Whirlwind

Of the Last of Us

”No offense Runa, but I don’t think this is a bear we should heal. And I assume he’s dead by now,” said Keela, looking somewhat regretfully towards Celest. Of course, she wasn’t seeing as how she’d possibly saved all their lives by her actions, but she felt bad that the girl felt bad. ”I will go find it and bury it,” she finally sighed, setting down what she’d already started to back, grabbing a knife and heading out the door. ”Go ahead and start moving guys… I’ll be back soon!” she said cheerfully, so as not to cause worry.

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

Faris was almost back to the Ares cabin. She had taken a swig of the drink Gaspard had so nicely given her, but was just holding the rest. Her head was just now starting to spin when she yawned, closing her eyes and stretching. She felt sick for a brief second, as if the ground beneath her were falling, and then it stopped. She instantly dropped to her knees. ”Whoa,” she groaned for a second, shaking her head slightly, braid hitting her neck as she got her bearings. She opened her eyes and saw sand. There wasn’t sand in front of her cabin was there? Why was there sand? She frowned, looking up and around her and seeing other campers… some of which she recognized, and some she didn’t. Faris looked around her and realized they were not at any part of the camp that she could recall. Where the heck were they? She slowly stood and put a hand to her head, still feeling a tad dizzy. She was still in her simple black dress and some flat boots, and for some reason now she’d wished she’d worn jeans to the party. ”Okay, what’s going on… Did the damsel of death drag us down here?” she asked, looking pointedly at Erin and frowning. After all, Erin was the only one Faris had really seen demonstrate a power that this might allude to. She was just looking for someone to blame really though, as she was thrown off her usual confidence by this turn of events.

Rise of Humanity!

I'll make a second character if no more interest pops up before the IC starts.

Stranded

Ignored Kyle in my post since it's been a week since threedawg posted anywhere.

Stranded

Yvette watched at first, but then she couldn’t. Putting the back of her wrist to her mouth and nose she looked away, hard for her to see Jhett like this. All she wanted to do was hug him and for everything to be okay. Good thing he couldn’t read her mind or surely he would have thought she was weird for that, but the thought it could happen kept her breathing and not passing out as Angel did her work. When she did finish, Yvette looked at her with humbleness in her gaze. ”Thank you, I really had no idea how to do that,” she said, shaking her head. ”Is there anyone we should fix up?” Yvette asked.

Of the Last of Us

"Oh, no, I didn't bury the bear he ran off... despite the poison I gave him I have no idea how long it will take for him to die," Keela said, feeling badly that she couldn't make it up to this girl. But then Blake returned, saying he'd already found a new home for them. Keela blinked a few times, feeling a little sentimental about her current home, especially when she would need space or want to connect with the trees, but she would go. To have a family again. "Alright, I'll carry what I can of my things," she said, putting her smile on again as she went to pack a few items.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Eden kicked the back of her boots on the building, scanning the nearby area for trouble still. Though she saw a minor fireball erupt across town from her, she heard fire truck sirens almost immediately after. Hmm… wouldn’t put it past whoever set it to be the one who notified them. She scrunched her lips to the side in thought, when she heard someone scream for help. Her head instantly snapped to the left and down, seeing a man pull a woman out of a car. He was telling her to shut up and hit the cab with his gun before telling him to just drive off. The man obliged and sped off, leaving the man alone with the woman, who was saying please several times before he backhanded her. She dramatically crumbled to the ground, making Eden sigh. She usually saved her energy for rescuing children, but why not. These people were just right there. So she stood, pulling out her bow and arrows. This time, it could be a warning. She pulled back her bow, not electrifying the arrow, and released it while aiming at the man’s hand as he raised it, threatening to hit the woman again if she didn’t stand. The broadhead went easily through the man’s hand and he dropped the gun as blood went everywhere, a large hole almost taking up his entire palm having been left.

”Now would be a good time to run. I won’t save you again, Eden called down to the woman who nodded before stumbling over herself to run away as the man cursed Eden out from down below, in too much pain to bother shooting up at her.

”Yeah you do that,” she said with a roll of her eyes before running towards the back of the roof and leaping the 4 foot gap to the next roof. She was able to jump one more time before the gap between the next two buildings was too wide, and she was forced to lower herself down from the fire escape. She managed it fairly quickly before her feet hit the dirty alleyway floor. Her bright eyes, hidden behind her mask searched all around her to make sure the area was secure. It wasn’t however, as a gang came around the corner, maybe having supersonic hearing and having heard her trip down the fire escape and then landing, or perhaps she’d miscalculated where their turf was. Then again, she wasn’t afraid but she did make it a point to avoid getting involved in gang matters after a few missteps early in her mercenary career.

