Human Survival

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    Ok, so this is a human RPG, just to put that out there. Like in the title, the thread will be about us surviving on a tropical island after our boat broke down. I made this just because I couldn't find anything else like it out in the world of RPG.. the rules are: 1. No power playing. We are on an island to survive, so don't say random crap like "a rainbow unicorn flew from the sky and saved us all!" 2. In order to play you must be accepted by me. Here is the form to fill out :) if you have any questions, you can pm me any time!


    Name:
    Age:
    Looks:
    Personality:
    Important Info:


    Here is mine,


    Name: Nicole
    Age: 12
    Looks: Brown hair, glasses (not the nerdy kind, that's a mean stario type), brown eyes, about 4 1/2 feet tall.
    Personality: Sweet, smart, shy at times, tries her best to make a good impression.
    Important info: Can hardly see a thing without her glasses.. Sadly enough, it's true..

    Name:
    William Stone
    Age:
    13
    Looks:
    Dirty blonde hair with deep sapphire blue eyes.
    Personality:
    Strong, interdependent and extremely helpful are probably Will's most strongest trait. On itelligences wise he isn't a Sherlock Holmes or a John Watson but he does have a standard number of IQ points.
    Important Info:
    Weakness: Will HATES bugs. If he could, he would live in a world where the lives of bugs were illegal and where someone who hates bugs is stranded on a tropical island, well let's just say things aren't going to be a walk in a park. Will also has trouble with building things, he can hunt, scavenge but he can't build a tent or anything that requires assemblence.


    Name:
    Clara Stone
    Age:
    13
    Looks:
    Clara has dark, thick auburn hair but once sun touches it, her hair seems to ignite into a bueatiful copper reds and oranges almost like flames. She also has dark brown eyes.
    Personality:
    Tactical, strategic and intellegent Clara would be a great asset to have if you were stranded but if it has anything to do with heavy lifting... you might want to re think the team. Clara if you would call it is a weakling, she doesn't have any upper body strength, lower body strength or an strength for that matter. But her nice, friendly and welcoming personality seems to balances these traits out so all is good in the end!
    Important Info:
    William and Clara are feturnal twins (is that how you spell that?) and do not like to be referred to as "the twins".

    Hmm.. Lets start in the water,right after our boat had sunk :/


    The water was cold, but warm enough to stay comfortable. Nicole, a 12 year old girl, was on a vacation to boat around the seas, while her family stayed ashore.. This was not whatshe had in mind! She could see an island just a little ways away, enough to swim too.. "What are we going to do! My phone is probably dead with all is water, what about you two?" She asked, thashing around in the water.

    Clara treaded closer towards Nicole and Thomas. "Non of our phones could survive this! But that shouldn't be our main priority, it may seem rather cool in this water but it gets cold extremely fast. We should find something to float on before we die of hypothermia." Clara advised before fearfully looking into the depths of the water. "Or worse!"


    Thomas silently agreed with Clara. He would never say that out loud, they all might be at the brink of death but the pride is still there. Looking around he spotted the island Nicole was looking at. "Let's head over to the island over there!" He pointed.

    Nicole nodded shakily, and started swimming towards the distant island. Clara was right, this water was getting cold fast.. Nicole could feel herself beging to shiver slightly. "Cl-clara, Thomas, wh-what are we going to do once we get to th-the island?" she asked, stuttering..

    Beginning to feel numb, Nicole was nearly within 30 ft from the island. She was cold, and tired, and the thought of never seeing her beloved family and life in the beautiful little town she called home, made her choke on silent sobs that managed to escape her lips..

    "F-find shelter," Clara managed to choke out. Why does the cold always seem to be against her? It's Ivey grasp always wants to drag her into the eternal void of darkness. Now it has taken form of the ocean, trying to pull into the depths of the ocean sea. Her lips began to quiver and turn an alarming shade of violet. She tuned to Thomas who was miraculously better off then her, but the wounds in lifted by the cold still shone. "W-we mustn't g-give up hope!" She yelled. "M-maybe the o-other passengers m-made it t-to the island!"

