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Postby Reatra » Sun Mar 09, 2014 9:10 pm

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The disease, Rylonian Fever, took the world by storm. The Fever itself decimated the population, killing an estimated 6.1 billion. But it was the civil disorder and massive wars and famine that brought the population to 300 million, similar to that during the fall of the Roman Empire. The advanced governments set up quarantine zones across their borders, where individuals were screened for signs of the parasite. The United Nations planned to do so with less fortunate developing countries, but it just happened too fast. Within eleven years the fever had literally circumvented the world and done it's worst damage, yet pockets still exist.

It started in Monterey, California, but it has an unknown origin other than that. California was the worst hit in all of North America, with it's high population and tech based economy. But that does not mean that anywhere else wasn't affected. For a few years government broadcasts were on nearly every radio station. But that soon ended. Now, nearly nineteen years after it was first detected in late 2014, the "zones" are falling, with similar rebellions of the populace occurring the world over. How will man survive these Dark Ages?


-Errein Blacksworth explaining the situation to a teenager.

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This is Reatra here and welcome to the OOC of my new RolePlay, The End.

THIS IS NOT A ZOMBIE RP

Now, you may be able to tell the idea of this RP even if you didn't read that awesome little story up there. This is supposed to be an "after the end" RP.

You start somewhere in the continental US. I know all you not from the US are a little annoyed, but on the forum that I used to RP on I did this with anyone can be anywhere. But that didn't work because I didn't have enough people to have them spread out around the world but still be in contact with each other. But the majority of players will be from the US, and will likely start in urban areas, then other people will join those areas and then people can be all happy talking to each other. Or shooting. :lol:

RULES: Read them...

I. I AM THE GOD OF THIS RP. I am a fair person but if I say no first thing, just don't argue. Same with co-ops.
II. No godmodding
III. No flaming
IV. No cheating in any other way
V. This is about surviving, not as much killing things. Still, that's going to happen though
VI. Have fun! This also means allow others to have fun. Don't be like, "Hey I have an RPG from this military base that for some reason the OP's were okay with and there's a player that just started fifteen feet infront of me. BOOOOOOM!!!"

NOW, THE APP!

Get rid of the words in parentheses afterwards...

Character Name:

Character Age:

Gender:

Personality:

History:(If old enough, pre-apocalypse)

Looks:(preferably not picture, leave room for people's imagination)

Location:(Like I said, in the continental US)

Weapons:(unless you're a soldier, nothing more than a Colt M1911 (http://www.militaryfactory.com/smallarms/imgs/colt-m1911_2.jpg) Or something similar-ish. Basically no crazy shotguns and stuff to start off with)

Vehicles:(again, no crazy bullet-proof glass stuff, no Mad Max things, etcetera)

Other:(any other cool things, like good eyesight, is on love with someone, etcetera)

My Application
Character Name: Jace Soto

Character Age: 14

Gender: Male

Personality: Friendly and generous, but can be really protective of his or his family/best friend's property. Is obsessed with music, books, really anything that was made before the end and shows our culture.

History: Was born after it all went down. Actually was born in a Reno, Nevada quarantine zone. Escaped when a revolution overthrew the soldier's military junta. That was when he was twelve. He has been living in Sacramento for a few years.

Looks: Brown kind of long hair, blue eyes, about 5'5 and he would be called handsome.

Location: San Francisco, California

Weapons: A bow that he got from a Big 5, 22 arrows, and an small hatchet that he uses to chop through doors, but, you know, it's an axe so it can chop through your neck too.

Vehicles: None

Other: Great hearing, is traveling with a girl named Hana Cisen.



IC IS HERE: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=287078

BTW, peepz, there is A LOT of profanity in dis' hur RP... Just FYI.

Alright, if anything is missing, just let me know. Otherwise, thanks for reading and I hope that you join The End!





PS: I WILL UPDATE THE OP!
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Postby Reatra » Sun Mar 09, 2014 9:11 pm

RESERVED!
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Postby Reatra » Sun Mar 09, 2014 9:11 pm

RESERVED II!
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MIGHT BE RESERVED III!
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Postby Fantrum » Sun Mar 09, 2014 11:02 pm

Character Name: Lyra Heartstrings

Character Age: 23

Gender: Female

Personality: Stubborn. She loves the head on approach and likes doing her own thing. She also swears like a sailor.

