∫trαη∂ℯ∂ [ A Survival RP - closed ]

[Dawnbreeze10210]

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[Foe Paw]

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[Dawnbreeze10210]

Micheal


Name:
Micheal Scar Smeeton

Age:
19

Gender:
uhhhhh, male...obviously.

Description:
Micheal is pretty tall for his age but not overly. He is well built as he works out everyday. He has grey-green eyes and tanned skin. He has sandy-brown hair that falls into slight ringlets at the tips, which he has to push away constantly from his eyes. He wears a necklace on his neck of a shark tooth which he got from his father. He has a soft but strong look to him that isn't exactly easy to ignore.

Personality:
He's strong and brave and doesn't back down easy. He can be over protective to those he cares for, and usually tries to make them listen to his reasoning. He is very smart and comes up with ideas easily, and he isn't afraid to speak his mind. He never backs down from a challenge and loves to find competitions to be in. When his talents can be shown he jumps to it. He can be warm and funny when you get to know him, but usually he is mysterious to new people.

History:
I dont talk about it, simple as that. Don't ask, I wont tell. I'll probably just tell you to go away. I only tell about my history when I WANT to.

Pros:
Strong and determined
Healthy and works with his surrondings
Doesn't back down from challenges

Cons:
Over protective
Not exactly very fast but still fast
He over works himself at times

Love Interest:
Now? hmmm welll, no one.

Other:
Thats it, shows over come again.

[Foe Paw]

Alison Da Silva


Name: Alison da Silva

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Description: 5'6'' tall. Skin color sightly tan. Dark-brown hair, long enough to tie it in a ponytail, thing that he does eventually. Not particularly muscular-looking, with thin shoulders and delicate hands, although it's more due to a naturally skinny physique than a sedentary lifestyle. Hawkish nose, too big to be considered pretty. Long face, triangular jaw. His iris is of a true black, and he tends to stare at things longer than most do, what can make him sightly disturbing. A simple iron hoop earring on the right ear. Usually wears a cheap suit and always has lots of unrelated stuff on his pockets, such as candy, broken electronic pieces, discharged batteries, pocket knives and so on. Always brings a deck with him. Baritone voice. Speaks in a calm, soothing voice tone, as if he's trying to calm a wild dog.

Personality: He's usually nice with everyone, and remains so until someone gets past a certain limit, especially when asking personal questions. Even so, he continues speaking in a normal, polite tone, no matter how much the person infuriates him. When he's having a verbal fight with someone, it's usually the other screaming while he smiles and politely threathens them with colorful scenes of death. This doesn't mean he's patient, however; he skips from talking calmly straight to punching. Looks first after himself. Has some difficulty following orders, as he'll most probably do what he thinks that's better, despite what others say, if he fails to convince them of following his point of view. Usually acts dumb. Can be frustrating. Doesn't care enough to explain the things he says.

History: Oldest of a middle-class family with three children, he quickly turned out to be kind of a black sheep. Dropped in the middle his medicine college, traveling to the other side of the country and starting as a career he presents as a pianist, although his true 'profession' is as a poker player of considerable ability. Recently got involved in a barfight that ended in a couple of deaths, of whose he's not entirely convinced of his own innocence. Decided to have a change of scenery as quick as possible, thus getting in the plane.

Pros: Capable of fast, analytic thinking while under pressure. Able to adapt himself to the situation at hand. Much smarter than he acts like. Quick hands. Organized.

Cons: Tends to mood swings. Not particularly patient or persevering. Gets worked up quickly with prying or misplaced curiosity. Very suspicious about everyone, even with no actual basis. Not a selfless person.

Love Interest: x

Other: .. Say, what about a game?

[wolfie.]

A l e x a n d r i a

[ T w e n t y years young ] • [ C r u s h on nobody ] • [ D a t i n g a cheating jerk ]

Alex blinked in confusion, attempting to raise an arm to shade her eyes from the sunlight, but the moment she moved, a series of throbbing pain came crashing down on her. A groan escaped her full, dark pink lips. She forced herself to sit up, then eyed her body in horror. She couldn't lift her left arm without being put into agonizing pain, there was a deep gash in her leg, probably the result of jagged metal- wait, where was she? She glanced around, taking in her surroundings. There were many people, she realized with a start, and then smoke, and flames. She spotted a plane - the one she had been inside - crashed on the shoreline, and burning up. She almost choked when she heard the painful cry of a child. She sat there for a while, attempting to register what had happened.

[.:Bailey:.]

Samantha Henderson
Girl - Single
Sixteen

The view out the plan window had Sam deep in thought, she loved how the ground actually looked like patches of an old blanket. It reminded her of a story book her nanny once read to her, it was all about a farmer and his crops and on one page showed the rolling hills and they looked like patches. She was always told that it didn't really look that way by her older brothers, so it was a wonderful surprise to see that it did. Her head flicked to the side facing down the isle of the plane as the flight attendant asked if she would like another soda. "Yes please, a coke" She got a glance from a little boy a few rows ahead of her, she just smiled at him as he tugged on his mothers shirt and told her that the lady behind him talked funny. Sam's shoulders pulled up then down as she yawned and leaned back in her seat. She guessed that to a boy his age an English accent would sound a bit funny, but truthfully she thought Americans sounded funny. She mentally laughed thinking about her Uncle's sister who lived in Florida her whole life, she talked like an old man that was a sailor. She nodded and mouth Thank you to the flight attendant who brought her soda. She didn't waste any time opening it and letting the bubbly goodness trickle down her throat. She was actually quiet bored sitting in the plane all alone, there wasn't much to do. She decided to take a nap hoping she would be able to sleep the rest of the way there.