A few of the men that drew closer to her chuckled, she assumed at her outfit, several with weapons. She sighed, not wanting to waste her energy on such things, and not to mention taking on a group of… yes, seven men much larger than her, didn’t seem like fun. She moved her hands into position once they were close enough, when one of them pointed his bat at her.

”Might wanna stay on our good side girlie… hear about Caro?” he asked. Eden hesitated, frowning slightly.

”He’s been taken in by the police… she said, sure of herself. A few more chuckled as if she were stupid.

”Yeah, and he’s giving up names to little unheroic capes like yourself,” another smiled, his teeth glinting in the dim light with their various tones of gold. Eden’s heart sank. She couldn’t have her identity revealed... and there were a few other mercs who knew her by name and not just as Sparks. Could they have revealed her? No she couldn't do this... Not after Kyle… and not to mention all the countless ‘crimes’ she actually had committed since she decided to take on this persona. While the new information swirled in her brain, she’d lost focus and a couple of the men jumped at her. Suddenly alert, she pulled out an arrow and jammed it into one, electrocuting the other by grabbing his arm that had held the bat. With a spin, she used him as a human shield when a few started firing at her, letting the one she’d stabbed fall to the dirt. She quickly zapped the lighting of the one street lamp in the alley, leaving the men clumsily rushing at her in the dark. She gut punched and face punched one of the ones with a gun coming towards her, then back kicked another. Four down. One left grabbed her leg when she’d kicked, but she quickly jumped slightly and used her other leg to kick him in the face. Hard. He let go to grab his face while another slashed at her with a knife, managing to slice open her upper arm fairly well. It only made her growl though and she lifted her hands and in a second, fried the two left. The three she’d simply injured moaned, trying to get up, so she grabbed her arm and left the alley, cursing herself for getting hurt, and cursing Caro for being a gutless pig.

Rebuilding humanity (Recruitment thread)

Interested!

CS

Name: Daily Evans

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance:
5’7” and lean/fit body type, short blonde hair and emerald eyes, with a pale-ish complexion. A few tattoos dotting her skin.

Personality: Daily is quietly stoic and strong. She doesn’t brag about her abilities or achievements in life. She’s much more of a loner as well, but will work with others to achieve something for the greater good. She has never been one for tradition, or following the approved order of things, constantly questioning the norm. She is rather selfish at times too, and if she had to choose between your life and hers, she’d choose herself every time. She doesn’t have a soft spot for much, except maybe hating waste. She hates when life, time, and energy are simply wasted.

History: Daily’s mother died at the hands of an ET when she was just 2 years old. She has no recollection of it thankfully. She has no idea why, and never asked her father who never volunteered the info either. Her father took care of her, raised her, implanting rebellious tendencies in her brain every day after her mother passed. One day, humans will dominate again. he would tell her at bed each night, telling her stories about how long ago people did these things like ice skating and singing and sitting around a tv eating like a family. It sounded blissful but she never could convince herself it was true.
Then one day when she was 12, her father woke her up in the dark, telling her they were running and giving her a heavy backpack. She said not a word and followed, as they attempted escape. Her father was shot with a plasma gun, but yelled at her to keep running and not look back. Tears pooling in her eyes she did just that, never letting them fall. By the time she reached the ‘outskirts’ as her father called them, the tears had dried and she was alone.
Over the next 12 years, she used the contents of that bag and her will to survive. She discovered her mutations along the way (I’d like to save some of the history of these years to be revealed IC if that’s okay). Most recently, she’s been living alone as a wanderer, surviving and killing ET scum when she can, freeing the humans she’s able to. Then she got the letter. She had to convince herself a few times and take a few swigs from her flask, but she is coming to this little rebels unite meeting, hoping to effect real change.

Skills: Experienced with various weaponry (guns, crossbows, compound bows, knives), survival skills (able to make a fire, tourniquet, filter water, scavenge), Sneaking (climbing trees, making little to no noise when doing anything, finding hidden areas), Hand to hand combat (see Powers)

Powers: Her spit/saliva kills bacteria on contact, like an antibiotic. When she drinks, she gets more coordinated and strong, though not to superhuman level. Just to a level where she would beat many, and stand a chance against all if simply because she is so quick when drunk.

Of the Last of Us

Keela watched Runa speak to the injured girl, who ignored her, and then Keela tilted her head at being called Nani. What was a Nani? Must be something from her native language. ”I’m sorry, bury who?” she asked, confused.

Experiments

Appears so!