[OOC] This War of Mine: In War Not Everyone is a Soldier (Civillians surviving a modern warzone RP)

[Fallen Muse]

This War of Mine


This Story is completely fictional, and simply based on a time of strife and darkness in South Africa. Any resemblances to actual people, or events are simply coincidence. The city this takes place in is completely fictitious.

It was 1994, though I remember it like it was yesterday. Apartheid had been over, but some were still upset about it. No one thought it would ever erupt like this, though. Some men and women had grown fed up with the government; they wanted Apartheid reinstated, and they’d do anything to do it. Thousands of people just rose up one day, with rifles and artillery that they had slowly acquired since the end of Apartheid. It was chaos for the first month that they took over the city, as they executed anyone who stood up to them, or simply because they felt like it. The citizens of the city retreated from the streets during the day, to escape the scorn of the rebels who had taken over. They only moved at night, attempting to take what they could without being shot. Then, the South African Army came with their artillery, missiles, tanks, and automatic weapons, but they were disorganized, ill trained, and unable to truly take the city and wipe the rebels out quickly.

Shells dropped from the sky, blowing craters into the streets, holes into houses, and the power went out in many places. The city was under attack once again; the South African Army had come to free them...hopefully. But freedom was a long way off, and who was to know it would take a whole year for the siege to break, the rebels to finally be wiped from our city, and for us to rebuild. During this year, it was hell in our city, as neighbors fought each other for food, and soldiers committed grave acts against both men and women, breaking them. Hundreds committed suicide, simply to escape the agony of living in this place. Stepping outside during the day was like signing your own death warrant, or worse.

You thought you found a place of relative safety, a place where you and others worked together to survive through this hell that surrounded you. Day by day, scavenging and scraping by, you worked not to die in this pit of despair. Did you though? Did you survive? Or did you succumb to the dangers that beset you with every waking and sleeping breath?

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This RP is set in a city in South Africa shortly after the end of Apartheid in 1994, and lasting into 1995. Your goal is to survive the rebel onslaught of your city until the South African Army beats the rebels away. Your characters will be people who lived in the city before the rebel attacks and are mostly ordinary citizens. You have all found each other after flocking to a large house that was mostly abandoned. Though it is shelled a bit and some of the walls are blasted out, the door can still lock, most of the rooms are intact, and the structure is stable. Some tables are still in place, there even still seems to be a generator in the basement, and a bench with some simple tools left behind.You have all chosen to stay in this place, maybe for a feeling of comradery, protection, or simply because you have nowhere else to go. You are here now, here to survive.

This roleplay delves into disturbing issues of morality; this is a serious roleplay. There will be insinuations of horrible things having happened or happening. If you cannot be an adult and take these things maturely and seriously please don’t bother to apply. This roleplay is not for the faint of heart.

Rules

1.Maturity is a must. I put this on here first, because I feel it is the most important. If you can’t take this roleplay seriously then you don’t need to be here.

2.This is my roleplay; it’s my baby. I’ve thought very long and worked very hard on this. I have set it up a certain way and I am not going to change it on a whim for you. What I say goes in this RP. Please respect that.

3. Respect each other, this shouldn’t really have to be said, but I’m gonna say it.

4. While this RP is dark and mature, delving into targets not normally delved into, it goes without saying to not break the rules of the site while roleplaying this RP. FTBs and vague insinuations will do without bringing sexual roleplaying and such into the RP.

5. This is a high casual/low advanced RP, therefore posts need to be of a decent quality. A two paragraph minimum per post will be expected.

6. No Gary Sues/Mary Sues. No character is perfect. No former military characters; I want this to be average Joes and Janes. I’d really rather not have police officers, but one may happen.

7. Any items to be found during the course of the RP will be put forward by me and decided by your character whether or not you take it. It’s the easiest way for me to make sure no one is just getting anything they want.

Locations and Items

The Shelter: The place where you all live; the place that you call home during the terrible times. It is complete with a workbench and 8 rooms: foyer, basement, bathroom, three upstairs bedrooms, two downstairs bedrooms, and an enclosed patio. It has holes blown through the walls of the foyer and one of the upstairs bedrooms. All of the windows are blown out and it has a generator in the basement, though it require gasoline to run, gasoline that is scarce.

