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| 18 Feb 2012 10:49 AM |
December 18th, 1824 was our first recorded alien siting. We, humans, thought he was crazy and put him in the Insane Asylum. But...If we listened, he couldv'e saved us all...
The year is 2090, the whole world a complete and empty wasteland. Except for them, the Ghanos. The Ghanos came to our world after WW V. They were aliens, mean, cruel, power-hungry humanoids.
The Ghanos blew the world, killing almost every human-being. There are a few trees left, maybe a couple bushes...Bla blah blah. No houses, very little food, very little water(except for the ocean). However, every human that is left, the Ghanos take them, and put them in "Human Colonies". Each colony holding up to about 5 humans. The colonies are basically farms, farms where you are kept, bred and eaten, and no one...No one...Escapes.
However, some where in the world are The Wanderers. The wanderers are people who rebel against the Ghanos. They kill and destroy the Aliens and the colonized humans. The Wanderers are the only humans left, that have humanity in them.
Rules: Yes, you can die. Put "G-H-A-N-O-S" in your first post. I control you and admins, admins control you. Romance, Swearing is allowed, I would actually appreciate some. No more races, only Ghanos and Humans. Yes, it is an apocalypse. We ALL start out in Kansas. Have any questions? Ask me. Ghanos can only use the guns left, unless you are a half-breed. Admins can only be half-breeds, but they are rare. People can have 1 Ghanos, and 1 human, not 2 Ghanos, or 2 humans. Thank you. I have to accept you.
Upper-Class Ghanos: They look exactly like humans, except their pupils are slitted and they have gills on their stomach.
Lower-Class Ghanos: The lower-class is almost like a walking skeleton, except with skin on their bodies. Their hands are long sharp claws. Their skin is orange, green, blue, or purple color, almost looking reptillian like and slimy. As a mouth, they have tentacles, and their eyes are the same as the Higher-class.
Ending-Class Ghanos: This is the most common, they are not the brightest, but will kill and attack anything they can get. They walk on three legs, two legs in the back, one in the front. They have four arms, and their mouth is two clippers. Their skin varies.
The Wanderers are humans.
I would like you to make a description of your character in a paragraph. Please include the following: Personality Appearance Race If you are colonized Where you are if a wanderer Weapons(None if colonized) And anything else you wish to include. |
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| 18 Feb 2012 10:58 AM |
G-H-A-N-O-S
Lunia was a wanderer, walking around, silently, and quietly. She was as Kansas, simply wondering where to go in this simple, barren desert. Her dark robe drag on the ground, her hood up, with some of her black hair hanging out. Her eyes are covered, but are a unusual dark yellow, matching her rusted necklace. Lunia carries a small dagger, in leather boots, and some generic pants.
(this is the worst paragraph ever...) |
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| 18 Feb 2012 10:59 AM |
(I'm fairly interested, but I need to know something. You said we all start at Kansas, does that mean the wanderers are there?) |
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| 18 Feb 2012 11:01 AM |
(Yes, Juniper is a half-breed)
My ragged silver hair fell past my shoulder in odd cut. My old jeans were covered in dirt and dried blood, ripped at my knees, thighs and shins. My “white” t-shirt, blood stained and covered in dirt. My long, dirt-covered cloak flew out behind me as the wind hit me. A dark green belt was around my waist, holding my three guns. Starblaster was underneath my cloak, the strongest of all my guns. StarBlaster got her name from the pattern on her, she was pitch black, with white dots scattered across her. StarBlaster caused a mini explosion, about 10ft wide. Rhune, my other gun, was a lazer beam, able to slice open any type of skin. She was a dark purple with a yellow sun on the side. My last gun, and my favorite, was Alfena. Alfena would just shoot this green goo, which would burn the skin off of his opponent. Eventually, killing them.
I took my first step onto the brown dirt, turning my head at a sound. I blinked my gold eyes, which didn't have a slit in them, and I then walked again. I continued walking, my heart beating fast.
I didn't want to go back to the farms. Or the colonies, but I called them farms. I swallowed, cringing at the cut on my neck. I took another step, seeing no one around, I sat down, pulling out Alfena. |
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| 18 Feb 2012 11:09 AM |
Personality Appearance Race If you are colonized Where you are if a wanderer Weapons(None if colonized) And anything else you wish to include.
G-H-A-N-O-S (I hope I spelt that right.)
