The world is at war. Instead of countries, the world is split into different races. North America is for the cyborgs, the south is for Animalopious, the half animal people. Humans reside in Asia. Australia is home to Plantias people, the plant people. Europe is home to Cendric people. These people are evil and corrupted. And lastly, Africa holds the Elementalist, People of the elements. They are at war in the year 3045.
You? You are a soldier for one of the races, you just set out on a large battleship to fight for the Pacific. Whoever controls this gets a bounty of food.
You are sitting with your comrades. You are in a elite navel ship about to attack in 20 mins. You are talking with comerades before you hear a loud siren. You here the captain yell: "GET DOWN NOW, LARGE ROC-" His voice is stopped by a ear piercing crash. Equipment rolls onto the floor. He then yells again, "NO TIME TO EXPLAIN! JUST GET DOWN AND DON'T MOV-" A large rock pierces the engine, sending a large blast through the whole ship. The last you see of the captain is inside a fiery inferno. The ship quickly floods and is caught on fire.You first grab one supply hoping it will help. You get on deck to see blazing flames everywhere. Before you can look around, the gas tank explodes and the whole ship blows up. You and a few soldiers are sent flying, You are hit with a shard of steel in the head, knocking you out.
You wake up on a beach, your head is hurting, and slightly bleeding, you have a sunburn on your neck and you get up. The first thing you do is check your backpack, you have a small pistol, a knife, 6 bullets, a first aid kit, a small survival pack, (Water and food for about 7 days) and your item you grabbed. You do not know where you are. This does not look like Earth.. Where are you and how did you get here?
Other info you will need.
Application:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Race:
Skills:
Fears:
Bio:
Other information:
What did you grab?
Races:
Animalorph: Half animals half humans.
Plantis: Half plant.
Cyborg: An improved human.
Human: Natural race, you can become a different race later if you get a chance.
Elemantis: Fit for surviving in the harsh winters, hot heat or rocky mountains,or even on the wet swamps, depending on the element chosen (Fire, Water, Ice, Earth)
Cendr: Evil and corrupted. Bound to get into trouble a lot.
Rules:
No op skills or tribes
You need to have a fear you will find.
Include the word "Bee" in your app.
You cannot kill yourself or others, you can die though.
No inappropriate things.
Remember, even though it is 3045 you still must start with the supplies you have and collect.
Use (()) for off topic things.
To build a tribe: The goal is to build a successful tribe and lead it to glory. You must survive nature, wars, and plagues. The first person to post for every ship gets to make a tribe.
Tribe app:
Name of tribe:
Land:
Skills:
Beliefs:
A brief description:
Lands: Each race sends out 2 ships. The first to post in every race can be a tribe leader and select a land to build on. Lands will change over time, So if you get a perfect land don't expect it to stay perfect or vise versa. Ships will come with more demand.
You will only be able to choose your land one time and only once. You do not know what the land is. Each one is unique.
Exception to the killing rule: If a tribe's people become angry, they can start an overthrow with 3 people. You can win by killing all the rebels, killing all the tribe and its leader, fixing the problem, or giving the leadership to the rebel leader. You must have a good reason to do so.
Sacrifices: You can sacrifice to me, the creator of the world to help you. I can summon Earthquakes, make plagues, and weaken people.
Disasters: Solar flare: Cyborgs weakened.
Fleas: Animalorph weakened.
Weeds: Plantis weakened.
Elemental Fury (Heat wave, Geo heat, Drought, Heavy rain, for each type): Elemantis weakened.
Plagues: Humans weakened.
Global Light: Cendr weakened. (Cendr hate light, they feel better and safer in the shadows)
I use (()) for off topic, [[]] for Earth news, and nothing for RP
And that lists them. Good luck!
I am acting as the creator, I will decide whether to accept you or not and I will decide events such as disasters or plagues. I do not control anyone.
You should first work on learning about your land and getting food and shelter to start a village
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A very Smart, Strong and very Annoying one of a kind, Nyanja. If you dont know what that is, please contact my cousin, Nyan cat.
