In the year 2015, something strange happened in Washington DC.
It was a normal day, cars rushing about, stuff going on, things doing that stuff, when all of a sudden,
in the center of a crowded freeway, the asphalt began to crack. It was cracking, and there was a whole lot
of fizzling and smoking happening. Then, a car fell. Not off a cliff, not out of the window of a high rise, but
into a hole that spontaneously melted into the ground. The entire freeway crumbled into a hole, a huge one,
fifty feet in diameter. So, all these cars, motorcycles, buses, and assorted pedestrians fell into the pit,
red as one of those steaks from the grocery store, and tumbled. Now, there was a whole lot of tumbling
involved, and as they were going down, there was a loud boom. A bus had just exploded. Flames were
erupting from the sides of this seemingly endless pit, and they were doing more than incinerating sensible public
transportation methods. Flames were shooting, and there were unmistakable sounds of people
catching fire. A last, a bottom to this horrible pit of death. But this bottom seemed barely
tangible. At the bottom of the pit, framed by some black stone, was some kind of purple
smoke, swirling and emitting horrible sounds, as well as an eerie light.
The people who had just spent five minutes falling supposedly to their doom did not
like the next part much more than the falling.
They tumbled into the smoke, and emerged to spend five seconds in a place far down under.
Lava covered this place, drenched it, and the entire realm was made out of the same thing the tunnel is made of. The tumblers didn't see much until they hit the next portal.
This is where our story begins. The tumblers emerged in a place without time or matter. One by one,
the tumblers were sucked into a new realm. One unseen by human eyes. They emerged at different times,
and at drastically different places, but they have to work together to survive in the rift.
You are a tumbler. You must survive in the rift, blah blah blah, you get the picture. Standard rules apply. Pg-13 only, no godmodding, no actually being a god, and you must fill out a form with your character info. Btw, always use good grammar, put thoughts in ~here~, speech in "here" and OOC (out of character) in ((here)). And one more thing. If I do something in *here* that means its an event, like *meteor strikes mountain* ONLY I CAN DO THIS! For the rest of you, don't put things your character does in anything. Remember, It's in First Person!
NEW MOBS
I am introducing new mobs via the event system so far:
Harpy: A small, Gargoyle creature that can fly, has claws, and is very unholy. It sets on fire in sunlight, and Brady's magic light sword turns them to dust.
Giant Squiddy: Let's just say: The waters aren't completely safe.
Lava Lizard: These aren't found normally. No-one fights them because they don't appear at night. The only one belongs to Corion. The lizard's name is Smiley.
Character Form:
Name:(choose a good one, this won't change!)
Age:(Has to be from 11 to 40)
Weapon/Armor:(You have to make this, it doesn't just appear with you.
Alignment:(Good, evil, neutral, this can change, but not just overnight.
Special skills:(not something stupid, but a small advantage.)
Appearance:(eye color, hair color, anything that is a look)
Bio:(pretty flexible. Remember, you have to be at the intersection at the time of the tumble.)
Raw form:
Name:
Age:
Weapon/Armor:
Alignment:
Special skills:
Appearance:
Bio:
Mine:
Name: Brady Masters
Age: 14
Weapon/Armor: Iron tipped spear, leather armor.
Alignment: Good.
Special skills: Knows some martial arts.
Appearance: Green eyes, blond hair, 6 foot, average strength.
Bio: An orphan who ran away from his orphanage. Lives on the streets, was walking on the sidewalk when the rift started.
Bad example:
Name: Chuck Norris McAwesome
Age: Infinity
Weapon/Armor: Diamond sword of epicness, Diamond armor of pwnage.
Alignment: Whatever he wants to be.
Special skills: Can shoot lasers from his eyes, fly, and kill anything by looking at it.
Appearance: Pure epicness.
Bio: Born in a volcano, McAwesome has been fighting ninjas his entire life. On a mission to assassinate the president, he got held up in traffic when the rift happened. He then used his awesomeness to teleport into the rift and saved the day. Nuff said.
Playerlist:
Bray321221: Brady
Gremlinator: Juan
Darcnite: Charles
gavain788: Milo
xXPredatorSpawnXx: Jared (He's out for now.)
Hoopydoodle: Corion
Reingo: Monet
Patruck: Douglas
HugMe: Rust
Heck, sounds like a bit of fun. I'll throw my lot in.
Name: Juan Nellis
Age: 20
Weapon: Shortbow and small, concealable metal knife. He's got his initials carved onto the wood handle.