History: She was born in LA in 2010. When she was 4 her parents were evacuated into a QZ and she grew up there, enduring the harsh martial law enforced by the LA battalion. When she was 17, she was conscripted into the military and was trained to kill. During her 4 years in, she participated in many a raid on civilians in the zone, killing euthanizing those who showed the slightest signs of infection. When she turned 22 rebellion was brewing and a part of the battalion (Lyra included) sided with the rebels and the ensuing fight destroyed most of LA's QZ, leaving weary survivors like Lyra to wander the wastes. She traveled north in hopes of finding greener pastures and spent some time in a gang before finding her way to Oakland, where she currently, and temporarily, resides.

Looks: She has light blue hear with a stripe of white though it. She also has golden eyes and is Caucasian. 5' 5" and 150 pounds

Location: Oakland

Weapons: A 16" combat knife, a clean, but used, M4 with two magazines for it. And an M1911 her father gave to her with 4 magazines. She carries a large stock of ammo with her in place of extra mags, though it can be taxing on her endurance to carry it all around.

Vehicles: None

Other: She has a very "wide" and "colorful" vocabulary. She is also unusually perceptive *taste, hearing, smell, eyesight* On a side note, she is a virgin, being so ill tempered has proven useful as she has killed/fought off more than one would-be rapist.
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Postby Azaflaza » Mon Mar 10, 2014 10:00 am

Character Name: Scott Goodwin

Character Age:16

Gender: male

Personality: funny, stubborn and an extrovert but is really quite mild at heart.

History: Scott is british and was born in the Cumbrian QZ, far away from the major cities that were devasted, just 3 years after the virus hit the world. This new world was all he knew, he was taught how to fight, use various weapons and how to hunt, but what really kept him alive was hearing the stories of the life that had preceded him and the virus. The Cumbrian QZ was more peaceful than most around the world and for the first few years of his life, it was good, but then the infection took hold of the area and killed tens of thousands including all of Scott's family. To save as many children as they could, the authorities had all the surviving under 16s flown to the west coast of America to another QZ in LA. It was on this journey that he met, Jessie Wales, and immediately formed an un breakable bond with her.
However upon arrival to the QZ it seemed a violent rebellion was underway and many of the surviving children were killed, but Scott and Jessie escaped and lived to see another day. A year after that they still live in California now but dream of returning home, it was the only thing that kept them going.

Looks: average height, short to mid length brown hair, that always seems to fall perfectly in place, brown eyes, and overall some very handsome features. Is a big fan of rugby so has quite a big build for his age.

Location: California, on the move but at the moment near San Francisco.

Weapons: has a Swiss Army knife, hand made long bow and arrows, hatchet.

Vehicles: bike

Other: Jessie and Scott have unofficially adopted a 12 year old abandoned teenager who was found wondering the streets half dead from starvation. Jessie has mastered silent movement making her a perfect hunter with her two knifes which she uses for up close killing while Scott has above average intelligence and a very good aim.

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Postby The Vekta-Helghast Empire » Mon Mar 10, 2014 10:51 am

Character Name: Jack Ryan Haye.

Character Age: 29.

Gender: Male.

Personality: Loyal, Dedicated, Cynical, Pessimistic, Quiet, Father-Figure, Kind, Humble, Respectful & Protective.

History: Born in 2004, in a small town known as Peterhead in Scotland, Jack migrated to California (Fremont to be precise) with his Mother at the age of three, where he enjoyed a fairly high quality of life (His mother was a bit of an Oil Baron, owning her own small oil company.) Gaining a fairly good education in his early life, however when the plague struck, Jack was only ten years old and still had much to learn, his mother tried relentlessly to ensure he gained the best possible education, taking him to the old abandoned library at least three times a week, where she would make him take notes and study the books intently, for the first few years this was their regime - Wake up, scavenge, study, scavenge, eat, sleep. And it worked for them fairly well. By the time Jack was 26 his mother had fallen ill and died, the misery that this thrust upon him did not bring him down as it did so many others, but in fact inspired him to do more. For the memory of his mother generated a great sense of ambition in his mind, a great sense of duty to do good, to make a difference to as many people as humanly possible. Jack is now 29 and guardian of two young girls, Juliette (11) & Eimante (19), two young Polish girls of which Jack knew the mother of (She'd died a year earlier.), he took them under his wing at the request of their sickly father, and ever since has ensured their well being and safety.

Looks: He stands at 5'11 with Icy blue eyes which gleam out through he black underlines. His hair is black as coal, short and well kept. He wears a pair of black cargo pants, a black tracksuit jacket and a plain white T-shirt beneath it, he also wears a large pair of black boots which appear to be covered in mud from his previous endeavors.

