Leda

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take your time

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Name: Risa

Age: 19

Skills:
-Archery
-Medical knowledge
-Floral Knowledge
-Hunting

Personality: Risa is a healer in every sense of the word as her job spills over into to her everyday life. From a far she can come off as a robot due to her stoic demeanor. Stoic disposition aside, Risa cannot help but nurture those around her. She cares for people close to her like a mother would her child. Her compassion is shown most through her interactions with her people, especially children in greeting everyone with a warm smile. To those she calls friend, her sympathy knows no bounds, anyone who needs an ear can expect hers to be lent, advice to be given, or a show of affection just to let them know she cares. She believes in second chances and is quick to forgive so long as the person learns their lesson. Her kindness is not to be mistaken for weakness as she can flip the friendly switch off as fast as she can turn it on. When she needs to be, she can be fierce, vindictive, even harsh, it is not a side she likes to show, but it is there when she needs it. She loves to laugh and anyone who can make her is bound to get on her good side.

Bio: WIP

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https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/178705-to-sanctuary/ooc
@XWillowX@Days@Canidae OOC is up, you can make your own Cs if you want, or if you want me too, I can make one

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Five hundred years into the future, Civilization fell. It didn't happen overnight, but to those who still cling to long past days of bliss that are left, it feels that way. No one really knows how it happened or why, but society as everyone knew it was gone. War had ravaged the earth leaving it scarred and almost barren, nations were left crumbled and their citizens scattered due to famine and war. Thanks to the level of science humanity had reached before the nuclear fallout, the blow it had suffered had been mitigated by a small amount.

Technology had not received the the same fate as most of humanity's inventions like cars, trains, and planes had fallen into decay. Anything that had required parts from long before the war or heavy maintenance had been left to rot. Reduced to bows and swords save for a few dozen firearms, they were hard to come by as guns require upkeep that would be hard to maintain. People became wanderers, merchants selling secrets for better survival, nomads, or those choosing to live by the sword as hired guns or bandits. Even though they were forced to live in small tribes and communities, humanity did as it always does, it endured.

After several years of famine, the earth had began to heal, although some parts of the earth were beyond healing. civilization had start to bounce back even if only by a little. Mother nature claimed what was originally hers as vegetation started to grow in the now abandoned cities. Habitats sprung back to life leaving animals to claim some of them and without the threat of extinction animal life had thrived. Society had taken the chance to build three sanctuary cities around the places that life had returned. Resources were not a problem as people who lived to the cities were assigned jobs from explorers, to soldiers, to doctors and the latter. To keep from overpopulation the cities only let small groups people from the outside in once every fifty years. This is our year.

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Awesome, I'll set it up tonight and we'll see who else joins

To sanctuary

Five hundred years into the future, Civilization fell. It didn't happen overnight, but to those who still cling to long past days of bliss that are left, it feels that way. No one really knows how it happened or why, but society as everyone knew it was gone. War had ravaged the earth leaving it scarred and almost barren, nations were left crumbled and their citizens scattered due to famine and war. Thanks to the level of science humanity had reached before the nuclear fallout, the blow it had suffered had been mitigated by a small amount.

Technology had not received the the same fate as most of humanity's inventions like cars, trains, and planes had fallen into decay. Anything that had required parts from long before the war or heavy maintenance had been left to rot. Reduced to bows and swords save for a few dozen firearms, they were hard to come by as guns require upkeep that would be hard to maintain. People became wanderers, merchants selling secrets for better survival, nomads, or those choosing to live by the sword as hired guns or bandits. Even though they were forced to live in small tribes and communities, humanity did as it always does, it endured.

After several years of famine, the earth had began to heal, although some parts of the earth were beyond healing. civilization had start to bounce back even if only by a little. Mother nature claimed what was originally hers as vegetation started to grow in the now abandoned cities. Habitats sprung back to life leaving animals to claim some of them and without the threat of extinction animal life had thrived. Society had taken the chance to build three sanctuary cities around the places that life had returned. Resources were not a problem as people who lived to the cities were assigned jobs from explorers, to soldiers, to doctors and the latter. To keep from overpopulation the cities only let small groups people from the outside in once every fifty years. This is our year.

