「 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 | apocalyptic create-a 」── ❖

[Swimmerpug]

Balsamclan
Once upon a time, there were two twins named Sabrina and Sable. One saturday morning, their parents had to go do a quick errand.After a while, they still havent returned.Sable offered to look for them. Unfortunately he didnt return either. By this point, Sabrina learned that the zombies have started appearing. Once she got over the big shock, she organised a group that would accomodate her and any survivors. She and her twin brother have always enjoyed the warrior cats book series, so thats what Sabrina would base her group s rules and culture on. By extension, she also decided to believe in Starclan. At first it was just to cope with her new reality but eventually, through the placebo effect shed actually end up believing in Starclan. In addition to this, she believed that when a Starclan believer died, theyd transform into a cat in order to go to Starclan and that all cats had previously been dead humans who have gone to Starclan. Sabrina is leader and names herself Ebonystar. The camp is based in her large house which also includes a library, this is a useful place for all clan members to get their information. The top floor is used for clan meetings and ceremonies. Whenever Ebonystar wants to talk to Starclan, she goes to the greenhouse and waters a specific tree.
May I request for her to look like this?
Ebonystar https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-wear ... s-1082962/

[astrophile.]

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retribution| \ ˌre-trə-ˈbyü-shən
punishment administered for wrongdoing, sin, or injury

[ ✦ ] ▬▬▬▬▬ xx 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

welcome to new york city - or what's left of it, really - where the group retribution makes their home. the hustle and bustle of downtown manhattan is now a thing of the past; the city that never slept now lays dormant and silent. the city has since been reclaimed by wildlife and overgrown with vegetation. those who were smart and able to got out. the military took over, curfews were put in place and rations handed out. anyone who disobeyed was dealt with accordingly. that was until a young man by the name of fletcher, an ex-marine, and a group of civilians overthrew the government after a long and bloody battle, and put in place their own group. hence where the group's name originates. for the first time since the outbreak, things were seemingly good. however, this peace would prove to be short lived, when a swarm of walkers invaded, turning many and killing even more. the group was disbanded, with many presumed to be dead. it is now up to fletcher to relocate the lost members and rebuild retribution.

retribution's residents call an old abandoned apartment complex home. livestock are kept in a nearby factory, with plenty of bedding to keep them comfortable. scavengers search abandoned buildings for resources while the coursers hunt the plentiful wildlife and gather fruits and vegetables. sentries guard the complex and patrol, keeping an eye out for infected and outsiders. retribution is a tight-knit group, and every person is expected to look out for each other and put the best interest of the group above themselves. the members are generally unwelcoming and cold to outsiders, although the young, sick, and injured are usually brought in, at least to be nursed back to health. new members must earn their spot in the group and prove their worth before being officially accepted into the group.

[ ✦ ] ▬▬▬▬▬ xx 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

sovereign -- leader
regent -- second-in-command; takes the rank of sovereign when the previous one dies or retires
medic -- pretty much what it sounds like

commander -- heads of the coursers, sentries, scavengers, and patrollers
coursers -- hunt for prey
sentries -- guard the camp and occasionally patrol
scavengers -- scavenge houses and other buildings for materials
patrollers -- patrol the borders and report back anything out of the ordinary


cadets -- trainees
caretakers -- care for the juveniles; includes mothers and others too old or injured to work elsewhere
juveniles -- infants and children under the age of thirteen

[ ✦ ] ▬▬▬▬▬ xx 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

starting at level one
i prefer pictures over descriptions ^.^
requesting him as my founder as well as his loyal stallion
each ageing will be by three months

really excited for this!

[carpe noctem.]

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Balsamclan
Once upon a time, there were two twins named Sabrina and Sable. One saturday morning, their parents had to go do a quick errand.After a while, they still havent returned.Sable offered to look for them. Unfortunately he didnt return either. By this point, Sabrina learned that the zombies have started appearing. Once she got over the big shock, she organised a group that would accomodate her and any survivors. She and her twin brother have always enjoyed the warrior cats book series, so thats what Sabrina would base her group s rules and culture on. By extension, she also decided to believe in Starclan. At first it was just to cope with her new reality but eventually, through the placebo effect shed actually end up believing in Starclan. In addition to this, she believed that when a Starclan believer died, theyd transform into a cat in order to go to Starclan and that all cats had previously been dead humans who have gone to Starclan. Sabrina is leader and names herself Ebonystar. The camp is based in her large house which also includes a library, this is a useful place for all clan members to get their information. The top floor is used for clan meetings and ceremonies. Whenever Ebonystar wants to talk to Starclan, she goes to the greenhouse and waters a specific tree.
May I request for her to look like this?
Ebonystar https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-wear ... s-1082962/


── ❖ Balsamclan has been founded by Ebonystar. Your mod will be assigned shortly.



