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You lift your head to a pale, clear sky. Debris lies scattered around you like the remains of a warzone, some still red hot from the impact. You are not sure if there are others around, but your head is hurting. Badly. You need to gather yourself before doing anything else. The skin on your lips is parched, dry and cracking in the chill already. Trudging through the snow is hard work, but it keeps you warm as you move yourself through the scene.
You are a survivor of a plane crash in northern Alaska. Your job is to find the other survivors from the wreck as soon as possible and make shelter before the day is out. Then comes the issue of food and finding rescue. But there are few people this far north and supplies are scarce.
You are allowed to be either yourself or a fictional character, but only humanoid. Anthros will be accepted. One character per person, unless you plan to use siblings. No magic will be allowed in this survival senario, but any skill (such as hunting or other useful assets that normal people don't usually take part in) is allowed. You are allowed two skills.
Profiles will be as such:
Name:
Gender:
Species:
Age:
Appearance:
Brief history(optional):
Personality(keep it as brief as possible):
Skill:
For my profile, I will use myself.
Name: Kya Yonder (not my real name)
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 16
Appearance: A petite girl with long wavy brown hair. Wears a pair of jeans, a teal t-shirt under her sweater, and a rather normal pair of shoes. Has dark green eyes. She wears a large, stylish pair of headphones.
Brief History: Had been planning to go on a camping trip with a friend up north after massive debate with her parents. She brought a camera along to take photos of the wildlife. The friend, a older responsible friend of the family, did not survive the crash.
Personality: Reserved and endurant. Takes care of herself but lacks sympathy. Loves music. Is rather calm until she reacts irrationally under extreme pressure. Has no trust for males.
Skill: Singing
When everyone has been accounted for, I will roll a die for each person's status. In other words, weither you're injured or not.
1,3,5,6- no injury
2,4- broken limb/flesh wound (I'll let you decide)
Let me know if the rules above seem unfair. Hope to have fun with you guys!
EDIT: Here are a few guidelines to follow.
-Pets are accepted (although you should check with me first. Having a baby dragon is a bit out there).
-No god-modding (which would be your character having over-the-top powers or anything that would cause the rp to come to a halt because they solve the problem without issues.)
-Take turns with role playing. Allow your other role players to do something before your turn, unless you're having a conversation with another character.
Character profiles:
Seabird Mimetes wrote:
Name: Kya Yonder (not my real name)
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 16
Appearance: A petite girl with long wavy brown hair. Wears a pair of jeans, a teal t-shirt under her sweater, and a rather normal pair of shoes. Has dark green eyes. She wears a large, stylish pair of headphones.
Brief History: Had been planning to go on a camping trip with a friend up north after massive debate with her parents. She brought a camera along to take photos of the wildlife. The friend, a older responsible friend of the family, did not survive the crash.
Personality: Reserved and endurant. Takes care of herself but lacks sympathy. Loves music. Is rather calm until she reacts irrationally under extreme pressure. Has no trust for males.
Skill: Singing
Injury: slash on her right arm.
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 16
Appearance: A petite girl with long wavy brown hair. Wears a pair of jeans, a teal t-shirt under her sweater, and a rather normal pair of shoes. Has dark green eyes. She wears a large, stylish pair of headphones.
Brief History: Had been planning to go on a camping trip with a friend up north after massive debate with her parents. She brought a camera along to take photos of the wildlife. The friend, a older responsible friend of the family, did not survive the crash.
Personality: Reserved and endurant. Takes care of herself but lacks sympathy. Loves music. Is rather calm until she reacts irrationally under extreme pressure. Has no trust for males.
Skill: Singing
Injury: slash on her right arm.
Lady Kitra Mimetes wrote:
Name: Dakota "Koty/Coyote" Nanuk
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 24
Appearance: About 5'3-4", stands up straight. Athletic, but not especially thin. Straight, dark hair; brown (almost almond shaped) eyes. Her skin is tinted slightly dark. She wears a buckskin jacket over a navy blue sweater and khaki chinos with running shoes. She still has an airplane pillow wrapped around her neck.
History: Dakota was on her way to go hunting and fishing with her cousin. She grew up in an Inuit village, but her family moved to the lower 48 a few years ago.
Personality: A bit rough around the edges, but quick thinking. A real tomboy. She can be insulting without meaning to be, because she often calls things as she sees them in a very blunt manner.
Skills: Small airplane pilot, hunting/tracking.
Has a dog.
