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North American Hogwarts; RiverWing

Alyssa Samara Chase

Aly nodded a bit not really sure if that was a bad thing or a good thing. She eyed melonie surprised as she joined into the others conversation, which was when she knew that she wasn't the only one was dropping. "Melonie what are you doing?" She whispered as she watched. 'War? When did anyone say war?' She wondered to herself. She heard nothing about war.
She was going to ask what it was when the lights had turned blue whit was when she realised that the rest of the students had came into the great hall. She smiled a bit.' Finally food!' She thought to herself. She looked up at the staff table at Geneva Mckelly. She definitely wasn't her most favorite teacher, but at the same time not the worse. She didn't pay much attention to what she was saying, it was the same speech every year, at least it seamed like it to her. The only thing she found partly interesting was the quiditch, but she never actually signed up to go tryout since she didn't have her own broom stick.
The speech was quickly over and the feast appeared before there eyes. Aly smiled as she grabbed a waffle and placed some syrup on to it. She cut the pieces with the edge of her fork and took a bite. She looked at the others in the great hall looking for others she recognised but didn't see anyone on first glance. She looked back at melonie and asked. " So what's your schedule?"

@The Elvenqueen

The 100

The 100 ((based off the TV show/books))

World war three, or the nuclear war ended society. The earth had to much radiation making it impossible for anyone to live on it. Everyone was put on a ship and sent out to the space, in the ark/arks.
The ark was originally 12 different stations, till they realised they were better off together. They teamed up together and created one union.
The ark also has very strict rules.
Breaking any crime, no matter how big or small, is punishable by death (unless you’re under 18, then you’re locked up). And the punishment is not some electric chair or injection: Death is by “floating,” or the act of sending the still alive “criminal” out into space. It’s as violent and brutal as it sounds.
The prisons are just simply white walls. There is a small lamp and a bed.

97 years later the ark is having trouble with the reasorces such as oxygen decided to send 100 delinquents to the ground. As far as they know there is nothing on the ground, and no human civilization.
This is a lie.
Grounder- term used to describe a person who was born on Earth rather than in space or Mount Weather. The Grounders alive today are descendants of humans who survived the nuclear apocalypse 97 years ago. Many of the Sky People have negative views toward Grounders, just like a lot of Grounders view of the Sky People.
Mountain men-
Mountain Men, or Maunon (Trigedasleng), is a term used by the Sky People and the Grounders to describe a person who comes from Mount Weather. The Mountain Men alive today are descendants of humans who survived the nuclear apocalypse 97 years before the show, by living inside of Mount Weather. They are responsible for creating the savage Reapers as well as the Acid Fog that have both killed many. Because of this the Grounders have a negative view of Mountain Men. As of Fog of War part of the remaining delinquents finds out about this, and they no longer see them as their salvation.
Reapers- Reapers are savage, primal, cannibalistic, and brutal, showing no mercy to their victims. Most Reapers appear disfigured, with horns and bumps across their faces and head. It is possible this is a side effect of the drug, Red, or some sort of body modification they participate in. Once a Grounder has been turned into a Reaper, they are left in the mines to guard Mount Weather. As loyal guard dogs for the Mountain Men, the Reapers protect the mines as well as bring in new Grounders to the Mountain Men. The only food Reapers are given are the bodies of the Grounders that the Mountain Men have harvested of their blood. The Mountain Men use the tone generator to control the Reapers when interacting with the Reapers during harvests. They can only go a few days without red or else they die.

Animals
A lot of animals have been mutated by radiation.
We can add a lot to this, for information, go here; http://the100.wikia.com/wiki/Mutations

Okay, so any questions on all of that?

Rules:
Create drama but don't over due it and make it interesting.
Be as descriptive as you can be.2 paragraph or more.
Have fun!
No text talk in the roleplay. Out of the roleplay is fine.
Be realistic.
If you have a big plot planned tell us.
Don't over power. Remember, based on where your from defines your characters positions.
I have every right to add onto these rules in the future. Put a heart if you agree to these rules.

Characters:
So you can have as many characters as you want and they can be from anyone of the 4 chatagorys of them.
Delinquent-
Name:
Nicknames:
Age:
Birthday:
Crime:
Personality:
Appearance:
Outfit:
Gender:
Extra:

Grounder-
Name: (first only)
Nickname:
Age:
Clan:
Appearance:
Outfit:
Hair:
Symbol/ facewear: (no color tribal thing)
Tatoos/where: (no color tribal)
Opinion of sky people:
Rank: (medic, second in command ect.)
Gender:

Mountainer/Arker
Name:
Nicknames:
Age:
Birthday:
Occupation:
Appearance:
Outfit:
Personality:
Extra:

The 100

Okay so I was wondering if anyone would be interesting in doing an group roleplay of the 100. Wed make our own plots and our own characters but wed use the same plot.

