Basically a Lost/Truman Show type plot. Set a few years in the future. A group of prisoners are given a choice between carrying out their sentences or participating in a "psychological study" where they forget that they ever agreed to do it. So they end up in what seems to be an endless forest, not knowing how they got their, only remembering that they were prisoners. Some of the people in the forest are actors –hired to keep a consistent plot and add drama. Each day brings a new challenge in the form of a clairvoyant note –things like “Dean dies” or “a wild fire” or “Cameron kills Lindsey”. Is this overcomplicated?? Maybe. Ask questions if you're confused idk… Rules: Characters should be 17+. Language is fine, as long as you avoid racial/homophobic/nasty slurs. Violence should be kept at an R level. No murdering/seriously injuring someone else's character without consent.
My character:
Daso, age 17, arrested for drug use/dealing
He's tall, about 6ft, with shoulder-length dark cornrows and dark brown skin and eyes. He has a great smile and he's very charming. He's pansexual and flirts a lot, but if someone starts to show actual interest in him, his self-doubt takes over and he becomes either overdramatic and egotistical or flustered and awkward. He's Catholic, an amazing shot, and always wears a fraying bracelet around his wrist.
Heyyy, this is old, but are you still into it?
(Can I join?)
('Cause, ya know, you can never be in too many RPs, apparently…)
(Of course! Anyone can join)
(Yay!)
Here's my character: Arabelle Moore
(You can just ignore anything irrelevant to the plot. She could be an actress for the show…?)
My character is Lysander Cormien. She’s 17 and was arrested for theft and possession of a firearm. She’s small and skinny, and a natural blonde, but she died it electric blue shortly before her trial. It’s short and wavy. She has heterochromia, with one green eye and one hazel eye. Other than that, she has a slight tan and freckles, along with some scars here and there. She is a biromantic asexual, who flirts with everyone but is almost never truly interested. She goes by Lyssie and is good with a gun, along with several outdoorsman skills.
That went on a lot longer than I meant oops-
Could I join? This sounds interesting!
Okay, I'm Roberta, or Ro. Thigh-length, curly hair, freckles, bright green eyes, 18, arrested for murder. Kinda tall and average weight. Pansexual, great hand-to-hand combat skills, she knows how to handle a gun.
Alright, cool. I’ll do my character.
Name: Floyd Manson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Crime: Multiple accounts of planned arson.
Appearance: Dyed dark red messy hair, grey eyes, pale skin, around 6ft, toned body shape.
Personality: Witty, extroverted, can be selfish at times, sly, playful, terrible sense of humor, loud, struggles with commitment, daring.
Other: Is best with some sort of sword like weapon, as he did fencing as a younger teenager for about 4 years. He tends to work best with others.
(hoping I can join so here's the character)
My character is Matthias "Matt" Romark. He's 22 and was arrested for assault and battery on two officers when they questioned him about tax fraud and evasion, which he also did. He was also thrown in overnight for being drunk in public many times. He's 5'6" and 150 lbs with a thin, fragile-looking frame but has a very athletic build. Dark-tan/brown skin with freckles across his nose and cheeks. Fluffy black hair that's usually not brushed, dark-green eyes, tattoos on his arms and leading onto his chest, back, and shoulders. He's pretty calm until angered, and then he becomes aggressive, like the Chill Drunk Uncle™. Blunt and abrasive. Sarcastic and witty with a dash of intelligence. Has a knack for climbing anything, even stuff that isn't supposed to be climbed.
Wow we actually have a good amount of people!! Who wants to start?
Roberta stumbled through the undergrowth, head pounding. She had no idea what she was doing here, and so far thought she was alone. A dry sob escaped her throat. She scanned the dense barrier of trees around her, attempting to stay calm.
In her desperate search, she tripped on a root and landed at someone's feet. Despite everything, the knowledge she wasn't completely alone slowed her breathing. She looked up.
Daso rubbed at his eyes. His throat felt thick. Ugh, he could use a hit right now. Sniffling, he stumbled through the foliage. Why was he in the wooods? Shouldn't he be in prison? He was growing even more confused.
Someone fell at his feet. A girl? Uh… "oh, hey," he said, his voice raspy.
Ro jumped to her feet and dusted herself off. "Hi." They stared at each other. "Who are you?" she asked finally.
"Daso, uh, Daso Johnson." He cleared his throat, straightening up. "Who are you? And I kinda want to know where the hell we are, too."
Matthias grunted and rolled over onto his stomach with the worst hangover headache he's ever had in his life. He groaned and curled up into a ball, wanting to go back to sleep.
Arabelle walked quietly through the forest, searching for the others that were supposed to be here. She had been hired to keep the plot going in the right direction, doing whatever was necessary without giving away the fact that she was an actress.
The first person she ran across was a man lying on the ground, tightly curled up in a ball. Rolling her eyes, she nudged him with the toe of her combat boot.
"Hey, get up," she said bluntly.
"Uuughs" Matt groaned and rolled onto his back "I'll get up when I wanna get up lil' missy" he slurred as he blocked the sun from his eyes with his arm.
Ro heard voices, and whipped around. "Who's there?" she called warily.
