~A Lone Survivor~
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Thread Topic: ~A Lone Survivor~
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Rules:
1.) No one liners. Minimum for this RP will be three sentences. I want to write a story based off of this.
2.) Don't god mod your character.
3.) This RP will contain mature content. (Apprpriate for this site, but mature)
Plot:
C1 has lived alone for many years in the mountains of a country with no name. They have learned to hunt, fight and do things by their own rule book. One day C2 get a banished from their village, not far from the mountain, and they embark on a journey to find this mysterious person on the mountains. When They find this person that lives on the mountain, they find their fate is more intricate then they thought.
I call C1.
Name: Azazeal
Nickname: N/A
Age: 39
Eye Color: Light blue with green flecks near the center
Hair Color/Style: His hair is a dark brown color and it's very tangled so it looks like it comes to his shoulders.
Clothing/Appearance: He is very well built an muscular. He wears a cloth pair of pants that is kept up with a black, green and yellow belt.
Personality: He likes to keep to himself, but he will talk to you if he seems the conversation worthy.
Other: He carries a walking stick that can double as a very blunt weapon. -
Interesting may I join?
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Sure, just make your character and I'll start! ^~^
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Name:Zomarie Atashie
Nickname:Marie
Age:32
Eye color:A shade of grey in the dark and blue at night.
Hair color:Her hair is black and cut short,Cleopatra style.She has a small braid on the side.
Clothing/appearance:Zomarie has a beige skirt and a white loose top aswell as blue slippers.
Peesonality:Bold and independent althought she falls in love easily.
Other:She is a very skilled with the bow and arrow aswell as her a sword.Her sword is a hook and she has arrows strapped to her back with a bow. -
Azazeal sat at the mouth of a cave. He felt something internal tugging him here. He looked down the side of the mountain and smiled. It had been ages since he left his village to come learn the way of nature and the seasons. He felt a deeper connection to the earth, and somehow that feeling brought him here. He looked around and noticed that he couldn't hear any birds chirping, but even though that was strange he thought nothing of it. He could still hear the soft thumps of a deer hopping over a dead log, so meant everything was in order. "What is he mission for today?" he spoke to the wind and it rustled in his ear. It was telling him to wait, and he obeyed.
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Zomarie yelled in pain as the chains split in half.A man with white hair stood tall and bent down to take a rock.Other men joined him and in minutes they sent her out of the village borders.Zomarie was bleeding as she knelt down to the nearest rock,trying to break free of the chains still around her wrists.She sobbed.She was imprisoned and almost hung for practicing the ways of magic.And now she had nothing to do but to run.Run away from the problems that would keep her from doing what she believed just because everyone else thought that her beliefs were wrong.
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Azazeal looked around and felt a change in atmosphere. It was significant, but he didn't know why, or how. "Lead the way. Draw them toward me." he said, speaking to the wind. He believed in magic, but he himself didn't have any gifts. He only felt impulses, and usually those impulses were correct. He just hoped that if there was some sort of magic out here, the thing that was causing the disruption would be led here. As he waited, he drew elongated runic characters in the sand. It was a language that was lost long ago, only known by a select few. Half of those people were probably dead by now, since he was taught as a young boy, before he came to this vast wilderness.
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Zomarie felt a change in the wind.She stood and let the wind take her where it needed.Somewhere new perhaps?A place where curiosity and passion was forbidden and where every dreamer could make those dreams come true?Perhaps she was getting her hopes up.At the moment she was still Zomarie Atashie.The girl with bleeding wrists. -
(It's okay)
Azazeal sat on the mountain, in front of the cave for what seemed like ages. He was thinking back to when he actually stayed in the village. He remembered just like it was yesterday, but he also remembered the things they did to his father and mother. The villagers never did appreciate how his father had a knack for building things, or that his mother was in tune with nature. They ran them out of the village on more than one occasion, but they always came back. He did recall there was one time they even burned down their house, but they didn't mind. They just built a new one and continued living there. The only thing that Azazeal hated, was the way they treated him. His parents forced their hatred for the villagers on his shoulders, and when he went outside to try to communicate with the 'outside world', he was shunned there too. That was when he decided to leave. It wasn't worth it here.
He remembered telling his parents that he loved them, and that he was going to make his own destiny, and hope that he was right in doing so. That day forever changed him. Somewhere deep down inside, he knew his parents were gone, but he also believed on another plane of existence, his parents were watching over him somehow. Azazeal smiled, and opened his eyes. Before he knew it, there was a girl, not much younger than he was, standing before him. "Ah, so you're the one nature has sent to me." he said, standing up with a crooked smiled on his face. "What happened to you?" he said, motioning his stick toward her wrists. He face showed concern, but he was hesitant to walk toward her. -
Zomarie backed away her wrists and studied him carefully .She winced in paine but stood her grounds,carefully backing away.She didn't speak.She just studied him ,deep in thought although she was scared,her expression still seemed brave ,as she held her chin up not wanting to show how much pain she was really in.
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Azazeal looked at her. He could tell she was scared, but he said nothing. "I take it the wind led you here, did it not?" he said, looking upward and at one of the clouds that was drifting endlessly. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but you know I am right. I can sense it in your eyes. The way you look gives you away." he said, holding his staff closer to his side. "You were brought here for a reason. You have very special future." He sighed slightly, as if the world was on his shoulders. "And this future may have you make decisions you don't want to, but it is your destiny."
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