Temperance

Embers in the Grass (Young adult, Post-apocalyptic Rp)

Reagan Rose Harper

Name

Reagan Rose Harper

Physical Description

Hair a natural yet brilliant shades of copper with golden tones throughout are present while eyes hold a creamy jade hue. These vibrant signature colors pop on their own allowing her to nix outfits with bright shades. Fearing she'd look like the inside of a crayola carton she has cut color out of her wardrobe altogether over the years. She's fairly self conscious about being a red head. This has lead to her fashion choices or lack thereof. Besides navel and ear piercings there is nothing peculiar or noteworthy about Reagan's body modifications. Anything other than that would have caused an ass whooping by her father.

Age

20

Occupation

Farm hand

Background

According to Reagan life is like a country song. Her life that is. Nimble fingers played violin while a sweet voice sang heartfelt lyrics about growing up on a busy farm, dealing with heartbreak, and a loving family. Born a twin into a family of six as well as the only girl among the flock excluding her mother never held a dull moment. The Harper's raised their rambunctious children while also managing to home school them on one of the largest farms in Idaho. The 11th largest to be exact.

From this lifestyle Reagan learned discipline along with a bundle of skills and freedom. Time on the farm would be spent tending to three types of crops and raising cattle. Pastimes included rigorous hunting with her father and brothers. Although not afraid to get dirty and play in the mud she also enjoyed keeping both feet on dry land as well. Mrs. Harper taught Reagan that having a 'girly' side was perfectly acceptable too. Her mother was the most elegant woman she knew and she aimed to become just like her.

Naturally her twin brother Roth and her became bestfriends over the years. She was often teased especially for having red hair though Roth never was. An air of confidence surrounded him his whole life, always luring people. Fortunately Roth's self-reliance eventually passed on to her. Not many were attracted to her until she learned this characteristic. It was thanks to him she learned her social ways and became popular with the locals.

Many nights the duo would run away from home to gather with friends. Reagan enjoyed these non complex moments in life best. Lounging about on a rotted deck overlooking a sparkling river, drinking lukewarm beers her older friends would legally purchase, and gaze at the moon was time well spent. Nothing fancy was needed to make this simple country girl happy. Many teenagers were so angst driven and loathed life except Reagan. Everyday she felt a happiness and freedom most people her age never experienced. Even though the good times were fleeting she had experienced a fulfilling life.

A few years later Roth set off to Oregon to make his dream come true. His knowledge of car mechanics would pay the bills while he planned on setting up a band. Although they had planned to start this project together, Reagan could not leave her ailing father's side. Before his departure Roth and Reagan exchanged custom gifts for their birthday. A violin for Reagan and a guitar for Roth with matching designs-an item she never parts with.

A nightmare soon set in on the Harper farm. Not one month went by without a tragedy. Mr. and Mrs. Harper passed from drinking contaminated cows milk. Ethan and Travis, her last renaming family in Idaho left one afternoon to help with a neighboring crop wild fire-only to never return. When the flames settled a search went underway only turning up a number of unrecognizably sourced bodies.

Life became isolating on the farm with no one to keep her company. What animals not torn apart from ravenous wolves ended up turning on her from infection. This left her with no other choice but to end their lives. It was a day she would never forget. Each hour dragged on as she emptied 22. caliber rounds into cattle she had known nearly all her life. Having to put down the once loyal family hunting dogs pushed Reagan over the edge however, and caused her to turn the gun on herself.

Fortunately by some miracle a jam locked up the rifle leaving her unable to end her left. Reagan screamed at the horizon cursing God while dropping to her knees in uncontrollable sobs of anguish. She had to get away from this land and seek out signs of life. She couldn't live like this anymore especially with all the lingering memories. She had to find her twin brother in Oregon, he was her only hope. An image of Roth within her mind was all it took to bring back some sanity. This got her feet moving again and out of the desolate countryside.

Packing up her truck she drove off toward Baptiste Valley.

Skills and Talents

Social Butterfly

Not only does Reagan enjoy making new acquaintances she full on flourishes from social interactions. This charismatic creature will go out of her way to introduce herself and make new faces feel welcome-especially at parties. Multitasking relationships isn't difficult for her. She's been known to flutter to multiple functions in one night to spend quality time with close friend.

Meandering around parties enjoying a good laugh with outrageous company is all fine and dandy but Reagan's no fool. She's not in denial about who her true friends are. Out of the many she socialized with less than two could be trusted and those people never stuck around. It takes a lot to become someone she actually confines in.