Shelled out Cottage: Only a few blocks away from the Shelter, this place seems to have been hit hard by mortars. Though the family stayed behind, looters have already come by the place, leaving no survivors, but surely they left something of use behind.
Risk: Low
Scavenge: Some Food, Lots of Parts, Lots of Wood, Some Weapons.

Half Burnt Convenience Store: Partially burnt by a fire during the beginning of the occupation, this store seems to have been fairly left alone, most people thinking it to be empty due to the fire and minor looting, who knows though.
Risk: Low
Scavenge: Lots of Food, Some Parts, Low Wood, No Weapons.

Abandoned Office Building: A couple blocks away from the Shelter, theres a many floor-ed building that used to be the local headquarters for a few businesses but now is completely abandoned. If you feel like the climb is worth the effort you might be able to scavenge some useful scraps from the building. Don’t forget you’ll have to tow it all back down.
Risk: Low
Scavenge: Books, Mechanical Parts, Misc Building Materials, Wood[*]

[*]Lived in Library: Down the street and then up again, once the shining source for information, this building has been taken over by squatters with no where else to go since the beginning of the war. They don’t really have anything to share, but there are books, paper, and probably some wood that could be of use.
Risk: Medium
Scavenge: Huge Amounts of Books, Some Wood, No Weapons, No Food.

Live Shell Outlet Mall: It might have used to be the place you visited on the weekends or maybe you even had a part-time job there at one point or another, but now it’s the home to a bomb that did not detonate when it landed. Instead it lies in the middle of a clothing store, probably full of clothes and useful items because nobody wants to venture that close to a bomb that could blow at any minute, except maybe you.
Risk: Medium
Scavenge: Lots of clothes, Some Backpacks, Blankets, Pillows, Boots, Jackets, Pots/Pans, Candles, Books

War Torn Police Station: Once a place of justice, it has been torn apart during the war. Some rebels still reside there and it is a dangerous place though it has much to offer in the way of weapons and ammunition. Going there is almost suicidal and stealing anything a death wish, though it is not impossible.
Risk: High
Scavenge: Huge Amounts of Weapons and Munitions.

Fortified Electronics Store: When everything went down some raiders took refuge in this place due to its heavy plexiglass windows, multiple rooms, and abundance of electronics. They seem to be well protected, using their weapons to hold it as a base while they move around at night to raid people’s homes and such.
Risk: Very High
Scavenge: Huge Amounts of Weapons,Huge Amounts of Electrical Parts, Some Food, Some Misc Items.

Buildable/Scavengeable Items

Scavengable Items

Ammunition

Assault Rifles

Backpacks

Bandages

Batteries

Binoculars

Blankets

Books

Broken Assault Rifles

Broken Musical Instruments

Broken Shotgun

Boots

Candles

Candy

Canned Foods

Cigarettes

Clean Water

Clothes

Coffee

Cords

Damaged Helmets

Damaged Vest

Dry Foods

Duct Tape

Electrical Parts

Electrical Wire

Fertilizer

Filters

Fire Axe

Fire Extinguisher

First Aid Kit

Flashlight

Fuel

Gasoline

Gun Powder

Handcuffs

Heat Lamp

Helmet

Herbs

Jackets

Knives

Lighters

Machete

Maps

Mechanical Parts

Medical Kit

Medicines

Military Vest

Misc Building Materials

Mixers

Moonshine

Mortar and Pestle

Pillows

Pistols

Police Batons

Pots/Pans

Pure Alcohol

Raw Food

Rope

Salt

Scoped Assault Rifle

Shell Casings

Shotgun

Sleeping Bags

Spices

Sugar

Tools

Vegetables

Weapon Parts

Wood

Zip-Ties

Workbench : Already Built

Armchair: Building Materials, Wood

Bed: Building Materials, Wood

Guitar: Building Materials, Wood, Broken Musical Instrument

Simple Heater, Building Materials, Wood

Radio: Building Materials, Electrical Parts

Reinforced Doors: Building Materials, Wood

Boarded Up Shelter: Building Materials, Wood

Crude Stove: Building Materials, Pots/Pans, Wood

Cooked Meat: Raw Food, Fuel

Cooked Meal: Raw Food, Vegetables, Fuel

Clean Water: Snow/Water, Filter, Fuel

Metal Workshop: Building Materials, Wood, Mechanical Parts, Tools

Saw Blades: Weapon parts, Building materials

Crowbar: Building Materials

Hatchet: Weapon parts, Wood, Building materials

Lockpick: Building Materials

Shovel: Wood, Building Materials

Knife: Wood, Weapon Parts, Building materials

Assault Rifle: Weapon parts, Broken assault rifle

Pistol: Weapon parts, Broken Pistol

Shotgun: Weapon Parts, Broken Shotgun

Ammunition: Components, Gunpowder, Shell Casings

Helmet: Building materials, Broken Helmet

Military vest: Building materials, Broken Military Vest

Garden: Wood, Building Materials

Fertilizer: Waste(Human, food, animal, otherwise)