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 24
Appearance: About 5'3-4", stands up straight. Athletic, but not especially thin. Straight, dark hair; brown (almost almond shaped) eyes. Her skin is tinted slightly dark. She wears a buckskin jacket over a navy blue sweater and khaki chinos with running shoes. She still has an airplane pillow wrapped around her neck.
History: Dakota was on her way to go hunting and fishing with her cousin. She grew up in an Inuit village, but her family moved to the lower 48 a few years ago.
Personality: A bit rough around the edges, but quick thinking. A real tomboy. She can be insulting without meaning to be, because she often calls things as she sees them in a very blunt manner.
Skills: Small airplane pilot, hunting/tracking.
Has a dog.
Kathrine Roid wrote:
Name: Shalev
Sex: Male
Species: Human, surgically modified
Age: He's not quite sure (see history). Last he knew he was 16, and he still looks a teen, so he says 17 when asked.
Appearance: Dark curly hair, brown eyes, 6'2", very muscular. He's been surgical altered with batwings where his arms ought to be... Don't question my lack of science. Say he has a wingspan of 20 feet. He's wearing a shirt made for those who have undergone this surgery; it goes over his head and fastens down the sides underneath his wings. He's wearing a sturdier futuristic version of jeans and sneakers, and has a too-big coat which hides his wings if he wraps them about himself.
Brief history(optional): Shalev fell out of a post-apocalypse story where he has been surgically altered by a militant faction, but due to memory loss doesn't even know if he consented to the surgery. Currently the militant faction and a secret society are trying to track him down and he's just been kicked out of the remnants of civilization. Hence fleeing to Alaska, I suppose, with a buddy who was carrying most of the useful things (unless someone want to pick up the role of his buddy, I presume he'll be found as a corpse at some point).
Personality(keep it as brief as possible): Understandably, a very stressed person, but he's also a survivor and protector. He's got a good sense of humor, but after being kicked out of a community he thought had accepted him, he's hesitant to acquaint himself with others.
Skill: Flight. He recovered from his surgery and mastered flying well before this RP takes place.
Sex: Male
Species: Human, surgically modified
Age: He's not quite sure (see history). Last he knew he was 16, and he still looks a teen, so he says 17 when asked.
Appearance: Dark curly hair, brown eyes, 6'2", very muscular. He's been surgical altered with batwings where his arms ought to be... Don't question my lack of science. Say he has a wingspan of 20 feet. He's wearing a shirt made for those who have undergone this surgery; it goes over his head and fastens down the sides underneath his wings. He's wearing a sturdier futuristic version of jeans and sneakers, and has a too-big coat which hides his wings if he wraps them about himself.
Brief history(optional): Shalev fell out of a post-apocalypse story where he has been surgically altered by a militant faction, but due to memory loss doesn't even know if he consented to the surgery. Currently the militant faction and a secret society are trying to track him down and he's just been kicked out of the remnants of civilization. Hence fleeing to Alaska, I suppose, with a buddy who was carrying most of the useful things (unless someone want to pick up the role of his buddy, I presume he'll be found as a corpse at some point).
Personality(keep it as brief as possible): Understandably, a very stressed person, but he's also a survivor and protector. He's got a good sense of humor, but after being kicked out of a community he thought had accepted him, he's hesitant to acquaint himself with others.
Skill: Flight. He recovered from his surgery and mastered flying well before this RP takes place.
Lady Rwebhu Kidh wrote:
Name: Candy Woodstock
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Age: 17
Appearance: Unbalanced kind of face. Rather large eyes that are light enough to look really dark. Mid build, is not wearing a stewardess uniform, though her clothes are in the blue colors of the airline. It's a sweater over a blouse and a corduroy skirt just below her knees.
Brief history (optional): A temporary stewardess because one of them became ill, before that had no work for a couple weeks. Worked on a farm for most of her life. Has family In Texas.
Personality (keep it as brief as possible): Stubborn. Has a habit of being deaf when she doesn't want to hear. Timid in confrontations.
Skill: Taking care of animals (goats, sheep, horses). Tennis player.
Injury: broken collar bone.
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Age: 17
Appearance: Unbalanced kind of face. Rather large eyes that are light enough to look really dark. Mid build, is not wearing a stewardess uniform, though her clothes are in the blue colors of the airline. It's a sweater over a blouse and a corduroy skirt just below her knees.
Brief history (optional): A temporary stewardess because one of them became ill, before that had no work for a couple weeks. Worked on a farm for most of her life. Has family In Texas.
Personality (keep it as brief as possible): Stubborn. Has a habit of being deaf when she doesn't want to hear. Timid in confrontations.
Skill: Taking care of animals (goats, sheep, horses). Tennis player.