Ashburn





Ashburn is located in southern Georgia, in the heart of peanut production area. When the apocalypse first began, the town was abandoned. A group of survivors from Atlanta fled south to escape hordes that were overtaking the crowd. Exhausted and confused, they traveled for days looking for a semblance of help or safety. Eventually they found a miracle. A massive farm filled with plenty of peanut plants, seemingly just ready to pick. The survivors suddenly had enough food to last them weeks. In this miracle people believed that this was gift from a higher power, creating a very religious society. Living in a small farmhouse, the survivors share rooms and living quarters, mainly focusing on making sure their peanut crops succeed to allow the society to continue.

Can I request images of the members of my group. Could my founder please have an axe


── ❖ Ashburn has been founded, their leader also carries an axe. Your mod will be assigned shortly.




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retribution| \ ˌre-trə-ˈbyü-shən
punishment administered for wrongdoing, sin, or injury

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i prefer pictures over descriptions ^.^
requesting him as my founder as well as his loyal stallion
each ageing will be by three months


── ❖ Retribution has been founded by Fletcher, alongside his trusty stallion. Your mod will be assigned shortly.



𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑺 𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨
blaise goes hunting
avas scavenges
blaise+avas patrol for new members
three fasting posts left.
note: please no deaths yet,
photos/gifs are appreciated !


── ❖ Blaise catches a single large bird.
── ❖ Avas finds a survivor while scavenging.
── ❖ Blaise and Avas find a survivor who has experience as a doctor. You can choose for them to become a regular member, or become a healer within your group.
── ❖ Your mod will be assigned shortly.




OVERVIEW
welcome to eden, the technology paradise of the world, filled with bright neon lights and crowds of people. of course life here wasn't too pretty as corporate entities were the puppet masters of the city, leave the citizens to their own devices. as if the hectic environment couldn't get any worse a disease broke out, killing thousands. the only problems was, they didn't stay dead.
the infection spread, no one was safe from it. the population began to decrease and only few remain.
a group emerged slowly after the events unfolded, called the ghosts, filled with people who want to band together to help survive while this plague destroys the world.

HIERARCHY
boss- the leader
assistant- the second in command
generals- leaders of patrols, scavenging trips, and hunting parties

doctors-the healers
hounds- goes on patrols
vultures- scavenge for items
jaguars-the hunters

trainees- the young that train to be a hound, vulture, or jaguar
mothers- expecting or had children
children- kids too young to be trainees


i am restarting entirely. requesting that alaina be my founder and that she starts off with a gun. requesting pictures instead of descriptions for all my people. tier one difficulty!


── ❖ The Ghosts have been founded by Alaina and her gun. Your mod will be assigned shortly.










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Aboard the Cassiopeia, the once acclaimed exploration interstellar ship, of which entailed the colonies for the farther parts of the cosmos before tragedy struck. The virus of generations past, the virus-z has it is now recorded has managed its way onto the ship, killing all the inhabitants sparing one at the time a twelve-year-old, their wits and assistance of a sentient Ai, ejected all of the undead into the harboring space.

Now the ship serves as a living hub and home for those who are running away from viruses and a place to call home.

The ranks would be of course of a traditional ship.

Alyx and their ever-faithful canine comrade. Jesse

everything will be of tier level one.

a mixture of pictures and descriptions please.



── ❖ Cassiopeia has been founded by Alyx and her dog. Your mod will be assigned shortly.




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indentthis is my second group. requesting that bjørn (skin tone 2A, hair color 60, eye color light blue) rise to found and lead the umbrella academy with the allfather’s blessing and his trusty companion, tawenn.
indentasking that noctem remain my moderator, also please give traits until i can transfer them [tier one difficulty]


── ❖ Umbrella Academy has been founded by Bjorn and his dog. Your mod will be assigned shortly.




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i am requesting cason o'shea as my founder and a female bison to accompany him. as for my group's image,
you may use this. thank you!


── ❖ Township has been founded by Cason and his Bison. Your mod will be assigned shortly.



𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑨𝒀𝑨 𝑳𝑼𝑵𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑫
Request: Mishka requests a survivor
Medic Supply Run: Senona (equipped: knife) and Zola (equipped: bow)
Hunting: Mishka (equipped: ax | companions: Calina/Matryoshka), Bruno (equipped: knife), Leonardo, Brandon, and Abel
Scavenging: Mishka (equipped: ax | companions: Calina/Matryoshka), Bruno (equipped: knife), Leonardo, Brandon, and Abel
Patrolling: Mishka (equipped: ax | companions: Calina/Matryoshka), Bruno (equipped: knife), Leonardo, Brandon, and Abel


── ❖ Mishka has been granted a survivor.
── ❖ Senona and Zola find x1 cold press.
── ❖ Mishka, Bruno, Leonardo, Brandon and Abel catch x1 Squirrel and x1 Rabbit.
── ❖ Mishka, Bruno, Leonardo, Brandon and Abel encounter a Sprinter, but Matryoshka kills it.
── ❖ Mishka, Bruno, Leonardo, Brandon and Abel find a survivor who claims to have family outside the groups territory that need medical attention. Will you choose to help them?
── ❖ Your mod will be assigned shortly.



