great it looks like red_messa and wubwub are the only ones left and im not sure about wub but i wont just throw their char out yet, we will be starting by the 18th though, im gonna hold myself to making sure im ready by then.
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*Takes deep breath*.... Im back we can start as soon as we get a role call and i know we have everyone still here lol sorry for the wait guys.
im still here sorry for not really posting lately guys.
Lol last call for chars before we really start?!??!
@Wubwublooks good go aheadand move her
Accepted @Draconis Nevyn
Gonna start the rp in a week or a week and a half should be enough time for anyone to make chars or opt in or something, if your char has been accepted you may post your first post
@Imaginary Seril looked at the girl in front of him jaw slack and face white as a ghost's. Just then the announcement came in over the PA and Seril looked to Nya's door, than back at her with an expectant look as if to say "Get your ass in there so we can go". He looked at her one last time and shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts. How did she know there was something wrong with him? he thought to himself as he through off his shirt and slipped on the tight guard shirt. His eyes flashed up as something dawned on him and she ran to get dressed herself. He grabbed the pair of guard pants he had picked up the day before from the store rooms. They were a bit outdated but they still were designed in a way as to not hinder the Guard's movement in any situation, being a little baggier on top and form fitting on bottom. He ran over to her door and leaned against the wall near the frame waiting for her to get done, he grabbed a black bandana and put it in his pocket.
As she turned the corner she almost ran into him. He was standing there looking down on her with a curious gaze. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He said an eyebrow raising. He was hoping her last reply was because his copy had been a prick not because she somehow knew he was an Anomalous. But how could that be? How could she know he wasn't normal by looking at him so intently? Unless....
Chess ran out of his room throwing on the pants Seril had told him about in class and heading for the Armory. He slammed to halt in line and waited his turn. It felt like an eternity before he got to the front and when he did his eyes almost filled up. The selection here was so vast he couldn't even think of what to say. He saw a revolver with a literally razor sharp sight and two barrels and pointed it out "Two of those" He said as the man turned around and began grabbing him one from the room. Chess tried not to notice the chuckle as he walked away. He then saw something that really caught his eye, just barely in view behind a rack of shotguns on the wall sat a beautiful black sword and Chess knew he had to have it. The man gave him the holster for his chest that would hold the two revolvers under his arms and the sword on his back. He ran up to the roof to meet the others after grabbing a kevlar assault mask he saw on the top shelf of a gear room. He put the mask with the skull painted on it on and was at the entrance to the roof. He took a deep breath.
As she turned the corner she almost ran into him. He was standing there looking down on her with a curious gaze. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He said an eyebrow raising. He was hoping her last reply was because his copy had been a prick not because she somehow knew he was an Anomalous. But how could that be? How could she know he wasn't normal by looking at him so intently? Unless....
Chess ran out of his room throwing on the pants Seril had told him about in class and heading for the Armory. He slammed to halt in line and waited his turn. It felt like an eternity before he got to the front and when he did his eyes almost filled up. The selection here was so vast he couldn't even think of what to say. He saw a revolver with a literally razor sharp sight and two barrels and pointed it out "Two of those" He said as the man turned around and began grabbing him one from the room. Chess tried not to notice the chuckle as he walked away. He then saw something that really caught his eye, just barely in view behind a rack of shotguns on the wall sat a beautiful black sword and Chess knew he had to have it. The man gave him the holster for his chest that would hold the two revolvers under his arms and the sword on his back. He ran up to the roof to meet the others after grabbing a kevlar assault mask he saw on the top shelf of a gear room. He put the mask with the skull painted on it on and was at the entrance to the roof. He took a deep breath.
@ExieEverything looks good go ahead and move her to the Char tab.
Name: Chance Markof
Profession: Scientist
Appearance:
Has the natives outsiders tattoo under his right eye, a double crosshair in a circle right on his right cheek. This means he's made a peace agreement with the natives.
Height/weight:5'10 190
Skills:Diving, Fishing, Familiar with the Island entirely, Knows a lot about the Scientist that lived there. He has a genius IQ and loves making things. He might be able to fly the plane.
