Realistic or Modern The Icy Stream: Act One - Character Sheet [CLOSED]

[Eshspoyeofdoom]

The Icy Stream : Act One
[Character Sheet]

[P.S , This is not first come first serve, I have to like and approve your character first.]
[P.P.S, By signing up, you accept that your character has a chance of dying/ never making it to the final destination.]​

Name:
Age (15 - 21):
Gender:
Sexuality (Remember the setting!):
Appearance (At least 2 paragraphs with a realistic [No anime or drawn] picture and remember the setting!):

Vices (3+):
Virtues (3+):
Likes (3+):
Dislikes (3+):

Personality (At least two paragraphs with reference to your Vices ,Virtues, Likes and Dislikes):
Theme song (just to get a vibe from your character)

History (Be careful here. You can't remember much before you came here, but you can still use this to flesh out your character and/or create relationships to other characters. Include motives and reasons to escape.)

Survival item (Consider all carefully and choose one. Remember, some items can be recused as something else! A small water bottle, suitable winter clothing, a backpack and a sleeping bag are provided.)

Spoiler

- A deep frying pan
-Compass
-Watch
- Fishing pole
- Pocket knife
- A bag of salt
- 2 Water purification tablets
- 5 Alcoholic pads
- Trapping wire
- A small bottle of lighter fluid (enough to last two days):
-2 matches
- An amulet with great personal and material value (must include in bio)

Writing sample (Write as much as you want and anything you want as long as it relates to your character and it's told from the 3rd person perspective)

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Links

Interest thread + (A bit of lore)
OOC thread
Extra info + (Game mechanics and locations)
In-character

 

[LeniousStorm]

Name: Carson Jones
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9", Carson is very lean young man. He has short, dark brown hair that he often is able to keep combed with his fingers. His eyes are a vibrant, light blue color and they are his most significant feature. He has a light tan on his skin due to the amount of time he spends outside during the summer. His hands are permanently red raw from back before the apocalypse due to his ocd with hand washing and germs.

Carson is often seen wearing his black jacket over a black t-shirt with dark blue jeans. He wears black and white vans on his feet all the time, mainly because they are the only shoes he had when the apocalypse started. He also wears dark blue gloves to hide his red hands due to his insecurity. He never takes off these gloves unless hes alone.

Vices: Quiet, short-tempered, impatient, sensitive
Virtues: Kind-Hearted, protective, honest
Likes: Sunsets, sunrises, nature, being outside, making friends, simplicity
Dislikes: Crowds, violence, discrimination, rain, germs.

Personality:
Carson is the type of guy that everyone knows, but nobody talks to. He is very much an introvert and he likes to distant himself from others, avoid causing trouble with people. During his childhood, he endured so much violence he became prone to hating violence (though since the apocalypse, he hasn't remembered why he hates violence, he just does). He has always hated large groups of people because of his OCD and his fear of germs, which is another reason he likes to avoid people.

Those who are close to Carson know he's very protective over those he loves and cares for. He would do almost anything for those he loves, regardless of what would happen to him. If people got to know the young man, they would find out how sensitive he can be. He has that natural love for nature. He loves being outside, being in the woods, taking in the world around him.

Theme song:
Behind Blue Eyes


History:
Carson doesn't remember much about his past. He had a father and a little sister, maybe...a dog? He knew for certain he had no mother, but he couldn't remember the reason. He knew there was an empty space in his heart, though he couldn't line up the dots with missing pieces. He knew he lived in a small town...somewhere. And he tried hard in school despite the bullying he endured daily. He only remembered the bullying because his wrist simply flashed back memories.

What Carson does know is that he woke up in "The Compound" with only his little sister. Their father was gone, and neither of them could remember why. From here, his new life began. He stuck to the shadows with his sister, ate what little food they could get their hands on, and simply survive. That's how it was for weeks. Until his sister made a mistake. Carson woke up late in the morning, only to find his little sister gone. When he went looking for her, he unfortunately found her knelt on the ground with her head down, an axe above her head in the public execution. As soon as that blade came down, rage boiled his blood. He had to get out of there. Before he was on the ground. Which is why he has planned to escape. He didn't like he violence. The people. The filth. He wasn't safe there.