Armour: Jeans, ironic t-shirt, sneakers. Has a light leather vest under shirt, but it won't stop much.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Special skills: He's got generally fast reflexes, but is a bit twitchy, and is always moving.
Appearance: Short, only five foot nine. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes. Has a wiry build, average strength.
Bio: A bitter loner. Upper middle-class child, grew up fustrated with others. Never been educated higher than high school, instead making his living wherever he can, as he travels around Europe, though mostly through civilized areas. Due to his self-importance and relatively high intelligence (though it's mostly self-importance) he's never made much attachment with others, prefering to be self-guided and sufficient.
He was working at a nearby resturaunt, and was sucked into the rift while serving food to the diners outside.
Name:Charles Drew
Age:16
Weapon/Armor:Iron Sword/Leather Armour
Alignment:Neutral
Special skills:does0.5 more damage than others
Appearance:Green Jacket,Orange Hair,Jeans,Green eyes Long Hair,White and Green Jogers(Sneakers)
Bio:An ametuer Boxer,he was out for jog to keep in shape,and he passed by the intersection as the Rift happened.
Name:Milo Bum
Age:25-30
Weapon/Armor:Dirty Rags
Alignment: Selfish
Special skills: Persuasion
Appearance: Greased brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale dirty skin, fat.
Bio: Milo was put out of his home at 18. He became a hobo living in the streets of L.A. he happened to be bumming money in D.C (he got there after many days of hitch hiking) when the rift was opening
((Hey did you get this idea from the RPG Rifts?))
After all that falling, this hardly seemed an improvement. What could it be? More falling, of course.
This time, I appeared to be in some strange world, untouched by human hands. either that or I was in
Australia. It was mostly desert where I was falling to, and I didn't feel that scared. ~This is it. Im going to die.
But I don't care. So what! I didn't have anything coming for me. Who cares.~ I angled myself so that my head
would hit the ground first, killing me quickest. But the death didn't come. Instead, I found myself in a pool of
water that broke my fall. I heaved myself out of the water and promptly passed out.
Appearance: Greased brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale dirty skin, fat.
Bio: Milo was put out of his home at 18. He became a hobo living in the streets of L.A he happened to be bumming money when the rift was opening
Two things I just noticed.
1. How is he fat if he's a homeless person? They don't exactly get three meals a day.
2. The rift is in DC, not LA
Eh sure.
Name:Jared Sander
Age:13
Weapon/Armor: steel butterfly swords with oak handles, with iron chainmail, and iron plate leggings.
Alignment:Good, mainly at least.
Special skills: has stealth skills that allow him to be silent and move silently.
Appearance: brown hair and brown eyes, heavyset, average height for a 13 year old, red longsleave t-shirt, and jeans.
Bio: strong believer in God, goes to church every sunday he can, and has many friends. He was taking a walk to meet his friends at a burger joint, they were gona go and get some new games, but that was interupted when a large void appeared under his feet. He fell and thats what he remembers...
Eh sure.
Name:Jared Sander
Age:13
Weapon/Armor: steel butterfly swords with oak handles, with iron chainmail, and iron plate leggings.
Alignment:Good, mainly at least.
Special skills: has stealth skills that allow him to be silent and move silently.
Appearance: brown hair and brown eyes, heavyset, average height for a 13 year old, red longsleave t-shirt, and jeans.
Bio: strong believer in God, goes to church every sunday he can, and has many friends. He was taking a walk to meet his friends at a burger joint, they were gona go and get some new games, but that was interupted when a large void appeared under his feet. He fell and thats what he remembers...
((Added))
((Waiting for someone to help move the story along here...))
(( Hobos in the city can actually be extremely fat))
* I begin falling through the air looking at the sand below * ~Hmm I knew my shroom addiction would get back to me~
* I land in the water with a big splash and get up and stare at the person next to me *
"Your not the usual guy I see in my trips... Who are you?"
I woke up and almost stumbled off a imense, steep drop. I woke up fully after that... Anyway i rubbed my aching muscles. They were burning with pain from what felt like a fire. I turned around and yelled out "Hello"... Waited longer... "Hello"! I tried one more time. "HELLO!?!?" waited for an answer.... Again.
Uhhhhh....... Well..... Uh ill go now. I then ran away.
((Use the funny quotation mark things.
(()) is for out of character.
** is for events
~~Is for character thoughts.
