{-|Apocolypti|Semi Literate|Accepting|-}

[bellamy.]

Is it alright now? Sorry it took so long. ^-^

[Korra's Left Foot]

Username:
Mosica
Name:
Seraphina Lynn Knights
(Sara-feena)
Gender:
Female
Age:
18
Nickname:
Sera
Personality:
Sera isn't much of the cautious type when dealing with dangerous situations and will usually run into the situation headfirst and unprepared. She likes to play dirty, and looks for ways around rules. She is strong and fast, and uses that to her advantage; sneaky and sly, and highly enjoys messy with people. Sera can be labeled childish for her age, her thick head and stubbornness adding to the concept. However, when it comes to more serious matters, Sera can at least pull herself together enough to get the job done, though that doesn't mean all her haphazard ways will disappear.
History:
Growing up in Swamp City, it wasn't uncommon for the occasional thug to show up, or to find a Kysalk in your backyard. Seraphina grew up in the rough part of Swamp City, though it wasn't like the rest of the city was that much better. Living with a single mother and two younger siblings, often more times than none, there wasn't enough food to go around. Sera resorted to thievery in order to get what her family ans she needed to get by. Eventually, a rush came from stealing and it became a game to her. What this one city held was starting to become a bore, and Seraphina wanted more. She up and left her family and home in search of greater things.
Description:
Seraphina stands at 5'6" with natural auburn hair and a mischievous face. She tends to have part of her hair pulled up in two messy pigtails, the rest of it falling over her back or in her face. Her eyes are grey-blue in color, usually sparkling with a sense of dark enjoyment. She wears several pieces of jewelry, including large, circular, yellow earrings, a black and white choker, and a silver nose ring.

She wears a long, short-sleeved, black cloak that serves as both a single article of clothing with a cape and hood; she does wear fitting black shorts beneath it, however. The inside of her cloak is a deep red, usually only seen from a view of the cape or hood. The shoulders are puffy and have a piece of circular metal, with various bolts set into them. On her hands and arms, Sera wears black fingerless gloves that go up between her shoulders and elbows. On the back of the hands of the gloves sits a slab of metal each, with three bolts dotted across the top. Her shoes are that of thick soled sandals, mostly black with a band of white across the front.
Rank:
Hunter
Home Colony:
Swamp City
Weapon:
An aged Kris dagger
Other:

[the murph]

{Both accepted, but Mosica I'd check for some spelling/grammatical errors in your form and Winter, I'm going to make some front page edits that might help you figure out what you're doing wrong. ^^}

[Korra's Left Foot]

(( Thanks! Oh, and my bad, since I have spell check if the word is spelled correctly, I keep going. I read through it again and fixed what I could find. ))

[the murph]

{Alright, it looks fine. ^^ Since we have a couple members now, feel free to start. And, just as a notice for everyone, the first page has gone under some changes and has been edited. New things might be up later, but as for now only a few changes have been made. To make sure everyone is still on the same page, I'd reccomend looking at it. ^^}

[bellamy.]

[Thank you! I understand it more now. :3 Also, are we aloud to Role Play the animals? ]

[the murph]

{Um... no? Unless you have a Herder character who needs to work with the animals, or if your character happens to meet a stray/rouge animal that they need to fight. These are new animals, and I don't see why they would come to an immediate trust of humans, especially in this weaker state of the 'new' world. I guess thats the point of Herders?}

[bellamy.]

[Alright. :]]

[nightiff-]

{ oh gosh, I'm so horrible at opening posts. Please tell me if I just completely messed it all up with my incompetence :u }

Living alone always had it's advantages, as Liam Turner soon came to terms with. No one was needing him to go out early in the day to collect supplies before the scorching sun came out with it's harmful radiation. As much as he didn't like going out in it anyway, it was a lot easier for him to bear knowing that if he died due to the rays he wasn't letting two people down.
Now anyone who depended on him were random strangers, survivors, whoever would give him something they found for an item he had collected. Be that water, food, or just a trinket to remember the old, prosperous world.
Liam had his own ways of remembering. His black jacket that ended halfway to his knees was the one thing he managed to save. The rest of his clothing wasn't as important to him. The jacket was very versatile, he could put supplies in it, and it also kept most of his skin out of the sun. He couldn't say the same for his face, however, which was almost embarrassingly tanner than the rest of his body.

