[OOC] Dehumanized

[Penguin]

Sorry to hear you guys are pulling out! You're welcome back any time !

[Drake Baku]

no reply to the I weakened the resictance thing a lot (mainly has its uses against poison and small scale effects now, as for the small scale effects, they no longer ignore and give the blow the next day, nope, now it effects him right away, his body can just stand it a little better, like electrical charges wont burn his skin, but he will still feel the pain and wont be able to move, only exception to the moving bit is when he has something important enough to will himself to move, but seeing his personality there wont exist anything like that for now, maybe if he gets a girlfriend, but yeah, no motivation to push himself means he will be fully effected like normal, though with a slight physical resist for his health)

sorry if this is a bad post, my brain is exhausted today, too much bad stuff
on that note, my phone died so I will be less active on the guild as well (tended to check up on the guild using my phone often and posted OOC and small IC posts, now I am bound to my laptop only, which is nearly always at home (exception is my parents place))

[Penguin]

Quiet few days huh ?

[Serum]

I'd have posted but I thought it best to wait a few more people before going IC again.

[Connormon99w]

(I'll have to be offline for a while, I'll be back soon.)

[Komo]

@Serum

Hi Serum, I have made the post to meet you. :)

[Serum]

All right, cool, thanks! I'll see if I can get a post up tomorrow, though I make no promises. Father's Day and all. Is there any particular way you'd like to handle it, by the way? I know James is gonna be kinda groggy and hurting from hitting the ground, but he's probably gonna invite you back to his apartment anyway. Offer some food and all. Maybe a place to spend the night. He has an actual bed.

[Komo]

@Serum

Sounds great. She has been on the run for a long time. Someplace comfortable would be great.
Enjoy your Father's Day!

[Serum]

@Symphoni Thanks! I found the time to write up a short post. I wasn't sure how far away you were supposed to be at the beginning of that, so I have you, like, three to five minutes to get here.

[Cosmos]

Extremely sorry, had family stuff for a while so haven't posted at all - i'll try to jump in today.

[Xilaw]

Sort of waiting for more people to contribute before endeavoring into writing another post that may or may not be a waste of time looking at how slow things are going. Just leaving this here in case others are discouraged from writing for the same reason. I'm still here to Roleplay.

[Xilaw]

EDIT: Double post.

[RomanAria]

This looks interesting and the status is still on Apply... Is it open still? I have a couple of characters that would be interesting to play in something like this.

[Metronome]

Name: Dog
Age: Early twenties
Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Weapons: A couple knives, made from bone and crudely constructed metal.

Skills: Dog is resourceful is nothing else. Tough, durable, maybe not the smartest, but clever in his own way. He can effectively communicate with his canine companions. With humans, however? Not so much.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: He has developed an appetite for raw meat, which no longer seems to have any ill effect on him. His teeth are a bit too sharp, and his fingernails are hard and pointed, almost like claws.

Appearance: Scruffy, dirty, and wild eyed. Dog is a sight for sore eyes. If one saw him, hobbling alone on all fours, covered in mud and finger paint, they probably wouldn't peg him for a human right away. His hair is long, brown, and matted. Eyes are brown and wild. One can't really tell what color his skin is under his dirt, but he is a caucasian man.

Brief Personality: Not quite all there, Dog is practically feral. He's long forgotten human social cues and adopted those of his canine family. He can 'speak' with them rather fluently, and holds a position of a dominant leader in their ranks. That said, he likes the idea of being in control. But really, the only reason he's so keen on leadership is so that his canine companions don't realize that they could easily tear him apart if they really tried.

Alone or with someone?: Alone, as far as human company goes. With his canines.

Background: Dog was raised by human parents, who, after thing began to look nasty in the world, went into an underground shelter to live. His father would go out and hunt for food. His mother gardened. They lived independently of government and laws. However, once the fallout began, it didn't take long for people to beging looting.

Sooner or later, the bunker was found. Dog's parents fought to keep it safe, but ultimately lost. Dog, only a young child at the time, managed to wobble off with the family pet: a shaggy mutt. Instinctively, the dog found a pack to live with. It consisted of other pets that had wandered off, wolves, and a few hybrids that looked like they could have escaped a zoo. It was a very interesting new family.

Eventually, Dog's dog died, but he remained in the pack that he had been introduced to. He didn't remember much about human language at this point, although he knew basic bits and pieces. He didn't even remember his own name, hence why he renamed himself for what he figured he was, a dog.

Dog has since been roaming the forests and ruined cities with his companions, whom there are about 10 of. He's since claimed the rank of leader, being sure to let the other canine know that he shouldn't be trifled with. In reality, if the dogs really wanted to, they could easily kill him. But they all seem pretty fond of him.

[Serum]

So I'll be honest: Steam summer sale happened and I spent all day playing games. I'll probably try to get a post up tomorrow, but I may end up being busy.
With actual reasons this time. Not video games.

Maybe some video games.

[RomanAria]

Okay, well. I made my characters. Might as well.

Ellie

Name: Elissa “Ellie” Rivers

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Nomadic or sedentary: Currently nomadic, prefers to be sedentary.

Weapons: a whole boxful of her male caretaker’s shurikens. (See background) Also a slingshot.

Skills: She’s unexpectedly good at throwing those shurikens and managing to retrieve them. Also she’s a decent cook, having been the sole one providing food for herself and her sister for the last six years. She’s also quite good at first-aid.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: None

Appearance: Ellie stands about 5’2” and weighs about 100 pounds, with a too-thin, once athletic build. She has earlobe length chocolate brown hair and alert green eyes, and tan skin and freckles across a stubborn nose and high cheekbones. Usually she wears ragged tank-tops and tee-shirts over leggings or jeans and sneakers.

