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| 11 Feb 2013 12:39 PM |
It all started one day when the light hit you, this light was unheard of and nobody had expected it. When it hit you, it was just a bright light then silence, a dark, cold silence. This silence was what disturbed you and what seemed like a eternity later awoke you from a deep sleep. You were on a beach, it was dark out, you were just above the place where the tide came in with nothing more than your clothes and what ever you had on you at the time. Others were on the beach to, all of them unconscious, all of them unknown to you. There was the sound of animals as you turned around, and you noticed that there wasn't that farm, or your grandparents, or even the city streets you may have been walking when the light hit you. There was nothing there but the forest and animals that inhabited it. You were with strangers you didn't know, on a beach that was unknown to you in the middle of no where, welcome to Trianian's Island. ______________________________________________________________ Character Sheet Name: Race: Age: Gender: Appearance: Health: Inventory: (Small things) Bio: Likes: Dislikes: Extra: Role playing Style: (How do you prefer to role play? This is not a have to fill in but I recommend it as it gives me a idea on your role playing skills.) _____________________________________________________________ Rules: 1. Yes, you can die if you haven't eaten or drank in a long time. 2. No fire arms allowed. 3. No god modding. 4. No instant killing. 5. No killing WITHOUT permission. 6. Try to mind your language. 7. Keep your romance or such to a limit. 8. This is ALL humans, no aliens. 9. Please try to see things from everyone's view. 10. No character control. 11. No building like a castle or such as the point of this is survival and role play. 12. Try not to be TO prejudice. 13. Nothing bigger than a skinning knife, I mean one about 12 inches roughly. 14. Listen to the admins. 15. No "That's wasn't in the rules" or such. 16. You get 3 strikes. 17. Try to have fun. 18. If a Admin or I tell you to stop something we will say why you have to, so listen to the Admins and I. ______________________________________________________________ Creators: KanameSama Admins: BrokenJodie Rangergirl3373 Babyshawna09 Gerr74 ______________________________________________________________ Information: Put Stranded in the extra or you will NOT be accepted. Keep a eye open for information updates.
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| 11 Feb 2013 01:01 PM |
Character Sheet
Name: Lucas C. Mallet
Race: Norwegian
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has a scar that runs the length of his chest to his waist, left to right. He has a fit physic with some abs as well as obvious combat training. He has blond hair blue eyes and wears a leather jacket, black ripped dress pants and a muddy dress shirt. His shoes are dress shoes as he was on his way to a formal event and for unknown reasons he was carrying a Knife. He has a rough beard that goes with his rough looking exterior.
Health: He has a puffer for his minor asthma and a slight limp from hurting his leg.
Inventory: He has a small hunting knife.
Bio: He never was liked by the other kids, he didn't like them either. He has always been reclusive and never to much of a social person but his parents held a huge position in the military as he was taught a form of fighting by his dad growing up. His life was made up of a loving family one minute, then a serious father who was teaching him military drill and getting him fit to military standards at a early age.
Lucas had never known his very large other than his grandfather who died when he was ten. This led him to a sense of being alone. His first fight in school had been at 13 when a boy had tried to steal something from him by force, and Lucas soon put a end to that fight in a matter of seconds by taking the boy down and restraining him to the point he was crying. He was still the victim of the teachers in the end. He knew both Norwegian and English leading him to use Norwegian in a bad mood since he lived around English populace. He had joined the military when he was old enough, training himself again and making it harder for himself. He was on his way to the funeral of his mother, but due to recent events he had brought his knife with him in case.
Likes: He likes all types of foods but banana's.
Dislikes: He dislikes Banana's and he also dislikes people who act like they are more than they actually are.
Extra: Stranded.
Role playing Style: I prefer to role play in the third person and enjoy good role players. Ex. Christian walked around the barn nervously thinking about that insane girl? Why had she wanted to meet here? His train of though was interrupted by the gunfire that soon claimed his life. |
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| 11 Feb 2013 02:45 PM |
Character Sheet Name:Thorn A. Westing
Race:Scotish
Age:16
Gender:Female
Appearance:She has a slim built and has had Acrobatic training.She has scar on her left ankle,She has long curly dirty blonde hair,with aqua blue eyes.She wears a light yellow rain jacket with a army green T-shirt underneath,with ripped jean shorts and heavy duty hiking boots.She was camping for 4 days,as on the 2nd day she came to the island.
Health:She is up to full health
Inventory: She has a hunting knife and a couple of small bandages
Bio:Thorn hated high school when she grew up,she hated everything about it - The teachers,the jocks,and especially the cheerleaders.Every day she tried to sneak out of classes and be with the wild,Then one day,she got caught sneaking out by a cheerleader and that lead her to start a fight.She brutally punched the girl,causing her to fall and then she kept her on the floor till she was begging for mercy.