Location: Portland, Oregon.

Weapons: X1 Metal Baseball bat, X1 Crowbar & X1 Multi-Tool (Swiss army knife)

Vehicles: N/a.

Other: Jack's mind revolves around his two companions, and will always put their safety before his own, if the young ones do not wish to do something, he shall not do it, etc.

UPDATE: Jack has recently proven his ability to sing at a fairly high quality.




Character Name: Monika Jouziyte. (Changed her name)

Character Age: 17.

Gender: Female.

Personality: Confident, Intelligent, Kind, Caring, Dedicated & Protective. (You may notice how similar this is to Jack's persona, this is intentional, as to show how much of an influence he is on the young ones.)

History: Born the year of the outbreak, Eimante was never able to live a normal life, she was immediately thrust into a world of cruelty, however she was one of the lucky ones, born to a young, caring couple who ensured that she remained safe. For some time she even received an education (Jack's mother.), where she would study along side an older gentleman by the name of Jack, many years passed and eventually her mother fell ill and died, but her heart-ache did not end here, for a year later her father had also fallen ill and instructed her to take her younger sister and go with her old study partner Jack. At first, the two sisters were un-sure of Jack but in-time he proved to be more than they could've wished for, ensuring their safety and well being no matter the personal cost.

Looks: She stands at 6'1 with sparkling green eyes. She has a fairly slender build yet, she appears to be fairly well fed. Her long blonde hair is tucked up neatly in a pony tail. She wears a blue hoodie and a pair of black tracksuit bottoms, as footwear she wears a pair of black combat boots, much like that of her guardian.

Location: Portland, Oregon.

Weapons: X1 Machete.

Vehicles: N/a.

Other: N/a.




Character Name: Juliette Jouziyte.

Character Age: 11.

Gender: Female.

Personality: Naive, Kind, Comedic, Intelligent for her age, Optimistic & Jolly.

History: Born a considerable time after the Epidemic, Juliette had missed what many considered the worst of the apocalypse, leading her to become rather naive as to what the old world was like, Juliette was incredibly lucky in her birth place, as she had been born to two very loving parents and had a very protective sister to look over her. At a fairly young age, her mother passed and her father became ill, instructing her to go with her sister along with Jack.

Looks: She stands at only 5'1 with dark blue eyes, nearing on navy, her hair is long, blonde and held up in a pony tail like her older sibling's, she wears a thin black jacket with a light blue T-shirt beneath, along with a pair of navy jeans and white trainers.

Location: Portland Oregon.

Weapons: N/a.

Vehicles: N/a.

Other: N/a.
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Postby The Vekta-Helghast Empire » Mon Mar 10, 2014 10:54 am

I'll make another character application for Fredériqué later.

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Postby Economa Incorporated » Mon Mar 10, 2014 5:21 pm

Character Name: Zander Wolfhorn

Character Age: 25

Gender: Male

Personality: Cares about others who deserve to be cared about, but won't blink before splattering the brains of next bandit/rapist on whatever's behind 'em at the time. AKA protective, but not overly so. Of who he's run into so far, Zander found few he's willing to to trust to that level, and most are holed up somewhere. Him? He has to move, for now at least. He's looking for something, but doesn't know what. Tough as nails when it's needed, but a real softie at heart. Determined to survive and protect who he can. Reads if he can.

History: Zander's father worked at the Academi (the company formerly know as Blackwater, a PMC) complex in San Diego. His mother was an EMT. They met for the first time when his father took a round to the arm in a training accident. He never fully recovered his marksmanship, and became an instructor instead. Zander was born in July 2008, meaning the plague hit a few months after he turned six. Until then, he had grown up in a busy, moralized, but loving household. After the outbreak, they ended up in the San Diego QZ, with his father as a semi-important figure. Academi was a huge part of running this QZ in coordination with military units, and as such a senior instructor held some weight. They warranted a decent living space, and enough to get by on easily, even if his mother was nearly always working and in danger- her skills were as necessary as his father's. Growing up further, Zander learned decent medical skills from his mother, basic military skills from his father (who was spearheading a voluntary program to teach QZ children about weapons and survival from an early age, so they were prepared for future possibilities, form QZ collapse to joining the defense units), and mechanical skills from his "guardian," his uncle, former mechanic and technician for Academi, until he lost his right arm in the early days of the breakdown, and was "Retired." However, he still hung around the shops, and dragged Zander along when his parents were busy, who progressed from set of hands to protegee.

It was an okay life.

