forum at the end of the world (4/4 closed!)
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@MusicElle-is-here

You sit in your house, listening to the radio, because the power stopped working and you happened to have one in the basement. The man speaking says that the power outage is just a one-time thing and not to worry, but he doesn’t sound calm. That night as you’re sleeping, you begin to feel strange. At first you think it’s just a dream, until you wake up to find your family dead. You turn on the radio. Nothing but static. As you wander around, maybe you see one or two survivors, but most people don’t seem to have made it. What happened? No one knows. Now people are banding together to survive, as the world crumbles into anarchy as people discover something about the survivors—they are developing powers. Now you have found a group, but you have to figure out what is happening and how to stop it from happening again (and not kill each other in the process) before it’s too late.

So, this is just an apocalyptic rp with some powers and a ragtag group of teens/young adults (I was thinking probably 16-21 for age range). Our characters have just banded together for survival but don’t know each well and throughout the course of this rp they have to learn to work together and figure out how not to die.

RULES

  1. No godmodding/controlling others’ characters/knowing more than your character should
  2. Cursing is fine, violence is fine, romance is fine, but nothing too graphic (I’ll let you know if it is.)
  3. Be nice ooc, though your character can definitely be mean to the other people’s characters
  4. No automatic hits/dodging in action scenes
    5. This will be rated PG-16 so if you’re uncomfy with that then don’t join

That’s all! I’ll put up a template when people join!

@just_call-me-Exis

Let me know if you need anything else!

Dallas glanced up from her map, noting a nearby food stall with curiosity. The sign said ‘Galette Stand’, and with a small frown she looked up the word on her device. “A flat round cake, huh?” she murmured to herself, before pocketing her device and turning to the stand again. She walked up to the person running the stand, offering a respectful “Good morning” before ordering one of the pastries. Her mouth watered a bit at the smell, and it wasn’t long before Chimchar popped out of his pokeball to investigate.

Dallas smiled at his eagerness as he clambered onto her shoulder, sniffing the air hungrily. He turned to her pleadingly, and she forced her face into a neutral expression. “Don’t look at me like that. You already had breakfast this morning,” she scolded, and his tail drooped disappointedly.

The trainer rolled her eyes in amusement and retrieved her order with a thanks, already dividing the round cake into little pieces for her whole team to try. Before she could leave, the person manning the stand surprised her by giving her a free bottle of MooMoo milk along with her order. Something about ordering less than an hour after the galettes had been baked. She thanked him again and turned to the nearest bench, which happened to be outside of a nearby shop.

She let her team out and handed the excited Chimchar his piece, first, before giving the others theirs. Gible and Espeon didn’t seem to like it quite as much as the others, but they still refused to let anyone else come near their share which was, well, normal.

They all finished up their snack and Dallas had them return to their pokeballs while she went to explore the city further. After a while of walking and nearly getting lost, she happened upon a small shop simply called ‘Herboriste’. Upon further inspection, they appeared to sell herbal medicines, so she decided to wander in and look around for a bit.

@just_call-me-Exis

For clarification, what kind of powers are developing? Can it be anything (overpowered aside)? Also do you have a template or can I just fill out a separate one?

@MusicElle-is-here

i’ll make a template rn! as for powers, it can be anything from glowing like a glow stick to controlling fire to turning invisible. basically as long as you’re not op about it, anything goes!

@MusicElle-is-here

here’s a template:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
Power/mutation:
Backstory: (can be as short or as descriptive as you like; can also include how your character knows other characters if you would like and anyone is free to have a precious relationship with my character like a classmate or rival or whatever)

@spacebluelily language

This was from a fandom RP I was in before it died.

Sherlock ducked under the bright yellow police tape with a fuming John Watson behind him. He could literally hear him cursing, even if his companion wasn’t doing said thing.

