[CHAR] Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP
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Name: Aubrey Hughes
Age: 18
Gender: Female
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Personality: Aubrey gives the impression of a gruff, tough girl, with her cynical streak, dark sense of humour, and blunt attitude that has gotten her into trouble a good few times. It takes her a while to trust, as she knows people can change for the worse. However, her devotion to her younger sister shows she's capable of loyalty, and is highly protective of those she cares about.
Under that harsh, no-nonsense exterior is a love of all things whimsical and wondrous. She eagerly listened to fairy stories as a child, and even now, sometimes escapes her day to day life by fantasising about magical worlds where things turn out for the better. Not that she lets this on.
History: Aubrey's happiest years were her childhood ones. She fondly remembers her mother's paintings of all manner of magical creatures, the tales she'd tell her at night, the descriptions of cute, kindly imaginary beings during the family's woodland walks. She found out not all stories end happily ever after, however, when her mother died in a car accident.
Her father was never the same again afterwards, drowning his grief in drink, sometimes becoming downright nasty when particularly intoxicated. The once carefree Aubrey had to grow up before her time, to protect her younger sister Nissa, and to work odd jobs as a teen since her father was in and out of work. The family found themselves in a tiny, crummy apartment nonetheless, which the two girls avoided returning to as often as possible as they stayed out with friends. In Aubrey's case, these friends were the rough sort, the wrong sort, who would skip school and get into fights. Still, even as she took on their ways to feel strong, she tried to remain a positive figure in Nissa's life, reading her bedtime stories and playing children's games. Eventually, though, Nissa outgrew them, becoming increasingly disillusioned and withdrawn.
One day, she failed to return home. Several weeks went by with the police unable to turn up a trace of her. Aubrey was at a loss, until the day she passed by a forest's edge while out and about, and caught a glimpse of Nissa in the distance. That same messy dark hair, that same favourite T shirt with the angel wings print on the back, it had to be her. Aubrey ran into the woods, only to lose sight of the girl as an odd sense of dizziness came over her.
When it passed and the opened her eyes, she was somewhere else entirely.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Likes:
- Music
- Staying out
- Stories
- Fantasy art
Dislikes:
- Alcohol (the smell alone makes her feel sick)
- Snobby people
- Her part time grocery store job
- Those who would harm her sister
Fears:
- Anything bad happening to her sister
- Her father's outbursts
Skills:
- Brawling
- Sneaking around
- Quick thinking
Inventory:
- Phone (no signal here, but can be used for light)
- Lighter + cigarettes
- Numerous accessories including a steel based belt chain
Personality: Aubrey gives the impression of a gruff, tough girl, with her cynical streak, dark sense of humour, and blunt attitude that has gotten her into trouble a good few times. It takes her a while to trust, as she knows people can change for the worse. However, her devotion to her younger sister shows she's capable of loyalty, and is highly protective of those she cares about.
Under that harsh, no-nonsense exterior is a love of all things whimsical and wondrous. She eagerly listened to fairy stories as a child, and even now, sometimes escapes her day to day life by fantasising about magical worlds where things turn out for the better. Not that she lets this on.
History: Aubrey's happiest years were her childhood ones. She fondly remembers her mother's paintings of all manner of magical creatures, the tales she'd tell her at night, the descriptions of cute, kindly imaginary beings during the family's woodland walks. She found out not all stories end happily ever after, however, when her mother died in a car accident.
Her father was never the same again afterwards, drowning his grief in drink, sometimes becoming downright nasty when particularly intoxicated. The once carefree Aubrey had to grow up before her time, to protect her younger sister Nissa, and to work odd jobs as a teen since her father was in and out of work. The family found themselves in a tiny, crummy apartment nonetheless, which the two girls avoided returning to as often as possible as they stayed out with friends. In Aubrey's case, these friends were the rough sort, the wrong sort, who would skip school and get into fights. Still, even as she took on their ways to feel strong, she tried to remain a positive figure in Nissa's life, reading her bedtime stories and playing children's games. Eventually, though, Nissa outgrew them, becoming increasingly disillusioned and withdrawn.
One day, she failed to return home. Several weeks went by with the police unable to turn up a trace of her. Aubrey was at a loss, until the day she passed by a forest's edge while out and about, and caught a glimpse of Nissa in the distance. That same messy dark hair, that same favourite T shirt with the angel wings print on the back, it had to be her. Aubrey ran into the woods, only to lose sight of the girl as an odd sense of dizziness came over her.
When it passed and the opened her eyes, she was somewhere else entirely.
Name: Brenton Ackerley
Age: 17
Gender: Male
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Personality: Laid-back, curious and confident - those are the three words that best sum up Brenton. His friendliness and his problem-solving attitude make him good in group situations, most of the time anyway. With that self-assuredness that comes from having had it easy all his life, a few mishaps aside, he tends to think he knows more than he really does. As he's sure to find out, there's a big difference between enjoying the outdoors with a backpack full of modern comforts and the certainty of a home to return to, and being in a real wilderness survival situation.
Despite his cushy upbringing, and the air he gives off of an easygoing goof, he isn't aimless. If he can overcome his fear of small spaces, he wants to work in search and rescue.
History: Brenton's life so far has been a comfortable, if frequently changing one. His parents' work allowed a wealthy and luxurious upbringing, yet also meant often having to move from place to place. Not that Brenton minded. Yes, he had to leave friends behind, but it wasn't like he couldn't keep in touch with them, and he loved making new ones. His experiences instilled in him a sense of curiosity, which he sated with outdoor activities.
Of course, sometimes this could get the better of him. During a beach visit, swimming too far out got him trapped in a tiny cave, exhausted, with the tide coming in. He mustered enough energy to swim towards the rope the lifeboat guards threw out, and although he took more precautions from then on, the incident didn't diminish his love of the outdoors. In fact, he told himself that if he could deal with that, he could deal with anything.
He didn't expect a camping trip with friends to bring about an even greater challenge. One moment he was on his way to gather firewood, the next he drifted into an odd daze, to find himself waking up in a place unlike any he'd visited before.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Likes:
- Hiking
- Camping
- Hanging out with friends
- Animals
Dislikes:
- Bad weather
- Staying in one place for too long
- Negative people
Fears:
- Becoming badly lost
- Small closed spaces (he's claustrophobic from an incident in his early teens - places with decent space and/or windows such as vehicles and large tents are ok, but narrow tunnels/caves and heavily crowded rooms are not)
Skills:
- Adapting to new situations
- Basic outdoor skills
- First aid
Inventory:
- Snack bar x3
- Water bottle
- First aid kit
- Pocket knife
Personality: Laid-back, curious and confident - those are the three words that best sum up Brenton. His friendliness and his problem-solving attitude make him good in group situations, most of the time anyway. With that self-assuredness that comes from having had it easy all his life, a few mishaps aside, he tends to think he knows more than he really does. As he's sure to find out, there's a big difference between enjoying the outdoors with a backpack full of modern comforts and the certainty of a home to return to, and being in a real wilderness survival situation.
Despite his cushy upbringing, and the air he gives off of an easygoing goof, he isn't aimless. If he can overcome his fear of small spaces, he wants to work in search and rescue.