Icon.




A refuge of some sorts forged into the wilderness of the Canadian woods, some would argue the dangers of the dense woods and the chill persistent in Canadian weather aren't worth the refuge. They may not be entirely incorrect. The wondering souls of survivors that find their way deep into the woods seek shelter from not only the cold, or the undead, but from living, breathing humans too. Since the fall of humankind, society had changed drastically and with the new dangers of the walking dead, humans themselves became a threat to survivors; turning on each other, stealing, waging pointless wars over few resources. New societies much like this one opted to stray as far as they were willing from where other groups roamed.

The group is shrouded in mystery if one ever hears of them; they're usually not heard about, or heard from. Ironically due to a sturdy enough tower higher up, they have a semi-working radio and walkie-talkies. If members of the group are ever spotted hiking through the woods or scavenging from the old towns, they can be identified by their darker clothes and are almost always wearing something to cover the lower half of their faces, be it masks, scarves, or outdoor sports scarves/ski masks (examples: x, x, x, x). Just to keep that whole mysterious vibe. Whilst seemingly dangerous if you will, the group often take in any stragglers and offer help when needed, though are quite reluctant to engage with other groups/societies due to the fear they have of trusting other humans given the circumstances of the new world.

Enough room cleared out between the dense trees creates a sufficient enough camp. An old settlement that had been built in the woods years prior still standing acted as shelters. An old barn had enough room to store supplies, livestock, or people if needed. The wooden shelters to the side could serve as stables for horses, and a fenced off paddock provides room for roaming livestock. A farmhouse to accompany the barn was the main shelter for the camp, with bedrooms & bathrooms, a kitchen and a decently sized living room with its own fire place. There was a garden a small walk away too, hopes of growing a sustainable crop farm building slowly. The group seem to rely almost solely on the farm for food, seeming to take up a mostly vegetarian diet. They weren't completely isolated here in the woods, those who had been here long enough knew how to navigate the dense forest, able to give directions to a small town further down.

May I please start at level one? I'd prefer pictures for the characters please, and a cat companion for now, the group will age by 3 months. Requesting him as my founder please.



── ❖ The Lost has been founded by a man and his cat. Your mod will be assigned shortly.





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"ahoy, matey!"...is something a stereotypical pirate would say. well, the eels aren't your typical band of swashbucklers. this crew is headed by levi kozlov, the son of a merchant, who just recently was able to buy back his mother's boat by pillaging caches of abandoned treasures. if you ask his friends, if he had any, they'd tell you he's the perfect sort to be a pirate.

the ship they explore with is called "the loyal eel". like their name, the people of the ship are known to be loyal to a fault. they are kind and patient with everyone, even if they're strangers. levi will always be willing to do a quick favor or transport if there is reward involved.

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to scavenge and find their materials, the sailors use their boat to travel to the world's islands, pillaging any remaining towns and supply caches, as well as picking up new crew mates and fending off the undead. it takes about 3 months for the pirates to reach their new destinations, and they will be aged as such.

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the ship itself is rather large. levi's mother was a large part of the old spice trades, and made frequent cross-ocean cargo trips. the ship has two large cargo holds, and one additional one for livestock. the captain, first mate, and doctor each have their own cabins, but the regular crew mates sleep in the large area below deck. most sleep in hammocks, but children (fondly referred to as guppies) and mothers often sleep on mattresses. above deck is very spacious, and has enough room for everyone to be comfortable. however, inevitably, another ship will be needed to hold all of the eels' members, maybe even expanding to a whole fleet.



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fghgjk im so excited for pirate babies!!! i would like pictures instead of descriptions, please!

i will be starting off with levi as my founder, and his loyal assistant kraken



── ❖ The Eels have been founded by Levil and his dog. Your mod will be assigned shortly.

[Kazin]

this is my starter from the old thread. I will be continuing where the Anthology left off, if that's ok?

credit


The library was always Harper's get away. It was basically her home, even before the apocalypse struck - she knows the shelves and the layout like the back of her hand. As the world grew harsh, Harper made the decision to set up a base in the library. She's not much of a people person, though she decided she wanted to be in charge of her own group of people. They would do things her way. She was not going to be a mindless sheep in someone else's survival group, being told what to do and when, especially when she knew she was smart. Strategy was something Harper loved; chess, checkers, random board games... you name it.

