The Last Ones ((OxO - CLOSED))

It's been two days since fifteen year old Apollo - a boy with black angel wings and extraordinary powers - wiped out all of humanity. He had no memory of what had happened; all he could remember was his name. There was nobody left except for him. Or so he thought.

Apollo is wandering around the empty streets of Chicago, chasing pigeons and flying around, when he finds you, hiding in an alleyway. Neither of you have any idea how you are alive, or what exactly happened, but angry mutant creatures are popping up around the outskirts of town, and you assume that there might be more survivors out there. Apollo's memories are starting to come back slowly. Can they bring back humanity, fight off monsters, and maybe fall in love in the process?

Rules:
Your character can be whatever race you want, have magic, whatever.

Please try to be somewhat frequent, be on at least once a day! Don't go for more than two days without responding without giving me a reason. Sorry for being picky, I just really don't want this to die.

Please no smut, I'm not comfortable with it.

No gore. Bleeding is fine just please don't spill your characters guts all over the floor.

Violence is fine.

Cursing is fine just don't use it in every sentence.

Please ask to join! I will more than likely say yes but just to be sure.

Oh yeah, also I'm alright with either straight or gay.

Heyo! Could I maybe join?

Yeah of course! Let me just make a template.

Name:
Age (15-17):
Race:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Personality:
Appearance:
Powers (if any):
Backstory (optional):
Other:

Name: Apollo
Age (15-17): 15
Race: Unknown
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality: A bit of a troublemaker. Doesn't like being restricted. Has a hard time trusting people. Sarcastic but loving and loyal to those he loves, which is very few.
Appearance: Average height, with unruly dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Black angel's wings spurting out of his back. A bit muscular.
Powers (if any): He doesn't really know yet, but all he knows so far is he can start small fires.
Backstory (optional): He spent most of his life in a lab, being experimented on. That's all he can really remember.
Other: Has an unusual love for food.

Name: August (Auggie) Garcia
Age (15-17): 16
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: ??? He is from a rich family so he has the habit of being able to get/do whatever he wanted because he lived with his parents and they were very rich. He is the skeptical and untrusting type of person, so it's normal for him not to approach someone right away. But besides that, I don't really have much for him.
Appearance: Jaw length super dark brown curly hair with natural highlights. He's about 5'8" but a smol bean besides that and not very muscular. His eyes are darkish blue. His skin is a little lighter than a regular cardboard box color. He has both his ears pierced with small diamond earrings and one helix piercing with a hoop earring.
Powers (if any): Nah
Backstory (optional):
Other: He has/had a brand new motorcycle that he bought in an attempt to be freer.

Ooh I like him! Sorry it took me so long to respond btw I've got a lot of things going on. Would you like me to do the starter?

I totally understand, I have a bit going on as well. And yeah that would be great.

Apollo wandered around the vast city, the coo of pigeons sounding in his ears. He kicked a pebble as he moved throughout the street, his hands in his pockets and his wings folded up, his hands stuck in his pockets. As he passed a wide alleyway, he heard a faint noise, like a tiny scuffle. Curious, but knowing it was probably just an animal of some sort, he peeked around the corner to investigate.

There sat August. Although, he was behind a trashcan with a makeshift sort of shelter going off the side of it. He had woken up from a nap and hit his head on something which had produced the sound. He cringed at the sound and sat very still. He suspected that he was the only one there, but who really knew because he sure didn't.

Apollo rounded the corner and came closer, trying to be as quiet as possible. When he saw a small figure sitting there. "Hello?" He questioned, his fists clenched tightly.

August curled together more once he heard a voice. This was a bad sign to him, he had to get away by any means necessary. His breath sped up a little, but he tried to keep it quiet so the creature that the voice came from couldn't hear it.

Apollo noticed the little makeshift shelter behind the trash can and knelt down, examining the curled up figure. "Hi," he greeted, tilting his head.

Shit… "Hello… what are you doing here? You should leave." August wasn't super friendly to strangers, and this was him being nice. He stayed pretty curled up, not relaxing one bit.

Apollo tilted his head a bit more. "And why should I do that? You're the first person I've met out here."

"Because you're probably not real and I'm finally going insane…" August sighed after saying that. It wasn't impossible for that to happen. He hadn't had a lot to eat since before, basically, the human extinction. Everyone had acted like it was the apocalypse and taken everything they could.

Apollo reached out and poked him in the arm. "If I wasn't real I couldn't touch you. So that means we're both real. Who are you?" He asked.

August flinched a little from the poke. "Uhm, I'm August, like the month… well I guess time doesn't matter much anymore… so yeah I'm just August. What about you?"

"I'm Apollo." He sat down beside the shelter, leaning against the wall,looking to the right at him. "How come you're the only one out here?"

August relaxed a bit and looked right back at Apollo. "I…" He started in a matter-of-factly tone, but it broke and he lowered his voice a little, not on purpose. "… I don't know… I just. I have no idea what happened and why I'm the only one, besides you…"

Apollo frowned. "Neither do I. I just remember waking up out on the streets, with a bunch of crashed cars and some blood.." he paused. "All I can remember is my name."

"Well, that's a start. We know some sort of catastrophe happened and it apparently wiped out everything." August sent Apollo a small smile, unsure why he did.

Apollo swallowed and glanced over at him. "How did we survive, then?" He paused. "If everyone was wiped out, how are we still here?"

"Who really knows. But I'm going to do something with it. I mean, no one is stopping us from doing whatever we want." August smiled for real and glanced around the alley.

A mischievous smile tugged at his lips. "You're right. This could be a lot of fun." He got up and spread his wings for the first time. The long, dark feathers spread out like that of a bird's. "I'm just wandering around the city. Wanna come? We've got nothing better to do."

August's eyes widened as Apollo spread out his wings. "Wow! That's not what I was expecting!" He scanned the wings, they were amazing. "Those are really amazing."

"Thank you," he grinned. "You don't have any?" He searched August's back for a pair but there was none. "I wasn't expecting you to not have any wings!" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, smiling. "Do any of the people you knew have any wings? Before, you know, everyone got wiped out?"

"Nope, I've only ever seen people with wings in movies, so never in real life," August replied with a smile. He was finally out of his very bad makeshift shelter. He looked around. It was so silent, no cars, no lawnmowers, no people, not even any birds.

His grin widened. "Want to go for a ride, then?" Before August could respond, he grabbed him by the arm, hefted him onto his back, and took off. He didn't go too fast, for August's sake, but went at a decent speed soaring above the city.