When All Is Lost [Post-Apocalyptic World RP]

[-Kaylin-]

Kaylin shook her head in disagreement. "No, hunting is the fun thing." She said, the town hall was quiet today. She glanced around, and then back at Zander. "When was the last time you have seen Megan or Mike?" She asked. Pushing a strand of her hair, behind her ear.

[Missing-One]

Dustin walked out of his house, a small basket clasped in his hands. His gaze swept the streets, resting on the faces of the various towns people mulling around for a second before moving on. His focus hesitated on a younger boy, no older than 16 perhaps? He tilted his head, searching his memory to put a name to a face. By the wary look on the kid's face, it was easy to say he was obviously new.

Sighing, the man set the basket down on one of the cracked steps of his house. Wiping his hands off on his pants, he walked forward and approached Asher. He came up slowly, careful not to come off as a threat.

"Hello. Im Dustin." He introduced, holding out a hand. "Do you need any help?"

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Maddie followed his gaze and found David at the end of it. She frowned and rolled her eyes. Honestly, she didn't think it was that big of a deal. Mike wasn't even his son, and Megan was, what, 14 now? She could take care of herself, and if Mike was with her, he was safe as well. Although Megan was a bit of a spazz, she didn't doubt that she wasn't capable.

Muttering, she nodded and started walking. "Yeah. Come on, Kaylin." She beckoned to her friend with her hand, ignoring the comment on how Hunting was better.

[twiggy]

Zander was already shuffling towards the forest. "Like an hour and a half ago. Can we go?" His head was bent low, and his shoulders hunched, he looked rather obvious. He sped up, taking long strides. "So, whats your names?"

Megan continued along, getting to the pilots cabin. She slowly pulled it open, mildly frightened about what she was about to see. She slowly peaked in, a curl coming undone in the process. She pulled her head out, deciding shed rather not lose her breakfast over looking in a tiny cabin area. She pulled one of the masks from the roof, and made her way back outside through the giant crack. "Im done, lets go on!"

[compulsive]

{ Thank you. }

Thayer

The boy wandered aimlessly outside, looking for something to entertain himself. His hair was messy and his grey t-shirt looked worn, but was comfortable and soft. He has woken up an half hour prior to this little walk and trek for entertainment, his eyes were still a bit heavy from sleep.

Aldabella

Aldabella walked beside her older brother, pulling her fingers through her blonde hair. She was wearing jeans and a loose grey t-shirt, slightly lighter colored than her brother's. Her eyelids were heavy with the memory of sleep. The girl, like her brother, had woken up recently when their mother told them it was too late to still be sleeping and that they should go outside. She and her brother, Aldabella thought, were a lot alike. They slept in late, wore the same kinds of clothes, and they looked very much alike, if you looked past their eye color and hair color.

[Valleh]

Asher watched as Dustin walked up to him, wanting to run on instinct, but knowing he probably meant no harm. He stared as this stranger held his hand out to him, and introduced himself. His eyes darted around him, on the watch for any more suspicious people, just to be safe. Not seeing anything worth mentioning, he unwillingly stuck out his hand. "Asher," he muttered.

[Stiles]

{ I hope it's alright if I use my own form. }

| LUKAS | DIEGO | JORRIN |

Username: Stiles
Name: "The name's Lukas Diego Jorrin, in case you're wondering. But I go by Luke." Lukas was named after his great, great, great grandfather who served in Vietnam and afterward, became an artist.
Gender: "Male. Quite obviously." Luke is a male, though sometimes he despises his gender for his own pleasure in sneaking around, though that was when he was really young and had no education of the female body. XD
Age: "Well, if you want to get technical, I'm 26 years old. But mentally, I'm roughly around three years old. And I'm lovin' every bit of it." Though he acts immature and looks younger than he really is, Lukas is twenty-six years old. He considers himself grown up, even when he fools around.
Appearance: "I'm tall, have brown hair. Brown eyes. I work out, so I'm muscular, but not in that obsessed-with-my-abs kind of way. I'm just your typical guy." Lukas has shoulder-length brown hair. It's usually messy and never brushed. He has dark, wise eyes with flecks of gold in them. Being 6'3" and over 160 lbs, Lukas is your average guy, if you exclude the part of his personality and the way he dresses; always in denim, a jacket, and his hat, his cocky smile and teasing eyes gives him a look of superiority.
Personality: "In fact, a lot of people find me charming." Lukas, not being your ordinary guy, isn't one to rely on. He is cocky, a smart-alek and is extremely challenging. He is slightly strange, due to his obsession with anything that opens, closes, or moves around in circles (Ex.: a fan hanging on the ceiling; he can watch it go round and round for who knows how long). He constantly loves to listen to sound; he sings, he plays music, he whistles, he taps his feet. He is never bored. Liking to annoy people by his roughness, he constantly is wondering around to bother people- he isn't easily frightened or scared off, even when people clearly hate him. This guy isn't your every-day buddy.
History: "That... seems to be my business." Can I role-play this one out?
Crush: "Well. I'll have to take a looky at the women before I make any final calls." Lukas is known to be a born thief. He is also known to be the most unwanted man in history, due to his problems with girls - he always ends up dumping them.
Job/Rank: "Well, actually, I would appreciate it if I could be a raider... or something dangerous like that... things like that are just... just cool." Would it be alright if he could be a raider?
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: "At the moment, no." He is single, but is a bit too hard to catch. He's bored with the idea of having another girlfriend, but instead, wants to go straight for a while.
Anything else: "Um, no... wait, actually yes; I would insist on trying to avoid me. I'm not the well-liked type, if you haven't noticed." Nope.