History: Brenton's life so far has been a comfortable, if frequently changing one. His parents' work allowed a wealthy and luxurious upbringing, yet also meant often having to move from place to place. Not that Brenton minded. Yes, he had to leave friends behind, but it wasn't like he couldn't keep in touch with them, and he loved making new ones. His experiences instilled in him a sense of curiosity, which he sated with outdoor activities.
Of course, sometimes this could get the better of him. During a beach visit, swimming too far out got him trapped in a tiny cave, exhausted, with the tide coming in. He mustered enough energy to swim towards the rope the lifeboat guards threw out, and although he took more precautions from then on, the incident didn't diminish his love of the outdoors. In fact, he told himself that if he could deal with that, he could deal with anything.
He didn't expect a camping trip with friends to bring about an even greater challenge. One moment he was on his way to gather firewood, the next he drifted into an odd daze, to find himself waking up in a place unlike any he'd visited before.
Princess Peril Step Into My Parlour
Member
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28 days ago
Name: Hannei Baizō
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: The younger of the sister by only a few minutes, Hannei prefers the color combination of black and green. Standing slenderly at 5'4, she is a pretty japanese girl with big brown eyes, thin lips, and a big, up-tilted nose. Her brown hair is tied up into a ponytail on the right side of her head. There is a big green, polka-dotted bow there. She wears a frilly, sleeveless black top that barely makes it down to her hips. There she wears a pair of leggings tucked into knee high, high heel boots tied with green string. A fluffy white bracelet wraps comfortable around her right wrist, and a just beneath that there is a bracelet of green beads. She wears two necklaces, one with a pink heart of glass, and the other with a hollow pink star shape. Her nails have been pressed upon with green extensions. Needless to say, Hannei aims to make a statement with her fashion, not one to be ignored.
Likes: Aina, video games, books, horror movies, pranks, electronics, air conditioning, science, cleanliness, music, cute boys.
Dislikes: The outdoors, dirty people, ruining her clothes, Aina.
Skills: Video games, electronic engineering.
Fears: Losing her sister, the deep ocean.
Inventory: Cell phone, RC drone and controller.
Personality: Hannei is a bubbly, introverted, mischevious, and loud girl who adores and despises her barely-older sister, Aina. She is a city girl who grew up used to a certain level of luxury. She is spoiled and petty, prone to fits of frustration and anger. Give her a few minutes to fume and vent and she'll be back to normal. Hannei is also, simply put, a bit of a weirdo. She's a chatterbox and likes making people angry in strange ways. Not outright antagonism, but if she sees a chance to prank someone she'll take it. She can dish it out, but not take it very well.
History: Hannei is used to the fast pace of city life. Ever since she was a little girl she liked taking apart her toys, and Aina's toys, and then putting her own toys back together and maybe not so much Aina's toys. She would babble for hours and hours about literally nothing in particular, or maybe the magic lightning juice that made everything work. Sometimes a light switch just needs to get flicked on over and over and over again because maybe she'll figure out how it works if she does that enough. She never did. She needed to go to high school for that. She tried making friends, but Hannei was an easy target for bullying given her enthusiasm and dissimilarity to the other children. This caused her to attach tighter to her sister who, also being a bit of a weirdo, enforced each other's weirdness. Most twins you meet are normal people who just happen to be twins. This is not the case with Hannei and Aina.
Despite it's regularly, Hannei never really got used to being teased and her outbursts and heart-on-her-sleeve nature only made her a bigger target. But she did learn how to hurt other people's feelings which made some people back off, and if the people she doesn't like just happen to have a virus installed on their phone, then that's just a happy accident.
Hannei had dragged Aina along to test out her new RC drone in one of the more abandoned back alley ways of Tokyo, where she had set up cardboard ramps. It got stuck behind a dumpster that it couldn't escape. She kneeled down to try and grab it when she did she accidentally bumped her head. Not that big of a deal, but when she felt dizzy and found herself falling to her knees and slumping forward, she wondered if maybe that little bump was a big deal after all.
When she woke up, she was in a different place, with an unconscious older sister draped across her.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: The younger of the sister by only a few minutes, Hannei prefers the color combination of black and green. Standing slenderly at 5'4, she is a pretty japanese girl with big brown eyes, thin lips, and a big, up-tilted nose. Her brown hair is tied up into a ponytail on the right side of her head. There is a big green, polka-dotted bow there. She wears a frilly, sleeveless black top that barely makes it down to her hips. There she wears a pair of leggings tucked into knee high, high heel boots tied with green string. A fluffy white bracelet wraps comfortable around her right wrist, and a just beneath that there is a bracelet of green beads. She wears two necklaces, one with a pink heart of glass, and the other with a hollow pink star shape. Her nails have been pressed upon with green extensions. Needless to say, Hannei aims to make a statement with her fashion, not one to be ignored.
Likes: Aina, video games, books, horror movies, pranks, electronics, air conditioning, science, cleanliness, music, cute boys.
Dislikes: The outdoors, dirty people, ruining her clothes, Aina.
Skills: Video games, electronic engineering.
Fears: Losing her sister, the deep ocean.
Inventory: Cell phone, RC drone and controller.
Personality: Hannei is a bubbly, introverted, mischevious, and loud girl who adores and despises her barely-older sister, Aina. She is a city girl who grew up used to a certain level of luxury. She is spoiled and petty, prone to fits of frustration and anger. Give her a few minutes to fume and vent and she'll be back to normal. Hannei is also, simply put, a bit of a weirdo. She's a chatterbox and likes making people angry in strange ways. Not outright antagonism, but if she sees a chance to prank someone she'll take it. She can dish it out, but not take it very well.
History: Hannei is used to the fast pace of city life. Ever since she was a little girl she liked taking apart her toys, and Aina's toys, and then putting her own toys back together and maybe not so much Aina's toys. She would babble for hours and hours about literally nothing in particular, or maybe the magic lightning juice that made everything work. Sometimes a light switch just needs to get flicked on over and over and over again because maybe she'll figure out how it works if she does that enough. She never did. She needed to go to high school for that. She tried making friends, but Hannei was an easy target for bullying given her enthusiasm and dissimilarity to the other children. This caused her to attach tighter to her sister who, also being a bit of a weirdo, enforced each other's weirdness. Most twins you meet are normal people who just happen to be twins. This is not the case with Hannei and Aina.
Despite it's regularly, Hannei never really got used to being teased and her outbursts and heart-on-her-sleeve nature only made her a bigger target. But she did learn how to hurt other people's feelings which made some people back off, and if the people she doesn't like just happen to have a virus installed on their phone, then that's just a happy accident.
Hannei had dragged Aina along to test out her new RC drone in one of the more abandoned back alley ways of Tokyo, where she had set up cardboard ramps. It got stuck behind a dumpster that it couldn't escape. She kneeled down to try and grab it when she did she accidentally bumped her head. Not that big of a deal, but when she felt dizzy and found herself falling to her knees and slumping forward, she wondered if maybe that little bump was a big deal after all.
When she woke up, she was in a different place, with an unconscious older sister draped across her.
