Always

Unquiet

@Mokley

Name: Alyssa (Aly) Samara Chase

Abstract: She is a snare.

DETAIL: At first, when she was born to the age twelve, nothing at all was noticeable. She was just a average kid, in a good average family.
She wasn't the most sociable person in the world, but party's were definitely her thing. From birthday party's to pool party's she loved them all. She also loved listening to music and dancing. She was careless and reckless at the same time.
She usually was very good at following her parents rules but she had quite a few accedentle slips. Her worste one was when she was twelve. There was a party, that was being refered to as the party of the century. Not true at all but there were a lot of high hopes for that party.
The night before the party Alyssa argued with her parents. They kept complaining that her grades were way to low and that she needed to get them higher. They grounded her till she got her grades up, meaning they said that she couldn't go to the party.
She was outraged by this. It was so unfair! She honestly tried her hardest to keep her grades up, but it seemed to do nothing. She felt as though she would be a fail to everyone if she didn't go to the party.
So the next morning she snuck out of her house and too the party. She had a great time at the party, until of course she came home. She snuck back into her room where her angered and worry some parents were waiting for her as they clearly found out.
They were yelling at her a lot and Alyssa had panicked a bit. She argued back also. She didn't know what exactly happened next but she did know that it was weird. She did something as she wished they'd just forget about it.
Her parents fell to the floor having a stroke of some kind. Alyssa ran over to them as she called out for help and called the officials. The government came over and took her parents away. She wanted to go with them but she was forced back by guards who grabbed her. She was took to interrogation, and that was the last thing she remembered.

Stranded

So roleplay?

The Meek ~ In Need of Characters ~ Nuclear Fallout

Finally makes form***
@luclovers

Name: Alexis Rowan Grace
Nicknames: Lex, Lexy
Age:19
Outfit:polyvore.com/post_apocalypse/set?id=19..
Skills:
~She tends to read a lot when she was in the bunker, and knows a bit about the plants and about some of the animals that were believed to be, untill they all changed, but point is she has a lot of knowledge of the earth before all that happened.
~She is fascinated, and has learned, how some of the simple electronics have worked.
~She isn't very athletic, but she can endure a certain among of pain before she completely breaks and also she doesn't ask for help unless it is absolutely nessesary.
Bio/Personality: She is a very joky and fun person. She is usually positive though there are rare times that you can catch her in a bad mood. She is very calm and hates fights, but at the same time if someone is willing to start with her, she will finish it, or at least attempt. She is very much a book-worm and reads a lot. Even though this, she also can be load, and can be leader like, though its easier for her to do when she has at least one person cheering her on. She tends to hold grudges on others for a while also and will refuse to talk to them often times.
Other: The only weapon she has on her is a small pocket knife she made herself.

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

Appearance:
Name: Kaiya Abe
Age: 16
Hobbies:
- Technology
-fixing things, such as cars and radios
-music
- action/ risks
Dislikes:
-people
-Talking in public/attention
-Bullies
- Makeup
Other info: (Anything really)
~She is shy at first but is very nice and friendly when you get to know her.
~She cares a lot about being an assasin, and tends to value it above others.
~Is very sneaky
~Is not super athletic
~Not very sociable at all.

(*Just going to add this after two weeks*)

A Scorched Earth; A Post-Apocalyptic Tale

@WilsonTurner
~ I just read it, and what? I'm neither inspiring or bueatiful, I can't say that I am! Xd! I'll make the form right now hold on.

A Scorched Earth; A Post-Apocalyptic Tale

@WilsonTurner

A Scorched Earth; A Post-Apocalyptic Tale

Twenty years ago, a fleet of alien ships was spotted in Deep Space. Fifteen years ago, the fleet of alien ships- nothing else can describe flying sublight objects with changing directions and speeds, or in formation- arrived at Earth. All orbital installations were destroyed; nuclear missiles were launched from almost every nation that had them, and only two alien ships were damaged; one detonated, scattering wreckage all over the North American continent, and into the waters surrounding it in the Atlantic and the Pacific.

The other ship was evacuated, and drifted in orbit, a silent, deadly, dormant husk. Its orbit soon took it away from its fleet, and they made no move to destroy, secure, or to do anything with it. They let it drift. It eventually came around in a full orbit, and then was pulled to Earth. No one ever found the husk of the ship, though people know that it fell somewhere on the West Coast.

But the effect of our missiles wiped out the world’s long-range communications, sent an electromagnetic pulse all across the globe, the combined force of nearly three thousand nuclear warheads detonating within the same day in a suborbital position. The world rained radioactive acid even before the aliens took out their wrath on the puny planet that dared defy them.

They stayed in orbit for two years, building and receiving reinforcement and supplies. At the end of those two years, they conducted a test of their new weapon- and detonated some kind of missile, which flew down from the heavens and buried itself straight to hell. Presumably, the missile destroyed both, when it detonated in the crust of the planet. Shortly thereafter, some strange, unknown weapon pushed Earth, spun it, faster and faster. The planet itself was moved- whatever must have done it was beyond powerful. The Big Three Earthquakes- capitalized for their massiveness- sunk portions of Siberia and Alaska, portions of China and Japan, and portions of Australia. The Pacific and the Atlantic receded over a hundred feet into the massive holes created by the weapon that pushed Earth.

And Earth itself suffered- we normally had twenty four hour days. Now we have a full day in eight. Four hours of sunlight, four hours of darkness, three times an Old Earth day.

The Three Earthquakes ruined everything. They pushed Earth, and the atmosphere wasn’t included. The surface of the Earth burned, trees and buildings either falling apart as the ground below them moved, and they didn’t, or as the air started slamming into it with increasing winds, tearing them apart or simply lighting on fire as the wind grew.

During the seven or so years of warning that we had, people built shelters. Some people even congregated into underground missile silos, making a sort of underground village. The subway systems beneath cities became the best refuge, as did the more expansive sewers. Tunnels were mined between some of these places, for travel out of the prying eyes of the aliens.

We had no name for them. People called them all sorts of things, but there was never any contact. They arrived in 2025. Now, they still sit up there, watching, building their space stations. We don’t know what they plan on doing, only that they’re watching humans scurry about on Scorched Earth, trying to survive. Amid acid rains that sweep across the landscape in a single Scorch day, blitzing winds that come in a whirlwind of dust and flickering sparks of lightning and fire, toxic oceans where nothing but mutated monsters roam, all we know is that we’re not alone in the universe, and the universe is very hostile indeed.

The year is 2040, and the aliens have been shuttling things to and from their fleet. The weather started stabilizing; acid showers and firewinds started to calm down, and travel between ‘undercities’ has increased. The human population has dropped from well over ten billion people, to under a million worldwide- but no one knows that. The world is disconnected and fractured, but now, it’s finally possible to really emerge from the underground shelters.

The three years leading up to 2040 were when the first few explorers found that there were still spots of storms- even worse storms than the ones that sprung up in the aftermath of the Three Earthquakes. They swirled in an almost perfect circle, battering away any of the landmarks that were too close to their hurricane-like force. Unlike a hurricane, they were fire, lightning, and acid. These storms were the landing areas for the alien shuttles, the very center being their new bases, and the storms around them being controlled and focused by them. Only three that are known in North America.
@WilsonTurner

Walking dead: Survival of the Fitest

@Aintitfun1997

Walking dead: Survival of the Fitest

Can I use a premade form?

Scorched Earth: A Post Apocalyptic Tale

Yay!! Hello person!! And okay, I'll be waiting!*creepy voice* Xd
@WilsonTurner@alexfangtalon