Also, @Penguin, I'd assume I'd be at the cabin soon, maybe I'd be there at the end of your next paragraph. Now... how would Graham reacted to rubble?
"Aw... I can't have the doggy? Can I shoot it then?"
Yeah that sounds about right. He can see my characters if you want.
<Snipped quote by Penguin> do what? I had already changed the powers stuff and the other chars wont show up anymore, so you got me confused
never mind, realized it a bit late that you crossed the resitance matter, though it hardly will get to show up and is double edged as no one if it would work and will gove a blow afterwards while I can let it go but just want to ask why its a issue
Just too many abilities that's all. You can keep it if you really want but dial it down please. Apokalipse I hope everything goes well for your doggy!!
"Yep that's me!" Rose replied to Carson with a smile, blushing a little at the goofy smile he had given her. "I don't know if we have the same classes either but I see you in my lunch period all the time." She looked back at the fog then at them and shrugged, "As long as I get my coffee, I could care less. It's probably nothing. " Rose wasn't exactly sure on that. If she could make things fly into the air, who knew what else was possible? God if people knew, she'd be the town freak for sure. If someone else could do crazy stuff, she assumed that probably, like herself, he or she did not want others to know that.
"Has anyone tried knocking on the door?" Rose asked with a sigh. Oh wait. No one needs to. Rose realized. She tilted her head, focusing on the door knob. It jiggled a little on its own but Rose didn't think anyone would notice. It was locked. Why would the door be locked? She chewed on her lip. Could she get it open? She'd probably have to go look on the inside to see what was in there. Rose gazed around, looking for something that could be of use. Her gaze fell upon one of the people seated at the tables. He was hunched over his work, immersed in it. She supposed he wouldn't notice if the paper clip holding some of his papers together disappeared. She knew very well how to open a lock with one. It had came in handy whenever she had got grounded in her room and wanted to sneak out. However, could she do it without doing it physically and without anyone noticing? Rose wasn't sure why she wanted to go through all this trouble but she had a gut feeling that it could be important.
"I'll be right back. " Rose told Curtis and Carson abruptly. She headed over towards the women's bathrooms then hid behind the wall. She narrowed her eyes, focusing on the paper clip. It slowly began to inch off the man's paperwork. Come on, come on... It fell off the table and stopped midair finally. She carefully levitated it at ground level over to her and caught it in her hands. She glanced around to make sure no one was looking before beginning to bend it in the necessary shape.
Removing the other two characters fully. Due to my chars were overlooked and ended up not being accepted, I will rework on Blade as mine main purpose and for now my only char.
Name: Blade (no last name) Age: 18 Gender: Male Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary unless someone comes into his life that he feels inclined to follow Weapons (Don't go crazy): 1 katana of utmost sharpness
Skills: Natural born Sword skills, Survival skills, Simple first aid knowledge, trained instincts, trained physically in speed and agility (though he lacks raw strength as result), trained his eyes to see better in darkness, see slightly further then others and to see fast movements somewhat better, all still to human levels off course. -He can jump of a 2 or 3 floor high building and land on his feet like a cat ,. However he has to mentally band consciously prepare himself before doing so or risk making the wrong move and landing really badly. -Wounds will stop bleeding in 5 minutes, though some wounds are an exception to this. While this prevents him from bleeding out, this power has various downsides, such as:
--if the bleeding stops when something is still sticking into his body, that wound will not close normally, some wounds won't even stop bleeding at all (it all depends on the item that has been used to stab him). --Dirt that gets in the wound, if its not washed out before the bleeding stops, then an infection will start growing. --if his body gets pierced but gets the chance to stop bleeding without the wound, you can expect the wound to heal with the hole still intact, which will have all manner of medical problems. --while not that much of a downside, larger wounds will have a much higher risk of scarring. --smaller wounds like paper cuts and scrapes will heal slower in exchange.
