forum Battledrum Hills (Closed, Stalkers More Than Welcome)

Started October 20, 2019 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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@SunGod get yaself over here :>

RPers: @Young-Dusty (aka Dusty) and @SunGod (aka Sunflower)

Setting: A dystopian, post-2nd-civil-war version of North America. The government collapsed years ago and various subcultures sprang up as the remaining people attempted to survive. Magic exists in certain forms, as well as various magical races. Many will be referenced without explanation, since SunGod and I both already know pretty much everything about this world.

Plot: Two travelers encounter a lost leader and decide to help her get back to her people, while on the way having lots of crazy adventures and making tons of wacky new friends XD

Main Characters (at least at the beginning):
SunGod: Bee (AKA Beelzebub), Boss
Young-Dusty: Indy

Character template will be posted below by SunGod vvvvv

Hey, hey! Lemme grab a template!

Name:
Gender:
Species:
What type of survivor:
Personality:
Appearance:
Skills/Talents:
Backstory:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Other:

Ty!!

Name: Indy Clifftree
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human with 1/4 Deorn blood, very faint Deorn traits such as enhanced senses/strength/reflexes/endurance. Also has very slight fire resistance and never gets sunburned.
What type of survivor: Wanderer
Personality: Chill and laid-back, practical, good sense of humor, not the best manners and a bit snarky but is generally a kind-hearted person. Looks out for herself first, but can also be very protective. Good teacher. Big Sister material.
Appearance: Athletic body type, a bit rangy but very strong. Long, curly dark blonde hair that's usually tied back, dark blue eyes, tanned skin, weathered hands with lots of little scars and calluses on them.
Skills/Talents: Her main skill is mechanics, but she's also good at general wilderness survival, self-defense, cooking, navigation, reading people/situations, bargaining, and woodcarving.
Backstory: She comes from a small family in a semi-tribal West Coast fishing/trading village. She left to see the world when she was sixteen and only went back to visit once since then.
Strengths: Intuition, fast reflexes, confidence, interacting with all types, tolerating solitude and crowds equally.
Weaknesses: Easily bored, can be a bit self-serving, lazy, not really interested in intellectual/philosophical thought, and questionable morals–especially when it comes to respecting other people's property/belongings.
Other: I have a picture of her too lol https://www.pinterest.com/pin/456482112230981984/?nic=1

hi i finally got this done yeeerrr

Here are my babies:

Name: Cameron Bosshammer
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age: 20
What type of survivor: Wanderer
Personality: Confident, trouble-maker, chronic idiot, leader, not as fearless as he pretends.
Appearance: Dark brown, fluffy hair, tanned skin, chestnut eyes, thin, lanky. He squints a lot because he needs glasses, but doesn't have any.
Skills/Talents: Lock-picking, sneaking, sniffing out new places to explore, stopping arguments, survival stuff, he can hear demons
Backstory: Boss's town was hit incredibly hard by the war, and as a result, he and his five friends were separated. He's looking for them now. (<— Long story cut very short)
Strengths: He's easy to get along with, affable, he's authoritative, calm, yet has a fun wild attitude, ect. Most his strengths lie in people skills. He's currently realizing that the demons will protect him, so he has demon powers I guess, or something.
Weaknesses: Lack of eyesight, lack of common sense, cocky, chronic rule-breaker, self-centered, immature, snarky. He's prone to pessimism due to the demons, and often comes across as overly optimistic as he tries to compensate.
Other: He's really a soft child, be nice. He just misses his friends, okay?

Name: Bee (Beelzebub)
Gender: Female
Species: Human
What type of survivor: Bandit
Personality: She's cold and authoritative, although not unfriendly. She's strictly professional, and she has so much leadership in them bones, yeet
Appearance: She's small, got wild, short black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin
Skills/Talents: Leading, fighting, hunting, organizing, inspiring fear, she's a great diplomat, and has about 150 of bandits who would all die for her in a heartbeat
Backstory: Her tribe used to live on the west coast, but after a military force gathered and drove them out, killing most of the original members, she travelled across the country to Vermont, collecting new bandits as she went and finally establishing herself amongst the bandit tribes there, forcing them to make room for her. Since then, she had realized that the military group was following her, and took out a small force to lure them away, laying a false trail to send them southward. However, they got caught about a week into their luring, and she was the only one that escaped. Now she's trying to get back to her tribe as soon as possible, just in case one of the others who got captured spilled the beans on their actual location.
Strengths: She's smart, quick, physically strong, and very mentally stable
Weaknesses: She's proud and probably just a little too greedy. She's got a short temper and is used to everyone following her every command.
Other: Human AU of Beelzebub from Good Omens

