Oliver

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan grew somewhat upset when nobody answered him. He tossed and turned around in the blankets, feeling nauseous and tired. His face was still smeared with vomit and the blood he coughed up, but he didn't have the strength to wipe it away. Despite feeling dehydrated, he had actually been drinking quite a lot of water over the course of the caravan trip... but he knew he was going to have to hold it unless he planned on going out in the rain. He writhed around in discomfort, unable to see past a few feet. It seemed like nobody was in the house, as nobody said a word, but he could hear movement. Hoping it wasn't rats, he curled back up and tried to rest up so his vision would clear.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan somehow managed to pull out of his unresponsiveness on his own, taking in a deep gasp and jolting as if he'd had a wire thrust up his spine. He took in deep, ragged gulps of air, the blue tint on his lips and cheeks draining away, leaving him pale with a thin sheet of sweat running down his forehead. His trachea finally relaxed back into a position where he could breathe properly. By the time his breathing slowed down, tears were running down his now flushed face. He registered a slew of unpleasant smells, looking down at himself and seeing what was once the contents of his stomach on the floor. He gagged a bit and almost went faint, quickly looking up and trying to remember where he was. He started with simple things, forcing himself to mentally recite his name, age, where he was from, where he was going... then the more complex details started to flood in, like the caravan trip and Regina, and his attack.... the last thing he remembered clearly was coming up to some kind of building, being carried by Raven. He assumed that was where he was now, although his vision was too blurred to clearly see much.

He carefully sat himself up, ignoring the ache in his chest. He was now surrounded by blankets and pillows on the floor, but other than that the room was a blur. "...Baldur? Jameson? Skylar? Vhere is everyvone.. о боже, у меня болит голова..." His words dissolved into an incoherent whisper, and finding he lacked the strength to hold himself upright he fell back on the blankets and pillows.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Yeah. That would be fine.
Thanks for being cool about this.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan lay face down on the floor, curled up like a dead animal. He twitched for a while, then lay still and silent. His blank face was smeared with blood and vomit, but the way he was crumpled on the floor concealed that. If it weren't for the pool of his former stomach contents next to him and the stench that still hung in the air, and the dreadfully obvious fact that his gasps for air had ceased, he might have appeared almost peacefully asleep. But he wasn't. In scant minutes, the boy would be dead if the situation stayed as it was.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Actually, I'm deciding to stay for RP purposes. Sorry for constantly going back and forth. I bet you can tell, I literally cannot control myself at all. I'm probably going back to the hospital tonight, but I'll be on tommorrow and I"ll stay with the RP as long as it lasts.
I would say everything's okay, but it's really really not. I mean, in the long run things are okay, but right now I'm not okay. Sorry for being a bother everyone. Expect it to happen again every now and then, because I can't trust myself not to be a jackass.

@ArenaSnow

Death In The Air

Nah, I'm alright. Well, I'm not alright. I'm really not alright,, but that's not the point. The point is I'm not leaving. At least, I think I'm not leaving.
Sorry, I change my mind on a dime. Right now I'm just going to try and stay out of peoples' way. I'll still be active in RPs, just don't expect much OOC chitchat from me.
I bet you can tell, I'm having a bit of a rough time of it right now. I'm probably going to be going back to the hospital tomorrow, so I'll be off tonight most likely, but other than that I'm still in the game.

Oliver's Schlocky Character Sheets

Ciel Jaquith

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Character Summary

Name: Ciel Doran Jaquith
Aliases: None. Ciel refuses to be called anything other than his proper name.
Age: 12
Birthday: December 16th
Ethnicity: Ashkenazi Jewish, half French and half Polish.
Birth Place: Watford, Georgia (Fictional town)
Location: Somewhere in the woods on the outskirts of the state of Georgia
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A, though he planned to go to medical school and major in psychiatry.
Occupation: Student, Domestic
Languages: English, learning French and Hebrew