Name: Astrid Gray Age: 29 Gender: Female Appearance: Tall and bulky. Most of her muscles are in her shoulders thanks to her large bat wings. Her ears are bat ears, as well. She has skin that looks almost grey. Her eyes are amber, and have a warm quality to them. Her hair is ragged from neglect, and is a brown color. Her fingers are more like claws. Personality: Astrid is a bit bipolar. She is happy and ecstatic one hour and quiet and reclusive the next. Because of the species she is, she naturally avoids the sun. She gets terrible migraines from being in the sun too long. She will happily talk your ear off about the war if you give her the chance. She is morphed with a vampire bat, so she hungers for blood and meat. Race: Animalorph Skills: Flight, hunting, echolocation, nocturnal. Fears: Bees, Sunlight, cyborgs, hawks, large cats, cannibalism. Bio: She lived a normal life as a member of the Animalorph race before the war completely broke out. Her parents were murdered by a rouge cyborg with metal horns and black eyes. She joined the army as soon as she could. Other information: Nah.
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Jennifer lost the war today, the fire burns and rains.
Name: Astrid Gray Age: 29 Gender: Female Appearance: Tall and bulky. Most of her muscles are in her shoulders thanks to her large bat wings. Her ears are bat ears, as well. She has skin that looks almost grey. Her eyes are amber, and have a warm quality to them. Her hair is ragged from neglect, and is a brown color. Her fingers are more like claws. Personality: Astrid is a bit bipolar. She is happy and ecstatic one hour and quiet and reclusive the next. Because of the species she is, she naturally avoids the sun. She gets terrible migraines from being in the sun too long. She will happily talk your ear off about the war if you give her the chance. She is morphed with a vampire bat, so she hungers for blood and meat. Race: Animalorph Skills: Flight, hunting, echolocation, nocturnal. Fears: Bees, Sunlight, cyborgs, hawks, large cats, cannibalism. Bio: She lived a normal life as a member of the Animalorph race before the war completely broke out. Her parents were murdered by a rouge cyborg with metal horns and black eyes. She joined the army as soon as she could. Other information: Nah.
You forgot to read the secret word in rules, I did make a few last min. changes though, So its okay. Just this once xD You are also able to make the first Animalorph tribe. Over time more ships will come, So no worries others xD They will come with demand.
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A very Smart, Strong and very Annoying one of a kind, Nyanja. If you dont know what that is, please contact my cousin, Nyan cat.
Name of tribe: Land: Alatisose Skills: Hunting, flight, and being nocturnal are preferred. Beliefs:Technology that takes over life is evil. Cyborgs are the demons. A brief description: A tribe that is mostly secluded. Depending on your race, they will be neutral or hostile. They mostly fear cyborgs, and will try to kill them on sight.
That is okay. I've done that to so many people before.
You might want to add a specific section for the grabbed item. I noticed I forgot to put mine. Astrid grabbed a bottle of her anti-psychotic medication. She has enough to last a month.
Age: Adult Kabandar (8yo.)
Gender: Male
Appearance: (as in sprite, but is taller than a human and wear normal clothes.)
Personality: Likes to be leader most of times, except when there is an important decision to be made. Is brave and powerfull when he knows the enemy, but doesn't like to fight the unknown.
Race: Animalorph! BEEEEEP!
Skills: Running long distances, Swimming, Hunting and Tribal-tools making (or survival in general)
Fears: Disease, Fighting for a long time, being caged.
Bio: When his fathers, Kabandars Family, let him to decide the profission, he was kind of confused, and following his leading instincts, wrote his name on the Animalorph navy with the goal of being respected and reach a position of lead on the government. The problem is, the Shipwreck destroyed all of his possibilities of that ever occuring.
Other information: BEE.
What did you grab? Warm clothing and a bag with little food.
All accepted. Yale and Lucky, only one of you can make a tribe or join one.
lap, you can make the first Cyborg colony. Please choose a different land.
Alatisose - A small mountians region. A long wide river flows in the middle of the land. The air is warm, but in the mountains it is freezing. Flat areas are on the mountains near the peak. Good luck!