| DEVON | ELLIS | FRY

Username: Stiles
Name: "My name's Devon Lee Fry. But call me Fry." Fry was known to go as a guy before she actually grew up and became mature- even now she disguises herself as a man on certain occasions such as the war or needing to hide her gender in case of having to spy or anything. But now, being older and now more controlled, she just goes by Fry.
Gender: "Well...." This part is complicated. Being actually female, Devon disguised herself as a boy for many years. The reason why was an easy answer; Fry hated people messing with her, especially when she started growing up- she had been a slave before, at age of twelve, but soon killed the man who owned her and hid out.
Age: "I've just turned seventeen, sir." Fry was born in the spring.
Appearance: "I'm... tall. Taller than a lot of the girls in my family. I have hazel eyes. Umm, I'm not that particular out of a crowd. I have close-cropped hair, thin lips. A scar on my neck from... a fight. I don't know; I guess I'm like any... other person." Fry was born special; with her mother's perfect nose and her father's thin lips, eyes, and hair, she was a perfect mix of her family. But defaults come along with everybody. Fry was born infertile, which she didn't mind much since she decided never to have kids. Yet that was a disappointment to her family.
Personality: "Tough question..." Fry isn't exactly your ordinary girl. Being the daughter of a drug dealer for most of her life, Fry is best known for her trickery and staying away from bad things. She is sly and smooth; she likes to stay out of the way and has no interest in making friends with the wrong people. She doesn't talk much about... well, anything, to anyone, but when she does, she is usually pointing something out or asking a question. She's humble and usually likes to keep a low profile, so she doesn't like to get all friendly with someone new. Fry is bright, but normally doesn't like to show her intelligence to anyone until she can fully trust them without being afraid of sharing secrets. She only seems to unfold into herself as a nice and caring person is when she is either around people she likes and trusts, or her family members.

History: "Well..." Can I role-play this out?
Crush: "Nope." Fry would rather die than to love.
Job/Rank: "Sir... I'd l-like to become a guard." Would it be alright if she could be a guard?
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: "No, sir." She doesn't plan on liking anybody, but she is single.
Anything else: "No." Nah.

[Valleh]

You are accepted, welcome to the roleplay :3c

[Missing-One]

Maddie shoved her hands in her pockets, walking through the grass and kicking rocks that lay in her way. "I'm Maddie, and she's Kaylin." She replied simply, glancing at Zander out of the corner of her eye. "I'm surprised I haven't seen you around." She paused, looking at the trees they passed. "Then again, if you spend all your time sleeping instead of working, I guess it's not actually that surprising."


(( You can roleplay it out, yeah. The history doesn't exactly need to be a big part of the story. Also, could you add what professions your characters play as? ))

[twiggy]

He shrugged, looking ahead. "Im out at night usually, the waters calmer and less people are out." He frowned for a second, before shrugging again. "Eh, whatever." He turned to look at them, green eyes lightly bouncing from one girl to the other "So, you want to be a raider, and you want to be a hunter?"

[-Kaylin-]

Kaylin, who got distracted, turned back to Maddie. "Wha-..Oh, yeah, I'm Kaylin. Hey Maddie, do you want to go to the market?" She asked, turning her head back. "Yeah, I want to be a hunter. Bow and arrow." She nodded.


i..writer block.