Brief Personality: Ellie’s had to grow up too fast, being her sister’s only caretaker. To describe her in a word would be “broken”. She’s watched everyone she loves get hurt or killed by the cruelty of this world they live in, and she’s fairly jaded as a result. She’s quite intelligent and quick-thinking; she’s had to be, to survive.

Background(Please reveal your current location): Ellie was born in the year 2024. Her parents lived in a fortress called Haven, a fortified town that no one could come into. For the first eight years of her life, she lived in some semblance of normalcy, going to a daycare and rudimentary elementary school while her mom and dad went out fighting bandit groups. Anna was born when she was six and a half. Just two years after that, the walled town was burned by a bandit group. Ellie had been left in charge of Anna and had gone on a foraging trip; they were the only survivors. Everyone who had lived in the town had been slaughtered, either in the flames or afterwards as they tried to flee.

They got along well, just the two of them. Anna was preternaturally aware, as alert and intelligent as an adult, despite being stuck in the body of a two-year-old. But the constant running and fear was no place for a two-year-old and a nine-year-old. To buy some protection, Ellie managed to fall in with a gang of teen- and tween-age boys, though she had to do some awful deeds as “rent” to ensure that she wouldn’t wake up one morning to find herself bleeding to death or watching her sister being violated. Both of which happened to some of the other young girls who had been with the group.

Ellie was the only one in the group who could do even basic first aid. That was mostly why they kept her around and fed her. Four years went by in this… mutual non-hatred. When one of the teens cut himself on a rusty piece of metal, she tried to save him, but she couldn’t stop the infection. He died within a week. The rest of the group figured that she must have deliberately allowed the infected boy to die, and so they decided that it wasn’t worth it to keep her around, thinking her to be at best inept and at worst a traitor. They hurt her and hurt Anna, cutting them up with rusty scraps of metal and leaving them to die.

At this point they were in the city that had, according to Ellie’s rudimentary knowledge of geography, at one point been called New York City. They were taken in by a middle-aged couple who found them dying of infection in the middle of the road. These old people were kind and caring, and shared what food, water, and shelter they had. The woman, a skilled army medic when she had been in her prime, taught Ellie more advanced first-aid. The man, who had been very much a “nerd” in his time and found himself obsessed with Japanese culture, had boxes and boxes of throwing stars, samurai swords, and all sorts of other such paraphernalia. He taught Ellie how to use the throwing stars and raised her as his daughter.

This lasted for about a year, until their world fell apart. As with all the other people that Ellie had grown to love, these parental figures were murdered. They had gone to gather supplies and they didn’t return. When three days passed, Ellie and Anna went to look for them, and found their heads stuck on the mailbox post and their cut-up, mutilated bodies scattered up and down the alley. This was on Ellie’s fifteenth birthday, exactly two weeks ago—the day that Anna calls her sister’s “loss of humanity”.

Indeed, something within Ellie snapped when she saw that. A macabre birthday surprise, the ones she loved being turned into human balloons and human confetti, and scattered across the city street. She took supplies from her adoptive parent’s house, as many supplies as she could carry, and fled, northwest (quite an arbitrarily chosen direction, but then, she wasn’t thinking.)

Alone or with someone?: With her little sister Anna fleeing through New Jersey.

Other: Currently has in her possession three bottles of decent-quality water, a first-aid kit, a bag of dried fruits and vegetables, some rope, duct tape, a pocket knife, a sleeping bag, a box of assorted Japanese weaponry, and a slingshot.

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Anna

Name: Annalyn “Anna” Rivers

Age: 8

Gender: Female

Nomadic or sedentary: Prefers to be sedentary but is currently on the run with her sister.

Weapons: A slingshot and whatever rocks, pebbles, or random round objects she can find

Skills: Anna is preternaturally intelligent for a girl of her age. She has a fabulous sense of direction (although no actual knowledge of geography.)

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: She has a photographic memory. Also she’s mostly mute, preferring not to talk to anyone unless it’s necessary. She uses a sign-language of sorts most of the time.

Appearance: Anna is quite small for her age, standing about 3’6” and weighing only about 40 pounds. Her skin is pale, for she doesn’t spend much time in the sun (unlike her sister) and her eyes are a bright blue. Her hair is a dark brown that hangs in ringlets to her hips and is usually left in a braid. She wears pretty much whatever she can find, usually tee-shirts and track shorts or similar outfits over sneakers.

Brief Personality (Try to show most of your character's personality IC instead of giving it all away): Anna is a very shy, frightened young girl. She’s very perceptive, always seeming to know what’s going on even when she hasn’t entirely been paying attention. The truth of it is that she usually doesn’t let herself pay attention because her mutated, enhanced mind, and the things she remembers, absolutely terrify her, and she wants to quit making such clear memories.

Background(Please reveal your current location): See Ellie’s bio.

Alone or with someone?: With Ellie fleeing to New Jersey.

Other: Really wants to meet another kid closer to her own age. Ellie’s the youngest person she’s met thus far, not counting the kids back at Haven, when she was still in the nursery for hours on end. Currently has on her person a slingshot and a bottle of water.

[Elitestpotato]

Going to have to pull out, sorry.

[Potter]

Sorry! I've been busy and distracted. :O I posted. If anyone wants to be near Perrie, you may do so.

I set her in Brooklyn, though I'm not familiar with the state itself... so I'm not actually sure if she is near anyone at all.

[Penguin]

^^ All characters accepted. I got busy with prom and graduating high school! Totally my fault. Posting now.

[RomanAria]

O.o I was supposed to post, wasn't I? I'll get on that now. :P