Survival item: Pocket Knife

Writing Sample:

Carson watched his little sister with bright, blue eyes as she played with her rag doll in front of him. He smiled at the memories that came to him, about when she got that creepy, little toy. It was December 2026, one of the snowiest days of the year, Christmas Eve. Their father let them each open one toy that night. He got a toy flute, his sister got the rag doll. She was beyond happy about it. Despite the creepy atmosphere of the toy, Carson's little sister played with it every day. But seeing the dolls shape now, just made the young man's heart ache.

The hair was ragged and no longer straight. There were tears in the cloth which were horribly patched up with needle and thread, unable to hide the stuffing that was sticking out. There was a dark mask of dirt covering the thing, and it smelled awful due to the damp smell of rain. He wanted to throw it out, never see the thing ever again. But....he couldn't do that to his sister. She loved that thing, it would break her heart if he did something like that...

 

[Eshspoyeofdoom]

Name: Carson Jones
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9", Carson is very lean young man. He has short, dark brown hair that he often is able to keep combed with his fingers. His eyes are a vibrant, light blue color and they are his most significant feature. He has a light tan on his skin due to the amount of time he spends outside during the summer. His hands are permanently red raw from back before the apocalypse due to his ocd with hand washing and germs.

Carson is often seen wearing his black jacket over a black t-shirt with dark blue jeans. He wears black and white vans on his feet all the time, mainly because they are the only shoes he had when the apocalypse started. He also wears dark blue gloves to hide his red hands due to his insecurity. He never takes off these gloves unless hes alone.

Vices: Quiet, short-tempered, impatient, sensitive
Virtues: Kind-Hearted, protective, honest
Likes: Sunsets, sunrises, nature, being outside, making friends, simplicity
Dislikes: Crowds, violence, discrimination, rain, germs.

Personality:
Carson is the type of guy that everyone knows, but nobody talks to. He is very much an introvert and he likes to distant himself from others, avoid causing trouble with people. During his childhood, he endured so much violence he became prone to hating violence (though since the apocalypse, he hasn't remembered why he hates violence, he just does). He has always hated large groups of people because of his OCD and his fear of germs, which is another reason he likes to avoid people.

Those who are close to Carson know he's very protective over those he loves and cares for. He would do almost anything for those he loves, regardless of what would happen to him. If people got to know the young man, they would find out how sensitive he can be. He has that natural love for nature. He loves being outside, being in the woods, taking in the world around him.

Theme song:
Behind Blue Eyes


History:
Carson doesn't remember much about his past. He had a father and a little sister, maybe...a dog? He knew for certain he had no mother, but he couldn't remember the reason. He knew there was an empty space in his heart, though he couldn't line up the dots with missing pieces. He knew he lived in a small town...somewhere. And he tried hard in school despite the bullying he endured daily. He only remembered the bullying because his wrist simply flashed back memories.

What Carson does know is that he woke up in "The Compound" with only his little sister. Their father was gone, and neither of them could remember why. From here, his new life began. He stuck to the shadows with his sister, ate what little food they could get their hands on, and simply survive. That's how it was for weeks. Until his sister made a mistake. Carson woke up late in the morning, only to find his little sister gone. When he went looking for her, he unfortunately found her knelt on the ground with her head down, an axe above her head in the public execution. As soon as that blade came down, rage boiled his blood. He had to get out of there. Before he was on the ground. Which is why he has planned to escape. He didn't like he violence. The people. The filth. He wasn't safe there.

Survival item: Pocket Knife

Writing Sample:

Carson watched his little sister with bright, blue eyes as she played with her rag doll in front of him. He smiled at the memories that came to him, about when she got that creepy, little toy. It was December 2026, one of the snowiest days of the year, Christmas Eve. Their father let them each open one toy that night. He got a toy flute, his sister got the rag doll. She was beyond happy about it. Despite the creepy atmosphere of the toy, Carson's little sister played with it every day. But seeing the dolls shape now, just made the young man's heart ache.

The hair was ragged and no longer straight. There were tears in the cloth which were horribly patched up with needle and thread, unable to hide the stuffing that was sticking out. There was a dark mask of dirt covering the thing, and it smelled awful due to the damp smell of rain. He wanted to throw it out, never see the thing ever again. But....he couldn't do that to his sister. She loved that thing, it would break her heart if he did something like that...

Love it! Accepted!