Jill of all trades

A surprisingly quick learner she took to guns fairly well at a young age. All that time spent on target practice left her shooting with the best of them. Not only does she know her way around a handgun and rifle but efficiency with daggers also come in handy at the end of a successful hunt. Reagan can hold a perfectly normal conversation while slicing and digging around a carcass without becoming squeamish.

From skinning, using daggers, and first aid Reagan can be useful somewhere. She is knowledgeable about farm equipment and has had some luck with fixing automobiles courtesy of her twin brother. Unfortunately she only knows the basics of the skills she possesses excluding firearms and farming.

Gunslinger girl

Growing up with firearms and a family that used them on a daily basis was the norm. Surrounded by gun toting country folk almost 24 hours a day has caused a biased perspective. This solidifies the fact that discussing any negative outlook on guns would prove futile and possibly hazardous to a naysayers health. Along with a resolute pro gun opinion she is quite efficient with rifles, handguns, and she isn't afraid to use them.

Weaknesses and Faults

Semi Dependent

Reagan does not cope very well by herself though she is capable of survival on her lonesome to an extent. She thrives on socialization which boosts her moral and mental state. Long hours hunting alone was not a favorite pastime. Anything involving company can lift her spirits and bring a smile to her face.

Fear of heights & airplanes

Due to a small-scale crash mid air Reagan has been unable to gain a pilots license to become a crop duster. This event created an intense fear of heights and planes. Mr. Harper put hope into his daughter taking over dusting when he became too feeble since his sons were much too reckless. Her father, disappointed in Reagan's recent phobia, never let up. He constantly told Reagan to 'get over it' and conquer her cowardice. To this day the very sight of planes make her nauseous.

Asthmatic

A bothersome condition one would not wish to have in the midst of a global disaster. Sprinting for long periods of time can cause flare ups of asthma. Something so little as jumping out of bed to take a shower has caused coughing so severe she's passed out before. Her illness is not so grave as to cause much concern-just irritating nonetheless and her diagnosis is non life threatening. While each negative symptom that stems from her medical condition is not enough to mentally stop her; often she'll still try to advance through, but sometimes it gets the best of her physically.

Personality

Reagan is an equal mash up of her parents. Charisma and humility come from her mother's side while diligence with an aptitude for hard work are traits of her father. She's affable and empathetic to everyone she meets no matter how unique or what walk of life they are in. Although she hails from the backcountry her curiosity of humanity has broadened her mind; not like many of her chauvinistic friends. Her tolerance of people is almost saintly, but that's not to say she won't straighten someone out if they disrespect her.

Embers in the Grass (Young adult, Post-apocalyptic Rp)

Those country girls know how to shoot & hunt. :) She'll know how to use a gun-probably a rifle & can skin animals.

She's a miss fix it. A basic understanding of how to tinker with autos. Mostly tractor & farm equipment...shouldn't really come in handy much but ya know.

First aid. She can stitch up a mean wound & pop a shoulder back in place but that's about it.

Yeah, something like that. She doesn't really excel at one particular thing except maybe farming a few crops.

Embers in the Grass (Young adult, Post-apocalyptic Rp)

Hmmm, I am thinking about going with a kind of jack of all trades country/farm girl.

Embers in the Grass (Young adult, Post-apocalyptic Rp)

@Synthesis sounds good to me.

Embers in the Grass (Young adult, Post-apocalyptic Rp)

What kinds of enemies would our characters be up against?

Paradise Lost [Male partner request]

Closed.

I am not going to set up a detailed interest check per usual for a plot this time. The simple premise is that our characters become stranded & must survive together.

A couple options for pairings but not limited to:
Addicts sent to rehabilitation.
Singer & newly hired bodyguard.
Strangers/friends who won a vacation.
Business rivals traveling to a hotel for a meeting.
Newly married couple traveling to their honeymoon.

Their plane crash lands on an island that is slowly taken over by a zombie outbreak. One other route we could take is that the islanders had always been aware of zombies but are unable to contain the living dead any longer. We could have the zombies created by Vodou or it could be an antidote or experiment gone wrong. All the details are up to our discretion. We will create the Island, its inhabitants, & play the dead as well. This is just a vague idea to get us started. :)

Zombies

On a more personal note: I recently returned from a hiatus because my muse for writing had disappeared. Sadly I've been watching my skills gradually decline over time & I became quite discouraged by this fact. Writing is my escape & I really don't want to abandon this hobby, however. If you feel confident in your writing ability & have patience I would love to rp with you to strengthen my writing again. Zombies are easy enough subject matter to ease back into the forum & I loved the game Dead Island.

