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Ship-wrecked RP! Please
Ship-wrecked RP! Please keep all charries human and non-magical. The plot: We are all ship-wrecked on a tropical island. Survival is essential. There are no character limits, but when I start, no more charries please. You may have up to two charries. Please also include a bag of supplies in your character form.
A little background: All of us are aboard the ship Raven. A storm has set in and we are running low on food with little water. The storm has raged for eight days. Now land has been sighted, and we have been wrecked on the rocks. We will start the story in the water; swimming.
My character:
Name: Jeremy Lee Roffhan
Age:14
Personality: Slightly bold, outgoing, and stubbourn. Is also very caring, and protective. Has a good sense of humor.
Appearance: Tall with long legs. Thick dark brown hair, warm brown eyes, jeans, a blue/purple t-shirt, and dirty sneakers.
Other: Is a good swimmer, and enjoys climbing trees. Deathly afraid of snakes.
Supplies: Rope, Canteen of water, a pocket knife, and a jacket.
Have fun, and please, no being mean to other CBers.
submitted by Queen Elizabeth, age 10, SC
(June 9, 2015 - 11:46 am)
(June 9, 2015 - 11:46 am)
Save me a spot!!! Please :3
Sicily says rubb
(June 9, 2015 - 12:59 pm)
Joining! I will make a character when I can get the time to focus :)
(June 9, 2015 - 2:07 pm)
Scratch that last post :3
Name: Thomas Tracer
Age: 15
Personality: Loving and kind. He sometimes gets really angry and its quite scary. Other than that hes kinda an average joe. He is first to offer to help someone.
Appearance: Tall, as in six foot. He has wild, sandy-colored hair that gives him a fun look. He has a wide smile that everyone finds him trustworthy. He has big, brown eyes. He is also strong, and looks such. There are freckles dotting his nose.
Other: He hates cows. He loves climbing trees and is the best at it. He can easily learn pretty much anything.
Supplies: Water proof matches, a large hunting knife, rope, zipties, and a water bottle.
Name: Angela Diamond
Age: 13
Personality: Smart, bright. She is a loving person, but doesn't show it. She tries to seclude herself from the others. She tries to hide how she really feels, because of reasons. She is really a kind, very intelligent person, but she acts like a brat.
Appearance: Long, RED hair, as in dark red. She has dark freckles dotting her small pointed nose. She has large, blue eyes, but one is almost always hidden behind her bangs. She is tall, about 5:6 and has naturally rosy cheeks. She has a soft face, which is hardened by her frown. When she smiles and laughs, the whole world can't help but smile, at least it seems that way.
other: she loves any kind of animal and willgo out of her way to keep it from harm. Except bugs. She hates bugs. Except for spiders and dragonflys, those she loves. She kinda has a crush on Jeremy but she would'nt tell for the world.
Supplies: She has about five hair ties around her wrist, and more attached to her belt. She has a hair band too, Though she never uses it. She has a soft cloth for whatever reason, and she has twine and beads. She also has a bit of wire.
there we go!!
(June 9, 2015 - 1:41 pm)
Name: Maya Pizzarelli
Age: 12
Personality: She's quiet, and shy, and doesn't really like being in a big group of people. She often slips away, but after a while people realize that she always shows up. She's very intelligent and studies a lot in her down time. She's also very alert.
Appearance: She's slightly small for her age, about 4'9" or so, with long brown hair and brown eyes that are constanly moving about. She's much stronger than she looks.
Other: She peaks a variety of languages besides English- Italian, Spanish, French, and a bit of Latin.
Supplies: Shipwrecked: The essential guide (a book), Latin (a book), a flannel blanket, and a pair of sissors.
(June 9, 2015 - 2:26 pm)
Name: Lisa Dudley
Age: 14
Personality: Out going, is a loyal friend. Stands up fro another person, and tries to stop fights;even when she's told to stay out of it. Naieve.