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Appearance

Height: 4'8.
Weight: 49 pounds
Build: Emaciated and frail
Eyes: Light blue, almost grey
Hair: Platinum blond
Skin Tone: Sickly pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A few scars and scratches, but nothing noteworthy

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Psychology

Headstrong * Arrogant * Intelligent * Sensitive

Sexuality: Unknown, leaning towards asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ciel is proper and mature for his age, but he is also curt, stiff and a bit arrogant. He is distrustful of most people, having doubts about the loyalty of even his closest friends. Despite this, he would never betray anyone who trusts him. He is loyal and headstrong, however this also makes him sensitive and easily embarrassed. When upset, he shuts down and refuses to speak, not wanting to seem weak in front of others. He prizes his maturity above all else, and would be humiliated if he were ever treated like the child he is.
Ciel rarely smiles and never laughs unless drunk or otherwise out of his right mind. His rare smiles usually come in the form of curt little smirks, usually prompted by people who amuse his dry sense of humor. Ciel also enjoys riddles, logic puzzles and mind games.
Despite mentally and logically functioning at the same level as any adult, in truth Ciel is weak and sickly. He’s lived a life of relative comfort and is dependent on others for basic survival needs. If left on his own, he would likely die within a fortnight. He knows this and because of it he tries his best not to get on anyone’s bad side. Someone as weak and dependent as him must be equally amicable and useful in order to survive.
Habits: He talks in his sleep, bites his knuckles and nails when nervous, paces when thinking deeply and ties his shoelaces with triple knotted bows.
Hobbies: Drawing.
Fears:

• Heights
• Spiders
• Being forcibly restrained/unable to move

Likes:

• Dogs
• Tea
• Candy of all sorts
• Reading
• Sweaters
• Classical music
• Watching political debates
• Logic puzzles, mind games and riddles
• Though he’d never admit to it, he enjoys being touched, held and cuddled

Dislikes:

• Seeming weak or incompetent
• People discovering his secrets
• Being sick or injured
• The smell of wet paint
• Milk
• Cats
• Coffee
• Sleeping

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Cards On The Table

Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Logic and general craftiness (Puzzle solving, improvisation, etc.)
• Drawing and mapmaking

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Marksmanship (bow, crossbow)
• Marksmanship (light rifles)
• Knives
• Sneaking, hiding and general stealth

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - A light grey hooded jacket that’s a bit large on him with two front pockets. A plain white t shirt that fits him perfectly and is in surprisingly mint condition. A pair of dark grey jeans that are a bit long and are held up with a black leather belt. One white sock and one grey-and-black striped sock. And finally, a pair of ratty and worn out red sneakers, two sizes too small.
• Hiking boots
• A length of rope
• A flashlight
• Several sheets of paper
• Two pencils
• A stainless steel water bottle
• His inhaler

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History

Your First Walker Encounter: Though his parents were both killed by walkers, the first time Ciel ever saw one was on his own. Wandering through the forest, starving and alone, he was ambushed by a group of two walkers. They were both relatively weak and old, so he was able to pick them off with his rifle after climbing up a tree to escape being bitten or scratched by the undead fiends. He had known about their presence before he ever saw one, so he wasn’t as frightened as he would have been otherwise, but the situation cemented in him the idea of just how much danger he was really in.

History Before Outbreak: Ciel was born the only son to a rich politician and his trophy wife. His parents adored him right from the start, and he led a pampered lifestyle. Anything he needed or wanted was provided as soon as he but asked. Being a somewhat weak and sickly little boy, his medical needs were painstakingly attended to by the best doctors available. There was only one problem he saw in his life, and that was that he had little to no contact with the world outside his home. He never made a single friend, he never had the valuable solo experiences that other children had, and most of all he was never exposed to foreign pathogens and as such his asthma and allergies only worsened instead of improving.

By the time he was six years old, he desperately hungered for a life of adventure. He never even went to school with other children; his parents homeschooled him and provided tutors at home. The good thing about this is that his individualized education meant that he could work at his own pace, and he quickly excelled at all the work his tutors could give him. His parents, who had both been good students themselves, were ever so proud to see their son grow to be so scholastically advanced. A specialty of Ciel's was always drawing, and he loved making maps of his parent's estate, the only world he knew.