Dangers: Small rat like creatures live in the caves of the mountains. They have long claws and sharp teeth. No poison, so free to eat!
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A very Smart, Strong and very Annoying one of a kind, Nyanja. If you dont know what that is, please contact my cousin, Nyan cat.
Barbadon - A vast plains region. Borders Alatisose, the borders carry leftover water from Alatisose. Dry cracked ground scatters the region, except for the borders. Good thing is you have a lot of hill protection and flat ground!
Dangers: Grate Snakes, they live in large cracks in the ground and live in colonies of 5-10, a colony will eat a whole human. The end of the tail is poison, the rest is tasty!
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A very Smart, Strong and very Annoying one of a kind, Nyanja. If you dont know what that is, please contact my cousin, Nyan cat.
- Wh.. Goddamnit. - Am i shipwrecked? Like in the movies? He tought for a moment. No tought could bare his excitement for this "adventure" but.. It feels kind of depressive too. And if i die here? And.. If i never see my family again? Goddamnit, why am i thinking so much? A good man is made of actions, not words.
The little Kabandar starts to collect some sticks, stones and pieces that could be used on buildings and tools.. And for the dinner, he'll not have to hunt for a while, because of the food on the backpack.
Docile and amicable, although moderately cocky, Bamidele socialize with others with ease. Sly in the choice of words, many consider him philanderer; and his major problematic attribute is basically the self sufficiency and haughtiness.
Race: That dude that controls element.
Skills:
Velocity, dexterity with melee weapons and survival skill in regions sparse of water or food with above-average temperatures.
Controls the water element and is able to distill it from absolutely anything that actually has any of it. Bamidele is also able to control the streams in a primitive form, which equals to a feeble control.there are man-animal but cant even control the goddamn water
Fears: Bees, fire in general, ghosts, insects larger than two inches.
Biography:
Raised in a lakefront medium town located on former Democratic Republic of Congo, Bamidele has discovered his element controlling power when he was still an infant. Tanganyika was an interesting region for him to train his powers and he was able to control the water outflow courses to attain farther regions from water sources and irrigate fertile soils that weren't usable due to lack of watering. This brought minimal peace and safety to the town and soon his power crafted a thriving region, as all other elementalists were merely fire controllers. The government, suffocated and engulfed in the desire of being victorious in the war, has obliged the boy to enlist in the military and the forces were able to exploit his power - one of the one hundred waterbenders.
Bamidele's duty was to cross a minimal fleet through a bay, which would reward in a strategic point. Near the shores, the fleet was sunk and most of the crew were slaughtered. However, Bamidele and a few more people were able to survive and achieve the status of stranded, most importantly, alive.
Other: Nothing.
Inventory:
All that crap and a rusty, aged and weakened rustic machete that has capacity to chop through steel.
The astonishing scenery perceived by the eyesight and the natural sounds of gurgling subterranean water flows were merely benediction near what was about to come. Surviving in a midst of nowhere seems to be classified as a grateful luck, stranding on an island that mostly resembled to Caribbean islets, then. There's no price built-in on the turquoise translucent water or the leafy treetops that were composed almost entirely of green palm trees and common oaks. Occasionally the slender birch trunk was visible amongst the brownish view of the forest's entrance.
Bamidele, lying unconsciously on the tender sands of the beach, rose his head. His eyes, expressing confusion. For a moment, his thoughts were considering he had reached heaven, assuming the lush view he was looking at. Suddenly, a cHronic migraine caused by the preceding events began to twinge in the back of his skull, possibly in the region of the cerebellum. He rubbed his eyes to ensure his sight was indeed real rather than a miraculous mirage. In a few seconds, Bamidele would find himself lying on the sands of a desert whose proportions were equalled to the insupportable conditions of Dasht-e Lut. Fortunately, this option wasn't the actual happening and he was positively on a paradisaical nowhere.
