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"We're undercover. This is a very important undercover operation which you are endangering just by talking to us. Look, I have a gun. I am Detective Inspector Me. This is my partner, Detective Her."
"Her?"
"Me."
"Him?"
"Not me. Her"
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm Her, he's Me. Got it? Good. You better get out of here before you blow our cover. They've got snipers."
"Her?"
"Me."
"Him?"
"Not me. Her"
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm Her, he's Me. Got it? Good. You better get out of here before you blow our cover. They've got snipers."
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of course, the idea is something I've always been interested in, just looking for
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like a survival RP with huge cities overgrown with crazy plants that constantly attack the survivors? I think you just created my fantasy for a RP.
Jack
Jack was trying to regulate his breathing when the whole world began to spin. In. Out. In. Out. His eyes were closed so he couldn't see anything, although he didn't have eyes at the moment. When everything shook his eyes flew open. He was laying flat on his back in... sand? His bony fingers scooped some of the substance up and he watched as it slid through his hand.
Reaching under himself, Jack moved to push himself to his feet. It wasn't until he was already standing that he realized he was not alone. He froze fear bubbling up in his chest, before shaking his skull. It was time to say enough was enough. No more would he be afraid for people to see him as he was, the monster he truly was. Not to mention no one even would know it was him until he told them.
Reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose as he did often, he realized he didn't have a nose any longer. That part was cartilage. Sighing his hand naturally went to his ears; they were missing also. "God damn it." This was going to take some getting used to. Looking around at the group of people Jack saw many people he recognized. Only a few of them were new to him. "So where the hell are we anyway."
Jack's gaze fell on Erin and instantly the bubbly feeling in his chest rose again. She was here also? She would see him like this and never want to be with him. Never mind that, if she was stuck here than he would have to make sure she got out safe. Making his way over to her he bent down over her body lieing in the sand and gently put a skeleton hand on her arm. "Are you... okay?" What else could he say in a situation like this. Even for a half-blood this was weird.
Jack was trying to regulate his breathing when the whole world began to spin. In. Out. In. Out. His eyes were closed so he couldn't see anything, although he didn't have eyes at the moment. When everything shook his eyes flew open. He was laying flat on his back in... sand? His bony fingers scooped some of the substance up and he watched as it slid through his hand.
Reaching under himself, Jack moved to push himself to his feet. It wasn't until he was already standing that he realized he was not alone. He froze fear bubbling up in his chest, before shaking his skull. It was time to say enough was enough. No more would he be afraid for people to see him as he was, the monster he truly was. Not to mention no one even would know it was him until he told them.
Reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose as he did often, he realized he didn't have a nose any longer. That part was cartilage. Sighing his hand naturally went to his ears; they were missing also. "God damn it." This was going to take some getting used to. Looking around at the group of people Jack saw many people he recognized. Only a few of them were new to him. "So where the hell are we anyway."
Jack's gaze fell on Erin and instantly the bubbly feeling in his chest rose again. She was here also? She would see him like this and never want to be with him. Never mind that, if she was stuck here than he would have to make sure she got out safe. Making his way over to her he bent down over her body lieing in the sand and gently put a skeleton hand on her arm. "Are you... okay?" What else could he say in a situation like this. Even for a half-blood this was weird.
also minor edit to Jack's appearance, so wanted to update it slightly for a more accurate idea. It's on page 14 for you Vic
Personal Information
Name: Skylar Cain
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): Sky(Goes by this most of the time), Storm,
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Cabin: Cabin 1
Appearance (Prefer Picture):
Family
Godly Parent: Zeus
Human Parent: Deceased/Unknown
Legacy: N/A
General Information
Personality: Skylar seems like a very distant and cold person. Around people she seems to snap quickly, ready to jump on anything that they say. She is always expecting someone to be attacking her, causing her to constantly become stressed around people. Despite seeming to be permanently angry with people Skylar is a born leader. Maybe it came from her heritage, but when she steps up to take control people seem to follow. That is when she hasn't created discomfort between the two of them.
