Dusty

Hidden In The Forest (Closed)

Monday Afternoon

Campgrounds, Pic River Outlet, Indian Reserve
Pukaskwa National Park; twenty miles from Marathon, Ontario.

Miraculous America

“One… Two… Ah c’mon guys, we can’t just stand out here arguing about what to do all day. I haven’t got time to kill.” Serpentine argued, encouraged by Talon’s more ambitious tactics, but still held back by Furitta’s cautioning. She stood, uncertainly in the middle of the road, the first in line for the barrage of gas bottles hurtled from the window. They arced like a wave of silent meteors taking Serpentine completely by surprise. The foremost purple bottle clanging against her head and releasing a purple haze that clogged her mouth and nostrils. Stumbling back she coughed and gagged, trying to hold her breath and cover her stinging eyes as she became enshrouded in the toxic mist. She succeeded partially, having only breathed in a minute fraction of the gas released around her. Stumbling around blind, her lungs near bursting she ran clear of the cloud, smashing her way into the café door to escape the repulsive torment. Rolling upon the floor she rubbed desperately at her eyes, all sense of reason and direction lost. She felt woozy and disoriented and nauseated all at the same time, unable to shake the vertigo enacted from the fumes she inhaled.

Gagging she struggled to stand, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut, unable to see and unaware of the practical wall of knockout gas that separated her from the rest of her team, or Barristris who stood only a few meters away. Groping about blindly until she found a table to support herself on Serpentine sniffled, wiping away the snot that had collected on her face. “Stay out of the gas!” She screamed, hoping the others possessed the good sense to jump away when the first bottle struck her. She hadn’t heard their voices for a while, and felt a stab of panic at the thought that they might’ve been knocked unconscious, leaving her alone. “Talon, Usagi, Furrita? Are you guys there?”

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@Sockofpancakes Certainly! Make a CS and jump on in, in fact, if you'd like to take over I'd be totally fine with you grabbing the reigns.

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Samuel Tabbet

Samuel Tabbet

"Sammy"

AGE: Fifteen

GENDER: Male

PERSONALITY: Smart, cheerful, and well-read, Sammy is an inquisitive, albeit nervous young man of fifteen. Although he is very willing to try new things, and explore untested waters he can be very systematic and cautious in all that he does. Sam likes understanding material down to the minute detail. As such he is an avid reader, and has acquired a substantive knowledge about a great many subjects. Especially when it comes to the outdoors. Sammy loves being outside, whether he is camping, fishing, hiking, and boating; all are favorite pastimes of his. He holds grand aspirations of one day becoming a Park Ranger, or even a Game Warden. His fascination with the great outdoors is held back ever so slightly by a pair of overprotective parents, coupled with Sam being a mild asthmatic. All of which leads to him having less than the usual amount of freedom granted to a kid his age. Perhaps that’s for the better however, as Sammy can be somewhat socially awkward, and relies entirely upon his family and a small group of tight knit friends to keep from being a loner.

OTHER: Sam probably had the most difficult time convincing his family to allow him to go on the friends’ only camping trip. However after enough straight A’s in school, several promises to stay safe and take his inhaler, and an agreement to bring along the family dog Jake, a well behaved seven year old chocolate lab, Sammy was finally granted permission. Being the only child of his mother and father Sam is rarely let out of his parent’s sight, or the sight of a trusted supervisor. However with his recent birthday, and a display of responsibility, his parents are finally loosening their grip.

Jake

Hidden In The Forest (Closed)

Interesting characters everyone. Feel free to go ahead and post your characters over in the characters tab. Once @Vertigo and @CaptainSully post their characters we'll get started.

Samuel Tabbet

Samuel Tabbet

"Sammy"

AGE: Fifteen

GENDER: Male

PERSONALITY: Smart, cheerful, and well-read, Sammy is an inquisitive, albeit nervous young man of fifteen. Although he is very willing to try new things, and explore untested waters he can be very systematic and cautious in all that he does. Sam likes understanding material down to the minute detail. As such he is an avid reader, and has acquired a substantive knowledge about a great many subjects. Especially when it comes to the outdoors. Sammy loves being outside, whether he is camping, fishing, hiking, and boating; all are favorite pastimes of his. He holds grand aspirations of one day becoming a Park Ranger, or even a Game Warden. His fascination with the great outdoors is held back ever so slightly by a pair of overprotective parents, coupled with Sam being a mild asthmatic. All of which leads to him having less than the usual amount of freedom granted to a kid his age. Perhaps that’s for the better however, as Sammy can be somewhat socially awkward, and relies entirely upon his family and a small group of tight knit friends to keep from being a loner.

OTHER: Sam probably had the most difficult time convincing his family to allow him to go on the friends’ only camping trip. However after enough straight A’s in school, several promises to stay safe and take his inhaler, and an agreement to bring along the family dog Jake, a well behaved seven year old chocolate lab, Sammy was finally granted permission. Being the only child of his mother and father Sam is rarely let out of his parent’s sight, or the sight of a trusted supervisor. However with his recent birthday, and a display of responsibility, his parents are finally loosening their grip.