Vegetables: Clean Water, Fertilizer

Herbs: Clean Water, Fertilizer

Herbal Workbench: Wood, Building Materials, Mortar Pesta

Bandages: Clothes/Blankets/Pillows, Pure Alcohol

Herbal meds: Herbs, Pure Alcohol

Distillery: Wood, Building Materials

Moonshine: Sugar, Clean Water, Fuel

Pure Alcohol: Moonshine, Filter, Fuel

Animal Trap: Raw Meat/fertilizer/canned food, building materials, wood

CS Skeleton

Name:
Age:
Gender:

Appearance: (Pictures only if of real people, no cartoon or anime. Descriptions are fine as well though I want them in detail of at least two paragraphs.)
Height:
Weight:
Build:
Current Attire:

(These states will change depending on what happens throughout the RP)
Current Health: (Healthy, Injured, Sick, dying, wounded etc)
Current Mental State: (Depressed, Broken, Content etc)
Current Emotional State: (Happy, Sad, Angry etc)

Personality:
Positive Traits: (you cannot have more positive than negative)
Negative Traits:(You must have at least one negative trait)

Specialty Traits: (Only two.)

History: (At least two paragraphs)

Current Equipment: (You are limited to one weapon which will need explanation as to how you got it in your history. (no firearms), also do not overdo it with your equipment otherwise it would be pointless to scavenge. I’ll go ahead and allow people to have a backpack if they want one. )

Specialty Trait Examples
Good Cook, Fast Runner, Experienced Barterer, Good Scavenger, Very Strong, No Morals.

Positive Trait Examples
Strong Will, Intelligent, Quick Witted, Resourceful, Caring

Negative Trait Examples
Smoker (Addiction), Racist (Bigot), Depressed, Sick, Permanent Injury (Limp)

[AncientCrusader]

Character Sheet

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Name: Luit Nicolaas
Age: 62
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Luit is a rather small man, coming in at around 5'6, and carries a small frame. His hair, though usually trimmed to perfection, has become unkempt and bushy; like a pale, well worn mop. His eyes are of a pale blue, and are framed by a pair of black rimmed glasses. A keen eyed observer will notice that his upper left ear is missing a chunk - as if someone, or something, bit him there some years ago.

His face is a war zone of pock marks, grey stubble and spider veins. A nose, disjointed at the base so that it trails off to the left slightly, is perhaps his flagship facial feature. Though, despite his perhaps ugly appearance, Luit has with him a warm and full smile that has weathered the ages far better than everything else his appearance can boast of. Although, when Luit does smile, his face ages by another decade due to the wrinkles that are formed.

If his Dutch name wasn't a giveaway, Luit is a white man. In his youth, he was considered a handsome Boer ; in his old age, not so much.

As the Vicar to one of many Anglican Churches of the city, (St. Francis Church), Luit wears a double breasted cassock with a black full collar shirt and white clerical collar underneath.

His shoes are ordinary black leather and smart looking, though they've lost their gleam over the last few days.

Current Health: Injured (recovering from treated shrapnel wound to left side of chest)
Current Mental State: Depressed
Current Emotional State: Angry

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Personality

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Temperament:

Luit is a man of action, and is not one for standing around waiting for God to come to him. He's happiest when he's doing something, and dreads sitting or laying down unless it's time for sleep. He is rather quick to anger, but this anger is almost never seen... perhaps owing to his religious beliefs. If he finds himself in a situation that has him seeing red, then he'll more than likely turn around and walk the other way - or block the offending individual from his consciousness.

He is always eager to help others; again, his religion probably plays a key part of this mentality. Often he has found himself in trouble, having given away the last of his food rations to a more needy individual than himself.

Luit's warm smile is the cornerstone to any social interaction. Whether preaching to the masses from a church altar, or talking an angry young man out of running him through with a crowbar, the smile is always there.