 

[Eshspoyeofdoom]

Name: Jacob Lawton Smith
Age : 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight/ Heterosexual
Appearance: Jacob is usually described as ragged, unkempt at a glance. His hair is quite messy but tries to cut and shave whenever he has the chance to. He has pale-ish blue eyes and his skin tone is incredibly light. He's quite thin and not very tall but has a rather defined jawline. His back and ankles have lash marks and scars from the whipping from the Guards.

Jacob wears the standard plain cotton shirt and brown trousers, but the cotton shirt has started to tear. He managed to get hold of some hiking boots but they usually covered in dirt or mud. He's also quite lucky, having managed to get some fingerless gloves which help keep his hands from freezing. He uses the standard army green waterproof coat during the winter or when it begins to rain.

Vices: Insensitive, Over-confident, Dishonest
Virtues: Intelligent, Determined, Optimistic
Likes: Puzzles, Reading, Cards,
Dislikes: Uncertainty, the Unknown, Failure

Personality: On the outside, Jacob seems weak due to his physical stature, but this only makes him stronger. He's calculating, but always looks on the bright side of his predictions. When set a task, Jacob will try his best to execute it with either logic or brute force. Despite his resourcefulness and practicality, Jacob is not a peoples person. When pressured or nervous, he becomes a chronic liar and tries to twist the situation to favour him. He also distances himself from people who hold differing opinions to him, thinking that they're too stupid to see his point of view.

Jacob fears what he cannot predict, seeing that the coin could flip either way and potentially put him at a disadvantage. This leads him to failure, something else he hates. He believes that a single mistake in a dog eat dog world could mean death. However, he does enjoy games that require some thought or has a logical process to it. Jacob attributes most of his intelligence to reading at an early age and attempts to get hold of any literature in The Compound.

Theme song:
Lillium-Sleep Inside


History: Hazy. The word Jacob uses to describe life before The Compound. He really doesn't remember much, maybe an apartment in the middle of the city? He was first brought behind the large concrete walls in 2023, at the mere age of seven, and remembers it to be very different from what it is now. He arrived with a packed bag stuffed with books and some spare clothes. He also came with his older sister, Janice and his two cousins. During his initial few years, he remembers that he was fed well and taken care of by loving adults. There weren't many children around then, so he'd sometimes find a nice patch of grass to sit quietly and read by the wall on the edge of The Compound.

It was during the Autumn of 2025 when things started to go wrong for him. Crowds of children by the hundreds came barging in each month. Food ran short quickly and was rationed. Any spare earth on the compound was to be used for farming purposes, thus removing his little reading space. The huge empty rooms with beds were soon stuffed with other children. It changed from having a bunk mate on top of him, then having to share a mattress with another person, then to no bed at all. He also noticed a change in the adults working in The Compound, they no longer wore clean doctor and nurse uniforms. Instead, they were replaced with leather jackets and robes. He was soon aware of a 'king', a strange bearded man no older than 60. The adults, now referred to as Guards, became easily angered, more violent when handling with children. That's when his sister Janice left, and never returned, sparking a trend and uprising amongst the youth in The Compound.

After listening to the recording brought to him, he was kicked out of the sleeping hall altogether. He was one of the first to roam the compound in the freezing winter, barely surviving each night. He was occasionally beaten by the adults and forced to work on make-shift building projects. He was soon joined with many more children in the years to come, as more and more made their escape. That's when the executions began. Children, as young as eight were dragged through the streets, beaten and left to hang for days. Maybe worse. Jacob would then steal gloves and other items of clothing from the bodies to clothe him or to be used as fuel for the fire. His fire would often bring many children around him and he would trade supplies with them.

The year he turned 15, saw him go to the makeshift church that he helped build a part of. After the daily sermon, he would stay to read edited and censored versions of The Bible just to pass the time. Day after day, he would stay for hours just reading. This caught the attention of the 'King' and the Guards, who awarded him a small section of the church to sleep in as long as he served as an Altar Boy. His common appearance to The Compound's populous, gained him some popularity amongst some children.

But his attitude towards The Compound did not change. Listening to the last words that he heard form his sister, he slowly gathered supplies and a formulated a plan to escape. He's put together a group, who he thinks is loyal and strong enough to help him reach his goal.

