Deathwatch: Darkest of Days

The Solo Hero · **Posted:** Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:40 pm

.::Plot::.

America is shambles, a civil war has arose and broke the country in two. This war is not like the one our country faced years ago, the North vs. the South. No, this war has divided the country down the middle, The East, now called the Battlegrounds vs. The West, now called the Wasteland. A young American soldier whom is currently in Britain, is shipped over seas back to his home. He requests that he be shipped to America to fight for the West. His wish is granted and he is sent to the Wastelands. The Wastelanders turn out to be cruel and heartless, those who where not strong enough to be soldiers are now kept in tent-cities surrounded by massive electric fences. The soldier, Drake Smith, is given the rank of Peacekeeper. The job is simply, if the Rouges (as the soldiers call them) behave they get to eat... if they misbehave they are beaten within an inch of their lives. If they do something that is of great offense they are sentenced to a gruesome fate. Drake however has the keys to the gate, he walks among these people every day and forms a bond with a few of them. Will he risk his own life to save a group of people who hate the soldiers like him?

.::Introduction::.

"Welcome to the Wasteland Young Fella, you must be our newest recruit? Yes, we heard great things about you! Seems you are the best of the best, just what we need to keep these rouges in line. Although, most of em' are too scared to try anything! Sure we have the occasional rebel, but we always beat 'em senseless. They learn real fast, but don't let em' get to ya', some of the girls have some real sad tales... don't fall fer' anything they tell you, they're just worthless mongrels... You can play games with their head if you want, heh, my friend Phillip convinced one of these girls he loved her, ha ha! Poor thing sure was taken off guard when Phil sent her to the Arena. What's the Arena? Oh right, you're the new guy, the Arena is where all the leaders get together and watch the strongest of these rouges fight it out. Live? Ha ha! If they're lucky, the leaders ain't got no pity, after a bloody battle the leaders give the order and the loser is killed, the winner is wheeled out... but they don't usually make it themselves. Anyways Youngin', you go and get settled. You know your position right? Yeah, Peacekeeper. Your duties? Simple stuff, you actually get to go behind this here fence, get to walk around amongst these rouges, if they try anything just zap em with yer' tazer. Now go on Youngin', go get settled then you can get to work." ~Unknown Soldier

.::Rules::.

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Rping more than one character is recommended (siblings, or just so you can play as both a Rouge and Soldier.)

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You can curse but use ****'s

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The characters are all young adults, so don't get too descriptive with any 'romantic' scenes just put 'Time Skip'

.::Characters::.
1.} Drake Smith

.::Character Bio Sheets::.

Soldiers-

Code: Select all: [b]Name (First and Last):[/b] [b]Nickname(s):[/b] [b]Age:[/b] (17-20) [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Rank:[/b] (Commander, Peacekeeper, or just soldier) [b]Appearance: [/b] [b]Personality:[/b] [b]History:[/b] [b]Crush:[/b] [b]Other:[/b] [b]Rp Example:[/b] Rouges- [b]Name (First and Last):[/b] [b]Nickname(s):[/b] [b]Age:[/b] (17-20) [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Fears:[/b] [b]Appearance: [/b] [b]Personality:[/b] [b]History:[/b] [b]Crush:[/b] [b]Other:[/b] [b]Rp Example:[/b]

.::My Character::.

Name (First and Last): Drake Smith
Nickname(s): Fella' & Youngin' (older soldiers call him this)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank: Soldier
Appearence: Hidden text : click to show

http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk132/HimitsuDesu_/Boys/tumblr_ldqsvxZImJ1qbh4beo1_500.jpg

Personality: Cocky, sometimes a jerk, a player, thinks he's a girl magnet, extremely immature, extremely playful, the only times he's serious is when he's on-duty, seems macho but is actually a big coward (unless it's a life-or-death situation), and is pretty annoying to most of his army comrades except those who put up with him. He does have his moments when he's serious, but most of the time, he's horsing around. He actually has a guitar and loves to play, he feels sorry for the rouges and usually plays music for the young kids.
History: Revealed later.
Crush: None (but may form one on a Rouge, everyone loves a good forbidden love lol also feel free to make a character with a crush on him ;3)
Other: Because he's a Peacekeeper he was assigned violent short tempered Rottweiler who helps him patrol the camp. Rouges are terrified of him. http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7a/Rottweiler3.jpg

Alright Guys please Join!

