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Forward Unto Dawn (Open and Accepting)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Forward Unto Dawn (Open and Accepting)Soon, the radiation started having effect. Mutated monsters now roam the land, most of them bent on killing all survivors. Only a few had lived through the five years of hell. Of course, that's all that Earth is nowadays. It's Hell down here... but it's time to take it back.
You are a survivor, somehow still alive. But staying that way is getting significantly harder, day by day. Resources are scarce and temperatures have sky rocketed around the world, but can fall far below zero at night. Mutant encounters are becoming more common. You need to find other survivors and you need to find them fast...
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Username: HaloChief117
Character Name: James Cutter
Age of Character: 48
Mutant/Human?: Human
Appearance: Here and here.
Equipment: M6D Pistol with ammo, basic Medikit and supplies for six days.
History: Before the incident, Cutter was a Captain in the Marines. Having survived the incident, he gathered any Marines he could find, along with any survivors. Slowly, everyone in his group died, either from rouge attacks by the mutants or due to the harsh elements. Now, he just tries his best to get along without anyone else.
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Other: Despite his age, he is extremely fit and skilled with most weapons.
Username: HaloChief117
Character Name: James Cutter
Age of Character: 48
Mutant/Human?: Human
Appearance: Here and here.
Equipment: M6D Pistol with ammo, basic Medikit and supplies for six days.
History: Before the incident, Cutter was a Captain in the Marines. Having survived the incident, he gathered any Marines he could find, along with any survivors. Slowly, everyone in his group died, either from rouge attacks by the mutants or due to the harsh elements. Now, he just tries his best to get along without anyone else.
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Other: Despite his age, he is extremely fit and skilled with most weapons.
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All PH rules apply
No OP characters
No bunnying
Password is 'Wasteland'
No one - liners
If you're gonna be offline for a while, please inform me beforehand.
Breaking any of these rules will warn you a warning.
3 warnings=1 temporary ban (one week)
2 temporary bans = permanent ban.
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4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Username: Viper
Character Name: Sylvie Willows
Age of Character: 23
Mutant/Human?: Human
Appearance:Her features are pretty generic in the wastelands nowadays. Long, messy black hair tangled and a rat's nest. Brown eyes, and face covered in soot, mud, dirt, etc., thin and somewhat muscled.
Equipment: A small handgun (I don't have a specification, I'm not usually into these things!), food to last four days at best and water for a bit longer. A knife. And yes, she can use it.
History: She had been a cheerleader before the incident happened, with a steady friendship and parents who provided for her. Everything changed when the incident happened. Her parents were old; they sent her away, as far away from civilization as they could, with food and water and much of what she needed. Living wild had at first been easy. Food was plenty and game was easy. But everything's a wasteland now, so Sylvie is living on scraps even with her considerable skills.
Password: 'Derpy'
Other: Mostly not skilled with guns and weapons when it comes to maiming and cutting. She's more useful at skinning and killing small game, wilderness skills, etc. She mostly avoids mutants, she never stays in one place and that's how she's survived.
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(And yeah, no I don't mind. Do you want to wait for anyone else or get right into it?)
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
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Cutter squinted at the sky. The sun was getting fairly low. Perhaps it was best to start looking for shelter. He stood up and looked around. There wasn't exactly a lot to see. Low shrubbery studded the rather flat land. He preferred to stay away from the abandoned cities and towns as that was where the majority of the mutants amassed. He shook his head and sighed. Cutter hefted his backpack and set off towards the setting sun at a steady jog.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
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Username: -Shy-
Character Name: Bella Pratson
Age of Character: 22
Mutant/Human?: Human
Appearance: Bella is a petite girl, standing at 4'9. She has long, curly brown hair that is usually tangled to hell, and dull green eyes. Freckles cover her little body, and she is quite skinny. She weighs 98 pounds, and she is frail. She looks like a little porcelain doll- one touch and she cracks. She has pierced ears, and wears wide rimmed red glasses. She has a black tank top with a bomber jacket and black leggings with black combat boots.
Equipment: Baseball bat covered in barbed wire, water, canned food, and a filter.
History: Bella was a college student from Florida, studying art and animation. Her university shut down as they found out about this attack, and she found shelter in a bunker. She was safe and had a lot of food, but liked to go out to get animals.
Password: Wasteland
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Character Name: Bella Pratson
Age of Character: 22
Mutant/Human?: Human
Appearance: Bella is a petite girl, standing at 4'9. She has long, curly brown hair that is usually tangled to hell, and dull green eyes. Freckles cover her little body, and she is quite skinny. She weighs 98 pounds, and she is frail. She looks like a little porcelain doll- one touch and she cracks. She has pierced ears, and wears wide rimmed red glasses. She has a black tank top with a bomber jacket and black leggings with black combat boots.
Equipment: Baseball bat covered in barbed wire, water, canned food, and a filter.
History: Bella was a college student from Florida, studying art and animation. Her university shut down as they found out about this attack, and she found shelter in a bunker. She was safe and had a lot of food, but liked to go out to get animals.
Password: Wasteland
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Careful to only take a few momemts, Sylvie managed to pull out a few of the plants. That was when she groaned. The potatoes were overripe and in the process of decomposing. And there was no way she would eat that.
Slowly, she made her way back to the flat plains above, hoping for some food that wasn't canned.
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Soon enough, Cutter came to a small clump of trees, growing in the middle of nowhere. He walked in to find that the temperature was mercifully cooler. Exhausted he sat down against a trunk and took out a canteen half full of water. He hadn't realized how tired he had been. 'Old age has it's disadvantages' he thought as pain shot up and down his leg. Cutter took a sip from the canteen and sorted through his supplies. He took his Pistol out of the holster and set it on the ground next to him. Rubbing his leg, he settled down for what he was sure was going to be an extremely long night.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Sylvie's eyes scanned the area. The feeling of being watched returned to her senses, a feeling she didn't like. The sun was setting and even if she was out of the hole, it wouldn't do to get caught. With that in mind Sylvie decided to head for a clump of trees.
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4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
"Is anyone...?" Sylvie whispered. Could she really be close to another human being? It had been far too long since she'd last talked to anyone at all.
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Cutter started walking towards the edge of the trees, keeping his pistol raised. He'd had far too many encounters with mutants at night to lower it and not feel an impeding sense of doom. Slowly, he broke through the last few trees and looked around for anything that might give away the position of anything that might be watching him. The sun had set by now and night had fallen with the silent swiftness of a shadow encasing the land.
Cutter ejected his clip from his pistol, visually confirmed it was full and slapped it back into the gun.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
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4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Sylvie made her way towards the direction of the voice, as quietly as she could. She saw a man, middle-aged perhaps (then again, she had never been good with ages), waving his arm. She waved back, not uttering a word, knowing the few sentences they had said at normal volume had been tempting fate enough. She saw a gun near his feet, and her muscles tensed, hoping this wasn't a trap. She wasn't above searching bodies, be Sylvie definitely didn't want to become one!
Cutter looked around. Nothing replied. At least, not by words. But he knew something had moved and he knew exactly where. "Okay, come out... slowly." He ordered, trying to give his voice all the authority of a drill sergeant. Now, there were a few possibilities. In a few seconds, he could be dead, someone else could could be dead or he'd just found another friendly human being. Honestly, after this long alone, any option seemed quite appealing.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
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