Oliver

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Ciel

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Location - Franklin, Heard County High School

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Ciel still lay in a semi-conscious daze, unable to fully fall asleep. He was half paying attention to the conversations going around the room, though the only things he could really see or hear clearly were those very close by: Ray, Astrid, his own labored breathing. He took some interest when he heard Astrid talk of taking Ray to Newnan. Newnan... he hadn't heard that town's name since the undead broke loose. He'd never been there, but it wasn't too far from his own hometown. So Newnan was still standing? Funny, he always though such towns would be the first to fall.

He coughed sharply, his dry throat starting to bleed a bit. He wasn't able to do much about the smear of red that now stained his cheek, but he could feel it. The voices in the room had gone quiet, it seemed, so he went back to silently watching his IV drip liquid into his arm. Few things were more frustrating than being bedridden, unable to get up and move around. Boredom takes the greatest toll on the young. He felt... useless was probably the best word for it. He wasn't terribly keen on the idea that he was just another mouth to feed, another body to take care of at the moment. These people had others to take care of, others they'd grown to like and appreciate, and Ciel felt they'd probably appreciate being rid of a weak, sickly stranger. Nevertheless, there was nothing he could do but wait until he either recovered or expired.

Woodgrove Castle

Name: Prince Robin Alexander the First
Role: Young Prince
Age: 6
Appearance:

Personality: Robin is a timid, sensitive boy with a vivid imagination. He rarely speaks, and when he does he always seems either aloof and absentminded or anxious and worried. He tends to shy away from social gatherings, though as Prince he had quite a lot of these to deal with. He's not always particularly honest, and has been known to tell the occasional lie.
Other:

Woodgrove Castle

This sounds great! Can I reserve the Young Prince?

The Star's Dreams: A Gathering of Interesting Individuals

I think this is a cool idea. I'm still pretty foreign to Advanced, but I can fit the post length.
Anyway, I have a few questions:
. As far as our characters go, did you have a specific age range in mind?
. Would it be assumed that all characters are speaking the same language, even those from different worlds?
. Would a physical disability, such as being deaf or in a wheelchair, count as a "severe illness"?
. Is there a limit on how technologically advanced our character's homeworlds can be?
. Could a character from a past incarnation of Earth be alright? Dickensian London, Edo Period Japan, World War II America, etc?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Ciel

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Location - Franklin, Heard County High School

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Ciel typically was not a heavy sleeper, to say the least. Usually he'd be all over the place, tossing and turning and waking up erratically only to fall back into his troubled slumber. But today the boy lay as still and silent as a corpse, his only movement being the slight rise and fall of his chest. If one wasn't closely watching the emaciated boy, it would be easy to believe he was dead. If it weren't for Sana, Lyon and everyone else, he most likely would have been by now.

Ciel, like most children, was used to having vivid, easily memorable dreams. However, these past few days his dreams had been foggy and carried with them an uneasy feeling. It was as if his imagination had been replaced by gloomy shadows and echoing voices he couldn't recognize. Today was no different, naturally. He was deep in the process of starvation. It had taken only one week to fall this far, and it would take several more to climb back up.

The eleven year old was woken up by a loud groan of pain. Ciel felt panic rise in his chest, his first instincts telling him that the groan came from walkers. There was no way he'd be able to even sit himself up, let alone fight off walkers. He didn't even know where his rifle had ended up. He could hear the others in the room still talking calmly, which didn't make sense if they were under attack by the undead. Even in his sickly, weakened state, he was able to take this bit of information and conclude that walkers were an unlikely source of the noise.

Not caring to sleuth out anything more about the source of the groan, he let his eyes fall closed again, but for whatever reason he couldn't get himself to go back to sleep. This was strange. He was too tired to even lift his arm and yet he felt trapped in consciousness. He hissed in frustration, wishing he had the energy to get up or the calm to fall asleep. He was stuck, unable to move much at all without feeling nauseous and lightheaded. He didn't even think he could speak; his throat felt too dry and sore. He had nothing to do but wait.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Ciel

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Location - Franklin, Heard County High School

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Ciel listened to the story without saying a word, trying to focus on the tale as much as possible to avoid slipping into unconsciousness. However, despite his best efforts, his vision started to swim and blur out of focus and he couldn't even keep his head up. He was still in some amount of pain, but he mostly just felt lightheaded and disoriented and knew that it would only get worse if he let himself lose track of time. He started counting the seconds that went by in his head, but still tried to pay some attention to Lyon's story. It seemed to be rather ad-lib, but he quite enjoyed it. As aforementioned, it had been many a year since he'd last been told any stories.