Positive Traits:

Negotiator - This man brings a bible to a knife fight. Not to say he always wins!

Priest - No one would shoot a Man of God. Would they?

Negative Traits:

Old - Physically weaker than his younger countrymen, and his immune system isn't what it used to be.

Thou Shalt Not Kill - Has a deep aversion to violence. Do not count on him to back you up in a fight, and do not count on him to put up a fight if you attack him.

Speciality Traits:

Man of God - Will seek comfort in his beliefs in times of need, and will not become suicidal or broken.

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History

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Luit Nicolaas is an orphan, given to the Anglican Church before his brain was capable of recording memories. He was brought up in a relatively lax and caring facility, where he and other orphans were tended to by the kind but often stern hands of nuns, and the complexing words of priests. With God being the only thing the young Luit really knew, thanks to what some would consider his slightly suffocating religious environment, it was perhaps natural that he pursued work in the Anglican clergy when he came of age.

Always, Luit tried to be one of Christ's true followers. Racism was not an issue for him, though it perplexed him that many priests from several Christian denominations, including his own, made such a thing an issue. Such blind hatred for your fellow man, because his skin colour did not match yours, angered Luit to the point where he turned his back on the etsablished "White Only" institutions, and made a humble attempt to connect with South Africa's black community. Though he initially struggled to gain acceptance, it was through determined charity work that he was finally able to gain the love and understanding of those he sought to help.

After Apartheid formally ended, Luit was successful in petitioning the Anglican Communion for the funds required to build himself a modest church in the centre of the city.

During the first service, which was a rather racially diverse affair, a group of armed men burst into the church and fired into the congregation with assault rifles. St. Francis Church never held its second service after that, because by the time the victims' bodies were lowered into the ground, the rebels had swept through the city in force.

St. Francis Church became a refugee centre of sorts in the first days, but (what is suspected to be) a Government war plane hit the structure and levelled it, killing a hundred men, women and children, and leaving scores more injured. Luit survived the massacre, but has been haunted by it ever since. He now stumbles through the war zone looking for reason behind the madness; he questions God on a daily basis, but in doing so, draws closer to him by aiding anyone he can.

Current Equipment: St. John's Bible.

EDIT: Somehow missed out the actual personality criteria. I've replaced it with "Temperament".

[PrincessOfMyBedroom]

Name: Nobody knows for certain what his real name is. Everybody just calls him Kiki, a play on the Japanese word meaning monkey.
Age: About 19
Gender: Male

Appearance: Kiki has thick, somewhat fluffy, brown hair that reaches his chin and is usually worn loose and wild. His eyes are round shaped, large, and blue-gray in color. He has fair skin that doesn't have much in the way of permanent markings. Lots of dirt and bruises, but only one scar. If you can call it just a single scar. A mess of what appear to be knife marks criss cross his throat, its such a jumbled mess that you can't tell where one line begins and another ends.

He possess long, lanky limbs and fingers. The skin on his hands and feet is rough and calloused. He's small for his age and slight of build, with a baby like face that makes him look more like he's just become a teenager than a young adult. He has average white teeth that are mostly straight, but not perfect, there's a small chip missing out of one his front ones, but its so small that most people don't notice it.
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 107lbs
Build: Very very skinny, to the point that people think he's unhealthly, but he isn't.
Current Attire: Denim jeans that hang on his hips and scrap against the ground because he's too short for them, a black tank top that is tucked into his pants over which is a thin, long sleeved, dark green, button up shirt that is usually left unbuttoned. There's a simple black belt that holds his pants up and what appears to be a red checkered bandana wrapped around his upper left arm. Like usual he is barefooted.

Current Health: Healthy

Current Mental State: Curious and confused

Current Emotional State: Scared

Personality: Kiki is expressive, one can always tell what his mood is by simply looking on his face. He has to be considering the fact that he can't talk. He's curious, so curious that it sometimes outweighs caution. He tends to act before he thinks, getting him into some trouble. He's always positive and always smiling, his smile tends to be contagious to other people. He isn't super trusting of other people, but once does trust somebody he's as loyal as a dog. He has about as much energy and patience as a puppy though, as in, not much at all.
Positive Traits: Strong willed, hard worker, always smiling, expressive.
Negative Traits: Mute due to injury, overly curious, accident prone unless he's climbing, stubborn, easily frightened, reckless.

