~Red in the Snow~ (Literate RP)

syndrome • 30 January 2014 at 6:57 PM

Cold air fills your lungs and you see light for the first time in months. The smell of your unkept crate leaks out and the cold, crisp air pours in. Your pupils shrink as they try to get used to the light once again. Some heavy clothes are tossed in and you hear a harsh voice bark "Get dressed and get out." You remember nothing. You question everything. As you pull on your clothes, you step out to see others emerging from crates. A large wall stands amidst the chaos of confused people, standing tall and littered with an assortment of weapons. You have so many questions, but no answers.

~Classified~
The subjects have been released in the test area. My team and I are about to begin our studies. The subjects have had their memories wiped and have been provided with clothing and weaponry. It is estimated that the cold will kill the largest portion. The "hounds" and disease will most likely take care of most of the others. Those who survive will be recruited. The first step of Operation Global Freeze has commenced.
- Sergeant Major Wolf.



You have now entered the training area of Operation Global Freeze, your memory has been erased. Many challenges await you in your search for answers.

RULES:
- No attempting to control another person's character.
- No "know it alls" (your character is not automatically aware of Operation Global Freeze)
- Follow all of the Eggcave Rules.

FORM:

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Weapon of Choice:
Gender:
Personality:

MY FORM:

Name: Amdis Malum

Age: 15

Appearance: Average height, jet black shaggy hair. Piercing blue eyes. Pitch black parka and thermal pants. Large, black leather boots.

Weapon of Choice: Automatic rifle + dual magnums.

Gender: M

Personality: Cold-hearted and unwavering.

PINGS:
@jupiter_hollow
@fluffy
@spiritkoi
@cougar
@sparklefox

jupiter_hollow • 30 January 2014 at 7:02 PM

@plague Omg, you're so preshie, I just can't. ❤️ xD

Name: Gardian Lazul "Catalin"
Age: 17
Appearance: He looks strikingly noble and pure; though definitely lacks the innocence. Catalin has a headful of golden curls, matching his olive skin. His heritage is unknown, though his features look fairly exotic, enough to rule him out as a boy of color. Catalina blue eyes (hence the nickname), lightening almost to light blue on the inside, rimmed white around their pupils. He has a striking gaze, often enhancing the emotions present on his face; mostly anger, which gets tenfold multiplied by his icy glares. He's tall and lean, well built, chiseled body accentuated by a princeling posture -- the puffed out chest and raised chin are ever present in his stance.
Weapon of Choice: I'll have to draw this one, because it's a Wolverine claw type of weapon, only they're blades strapped to his arms; it's complicated. xD It's all fancy.
Gender: Male
Personality: Pride and virtue are the main aspects of his character. Ironic that the two aren't healthily compatible... His pride is his biggest vice, although he strives to achieve it to the fullest, convinced that self-respect (in his case, however, it borders on egocentrism) is the key to all virtues.

Will finish this later, but I will be joining nevertheless.

spiritkoi • 30 January 2014 at 7:08 PM

@plague Ooo, you pinged me! This sounds interesting! 😋

Name: Pam Lee
Age: 14
Appearance: brownish-blackish hair, smaller side in height, dark eyes, gray parka
Weapon of Choice: Machete + knives
Gender: female
Personality: Do I need to do this?

syndrome • 30 January 2014 at 7:12 PM

@juptier_hollow This RP isn't NEARLY as well though out and planned as Sailing the Abyss, but it'll do :B

@spiritkoi Accepted, and no, personality isn't necessary xD

cougar • 30 January 2014 at 7:21 PM

@plague YAY ! I love RPs 😸 .

My Form:
Name : Fexia Chette

Age : 15

Appearance : Long, wavy black hair with a pink and blue stripe. Average height. Black eyes.

Weapon of choice : Automatic Rifle + Sharp Fangs 😋 ( If not, a Bomb 😸 )

Gender : Female

Personality : Untrusting, Cold-Hearted

Oh yeah... How much characters can you make 😸 ??

jupiter_hollow • 30 January 2014 at 7:30 PM

@plague
I'm gonna edit my form later. xD I did whatever I could in ten mins =P

Woah, such young characters...

syndrome • 30 January 2014 at 7:43 PM

@jupiter_hollow Eew, a guy.