Survival item: Watch

Writing sample:

"What was it all for? For what? For what?" The words echo in Jacob's mind as he throws his valued books into the flames. He frowns, sadness and the dreaded realisation slowly clutching his consciousness from the very depths. "I'm throwing away my past," he whispers as he turns he head to face the sky, "For only a few minutes of the future." He feels it now, the tears stinging away at his sunken, lifeless eyes. The hopelessness of the situation gripping him slowly but tightly. He falls to his knees, dropping a couple small novels around him. Somewhere in the fading blue of the sky, a small snowflake lands on the tip of his nose. He flinches before the tears begin to run down his cheeks.

It's winter again and as the clocks strike six. He knows that night has creeped back to have another attempt at his life. If Mother Nature misses him tonight, the Guards won't. He pulls the thin blanket around him, and huddles closer to the dwindling fire. He looks up to the wall, and sees the very tips of the mountains in the distance. "Janice...Janice," he mumbles as his eyelids begin to grow heavy, "Why...didn't you come back?" He exhales, maybe someone might come by... or help him. He twists around, just before his eyes close shut, and sees The Church. Half built, looming tall over the rest of the dirty, crumbling structures around it.

"Maybe one day," he utters before his eyes close and his body goes limp. He doesn't even hear his body hit the floor.​

 

[S n o w]

Name:Luna Merritt
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Luna has curly, dark brown hair and dark eyes. She's thin enough that if she were to take off her shirt, her rib cage would be visible through her skin. Her cheeks and nose are spotted with freckles. She looks dirty, like a layer of dirt glued itself to her skin. Her shirt is covered in dark stains and small holes from her not getting to wash it often, and her pants are fraying at the seams.

She carries her brother's brown coat around with her at all times, and wears it whenever the weather isn't too bad. If she's not wearing it, then she keeps it tied around her waist so she doesn't lose it. That jacket is the only clean thing about her, and she takes care of it more than she does of herself. She stands at five feet, seven inches.

Vices: Selfish, Distrustful, Manipulative
Virtues: Stubborn, Patient, Courageous
Likes: Singing, Solitude, Thunder storms
Dislikes: Reading, Indecisiveness, Mosquitos

Personality: Luna is a product of her environment. Her time in The Compound tore away at her, leaving only an empty shell of herself behind. Luna only cares about herself, and will put her survival over that of anyone else's. She convinced herself that the only person she can rely on to get her out of town is herself, and that anyone else will only get in the way, or should be held at arms length and treated with heavy suspicion. She's not above using others to get what she wants, even if that means using their empathy against them or bringing them down to her level.

She's brave, willing to dive straight into a situation when others would hesitate, and has a strong dislike for people who can't make decisions for themselves. Luna holds a special, hateful place in her heart for those in charge of The Compound, and is willing to do just about anything to see them taken down. She's terrified of dying.
Theme Song:


History: All Luna remembers before The Compound is that she was happy. Though, if she was being honest with herself, she could admit that she was still happy during her first two years at The Compound, but those rare memories almost feel like they belong to someone else when compared to the present state of the town. She does remember that it took a long time to get to the town, and it was really cold. Was it 2024? Or 2025? Either way, the only difference she saw between being behind concrete walls and being outside back then was that she didn't have to go to school anymore and that sometimes she was a little hungrier than before, since so many other people flooded the camp around the same time they did.

Her brother, Cooper, and their father were put to work in the fields almost immediately, but she barely had to do anything at all. After all, what good was a kid who only had a second grade education, and wasn't strong enough to plow fields or operate heavy machinery? Still, Luna would have taken Cooper and her father being overworked and constantly tired over what happened to them any day. On June 6th, 2026, Henry and Cooper Merritt were beaten and hanged in the town square for everyone to see. They were made into examples of what would happen if anyone else tried to steal more than their share of rations.

And because the Guards confiscated or destroyed most of their personal possessions in an effort to look for more stolen items, then burned her family's bodies with everyone else who was executed, Luna was left with almost nothing to remember them by. It was only through dumb luck that Cooper's jacket survived. It was freshly washed and drying outside when their room was ravaged, and only because he'd been sweating in it all week because of how hot it was. Since then, Luna's been something of a pariah to the Guards and those in charge. She received less rations than the other kids, because "once a thief, always a thief". She was constantly watched in case she slipped up, and forced to work in the fields to atone for her father's crimes. It was only recently that Luna was taken off her unofficial 'suspension', and was promoted from digging in the dirt for twelve hours a day to picking vegetables.