Appearance: Dirty blonde hair, green eyes. Normal height for her age. Jeans, and a blue and orange flannel shirt. With only one tennis shoe, (the other got swept away.)
Other: Can't swim, and hates water. Hates it when people fight, and is uncomfortable with animals.
Supplies: Life jacket, pot, can opener, and some canned food items.
Hey I won't be here from Weds, to Sat this week. Is that okay?
(June 9, 2015 - 4:25 pm)
That's perfectly fine!
(June 10, 2015 - 3:55 pm)
I don't make enough boy charries. Here, have a boy charrie!
Name: Christopher Orindine
Age: 13.5. No, he is not 13, he is 13.5! And he won't let you forget it!
Personality: Shy, quiet, and slightly dark. When he gets upset, he gets even quieter and isolates himself, but REFUSES to ever cry.
Appearnce: Pale blonde hair and piercing gray eyes. Frowns a lot and often has his arms folded.
Other: He was very close to her mother, vut his mother has not yet been found. He expects the worse.
Supplies: Swiss army knife and an old leather covered book from his mother, titled Of the Mismatched Explorations of Theodore Emerson, which he's very protective of.
(June 9, 2015 - 6:02 pm)
Name: Maddy Ann Phillips
Age: 14
Personality: Dreamy, big imagination, always has hope. Very protective of others. Isn't very serious, takes things literally, and always makes sure the job is done. Doesn't plan out, and believes in good endings. Never is depressed.
Appearance: Long curly blond hair, pale blue eyes. Short, blue tanktop and shorts. Barefoot.
Other: Loves climbing trees and seeing the outside world. A explorer. If she starts crying and breaking down, it usually means that there is no hope and she can't make anything better. Hates the water. REALLY REALLY loves building.
Supplies: A journal to write in, Some ropes, A small shard of glass, a rather large piece of bread, and a plastic bottle full of water.
(June 9, 2015 - 6:14 pm)
Name: Ashley Roshe
Age: 19
Personality: Quiet, holds herself a bit aloft, calm. Serious, rational. Calculating. Impersonal. But mostly just quiet.
Appearance: Big, dark eyes, long black hair that is oily and tangled. Pale. Strong- suprisingly so.
Other: She's an assassin. She didn't want too be, but she was forced to become on, or they would kill her sister. She was to kill someone on the ship, but then it capsized. She despreatly wants to get back to the mainland so she can stop them from killing her sister.
Supplies: She's wearing a black sweatshirt, dark gray skinny jeans with a rip in one of the knees, and a black tank top. Hidden in her left shoe is a roll of money. She has three hair ties on her left wrist, and a belt. On the belt she has a gun, a swiss army knife, and a coded letter from the assassin corporation.
(June 10, 2015 - 8:22 am)
Hi Queen Elizabeth!! So excited about your first RP!!
Here is my charrie:
Name: Samuel Broster
Age: 12
Personality: Samuel is sweet and polite, but he is never above harmless teasing, and never too gentle for a fight.
Appearance: Dark brown hair that is usually in place, a few brown freckles across his nose and almost-clear blue eyes. When he smiles his eyes squint a little :)
Other: Samuel was on the ship with his whole family to visit his grandparents on a nearby island. But he has no idea if his family made it out okay. He thinks about them constantly.
Supplies: He finds a water barrel from the ship floating in the ocean, and has a soaking wet blanket that was around him when the ship sunk.
(June 10, 2015 - 9:51 am)
Okay, great! I think we have enough charries now. Thank you everyone for joining!
(June 10, 2015 - 3:57 pm)
Shall you begin?
(June 10, 2015 - 9:22 pm)
Jeremy Lee~
The water closes in over my head. I kick in a desparate attempt to keep my head above water. As my head pops out of the water, I gasp for a breath, flinging my wet hair out of my face. Another surging wave sweeps me under. I choke, as salt water fills my mouth. I glance around, recognizing some of the kids in the water. Samuel, Maya, Ashley.
