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Re: Permenthladon Rowe [Post Apocalyptic]
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Lunez
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| Joined: 06 Jul 2011 |
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| 29 Jun 2012 09:00 PM |
The year is 3018, one thousand years since all the lights went out. Since all the people on earth, came in contact with toxic radiation, killing 99.1% of the human race. Few of the people that came in contact with the radiation, were physically mutated, some changing forms, shapes, or some finding that they had some sort of minor power. Nobody knows how many people are left, and you don't know when one of them dies. The only light on earth now, are the stars in the sky, even the sun is dimming. Day by day, the lights continue to dim, and soon.. there will be no natural light at all. Some radios still work, and the batteries are ultra-charged, due to the radiation. Most trees on earth still stand, though there are only a few species left. We have Oak trees, Maple, and spruce. That leaves only the wildflowers.. gently swaying in the breeze. The lost souls that have died from the radiation, are known to appear to the survivors, giving the advice, and sometimes knowledge. --Locations-- [You MUST start out at one] Haven [Futuristic city- heavily populated with mutated.] Afien Woods [Woodland- 10 square acres, small population of mutated.] Stienth [Factory- medium population of mutated] -------CS----------
N.ame A.ge M/F Starting location: Bio: History: Appearance: Skills: Weakness: Weapons: Special ability [IF mutated]
Welcome to Permenthladon Rowe...
------My CS------- N.ame: Lyiate A.ge: 21 M/F: Male Starting location: Afien Woods Bio: Unknown, he lost his memory. History: Unknown Appearance: He has jet black hair, rather shaggy in the front, short in the back, with red streaks running through it. His skin is pale, his eyes a haunting deep purple. His canine teeth are slightly pointed. Skills: Starting fires, running quickly, wisdom. Weakness: He is constantly wounded. He has a battle wound that will never heal, that causes constant pain. Easily wounded. Weapons: His fists, and two Sai daggers on his sides. Traditional Katana on his back. Special ability [IF mutated] Jumping high, seeing far distances, acute hearing.
Let the madness begin..
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Horrible4
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| Joined: 25 Jan 2010 |
| Total Posts: 1862 |
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| 29 Jun 2012 09:37 PM |
Name: Numedatus Legatus A.ge: 30 M/F: Male Starting location: Stienth Bio: Numeds mutated form is byfar one of the most dangerous. His mutated form has viral sonar, making him a dangerous hunter. He consumes the rest of the living population to take their shape, their memories, and their skills. Hsitory: A plant failure at a factory caused a devasting mutation on Numed. It morphed his mind into seeing things from a different perspective. Skills: Expert hunter, violent fighter, quick Weakness: Hiding is hopeless from numed, so is running, confronting him is a challenge as well. The only known weakness is to assist a mutated form Numed has not consumed yet into defeating him. Appearance: Unknown, Numed can take different forms of people he consumed, his true form is impossible to point out. Weapons: Uses CQC to his advantage, any weapon he has taken from another mutated form. Special ability, Gliding, Flawless vision, can sacrifice hearing for a short to shatter the ear drums of his foes with a high pitch screech |
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Lunez
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| Joined: 06 Jul 2011 |
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| 29 Jun 2012 11:12 PM |
N.ame: Saiya [Sai/Aya for short] A.ge: 4 1/2 M/F: Female Starting location: Stienth Bio: Her parents were killed by the initial radiation, leaving her orphaned, and alone. She wandered for a few days, before falling to extreme hunger. She crawled inside the Steinth, and waited for death. Even though she was young, she understood what most adults didn't. That we all die, at one time or another. As she curled up, ready to accept death, she sensed someone shuffling around her. When she looked up, she saw the face of a kind person, and someone that wouldn't hurt her. She was happy that someone in this harsh world, would still care, and would still help her. The person outstretched a hand, and she took it, standing up her knees weak. He led her to safe food, and water, never leaving her side. History: She doesn't remember much, since of her small age. Her first memory is people bursting into her house, screaming at her parents to evacuate, but that was when the radiation hit. She was forced to watch her parents fall to the ground, gasping and choking for air. The policemen were shocked, as they stared at her choking parents, as they too fell, gasping for breath. Appearance: 3,8 with brown hair that is always up in a ponytail, or if it's down, it reaches her shoulders. She has hazel eyes, and freckles that dance around her nose. Her hands are very small, her fingers so slender, and fragile. When she runs, her hair dances behind her, as if playing a game of tag with her. Skills: Staying silent for long periods of time, and her intelligence. She can tell if a person is mutated, or not. Even if they are not "morphed". Weakness: Her small size, weak strength, stumbles. Weapons: Her intelligence, innocence. Special ability [IF mutated] None
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Lunez
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| Joined: 06 Jul 2011 |
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| 29 Jun 2012 11:17 PM |
| [Accepted, Horrible4. You can start when someone else joins, or you may roleplay with me. Take your pick.] |
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| 29 Jun 2012 11:36 PM |
--Locations-- [You MUST start out at one] Haven [Futuristic city- heavily populated with mutated.] Afien Woods [Woodland- 10 square acres, small population of mutated.] Stienth [Factory- medium population of mutated] -------CS----------