Taking long breaks to become aware of his situation, he yawned silently to himself. "Jesus, looks like the ship has been taken down." Bamidele whistled as he located each remaining havoc aground on the shores, rusty scrap and smoking metals whose fumes were slowly extinguished by the periodic waves. There were plenty of other remaining parts; a broken brown radio that got most of its components seared by the brine, the iron plate that was used as bulwark and countless unrecognizable materials. He staggered, unstable, between the warworn warship's rests until he sighed something quite awkward collecting items throughout the region. It was some sort of wolf, or mostly precise, a werewolf. It was apparently rational, something quite pleasuring for him. Not a threat, especially with such huge size.
Bamidele swung his arm on the air, trying to conquer the creature's attention. "Hey there!" He exclaimed to the skies, gazing straightly at the wolf, "Hey! Are you a stranded?". This could have been a suicidal act if they weren't stuck on an untrodden region; consequently lacking in enemies, though Bamidele didn't regard the possibility of being executed. He'd probably be stuck on the paradise nowhere for a long while, and an alleviation such as this one ... No, Bamidele reprehended himself, no suicidal thoughts whilst, at least, located on nowhere.
You? You are a soldier for one of the races, you just set out on a large battleship to fight for the Pacific. Whoever controls this gets a bounty of food.
You are sitting with your comrades. You are in a elite navel ship about to attack in 20 mins. You are talking with comerades before you hear a loud siren. You here the captain yell: "GET DOWN NOW, LARGE ROC-" His voice is stopped by a ear piercing crash. Equipment rolls onto the floor. He then yells again, "NO TIME TO EXPLAIN! JUST GET DOWN AND DON'T MOV-" A large rock pierces the engine, sending a large blast through the whole ship. The last you see of the captain is inside a fiery inferno. The ship quickly floods and is caught on fire.You first grab one supply hoping it will help. You get on deck to see blazing flames everywhere. Before you can look around, the gas tank explodes and the whole ship blows up. You and a few soldiers are sent flying, You are hit with a shard of steel in the head, knocking you out.
You wake up on a beach, your head is hurting, and slightly bleeding, you have a sunburn on your neck and you get up. The first thing you do is check your backpack, you have a small pistol, a knife, 6 bullets, a first aid kit, a small survival pack, (Water and food for about 7 days) and your item you grabbed. You do not know where you are. This does not look like Earth.. Where are you and how did you get here?
Other info you will need.
Application:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Race:
Skills:
Fears:
Bio:
Other information:
What did you grab?
Races:
Animalorph: Half animals half humans.
Plantis: Half plant.
Cyborg: An improved human.
Human: Natural race, you can become a different race later if you get a chance.
Elemantis: Fit for surviving in the harsh winters, hot heat or rocky mountains,or even on the wet swamps, depending on the element chosen (Fire, Water, Ice, Earth)
Cendr: Evil and corrupted. Bound to get into trouble a lot.
Rules:
No op skills or tribes
You need to have a fear you will find.
Include the word "Bee" in your app.
You cannot kill yourself or others, you can die though.
No inappropriate things.
Remember, even though it is 3045 you still must start with the supplies you have and collect.
Use (()) for off topic things.
To build a tribe: The goal is to build a successful tribe and lead it to glory. You must survive nature, wars, and plagues. The first person to post for every ship gets to make a tribe.
Tribe app:
Name of tribe:
Land:
Skills:
Beliefs:
A brief description:
Lands: Each race sends out 2 ships. The first to post in every race can be a tribe leader and select a land to build on. Lands will change over time, So if you get a perfect land don't expect it to stay perfect or vise versa. Ships will come with more demand.
You will only be able to choose your land one time and only once. You do not know what the land is. Each one is unique.
Narmandies
Alatisose
Barbadon
Moundashain
Planeion
Virem
Sirf
Exception to the killing rule: If a tribe's people become angry, they can start an overthrow with 3 people. You can win by killing all the rebels, killing all the tribe and its leader, fixing the problem, or giving the leadership to the rebel leader. You must have a good reason to do so.
Sacrifices: You can sacrifice to me, the creator of the world to help you. I can summon Earthquakes, make plagues, and weaken people.
