The Red Scarf Hymnal OOC

[Lovejoy]

THE RED SCARF HYMNAL

IC: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?t=152052


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INTRODUCTION

The Red Scarf Hymnal is a character-driven RP with an emphasis on horror, survival, and adventure. It takes place in the real world, but far in the distant future where a series of arcane cataclysms has killed off most of the human race.

THE FIRST CATACLYSM

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Countless generations ago, before the history of the human race was lost in turmoil and death, a preternatural event occured which would forever change the world and its people. Whether they lived in the great cities of the countries across the Atlantic, or in the frozen continents to the north and south, precious few were spared when human beings began to die out from exposure to sunlight.

Not a soul in those times could explain what was occuring when on an ordinary morning like any other, a great percentage of the human race suddenly dropped dead, the skin melting from their bones as soon as the rays of the sun touched them. Even stranger was the fact that this horrible phenomenom only seemed to affect human beings, and thus on that first day, when city streets all over the world became drenched in the flowing blood of the dead as they melted and burned, all the natural world-- from the tallest redwood to the smallest ant, remained untouched by this catastrophe.

Night itself did not provide solace, as the light from distant stars still affected human beings, only at a slower rate. Those who survived exposure from the daylight succumbed to the light of the stars, suffering from a strange sickness which killed them in a matter of hours.

THE VAULTS

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During the mass confusion and hysteria of the first days of the cataclysm, a great initiative was hastily begun by the governments of several First World countries. All over the planet, great vaults (some as large as small cities) were built deep underground, where the sunlight couldn't penetrate. These vaults were designed to hold as many people as possible, and to allow them to live comfortably for as long as was necessary. The plan was for the survivors to endure in these vaults until a solution to the sunlight problem was found. The great vaults were stocked with enough supplies to last for many years, and when those ran out, synthetic food could be created within the vaults to sustain the inhabitants.

All over the world, hundreds of these vaults were built, and as the body count grew with every passing day, most of them were constucted hastily with a limited amount of resources. Thus, in the years that followed, many of these vaults failed due to shoddy life support systems or any other number of human failings.

The vaults that did succeed, most of which were located in North America and Asia, altogether housed about a million of the world's survivors. Most of the records that our ancestors kept which chronicled the generations of human beings which lived within the great vaults (and those who lived before the cataclysms) have been lost, but our ancestors spoke of their lives within these shelters as a cruel and hopeless existence, where many died fighting in the internal wars that constantly broke out between the vault inhabitants, and from starvation and disease.

It is said that over a period of two hundred years, throughout the generations of starvation and turmoil, the top engineers and scientists within vaults all over the world worked together to try and uncover a method for which humanity could return to the surface. What was needed was a way to repel 100% of all sunlight from human skin, but such a thing proved to be almost impossible to be developed due to the limited resources available to the few scientists within every passing generation of vault dwellers.

Two centuries passed with humanity barely enduring the generations spent within the deteriorating vaults. During their epoch of darkness, humans grew weak, pale, and sick, and the life expectancy rarely exceeded the age of thirty. Most of the vaults the world over suffered the same problems, and many of the shelters completely died out. It was not until forty years ago when the schematics for the first prototype of the reflective cloak was sent to vaults all over the world. The reflective cloak, a miracle of human ingenuity and engineering, was said to have first been conceptualized by a scientist within a small vault deep in the jungles of the land formerly known as India. This highly versatile piece of technology was a thick layer of tough cloth inlaid with a highly reflective layer of polymer shards (composed of a mixture of silver and polytetrafluoroethylene) which (as it's name advertised) reflected all sunlight away from the wearer's body.

The reflective cloak, which the engineer shared with the rest of the world via transmission, made it possible for humanity to finally venture into the surface after centuries spent underground. After a period of two years-- when the technology was deemed capable enough, vaults all over the planet began to send out scouting parties into the surface. Clad from head to toe in reflective cloaks, these first pioneers ventured into the abandoned cities and towns, completely ignorant of what awaited them.

What these first scouting groups witnessed when they ventured into the derelict metropolises was nothing short of extraordinary. The world's cities and towns had remained the same, as though untouched, but with centuries' worth of natural growth covering them like an emerald blanket. Thick green moss clung to the windows of towering skyscrapers, and the streets and abandoned cars were hidden beneath layers of grass and trees. All along the great boulevards and intersections, wild animals had established new ecosystems amidst the houses and store fronts. It was as if nature had continued to prosper while humanity had been wallowing in its death throes.

THE SECOND CATACLYSM

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For a time, there was an era when humanity was successful in their efforts to rebuild. The long-abandoned towns and cities of our ancestors, now overgrown with lush greenery and wildlife, were made secure to inhabit, and communication between the two great continents of the east and west lead to early attempts at trade. But a scant forty years after humanity once again braved the surface, a second cataclysm, one even more deadly and mysterious than the first, was inflicted upon us. This strange, unexplainable event has changed the way humanity lives, and has plunged the once-recovering world into an era of chaos and death.

One day, six years ago, human beings all over the world underwent a hideous and terrifying mutation which turned each and every person older than the age of seventeen into ravenous demons bereft of sanity and memory. These misshapen demons, who were once our parents, brothers and sisters have hunted us through the day and night (as they are no longer affected by the sunlight) and thus we have all had little choice but to flee from our families in horror-- many of us hiding deep within the wilderness outside of the cities.

It was thought that if we stayed away from the more populated areas, we would be safe, but we were soon proven wrong. For since that day six years ago, some time during our seventeenth year of life, every boy and girl alive will undergo the harrowing transformation themselves. There is no stopping the mutation except for killing every boy and girl just before their seventeenth birthday, a practice that has been adopted by many of the desperate surviving children.