It couldn't last.

When Zander was 16, on the edge of being at the age of entering the QZ forces in some form (17), there was a collapse. Rebels, fed up with limited democracy in return for security, attempted a coup. They lost, miserably, but in a last-ditch revenge attempt, blew a huge hole in the wall nearest to the endlessly infected shantytown outside. Zander's dad was on that wall at the time. His body was never found in it's entirety. His mother, as was her job, rushed to the area to help under the all-hands order. There, she took a 9mm round to the neck from a hysterical soldier who's had one of his legs blown off, as he mistook the helping hand for a danger in his pain-blinded state, and died without ever knowing her husband had too.

Internal power plays at the same time brought conflicting orders to the remaining troops, resulting generally in PMC's and defense forces firing against Military elements. Zander's uncle had had enough, and convinced Zander to flee with him before the whole place was in ruins. From there, they traveled North, eventually settling in an isolated cabin in the Pacific Northwest. There they would stay, rarely bothered, for the better half of a decade, until Zander was 23 and well-versed in survival. Until one morning, he woke up alone. Days, then weeks passed, and his uncle never returned. Did he go for a walk and fall to his death? Get attacked by a bear while taking a leak? Decide it was time for Zander to make his own way? Go to use the john, run into bandits, and get taken? None of these seemed plausible, yet after two months had passed with Zander alone, he decided he could no longer take it. He had to move, find company, do something. So he set out. Over the next two years, he wandered. Went North for a while, hung out in a strange all-male community in Canada for a month or two, before it fell. Traveled with a father and daughter in Washington for a month or two, until they got separated after some minor mishap. Scavenged countless bodies, buildings, and vehicles for his current load-out. Followed several leads on safe communities, but all were lies, half-truths, or ghosts by the time he got there.

Currently, he's 25. Kissed a girl, once. That's it. Read about more, but never done it. Currently heading west on 24, near where it hit 13, outside of Oakland, alone again.

looks: 6'3, Well built. No bodybuilder, with bulging muscles or anything, but wiry. Harder to shove than he appears. Scruffy but straight brown hair, with hint of other colors, Dark grey eyes. Usually wears stained cargo-like pants with lots of pockets, and military surplus-type undershirt (you know, what they wear underneath the fatigues. That brown, moisture-wicking stuff that comes in a thermal and non-thermal variant), Kevlar vest over Polychromelab Hybrid Jacket (reversible- keeps you cold or warm)

Location: Currently heading west on 24, near where it hit 13, outside of Oakland.

Weapons: Colt Combat Commander, chambered for .45 ACP (3/4 of a box of rounds=approx. 48 rounds=6 mags of eight), Crossbow (one quiver), Ka-Bar, Dead On Annihilator Superhammer (kinda. Axe/hammer/prybar/heavy sharp metal thing so it could be one ;) ) Two combat grenades, one smoke grenade, one stun grenade.

Vehicles: This

Other: Mechanically talented. Looking to fill a hole in his life, but can't find "Family." A quick learner, perceptive, 20/15 Eyesight.
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Postby Fantrum » Mon Mar 10, 2014 5:28 pm

Ya know, I never liked Applications that went really in depth. The whole idea of the RP is so we get to know your char through your writing and what they do IC. Just my thoughts on the matter
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Postby The Vekta-Helghast Empire » Mon Mar 10, 2014 5:32 pm

Fantrum wrote:Ya know, I never liked Applications that went really in depth. The whole idea of the RP is so we get to know your char through your writing and what they do IC. Just my thoughts on the matter


I support this, simply because it means I don't have to write out Fred's story twice. :D

But seriously, I do partially agree, as it does make room for more mystery and plot development.

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Postby Economa Incorporated » Mon Mar 10, 2014 6:04 pm

Fantrum wrote:Ya know, I never liked Applications that went really in depth. The whole idea of the RP is so we get to know your char through your writing and what they do IC. Just my thoughts on the matter



:P But I do like to write a good history ;) and there's still 25 years of detail to fill in!
I tried so hard, and got so far, but in The End, it doesn't even matter.

TG me for any questions about my nation, mistakes or info inquires in an RP, or whatever else, anytime!

Proud rarity! A sane living resident of Black Mesa Islands! Sus and I, two sides of the same coin, until Chernobyl stops glowing. Cheeki Breeki, Comrade!

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Postby Fantrum » Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:15 pm

Economa Incorporated wrote:
Fantrum wrote:Ya know, I never liked Applications that went really in depth. The whole idea of the RP is so we get to know your char through your writing and what they do IC. Just my thoughts on the matter



:P But I do like to write a good history ;) and there's still 25 years of detail to fill in!