Disasters: Solar flare: Cyborgs weakened.
Fleas: Animalorph weakened.
Weeds: Plantis weakened.
Elemental Fury (Heat wave, Geo heat, Drought, Heavy rain, for each type): Elemantis weakened.
Plagues: Humans weakened.
Global Light: Cendr weakened. (Cendr hate light, they feel better and safer in the shadows)
And that lists them. Good luck!
I am acting as the creator, I will decide whether to accept you or not and I will decide events such as disasters or plagues. I do not control anyone.
You should first work on learning about your land and getting food and shelter to start a village
Mini Nova.
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Appearance: Tall and bulky. Most of her muscles are in her shoulders thanks to her large bat wings. Her ears are bat ears, as well. She has skin that looks almost grey. Her eyes are amber, and have a warm quality to them. Her hair is ragged from neglect, and is a brown color. Her fingers are more like claws.
Personality: Astrid is a bit bipolar. She is happy and ecstatic one hour and quiet and reclusive the next. Because of the species she is, she naturally avoids the sun. She gets terrible migraines from being in the sun too long. She will happily talk your ear off about the war if you give her the chance. She is morphed with a vampire bat, so she hungers for blood and meat.
Race: Animalorph
Skills: Flight, hunting, echolocation, nocturnal.
Fears: Bees, Sunlight, cyborgs, hawks, large cats, cannibalism.
Bio: She lived a normal life as a member of the Animalorph race before the war completely broke out. Her parents were murdered by a rouge cyborg with metal horns and black eyes. She joined the army as soon as she could.
Other information: Nah.
You forgot to read the secret word in rules, I did make a few last min. changes though, So its okay. Just this once xD You are also able to make the first Animalorph tribe. Over time more ships will come, So no worries others xD They will come with demand.
Mini Nova.
And this is the tribe:
Name of tribe:
Land: Alatisose
Skills: Hunting, flight, and being nocturnal are preferred.
Beliefs:Technology that takes over life is evil. Cyborgs are the demons.
A brief description: A tribe that is mostly secluded. Depending on your race, they will be neutral or hostile. They mostly fear cyborgs, and will try to kill them on sight.
Whoops.. Fail. I was deciding on what word to choose and I thought I chose cookie .-.
Mini Nova.
You might want to add a specific section for the grabbed item. I noticed I forgot to put mine. Astrid grabbed a bottle of her anti-psychotic medication. She has enough to last a month.
Mini Nova.
Rrfalt
Age: Adult Kabandar (8yo.)
Gender: Male
Appearance: (as in sprite, but is taller than a human and wear normal clothes.)
Personality: Likes to be leader most of times, except when there is an important decision to be made. Is brave and powerfull when he knows the enemy, but doesn't like to fight the unknown.
Race: Animalorph! BEEEEEP!
Skills: Running long distances, Swimming, Hunting and Tribal-tools making (or survival in general)
Fears: Disease, Fighting for a long time, being caged.
Bio: When his fathers, Kabandars Family, let him to decide the profission, he was kind of confused, and following his leading instincts, wrote his name on the Animalorph navy with the goal of being respected and reach a position of lead on the government. The problem is, the Shipwreck destroyed all of his possibilities of that ever occuring.
Other information: BEE.
What did you grab? Warm clothing and a bag with little food.
lap, you can make the first Cyborg colony. Please choose a different land.
Alatisose - A small mountians region. A long wide river flows in the middle of the land. The air is warm, but in the mountains it is freezing. Flat areas are on the mountains near the peak. Good luck!
Dangers: Small rat like creatures live in the caves of the mountains. They have long claws and sharp teeth. No poison, so free to eat!
Mini Nova.
Dangers: Grate Snakes, they live in large cracks in the ground and live in colonies of 5-10, a colony will eat a whole human. The end of the tail is poison, the rest is tasty!
Mini Nova.
The little Kabandar starts to collect some sticks, stones and pieces that could be used on buildings and tools.. And for the dinner, he'll not have to hunt for a while, because of the food on the backpack.