The Older, as we've come to call them, are powerful demons who hunt us without tiring. None are identical, and it is believed that they feel no pain until they are killed. Worst of all, as they age, they grow in size and become even more monstrous. The demons who mutated from the adult men and women six years ago are the most dangerous, yet there are whispers of unspeakable Older-- those who mutated from the rare elderly men and women who had somehow survived their time in the vaults. These mythical Older are said to be horrifying in their monstrosity, and legends tell of the ground trembling wherever they step.

THE RED SCARVES

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All over the world, children are fighting to survive.

For the past six years since the rise of the Older, countless boys and girls the world over, from the scorched deserts of Africa to the high-rises of New York, have died each and every day. Most fall prey to the Older, yet many die at the hands of other children. Fear and death have permeated the world, and the order which was established forty years ago, after humanity left the vaults to rebuild, has been broken. In every city, town, and village, children wage war among themselves for supplies and shelter. Most children left in the world, none older than the age of sixteen, are directionless and only live to survive until they start to mutate on their seventeenth year. Very few children have the means or the ambition to try and change the world for the better, and thus most band together in "clans" to survive against the Older and the threat of rival groups.

Far to the north, on an island off the eastern coast of the land once known as Canada, a group of twenty eight children have sequestered themselves in a secluded fishing village. This particularly clan, who call themselves the Red Scarves, is different from most other groups of children. Unlike other groups, which are formed mostly of children from the same area, the Red Scarves are a ragtag clan made up of children who have journeyed from far and wide searching for a place in the world. The founder of the Red Scarves, a sixteen-year old girl known as Foxriver, is legendary in her exploits, and she alone holds a secret which has the potential to change the dark destiny of the human race.

Though the Red Scarves are protected from the Older due to their seclusion, they are still threatened by rival clans. The Amalgamated Sons, a clan of mainlanders known for their savagery, has recently landed on the island. As war approaches, Foxriver and the rest of the Red Scarves' leaders are haunted by the fact that soon, the mutation that sleeps in their blood will soon manifest.

WORLD DETAILS

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Just a few details on the world of the RP before we move on to the CS. I'll add on to this section as the RP progresses.

- Every character has his/her own reflective cloak. This item is pretty much the most important possession that you own, as without it, you wouldn't be able to survive on the surface. The cloaks are hooded, and cover a person from head-to-toe, and most children have been taught how to maintain them. They include a mask, special types of gloves, and boots. Most children wear some kind of protective armor underneath.

- The technology of the cloaks, as mentioned earlier, is highly versatile. They can be used to cover windows and doorways inside buildings so as to block any sunlight or starlight from entering. This way, people are able to remove their cloaks while in-doors.

- If any sunlight touches a person, their skin will immediately start to burn and melt wherever the sunlight touched. Think of people as being like vampires, just without all of the cool stuff.

- People can survive outside without cloaks when it is extremely cloudy and raining.

- During cloudless nights, the light from distant stars will kill a person not wearing a cloak within a few hours. Think of it as being affected by radiation sickness.

- The state of the world itself is in the same shape as it is in 2012 (perhaps a few years later, so there are certain technologies that are slightly more advanced), but kept in sort of a "human-free" stasis for two hundred years. Compare the current state of the world as if every human being on earth disappeared today and the world was left alone for a few hundred years. Some technology still works, but the world is now populated by near-feral children, with very few having scientific or medical knowledge.

- Weapons include guns, though they are exceedingly rare in Canada, where the RP starts off.

- Everywhere, there is nature. Here's an idea of what the world looks like:

CHARACTER SHEET

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Name: Your character's name. Now, all of the children who were born before the day their parents mutated into Older (six years ago) have normal names, but since then, many have adopted monikers which they prefer to be called by. Most children these days want nothing more than to forget their parents and their old lives, so the nicknames tend to be really different from their birth names. Also, this is just for the sake of good storytelling, but it'd be cool if your characters had a reason for choosing their particular nickname.
Also, remember, these are children, so they could be a bit silly if you want. That being the case, they also have their birth names, which you could choose to reveal now or keep hidden.

Age: No older than sixteen.

Appearance: Include height, weight, and a detailed description. Also, if possible, include a photo or image of what your character is supposed to look like (for quick reference).

Skillset: Most kids in this world have basic fighting and survival skills, but of course, some are more capable of taking care of themselves than others. Also, I want a wide range of different non-combat skills to be represented in the RP, so be creative! Some children are capable of being well versed in science and other kind of "specialized" stuff, as their parents and grandparents (who came from the vaults) could've taught them, but nothing too extreme.

Personality: A summary of the outward personality of your character. You don't need to include every single facet of your character's psyche, just how people would perceive them. More personal stuff, like your characters' thoughts or any revealing information, should be included in your IC posts.

Background: The main storyline of the RP will revolve around your characters (who can either be a new recruit of the Red Scarves or a long-time member) going on an odyssey across the continent after certain events occur. As the Red Scarves allow anyone to join up as long as they aren't murderous psychopaths, you can be as creative as you want with creating your characters' backgrounds. Your character can come from anywhere in the world, but if they come from anywhere beyond North America, please make sure you have a believable storyline that sufficiently explains how they managed to survive the journey.

Also, the day in which everyone's parents, brothers, sisters, close friends, ect (everyone elder than 17) mutated six years ago should be a highly integral part of everyone's backstory, as it will likely be the most important day of your characters' lives. Make sure you have a storyline ready for how your character escaped death that day, as the sudden mutation of so many adults made it very difficult for most children to get away in time.

Also, for those of you who create characters that are already members of the Red Scarves when the storyline begins, we'll have to work out existing relationships here in the OOC.