I like a vague one, that way I can fill in the blanks as Lyra or any other char. Apps are only to give you a glimpse at what a person's char is, not to reveal everything in one post, at least, thats my thoughts on it :P
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Postby Transoxthraxia » Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:18 pm

You can thank Economa for attracting me to this RP. While I've never seen Reatra RP outside of a nation RP, which means I've never seen him RP anything but China (:P) I'll put an application up.

Character Name:

Character Age:

Gender:

Personality:

History:(If old enough, pre-apocalypse)

Looks:(preferably not picture, leave room for people's imagination)

Location:(Like I said, in the continental US)

Weapons:(unless you're a soldier, nothing more than a Colt M1911 (http://www.militaryfactory.com/smallarms/imgs/colt-m1911_2.jpg) Or something similar-ish. Basically no crazy shotguns and stuff to start off with)

Vehicles:(again, no crazy bullet-proof glass stuff, no Mad Max things, etcetera)

Other:(any other cool things, like good eyesight, is on love with someone, etcetera)
Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland, in search for our better selves?
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:—
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." The City's gone,
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.

We wonder, and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
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Postby Economa Incorporated » Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:55 pm

new sig with this linked ;)

also: https://forum.spore.com/jforum/posts/list/78069.page D: D: D:

Was this try one??


Is that the same Lyra or a very freaky coincidence...


EDIT: THERE'S ALSO AN ENGLISH PERSON IN CALI!!! Next I'm going to see alt me...
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Postby Transoxthraxia » Mon Mar 10, 2014 10:13 pm

Character Name: Freya (Freytha) Ataa'hua

Character Age: Twenty Eight.

Gender Sex: Yes please. :P

Personality: Freya is a strange person. Due to the situation that she has been put in, mostly during her formative years, her personality has been drastically altered because of it. Freya's naturally suspicious of people that she's just met, or has been introduced to. She has trouble identifying with anyone, really, due to the long periods of isolation that she has inflicted upon herself in the past few years. She finds it hard, either by choice, or by a mental condition, to be able to relate to anyone that she is introduced to, or has befriended over the course of her life. Usually, even with people that she does know, she remains quiet, even silent occasionally, often creating awkward bubbles in conversations. That being said, however, on the off time that she is able to socialize with people, often brought about through prolonged exposure to a person, especially one that she trusts, will bring out her real personality; she's sweet, if not a little awkward, and appreciates a good story, especially if it is of the world as it was before it ended. When with someone long enough, she becomes extremely attached to them, willing to go farther than normal, willing to do more, give more, and perform better for someone who she has deemed one of her very few "friends".

History: Born in Spokane to a drunk and a prostitute, Freya's fate was set even before she was born. Given away to an orphanage not a week after she and her mother left the hospital, Freya grew up there, having been given the name Jane Washington, after the state she was born in. Growing up in an environment where everyone, including the so-called staff, were detached from her emotions caused an innate need for parental guidance. Of course, as she had no real parents, and those who were supposedly in charge of her orphanage barely being aware of her existance, she found aforementioned guidance in books, many of which she either borrowed from the local library or read in book stores. She read any topic under the sun, granted, a little slowly, as she had been a self-taught reader, not caring for school much. She would spend hours with her nose in books, reading what she could. As she grew older and aged into the double digits, she took up the name Freya instead of Jane, because Freya was the Norse goddess of war, beauty, and death, all three of which she enjoyed to some sick, twisted extent. She dropped out of school at the age of nine, the year the world started to end. As things went to shit around her, Freya was able to stay remarkably calm. She didn't have any real friends. She didn't have anyone to care about. As she watched people drop dead left and right, Freya was able to keep a near-psychotic amount of patience and unresponsiveness to the situation around her. As things calmed down, the young Freya took to the streets to get what she needed to survive. As she got older, it was harder and harder to keep a low profile, and instead resorted to more questionable means of acquiring resources. Taking the last name Ataa'hua, which is Maori, to intimidate others, she used force, subversion, and seduction to get what she needed, when she needed, especially when dealing with others. However, on the year that she turned eighteen, she knew that she could no longer live the way she was. Casting off urban survival in favour of living in the wilderness, she began a migratory pattern, following deer and other animals, hunting them with stealth and improvised weapons. She has, so far, lived this way for four years.