Injury: broken collar bone.
Vivace Kondrael wrote:
Name: Alwin Berganwaald
Gender: Male
Species: Methane Human
Age: 14 years
Appearance: Dark brown hair, almost black, but with a bluish tint. Darkish skin, with a blue tint. Approximately 6' tall, wears typical commoner clothing, and has a brass arm band that covers half of a scar on his left arm.
History: Born in a Norhaaf settlement on the coast of Algernon, remained poor all his life.
Personality: Suffers a PTSD like mental disease. Believes that anyone and everyone might be a spy for The Society. Thinks that danger is everywhere, and no place is safe from the Society. Some sociopathic tendencies; can notice and analyze information quickly and correctly.
Skill: Is very good at hunting, though he'd rather not kill unless necessary. Has some skill in the medical area, especially broken limbs and cuts.
Gender: Male
Species: Methane Human
Age: 14 years
Appearance: Dark brown hair, almost black, but with a bluish tint. Darkish skin, with a blue tint. Approximately 6' tall, wears typical commoner clothing, and has a brass arm band that covers half of a scar on his left arm.
History: Born in a Norhaaf settlement on the coast of Algernon, remained poor all his life.
Personality: Suffers a PTSD like mental disease. Believes that anyone and everyone might be a spy for The Society. Thinks that danger is everywhere, and no place is safe from the Society. Some sociopathic tendencies; can notice and analyze information quickly and correctly.
Skill: Is very good at hunting, though he'd rather not kill unless necessary. Has some skill in the medical area, especially broken limbs and cuts.
Lieutenant Mopa wrote:
Name: Eavan Férnàsson
Gender: Male
Specie: Man
Age: Last time I checked he was 13 now he is 18-20
Appearance: A clean shaven face no stubble, and has brown eyes. Wears a jacket that is loose but warm. Is about 5'10.
Brief history(optional): Hunts in different countries and sells it to the ranger if that country. Eavan heard that they had lots of game in Alaska so he flew on the plane to get there.
Personality: Usually silent, also shy, but sometimes talks if he is in familiar company.
Skill: Hunting, with a bow and arrow.
Gender: Male
Specie: Man
Age: Last time I checked he was 13 now he is 18-20
Appearance: A clean shaven face no stubble, and has brown eyes. Wears a jacket that is loose but warm. Is about 5'10.
Brief history(optional): Hunts in different countries and sells it to the ranger if that country. Eavan heard that they had lots of game in Alaska so he flew on the plane to get there.
Personality: Usually silent, also shy, but sometimes talks if he is in familiar company.
Skill: Hunting, with a bow and arrow.
Sir Inesdar Ternis wrote:
Name: Ethan Henderson (note: not real name)
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown, as far as he knows he's human
Age: Unknown, he looks like a early twenty something.
Appearance: Thin, Pale, Brown messy hair, brown eyes, somewhat unshaven, has almost a hunted expression.
Brief history(optional): He doesn't know at all, he has very few memories from before the crash. He isn't sure why he is here why he is here or what he was doing. He does know his own name, and remembers his family but his memories are scattered and faint, and none of them explain why he is here. He has no identification, nothing that would tell others who he is. He does know his own name, but goes by an alias because he doesn't trust anyone else.
Personality(keep it as brief as possible): Hard to say. He's very quiet, always brooding. Doesn't socialize much.
Skill: No apparent skill. If he has some he doesn't remember them.
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown, as far as he knows he's human
Age: Unknown, he looks like a early twenty something.
Appearance: Thin, Pale, Brown messy hair, brown eyes, somewhat unshaven, has almost a hunted expression.
Brief history(optional): He doesn't know at all, he has very few memories from before the crash. He isn't sure why he is here why he is here or what he was doing. He does know his own name, and remembers his family but his memories are scattered and faint, and none of them explain why he is here. He has no identification, nothing that would tell others who he is. He does know his own name, but goes by an alias because he doesn't trust anyone else.
Personality(keep it as brief as possible): Hard to say. He's very quiet, always brooding. Doesn't socialize much.
Skill: No apparent skill. If he has some he doesn't remember them.
Rough order of rping (person will be notified if post has not been made within 48 hours):
Seabird
Lady Kitra
Kathrine
Lady Rwebhu
Vivace
Mopa
Firieth
Inesdar
But hey, that works. xD
You can do whatever you want with him in the story though. 
He's got it tough already.]
And Alwin has no injuries.]
Actually this was more of a survival-type rp with no conspiracies and bleh... But I'd love for someone to go mad. And yes dear, your post is fine. 