Survival Item: 2 Matches

Writing Sample:

Luna wedged herself between two people standing near the front of the small crowd, trying to see what they were all out here to look at. She wasn't really supposed to leave the room, but if everyone else was allowed to come out here instead of work, then why should she have to follow the stupid rules- Luna stopped dead, her eyes widening when she saw who was standing on a box in front of a big tree in the middle. One end of a thick rope was tied around her father's neck, while the other was looped around a high tree branch. Luna gasped and stumbled back, accidentally bumping into the person behind her. She glanced up at him, expecting to be yelled at. Instead, he barely seemed to notice her. His eyes were solemn, fixed on the scene in front of them.

Luna pushed herself off of him and stumbled forward, suddenly desperate to see what was going on. One of the Guards was standing next to him now, (or had he always been there?) gesturing to the crowd with a large knife. He was talking, saying something about a crime and the deserved punishment, but Luna wasn't listening. Her breath hitched as blood dribbled out of one of his ears, and she noticed for the first time that he didn't seem to be all the way awake, swaying slightly on his box. She didn't know what was going on, but everyone was just standing around watching. Why wasn't anyone trying to help? She looked around, but none of the adults would look at her.

A sharp crack brought her attention back to the front "No!" Luna shouted, but she was drowned out by the sound of her father choking, kicking desperately at the air as he tried to find a foothold. The box had been pushed out from under him, leaving him suspended in the air. He gasped, his face turning a dark shade of purple. Luna trembled, squeezing the front of her shirt in her fist. No, no! She couldn't just stand there while he... Luna wanted to close her eyes, cover her ears and pretend none of this was happening, but she couldn't look away. If no one else was going to do anything then... then...

She swallowed hard, but took a small step forward. That was as far as she got before she felt a hand on her shoulder. Luna jumped, a small, surprised squeak escaping her. Then the grip tightened, and yanked on her hard, sending her tumbling backwards. She bit her lip hard when she hit the ground, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. Luna was a second away at yelling at whoever had stopped her, but she was hit with another jolt of surprise when she saw who it was. "Cooper?" She whispered, watching as he took the Guard by surprise, shoving him away. He went for the tree next, pulling a small blade out of his pocket to hack at the rope.

He was still sawing through it when he was swarmed. One Guard managed to grab his leg, and then he fell, disappearing under a dozen angry boots and fists. Luna couldn't look anymore, and slapped her hands over her eyes. And then she heard one of the Guards yelling for another rope to be brought out.

 

[Eshspoyeofdoom]

Name:Luna Merritt
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Luna has curly, dark brown hair and dark eyes. She's thin enough that if she were to take off her shirt, her rib cage would be visible through her skin. Her cheeks and nose are spotted with freckles. She looks dirty, like a layer of dirt glued itself to her skin. Her shirt is covered in dark stains and small holes from her not getting to wash it often, and her pants are fraying at the seams.

She carries her brother's brown coat around with her at all times, and wears it whenever the weather isn't too bad. If she's not wearing it, then she keeps it tied around her waist so she doesn't lose it. That jacket is the only clean thing about her, and she takes care of it more than she does of herself. She stands at five feet, seven inches.

Vices: Selfish, Distrustful, Manipulative
Virtues: Stubborn, Patient, Courageous
Likes: Singing, Solitude, Thunder storms
Dislikes: Reading, Indecisiveness, Mosquitos

Personality: Luna is a product of her environment. Her time in The Compound tore away at her, leaving only an empty shell of herself behind. Luna only cares about herself, and will put her survival over that of anyone else's. She convinced herself that the only person she can rely on to get her out of town is herself, and that anyone else will only get in the way, or should be held at arms length and treated with heavy suspicion. She's not above using others to get what she wants, even if that means using their empathy against them or bringing them down to her level.

She's brave, willing to dive straight into a situation when others would hesitate, and has a strong dislike for people who can't make decisions for themselves. Luna holds a special, hateful place in her heart for those in charge of The Compound, and is willing to do just about anything to see them taken down. She's terrified of dying.
Theme Song:


History: All Luna remembers before The Compound is that she was happy. Though, if she was being honest with herself, she could admit that she was still happy during her first two years at The Compound, but those rare memories almost feel like they belong to someone else when compared to the present state of the town. She does remember that it took a long time to get to the town, and it was really cold. Was it 2024? Or 2025? Either way, the only difference she saw between being behind concrete walls and being outside back then was that she didn't have to go to school anymore and that sometimes she was a little hungrier than before, since so many other people flooded the camp around the same time they did.