Looks: I'm not one to complain about an application, but can you explain to me why you would prefer not having a picture? I can describe someone sure, but it's just a lot easier to put a picture, but the OP's wish is my command.
Freya was barely 5'1, and, on a good day, nearly ninety pounds. She had inherited this small build from her mother, but that was about it from her. Her caucasian, china-white skin had been damaged by years of nicks and scratches, and she had a light one running from her upper-left cheekbone to her chin. Her face was unique in itself, being elongated, but not overly so. Her cheekbones were high up and well defined, leading to dimples on the rare smile. Her eyes were an ice blue, which was odd, as her hair was a dark brown. Her nose was average size, with a noticable upturn. Her lips were unique as well, her upper lip sitting upon her lower lip, and being much more prominent. She was dressed for a cold, Washington winter, her scrawny physique wrapped in a long, olive drab trenchcoat, underneath which were insulated leggings and a long-sleeved shirt. She has built in a hood on her trench coat that she wears on windy, rainy, or snowy days.


Location: Just to the west of Lyra/Economa.

Weapons: She uses a modified, spiked cricket bat as a melee weapon, and a bow that she stole from a hunting store. She uses many different kinds of ammunition on her bow, ranging from normal arrows, short-range, makeshift "MOAAs" (Mother of all arrows) which are made with lawn darts as their tips, etcetera.

Vehicles: Her own two feet.

Other: She has an eidetic memory. It didn't feel like that should be put in either personality or history, so I put it here.
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Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland, in search for our better selves?
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:—
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." The City's gone,
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.

We wonder, and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
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Postby Fantrum » Mon Mar 10, 2014 10:37 pm

Economa Incorporated wrote:new sig with this linked ;)

also: https://forum.spore.com/jforum/posts/list/78069.page D: D: D:

Was this try one??


Is that the same Lyra or a very freaky coincidence...


EDIT: THERE'S ALSO AN ENGLISH PERSON IN CALI!!! Next I'm going to see alt me...


I dont understand what you mean... :P
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Postby Fantrum » Mon Mar 10, 2014 10:51 pm

Transoxthraxia wrote:Character Name: Freya (Freytha) Ataa'hua

Character Age: Twenty three.

Gender Sex: Yes please. :P

Personality: Freya is a strange person. Due to the situation that she has been put in, mostly during her formative years, her personality has been drastically altered because of it. Freya's naturally suspicious of people that she's just met, or has been introduced to. She has trouble identifying with anyone, really, due to the long periods of isolation that she has inflicted upon herself in the past few years. She finds it hard, either by choice, or by a mental condition, to be able to relate to anyone that she is introduced to, or has befriended over the course of her life. Usually, even with people that she does know, she remains quiet, even silent occasionally, often creating awkward bubbles in conversations. That being said, however, on the off time that she is able to socialize with people, often brought about through prolonged exposure to a person, especially one that she trusts, will bring out her real personality; she's sweet, if not a little awkward, and appreciates a good story, especially if it is of the world as it was before it ended. When with someone long enough, she becomes extremely attached to them, willing to go farther than normal, willing to do more, give more, and perform better for someone who she has deemed one of her very few "friends".

History: Born in Spokane to a drunk and a prostitute, Freya's fate was set even before she was born. Given away to an orphanage not a week after she and her mother left the hospital, Freya grew up there, having been given the name Jane Washington, after the state she was born in. Growing up in an environment where everyone, including the so-called staff, were detached from her emotions caused an innate need for parental guidance. Of course, as she had no real parents, and those who were supposedly in charge of her orphanage barely being aware of her existance, she found aforementioned guidance in books, many of which she either borrowed from the local library or read in book stores. She read any topic under the sun, granted, a little slowly, as she had been a self-taught reader, not caring for school much. She would spend hours with her nose in books, reading what she could. As she grew older and aged into the double digits, she took up the name Freya instead of Jane, because Freya was the Norse goddess of war, beauty, and death, all three of which she enjoyed to some sick, twisted extent. She dropped out of school at the age of eleven, the year the world started to end. As things went to shit around her, Freya was able to stay remarkably calm. She didn't have any real friends. She didn't have anyone to care about. As she watched people drop dead left and right, Freya was able to keep a near-psychotic amount of patience and unresponsiveness to the situation around her. As things calmed down, the young Freya took to the streets to get what she needed to survive. As she got older, it was harder and harder to keep a low profile, and instead resorted to more questionable means of acquiring resources. Taking the last name Ataa'hua, which is Maori, to intimidate others, she used force, subversion, and seduction to get what she needed, when she needed, especially when dealing with others. However, on the year that she turned eighteen, she knew that she could no longer live the way she was. Casting off urban survival in favour of living in the wilderness, she began a migratory pattern, following deer and other animals, hunting them with stealth and improvised weapons. She has, so far, lived this way for four years.