"" Is obviously for speech
I'm not entirely sure where the characters have ended up, so I'm going to assume it's a beach of some kind. I ****ing hate beaches.))
Juan is lying in a puddle of somewhat murky water, face-up. He comes to his senses, and blearily looks around.
~Huh..... where am I? The street caved in or something.... maybe I'm in the sewer systems.... this looks nothing like a sewer system.~
I prop myself up, checking myeslf for any injuries, but other than a few scratches, I'm fine.
~Alright.... so. I've fallen through some sort of hole.... and....ended up wet, and covered in sand, on the shore of some godforsaken beach.~
"Well, wherever I am, it's better than waitressing."
Standing, slightly unsteadily, I scan the area around me. To what is possibly north, or maybe south, lies an eerily calm ocean. To the south-east, or north-west, a low rocky cliff, topped with more sand, stretches both ways down the beach. Nobody else is in sight.
I shrug.
~Alright, I can go with this.~
I remove my shoes, socks, watch (broken) and shirt, draping them over a rock jutting from the cliff face. Placing the contents of my pockets in my shoes (wallet, pretty much empty, knife and a set of keys), I jog over to the water and dive in.
After i ran away from.... "him", i found myself on yet another cliff were a persone had taken off his clothes, put his wallet, knife, and keys on a rock, and probably swam in the lake er... Ocean... Um... Pond? Anyway, I decided to follow suit, even though i wasn't the strongest of swimmers.
"Oh... Hello, smoking man."
I was a bit flustered and had no Idea what to say.
"Do you know where exactly we are? I just fell into this place that may or may not be Australia..."
"Im rambling. Sometimes I do that. The point is... well there is no point. Who are you? Im Brady."
((Use the funny quotation mark things.
(()) is for out of character.
** is for events
~~Is for character thoughts.
"" Is obviously for speech
I'm not entirely sure where the characters have ended up, so I'm going to assume it's a beach of some kind. I ****ing hate beaches.))
*Juan is lying in a puddle of somewhat murky water, face-up. He comes to his senses, and blearily looks around.*
~Huh..... where am I? The street caved in or something.... maybe I'm in the sewer systems.... this looks nothing like a sewer system.~
*I prop myself up, checking myeslf for any injuries, but other than a few scratches, I'm fine.*
~Alright.... so. I've fallen through some sort of hole.... and....ended up wet, and covered in sand, on some godforsaken beach.~
"Well, wherever I am, it's better than waitressing."
*Standing, slightly unsteadily, I scan the area around me. To what is possibly north, or maybe south, lies an eerily calm ocean. To the south-east, or north-west, a low rocky cliff, topped with more sand, stretches both ways down the beach. Nobody else is in sight.*
*shrugs*
~Alright, I can go with this.~
*Removes shoes, socks, watch (broken) and shirt, draping them over a rock jutting from the cliff face. Placing the contents of my pockets in my shoes (wallet, pretty much empty, knife and a set of keys), I jog over to the water and dive in.*
((Only I use events. You dont put actions your character does in anything. I can say things like: *Juan spontaneously combusts* if I think they will improve the story.))
((And we're in a pond.))
((In a valley.))
((In a desert))
((Possibly in Australia))
((Hoopydoodle: Ok.))
((awopcxet: what? Lets start from the top. The names a bit strange. You might want to change that. Remember, you can never change it once your in!
then, your special skills. Being wealthy isnt exactly a skill. Infact, it isnt a skill at all. Appearance: "and a half feet tall"? Fix that. Then, overall, your grammar is bad. Im sorry if youre not a native english speaker or something, but good grammar is a requirement. Im not asking for much, just use words correctly, capitalize the starts of your sentences, and use periods and commas. Please revise your application and I will gladly look it over.))
((Ah, kay. I had a little bit of a retard moment there, then. I'll edit my post appropriatley. :tongue.gif:))
Swimming lazily out into the water, I noticed two things. First off, the body of water wasn't salty, it was fresh. Second, I could see land stretching around it and off into the distance.
~huh. I guess it's a lake, then.~
I pause for a moment, considering my situation.
~The water's warm, the sun's shining and there's nobody else to bother me. This could be a hell of a lot worse.~
With a quick grin, I dive under and swim lazily towards the shallow bottom, looking for fish, or any sort of life. I find it, though not in a welcome way.
A kid of about fourteen or fifteen was splashing through the water in my general direction.
