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[Darkblade]

Days are slow, lets try to liven things up a bit.

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A group of people are stranded on an island, no memory of how they got there and very little of their life before they woke up on the island.
They must survive and find the secret of the island.
The only hint of where to go is a pile of large stones with a red, ragged, piece of cloth which seems to lead away from the beach.

'You remember things, how to do things, important things, although nothing seems to fit right, you know who you are, but nothing about yourself.
The one other thing you can only just remember that isn't about yourself is the year: 2037'

OBJECTIVE
As the intro might suggest, everyone is stranded on an island with no memory of how they got there.
As a team, you'll have to figure out a way to escape the island while surviving the unknown. Who you are, who the others
around you are and who or what inhabits the island you have yet to explore.


CHARACTER
For the sake of being able to move storyline along between characters, I'd reccomend creating a second or third character for time where no other users around. Also, its good to have a backup in case some sad accident should befall one of your creations.


Strangely, you've awoken with a name tag fixed your shirt/jacket, fill in the required information
First Name:
Age:
Job/Career: (Should be vague and non-specific regarding companies your character would have worked for. use terms such as: Actor, writer, researcher, mechanic, military.)

Weird, you notice a backpack next to you, your name is sewn into it, peeking inside, you find:
Survival Knife, versatile and strong
Water canteen, already filled with water
Matches, 10 in total
A change of clothes: grey shirt, trousers, hooded jacket, underwear, Boots designed for hiking and a pair of gloves, all of which specifically fit the owners body shape
Five energy bars, no brand information, only a white plastic wrapper and a flavour written on it
A small notepad and several pens and pencils to write with.


Fill in these few things so that we can visualize your character(s)
Appearance: (does your character have anything which sets them apart from the rest? Include the clothes your character wears upon waking up, keep it basic or use an image, although I'll ask it be drawn by yourself)
Personality: (sort of optional, writing it here would help you remember should you forget. also, it would help others approach your character due to how your own would behave: body language would be difficult to hide. Don't forget, this can be developed throughout the RP. Think about writing this as though you've just met the person and are trying to figure them out)

RULES
Aside from the obvious rules that the forum uses, please use these rules to enhance the fun of the RP:

Your character is not immortal, but not fragile either, allow your character to get hurt or even die should the story head that way.

Feel free to create up to 3 characters, but don’t allow them to be related or even remember each other before waking up.

Do not kill another users character without their permission.

While your character may know how to perform certain tasks, it should always be a mystery as to why they know how to do it (Example: Perhaps they were shown how to craft something by a family member, they would remember how to make the item, but who taught them is a painful missing memory that would spur their desire to escape the island even more)

OTHER (things to think about for your character or something to inspire your RP style)
The information on your characters name tag could be for some reason, incorrect.

Keep information of your character private from others so that it can slowly be revealed later on.

How does having missing memories effect your character? Perhaps your character feels relieved as though they are glad to not remember something that happened to them? On the other hand, perhaps your character now questions their sanity and feels as though a higher power has punished them?

Don't worry to much about actual survival stuff, lets just focus on our characters and moving forwards.

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Strangely, you've awoken with a name tag fixed your shirt/jacket, fill in the required information
First Name: Maxwell
Age: 24
Job/Career: unemployed

Fill in these few things so that we can visualize your character(s)
Appearance: Shaggy, messy brown hair, tired blues eyes and stubble. He wears dark blue jeans, the end of the legs are worn, Black trainers. A grey long sleeved shirt and a white jacket. Maxwell isn't the most fit of people. Has a faint scar under their left eye
Personality: Maxwell seems to fit the bill of someone who doesn't get as much sleep as they should, He stands slouched and doesn't seem like the fancy type and probably doesn't own a formal suit. He doesn't seem like a cold person

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I cant really think of anything else that may or may not be important, if there's something you'd like to know, ask and I'll try to answer.
I'll post a second character in a little while.

Hopefully we could start this soon!

