Ashes, Ashes.. We All Fall Down

[Nebula]

ASHES, ASHES..


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A war ravaged, broken and mostly dead country exists in what use to be the United States. Through a long, and deadly nuclear war involving most of the large countries in the year 2052, the United States have been reduced to a few small patches of safe houses, with no more than 100 survivors in each. Supplies are limited, even in the safe housed communities. Survivors outside these areas have little to no chance of surviving, unless well prepared. All radio communication besides that of the military has been ceased, and all outside "safe" areas are ignored for the fear of the mutations. The nuclear fallout has caused mutations in those that were not killed. Anything from super strength and disfiguring features to zombification and x-ray vision. Although the mutations may not cause death, most affected suffer problems. Some of the mutations cause the victim to lose their thoughts and morals, and even change them into beings completely unlike themselves. Those lucky enough to survive with no mutations hide out in the safe houses and safe communities, or travel on their own. Although most of those affected with mutations from the initial war have died out, some through misfortune or stupidity have come in contact with deceased or still living mutates, giving them the same problem. With no help from other countries, the past United States lies in shambles and on it's own.


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WE ALL FALL DOWN.



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RULES



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This is a nuclear fallout, zombie survival, wasteland type of role play.


Please follow all the rules listed below to be able to join this role play.


Do not fight with anyone, everyone is the same; no one is better.


Do not godmod or "auto-dodge" things, you're character isn't God.


Do not kill other characters unless you have the owner's permission.


You may make up your own creatures due to radiation, or your character


can have ONE special power due to the radiation.

FORMS




Full Name:


Age:


Gender:


Personality:


Biography:


Ability:


Weapons:


Gear:


Location:



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[Charlene]

Full Name: Ophelia Jezebel Rose





Age: 20





Gender: Female





Personality:


It doesn't take more than a single glance to figure out this one’s not completely there. Scathingly vertically challenged at five foot four and weighing only one hundred and twenty pounds, Ophelia appears very harmless and young to the majority that set eyes upon her, which couldn't be further from the truth. She's a whopping firecracker ready to slam her effectual fists across your jaw if you sass her the wrong way and she probably trumps unless your something of the unique interest. She is the darkest horse receding at the edge of the herd, barely noticeable but still snorting at every remark she doesn't agree with. Her defense mechanisms are exhausting. Her rough exterior leaves little to be desired. While she may occasionally offer a helping hand, Ophelia doesn't stray too far from her comfort zone. Her unwillingness to let people walk through her front door often shuts down any initial thoughts of companionship or acquainted friendship. Best described as a predator, she moves as one, holding a dangerous potential in her movements and attitudes. These are traits that many have tried weaning her away from, to no avail. She's a shot of whiskey doused in cheek-puckering rye. Strong and goes down stinging, burning down your throat. You swear you won't have another. You won't speak with her. But, you do. And she hates you for it. Ophelia is not the type of person you would notice right away, not unless you were really looking for her. The less people that notice you, the more you tend to be able to get away with it. That isn't to say that she can't stand out or draw attention to herself if she wants to, her preference simply lies in remaining under the radar. She's not without her imperfections. Beneath that veil is something different, a blossom yet to bloom. The harsh environment surrounding her made her like this, so she is only a diamond in the rough.





Biography:


Ophelia's childhood was everything normal for a young girl. She would wake up everyday with a smile on her face, and fall asleep with one each night. Her parents treated her like royalty, considering she is an only child in her little, humble family. She was given things she did not need and excused from things she truly needed to figure out and learn independently. From the day she was brought onto the Earth, to the when she turned thirteen she had lived in France. Roaming the streets and saying hello to the people on the market was a usual thing, and was often called "Sweet Ophelia" for her gentle composition by the locals. All was normal until she was ripped from the grasps of her mother and father due to a harsh, and deadly car accident leading to both of them leaving, forever. Sweet Ophelia, was no more. She was thrown into the arms of her mother's sister and forced to move to America for a fresh start, which only lead to her forgetting and leaving everything dear to her behind. She never left the house unless it was for school or important matters. Day in and day out would she sit in her room and stare out the window with her unusual multi-colored eyes, hoping, wishing that her old life would come back to her. Although, in the back of her mind she knew it wouldn't. Once the nuclear war broke, it never phased her, she did what she was told. Young Ophelia climbed into the shelter by herself and locked the door, leaving her aunt and uncle outside to die just like the rest of the people. She was one of the lucky ones.


Ability: Rapid cell regeneration





Weapons: Usually she uses a sniper rifle. But when she is unable to use that, she has two M1911's.





Gear: In her knapsack, she carries a bag of dried food, 3 ramen packs, 4 chocolate bars, 3 water bottles, a journal, couple pencils, few random books, two sets of clothes, a sweater, ammo, and a blanket.





Location: Currently, nowhere. She wanders and wishes for the best.

 

[Kaleo]

Full Name:Kaleo Heart Raien


Age: 18


Gender: Female


Personality: Before you stands a young female. she had to be a teenager 18 at the most. she had a long slender body that stood about 5'7". she weighed about 115. her hair was long and white with green tips. her eyes where almost a ice blue. she is extremely cocky and puts off the i don't give a shit vibe. When it comes down to surviving she is a great listener. she's not much of a leader. She has no mercy when it comes down to killing those Things...


Biography: Kaleo grew up with her 2 brothers Nicolai and Jacobi. Her parents where always gone so her brothers took care of her most of her life. After the war her brothers disappeared. she was alone her parents and friends where dead. so she used what her brothers taught her to become a stronger fighter.


Ability: She can run a bit to quickly


Weapons: She has a long sword for close range and a AK-74M for long range.


Gear: in her backpack she has 3 cans of fruit, 5 waters, small blanket, gas mask, leather gloves, and one grenade.


Location: She has been walking for days and has no clue what city she's in.