forum It’s Just Us Here. . . Alone. (Closed with Yellowqueen) (1/1 [for now])

Started April 11, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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VANISHED.

Three months, Nineteen days, Thirteen hours, Thirty-Six minutes

Keeping the time is the only thing keeping Kirean sane. It’s been about one year and seven weeks sense the whole of the human population vanished without a trace. ONe night, he went to bed, and the next day? Everyone was gone. He found a spilled cup of coffee on his dads chair. A shattered glass with spilled milk on the floor in the kitchen, as well as the charred remains of eggs. His sister’s phone was in the bathroom sink as water ran over it.

He’s cleaned up of course, but this had worried him. The absence of sound head deafened his ears until he heard barking. At least he still had his dog, right?

Over the past year, Kirean had managed to survive on his own. He saved his money, he didn’t use it. He went to stores and took only what he needed. He started a garden in his backyard. He believed himself the last one. He found a way to charge his phone. Watch TV. Not that there was anything on cable, but there were hundreds of movies online, and even more at the stores.

He took to counting the time since they all vanished, settled into his comfortable rhythm. He was somewhat happy, if a little lonely.

ALONE.

One year, Seven months, One week, Three Days, Four Hours, Nine minuets

Kirean was used to being alone, and firmly beck lived he was the last one left on Earth. Until he meets Character B.

That’s all I have, as I want to leave the deathlike of the second character up to whoever joins this up to you and you alone, though, the plan is that there is one person left in every major city in the world, so it would be nice if they’re a traveler, looking for other people.

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Name: Ariella "Ella" Karrington
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female she/her
Appearance- Ariella has found herself on the shorter side, sitting at five foot, two inches. She has a naturally slender body, that iver the years of hard work, has becime norw atheltic, more muscular. She drew the short end of the stick when it came to her other sisters. Her ash brown hair falls just below her ribs. It's a mess and normally ends up in tangles but her pride prevents her from cutting it. She's learned to manage it by keeping it in braids constantly, but it has its effect on her head, causing aches. She's learned to just deal with it. She has warm, hazel eyes, a mixture of brown and green, with just a hint of blue. She was blessed with naturally long and curled lashes, making her eyes appear vibrant. She has a button nose and full cheeks, giving the appearance of a younger age. Her lips are just full enough to compliment her features.
Race- Human
School- Second year college
Personality: Ariella is a kind if somewhat shy girl. With her friends and family she can be loud and outgoing. Around others strangers or acquaintances, she more withdrawn and quiet. But those that had the delight of getting to know her get to see a whole new side to her. She can be outspoken and truly say what's on her mind, no filter, which had shocked more than a few people the first time they heard her curse or complain about something. She can be a bit wild. Late night drives with her head out the sun roof, cliff diving, you name it. She coukd be considered a bit of an adreline junkie. But only with friends and never in highly congested areas. While she was fun to be around and go on adventures with, she also the perfect someone to just sit down and talk to. She'll listen to your problems and give you the best advice she had available. She's the perfect balance of fun and reliable.
Likes:
-Adventures
-Exercising
-Baking
Dislikes:
-Spiders
-Chewing noises
-Gardening
Hobbies:
-Camping
-Reading
-Working out
Talents:
-can play the piano
-can sew a perfect suture
-can fit an obscenely amount of meatballs in her mouth
Fears:
-Spiders
-Heights (ironically)
-being physically taken advantage of
Conditions- Physically, Ariella is in great condition. Even before the world disappeared, she always took care of her physical health. She spent one to two hours in the gym five days a week. She did weightlifting and cardio. Physically, she was in great condition. Mentally, that was different. She struggles with body insecurities. It was the main reason she started going to the gym. To look better. She's constantly looking over her shoulder, wondering if the people laughing were laughing at her. Her life was a disappointment. She was a disappointment. She was never enough her parents and so she was always try to make it up in some other way. All she craved was her parent's affection but never recieved it. After everyone disappeared, she shut down mentally. She locked down her emotions. There was no time for them. Because if she stopped and let herself work through them, she didn't think she would be able to survive it. Her family was gone. Her friends were gone. Everyone was gone. And she didn't know what to do.
Background: Ariella comes from a family of girls. Six daughters to be exact. Her parents wanted a boy. So they kept trying and trying for a boy. For years, they all got to see their parents' disappointment when the doctor told them it was another girl. After their sixth girl, their mother had become too old and another pregnancy would have been too dangerous, so they stopped trying. And each of the six daughters tried to make up for the fact that there was no boy. One went into sports, one went into engineering. Ariella went into medicine. The rest were too young to decide, all still in grade school, though they weren't impervious to their parents' disappointments either. No matter how hard any of them work, they just weren't enough. And Ariella worked hard. She was valedictorian in high school. She had a perfect GPA in college. She was on the dean's list. She had many awards. And yet it was never enough. She moved out at the first chance that she could. Which happened to be with a college boyfriend that should have never happened. She had just moved out into a college dorm room when the world just disappeared.
Other: She was in veterinarian school. Blood and bodily fluids never bothered it. It excited her. But she didn't want to work on humans. It was too complicated and too much human interactions. So she chose animals. Small animal, to be exact. She was not going to be caught with her hand in a cow's anus.

