forum meat, and bone, and blood // oxo // closed // romance rp

Started September 23, 2021 by @michael_rainer_eats_uranium group

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I am a whore for apocalypse stuff, so here we go.
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This is The Future Without Us.

Most humans are dead by now. The Government figured it was time for a reboot. Every nuclear warhead in The Government’s arsenal was launched on April 16th, 2165. All of Earth was turned into a barren wasteland within hours.

Logically, most humans weren’t able to survive. The inescapable radiation, shortage of food and lack of clean water quickly killed off any that managed to survive the initial explosions.

The year is 2278. The memories of the New End have faded from most minds. Most intelligent creatures look like the nightmares of the 2000s. Some horribly mutated from animals, some are mangled humanoids, and some look like nothing a human could have ever imagined. There is no ‘normal’ anymore. Civilizations have risen from the ash, some repairing and modifying old ruins, others started from scratch. There is no full government, only the Council of Citizens and trade rules set by shop owners. The cities are governed by the Council of Citizens’ common sense. Without humans’ lust for power, the cities have remained, more or less, at peace.

But you do not live in any of the cities. You do not live in Citadel, or Atom, or Strohgn. You live in The Vast. The open, barren expanses between the cities. Shack towns aren’t uncommon, but many don’t have resources to spare. You live in the ruins of Annapolis, Maryland. You don’t wander like most do; this is your home.

Your home looks out over what used to be called the Chesapeake Bay. The water isn’t clean, of course, but the years have yielded many innovations in filtration technology. You have a small farm, sown from seeds purchased from traders wandering through the area. It’s lonely, but it’s peaceful.

Then, your peaceful life was turned on its head. Wandering traders come and go, but this one… this one is different.

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Please send a description of your character and a lil sample, I’ll send my character sheet in a little bit once I have time
My only rule on the characters are:

• no superpowers (you can have different strengths and weaknesses, but like no reality altering stuff-)

Name: Charlie. Got it from an old sign that said ‘Charlie’s Crab Shop’, near a place that he stayed when he was young.

Species: no one really knows. Just a Wacky Boy

Occupation: Wandering Trader. Always keeps his inventory of useful items stocked, and has a variety of weird knickknacks to offer.

Gender: Male. I will refrain from going into detail about his genitalia (unless requested, or needed for some reason-)

Sexuality: Isn’t quite sure. Hasn’t felt love before.

Age: 24

Family and Relationships: Never knew his parents, and grew up fairly independently. Has a weird cat thing that he brings with him on his travels. It has two tails and three eyes and it is adorable. His name is Scott.

Appearance: Dark grey skin with white splotches on his face and body, curly hair that falls about to his shoulders, usually tied back; black eyes with green irises, pointed ears, tall and lanky (about 7’6”). His tongue is more like a long, black tentacle.

Personality: Pretty quiet, but gets really passionate about things he likes. Very animated; shows a lot of his thoughts physically instead of verbally. He has a deep, level voice, but is self conscious about it. Has a collection of shiny things that he keeps in his pocket. They make cool noises when you jangle them together.

Strengths: Fast, agile, stealthy boi; also makes some great soup

Weaknesses: very sensitive, and has a pretty low pain tolerance. His skin is also very soft, so it’s easy for him to get cuts and scrapes.

History: Crawled outta an egg one day and just,,,, started vibin. Was taken in by a wandering trader until he was about 19, when the trader died from some sort of disease.

Name: Bustop (Yes, from bus stop)
Species: Human/Rabbit hybrid thing
Occupation: Vandal and criminal (he's fuckin feral)
Gender: None really, but male fits him best (He/Him)
Sexuality: Yes to all of them
Age: 22
Family and relationships: Scientists who tested on radioactive zygotes, making them hybrids and monsters. They died. Has had multiple partners throughout his life, all around the board. None has really stuck around. Has strong relationships with animals.
Appearance: Lavender skin and big red eyes (sclera and iris) . Four rabbit ears, one pair where his ears should be and another on top of his head, along with a dark purple short mullet. Plump pink lips, with slightly fanged teeth, and a sharp jawline and a small, sensitive nose. He has a lanky build (6'3) but strong legs and thighs. He jumps around a lot.
Personality: Very vibrant and bubbly, can't help himself when he commits crimes, very sporadic in his choices. Not a lot going on in his head, but he likes it that way. He enjoys company, to the point where he is incessantly clingy to those he's bonded with. Also very oblivious to personal space, and to embarassment ( he only wears trash clothes [including actual trashbags]). His voice is very sporadic as well, imitating accents and pitches he hears from all around.
Strengths: Hyperactive, jumping skills, and surprisingly strong fighter. Fur keeps him warm, but can also overheat him. SUPER superhearing and smell.
Weaknesses: Incompetent, oblivious to his surroundings, Hyperactive, a little near-sighted
History: Born from a mother (not really his mother) who was the scientist who created him, and both his parents were abusive when they did experiments and research on him. He ate their bodies when they died (he was 2 years old). Been a criminal and runaway since then. He's joined and left many not-so-nice groups. He currently travels alone though.

The crisp wind blew dust around Charlie’s feet as he walked through another ruined town. He needed to make a stop here; he was running low on supplies, and was hoping to pick up some trinkets from the rubble, if he was lucky. He started rummaging through a pile of shrapnel in a half-destroyed pharmacy, looking for any medication or first aid supplies that might’ve been overlooked.

Bustop heard a rummaging near him. He was sleeping under two giant slabs of stone from a demolished building. He was practically invisible there. Was somebody looking for him now? Maybe a gang? An old partner? what little law enforcement there was out in the Vast? Too early he thought. It was the small hours of the morning… or maybe it was afternoon already. He never knew. Either way, if somebody was looking for him, it probably wasn't a good thing. He got up and peeked his eyes and ears from behind the slabs. To his dismay, his movement made a loud scratching sound on the rubble beneath him. He froze in dismay as he looked at the… person..? That was rummaging through the debris.

Charlie heard a noise, and immediately froze, snapping his attention to the direction of the sound. He stayed completely still.