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[The Survivors]
Area unknown.
You never know how much your life can change in a split second, from you being whoever the hell you were before the crash into survivor, trying to cling onto the creaking branch that is your life.
Two Weeks Ago
Everyone started onto the plane, light bounces in their steps full of excitement. They were finally out of College, which now means they are onto the life that they were waiting for, one full of excitement one full of wonder, unaware of what laid next.
They made it into their seats just as the plane started down the runway, why oh why didn't I listen to the News.
4 hours later
The sound of thunder cackled in the far distance, and a light rain started pattering on the planes roof and windows. The Captain's voice spoke through the planes intercoms. "We are just now getting word of a tropical depression heading our way. If you may, all passengers fasten your seat-belts, we are fixing to hit some minor turbulence."
Just a little less than two minutes after the Captain spoke, the plane started to shake wildly. Thunder cackled in the distance like laughter, and rainfall now appeared as that of a waterfall, slamming itself onto the plane.
In the planes tail-section, there was the faint sound of metal starting to tear. The Captian's came on the speaker one last time, talking in a sadistic tune. "We are all going to-"
[quote]"Then the screaming started" -Alexander Edwinn Maxwell[/quote]
Before the Captian could finish speaking, an indescribable sound emitted from the back of the plane. The back of plane was splitting apart, which caused electric sparks to fly around the frightened passengers. Screams became just mere emotions as the tail-section finally gave way to the sky, replaced only by the sole sound of the wind.
Then, even that became quiet..
[We will start in the plane, which is currently just above the oceans surface.]
[Survival System]
In The Survivors, survival is the main attraction.
This world is very like our own, you have to
Eat
Seep
Drink
Worry about Infections
Sicknesses
Temperature
[C.S]
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: (Include Clothing)
Biography:
Skillset
[Rules]
1.) No Gary/Mary Sues
2.) Minimum of 3 sentences each post
3.) Try to be active?
4.) Keep it realistic
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Mohd759Join Date: 2014-06-13
Post Count: 516 |
Name: Mohd
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Include Clothing) Wears a torn apart kit of his own
Biography: He used to be a football player, he was going on the plane to go to the country where he was going to play his next match. He was happy and ignored the news report.
Skillset: Cares about people, is strong, and knows something about survival, and he never, and i mean NEVER, leaves anybody behind.
~GOOOOOOLAAAZOOO~ |
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dayum, i posted this at 5:30, ew |
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Is this an ISRP
"I remember when I was the Hero" | "Ryker Hale and Alice Ryker. The God Damn Dream Team" | "Cthulhu For President 2k16" | [ Account Used By Ryker and Alice] |
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[Hello. Just so you know, this will be my first forum role-play. I've only ever role-played on group walls, so please forgive me if I misuse any terminology or if my skills seem inadequate for our purposes.]
Name: Winifred (Winni) Tarver
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Winni is a petite mechanic with a big heart and a big smile. Her optimism matches her shoulder-length brown hair and hazel eyes, which, to some, may appear child-like in their enthusiasm. She wears a sturdy pair of scuffed, brown leather boots, an equally scuffed jacket of the same material, jeans, and a simple, grime-smudged tee shirt along with a colorful bandanna to keep her hair back.
Biography: She graduated college by skipping many grades in primary school, and dual-enrolling as a high schooler. As a result, she graduated with a major in engineering very early, and works as an airplane mechanic. Though she is approachable, she has never once stepped out of her busy ambitions to solidly connect with other people. A client at the plane's destination flew her out so she could look at one of his models, but the plane will never reach its' destination. Lured by the prospect of a paycheck, Winni agreed to go.
Skill set: As mentioned before, Winni is a formally trained mechanic, although she lacks the experience of a seasoned one. She is petite, and though she is strong for her size, she will not be able to compete with anything or anyone larger than she is. Otherwise, she is an ear to hear with and a shoulder to cry on. |
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TrudoJoin Date: 2011-12-31
Post Count: 479 |
Name: Matt Bylin
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Matt wears a long brown leather trench coat. He wears it almost constantly. Underneath is what appears to be chain-mail plating which many easily dismiss as fake and deem Matt a crazy fanatic of the olden days. Matt is fair skinned and has ruffled brown hair which isn't too long. Along with that he has green eyes and a nice smile that will provide hope to those longing for it. Matt is fairly built for his age, not too muscular yet not out of shape. He's short standing in at 5'7". At his feet he has simple brown boots which conceal a tiny dagger within a hidden compartment. Matt also holds on to several beloved knick-knacks which he keeps hidden within the many pockets of his coat.
