forum Dystopian Rp (Closed)

Started April 03, 2019 by @Lunar_Eclipse

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Name: Zyra Everett
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demi
Personality: INFP-T, pessimist, can be super loud or super quiet sometimes, sarcastic af, bit protective of friends, has a hard time trusting people because of her past
Appearance: Probably around 5'8. Wavy/Curly black hair that's up to her lower back, but there are some days where her hair is a bit straighter. Rich brown eyes with black ring that kinda fades into grey, they look light brown/gold under direct light. Chocolate colored skin with a hint of olive, stitches right above her left eyebrow, and has glasses. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OWv3jPdBtLgRtD6B0uvEGPjeoNiAV9KNmsVGPsZHdqk/edit
Background: You'll see
Weapon(s): A small dagger in her right boot, a gun with a silencer, and a knuckle duster
Supplies: She has a brown backpack with many small hidden pockets so she has a lot of stuff. For example, water bottles, around two first aid kits, flashlights, batteries, all the food she has found over time (that she hasn't eaten yet), another set of clothes, ammunition, some other weapons, a actual model of her wand, and a compass
Likes: Music, food, books, her friends, drawing (sometimes)
Dislikes: Jerks, science, talking to strangers, liars, mean people
Tattoos/Markings/Scars: She was stitches right above her left eyebrow from before when the world collapsed. She also has this, and this which she had gotten with her friends (who are dead now). Also, instead of having the Elder Wand tattooed, they all had their own wands tattooed on the inside of their middle fingers. After the war, she has gotten many more tiny cuts and bruises from fights and from trying to escape fights.
Pets: None
Talents: Stealthiness, persuading people to give her or do anything for her, being quiet when walking, and has photographic memory
Flaws: Too loyal and forgiving to her friends, being a bit too sarcastic at times, and a bit afraid of the dark

(I'm sorry I took so long! Is she okay?)

Storm was scrounging around a small town that was obviously just camped in. He could tell from the steaming coal left over from fires, food wrappers, and the footprints that were left in the dust. He occasionally picked up some scraps hoping to find something valuable that was accidentally left by the previous visitors. He entered a small gas station with half the roof collapsed. He searched the shelves for left over foods. He picked up a small can of soup and a can of green beans with a sigh. He placed them into his bag for later.

(Thanks! I'll get my template up soon!)

(kk)

Jensen woke from his fitful sleep at the sound of the gas station door opening. He'd only spent the night there after running from some rogues, escaping into this run down place. Turns out trying to bargain for food with people who wanted to kill you wasn't the greatest idea. There was only one pair of footsteps, that he could tell, but one never knew nowadays whether they were friendly or not. He heard the sound of cans being pulled off the shelf and rose to his feet quietly. He peered around the corner to see a young man with messy brown hair stuffing cans into a backpack. "Hey," Jensen called out softly, holding his hands up as a sign of goodwill and hoping the guy wouldn't try and shoot him like literally everyone else he'd met in the past month.

Out of fear and surprise Storm quickly grasped his Scar-L and aimed toward the voice. Storm's heart was pounding within his chest and his adrenaline started pumping. Storm saw that the guy had his hands up, but he still wasn't going to risk it. Storm didn't lower his gun. He inhaled a deep shaky breath. "I don't have anything so you can keep going along," Storm tried to keep his voice calm and demanding.

"Yeah, well me neither," Jensen replied calmly. He gestured slightly to the gun he was holding, saying, "Nice weapon. Bet that was difficult to get a hold of." He didn't yet reach for the pistol tucked into his waistband at the back, hoping he wouldn't need it.

Storm was still wary of this guy but started to trust him a bit more. Storm stiffened when he mentioned the gun. The sight of Roy dying flashed into his mind. He tried to stay strong. "Did what I had to," Storm replied trying to make himself seem stronger than he really was. "What do you want?" he asked trying to get off the subject of his gun.

"Nothing in particular. You're the first person I've seen in over a month that hasn't instantly tried to kill me, so I guess I just want to talk. Plus, you're the one who came to me," he explained, carefully lowering his hands, but still leaving his gun where it was. "I'm Jensen," he added, holding a hand out to shake in the least threatening way he could think of.

(Not too late! Go ahead and join.)

(Thanks! Should I make a template, or…)

(Not too late! Go ahead and join.)

(Thanks! Should I make a template, or…)

(Yes, thank you!)

"Nothing in particular. You're the first person I've seen in over a month that hasn't instantly tried to kill me, so I guess I just want to talk. Plus, you're the one who came to me," he explained, carefully lowering his hands, but still leaving his gun where it was. "I'm Jensen," he added, holding a hand out to shake in the least threatening way he could think of.

"What do you mean I came to you? Your the one that came to me. I didn't go searching for you." Storm corrected him, lowering his gun only a little.

(Not too late! Go ahead and join.)

(Thanks! Should I make a template, or…)

(Yes, thank you!)

(Wait do you mean a character template? Because I made one on the first page if you want to use it)

(Not too late! Go ahead and join.)

(Thanks! Should I make a template, or…)

(Yes, thank you!)

(Wait do you mean a character template? Because I made one on the first page if you want to use it)

(Yeah.)

(Not too late! Go ahead and join.)

(Thanks! Should I make a template, or…)

(Yes, thank you!)

(Wait do you mean a character template? Because I made one on the first page if you want to use it)

(Yeah.)

(oh haha, yeah I read that wrong. xD there is one on the first page if you want to use that. You can add or make your own its fine either way.)

Zyra woke up from her fitful sleep at the sound of a group of teenagers entering the gas station she was at. She swiftly took out her gun and peered out at the group from behind a cabinet. They were looking around for food and potential weapons, just like she thought. One about twelve years old walked over to the cabinet where Zyra was hiding, she quickly put the kid in a headlock and walked out with the gun pressed against his head. "Give me all your supplies or I will shoot him," She threatened, knowing very well that she wasn't going to shoot the kid. She wouldn't be able to.