ADreamofStormySkies

Wayward

Just popping in to say I'm still around. Since this is currently my only RP I'm offline quite a lot.

Wayward

@Solekii We can always hope!

I posted. I hope it is at least halfway decent, but it is rather late so it is hard to tell. Speaking of late, I think I'll go to bed. See you guys tomorrow! :)

Wayward

Ayn

A branch smacks me in the face for the upteenth time in the past...however long I've been walking. I don't even know anymore. It has become uncomfortably dark and at this point I really can't even see where I'm going anymore. For all I know I've been walking in circles since I set out. I don't have good direction. It's one of the reasons I always travel with a group. That and I don't like being alone. When you're alone there is nothing to distract you from thinking, and thinking can be scary. Especially when you have things you'd rather not think about.

The locals told me not to set out so late in the day, to wait until morning. But what did I do? I disregarded their advice and set out anyway, afraid of losing the trail of the two people in search of a cure for...everything, I guess. That's how the demons at the bar described it as. Recently I've been bored. Terribly bored. Books and exploring and meeting people just aren't doing it for me anymore. I need something bigger, a goal to work toward. Helping the people looking for a cure to the world's ills would definitely be something different. And surely I could be of some use. I do have quite a bit of knowledge. I consider myself smart and am quite handy, if a bit clumsy.

But back to the point. I left even though I was warned not to in order to track down the pair of do-gooders and instead became hopelessly lost myself. A bit ironic, no? I don't have a personal motivation to find the cure. I just want a new experience and way of life and to perhaps glean knowledge from the person working on the cure.

Another branch hits me in the face. I am very tempted to give up and stop for the night, but I find these woods quite off-putting. It's a wonder I haven't been eaten. Or dismembered. Or anything else that happens to stupid people in suspicious-looking woods. Maybe if I wander long enough I'll find a clearing or the edge of these woods. Eventually the sun will come up. I can sleep then. Another thing I don't particularly enjoy--the dark. It hides things; usually unsavory things. And I guess I have bad memories associated with the dark, but it's not a big deal anymore. At least that's what I tell myself.

"'Don't go' they said. 'You'll die' they said. 'It'll be fine' I said."
At this point I have been reduced to talking to myself, which is quite pathetic even for me. At least if that damn owl was here I wouldn't feel so crazy. I'd be talking to something, even if it doesn't understand me. Or maybe it does understand me and just doesn't give a shit. I wouldn't know.
"Fucking idiot," I murmur under my breath. I would slap myself if the trees hadn't already been doing it for me for hours.

I freeze. There's a rustling coming from quite a ways behind me and to my left. It's too big to be a small animal, so by my extremely intelligent process of elimination I conclude that it must be a large animal. A bear. A person. A woolly mammoth. Something.

In any case, I am now frozen in fear. Usually I would not hesitate to confront whatever is making the rustling noise, but it is dark. And I, a not-so-competant fighter, am alone. It's not that the rustling noise was very loud, but as I was already very scared and on high alert, it had sent a wave a fear through my body. Because I wanted to engage in neither fight or flight, I kept still. Whatever it was was far enough away that it should pass beside me without noticing my presence if only I can remain still.

I don't hear anything at first, but when I do the entity is much closer. Whatever it is, it is very stealthy. I slowly peer around the tree I am hiding behind only to see that the entity is much closer than I calculated. In fact the person-shaped creature is only about a dozen feet away from me. Adrenaline floods my system but I know if I try to flee now the person will surely hear me. It is at this point that everything that could go wrong goes wrong.

I hear a rustling at my feet and at the same time the sound reaches my ears something collides with my leg, throwing me off balance. I stumble away from the supposed attacker in fear, letting out a gasp before the ground shifts beneath me and I begin to fall, my face and the ground becoming parallel. In the split second before my face connects with the ground I spot my attacker: a rabbit. In that moment I realize that if I die, it will be not only because I am an idiot, but because a rabbit tripped me. A rabbit. And then my face and the ground connect.