Ugh, you squirts want another story? Fine….but after that, you have to go to bed with NO COMPLAINING. Agreed? Okay. I'm gonna tell you the story of two brave wanderers who traveled the country with nothing but their own two feet and fists to keep them going. They had lots of crazy adventures, believe you me, but we might as well start at the beginning–a few months after they met and decided to travel together. It was a warm day in late summer, out on the lonely plains of what was once called Nebraska, and food was scarce. And you all know what that does to a person's mood…

Indy lay on her stomach at the top of the low hill, staring at the horizon darkly. The only thing to see was a small dust-devil meandering down an abandoned gravel road and a small flock of vultures trawling through the sky above it. Indy watched them for a while, wondering if she could hit one with a pebble from her sling and cook it for lunch.
"Probably not," she muttered to herself. "Bet it's got a horrible disease anyway." Rolling over and sitting up, she called down the hill to her companion at the small camp below. "I'm seeing nothin. Told you we should've saved half of that grouse last night."

"Aw, come on, the mighty hunter can't catch us anything?" drawled Boss, poking the embers of last night's fire. "Ahh, it's okay, we'll find something later on."
He stood and stretched, kicking dirt over the fire and putting it out entirely. "We'd better get going anyways, we've been too still for my wander's bones to like." He hiked up the hill to join her.
"Where to now?" Not gonna lie, I sort of like it here. All that sky feels good."

"Yeah, I hear ya. Still, we'd better start heading towards somewhere with more to eat pretty soon." Indy rose and turned in a circle, scanning their surroundings for anything that looked promising. "I guess that old road is our best bet. Let's keep following it and see if we can find an old barn to gnaw on or something." She flashed her teeth at Boss and ambled back down to collect her bedroll. "So you've got wanderer's bones, now, huh? Next you'll be spouting angsty monologue and trying to tell everybody your tragic backstory."

"Oh I have the MOST angst," he said dramatically, flopping an arm over his eyes. "Just you wait, i've got sooo much tragedy in this bad boy."

"I've yet to observe any," Indy replied dryly, packing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "The most tragic thing I ever saw happen to you was that time when you tried to catch a fish and it slapped you in the face. Ready to move out?"

"Hey, that hurt!" he said with a grin, shoulding his own bag. "And yeah, let's go. I'm hearing the call of an unknown stranger, leading us to adventure!"
He had been speaking non-literally, but a sudden scream from up ahead echoed as soon as the words left his mouth.
He stared blankly after the sound, mouth a perfect o of surprise.
"Okay, I guess I wasn't kidding?"

Indy blinked. "Wait, you…didn't plan that?" She put in just enough effort to switch from an amble to a slow jog and crested the rise with a frown. "That sounded like it wasn't too far from here. See anything?"

"Well, heckfire, If I could have I sure would have!" he said, jogging up beside her and taking in the view. "Nah, I ain't seeing much. Maybe it was…a bird?" he sounding doubtful. "What about down there, in those trees? Hard to see, but there could be someone in there."

Indy squinted at the small cluster of scrubby pines down below. "I think that's they only place they could be, unless there's some really tall grass around here that I'm not seeing." She glanced at Boss. "Wanna go check it out?"

"I guess, they might need help," he said shrugging.
As if on cue, there was another scream, this one clearly forming a desperate plea for, you guess it, help.

Indy took a breath and shifted her knife so it hung more accessibly from her makeshift utility belt. "Now I'm glad we didn't eat breakfast. No fun rescuing people on a full stomach." Rolling out her neck and shoulders, she started down the slope. "I'll take point and you cover me, just like we talked about, okay?"

"WHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" he yelled, racing past her, his own blade out and flashing as he struggled to keep his balance down the hill.

"Hey! Aw, c'mon–" Indy broke into a sprint with a groan, resolving to talk him through their attack plan AGAIN once the excitement was over. "Whatever, I guess! CHARGE!" Drawing her blade at the last minute, she dove into the trees after Boss, ready to immediately assess the situation.

A third scream rang through the air, but unlike the previous two, this one was much more inspired out of a need to declare one's position so one wouldn't get trampled. Boss slammed on the brakes, flailing his arms wildly before crashing down with a yelp, taking a ridiculous leap to avoid something on the ground before falling face-first into the spiky trees.

Indy, having been warned by her companion's tumble, quickly threw herself to the side and rolled into a crouch, knife at the ready. "Easy there! Who's screaming, and who here needs help? Anyone?"

"My beautiful face!" Boss wailed, rearing up with several bloody cuts decorating his cheeks and nose.
"Screw your face!" came a strangled half-shriek from the ground.

Indy blinked and glanced downwards. "Wait, who said that? Who's there, huh?"

Huddled amongst the foliage, a woman with tangled black hair and blue eyes slitted in pain. She was clutching her leg, which…had a blunt-toothed springtrap locked around her ankle. Blood oozed slowly from around the jaws, dripping onto the hill-side.