Starting location: Chance's Underwater Bunker
Bio: Chance is the son of two famous scientists that one day 20 years ago after the birth of their first son vanished off the face of the earth. Since the age of 7 when his mother and father died one day on an expedition out of their underwater home, Chance has been alone. He and the Natives have an understanding and he even knows a few of their trade dialects. He's lived this long without much of their help and they seem to keep to themselves as much as possible, apart from the outcasts.
He spends most of his days tinkering with his devices and the rest of them trying to find out why this island wasn't on any maps and more importantly why he couldn't leave it.
Personality:Chance is a friendly individual when you get to know him but he has a wicked poker face and an mean side when it comes to certain aspects of the island. He is a good friend if anyone should ever end up calling im that.
Relations: all close relations dead accept for one Outcast friend Nato who lives near his plane.
Personal Items: A huge store of science equipment. Clothes and a few nifty gadgets he's combined to have some crazy effects. Lets not forget about his private stash of Doomsday Goodies that are kept under a lock and key.
Name: Nato Warspring
Profession: Hunter/ Gatherer/Farming/trapping
Outcast: Yes he is an Outcast. The Tattoo's covering his body symbolize that, and the reason is because when Nato found Chase they were around the same age and he brought him into the Ras..
Appearance:
Age: 20
Height/weight:5’5 - 130
Skills:Hunting, fishing, island knowledge, speaks english and native dialects, farming, gathering, herb knowledge, wildlife knowledge, some tech knowledge from Chess, tailor.
Starting location:Chance’s Plane
Bio: Nato lived with his family in Rasniffin before he tried to bring the starving Chance in with him. After he got caught they offered to kill Chance in his place, but instead he chose for them both to be exiled and for Chance to be able to trade on his behalf. His family shunned him and he has since not seen them. He's a rather smart individual and a man of few words. He takes pleasure in the simple things in life often disappearing for days on end to relax.
Personality:He’s very quit and never talks about his past. He makes a few errors when speaking english and in some translations. He is an open minded person though and not at all a mean spirit, he is a firm upholder of the right thing to do attitude.
Relations:Chance - Family: Will be revealed.
Personal Items:Hatchet a belt of junk and a few goodies in his satchel.
Name:Jacob Leon
Profession: Retired military doctor
Appearance:
Got eye cut in crash but still has vision in it though it looks very dead. (right eye)
Height/weight: 6'3 195
Skills:Medical knowledge as well as combat and firearms experience. Hes skilled in surgery and know a variety of quick remedies that could prove useful.
Starting location: Beach Home
Bio:Jacob was a Field Surgeon for the French government. He was dishonorably discharged under terms he does not willingly discuss, though he would not be hated if this was discovered he would no long want to stay with the community. Many of his close family and friends are already dead and he was going to kill himself before the boat crashed and he woke up on the shore of this god forsaken island. He speaks French, English and is versed in Latin. Hes a genius but is also recovering from serious prescription pill withdrawal.
He tends to keep to himself not trying to get in the way much on the island and helping out as much as he can when he is needed. He doesn't see his term here on the island as so bad, he just wished so many other people would have to have get hurt before they get saved. He can often be found alone exploring the thick jungles of the inner islands.
Personality:Hes a very introverted person but isn't opposed to cracking a joke or two, though they never seem to be taken as light heartedly as he means them. He has a rather brash nature and tends to scare people away before they even get very close to him, and he sticks to his own. A few people may call him friend but hes more of the older stern uncle of the group that will do nothing to see them get off this hell hole while they have the chance. Weather he wants to leave or not will be up to him when he figures out how to get them off of it.
Relations:NONE
Personal Items: Medical bag, notepad and pencils salvaged from wreck, 9mm pistol found on guard corpse after wreck. Misc items collected in hut after wreck.
