~Escape~
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Thread Topic: ~Escape~
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So, we are going to the plot we talked about. There isn't a limiton how many characters you can make, so mmake as many as you want. The unknown character doesn't have to have a character sheet.
Name: Misty Crawford
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Unknown
Nationality: Russian
Appearence: She is not to big, but not to skinny. She works out but it doesn't show
Clothes: She wears a clue tight fitting shirt with skinny jeans. She will more than likely have golden heels.
Personality: She can be stuck up and rude, but if you get to know her she can be exceptionally nice.
Likes: Sunshine, Shopping, Going out with friends
Dislikes: People who ignore her
Skills: Despite how she acts, she knows seven different languages and can fight really well
Fears: Being in enclosed spaces
Desires: She wants to be a fashion model, or a photographer
Weaknesses: Anyone that has an illness. Her mother died from cancer, so she has a heart for people that are sick.
Other: N/A
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Name: Andrew Singer
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Nationality: Italian
Appearence: He is very well built for a gaming enthusiast. He is insecure about his looks though
Clothes: He will usually wear a grey or black hoodie that had a pixelated design on it with loose fitted blue jeans and black Converses
Personality: He is actually surprisingly shy
Likes: Games, Making pixel art, going on runs
Dislikes: People who make fun of others
Skills: Being a gamer, his reaction and reflection skills are on point
Fears: He hates spiders and any other small bugs. He also doesn't like being alone
Desires: He wants to work for a big company like XBox or Playstation
Weaknesses: Develops in Soap
Other: N/A -
Name: Oliver Green
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: ???
Appearance: He has tanned skin with a messy head of deep brown hair. He has green eyes and a few freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose. He wears black framed, somewhat thick glasses. He is slender and is of a relatively small stature, coming in at 5"2' and 115 pounds.
Clothes: Likes to wear striped shirts or sweaters paired with jean or sweatpant joggers. Typically wears Vans.
Personality: Quiet however very nice, agile, calculated, meticulous, scared of a lot of s---
Likes: Movies, reading, science, math, animals, rain
Dislikes: legit anything scary
Skills: Very, very smart, trilingual (english, spanish, french), nimble & quick
Fears: bruh literally so much
Desires: To become a leading scientist, create scientific journals and books
Weaknesses: His fearfulness
I think I'm just gonna stick with that -
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Name: Donovan Ricos
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Ssxuality: Straight as heck boi (or MA Y B E NOT????)
Appearance: About 5'10" and somewhat lanky. He has dark brown eyes, an olive skin tone, and black hair. There is a blonde streak in the front where he dyed it.
Clothes: Wears a green button down, tan pants, and white adidas sneakers
Personality: He is a motherf---in stoner, pothead, weed breed, whatever you call em. Very laidback, hard to get to. Always seems to have a plan. Super cool guy.
Likes: horror movies, boxing, smoking, reality tv
Dislikes: a--holes even tho he sometimes is one
Skills: knows some skills pertaining to....theft....and such
Fears: who knows bruh he fearless
Desires: to run and own booming marijuana shop in Amsterdam
Weaknesses: ???? What are those -
The throbbing in his head was almost unbearable. A certain nauseousness churned in the pit of his stomach, threatening to explode any moment. His hands instinctively reached for his abdomen, kneading the area soothingly. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his eyebrows worriedly furrowed. A small groan crawled out of the back of his throat, echoing slightly in the room. It was then that he carefully peeled his eyelids back.
To his surprise, it was fairly dark, the only light coming from two small windows fixated within the ceiling. He rubbed his eyes, and as he did so, a warm, liquid texture captured his attention. He hurriedly examined his hand, shuddering red streaks greeted him.
It was blurry, wasn't it? Awfully blurry. His glasses-- where were his glasses? The hands were like a separate entity, crawling around the ground until they hit something. They grabbed for this something. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were his spectacles. Throwing them onto his face, the world around him was restored. He sat in a relatively small room, the walls around him built from ominous grey brick. Certains stains and patterns of a deep brown color disconcerted him, his mind wandering as he dreamt of the many things that had happened to whomever else had been forced into this very room. He swallowed, his eyes brimming over with tears. Shaking gently, he turned his head.