31_Flavors · **Posted:** Sun Oct 23, 2011 11:40 am

I have a few questions, but I'll join. My first question is, can I have one charecter that's younger. Maybe, 8 or 9? And what was the war about?

Name: Molli Fisher
Nickname(s): Salty (By other Ferals) Gunpowder (By the 'soldiers')
Age: (17-20) 19
Gender: Female
Fears: The Arena, her brother, the soldiers, death, going hungry and dying, loosing all of her freedom.
Appearance:
Personality: Molli used to be a sweet girl. She is very timid and easy to work with, on the outside. If you get to know this girl you'd see that she is stubborn and hot-headed, though she never shows this to the 'soldiers' for fear she'll get sent into the Arena. Molli talks a big game around other Ferals, but would rather not get involved with fighting. She is usually one of the first of a mob of Ferals to curse out a 'soldier'. She'll only do this if she knows the others have her back. She isn't one to act out alone, therefore she is un-favored by the 'soldiers' it makes their job...Harder, when she is in a group, because that's when they can't get to her. She is very protective of her younger sister, Abby, and that may be used against her in the future.
History: Molli was born before the civil war broke out, but it started when she was just a little girl, so she doesn’t much know about what the Wasteland was like before the civil war. Her father was a Commander and tried his best to get his wife to fallow him into glory, but Molli’s mother refused to support the cause. So she raised three Feral children: Molli Fisher, Demetrio “Demetri, and Abby Fisher” Fisher. Her brother chose to join the cause, agreeing with whatever it was, while Molli refused. She was much like her mother, and all of the other Ferals enjoyed her company. So when Molli’s mother was taken into the Arena, Molli wasn’t all that lost. She was a quick learner and thinker, and only when she turned 15 was she able to process that where she was, was wrong. She then joined a rebel cause and hides that secret from everyone, she doesn’t even tell Abby.
Crush: N/A
Other: The Ferals call her Salty because she is usually the one who spreads rumors of the 'soldiers' and can get dirt on ay of them. The Soldiers call her Gunpowder because she is usually the one setting things off. Her actually name is pronounced ‘Molly’.
Rp Example: Molli struggled with a leather satchel that rested on her hip. She tugged and tugged at the study rope tied around the opening but was unable to get it opened all the way. The young girl cursed and bit her lip; she looked down at her satchel, then ahead. The girl was perched on one of the tallest tents in the city, she balanced on a tall wooden beam, one false move and she’d quickly drop to her death. Outstretched in front of her were miles and miles of Wasteland. She could see over the fence from here, but past the fence wasn’t much, just desert and pitty. The golden sun arose high in the sky; she squinted at it then looked at the orange and yellow sands that swept over the land. The girl’s weather-worn, chapped skin burned as the wind whipped her across the face. She looked back down to see a group of rebels still on the ground, waiting for her to plant the stink bomb on the Peacekeepers tent. Molli sighed and started tugging at her satchel again, she rope came loose and she pulled out a small, grenade-looking, devise. Molli smirked and shoved the small little machine into an opening on the top of the tent. A sudden eruption of green gas clouded the tent. Molli chuckled and dropp off of the little pillar. Her friends snatched her and set her on her feet. They looked at each other, nodded then ran.