“Bloody hell, Sherlock! Do you have any idea what you just did!? You just pissed off at least half of Scotland Yard! Lestrade included! Do you really think after tonight, they’ll let you help with cases?” John said as he tried to keep up with his friend’s long strides.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and adjusted his blue scarf. “Scotland Yard is nothing without me. Lestrade will be begging for my help in no time. He’ll be letting me help with the cases he and his team can’t solve in a couple of weeks, or in a month at the very least. This has happened before, John.”

John snorted. “As if. Greg wouldn’t beg for your help. You on the other hand, you’d probably annoy the poor man to let you help with the cases. Because I know you. You get extremely bored without a interesting case, which leads you shooting the poor wall or getting another drug overdose!”

The two man walked through the streets of London heading to 221B Baker Street. They passed a Chinese restaurant and John stopped in his tracks. Sherlock started talking to John, but stopped when he noticed he wasn’t responding. He looked to his side and noticed John was there anymore. He stopped and looked around and finally spotted him near the Chinese restaurant. Sherlock sighed and made his way over to John.

“John, it’s late. I’m tried, surprisingly enough, and I just want to go home. We can eat something in the morning. Perhaps Mrs. Hudson would be nice enough to make us some breakfast or—“

John had stopped him by putting a hand in the air. “Sherlock, look.” John said as he indicated to a swirly portal looking thing that was standing three feet away from them. “What is that?” John asked.

“What the hell?” Sherlock blinked and rubbed his eyes. “Are. . we. . “ Sherlock spun around, trying to find the cause why they were seeing that portal. It could be a gas, like back at Baskerville when they saw that hound. When he saw nothing he looked back at the portal. “Is that. . .a. . .what are those things called in those superheroes movies people like to watch?”

“Portals,” John responded. “Like the ones from Marvel. Like those yellow sparkly portals Doctor Strange makes.” John noticed Sherlock was giving him a quizzical look. “What? Do you really expect me to do nothing when you leave? I have to keep myself entertained. It just happens that my meaning of entertainment is watching Doctor Who and Marvel movies.” John said with a shrug.

John, being the curious man he was, started to walk towards the portal. Perhaps this was a special affect for a movie. Though, John didn’t see any cameras or actors anywhere. Sherlock cautiously followed John. As soon as John was only centimetres from the portal, the portal sucked him in.

“JOHN!” Sherlock screamed as he went through the portal, wanting to save his best friend. The portal closed on the side of London, but it opened somewhere else in the world.

John and Sherlock stumbled out of the portal and out into the middle of a park. Sherlock quickly looked around, and noticed they were no longer in London. One, it was extremely bright and sunny and second, he didn’t see the Big Ben or the London Eye anywhere. One thing he knew was that they were still in fact on earth. But he didn’t know where. Sherlock watched as a car went by and sighed.

“Sherlock, are you okay?” John asked.

Sherlock nodded and looked at John. “Yes, but where are we?”

“I have no idea,” John said as he looked around.

@Exis

Name: Amelia Everson
Age: 19
Gender: Female, she/her pronouns
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Picrew
Personality: Amelia tends to come off as too serious or even distant at times, but contrary to popular belief, it’s not because she doesn’t like people. Oftentimes it’s simply because she has a lot to think about, what with the end of the world as humanity knew it, coming to terms with her sexuality, and the numerous weird things that have been happening around her since The Event. Despite all this, she’s usually referred to as “The Mom Friend.”
Power/mutation: Her power is difficult to encompass in a single word. Essentially, it has to do with the manipulation of ink in her body. For example, she can manifest and make corporal images out of the tattoos on her body, although the size and power is limited by the amount of ink. She can also transfer ink onto someone else and, because she’s linked to the ink in her own body, she can locate that person no matter where they go. The only drawback to this is that she has to first touch the person. (These are just examples; there’s a lot more applications, and it’s my intention for her to learn at some point that she can produce her own ink. There's some pretty intense drawbacks to this if she overuses her powers, though.)
Backstory: Amelia led a pretty standard life before the event. She had the average amount of friends and got some pretty solid grades throughout school, not that any of it matters when the world goes to hell and you wake up to find your family dead. Now she's just doing her best to survive along with her newfound friends.