Finally, he has a natural resistance to some small stuff as poisons (really weak resist, he still gets sick and all, but heals a little faster or has a small increase of survival of fatal ones) and to some dangerous habitats, such as large radioactive fields where most cant walk or an electric field (like in a power generator, electrical charges going from fence to fence) (though he can move though such a field for a limited time, his body will still get effected negatively, such as the next day he will sub come to radiation poisoning or be electrically paralyzed for a few days) (I dont see many of such situations appearing my self and he has no idea about this so wont risk it, also this one has the downside that it wont count for all possible fields, meaning that while he can move though those two examples, he may fail to move though an electric field which is caused by magnetic energy instead of pure electric, so this power has a huge risk to it as well)
(he wont have any growth points from here on)
Appearance: He has black hair (long in a large ponytail though he also has two small points for bangs), yellow eyes, 1.80M, 80K <--- I'm confused by this. athletic build, and a large scar across his entire back. Also, in the beginning, he will have fresh blade wound across his right cheek (diagonally) that will become a new scar.
Brief Personality: He is seemingly closed off and emotionless, he has no idea that he has mutant powers and thinks he is normal and that everyone can do such small feets.
Background: Blade has been living in a closed off park which is an area closed off to keep it as a natural preserve. For the last 2 years, he has a complete memory loss of his life when he was between the ages of 11 and 16. I n this time, he has apparently learned to handle the sword and received a scar on his back. He realized that something in this time stuff have happened. He has instinctual memory of sword skills and the scar. He also has had a complete personality change. He used to be open and friendly with a positive attitude all the time. He even had a little female friend when he was young. He knew it was weird to remember how to use the sword and have a personality change. as that he only is missing 5 years of his live but having all his memories from before that time... Alone or with someone?: Alone at this moment Other: His mutation is still developing but all possible changes will be cosmetic only.
Do that and you're good you can put it in the CS tab.
will have to check, I guess some traits could be just as easy to be more trained, just took the easy way and give him trained effects while having him not train XD so yeah, change that will remove at least 2 (speed&agility and vision enhancement (as training your eye sight can mimic the same effects and those matters could have been done in those 5 years of blank memory)
-He can jump of a 2 or 3 floor high building and land on his feet like a cat ,. However he has to mentally band consciously prepare himself before doing so or risk making the wrong move and landing really badly. -Wounds will stop bleeding in 5 minutes, though some wounds are an exception to this. While this prevents him from bleeding out, this power has various downsides, such as:
--if the bleeding stops when something is still sticking into his body, that wound will not close normally, some wounds won't even stop bleeding at all (it all depends on the item that has been used to stab him). --Dirt that gets in the wound, if its not washed out before the bleeding stops, then an infection will start growing. --if his body gets pierced but gets the chance to stop bleeding without the wound, you can expect the wound to heal with the hole still intact, which will have all manner of medical problems. --while not that much of a downside, larger wounds will have a much higher risk of scarring. --smaller wounds like paper cuts and scrapes will heal slower in exchange.
-Finally, he has a natural resistance to some small stuff as poisons (really weak resist, he still gets sick and all, but heals a little faster or has a small increase of survival of fatal ones) and to some dangerous habitats, such as large radioactive fields where most cant walk or an electric field (like in a power generator, electrical charges going from fence to fence) (though he can move though such a field for a limited time, his body will still get effected negatively, such as the next day he will sub come to radiation poisoning or be electrically paralyzed for a few days) (I dont see many of such situations appearing my self and he has no idea about this so wont risk it, also this one has the downside that it wont count for all possible fields, meaning that while he can move though those two examples, he may fail to move though an electric field which is caused by magnetic energy instead of pure electric, so this power has a huge risk to it as well)
Skills: Natural born Sword skills, Survival skills, Simple first aid knowledge, trained instincts, trained physically in speed and agility (though he lacks raw strength as result), trained his eyes to see better in darkness, see slightly further then others and to see fast movements somewhat better, all still to human levels off course.
there, now he has to keep up training for his physique and for his eyes, they have been skimmed down from earlier to what is really trainable (the "light sight" for example is gone as I dont see that as something you can train in real live) I know people have been training to in darkness a little faster, or to follow some fast movements with their eyes (though seeing is not enough to act if you dont guess the next attack correctly) and trying to read and see slightly further then most people who dont train this
would this be better?
Yes. This is better assuming you're talking out the natural resistance paragraph. However, I'm going to have to ask before every post that you go over it and check for run-ons and capitalizations. Break up really long sentences into two if you're unsure. Place your post in Microsoft word and use the grammar check. Thank you for your cooperation.
