Welcome to ETHOS,

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Welcome to ETHOS,

Welcome to ETHOS, the Ethical Triumphant Heroes Of Survival. You may not know it yet, but you are a potential threat to the evil tyranny we call The Parliament. Yes, The Parliament is evil. I thought you'd figured that out by now, after being captured, thrown from prison to prison, and finally shipped...here. To this island. This place will test your survival skills like never before. But don't worry. We are here to help. 

So! This is an RP set in a futuristic, science fictional setting. The government, which is a Parliament, is evil and plans to take over the world. It secretly captures everyone able to resist it and ships them off to an evil island far from the mainland. Nobody else knows of this island's existence. But the captured prisoners formed a secret organization called ETHOS, which is dedicated to defeating the terrible island and training the new prisoners that arrive every month. (Those will be our charries!)

The island is evil. It swarms with monsters and evil creatures, lurking in the shadows of the deep forest, their eyes glimmering. Swamps are found frequently, full of deadly quicksand and poisonous muck. There are pools of lava, hidden crevasses, electric lakes, geysers that shoot acid 50 feet high, walking trees, and of course, tons of monsters. It is unknown why the island is so dreadfully cursed, but if ETHOS can discover its secrets, perhaps we could get back to the mainland and warn the citizens about the evil Parliament. 

One charrie per person, two if you really want to. Here is the sheet:

Name:

Appearance and Age: 11-15

Personality:  

Powers and/or secrets: Basically the reason he/she was captured in the first place. They could have a minor power, know something about the government, etc.

Backstory:

I hope this works. :)

submitted by Jarvis, age ???et
(December 25, 2015 - 4:01 pm)

back to the Inkwell

This sounds really fun!

Name:

Appearance and Age: 13. Very short and skinny for his age, light misty green eyes, messy brown hair with stripes of sandy blond. 

Personality: Very weak, usually lonely, has one person that cares for him, and is his friend (this person can be someones charrie if they want). Most others are either scared of him or don't like him. He never really seems to pay attention unless someone is talking directly to him. His passion is learning how to fight, and he is very good at it, which most people are surprised about. He's very quiet. 

Powers/secrets:

Backstory: 

 

gtg, I'll finish later.

 

submitted by Dragonrider
(December 27, 2015 - 8:09 pm)

Since Sydney C. has a spot reserved, and I haven't posted my charrie yet (it has been a really busy couple of days), I might be able to squeeze in... one more person. Also, from now on only one charrie per person. I can't wait to start! 

submitted by Jarvis, age ???
(December 27, 2015 - 11:00 pm)

I'm sorry, I don't think I can join, actually. I just want to make sure I don't take on too much. Sorry if it's any inconvenience.

submitted by Sydney C., age 13
(December 27, 2015 - 11:07 pm)

@ Sydney C.- That's Ok. 

Name: Raksha Lloyd 

Appearance: Jet-black hair, deep, coffee-brown skin, brown eyes, hair is sleek and short, wears a white shirt with thin red and blue stripes, a magenta sweatshirt looped about her waist, skinny jeans that are too small, and lime-green high tops. 

Age: 12

Personality: She used to be strong-willed and inquisitive, asking questions a lot. But certain experiences scarred her, and now she is shy, quiet, and reluctant to talk. She has learned that your questions can be answered easily if you just listen to people. Also, if you act completely silent, people begin to think you are dumb, and talk more openly in front of you. Raksha has a good memory and is a fast runner, but she isn't very physically strong. 

Secrets: A tiny vial with a piece of paper tucked inside. The only way she managed to hide this vial was by concealing it in her shoe. Although Raksha has never looked at the piece of paper, she knows it contains an important secret that could be the key to everything. 