Name: Aina Baizō
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: An athletically built Japanese brunette standing at five feet, four inches. She is a pretty japanese girl with big brown eyes, thin lips, and a big, up-tilted nose. Her brown hair is tied up into a ponytail on the left side of her head. There is a big purple polka-dotted bow there. She likes the color combination of purple and black. Around her left wrist there is a mettalic looking bracelet, and much below that, a wrist watch. Around her neck are two necklaces. One of a big yellow star, and a hollow purple heart. She wears a frilly black top that barely makes it to her hips. There a pair of black leggings tuck into knee high boots laced with purple string. A reflection of her sister's outfit, the two make a striking and instantly recognizeable pair. While they do not always dress like this, for obvious reasons they will be dressed as such for the forseeable future.
Likes: Hannei, jumping, climbing, gymnastics, being fast, swimming, being brave, pranks.
Dislikes: Fears, bugs, egotistical people, being the center of attention. Her cataplexy + narcolepsy.
Skills: Athletic, flexible, and acrobatic, Aina is a practiced gymnast.
Fears: Losing Hannei, being a burden.
Inventory: A bottle of anti-depressants, cell phone, solar powered/windable wrist watch.
Personality: She is cheeky, playful, quiet, extroverted, and despises yet adores her barely-younger sister Hannei. Aina likes to loom around the periphery and be involved in social situations, but never likes being the center of attention. She is competitive and likes to win, and take risks. She hates being humiliated and being scared, and puts on a brave face at all times. Acting brave has actually made her quite courageous over the years. Aina doesn't speak up much if she isn't directly next to her sister, but she likes making friends and meeting new people nonetheless. She just likes it when they come to her. She also hates being doted on and wants to be independant, but her medical condition makes this somewhat difficult. Her twin sister is one of the few people she can comfortably rely on without feeling guilty. Weak to peer pressure and a people pleaser, Aina mimicks those she hangs around with, especially her sister.
History:
Aina is used to big city life, and loved playing sports. Ever since she was a kid she would play ball with the other children and often dunk on her younger sister while playing sports. She was talented and wanted to become a gymnast. There is something of a paradox of desperately wanting to win and then desperately wanting to become invisible when everyone applauds your victory.
Aina has a rare condition called cataplexy + narcolepsy. Very occasionally, a few times a month, perhaps, she will fall asleep against her will and nap for a few seconds or a few minutes. However more often then not, she will suffer a cataplexic attack. When undergoing extreme emotions, such as fear, anger, sadness, joy, or laughter, she will lose control of her muscles and become exhausted. This exhaustion will usually lead to a moment of narcolepsy.
It was a tough condition, one that made competing difficult. To win a competition, overwhelmed with joy, only to feel her legs give out from under her and her world go black shortly after. To be sitting in a passenger seat of a car, experience a spooky moment with a bad driver, and then slump unconscious against the window. It was a difficult life, but she could always count on her sister to look out for her. This support made her confident. She stuck up for her sister against her bullies and continued to compete and win. Managing her emotions became easier over time with training and the help of medication. So she continued on her path as an athlete and the post-victory naps she had gotten used too became less frequent as a result. It was a positive feedback loop. The less scared she was of her condition, the less control it had over her.
She and her sister rely on each other for different reasons, be it emotional or physical support. They are as close as can be and seem to be the only people in the world who truly understand and unconditionally support each other, no matter what. Their parents have been supportive and loving, but it is exhausting to be a parent when your little girls are this much of a handful.
Aina had been dragged along by Hannei to play with her new RC drone, or whatever. When it got stuck behind a dumpster and Hannei went to retreat it, she assumed nothing was wrong when she crawled on her hands and knees to fetch it. There was a small clang, a small little "Ow!" and Aina laughed. But when Hannei didn't chastise her sister and instead slowly lowered herself to the ground and stopped moving, Aina got worried. She went to go see what was wrong and saw Hannei looked asleep. After trying to shake her awake to no avail, Aina felt fear well up inside her. Then she feared she was going to pass out in Hannei's hour of need, which only increased her fear, and shortly thereafter Aina slumped over her sisters body and began to quietly snore.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: An athletically built Japanese brunette standing at five feet, four inches. She is a pretty japanese girl with big brown eyes, thin lips, and a big, up-tilted nose. Her brown hair is tied up into a ponytail on the left side of her head. There is a big purple polka-dotted bow there. She likes the color combination of purple and black. Around her left wrist there is a mettalic looking bracelet, and much below that, a wrist watch. Around her neck are two necklaces. One of a big yellow star, and a hollow purple heart. She wears a frilly black top that barely makes it to her hips. There a pair of black leggings tuck into knee high boots laced with purple string. A reflection of her sister's outfit, the two make a striking and instantly recognizeable pair. While they do not always dress like this, for obvious reasons they will be dressed as such for the forseeable future.
Likes: Hannei, jumping, climbing, gymnastics, being fast, swimming, being brave, pranks.
Dislikes: Fears, bugs, egotistical people, being the center of attention. Her cataplexy + narcolepsy.
Skills: Athletic, flexible, and acrobatic, Aina is a practiced gymnast.
Fears: Losing Hannei, being a burden.
Inventory: A bottle of anti-depressants, cell phone, solar powered/windable wrist watch.
Personality: She is cheeky, playful, quiet, extroverted, and despises yet adores her barely-younger sister Hannei. Aina likes to loom around the periphery and be involved in social situations, but never likes being the center of attention. She is competitive and likes to win, and take risks. She hates being humiliated and being scared, and puts on a brave face at all times. Acting brave has actually made her quite courageous over the years. Aina doesn't speak up much if she isn't directly next to her sister, but she likes making friends and meeting new people nonetheless. She just likes it when they come to her. She also hates being doted on and wants to be independant, but her medical condition makes this somewhat difficult. Her twin sister is one of the few people she can comfortably rely on without feeling guilty. Weak to peer pressure and a people pleaser, Aina mimicks those she hangs around with, especially her sister.
History:
Aina is used to big city life, and loved playing sports. Ever since she was a kid she would play ball with the other children and often dunk on her younger sister while playing sports. She was talented and wanted to become a gymnast. There is something of a paradox of desperately wanting to win and then desperately wanting to become invisible when everyone applauds your victory.
Aina has a rare condition called cataplexy + narcolepsy. Very occasionally, a few times a month, perhaps, she will fall asleep against her will and nap for a few seconds or a few minutes. However more often then not, she will suffer a cataplexic attack. When undergoing extreme emotions, such as fear, anger, sadness, joy, or laughter, she will lose control of her muscles and become exhausted. This exhaustion will usually lead to a moment of narcolepsy.
It was a tough condition, one that made competing difficult. To win a competition, overwhelmed with joy, only to feel her legs give out from under her and her world go black shortly after. To be sitting in a passenger seat of a car, experience a spooky moment with a bad driver, and then slump unconscious against the window. It was a difficult life, but she could always count on her sister to look out for her. This support made her confident. She stuck up for her sister against her bullies and continued to compete and win. Managing her emotions became easier over time with training and the help of medication. So she continued on her path as an athlete and the post-victory naps she had gotten used too became less frequent as a result. It was a positive feedback loop. The less scared she was of her condition, the less control it had over her.
She and her sister rely on each other for different reasons, be it emotional or physical support. They are as close as can be and seem to be the only people in the world who truly understand and unconditionally support each other, no matter what. Their parents have been supportive and loving, but it is exhausting to be a parent when your little girls are this much of a handful.