Likes: Cleo
Dislikes: people, hot days, cold days, flowers, arts and crafts, the gods, monsters, Minotaur, music, being forced into a situation, lack of control, feelings, happy people, parents, coffee, clubs, crying
Talents: fighting with a variety of weapons, getting people to dislike her (unfortunate truth), limited flight
Biography:
For a long time Skylar and her little sister Cleo had to survive on their own, out in the big world. Their mother was dead, or missing, or had just abandoned them, whatever way it was irrelevant. She was gone and the two girls had to take care of each other. Cleo was the only thing that made it bearable for Skylar. Cleo wasn't actually Skylar's true sister, more her half-sister, but it didn't matter because the two of them were just so close.
One day Skylar was walking home on her way home from her second job. Due to not having a supportive parent she had to work several jobs in order to make sure they had a place to live in. Otherwise they would be out living on the street and Skylar couldn't bear the thought of seeing her tiny sister's cute face on the sidewalk. It was late at night, but she still stopped in the drugstore for the goldfish. They were Cleo's favorite snack. Already the thought of her glowing face was brightening Skylar's mood, though she was thoroughly exhausted.
Quietly opening the door, so as not to wake her sister, Skylar peeked in. It was late enough that Cleo should have been in- Crash! A small ball of blonde hair and bright colored socks slammed into her belly. Cleo's arms were wrapped around her waist and she looked up into her big sisters face with adoration and happiness. "I was up waiting for you. You took for eeeeeeeever!" Pulling back she grabbed Skylar's arm and pulled her into their small apartment to where they both slept side by side. Pointing Cleo said, "Look I painted a picture for you. It's us, forever, because your the bestest best big sister."
Tiredly smiling Skylar looked down at the cute little face and picked her sister up. "Guess what I got you, nut ball?" Pulling out the goldfish she braced herself. Squealing excitedly Cleo ripped open the bag and poured the tiny snacks into her mouth. Giggling her mouth full of half chewed food she pushed one into Astrid's mouth. They both started giggling until they were lying on the floor laughing. "Nut ball."
With a sudden explosion of splinters and wood the front door of the tiny apartment shot out. It was a strange sensation to go from full joy to complete horror. That was the only thought Skylar could get out before half the door landed on her. Her head slammed into the floor and in a daze she stared with fuzzy eyes as a monster entered. The entire thing was fuzzy from head to toe. It had long sharp horns like a bulls poking out of the top of it's head and when it roared Skylar thought her ears were going to burst.
Unable to push the piece of door off of herself, Skylar was forced to watch in horror and the beast strode towards her little sister. Cleo screamed loudly and tried to push herself away from the approaching monstrosity. It clambered forward towards her with a hunger. Tears streaking down her face Skylar yelled out in attempt to grab the monsters attention, but it was stuck on Cleo. Looking at Skylar with fear in her eyes Cleo cried out, "Skylar-" before the monster was on her. It was her last plea for help.
Endless screams and shrieks later the monster finally left. Skylar's eyes never left her sister the entire time she was being ripped to shreds. Finally managing to wiggle her way out from the door she scrambled over to the bloody body of her sister and cradled her in her arms.Tears dripped down her face and she sobbed head buried in the bright, stained coat of Cloe's. Her sister was dead and it was entirely her fault.
The next days, weeks, months, were all a blur to Skylar. She was so torn up and blaming herself about her sisters death that she was completely ignorant to everything around her. She eventually made her way to Camp Half-Blood, where she finally found out who she was. It was there she also found out who or rather what was the killer of her baby sister. It was the Minotaur. Training herself in this camp so that she would never be in the same situation again, Skylar became surprisingly good at many different aspects of fighting. She would never let go of her anger. She would avenge Cleo if it was the last thing she did.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2AC41dglnM
Weapon Information
Weapon Name: vrontí̱ - Thunder
Weapon Type: Hand and half sword
Weapon Appearance:Thunder
Attributes: The sword is constantly charged with electricity. Anyone that touches it would be electrocuted. Only people like Skylar who have a natural resistance to electricity can pick up the sword. Or if they wrap their hands in rubber.
Other
Other: Have fun with Erin.
Name: Skylar Cain
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): Sky(Goes by this most of the time), Storm,
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Cabin: Cabin 1
Appearance (Prefer Picture):
Family
Godly Parent: Zeus
Human Parent: Deceased/Unknown
Legacy: N/A
General Information
Personality: Skylar seems like a very distant and cold person. Around people she seems to snap quickly, ready to jump on anything that they say. She is always expecting someone to be attacking her, causing her to constantly become stressed around people. Despite seeming to be permanently angry with people Skylar is a born leader. Maybe it came from her heritage, but when she steps up to take control people seem to follow. That is when she hasn't created discomfort between the two of them.
