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(Alrighty, so as most of y'all here know, Arrow is no longer with us [not dead, just no longer with us.] She has given me permission to take up the role of owner of Lapis, so we are going to try this again.)
The city started out as an oasis, a place where cool water sprung from the dead desert sand. It offered rest to the nomads, the caravans, the travelers; it became a place of quiet, a place of shade.
People started to settle there. The settlement grew into a village, then a town, then a bustling city full of skyscrapers and people. They named their city Lapis, like the deep blue waters of the lake. Lapis, the isolated desert city, whose citizens had nothing to fear. There was no possibility of an earthquake or a flood or a hurricane. There was little fear of crime, because few were poor and many were rich. They were content, freestanding in the desert, confident that they would stand the test of time.
But they hadn't counted on the war. The war tore at the sense of security that surrounded Lapis. But the citizens remained, heads high, trying to convince themselves that it would be all right.
Then the bomb hit. It was a sphere of radioactivity, a blast that shook the night itself, made the stars quake. It hit the city hard. Every living soul died.
But six people survived. They had never known each other before. They were immune to radioactivity, and it was something to do with the strange mark on their wrists, something they all had.
You are one of those six people.
What do you do?
(OK, spoiler alerts/notes time:
These people are immune to radioactivity because scientists experimented on them when they were little. They were unwanted babies. The lab was in Siberia, smack in the middle of nowhere. Then government-type people came in, blew the thing open (figuratively), and the kids were all adopted. It's up to you to decide if your character knows that they were adopted or not. Oh, and this takes place in a slightly more futuristic world, but not crazy futuristic. And you're all around the same age, like 16-25 or so.
The mark on the wrist (just so y'alls know) is on the inside of the wrist, just below the heel of the hand. It's dark purple, like a bruise, but with defined edges like a birthmark. And it doesn't have any particular shape. The size is about that of a US quarter.
The story starts right after the bomb hits, right as your characters are all finding that they are alive, and that they are not the only ones alive. I think it will start in the town square.
Restrictions on this RP: I don't appreciate swearing, so let's try to protect some innocence here and refrain from it. No sexual content whatsoever, but romantic relationships are allowed. So let's keep it on the mild side of PG-13 here. [Soup_Nana commentary here: Violence is totally allowed. Nothing against it. But don't go crazy with alright?]
Be nice. Don't offend other people.
Have fun!)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Talents:
Looks:
OK, I think that's good for now! Let me know if I've forgotten something off of the character sheet (I almost always do).
Buckle up, it's gonna be quite a ride!
– In loving memory of Arrow (RIP my gurl)
