Inter Somnium {Stavvy and Thor. collab} (OOC, Interest Check and Sign ups)

[Stavvy]

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http://forums.khinsider.com/origina...thor-collab-always-accepting.html#post5348313

((After years of silence and whatnot, I've decided to try KHI's RP section again))

The world lies in chaos, everyone knows this. It’s been this way for a few months now with no news of, well, any sort at all. The media was taken down completely practically as soon as America’s government fell. Soon the rest followed; Japan, China, Australia, Brazil, Canada, The United Kingdom. One by one every single government was wiped out, unable to control the people they reigned and unable to stop the virus they had created.

In 2063, scientists thought that they had made a breaking discovery in medicine. They thought that they had found a miraculous “cure-all”, a drug that could cure Cancer, Aids and even something as mundane as the common cold. The drug was called Citacelophrotine, Cita for short. What the scientists didn’t expect was for the virus to multiply within a subject and quickly kill them.

Seven years later, the virus has now decimated 3/5ths of the population of most countries and is still at large. Quarantines are in effects worldwide, which some seem to follow while most ignore. The same scientists now say that they can fix their mistake, but they need the common person’s support. That’s where there is a general rift in factions, those who support the research and those who think that they can’t trust those who caused this entire mess to begin with. Cita still runs rampant, but the dangers of infection seem to have lessened. That isn’t to say that the virus is gone, but moreso that it has simply receded somewhere and will simply return every so often.

The two groups have started radicalizing, it started with just rallies and protests; now both openly fight with weapons fashioned from whatever they could find, be that a large metal rod or a assortment of military weaponry, and are on the brink of a fully fledged war. Makeshift schools have started popping back up around the world, mostly where a group has a strong hold on the area. Crime still is quite prevalent practically everywhere; looting, human trafficking, murders, anything a person could ever want to do.

The world finally seems to be starting to get back on track, but something sinister lies deeper.

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Name:
Age: (can pretty much be anything over 16, inclusive)
Appearance: (go overboard with the “Back to the Future” clothing”)
Bio: (Just a short description, really you don’t need much)

Also, feel free to add on whatever else you'd like, this is just what's required.

Actual RP Here (incase you didn't see it up top) : http://forums.khinsider.com/origina...thor-collab-always-accepting.html#post5348313

 

[Thor.]

Re: Inter Somnium {Stavvy and Thor. collab}

Name: James Rydell

Age: 24

Appearance: James wears the remains of a very expensive suit and a long tattered coat, tan and nondescript except for the many pockets lining the inside and outside. Some of the pockets are part of the coat other seem sewn on. His hair is a curly matted mess that looks like it is only cut when it gets in the way, and then inexpertly. James has a large frame though he is thin from years of survival. He wears an old pistol in a shoulder harness, though he hasn't got any ammo, and he has a pair of eye glasses that are smudged and slightly cracked. His face and hands are dirty, grime encrusted deep down into his skin.

Bio: James Rydell considers himself a survivor. James does not count himself a good man or a brave man or a handsome man. He takes no pride in any aspect of his life other than the ability to continue living it. Though he hides the scars of living, as so many do, in the broken streets and haunting shadows of what used to be New York behind a veneer of confidence, he has been touched deeply by the disease that destroyed civilization. He often comes off as callous and flippant, in part because of his desire to live and in part because of his need to squeeze any enjoyment out of life that he can find. James has done many things he is not proud of, and expects to go on to do many more. He often interacts with other survivors but never considers them as other people, he sees them only as sources of amusement and stores of vital goods.

 

[King Naruto]

I can't believe it. Thor and Stavvy are back into the rp business. I would join any rp that you guys join so, i'm in. Temp coming later.

 

[Urbane]

I had honestly thought that Stavvy was dead. Thank you for proving me wrong, man.

Looks interesting, might join.

 

[Shinra]

haven't seen you in some time Stavvy... I'll bite...

Name: Renn Gurski
Age: 18

Appearance: Renn stands at about 5'9, and has pale Peach colored skin, His face is realatively clear but he wears black bifocal glasses with attachable flaps for sunglasses use. he also wears a blue ball cap, which seems to color his eyes a sort of Terquoise color, although they're forest green, His shirt is a red cotton T-shirt with the arms cut off to keep cool but for the cold days he also wears a black Hooded jacket, and he switches between wearing Black jeans and Blue jean shorts. His shoes are black skater shoes.