Looks: I'm not one to complain about an application, but can you explain to me why you would prefer not having a picture? I can describe someone sure, but it's just a lot easier to put a picture, but the OP's wish is my command.
Freya was barely 5'1, and, on a good day, nearly ninety pounds. She had inherited this small build from her mother, but that was about it from her. Her caucasian, china-white skin had been damaged by years of nicks and scratches, and she had a light one running from her upper-left cheekbone to her chin. Her face was unique in itself, being elongated, but not overly so. Her cheekbones were high up and well defined, leading to dimples on the rare smile. Her eyes were an ice blue, which was odd, as her hair was a dark brown. Her nose was average size, with a noticable upturn. Her lips were unique as well, her upper lip sitting upon her lower lip, and being much more prominent. She was dressed for a cold, Washington winter, her scrawny physique wrapped in a long, olive drab trenchcoat, underneath which were insulated leggings and a long-sleeved shirt. She has built in a hood on her trench coat that she wears on windy, rainy, or snowy days.


Location: Just to the west of Lyra/Economa.

Weapons: She uses a modified, spiked cricket bat as a melee weapon, and a bow that she stole from a hunting store. She uses many different kinds of ammunition on her bow, ranging from normal arrows, short-range, makeshift "MOAAs" (Mother of all arrows) which are made with lawn darts as their tips, etcetera.

Vehicles: Her own two feet.

Other: She has an eidetic memory. It didn't feel like that should be put in either personality or history, so I put it here.


I noticed one little thing about age, the disease was detected in 2014, and its nineteen years after that. Meaning that Freya wouldnt have been 11 in 2014 and be 23, 19 years later. Like I said, not really a big thing, just a discrepancy
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Postby Reatra » Tue Mar 11, 2014 7:30 am

Ahhh, the Sporums... My first REAL forum.

Anyway... I didn't want ot ask ViperaUnion for another sig, so I reused->recycled->re... crap...


Anyway (again), I own't be able to do much for a day or so, sorry, I'll try to squeeze time to make an IC (just gonna have a link to the OOC in it).
yee haw it's time for mass line

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Postby Transoxthraxia » Tue Mar 11, 2014 7:36 am

Fantrum wrote:
Transoxthraxia wrote:Character Name: Freya (Freytha) Ataa'hua

Character Age: Twenty three.

Gender Sex: Yes please. :P

Personality: Freya is a strange person. Due to the situation that she has been put in, mostly during her formative years, her personality has been drastically altered because of it. Freya's naturally suspicious of people that she's just met, or has been introduced to. She has trouble identifying with anyone, really, due to the long periods of isolation that she has inflicted upon herself in the past few years. She finds it hard, either by choice, or by a mental condition, to be able to relate to anyone that she is introduced to, or has befriended over the course of her life. Usually, even with people that she does know, she remains quiet, even silent occasionally, often creating awkward bubbles in conversations. That being said, however, on the off time that she is able to socialize with people, often brought about through prolonged exposure to a person, especially one that she trusts, will bring out her real personality; she's sweet, if not a little awkward, and appreciates a good story, especially if it is of the world as it was before it ended. When with someone long enough, she becomes extremely attached to them, willing to go farther than normal, willing to do more, give more, and perform better for someone who she has deemed one of her very few "friends".

History: Born in Spokane to a drunk and a prostitute, Freya's fate was set even before she was born. Given away to an orphanage not a week after she and her mother left the hospital, Freya grew up there, having been given the name Jane Washington, after the state she was born in. Growing up in an environment where everyone, including the so-called staff, were detached from her emotions caused an innate need for parental guidance. Of course, as she had no real parents, and those who were supposedly in charge of her orphanage barely being aware of her existance, she found aforementioned guidance in books, many of which she either borrowed from the local library or read in book stores. She read any topic under the sun, granted, a little slowly, as she had been a self-taught reader, not caring for school much. She would spend hours with her nose in books, reading what she could. As she grew older and aged into the double digits, she took up the name Freya instead of Jane, because Freya was the Norse goddess of war, beauty, and death, all three of which she enjoyed to some sick, twisted extent. She dropped out of school at the age of eleven, the year the world started to end. As things went to shit around her, Freya was able to stay remarkably calm. She didn't have any real friends. She didn't have anyone to care about. As she watched people drop dead left and right, Freya was able to keep a near-psychotic amount of patience and unresponsiveness to the situation around her. As things calmed down, the young Freya took to the streets to get what she needed to survive. As she got older, it was harder and harder to keep a low profile, and instead resorted to more questionable means of acquiring resources. Taking the last name Ataa'hua, which is Maori, to intimidate others, she used force, subversion, and seduction to get what she needed, when she needed, especially when dealing with others. However, on the year that she turned eighteen, she knew that she could no longer live the way she was. Casting off urban survival in favour of living in the wilderness, she began a migratory pattern, following deer and other animals, hunting them with stealth and improvised weapons. She has, so far, lived this way for four years.