ACCEPTED CHARACTERS

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Consan (Chyoko), 15 Year Old Female
http://roleplayerguild.com/showpost....13&postcount=5

E.R (Orthodox019), 15-Year Old Male
http://roleplayerguild.com/showpost....12&postcount=7

Whisper (AngelofMorning), 15-Year Old Male
http://roleplayerguild.com/showpost....6&postcount=20

Scout (Melodym), 15-Year Old Female
http://roleplayerguild.com/showpost....3&postcount=35

RiniDoll (InDefiance), 16-Year Old Female
http://roleplayerguild.com/showpost....3&postcount=36

Imp (deathbringer), 12-Year Old Female
http://roleplayerguild.com/showpost....1&postcount=41

Denny (Dotcom), 15-Year Old Male
http://roleplayerguild.com/showpost....3&postcount=75

Rain (Dotcom), 6-Year Old Girl
http://roleplayerguild.com/showpost....3&postcount=75

Brandon Walker (Connor Gorden), 16-Year Old Male
http://roleplayerguild.com/showpost....&postcount=846

Alex Walker (Connor Gorden), 8-Year Old Male
http://roleplayerguild.com/showpost....&postcount=846

Tammy Walker (Connor Gorden), 7-Year Old Female
http://roleplayerguild.com/showpost....&postcount=846

OTHER CHARACTERS

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--- The Red Scarves ---

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"Foxriver"
Age: 16 years, 10 months
Appearance: Foxriver is a tall girl, standing at 5'11. She has sandy-colored blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Her pale skin is constantly covered in a thin film of dirt and grime, as even when she returns to Neil's Harbour from the mysterious missions she has been carrying out on the mainland, she rarely finds the time to bathe. Her reflective cloak, like all of the Red Scarves, is patched with scarlet red cloth taken from the village's nearby textile mill. She has a lithe and athletic frame, and is able to run faster than most of the boys in her clan.



Skillset: Foxriver is a legend among the children of the frontiers-- a girl who seems to have been born to adequately survive in this harsh and punishing world. She is a masterful strategist and thinker, capable of gauging situations down to the smallest detail and planning accordingly. She has expert survival skills, and is well-learned in hunting and tracking. She carries several knives on her, and is known for her efficieny in handling them.

Personality: Foxriver is known above all else for her compassion, which is one of the main reasons why the Red Scarves, which now number 28 strong, has steadily grown since the clan's founding a little more than a year ago. She refuses to kill anyone without good reason, be they human beings or Older, unless it affects the express safety of the members of her clan. Unlike most, she will not end the life of any member of her clan on the dawn of their mutation unless they ask for it, choosing instead to banish them from the village. Whenever she returns home to Neil's Harbour, Foxriver is easy-going and can usually be found spending time with the rest of the clan members.

Most curious to everyone who first meets her, Foxriver has a very strange speaking pattern. While it is easy enough to understand her, she speaks in a strange, sometimes garbled accent.

Background: Nothing is known about Foxriver's past or where she comes from. Though she is generally down to earth and has a good sense of humor, she refuses to tell anyone within the clan of her true origins. What is known however, is that for the past six years, she has traveled through several different countries, and has only recently arrived in Canada, where she went on to form the Red Scarves and headquarter them in Neil's Harbour, an abandoned fishing village on the northern coast of Nova Scotia. There have been countless stories about Foxriver, and of the many different clans she has been involved in or has had a hand in founding.


"Northumberland"
Age: 16 Years, 2 Months

Appearance: Northumberland (or North, as he is often called) is a broad-shouldered, powerful-looking teenager. He keeps his brown hair cut short. He is of average height, but makes up for it with his imposing physique. Spending most of his free time carrying heavy things around town for no apparent reason other to "get the blood flowing", he has thick tree-trunk like legs and huge arms which he takes great pride in showing off to the female members of the clan. He has a large, friendly face with childlike eyes, shiny and green. He has several missing teeth, and has an awkward but charming habit of sticking his tongue through the gaps whenever he smiles.



Personality: North seems to be completely ignorant of the world and its problems, as he is often seen smirking at some secret (inane) joke. When at headquarters, he rarely takes anything too seriously, and tries his hardest to make others laugh-- though his jokes are often corny and half-remembered. Though he is the biggest boy in the Scarves, he isn't in any way an "alpha", and prefers to let others lead. He can safely say that the Scarves are where he belongs, and he possesses an undying loyalty to his fellow clan members.

Skillset: During a mysterious past which he finds too boring to discuss, North has acquired the skills of an excellenet car thief, and is able to start up any vehicle they come across. Owing to that, North is the clan's best driver, and he is often behind the wheel during the clan's scouting missions. Despite his physique, North is an absolutely worthless fighter, as he often loses his cool during tense situations and tends to become frightened at the threat of battle. He carries around an old hammer as a weapon, but claims to have never been able to swing it at anybody.

Background: A year ago, Foxriver, Starscream, and E.L found him in his boxers, nearly dead of hypothermia in the wilderness during a harsh winter. He had been left there to die by his former clan, and though her companions warned her that they couldn't help him, she refused to leave him there. Foxriver then built a shelter against the cold and proceeded to nurse him back from the brink, at one point ordering the two of them to join her in snuggling up against him for warmth. Since then, Northampton has been a loyal member of the Red Scarves.


Shinya "Starscream" Kurosawa
Age: 14 years, 4 Months

Appearance: A skinny, waifish boy of Japanese descent. Shinya is smaller than most of the boys in the clan and doesn't particularly like this fact. He has a slightly girlish look to him, with a delicate face twisted into a perpetual scowl, smooth pale skin and medium-length black hair which many of the girls in the clan take pleasure in mussing. He has pale, unblemished hands which he always keeps hidden inside a pair of black leather gloves. Shinya has terrible eyesight, and is in badly need of a pair of glasses (his last pair was accidently broken by North).



