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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:










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

Yay! I've never been in a Role Play before!

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.

Can we roll to see if her dog survived?

Yes I can. Except if I roll a 2 or a 4, the dog dies. Any other number will result in a perfectly healthy dog.

Yay!

You've got another RP newbie interested. I'm using a character from my NaNovel, Skin-Winged.

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.

I've decided that the time of year will not be winter, due to the complete lack of sunlight up north.That and no one would go north during winter. Would everyone be fine if it was changed to say... Mid-autumn? Winter just seems too brutal now that I take everything into account. Your thoughts?

Sounds fine by me.

Likewise. Apologies for not replying sooner - I need to subscribe to this thread.

This is a cool idea.

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.

Having it a bit before winter would make a great ticking time bomb for their survival. I think it's a good idea.

I completely forgot about that. But hey, that works. xD

Okay. I'm rolling the dice.

Kya-2
I have chosen my character to have suffered from a slash on her right arm.

Dakota-1
No injury. I really don't want the doggie to die so I saved him. You can do whatever you want with him in the story though.

Shalev-5
No injury.

Candy-2
You have suffered an injury. The type and magnitude of damage is your choice. (Quick question. In your description it says that your char's eyes are bright enough to look dark. What does that mean? )

For anyone else, this is your last chance to be in this RP!

Hurray!



Unless we find random folk along the way?

Huh. That'll work. Thanks for pointing that out.

So we'll wait for Rwebhu's reply and then start.

* is happy she was one of the injured ones * * tries to think of realistic injury *

I have a broken collarbone.

Well, sometimes eyes are dark – and sometimes they are darker – and sometimes after a certain point they get darker without getting noticeably darker – and sometimes eyes are at a point just between light and dark where they are really noticeably dark, even though some eyes are actually darker.

* stops making muddy explanations ruefully and waits for what will happen next *

[Roger that. From now on, authors will interact and discuss stuff in these parentheses.]

When she first opened her eyes she saw nothing. For a moment she thought she had died and had gone to some dark place in the afterlife. Her heartbeat was all she had to show otherwise. Realizing this, she reached out her hands to feel around her. As she did this her head ached along with the rest of her body, crippling her efforts to get herself from the dark recesses of wherever she was.

The girl's hand made contact with something warm and hard, awakening her senses as it burned her hand. Fully awake she extended her other senses in a silent fear, not knowing where she was and afraid to find out. The horrid scent of something burning choked her while her sweat dampened her clothes. Her breath now laboring the girl began to push her way through the dark hole in a moment of panic.

The walls around her were solid and immovable and refused to give way. She crumpled to the ground, coughing and trembling as she desperately clung to consciousness.

[* is unsure what to do * I've never done an RP before. You wrote that from your perspective. So do I write something from my perspective?]

[*must endeavor to avoid splats when talking in character*]

Dakota jolts awake to a hard headache. She knows she had been asleep and stirred slightly in some turbulence, but can't remember much else. She sees the smoke and feels the heat around her, but also an icy draft nearby. She looks around for its cause, turning her pillow around to cover her nose and mouth to protect from the smoke.

She calls out when she hears the coughing.

[You write in your character's perspective. What I've seen is that people take equal turns role playing. In this case, I'd let you and Kathrine take a turn before writing again. The exception to this is when a character is asleep or in a position where the character is incapable of movement, or if they're dead. Then, I think, the other role players skip the immobile character's turn and move on until the character is awake. We'll figure that out as it happens.]

[Yay, no injury. Else I'd have to have Shalev flying around with a broken leg. He's got it tough already.]

A call wakened Shalev, twisted in an odd angle, rather cold, and sore all over. He took a deep breath, which did nothing to soothe the soreness in his chest. Smoke burned his throat. Get out get out get out.

He was still in his airplane seat, but it was in a ripped section of the plane now rotated to sit on its left side. Above him was open, and the right side of the aisle had broken off. His right wing was entangled in the arm of his seat and pinned by the body of the woman next to him. And his body was pinning down Anthan.

"Wake up, you idiot!"

He'd ripped the right side of his coat sometime in the crash. Now he uncurled his right wing, smacking it against the row of seats in front of him, and attempted to shake off the remnants of his coat. No use. He angled his wing to push himself up from Anthan and began trying to pull his left wing out from beneath the woman. It didn't look like she was breathing, but then, maybe she'd opened her eyes, seen the freak she was on top of, and promptly passed out again.

No use again. His left wing was too entangled, the woman too heavy, and his aching left wing was never meant to hold his weight like this. He looked back at Anthan. Out cold - if he was alive. He coughed as more smoke accosted his lungs.

Didn't he wake up to a shout? There was always the chance that person wouldn't be too scared of him to help. "Hey, anyone else conscious?" He repeated his query louder when no one answered. "Anyone here conscious!"

[Kathrine, was Shalev hiding his wings somehow before the crash, or did the people on the plane know about them?]

Gah! I finally found this thread! Shouldn't this be in Character Dev? That's where I looked first.


