Plot: You were on a flight until it lost control and crashed into the ocean. You wash up on a medium-sized island with only the clothes on your back and up to three items that you managed to grab before the plane went down. You have to figure out how to survive on the island and amongst the other survivors while you figure out how to get rescued.
Rules:
1. Respect what people write.
2. Ask someone before you attack them for their permission.
3. If you are going to leave the roleplay, please kill off your character.
4. No supernatural powers or influences. Try to keep this realistic.
5. Use correct grammar, spelling, and punctuation. Otherwise you will be flamed and eventually asked to leave the roleplay.
6. No guns. Makes things too easy.
Name: Drake McCargeon
Age: 26
Occupation: Professional photographer
Nationality: Australian
Personality: Alpha-male, arrogant, charming, confident, and independent.
Appearance: Tall and muscular with a hint of stubble. Very good-looking and tan.
Clothing: White shirt and knaki cargos with flip-flops.
Items: Cigarettes, lighter, swiss army knife
Drake regained consciousness to a searing heat scorching his back.
He spit out a mouthful of sand and winced as he rolled over and looked up at the sky.
"What the hell?" he groaned.
The beach around him didn't look familiar.
Shielding his eyes from the blinding sun, he tried to remember how he had got there.
Then he remembered the crash.
"Shit."
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Desert Island Roleplay
Started by
Lirael
, May 01 2009 08:15 PM
#1
Posted 01 May 2009 - 08:15 PM
#2
Posted 01 May 2009 - 08:35 PM
[[W0ot! First joined ]]
Name: Ethan
Age: 16
Occupation: Wishes to be a pathologist
Nationality: Half Puerto Rican, half Irish.
Personality: Trouble-maker for the most part, mischievous, extremely stubborn, know-it-all, average teenager.
Appearance:
Clothing: Avenged Sevenfold tee, wife-beater, grey skinnes, some DC's, cut-off gloves, his necklace, ring, gel bracelets., and studded wristband.
Items: His black, blank notebook, full pencil case, and a life-jacket.
Ethan continued kicking his legs while he leaned against the life jacket he'd managed to snag. He was coughing out salt-water constantly as the humonhous waves washed over him appromimately every 10 seconds or so. He saw a few figures in the distance on land and continued to swim towards them with whatever little energy he had. In what seemed like hours, he let the now amazingly lighter waves push him ashore and he lie on the ground awhile, attempting to regain some energy. He attempted to stand and walked over to some of the beings he'd seen in the distance, trying to figure out where they were, but immediately collapsed onto another man's chest. He tried to excuse himself, but was still choking up water from the tropical waters.
Name: Ethan
Age: 16
Occupation: Wishes to be a pathologist
Nationality: Half Puerto Rican, half Irish.
Personality: Trouble-maker for the most part, mischievous, extremely stubborn, know-it-all, average teenager.
Appearance:
Clothing: Avenged Sevenfold tee, wife-beater, grey skinnes, some DC's, cut-off gloves, his necklace, ring, gel bracelets., and studded wristband.
Items: His black, blank notebook, full pencil case, and a life-jacket.
Ethan continued kicking his legs while he leaned against the life jacket he'd managed to snag. He was coughing out salt-water constantly as the humonhous waves washed over him appromimately every 10 seconds or so. He saw a few figures in the distance on land and continued to swim towards them with whatever little energy he had. In what seemed like hours, he let the now amazingly lighter waves push him ashore and he lie on the ground awhile, attempting to regain some energy. He attempted to stand and walked over to some of the beings he'd seen in the distance, trying to figure out where they were, but immediately collapsed onto another man's chest. He tried to excuse himself, but was still choking up water from the tropical waters.
#3
Posted 01 May 2009 - 09:48 PM
[Hey!
Welcome.]
Drake propped the boy on all fours beside him to help him get more water out of his system. "Easy, there. It's alright, mate, just hold on. Keep coughing, you'll be just fine."
He couldn't remember exactly what to do in these situations; it probably would have been a better idea to pay more attention in med school before he had decided to quit and become a photographer.
The teen's hacking and coughing had almost completely stopped and Drake took the opportunity to study him.
He seemed like one of those, those emo-Guitar Hero-rocker types that were so popular nowadays.