Skillset: Shinya is perhaps one of the most important members of the Red Scarves, as his genius in the field of urban engineering is what has allowed the clan to live in comparative comfort. Shinya has an understanding of complex power grid systems and urban infrastructure as well as a mastery of computer hacking which makes his skills indispensable to Foxriver and the rest of the clan. He was responsible for the restoring of Neil Harbour's power grid as well as the building of the wall around the town. Whenever the clan goes on scouting missions to urban areas, Shinya's skills can be counted on to safely take them through the safest routes.
Shinya also possesses knowledge of world history, and can speak many different languages fluently. In battle, Shinya is next to useless, and is always expressly ordered by Foxriver to stay low, away from danger.

Personality: Shinya is constantly in a sour mood, and never seems to have anything nice to say. When not busy with his work, he has a habit of meandering around town, insulting people in Japanese. He is arrogant, and believes himself (with good reason) to be more important than other members of the clan, but has a deep-rooted insecurity at being smaller than most of the boys in the Red Scarves. Him being the only asian in the Scarves further adds to his nervousness, as he believes himself to be different from the other clan members and not fully accepted, despite him being one of the first clan members.

Most of the other clan members treat him younger than he is, despite his genius, and many of the other boys often pick on him (all in good humour, though he doesn't see it that way). The girls all find him irresistably cute, and treat him as a kind of teddy bear, which he hates-- due to him wanting desperately to find a girlfriend.

Shinya has chosen the name "Starscream" (in honour of his favorite character from the ancient Transformers cartoon), but no one ever calls him that, as they deem the name too silly.

Background: Shinya was the very first person Foxriver recruited into the clan that would become the Red Scarves. The two of first met in the Philippines, close to two years ago. Shinya had traveled there after his city had been overrun by Older, and Foxriver had just been banished from the clan she had been a part of. Foxriver immediately saw the potential that Shinya possessed, and the two decided to join forces. She would protect him, and he would help her out in any way he could. The two have been together ever since.


"Thames"
Age: 16 Years

Appearance: Thames is a girl of common, if not unspectacular beauty. She is of average height, with pale skin and black hair cut short like a boy's. She has an attractive, heart-shaped face with a constellation of pale freckles going across the bridge of her nose. Thames' eyes are a light-grey color, making them appear like pools of ice. She has a tired look about her, as she is constantly looking after her two charges, Anchor and Bug. Despite this, she smiles often and always has enough of a bounce in her step to play games with the two boys.



Personality: Thames is a kind girl who never seems to allow the horrors of the world or the burden of raising two children bring down her spirits. She has a mellow disposition, and has never been known to outwardly show any strong displays of anger or sadness. Thames constantly has it together. Unlike a lot of the people in the clan, she even makes an effort to keep herself and her two adopted children clean and presentable.

Background: Nothing much is known about Thames and her two charges before their arrival. She, Anchor, and Bug were found nearly comatose on a life raft on the shores of the village nearly five months ago during the winter, their cloaks nearly frozen to their bodies. She had been a prisoner of a group of ravagers in the mainland, and upon her escape, she had taken the two youngest boys with her. Since then, she has acted as an adopted mother to the two brothers, and the three have been welcomed into the Red Scarves with open arms.


"Anchor"
Age: 9



A young boy from somewhere in the mainland. He and his brother Bug were taken from their clan-- a group of dangerous boys who stole females from other clans-- by Thames, a former prisoner of the group. After stealing a life raft and setting out to sea, they found themselves washed up on the shores of Neil's Harbour. It has been five months since then. Anchor is an intelligent boy, a realist with a pragmatic view of the world. Though he is young, he is a capable fisherman.


"Bug"
Age: 4



Bug is a little boy who, due to some misshap in his past, refuses to mentally accept the state of the world. He does not remember his true parents and though Thames has claimed that they have encountered Older in the past, Bug doesn't believe in the demons and thinks that they are part of some elaborate fairytale. His favorite thing to do, aside from running around in the rain, is collecting insects.

-The RiniBees-

The three of them showed up at about the same time and grouped together. All have their hair cut just above the shoulders and wear low pigtails like RiniDoll and mimic RiniDoll's mannerism to click their tongues, whistle and hum as quirky expressions. They are drawn to RiniDoll for many reasons, but the strongest one is RiniDoll's drive to push them to become tougher, stronger and better than they think they are, yet still focus on creativity and care in times of calm.*

-Chanteuse age 14- calls herself 'ShanniDoll' but others call her Shan.



The eldest of the trio and leader of the RiniBees. Protective yet rather domineering. Her name is Chanteuse because of her singing ability. Blonde with piercing blue eyes. Also, I think she suffers from body image issues due to acne and not having a slimmer, 'more effeminate' physique. She would be a nice girl, save for the fact that she lashes out at times and tends to boss around the other ones her age or younger. Of the three, she thinks she is some kind of protege to RiniDoll and thinks that she is the one that has something to prove to her. She is much like RiniDoll, but less focussed with her rage. But when it comes to doing crafts she does lighten up tenfold and becomes a happy and helpful girl, even though she is the weakest crafter of the trio.*

-PonyGirl age 13-



The cute one of the RiniBees. Named after the fact that she loves horses and ponies and will doodle their image on anything from a table to her own ankles. She has never seen one live, but the pictures and descriptions in the books are enough for her; has several volumes memorized. Heart shaped face, round brown eyes with bushy lashes, chestnut hair with bangs that frame her pale and ever blushing face. Giggly and talkative, but still has an edge to her when it's time to fight or do chores. Never communicated verbally, but she is very hard on her self and always judging what she does whether it be crafting or fighting. Almost obsessive in striving to do her best or striving to please. She's only really quiet when she does something wrong or when cowing to the whims of Chanteuse.

