ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 09:54 PM |
Your hands feebly touch the old notebook, stained yellow with age. Sweat runs down your forehead as you carefully flip the first page open. It's the journal of the research that was done for the Dutch Flu research. You read all the way until the last page, which is stained with scarlet blood of the owner. The disease was responsible for death of nearly all life and most vegetation. Deserts existed, with watersources that seemed to pump in from a source somewhere every week into the towns that built atop the pipes that dispensed water. You live in town with everybody else, one of the many towns but this is the biggest. Technology is rare, so you must live in what seems like an ancient era. Diseases and dehydration are not rare or common, so becareful.
Character Sheet;
Na.me: Ag.e: (15-31) Occupation: (Farmer, Merchant, Banker, normal city jobs including police.) Appearance: House: (Tiny, Small, Medium, Large) (The size your house is.) Extra: (Extra information you need to put.)
I'll post my sheet after someone else.
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podraptor
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:07 PM |
Na.me: James Harlek Ag.e: 31 Occupation: Hunter Appearance: Brown unkept short hair, light stubble, dark brown eyes, 5,11" tall, slim build, strong arms, coarse sack-cloth shirt, fur pelt sash, brittle straw hat, black breeches, brown victorian ankle boots, white putees, black nylon belt. House: Tiny Shack Extra: He sells his meat and furs in the town market receiving the currency used, and has possession of a steel harpoon tied with a strong tether cord for hunting. |
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podraptor
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:08 PM |
| (Oh yes, Tanned Caucasian Skin. I'll be posting tomorrow.) |
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ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:09 PM |
Na.me: Ryan Ag.e: 19 Occupation: Butcher/Baker Appearance: Black hair, with a pair of old ragged jeans, plus a stained t-shirt. House: Medium. Extra: He owns a bakery/butcher, where he sells any kinds of meats a hunter brings to him and bakes some goods for people.
I begin chopping up a snake, tenderizing the meat and eventually salting it and packing it into a package for anyone to buy. |
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:15 PM |
Na.me: Roland Hunt.
Ag.e: (15-31) 27.
Occupation: Sherriff.
Appearance: Roland stands 6'1 with a average muscular build. He has rough, tanned caucasian skin. His hair is a sandy brown, and is short and clean. He has jade-green eyes, and otherwise normal facial features. He wears an old grey sportscoat over a stained white shirt, with grey slacks and a black fedora.
House: Medium.
Extra: Nothing.
(Are there any guns?) |
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ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:17 PM |
(Guns are rare, but there are a few types of old revolvers yes.)
My hand grips a flask of water hanging from my shoulder, letting me take a long drought of water. I swallow, then begin baking a loaf of bread for sale. |
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:22 PM |
(Alright.)
My fingers tapped idly on the six shooter laying on my desk. Besides the local bars, there wasn't much to do around here. |
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ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:23 PM |
| The door of my shop slammed shut, then I looked up directly into a barrel of a sixshooter. The man demanded all my bread. I swallowed in fear, then begin packing a sack for him with the gun aimed at my head the whole time. |
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:29 PM |
| Out of boredom, I decided to take a walk. I holstered my six shooter and strolled down the street. |
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ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:32 PM |
| He shot the gun above my head, causing me to fall to the ground in fear. |
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:39 PM |
| A gun shot rang out, and I began running towards the source. After about half a minute, I found a man holding a baker at gunpoint. I pulled out my sixshooter and cocked it. "Robbing a baker? That's a punishable offence." I said. |
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ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:42 PM |
~Robber~
His gun spins and aims towards the sherrif. "Shouldn't you be getting drunk at a bar" He scoffs.
~Ryan~
My hand reaches towards my rolling pin. |
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:45 PM |
| "No, I do that on Tuesdays. Today's Friday." I replied, smirking. |
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ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:46 PM |
~Ryan~
My hand grips the rollingpin. I pull it upright and slam it into the robbers head.
~Robber~
I collapse onto the floor, my sixshooter breaking. |
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:51 PM |
| My smile widened. "Nice work." I praised, walking over to the robber. I bent down, cuffed his hands, and slumped him over my shoulder. |
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ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:56 PM |
| "Thanks, doc." I say, unpacking the bread onto the shelves again. "For your work, come by later and I'll give you free dinner." I said, smiling. |
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:57 PM |
| "I'd like that." I reply, turning and walking back towards the jail. |
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Midge707
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:58 PM |
Na.me: Marilynn "Michael" Dequinor Ag.e: 22 Gender: F Occupation: Self-Employed Appearance: Has silky black hair that's quite curly and held out of her face with a small piece of twine. To keep her feminine facial features more hidden, she wears a cream colored scarf that is wrapped around her head to keep her mouth, nose, and hair hidden. Her eyes are a sandy orange and her skin tone is lightly tanned. She stands at around 5'7" and is only 102 lbs. She wears a long-sleeved shirt that's charcoal and on top of it is a cream colored wrap that only goes around her torso, not her arms. She wears baggy black pants that are a little faded from the sun and simple black boots. On the palms of her hands are black upside-down crescent tattoos. House: Small -Looks tiny, but has a poorly built basement that adds to the space. Extra: Usually keeps a scimitar on her (if possible; otherwise I'll switch it to a plain dagger). |
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ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 10:58 PM |
| My knife caves out two buns and I fill them with hot cheese for the free dinner I promised the sherrif. I salt and cook some snake, putting it onto a plate with the rolls. I scoop a nice piece of blueberry pie onto the plate too. |
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| 22 Jul 2011 11:06 PM |
| After dropping the robber off, I headed back to the bakery. I could smell bread from a block away, and I was starving. |
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ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 11:08 PM |
| "Your meal is ready, sheriff. I got you some nice snake, two cheese buns, and a slice of blueberry pie. I hope you will enjoy for saving my bakery!" I said, pushing the plate towards him. |
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| 22 Jul 2011 11:16 PM |
| I thanked the baker and pulled the plate towards me, picking up a fork and taking a large bite of the snake. "Mmm. Delicious. Haven't had snake in a good while..." I said. "What's your name, baker?" |
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ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 11:17 PM |
| "I'm Ryan, sir." I said. I realize that the very poor people would come by soon for there daily free bit of salted bread. |
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| 22 Jul 2011 11:17 PM |
| "Ryan. Well, Ryan, I'm Roland. And don't call me sir." I replied, taking another bite. |
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ryann
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| 22 Jul 2011 11:19 PM |
| "Nice to meet you, Roland." I say, taking a bite out of a piece of bread I prepared earlier. The door opens and eight people come in with clay plates for there daily salted bread. |
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