When Dawn was little she grew up in the highlands of Scotland,never having to go to school.She went cliff diving everyday into the cold Atlantic Ocean,Then climbing up the rocky edges and lying in the shades of forest trees.Until one day her parents took a tragic plunge into the ocean never being seen again.When dawn was 12,she moved to the USA and always wanted to escape to the wild,she was born to be wild and when she got out of high school she did get what she wished.
Likes:She likes everything except people who think they are better than everyone
Dislikes:She dislikes cheerleaders,rich people,and all meats.
Extra:Stranded
Role playing Style:N/A |
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| 11 Feb 2013 02:51 PM |
| (hmm...is this one of your first role play forums? just wondering, either way accepted.) |
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| 11 Feb 2013 08:01 PM |
(Why is everyone so skilled?!) (I guess I have time to join now.... Snow day, again!) |
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| 11 Feb 2013 09:05 PM |
Name: Joseph Edwick Race: Italian Age: 34 Gender: Male Appearance: 6'1" and Muscular. Long Oak Brown hair with a black mustache and sideburns, thick eyebrows. Slight bags under eyes. Health: Broken arm. Inventory: Double-sided sawtoothed knife, small journal, tan ragged coat, once-white t-shirt, blue jeans, 1 white sock, 1 black buisness shoe, (underwear of course), a straw fedora, broken reading glasses, and a brown leather wallet with $87 in it, a driver's licence, and 2 sticks of chewing gum. Bio: Born in Italy and stayed there for 14 years, then moved to Great Britian where I got my first job at a shipyard. Soon became Executive Director of the shipyard. Abandoned apartment in London and bought a 16 acre ranch where I started breeding race horses before and after work. Likes: Building, cooking, watching horse races, putting together make-shift boats in my freetime, fishing, and making fires. Dislikes: Being alone. Extra: Stranded Role playing Style: Anything I guess. I've done just about every role-play possible... |
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| 11 Feb 2013 09:09 PM |
(Adding on to "Role-Play Style")
I'll do this in first person. |
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| 11 Feb 2013 09:36 PM |
Character Sheet Name: Bianca White Race: White ^.^ Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Tall, Thin, Long blonde hair and Blue eyes, Rosy cheeks, Tan skin. Health: looks delicate, but she is very strong, no sign of sickness. Inventory: (Small things) --- Bio: A normal girl from Georgia. (Cute accent and everything. XD) Likes: Pink Lemonade Dislikes: Mean people. Extra: Stranded :P Role playing Style: (How do you prefer to role play? This is not a have to fill in but I recommend it as it gives me a idea on your role playing skills.) Just like everybody else I guess... C: |
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| 11 Feb 2013 10:05 PM |
Name: Leora "Leo" Aarons
Race: Irish
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Leo is 5'7 and 116 lbs. She has two scars on her face, one under her left eye and one that goes from the inside of her right eyebrow to her end of eyelid. She has tan skin with light brown eyes, She's muscular for a chick but not to muscular. She has Multicolored hair that's layered with Dirty blonde on top and brown on bottom with bangs that flip to the right her hair's also straight. She has two Tattoos, one on her left shoulder and one on the back of her neck. The one on her shoulder is a lions face with the word 'Leo' on top of it and the one on her neck is the saying "Anger Is One Letter Short Of DANGER"
Health: Full health with a few cuts.
Inventory: Lockback Folding blade, A pen, and a pack of 5 Gum that's empty
Bio: Leo is the tomboy/adventurer of the group. She's hyperactive and fun, she's rarely in a bad mood. Despite being fun she does have a short temper but only towards little things. Growing up was moderate despite have a father the she dislikes with a passion. Her mother and her got along fairly well being that her mother accepted her while he father wanted to change everything about her. She wasn't exactly popular through out her school life more like well known. She was an only child as far as she knew and she is one of those people that is fairly easy to get along with. She tries to look on the good side of things and is pretty optimistic.
Likes: Being called Leo, Basketball, Track, Climbing high places.
Dislikes: Being called her full name, Snobs, People that don't own up to what they say.