-Bouquet age 13- others call her 'Boo.'



The quietest and tallest of the RiniBees. Named after her love for flowers and when she arrived she carried large bouquets of flowers as peace offerings. The arrangements were stunning actually and her name was solidified. Light brown hair and contemplative green eyes. She is far-sighted and has to wear reading glasses when manipulating things up close. Many think she is shy, but she is a thinker and pragmatic, and is a girl of few yet profound words. But when she is with the other three and they start amping up, she can be just as exuberant and boisterous as the other two RiniBees. Very creative, yet tidy and knows much about flowers and decorative plants. She is the weakest fighter amongst the trio, however, her insights help them co-ordinate to be better fighters as a unit.


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Elliott "Charming" McCray (or just Char, for short.)
Age:12 (but cursed with a baby face.)

Appearance: 5'2", scrawny twig of a boy. Char is 12 years old, he swears! It's not his fault he's been cursed with shortness and a baby face. He would give anything to be tall and strong like North, but alas, it isn't looking to turn out that way. Char as the usual fair skin but also a splattering of Scottish freckles despite no contact with the sun. He often wears oversized sweaters and other hand me downs from the older boys, but they seem to be in good condition due to his secret sewing ability.


Skillset: Elliott is a scraper. He's been in his fair share of fights, and due to how fast and small he is, he usually manages to get out of them in one piece, but getting out of trouble is as far as his fighting skills go. He's no good with weapons, he's only good about not getting killed and high tailing it out of there. He's also a receptacle of knowledge, though he doesn't use any of it, but rather he's just really good at remembering things. He doesn't think of himself as being smart, but he can recall most things that he's read, or any small details other people might easily forget. Not everything mind you. He's not like some crazy genius! He's just better at it than most folk and it comes in handy from time to time. He's also secretly good at sewing and knitting but refuses to tell anyone because it's too girly. Instead people just randomly find new scarves in their houses every winter.

Personality: Elliott has the name 'Charming' for a reason. That reason is becuase he thought the ladies would like it. It's not a complete lie though. Elliott is a charming little brat. He's a real ham, loving to tell cheesy stupid jokes and flirt with girls, but all in all he's quite the little gentleman. He holds doors open, helps girls over puddles (as best his scrawny little arms can) and it far too eager to defend their honor, which usually ends up in him fighting a boy much larger than himself. Elliott's got a big mouth.

Background: Elliott lived in a vault in Scotland with his large family. He was the youngest of 5 brothers, all of which have already turned, and he's had to survive each and every one. The first was the hardest, but it wasn't much easier with each following event. Though seeing all of his brother's turn was very painful, he's at least gotten used to the trauma and has come out of it still right in his mind. That counts for something. And despite how playful and goofy he acts, he genuinely does have a positive outlook on life. His older brothers made sure to that before they had to leave.

After his last brother turned, Elliott went out in search of a new family (already having been in Canada for about a year now) and found it within the scarves about 4 months ago. Now he repays the favor by making and memorizing maps and other info that the group needs on hand. With his quick feet and excellent memory, it's all a pretty easy process.


Name: Lab-coat or just Lab
Age: 10 Years Old



Appearance: She is a ten year old who is about 4ft 3in, and 90 lbs. She has long black hair and blue eyes, with a quick smile that makes you think she's up to something devious. She wears a black cloak so as not to draw attention when she's lurking.

Skillset: She is particully good with faces and names, with an uncanny ability to sneak around and observe. Though she isn't good with things like math, her ability to remember what things look like and their names along with great descrition powers makes her the ideal assistant

Personality: Due to spending so much time with Consan she is very expresive when in the company of others, however that depends on if you can find her.

Background: Not much is known about Lab. Many of the Scarves love her deeply and have tried to get her to open up to them. Unfortunatly her only personal interest is in her mother figure Consan, though she is given more love than any other and is considered the apple of her eye, Consan doesn't really care about her past.

All anyone knows for certain is that she was found by Consan four years ago, and Lab has been faithful in her devotion to only her. No one knows the circumstances that she was found because both of them have stay'd quiet about it.

Many times when people are angered by her they will reffer to her as the "devils mutt". This is from her spying around and learning secrets to tell Consan or her "owner", and the fact that her name is shared with dogs, specifically the one that trots at her side.

People think that the dog randomly showing up on Lab's birthday was from Consan's own doing, considering she disappeared for a week and a new puppy showed up. However no matter how many times Lab asks she would always deny it, but with a slight smile.

Simon "Cross" Gillespie
Age: 15 Years, 11 Months



A quiet boy who keeps the memories of his life before the turning held close to his heart. Unlike most, he has kept a lot of his possessions from his former life, and has not completely gotten over the loss of his family. Still, he is friendly enough, and will do whatever is asked of him. He has a cross-shaped scar on his cheek, which he says he recieved before the Second Cataclysm. Cross and Falco, his boyfriend, joined the Red Scarves nine months ago, and the two share a home in town.

"Falco"
Age: 15 Years, Three Months



A cold-eyed former highway bandit, Falco is one of the most vicious members of the clan. There are stories of his brutality when it comes to fighting-- some of the stories so harrowing that many of the children in the clan are frightened of him and tend to avoid him. Falco carries himself with a certain amount of control, but when he becomes upset, he usually has to be restrained. Despite this, Falco is deathly loyal to Foxriver, as she is the one who saved him and Cross from an Older, and will do anything she asks. Falco is in a relationship with Cross, and Falco is incredibly overprotective of him, which can oftentimes lead to friction between the two.