I am stunned for a few seconds, simply laying face down on the ground, until I realize that I have fallen directly into the path of the person I was hiding from. Adrenaline floods my dazed and confused brain and I squirm until I am lying somewhat on my side. If this is to my death then I want to see it coming. It then comes to my mind that perhaps I can convince the person standing above me to not kill me by saying something. Something profound or at least pathetic that might stall my death. I turn my gaze toward what I assume to be the direction of the person's face, though it is too dark to tell for sure. I open my mouth, ready to say the sentence that might save my life.

"...Hi."

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I plan for my character, wandering through the woods, to happen upon Carter. My post should be up within a few hours.

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Awesome post! I started working on a post myself but will have to wait until the morning to post it as I am becoming very sleepy.
I'm so excited to start this RP! :) I like how, like you mentioned before, your writing style changes a bit between characters.

Heroes Reborn

"Nothing is ever as it seems. No matter how much you think you know, there is always a new discovery lurking and ready to turn the world as you know it upside down."

Name: Bridget Peterson

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 180

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Sexuality: Hetero-romantic Asexual

Religion: Atheist

Occupation: College Junior

Ability: Time Manipulation, Power Resistance

Personality:
Bridget is regarded as a quiet person, though that is mostly because she only says something if she feels it is worth saying; she is therefore annoyed by people who talk too much and/or meaninglessly. She is extremely intelligent and gives off an air of confidence such that people her junior are often afraid of her, though for no reason. Bridget is actually a caring and funny person to people who know her and even to strangers depending on her mood and the environment. She is stubborn and unlikely to give in when she knows she is right. Bridget adapts quickly to new situations; her mind clears rather than clouds under stress.

Background:
The first thing Bridget remembers is when she was ten years old. She woke up in the hospital and when it was found that she remembered nothing she was told that she had had a horrible fall. Over the years she was slowly told that her father was a physician who had had a psychological break and started doing twisted 'experiments' on her and her mother. She was told that the police came to their house once her mother had been absent from work for three days. When the police arrived at her house it was said that they found Bridget bleeding at the bottom of the stairs and her mother and father downstairs, her mother dead at her father's feet. Police refused to tell her any more about her life, telling her to move on. Her mother had been estranged from her family after marrying her father (though it was unexplained why) and her father's parents had died when he was young.

Bridget was handed off to her mother's sister's family, where she gained a brother and a sister. While she didn't grow particularly close to either, their relationship was amicable. Bridget poured herself into her schoolwork, finding joy in learning. She took the most advanced classes available in high school, focusing on science, and was accepted into Columbia University, moving away from her home in California. During her freshman year Bridget discovered her ability to control time. While it was hard to control at first, she mastered it, like everything she tackled, with constant practice. Bridget found ways to stay in New York City even during breaks when students were required to leave campus, not wanting to go home. Bridget has found it quite easy to keep her ability from others, considering they do not notice when time is manipulated. Bridget is currently majoring in Biochemistry with a minor in Computer Science.

(Bridget doesn't know it yet, but she has a resistance to other superhuman powers as long as they are meant to affect her directly. For example, it would not work if someone tried to wipe her memories or steal her powers, but occurrences such as someone creating a ball of fire and throwing it at her or someone with super strength strangling her would not be prevented. It is mostly a self-defense mechanism and is rooted in the past that she does not remember. At this point Bridget has not come into contact with any powers besides her own and is unaware of her resistance to certain powers.)

Wayward

Okay, I'm totally fine with writing in first person since that's what you like writing in and I need experience in it anyway. :)
Based on past posts, it seems like Divinity and Wind Wild are open to writing in first person as well.

Heroes Reborn

Sorry for not posting today, something came up. I will try my best to post a CS tomorrow! :)

Wayward

We could all write from whichever POV we prefer, unless you'd prefer otherwise or think that it would be too confusing or disorganized.
In the end it's your decision.

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I really like reading other people's posts in first person, but I personally am not good at writing first person. Usually my characters, like Ayn, hide things from and lie to themselves, making it more expository to write in third person. Most of my problem with writing in first person can be attributed to inexperience, however, as in the creative writing classes I took first person writing was discouraged.

That being said, I'd be fine with anyone who wants to write in first person writing in first person as it is my favorite POV to read from. If you would prefer it I can write in first person as well, it just might not be as good as my third person writing.