Bio: Renn's the last of his Family... His Father and Mother were of weak physical health and Died shortly after they gave birth To Renn's younger sister Keirana, She was Sickly too, But Renn promised to try to make her healthy no matter the cost, he thrust himself into caring for himself and his sister since age 7, Renn had no problems with infection at all... probably the only one to resist all modern infection. When he found out about Cita, he saw this as a chance to heal his Sister, He worked his Arse off to get enough money to pay the prescription, and he suceeded, but the infection came and it killed her... Soon enough, He kept working, and now he works as a musician at many rallies across the planet with a band he formed called Iron Resistance, He's the guitarist and lead singer, mostly covering old songs from before to around the year 2010.

 

[AxelYoYo]

[COLOR="105"]Name: Alicia Mornosin

Age:21

Appearance: She wears a black and white jersey that she found in the remains of a what used to be a shoe store and is tied in the back to fit her. She also wears black pants torn at the knees and old gray sneakers that she stole from some old guy's house. Her long black hair is usually held back by a white shoelace and her eyes are a dark blue color. Alicia also has a black Jansport backpack that has a light blue GAP sweater inside and an ipod that hasn't been used in a while. Alicia uses a sniper attached to the belt loop on her waist with only three boxes of ammo on her backpack.

Personality: Alicia is dead honest and will tell you what she thinks. Most of the time, it's a nice compliment, while other times it's like she's some pissed of critic. She's quick at figuring out things, but quite slow at anything that has do with mechanics or math. She cares a lot about others, but isn't very careful about herself. She's willing to take the damage for anybody and no one has ever seen Alicia cry, no matter what the sitaution. To sum it up, she's a pretty hard-headed lady.

Bio: Alicia has lost everything dear to her: Her parents, her brother, her fiance', and even her once-good life since Cita came around. She refuses to help out the scientists that want to help restore the world back to it's former glory, but deep inside, Alicia knows it can not be done. She travels alone most of the time, taking refugee at some places along her never-ending journey. She's killed about three people with her sniper and hopes that she doesn't HAVE to kill any more-unless it's completly necassary. Alicia hopes that maybe, just maybe, she'll find someone of her family. [/COLOR]

 

[Lone]

Seems an interesting story line, i'm usaully more for fantasy RPs but this looks like it will be good. I will get a temp up soon.

 

[Stavvy]

Oh, it's going to be more than what it seems, but I don't want to give too much away.

And I haven't been dead, my RPing has been, sadly. I've stayed mostly around GVG, and I've been somewhat active.

 

[Lone]

Name: Gilbert Gray (likes people to call him Gil)

Age: 52

Appearance: Gilbert is a tall and slim person. Gilbert has slightly long silver gray hair that sits at his shoulders. He has purple eyes, a rare thing to see in these times, most of the time people don‘t noticed for he wears a pair of glasses. Gilbert usually wears a white long sleeve button up shirt with a pair of black pants. Over that he wears a long brown trench coat that reaches his ankles. Most of the time he keeps the coat closed. He wears an old pair of New Balance sneakers. Strapped to his back is a machete that he uses in only dire situations. Also strapped to his waist he has a survival knife.

Personality: Gilbert is a hard man, he doesn’t show any emotion other than anger. Although he is hard on the outside on the inside he is always sad. When he is not around other people he is usually thinking about his life before and sometimes he even cries. He is cautious around other people never showing fear but always keeping a watchful eye on those he doesn’t trust. Gilbert sometimes talks to himself.

Bio: Gilbert was a kindly man in his youth. He had a wife and a son. He worked in a school as a history teacher. One day his wife and son where out getting food when a group of muggers tried to steal what they had. His son stood up to them and ended up getting stabbed a few times in the stomach. His mother out of grief killed herself a few days later by slighting her throat. Since then Gilbert has been on his own. That incident was 16 years ago and Gilbert has slowly watched as the world has deteriorated. Now a days he walks across the world from place to place, city to city, looking for somewhere he can settle down. So far he has been unsuccessful. Gilbert is indecisive when it comes to the scientists and their plan. He can’t decided if he wants to join the cause and fix things or if he wants to be on the side that will try to bring them down.