@Penguinand@SepticGentleman, I'll make it a 22 rife, it is light and has no kick. Also penguin, he is supposed to be a frakking violent kid, he likes to burn stuff and shoot people who annoy him. Maybe being raised in the woods isn't as nice as Tarazan makes it seem... :P
Okay thanks!! And haha guess not! Maybe him and Elijah can be friends. Elijah loves explosions.
Name: Donatello 'Donnie' De Rege Age: 29 Gender: Male Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic. Weapons:
An MK14, fitted with a foregrip.
A Beretta M9.
A survival knife.
Skills:
He is an alright shot. Accurate, but not exactly precise.
Pretty observant for a jumpy dude.
He can pick a lock pretty well.
He can climb with the best of them.
He's a sneaky little shit.
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Donnie has mutated to possess chloroplasts within his body, allowing him to conduct photosynthesis when in the presence of water and carbon dioxide. As a result his skin is permeable, and he can absorb water and oxygen through it. His veins are greenish instead of blueish and his blood is amberish, sort of like sap.
Appearance: Donnie is a shorter man, standing at around 5'2"-5'3", and he weighs about as much as a thrown stone. A thin, gaunt thing at first glance, but a life of surviving alone have turned him from placid little boy into a wiry, almost chimp-like young man. His head is squarish, his jaw is chiseled and his chin is cleft. His eyes seem a tad too small and his nose curves out like the beak of a vulture. His hair is black, greasy and hangs down in long, clumped strips like wet meat from his scalp. His skin is a sickly pale, with a slight tinge of green to it, enough to make him look constantly ill. He favors wearing sun-bleached torn jeans, a tight-fitting extra-extra-small t-shirt (it might be from a children's clothing store), a pair of welding goggles and a pair of scuffed cowboy boots. He's not the most fashionable man.
Brief Personality: By every definition, a fantastic coward. Donnie has no problem with potentially avoiding any trouble he comes across, no matter the extra effort expended in doing so. Some would tell you that he has no shame, as groveling and begging are not beneath him by any means. Otherwise a reclusive individual, his family taught him to never trust anyone but the family. And when you come from a big family, you've got a lot to trust, but without that family there for him, he's suspicious of everyone and everything that he comes across. A coward and a snake.
Background: Donnie was part of a big family, once upon a time. Mother, father, brothers, sisters. Cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents. Plenty of all of them. The family was big enough to be considered THE Family, at least at one point. Life was good, from what he's been told. A big estate, lots of privilege and a great group of friends to boot. If you asked him, he might even tell you about the time he helped the Franzetti brothers cover his sisters in punch during the big family reunion. When the bombs fell, the family grew smaller. They held ceremonies, fights broke out as calls to action came from all over and the Family divided even more. Slowly, Donnie's life fell apart and he grew into a man, trusting no one but his mother and father, and learning in his own time that to play the second banana and stay out of the limelight wasn't nearly as bad as people say it is.
He doesn't talk about his parents passing much, but he'll tell you that ever since his uncle took over the Family's business, its all gone to shit. That is why he left, you know. Left for the Big Apple, for New York, to see if he could make something of himself. A name, a home. Maybe even a new family.
Alone or with someone?: Alone.
Other: Despite his parentage, he's actually terrible at speaking his mother tongue, Italian.
Name: Atlas Age: 4 Gender: Male Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic. Weapons: Teeth. Claws. Standard dog stuff. Skills:
Helluva nose.
Great hearing.
Quick like a... really quick dog.
Quick to learn.
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Atlas is smarter than your average pooch. Smarter than most pooches for that matter. Atlas is smart enough to bark along to 'Sweet Home Alabama', get you a beer and fetch the newspaper, all in time to lay down at your feet and watch the bandits try to traverse the minefield and death traps you set up earlier. He possesses a bulge in his throat, like an adam's apple, that allows him to make some rather outlandish noises.
Appearance: Atlas is a Doberman Pinscher like any other really. He stands at around 2'4" at the shoulder. He wears a green leather collar bearing a nametag that says 'Atlas' on it.