Profession: Scientist
Appearance:
Has the natives outsiders tattoo under his right eye, a double crosshair in a circle right on his right cheek. This means he's made a peace agreement with the natives.Height/weight:5'10 190
Skills:Diving, Fishing, Familiar with the Island entirely, Knows a lot about the Scientist that lived there. He has a genius IQ and loves making things. He might be able to fly the plane.
Starting location: Chance's Underwater Bunker
Bio: Chance is the son of two famous scientists that one day 20 years ago after the birth of their first son vanished off the face of the earth. Since the age of 7 when his mother and father died one day on an expedition out of their underwater home, Chance has been alone. He and the Natives have an understanding and he even knows a few of their trade dialects. He's lived this long without much of their help and they seem to keep to themselves as much as possible, apart from the outcasts.
He spends most of his days tinkering with his devices and the rest of them trying to find out why this island wasn't on any maps and more importantly why he couldn't leave it.
Personality:Chance is a friendly individual when you get to know him but he has a wicked poker face and an mean side when it comes to certain aspects of the island. He is a good friend if anyone should ever end up calling im that.
Relations: all close relations dead accept for one Outcast friend Nato who lives near his plane.
Personal Items: A huge store of science equipment. Clothes and a few nifty gadgets he's combined to have some crazy effects. Lets not forget about his private stash of Doomsday Goodies that are kept under a lock and key.
Name: Nato Warspring
Profession: Hunter/ Gatherer/Farming/trapping
Outcast: Yes he is an Outcast. The Tattoo's covering his body symbolize that, and the reason is because when Nato found Chase they were around the same age and he brought him into the Ras..
Appearance:
Age: 20
Height/weight:5’5 - 130
Skills:Hunting, fishing, island knowledge, speaks english and native dialects, farming, gathering, herb knowledge, wildlife knowledge, some tech knowledge from Chess, tailor.
Starting location:Chance’s Plane
Bio: Nato lived with his family in Rasniffin before he tried to bring the starving Chance in with him. After he got caught they offered to kill Chance in his place, but instead he chose for them both to be exiled and for Chance to be able to trade on his behalf. His family shunned him and he has since not seen them. He's a rather smart individual and a man of few words. He takes pleasure in the simple things in life often disappearing for days on end to relax.
Personality:He’s very quit and never talks about his past. He makes a few errors when speaking english and in some translations. He is an open minded person though and not at all a mean spirit, he is a firm upholder of the right thing to do attitude.
Relations:Chance - Family: Will be revealed.
Personal Items:Hatchet a belt of junk and a few goodies in his satchel.
Name:Jacob Leon
Profession: Retired military doctor
Appearance:
Got eye cut in crash but still has vision in it though it looks very dead. (right eye)
Height/weight: 6'3 195
Skills:Medical knowledge as well as combat and firearms experience. Hes skilled in surgery and know a variety of quick remedies that could prove useful.
Starting location: Beach Home
Bio:Jacob was a Field Surgeon for the French government. He was dishonorably discharged under terms he does not willingly discuss, though he would not be hated if this was discovered he would no long want to stay with the community. Many of his close family and friends are already dead and he was going to kill himself before the boat crashed and he woke up on the shore of this god forsaken island. He speaks French, English and is versed in Latin. Hes a genius but is also recovering from serious prescription pill withdrawal.
He tends to keep to himself not trying to get in the way much on the island and helping out as much as he can when he is needed. He doesn't see his term here on the island as so bad, he just wished so many other people would have to have get hurt before they get saved. He can often be found alone exploring the thick jungles of the inner islands.
Personality:Hes a very introverted person but isn't opposed to cracking a joke or two, though they never seem to be taken as light heartedly as he means them. He has a rather brash nature and tends to scare people away before they even get very close to him, and he sticks to his own. A few people may call him friend but hes more of the older stern uncle of the group that will do nothing to see them get off this hell hole while they have the chance. Weather he wants to leave or not will be up to him when he figures out how to get them off of it.
Relations:NONE
Personal Items: Medical bag, notepad and pencils salvaged from wreck, 9mm pistol found on guard corpse after wreck. Misc items collected in hut after wreck.
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