 

[Aliahya]

Name: Lillian Ricks


Age: 20


Appearance: Lillian wears leather pants she wears firmly suggersts she doesn’t care much for other’s. Normally found with gloves on her hand and her hair tied in a thick black pony tail. Lillian wears large style boots, that are juxtaposed against her elegant, thin body. Moving down her slim neck is a medium set of chest, that are inducing with the tank top she has worn often. It is ripped acorss the stomach, revealing a pierced belly button that has a safety pin. Her jacket that she never leaves without is a black leather one, that resembles an old biker one as an insignia of an old biker gang is on the back. Her weaponry is a set of quick to acess hand gun, that she carries on a belt around her waist.

Bio: Lillian was born into a fairly well of family, her father was a scientist on Cita and due to the popularity of the Drug, her family was extremely powerful. Yet as things began to turn pear shaped, Lillian was the only on in her suburban family that saw the damage it was causing, through the sheer ignorance of the family, she left. It has been a year since she has seen her family. And she is unsure wheather they are alive or not, she loved her family, yet hated how they were typically ignorant. Lillian hates the drug for the results and for the impact it made on her families life. Currently Lillian is searching for what is left of her family, yet at this point hopes are looking dismal for life.

 

[Mistearea]

...What is this?! Epic Month?! First we get Jezza and Solar on Shades of Blue, and now the return of Stavvy!

 

[Stavvy]

Shades of Blue seemed neat, but I didn't read a lot of it. Also, Alaihya, could you change your font color to a normal one? It's hard to read on dark skins.

Should be getting my temp up tonight at some point, maybe even started.

Also, it's surprising that I'm remembered, much less celebrated. Thanks.

 

[Thor.]

I love all of you guys for joining our Rp. It's been so long.

 

[Stavvy]

RP is up (and in the first post)

http://forums.khinsider.com/origina...thor-collab-always-accepting.html#post5348313





Ehhhh, I guess this is fine for now. I may add more eventually.


Name: Catherin Yortell
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Age: 22
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Appearance: Catherin stands at about five feet, five inches. Her hair is of a light brown and falls well past her back, reaching to just below her waist. She keeps back tied with a strip of cloth ripped from the remains of the right leg of her dark jeans. Her complexion is slightly dark and shows of a vague Italian decent, her eyes a light blue which seems slightly off considering her skin and hair. Her cheekbones are slightly pronounced and her lips are fitting for her smaller build. Her chest is of a somewhat larger scale, her torso is garbed with a blank white t-shirt and a dark black vest as well as a black jacket that’s half zipped up.
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Bio: At the age of 16, Catherin’s life was well enough normal. Her family consisted of a mother, father, and brother who is two years older. Her house was of a larger scale as her parents were of an lower upper class. The news of the virus was hushed from the general public back then. Anyone who had heard of it made it off to be some distant war, something that was so far away that it needn’t be thought of. It was someone else’s problem, right? One by one, though, houses started to empty. The authorities would say that the family’s gone on vacation, if they’d say anything. Like that was believable after the third family went missing.

(I may explain more in the RP, if someone is inclined to ask)

Catherin felt no need to stay where there was nothing for her. Her hometown now seemed alien to her, a place where she was not wanted. She set out, just merely walking away. No path set in her future, no path to look behind and attempt to return.

 

[Mistearea]

Sorry for the late temp! Please forgive me! Also, if you don't like the idea just tell me and I will change the name, Yoyo.