Jake

I may or may not have been thinking about Scooby-doo when making this app.

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@MissCapnCrunch Any kind of image will work, I don’t really have a preference. Also I don’t think the opposite of some who loves nature would spend a year begging their parents to let them go on a camping trip, unless you can make it work and make sense, in which case go for it.

@Vertigo sounds good, I’ll get my own character up sometime tonight.

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That’s odd, I’ll give everyone another tag.

@Vertigo @CaptainSully @MissCapnCrunch @SockofPancakes

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It is late August 1994, and along the shores of Lake Superior Ontario National Park the spectacular Canadian lands are just waiting to be admired. For a few kids its an open invitation. A whole year of good behavior and pleading has finally paid off and a group of freshmen friends have convinced their parents to let them spend an entire week camping on their own on the lake. The forecasted weather is perfect, not to hot and not to cold and as an added bonus the camp is nearly vacant. The typical summer crowd having been frightened off by a spate of 'bear' attacks further away along the lake's expansive shoreline. According to the park rangers the attacks have been dealt with, and yet people remain naïvely afraid. Cautioning against visiting in favor of less hazardous vacationing spot, leaving the grounds eerily empty... The perfect setting for a group of friends heading out on their own. Another stroke of good luck practically guaranteed them the best spot. An awe-inspiring overlook of the lake, complete with standing cliffs, a scattering of black pines, and a little wooden jetty seated less then a quarter of a mile away. They couldn't have asked for a more perfect situation, and its all shaping up to be the most memorable camping trip of their lives.

Because little do they know there's something else rumored to be lurking in the dark forests, remaining hidden just out of sight. Something dark, something ancient, something evil.

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I am not the original inspiration behind this role play, that goes to @SockofPancakes who I hope will eventually return and join in. This is a closed RP for @Raptra @Vertigo @CaptainSully @MissCapnCrunch and myself. And potentially Socks.

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Lost in the Woods (Always Open)

Could someone else's character perhaps seek to purchase Padoof? Maybe as a pack animal, or even for riding.

Lost in the Woods (Always Open)

Padoof

Outside Yggdrasil

A rickety paddock, hastily fixed together from fresh cut saplings encircled the merchant’s stock, keeping the dozen or more sickly looking beasts from wandering more the a few yards in any direction. The lush green grass within the enclosure was soon trampled or cropped to the dirt by the malnourished creatures. Forced to stretch their long necks over the wooden barrier they stared longingly at the grazing residing just outside their reach, whinnying pitifully. It mocked them it seemed, swaying back and forth in the early evening breeze, tempting and beckoning them forward to where they could not go. They had just arrived only a few hours past, and there had been no time to graze on the road before. Their owner, a thin man in his own right cared not about his merchandise’s dumb, mournful pleas, instead pitching for himself a tent, and cooking a thin gruel upon a small fire. His hope was that one of the animals he’d invested his livelihood into would turn a profit, from which he might afford a decent meal, or perhaps even boarding in the village, were all but dashed. The unforgiving road left the once fat ponies he’d bought ragged and flea bitten. Their mangy fur and scraggly manes a depressing sight even to his old eyes. At least one boon had been spared him; in his travels he’d captured a stray donkey, which still appeared healthy and strong. Shoveling in his meager meal the merchant stared over at his new prize in rapt curiosity.

The donkey stood well away from the horses, or at least as far as it could get within the confines of the paddock. A wise choice no doubt, for even in their weakened state the larger horses would make quick work of a donkey. He appeared content to stand, pressed against the wooden fence looking about in a most, undonkeyish fashion, as if he was studying his new surroundings. He fascinated the merchant, who upon capturing him found the beast to be unspeakably well trained, almost responding at once to spoken commands. In all his trading days the merchant had seen only some hounds so beautifully obedient. He hoped, down in the dregs of his greedy heart that the donkey would bring not just silver, but gold once folk saw it for themselves.

For Padoof’s part, for that was the donkey’s given name, he wasn’t quite sure what to think of his circumstances. He was hungry, and thirsty sure enough, and hopelessly lost in a strange place surrounded by yet even more strangers. His cousins, the dumb speechless horses were content to leave him be if he kept far enough away, and the merchant had been sparing with the whip. All in all the situation was not optimal, but neither was it dire. Padoof was sure that if he kept quiet and passive all would work out in the end. After all, it worked in the past. The manfolk would ask, he would do, and the shiny rocks would be exchanged and Padoof would have a new owner. Hopefully one that actually fed him.

Extending a graceful hoof he pawed at the dirt, revealing a few roots which he ate in rapid succession, the expected snort sounding within seconds. Padoof retreated as a horse trotted over, snuffling at the spot Padoof was just at. Finding naught it resumed its previous pleading at the border, as if it hoped the fence would take pity and move aside for its pathetic, dejected eyes. Padoof held back a laugh, before scratching once more upon the ground. A new master could not come soon enough.