Aina had been dragged along by Hannei to play with her new RC drone, or whatever. When it got stuck behind a dumpster and Hannei went to retreat it, she assumed nothing was wrong when she crawled on her hands and knees to fetch it. There was a small clang, a small little "Ow!" and Aina laughed. But when Hannei didn't chastise her sister and instead slowly lowered herself to the ground and stopped moving, Aina got worried. She went to go see what was wrong and saw Hannei looked asleep. After trying to shake her awake to no avail, Aina felt fear well up inside her. Then she feared she was going to pass out in Hannei's hour of need, which only increased her fear, and shortly thereafter Aina slumped over her sisters body and began to quietly snore.
Luminosity Glows in the Dark
Member
Seen
3 yrs ago
Name: Freya Carstensen
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
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Personality: Freya's quiet on the surface, and not the easiest girl to open up. She'd much rather listen to others than talk about herself, and at times can seem secretive or sly. She may enjoy writing, but she's not the best with words when put on the spot. She's never made friends easily, something she's actually quite hard on herself about.
Despite her enjoyment of archery, Freya is not violent at all, practicing it at first as a way to spend time with a friend and later as a way to find some inner peace. She'll resort to violence only if she feels she has no other choice. Bravery is not something she lacks, though, and she'll jump at a chance to help others, so she can make ties with actions rather than words.
Freya has been looking for a fresh start around new faces for a while now. This is not exactly what she had in mind.
History: Freya grew up the younger of two children in a fairly well off family, spending most of her childhood in a moderately sized Pacific Northwest town. She had a stable, normal life for the most part, finding her interests in school in things like art and writing, and beyond it in activities like archery and rock climbing. Freya wasn't the most popular or outgoing girl, but she had a steady circle of friends and a healthy home life.
Her world was turned upside down at the age of 16, however, when she and her best friend were hit by a drunk driver while Freya was behind the wheel. She made it out with only a broken bone in her arm, but her friend was killed. The trauma from that is something she still hasn't properly dealt with, and over her senior year of high school is proceeded to deteriorate several aspects of her life, the social parts more than anything.
She withdrew into isolation for a while, but near the end of her senior year her friends convinced her to skip school on a Friday and take a camping trip. It proved to be just what she needed, and started the process of turning her spirits around before she heads off to the east coast for a fresh start at a university.
But she never made it home. Freya got separated from the others on the road back, and pulled over to look up directions. That was when she felt the dizziness set in, and a few seconds later she slumped back in her seat. She woke up somewhere completely different.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Likes:
- Creating art
- Music
- Writing
- Nature, especially small animals
Dislikes:
- Coffee
- Hot weather
- Bossy, stubborn people
- Whispers make her deeply uncomfortable
Skills:
- Drawing and writing
- Climbing, specifically rock climbing
- Archery, if she could find a bow and arrows
Fears:
- True, complete silence, especially in darkness
- Nightmares
Inventory:
- Her phone
- Car keys
- A few hair ties
Personality: Freya's quiet on the surface, and not the easiest girl to open up. She'd much rather listen to others than talk about herself, and at times can seem secretive or sly. She may enjoy writing, but she's not the best with words when put on the spot. She's never made friends easily, something she's actually quite hard on herself about.
Despite her enjoyment of archery, Freya is not violent at all, practicing it at first as a way to spend time with a friend and later as a way to find some inner peace. She'll resort to violence only if she feels she has no other choice. Bravery is not something she lacks, though, and she'll jump at a chance to help others, so she can make ties with actions rather than words.
Freya has been looking for a fresh start around new faces for a while now. This is not exactly what she had in mind.
History: Freya grew up the younger of two children in a fairly well off family, spending most of her childhood in a moderately sized Pacific Northwest town. She had a stable, normal life for the most part, finding her interests in school in things like art and writing, and beyond it in activities like archery and rock climbing. Freya wasn't the most popular or outgoing girl, but she had a steady circle of friends and a healthy home life.
Her world was turned upside down at the age of 16, however, when she and her best friend were hit by a drunk driver while Freya was behind the wheel. She made it out with only a broken bone in her arm, but her friend was killed. The trauma from that is something she still hasn't properly dealt with, and over her senior year of high school is proceeded to deteriorate several aspects of her life, the social parts more than anything.
She withdrew into isolation for a while, but near the end of her senior year her friends convinced her to skip school on a Friday and take a camping trip. It proved to be just what she needed, and started the process of turning her spirits around before she heads off to the east coast for a fresh start at a university.
But she never made it home. Freya got separated from the others on the road back, and pulled over to look up directions. That was when she felt the dizziness set in, and a few seconds later she slumped back in her seat. She woke up somewhere completely different.
DClassified Kung Fro Killa
Member
Seen
21 days ago
● Name
|| Wallace 'Walé' Cambridge
● Age
|| Seventeen
● Gender
|| Male
● Small Description
|| Walé is a model example for an athlete. He stands at 6'0" with a toned but somewhat slim build. This is indicative of the fact that, while he favors flight over fight most days, he’s no slouch when backed into a corner.
As for what he’s typically seen in, it’s usually sportswear. Sweatpants, varying jerseys, gym shorts, sneakers, etc. He always tries to mix and match the colors of his outfits.
● Likes
|| #Music
#Animals
#Movies
#Gaming
#Comics
#BallIsLife
#Peaches
● Dislikes
|| X Bees
X Bullying
X Bullshit
X Ignorant Know-It-Alls
X Fake People
X Snobby Attitudes
X Haterade
● Skills
|| Observation
Acting
Critical Thinking
Problem/Puzzle-Solving
Hauling Ass
● Fears
|| Fire
Ghosts
Wild Animals
The Shadows
What Lurks IN The Shadows
Being Abandoned By Family/Friends
● Inventory
|| Hair-Pick
Cell Phone
Headphones
Six Rubber Wristbands
● Personality
|| Walé is a good guy, to put it simply. He’s the type of guy that works hard, holds the door for people, and doesn’t try to be something that he isn’t. Although not seeming to be the brightest, he is painfully observant and clever. As such, he likes to act flamboyant and silly around among his friends. He stands out in a crowd and by no means falls victim to peer pressure. He tends to radiate a positive aura that latches onto the good spirits of others. Even when going through the motions, and it’d take something dramatic to faze him.
When he does end up in a mood, he drags his feet, his head hangs just a little bit lower; his heart's on his sleeve. He has depressed periods that he often tries his best to hide in public, which can constitute with him being overly comical at times. Walé is very defensive about his mom and sensitive to those who don’t particularly treat their mothers well. When really fired up, he'll get testy and confrontational, albeit never violent.
● History
|| Wallace didn’t have a lot when he was young. He wasn’t the kid with the hottest new game system. He wasn’t the kid that got to go on family vacations or anything like that. His family was just managing to keep their head above the water, but they had each other, and that was enough for him.
His pops ran the local barber shop, Calvin's Chop Shop, was the name of the place. Although his dad was real strict, he was funny, hardworking, and kind. He bought Walé his first basketball and told him all kinds of stories about differing sports heroes. A lot of who Wallace is today was built up by that man. He was everything one could want in a father, even if he wasn’t perfect. At least, that was how Walé saw him. As it turned out, his eating habits weren’t the greatest and it was a major contributor when his father passed away due to heart problems.
