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Post by Lythe on Jul 2, 2012 23:57:19 GMT -5
Background: It is the year 2050. Machines have become self-aware. They believe they have surpassed the intelligence of their creators and are attempting to annihilate the human race. There are only a mere hundred or so of us left. There is little food and very little fresh water. It's survival of the fittest. Profile: Name: Hailey Age: 16 Sex: Female Appearance: Dark red hair, thick bangs, blue eyes, athletic build, enjoys wearing knee high leather boots, dark leggings, and tight long-sleeve shirts. Has scars on her arms, lower back, stomach, as well as a small inward mark on her throat. data.whicdn.com/images/29654594/a....25820_large.jpg(^She's wearing the wrong clothes but you get the idea) Abilities: Although claims to have never been taught, is kick-ass at martial arts. Hits whatever she aims for with her glock. Has experience using a katana as well as short blades. Good at strategizing. Personality: Confidant to the point of arrogance. Always smirking mischeviously. Finds humiliation amusing. Becomes distant when asked about her past. Disapproves of self-pity. Hates being told what to do. Impulsive. End of Profile. She sat by the edge of the shipping dock, looking down at the dark dirty water 30 feet below, feet dangling dangerously. She wore dark clothes to blend in with the night, but her red hair stood out amongst the dark hues of her surroundings. She was vulnerable here, but with a smirk on her face, she was confidant in her ability to sense her surrounds, as well as having the comfort of a samurai sword (also known as a katana) sheathed across her back, a glock strapped to a belt against her waist, as well as multiple blades hidden all over her person. Any human or machine that even attempted to harm her, had a new thing coming. (Characters don't have to interact right away. Give yourself a surrounding and we'll interact eventually. Make sure to include a profile in your intial comment. Good luck! ^U^) |
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Post by Tivka Fews on Jul 3, 2012 10:39:50 GMT -5
Profile: Chimere Greer Age: 37 Sex: Female Appearance: Curly grey hair, usually kept in a shmancy updo, round grey eyes, square shaped face and a small pear shaped physique. She wears gloves to conceal her bionic forearms and hands. fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/189/0/e/dr__chimere_greer_by_youvebeenterrorized-d56iqsf.jpgAbilities: She has bionic forearms and hands (due to an accident 17 years ago) which gives her a more powerful grip and hold. Super stealthy and quiet Personality: Spontaneous, reclusive, and sometimes downright rude if people talk to her. She’s developed almost a killing instinct in the recent years; her bionic limbs mean she never really has to touch the creatures herself, distancing her from her murders ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *crack* the small bones fractured; quick death for the helpless creature. Some would weep at the sight of a poor squirrel being choked to death, but there is no room for emotions when your life is on the line, and there is certainly no room to consider the life of another. She took a small blade and began silently skinning the animal. She has already stayed in her hiding spot far too long so she had to finish quick so she could move again. When she finished, she dumped her next meal into her brown leather satchel and slowly moved out of the shadows of the looming two story warehouse and looked around for more signs of life- or artificial life. |
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Post by Lythe on Jul 3, 2012 12:33:41 GMT -5
Her feet swayed back and forth, making circles in the air. She stopped, suddenly feeling less carefree and more anxious. She had the eerie feeling that she wasn't alone. Play time was over. She could defend herself, but she wasn't going to pick a fight on a dark moonless night. She had night-vision goggles in her backpack, but she hated relying on technology. It made her feel like she was one of them.
God, she hoped she didn't run into anything. She enjoyed a good fight as much as the next girl, but tomorrow was time to move back to base 1 and she didn't want to fight creepers with any physical disadvantage. Machines might be able to patch up their circuits in under an hour, but bruises, especially the deep kind Hailey often found on herself after a good fight, could take months.
She sighed, picking up her backpack and heading through the rusted shipping containers splayed across the yard, towards the warehouse.
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Post by Tivka Fews on Jul 3, 2012 15:50:02 GMT -5
The advantage of hunting at night was that it was easy to see machines coming, with their lights flashing and whatnot. The disadvantage; they are beginning to lose the lights as they realize they are what distinguish them from biological creatures. In the moonless night, Chimere could barely tell whether the approaching figure was human or machine. Regardless, she could not let herself get caught. She quickly made her way up the rusty fire escape and into the shadows, waiting to see if the figure would come her way.