The ranking system of the Atlas Anthology are somewhat unique, to fit the theme of the library:
Curator - leader.
Archivist - second in command.
Medic - self explanatory.
Guardians - patrol and scavenge, mostly.
Hunters - hunt, mostly.
Students - younger people in the group learning about how to survive.
Mothers and children - self explanatory.
Advisers - seniors.

I ask that my founder be female, though any other feature is up to you! I also would like images.
Harper brings a standard bow with her as her item.

[Swimmerpug]

Balsamclan
Number of People: 1
Number of Animals: 0
Servings Needed: 2
Next Request: Thursday 23 of April
Camp Strength: 00

Sabrina walked around her house, a notebook and pen in her hands: beds? check! tidied house? check! She smiled confidently, Balsamclan was now ready to become a clan. She walked out to her garden, enjoying the evening s cool breeze. Her eyes spotted the greenhouse, reminding her to check up on her plants. The black haired girl stepped inside the depressingly empty greenhouse, her parents only bought it to boast to their rich friends. Since their dissappearance, she had tried and failed to grow various seeds. Her most recent ones looked droopy, close to dying. Even so, she watered them anyway, you know, just incase they suddenly shoot up into big beautiful flowers the next day.... The only successful plant there was a Valley Oak, another thing that her parents brought just to boast about. Immediately after watering it, she put the watering can down and fell to the ground. Maybe it was because of the hard work she did that day, maybe it was the weather but for whatever reason, Sabrina immediately fell asleep. Upon waking up, she saw multiple cats surrounding her though she didnt recognise anyone. One by one, they came up to speak to her. When the last cat came they said that she was..Ebonystar? Then they all called out her new name. The harsh sunlight shone in Sabrina s eyes, waking her up. As she stretched to get rid of the stiffness in her muscles, she attempted to make sense of her dream; Was she really Ebonystar now? It logically made sense, in warrior cats leaders are supposed to have star at the end of their name. “Starclan... ” Sabrina muttered. There was no way that the dream cats were really Starclan cats though, as far as she knew, the Warriors series was purely fiction. Even so, maybe it would be good to get have a new name. “Im the leader, Sabrina, Im the leader, Ebonystar” she proclaimed, experimenting with what name would be better for her. When she called herself Ebonystar, she felt confident and brave, two qualities that all leaders should have. Just like that, Sabrina became Ebonystar.

[Ebonystar goes hunting]
[Ebonystar goes on a patrol]

Other: Just so you know, ill be ageing my characters 3 months each post
Also id like difficulty 3

Leader
Ebonystar | female | 13 years

Deputy
Name | Gender | Age

Healer
Name | Gender | Age

Warriors
Name | Gender | Age
Name | Gender | Age

Aprentices
Name | Gender | Age
Name | Gender | Age

Queens
Name | Gender | Age
Name | Gender | Age

Kits
Name | Gender | Age
Name | Gender | Age

Elders
Name | Gender | Age
Name | Gender | Age

Ally Groups
Group Name | Username
Group Name | Username

Enemy Groups
Group Name | Username
Group Name | Username

Border Groups
North | Group Name | Username
East | Group Name | Username
South | Group Name | Username
West | Group Name | Username

Food Storage
Food | 00 amount | 00 servings
Food | 00 amount | 00 servings
Food | 00 amount | 00 servings
Food | 00 amount | 00 servings
Food | 00 amount | 00 servings
Food | 00 amount | 00 servings
Food | 00 amount | 00 servings

Item Storage
Item Name | amount |
Item Name | amount |

Pets
Name | Gender | Age | Breed | # of times bred | [url=link]Looks[/url]
Name | Gender | Age | Breed | # of times bred | [url=link]Looks[/url]

Mentors
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions

Deceased
Name | Cause of Death
Name | Cause of Death

Family
Name and Name | Kits
Name and Name | Kits

[NightWolf950]

Number of People: 9 (6 males | 3 females)
Number of Animals: 3 (1 males | 2 females)
Next Request: April 22nd
Servings Needed: 3 (7-13)
Font Credit and Divider Credit

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Over the past year or so it seemed things had slowly began to return to normal. Or at least as normal as it could be in a zombie infected world. Mishka sat outside on the castle steps, his eyes frequently scanning the surroundings. He had hoped to have more survivors recruited, but he knew he couldn't complain to much. After all the world had gone to hell and here he was stuck in the states with no way of knowing if his mother or sister where even alive any more. With a heavy sigh, the Russian stood and gave a low whistle. Shortly upon whistling two large familiar shapes coming lumbering around the corner. Mishka gave a small smile upon seeing his two companions, knowing he wouldn't survive long with out them. In tow behind the canine feline duo was Gromko, the Brotherhood's alarm system, but also Mishka's pain in the ass. Upon seeing the rooster tottering behind Calina and Matryoshka, Mishka let out a heavy groan. As if on cue, the annoying rooster walked over to Mishka and began to peck at his pants. "Really you two are just gonna let this happen? You're suppose to be viscous beasts." Mishka grumbled, glaring at Calina and Matryoshka. The two females just stared at Mishka, Calina giving a small woof in response.