It tore their family of three asunder as Walé and his mother had to move on without him. From his youth onward, it was clear that he was much closer to his father than his mother, but they kept one another up when times were bleak. So, for a while it was just them with his mother having to light the candle on both ends to make ends meet.
That is, until she met a man named Marcus, whom his mother eventually fell in love with to try filling the void. Wallace felt betrayed but did his best to simply keep those emotions inside for the sake of his mom’s happiness. Though, the man sometimes secretly abused his mom. When asked about it, he found himself met with his mother’s desperate protests to leave it be; that it’d get better with time. Although he didn’t want to believe it, Walé relented.
This led to Walé burying himself in the world of sports to funnel his frustrations. Again, everything seemed to fade into a sort of normalcy. He even got his little sister, Deena, in that time, who he gravitated to instantly. Though, as if on some wicked turntable, the same year that she was born, was the same year that Wallace lost his mother to a house fire, with his stepfather jailed for manslaughter.
His Aunt Marsha basically went to war against the childcare system to keep them together, eventually adopting them. As the saying went, time moved forward, and for the past two years, Amadeus is finally able to start coming back into his own again. School’s been fine, College sports scouts and even some NBA reporters come to his games.
Everything seemed to be looking up...Or So He Thought...
geminironin
Member
Seen
8 mos ago
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Likes:
* "Magical" things
* Literature
* Mythology
* Orchestral music
Dislikes:
* Skeptics
* Insects
* Boredom
Skills:
* Fantasy writing
* Card reading
* Flute (school band level)
* Sketching
Fears:
* Being trapped
* Blood
Inventory:
* Flute
* Tarot cards
* Half-filled sketchbook
* Drawing pencils
* Antique pocketwatch
* Vintage lighter
* Clove cigarettes
Personality:
Someone who was lost in her own world before getting lost in another. Most would describe her as withdrawn and detached, but the friends she has know her as creative and witty. Her sense of humor often comes at the expense of people and things she finds too ordinary to be worth her time, however, and she embraces the derision this has earned her from the "ordinary" masses.
History:
Annette was born and raised in the quintessential suburban family, and it never suited her. She did well enough in school and at home, but she could never help but compare her life to those she saw on TV or read about in books. When she reached high school and found it nothing like what television had promised her, she knew she had to do something drastic. She entered her sophomore year with a new name, new hair, and a new identity in an attempt to become the heroine of her own story, and delved into all the "magical lore" she could find in an effort to make it stick.
After two years, she feels she has definitely forged herself into a different person than the idle dreamer she once was, but only time will tell whether she's a true visionary or a delusional hipster.
Male | 14
Appearance:
At a frail 5’1”, Julian’s not exactly the picture of health. He’s pale as can be, and his nose and eyes are constantly red due to his rubbing. It’s hardly his fault, though; he’s allergic to a lot of stuff—pollen, peanuts, and most animals, just to list a few. While he’s not deathly allergic to any of them, it’s not pleasant having itchy eyes and runny noses all the time, and he sneezes so often he may as well call it a way of life. So by all means, blame him for not being the happiest person in the room as he adjusts his glasses and rubs his nose. It’s not like he hasn’t heard enough of those comments from his family and friends. Not so much friends, but he’s made his point.
Clothing-wise, he sticks to the stuff that works. Windbreakers, hoodies, turtlenecks—the practical stuff. Most pants are a baggy on him, but that’s what belts are for, or elastic waistbands since he still fits most of his childhood clothes. As for other aesthetics, he’s not that picky. Solid, cool-toned colors are his jam, though he’s got a few bright dashes here and there in his wardrobe. Patterns and prints are messy and unnecessary, in his eyes, and tennis shoes have served him well thus far. So yeah, he’s not that picky. He just knows what works for him, and a lot of stuff doesn’t.
Currently, he has on a yellow thermal-tech turtleneck that he knows but won’t admit is too bright for him. The color speaks to him, or whatever people will have him say for the questions to stop. It’s rather lightweight despite its thickness, and it’s built to both retain heat and disperse sweat, or at least the tag attached had claimed it was. Outside that is his trusty blue windbreaker, which is hooded, waterproof, and basically weather-proof. Sure he might not survive a snowstorm, but when’s the last time it snowed in Oregon? Don't answer that.
Bottom-wise, he’s got on a pair of nondescript grey joggers, which are loose and, of course, water-proof. Wrapped over them are a pair of clunky hiking boots he’d insisted on buying and wearing into the forest, lest the bugs and dirt anywhere near him. Unfortunately, the black waterproof backpack he lugged to Oregon did not make it with him, and he has only immense regret over leaving it behind in the house. Thankfully, his pants and jacket have enough pockets to fit all of the things he brought with him, but he does miss his bag.
Clothing-wise, he sticks to the stuff that works. Windbreakers, hoodies, turtlenecks—the practical stuff. Most pants are a baggy on him, but that’s what belts are for, or elastic waistbands since he still fits most of his childhood clothes. As for other aesthetics, he’s not that picky. Solid, cool-toned colors are his jam, though he’s got a few bright dashes here and there in his wardrobe. Patterns and prints are messy and unnecessary, in his eyes, and tennis shoes have served him well thus far. So yeah, he’s not that picky. He just knows what works for him, and a lot of stuff doesn’t.
Currently, he has on a yellow thermal-tech turtleneck that he knows but won’t admit is too bright for him. The color speaks to him, or whatever people will have him say for the questions to stop. It’s rather lightweight despite its thickness, and it’s built to both retain heat and disperse sweat, or at least the tag attached had claimed it was. Outside that is his trusty blue windbreaker, which is hooded, waterproof, and basically weather-proof. Sure he might not survive a snowstorm, but when’s the last time it snowed in Oregon? Don't answer that.
Bottom-wise, he’s got on a pair of nondescript grey joggers, which are loose and, of course, water-proof. Wrapped over them are a pair of clunky hiking boots he’d insisted on buying and wearing into the forest, lest the bugs and dirt anywhere near him. Unfortunately, the black waterproof backpack he lugged to Oregon did not make it with him, and he has only immense regret over leaving it behind in the house. Thankfully, his pants and jacket have enough pockets to fit all of the things he brought with him, but he does miss his bag.
Background:
Fresh out of middle school with an overly jaded outlook on life, Julian doesn’t see why his future won’t be as bleak as his life has been so far. While that doesn’t mean that he won’t fight like hell to try and better it, it also means that he’s expecting a few curveballs. After all, it’s not like life has been great to him so far; being born with a weak heart, skin pale enough to bruise at a tap, and enough allergies to fill the lines on most school medical forms was only the beginning of the list. Adding onto it was an extroverted family that made no effort to understand his perspective and some school bullies who had the kid excused from physical fitness down as easy pickings. Does he blame them? Not really, but yes, he does. And, because of how the world works, that doesn’t matter.
With his school and home life being what it is, Julian retreated onto the internet, where he could be separated from his physical shortcomings, be the bully from the other side of a screen and check out when the situation didn’t suit him. Taking out his frustrations on people online was easy. There were no downsides, no repercussions that’d follow him through the different forums and comment sections he frequented. Flaming others over multiplayer game chats, both text and voice, became more a hobby than a way to let off steam, and he takes pride in being able to drive others off, as strange as that sounds. It’s not the most conventional, but it is what it is.