[Resource Dragon]

Bob woke up on the beach in a sweat. It sure was hot here, wherever here is. He sat up, and noticed a backpack lying beside him. Inside, he found various survival tools, along with several matches. A spontaneous strike of lightning ripped the sky in half, nailing him right in the head. Unhurt, he got pack up and, like the lightning, an idea struck him just as hard, and clear. He would light a fire. He carefully walked along the beach, collecting various bits and sizes of driftwood, and brought them back to the backpack. The blazing sun bearing down on him, he bent forward to loosen his tie. Wait, he had a tie on? Looking down, he realized for the first time that he was, in fact, wearing a dark grey suit, with sandals on his feet. He took off his overcoat, and threw it down next to the pack. He placed the wood in a teepee like pattern, and tried to light it. After a couple of matches, and no luck, he sat down in disgust. He was going to need something smaller to get his fire ablaze. As he glanced up and down the beach, he noticed tufts of tall, dry grass, scattered between him and the island, inward. Bob jogged up the sand. After gathering several tufts, he carried them back and laid them around and under his wood teepee. As soon as he got the flame of the next match close the the grass, they lit up blazed with mesmerizing beauty. Soon, he had a decent size bonfire going. This would help attract some help. As if on cue, he saw a plane in the distance, a tiny spec. And it seemed to be getting bigger. Jumping up and down in a happy glee, he quickly began to gather his things.
Within seconds though, his smile quickly faded. Not only was this plane getting closer, but it was coming down straight at him. He threw down his things, and started off at a sprint down the beach. With the scream of the plane getting louder, all he could do was run. Then, when it was almost upon him, it crashed into the trees off into the island, creating a clearing as wide as a highway, half a mile into the jungle. A couple minutes later, he found himself at the plane, yet, something was off. It was completely undamaged, as if it had never fallen from the sky. All of a sudden, the door swung open, and out walked a sea of elderly couples, looking from there 60's to there 90's in age. Thoroughly confused at this point, he started toward the door, looking for the pilot. The couples looked at him as he walked by, and thanked him for saving them.
Wait, what? He hadn't saved them! He was just running for his life, trying not to get crushed! He got to the door, and out popped out an attractive, young blonde woman who seemed in her early thirties. He figured it must be the flight attendant. He was about to walk past her, into the plane, when she stopped him and burst in to tears. She kept on mumbling something about how grateful she was, and that the pilot was radioing for help. Then, she looked up, stopped crying, and planted a kiss on him that seemed to last forever.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, the plane engine started to squeal, and burst in to flames. The pilot jumped out the door, started screaming in a foreign language, and began throwing around makeshift molotovs, seemingly made from the planes alcohol stock. The elderly couples began to move away, screaming as flying fireballs engulfed them in flames. Bob picked up the flight attendant, and started to run. Suddenly, the fiery plane engine exploded into millions of pieces, tearing the pilot and all the elderly couples to shreds, engulfing them all in flames.
Bob glanced down at the waitress, now in his arms, a terrified look on her face. Seeing his moment, he swallowed her fear, sucking her into a loving embrace. It didn't last long though, as she pulled away, slapped him, and began to walk away in a huff. Enraged, Bob picked up a nearby AK-47, pounded out two magazines, raped her and all the others' dead bodies, mutilated their body parts, cooked them on his fire, and promptly drowned himself with coconut milk.

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[Darkblade]

I don't know how to respond to that.
I really don't.

This isn't the actual RP thread, I was going to post that a little later if interest was shown.

[Resource Dragon]

I don't know how to respond to that.
I really don't.

This isn't the actual RP thread, I was going to post that a little later if interest was shown.

...It's original. You gotta at least give it that.

Oh, and I have interest. This might be fun.

(The story kinda resembles a bird flying gracefully, then getting violently shot out of the sky with a rocket launcher.)

[Darkblade]

Haha, yeah its original, it just moves so suddenly, so fast paced.


Well, make a character bio and maybe we'll start in a couple of days hopefully.