"Don't be so hard on them Mishka. Besides, I just think Gromko likes ya is all." A voice spoke from behind Mishka. Mishka rolled his eyes a bit before turning to face Brandon, the other man's eyes sparkling with mischief. "Brandon. You got to be joking." Mishka spoke, pushing Gromko away with his foot. Brandon chuckled lightly before closing the distance between Mishka and him, his smile growing wider. "I just think Gromko has a thing for cute things." he spoke, pausing and eyeing Mishka up and down for a quick moment before locking eye contact with him once again. "Besides... He sure does know how to pick 'em." Brandon smirked, winking at Mishka. Mishka's body stiffened, his brain quickly trying to grasp what had just happened. With a small cough, Mishka straightened his tie and looked away. "He's still an pain in my ass." A moment of silence fell between the two before Mishka spoke again. "So... Vat is it you vant anyvays Brandon?" He asked. Many only came to him when they wanted something or had something to report, yet Brandon always found some excuse to come talk to him. Brandon smirked even more and gave a small chuckle. "Oh Mishka, darling, if only you knew of half the things I wanted from you." Mishka's body once again went rigid, his mind unable to fully grasp Brandon's words and a deep blush slowly creeping across his face. "I... You... Gah!" Mishka spoke, unable to find words to form a proper sentence. Brandon laughed, finding a flustered Mishka very entertaining and quite cute. "Boss." a voice called out, snapping Mishka out of his flustered state and back to his normal intimidating self.

Upon the looks of it Leo and Cory both brisked walked over to Mishka and Brandon, exchanging a small friendly head nod before Leo spoke once more. "Cory and I have been talking. Seems like she still has family out there. She swears their still alive, but you know..." Leo spoke, trailing off at the end. Cory let out a frustrated huff and spoke up. "But I know their still out there. Alive, might I add. Their strong. Please. All I ask is for us to look... Wouldn't you want to look for your family if they where in the states?" Cory asked. Cory's question cut through Mishka like a knife, of course he'd search for his family, but they where back in Russia. "Fine... But, I'm not risking anyone else. It'll be you and me, plus Calina and Matryoshka. The others can't give up supply runs or hunting. Take it or leave it." Mishka stated coldly. Brandon's body shivered a bit, always enjoying how cold and in charge Mishka could get. "Damn..." he muttered under his breath, a smile dancing along his lips. Mishka let out a small huff while Leo and Cory both let out small chuckles only to quickly shut up upon receiving a death stare from Mishka. "Understood. Brandon, come on. Let's get the other runs ready and leave Mishka and Cory to get prepared." Leo stated. Brandon gave a small nod giving one final wink in Mishka's direction before heading off. 'What the hell.' Mishka and Cory both called out, receiving a 'What the hell.' back.

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{CL Brotherhood consumes x1 squirrel and x1 rabbit

Request: n/a
Ceremonies: n/a
Other: n/a

Medic Info: n/s
Birthing Info: n/a
Deaths: n/a

Medic Supply Run: Senona (equipped: knife) and Bruno (equipped: knife)
Hunting: Mishka (equipped: ax | companions: Calina/Matryoshka)Zola (equipped: bow) and Brandon
Scavenging: Leonardo, Abel, and Hudson
Patrolling: Mishka (equipped: ax | companions: Calina/Matryoshka) and Cory - looking for her family

Training: n/a

Mod. Note: Just slap new beans in the mod use section of my archive. <3
Code: ♦ = non kill-able(needed for the story, but can be injured as long as it's not life threatening), the rest are free game
Also the Medic always has someone with them for extra protection

Godfather:
Mishka | 38 years | Male | ♦

Right-Hand:
n/a

Medic:
Senona | 27 years and 9 months | Female | ♦

Soldiers:
Bruno | 24 years and 3 months | Male
Leonardo | 27 years and 9 months | Male
Abel | 25 years and 3 months | Male
Hudson | 32 years | Male

Hunters:
Zola | 24 years and 9 months | Female | ♦
Brandon | 26 years and 6 months | Male | ♦
Cory | 26 years | Female

