Young Writers Society

You wake up in a room, not terribly modern, not really old, just... a room. Perfectly normal, normal to the point where it's wierd. It has no furniture, no decoration, just a plain wooden door. Your memory is wierd too. You remember your age, your name, your gender. You know the basics of life, your colors, your numbers. You recall something about weapons, but that's all foggy. You can't remember anything specific about events in your life.

You are wearing a conservative grey running suit, with a yellow armband tied around your upper right arm. Grey and yellow running shoes on your feet, a pair of thin but durable black gloves in your back pocket. Nothing else. You may fiddle with the armband, only to realize it isn't made of cloth, but metal.

You get bored, eventually, and decide to investigate the room. You quickly realize there is nothing to be found here, so you try the door. It opens easily, and leads to a short hallway. It's exactly like the room behind you, just a hall instead of a room. Another plain wooden door stands at the end of the hallway. You make your way over, and open it too.

Now, here is where things get interesting. This hall has ten other doors, five on the opposite side, and four on your side. You can try to open these doors, but it wont work. They seem to be locked from the other side. There is one other door at the end of the hallway, and you try this one too. It opens into a much, much different setting.

You walk into a large, open arena-looking area. The terrain ranges from rocky hills, to smooth paved roads, to wild grassy areas. There are four huge screens set high in each wall, and one entire wall is dedicated to weapons. Another is covered with shelves of food and medical equiptment. There are hundreds of different kinds of backpacks in the center of the area. A yellow band runs around the room, about half-way up the wall. You have no idea whats going on, so you decide to wait.

Eventually, nine other people enter the room, five of the opposite gender, and four of your own. (Five girls total, five boys total.) Once the last person arrives, the large screens light up, and a female voice addresses you. "She", assuming she is actually human, says the following:

"Hello contestents. Welcome to Home. Here, you will be able to prepare for the formiddable journy ahead of you. You will be able to pack your food, other supplies, and pick your weapons for the journey ahead. You may have noticed the colored armbands you all share. You will be team Yellow in this contest. You will be competing against teams Red, Blue, and Green. " As She says the colors of the teams, the symbols and colors of the other teams appear on the screen. The Yellow team symbol is a golden lilly, Red team is a rose, Blue is a violet, and Green is a mint leaf.

She continues. "Your goal: be the first team to reach the end of your journey. You must make it from here, to here." She shows you a map of Los Angeles, but warped, abandoned, and half in ruins. The land is burned and dead-looking. It is a depressing sight. You see that your team must travel from the northern side of the city, to the southern side.

"You should try to avoid the following enemies. Infected: Former humans who have now lost all signs of humanity. They feed on raw flesh, and seem to have a taste for their kin, including you. Also avoid Snappers, Reapers, Ripers...." The list of horrible creatures goes on and on, and a picture acompanies each one. She tells you that you may kill members of other teams, but they will not necessarily attack you. Finally She says, "If you are the last team to reach the end, you will be killed." And with that, the screens go blank. You look around, surrounded by the members of your new team.

May the Los Angeles Trials begin.


What you need:

Name:

Age:

Gender (There will be five girls and five boys on the Yellow team) :

Appearance:
Personailty (Though they don't remeber who they are, everybody still has one) :

Weapon preferences, and fighting strengths (These are things your character will remember) :

Relationship? Y/N :


Please no:
God-modding
Cursing (If you must, you must, but try to keep it clean as possible! No major swears.)
Sexual scenes (Nobody wants to read that)
Killing of others characters without permission


If you have an idea, or are unsure about your character, feel free to PM me! If you have an idea about a character on another team, please PM me first. I thought it would be easier to all be on one team, so nobody has to lose. (Unless we want to. )
Yellow Team:
Girls:
- Clove Iris ~ TheRazzle
- Alicia Oliver ~ Gleek
- Mia Pallares ~ Ignorance
- Artemis "Artie" Faust Cspr
- Krikti Fujioka ~ KindredSpiritBee
Boys:
- Tino ~ TheBlondie
- Quin ~ VuzzyCat
- Ike ~ VuzzyCat
- Rafe Gable ~ Shadow
- Alan Archer ~ Loller

Reserve a spot for a female please! Sounds fun! profile will be up tomorrow. Thank you!

Name: Tino

Age: 16 (though looks like he could be way younger)

Gender: Male

Appearance: Small and immature looking. Skinny frame, small shoulders, big innocent-looking blue eyes, and short, messy, light-brown/dirty blonde-ish hair that falls over his eyes a little. He is short, about 5 feet 5 inches, and looks very weak.

