1 x 1 Roleplay with Ƥiper and SecretFairytale

[Keletheryl]

They were once trapped on an island. Two did not make it off the island, but the rest did. They survived. They had survived curveballs, deaths, births, limited supplies, natural disasters... and now, they must be a part of society again. They've been rescued. How will they adapt back into the normal lifestyle, after some have been gone for two years? How will they survive in their new habitat... the city? Back home, back to normal, after all that. Can they handle the norm?

Characters

Ƥiper
Caterina Calough {Cat}, 20, Female, Boyfriend: Tyler, Sibling: Charlie
Charlie Calough, 23, Male, Girlfriend: Esta Marie, Sibling: Cat
Max Wolfe, 23, Male, Wife: Ella, Sibling: Jenny
Laney Fixen, 21, Female, Boyfriend: Alex, Sibling: N/A
Claey Jeramiah, 14, Male, Girlfriend: Jenny, Sibling: Amy
Talia Landsworth, not even a year yet, Female, Boyfriend: N/A, Sibling: Finn
Amy Jeramiah, 13, Female, Boyfriend: N/A, Sibling: Claey


SecretFairytale
Ella Wolfe, 22, Female, Husband: Max, Sibling: Tyler
Tyler Landsworth, 22, Male, Girlfriend: Cat, Sibling: Ella
Alex Hillman, 21, Male, Girlfriend: Laney, Sibling: N/A
Jenny Wolfe, 13, Female, Boyfriend: Claey, Sibling: N/A
Finnigan Landsworth {Finn}, 3, Male, Girlfriend: N/A, Sibling: Talia
Esta-Marie Rose, 23, Female, Boyfriend: Charlie, Sibling: N/A
Justin ______, 14, Male, Girlfriend: N/A, Sibling: N/A

[littleghosthunter]

Name: Ella Prescott
"Hi, I'm Ella Prescott. Me mum named me after me great aunt, who died a few day's after I was born. Prescott is me mums maiden name. And since her and papa had been fihgitng day's before she gave birth to me, she gave me her maiden name as me last name."
Nickname: Prescott
"Not to offend anyone, but seriously nicknames are so stupid! I mean I have met people who have nicknames like. It's so horrible, and stupid I can't even say it! Like seriously who woke up one day and was like, oh well I think we'll just start giving people mean and cruel nicknames. I mean seriously! I think if you want to call me anything besides Ella, call me Prescott"
Age: Eighteen years young
"I'm eighteen years young. I was born on July 4th. I used to love my birthday being on the 4th of July. But it's got so boring and not fun anymore. I mean my family is special and all, I just want someone really special to spend that day with. And besides me mum told me it's just down right rude to ask, a women her age. So don't ask again."
Gender: Female
"Ummm, last I checked I was 100% female. Trust me, I am female. No need to check because I am, just take my word."

Birthplace: Ireland
"I was born July 4th, in Mullingar Ireland. It's quite the fun place to grow up in, especially when your sharing the moments with your best friends."
Heritage: Well....
"I'm not one to learn my life from when we lived in Ireland. My moms full Irish. But my dad's whole family is British so I have two different ones, and I don't plan on learning, or memorizing either of them. But yeah and obviously I'm not one to think about that so."
Vocabulary: I'm Irish
"My family comes from Ireland. Well except me dad. Me dad is British. But because I grew up with, around Irish friends and family, that's my accent. Though it's just a hint of British, I don't understand how but whatever."

Crush: Don't have one.
”well everyone thinks I have a crush on this one boy, but there soooo wrong. I like Niall, from one direction. But he doesn't know I exist so I remain without a crush"
Boyfriend: I'm a single Pringle.
"I am single. I've been single for a very long time. And trust me I don't have a boyfriend. But I'm not sure i want one. Soooo, yeah"