My name is Memento, Mori is my surname. I'm currently in Kansas, trying to live on this mostly barren planet. I haven't been caught by the Ghanos yet, but I don't have anything to defend myself with. I have brown hair and a pale skin tone. I'm at an average size for my ag.e, which is 19. I wear a tattered black t-shirt, with some dark green trousers. My feet are bare.
(I hope everything is okay! e_e) |
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| 18 Feb 2012 11:10 AM |
Matthew walked around. He glanced at the old, 'General Store' of his town. He remembered how once , when he was 11, the old man the owned the shop fell and couldn't get up at night and Michael helped him. He had snuck out. He noticed a couple scars on his white skin. He sat in the dirt and looked into his backpack to try and find something to brush his medium length brown hair. He is about 6 feet tall and weighs about 125 pounds from lack of food.
Matthew reaches for his axe that he straps to his backpack, seeing a rabid dog. But he needs to be quick so he grabs the double sharpened blade that he stuffs into his back pocket. The dog comes at him and he easily sinks the blade into his neck- killing it of course. He wonders if he can eat dog meat.... |
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| 18 Feb 2012 11:11 AM |
| Both accepted...Wait for a few more, then we can start. |
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| 18 Feb 2012 11:13 AM |
| (Picka you were accepted.) |
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| 18 Feb 2012 11:36 AM |
If you take a walk down the streets of ruined Wichita (Kansas), some say you may see a figure standing on the tops of derelit buildings. He's known as the shadow of Wichita, though I'm pretty sure he used to go by the name of Vincent. I've only seen him from a distance, but he's always wearing that same black duster coat of his, leather and adorned with pockets. Shirt underneath that, and some hard-wearing dark jeans. Oh, and those dark-brown leather boots, steel capped and heeled. He was an odd figure, and dangerous too, always had that katana strapped to his belt and I've seen a gun though he has never used it, it's too clean for that and I've not ever seen him carry any ammunition for it. People say it mustn't be just one person, but I tell you it is, his face is unmistakable. Slightly paler than normal folk, with straight but messy black hair down to his shoulders and a scar running down his left cheek. His eyes though, one a white-blue and the other mossy green just added to the idea that he wasn't all that sane anymore...well, apart from the fact that he kept to himself, and hunted down any alien who came within his range. Still, he was like a good luck charm for me, if I ever saw him then I could be positive that I'd be safe for a fair few hours whilst he drew what little attention was in Wichita.
(ok, the gun, he doesn't use, it has only one round in and that is for himself.) |
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| 18 Feb 2012 12:03 PM |
~Juniper~ I jump up as I hear a colonized human screaming, "Stop them, stop them!" Taking out Rhune, I shoot a Ghados, the Ghados shooting at me with the same Lazor. Finally, I get his head to slice off, turning towards the other Ghados, shooting him, then shooting the human. I run over to all three...Grabbing the colonized humans clothing. I looked at my sore hands, four rings on each ring finger. I then grabbed the guns of the Ghanos, taking the microchips out of both of them. I jump back as they squirt out the blood. |
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| 18 Feb 2012 12:04 PM |
Matthew kicked at the dust in the old general store of Haysville, Kansas. He remembered the old lady that fell on a night he had snuck out. He helped her. He was only eleven then. He thinks he is somewhere around 26 or 27 now... He stuffed his fingers into one of the pockets in his trench coat. His coat was brown and kept all his belongings. He kept a hatchet on the left side in one of the large pockets. He kept two double bladed daggers in the pocket next to it. He stored some food in the pockets on his right side. His brown hair falls into his greens eyes. He has pale skin and is about 6'1. He weighs 137 pounds.
He just creeps around the city and sometimes goes out onto the highway to tease a couple of aliens. He gets them to chase him and then chops their heads off. He's had a couple close calls, but nothing serious. He just waits and waits, little by little becoming insane. He waits for another person. Someone to talk to, besides his Boxer-Hound mix that he found in the street. He named him Jimmo.
He waits and waits, Little by little, Becoming insane. |
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| 18 Feb 2012 01:07 PM |
| Lymia saw a human colony at the distance, as she walked. She wasn't sure what else to do, so she began to go closer. Lymia knew she had to do something, other than just walk around and do nothing else. |
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| 18 Feb 2012 01:08 PM |
| (Picka...First...You go within 20 feet of a colony, you will get put in it...Don't go near one, every wanderer knows that.) |
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