With his school and home life being what it is, Julian retreated onto the internet, where he could be separated from his physical shortcomings, be the bully from the other side of a screen and check out when the situation didn’t suit him. Taking out his frustrations on people online was easy. There were no downsides, no repercussions that’d follow him through the different forums and comment sections he frequented. Flaming others over multiplayer game chats, both text and voice, became more a hobby than a way to let off steam, and he takes pride in being able to drive others off, as strange as that sounds. It’s not the most conventional, but it is what it is.
Personality:
Again, Julian’s not the happiest kid on the block. He’s pessimistic and has a fun sponge personality, as his family often likes to say, and he sees nothing wrong with either that or his short-toned responses to everything. The worst thing it does is get people to avoid him, which is the better outcome, in his opinion. While he might’ve called himself shy at one point in time, that point’s long past, and he tends to speak his mind these days—or at least mutter it under his breath if he doesn’t feel comfortable in saying it loud and proud. He’s not particularly brave, and but no one’s called him a coward yet, so there’s that. Collecting votes of confidence might not be in his near future, but he makes do his own way.
Likes:
- Video Games
- Cloudy days
- Silence
- Nighttime
Dislikes:
- Sun
- Rain
- Snow
- Dumb people
- Talkative people
Fears:
- Rodents
- Suffocating
- Drowning
Skills:
- Video game whiz. He makes it a point to never read instructions and always skip tutorials.
- Being a pessimistic fun sponge
- Fast typer. 120+ wpm kind of fast, though a little slower with just thumbs.
Inventory:
- Smartphone
- Portable Battery and Charging Cord
- Wire Earphones
- Bug Spray
Platinum Cobra Gamer4Life
Member
Seen
9 mos ago
Name: Victor Durolo
Age: 16
Gender:Male
Appearance:
Likes:
Video Games
Reading
Cold
Dislikes:
Sports
School
Heat
Skills: Tracking, reading other languages, Fighting
Fears: Spiders, Bright lights, Fast moving objects
Inventory: Cellphone, car keys, corded headphones, gum, 64 cents in change
Personality: Shut in, prefers darkness and being alone then crowded places or groups. Funny when you break through the tough exterior he tries to put up and very bright on certain subjects. ADHD keeps him from understanding something's and focusing hard on others, his attention will quickly be taken away from things and easily distracted.
History: A shut in most of his life and never really showing up to school Perzival was a troubled child or so everyone thought. Really he just wanted to be left alone, preferring isolation to everything else. His parent's were somewhat worried about him but he was a bright kid just couldn't deal with the slow pace of school. That was until he met Vexalia, a woman in his class who had grown curious about the kid that never really showed up and when he did sat in the back corner in the shadows. He had noticed her to, outgoing, sporty almost everything he wasn't she was intriguing.
They started dating, she made sure he actually got out of the house and did things. He showed her the secluded life of movies, video games. Somehow they complimented each other. Nobody could understand it but they did, regular camping trips became a thing every other weekend Vexalia showed up and would make sure to take Perzival out despite the small protest's he put up. He started smiling more, and showing up to school. His parent's divorced a year later, they never said why and Perzival became more of a shut in. His dad left and his mom got full custody, Vexalia would still show up but now to a closed and locked door, yet still she worked on him never giving up. When she finally did get the door open, it was time to go on another camping trip somewhere special.
Age: 16
Gender:Male
Appearance:
Likes:
Video Games
Reading
Cold
Dislikes:
Sports
School
Heat
Skills: Tracking, reading other languages, Fighting
Fears: Spiders, Bright lights, Fast moving objects
Inventory: Cellphone, car keys, corded headphones, gum, 64 cents in change
Personality: Shut in, prefers darkness and being alone then crowded places or groups. Funny when you break through the tough exterior he tries to put up and very bright on certain subjects. ADHD keeps him from understanding something's and focusing hard on others, his attention will quickly be taken away from things and easily distracted.
History: A shut in most of his life and never really showing up to school Perzival was a troubled child or so everyone thought. Really he just wanted to be left alone, preferring isolation to everything else. His parent's were somewhat worried about him but he was a bright kid just couldn't deal with the slow pace of school. That was until he met Vexalia, a woman in his class who had grown curious about the kid that never really showed up and when he did sat in the back corner in the shadows. He had noticed her to, outgoing, sporty almost everything he wasn't she was intriguing.
They started dating, she made sure he actually got out of the house and did things. He showed her the secluded life of movies, video games. Somehow they complimented each other. Nobody could understand it but they did, regular camping trips became a thing every other weekend Vexalia showed up and would make sure to take Perzival out despite the small protest's he put up. He started smiling more, and showing up to school. His parent's divorced a year later, they never said why and Perzival became more of a shut in. His dad left and his mom got full custody, Vexalia would still show up but now to a closed and locked door, yet still she worked on him never giving up. When she finally did get the door open, it was time to go on another camping trip somewhere special.
Name: Venassa Lilac
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Appearance:
Likes:
Sports
Outdoors
Reading
Social Gatherings
Dislikes:
Cold
Darkness
Loneliness
Video Games
Skills: Mind Games, Climbing, Running, Jumping, Swimming
Fears: Spiders, Fire, Rats, Bats, and small spaces
Inventory: 2 Protein bars, bottle of water, Lipstick, Hair ties, and Belt
Personality: Happy, outgoing, loves the outdoors, talkative, sometimes goes quiet when her mind is going into overdrive as she figures problems out, intelligent. Assertive when she needs to be to make it so she doesn't have to do things she doesn't want to.
History: Growing up with camping trips and sports surrounding her life it was all she knew for a long time before meeting Perzival. He was strange and different, interesting. She wanted to break through to him, he rarely was in school but on one of the days he was she took her chance and brought him out more before at some point she realized they were dating. Going to sporting event's, camping trips, he tried to break through to her a few times on being inside. It worked a few times and she grew to like the occasional change in pace, it was fun and different. After awhile it grew to be a routine, her dad didn't like it to much he missed his pure outdoors daughter. He took her away for a week for just some father daughter bonding time.
That was when she came back, Perzivals family had broken up and she found a locked door waiting for her eachday. Eachday she would come after school and check when he never showed up, sometimes sitting outside of it and just talking with no answer. She was starting to worry about him, and so was his mom. After a few long talks and a few more days she came and finally saw the door slightly cracked, with a worried smile she pushed it open and found a sleep deprived boy playing his video games. It took her another day before she got him to sleep and after that she showed up with 2 bags packed and dragged him out. He needed to get outside and they were going camping, somewhere new that she had found online.
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Appearance:
Likes:
Sports
Outdoors
Reading
Social Gatherings
Dislikes:
Cold
Darkness
Loneliness
Video Games
Skills: Mind Games, Climbing, Running, Jumping, Swimming
Fears: Spiders, Fire, Rats, Bats, and small spaces
Inventory: 2 Protein bars, bottle of water, Lipstick, Hair ties, and Belt
Personality: Happy, outgoing, loves the outdoors, talkative, sometimes goes quiet when her mind is going into overdrive as she figures problems out, intelligent. Assertive when she needs to be to make it so she doesn't have to do things she doesn't want to.