Another boy lay next to him, much bigger than himself. A blonde streak within the male's hair caught his eye. He continued to peer on, wondering if he was alive. He reached out to the boy, resting two fingers onto his neck. He breathed harshly when a pulse pounded against them. He muttered thankfully, searching around once more. Two other figures rested agaimst the opposite wall, but he was unable to make out their features.
"Hello?" he said, hoping his small voice would be heard. -
The sound of sirens exploded around him. Everything was fuzzy and out of focus, but his eyes quickly adjusted to the surrounding. He observed the trees that were around him. They were lush and alive. You could snell the scent of pine needles. On the ground below him were dead leaves and brown pine needles from the years before. The sirens were closer and closer. He put both hands up to his ears, but as he did so, he realized they were covered with a sticky substance. He lowered his hands and looked at them, his eyes opening wide in shock. The substance on his hands was blood. He felt bile rise up in his throat. "No...no way." he said, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. "I would never do anything to harm anyone." His eyes fluttered wildly. He felt like he was going to faint, but he didn't. He knew that if he didn't get out of here and fast, he was going to he screwed.
He looked around and darted toward an opening in the trees. he didn't see any police cars, or anyone else for that matter. He looked down at his clothes and realized they were ripped in many places. He shook his head, taking off his hoodie and running to the back of a nearby store. He had to find a dumpster he could ditch his clothes in, then head home. Maybe this was all a nightmare that he could just wake up from.
He jolted upright looking around at his surroundings. This was a dream that haunted him almost every night, and he hated it. The thing is, he couldn't remember if it was true or false. That was something that he hated. If it was true, why did he do it? He saw another person sitting near him and thought he heard him say hello. "Um, do you know where we are?" he said, fear etched into his voice as he rubbed the back of his head. -
As the figure opposite to him responded, he began to realize just how terrified he was. The assailant, whoever that might have been, had managed to capture him which, in his eyes, was an easy task. But not only had he been successful in kidnapping himself, but he'd gotten three other individuals, all of whom were bigger and most likely stronger than he was. His mind ran rampant with the array of possibilities that could be connected to the atrackers. Were they terrorists looking for their next sacrifice? Were they a single sociopath acting on the lust for blood? Were they an otherwise innocent man on a psychotic break? Who were they?
"I have no clue," he finally said. "Some kind if baseme-..." His voice trailed off as he noticed the boy next to him shuffling around on the cold, concrete ground. His heart pumped even faster when he noticed blood slowly trickling down the other's face. The tiny male leaned closer, examining the facial features. A heavy breath escaped his lips when he saw that the blood was originating from a deep gash in the boy's cheek. He pushed the end of his long sleeve against the wound, pressing a bit so as to try and help stop the flow of scarlet red.
"What's your name? he whispered, sniffling. "I'm Oliver." A few tears slid down his cheeks, dripping to the floor. -
He looked at Oliver dazed for a moment. He hadn't fully realized he was here with others. "M-my name is Andrew." he said, wondering what he was doing here. Had his past finally caught up with him? All the days where he would come home late worrying his mother. He looked down at the floor and wrapped his arms around his knees. He didn't want to cry in front of a few strangers, but he felt all alone. He rubbed his eyes slightly, getting rid of any tears that were already starting to.form. "How long h-have you been awake?" he asked, his stammering tone not fitting his physical features. The stammering made him look weak, and he didn't like it, but as with everything else, it was a part of human nature.
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Misty woke up, her hair plaster all around the front of her face. She was propped up against a wall, her arms awkwardly behind her. She moved slightly and groaned. Her head was killing her. It felt as if she had been hit over the head with a blunt object. She moved her hands from behind.her and gritted her teeth together as she brought them in front of her. There were scratch marks all up and down her forearm. That's when it hit her. -
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