I will never understand why this style is so popular, Drake thought incredulously.
Welcome.]
Drake propped the boy on all fours beside him to help him get more water out of his system. "Easy, there. It's alright, mate, just hold on. Keep coughing, you'll be just fine."
He couldn't remember exactly what to do in these situations; it probably would have been a better idea to pay more attention in med school before he had decided to quit and become a photographer.
The teen's hacking and coughing had almost completely stopped and Drake took the opportunity to study him.
He seemed like one of those, those emo-Guitar Hero-rocker types that were so popular nowadays.
I will never understand why this style is so popular, Drake thought incredulously.
#4
Posted 02 May 2009 - 01:04 PM
Name: Mystie Grace.
Age: 16.
Occupation: Studying archaeology.
Nationality: Jamaican. (English.)
Personality: Strong minded, competitive, tomboy, mysterious, and can tell a lot about people, just by looking at them.
Appearance:
Clothing: Black T. shirt with skulls on the front, drainpipes, and converse.
Items: Lucky shrunken head she carries around everywhere, in a small velvet bag. First aid kit.
Name: Max.
Age: 15.
Occupation: Student.
Nationality: English.
Personality: Stubborn, mischievous, hyperactive, and speaks without thinking.
Appearance:
Clothing: MCR hoodie, babby jeans, torn at the bottom, and converse.
Items: Joke book. (Now ruined.)
Mystie Grace sat on the beach, a bored expression on her face as she roughly tied a bandage around Max's arm.
"Watch it!" Max mumbled angrily, wincing in pain as the bandage was pulled tight.
Mystie rolled her eyes and continued. "You came to me asking for help," she mumbled. "Don't complain...I could have ignored you." She looked around at the other survivors, trying to figure out who would be useful members of the group, and who would hold everyone back.
This one's definitely the latter, she thought bitterly, looking at Max again.
Age: 16.
Occupation: Studying archaeology.
Nationality: Jamaican. (English.)
Personality: Strong minded, competitive, tomboy, mysterious, and can tell a lot about people, just by looking at them.
Appearance:
Clothing: Black T. shirt with skulls on the front, drainpipes, and converse.
Items: Lucky shrunken head she carries around everywhere, in a small velvet bag. First aid kit.
Name: Max.
Age: 15.
Occupation: Student.
Nationality: English.
Personality: Stubborn, mischievous, hyperactive, and speaks without thinking.
Appearance:
Clothing: MCR hoodie, babby jeans, torn at the bottom, and converse.
Items: Joke book. (Now ruined.)
Mystie Grace sat on the beach, a bored expression on her face as she roughly tied a bandage around Max's arm.
"Watch it!" Max mumbled angrily, wincing in pain as the bandage was pulled tight.
Mystie rolled her eyes and continued. "You came to me asking for help," she mumbled. "Don't complain...I could have ignored you." She looked around at the other survivors, trying to figure out who would be useful members of the group, and who would hold everyone back.
This one's definitely the latter, she thought bitterly, looking at Max again.
#5
Posted 02 May 2009 - 01:04 PM
Ethan allowed the water to come up and soon felt the nausea slowly subside. Once he was sure there was no more water left in his system, he looked up to thank the man, but saw the look in his eyes that became more anf more familiar as the days past. He decided not to be rude to the man and caught the man's eyes before stating kind of monotone, "Thank you," and walking away, grabbing his few belongings and continueing to look for other in need of assistance.
#6
Posted 02 May 2009 - 01:44 PM
Name: Nicole Ann Sertori.
Age: 15.
Occupation: Student.
Nationality: American.
Personality: Shy, quiet, curious. She likes to wander and explore places.
Appearance:
Clothing: ^What she is wearing above except she also has pink and black kitty ears.
Items: Lolita Kisama: Red Skull Fusion Messenger Bag. In the bag, a sketch pad and pencils.
Age: 15.
Occupation: Student.
Nationality: American.
Personality: Shy, quiet, curious. She likes to wander and explore places.
Appearance:
Clothing: ^What she is wearing above except she also has pink and black kitty ears.
Items: Lolita Kisama: Red Skull Fusion Messenger Bag. In the bag, a sketch pad and pencils.
