The Survivors. Freestyle, Romance RP. (ADV/Started/Accepting)

[ArtemisFowl]

((Note: I want actual literate RP-ers. Mistakes may happen, but I at least want good attempts. Also, this is to develop at a fair pace, not an instant romance. Thank you!))

 

The wind howled through the trees, causing a wave of leaves to fly off the branches, floating in the air as if stopped in time. A wolf howled in the darkness, signaling the rise of the full moon, the rise of the Karitan. Scurrying could be heard from the edges of the forest, animals trying to make their way into the safety of the woods, away from the looming danger that followed the storm.

 

Doors slammed shut as mothers rushed their children beneath the floors of their small cabins, husbands grabbing weapons for the upcoming battle. The streets of the crowded city were empty, save for a few stray cats lingering in the alleys. Everyone was tense, you could feel it in the air, all waiting for what was to come.

 

Tonight was the coming of the Karitan. They had troubled these people much in the last hundred years, forcing disease and poverty upon them, forcing them to cower in their own houses, scared of what the clan may do. Each year, the clan came around to the villagers' cabins, demanding the children, matter not the age. Each year they tried to protect the youngest generation, failing evermore.

 

And there she lay huddled, underneath the floorboards of her house, shaking and shivering in the cold. She was surrounded by stored materials, things that would normally be kept out of the way of the guests. Her brothers were by the trap door, surrounded only by each other, fearing for their lives. As the girl began to tell her brothers to back away from the door, to get away from view, she heard the door to her family's home being thrown open, the demand coming loud and clear. "Hand them over."

 

She shook, her body fighting the urge to cry out in fear, and despair, as she heard her father's arrow fly though the air, only to be broken by a small dagger withdrawn from the robes of one of the clan. She heard her father gasp, her mother cry out, and footsteps closing in on their hideaway. The door was thrown open, rough hands grabbing her brothers from below, a face peeking in to make sure no one was hiding. She couldn't breathe, her body just would not allow it. The face disappeared and the footsteps left.

 

She laid there for an eternity, breathing quietly in case they returned. Her breath caught as the door creaked open and a familiar face peeked in from above. "Amberlynn, come out. It's okay. Come here." She scrambled to get near the face, despite the soreness of her limbs. The man lifted her into his arms and rested her head against his shoulder. "Shh...it's okay now, baby." He left with her in his arms, placing her in a carriage with the other children who had escaped the devastation. They were the survivors, they were the only ones left alive...or so she thought.

 

((Alright, this is going to happen ten years later, when she is sixteen. She has been living in a hidden village within the woods with all the other survivors from her raid and all of the ones before. They have kept their village alive, struggling to survive. This can be whatever it makes out to be. Only main point is that she is extremely close to the guy who saved her, who was 14 then, so is 24 now and yes somebody may be "that guy". ))

 

 

((This is how I say a freestyle. All information that would be in a character app should be given in the first post. Hope's this is okay for you Mods. For an example plz see the next post. I'll be the girl in the plot.))

 

Rules:

1.Advanced Clause. This'll be strickly inforced. You may find the Advanced Clause Here

2.You most post atleast four lines.

3.Have fun!!!!! <--- Most important

4.Keep voilence, swearing, and sexual references to a PG-16 level

5.You must be active. If you are going to be offline for awhile please PM and give your character control to someone you trust. If you don't fell right about someone controlling your character ((I wouldn't)) then just PM me.

6.No OoC only posts. Anything that you think is so important for an OoC only post PM me those in the RP.

 

Those with Reservations:

-Spartan919

-Yae

 

Anyone else wishing to make a reservation please PM me instead of posting.

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A tall sixteen year old girl with pale skin was sitting under a tree with a bead of sweat running down her forehead. Her's and everybody else's life around her was a wreck. After the raids not many survived but those who did had to struggle to survive. They hadn't had a raid since ten years ago but every still lives in fear of the Karitan. She had long brown hair that reach to the middle of her back. She had very intense emerald eyes that glinted in the sunlight. Her figure was very thin due to lack of food. Her clothes were worn out, she had a pale green t-shirt with a pale brown skirt. Her name was Amberlynn and the village was low on supplies. Many didn't have enough food to live and her efforts of find anything edible in the forest were to no anvil. Amberlynn was now just resting under the green, leafy tree feeling very tired from hunger and her search for food.

 

((Note the description of my character. Age, Gender, Name. The Personality of the characters will be revealed through their actions in the RP, the bio may be explained sometime during the RP if your not creative enough to think of a way to explain your bio ((Not that their would be much of a bio possible)) throughout the RP well then . . . Anyway, yes this is my post and also the opening post.))

[Spartan919]

I'd like to reserve a spot.

[Skarlet]

I'll reserve a spot too.

[ArtemisFowl]

Both reservations noted. Anyone else wishing to make a reservation please PM me instead of posting. From here on there shall be no more OoC only posts.

[Otaku-sama]

Here's my app posted up as per your wish.

 

[spoiler=Wind]

She is about 5' 5" and athletic looking. She appears to be around the age of 17 and looks as if she has been living by herself in the forest for a good part of her life. Her skin is tanned and her muscles are well defined from plenty of hunting experience. Her eyes are large and a deep mocha brown. When one looks into them, they can see a strong person, both physically and mentally, forged upon the primal life of a hunter-gatherer. She has very long black hair that reaches her hips that is tied into a long ponytail with a tie made of tree bark and other plant fibres. Despite living in the forest, she wears very good clothing and not the rags one would expect. It is unknown where she obtained these garments, but one would assume she visits civilization occasionally/ She wears a thick brown leather vest that exposes her well-defined shoulders and a hint of her belly. She wears a leather fauld around her waist and very high boots that reach past her knees. Her belt holds many pouches, filled with various survival supplies scavenged from the forest.

 

On her back, she carries her two tools that allowed her to survive her harsh surroundings for so long: A bow and a large knife. The bow is a simple one, being made of one piece of wood strung with a single piece of sinew. The knife is also simple, a solid piece of metal which the handle and blade were made of the same piece of metal. It is often covered in blood.

 

She is very skilled in hunting and tracking, abilities aquired from years in the bush. Her knowledge of herbs and natural healing is also extensive, most of which she has tested on herself. She doesn't talk much since she is used to living by herself and also has some strange looking habits, such as talking to herself and to seemingly inanimate objects. She claims everything has a spirit and she gets her tracking abilities and healing skill from these spirits.

 

As for a name, she doesn't seem to realize that a name is necessary. When asked with enough persistence, she often says her name is Wind.