N.ame: James Morgan A.ge: 28 M/F: Male Starting location: Afien Woods Bio: James Morgan is the husband of Bailey Morgan. He risks his life to protect her and their son, Daniel Morgan, who is just a kid now, 10 infact. James has a hard time in trusting or talking to people other than his family. He also gets things done in his way, which is the only possible way even if it will be brutal. He will sometimes kill survivors on sight even if they look "tough". Bailey is the smartest, she will guide James through tough decisions that require intelligence. Bailey also uses a gun but doesn't have much skill at using it. James teaches Daniel how to use weapons and Bailey teaches him how to read and write. History: TBA Appearance: James stands at 6'6", he has long wavy brown hair and is average built. He has whitish-tan skin and bushy eyebrows and a squarish jaw. His neck is thick, but not too thick. He has brown eyes and large hands. He has scars all around his face from previous events and happenings. And scars on his arm and body. His cloths are somewhat ripped from the scars, but they still keep warmth. Skills: Shooting guns, and being agile. Weakness: Trusting people Weapons: M4 Assault Rifle, M9 Pistol. Special ability: None
Welcome to Permenthladon Rowe... |
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| 29 Jun 2012 11:37 PM |
| Oops, I forgot to cut the Locations because I couldn't remember all of them! My bad! |
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Lunez
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| Joined: 06 Jul 2011 |
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| 30 Jun 2012 12:10 AM |
| [Accepted, I'm waiting for a few more people, then we can start.] |
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0minus
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| Joined: 05 Mar 2012 |
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| 01 Jul 2012 04:16 PM |
N.ame: Anthony Clark A.ge: 18 M/F: Male Starting location: Afien Woods
Bio: Both parents died from bandits, I lived with my brother until I was able to survive on my own, born in Alaska, rest is unknown, faint memory
History: Known Saiya sine I was 5, rest is unknown, faint memory of childhood
Appearance: Short Dark Brown Hair, Clean Face, Dark Brown Eyes, Height: 5,9"
Skills: Agile, Climbing, Fighting.
Weakness: Unknown
Weapons: Dagger, Bow And Arrows, Katana, Fists Special ability: None |
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| Joined: 05 Mar 2012 |
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| 01 Jul 2012 04:30 PM |
N.ame: Anthony Clark A.ge: 18 M/F: Male Starting location: Afien Woods
Bio: My city got terrorized when I was 6, I had to leave the city in order to live. My mother and my father died during the attack, but my brother and my sister made it out alive, that was the last time I have spoken to my sister. I had to live with my brother until I was able to survive on my own. I got a note saying that my brother was dead when I was 13, he left me some money in his will, along with some arrows, he said his friend was in a group of survivors at an abandoned city. I found that exact pack of survivors in an abandoned city, so I went with them, until I found out that they where cannibals. Now, I'm on my own, no friends nor family, unless I find my sister before I pass away...
History: Known Saiya since I was 5, rest is unknown, faint memory of childhood
Appearance: Short Dark Brown Hair, Clean Face, Dark Brown Eyes, Height: 5,9"
Skills: Agile, Climbing, Fighting.
Weakness: Unknown
Weapons: Dagger, Bow And Arrows, Katana, Fists
Special ability: None |
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Lunez
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| Joined: 06 Jul 2011 |
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| 01 Jul 2012 07:42 PM |
| [Accepted, you may begin.] |
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Horrible4
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| Joined: 25 Jan 2010 |
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| 02 Jul 2012 09:14 PM |
| As the smoke clears you can see a shadow outline of Numed consuming and taking yet another form. Each person he consumes makes him stronger. In his head there is a battle, between right and wrong. The corrupt evil that has taken over, and the resistance of the bare greater good. He looks around as hundreds of thoughts rush through his head; locations of other survivors, cults, and refugee camps. He finds no one else around and walks slowly out back into the fields. |
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Lunez
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| Joined: 06 Jul 2011 |
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| 02 Jul 2012 09:22 PM |
Saiya perks her head up, hearing someone pass by, a small grin falls on her face, as she is relieved that is only her companion, Numedatus. She stands from where she had been sitting for nearly hours before, awaiting his return, and walks to his side, in her right hand clutching a very battered stuffed animal. If one cared to look, they would see that it was a beluga whale, but one with silvery scaled wings, rather beaten up by the looks of it. She stopped two feet from him, and tilted her head, speaking quietly, almost musically. "Numedatus? Did you find anyone?" She moved her head back to it's original position, and clutched her whaleagon [Whale-Dragon. New word, FTW!] closely to her chest. She had been newly dressed in a soft yellow dress, that reached her ankles. The bottom of the dress was dirty from the dead grass and dust, though she tried very hard to keep the upper part of her dress clean. Her hair was up in pigtails a few stray curls dancing around her cheeks. She stood still, and awaited an answer from her companion. |
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Horrible4
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| Joined: 25 Jan 2010 |
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| 02 Jul 2012 09:29 PM |
