Oliver

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

@xChrome So apparently I wasn't the only one thinking that Regina is just asking for permission to smother this little brat

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan nodded hastily, using all the strength he could muster not to vomit on the floor and pass out. It wasn't like him to accept help, but right now he was scared. He seemed to be ramping up towards a violent asthma attack, which certainly wasn't a position he wanted to be in. Not only was it highly painful, it was also extremely embarrassing. The last thing he wanted was for them to think they'd hindered themselves, bringing along a sickly child. He felt empty and useless, which hurt far worse than the pain that wracked his respiratory system and his right leg.

Death In The Air

Ivan slowly woke up, sniffling as he reached up to run bis eyes only to remember he was wearing a gas mask. He removed it, revealing his pale childish face which now was flushed and slightly sweaty. "Vhat's going on..." He mumbled, looking around the room.

Death In The Air

@Vortex @MissCapnCrunch [@theotherpeople]

Someone post please I'm going to die

Slave ship wrecked

(What's going on? I'm having trouble deciding what to post and who I can interact with...)

The Awakening (A post alocalyptic survival adventure)(ACCEPTING PLAYERS)

Name: Ciel Jaquith

Nickname: None.

Age: 11

Appearance:
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Skills: Ciel, while young, is a marksman like no other. With the right equipment, he can hit almost anything from impressive distances. While he favors the crossbow, he can use light rifles as well.

Background: Ciel was born to rich and highly overprotective parents. He essentially grew up in a plastic bubble, constantly shooed away from the outside world. For whatever reason, Ciel never learned to talk. His parents started to suspect something was wrong when he still hadn't said a single word at the age of three, so they sent him to several doctors and speech therapists to try and break him out of his silent shell, yet nothing worked.
Other than that, however, Ciel seemed pretty normal for a kid who never really had much time to interact with the world. In spite of his asthma and several allergies, he kept himself in good physical shape. He took up archery at the age of seven when his aunt and uncle gave him a toy crossbow at the age of seven, and he soon moved on to real bows and even had some practice with guns (when his parents weren't around, of course).
At the age of ten, he started sneaking out of the house more, exploring his town and trying to make friends despite his lack of ability to speak. He really broke away from his parent's idea that the outside world was too dangerous for a frail little rich kid like him. He started taking his shooting lessons more seriously, even winning a few competitions. Of course, when the asteroid hit, his parents jumped at the opportunity to protect their son by placing him in for hybernation. They intended to do so for themselves after they finished with a business venture they had going on, but they never got to, naturally, and now their son will wake up alone.

Personality: Ciel doesn't talk, ever. It's unknown whether or not he can at all or if there's really something wrong with his vocal cords. Despite this, he's not terribly shy, and is capable of communicating through sign language and writing. He's very intelligent and mature for his age, though he is dependent on others for basic survival needs. He is headstrong and hates to seem weak, even though physically speaking he is. He hides his inner sensitivities and insecurities behind a hard and guarded shell. It takes him a while to truly trust people, and he often holds doubts in his mind about even his closest friends. This may make socialization a bit more difficult, but in a situation like this it makes him safer in the long run. In general, he's very well held together for his age and is a loyal companion.

Blooper: The biggest one is his age. Ciel is small, weak and sickly. He's not a solo player by any means and needs to be cared for by others to survive. Think of him as a glass cannon. If he has the element of surprise, he's a valuable member of any team. If not, he can be quite the hinderance.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan coughed loudly, barely stopping to inhale rattling breaths. No... now is not good time to have an asthma attack. He thought, looking around as if to see if anyone had noticed. He got up, limping his way into the corner of the room just as he started to fail to stifle the urge to retch. His stomach twisted into tight knots as he struggled to breathe. For whatever reason his first instinct was to get as far away from everyone as possible, but he wasn't about to run outside again. But if he was going to throw up, like he felt he was going to, it would be best not to do so indoors. So instead of acting, he just stood slumped in the corner, feeling extremely conflicted and still coughing wildly.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan struggled to keep his balance as Raven put him down. He still seemed short of breath and very cold, his bad leg so shot it was barely useable at all. He looked around, though he couldn't see much through his blurred vision. "Thank you for… allowing us stay. We appreciate" Ivan stammered as he caught sight of Regina, not sure how badly he was screwing up his Common this time. His head was muddled and cloudy, and he barely even seemed awake. A red flush crept across his cheeks as he slumped to the floor with his back against the wall, in too much pain to stay on his feet.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan was still in the mud, shivering from the cold and coughing miserably. Pain still shot through his right leg as he looked up at Skylar, his arms crossed over his chest frustratedly. "Ve do not have all day." He coughed out, growing more and more embarrassed by the minute.