@cougar 2 characters is the limit.

We will begin when a few more applicants are accepted.

jupiter_hollow • 30 January 2014 at 7:44 PM

@plague Go die, dude.

If I make a female, she's more likely to kick butt and be a ruthless killer. so stfu XD

syndrome • 30 January 2014 at 7:51 PM

@jupiter_hollow

Why not both?

jupiter_hollow • 30 January 2014 at 7:53 PM

@plague

I don't like rushing things. All in it's time, babe.

@spiritkoi @cougar Hey guys ^^

spiritkoi • 30 January 2014 at 7:55 PM

@jupiter_hollow Hi! 😃

jupiter_hollow • 30 January 2014 at 8:02 PM

@spiritkoi
Hey chickie, nice character

syndrome • 30 January 2014 at 8:08 PM

@jupiter_hollow
@spiritkoi
@cougar

You guys wanna start. I'm bored xP

You should Totes start Jupie.

jupiter_hollow • 30 January 2014 at 8:12 PM

@plague

Dude, my character's not ready. xD

I mean, I know that I do a lot of work in progress characters, but I also don't know how to start. =P

cougar • 30 January 2014 at 8:15 PM

@plague This is my 'other' person 😸

Name : Amore Theff
Age : 14
Appearance : A little shorter than average. A long orange braid and red highlights. Emerald eyes. Yellow parka with jeans.
Weapon of choice : an Axe + mini chainsaw
Gender : F
Personality : Shy, Disloyal ( don't know how to use things )

EDIT :

Name : Fexia Chette
Age : 15
Appearance : Long, wavy Black hair with pink and blue stripe. Average height, Black eyes. Blue and White Parka with jeans.
Weapon of choice : Automatic Rifle + Powerful Sharp Fangs
Gender : F
Personality : Cold-Hearted, Untrustworthy

@jupiter_hollow hewwo 😸

spiritkoi • 30 January 2014 at 8:16 PM

@cougar Fangs?? 😱

syndrome • 30 January 2014 at 8:22 PM

@jupiter_hollow
@spiritkoi
@cougar

All you guys with blades and Amdis is decked out in guns xD

cougar • 30 January 2014 at 8:22 PM

@spiritkoi Yeah.. That's pretty stupid 😋

@plauge 😸 😸

jupiter_hollow • 30 January 2014 at 8:24 PM

@plague

Catalin likes fighting close range. xD I thought guns were kind of mandatory... As in, I doubt anyone would bother fighting long range with a bow -- that's kind of dumb. I simply added a weapon of uniqueness for Cat. So idk. xD Should I add the gun too?

ilovedoctorwho • 30 January 2014 at 8:35 PM

@plague Sorry, I changed the format of the form, is that alright?

{Rae Amerilla}|{14}|{9mm Sturm Ruger + Busse Battle Mistress Knife}|{Female}
{http://passionacademyy.webs.com/rae.jpg
Rae is an ivory-skinned 17 year old girl with freckles dotting her face. Her hair is a fiery, bright ginger, long down to her chest. Rae has bright piercing green eyes. She is bubbly and confident, she doesn't care what people think about her mostly but she can be self conscious at times. She mostly wear tank tops and skirts but sometimes wears skinny jeans and a leather jacket instead - often experimenting with her image. Her mom died when she was 10, she got trapped under a collapsed burning building. This caused Rae to become deathly terrified of fire and goes a little crazy when near it.}

{Izzy Callis}|{16}|{Dual Berettas + M16}|{Female}
{passionacademyy.webs.com/23415866-Anime_Tomboy.jpg
Though she is naturally quite attractive, Izzy usually only wears the typical eyeliner and mascara; not caring to flaunt her appearance any further. Izzy has sort of a hard demeanor and is not easily brought to tears. If someone tries to mess with her, you can be sure that she'll send it back to them ten fold. She enjoys being 'one of the guys' and typically doesn't get along with other girls her own age, seeing that she thinks that most of them are two-faced and conceited. Izzy doesn't care what people thing about her so she typically lives by her own rules. Often not one for sappy romance and such, she tries to avoid relationships. Her father had always taught her to take care of herself and he wasn't the most reliable father. For that reason, and because she had never even met her mother, Izzy had come to be very independent and afraid of commitment.}