He silently watched the IV tube drip clear fluid into his arm. Though he frequented the hospital due to his asthma and allergies, he'd never had to be put on IV before and the concept was rather foreign to him. He knew what it was for and all, but he'd only ever heard of these things, never actually seen one, let alone been attached to one. He continued to listen quietly to the story until his eyelids fell shut and he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Sorry, I'll get a post out after school

The Wonderful World of Vincent (Horror RP that will always be open!)

Basics

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Name: Robin Finley Strickland
Age: 7 years and 3 months
Place of Birth: Liverpool, England
Gender: Male
Social Class/Community Status: Student, from an upper-middle class family.
Languages: English primarily, and a little bit of German
Pets? If so what kind?: A nine-month-old guinea pig named Marlin

Relationships: His immediate family consists of his father and two older brothers.
Reason for going to the park?: Was on holiday near Fort Smith, and his father and brothers had gone out for the day without him so he took the bus up to the amusement park to have some fun by himself.

Physical Description

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Height: 114 centimeters
Weight: 3 stone
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue-green
Typical Clothing/Equipment: dresses in neat, comfortable clothing consisting mostly of sweaters and jeans and scarves. Always carries around with him his wallet and a small flashlight, and a few guinea pig treats.

Personality/Attributes

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Personality/Attitude: A bright, loquacious boy with a definite sense of optimism.
Skills/Talents: Is remarkably crafty and good at putting things together and figuring out how they work.
Fears: Heights, snakes, being suffocated
Hobbies/Interests: Building toy robots, drawing, learning German, playing with his pet guinea pig.
Regular Routine: Doesn't care much for routine
Philosophy of Life: "Life is nothing until it is lived"
Attitude Toward Death: Fears it, though is also a bit intrigued by it.
Religion/Beliefs: Was raised Christian (Anglican), but also believes in things like ghosts and leprechauns.
Place/Type of Residence: Currently staying at his aunt's summer home near Fort Smith, but actually lives in a comfy, spacious flat in Bristol, England.
Occupation: Student.
Place of Work: Ashton Gate Primary School
Work-related Skills: Basic arithmetic, reading, writing, second language (German)
Tech points: I don't really get these "points" sections. Will these be filled in later?
Religion points: See above.
Drug points: See above.
Corruption points: See above.

The Capitol Hunger Games - Learning Games

Name: Icarus Flickerman

Appearance:

(Has intricate floral tattoos on his forearms and usually wears light violet-colored contacts over his naturally green eyes. His hair is naturally blond, but is always dyed a brilliant coppery ginger.)

Age: 12

Gender: Male

Related To: Nephew of Caesar Flickerman

Talents: Icarus is actually quite good at building things and figuring out how they work. This may or may not come in handy in the games...

Strengths:
.Icarus has a good memory and vividly recalls the past 4 or 5 games, and the strategies used therein.
.After a life of having as much free time and outside activity as he pleased, Icarus is in quite good physical shape. He's fast and strong for his age, and unlike the tributes of past games he's never been starved a day of his life.

Weaknesses:
. The very idea of killing another human being is rather traumatizing to him, as unlike the District kids he never had to deal with that as a reality.
. His age is a big weakness. He could easily be overpowered by an older tribute.

Thoughts About Rebellion: Icarus was very sheltered from the whole ordeal. As soon as things got dangerous, his family went into hiding and ultimately survived the ordeal. Because nobody in his immediate or extended family was killed, Icarus is psychologically speaking mostly unaffected by the Rebellion.

History: WIP

Family History: Caesar Flickerman, the tribute interviewer, is Icarus's mother's brother. Icarus's parents, Crystal and Caius Flickerman, are both popular plastic surgeons who occasionally have done work prepping victors, making them presentable again after the gruesome games. Icarus has a very good relationship with his parents and uncle.

What was their favorite part about the Annual Hunger Games: Watching his uncle's interviews and placing bets with his friends on who would win.

Mitzuki Manor (Closed)

Cicero's blonde head sharply hitting the table was more than enough to wake him right back up. He briefly thought he should apologize for acting so peculiarly in his famished state, but decided to shrug it off. He didn't want to start in on apologies just yet. He'd missed most of the goings-on of the room, and the few people in it seemed to be mostly conversing in English. The ten year old immediately stopped any attempt to listen in as he recognized the language he so despised.

He wiped a smear of chocolate off his cheek with his hand, no longer seeming as starved or dehydrated but still more than a bit fatigued. 40 straight hours of being lost in the wilderness had taken a considerable toll on the kid, but he'd likely be alright by morning. He rested his elbows on the table and propped his head up with his hands, looking around.