Extra: Stranded
Role playing Style: N/A |
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| 12 Feb 2013 06:17 PM |
| (Unknown, I am sorry to say but your CS kind of lacks the detail looking for including a past, preferably a bit more of a appearance, and please try to be a bit more descriptive. Other two are accepted.) |
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| 12 Feb 2013 08:51 PM |
Character Sheet Name: Jaylynn "Jay" Villanueva
Race: British
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: She has a small build and is fairly skinny for her age. She stands around a 6'2" and has a medium sized scar that runs down from her lower eyelid to the edge of her cheek; which she got from her older brother. The color of her skin is a light beige tone. Jay wears a black t-shirt that is covered by a navy blue hoodie, party ripped grey skinny jeans, a pair of black combat boots, and a silver dragon that is clutching a moonstone that also has a hidden loop so he seems magically suspended from around her neck.
Health: Her health isn't so bad, though she has some scars.
Inventory: (Small things) She carries a small hunting knife, a hand-held fan, a broken wooden flute, and a journal that came with two pens.
Bio: She grew up in a well and polite family, though she mostly stayed out from their family activities. Jay was a shy, calm, mysterious, and kind person; though she can get easily angered too. She didn't have much friends, but she didn't mind as being by herself grew on her. Jay has a scar that runs across her cheek because of her older brother, Nathan, who was messing around with her hunting knife as usual. She yelled and tried to grab the knife from him, but just as she was trying Nathan dropped the knife. The blade ran down her face because her head was lifted up.
Likes: Drawing, Music, Stars, Archery, Crafting Items Out From Scraps, and Being Alone At Times.
Dislikes: Too Many People Around Her and People Fighting.
Extra: Stranded
Role playing Style: (How do you prefer to role play? This is not a have to fill in but I recommend it as it gives me a idea on your role playing skills.) I like to role play in either first person or third person. |
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| 13 Feb 2013 03:12 PM |
| (Very good, accepted. Hmm...whats a reasonable number of people to start at I wonder... I want people to know though that they are allowed to join in any time. They will just be washed ashore.) |
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Surfer678
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| 13 Feb 2013 03:26 PM |
| (Can you copy paste the CS template to a new post? I'm on my iPad... So, yeah.) |
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| 13 Feb 2013 03:30 PM |
(Of course.) Character Sheet Name: Race: Age: Gender: Appearance: Health: Inventory: (Small things) Bio: Likes: Dislikes: Extra: Role playing Style: (How do you prefer to role play? This is not a have to fill in but I recommend it as it gives me a idea on your role playing skills.) |
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| 13 Feb 2013 03:46 PM |
Name: Brennan Curstz Race: American Ag3: 17 Gender: male Appearance: short black hair, jetted up in spikes, green eyes, freckled face, has a scar just under his eye. Hair is naturally brown but was dyed black ever since he can remember. Was wearing a black shirt, brown courdory pants, and tennis shoes, now soaked and ragged. Health: Thist, 5/10, Hunger 7/10, Injuries, 10/10, Rest 6/10. Inventory: Full water bottle, loaf of bread, three apples, sharp rock, and a thermos. Had all in his coat, but lost the coat. Somehow the items didn't. Bio: Brennan grew up in a rich American neighborhood. He always was playing sports with his other friends until his parents were killed when he was thirteen. No one knows why. He inherited their money, and until he was eighteen, it was into a trust fund. He has a very bad memory, and he wants to remember his parents, his friends, his life. Just after they were killed, he went from foster home to foster home. Always, he ran away. Then he met a girl. She was his life. Then he was dumped here. Likes: Expensive things, winnings, people that care about him. Dislikes: Being called poor, getting dirty, losing, not being spoiled. Extra: stranded. RPS: It ends in my favor, people doing it with me. |
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| 13 Feb 2013 03:53 PM |
| (I am sorry but the inventory is to big) |
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Surfer678
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| 13 Feb 2013 04:01 PM |
| Inventory: Water bottle, load of bread. |
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| 13 Feb 2013 04:03 PM |
| (The loaf of bread would be a bit...big is all.) |
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Surfer678
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| 13 Feb 2013 04:15 PM |
| (Accepted. Its just the size of it was a problem sorry. I think we will start very soon.) |
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| 13 Feb 2013 06:22 PM |
(And we can start now)
Lucas
He comes to, waking up with the taste of salt water throughout his mouth, it wasn't very nice. It was dark when he opened his eyes, they stung from the water, but he managed to subdue the pain after a few seconds, and he looked around, there were other people. He continued to look around...wasn't he in a limo just a few seconds ago? He took a guess at the climate...Caribbean possibly? He coughed a few times and then looked around and tried to sit to regain his strength. |
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| 13 Feb 2013 06:26 PM |
Name: Jason Smith Race: Human Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Short black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Health: Fully Healthy Inventory: Pocketknife, waterbottle. Bio: (Optional?) Likes: Swordfighting Dislikes: Bugs Extra: N/A Role playing Style: First person but not past-tense. |
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