Liam had awoke a bit later than the average person might. But he hadn't ever been one to ask around about that, and after he struck out in the world alone human interaction that was anything but business was limited. He knew that should change, it wasn't healthy, if hardly anything about the current situation was healthy. The water he was drinking every so often probably wasn't healthy.
He managed. Somehow, if intentional or not. Death wasn't a scary thing for him anymore. It had been previously, but now, he could look it in the eye and readily accept it.
Even so, all these thoughts Liam Turner kept inside his head never escaped in his personality. In his smile, in his eyes, in any expression. It was always the same gleeful optimistic tone and outlook.
Which was exactly how he looked now, eyes not focusing on anything but the dirt road he was walking on, almost feeling the gravel on his feet through the worn shoes. His hands were tucked inside the pockets of his signature black jacket, moving at neither a brisk pace or slow. Simply moving to move.
He was a Merchant, a traveler, and wouldn't be kept down. Perhaps if he came across someone or something on the road out of Tailsen, he would stay for a spell, but hardly. Most people had already gone and scavenged for anything useful around these parts. It was a port city, buyers and sellers moving in and out with no attachments keeping them there.
And Liam was on his way out. To the Second Hand Colony, or the Forest, whatever seemed more promising.

[the murph]

{Its fine, nightiff;. ^^}

{-Atec-}

Atec woke to a sharp pain near his ribs. Usually it wouldv'e just meant that he needed to find more food, but this pain was like fire in his gut, spreading through his body and making his nerves jump.

"Get up, kid." Was the gruff voice that followed the pain, and then another swift kick to the stomach. Atec opened his eyes, his bandana fluttering against his harsh breathing. From his angle on the ground he could see two men, one with a gun. The first man was standing over him, dark green eyes shining in the first rays of the sun. Both were wearing radiation protective gear, both with gasmasks. He was outnumbered, and out weaponed. He wouldn't stand a chance if he put up a fight. "Get up." Came another harsh order.

Were they hunters? Slavers? Or were they just other scavengers looking for easy food and clothes? Atec let himself find his feet and stand, gripping his knife with one hand. Now he could see them both clearly: the one who had kicked him awake was a few inches shorter than the one with the gun, with brown hair and dark green eyes as he had noted. The one with the gun had black hair and a full grown beard, with beady brown eyes peering out from under bushy eyebrows. Atec took a step back.

"What you got, kid?" The man with the gun snapped, pointing the nose of his gun at Atec. He gripped the knife harder, his other hand full with the strap of his backpack. Slowly he backed away. Slowly the brown haired man followed. Then he was running. Without a word or a sign, with heisitation. He knew someone couldn't live by waiting, you'd just end up being shot.

{-Jayrin-}

There were alot of things in life Joseph could ignore, but one of the things he couldn't ignore was the fact that, first of all, the world had ended, and second of all, he had to do something about it. Something to survive. And maybe it was that fact the drove him to leave behind his violent ways and become a missionary in the new world. Maybe it was this common truth that made him see the light. 'Yeah, the harmful light that will kill you if you don't put on the right protection.' He thought as he strode through the desert. 'If I didn't wear this damn protective gear, I would be fried right now.'

Jayrin took in his barren surroundings, the light from the sun reflecting off the pale dirt and making the smogy landscape considerably brighter. It was home to him, like Swamp City. And every other city worth a visit in the new world. As a 'missionary' it was his job to travel and spread the word of the lord, even if he didn't believe a word of it himself.

He pushed the gasmask harder onto his face to secure it so he could tie it in the back. Instead of the common full face mask, he had a half face mask that only covered his mouth and nose. He found it easier to see that way, but out in the desert even the smog could get in your eyes and make a guy go blind. But it wasn't like Jayrin cared, the world was dead anyway.