Age: 22.
Gender: Male.
Appearance:
Personality:
Docile and amicable, although moderately cocky, Bamidele socialize with others with ease. Sly in the choice of words, many consider him philanderer; and his major problematic attribute is basically the self sufficiency and haughtiness.
Race: That dude that controls element.
Skills:
Velocity, dexterity with melee weapons and survival skill in regions sparse of water or food with above-average temperatures.
Controls the water element and is able to distill it from absolutely anything that actually has any of it. Bamidele is also able to control the streams in a primitive form, which equals to a feeble control.there are man-animal but cant even control the goddamn waterFears: Bees, fire in general, ghosts, insects larger than two inches.
Biography:
Raised in a lakefront medium town located on former Democratic Republic of Congo, Bamidele has discovered his element controlling power when he was still an infant. Tanganyika was an interesting region for him to train his powers and he was able to control the water outflow courses to attain farther regions from water sources and irrigate fertile soils that weren't usable due to lack of watering. This brought minimal peace and safety to the town and soon his power crafted a thriving region, as all other elementalists were merely fire controllers. The government, suffocated and engulfed in the desire of being victorious in the war, has obliged the boy to enlist in the military and the forces were able to exploit his power - one of the one hundred waterbenders.
Bamidele's duty was to cross a minimal fleet through a bay, which would reward in a strategic point. Near the shores, the fleet was sunk and most of the crew were slaughtered. However, Bamidele and a few more people were able to survive and achieve the status of stranded, most importantly, alive.
Other: Nothing.
Inventory:
All that crap and a rusty, aged and weakened rustic machete that has capacity to chop through steel.
I think we have enough people to get started, so from now on:
(()) for off topic
[[]] For Earth news
None for RP
Mini Nova.
The astonishing scenery perceived by the eyesight and the natural sounds of gurgling subterranean water flows were merely benediction near what was about to come. Surviving in a midst of nowhere seems to be classified as a grateful luck, stranding on an island that mostly resembled to Caribbean islets, then. There's no price built-in on the turquoise translucent water or the leafy treetops that were composed almost entirely of green palm trees and common oaks. Occasionally the slender birch trunk was visible amongst the brownish view of the forest's entrance.
Bamidele, lying unconsciously on the tender sands of the beach, rose his head. His eyes, expressing confusion. For a moment, his thoughts were considering he had reached heaven, assuming the lush view he was looking at. Suddenly, a cHronic migraine caused by the preceding events began to twinge in the back of his skull, possibly in the region of the cerebellum. He rubbed his eyes to ensure his sight was indeed real rather than a miraculous mirage. In a few seconds, Bamidele would find himself lying on the sands of a desert whose proportions were equalled to the insupportable conditions of Dasht-e Lut. Fortunately, this option wasn't the actual happening and he was positively on a paradisaical nowhere.
Taking long breaks to become aware of his situation, he yawned silently to himself. "Jesus, looks like the ship has been taken down." Bamidele whistled as he located each remaining havoc aground on the shores, rusty scrap and smoking metals whose fumes were slowly extinguished by the periodic waves. There were plenty of other remaining parts; a broken brown radio that got most of its components seared by the brine, the iron plate that was used as bulwark and countless unrecognizable materials. He staggered, unstable, between the warworn warship's rests until he sighed something quite awkward collecting items throughout the region. It was some sort of wolf, or mostly precise, a werewolf. It was apparently rational, something quite pleasuring for him. Not a threat, especially with such huge size.
Bamidele swung his arm on the air, trying to conquer the creature's attention. "Hey there!" He exclaimed to the skies, gazing straightly at the wolf, "Hey! Are you a stranded?". This could have been a suicidal act if they weren't stuck on an untrodden region; consequently lacking in enemies, though Bamidele didn't regard the possibility of being executed. He'd probably be stuck on the paradise nowhere for a long while, and an alleviation such as this one ... No, Bamidele reprehended himself, no suicidal thoughts whilst, at least, located on nowhere.