Likes: Cleo
Dislikes: people, hot days, cold days, flowers, arts and crafts, the gods, monsters, Minotaur, music, being forced into a situation, lack of control, feelings, happy people, parents, coffee, clubs, crying
Talents: fighting with a variety of weapons, getting people to dislike her (unfortunate truth), limited flight
Biography:
For a long time Skylar and her little sister Cleo had to survive on their own, out in the big world. Their mother was dead, or missing, or had just abandoned them, whatever way it was irrelevant. She was gone and the two girls had to take care of each other. Cleo was the only thing that made it bearable for Skylar. Cleo wasn't actually Skylar's true sister, more her half-sister, but it didn't matter because the two of them were just so close.
One day Skylar was walking home on her way home from her second job. Due to not having a supportive parent she had to work several jobs in order to make sure they had a place to live in. Otherwise they would be out living on the street and Skylar couldn't bear the thought of seeing her tiny sister's cute face on the sidewalk. It was late at night, but she still stopped in the drugstore for the goldfish. They were Cleo's favorite snack. Already the thought of her glowing face was brightening Skylar's mood, though she was thoroughly exhausted.
Quietly opening the door, so as not to wake her sister, Skylar peeked in. It was late enough that Cleo should have been in- Crash! A small ball of blonde hair and bright colored socks slammed into her belly. Cleo's arms were wrapped around her waist and she looked up into her big sisters face with adoration and happiness. "I was up waiting for you. You took for eeeeeeeever!" Pulling back she grabbed Skylar's arm and pulled her into their small apartment to where they both slept side by side. Pointing Cleo said, "Look I painted a picture for you. It's us, forever, because your the bestest best big sister."
Tiredly smiling Skylar looked down at the cute little face and picked her sister up. "Guess what I got you, nut ball?" Pulling out the goldfish she braced herself. Squealing excitedly Cleo ripped open the bag and poured the tiny snacks into her mouth. Giggling her mouth full of half chewed food she pushed one into Astrid's mouth. They both started giggling until they were lying on the floor laughing. "Nut ball."
With a sudden explosion of splinters and wood the front door of the tiny apartment shot out. It was a strange sensation to go from full joy to complete horror. That was the only thought Skylar could get out before half the door landed on her. Her head slammed into the floor and in a daze she stared with fuzzy eyes as a monster entered. The entire thing was fuzzy from head to toe. It had long sharp horns like a bulls poking out of the top of it's head and when it roared Skylar thought her ears were going to burst.
Unable to push the piece of door off of herself, Skylar was forced to watch in horror and the beast strode towards her little sister. Cleo screamed loudly and tried to push herself away from the approaching monstrosity. It clambered forward towards her with a hunger. Tears streaking down her face Skylar yelled out in attempt to grab the monsters attention, but it was stuck on Cleo. Looking at Skylar with fear in her eyes Cleo cried out, "Skylar-" before the monster was on her. It was her last plea for help.
Endless screams and shrieks later the monster finally left. Skylar's eyes never left her sister the entire time she was being ripped to shreds. Finally managing to wiggle her way out from the door she scrambled over to the bloody body of her sister and cradled her in her arms.Tears dripped down her face and she sobbed head buried in the bright, stained coat of Cloe's. Her sister was dead and it was entirely her fault.
The next days, weeks, months, were all a blur to Skylar. She was so torn up and blaming herself about her sisters death that she was completely ignorant to everything around her. She eventually made her way to Camp Half-Blood, where she finally found out who she was. It was there she also found out who or rather what was the killer of her baby sister. It was the Minotaur. Training herself in this camp so that she would never be in the same situation again, Skylar became surprisingly good at many different aspects of fighting. She would never let go of her anger. She would avenge Cleo if it was the last thing she did.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2AC41dglnM
Weapon Information
Weapon Name: vrontí̱ - Thunder
Weapon Type: Hand and half sword
Weapon Appearance:Thunder
Attributes: The sword is constantly charged with electricity. Anyone that touches it would be electrocuted. Only people like Skylar who have a natural resistance to electricity can pick up the sword. Or if they wrap their hands in rubber.
Other
Other: Have fun with Erin.
brighten up my morning, you guys do. Every time.
Everyone
keeps happening :(
Nice job.
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