Overall description:
Ella is a good 5'7, standing at normal height for most girl's of her age.Well most of the women she has grown up around have been around that height, but really not everybody's the same...but anyways.Her hair is a dirty blonde ending at about her mid-back.In movements, her hair may sometimes resemble the way of a flowing river, but that usually mostly only happens when a slight breeze, helps by tooling with it and cause's it to flutter along with it gently.The way her bangs fall they cover up half of her left eye, in which happens to be a light ocean blue color, that often sparkles with a certain happiness, that somewhat never dulls, not matter the mood.As for any body modifications, or in other words tattoo's or piercings, she has her ears pierced and then a tatoo on her wrist, a crosstattoo on the back of her neck. Ira skin is a clear, soft natural light tan color, with only a couple small cinnamon freckles that mostly blend in with her skin, that sprinkle across her collar bone.But there also is birth mark that rests on her right hip, that consists of a light cinnamon color, and that shape of a heart.
Personality: I guess it's pretty big.
Ella has more of a mixed personality.The many traits that form together to make this young lady up, are very present at times and other times they stay hidden in the shadows.But the more you get to know her then in the end you will have uncovered them all, and they will be present and known to your knowledge.So first off Ira is a very determined young lady, in other words she strongly motivated to succeed.And that's in anything.Weither it's homework for school, a job that she has been assigned to do, anything.She never backs down from a challenge, and any problem that is presented to her is something that she will try to resolve, and get around without letting it drag her down on the way to being the best she possible can.She always believes that being you is the altamet best is the biggest reward in life, but other's may disagree with that factor, but to be honest she could care less.But to go along with her uncaring of what people think, it's true.She really could truly care less about what anybody has in opinion in her, or well really she only pays no attention to rude or snotty comments directed towards her, were as any compliments she receives, she will return the kind person with a compliment of her own in pure respect for other citizens, where as other homo sapiens, or in other words humans, lack that certain trait.But also Ira, can be a very stubborn person, that doesn't like to listen or take orders from anyone, instead do her own thing, anytime she wants.So maybe I guess you could say she is a bit of a rebellious teen, but she isn't the kind of rebellious that trash's everything and draws graffiti and everything on bridges and train sides, in her opinion that's just stupid.But yet these are just the outer layers of Ella, so I guess you could say she might be a bit like a onion.But trust me its only because of the layers, not because when ever your around her she makes you cry or something...remember just the layers.

For the inner part that's down deep and may possibly take a time to dig into.It's full of caring and sweetness.I guess sometimes you could call Ira a bit of a flirt.For if there is a guy that she has a attraction to she will play around with him.Almost as if it's a test, she will bring out the charm and her funny, happy side and use it against the guy.If he falls for her within a split second after that, she simply will just walk away without a word.This is because she wants a guy who will get to know her for who she is before he falls for her, like every one time makes up a better relationship.But anyways to go on with it. Ella is quite a caring person that will no matter what always help a person that is in need, but really the doesn't mean she is the kind of person to just pick up hitch hikers, and let homeless people sleep in her bed.No she's not that nice.But if she has a friend that might need something or what not she will try and get it for them.Also once someone gets to know Ira they really find out how outgoing and fun she is.when ever she's is in the middle of two people fighting she will always try to bring peace amongst them, by making jokes and just staying calm, and not getting all tensed up and still like most people would do.She has a deep passion for music, and really loves playing piano, no matter if its a electric piano or a regular one, and she often sing songs, and really her voice is pretty good.But the many things that she always sings tell a story about something, weither its her life or someone else's.So really I guess you could describe Ella as deep, when it comes to her inner layers."
History: It's kinda sad.
" I was born in Mullingar, Ireland. During the summer, in July 4th. I know I know, I should be excited because it's on the Fourth of July, yay! Not really, it was exciting when I was younger, but now that I'm older not really. Anyway, about my past life first. Alright here goes nothing. My life, it was all going good. Until that one fateful night. That horrible night, it took the life of my mother and my younger sister. I was seven years old, and my parents had sent me to bed early. Because they were fighting, and my moms didn't want me to have to put up with it. But I didn't actually go to bed, I sat by the other doorway to the living room. And I listened to their conversation. It ended with my dad screaming, and he stormed out of the house. And my mom, she fell to her knees crying. And I crawled into the room, and hugged her. She looked at me as tears stained her cheeks. She picked me up, carrying me to my room. And she laid me in the bed, and laid down next to me. I curled up in her arms, as she cried. After a while her sobs, turned into her soft voice singing me to sleep. I fell asleep no problems. And I woke up in the middle of the night to hear my mothers screams, I crawled out of bed, and walked down stairs. I hid not wanting to be spotted as I watched them. Those horrible, men. Murder my mother, there was two of them. But one was doing the dirty, he looked a lot like my father. But I couldn't tell. After they left I crawled over to my mom, sobbing and screaming her name. She hushed me and said, it's alright baby girl. Don't worry about mommy, I love you. I love you soo much, take care of yourself and your sister. Don't let no harm come to either of you. She said then she kissed my cheek, and she stopped breathing. My mother died in my arms. And I knew what I had to do, I ran upstairs to get my sister, and I heard her cry's coming from her room. I walked over, and opened the slightly ajar door. And what I seen, was the worst thing you could ever imagine. The guy who murdered my mother, bashing my sisters head in. I ran out the front door, and to my neighbors. I knocked on the door, rapidly, and until they opened it. They looked down at me, and asked me whats wrong leading me into the house. I explained to her, while her husband called the police and the ambulance. It didn't matter though because my sister and mom were dead already by the time they arrived. They questioned me and for me being seven I was calm. I answered their questions truthfully.