Below is a sample post from a group rp I was in on a different account I no longer have access to.

sample post

Upon advancing farther into the primeval terrain of a deadland, safety was not guaranteed when stepping foot outside those resilient walls of refuge. No adventurer could rely on watchtower guards out here fully, and wits along with weapons were two important factors for survival. Hence the two aggressive tomahawks gripped securely within both her hands, which sliced stocky vegetation covering a secretive route. Relentlessly hacking and slashing her way through these vines that grew at such an alarming rate. Sometimes enduring further travel along this dense landscape in order to find thinned out or sick vines. Each cleave that separated these vines from their roots resulted in altering them somehow to which they grew stronger occasionally, and additionally destructive. The dying ones sometimes fought back but their actions were nothing her duel tomahawks couldn’t take care of.

Glistening moisture that had once settled atop her skin and dripped down her slim neck began to evaporate. Temperatures dropped slightly at night and she welcomed the change in degree but felt a slight chill adjusting to the switch. Sleeves were soon rolled down while cautiously keeping a close eye on a few non-aggressive animals. Unique specimens strolled along the grimy area of overgrown flora but the predators of unusual size always loomed deeper in the darkness. This was about the same hour it had once arrived to destroy everything she deeply cherished. Only confronting one since that heartbreaking event years earlier and coming to the conclusion that they were either extremely rare or highly adapted hiders. How could a giant praying mantis/spider at least nine feet tall and the length of a polar bear hide? Good question. She sought the answer but has since had no luck in discovering this monster.

With no reason for it to appear by buildings the next best spot would be near outskirts of flooded areas for advantage of camouflage. Tonight would be irresponsible to continue heading there as she noticed a group of starving darklings was already stalking her frame. As soon as Vera readied her tomahawks once more a familiar ear shattering screech echoed and ricocheted off crumbling city walls. Causing the mange infested wolf like beasts to cower with tails tucked between their legs and yelp as if injured. They bolted to the opposite side of where the warning cry sounded and she felt relived yet flustered. Within a single turn of event so much meat had scurried away and vanished into obscurity. Undoubtedly interested she sought the need to investigate what made that noise. A view from above would prove resourceful as she could also take a shot if the unknown brute was within her Dragunov killing sight.

Instinctively she wandered to the first nearby building closest and through a maze of pitch black passageways. Slipping on night vision goggles made this pursuit much easier while trekking about numerous empty doors or holes in the moldy walls until she stumbled upon a roadblock. A ginormous plant remained stationed in the middle of this room as attached tendrils curled casually around a staircase railing. Carefully reaching behind to retrieve her gun blade Vera stood like a stature as it simply swayed carelessly in it’s own element. One lengthy vine began inching toward her but stopped before changing direction to latch onto something in her bag. Retrieving a piece of jerky only to then pat her on the shoulder in thanks? Vera would have dropped her jaw in bewilderment if she could display such emotions but tilted her head to the side curiously before moving. She cast a backward glance at the plant once more before it opened the door for her so she could pass...she would not be trying to walk up these stairs regardless of how cordial this king plant was.

Mixtures of squealing howls were enough to know exactly what lay ahead down a few blocks; more darklings, hideous canine creatures with mange. These things were everywhere so there must be a burrow of them someplace nearby. They also must have found something they wanted desperately but could not reach it. This would be a perfect opportunity to retrieve some game to take back. Returning home empty handed was not an option, and she followed the sounds. Entrance into the front door of the building was impossible but pieces of shattered glass lay strewn next to a broken window. Her blade scraped away all standing shards so she could hop over. Agitated snarling grew while ascending up two flights of weathered steps. Ahead, pawing and gnashing conspired at a tightly concealed door was a couple of hairless canines jumping over each other, and using serrated talons to unsuccessfully claw entry.

Vera took this moment to aim before chucking a tomahawk with full force at one’s neck as it attempted to leap up at the door frame. Shooting them would certainly bring about more no doubt and that would not be wise. After steel collided with flesh her free shot from their distraction ended and she snatched the tungsten hunting knife from a holder wrapped around her thigh. Startled the abnormalities recoiled to the side a bit before their cloudy eyes witnessed the third mutated mutt suspended and pinned against the door. It’s emaciated body trying to wiggle free in vain from the sharp stake end of her weapon only worsening the impalement. In rage they sprinted forward with one leaping for her torso.