Mule

Age: 14


Appearance: Mule is 6 ft tall and 147 lbs, he has brown hair and a scar under his right eye that he got from a frenzied Consan before the Scarves were made.

Skillset: He might not be the strongest of people, but he can carry heavy loads and knows when to keep his mouth shut.

Personality: Mule’s personality can be described with a group of words, obedient, scared, and indifferent. Being treated as basically a slave his entire life has made him a tool for others, but he does listen and treat girls with more respect thanks to the trauma caused by Consan.

Background: Before the Red Scarves were made, Mule and a group of three other kids ran across Consan’s farm. Thinking that it was a good place to loot, they approached it in the hopes for a comfy place to settle for a while. When they reached the house and found Consan they thought that they had hit the jackpot by finding a new ‘toy’.

What no one expected was Consan having a spiked bat at the ready. Though Mule wasn’t in the fight he was forced to watch as she mercilessly bludgeon the members of his group, including his brother, into unrecognizable heaps of meat. The one and only reason that he was left alive was because she made him get rid of the bodies so she wouldn’t have to.

Later after the Scarves had already been formed, a scouting party found him on the main land and brought him back. Mule thinking they had dealt with the girl that gave him nightmares every second he slept. When he never saw her around town, he thought she really was gone form his life… Until one night she appeared by his bedside with a knife. He promised never to speak of what happened, and she left him well enough alone, but always in public (away from prying ears) he tries to make Consan show her true form.


Annabelle

Age: Undetermined


Appearance: She is the darker version of Consan, with the exact same height and weight, and only slightly different looks.

Skillset: To work up Consan and take over when she’s in danger or in a rage, turning her into a brutal killer.

Personality: Annabelle represents Consan’s violent, manipulative side, which is exactly what she does to her so that she can escape for just a little while. Annabelle will bode her into violence but has been unsuccessful.
Background: Consan had always had an imaginary friend that helped her to excel in her academics, yet she was undefined and rarely showed up unless she was lonely. After the second cataclysm she was the one that convinced her to her brother, and later became the only contact with people outside months of loneliness.

By the time she was in a community with frequent human contact, Annabelle had grown from someone that didn’t have a form, to a full-blown person that has their own personality and influence on the world around them. It was Annabelle that told her to kill Mules group, and it is Annabelle who controls any violence that Consan shows.


Sarah "Ivy" Higgins

Age:
Would have been 18 in six months

Appearance:


Ivy was a quiet girl who could befriend a rock. Due to an accident she can't remember, she tended to function a little slower than most of the Scarves and often had trouble grasping simple instruction, let alone the dangers of the world outside the camp. But she was kind, soft-spoken, and had a green thumb to rival Mother Nature's. It was she who started the farm-garden area of the camp as one of the earlier Scarves, and took great joy in seeing something beautiful flourish in such destitute conditions. She was never seen without a smile and would have literally given you the cloak off her back without a second thought.

A few days before her 17th birthday, Foxriver approached her and explained carefully what was going to happen to her. It took several attempts, but when Ivy finally understood what was going on, she asked for a merciful death. She was a friend to all the Scarves, and there was hardly a dry eye when she was put to death. She requested her burial under the gardens where she could spend the rest of her time with her beloved plants and keep an eye on her friends.


"Fatty" Arbuckle
16 Years Old



Arbuckle is a 16-year old tinkerer who first joined the clan eleven months ago, when Neil's Harbour was still a derelict abandoned town. A scouting group had found him living quite comfortably near an abandoned vault, and it took quite a bit of convincing to get him to join the clan. Arbuckle is a maven when it comes to repairing and restoring artifacts from the ancient world. When he first arrived, Arbuckle was very fat, but in the year since he joined the Scarves, he has lost an astonishing amount of weight and has transformed into a handsome young man. Arbuckle builds clocks during his free-time, and many members of the clans have clocks of his design in their bedrooms. He is best friends with Beef, and is constantly trying to get him to lose weight. Arbuckle is the third oldest member of the clan, behind RiniDoll.


"Beef"
16 Years Old


Beef is a chubby young man who has been a member of the Scarves since they first settled in Neil's Harbour. Beef had been living in the abandoned town by himself for years before the Scarves showed up, and claims to know the northern reaches of Nova Scotia like the back of his hand. When Foxriver and the rest of the founding members of the clan arrived, he initially tried to fight against them, but eventually was convinced to join the clan himself. Beef is so named for his weight, but he is a surprisingly capable fighter and an even better scout. Beef claims to come from a long line of barbers and hairdressers, and often talks of the childhood he spent watching his father cut people's hair. Thus, whenever he is home from scouting missions, he moonlight's as the clan's go-to barber. He is the fourth oldest member of the clan behind Arbuckle.


"Queen Kong"
14 Years Old


Kong is a strange, scruffy girl who spends most of her time climbing trees, jumping from rooftops, and running along the streets as though she was being chased by an Older (and all with a smile on her face). She is a kindhearted girl, but with a strange animalistic spirit which makes her wild and unpredictable. Kong is oftentimes unable to sit still for long periods. Many in the clan think that she has some kind of behavioral/attention deficit disorder, and thus she doesn't have too many friends, most people considering her too much of a hassle to deal with. Three months past, Redding, one of the older boys in the clan, attempted to sexually abuse her, but Beef came to her rescue. Redding has since passed on, but Kong doesn't seem to quite understand the circumstances of her ordeal. Nevertheless, Beef has become her defacto protector, and now makes sure that she is fed and that she doesn't get herself into too much trouble. Beef has recently began taking her along on scouting trips, and has been teaching her everything he knows about the frontiers outside of town.


