Whirlwind

Of the Last of Us

Drake Baku said
noticed it, thanks, I replied as well ^^

okie dokie

Bitten

I'm still here. I joined RPG because I saw this rp =P

Of the Last of Us

Drake Baku said
oh yes I see, well Blake did not gave his name I noticed and did not know her name so its fine in a way I guess XD

Well I edited

Of the Last of Us

When she shook his hand...

Of the Last of Us

Drake Baku said
Guess I made a mistake with my grammarI ment that blake ask keelaletting the other girl rest a bit first

Oh I got confused since he asked what the 'other girl's name was and Keela had already told him her name.

Experiments

Subject Six pressed her ear to her door, hearing metal cry out and screech, as if it were being unnaturally twisted and ripped apart. She gritted her teeth, pressing her eyes more firmly together as she put her hands back up to her head and stepped back. The screeching stopped momentarily, and then it came from right in front of her. Was someone ripping the door to shreds? Twisting it forcefully open? It would have to be someone much stronger than her to do that. Fearful, she took a few more steps back, letting her hands fall until the metallic sound stopped. There was a pause until she heard an unsure voice say “Ok”. She hesitated, but tentatively stepped forward, reaching out with her right hand to feel if the door was still there. Her hand felt nothing where the door once was and an unsure smile came to her lips. She still had no idea how to escape, but at least the door was gone. ”Thank you!” she said, feeling the tips of her fingers hit someone, who she could only assume was her savior at the moment.

Of the Last of Us

Keela smiled warmly as the girl coughed and awoke, standing and glancing to Blake as he gave the girl his shirt which she thought was very nice of him. ”It’s nothing much,” she said with a small humble blush as he told her good job. ”It’s nice to know your name, Blake.” Keela said. ”I’m a witch,” she explained with a small shrug, ”The humans were just a little scared of me. For no real reason,” she admitted with a laugh before reaching out and placing a hand on the very wet girl’s shoulder. ”How are you? Are you alright?” she asked, knowing she would live, but just wanting to see how the girl felt.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Wintergrey said
how everyone dooing???

Good! Had a long day yesterday but I get to relax today. How are you?

Stranded

Name: Yvette Cole

Age: 17

Grade: Senior/12th

Personality: Sweet, sensitive, shy, caring, cooperative, indecisive, scatter brained at times, lazy at times, humble, low self-esteem, a bit close minded, kind, sometimes immature, respectful, dependent

Background: Yvette grew up in a rather tumult house hold. She was tossed from family member to family member, and all of them poor. She was the little girl who got called out for lice in elementary school and wore oversized plaid clothes and came to school starving. Once she was 12 she got put into foster care, and the family actually had some money. They didn’t treat her like their own daughter however, and neither did her siblings. She has a rather dark past even with the foster family, that she rarely reveals to anyone. She was able to clean up though and go to school looking rather preppy. She never was good at making friends, just because she hardly ever trusted anyone. But since she longs to trust people, she has managed to make a few close friends (open- just ask).

Notes: She is good at following directions. She wants to be helpful but is very much a follower. She is highly intelligent but hates to brag, so she could pick up on things quickly or do a multitude of things, but never reveal them unless asked to do them.

Appearance:

End of Days: Flashpoint

“Blush girl?” Summer said, looking like she wasn’t sure she liked the name but didn’t dislike it either. Probably better to give a fake name just to be sure, so she gave her middle. “I’m Bethie,” she replied, raising an eyebrow and glancing to the others, doubting any of them really cared. The spinning man was just bored and looking for someone to entertain him, and she knew she was not the type. “And I’m from the US. I try not to die for a living,” she said rather bluntly, looking back into her beer and taking a drink. “I suppose I’m doing alright so far,” she shrugged, not looking sad or anything, but more matter of fact.