Brief Personality: Atlas is a cautious dog. He's not exactly one to run to the nearest human contact he can find in hopes of receiving love and gratification. He's a cluey pup, and he knows that people are prone to violence. He will stick to the shadows as he feels necessary, scavenging and taking as he can to survive. He does not get along well with other dogs. He does not know why.
Background: Atlas was once a pack dog. He was born into, and came from a pack of dogs that has been roaming the wastes for generations, fending for itself and picking at the bones of the world left behind by the creatures that once cared for them and accompanied them. He grew up with the firm belief that he was a dog just like all of his siblings and cousins, a simple canine trying to eek out a living in this new world that had been lumped to all who still fought to survive. While he was not a dog that was well liked by other dogs, he enjoyed what time he spent with his kind. Over the course of his short life, he had been free, and he had been captured, made to fight for entertainment and sport. When he and his siblings demonstrated abilities uncharacteristic of their species, they were culled, so as to not pollute the blood of the sporting dogs. All except for Atlas himself, the smartest of the lot, who had heard the cries of the others and played possum, escaping into the night shortly after. Now he wanders the wastes of New York alone, eating and marking and hunting. And learning.
Alone or with someone?: Alone.
Yay cute doggy! Accepted. I love your photosynthesis idea haha.
Removing the other two characters fully. Due to my chars were overlooked and ended up not being accepted, I will rework on Blade as mine main purpose and for now my only char.
Name: Blade (no last name) Age: 18 Gender: Male Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary unless someone comes into his life that he feels inclined to follow Weapons (Don't go crazy): 1 katana of utmost sharpness
Skills: Natural born Sword skills, Survival skills, Simple first aid knowledge, trained instincts. Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Though he is unaware of it, he has some mutations: -He can jump of a 2 or 3 floor high building and land on his feet like a cat ,. However he has to mentally band consciously prepare himself before doing so or risk making the wrong move and landing really badly. -He has naturally : high speed and agility,. It is at a normal level of someone who has trained for a year and he won't have to train to keep it up. -Wounds will stop bleeding in 5 minutes, though some wounds are an exception to this. While this prevents him from bleeding out, this power has various downsides, such as: --if the bleeding stops when something is still sticking into his body, that wound will not close normally, some wounds won't even stop bleeding at all (it all depends on the item that has been used to stab him). --Dirt that gets in the wound, if its not washed out before the bleeding stops, then an infection will start growing. --if his body gets pierced but gets the chance to stop bleeding without the wound, you can expect the wound to heal with the hole still intact, which will have all manner of medical problems. --while not that much of a downside, larger wounds will have a much higher risk of scarring. --smaller wounds like paper cuts and scrapes will heal slower in exchange. -Increased eye sight which works solely as: --His eyes can adjust to darkness somewhat better then normal --He can see into light a little better without pain to his eyes, though this wont have much use in an apocalyptic world unless someone finds a working car with to bright lights. --He can see slightly further then normal, mainly useful for reading a sign in the distance,. People can see the sign and see the letters but are just too far to read it, but he can barely read it. --See fast-moving stuff a little better, its to a normal level of someone who has trained for a year. -Finally, he has a natural resistance to some small stuff as poisons (really weak resist, he still gets sick and all, but heals a little faster or has a small increase of survival of fatal ones) and to some dangerous habitats, such as large radioactive fields where most cant walk or an electric field (like in a power generator, electrical charges going from fence to fence) (though he can move though such a field for a limited time, his body will still get effected negatively, such as the next day he will sub come to radiation poisoning or be electrically paralyzed for a few days) (I dont see many of such situations appearing my self and he has no idea about this so wont risk it, also this one has the downside that it wont count for all possible fields, meaning that while he can move though those two examples, he may fail to move though an electric field which is caused by magnetic energy instead of pure electric, so this power has a huge risk to it as well)
(he wont have any growth points from here on)
Appearance: He has black hair (long in a large ponytail though he also has two small points for bangs), yellow eyes, 1.80M, 80K <--- I'm confused by this. athletic build, and a large scar across his entire back. Also, in the beginning, he will have fresh blade wound across his right cheek (diagonally) that will become a new scar.
Brief Personality: He is seemingly closed off and emotionless, he has no idea that he has mutant powers and thinks he is normal and that everyone can do such small feets.