With swift movements she dodged while swinging her second tomahawk so it would create a fatal laceration along the hound’s neck. Immediately it collapsed to the first floor level gracelessly after missing its target and overshooting the railing. The other managed to find an opening and landed a heavy lunge knocking the Russian to the ground with a thud, and sending her axe across the air away from her weary body. She had no choice but to lie on her back holding its mangy head upward as it continued to snap at the air combatively. Vera shifted her head slightly on one side to avoid thick drool seeping from the corners of this creature’s gaping jowls. Using energy reserves she thrust a quick stab to the darkling’s jugular vein with her knife, it began to bleed out rapidly and die within seconds. This was a favored method and did not ruin what she needed to do with the corpse’s hide.

A gloved hand latched onto its scruff while standing and she also took a few minutes to retrieve each weapon. After lowering the second darkling body she was able to burst straight into the door after a few tries and kick weak furniture away with her foot. Halting, she stared at the discovery before her; a human, imagine that. She did not expect this in the least and arched a brow. “Huh.” She simply said before casually dropping two freshly killed darkling carcasses’ to the ground and moving to the window this mysterious man was near. She did not seem to care that he was there or why, figuring it was not her place to ask. Binoculars replaced night vision goggles as she intensely focused gazing into them.

“Der’mo.” She cursed under a heavy breath and narrowed intense eyes in ire after placing the item in a compartment on the side of her SRF military backpack.

Anyone would assume the fierce blonde belonged to that particular federation by that bag though her family passed that down to her, making the decision that she had no other choice but join their cause eventually. That was not what she ended up doing obviously and partly she just wanted to rebel. She was not one to live in regret but perhaps if she had made that choice to just follow her families footsteps she could have saved Mti from an unfair demise…Savin would not have been born then, and she began to rethink that situation again. Her fingers would never have run along his growing curly locks or gazed into those large cinnamon colored eyes. He looked just like his father but was a beautiful mix of the two who differed physically.

Splotches of deep garnet had managed to splatter a bit across her over-sized moss colored combat jacket and just below her jaw. This substance did not faze the harsh woman as she let the remnants of it linger without bothering to wipe it away. As long as none of their putrid blood not slip into her eyes causing irritation the essence caused no issue--it added a bit of color to her pale complexion is all. She removed a trove of tools and items a hunter would use to stow away their prize such as a compact bin and dehydration salt.

Within a brief matter of seconds she had put together an agenda of the man only briefly looking him over. In her mind she already had many exit strategies in case a monster would show itself or if this man turned out to be a psycho. He did not look like a cannibal but who truly knew these days? In order to survive she had learned the hard way and failed many times and expected to continue to fail. She knew better than to refuse help but rarely asked for it. She also knew to take all information with a grain of salt. In this world one must look out for number one and cut all ties with empathy. She was not a completely soulless bitch and would lend those in need a hand but trusted no one and held no loyalty to anyone either. Not exactly a mercenary for hire but she did expect things in return. This man owed her even though she had not spoken of debt—yet. She was sure their paths would cross again for him to pay up and it would most likely not be for money.

“Leaving would be wise. More darklings will arrive and I doubt I’ll be around to save you this time.” She said straight faced while slicing into her first darkling kill. Vera’s humor was deadpan as no one could read her emotions, or know if she was serious or joking.

Nimble fingers dissected the creature with quick ease and exact precision. By the way she confidently separated skin from muscle like a pianist composing a masterpiece one could tell she made a living doing just this.

“Here.” She tossed him a can of scent-killing spray without looking. “Use before you go to refuge, I only assume that is your destination but that can helps, sometimes.”

Within a matter of moments the first hide was successfully separated from the bizarre animal and she started on the second. Every moment remaining in one spot lessened her chance to escape without detection.

Rules
MxF
Collaborate
Must be 18+
OOC chat is fine
Expect to play NPCs
I do not fade to black
Rp through PMs only
Mature for violence etc.
High casual or advanced
I am unable to skype or google doc
Weekly posts. A laid back partner would suit me best
Romance is heavily encouraged but not forced or rushed

Pm if interested, thank you!

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Dark Light this makes it even harder for me to do..

I finally managed to write a post but... I am not going to send it because it's awful.

I think I am going to go ahead & drop out guys.

So far since coming back to the guild I haven't been happy with any of my posts.

It feels like I've lost the ability to write. I am no where near where I used to be.

So, I think I am going to take a little hiatus & then get back into some 1x1's to improve what lingering skills I have left.

I am so sorry.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Still working on the post when ever time permits. I am super sorry it's taking so long.

Why is it whenever I have time to post it's not my turn or there's nothing going on & when I am busy it's the opposite.

-grumble grumble-

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Dark Light I may not be able to post today. Just a heads up.

Work shenanigans like @Ace of flames01

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Dark Light oooo, that works.

Love me some drama. ^^