Trainees:
n/a

Mothers:
n/a

Kids:
n/a

Advisers:
n/a

Pets:
Calina | 7 years | Female | ♦
Matryoshka | 5 years and 6 months | Female | ♦
Gromko | 2 years and 6 months | Male

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Mentors:

Medic | Trainee | 0 | human/animal healing procedures, basic battle skills, stealth, medicine knowledge, human/animal psychology
Soldiers | Trainee | 0 | basic battle skills, stealth, stamina, communication, speed
Hunter | Trainee | 0 | basic battle skills, stealth, stamina, tracking, trapping

n/a

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Food Storage:
Strawberry | x0 | 1 serving
Blueberry | x0 | 1 serving
Apple | x0 | 2 servings
Tomato | x0 | 2 servings
Potato | x0 | 3 servings
Cabbage | x0 | 4 servings
Squirrel | x1| 1 serving
Rabbit | x2 | 2 servings
Chicken | x1 | 2 servings
Medium Fish | x0 | 3 servings
Deer | x0 | 6 servings
Cow | x3 | 8 servings
Candy/Sweets | x0 | 1 serving
Canned Soup | x0 | 3 servings
Large Bag of Rice | x1 | 5 servings

Medicine Storage:
Tylenol | x1 | used to treat headaches/muscle aches/arthritis/backache/toothaches/colds/fevers
Aspirin | x1 | reduces the chances of heart attacks/strokes and helps survival chance
Antibiotic | x1 | used to treat infections
Baby Formula | x0 | used to feed infants under 12 months
Burn Dressing | x0 | used to treat sunburns/burns/skin irritations
Cough Drops | x1 | used to treat sore throats
Sponges | x0 | treats bleeding, and when soaked in warm water treats frostbite
Bandages | x1 | used to treat open wounds/bleeding
Plaster Cast | x1 | helps ensuring broken/fractured bones recover properly
Iv Fluid | x0 | given to restore circulation to vital organs following loss of blood/vomiting/other causes
Rubbing Alcohol | x1 | cleans wounds/prevents infections
Ibuprofen | x0 | used to relieve pain from headaches/dental pain/muscle aches/arthritis
Painkiller | x2 | used to alleviate severe pain
Melatonin | x0 | helps with restless sleep
Suture | x1 | stitches up large open wounds
Tweezer | x0 | used to take out splinters or pieces of glass in skin
Epidural | x0 | used during labor to alleviate pain
Cold Press | x1 | treats variety of issues like bruises/eye issues
Eye Patch | x0 | temp. used for eye injuries

Item Storage:
Guns | x0
Knives | x2
Swords | x0
Axes | x1
Spears | x0
Bows | x1
Grenades | x1
Leather Armour | x0
Metal Armour | x0
Wood | x1
Scrap Metal | x0
Leather | x2
Shovels | x1
Wool | x0
Wool Coats | x0
Blankets | x0

[noctenne]

↘ human population. 001 ♂, 000 ♀, 01 total
↘ animal population. 000 ♂, 001 ♀, 01 total
↘ visit with the gods. now
↘ servings required. 02 and 1/4

↘ last reply. [url=here]here[/url]
↘ moderator. tbd
↘ archives. [url=here]here[/url]

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indenttext text text text I don’t have a clue what I’m doing plot wise yet

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ACTION QUEUE
↘ hunting parties
i• downtown: bjørn, tawenn

↘ patrol groups
i• dawn: bjørn, tawenn

↘ other
i• asgard request: bjørn requests a mage
i• consumption: fasting post 1/5 [ 0 servings ]
i• appearances: traits only, please - i will be drawing them
ichanged their name to marisa pines - hope that’s okay - since i’m altering their location.

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THE COMMAND
chief.
bjørn, 21, ♂

regent.

THE HEALERS
mages.

mage’s trainee.

THE PEOPLE
defenders.

trackers.

scavengers.

trainees.

mothers.

younglings.

THE ANIMALS
companions.
tawenn, 15 months, ♀ (# times bred)

friends.
Kennel Name | Username
Kennel Name | Username

foes.
Kennel Name | Username
Kennel Name | Username

borders.
north | open | group name
north-east | open | group name
east | open | group name
south-east | open | group name
south | open | kennel name
south-west | open | group name
west | open | group name
north-west | open | group name

food stock.
muffin - 1 - 00
chicken - 2 - 00
cabbage - 4 - 00
cow’s milk - 4 - 00
squash - 5 - 00
deer - 6 - 00
elk - 10 - 00
moose - 12 - 00

the fallen.
Name | Cause of Death
Name | Cause of Death

item and medicine storage.
[url=here]here[/url], [url=here]here[/url]

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[dea invidia.]