~Abso-lutley wonderful. Y'know, if I had to have company, I would have preffered a curvy girl, or at least any member of the female gender.~
Name: Monet Sadtred
Age: 13
Weapon, armor: She uses a harpoon that is normal, and a dagger. Her normal armor is leather legs, but with an iron chain mail. It isn't flexible, but it is lightweight. Her normal clothes are a paperboy hat, a green smock with a white shirt under it, and a pair of trousers.
Alignment: good.
Special skills: She is ambidextrous, so she can use both hands, she also is very flexible by herself.
Appearance: She is about 4'8" and is tan from working on a fishing boat she has silver eyes, and fiery red hair that she generally keeps back in a small braid. She is strong, but could be overpowered by many older people because of her diminutive stature and youth
bio:She gets no sleep because she has to work all the time on a fishing boat to pay her rent, but recently was thrown out because she lost the landlords wife's sheets when she was supposed clean them. She always pays beggars if she can afford it. She was sitting near the library thinking when she fell in the rift.
In the year 2015, something strange happened in Washington DC.
It was a normal day, cars rushing about, stuff going on, things doing that stuff, when all of a sudden,
in the center of a crowded freeway, the asphalt began to crack. It was cracking, and there was a whole lot
of fizzling and smoking happening. Then, a car fell. Not off a cliff, not out of the window of a high rise, but
into a hole that spontaneously melted into the ground. The entire freeway crumbled into a hole, a huge one,
fifty feet in diameter. So, all these cars, motorcycles, buses, and assorted pedestrians fell into the pit,
red as one of those steaks from the grocery store, and tumbled. Now, there was a whole lot of tumbling
involved, and as they were going down, there was a loud boom. A bus had just exploded. Flames were
erupting from the sides of this seemingly endless pit, and they were doing more than incinerating sensible public
transportation methods. Flames were shooting, and there were unmistakable sounds of people
catching fire. A last, a bottom to this horrible pit of death. But this bottom seemed barely
tangible. At the bottom of the pit, framed by some black stone, was some kind of purple
smoke, swirling and emitting horrible sounds, as well as an eerie light.
The people who had just spent five minutes falling supposedly to their doom did not
like the next part much more than the falling.
They tumbled into the smoke, and emerged to spend five seconds in a place far down under.
Lava covered this place, drenched it, and the entire realm was made out of the same thing the tunnel is made of. The tumblers didn't see much until they hit the next portal.
This is where our story begins. The tumblers emerged in a place without time or matter. One by one,
the tumblers were sucked into a new realm. One unseen by human eyes. They emerged at different times,
and at drastically different places, but they have to work together to survive in the rift.
NEW MOBS
I am introducing new mobs via the event system so far:
Harpy: A small, Gargoyle creature that can fly, has claws, and is very unholy. It sets on fire in sunlight, and Brady's magic light sword turns them to dust.
Giant Squiddy: Let's just say: The waters aren't completely safe.
Lava Lizard: These aren't found normally. No-one fights them because they don't appear at night. The only one belongs to Corion. The lizard's name is Smiley.
Character Form:
Name:(choose a good one, this won't change!)
Age:(Has to be from 11 to 40)
Weapon/Armor:(You have to make this, it doesn't just appear with you.
Alignment:(Good, evil, neutral, this can change, but not just overnight.
Special skills:(not something stupid, but a small advantage.)
Appearance:(eye color, hair color, anything that is a look)
Bio:(pretty flexible. Remember, you have to be at the intersection at the time of the tumble.)
Raw form:
Name:
Age:
Weapon/Armor:
Alignment:
Special skills:
Appearance:
Bio:
Mine:
Name: Brady Masters
Age: 14
Weapon/Armor: Iron tipped spear, leather armor.
Alignment: Good.
Special skills: Knows some martial arts.
Appearance: Green eyes, blond hair, 6 foot, average strength.
Bio: An orphan who ran away from his orphanage. Lives on the streets, was walking on the sidewalk when the rift started.
Bad example:
Name: Chuck Norris McAwesome
Age: Infinity
Weapon/Armor: Diamond sword of epicness, Diamond armor of pwnage.
Alignment: Whatever he wants to be.
Special skills: Can shoot lasers from his eyes, fly, and kill anything by looking at it.
Appearance: Pure epicness.
Bio: Born in a volcano, McAwesome has been fighting ninjas his entire life. On a mission to assassinate the president, he got held up in traffic when the rift happened. He then used his awesomeness to teleport into the rift and saved the day. Nuff said.