]Name (First and Last):[/b] Demetrio Fisher
Nickname(s): Demetri
Age: (17-20) 20
Gender: Male
Rank: Peacekeeper
Appearance:
Personality: Demetrio is very discipline and eager to learn. He is very up beat most of the time and will usually set the mood for a party, or social gathering. Even with his up-beat personality, Demtri has his faults. Is one is to ask about his past he tends to bite their head off. He can be much like a time-bomb, waiting for something to set him off. Ever since he found out his sisters were still alive as the Ferals, he has become a tab gloomier. He still is the life of the party, just don’t ask about his past.
History: Almost the same as Molli’s. Except her joined the cause and had been working as a Peacekeeper. He wanted to be a regular soldier, growing up as a Feral made him sympathetic towards them, but he still used the women and sent them to the Arena. He had been told at age 14 (When he joined the cause) that his sisters and mother had been slaughtered. This made him upset, but more determined to end this war. Only when he turned 19 did her see Molli stealing from a local shop. He chased her and screamed after her, immediate punishment needing to be taken place. He caught her and was about to hit her, but then realized who she was. Being a loyal soldier, he had to beat her, and so he did. All the while saying how sorry he was, but he knew she’d never forgive him. He now tried to look out for her, though he knows he cannot stop Molli from herself.
Crush: N/A
Other: N/A
Rp Example: Demetrio sat on his army bag, a few cards resting in his callused hands. He looked at the cards he was given then shifted a glance towards the two other players. One looked like her was hiding a grin, the other’s face grave. Demetri sighed, knowing how bad he was a poker and set his cards down.
“I fold” I announced, slamming his cards on the cooler they were using as a make-shift table. The others frowned, and ended up folding as well. Demetri rubbed his eyes and leaned back on his army bag, her looked around the tent. Peacekeepers, all around. All of them had a gun slung over their back, but acted as casual as ever. The 20-year-old sneezed and stretched his arms, feeling his shoulders pop, he relaxed. Suddenly a little, grenade-looking, object was dropped next to him.
“Get down!” He exclaimed, jumping away from what he assumed to be a grenade and taking the person across from him down with him. A sudden eruption of horrid smelling gas flew out of the little object. Demetri coughed and stumbled back further.
“Hey! Get off of me!” The person he had shoved down complained.
“Sorry…” Demetri murmured, holding his nosed. His eyes watered from the smell, and he heard a laugh come from up above. Other’s recognized this laughed, he did also.
“It’s Gunpowder!” One howled, running outside, his gun ready. Demetri knew Molli had All ready ran off, she always did.

The Solo Hero · **Posted:** Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:16 pm

Sure you can have a younger character, Flavors.

And the war started when the east became struck with a bizarre illness. The west was able to quarantine them and therefor didn't get sick, but they refused to help the east. After the sickness passed the east was kinda ticked and attacked the west. But, the west had been gathering soldiers for months ahead of time. SO eventually things kinda fell apart and a massive civil war was started. (The Arena's only purpose is to see if there may be any potential soldiers the west could train.)

31_Flavors · **Posted:** Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:32 pm

OooOOooO Okay, well here's the younger's bio then (;

OMG! I also forgot to post what they look like DD:

Molli : http://www.google.com/imgres?q=19+year+ ... 9,r:3,s:19
Demertio : http://www.google.com/imgres?q=20+year+ ... 9,r:5,s:10

Name: Abby Fisher
Nickname(s): Sunshine (By everyone, both Peacekeepers and Ferals)
Age: 8
Gender:Female
Fears:Molli getting hurt, Molli not returning, misbehaving, guns, Molli being taken away from her, Demetrio, the civil war, Some of the older Ferals who have burn scars and ugly skin (She’s a little girl, what do you expect? Lol) .
Appearance: http://www.google.com/imgres?q=8-year-o ... 29,r:1,s:0
Personality: Abby is very shy, but likes making everyone happy. She can be seen in the Peacekeepers tent, handing out little flowers that she likes to grow, sometimes trying to make a quick buck. She is to young to grasp the situation on the civil war, so she doesn’t understand why everyone is so upset about it. She likes singing and skipping and enjoys petting the Peacekeeper’s dogs. She loves all sorts of animals, and simply adores her older sister. She is timid of her brother, after seeing Molli come back to the tent empty handed and beaten. She never knew her brother all that well, so she usually steers clear of him.
History: Same as Molli, except she misses her mom a lot more and isn’t part of the rebel group.
Crush:Too young
Other:N/A
Rp Example: Do I really have to…?

