Oliver

Death In The Air

Ivan finally blinked his eyes open, looking around to see that everyone was gone. He jolted as if struck by lightning, jumping to his feet and running out to the cleared area, still finding no one. He then searched the entire store, before finally heading outside.
That's where everyone had gathered, apparently. A few new members had joined their group.
Including the albino girl with the sniper rifle.
They all seemed to be in a standoff, some people even having their weapons drawn.
Ivan stepped back, fingering the holster at his belt. The boy wasn't sure what was going on, but it seemed intense and like something he wasn't meant to be a part of.
He opened his mouth to apologize for intruding, but his English failed him. "Прости! очень жаль!!" He cried, not sure what to do. In a flash, he noticed that one girl had a revolver out, and for self defense he pulled out his own shotgun. He had no intention of shooting anyone who didn't shoot at him first, but it was a precaution he had to take.

@DriveEMOUt @Nikki Moonlight @Vortex @The Critic @Flightless_Soul

Death In The Air

Ivan slept on against the wall, showing no signs of waking up anytime soon. He shivered slightly in his sleep, unconsciously holding on to the falcon for comfort.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

"I vill only jump vhen Raven comes back." Ivan told the mud sternly, as if it were his own petulant child. He stared down at it, trying to tell himself that he wasn't at all afraid of sentient mud. Of course he was, but since he had no idea how smart it was it seemed like the best idea not to show fear.

Vive La France!

We're all on the side of the civilians, but NPCs on the side loyal to the regime can be taken and played.
Noble revolutionaries are an interesting possibility...

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan took a deep, ragged breath, looking at the mud creature with the straightest face he could must. "Vhy do you vant me to jump?" He asked, doing his best not to stutter. He knew that if he jumped from this height he would likely die or at least break nearly all his bones, so his only option was to try and reason with ht. It seemed incredibly idiotic, but he was out of ideas. He bit into his lip, hoping Raven would make a speedy return.

Vive La France!

"There was the time we killed the King
We tried to change the world too fast
Now we have got another King
He is no better than the last

This is the land that fought for liberty
Now when we fight
We fight for bread
Here is the thing about equality:
Everyone's equal when they're dead."

Paris, 1832

France is once again in turmoil as the years creep by since the French Revolution. There is unrest among the common people and the peasants, while the rich still live in luxury. Le Ancien Régime seems to have been reinstated by the people. Something must be done.
The people choose to revolt once again. Barricades fill the streets, and gunfire echoes through the towns.
The rebellion is a failure. Within two days, hundreds are dead and nothing is won.
But give us another five years. Now it is 1837, a new year, and a new chance to fight for liberty. This time, we will succeed... or will we?

We are no army, but we are the voice of a new France.

This is a kinda-sorta Les Mis RP. You definitely don't have to have read the book/seen the musical to join, but some background reading on the French Revolution and the June Rebellion might help you to understand what's going on. I'm not very good at summarizing.
Keep in mind that this is the 1830s. Gun technology is still in its infancy, and most weapons are not terribly accurate. Things we take for granted like frequent bathing and changes of clothes are only for the rich. And, most importantly, SCENE GIRLS DO NOT EXIST. Please mind what images you use to represent your characters. If you can't find anything, remember that descriptions are an option.

I expect at least one well developed paragraph per post, although you may feel free to do more than that.

Remember that these are dangerous times. Aside from just the perils of rebellion, the streets are riddled with disease and crime is rampant. Your character may indeed die. If this should occur, feel free to make another and jump back in.

Also, don't be shy about making suggestions! I'm not god, I'm just a newbie GM.

Character Sheet

CHARACTER SHEET
Basics
Name:
Nicknames and Aliases:
Age:
Gender:
Birthday:
Nationality:
Languages: (Must understand at least enough French to get by)

Appearance
Height:
Weight:
Eyes: (Color, shape, etc)
Hair: (Color, style, etc)
Description: (At least a few sentences.)
Image: (I have no preference between real or drawings, as long as it mostly fits the setting)

Traits
Sexuality
Habits:
Personality:
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:

History
Bio: (1 paragraph minimum)

Equipment
Clothing:
Weapon:
Other equipment:

Others
Character Quote:
Theme Song:
Any extra information:

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan grinned widely as he made it safely across to the next tree. Finally he'd done something competent and independent. If only the others had been there to see it...
His grin faded as he realized the mud was still pursuing him. He had a couple of other stupid ideas, one of which involved burning the tree down and jumping off at the last minute, leaving the mud to burn. Good thing he didn't have any flint, or else he'd probably be dead already.
This left him trapped up a tree, with nothing else to try to do except accept his fate. He caled out for Raven one more time, though he knew the man most likely couldn't hear him. From Ivan's perspective, this looked like the end.

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

Ciel still seemed a bit unsteady on his feet, swaying sharply to the left as Drago put him down and stumbling, only just managing to regain his footing. He kept his face straight though, not wanting to seem like the startled child he was. He probably shouldn't have been stood up so quickly, given the condition his poor bladder was in. He winced heavily, shifting his weight from foot to foot and trying not to pee himself on the spot. He wouldn't let himself do that, even if it meant permanent organ damage. It probably wouldn't get to that point, but still.
He then raised a hand to his chin thoughtfully, looking up at the two of them as they tried to figure out how best to communicate with him. They were both significantly older than him, the man being perhaps nearly middle aged and the woman in her twenties somewhere. He was starting to feel like he might be the youngest person who was hibernated. That would be highly embarrassing, from his standpoint.

"I can hear you, it's fine." He signed slowly, realizing that the woman who had approached them might not be entirely fluent. "I'm not deaf. I just can't talk." He forced an apologetic sort of smile. He rarely smiled genuinely, but his fake smiles were rather authentic looking. "You haven't seen my parents, have you? My dad is the governor, you probably know him..."

@The Architect @Classpet

The Stage (Multiverse RP)

@Raddum Yeah, look above your post. I literally just read that in the character thread. It would be nice if this were marked as Full so people don't get confused!

The Stage (Multiverse RP)

Sorry, just realized you weren't accepting!
I'm leaving my CS up though. If this ever opens up again, I'm definitely interested.