History: Growing up with camping trips and sports surrounding her life it was all she knew for a long time before meeting Perzival. He was strange and different, interesting. She wanted to break through to him, he rarely was in school but on one of the days he was she took her chance and brought him out more before at some point she realized they were dating. Going to sporting event's, camping trips, he tried to break through to her a few times on being inside. It worked a few times and she grew to like the occasional change in pace, it was fun and different. After awhile it grew to be a routine, her dad didn't like it to much he missed his pure outdoors daughter. He took her away for a week for just some father daughter bonding time.
That was when she came back, Perzivals family had broken up and she found a locked door waiting for her eachday. Eachday she would come after school and check when he never showed up, sometimes sitting outside of it and just talking with no answer. She was starting to worry about him, and so was his mom. After a few long talks and a few more days she came and finally saw the door slightly cracked, with a worried smile she pushed it open and found a sleep deprived boy playing his video games. It took her another day before she got him to sleep and after that she showed up with 2 bags packed and dragged him out. He needed to get outside and they were going camping, somewhere new that she had found online.
alexfangtalon I AM HAMSTER / HEAR ME SQUEAK
Member
Seen
3 yrs ago
| ▅ ▅  | Name: ↳ Anthony Marcus ReeseAge: ↳ 16Gender: ↳ MaleLikes: ↳ AttentionHonesty Impulsivity Kids(Especially his younger sisters) Making YouTube videos Dislikes: ↳ LiesThe idea that he has to be 'protected' Himself The bad side of internet culture Sitting around doing nothing |
Skills:
↳ Quick Reflexes/Thinking
Reading people
Acting
Reading people
Acting
Fears:
↳ Discovering there is something wrong with him
Everyone leaving him
Complete Solitude
Everyone leaving him
Complete Solitude
Inventory:
↳ Cell Phone
GoPro
Watch
Pocket Knife
GoPro
Watch
Pocket Knife
Appearance:
↳ Marcus is 5'9" and weighs in at 137 lbs. His naturally blonde hair is almost always dyed to be a bright red. He has deep amber eyes which always seem to be analyzing whatever he's looking at. When around others he tends to try and keep a smile on his face unless various circumstances would suggest otherwise but when alone his expression tends to be alarmingly blank. His attire tends to be a formal casual always wearing high-end clothes that fit just right. The true first impression is how one looks and he has full belief in that.
Personality:
↳ Marcus is an extremely social guy. Everyone in his class seems to like him, and you'll rarely catch him without a smile on his face. Some would say that Marcus always knows what to say to cheer them up and the teen tends to make it his mission to take care of those close to him. But really what can anyone say about a person unless they get in their head. Marcus just enjoys attention and fun. That's mostly it. And it's not really any fault of his own. He just doesn't understand himself. He knows how people typically react to things and what a genuine response should be. But he doesn't understand as everything that happens to him and those around him affect him differently than it affects anyone else. He's scared of the possibility that something is wrong with him.
Marcus is not a bad guy. He cares about people. But he just can't seem to create a real connection with them. He often finds himself doing things on a whim. Whatever interests him really. Makes for great content on YouTube most of the time. He enjoys spending time with kids. Especially his younger sisters. Marcus has just always felt drawn to kids since they are open about everything and they are curious about the world. The older someone gets, the less the world seems to sparkle.
Marcus is not a bad guy. He cares about people. But he just can't seem to create a real connection with them. He often finds himself doing things on a whim. Whatever interests him really. Makes for great content on YouTube most of the time. He enjoys spending time with kids. Especially his younger sisters. Marcus has just always felt drawn to kids since they are open about everything and they are curious about the world. The older someone gets, the less the world seems to sparkle.
History:
↳ The golden child from the Reese household. That's what some in his hometown tend to call Marcus. He's kind, outgoing, helpful, hardworking, and the list of good adjectives go on and on. From a young age, it seemed as if Marcus was the perfect child. He never caused problems for his parents or siblings. He'd always be willing to share his toys with other kids. He even one time gave his candy money to an old lady who was short some money for her groceries. Of course, his parents still got him a lollipop, but young Marcus was always a kind affectionate sort. He knew that if he was kind to others they'd be kind right back.
He had a lot of friends as well, but one day his best friend just disappeared. No one would talk to him or answer his questions about what happened to her. So many things ran through his mind, and each was worse than the last. But the one he finally settled on was that she had just abandoned him. A few weeks later he received a letter from her, and that's when he finally heard the story of what had happened. By that point, he didn't care. Why was he left out of the loop? Why was he lied to? They could have just told him, and he'd be able to deal with it. From that point on he was a little rebellious, but only at home and to his parents. He also still had friends, but it was never the same. When he started middle school, he'd have the occasional girlfriend, but it never lasted. Only two things shone like a light in his existence. A community that enjoyed his antics on the internet and his adorable little sisters. They were the only ones who had never lied to him.
Then another person left him. His mother the one who fostered the sweet boy just up and went. And the last interaction Marcus remembered having with her was more or less him getting mad at her because she asked him if he had a Valentine. A simple question with a simple answer but he just couldn't bring himself to answer like any normal kid, or maybe he just didn't care. Then she was gone in such a horrible way. Another person who hid their troubles and left. Oddly enough he wasn't affected by her death. He could tell she was hurting. He didn't want her to have to suffer. What upset him was that darned letter she had left for each of her children. When the cursed paper came into his possession, he ran. He ran as far as he could. When he stopped, he found himself next to a quiet lake. He looked at the letter and fear overwhelmed him. What if it was his fault? What if yelling at her for no reason in her worst state of mind pushed her over the edge? He couldn't risk that and tried to throw it into the water, but the wind had other ideas blowing it right back at him. So, to this day it sits in the corner of his room. To make matters worse, a year after his mother died two more walked away leaving him behind. His grieving father had gone with Maya, the youngest Reese child, to the park but they never returned. All he sees is their backs turned to him. Walking away laughing without a care in the world. If relationships are this painful? Then what's the point?
Ever since Marcus has been in a state of flux. Around others, he still tries his best to not let anyone see his pain and anger, but his mind is a constant whirlwind of torment and thinking about the darkest possibilities. Once a month since the two vanished Marcus has found himself resting by that quiet lake. It's calming. The slow quiet movements of the water wash away most of the pain he feels inside. He finds himself talking essentially to the lake but really it's to himself and just getting the words out helps more than he ever thought they would. When things get rough he comes here. On one such trip, he is just staring across the lake when his head starts to feel dizzy. His eyes begin to feel very heavy and he slumps over on the ground using his arm to sleep. He's rested here many times so why should this time be any different?
He had a lot of friends as well, but one day his best friend just disappeared. No one would talk to him or answer his questions about what happened to her. So many things ran through his mind, and each was worse than the last. But the one he finally settled on was that she had just abandoned him. A few weeks later he received a letter from her, and that's when he finally heard the story of what had happened. By that point, he didn't care. Why was he left out of the loop? Why was he lied to? They could have just told him, and he'd be able to deal with it. From that point on he was a little rebellious, but only at home and to his parents. He also still had friends, but it was never the same. When he started middle school, he'd have the occasional girlfriend, but it never lasted. Only two things shone like a light in his existence. A community that enjoyed his antics on the internet and his adorable little sisters. They were the only ones who had never lied to him.