Specialty Traits: Excellent climber. Near perfect balance.

History: It is obvious by looking at Kiki, or Matthew Turner as his name really is, that he wasn't born in South Africa. Though he hasn't told anybody, and it would be impossible to know without hearing his voice, he's originally from England. He began growing up as a normal boy with a love of climbing things and learning. But that soon changed. It was a typical day in second grade, his class had just come in from eating lunch outside. That's when the man dressed in black came in. In an instant everything went to hell. The man killed their teacher and four students before anybody could stop them. Along with giving light injuries to six others, and seriously wounding two. One of which was Kiki.

Kiki spent an agonizing year in the hospital recovering. During that time he learned three very important things. The first was that he would never be able to speak again. The second was Sign Language. And the third was that man had done it because the teacher was an
ex-girlfriend and he wasn't entirely right in the head. The blade the man used was kept as evidence until the trials were over and he was sentenced to death. Then Kiki requested it so he could remember what had happened to him. They let him have it and he's always carried it around with him since them.

Once he recovered, his parents, who felt guilty that the whole thing had happened and didn't want to have to look at their mangled son, shipped the boy off to South Africa to go live with some relatives who were missionaries. Not much changed growing up after that. He still climbed, he still learned, he still matured. He was just a little lonelier without his parents or friends.

Current Equipment: A small backpack that contains a notebook and a pen so that he can communicate with people who don't know sign language, a half full pocket sized lighter, and a reuseable water bottle that's just been refilled. He also has with him a dagger that he's kept since he was in grade school. It just so happens to be the one that took his voice.

[Unlucky0013]

Name: Mr. Charlie Westcott
Age: 44
Gender: Male

Appearance: A white man from the US. Charlie has grayish-blonde hair short enough to keep it above his ears and forehead. He was born with deep sapphire-blue eyes that, now he is starting to age, have began to fade into a duller sky-blue. His face and skin is relatively free of any blemish; though his skin has become a little dryer and darker over the years while in Africa. His teeth are white, but not perfect, and despite his use of chap-stick, his lips stay relatively chapped.

His attire consists of nothing but jeans, a simple collared shirt,a leather jacket, and high quality shoes that were made to be walked in day after day. His style ceases to change regardless of the weather or occasion, although he did own a suit for those special meeting with those he respected. His fingers, arms and legs are double jointed, though his thumbs are the only thing he abuses to show off to the little kids.

Height: 6'2
Weight: 154lbs
Build: thin, but not disgustingly. He has a small belly to show that his metabolism has gone down in his age.
Current Attire: Jeans, shirt, leather jacket, tennis shoes. Although his jacket is deeply faded and has a hole or two on the inside and around the pockets. His shoes are also worn, but they still are in great shape considering.

(These states will change depending on what happens throughout the RP)
Current Health: Healthy
Current Mental State: Broken consciousness, but otherwise intact
Current Emotional State: Non-existent, on the verge of a meltdown.

Personality:_________
Positive Traits: Intelligent, Caring
Negative Traits: Non-responsive, Easily convinced, Shy, Insane (the repetitive kind, not the crazy kind)

Specialty Traits: Good scavenger, no morals

History: Born and raised in 50's America. A product of Maine, Race or color never became a big deal for him and his family. That said, his community was predominantly white and unaffected by worldly concerns. Charlie was always a quiet child, leading him to few friends, but always busy outside playing in the woods or fields. It wasn't until he entered high school that his education became important to him. It was there he found his love of math and astrology.

He soon went into college with a major in astrology, but ended up failing out. Still determined to get a decent education, he then switched over to get a teaching degree for mathematics. He started first teaching at local grade schools, but then moved to the state college to become a professor. Charlie never married, leaving him bored and longing more, so on a spur of the moment decision, he left to go teach kids in Africa. It has been about four years since he moved before this tragic time had befallen him and his community.

Current Equipment: His leather work briefcase, a calculator, plenty of paper, 4 black pens, one red pen, and some candy mints.

[Fallen Muse]

So far so approved.

[Fallen Muse]

come on let's see those Cses peeps

[Fallen Muse]

Well this beginning to be a bit discouraging.

[PrincessOfMyBedroom]

I'm still here and interested ^ ^

[Rina]

Sorry about the delay. With finals and moving home I've been busy the past few days but I have some time now to finish things up. I'll have it up within the next few hours.