The Solo Hero · **Posted:** Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:19 pm

ooc: all of them are accepted Fl@vors

The Solo Hero · **Posted:** Sun Oct 23, 2011 6:36 pm

ooc: I'm just gonna go ahead and get this Rp started XD

"Rise and shine Young Blood!" an man in his late 30's sang as he kicked a cot with a sleeping teen in it. The teen sat upright and looked wildly around.

"Mornin' sunshine!" the man grinned to the teen, named Drake Smith.

Drake waved and slipped his feet into the worn leather boots that sat alongside his cot. He stood and grabbed the dark green camouflage jacket all soldiers wore, he tossed it on then grabbed his gun and slung it over his shoulder. He walked out of the ten, groggily. Drake made his way to a massive electric fence, it hummed, letting his now it's sheer electric power. Sitting infront of the gate was a massive Rottweiler. He glared up at Drake who took a key from around his neck and unlocked the gate. The rusty iron door hissed as it opened and once the boy and dog where inside, hissed as it closed. Drake looked around the tent city and sighed as the canine started off ahead of him, looking for any excuse to attack one of these people.

31_Flavors · **Posted:** Sun Oct 23, 2011 6:44 pm

The day had all ready started for Molli, long before the sunrise. She had slipped out of the tent, leaving a note for Abby, at around 3:00 in the morning. She had gone over to the black market that only the Ferals knew about. Molli had stocked up on supplies and was now walking lazily back to her tent. The sun was just peaking over head, she knew the black market would go back into hiding at around this time. The girl cheerily skipped along the make-shift, dirt path, back to her tent. She hummed a little tune as she entered the tent, only to see Abby wide awake.
"I got your note!" The 8-year-old beamed "Did you get the sweet bread? Did you?!" Sweet bread was a seasonal type treat, that only the most well behave Ferals got. Of course, it was an expenive treat, but Abby had begged for months.
"You kiddin? Course' I got it!" Molli exclaimed, tossing the younger a loaf. Abby's eyes got wide as she picked at the bread, not eating it all at once, but rather very slowly.

Demetrio awoke with a start. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, feeling the grey morning light on his skin. The young man got dressed and walked over to the electric fence. He smiled and opened it, seeing it was all ready unlocked.
"Morning" He greeted someone standing gaurd, they nodded politely. Demetrio went to his station and hummed a bit, happy for the new day.

The Solo Hero · **Posted:** Sun Oct 23, 2011 6:53 pm

Drake stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed Reggie, the dog. He didn't have a stationed post, he and Reggie had to scout the camp 24/7. Walking around and around in circles all the time. As they passed one of the tents Reggie stopped sniffing the air. After a moment of cautious sniffing he turned to the tent and snarled.

"Not another squirrel!" Drake growled. Reggie snorted and trotted over to the tent, the dog had picked up the sent of Molli's sweet bread, a contraband in the Wastelands. He stood at the front of the tent snarling and barking.

Drake readied his gun instinctively, "Hey Reg, knock it off!" he ordered but approached the snarling canine.

31_Flavors · **Posted:** Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:06 pm

Abby screamed at the sight of the dog and stuffed the bread under her bed. Molli turned to see the dog and walked up to it "Hey! Call your mutt off!" She yelled to the peacekeeper.

Demetrio walked over to his post and held his gun tightly in his hand.

The Solo Hero · **Posted:** Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:13 pm

Drake walked over to her, he moved his gun back to his back "Sorry, I'm not sure what got into him..." he muttred.

Reggie growled and tried to dart into the tent but Drake grabbed him by the collar. "Reggie, knock it off!" he ordered. The dog barked with rage and frustration as he tried to get at the tent but Drake barley held him back.

31_Flavors · **Posted:** Sun Oct 23, 2011 10:09 pm

Molli grabbed Abby and stood infront of the younger girl "Jeeze' dude, I mean I know you peacekeepers and your dogs are corrupt as sh*t but seriously, get out. Get your mutt out hre too! He looks like he's ready to rip Sunshine's face off!" Molli yelled, having no respect for the Peacekeepers. She wrinkled her nose with distaste of the dog, but Abby wanted to pet him. Abby was obsessed with dogs, maybe a little too obsessed.