Are thay okay? 😸

syndrome • 30 January 2014 at 8:47 PM

@ilovedoctorwho

They're fine, but a bit scantily clad for the climate xD

@jupiter_hollow

I command you to start |D

@cougar 😸

@spiritkoi

Let's get this party started.

jupiter_hollow • 30 January 2014 at 8:49 PM

@plague I will cut you... But fine. Long or short one? Gimme some time either ways. They just now enter the test area, right?

syndrome • 30 January 2014 at 8:51 PM

@jupiter_hollow

Yeah, they just now enter. Long or short, it's fine either way. It is supposed to be a literate rp though.

cougar • 30 January 2014 at 9:17 PM

@plague @jupiter_hollow Ummm... Guys ? Should we just start ? 😸

jupiter_hollow • 30 January 2014 at 9:32 PM

@cougar I was going to... ;-; But I closed the window of my post... And I was writing a big one Dx Agh, I can start again if you guys want a proper intro. Won't take long anyways.

ilovedoctorwho • 30 January 2014 at 10:29 PM

@jupiter_hollow
Breaker 😸
@plague Yeah... I should probably change their clothing choices x3

jupiter_hollow • 30 January 2014 at 10:48 PM

@plague
@cougar
@spiritkoi
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Eight hours spent between the confining tightness of four wooden walls with barely enough breathing space available amongst the jumble of his sweat slicked limbs, scorched by the unbearable heat, had left him angry and exhausted, as well as sporting a few cramps. The humidity was unbearably prominant and what few rays of sunlight filtered through the cracks in the boards only served to add to his annoyance and make him more irritable.
It wasn't until the lid of his longterm prison was tipped over, allowing the fresh air to enter his breathing space in large whiffs, that he actively bustled at last and jolted up, eyes snapping open.
The open space came alive in a wash of psychedelic colors; his prolonged time drowning in the dim light of the crate had left his pupils widely blown to let in as much light as possible and get accustomed to the darkness -- now, his eyes received a skyfull of light that left him temporarily blind and very much in pain. He coiled back into the crate quickly, then shut his eyes tight, hoping to restore at least some of his proper sight soon.

His mind was racing, searching for a reason why he was here or what he had been brought for. He was fully capable of making an educated guess or deduction, but shortly realized he didn't have any facts or useful memories to his disposal, which he needed to make said deduction from. His mind's memory storage was entirely empty and soon he came to a firm conclusion -- he couldn't remember a thing...

The slap of the clothing against his bare back jolted him out of thought and he whipped around to see two backlit figures standing by his crate.

Uncoiling from himself, Catalin rose.

In retrospect, he liked to think he had looked indignant while putting the distasteful garb over his stark naked body, but then again, dressing hunched over in a wooden box wasn't the epitome of dignity. Neither was standing nude in front of ten others present in the crates scattered about.

He hadn't taken notice of his partners in fate, having been too focused in evaluating his surroundings and inspecting what he was presented with. He tried not to feel too embarassed when he did see the rest of them; then did a halfassed job at covering himself up and transferred his attention elsewhere, mainly with the intent to avoid any uncomfortable eye contact after coming out of wooden crate butt naked. Quite the turnout that would've been...

He exhaled sharply, threading a hand through his curls while his eyes zoomed in on the wallfull of metal. The weapons were distributed evenly, classified in groups of firearms, blades, Melee weapons, premodern combat weapons and so on, presumably laid out for the choosing.

From the terrain's appearance and the varying array of army men spred out over the area, as well as the drab rags he'd been given, he could rule out only one plausible guess - he wasn't here of his own free will.

syndrome • 30 January 2014 at 11:06 PM

@jupiter_hollow
@cougar
@spiritkoi
@ilovedoctorwho

Amdis jolted out of his half-consciousness when his lid was pried open, revealing unbearable amounts of light. He drew back and gave his eyes a few minutes to become acclimated. He was instantly stricken with the harsh cold that seemed to leap into his once warm prison. He felt the cold against his bare skin and tiny goosebumps began to form.

A burly man tossed in a set of clothing that seemed to be designed to fit his interests. But wait, did he have any interests. A sharp, piercing pain shot through his head when he tried to remember, to no avail. He dressed quickly and stumbled out into the snow.