And since my father was the only family I had left, I was forced to live with him. He got remarried, not even a year after. I didn't like the woman he married she was so cruel to me. But her son, who was five years older than me, was kind and protective of me. One night he stayed at a friends house, and my stepmom was at the bar probably getting drunk. My father abused me all threw the night until my stepmom came home, and they got into a fight. Then it was her turn to hurt me, she always beat me. Because she blamed every mistake, and everything she did on me. By this time I was thirteen, and my brother was eighteen and moving out. And he took me with him, cause he didn't like to see me hurt. But I always had to stay home, because he couldn't afford to send me to school. And when he left for college I was left on the streets, because he lost the house. And the people wouldn't let me stay with him there. Eventually I started working, and I turned sixteen. The day before my sweet sixteen though, my brother was on his way down to surprise me. When he got into a car accident. He was badly injured and ended up dying, a week later. He left me everything he had. Money, car, most of the main things I need to survive. That's my past, it's in the past. And that's we're it's gonna stay."
Likes: A few things.
*Singing
*Music
*Chinese food
*Nicknames
*Painting
*Drawing
*The smell of a new car
*Rain
*Painting my nails
*Being hugged from behind
Dislikes: A few more things.
*Homophobes
*Bullying
*Discrimination
*Sharks
*Spiders
*The dark
*Wet grass
*The smell of paint
*Getting frizzy hair

Family: I love me family
"All I have is me self, I don't talk to my father or me step mother. Me mum, and stepbrother is dead. So I have me friends that are like my family, and meself."
Pets: I have five animals.
"I have two dogs. One's a female husky, her name is Samba. My other one is a pup, she's a golden retriever. Her name is angel.I have three cat's. Two bengals. Simon, and smokey. And a calico, named cutie pie. Yep those are my animals."

Phobias/disease's: Do they matter?
"I have a phobia of snakes and spiders, meaning I am absolutely terrified of them, there is no way that I will ever go near one, have one, touch one, just a big fat no...Also I have claustrophobia were I can't be cramped into tight spaces, or else I guess I sort of start to panic and freak out."
Other: Nothing
"Nothing that I can think of at the moment, but if anything come's to mind I will let you know c:"

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Name of charrie goes to me
Pictures belong to their rightful owners

My name is Tyler Joe Landsworth. I was named after my mother's father Tyler, and I got my dad's last name of Landsworth. I'm 18 and I was born on December 9th, 1994. I don't like having my birthday in the Christmas month. Normally I'd celebrate my birthday on Christmas, and it sucks. I'm a male, a dude, a guy, a gentleman, a boy. You can call me any of those but I'm defiantly male, or at least I was last time I checked. My mom died when I was 8 years old, and my dad died when I was 10. I then went to an orphanage. I got adopted when I was 12 and I still live with my adoptive parents. I have 3 "sisters" and they suck! There always hogging the bathroom, and fighting and yelling. I'm planning on moving out when I'm 19. I was born in Dallas, Texas and lived there till my dad died so I have a bit of a country accent. It's dissapering slightly, and I'm glad. Having a country accent doesn't fit me. I don't look like I'd have one and I hate it anyways. My "sisters" names are, Vicky, she's 17, Kris she's 19, and Keya, shes 12. My adoptive mom's name is Trish Countwell, and my adoptive dads name is Mark Countwell