Then another person left him. His mother the one who fostered the sweet boy just up and went. And the last interaction Marcus remembered having with her was more or less him getting mad at her because she asked him if he had a Valentine. A simple question with a simple answer but he just couldn't bring himself to answer like any normal kid, or maybe he just didn't care. Then she was gone in such a horrible way. Another person who hid their troubles and left. Oddly enough he wasn't affected by her death. He could tell she was hurting. He didn't want her to have to suffer. What upset him was that darned letter she had left for each of her children. When the cursed paper came into his possession, he ran. He ran as far as he could. When he stopped, he found himself next to a quiet lake. He looked at the letter and fear overwhelmed him. What if it was his fault? What if yelling at her for no reason in her worst state of mind pushed her over the edge? He couldn't risk that and tried to throw it into the water, but the wind had other ideas blowing it right back at him. So, to this day it sits in the corner of his room. To make matters worse, a year after his mother died two more walked away leaving him behind. His grieving father had gone with Maya, the youngest Reese child, to the park but they never returned. All he sees is their backs turned to him. Walking away laughing without a care in the world. If relationships are this painful? Then what's the point?
Ever since Marcus has been in a state of flux. Around others, he still tries his best to not let anyone see his pain and anger, but his mind is a constant whirlwind of torment and thinking about the darkest possibilities. Once a month since the two vanished Marcus has found himself resting by that quiet lake. It's calming. The slow quiet movements of the water wash away most of the pain he feels inside. He finds himself talking essentially to the lake but really it's to himself and just getting the words out helps more than he ever thought they would. When things get rough he comes here. On one such trip, he is just staring across the lake when his head starts to feel dizzy. His eyes begin to feel very heavy and he slumps over on the ground using his arm to sleep. He's rested here many times so why should this time be any different?
| ▅ ▅  | Name: ↳ MaizeyAge: ↳ 10Gender: ↳ FemaleLikes: ↳ ShadeFish Sounds When new vic- people show up Listening to 'normal' people sing Dislikes: ↳ RainEither to cold or to hot weather The Beings of this forest Silence Idiots |
Skills: ↳ Hiding Making Crude Arrows Quick Runner Tracking/Hunting Fears: ↳ The Forest Denizens New People Being Captured Inventory: ↳ 5 Crude Looking Arrows An Old Teddy Bear A Badly Made Bow Knife | ▅ ▅  |
Appearance:
↳ A short girl with a height of four feet and three inches. She weighs approximately 68 pounds. She has very long hair that is of a copperish tint. Her eyes are a deep red that have seen some of the horrors this forest has to offer. Her clothing is just a simple white dress that seems like it has been run through the mud and filth for years, not once being washed. She has a bit of other pieces of clothing in various states of quality. All looking like she has had them for varying amounts of time and almost none of it matching. She also has a collar around her neck which she can't get off.
Personality:
↳ Maizey is definitely not your typical child. She's wild, distrusting, brutal, and cruelly honest. She has seen people come. She has seen them die. You can't be who you were and live. You MUST change or you will suffer. So, over the years she has lived in this forest she has adopted that mindset. So, whenever new people show up, if she for some reason chooses to stick with them will try and work them towards being capable of surviving here, and you can't be nice when getting someone to that place. At least, a child can't. Sure, older people who have adjusted to this world are better at getting new people to conform but Maizey doesn't have that luxury. But, she also can't fully entrust these people with her safety. Eventually, they will fail. Before they bring their doom upon themselves she will have taken all that they have gathered for herself, she'll even take some of their things from the 'old' world, and run before they realize it's over.
If any of the monsters appear, she'll generally fight for her life to escape from them. If she believes she can win she'll fight to kill them. If they are attacking other people it depends on if they look new or not whether she'll help or not. If she sees other people that have been here for some time and she has never allied with them it will be her goal to take everything she can from them. It's not like they'll live much longer in her eyes. Being in a group only works for a time. Eventually, the monsters will come and you'll be too focused on either helping the others or believing that they'll help you and that when you realize you were wrong it will all be too late. Maizey wishes that one day she can go back to that place she once knew. It was so long ago but she knows it was safe and comforting. She hopes that someone will come that she can finally believe in. She's tired of fighting but also scared to quit.
If any of the monsters appear, she'll generally fight for her life to escape from them. If she believes she can win she'll fight to kill them. If they are attacking other people it depends on if they look new or not whether she'll help or not. If she sees other people that have been here for some time and she has never allied with them it will be her goal to take everything she can from them. It's not like they'll live much longer in her eyes. Being in a group only works for a time. Eventually, the monsters will come and you'll be too focused on either helping the others or believing that they'll help you and that when you realize you were wrong it will all be too late. Maizey wishes that one day she can go back to that place she once knew. It was so long ago but she knows it was safe and comforting. She hopes that someone will come that she can finally believe in. She's tired of fighting but also scared to quit.
History:
↳ Maizey doesn't remember much outside of the world she has grown up in. That is because while she was still just a toddler, she along with her father were whisked away to this land of magic. They weren't the only ones though. A small group of people of varying ages. None of whom had any idea where they were. It did not take long before the group learned the nature of the forest. Over the next two years, the numbers of this group dwindled until the only ones remaining were Maizey, her father, and another kid who was about eight at this time.
The group of three would soon become two when Maizey's father had to sacrifice himself in order to give Maizy and the other kid a chance to run away. The two weren't alone for very long though as other people found themselves waking up in the fantastical forest. This new group helped the two while the two informed them about the dangers of this forest. This co-existence helped for a time. Eventually, the two children realized that such a large group would never work forever, and despite not wanting to they stole whatever supplies they could for themselves and ran. Low and behold the fears of the children came to fruition and the group which had taken hold in a single part of the forest were soon overrun by the denizens of the land.
For the next few years, the two repeated this process of siding with newcomers but eventually running when they felt that staying would mean certain death. It worked for a time but the two eventually got sloppy. For the entire time they had been here, neither had gone into the caves which seemed to go forever into the ground. But they got chased in there by some of the monsters.
The group of three would soon become two when Maizey's father had to sacrifice himself in order to give Maizy and the other kid a chance to run away. The two weren't alone for very long though as other people found themselves waking up in the fantastical forest. This new group helped the two while the two informed them about the dangers of this forest. This co-existence helped for a time. Eventually, the two children realized that such a large group would never work forever, and despite not wanting to they stole whatever supplies they could for themselves and ran. Low and behold the fears of the children came to fruition and the group which had taken hold in a single part of the forest were soon overrun by the denizens of the land.
For the next few years, the two repeated this process of siding with newcomers but eventually running when they felt that staying would mean certain death. It worked for a time but the two eventually got sloppy. For the entire time they had been here, neither had gone into the caves which seemed to go forever into the ground. But they got chased in there by some of the monsters.
They ran deep into the caves and were discovered by other creatures which called the Faewoods their home. These creatures didn't kill them though. They captured the children and kept them under their 'protection'. In reality, they were the pets of these creatures. For a year and a half, Maizey was kept as a pet but through sheer determination, she eventually escaped. Unfortunately, she had been separated from the other child and has no idea where she could be. She has been trying to escape the caves to the woods ever since.
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