#7
Posted 02 May 2009 - 01:55 PM
Nicole's eyes slowly opened. "Wh-..." she breathed.
She coughed up water while trying to stand up.
"Where...." she mumbled.
She winced in pain and clutched her arm, before looking down at the hand. It was covered in blood.
What had happened? She looked down at her arm, which was bleeding. She ignored it for now, it wasn't gushing blood or anything, so she'd be okay.
She sat up and looked around, where was she?
Nicole tried to think. What was the last thing she remembered?
She was on the plane...and then it crashed roughly. She had fallen and hit her head against something. Then...she couldn't remember anything else.
She stood up and saw others, not so far away.
"Hello!" she shouted, trying to get their attention. She then started towards them.
She coughed up water while trying to stand up.
"Where...." she mumbled.
She winced in pain and clutched her arm, before looking down at the hand. It was covered in blood.
What had happened? She looked down at her arm, which was bleeding. She ignored it for now, it wasn't gushing blood or anything, so she'd be okay.
She sat up and looked around, where was she?
Nicole tried to think. What was the last thing she remembered?
She was on the plane...and then it crashed roughly. She had fallen and hit her head against something. Then...she couldn't remember anything else.
She stood up and saw others, not so far away.
"Hello!" she shouted, trying to get their attention. She then started towards them.
#8
Posted 02 May 2009 - 01:56 PM
[[Angel, she said 3 items. you have over 7 items. Stick to the rules.]]
#9
Posted 02 May 2009 - 01:58 PM
QUOTE (xXVampirexBoyXx @ May 2 2009, 05:56 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
[[Angel, she said 3 items. you have over 7 items. Stick to the rules.]]
{Sorry. I'm tired. T.T}
#10
Posted 02 May 2009 - 02:00 PM
[[Alright than?
ou should choose the items you wanna keep]]
ou should choose the items you wanna keep]]
#11
Posted 02 May 2009 - 02:05 PM
{I edited.}
#12
Posted 02 May 2009 - 02:18 PM
Name: quinn mason
Age: 24
Occupation: singer/songwriter
Nationality: irish
Personality: sarcastic, arrogant, immature, funny
Appearance: Tall and muscular with a hint of stubble. Very good-looking.
Clothing: plain purple shirt,black skinnies, skate shoes
Items: backpack, camera, cell phone (waterlogged)
Quinn pulled himself onto shore, coughing up sea water. "H-hello?!!??!" He called, pushing himself up onto his knees and cradling his broken wrist. "Anyone?!?!?!" He got shakily to his feet and began stumbling over to a small group of people. He reached up to touch a tender spot on his head, wincing at the feel of sticky blood. Groaning, he pressed his hand to his forehead, trying to stop the blood.
Age: 24
Occupation: singer/songwriter
Nationality: irish
Personality: sarcastic, arrogant, immature, funny
Appearance: Tall and muscular with a hint of stubble. Very good-looking.
Clothing: plain purple shirt,black skinnies, skate shoes
Items: backpack, camera, cell phone (waterlogged)
Quinn pulled himself onto shore, coughing up sea water. "H-hello?!!??!" He called, pushing himself up onto his knees and cradling his broken wrist. "Anyone?!?!?!" He got shakily to his feet and began stumbling over to a small group of people. He reached up to touch a tender spot on his head, wincing at the feel of sticky blood. Groaning, he pressed his hand to his forehead, trying to stop the blood.
#13
Posted 02 May 2009 - 03:34 PM
Name: Jason DuBout (Do-Bwa)
Age: 21
Occupation: Psychologist, Part-Time Writer.
Nationality: British
Personality:Sarcastic, Arrogant. Likes to be in control. Quick-Tempered, speaks his mind without caring about effect on others.
Appearance:
Clothing:White tee, grey jeans.
Age: 21
Occupation: Psychologist, Part-Time Writer.
Nationality: British
Personality:Sarcastic, Arrogant. Likes to be in control. Quick-Tempered, speaks his mind without caring about effect on others.
Appearance:
Clothing:White tee, grey jeans.
#14
Posted 02 May 2009 - 06:13 PM
Name: Amy-Rose
Age: 20
Occupation: Foreinsic Scientist
Nationality: Irish
Personality: Friendly. But when put in a bad mood, bitchy. Can be egotistical. Is usually a smartass.