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Personailty: Usualy very quiet, sweet, and always has a smile on his face. Tries to stay out of the spot-light as much as possible; he is a little shy. Will help in ways he can, and will stay out of the way in any way he can. Unless, of course...there is a threat. He will then promptly destroy the danger as silently and quickly as possible. That is the only times he will be serious. Afterward, he will stand, smile, and act like the fight never happened.

Weapon preferences, and fighting strengths: Very fast, very stealthy, and very, very dangerous. His biggest advantage is how weak he looks. Now don't get me wrong, he isn't a deciver out to kill those he tricks. He simply stays out of the picture until there is danger. His favorite weapons are small, black, cold steel daggers that he keeps on his person at all times. He keeps them hidden in his sleeves, gloves, side, pant legs, belt, and boots. They are so small and thin, that from first glance, he would appear unarmed. He is very skilled at hand-to-hand combat. He perfects in flips due to his light weight, flexability, and speed. He knows how to take down a bigger enemy with only one or two blows to their nerves, but rarely does so unless the situation calls for it.

Relationship: Uh...preferably not

(Tell me if I need to change anything! )

Name: Clove Iris

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Clove has very dark brown hair that comes down to her waist. She wears it in a braid that she leavs swinging freely, unless she's fighting. Then she swirls it up into a bun, which she secures with two, very slim daggars. Her skin is a healthy shade of pale, and she has a hard time tanning. She's slim without being skinny and has hard, hidden muscle. She is graceful when she walks, like a dancer. Her eyes are a bright, foresty green and she has thick, dark lashes. If the eyes are the windows to the soul, than Clove's soul is right on the surface. You can always tell how she's feeling and what she's thinking by looking at her eyes, and she hates it.

Personailty: Clove is sweet and kind, a mother figure. She hates when the people she loves are hurt, and will try to make everybody feel better, even at her own expense. However, she does have a limit. She can tell when people are trying to use her, and she wont stand for it. You mess with her, and you'll be on you back sucking for air. She will then apologise, and tell you you deserved it. She is blunt, so she sometimes causes hurt feelings without meaning to. She loves to laugh and make others laugh as well. She doesn't like depressing situations, and ocationally makes things akward when she cracks a joke at the wrong time. She's always full of (usually) good advise, and loves to give it. She believes in others privacy, and hates when people judge.

Weapon preferences, and fighting strengths : Clove is a bit of a pyromaniac, she likes things that go boom! She likes guns and grenades the best, and she is an amazing shot. She can shoot an acorn from 100 feet away in a high wind. She'll take a bow and arrows if she must, but would rather have an AK47, or even a simple pistol. If there are no projectile weapons to be found, she likes a simple Bo staff. She does decently well with hand-to-hand combat, but she isn't the best. She'd rather just shoot you while you're far away. She hates heavy weapons that aren't guns, because you have to swing them, and it's hard, and she's lazy when it comes to stuff like that. She is quick on her feet, but hates long term running with a passion. Her imagionation extends to fighting, and she likes using unsual things (Like cars, mail boxes, chain saws, ect.) as weapons.

Relationship? Y/N : Yes!

Name: Ike and Quin

Age: 18

Gender: male and male

Appearance:

Ike and Quin are identical twins except for their eyes. Ike, who is colorblind, has deep blue eyes. Quin, however, has emerald green eyes. Aside from that, the twins look pretty similar. Both buff, tall, and handsome. Ike is a little more lean then Quin, but not by too much.

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Personailty :

Ike is the more jokester of the two, although both twins love pranks and jokes. Both twins will be serious when they need to, but Quin is serious much more then Ike. Although both twins are smart, Quin uses it. Quin will also be very protective while Ike will probably never be protective (unless he finds himself a girl )

Weapon preferences, and fighting strengths:

Both Ike and Quin are very well in hand to hand combat, although Quin is better. Ike is faster though, and can run for longer then Quin. Quin likes weapons that gets the job done with, so the bigger, the better. Ike thinks it's easier to move with lighter weapons so he prefers small pistols. Both, however, will fight over faster guns like the minigun.

Relationship? Y/N : Absolutely yes to both

(Tell me if this isn't okay!)

...

Dibs on a girl!

Name: Rafe Gable

Age: 18-20 (he can't remember)

Gender (There will be five girls and five boys on the Yellow team) : Male

Appearance: Rafe is 6'3" and built (he is very buff.) He has mousy but slightly darker brown hair, and striking blue eyes with a hazel twinge. Rafe has a strong face with masculine cut jaw and he usually has a five o'clock shadow on his face. His stellar smile and striking eyes are his best points ( the rest of him ain't bad either though...) the only personal thing he still has is a small silver cross hanging from his neck on a chain.