| Saiya's words nearly fall upon deaf ears, but numed has heard the question hundreds of times before. As they walk the battle rages on in his head; is what he is doing right? Should he help humanity or destroy it? The evil continuley drives him forward, leading him to think he is consuming for a cause. "Yes" he replies softly. |
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Lunez
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| Joined: 06 Jul 2011 |
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| 02 Jul 2012 09:42 PM |
| She looks up, then down at her barefeet, her soft yellow dress lapping at her ankles. "Tomorrow, It will be a matter of days before I am 5." She holds her Whaleagon close to her chest, rubbing her face in the soft fabric, as it trying to rub away this reality. Most days she hopes that she will wake up in the morning, and that all of this will be back to the way it was. Her right hand reaches out to Numedatus's form, trying to grasp his index finger, she does so with ease. |
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| 02 Jul 2012 09:48 PM |
N.ame: Derek Knight A.ge: 22 M/F: Male Starting location: Afien Woods Bio: His parents died from the initial radiation, and soon his siblings were killed by scavengers. Before he fled to the Afien Woods, he lived in a small town a few miles out of the woods. (I'm sorry, I can't write good bios.) History: He doesn't remember much about his past because he was attacked in the woods and lost a large chunk of his memory. The main part of his past that he remembers is that he was the star on his high schools track team. Appearance: He is 6'3 3/4", and weighs 150 pounds. He has blue eyes, tan skin, and dirty blonde hair that stops right above his eyes. He's not fat, but not skinny either. He is in a camo Under Armour sweatshirt, with a black t-shirt under it. He is in ripped jeans with blown out black Nike basketball shoes. Skills: A very fast runner, a good climber, strong, and smart. Weakness: He can be easily wounded, if someone can catch up to him. Weapons: Bow, 44. Magnum, and a hunting knife. Special ability: N/A |
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Lunez
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| Joined: 06 Jul 2011 |
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| 02 Jul 2012 09:57 PM |
| [Accepted, feel free to jump in.] |
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Lunez
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| Joined: 06 Jul 2011 |
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| 03 Jul 2012 07:53 PM |
| [Oh! Also! Ammo is limited, and so are guns. You may start out with a specific type of gun, and have to ditch it because you can't find correct ammo for the make/model.] |
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| 03 Jul 2012 08:05 PM |
N.ame: Viktor Kleychov A.ge: 23 M/F: Male Starting location: Afien Woods Bio: Before the Big War started, Viktor was a Russian Spetsnaz Operative. He operated all around the world, never sticking to one place. When the huge War started, he was sent to the nearest battle, fighting for his life and in many cases, being wounded. When it all ended there was no more "HQ" or "Battle", he now resorts to Mercenary work. History: Wounded in a major battle known has "The Last" in the right hip. Has no current family, home or allegiance. Appearance: Buzzed, Black hair. Hazel eyes. Mid height (5, 9"). Medium sized muscles. Short, small goatee. Wears tan cargo pants, with black combat boots. White T-Shirt that says "From Russia with Love". Medium-Sized Combat Vest (Black). Skills: Survival, Building, Marksmanship, CQC, Explosives, Interrogation. Weakness: Left Hip-Bone is cracked, an easy target if kicked in the right spot. Weapons: AK-101 with Red-Dot Sight and Laser Pointer. Makarov, no attachments. Combat Knives (x2). |
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| 03 Jul 2012 08:08 PM |
| (With the bow, if you run out of arrows would it be possibly to make your own arrows?) |
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Lunez
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| Joined: 06 Jul 2011 |
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| 04 Jul 2012 08:05 AM |
| [Accepted Pure, and yes Copilot510, you could make your own arrows, if you find the right equipment to do so.] |
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robarot
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| Joined: 16 Mar 2009 |
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| 04 Jul 2012 08:27 AM |
N.ame: Robert Gomez A.ge: 21 M/F: M Starting location: Stienth Bio: Has 2 sisters (Both mutated), Parents are gone and his brother is lost somewhere. History: Was in the Spetsnaz before the radiation mutated most people and got sent to investigate and search for survivors. Appearance: Tall, fit, brown eyes and hair, basically your average looking guy. Skills: Doesn't care for mercy and kills when someone gets mutated or if his best friend would be mutated Weakness: Terrible at English so hard to understand. Weapons: Balistics Knifes, Ak-47, PP19 and LVS-991 (Sniper) |
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| 04 Jul 2012 11:25 AM |
[Lol Robarot! xD Spetsnaz guy with last name "Gomez". :P]
Viktor is searching for supplies, anything to build his shelter for the night. He hasn't really made contact with any survivor or mutated individual, that's how Viktor prefers it. He glances across his shoulder and notices a trash can filled with a few pillows and a itchy, tiny blanket. He quickly strides towards the trash can and throws the supplies next to his In-The-Making Shack. He then goes to look for anything that can help create a small fire for warmth. Viktor glances south and sees a few refugee's making their way towards the Forest. Not caring to meet anyone, he quickly stacks up the logs he chopped down, nails them together, and sleeps soundly, warmly and comfortably for the first time in years. |
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robarot
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| Joined: 16 Mar 2009 |
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| 04 Jul 2012 11:34 AM |
| A Spanish Russian never seen them before :3. |
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Lunez
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