Then the walkers came. His parents initially barricaded themselves in their mansion, but one of Ciel’s doctors became a walker, somehow broke into the heavily guarded estate, and killed them both in their beds. Ciel heard scratching and tearing sounds coming from his parent’s room, and fearing the worst he escaped through his bedroom window, taking only his father’s rifle.

History Since Outbreak: After the deaths of his parents, Ciel escaped to the woods and started to journey his way across the landscape, trying to get as far away from the outbreak as possible. It quickly settled in just how much he was unprepared for life on his own. He seemed to be allergic to almost everything, his asthma being terribly bad for the first few days. He had no idea how to find food or make shelter, eating only the raw animals he shot and getting very sick from them. He surely would have died if he hadn't found his first companion on his fifth day alone.

Charles Greywater was a stocky, bearded man, fond of flannel shirts and armed with a crossbow. He found little Ciel starving and ill in the woods, and nursed the boy back to health, taking him in as a sort of apprentice. He taught Ciel how to properly use the rifle he had, and even taught him a few crossbow tricks. Ciel learned to make a fire with flint, and how to gut and cook animals so he wouldn't have to subsist off of raw meat like he had been. It was with Charles that Ciel committed his first murder. They came across a woman on their travels, one who was trying to raid their shelter. Charles woke Ciel, handed him his rifle and told the boy to shoot. Ciel shot the woman dead, and the two ate her corpse and used her clothes and supplies. Ciel was of course more than slightly troubled by this at first, but quickly became accustomed to his own immorality.

Then one sunny July afternoon, the two of them were attacked by a lone walker. This one was stronger than the two Ciel had encountered before, and killed Charles while he tried to protect Ciel. Ciel was forced to shoot them both, but he missed the walker and made a narrow escape by jumping into a river and swimming downstream away from the monster, who could not maneuver itself so easily in water. Ciel was once again on his own, but this time a bit more prepared.

One week passed, then two. Today is Ciel's fifteenth day of being alone. He hasn't had much luck in finding food and is slowly fading again. He's learned by now that he doesn't do well solo, and has learned it the hard way. He's narrowly survived a few more walker attacks, which seem to be getting more and more frequent as if he were approaching some sort of colony of the creatures, like an abandoned town or something. If he doesn't find help soon, his little adventure may soon come to an untimely end.

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Extras

Character Quote: The ends justify the means
Theme Song: Confessio (Puella Magi Madoka Magica OST)

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 3
How Many People Have You Killed: 1
Why: The human, he killed for food. The walkers he killed because they would have killed him otherwise.
Anything Else: Here

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

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

Hey guys.
I think I might be taking a bit of a hiatus from the forums. Maybe for a month or something like that.
Long story short, I just picked a fight with some VIP members of the boards, and over the last couple of days I've just been in a really bad way regarding my mental health. Keep in mind, I'm only thirteen so this shit is all pretty new to me, but I definitely think I need to cool down for a bit.
I'll still be around for the rest of the day if anyone wants to talk.

Death In The Air

Hey guys.
I think I might be taking a bit of a hiatus from the forums. Maybe for a month or something like that.
Long story short, I just picked a fight with some VIP members of the boards, and over the last couple of days I've just been in a really bad way regarding my mental health. Keep in mind, I'm only thirteen so this shit is all pretty new to me, but I definitely think I need to cool down for a bit.
I'll still be around for the rest of the day if anyone wants to talk.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Hey guys.
I think I might be taking a bit of a hiatus from the forums. Maybe for a month or something like that.
Long story short, I just picked a fight with some VIP members of the boards, and over the last couple of days I've just been in a really bad way regarding my mental health. Keep in mind, I'm only thirteen so this shit is all pretty new to me, but I definitely think I need to cool down for a bit.
I'll still be around for the rest of the day if anyone wants to talk.