(June 11, 2015 - 10:38 am)
Thomas~
I grab onto a large chest bobbing in th ocean. It's full of clothes that start to get wet so I empty it and it floats even better. I look around for survivors. There are some and I drag the chest over to them. They grab on and nod at me. I look around and see one last head, then it goes under with a scream.
I push of the chest and swim as fast as i can to the spot. Then I five under. The saltwater stings my eyes, making them water, but that doesn't help much. I see a blurred figure and swim down, against my body's will. My lungs start aching and i start spasming, my body trying to get air. I finally reach what I've identified to be a girl and grab her arm, then I swim up. My legs burn and don't want to function, but now, more than ever, they do. I kick up to the surface and pull the girls head up. She and I both cough rapidly. I put her arms around my neck and swim to the chest, the people there have added another smaller chest to it, held together by a peice of wet cloth. I throw the girl over it and she still coughs, but not as hard as at first.
Angel~
"Um..." I sputter, "We can't get anywhere on this doohickey. We have to swim."
The survivors, younger kids and one older teen, murmur as they realize im speaking the truth.
"And we don't have a motor for this crate, so we can't control it." I continue.
One boy inclines his head toward the half-dead girl. "What about her? I don't think she can swim."
"Someone will have to pull her."
(June 11, 2015 - 12:36 pm)
Samuel~
"Mama! Papa! Jean Anne! Francis! Ruby!" I scream one after another. The blanket I was wrapped in when the ship sank is now soaking wet, and sticking to me. Choking sobbing, and... drowning. Every time a wave tosses me underwater, it is harder to get to the surface. Soon, I will not be able to hold my breath any longer, but all I can think about is my family. Little Ruby would never be able to survive in this sea I think, sobbing harder. Another huge wave pushes me, rolling and turning me in the raging water. The shock and panic numb me, and all I can do is let myself be thrown farther from the surface. My want for air momentarily takes over my pain. My whole body aches to come up for a breath, but then again... which way is up? In desperation, I start kicking and I push up, finding myself in between two waves. I gasp swallowing seawater as I do so. Somehow, the blanket managed to stick to me when I went underwater. There are other people in the water, clinging to the wreckage of the ship or desperatly trying to stay afloat on their own. "Mama! Papa!" I begin again; the screaming, the sobbing, the salt, and rolling under the waves in disoreintation. Then I am thrown down, and almost emmediatly, I gulp saltwater. I inhale it through my nose, and a pain, at first sharp and then dull, grows in my head as a result. I know I won't be able to make it to the surface on my own, when a hand seizes my shoulder and pulls upward. When I reach the surface, I cough up seawater, only to swallow more as I take huge breaths.
"You alright kid?" My rescuer asks. He looks about 14, with sopping wet brown hair (this is Jeremy Lee). I cough again, and manage to reply.
"Yes, thank you." The boy is keeping both of us above the water, but I know we won't last long in such rough seas. A wave crashes over our heads, and I clutch the edges of the blanket.
"This way," he says struggling to swim against the push of the waves. We shouldn't say many words, to save our energy, so I say nothing, and follow. He leads me to the spot where the ship sank. There are many pieces of it floating around.
"Grab one," he says. I drag myself to a floating water barrel, and hual myself onto it, blanket and all. The boy is holding on to a large fragment of wood.
"We need," he gasps, "to swim to shore."
"I-Island?" I ask.
"Yes. Close." He answers. I begin kicking and paddling from my barrel.
"Are there others?" I yell as a wave lifts me and then drops me with a splash.
"Yes. They are fine. We have to swim," he says. I can now see rocks sticking out from the water ahead of me. As I swim next to the boy, I look into his face. I can see longing and fear; my own expression. We keep kicking until I am exhausted. I feel like I am going nowhere, but the rocks that were once in the distance are now surrounding us. I push myself hard, kicking and paddling for eternity.
"There. Must. Be. Land," the boy says slowly, saving his breath.
(June 11, 2015 - 2:19 pm)