Background: Blade has been living in a closed off park which is an area closed off to keep it as a natural preserve. For the last 2 years, he has a complete memory loss of his life when he was between the ages of 11 and 16. I n this time, he has apparently learned to handle the sword and received a scar on his back. He realized that something in this time stuff have happened. He has instinctual memory of sword skills and the scar. He also has had a complete personality change. He used to be open and friendly with a positive attitude all the time. He even had a little female friend when he was young. He knew it was weird to remember how to use the sword and have a personality change. as that he only is missing 5 years of his live but having all his memories from before that time... Alone or with someone?: Alone at this moment Other: His mutation is still developing but all possible changes will be cosmetic only.
Okay some things:
- You need to end your sentences with a period instead of running them on. I've pointed out where. You seem to try to end some with a comma and it's like you know you're making another sentence because you put a capital letter. It's a little thing but it makes it MUCH more easier and enjoyable to read.
- Now I like that you added some downsides but you still have quite a number of abilities. Look at the size of you talking about your abilities compared to the size of someone else's. I would like if you picked one or two and built on them gradually maybe as the story goes.
August 18, 2039 A cabin located half a mile from Culver Lake, New Jersey 6:30am
A thick, acrid aroma drifted through the one-roomed cabin like incense, encapturing the two young occupants in its heavy clouds. Adelaide had woken up to black fog and the choking odor of scorched wood. She was blinded by the combination of smoke and her own tears. "For fuck's sake." She mumbled as she struggled to untangle herself from the blanket. Her head felt as heavy as the smoke around her and every instinct inside her was telling her to bolt out of there. She waved the billowing smoke out of her face as the sound of crackling flames reached her ears. She could make out the sight of smoldering flames through her squinted eyes, hungrily sweeping across the wooden logs that held up the cabin. Common sense finally clicked in and she hauled her backpack and rifle over her shoulder and gazed around the room, coughing hysterically.
"Elijah!" She called, the roaring flames overwhelming her voice. Adelaide reached around and finally caught an arm. She yanked the sleeping boy to his feet. He staggered and glanced around in confusion, his eyes barely open. He choked on the smoke that reached his nostrils. She hastily picked up his bag and shoved it in his arms. "How the hell were you sleeping through this, you little idiot!?"She cried and yanked him toward the door only to find the inferno wounding itself around it, blazing out of control. Bolting over to a clearest spot she could find, she began kicking in the wood on the wall with strength a bit unusual for a girl her size, or for any girl. She finally managed to make a sizable hole. Adelaide grabbed the wide-eyed boy and shoved him through it, "Go!"
Elijah couldn't exactly process much but after a hesitation he pushed through and crawled out on to the outside grass, coughing as his burning lungs finally got a taste of oxygen. However, the hole wasn't big enough for Adelaide. He could see her trying to get through it but then she seemed to give up. He backed up, swallowing. There had to be another way out. Besides the fact she was his only companion and friend, he wasn't so sure he could survive on his own. Adelaide had always insisted that he could.It was a miracle he even remembered his own birthday. Elijah could not remember life before traveling with Adelaide. It was a blur in his head. He could remember tiny bits and pieces but they never really helped.
Relief filled him as the brunette finally emerged from the chimney, the house under her crumbling apart. She climbed down the other side and came running over as the dark smoke billowed into the morning sky. She was quite a bit taller than him, with long wavy dark hair and a pair of brown eyes to match. Her jeans and jacket, as well as her skin, was darkened by soot. "You could have just got an alarm clock or something if you wanted me up early you know."Elijah informed her as he struggled to catch his breath.
Adelaide managed an amused smirk. "You expect an alarm clock to wake you after you just slept through a house fire?" She asked between coughing. " Let's get out of here before we run into whoever decided it'd be a good day to try to set our cabin on fire." She did a quick scope of the surroundings, carefully letting her gaze slowly run along each and every tree of the forest around them. "Seems like a hit and run. Let's head toward the lake so we can wash up and figure out what we're doing. Did we lose anything of value?"
" Besides a couple of blankets that looked and felt like someone sewed a bunch of dead rat fur together, nope."Elijah replied, "I kept everything I need in my backpack."