【 jasper romero and his dog 】
【 difficulty: four 】
【 all food found 】
【 icon 】
©

the world fell to pieces around them. any hope of salvation was lost, nobody was going to save them. beggar's end fell to the disaster quite quickly, leaving it vulnerable to all kinds of creatures. many joined together, trying to do as much as they could to ensure their survival. many associations and gangs were founded in the ashes of a broken civilisation and many fell just as quickly. birthed in the ruins and chaos was memento mori, a gang of teens and young adults working together for a common goal taking residence within an abandoned mall.
xxxxxlike many others, that goal was to survive. memento mori was a lot more than just that, they were determined and adaptive. they aren't a very violent group, and would much rather solve their conflicts with peaceful discussion, but of course that can't always be the case. survivors are accepted into memento mori only after thorough training and observation, they don't need anybody threatening the system. upon acceptance members receive a tattoo of the signature '𝔪|𝔪' it is often tattoed in black ink and can be found anywhere on somebody's body, however some members have been known to get more outrageous colours when ink has been available. the gang is a family, and everyone is treated with the utmost respect. the members are all super close and it takes a lot to break their bonds.
xxxxxthe gang has a set of rules written upon one of the blank walls in the centre of the mall, and upon acceptance into the gang survivors are required to write their name somewhere around the rules in acknowledgment. members who pass away, or are turned into one of those creatures, will receive a strike through their name to signify their parting from the gang. if a member has been found to break this rules a type of trial will take place, the member accused will have the chance to defend themselves and attempt to clear up the situation. witnesses will also be called to bring light upon what happened, and usually a peaceful punishment will be reached.
xxxxxin regards to beliefs, not every follows the same path however many followed beforehand or have turned to the greek gods. the gang doesn't follow one specific deity, and in fact members often have their own patrons. members connect with their patrons in their own way and show their respect differently. this being said, the members all tend to share a connection to mother nature andshow the utmost respect and thanks to their surroundings.

xxxxxthe dux is the leader of memento mori, they oversee everything and make sure things go smoothly. the primary authority within the gang. the dux organises patrols and takes care of the soldiers.
xxxxxthe vicarius is the dux's right hand man, they are second in command and take over if the dux is incapable of leading for a period of time. they help the dux make decisions. the vicarius helps the dux organise patrols and is generally the one announcing hunts, patrols and more.
xxxxxthe medic officer generally takes care of all the medicine and oversees medic training. they are the primary medic and takes command over the lower medics.
xxxxxthe medics are the survivors that are trained to tackle emergencies, injuries and sickness. they have a lot of medical knowledge either from before joining memento mori or passed down from the medic officer. often accompany scavengers in order to aid finding items safe to use.
xxxxxthe soldiers are the brute force of the gang, and are primarily around just to ensure member safety on patrols and hunts. however, they will also be used as a police force in order to detain members accused or found guilty in the event of treason.
xxxxxthe scavangers are those tasked with getting non-food items while out on patrol. they're always on the lookout for medicines, animals, weapons, materials, etc. many are also superb craftsmen and create some amazing clothing and trinkets for the gang.
xxxxxthe skinners are the those tasked with getting food for the gang. while the name seems gruesome it isn't always just hunting. some have little gardening areas within the mall that they have turned into miniature farms in order to produce food.
xxxxxthe recruits are prospect members currently undergoing training and observation to see if they are well-suited to the lifestyle.
xxxxxthe caretakers are those who are currently taking care of children. very well respected, and treated very well within the gang. generally women who are related to the children, however there are a few caretakers who hold their role for their incredible nature and ability to connect with the young ones and take care of them.
xxxxxthe children are those under 13 years of age within the gang. protected at all costs, many members will die in order to ensure a child is safe.
xxxxxthe veteris are those who no longer hold a role due to age or condition. much like the caretakers and children, they are very well respected and protected at all costs. they hold wisdom and experience that the gang often relies upon. often seen telling stories to the children, and sometimes even recruits.

── will be starting where i left off (prev post)
── changing (final level) to level 4

[Lumos12]

Number of People: 1
Number of Animals: 1
Servings Needed: 2 ¼
Next Request: Here

In space, it was hard to tell when it was morning, and when it was night. Since outside the very windows of the Cassiopeia looked very much the same, a vast emptiness. Alyx rarely slept, to begin with, only gathering between a few hours to about even fewer minutes in between sitting idly and just dozing off. There they sat legs propped up, arms crossed on the torso dozing off in the very few minutes of time between themselves, and until they woke up again.

Jesse was curled up right beside them, just in case. Alyx had spent the previous six years in relative solitude, managing on their own for a while. But it was now time to rebuild or attempt to create a functioning family and or crew in this really too big ship for one person and their dog. Stirring from their restless slumber, the captain yawned stretching arms overhead.