Backstory: Before she was arrested, Raksha lived with her mom in the City. Her house was, well, on the lower-class side. Everything Raksha owned was like that. What she didn't know was that her mom was actually working for a resistance group spying on the Parliament. One night in October, Raksha's mother came home very late, her eyes sunken yet alert. She thrust the vial into Raksha's hands, making her promise to keep it safe, for it was the key to everything. Scarcely had she done so when there was a knock on the door. Raksha hurled herself down the stairs and hid in the basement. She heard her mom saying something, then silence. Gruff voices. Footsteps on the stairs. An impossibly bright light shown full in her face. Then Raksha Lloyd was knocked out.  

submitted by Jarvis, age ???
(December 28, 2015 - 7:00 pm)

Can I join? If so, I'll make my charrie later. 

submitted by Joan B. of Arc , age 13, Camelot
(December 28, 2015 - 11:47 am)

Ok, Joan! 

NO MORE PEOPLE!!!!! We are full. Once Joan makes her charrie, we can start. 

submitted by Jarvis, age ???
(December 28, 2015 - 7:04 pm)

I'd love to join, but only if you let me. Here's my charrie if you do let me be a part:

Name: Liana Hazen

Female

Age: 11

Appearance: Medium height; dirty blonde hair; tan skin; nothing out of the ordinary about her except her eyes. Her eyes are beautiful, and change color to look the nicest to whoever is looking. She wears jeans and a t-shirt, and doesn't stand out.

Personality: Friendly, smart, quiet, loyal to a fault, HATES traitors.

Powers/Secrets: She can change her appearance just slightly to appeal to different people, and that gives her a little bit of power of them to make them do what she wants them to do. She can also feel others emotions, and get the tiniest bit of thought reading.

Backstory: She had always obeyed The Parliament, and didn't know about her powers. Her dad had died when she was young, and from then on it was just she and her mom. They were a typical middle-class family, and didn't stand out at all; untill her mom got killed in a car crash. Liana became moody and quiet. When she got into a fight at school, The Parliment shipped her away to a "Rehabilatation Center".... 

submitted by Hermione G., age 11, Hogwarts
(December 30, 2015 - 12:30 pm)

Here's the rest of my charrie sheet:

Name: Jacob Henson

Age and Appearance: see the charrie sheet I started earlier

Personality: see charrie sheet I started earlier

Powers/secrets: He used to have complete control over water, but the parliament took that away from him. Little does he know, his powers will come back temporarily when he needs them the most.

Backstory: He grew up in a small town with his mother, father, and older brother. His mother had fire powers, and taught him everything he knew  about controlling his power. They kept their powers secret for 12 years, until Jacob was caught by the parliament and put in a prison. The parliament made him weak and vulnerable when they took away his powers, and gave him the blond stripes in his hair. They also completely changed him so that he is the way he is now, misty eyed, and expressionless.

submitted by Dragonrider
(December 28, 2015 - 9:08 pm)

Toptoptoptoptoptop!!!! 

Joan, are you going to make your charrie? 

submitted by Top
(December 30, 2015 - 10:56 am)

@Hermione G.- Is it just me, or were you off the CB for a while?

submitted by Dragonrider
(December 30, 2015 - 2:42 pm)

I was. I got really busy.

submitted by Hermione G., age 11, Hogsmeade
(January 1, 2016 - 10:11 am)

Alrighty, here's my charrie: 

Name: Ashlynn M.

Appearance and age: 13. Scar on her head, but is mostly covered by her long, wavy, dirty blond hair. Green eyes that sparkle when she smiles. Sweatshirt, boots, and ripped jeens.  

Personality: Confident, loyal, determined, honest.

Powers and/or secrets: She knows about Parliement's weapon system, and where they're weakness is in it. 

Backstory: You'll see it in the story.