[Rina]

Sorry about the delay. I hope adding in a few words in Chichewa here and there will be fine with you (don't worry translations will be provided) as well as a child NPC (but feel free to have him become sick, maimed or even killed as things progress)

Name: Alile Williams
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Height: 5’ 7”
Weight: 135
Build: With a decent medium build, the muscles she built during her time spent in Malawi hasn’t gone away.
Current Attire: Alile has on a simple dark blue cotton skirt, a pink t-shirt and a pair of simple flats. She wears a simple silver band for a wedding ring and a white head covering.

Current Health: Healthy
Current Mental State: Forcing herself to stay stable for child’s sake
Current Emotional State: Worried about her husband who was separated from her

Personality: Being someone that likes to hear her own voice, Alile can be quite a chatty person and is open in making a new. She is quite caring to those in need especially when it comes to children and the elderly. However even with these traits Alile is far from being a pushover. She can be quite hardheaded at times, even if the point she is making is wrong.

Positive Traits: Strong-willed, Motherly towards those younger than herself
Negative Traits: Doesn’t understand English idioms and sarcasm, Wary of white people, Stubborn

Specialty Traits: Good cook, Multilingual (fluent in English, Afrikaans (one of the two official language in South Africa) and Chichewa (language in Malawi))

History: Even as a young child Alile could remember the Mzungus (white people) coming to her village in Malawi with stories about a man living in the sky and would often come to help the villagers. Although as a child she didn’t exactly understand the importance of this god-man that had magical abilities to come back to life and was born without a man, she knew and understood who the Mzungus were. Hailing from a place where everyone was rich and happy and where death and AIDs wasn’t as prominent, Alile knew she wanted to go to the magical place called America or England.

It was due to this deep admiration of the Mzungus that she first met Peter. Three years older than herself, Peter moved to Malawi with his parents who worked on opening a clinic to provide service to those in and near the town. Although Alile was often busy caring for her younger siblings (her being the oldest child out of five) and Peter assisting in the clinic, the two took care in making sure to see each other whenever they were free as the two became close friends. Besides the month of December while Peter and his family returned to England to visit relatives, the two pretty much grew up together through their childhood and part of their teen years until Peter went back to England the December before going to college and stayed there.

As the months went by Alile waited patiently for Peter to return but after months turned into years of not hearing a word from Peter, the idea of him returning and the life they planned to have together started to fade away as she turned her attention towards what she would do with the rest of her life. Often working alongside Peter’s parents, Alile spent her time caring for the children in the orphanage.

However one day a rumor started to spread that a new Muzungu came to the village and was staying at the William’s clinic. Curious in seeing if this was another one of Peter’s relative Alile went to investigate but was surprised to see that it was Peter himself returning after he finished college and a few years of work in England. After six years of not seeing each other, the two started off on a rocky start but soon the friendship they once had returned which quickly followed by the two falling in love and marrying about a year after he returned. They lived in Malawi with both helping in the orphanage as well as the clinic while Peter worked as a freelancer and would send articles worldwide about the country. This job was what brought the Williams to South Africa. With the end of Apartheid quickly approaching people were interested in hearing more of what was happening and so Peter, Alile and their three year old son Jack (named after Peter’s father). However even though the Apartheid was over legally by the time the three arrive in South Africa, it was far from over concerning the citizens. Being a black person was difficult and even more so being married to a white person and living in an area with a higher concentration of white citizens. Although she didn’t achieve her dreams of leaving Africa, her childhood dreams were shattered as she saw how some the Muzungus treated her but for the sake of her husband’s job and her unwillingness to return back to Malawi with her tail tucked under her she has been enduring.

Current Equipment: A small satchel, child sized water bottle (half used), a few used crayons

[Fallen Muse]

APPROVED! A few more people and I'll get this beast started. If everyone is still around.

[PrincessOfMyBedroom]

I'm still here :)

[Dapper Amaroq]

Lewis Crowley: IN DEVELOPMENT

Name: Lewis Crowley
Age: 38
Gender: male

Appearance:
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 110lbs
Build: medium
Current Attire: Lewis is wearing a jacket riddled with holes, a white t-shirt, jeans, and worn out boots.