Appearance:
Clothing: Regular jeans with a medium sized heart on the side of her left thigh, a tight black tank top with lace on the top of it and regular, worn converse.
Items: A pocket knife, a travel hair brush and a lighter.
Kasey washed up on the beach, coughing.
Her throat burned from the inhaled salt water.
She laid on her back, gasping for air.
She looked at her leg that she just realized was burning. It had a pretty deep gash in it.
"Oh, damn it all!" she said in her heavy, Irish accent.
"Damn plane decides to go down on the way to my home. That just figures." she said, annoyed.
She got up, flinching.
"'Ello?" She called. "Did anybody else make it?"
Age: 20
Occupation: Foreinsic Scientist
Nationality: Irish
Personality: Friendly. But when put in a bad mood, bitchy. Can be egotistical. Is usually a smartass.
Appearance:
Clothing: Regular jeans with a medium sized heart on the side of her left thigh, a tight black tank top with lace on the top of it and regular, worn converse.
Items: A pocket knife, a travel hair brush and a lighter.
Kasey washed up on the beach, coughing.
Her throat burned from the inhaled salt water.
She laid on her back, gasping for air.
She looked at her leg that she just realized was burning. It had a pretty deep gash in it.
"Oh, damn it all!" she said in her heavy, Irish accent.
"Damn plane decides to go down on the way to my home. That just figures." she said, annoyed.
She got up, flinching.
"'Ello?" She called. "Did anybody else make it?"
#15
Posted 02 May 2009 - 06:36 PM
Nicole heard someone, and then turned.
"I made it..." she said shyly.
She then rushed over to Amy-Rose.
"Are...are you okay?" she asked.
"I made it..." she said shyly.
She then rushed over to Amy-Rose.
"Are...are you okay?" she asked.
#16
Posted 02 May 2009 - 06:49 PM
Amy jumped back and shrieked.
"Holy shit! Scared the bloody hell out of me, you did." she said, putting her hand over her heart.
She sighed.
"And who are you exactly? I'm fine, just a small gash in me leg. I'm holdin' up though. Are you alright?"
"Holy shit! Scared the bloody hell out of me, you did." she said, putting her hand over her heart.
She sighed.
"And who are you exactly? I'm fine, just a small gash in me leg. I'm holdin' up though. Are you alright?"
#17
Posted 02 May 2009 - 06:57 PM
Nicole tried to understand her accent and managed to make out what she said.
"Err....I'm Nicole," she replied "You?"
"And, I'm fine," she said.
She looked down at her arm, which had stopped bleeding.
"I just got a little cut," she added.
"Err....I'm Nicole," she replied "You?"
"And, I'm fine," she said.
She looked down at her arm, which had stopped bleeding.
"I just got a little cut," she added.
#18
Posted 02 May 2009 - 07:04 PM
Amy chuckled.
"I'm Amy-Rose, but you can call me Amy." she said.
She looked at her arm.
"Looks better off then mine, if I may say so." she commented, looking at her bleeding leg.
She smiled slightly when she realized that Nicole was having a hard time understanding what she was saying. Big surprise.
"I'm Amy-Rose, but you can call me Amy." she said.
She looked at her arm.
"Looks better off then mine, if I may say so." she commented, looking at her bleeding leg.
She smiled slightly when she realized that Nicole was having a hard time understanding what she was saying. Big surprise.
#19
Posted 02 May 2009 - 07:09 PM
"Oh, that's a pretty name," Nicole smiled.
She looked down at Amy's bleeding leg.
"Don't you think we should bandage that?" she asked.
She looked down at Amy's bleeding leg.
"Don't you think we should bandage that?" she asked.
#20
Posted 02 May 2009 - 07:14 PM
Amy smiled.
"Thanks, hun." she said. "Yours is pretty too."
She looked at her leg and studied it for a second.
"Nah, its alright." she assured her. "It'll probably stop bleedin' soon."
"Thanks, hun." she said. "Yours is pretty too."
She looked at her leg and studied it for a second.
"Nah, its alright." she assured her. "It'll probably stop bleedin' soon."
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