Name: Kirean “Ean” Roeen
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance-
Eyes) Green and Hazel. His Green eye can change from a lighter color to a slightly darker color biased on his health. When he’s healthy, it tends to be slightly darker, but when he’s unhealthy, it’s slightly lighter.
Hair) Black and whine, but not salt an pepper. He has genuine white spots in his hair, but it’s mostly black.
Skin) Light golden color, but again with the white spots dusted on his skin.
Height) 5’9”
Weight) 148lbs
Body Type) Thin and willowy
Personality: Ean has always been introverted, preferring to be on his own in his room, or outside on a nice day with his books. He’s soft spoken and almost never raises his voice above a whisper. He never has the heart to be rude to anyone, no matter what they do and finds himself in awkward situations when someone’s being rude to him and he just smiles, dips his head and says nothing. This usually put people off, and they would leave him alone.
He has a big heart, and will forgive anyone at the words ‘I’m sorry’. He’ll do this with anyone, even with people who have used this to manipulate him, always wanting to believe in the best of people. He also has a weak spot for hurt things, animals and people alike and will put himself in danger to save another.
He can be socially awkward and quiet, even for himself, sometimes he gets a stutter and doesn’t speak clearly. This doesn’t happen often, and really only happens when he’s uncomfortable or embarrassed.
Likes:
- Food; He loves eating, and has taught himself to be an excellent chef after everyone vanished.
- Physical Contact; This one’s probably strange but almost any sort of physical contact (hugs, snuggles, hand holding, light shoulder bumps, etc.) are welcome and makes him feel more at ease, even more so if he knows the person very well.
- Running with His Dog; Excerise is still important.
Dislikes:
- Loud Noises; He’s never liked them, and after everyone vanished, he has been slightly relived that he doesn’t have to deal with them.
- Sudden Movements; This dude is a little on the paranoid side and anything sudden can shock him, he’s not afraid of them, but they shock him and he’ll jump slightly.
- Water and plain food; He loves flavors, so he usually picks up water flavor packets for when he drinks water.
Hobbies:
- Cooking; He love to cook, as who else will make him his food?
- Bottle Collector; For some reason, he collects bottles. Glass only.
- Counting Time; Not only is it a hobby, but it keeps him sane.
Talents:
- Acrobatics; He’s naturally good at them, and he’s highly flexible.
- Singing; Though he doesn’t do it often, he can sing pretty well and it comes naturally to him.
- Cooking; He’s grown rather good and fond of the act.
Fears:
- Strangers; For some reason, he’s not just shy, but he’s downright afraid of new people. But the longer he spends time around them, the more comfortable he becomes.
- Meeting other people; He’s been alone for so long, he’s forgotten what it’s like to have the quiet company of another human being, even though he’s very lonely, he dreads having to meet someone, if they’re out there.
- The Dark; I wanted to throw something basic in there.
Conditions-
Mental)
Physical) Vitiligo; It is a chronic autoimmune disorder that causes patches of skin to lose pigment or color.
Background: Ean grew up with a normal family. A prissy younger sister and two loving and doting parents. There’s not much to say here except he had a pretty normal life leading up to the vanishing. He had above average grade in school, got a scholarship into a nice collage, though he didn’t know what exactly he’d study, his scholarship was for music. As he was a quiet kid, he did have to face bullies, but his accepting nature would usually put them off and they’d leave him alone.
He grew up like this and had just gotten settled into collage, still living with his parents and trying to find an apartment to live in, preferring not to have a dorm. When he woke up and everyone was gone. He freaked out and spent the next few days confused, thinking he was having a bad dream. Though he eventually accepted it, and went on with life with his dog. Well, what life could be waking up, running his dog, feeding himself, going home, watching a little TV, walk his dog, eat lunch, go out to get stuff, run again, then eat and sleep and do it all over again. This became his normal until he got tired of canned food and started teaching himself to cook. He did this and then started singing as well, enjoying the way he filled the silence.
Other: His dog’s name is Bojaq.

Kirean was singing softly to himself as he jogged to the store with his dog, Bojaq. More like warehouse, he supposed. Though he grew almost everything he needed in his backward, which was ow just one big garden, there were still things he needed to get from the ‘warehouse’. He pauses outside, looking down at Bojaq, as there were no other people, and Bojaq was well trained, he never put him on the leash anymore.

He breathed evenly, watching as Bojaq took care of his business. He bites his lip slightly, just because there were no people, didn’t mean there were no animals. Ean had slowly watched as the outside vegetation had slowly taken over the outer edges of Abilene, and with the bushes, new trees and vines came the animals. He wouldn’t be suprised to find some critter running over his foot.

Abilene Was close enough to the country side that it could range from a coyote to a snack, though the coyotes never came this far, snakes though. . . “Bojaq!” He whistled softly, “Come here boy.” His German shepherd looked up and trotted to his side. He pet his dog and kept running, reaching the ‘warehouse’ and looking in through the dirty and cracked glass doors.