(These states will change depending on what happens throughout the RP)
Current Health: Healthy
Current Mental State: Broken
Current Emotional State: sad

Personality: Lewis would be sorely out of place in the middle of a battlefield. He's more the type of person you would see handling your taxes while he complained under his breath about how stupid you were. He 's you're typical silent smart guy that seems to hate everyone. He's really not all that bad, he just keeps to himself.
Positive Traits:
- He can keep track of multiple trains of thought at a time.
Negative Traits:
- Teamwork escapes him, and he has a hard time trusting others to do most anything.

Specialty Traits: He's pretty knowledgeable about using normal house-hold items

History: (At least two paragraphs)

Current Equipment: (You are limited to one weapon which will need explanation as to how you got it in your history. (no firearms), also do not overdo it with your equipment otherwise it would be pointless to scavenge. I’ll go ahead and allow people to have a backpack if they want one. )

[Monotonous]

I'll have mine up today.

[Monotonous]

Character Sheet.

Name:Nku Nkosi
Age:23
Gender:Male
Appearance:
Nku is around average size, standing a few inches below 6 feet (5' 9"). His build was that of a swimmer, sinewy but slim. After the rebellion, Nku became more skeletal; he has and is visibly becoming weaker. His general demeanor gives off a sense of disinterest. Slouching and making himself appear shorter than he actually is. His facial expression almost never displays how he feels, not frowning or smiling usually. Just a slightly negative and detached look.

Nku used to have his hair cut as close to the skull as possible before being considered bald, it is now slightly longer and curlier due to the fact he has been unable to find a pair of scissors nowadays. He has black eyes and equally dark rings circling his eyes due to lack of sleep. He is black and has smooth skin that his friends used to joke about, saying he has the skin of a baby. If babies usually have gashes in their thigh perhaps. One of the few blemishes on his skin is an injury he got while running through a destroyed building at night. Besides the wound on his leg he also has a few bruises scattered all over his body. Most if not all of these blemishes he got during and after the rebellion.
Nowadays he never changes his attire. Torn and dirt-stained jeans conceal the wound on his leg. A monochromatic t shirt covers his upper body and filthy beaten up sneakers support his feet. His main article of clothing is the one piece that was shitty before the rebellion: A dark brown over coat, filled with holes and just in general a poor quality coat. Despite its flaws Nku holds it dear, it being his father's.

Current Health: Healthy... excluding the potential of infection due to his only partially healed injury.
Current Mental State: A bit off but sane.
Current Emotional State:Pissed.
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Personality:
At his core, Nku is a spiteful and bitter person. His hate directed towards this world and all that has happened. He holds heavy disdain towards the rebels who made everything he knows even worse and the order that the rebels used to run. All if not majority of the men that ruled in the hierarchy he despised were white. This has led him to associate white people with negative things in general. While capable of interacting peacefully, he currently could not see himself ever truly befriending a white man. Along with being a racist he is also a sadist. Instead of sleeping he fantasizes about butchering rebels. If he ever had the chance in reality and a rebel was vulnerable, he would gladly kill them. Despite being a somewhat unfriendly character he can make jokes sometimes. Most of all, he dislikes being powerless. He must feel he has some kind of control in a situation.
Positive Traits:•Uhhh... He can fight for the group... •Humorous sometimes. •Loyal
Negative Traits:•Racist •Hateful •Sadistic •Uncaring about others morals and opinions most of the time
Specialty Traits: Physically adequate. Uncaring towards anyone outside of his group.

History:Nku was born and raised in South Africa. He lived his childhood in a poor but happy home: he was sometimes fed and his family cared for him. Nku was told and taught by his father to be wary of any white man. To dislike them and to hold men that shared the same skin color as him above any white man. He still holds these racist beliefs and with all that has happened, they probably won't vanish any time soon. Along with his beliefs, Nku inherited an old hand me down from him: an old beaten up coat that has been passed down for quite awhile.

With his father's coat and views, he eventually moved out into a tiny broken abandoned building. Only a few days afterward, the rebellion happened. Nku ran out of his house the moment he heard the gathering of people. Trying to get out as fast as possible, he scraped his leg against a propped up piece of wood and just continued to leave. He left with what was in the coat and nothing else and tried to make his way to his childhood home. The quickest way being through the city, Nku sprinted not knowing what his decision of trying to take the quick way would do.
Current Equipment:A few coins in his father's pocket. Broken pencil also found in his father's pockets. Some crumbs and a small pocket knife.

[Unlucky0013]

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