North American Hogwarts; RiverWing

Alyssa Samara Chase
Memory's of the year before came into her mind as she thought. She remembered all the stupid yet fun things they did. Then she left for the summer and spent the whole time in her room. It was lame alright and she knew this, sadly. She ended up playing video games unless someone she knew came over to her house which did happen at times, or she went to someone else's house. Her vacation was nice though, no worry's about her grades and she got to hang out with her family a lot.
One thing she couldn't get off her mind was that it seemed like everyone but her knew about the cloaks. She wondered why her brother never told her anything about them. She continued to listen in on there conversation, even though they had stopped talking about the cloaks. As she heard another voice she looked up seeing the girl. She shrugged as she looked down once again trying to go unnoticed. 'Eliza.' She thought to herself as the girl said her name. She sighed as she looked back over at Melanie.
For a second she thought that she missed something that Melonie had sad as she zoned into the world of thought. She has done this multiple times to her and each time she didn't really mean to it just happened. She sighed as she debated if she should ask what she missed or just say yea. She had no clue how long she had been zoning out of the conversation or how much she would have missed. Instead she just smiled and nodded.

North American Hogwarts; RiverWing

Well bye I'm going to bed know!

North American Hogwarts; RiverWing

Lol okay thanks.

North American Hogwarts; RiverWing

Screw it I'm bored, I'm just going to keep writing this till I can't right any more!

North American Hogwarts; RiverWing

Ignore my nailed it I honestly thought that replie was longer))

North American Hogwarts; RiverWing

Alyssa Samara Chase

As she talked to Melanie, she overheard the other twos conversation. They weren't that far away from them, and there still weren't a lot of people in the great hall. She felt a bit guilty for listening in on them but at the same time she almost felt obligated to. She couldn't believe some of the things they were saying. 'A bunch of wackos.' The words just kept playing in her mind. Sure she didn't know much about them, but if its all over the wizarding papers, how can he just say that there just a bunch of wackos? She wondered. It wasn't terrible that they were talking about it, it just meant that she could just use the information they were saying as evidents she read the article or articles. 'How long has this been out to the public?' She wondered.
"Wouldn't the muggles be after all of us like they were in the hangings? Wizard war two! An absolutely terrible idea." She continued on her conversation as she twirled around on the stool like seet back towards the table. She couldn't wait for the feast to begin! She was starving. She looked over at Melonie over her shoulder. "Well? Are you going to sit down or what?" She asked as she smirked a bit.
She warily eyed them as they talked out of boredom. She sighed a bit. She sort of wanted to jump into there conversation but she didn't want it to seem like she was ignoring Melonie. It seemed like it was so easy for her to get distracted by something, almost anything. It was one thing she absolutely hated about herself. She gripped the top edge of the fork of the set up table arrangement and began to fiddle with it. She made it go to one of the sides of her napkin with a spin. She then spin it to the side closest to her with a couple of more twirls, passing her starting point, at the middle of the line she made. She poked the napkin lightly each time. It made a small indent into the tissue paper but it didn't last long. She didn't exactly know what she was doing but it didn't entertain her boredom much, or at all. She wondered if she should go and unpack her cloths. It would at least pass some time away. She shook her head no to that thought. There was no way she wanted to do that right then and she knew the ceremony would start soon. With her luck she would be the only one who would make it there late. Well that's what happened during her third year. People seemed to be showing up so slowly that it seemed like there was plenty of time, but she still refused to go.
She sighed as she blankly looked at the plate. 'What time is it?' She wondered. She looked up a bit looking around her for some sort of a clock. She stopped as we realised there wasn't one around. She should of none there wasn't one around, this was the wizarding world not the muggle world. 'Idiot!' She thought to herself. She let the fork fall out of her hand and onto the napkin with a small 'cling'. It wasn't load enough to be noticeable.
She drew held up her thumb as she mouthed the words, 'Strike one." She kept a number of strikes of every time she did something, or said something that related to the muggle world and showed that she used to live there in some way. She managed to keep this a secret for a while and intended on keeping it that way. She had seen some of the things that happened to the muggle-born and she didn't want that, whether she deserved it or not.
She felt as though all of her friends were going to suddenly leave her if she did. Ofcouse she trusted her friends, but she couldn't help part of her thinking that they were all going to turn on her. That they were simple going to ditch her and leave her for something else. She didn't exactly know why she felt this. Okay maybe she knew exactly why she felt this.
She shook these thoughts out of her head. She didn't need to think this right then. She was back for another year at River Wing and she was as happy as she could be about it. Last year was fun for her and she had a feeling that this year was going just as fun or even more fun than the last!

((Nailed it!))

North American Hogwarts; RiverWing

Thats cool. Maybe sometime in the roleplay they could rebel against there pay or something.