Glass
13 Years Old


Glass is a skinny boy without not much skill who joined the clan three months ago. He is a coward, but possesses a good heart and wishes to aid Foxriver and the clan in any way he can. Glass wants nothing more than to prove himself to his clan members, a difficult task as most of the clan members don't really seem to be aware of his existence. He currently serves under Rinidoll as watchmen on the wall that surrounds the town.


Silverware
Sixteen Years Old



Resident medic, butcher, and drunk. Silverware earned her name from not only the metal adorning her body, but also the kit of knives and implements she uses for butchery and suturing; most of them are modded versions of cutlery. She is heavily tattooed and uses her sister Motormouth's back as testers for some small designs she has in mind. Of concern is that she uses her lovely curves and sly looks to flirt to gain favours from the boys, especially the older boys. RiniDoll does like Silverware, however Rini hates when Silver has to resort to using her sexuality with the boys to get what she wants. Pony does finds Silver funny and entertaining but Chanteuse absolutely despises the tattooed, pierced drunkard and picks on Motormouth in retaliation. They even tell each other to keep Pony away from Motor and vice versa, but it is really only Shanni who means it. Regardless, Silver is fiercely protective of Motormouth, and so she sucks up to RiniDoll to watch their backs.

Bouquet is Silverware's on and off assistant, but has not hung around the Latina ever since she used Boo to teach her how to make liquor. Silver however loves when the Scarves hunt game and she is right up beside Scout helping butcher the animal. Silver is a nice girl and very friendly, however she may seem to try Foxriver's patience with her antics. There is, however, no doubting her usefulness to their clan and her staking of territory and loyalty. Silver always wears at least one article of clothing that is bright red.


Motormouth
12 Years Old


Resident messenger, token wall team girl, and gossip queen. Motormouth gets her name for having the fastest ear-destroying mouth in the Scarves. In fact, Chanteuse has created a 15 foot 'no-talking zone' between Motor and Pony since the girls will break eardrums with the speed and sound of their 'conversations.' Shanni will go so far as to physically remove either one if they encroach the zone. RiniDoll endorses this no-talking zone as do many other Scarves. Bouquet cannot stand listening to Motor and actually gets headaches even before the kid gets near her, so needless to say she will help Shanni remove Pony and Motor if they do encroach upon the no-talking zone. Dejected, the young Latina will usually bring her juicy gossip over to LabCoat when Consan is not around.

Motormouth is not too concerned about her sister's drinking problem, and actually, doesn't see it as a problem since Silver is always fawning over her; she actually enjoys getting inked or pierced by her older sister. Motor is one of the fastest Scarves even though only twelve years old. Motor is athletically built and cannot keep still. So as a result, she loves running with Queen Kong and actually pushes the other girl to run faster; Motor can keep talking while running. Easily. During combat training, Rini makes sure Motor is nowhere near the RiniBees. During crafts seems to be the only time the RiniBees all love Motormouth, even Shanni and Boo. Shan is a different girl during crafts, so she accepts everyone, but Boo loves Motor for being rather compliant and obedient during crafts... that and when she concentrates, that mouth is non-existent.


Heaven 'Spade' Jackson
13 Years Old



Spade is a happy girl, quick to laugh, and can almost always be found singing or humming under her breath. She loves the little ones, and isn't shy, though she lost her closest friend and mentor in the garden when Ivy died. The two shared a love of gardening and flowers and were able to find solace in each other's company. When Ivy died, Spade planted a new strawberry bush in her memory, and dotes on the thing constantly. She helps in the kitchen when she can, but usually spends her time in the garden, or watching the younger children. She has never been known not to laugh at one of North's jokes, though whether she actually thinks they're funny, or is just trying to be kind is unknown.

--- Misc Characters ---

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Filthy Person
Age Unknown



A young man kept chained to the soil within a hidden underground room in the ruined church at Neil's Harbour. He is shirtless, covered in filth, and has long, scragly black hair and a beard. Bug visits him regularly to bring him food, and also refers to him as his dad. No one else in the clan seems to know about the existence of this person.

RULES

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- No godmodding.
- This is the Advanced section, so I think everyone will appreciate at least a passable grasp on grammar and spelling.
- If you are to be absent for a while or plan to quit the RP altogether, please tell us on the OOC so we'll be prepared.
- Please pay attention to what other people write in order to maintain continuity and flow. If there are any errors or miscommunication, we'll discuss it in the OOC and go back and edit whatever needs fixing.
- Side-stories are welcome, as long as they are discussed in the OOC first.

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If anything is unclear or if you need further details about anything, don't hesitate to ask!

[/B] Thanks for reading and for taking interest!

[Clibanarius]

Name: Mark Cordell

Age: Sixteen.

Appearance: 5.9 feet in height, weighs 160 pounds, black hair and eyes, craggy features, square chin and high cheekbones, would be handsome except for the pockmarks (lack of modern acne medicine).

Skillset: Can hunt, knows first aid and what plants are medicinal and/or edible.

Personality: Friendly enough, but has no tolerance for stupidity and he can be pretty cold.

Background: Mark's Dad never talked much about his mother and while his Dad was a kind man, Mark learned quickly that there were some things you just didn't ask about, he grew up on the coast and spent his days skipping class, surfing, and helping his Dad on his Dad's fishing boat.

Then the catyclysms came, people screaming hopelessly while they withered in the flames was burned into his mind like the sun burned their skin, they were some of the lucky view to make it into a Vault, but poor conditions took their toll on his Dad's health and despite Mark's best efforts, his Father died in his arms.