"So did I." Adelaide fixated her gaze upon the horizon as the rising sun splashed the sky with beautiful hues of amber and lavender. The sun was the only thing they couldn't fight back against, dragging them all into another day of living hell.
"How much further until we get to New York City?" Elijah asked, following her gaze to the sun.
"It's probably at least a day's worth of walking but don't worry about it. We get there when we get there. "
Yours is still on OOC page one, don't know if Penguin has accepted it.
But, dude, a ten-year-old handling a heavy AR? He shouldn't even have working arms. Or shoulders. Ignoring the implication that he's burned down several settlements and is responsible for the murder of many yet feels no psychological repercussions at such a young age.
I did accept his and we can't make the assumption that he doesn't feel psychological repercussions based on what he wrote. It does seem he came out to be one violent ass kid though so who knows how it affected him. However, I didn't realize ARs were that heavy so maybe choose a lighter gun, Connormon99w.
Moving into a new place is hard for anyone. Rosaline never thought she'd have to do it without her mom and dad there to guide them. She had to do a double take every time she realized it was her brother, Xavier, in the front seat driving and not her dad. It wasn't just the fact that he resembled their father. It was also that she was so used to seeing him in that spot. Rose was in her usual position, curled up in the back of the car, head on a couple pillows with a large blanket covering most of her body. She had been peeking over the edge of the blanket, falling in and out of slumber often. She had been quiet the whole car ride, listening to the sound of the car beneath the seat. Normally she would call up impatiently to her parents if they were there yet or if they could stop somewhere for food. Sometimes her dad would play I Spy with them on the highway when they were on road trips. They had done it since she could remember. Then mom would always get a headache because they got too loud over it. Rose giggled a little bit at the memory then realized her brother would probably wonder what she was randomly giggling about.
Or maybe he'd worry she was going down the same path as Persephone. Rose let her gaze fall on her sister. Though they were all different now, Persephone was the most different. With the death of parents, people were expected to be upset for a while. However, Persephone was completely losing it. She was admitted into some mental health facility not too long ago. Her and Xavier had to wait for her to come back before moving. Rose wasn't sure how much it helped. She wasn't sure if Xavier knew either. Either way, Rose just hoped she could see her smile again.
It was hard for even Rose to smile after what happened. Their parents hadn't just died-they'd been murdered. No one really thought Rose had seen anything like Persephone had. Persephone had been right there when they killed their parents and she herself had even been attacked. The poor girl was so traumatized after. Not only that, but she had scars across her body that could make people stare. Rose was worried kids were going to bully her about it. No. She wouldn't let them do that.
Truth be told, Rose had seen it all. She had been locked in what she had thought was the safety of the closet. When she cracked the closet door open just a little, she was greeted with the sight of her mother's throat being slit and her father's dead body laying in front of the closet. She had looked down and nearly screamed at the sight of her father's empty eyes. The sight was buried deep in her soul and she couldn't get rid of it. She saw it nearly every night and had night terrors all the time. Not to mention she hadn't been alone in that closet. Rose remembered being yanked backward by her waist into the depths of that closet only to be beaten until she was rendered unconscious.
However, when Rose woke in the hospital and saw Persephone's condition, she knew she had to push away her own feelings of trauma and let them focus on her sister. Persephone needed all the help she could get. She knew deep down that Xavier was a bit closer with herself and was more prone to helping her than Persephone. If Rose acted like she was okay, then Xavier would put all his efforts into Persephone. Rosaline wasn't so sure how much longer she could keep the strong, happy girl act up. She was beginning to feel dead inside. Every night she woke up and had to cover her mouth to keep from screaming. That was if she could even get herself to sleep in the first place. Sometimes, during the day, she'd see everything again and have to run out of the room to go cry in the bathroom. Not to mention, everything startled her and she was as anxious and skittish as a kitten. The worst part was the horrible agony of missing them every day. She wasn't so sure how much longer she could keep this from them.
No I have to. She thought determinedly and sat up in the car seat, the blanket rolling off her body. After stretching her arms into the air and yawning as if she had been in a deep slumber, she smiled at Xavier through the front mirror. "Hey guys... Is this the town we're going to live in?"She looked out the window and watched the quaint little houses pass by. It was clear this wasn't the most wealthy neighborhood but it seemed safe at least. "I think we're going to like it here."
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