Can I join?

[Mm...character dev is for characters and their development specifically, whereas this is just a game, I think.... * thoughtful * What if it went it GD?]

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.

[I'm not sure what GD means, unless you mean google docs. And you're free to join Vivace. We finally have our insane character! 8D I like insane characters. ^w^

Also, am I the only one to notice that all of our characters have some sort of social quirk? Or is that just me? o_o And yes, this is a game. Or at least I think so.

Also, what's a methane human? I'm supposing he looks a bit fantasy-like from his description. Like wearing a tunic or something. And Alwin has no injuries.]

Dakota hears a call. "Anyone here conscious?"
She squeezes out of her row and heads for the voice.
"Over here!" She calls. Her voice is muffled by her pillow, but at least she can breathe. The smoke stings her eyes and she is very careful to avoid stepping on anyone, but she moves as quickly as possible.
Last time I fly coach. She thinks to herself as she picks her way carefully to the back of the plane.
She stops dead when she sees the man with the wings.
"What on-" She puts her hand to her mouth and is too astonished to finish her thought.

[I want to make a note here. If there's a certain way you want the plot to go feel free to discuss it. I don't have many plans for the future as far as the story itself so feel free to try to move it in a certain direction. Just don't take over the story. It will get frustrating and limited for other people.]

She thought she could hear voices a distance from where she was. Kya shook with effort to calm herself in the dark, slowly recalling the events that had occurred during the time. She had been in a plane, on her way up north on a camping trip with a friend.

"A friend," she whispered. Then she gasped,chocking on the smoke. "Todd!" Where is he? Kya covered her mouth with her t-shirt, feeling around her environment more. She wasn't sure if she was somewhere in between the seats. But she cast that aside. She had heard a voice call out.

"Hello? Help! Todd? Where are you?" she was going to say but instead she resumed her fit of coughing. The sound of something snapping brought her attention to the pitch black space above her head. A single flash of light from a dying lightbulb illuminated a shard of the ceiling. Kya felt herself freeze in horror, then the burning sting of something cutting through flesh.

"Eyyaaaaaaaaaa!"

[Can I join? Can I join? I want to join!]

He he... I never told anyone on here about the m-humans.....essentially they have blue-tinted skin and hair from breathing the high levels of methane in their world. There's more, but that's all what really matters for this RPG. Good. He's already injured enough as it is..

[Sorry, that was short for General Discussion. That's where a couple other games are (though no RPG).

In my opinion, every human being has a social quirk.

K, I am going to go along with Kitra and assume that we did not know about Shalev's wings before now.]

She isn't dead yet. She is too cold to be dead. She doesn't want to move because she is afraid something will change...and if something changed, it might be worse. Things could be a lot worse.

But her body does not let her stay still. A wild gust of cold air freezes her through the torn sleeve of her sweater and she whimpers. There has to be somewhere warmer, and she has to find it. She takes a deep breath, and suddenly gives a low sob. Her arm had moved...and her shoulder and her neck and her chest hurt as much as if there was broken glass embedded in her muscles. She feels tears run down her face, but she doesn't care. She doesn't want to be brave.

When she tries to stand she holds her left arm perfectly still with her right hand. But when she isn't curled up in a crouch she is colder, and bites her lip. Wind whips through the sheer tear in the metal siding beside her.

"Hey, anyone else conscious?"

Candy turns her head, sending more stabbing pain through her neck. Her stomach turns. She carefully rests her left arm on a seat back and rubs the tears off her face with her other sleeve. It is much easier to be brave when there is someone to watch you. She doesn't want to act like a kid. It is her responsibility, if there are actually people alive, to be of service.

"Anyone here conscious!"

She hears someone stirring.

"Over here!" says a female voice. It is muffled. There is more moving about, getting farther away from Candy.

Then, a broken off exclamation that Candy can't quite hear.

"Is anything wrong?" she says, and tries to move again. She just has to bear the pain. But when she ignores it and walks up the aisle, into a thick cloud of choking smoke, she drops onto her hands and knees to get below it, and somewhere in her collarbone seems to scrape and crackle. It was almost worse than pain, and she clutches her arm to her chest with a flinch and a moan.

So....What are the rules on this? How do we write out the story? ...

[You're free to join Mopa. Just make a profile for your character and start role-playing. And everyone, one liners aren't a crime. xD

And Vivace, a role play is when a group of people write a story together in turns, acting out their characters. I've seen it written in 3rd person only, in the view of the character being role-played. I've even seen people role play numerous characters in a single role play but I've yet to do anything like that. So here are some rules (which I will add to the front page).

-No non-humanoid creatures as characters, except a pet of some sort
-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 with out 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.
-If you want an example of this, just look up role-playing. Some can be very short and not too complicated while others can really develop on story.]

[Oh! Thank you!]

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.

EDIT: 2nd skill: I don't know what to call it, Eavan has the ability to find tracks. Tracking? Something like what Aragorn does.