Biography: Not much is known about Matt, as he likes to remain secretive about his past. He doesn't like to make friends too much because the outcome is always the same. Matt however has revealed that he was an orphan for quite some time until he was eventually adopted by a wealthy parent. He lives life to the fullest relaxing and being at peace with nature. He was born in someplace near England, yet hates visits to there. Matt however is not afraid to flaunt his intriguing assets.
Skillset:
Swordsman: Matt has dedicated a portion of his life to mastering the art of a sword, while he doesn't always carry one, it is a handy ability for him to have.
Climbing: Ever since he was a child, he had to run from the authorities granting him good escapes and jukes in order not to be caught in the harsh world.
Cooking/Leading: Matt learned to cook once adopted, and knows how to make an array of peasantry dishes. He also takes up leading quite nicely with his overall fierce and confident attitude in protecting what he thinks is right.
Bravery: While not really considered a skill, it is a dominant attribute that Matt holds. As a child Matt was living in fear. As he grew older and more confident in his abilities he eventually became more brave. He will often use himself as a shield to protect allies or anyone he cares for, not caring to much for his fate. |
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Mohd759Join Date: 2014-06-13
Post Count: 516 |
*The plane is about to hit the water*
"HOOOOOOLYYYY CRAAAAAAAAPAPPPP" *Everyone's screaming and shouting*
~GOOOOOOLAAAZOOO~ |
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riftgJoin Date: 2008-11-24
Post Count: 1980 |
9ADCE616
@Mohd759
You know who. When was he? I think Skillset: Cares about people, is a lot of things. What kind of food do you like?
jk I don't mean it
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riftgJoin Date: 2008-11-24
Post Count: 1980 |
4FBE916D
@silverhawk352
You have a way of putting others at ease.
jk I don't mean it
RiftG never sleeps |
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[May we begin the role-play soon?] |
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Spotted and trudo accepted. @man, your character is what we can a gary/mary Stue, too op in my opinion!
Also, we'll begin as soon as I post the intro. |
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The plane hit the water as of hitting a brick wall, killing most of the people in the plane, including the Pilot and Co-Pilot. A few lucky souls survived however, and you lot were a few of them.
The plane, now just barely above the water, is sinking, you can either wake up now, or be lost to the depth's of the Pacific Ocean, let us begin! |
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@Man, got shot by bullet, went .03 centimeters in, can't feel pain sometimes, etc. |
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DezmondV2Join Date: 2014-10-29
Post Count: 3827 |
####:#########:##########:################: ######## ########## ##### with ###### , Cheap jacket , Scurvy ##################:#### Was born in the Island Of California , Where he was ###### a Mad ############# past is set. Now for the ##### he will make!########## Knife ######## , ###### , ######## |
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Winni had never liked roller coasters, but this was a hundred times more terrifying. For one thing, she couldn't console herself with a chocolate bar while the sea filtered in through the plane's busted nose in its haste to occupy the fuselage. She didn't comprehend the souls around her as she mechanically unbuckled herself from the seat, tugging the seat cushion up. As the safety card in the seat pocket in front of her indicated, she could use it as a floatation device while the wreckage continued to sink. |
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TrudoJoin Date: 2011-12-31
Post Count: 479 |
Matt
I knew I should've never gotten on this metal bird. I collect my stuff that had scattered in the now sea-soaked floor of the plane. I chuckle a bit thinking to myself how I'm still alive. I get up and get ready for the cold embrace with the water. As the plane sinks a couple inches further, I make sure everything is secure and step in gently. I slowly acclimate to the temperature of the water and then I make my way out of the plane into the openness of the ocean. I look for other survivors. Over the sound of the wreckage I manage to yell out "IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE?"
(I feel like this is going to turn into Bioshock..PLANE CRASH...OCEAN....RAIN...HMMMMMMMMMMM) |
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Freezing from the ocean, Winni soon noticed how vast the expanse of water really was. Hanging onto her lone cushion by the loops with a vice-like grip, she braved the toss of the waves, which crashed on top of her with agonizing force. She felt so small, the weight of all of those lost lives down below brought tears to her eyes. Then, she heard it. Another living, breathing human being, but she couldn't decipher all of the words. "Here! I'm here! Help!" She gasped, kicking her legs in an attempt to rebel against the liquid prison. She wasn't the last one! |
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TrudoJoin Date: 2011-12-31
Post Count: 479 |
Matt
I can faintly hear the reply from the other side of the now almost completely submerged plane. I grab on to a piece of debris-- a panel from the wing-- I swim toward the woman. On the way there I look for others. So far none that I can see. How did this even happen..? How did-- enough questions. We have to find somewhere dry or somewhere we can build a fire. We won't last long here. I finally make it to the woman.
"Hello?" I say moderately loud, the plane sinking and the waves make it hard to hear. "Are you ok?" She looks as if she was struggling a bit more than I was. "Are there any others?" |
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