“Morning,” they murmured bleakly towards the vast emptiness. Right, of course, talking to yourself or your dog was the first sign of insanity. At least that was what the tablets told them, rubbing their eye with a hand, and stifling another yawn. Fingers punching a few random buttons on the control panel. “I said morning, you malfunctioning piece...” they grumbled slamming a fist downwards.

It took a few minutes for the AI, the metaphorical spirit of the entire ship to awake, and respond. For all of Alyx knowing how this ship worked, they have never heard the AI speak. Which was completely unfamiliar and unusual for nearly all of the ships or what they would assume an AI should speak, or address themselves in some form or fashion. Shaking their head, and turning around to look at Jesse.

“Good morning baby-cakes. How was your sleep?” a small smile weaved across their lips, and the Australian shepherd rose onto her paws and wagged her tail promptly. Of course, it was going to be high time until both found food to sustain them. Like clockwork, they hoped that someone had received their broadcasted message, was coming from all various parts of space.
They had no idea if there were other colonies, ships, or what have you. Humming now, they leaned against their hand peering towards the screen.

All Alyx knew that they might be the only living human left in space, a thought that sent shivers down their spine. But then again, no one was certain. Until someone came from the vast of space, towards here.



Alyx sends a broadcast for a medic.
Alyx sets coordinates in order to hunt, gather, supplies.
Alyx locates an abandoned ship.
Alyx gathers any food supplies
Alyx looks for medical supplies.

Captain
Alyx | nonbinary (afab) | 18|x

Lieutenant
Name | Gender | Age

Medic
Name | Gender | Age

Soldiers
Name | Gender | Age
Name | Gender | Age

Hunters
Name | Gender | Age
Name | Gender | Age

Trainees
Name | Gender | Age
Name | Gender | Age

Mothers
Name | Gender | Age
Name | Gender | Age

Children
Name | Gender | Age
Name | Gender | Age

Elder
Name | Gender | Age
Name | Gender | Age

Ally Groups
Group Name | Username
Group Name | Username

Enemy Groups
Group Name | Username
Group Name | Username

Border Groups
North | Group Name | Username
East | Group Name | Username
South | Group Name | Username
West | Group Name | Username

Food Storage
sheep | 00 amount | 04 servings
Chicken | 00 amount | 02 servings
Large fish| 00 amount | 04 servings
eggs | 00 amount | 01 servings
ramen | 00 amount | 01 servings
pear | 00 amount | 00 servings
peaches | 00 amount | 00 servings

Item Storage
Item Name | amount |
Item Name | amount |

Pets
Jesse | female | 2 years | Aussie Shep | # of times bred | Looks
Name | Gender | Age | Breed | # of times bred | [url=link]Looks[/url]

Mentors
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions

Deceased
Name | Cause of Death
Name | Cause of Death

Family
Name and Name | Kids
Name and Name | Kids

[geto]

─ ( 𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ! ! ─── ⊱･
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─── ⊱･ " OVERVIEW
The people of Redemption resides in the ruins of a dystopian kingdom, their homestead territory expands around an abandoned town and an empty chapel that serves as the gathering hall. Redemption comprises people of different backgrounds and does not discriminate regardless of race, colour or believes. The once welcoming group, however, did not take long to turn into a reserved and rather... hostile bunch after an incident that left the surviving group with half its' members. Redemption has come a long way since then, but the incident has left them distrusting newcomers to great lengths.
Despite being made up of mostly agnostic members, certain members still pledge their allegiance and faith to different gods of differing religions. Clerics of the group, however, will pledge their faith to the Roman gods.
A few aeons after the commencement of the apocalypse, kingdoms collapsed and fell into ruins - which is what they call home now. Redemption members are known to pillage nearby towns for resources and metal, and they can also often be spotted participating in trades from nearby quarters or camps.

─── ⊱･ " ROLES
Warden - The leader.
Deputy - Second-In-Command.
Cleric - The healer, also goes by Shaman.
The Counsel - The band of leaders that are called for important meetings; comprising of Warden, Deputy, Cleric & Overseer.

Overseer - Overlooks all the working jobs.
Scavengers - The ones who travels to the far/out lands to acquire resources.
Venators - The ones who feed the group, they do both hunting and farmwork.
Knack-Slacks - The ones who are tasked with doing odd jobs all around the homestead. Ones who don't necessarily fit into the Hunter or Scavenger category.
Broodmothers - The ones who help to deliver mothers.
Colts - Those in training above 13.
Younglings - As the name suggests, below 13.
Retirees - The aged or physically limited members.

─── ⊱･ " FOUNDER
I didn't receive a reply,, so I'm assuming it's okay to start with a new group,,? Do pm me if not so I can delete this post.
Can it be Nathaniel Easton and his horse please?