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Sorry to make you guys wait for so long!!  

submitted by Joan B. of Arc , age 13, Camelot
(December 31, 2015 - 5:20 pm)

START!!! Raksha-

The lapping of waves woke me up. Instinctively, I lifted my heavy eyelids-then quickly shut them. Foolish, I scolded myself. It was always better to listen first. Then watch. From the sound of the ocean all around me, and the gentle rocking motion, I deduced that I was on a boat of some kind. The sharp object digging into my gut felt like a nail, which meant that it was probably made of wooden boards. A wooden ship? All the prisons I had been to thus far have all been like a world of metal, plaster, and steel, but never wood. I strained my ears and thought I could hear talking, which meant that I was not alone. Finally, I popped open my eyes and adjusted my vision to the dim light. 
It was indeed a wooden ship. I counted at least seven other prisoners in the hold with me. Then, I spotted a giant, winged mammal with a girl riding on top. That's when I was sure that I was going to no ordinary jail. Apart from bat-girl (as I began to think of her) the rest of the people looked more or less normal. They were also around my age. Strange. I would have observed in more detail, but just then a flap in the ceiling opened. Sawdust showered down on our heads, like an unusual case of dandruff. With a screech, a rusty metal staircase unfolded and came to rest on the floor. Warily, we approached the staircase, and seeing nothing to hinder us, started up. 
The captain of our vessel was a fat, stooped man wrapped in a dirty overcoat. Whiskers peaked out from under his scarf, and he reminded me of a turtle who had never had a single lap of exercise in his life and badly needed a shave. I noticed the beads of sweat on his upper lip, and the way his eyes searched around nervously. Then I saw the island. 
It was nothing more than a bleak beach covered in grayish sand with mussels poking out sparsely. Yet, just by looking at it, chills scuttled down my spine. I thought I could hear a distant howl. But that was probably just my imagination. All the captives were loaded out onto the sand, and I thought the captain steered the ship away as fast as possible. Was that pity in his eyes? 
For a moment, we stood motionless. Then, my hands were instantly pinched behind my back.
"Hold them."
submitted by Jarvis, age ???
(January 2, 2016 - 10:23 am)

Perry~

"Get off me!" I scream, as the two boys in their late teens grip me. The pain in my upper arm tells my mind to snap into survival mode. Grunting, I thrust my sneaker down, scraping it on the guy-on-the-right's shin. He lets go, but I know it is only for a moment so I claw the other dude's face, breaking free of their grasps. The release of pressure causes me to stumble, but, righting myself, I sprint at top speed down the street, dodging other people. I might look like a little boy, but I have brawn and brains. Though I have a whole lot more of the latter. My body tells me to slow down, and my brain agrees, despite my conciousness protesting loudly. I turn into an alleyway, only to be blocked by more of the Parliment's thugs. Taking a running start I leap onto a guy in the middle, my superpowered brain telling me it will upset their shield. It did. They all fan out and trap me. Great. Something hits the back of my head, and blackness surrounds me.

I wake up to the sound of waves. What? There aren't oceans in the city! I groan softly, my head pounding against my skull. Right, real smart Perry. Clearly you're not in the city anymore! I open my eyes, instantly regretting it. The world swirls around me. "Augh," I moan,"ow." Before I can squeeze my dilated eyes shut again, they pick up strange objects. A bat, a giant bat to be exact, is the most prominent figure. Also, a bunch of kids are lying on the splintery floor, tied. I test my own limbs. Nothing broken, but I'm tied up. But all it is is rope. Sweet. I've dealt with much worse than rope. Much worse. The Parliment believes in technology. Painful technology. Technology used to zap preteens to get information out of them. Fun. A sour looking guy walks up to me. "Awake? Great." 

 

BTW, do we still have try to defeat Parliment while we survive? 

submitted by Queen Elizabeth, age 11, The Galexy!
(January 2, 2016 - 12:34 pm)

Trap:

Okay. The prisons were awful, yes.

There at least we were able to survive (just barely).

Here...

That's different.

I notice all the other prisoners through slitted eyelids.  I don't get time to see much before the fattest, ugliest warden yet hauls us all off the boat.

When I land, I immediately roll, sit up, and rub my head. Hands tied. Rope? No problem.

I pick the knot and store the rope in the pocket of my dull brown prison jumpsuit.

Now to see who I have as allies or enemies on this island.

I look around, still sitting. A girl catches my attention. She looks bewildered and sad. I go over and sit next to her. "Hi," I say. "My name's Trap, what's your's?" 

 

submitted by Aquina W., age 13, Atlantis
(January 2, 2016 - 3:32 pm)
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