Once Mark had buried his Father, he took his Dad's gear and a reflective coat and headed north and west, until he found a home with the Red Scarves.

Mark carries camping and survival gear in his pack (coat, snowpants, flint and steel, gloves, lantern, compass, firestarter, sleeping bag, dried meat and trail mix, canteens and some rope).

He also has his Father's hunting rifle, camp shovel and a Hatchet.

[Orthodox019]

Working on a Char Sheet at the moment but I had one quick question; what is the pace of the roleplay? I'm not sure I'll be able to pump out a quality and quantity filled post more then once or twice a day if that.

[Lovejoy]

Once or twice a day is fine.

[Chyoko]

I was waiting for the OOC to be up XD


Name: Consanguinity -- genetic relationship. Consanguineous individuals have at least one common ancestor in the preceding few generations. Goes by Consan.

Age: 15



Appearance: Consan has light crimson hair and startlingly green eyes. Her reflective cloak is a darker red, and she never takes it off, even when in doors. She is 5 foot 5 inches and weighs 132 pounds. She often has a startled look when interrupted in her work, and raises the hood of her cloak when talking to another person. She has an easy access blade on the outside of her cloak that’s as long as her forearm in case of an attack.

Personality: She is often referred to as a cold girl because of her extreme dedication to find a ‘Cure’ for the second cataclysm. Because of her many years of failed attempts to save mankind, she is often short when discussing anything besides science that can help her cause. The only time she seems slightly better is if she is talking with a friend, or someone is as close to becoming an Older as herself. The only time she is warm is when someone has suffered a horrible fate, worst than most. Occasionally when caught off guard one will hear her mumbling to herself, and only Foxriver knows who she's really talking to.

Background: Consan’s grandparents were some of the most revered scientists in the surviving vaults, teaching everything they knew to their children. Consan’s mother had an IQ of 180, while her father had an equally impressive IQ of 179. She even had a brother with an IQ of 175, so it was no surprise that it was determined that Consan had another stunning IQ of 185.

Because of the greatness of brain power their daughter had, her parents often gave her many lessons about genetic mutations learned from her parents, in the hope that she would be able to further the development of research about humanities ‘skin problem’. Luckily they lived on a small farm about a twenty-minute walk to the outskirts of a small fishing village, which allowed all the data and lab equipment to be saved after the outbreak. The full farm is barely contained within the wall being built around the village.

When the outbreak happened, her brother had come home that day in a panic, and soon he was mutating. She ran to her parents’ room as soon as he begged her for help, and to her surprise, found a gun. Even at the tender age of nine she knew the fundamentals of using the weapon. It took all the adrenaline she had to finally get up the courage to kill her brother. Her parents never came back. Because her house lived on the outskirts of the town, she never saw the flood of Older when they left to look for prey. With such an out of the way place, Consan was left alone for years, often without any human contact. That is until she met Annabelle.

She was one of the first Red Scarf’s and met Foxriver when she came to the village with a few others during one of their scavenges. However even with her brain, there was no way for Consan to recognize that her only friend for years, didn't exist. When Foxriver had tried to convince her that Annabelle wan't real, she got violent, almost driving a blade through her own thigh. Seeing that there was no saving her mental mind, Foxriver started the tradition of simply dropping it whenever they couldn't agree on something.

Soon they grew close and Foxriver often came to see how her research was doing. Consan was convinced to take on a few students so that with her rapidly approaching Older years coming there’d be more people to continue with the work being done. Though Foxriver was able to convince Consan to take on apprentices, she was unable to convincer her to have a child until her sixteenth year.

Foxriver only asked her once, and with good reason. Because of her high IQ Consan would be able to have smart children, which again, might be able to develop a ‘cure’. When she said no, Foxriver dropped the matter and didn’t breach the subject again. They continued their friendship like nothing had happened, because to both of them nothing had. After all, they couldn’t afford separations in their clan. Annabelle was still their whispering in the back of her mind, only making an appearance when she thought they were alone.

How is that? =]

[Lovejoy]

Clibanarius: I think you misread a lot of the information posted in the OOC. Humanity lived in the vaults for two hundred years, and have only recently been able to venture out into the surface in the last fifty. His father wouldn't have died from the sun's rays, as I think most people would have it ingrained into them that wearing reflective cloaks while outdoors is absolutely essential. Most parents mutated that day.

That being the case, you didn't write how Mark escaped his parents' mutation. You'll have to include all of that information in your CS.

Chyoko: I like your character, but you need to make a few changes.

- It would be impossible for her to kill three Older at age nine, even if she did have a gun. The Older are extremely hard to kill and apart from being highly, highly dangerous, they have ways of tracking human beings. I think they would have easily found her hiding in her parents' room. You'll have to find another way for her to have escaped.

- As mentioned before, humans left the vaults around fifty years ago. So her grandparents would've been the vault dwellers, and they would've been the ones to pass down their knowledge to her parents and so forth.

- Could you include more detail on where exactly she is from and where her family's farm was located? Is she American, ect?

- This is just for details' sake, but I think being an 165 pound girl in a time when most kids are killing each other for food and supplies is a bit unrealistic. Could you slim her down a bit? I'm not saying she needs to be malnourished, but kids who are at a healthy weight are very rare in this world.

- Lastly, I don't think Foxriver would ever try to convince anyone to have kids if they didn't want to.

[Orthodox019]

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(If there are any issues with my application please let me know, I can easily fix them.

[Lovejoy]

That character is perfect, Orthodox. Really good stuff, and so organized too!

[Orthodox019]

Thank you so much! Means a lot, this is my first advanced roleplay and really wanted to give it my all. Thank you.

[Chyoko]

I think I fixed it, is it okay?