I am a simple guy, and I guess I'm kind of a loner. When my mom died, I was diagnosed with depression. As my dad died, my health spiraled downward and I was in the hospital for a year. When I went back to the orphanage, it was only a couple of months before I was adopted. I began to talk again and my spirits raised. Now I'm a happy guy, and I am a joker. My friends are always laughing when I'm around. I love to play football, and I skateboard. I guess you can call me a jock. I'm good at sports. I don't talk a lot in front of tons of people, but I like to dance. Any type of dance I can do, but I'm best at break dancing and hip-hop. I'm a flirty guy, and I flirt with half the girls at school, not that they mind, but when I really like someone, I'm nervous and clumsy around them, and I stammer and stutter when I talk to them. I'm actually very smart, I pass every test I take, and I have straight A's each quarter. Everything just comes to me naturally, mostly because I remember almost everything that I hear. I don't really get mad or upset, but when I am mad, I tend to ignore you and glare at you, but I get over things fast. I don't hold grudges with anyone. I like cats, I have three, a brown tabby tom named Hijack, a white she-cat named Haiku, and a cream colored she-cat named coffee. I like hip-hop, I like the music because it's easy for me to dance to, and I like the dance because its fun and I enjoy it. I like girls, well duh! I hate suck up girls, there so annoying and rude to other people. I also hate golf, it's so boring and it shouldn't be considered a sport. It's offensive to the word sports. There aren't many things I hate. My hobbies are skateboarding which I do everyday whenever there's extra time, eating, I enjoy eating a lot, being on tumblr, as long as I have internet I'm on tumblr, and reading, I can read a 700 page book in an hour. I'm afraid of flying, airplanes and me don't mix, I will never get on an airplane in my life. I'm also afraid of heights, another reason I will never be in an airplane. I'm mostly afraid of dieing because I don't know what happens after you die. I don't want to live in darkness when I die. I'm allergic to seafood, it's a major allergy.

I have brown shaggy hair that is long enough to cover my eyes, though I normally have it off to the side, especially when I wear a hat, which is almost all the time. I have a muscular build, though I am quiet thin. I'm very strong and I have a six pack. I have broad-ish shoulders, and I have long legs which help me run faster. Normally I wear skinny jeans that sag a bit on me. I also wear a cool looking shirt with a slightly over-sized jacket over it, a hat, and converse shoes. I have a nose piercing and I plan on getting stitch tattoos over my lips, along with snakebites. My eyes are grey but they change colors depending on what color I'm wearing, or with my mood. I don't wear glasses or contacts, I have perfect eyesight. I am slightly pale, but I've gotten a bit tanner over the years. I'm 6'1 and I weigh 142 pounds.

Right now, I'm single, but I am looking for a girlfriend. All the girls I've dated we're so stuck up and rude, I dumped them. I want a girl whose, kind to other people, who is smart and can actually talk normally instead in texting language, and whose funny so she'll get my jokes. I also want her to be cute. The girl I want to date, I want to be a cat person, or at least a person who doesn't mind cats. I am straight, and I only date girls, though I have a friend who bisexual. I'm not really picky about who I date, though I probably should be or else, I'll be dating stuck-up girls forever.


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[Keletheryl]

((You put so much effort into your forms and then there is me. xD And I was thinking of doing something like that too. But I didn't.))

Cat woke up, her head throbbing. She groaned and rolled over, feeling sand underneath her. Confused, she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the sand. Where was she? Why was she in sand? The last thing she remembered was getting up in the morning. She sat up and looked around. The ocean sounded beside her in soft, gentle waves. But there were branches of palm trees thrown around her as if there had been a storm. She stood up and looked around. She searched her memory but couldn't find anything. "Hello?" she called out, hoping her brother would come galloping around the corner and laugh at her. When he didn't, she started to panic. Something didn't seem right. "Hello?" she called out again. No answer. She whipped around, looking at where she was. On a beach. Behind her was a forest area. In front of her was the ocean. Beside her were two big rocks that blocked her path. She would have to go through the forest. She turned around and gazed at the forest, her breathing coming out faster. She examined the forest, wondering what she would find in there. Then she stepped forwards, climbing through the branches and into the darkness.