Her brother, Cooper, and their father were put to work in the fields almost immediately, but she barely had to do anything at all. After all, what good was a kid who only had a second grade education, and wasn't strong enough to plow fields or operate heavy machinery? Still, Luna would have taken Cooper and her father being overworked and constantly tired over what happened to them any day. On June 6th, 2026, Henry and Cooper Merritt were beaten and hanged in the town square for everyone to see. They were made into examples of what would happen if anyone else tried to steal more than their share of rations.

And because the Guards confiscated or destroyed most of their personal possessions in an effort to look for more stolen items, then burned her family's bodies with everyone else who was executed, Luna was left with almost nothing to remember them by. It was only through dumb luck that Cooper's jacket survived. It was freshly washed and drying outside when their room was ravaged, and only because he'd been sweating in it all week because of how hot it was. Since then, Luna's been something of a pariah to the Guards and those in charge. She received less rations than the other kids, because "once a thief, always a thief". She was constantly watched in case she slipped up, and forced to work in the fields to atone for her father's crimes. It was only recently that Luna was taken off her unofficial 'suspension', and was promoted from digging in the dirt for twelve hours a day to picking vegetables.

Survival Item: 2 Matches

Writing Sample:

Luna wedged herself between two people standing near the front of the small crowd, trying to see what they were all out here to look at. She wasn't really supposed to leave the room, but if everyone else was allowed to come out here instead of work, then why should she have to follow the stupid rules- Luna stopped dead, her eyes widening when she saw who was standing on a box in front of a big tree in the middle. One end of a thick rope was tied around her father's neck, while the other was looped around a high tree branch. Luna gasped and stumbled back, accidentally bumping into the person behind her. She glanced up at him, expecting to be yelled at. Instead, he barely seemed to notice her. His eyes were solemn, fixed on the scene in front of them.

Luna pushed herself off of him and stumbled forward, suddenly desperate to see what was going on. One of the Guards was standing next to him now, (or had he always been there?) gesturing to the crowd with a large knife. He was talking, saying something about a crime and the deserved punishment, but Luna wasn't listening. Her breath hitched as blood dribbled out of one of his ears, and she noticed for the first time that he didn't seem to be all the way awake, swaying slightly on his box. She didn't know what was going on, but everyone was just standing around watching. Why wasn't anyone trying to help? She looked around, but none of the adults would look at her.

A sharp crack brought her attention back to the front "No!" Luna shouted, but she was drowned out by the sound of her father choking, kicking desperately at the air as he tried to find a foothold. The box had been pushed out from under him, leaving him suspended in the air. He gasped, his face turning a dark shade of purple. Luna trembled, squeezing the front of her shirt in her fist. No, no! She couldn't just stand there while he... Luna wanted to close her eyes, cover her ears and pretend none of this was happening, but she couldn't look away. If no one else was going to do anything then... then...

She swallowed hard, but took a small step forward. That was as far as she got before she felt a hand on her shoulder. Luna jumped, a small, surprised squeak escaping her. Then the grip tightened, and yanked on her hard, sending her tumbling backwards. She bit her lip hard when she hit the ground, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. Luna was a second away at yelling at whoever had stopped her, but she was hit with another jolt of surprise when she saw who it was. "Cooper?" She whispered, watching as he took the Guard by surprise, shoving him away. He went for the tree next, pulling a small blade out of his pocket to hack at the rope.

He was still sawing through it when he was swarmed. One Guard managed to grab his leg, and then he fell, disappearing under a dozen angry boots and fists. Luna couldn't look anymore, and slapped her hands over her eyes. And then she heard one of the Guards yelling for another rope to be brought out.

Accepted! Just what we need!

 

[SinisterFreak]

Name: Azul Lopez
Age (15 - 21): 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight, duh...
Appearance: Azul has a small frame but a lean build. He stands at 5 foot 5 inches, and his body is perfect for slipping past small gaps and climbing trees. A scar can be seen along his left thigh, but he can't remember how it got there. His hair is short, brown, and slightly wavy. The eyes of Azul shine a lively light brown, almost hazel in sunlight. With a soft, kind face, you'd almost think he'd be as sensitive as a child.