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Name: Marik "TK" Mornosin

Age: 18

Appearance: TK essentially wears out the "survivor" visage with his outfit. For starters, layers is what is needed for warmth and he keeps that covered with a white t-shirt with long sleeved under another black t-shirt, this one with short sleeves. Over that he always wears a dark brown, practically black, jacket with both arms ripped off. Other than that he wears a pair of denim cargo pants with removable legs below the knees and littered with holes of various size. Through the holes one can make out a pair of navy blue gym shorts. For footwear he uses a pair of black steel-toed boots made out of leather with the name Brahma fading on the tongue. As if he was also trying to hide who he is he covers the lower portion of his face with a black fabric wrapped tightly around his face and sewed into the black t-shirt. His dark blue eyes are hidden behind a pair of black sun-glasses that seem to mold to his facial features while a black baseball cap with the white letters of TK are etched into the front. Very little of his hair can be seen while his cap is on, but one can tell that his hair is short with a black color. Should he remove his face-mask, one could see that he is rugged from a long time of hardships and fighting for his survival. However, he keeps his face hidden mostly to hide the single scar that runs from the left of his forehead to the right of his strong jaw, seeing as how not many find that a pleasing thing to look at. On his hands one can almost always see a pair of black leather gloves with the fingers cut off and a makeshift blade hanging from his side. One could swear that it once belonged to a lawnmower.

Bio: Many of the people in the world can say that they lost everything. For the most part Marik is the same as them, only he has lost more. To one such as him, he feels that those that manage to remember what life was like when they were younger are the lucky ones. He says this because aside from losing all of his family, he has even lost all memories. He has, however, managed to find a small trace of memories only to remember that he sustained a rather large injury to his head as his mother was dragging him off while he was calling out the name of some person that they got separated from. Should one ask what the name of the person was that he was calling to, or even who that person was, he could not tell them only that he cared for the person deeply.

 

[Katurian]

hey i'm totally interested but i'm swamped with school work right now. can i reserve this spot for a temp???

 

[Mistearea]

I was just wondering if I was accepted or not? My temp could be really easy to miss since it's the last post on the first page, I think.

 

[Stavvy]

Pretty much a a given, unless I say something, the template's ok. I'd probably message the person personally. So yeah, you're alright.

And guys, not to sound like a douche, but could you try not to post in colors other than the original, in the RP? I have some issues reading some of the posts, so it'd be appreciated.

 

[lionheart06]

Name: Maximilian "Max" Powers

Age: 22

Appearance: While not extraordinarily tall, Max is not a short man either. He stands at about 6'1 and has kept in surprisingly good shape given the world's current condition. Max's brown skin bears several marks, cuts mainly, the most distinct would be the gunshot wound under his collarbone. What were once warm, brown eyes have been hardened from years of having to survive. They, however, are covered by a pair of black sunglasses. His black hair is cut short and is covered by a rolled up beanie, well it's really a balaclava, very useful when it's cold out. Over his red t-shirt is a camouflage shirt, buttoned up to the last two buttons. This is covered by his gray M-65 jacket with plenty of pockets. Below are a pair on very well worn in jeans. His shoes are from a time long past. They were from a signature line of a basketball player that his grandfather once told him about as a boy. He believes his name was Jordan or something like that. They are mostly black except for the white and gray midsole, followed by a red outsole. He actually prefers them to boots, they're much lighter, easier to run in. On his back is an aged leather backpack carrying various supplies. Between the bag and his back is his machete. The blade measures about a foot and a half, aside from the very edges. The blade is black with a smooth cutting edge on one side, and a serrated edge on the back.

Bio: Perhaps the worst aspect of Max's past is that his own mother was integral in causing most of this mess in the first place. His mom had worked for the FDA and was on the committee that had approved Cita in the first place. It wasn't as though she was a terrible person, she did however make a terrible decision and boy was it a costly one. Due to Cita, Max had lost his father, once a high ranking officer in the military. He had developed a cancerous brain tumor, which he was told by his doctor, as well as his wife, that Cita could cure. Unfortunately it did anything but, not only did his body waste away in just a matter of weeks, so did both his sanity and memory. It was a saddening sight. It only worsened after that. As time passed and conditions of the world deteriorated. His mother's guilt had greatly increased from the results of that one decision. That same decision is what led her to choosing to redecorate her bedroom with her brains . This had left poor 15 year old Max alone, grief stricken and traumatized. The only marginally good thing that came from all this was the trust fund left to him, but even that worthless once America's financial system collapsed. He tried to stay as long as he could at that house, but the images of his passing parents were burned into his psyche. It was too much for him. So, he packed up and left that house in flames. He has been living as best he could from day to day since then.

 

[Stavvy]

Sorry about the slight absence. Been on break which is oddly more busy than my normal college doings.