Playerlist:
Bray321221: Brady
Gremlinator: Juan
Darcnite: Charles
gavain788: Milo
xXPredatorSpawnXx: Jared (He's out for now.)
Hoopydoodle: Corion
Reingo: Monet
Patruck: Douglas
HugMe: Rust
The applications are closed.
Started!
This Internet thing is wild.
Cave Johnson on: Lemons
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuMv86Ov7-8
Things I have been Given:
Dahmunds: 2
Creepahs: 1
Trinitrotoluene: 6
Name: Juan Nellis
Age: 20
Weapon: Shortbow and small, concealable metal knife. He's got his initials carved onto the wood handle.
Armour: Jeans, ironic t-shirt, sneakers. Has a light leather vest under shirt, but it won't stop much.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Special skills: He's got generally fast reflexes, but is a bit twitchy, and is always moving.
Appearance: Short, only five foot nine. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes. Has a wiry build, average strength.
Bio: A bitter loner. Upper middle-class child, grew up fustrated with others. Never been educated higher than high school, instead making his living wherever he can, as he travels around Europe, though mostly through civilized areas. Due to his self-importance and relatively high intelligence (though it's mostly self-importance) he's never made much attachment with others, prefering to be self-guided and sufficient.
He was working at a nearby resturaunt, and was sucked into the rift while serving food to the diners outside.
Age:16
Weapon/Armor:Iron Sword/Leather Armour
Alignment:Neutral
Special skills:does0.5 more damage than others
Appearance:Green Jacket,Orange Hair,Jeans,Green eyes Long Hair,White and Green Jogers(Sneakers)
Bio:An ametuer Boxer,he was out for jog to keep in shape,and he passed by the intersection as the Rift happened.
Age:25-30
Weapon/Armor:Dirty Rags
Alignment: Selfish
Special skills: Persuasion
Appearance: Greased brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale dirty skin, fat.
Bio: Milo was put out of his home at 18. He became a hobo living in the streets of L.A. he happened to be bumming money in D.C (he got there after many days of hitch hiking) when the rift was opening
((Hey did you get this idea from the RPG Rifts?))
((Never heard of that, so no.))
((All of the above are accepted!))
((Its time for me to start...))
After all that falling, this hardly seemed an improvement. What could it be? More falling, of course.
This time, I appeared to be in some strange world, untouched by human hands. either that or I was in
Australia. It was mostly desert where I was falling to, and I didn't feel that scared. ~This is it. Im going to die.
But I don't care. So what! I didn't have anything coming for me. Who cares.~ I angled myself so that my head
would hit the ground first, killing me quickest. But the death didn't come. Instead, I found myself in a pool of
water that broke my fall. I heaved myself out of the water and promptly passed out.
This Internet thing is wild.
Cave Johnson on: Lemons
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuMv86Ov7-8
Things I have been Given:
Dahmunds: 2
Creepahs: 1
Trinitrotoluene: 6
Two things I just noticed.
1. How is he fat if he's a homeless person? They don't exactly get three meals a day.
2. The rift is in DC, not LA
Added, but you might want to change that.
This Internet thing is wild.
Cave Johnson on: Lemons
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuMv86Ov7-8
Things I have been Given:
Dahmunds: 2
Creepahs: 1
Trinitrotoluene: 6
Name:Jared Sander
Age:13
Weapon/Armor: steel butterfly swords with oak handles, with iron chainmail, and iron plate leggings.
Alignment:Good, mainly at least.
Special skills: has stealth skills that allow him to be silent and move silently.
Appearance: brown hair and brown eyes, heavyset, average height for a 13 year old, red longsleave t-shirt, and jeans.
Bio: strong believer in God, goes to church every sunday he can, and has many friends. He was taking a walk to meet his friends at a burger joint, they were gona go and get some new games, but that was interupted when a large void appeared under his feet. He fell and thats what he remembers...
((Added))
((Waiting for someone to help move the story along here...))
This Internet thing is wild.
Cave Johnson on: Lemons
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuMv86Ov7-8
Things I have been Given:
Dahmunds: 2
Creepahs: 1
Trinitrotoluene: 6
* I begin falling through the air looking at the sand below * ~Hmm I knew my shroom addiction would get back to me~
* I land in the water with a big splash and get up and stare at the person next to me *
"Your not the usual guy I see in my trips... Who are you?"
*Huffs out a ring of smoke*
"What are you doing in my shroom trip?"
*I take another drag from my joint*
((Use the funny quotation mark things.
(()) is for out of character.