He was assaulted with a barrage of other half-naked people emerging from similar crates. He couldn't help but to be totally confused. He did have his wits about him though, and deducted that it would probably be a good idea to obtain some weaponry from the massive wall that stood before him while the pickings were still good. Having little knowledge about weapons, Amdis slowly picked out an automatic rifle of discernible model and holstered two magnums.

He watched as strange men clad in military attire dragged away the bodies of men and women that were not as fortunate as he. The smell of several unwashed humans stung at his nostrils, and the cold nipped at his bare fingers.

jupiter_hollow • 2 February 2014 at 5:20 PM

@plague @cougar @spiritkoi @ilovedoctorwho
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She was fully awake. During the expanse of their journey from place A to place B, she'd groggily awoken and put her entire effort into pulling her own muddled mind out of semi-conscious state, despite the hardy circumstances. The crate was blazing with heat and the sun was shining in her eyes; not to mention the nauseating feeling she got every time the vehicle or transporting thingamagig/whatchamacallit/who-cares-anyway encountered a bump.
This rightfully implied that at the time of their arrival, she was fully aware of everything going on around her. The sounds and voices were unintelligible, dulled by the drug-induced dizziness. The crate was heavily illuminated by a presumably bright sun and she absentmindedly wondered if she'd go blind if she were to peek between the badly strung together planks. Because Keira intended dong just that -- she wanted to take a look of her surroundings. The process of getting accustomed to intense light shining right into your eye was morbid, but after a while, she began distinguishing shapes and figures, all backlit by the sun. She couldn't register faces, nor any recognizable or distinctive voices, but the terrain was visibly rough and the outlines of a wall looed over her vision. An arena?
As if on queue, the lid flew open just seconds after that guess.
Drawing back, she sat with her knees drawn up, fully covering herself.
Being one of the few fully conscious prisoners, she warily waited in her crate, instead of jolting out like a newborn -- nude and stupid, all the wise.
Her patience was rewarded with a set of clothes and a scarf that she immediatelly put on first, arms guided by an unruly habitual insinct to cover her face. After doing that, she sighed into the fabric, dragging a hand through her hair; then continued to dress herself.

She emerged soon, stood a while in her crate while inspecting the aready known surroundings, then clambered out of it when she noticed the weapons. The space she was in suspiciously resembled an arena and this heavily implied she may be forced to stand against someone. Being a weakling in entirety, she darted forward to arm herself as fast as she could.
Her first choice was a dagger, which she tucked under her belt and then she grabbed the lightest machinegun she could find.
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Catalin reached the gathering of weapons as soon as the crazy-haired female did. He had exited his crate and slowly sauntered over to the wall, while she had darted towards it when he was hlfway there. They took their first choice of weapon simultaneously, shoulder to shoulder, and ended up locking eyes. The difference in height, weight and eyecolor was striking, her eyes wide and eyebrows set warily, while his gaze was the eptiome of calmness.
She blinked away, continuing to gather weapons. Was she shallow enough to think hoarding weapons would provide her the safety and upper hand strength had. The little foolish thin was mistaken.
He looked away, unhooking the large pair of blades from the wall, then glanced at the straps on them.
He was shortly sporting a pair of metallic armplates with sharp edges just barely peeking from the sleeves he'd hid them beneath.
The clothes on him were slightly big for his buff body and his shoulders strained against the fabric, forcing him to shrug them upwards slightly so they wouldn't rip his shirt apart. The jacket was also tight and uncomfortable, so he briefly retrieed a dagger from the wall and cut both garments at the shoulder -- just enough so he could expand his shoulders as much as he wanted to; then returned the weapon to its place.

lolpeaceoutlol • 2 February 2014 at 5:38 PM

Name: Emily Duke
Age: 16
Appearance: Rather pretty, has light freckles across her face. She has wavy brown hair that goes about half way down her back. Has an hour glass shaped body with brown eyes.
Weapon of Choice: Katana, but also likes pistols
Gender: Female
Personality: Emily is smart, and is quick to adjust to things. She usually doesn't think before she does things which can lead her into trouble. She tends to prefer to be around people. Really puts herself out there, but also sneaky at times.
Power: pyrokinesis