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Most of the worlds techeneology has stopped working due to a magnetic blast. Some people died due to Airplane crashes, car accidents, and boating accidents.
You live in a world with no techenology you must live in this world where you now have to farm and hunt to get food and find new medicines to heal yourselves. Some people can be loners, others can join towns, some can join gangs, others could be the government we have left.
Age: (doesn't matter what age as long as there not 1 and they have to be able to walk and talk)
Please join and I hope you enjoy
Name: Carsyth Lewell
Appearance: Tall and willowy. she has long ash blond Hair that is intensely layered and falls into her face. alot. has big, bright, turquoise eyes that ,ake her have to wear sunglasses in the bright sunlight or else she gets headaches
Personality: Fiercely Loyal and protective of those that she allows to become close to her. has a really bad habit of using sarcasm. has a very bad temper but is super nice at the same time. tends to become siper sweet and nice when in reality she wants to rip your head off.
Bio: lost her family when the riots started and vowed to become the biggest B.A. around to make sure that her family's legacy survived. is skilled with almost all weapons but prefers close contact weapons. she is a loner but makes frinds and alliance when it benefits her.
(Its ok loyalty you can join after and Californa that is a great skelly XD)
Name: Seamus "Bud" Fox
Appearance: Bud is averaged height, maybe even considered on the short side at 5'10". He has a wiry, athletic build and is very agile. Bud's hair is overgrown, golden brown and slightly curly. He has sun burnt skin and a tattoo of a sea serpent on his back, along with a half sleeve on his right arm. There is also a tattoo of his family crest on his chest. He is scarred up and has a general shifty appearance. Bud's eyes are light green, expressive, and surrounded by dark limbal rings. He has a tendency to remain emotionless, but his eyes always portray what he is thinking.
Personality: Bud has a loner's personality. He doesn't talk much, gets anxious in social settings, and doesn't play well with others. Bud is aggressive and has no problem with harming others for his own survival. He denies caring about his friends in the traditional sense, and claims that he is only loyal to them because he owes them. Bud doesn't seem to have any empathy or sympathy, he can be cruel, but he typically avoids situations that would call for him to be so ruthless. While he shows antisocial behavior, Bud isn't bloodthirsty. His disregard for other people allows him to have a strategic and methodical mind. Bud is a practiced escape artist and can find a way out of any situation he is placed in, no matter the body count.
Bio: He doesn't talk about his past before everything happened. His first group that consisted of people in his town were killed by a gang, he was the only survivor. From there, he became cutthroat and ruthless because it was the only way he could survive on his own. Bud has learned how to survive in the wilderness and the ruin of civilization alike. He has been described as a "brutal, unfeeling animal" by a group he ran into. Bud can fight a lot better then he can communicate, so he attacks first and asks questions later if he even wonders at all.
Appearance:unruly Blond hair, blue eyes. average height and build, Usually wear jeans and a t-shirt with gym shoes. Her skin is slightly tanned due to being outside so much.
Personality: Timid and shy toward people. Innocent, nice. Intellegent but doesn't talk much to people she doesn't know. She doesn't like being in the middle of anything( arguments ect.). Not tough or anything like that whatsoever.
Bio: Her family died when she was little and Emma went to live with her aunt and uncle who died in a plane crash when the electricity went out. Since then she has found a homeless shelter/ orphanage where she stays but she doesn't particularly like anyone there or talk, she just eats, sleeps, and repeats.
Name: George "Doc"
Appearance: Tall and kind of scrawny, with long fingers and a long skinny face. He has dark circles around his dark blue eyes and his black hair is neck-length and always messy. He has always a tired-dead serious expression but his smile always fades after some seconds.
Personality: Usually quiet and serious. He is known in the small "town" he lives for his medical knowledge since both of his parents were doctors and it was his dream too to become one some day, so he had studied many books about medicine and is quite experienced. He can crack some good jokes too but only when he feel that his patient has to calm down. He is very street smart but he surely cannot sympathize people who feel pain. He believes they are just "weak"
Bio: He lives with his younger 12 year old brother in a small destroyed building, where he has his own "clinic". He has no idea where their parents are but doesn't really like thinking about it...
((So....... Can we start???))
(( does any one have any idea where to start? we're kinda spread out....))
wrapping her hands was a part of her daily routine. Fights could lead to bloody knuckles and bloody knuckles could lead to unwanted infections. with no doctors around, diseases were something to avoid at all cost. she had checked her supplies the nught before and after cleaning her knives had slept fitfully, one eye open was her motto.
it was peacefull at the outskirts of this deserted ghost town. wildlife had started to reclaim the town and animals could be heard everywhere.
But there were still some signs of life. Trashcans burned on the sides of the road and residencies had been boarded up. there was a tall buildin with sign of a child in someones hands. an orphanage. 'how many had been left to die?' she wondered
how empty was this town?