** is for events
~~Is for character thoughts.
"" Is obviously for speech
I'm not entirely sure where the characters have ended up, so I'm going to assume it's a beach of some kind.
I ****ing hate beaches.))
Juan is lying in a puddle of somewhat murky water, face-up. He comes to his senses, and blearily looks around.
~Huh..... where am I? The street caved in or something.... maybe I'm in the sewer systems.... this looks nothing like a sewer system.~
I prop myself up, checking myeslf for any injuries, but other than a few scratches, I'm fine.
~Alright.... so. I've fallen through some sort of hole.... and....ended up wet, and covered in sand, on the shore of some godforsaken beach.~
"Well, wherever I am, it's better than waitressing."
Standing, slightly unsteadily, I scan the area around me. To what is possibly north, or maybe south, lies an eerily calm ocean. To the south-east, or north-west, a low rocky cliff, topped with more sand, stretches both ways down the beach. Nobody else is in sight.
I shrug.
~Alright, I can go with this.~
I remove my shoes, socks, watch (broken) and shirt, draping them over a rock jutting from the cliff face. Placing the contents of my pockets in my shoes (wallet, pretty much empty, knife and a set of keys), I jog over to the water and dive in.
I was a bit flustered and had no Idea what to say.
"Do you know where exactly we are? I just fell into this place that may or may not be Australia..."
"Im rambling. Sometimes I do that. The point is... well there is no point. Who are you? Im Brady."
This Internet thing is wild.
Cave Johnson on: Lemons
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuMv86Ov7-8
Things I have been Given:
Dahmunds: 2
Creepahs: 1
Trinitrotoluene: 6
((Only I use events. You dont put actions your character does in anything. I can say things like: *Juan spontaneously combusts* if I think they will improve the story.))
((And we're in a pond.))
((In a valley.))
((In a desert))
((Possibly in Australia))
This Internet thing is wild.
Cave Johnson on: Lemons
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuMv86Ov7-8
Things I have been Given:
Dahmunds: 2
Creepahs: 1
Trinitrotoluene: 6
This Internet thing is wild.
Cave Johnson on: Lemons
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuMv86Ov7-8
Things I have been Given:
Dahmunds: 2
Creepahs: 1
Trinitrotoluene: 6
((awopcxet: what? Lets start from the top. The names a bit strange. You might want to change that. Remember, you can never change it once your in!
then, your special skills. Being wealthy isnt exactly a skill. Infact, it isnt a skill at all. Appearance: "and a half feet tall"? Fix that. Then, overall, your grammar is bad. Im sorry if youre not a native english speaker or something, but good grammar is a requirement. Im not asking for much, just use words correctly, capitalize the starts of your sentences, and use periods and commas. Please revise your application and I will gladly look it over.))
This Internet thing is wild.
Cave Johnson on: Lemons
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuMv86Ov7-8
Things I have been Given:
Dahmunds: 2
Creepahs: 1
Trinitrotoluene: 6
Swimming lazily out into the water, I noticed two things. First off, the body of water wasn't salty, it was fresh. Second, I could see land stretching around it and off into the distance.
~huh. I guess it's a lake, then.~
I pause for a moment, considering my situation.
~The water's warm, the sun's shining and there's nobody else to bother me. This could be a hell of a lot worse.~
With a quick grin, I dive under and swim lazily towards the shallow bottom, looking for fish, or any sort of life. I find it, though not in a welcome way.
A kid of about fourteen or fifteen was splashing through the water in my general direction.
~Abso-lutley wonderful. Y'know, if I had to have company, I would have preffered a curvy girl, or at least any member of the female gender.~
Age: 13
Weapon, armor: She uses a harpoon that is normal, and a dagger. Her normal armor is leather legs, but with an iron chain mail. It isn't flexible, but it is lightweight. Her normal clothes are a paperboy hat, a green smock with a white shirt under it, and a pair of trousers.
Alignment: good.
Special skills: She is ambidextrous, so she can use both hands, she also is very flexible by herself.
Appearance: She is about 4'8" and is tan from working on a fishing boat she has silver eyes, and fiery red hair that she generally keeps back in a small braid. She is strong, but could be overpowered by many older people because of her diminutive stature and youth
bio:She gets no sleep because she has to work all the time on a fishing boat to pay her rent, but recently was thrown out because she lost the landlords wife's sheets when she was supposed clean them. She always pays beggars if she can afford it. She was sitting near the library thinking when she fell in the rift.