    Nicole was luckily now within walking depth of the freezing water.. Her arms and legs felt stiff, and the tips of her toes and fingers were turning an odd color she could not identify.. She was younger and slightly smaller than Clara and Thomas, but she prayed that it wouldn't have much more of an effect on her then on them. Nicole had finally reached the shore, where she limply laid herself on the sand, the cold whisper of torture escaping through her blue lips in shaking gasps.

    Thomas gasped a huge sigh of relief as he felt firm ground underneath his feat. Shivering he was, teeth clattering like someone who spent to much time playing in the snow. It took every once of effort just to move his stiff legs, desperation of rest drove him so. Finally he made it to the sandy shores of the island. His legs buckled and he collapsed onto the comforting sands of the island beach, warming him as he lay still. Soon his heavy breathing turned into short pants and finally foud the strength to speak to the others. "Clara?" He choked. "Nicole?"


    Clara lay still as stone beside Thomas, exhausted and scared. Tears stung her eyes and blurred her vision as they threatened to come out. She blinked them away, crying was not going to fix anything. Thomas's weak voice met with her ears and brought comfort of another beings presence. His voice was muffled at first as Clara began to regain her senses. Her brother wanted to know if she was alright. "I'm here" she croaked. Turning her head towards him she saw Nicole not a ways off, laying lifeless on the ground. Panicking she tried to get herself to her feet before she then saw the shallow rising of her chest. Sighing in relief she slumped back on the sand. "What happens now?"

    Nicole was wrong. It did have an effect on her.. Every breath stung her lungs, as it hurt to move. "Cl-Clara! Th-Thomas!" She screamed out, her voice shrill. She struggled to get to her feet, but fell back on the sand.. "Clara,i c-can't get up!" She wailed, her voice cracked with oncoming tears.

    "Nicole!" Clara screamed out in response. Scrambling to her feet Clara dragged herself towards the frightened child and fell next to her. "Shh, it's okay." Clara tried to soothe her. "Your exhausted, you need to rest." Holding her hand she tried to give the girl as much comfort as possible. Her amber gaze fell upon Nicole's face, sparkling, clear tears formed in the 12 year olds eyes. "Don't cry, we'll get you somewhere safe." Clara then turned to Thomas who was already beginning to recover. "Thomas, We have to find some place to rest. Some place dry and warm. The last thing we need is for Nicole to become sick." Clara croaked for her throat was as dry as sand paper.


    Thomas nodded and hauled himself towards the girls and knelt beside Nicole opposite of Clara. "Okay, I'll look for a place. First, let's get Nicole to those tree's," he said pointing tithe direction of the islands tropical forest. "Let's get away from the tide." Thomas turned to Nicole. "Is it okay if I carry you?

    Nicole nodded wearily, embarrassed that a newly 12 year old needed assistants, but she felt nauseated from hypothermia and her limbs felt on fire from the sudden warmth of the sun.. She could feel herself lifted off the ground, so she struggled to pull in her limbs to try and make it easier on Thomas..

    Thomas struggled to carry Nicole over to the forest part of the island. His legs were still weakened and dared to buckle at any moment. Still, he trudged on until he finally made it to the lush trees of the wild island. A rather small clutch of banana trees offered up as good shade and a place where Nicole could pay her back on. Carefully navigating through the harsh leaves and bushes he approached the banana trees and oh so carefully placed Nicole's fragile body next to one of the trees. "There, now you get some rest okay?" Thomas said.

    Nicole nodded feebly, and attempted to swallow down her bitter fear and embarrassment. "Th-thank you," she rasped. "Wh-where are you guys going..?" She asked, shakily taking off her glasses to try and shake off the water droplets. "Pl-please don't leave me alone," she put her wet glasses back on and threw her head back onto the bark of the tree, exausted and frightened.