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Personality: Rafe on the first look is in a word- a jerk. He is the one in a group no one would like- even the person who likes everyone would be off put by Rafe. He is: loud, obnoxious, condescending, has a reckless streak a mile wide, sarcastic to a fault, acidic to everyone he talks to, he keeps people at arms distance and will not let anyone get close to him emotionally. He has the temper of mount Vesuvius, blows up easily (he will often use his fists- but never on girls,) He is highly intelligent (and he knows it,) and he knows how to use his looks and intimidating build to his advantage. Rafe has a very slight Southern United States/New Orleans type accent.

This mean jerk he shows the world, is just a mask though- a front to keep people emotionally distant. Rafe is very much a teddy bear on the inside once you break his hard-as-nails shell. Once you have his trust and affection you will never loose it. He is fiercely loyal to those he considers his friends and would die protecting them if he needs to. He is among the first to react to dangerous situations. Courage, a bull dog tenacity, and his reckless streak, make Rafe a very good fighter- he doesn't believe in "no win" scenarios. Rafe doesn't know why he acts the way he does (he can't remember) but he does have a dim feeling something really terrible happened in his past, to make him such a jerk.

Weapon preferences, and fighting strengths (These are things your character will remember) : Rafe is an old school cowboy type- he uses his fists, a pair of pistols and a hunting knife. Because of his height and strong build he is a very intimidating opponent and he uses this to unnerve people. He is a very good hand to hand combat fighter (he uses a mix of martial arts, boxing and street fighting) he also is the kind of guy who will use whatever is laying around: tire irons, rocks, modified paint ball guns, ect. he is a dead steady shot with his pistols even from a distance. Rafe has no hesitation in killing- anything. Rafe is also good with an automatic or a stick shift, but watch out-he drives fast.

Relationship? Y/N : Yes he is up for a relationship- he just doesn't realize that yet. If you are saint enough to put up with him long enough to get past his shell, Rafe does carry his heart in his hands and will gladly give it to you and will be devoted to you for the rest of his life. It's just winning his trust will be the hardest trick and then understanding his idiosyncrasies and loving him for them.

(Hows this Razzle? if you want me to change anything I will gladly do so. also will they have cars? if so I vote that one of them is a yellow Camero- Rafe would dibs that so fast! XD)

Name: James McConoll "Seraph"

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tall. Like, really, really tall. You have no idea. He had to stoop a little to get through the door. That didn't help keep his lanky black hair out of his bluish- green eyes. His long fingers can in handy there, using the little- to none muscles he has on his skinny frame to brush the obsidian mop back on top. He then straightened up and almost hit his head against the ceiling. The tattooed wings on his back itched when he did this. He cringed when he stumbled through the door, as the harsh sun beat on his fair skin.

Personailty (Though they don't remeber who they are, everybody still has one) : Seraph was always the loner, too tall to be picked on, to different to make any true friends. Once it became clear that being almost 7" didn't make him any good in fights, the rest of the boys left him alone. The girls didn't go anywhere near him: greasy hair and pimples weren't exactly attractive. This shaped his personality massively, he learned to become indifferent to the people around him: focus on clear cut structure, goals and rewards. He worked hard to relax: his life became a schedule to maximize efficiency in the pursuit of recreation. He is nice to people when he feels like they can't mess up his plans. When they do, he removes them from the picture by moving away. He got the tattoo after blacking out at his first ever party, where the fairy wings were a joke he was the butt of. Now that he can't remember the causes behind his need to catalogue, there is a chance that he might be more social.

Weapon preferences, and fighting strengths (These are things your character will remember) : He uses his height to an advantage, using gravity as a tool to make downward strikes more powerful. He prefers fighting melee style, using axes, hammers, swords or even just simple rocks to crush opponents from above.

Relationship? Y/N : Y (maybe)

I'm at school and the bell's about to ring. I'll finish this up tonight.

Name: Alan Archer

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Personality: Alan is bold and outgoing, often talking and making friends with people he doesn't know. He likes to be loud and be the center of attention.

Weapon preferences, and fighting strengths: Kamehameha Wave

Relationship? Y/N : wynaut

Hey guys, we have one too many boys! Sorry, if any of you would rather write a girl, please go ahead, but I put in the names of who posted first! (Loller, If you really want it, PM me and tell me why you think Alan would be better. Ill see what I think.)

Thanks so much!

(Shadow, please don't make Rafe a girl. I love him too much already!)