[This is beginning to get crowded. What would you say the max amount of people should be? I was thinking ten.]

[That sounds reasonable.... Oh, and I'm going to make a list of the different character descriptions in your first post so we can use it as reference. I think that would be helpful. At least to me. ]

[Thank you Rwebhu.]

[@Seabird have you already rolled the dice for me?]

What is my character supposed to be doing right now? Do I write a description, or.....

[@ Mopa: Sorry! I forgot. You rolled a 1 so your character has no major injuries.

@ Vivace: Your character is most likely on the plane. You're free to have them do whatever and run into various problems. For me, my character is stuck in the unlit portion of the airplane with a newly received gash on her arm. Most people are busy waking up and trying to find each other. That'd be a place to start.]

Okay.

[*waits for Kathrine to get back with a response of some kind before Coyote makes a move*]

[Um..How big is the Plane?]

Sunlight trickles through my vision, as something wet splashes onto my forehead. Shaking my head, I dizzily stand to my feet, wiping the substance off. It was gasoline, I could tell from the smell and bluish tint of it.

Like that?

[@ Mopa: Er, normal plane size? One of those international planes I suppose, so it's not small.

@ Vivance: For the most part, everything seems fine. Although I normally see past-tense 3rd person. Reading something like out of a novel in present tense like that makes it a bit hard to read.]

[Ackpth! Apologies for not keeping a close enough eye on this thread. School starting, blah blah, insert eloquent excuse. May I suggest that if I player whose turn it is does not post within... IDK... 12 hours? Then our dear RP leader summons them. Most people have it set so that a summons sends them an email, so that should be effective. Summoning the person in line after you whenever you post might also work...

Could you please list the order in which players are taking turns in the main post, or maybe order the profiles?

As a belated answer to Seabird's question on the first page, yes, he was hiding his wings underneath the over-large coat that has since been torn.]

"Over here!" A woman's voice. Here goes nothing.

Shalev heard her careful steps, avoiding debris - bodies probably too, making her way to him. A young woman stepped out from behind the row of seats in front of him. Dark hair, dark skin, almond eyes, she looked American Indian. Those almond eyes first looked at his face, then saw the rest of him. "What on-" she clapped her hand over her mouth.

Not a bad response. He'd had worse. "I'll try to explain about the wings as soon as I can, but at the moment I need your help. I'm stuck and I'm not sure my buddy here-" he inclined his neck toward Anthan "-is alive."

"Eyyyaaaaaaaa!" A penetrating, but distant, scream crumpled the silence.

That was panic. "Quickly! Pull this woman's body off me. Then get to whoever is in trouble."

[I see you are already getting started, and sorting out order etc, but this looks like a great way for me to practice writing and CD, is there any chance I can join in?? No worries if not ]

Dakota snapped back into reality.

"Right, sorry." She said, reaching down to move the woman. She got her arms under the woman's arms and dragged her as gently as she could to another seat. "Will to be okay to see to your friend?" she called, already heading toward the sound of the scream. As she picked her way back down the aisle, she found that another person was there who hadn't been before. She knelt down to see better.
"Quick, are you alright? We have to find everyone who is alive and get out of here. There was a shout up ahead. I have to go see what it was." Dakota wanted to wait for a reply, but the cry seemed urgent. She got up and crawled across a seat that had fallen into the aisle, continuing forward until she found the girl who had screamed.

[I don't know exactly what happened with her, so I'll leave it there]

[Fireth - the last I heard it was being limited to 10, and we have 6. I think we should limit it before 10 (7 wouldn't be bad, actually), but until Seabird says no new folks go ahead and make a character profile using the template from the first post, then enter a first post.]

 Alwin opened his eyes to the faint sound of gasoline splashing on an equipment console. Torn metal and melted wires left a gaping hole in the cockpit of the aircraft, with some of the wires still smoldering or sparking.
 "Ow." he groaned, and slowly sat up. "Where...am I?"
 Branches creaked, and some of the weaker ones fell on the damaged craft with resounding thuds. I'd better get away from here before the airplane explodes, Alwin thought, or if this wasn't an accident, the person behind this comes to get m-me.Chuckling to himself, Alwin pressed on the dented door that might allow him to leave the craft. Now I know I'm alright. My stutter's back. Why won't this open? The door seemed to have been damage by the crash so much it could no longer function.


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Does that work?

[Wow. A lot happened while I was gone. Okay, Let me start my massive response:

@Kat: Thanks for directing Firi. Is it okay if we put the limit at 8, as a compromise? And I will start getting the list in order (gak more work for me. :L). Also, how summon?

@Firi: You're welcome to join. Make a a profile and I'll roll for you.

@Vivace: I never thought about having someone crash the plane on purpose... *rubs hands* 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.

Post is liable to edits later, just fyi.

EDIT: Made the list people! Go read it in the first post now!]

[I haven't written yet, because I don't know in what area of the plane am I. You think I can be asleep when the plane crashed? Thanks. ]