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Post by Lythe on Jul 5, 2012 19:42:16 GMT -5
The feeling of being watched worsened the closer Hailey got to the warehouse. She was just about to go inside when she thought she saw something move at the top of the fire escape. She quickly yanked out her night-vision goggles and put them across her eyes. Seeing a grey-haired female who was clearly human, Hailey smiled. She shouted in the stranger's direction, "Friend or Foe?"
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Post by Tivka Fews on Jul 5, 2012 21:54:54 GMT -5
She swore profusely in her head; she knew going up was a bad idea, stupid metal is loud. She leapt to a lower position on the escape, but kept her distance. She pulled a small flashlight from her satchel and quickly shone it in her direction. She figured from the voice that the girl was young, and the light reinforced this. She was smartly dressed in comfortable attire, but her hair was a ridiculous style, colour and length. Bangs are a retarded idea for if you are always on the lookout. The girl wore night vision goggles, so she was unable to see much of her face. Chimere already disliked the young soul; too cheeky for her own good.
“In this world there is neither; only those who hurt you less than others.” She said with a low but audible growl.
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Post by chibiwhit on Jul 6, 2012 3:02:43 GMT -5
Name:Stormy Boom Born:September 20th, 2034 (He's 16) Sex:male Appearance:Dirty Blonde/Brown hair. Bright green eyes, and a tanned skin tone. He's quite short at 5'4". He has a scar wrapping around his body, starting at his collar bone, and wrapping a little bit under his arm pit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=4258736910663&set=a.2120594858448.292539.1353093109&type=1&theater(I hope it shows for everyone ^o^ ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abilities:He is full human. He is very skilled with butterfly knives, and as a child, he was forced to steal to survive. Although he feels guilty about it, if worst comes to worst, he can practically take anything from anyone without being caught. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Personality:He's very shy, blushing a lot, Quite nervous. He's constantly apologizing for everything, even if it's not his fault. But, despite all this, he is not one to be played like a fool, he is very aware of the world around him. Although he is shy, he can put that off and if needed, he can be just as cold blooded as the machines around him. The only problem, is the guilt he feels afterwards. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Background:At the young age of 5, his town was raided by the first wave of machines, who killed everyone. He lost his mother, father, and older brother, and there was nothing he could do about it but hide in a cramped closet alone for days. He always blamed himself for not doing anything to stop the machines. Being orphaned so young has taught him to care for himself, how to live by himself. Being as stoic as he is, he's still the kind to love a nice hug every now and again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He walked tiredly, stopping to crack his back. When the sun beamed into his still half asleep eyes, he realized again how much he hated sleeping on the dirt ground. But, he wasn't about to dwell on critical problems. He walked through the thick forest, trying to find something, anything, or anyone. |
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Post by Lythe on Jul 6, 2012 12:54:23 GMT -5
Hailey quickly looked away and took off her night-vision goggles. That was another thing she loved about night-vision goggles. The second any strong light appeared you're eyeballs seared. She blinked a few times before she looked back up at the stranger.
“In this world there is neither; only those who hurt you less than others.” The woman growled.
Hailey laughed. "My brother used to say that." Anyone who sounded like her brother was a friend in her books. "Did you know him? His name was Thomas. He had blue eyes and brown hair? Used to always walk around with a rabbit's foot hanging from his belt? Why don't you come down and have something to eat? I have a stove. It's a lot less distracting than a fire. That is, if you plan on cooking that." She pointed to the fluffy tail sticking out of the woman's satchel.
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Post by Tivka Fews on Jul 6, 2012 20:08:44 GMT -5
Chimere smiled briefly to herself. She had no idea the girl had night vision goggles on, made the flash light idea that much better. The girl below her laughed, what a strange little kid.
“My brother used to say that. Did you know him? His name was Thomas.”
The girl continued describing her brother. It’s true, the name did ring a bell, and the description as well. But for all she knew she could be mixing up names and faces. The child continued chatting incessantly, but one sentence caught her ear
“I have a stove.”
