Is this a rp?

I thought my charie could be in charge, but you can put her wherever. And yes, this is an rp.

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Maybe a guy character? It could be a group of women, maybe? There could be character-developing scenes for the main character, when the leader orders her to leave a young (4-5) starving boy alone in the desert, the only reason being his gender. Maybe, say, the leader then remarks "Don't worry, (insert name here), the Karish will pick him up." Which could lead to the mystery. But anyway, if that doesn't happen, here is a male character for the group;

Name; Tarok (every body usually calls him 'Taro', or 'Tar') nobody knows his last name, as that is a sort of faux pas in the group. If you ever reveal your last name, it means you are too open with information.

Age; in his late sixties.

Appearance; salt-and-pepper hair shorn brutally short, strange eyes that are more white than grey, a face that is oddly rectangular; like, well, Frankenstein's, and a thin white scar that runs from his left ear to his chin. He also has big, puffy, sort of fishlike lips. 

Backround; He is the sixth oldest person in the group, which almost qualifies him to be an elder. He wandered into the camp long ago- he was not found. He was, say, in his early teens; thirteen or fourteen, and in a very bad condition. The cut on his cheek was fresh then, he was tired, dehydrated, exhibiting the early signs of the Deadly Fever (which was miraculously cured) and suffering from terrifying hallucinations. He was distant for more than three months after his strange appearance into the group,  and would not even speak for a long time. He has never revealed anything of his past to anyone- and nobody has dared ask.

Strengths; is an excellent fighter, despite, or perhaps because of is age. His main weapon is a metal cylander which unfolds into an electrified spear, though is is good with a club, dagger, sword, gun, etc. Despite his shady past, he has risen to be a good leader, though his power is not supreme. The people do not trust him absolutely.

Weaknesses; he is believed to be a mild sociopath, and does not seem to share normal human emotions, either that, or he hides them well. His main weaknesses are his lack of ability to understand the emotional reasons for other people's actions, the fact that he cannot seem to convice a single person to trust him wholly, and his lack of regret or despair for one and two.

Why don't we start? Let's go!!!

Okay, LN, I'm starting whether you like it or not! :-)

Aquila (Aqui is her nickname, BTW)~

I sprawl on the couch, my book propped up on a pile of pillows. It's our latest school book, History of Computing. For a school book, it's suprisingly interesting, not just propaganda like most of the stuff they give us. I'm reading ahead. 

My sister Ciara comes in. "'Lo, Aqui, what're you reading?" She drops her backpack on the rug and plunks down on the couch next to me.

"Book for school," I tell her. I stick my passcard in the book like a bookmark, close the book, and pass the book to her. 

"History of Computing? I read that a few years ago too. Well, what do you think?" CiCi taps my passcard bookmark as she passes the book back to me. "You know, you shouldn't keep your passcard just lying around. If you forget it, you know you can't go anywhere or access any of your school files."

"I know," I say, opening the book, memorizing the page number, and tucking my passcard into the pocket of my jeans. "You're turning into Mom, CiCi! 'Don't forget your passcard! It is your key to everything! Replacing a passcard can take months! Make sure you put away your passcard!'"

Ciara tilts her head at me. "It is important, though, Aquila. You know that you and all of us will get into trouble if you lose your passcard. It connects you to your school identity files, homework, grades, your allowance commerce account for your lunch..."

"Okay, okay, got it, I won't use it as a bookmark!" I change the subject. "I do like History of Computing," I tell her. "It's cool to learn how this whole system of using the Computer to store all my information on just my passcard all got started. Can you imagine, in the 21st century, they had separate cards for identification, school system login, and commerce accounts?" 

Hemla-

I jump left. I am practicing my fighting but not because I want to. Mist has told everyone to improve their fighting skills because every day we are getting closer to the border of the desert. I take a break and retire to a nearby sand dune to read. I am the only rebel who reads, and the others often shun me for it. After I read a few pages I hear a shout from the main camp. "We are under attack. Grab your weapons abnd join the defense circle," Bennsa shouted. I dropped my book into my bag and headed towards camp. These attacks came often and I was in no hurry to join the fight. I got to the defense circle just in time; one minute more and I would have missed it. A few minutes later the first of the soldiers comes over the dune. Soldiers! They never came to the desert except to guard the people who wanted to go through the desert not around it. There were five of them and they heard a little girl of about eight years between them. They didn't see us as most of the travalers do until it's too late. When they were on top of the dune the captain said, "Let's just leave her here. She has caused enough trouble already." The four solders dropped her. She lay where they left her and didn't move a bit. They left and when they were two sand dunes away I ran over to where the girl was lying. When I lifted her up I saw her face was red from crying. She glared at me. Just then I heard someone from camp calling. "Come on," I said and went to camp. She followed me at a a slow pace. After she had been fed I took her to where I left my book bag. After we had gotten on friendly terms she told me how she came to the desert.  "My name is Amada," she said, "and I was orphaned last summer. When my mother died I ran away from home because I didn't want to go to the desert. I became a thief and I was stealing some food when they caught me and sent me to live in the desert. I never wanted to live in the desert. I didn't even know that people lived in the desert. Can I see your passcard? I bet it's special."  I smiled and said, "We don't have a passcard."

So I guess maybe I'll write a little from Aquila and a little from Ciara. BTW, it's Ciara, not Clara. In case you get confused. *coughcoughLNcoughcough*