Looks: I'm not one to complain about an application, but can you explain to me why you would prefer not having a picture? I can describe someone sure, but it's just a lot easier to put a picture, but the OP's wish is my command.
Freya was barely 5'1, and, on a good day, nearly ninety pounds. She had inherited this small build from her mother, but that was about it from her. Her caucasian, china-white skin had been damaged by years of nicks and scratches, and she had a light one running from her upper-left cheekbone to her chin. Her face was unique in itself, being elongated, but not overly so. Her cheekbones were high up and well defined, leading to dimples on the rare smile. Her eyes were an ice blue, which was odd, as her hair was a dark brown. Her nose was average size, with a noticable upturn. Her lips were unique as well, her upper lip sitting upon her lower lip, and being much more prominent. She was dressed for a cold, Washington winter, her scrawny physique wrapped in a long, olive drab trenchcoat, underneath which were insulated leggings and a long-sleeved shirt. She has built in a hood on her trench coat that she wears on windy, rainy, or snowy days.


Location: Just to the west of Lyra/Economa.

Weapons: She uses a modified, spiked cricket bat as a melee weapon, and a bow that she stole from a hunting store. She uses many different kinds of ammunition on her bow, ranging from normal arrows, short-range, makeshift "MOAAs" (Mother of all arrows) which are made with lawn darts as their tips, etcetera.

Vehicles: Her own two feet.

Other: She has an eidetic memory. It didn't feel like that should be put in either personality or history, so I put it here.


I noticed one little thing about age, the disease was detected in 2014, and its nineteen years after that. Meaning that Freya wouldnt have been 11 in 2014 and be 23, 19 years later. Like I said, not really a big thing, just a discrepancy

I think it says 23 on the application :P
Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland, in search for our better selves?
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:—
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." The City's gone,
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.

We wonder, and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
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Postby The Vekta-Helghast Empire » Tue Mar 11, 2014 12:24 pm

Would you all be fine if I just continued say 3 months after I left off, since all I'd done was develop my own characters and introduce a new character, I hadn't really met anyone else so it shouldn't really effect anyone.. Pwetty please? I don't want to have to reintroduce Fred and such.. :(

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Postby Fantrum » Tue Mar 11, 2014 1:04 pm

Transoxthraxia wrote:
Fantrum wrote:
I noticed one little thing about age, the disease was detected in 2014, and its nineteen years after that. Meaning that Freya wouldnt have been 11 in 2014 and be 23, 19 years later. Like I said, not really a big thing, just a discrepancy

I think it says 23 on the application :P

That not what I meant, in your history Fre was 11 when things went to shit, but is 23 currently. Everything started 19 years ago, meaning she couldn't have been 11 at the time shit went down. My bad for wording that poorly
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Postby Economa Incorporated » Tue Mar 11, 2014 4:40 pm

Fantrum wrote:
Transoxthraxia wrote:I think it says 23 on the application :P

That not what I meant, in your history Fre was 11 when things went to shit, but is 23 currently. Everything started 19 years ago, meaning she couldn't have been 11 at the time shit went down. My bad for wording that poorly


so, either she was 4 when the plague hit, she's 30 now, or some things need changing ;)

The common idea if you want an organized environment for the formative year, but a young character, is to have spent some time in a QZ, whether one we've already made up or your own ;) They're supposed to be airtight, but as always, I'm sure there was some indiscreet leaving, if you didn't wish to be involved in the collapse of one ;)
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Postby Galdius » Tue Mar 11, 2014 5:05 pm

Intrested.

I'm I right to assume that the virus is still around?
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Postby Fantrum » Tue Mar 11, 2014 5:12 pm

Galdius wrote:Intrested.

I'm I right to assume that the virus is still around?

Yup

and that spy's a bloody spy!
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