Azul is usually always wearing dark colors. He seems to find them comforting in this timeless winter. The main jacket he wears, is padded to keep warm with a hood that looks like it belongs on a cloak. His dark blue jeans have small rips and spots that are worn out. His undershirt is just a plain, black cotton t-shirt with the collar ripped at the front of the seam.

Vices: Stubborn, Insensitive, Defensive
Virtues: Forgiving, Courageous, Honest
Likes: Roses, food, drawings, loyalty
Dislikes: Lies, this place, stubbornness, the color yellow


Personality: Azul is a bit stubborn, but he's not above being corrected, you just have to give him time. Even if you he gets defensive for personally things, he won't hate you for it. Something about him, just makes him forgiving and not hold a grudge. It could be his way to not keep anger inside and stress out over silly things. His curiosity keeps him from being afraid, but he knows one day he may get what's coming to him. It's just the honest opinion he gives himself to keep finding out new things.

When the snow falls on the only rose bush in the compound, Azul finds himself stuck on looking at how the petals freeze over time. Lost in thought, you can always find him by the rose bush, or in the mess hall. You can almost always win him over with some for a drawing you made. The insensitive side he gives off doesn't hide the fact that he is a loyal companion to those who are true to themselves and are in need of help. Just because he's reserved, doesn't mean he doesn't trust you.

Theme song​

History
Everything is a little fuzzy before the camp. Maybe he was traveling with people, but he feels like they're disappearing from his memories. He just remembers living here for a few years. Obviously he should have parents, hopefully a sibling or two, but where were they? He usually has dreams of people he's never met, maybe they were his family. So far, the compound wasn't a bad place to live, you know, until the executions. He usually found them amusing, but he also wanted them to stop. No one ever stops them, and Azul can't do it alone.

At the far end of the compound, there's a small gap he would squeeze through every now and then to see the outside. It's usually risky, but he's never been caught. One day when he was returning from a small adventure, he over heard a conversation with information on what can get you executed. Information that secretly effected him. Before he could run, he noticed a guard about to spot him and quickly slipped back inside and hid for what seemed like an hour. Inconspicuously, Azul made his way into the mess hall with no suspicion of him leaving. The only problem, guards would now monitor the small crack he would slip out of. Now he spends his time by the rose bush and mess hall living a lie. He wanted to run, but there's no where for him to go, no one to help him. The people he talks to every now and then seem like they want to stay. Maybe someone wants to leave and he can help.

Survival item
Deep frying pan

Spoiler: Writing Sample

A cold wind blew through the town as Azul walked passed the only rose bush. Earlier he just slipped through a crack in the wall at the end of the compound he was living in. He had just heard some horrifying news and was now shaken. Shaken by the cold winter and by his nervous feel. The only place he was able to slip out of, and now a guard spotted it. Who knows if they'll now monitor it, patch it up, or leave it be. The mess hall where they kept the rations, it was the only place warm enough to unwind. As long as he didn't cause any trouble or get in the way, they would let him stay. 'You're not safe here' was all he could hear in his head. He had to leave, he had to get out.

As others began to glance at Azul sitting at a table, he couldn't help but grow more nervous. Do they know? Did they find out he left? Was he in danger? A colleague began to walk over to him at the table, but before they could say anything, he got up and hurried to the exit. The wind grew stronger outside the building and Azul placed the hood on his jacket over his head. "I have to leave," he whispered to himself. His frozen breath trailing off behind him. Leaving through a hole in the wall was one thing, but his being was something worse to these people. He smiled kindly as and waved softly as he passed the other occupants. It was no use, he felt like he'd be dead by the end of the day and the only place he wanted to be was in front of the roses he admired so much.

The leaves crackled underneath his worn, dark jeans as Azul sat cross legged in front of the plant he likes to watch. Night began to fall as huddled in his padded jacket with the wind slowly making it's way to the back of his hood. So far no one came to take him away, to end his way. He looked around and noticed all the guards still seemed normal. Getting up, looking around, and letting out a soft sigh of relief, he realized, no one was coming for him. He nervous giggle escaped his mouth and Azul looked up into the night sky. After a moment of relief, he made his way back to his room, to know he's still alive, and to find a way out.

 

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Name: Azul Lopez
Age (15 - 21): 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight, duh...
Appearance: Azul has a small frame but a lean build. He stands at 5 foot 5 inches, and his body is perfect for slipping past small gaps and climbing trees. A scar can be seen along his left thigh, but he can't remember how it got there. His hair is short, brown, and slightly wavy. The eyes of Azul shine a lively light brown, almost hazel in sunlight. With a soft, kind face, you'd almost think he'd be as sensitive as a child.