Samantha leaned up quickly couching like crazy. She was slung from the plane and laid in the way of the rising tide, that seemed to want so desperately in to her lungs. She was covered in sand and her cloths were soaking wet. She brought her hand up to her head as the area around her seemed to flicker with every pulse she felt. She thought it was just water at first but she was staring down at bright read all over her hand. "Help!!" She yelled out, but it didn't sound like a yell at all. Her voice was hoarse and talking sent her into another coughing fit. She felt the sand all in her mouth and desperation kicked in. She crawled on her knees towards the water trying to get earn the balance to stand up the whole way but the water reached her first. She cupped her hands and splashed the water to her face. The salt burned the small cuts she had on her cheeks and temples. She unknowingly got from her head smashing into the window. She cupped her hand together again and closed her eyes shut tight, she slurped the water up. Swishing it around in her mouth a few times before spitting it back out and doing the same thing once again. The third time she did it she swallowed the water trying to get the sand in the back of her throat out, but it didn't help at all. She pulled her legs out from under her and fell onto her butt, water splashing around her. She looked over her legs then her arms looking for any more gashes like the one on her head, but there was only small cuts. Blood started to drip down her ear, she quickly pulled her hand up and started to wipe it away but it kept coming. She stood up quickly, then stumbled back as a storm of dizziness surged through every bone. She got her footing then started to walk towards the crash plane.

[Dawnbreeze10210]

Jazlyn

Jazlyn looked at all the stunned people and sighed softly. Why was she the only one currently up and about? Her question answered quickly in her head and she slightly rolled her eyes at the thought. She walked along the beach quietly, she stopped again b y the crash to examine if she was baddly hurt. Well..she was up and about and obviously thinking, her wrist was hurt but hopefully not too bad. Maybe a simple sprain. She felt a trckle of blood running down her cheek and found she had a cut on her cheek bone, then she looked at her legs, her jeans were ripped and she had a lot of bruises and scratches but other then that she was OK.

[princess pudding]

[ Accepted. ]

Mercedes stumbled up from her position in he warm sand, gasping and coughing against the humming of the engine. The massive plane piece gave a restless shudder, bursting into flames. Stiffening in horror, the wounded blonde looked around, searching for those stirring. She countered whether or not she should help the wounded, but it didn't take long for her to discover her own gashes.

Pip looked around in sheer alarm, her heart beginning to speed up. She couldn't move her right leg, and a gash on the side of her forhead had began to grow wet and sticky. What was going on? Where was Mum? Her whole body throbbed and she guessed it wouldn't take long for a bruise to form from the friendly suitcase that had nearly broken her spine. "Mum?" She cried out, voice cut off as she threw up a puddle of dark blood, her taste and smell tainted by the thick smoke clouding around her.

Try waking up on a remote beach after being stuck on a plane for three hours. Now picture it on flames with what’s left of that plane, and add a few dead bodies and screaming passengers. Still enjoying the view? He didn’t think so. After waking up to a humming plane engine ready to blow and pitiful screaming, Daxius was very aware of what had gone on. Or, at least, he had an idea. For thirty minutes now he’d been trying to tell himself he was dreaming or in a coma, but that didn’t make him feel much better and it wasn’t moving him or the frightened passengers away from the dangerous engine. Dax had gone camping before, but never really a plane crash expedition on a beach. What could he possibly do?

[Foe Paw]

ALISON DA SILVA | 29 | MALE | SINGLE

He laid down in the sand, staring at the sky full of smoke. A headache made his head pound loudly, and he had a good amount of certainty he had a broken rib. He tried taking a deep breath that was cut in the middle by a painful jab. "Broken ribs for sure", he gasped. Oh well. While they weren't lethal per se, it'd be hard breathing with them.
He stood up and made his way to the destroyed plane, examining the wreck around for something that might be useful, trying to keep his calm in the middle of all that blood, fire and pained screams. The luggage compartment was open, but a raging fire was burning inside of it. He stared inside of the plane; many people were still tied to their places, some of them trapped by twisted iron, most dead or unconscious. It seemed everyone who could already made it out of the plane, he mused.
Maybe there was some exploitable hand baggage on the overhead compartment? He stepped inside of the plane, avoiding the fires, but when he tried to raise the hands to open the compartment, the sheer pain on his ribs stopped him again. Deciding it was dumb trying to do it alone, he looked around, searching for a more or less whole-looking survivor.

[Dawnbreeze10210]

Jazlyn dipped her hoodie sleeve into the salt water close to her feet then walked away back towards the plane again. She dabbed at her cheek with the wet salt water part of her sleeve where she cut was making sure it wouldn't get infected or anything.