Emma sat huddeled in her corner of the room trying to get warm. All around her were other children from ages 0-18 and Mrs. Sara who took care of them all. Emma didn't know how she did it all. Getting food, clothes, water for all hundred or so of us. Especially with the town empty. The kids got free reign of everywhere around, but it was lonely at times especially for Emma who never felt like she belonged.
One of the children in the back coughed. Anyone could tell from the cough that they were on their death bed. It was going to be a long night.
Bud had no clue what animal attacked him in the middle of the night. It had run off before he could kill it, but from the sound it had made, and the trail of blood, he knew it was wounded. His best guess was a mountain lion at this point, as it had lunged for the back of his neck and used it's paws to try and hold him down. He wasn't bleeding out anymore, but he still felt weak. Bud had cauterized the neck wound, and did his best to cover the claw marks along his chest and shoulders, but he needed antibiotics. Bud was in the middle of nowhere to his knowledge. He had kept to a circle of about ten miles around his hometown, but as the resident people had caught on to him, he decided it was time to move on. Bud tracked the animal through over a mile of dense forest, and emerged into a clearing. The skyline held telephone wires, he was close to a town, and hopefully they had a drug store that wasn't entirely looted. He ditched the trail of blood left by the animal and headed off in the direction of civilization. The sun was at its highest point in the sky by the time he found a road, and from there, he stuck to the bushes and alleyways, as this town was still inhabited. He eventually found a drug store, but the only problem was that a person was blocking his way. She didn't seem to much like a threat, a rangy teenager, just another orphaned kid in a sea of millions. Bud took his pistol from his bag and walked out into the street. He passed by her silently, gun trained at her head the entire way.
constanly shifting shadows in her surroundings and the sound of footsteps let carsyth know that she wasnt alone. the only trouble was whether those footsteps were friend or foe. she fingered the handle of the machete that she kept stapped to the holter on her waist. better that somebody lost a limb or died while trying to attack her than her own death
"So, just keep it clean and it'll be alright"
George said at the old man who had wounded his arm. Thank God, it wasn't really deep and it took him about 5 minutes to take care of it. He wanted to sleep desperately. Just like his brother, Bob, did, at a corner of the room. He sighed and walked outiside to see if there was anyone else who needed help. It was going to be a long day...
The girl didn't turn around but her hand went to her machete. It was a nice machete... Bud didn't have time, maybe later. He shoved the pistol into his belt and opened the door to the drug store, freezing as a bell over the door rang. No one appeared to be inside, but Bud drew his hunting knife anyways and started rummaging through shelves to find antibiotics. He grabbed a bottle of Levofloxacin that looked promising, but he found that the store had already been looted of all its bandages and sterile alcohol. Bud couldn't find any needles, or dental floss, and if he didn't stitch himself up or have any thing to sterilize the wounds, that really put a damper on his chance of survival. Bud would make do, he always had. He took some antibiotics and left the store, sitting on the front steps as he watched the girl in the street, wondering what she was doing standing there. She really shouldn't be out in the open like that.
((Name: Ness Hantil
Appearance: likes wearing jeans, t-shirts and tennis shoes.
Personality: likes to talk. trustwortthy, kinda down due to being alone.
Bio: lost familt in plane crash while she was at home.she roam the place looking and waiting for company.))
Ness wandered around looking for people. broken glass everywhere on the road. she sighed. she knew that nobody would come for her. then she took off running hoping to find people alive. "Where is everyone?" she asked aloud. she kept running until she tripped over a rock and went face first into a tree. "Owwww..." she said. she got up and found her face bleeding. she had no first aide with her and she sped walked into a new direction in search of some help.
Emma couldn't take it anymore. Whoever was sick kept coughing that wet, sickly cough and she couldn't get any sleep. So she left.
It wasn't the first time that she did that. Mrs. Sara didn't really care, it's not like we were her children and she didn't really keep track of all of us, just took care of us.
Emma wandered outside with a spare blanket. It wasn't a cold night, but one never can tell how the weather will change. She lay on the first bench that she saw and tried to fall asleep.
A bell alerted Carsyths attention to a drug store but the sound of someones voice caused her to freeze and take her machete from her belt. spinning it in her hands to give it some momentum if a person struck she started to back away towards the doorway of the presumed empty orphanage. but it wasnt empty. she backed up into a living, breathing, human being.
Emma still couldn't sleep and decided to go back inside. At least it was more comfortable in there. On her way back in, she ran into another person.
"Hey!" she yelped before looking to see a girl about her age or a little older. Thinking that she was also an orphan Emma asked, "Do you need a place to stay? Come on, Sara won't mind. What's another child to those of us already here?"