Name: Alicia Oliver

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Alicia has long, honey blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Alicia has side-swept hair and some brown streaks either hidden or shown, so basically she has "peek-a-boo" highlights. She's average height for her age, and has a slim dancer's figure. Alicia is pretty fit, and has a bit of progressing abs. She's always seen smiling, and she has a heart shaped face. Alicia is pretty, I guess.

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Personailty: Alicia is very... ditzy. She's not the smartest kid in the class. Alicia is clueless and always has that spacey look on her face. She has the attention span of a goldfish and gets distracted with shiny and very interesting things. It will take a while to get her attention reverted back to you. Alicia is very happy and fun girl, and she's very positive and optimistic. Although, Alicia is exactly like a child. She will whine, beg, and plead if she has to so she can get what she wants. Alicia is pretty polite and knows when to be quiet.

Weapon preferences, and fighting strengths: Alicia is very fast and strong, despite her appearance. Her fighting strengths are mainly in the karate department, and she might not remember, but she's a blackbelt. Honestly, she can kick your (Alicia interrupts me: Behind!) behind, with her skills. Weapon preferences... hm, let's see... Alicia is absolutely scared of any weapons. She doesn't like the "pointy ones", the ones that go "boom!" (Razzle...), or guns. She tends to stay away from those and just use her karate skills.

Relationship? Y/N : Yes, if you think Alicia being all ditzy and all is cute.

Name: Artemis "Artie" Faust

Age: roughly eighteen

Gender: female

Appearance: She's athletic. I suppose that would be the best word for her. Most girls would be shorter, petite and soft; she's taller with rather good tone. She has almost milky-white skin and, perhaps naturally, silver-blond hair. It looks dyed to her, though--and she isn't sure if some random and wild color, like ginger or mahogany-brown, won't come back eventually. Her hair is shorn short (inch of so, maybe less). Otherwise, she has sharp blue eyes, a small nose, and full lips. She tends to have a facial description of impish. (May draw picture to provide later on.)

Personality: Her personality in a few words would be something the lines of fierce, cunning, never still, easily cross, and aloof. She isn't particularly friendly and tends to--shy away from people. Ex. she doesn't like people touching her stuff. Not that she really has much stuff, but if she's laid claim to say, a knife, you'd better watch (and count) your fingers if you've tried to take it from her. Yet, she talks a good game and is willing to do just about anything if it'd help (as in, help herself--but, you know, she can be lovable and nurturing and all that shiz is she wants, but supposedly they're in a death race and she doesn't have time).

Weapon Preferences and Fighting Strengths: She has a thing for sharp objects--which goes from machete to rock-with-blunt-point. Mainly, she likes knives, throwing knives or skinning knives particularly. She also wishes for a curved knife, though she isn't sure where that longing comes from. In the fighting department, she's quick on her feet and bend-y. She tries to avoid fights if possible. You can't win a race if you break your leg being stupid. Yet, she has a vicious surprise left hook, so watch your throat, and she can kick quite well. She also wouldn't have a problem using teeth or nails--and with how her nails are somewhat filed to points, she has to wonder if that isn't new.

Relationship? Y/N: Yes? As in, I'd be okay with that, but you'd have better luck coming after a tornado with a butterfly net than attempt to stamp her down into pretty monogamy--or a relationship on the run whatsoever?

Name: Mia Pallares.

Age: 18.

Gender: Female.

Appearance:

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Personality: Mia is a sassy and cocky girl who doesn't take shit from anyone and will kick your ass if you insult her. She's a tough-chick kind of girl. She's funny and sarcastic, often cracking jokes. She hardly gets serious unless it's called for. She comes across as cold and mysterious, but she can be kind if you're kind. She will make your life he if you piss her offs she doesn't trust easily, and she's a sweet-talker

Weapon Preferences and Fighting Strengths: Mia likes to throw things. She enjoys throwing daggers and stilettos, often hitting her desire target and piercing deep. She knows self-defense and can knock a man off his fret in leas than a minute.

Relationship? Y/N: Yes, but don't expect her to fall head-over-heels for him. She's a tough-cookie

Okay guys, that is it! All the spots are filled, and we actually have an extra. I'd actually like Loller to take that boy spot, I think his character fits better with what I'm going for here. I'm sorry, I didn't have any idea this would be at all popular!

And Ignorance, I'm sorry, I just want to nip this in the bud. When I said please swear only if you must, I meant it. I don't mind a curse here or there, but please keep it to a bare minimum, like no more than once or twice a page at most. I don't want to come off as rude, but I really dislike it.