Demetrio heard a barking but ignored it. He saw an elder man walking past him and wrinkled his nose. Why Molli wouldn't want to take her chances in the Arena was unknown to Demetrio. Being a Peacekeeper was so much easier than scrapping by. The old man stopped and looked at Demetri.
"State your buisness" Demetrio hissed, the man just smiled ad raise his fist. Before Demetrio could react her felt a hard fist connect with his jaw. Demetrio took a step back and held his jaw. He looked at the elder man who was smiling at him and charged. Demetrio pinned the man to the ground and started beating him furiously. Abby heard the yells of the elder man and pushed past Drake and his dog. She ran over to Demetrio, who was still beating he old man. Even though she was scared of her brother, she didn't believe he'd hurt her.
"Demetrio! Mother would be so disspleased!" She yelled at him. Molli wasn't there to protect her. Demetrio turned and yelled back.
"Get back, Feral!" He roared. Abby took a few steps back and sniffled. But Demetrio continued to beat the elder man. Abby sniffled a bit more and turned to run back to the tent.

The Solo Hero · **Posted:** Mon Oct 24, 2011 7:29 pm

Reggie and Drake turned their attention to the old man. Reggie growled, clearly ready to tear into any of these people. Even though he hated Drake as much as the boy hated him, the dog would never lay a fang one one of his fellow soldiers.

"Reggie! Get goin'!" Drake snarled shoving the massive beast. The dog growled with protest, he still wanted to find that bread, knowing he'd get a nice reward for it... and even Drake would be praised.

31_Flavors · **Posted:** Mon Oct 24, 2011 7:36 pm

Abby ran back to the tent but paused at the dog. She looked at it's black, silky coat and smiled. Abby reached out a hand and patted the dog's neck.
"Abby! No!" Molli yelled, but it was too late. The dog had turned and sunked it's razor sharp teeth into her arm (if that's okay?) Molli screamed as Abby shreiked in pain. The older girl ran over to the dog and kicked it, she then winced. Knowing that she wasn't supposed to harm a 'soldier'. She looked down at Abby with concern, despratly wanting to pry the dog off of her "D*mmit! Call the mutt off!" She yelled, kicking the dog again, and preparing herself to be hit by Drake.

Demetrio heard a little girl scream but he didn't care. He'd let himself kill that older man, though he had done this before. A few stray Ferals looked at him with shock and he roared at them "Come on! Keep moving!" He commanded, a mother jolted away from him and herded her little ones to her tent. Demetrio panted and looked at his shaking hands,

The Solo Hero · **Posted:** Mon Oct 24, 2011 7:54 pm

(Ya, that's okay) Drake flinched when Reggie attacked Abby. As a soldier he knew he should've just stood and watched, but he watched the scene for a moment... then Molli kicked Reggie. He took out his nightstick (or those beating sticks cops carry XD), and raised it in the air. For a moment it looked like he was going to hit Molli, the correct punishment for attacking a peacekeeper's dog, but instead he swung and the stick connected with Reggie's thick skull. The dog yelped, and as he did Drake pulled Abby away from his jaws, and pulled her behind him, he now stood protectively in front of the little girl ready to hit Reggie again. The dog backed away, looking up at Drake with dazed, painful, and confused, respect.

31_Flavors · **Posted:** Mon Oct 24, 2011 8:02 pm

Molli jumped when the club came own but then realized he'd hit the dog. She grabbed Abby from Drake's reach and held her close. Abby cried and cried mostly dazed and just scared. The older girl looked at Abby's arm to see just a small bite mark "Shhhh...It's okay Sunshine...You're okay" Molli hummed, rocking the heavy child. Abby's crying ceased a bit and Molli looked at Drake with pure gratitude "Thank you..." She breathed, walking over to the bed and setting the still sobbing Abby down. She rubbed small circles into Abby's back a hummed a bit, soon the child was only sobbing every few moments. Molli smiled and then looked back at Drake "She's fine..." Molli confirmed.

Demetrio shook a little harder, seeing the dead body on the ground I can't lose controll like that... He thought, walking back to his post.

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