Charlie sighed and checked his phone. Drenched. When he had been thrown from the boat, he had tried to grab a hold of his sister. But she was thrown off the opposite side from him and soon after, he was thrown into the water. Right before he went over, he saw her head connect with the edge of the boat. He hoped she was okay. He had fought the waves, grabbed a hold of a bit of the boat as it broke apart in the storm, and swam as far as he could before climbing onto the boat piece and falling asleep from exhaustion. He woke up to find himself washed up on a shore. Now he sat with his back on a palm tree, his hair plastered to his forehead.

[littleghosthunter]

Ella propped herself up with her elbows, but quickly rolled onto her side as she began coughing. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, once she had finished coughing. She looked around, seeing the remains of the wrecked boat laying all around her. She rubbed her fore head, before standing up. She looked down at her drenched cloths, sticking to her skin. She ran her hand threw her soaking hair, getting it out of her face. "Ugh what happened?" She groaned as she looked around. It hadn't dawned on her until she didn't get an answer. She turned around just now realizing she was alone. Ella bit her lip, "maybe if I stick to the beach I'll find someone" she mumbled as she started to make her way opposite of the rocks that were now behind her. After a while of walking, she was tired and still not dry. She spotted a figure leaning up against a palm tree, and sighed knowing that she wasn't alone anymore. She slowly made her way over to the figure, "Charlie?" She asked recognizing him once she got closer to him.

Tyler was awoken by a faint voice yelling in the distance, "wh-who's there?" He called out but it came out in a whisper. He rubbed his throat, it stung and that made his voice raspy. He need something to drink, but he had nothing it all disappeared when they were thrown off the boat. Tyler sighed laying back down, he ached all over and it hurt to even move. But he rolled onto his stomach and forced himself up. He looked around, and went in the direction he had heard the voice coming from. Once he got there all he noticed where two big rocks in his path, he sighed looking to the ground. "Foot prints, leading into the forest" he said as he slowly began to follow them. But he soon ended up tangled in a bunch of branches, red marks from where some had come back and smacked him. He sighed giving up, at least he was out of the sun.

[Keletheryl]

Cat hear a rustling in the bushes and stiffened, grabbing a random branch she found lying around. It was dark and spooky in the woods. She followed the rustling as good as she could-she had only had one shoe so she threw the other one and was now barefoot- until she spotted something in the darkness. A blob. Since she didn't remember who anybody was or why she was even here, she jumped out and whacked the thing with her stick.

Charlie looked up, seeing somebody in front of him. "Rose?" he said, "Is that you?" he grinned and jumped up, walking over to her. "Hey, Ella. Are you okay?" the smile was wiped from his face.

[littleghosthunter]

Ella ran her hand threw her hair. "Yeah I think so, I can't remember what happened though. All I remember is a storm, and then it's just nothing" she said. She sighed and stared out over the water, "god I hope everyone's alright" she said. "Charlie what exactly happened? And where are we?" She asked fear clear in her eyes.

Tyler froze when he heard, and saw the figure walking towards him. "Ow, ow hey what are you doing?" He said finally falling out of the tangle of branches and onto the ground.

[Keletheryl]

Cat looked at him. "Who are you? Why were you lurking in the shadows? Where am I?" She ordered, clutching her stick.

Charlie shrugged. "I don't know. Some remote island would be my guess. I'm worried about Cat. I saw her hit her head on the way off the boat, and god knows where Tyler is."

[littleghosthunter]

Ella rubbed her temple, and sighed. She looked back at Charlie, "let's just hope their safe" she muttered before glancing at the forest. "And that we survive" she added.

"My names Tyler, I was lurking because I was looking for some one other than just me so I wasn't alone. And I don't know if I did I would tell you" Tyler said.

[Keletheryl]

Cat looked at him, squinting. "Tyler... Charlie!" She rushed forwards and threw her arms around him. She stood back. "Do you k ow where Charlie is? I'm sorry about the stick.. I remember going to the boat with you guys... But nothing else."

[littleghosthunter]

Tyler looked at her, "well no I don't know..... And Ella's somewhere around here, maybe Ella and Charlie found each other, and then all we'd have to do is find them" he said.

Ella sat down in the sand and sighed, tugging he that over to one shoulder. "Charlie what are we gonna do?" She said, looking up at him.