Stoves were a rare commodity in these times, so she could not pass up the opportunity to one. She decided to play along with the kid’s little game. She spoke in a warm voice, it reminded her of a mother talking to a child.
“You know, I just might have known him. Of course, my memory may be foggy due to, well I think you know. Maybe we could chat over dinner?”
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Post by chibiwhit on Jul 6, 2012 22:12:46 GMT -5
It was almost night, Stormy rubbed his exposed arms, feeling the goosebumps. He lifted his shirt a bit, just enough to dig a hand into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a butterfly knife, and a small chunk of bread wrapped in paper.
"Well, guess it won't be the first hungry night." He sighed to himself, popping the morsel into his mouth. He looked around at his surroundings, trying to find a place he could curl up for the night, eventually he found a nice cave, but by this time it was pitch black. He was able to find a pile of rocks, which he moved to make a suprizingly comfy back rest. He would sleep by the mouth of the cave, he's learned the hard way about wandering into scary places alone.
Just as he got comfy, he heard a growl a little ways away. Rubbing the scar on his chest, he tucked his head into the neck of his black V neck shirt, bringing his knees to his chest, he popped them inside the bottom of his shirt. The shirt he wore was quite big, it hung just above his knees, it was perfect for curling up, and praying for another day.
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Post by Lythe on Jul 7, 2012 12:09:23 GMT -5
The sudden change in the woman's tone of voice made Hailey smirk. No one could pass up an invitation to a stove. She had this woman baited, tied, and leashed. She wasn't going anywhere just yet. She might even have known her brother.
"Yeah. My name's Hailey by the way. What's yours?" She looked up, hand protecting her eyes from the flashlight's glare.
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Post by Tivka Fews on Jul 7, 2012 20:24:52 GMT -5
Chimere began slowing walking down the escape. She turned off the flashlight to save the charge; the last thing one needs is a dead flashlight when it counts. Near the bottom she jumped down landing a couple feet from Hailey. She stood up straight and looked down into her eyes. She spoke in an almost whisper
"You can call me Ms. Greer."
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Post by Lythe on Jul 7, 2012 21:48:45 GMT -5
"Ms. Greer. Okay then, Ms. Greer, right this way." She opened the rusted door of the wearhouse, standing aside so that "Ms. Greer" could enter. Pffft, what kind of an introduction was that? Serves her right for being nice to someone, Hailey thought. Ah well, too late to back down now. This woman was too sneaky and distrusting for the brigade, but she might be able to keep Hailey posted on current events. Besides, she looked like she could use some company. And some warm food. She definitely could use some warm food. Maybe it would warm up her shrivelly personality a bit.
"Be careful not to touch anything. It's all wired to stop theives." She said as she gestured for Ms. Greer to come inside.
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Post by chibiwhit on Jul 8, 2012 14:08:28 GMT -5
He yawned, his head pounding. Instantly he knew, it would be another sleepless night for him. He stretched back into a stance, rubbing his eyes he leaned against the wall of the cave. When he caught his strength, he began taking a few steps just outside his cave, hearing a very familiar sound. He quietly made his way towards the sound, until he could be almost certain that in was indeed what he needed. Running water. He wanted to run, but he knew how stupid that would be, quickly checking behind his shoulder, he got a glimpse of a red flashing light. His heart skipped a beat, but he knew he had to get to wherever the water was, or he would end up just like the rest of his family.
Soon he came to a dock, which was odd. A lot of human structures were destroyed by now, he hadn't seen a dock in a good 6 or 7 years. He smiled, and bent over the wood, drinking the seemingly fresh water, and filling his canteen.
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Post by Tivka Fews on Jul 9, 2012 21:35:59 GMT -5
She followed the girl rather reluctantly, making sure to take note of her surroundings as they walked. Even in these dangerous times she commanded respect from those younger from her. Maybe it was her longing for her old society that made her feel this way, but there were very few people she would let her call by her given name even in those times. She took a moment to look at the girl’s flowing hair. If she wasn’t careful it could get caught. It was the little things (or in this case the long things) that can cause the biggest mistakes. As she contunied looking her arm rose steadily without her knowledge, slowly approaching the girl’s back.
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