Azul is usually always wearing dark colors. He seems to find them comforting in this timeless winter. The main jacket he wears, is padded to keep warm with a hood that looks like it belongs on a cloak. His dark blue jeans have small rips and spots that are worn out. His undershirt is just a plain, black cotton t-shirt with the collar ripped at the front of the seam.

Vices: Stubborn, Insensitive, Defensive
Virtues: Forgiving, Courageous, Honest
Likes: Roses, food, drawings, loyalty
Dislikes: Lies, this place, stubbornness, the color yellow


Personality: Azul is a bit stubborn, but he's not above being corrected, you just have to give him time. Even if you he gets defensive for personally things, he won't hate you for it. Something about him, just makes him forgiving and not hold a grudge. It could be his way to not keep anger inside and stress out over silly things. His curiosity keeps him from being afraid, but he knows one day he may get what's coming to him. It's just the honest opinion he gives himself to keep finding out new things.

When the snow falls on the only rose bush in the compound, Azul finds himself stuck on looking at how the petals freeze over time. Lost in thought, you can always find him by the rose bush, or in the mess hall. You can almost always win him over with some for a drawing you made. The insensitive side he gives off doesn't hide the fact that he is a loyal companion to those who are true to themselves and are in need of help. Just because he's reserved, doesn't mean he doesn't trust you.

Theme song​

History
Everything is a little fuzzy before the camp. Maybe he was traveling with people, but he feels like they're disappearing from his memories. He just remembers living here for a few years. Obviously he should have parents, hopefully a sibling or two, but where were they? He usually has dreams of people he's never met, maybe they were his family. So far, the compound wasn't a bad place to live, you know, until the executions. He usually found them amusing, but he also wanted them to stop. No one ever stops them, and Azul can't do it alone.

At the far end of the compound, there's a small gap he would squeeze through every now and then to see the outside. It's usually risky, but he's never been caught. One day when he was returning from a small adventure, he over heard a conversation with information on what can get you executed. Information that secretly effected him. Before he could run, he noticed a guard about to spot him and quickly slipped back inside and hid for what seemed like an hour. Inconspicuously, Azul made his way into the mess hall with no suspicion of him leaving. The only problem, guards would now monitor the small crack he would slip out of. Now he spends his time by the rose bush and mess hall living a lie. He wanted to run, but there's no where for him to go, no one to help him. The people he talks to every now and then seem like they want to stay. Maybe someone wants to leave and he can help.

Survival item
Deep frying pan

Spoiler: Writing Sample

A cold wind blew through the town as Azul walked passed the only rose bush. Earlier he just slipped through a crack in the wall at the end of the compound he was living in. He had just heard some horrifying news and was now shaken. Shaken by the cold winter and by his nervous feel. The only place he was able to slip out of, and now a guard spotted it. Who knows if they'll now monitor it, patch it up, or leave it be. The mess hall where they kept the rations, it was the only place warm enough to unwind. As long as he didn't cause any trouble or get in the way, they would let him stay. 'You're not safe here' was all he could hear in his head. He had to leave, he had to get out.

As others began to glance at Azul sitting at a table, he couldn't help but grow more nervous. Do they know? Did they find out he left? Was he in danger? A colleague began to walk over to him at the table, but before they could say anything, he got up and hurried to the exit. The wind grew stronger outside the building and Azul placed the hood on his jacket over his head. "I have to leave," he whispered to himself. His frozen breath trailing off behind him. Leaving through a hole in the wall was one thing, but his being was something worse to these people. He smiled kindly as and waved softly as he passed the other occupants. It was no use, he felt like he'd be dead by the end of the day and the only place he wanted to be was in front of the roses he admired so much.

The leaves crackled underneath his worn, dark jeans as Azul sat cross legged in front of the plant he likes to watch. Night began to fall as huddled in his padded jacket with the wind slowly making it's way to the back of his hood. So far no one came to take him away, to end his way. He looked around and noticed all the guards still seemed normal. Getting up, looking around, and letting out a soft sigh of relief, he realized, no one was coming for him. He nervous giggle escaped his mouth and Azul looked up into the night sky. After a moment of relief, he made his way back to his room, to know he's still alive, and to find a way out.

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