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So this is a roleplay I want to try out. I'm hoping to get about five or six people, we'll start out as part of a small caravan on their way to one of the cities. I'm maybe we get caught in a storm and our characters get separated from the group, or we get attacked by bandits. Our characters meet up and try to look for the group with no luck. With no choice left they decide to continue on the city

From the badlands

Five hundred years into the future, Civilization fell. It didn't happen overnight, but to those who still cling to long past days of bliss that are left, it feels that way. No one really knows how it happened or why, but society as everyone knew it was gone. War had ravaged the earth leaving it scarred and almost barren, nations were left crumbled and their citizens scattered due to famine and war. Thanks to the level of science humanity had reached before the nuclear fallout, the blow it had suffered had been mitigated by a small amount.

Technology had not received the the same fate as most of humanity's inventions like cars, trains, and planes had fallen into decay. Anything that had required parts from long before the war or heavy maintenance had been left to rot. Reduced to bows and swords save for a few dozen firearms, they were hard to come by as guns require upkeep that would be hard to maintain. People became wanderers, merchants selling secrets for better survival, nomads, or those choosing to live by the sword as hired guns or bandits. Even though they were forced to live in small tribes and communities, humanity did as it always does, it endured.

After several years of famine, the earth had began to heal, although some parts of the earth were beyond healing. civilization had start to bounce back even if only by a little. Mother nature claimed what was originally hers as vegetation started to grow in the now abandoned cities. Habitats sprung back to life leaving animals to claim some of them and without the threat of extinction animal life had thrived. Society had taken the chance to build three sanctuary cities around the places that life had returned. Resources were not a problem as people who lived to the cities were assigned jobs from explorers, to soldiers, to doctors and the latter. To keep from overpopulation the cities only let small groups people from the outside in once every fifty years. This is our year.

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Hello everyone, to those who do not know me I am Leda. I am in and out of this site frequently and due to being lazy and some other things going on IRL, my creative mood has been in a slump. Until I get out of this slump, I wanted to see if I could get some old roleplays restarted and I remembered this one. As far as the story goes this is just chapter one, if I can get enough people to make it to the city we will be traveling to, I will start chapter two and hopefully we can make it to chapter three. What I hope to find is a niche little group I can go over the story with, maybe bounce ideas off of and possibly do some world building. If you are interested drop a message below and we will see if we can get this ball rolling

The family that slays together

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Deston's March | A Newbie Adventuring Group RP

sorry I took so long, was waiting for my off days to come

Deston's March | A Newbie Adventuring Group RP

"It's about adventure," Hjadra turned around to see who it was only to be greeted by the sight of a dragonborn. He took it upon himself to answer her question and gave one of his own. "What else starts in a tavern, aside from sex and drinking? Do these seem like the kind to drink with common people, unless to gather a misfit band of adventurers to save the world?"The thrill of adventure would not be enough to sway her, but, she had to admit, this band of misfits was interesting to say the least. "Saving the world? Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?" she scoffed.

"And now that I'm here, the adventure can begin." In came another person as she asserted herself trying to secure her role in the ragtag group.

The prince promised adventure, but assured there would not be much world saving which suited her just fine. For the most part she traveled by herself and rarely worked with others unless it was a job she could not do on her own. She was not really the type to travel with a group, mostly due to not really being associated with many people in this land. Many of her interactions stayed mutually on an employer employee basis. It seemed the prince was serious about this, he even had something lined up already, kobolds he called them, she had never heard of anything like that "So these...Kobolds, they are dangerous, yes? What are they exactly and when do we start?". Before she could hear his answer, they were join by another person asking to join. Her soft spoken voice was almost a whisper as she waited for an answer "I don't see why not, apparently the more the merrier."