I shielded my eyes from the glare of the sun, squinting at the silvery pools that formed on the random patches of cracked tarmac. The heat was unbearable. Three people had already collapsed and we'd already run out of water, with over a day's travelling ahead of us. My throat felt as dry as sandpaper but I trudged on, shooting quick glances over my shoulder to make sure the others were still following, and not boots up on the dry, dusty ground.
It had been a tough week for everyone. Two of our numbers had been shot down by mercenary attacks. At this thought, anger rose up inside me like a spitting cobra and my grip tightened on the shotgun that I kept close at hand. If I saw another one of them low lives they would be sure to get six rounds of lead up their rear end if they so much as blinked.
I ran my hand through my sandy hair with a sigh, feeling a wave of boiling heat rush over my body once more. My brain was slowly switching off and my concentration lasped.
I only saw the lone dark figure ahead when they were only a couple of meters away.
One second, I was holding the gun loosely at my side, next, I had it eye level and aiming straight for the person's head. It was like there was no action in between. Having quick relexes was a gift, the only thing I appreciated from the radiation.
The person, looking startled but not fearful, raised their arms above their head as a sea of clicks came from behind me as every one of my followers loaded their guns.
"Whoa! Watch where you're pointing those things!" they gasped, imploring us not to shoot with a quick wave of their hand.
**anyone can jump in!:D I'll post for Flick later;)**
“Poetry is old, ancient, goes back far. It is among the oldest of living things. So old it is that no man knows how and why the first poems came.”
History- Her parents and baby sister died a long and painful death. At first they survived the radiation but then they died. She doesn't like talking about that and also doesn't like to think back
Personality- fun and outgoing, honest, too honest actually, athletic, up for anything.
If is affected by radiation, then how?- she has a thin scar across her back which pains her, but the ability to see if a person has good or bad intentions and the ability to fly.
Appearance-
Preferred weapon- The gun her grandma gave her. It is small and the place where you hold it is wooden, and it is engraved with a symbol which meaning she doesn't know.
Other- Up for love and friendship
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Life isn't fair, its just fairer than death, that's all...
**Mercenaries are people without powers that are trying to take back the surface so that the people in the underground city can come back up. The resistance, I think, is trying to prevent that and the radiation survivors are just innocents who the mercenaries are trying to kill and the resistance is trying to protect. [Do I have it right?]**
**Bonniebabe, if my second character is too much than I can take him out so that you can post a character.**
Guys... there is no resistance any more. Bonnie took it out. The Mercenaries are trying to kill the survivors so those that live in the underground will be safe to return to the surface. Does that clear things up?
“Poetry is old, ancient, goes back far. It is among the oldest of living things. So old it is that no man knows how and why the first poems came.”
Ha Ha Moo. Well you've finally managed to get me to post after days of nagging! I have decided to abandon my french revision for the time being to do this, please bear in mind that my brain was liquefied today in a maths test so I'm going to keep it short and sweet.
Name: Kenji Noshi
Age: Around 22 (he's not sure)
Gender: Male
Radiation survivor
History: Kenji cannot remember anything of his past and only knows that when he woke up after the blast, that he was holding a small body in his arms and that he was carrying a Katana and rucksack full of supplies for some reason... (I dunno if he will regain his memories later on)(Oh, he knows his name because he has a wallet before you ask.)
How affected by radiation: Kenji can take the energy from others adding to his own and increasing his speed, strength, etc. He can use his power on any living thing (not that there's much left)
Preferred weapon: His katana. (Which is really effective because he gets really fast)
Other: Up for love! Yay that's that done! Oh wait...
Personality: Kenji doesn't like to speak much and believes that actions are louder than words. (remember that people!) Despite this Kenji is actually quite peaceful and spends the most of his time daydreaming and looking at the sky, wishing he was a bird/ something that flies (and doesn't have to worry about being hunted)
OK People you can now start!
(and please don't drop out too soon!
"Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler" -Einstien
Hi peeps! Can I join? i'm kinda new to the storybook world though. Anyhoo, here's my character. Thanx ^ ^
Name- Kara Riley
Age- (18-24, PM me if you want to have an older/younger character.)~~19
Gender- Female
Radiation survivor/ mercenary.~~Mercenary
History-Kara's father was a scientist who had expected the nuclear war to come to such an end and so he planned ahead...he had 10 children prodigies{ their speicalty was in combat} take from their homes and given elite military children, his own cheery, toddler daughter included. However the military training {some might call it abuse while others might call it mental training tatics, depends on your view} drove the vast majoirty of children to sucidice/mass murder till only Kara was left. However Kara wasn't left unscathed; due to the tense pain she had endured as a young child she developed another personality to deal with it all, affectionatly calling this new self "Raylyn". Her father hid her away underground and died in the aftermath of the nuclear war.
Kara was found by a govt offical living on the streets a few months ago and was enlisted into govt as a mercenary, since killing is really the only thing she knows.
Personality- Kara is the type of person who can be goofy and smiling one mintue and the next a ruthless, bloodthirsty b*tch in battle. Her domiant personality, Kara, is just Kara. If you want to get a good feel on Kara's domaint personality listen to "Sharada" by Skye Sweetnam; impossible dreamer, loudmouth, upbeat, and when people say she's delirous uz of her dreams she claims she "oblivous." It's the Raylyn part that's dangerous.
Raylyn was created as a kind of safety vale for Kara and it's Raylyn that is ruthless, bloodthristy, and calculating in a battle. Raylyn has no loyalties to anyone. The only person she cares about is herself {i.e. Kara since they're the same person} and if anyone tries to stop her they've just unleashed holy hell. The good thing though is that Raylyn is only accessible when Kara feels either extremely threatened or enraged. For the most part to Kara Raylyn is just that little voice in the back of her mind, her "conscience" or "intution" if you will.
Other-~~In order for you guys to recognize who's speaking, Raylyn's voice will be in italics. Also she's up for love, perferbly with a Radiation Survivor cuz I'm just cruel to my characters like that {creating drama for them just for the hell of it XD} but it doesn't have to be. I just think her falling for a survivor would have more drama in it.
Preferred weapon- For close quarter combat Kara uses emieri needles {a weapon shalin monks used. They're about a foot long and forged steel with the thickness of a pencil, easily concealable. They're connected to a ring worn on the middle finger so you can spin them in your hands to distract an opponet while striking him with the other one}, her martial art Krav Maga {an Isralie martial art that teaches you to go for the throat always} and for long range she perfers a simple sniper rifle. Her "intution" tells her she's more suited so close quarter combat {so Raylyn can come out} so her specilty is that.
Looks: She stands about 5'2' with redish brown hair always placed in a messy bun, light brown eyes, a strawberry splash birthmark right below her left ear which is usually hidden by a lock of loose hair, and she weights about 113 lbs.
Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance. -Confucius
