(Hm, alright! Someone find me lmao I'll be locked in a car somewhere as a heads up XD
I'll run over and make my character now, thank you!)
Btw, how many girls are there and boys? I want to make sure theres not too many of either
The 5th Wave Rp...OCs only (Open)
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[Corban should be heading your way then. :) Heads up, I think you could still technically get out of a locked car if an EMP went off. <-A thought.
There are 4 females and 3 males, but I only know of 2 females and 1 male being active at the present. (Charlotte/@altogether_quite_impossible_to_describe, Victoria/@CWTurtleOfFreedom, and Corban/@Peter Duende)]
Name: Elijah Harper (pfft the first two names I saw on google rip)
Nickname: Eli
Age: 17 and a half
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demiromantic
Personality: He is quiet awkward and straightforward with strangers, but the more he grows close to the person the more comfortable he is with them. He is also a bit stubborn when it comes to something he feels strongly about.
Appearance: He has long black hair that he ties into a ponytail. Hhe has a light blue eyes paired with a pale complexion. Slightly shorter than the average height, will probably be shorter than the boy he stands next to.
Astrological Sign: Capricorn
Background: I'll develop it as I go~
Other: He likes reading books and drawing, as well as writing. His favorite genre is fantasy, he loves immersing himself in made up worlds to forget the one he's in.
"Okay," Charlotte sighed, turning to Victoria. "What now? We need to find a way to handle them all before panic breaks out. You may think this is bad, but wait til you're in the middle of a rioting mob."
She ran a hand through her disheveled mousy hair, breathing quickly. Trying to find a solution, she started pacing in front of Victoria.
"You're right," Victoria nodded, trying her best to stay calm. "These people have no reason to follow our lead, so we need to give them one."
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(Crapit. Pardon. I've got to go for now, but I'll be back tomorrow. If you'd each like to continue, please do so. Don't bother waiting. I'll update in such a way that no one has to wait for moi.)
One of the guys with Corban takes a few others down a different street, leaving Corban in a group of 5 or so. One of the guys remaining, probably in his 40's or so, automatically takes the lead, but not in a pushy, "I-want-to-be-in-charge" way. Corban's grateful as the man leads them down the next street and their little group disperses over a small area to talk with other people, knock and doors, and look for those in need.
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(I've returned for a little while longer. How are you all doing, by the way, in real life?)
(Ah, I have less than 10 minutes before I have to start cramming stuff in my head for Friday's test rip
Well, I'd better get my first post up I guess)
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(Hey, study hard! I'll be back tomorrow, peeps. God bless!)
As Elijah turned, watching as people screamed and shoved to get away from the crashing objects, he fought a sudden urge to laugh. It had only been a couple minutes, and such a huge chaos had already been set open everyone. This was a bad day to go shopping. It's worse then Black Friday; At least it was and organized chaos, this is just everywhere. He had been walking down the street towards the shop, hands in his jean pockets, when people started trickling out onto the streets. He had continued, curiously listening in to their conversations about the loss of electricity. At first it was just grumbles of frustration, but then someone started pointing at the sky and screaming.
Elijah had looked up then, just in time to see a freaking plane plummet toward the little town. Still confused and now rather panicked, he had ran for safety. At this point, someone started barking orders, trying to control the situation.
Soon, he had put himself to work with another group of men and women, knocking on doors and informing them about the circumstances.
(Well, now to the 2-3 sentence ones- )
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[Nice insert. Question: Is Elijah female or male? (I have a growing list of characters in the RP and it helps to mark down name, gender, and age) Eesh, I've written a longer one here too. But occasional longer updates shouldn't be too harmful.].
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Yes. I'm sure. My daughter was on her way here for a visit when it all shut off. She'll probably be here soon."
Corban bites back an automatic pessimistic question. She was probably driving, wasn't she? He'd seen the few car accident aftermaths, none of them too bad, but if this woman's daughter was on the interstate and her car died…..
"She had her kids with her." The woman's voice has a bit of a tremble to it now. Suddenly she looks so small and uncertain standing there in her dark doorway, in spite of her being almost as tall as Corban himself.
He can't manage a reply hinted with hope, so he instead smiles and asks about her grandchildren. The full weight of the situation, whole power outage as far as the eye can see, causes his shoulders to droop as the woman manages to share the ages and quirks of her three grandkids. This is going to be a long night. I hope….I hope someone can…can just….fix everything.
Charlotte nodded. "Right. You're right." She revolved on the spot. She found an upturned bin a few feet away; walking over to it, she set it straight up and climbed onto it.
"Hey!" she called out towards the crowd. Suddenly all eyes were on here and she froze. This was harder than she'd thought. "Um, hi. Everyone, uh, everyone's panicking right now, but we have to keep calm for now as best we can." No reaction from the crowd, just blank stares. She took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry. You're probably all thinking of how screwed we are if the only person who's leading is a scrawny teen." She tucked her shaking hands in her pockets. "If anyone wants to take the lead, please do."
She looked over at Victoria, desperate for help.
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(Gosh, just imagine yourselves fully in the position of your characters. I get both more serious and anxious at the thought.)
(AaaAaA nope, no thanks. I have enough real life stress without making myself worry about a plane crashing into the middle of the street ^^'
You're right though, hard situation. Charlotte's the only character of mine who could actually stay level-headed)
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(I have a difficult time making my characters drastically different from myself. Corban, although he isn't as close to being like me as some of my other characters, is still reacting to the situation like I would. Somebody fix this, because I don't know how. Someone take charge, because I can't. If this isn't real, please, somebody wake me up. Though I think Corban is going to handle the waves more differently than I would as the RP goes on.)
(I look forward to seeing him develop then!
The thing with my characters is that I'm a very slow writer and so have been working with my characters for a long enough time to have an exact idea of who they are, enough so for them to differentiate from each other)
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(Me too. I have several very developed characters, but I'm not planning on fleshing them out further for anything except their original story. I'm not exactly a slow writer; I just hardly write.)
Charlotte nodded. "Right. You're right." She revolved on the spot. She found an upturned bin a few feet away; walking over to it, she set it straight up and climbed onto it.
"Hey!" she called out towards the crowd. Suddenly all eyes were on here and she froze. This was harder than she'd thought. "Um, hi. Everyone, uh, everyone's panicking right now, but we have to keep calm for now as best we can." No reaction from the crowd, just blank stares. She took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry. You're probably all thinking of how screwed we are if the only person who's leading is a scrawny teen." She tucked her shaking hands in her pockets. "If anyone wants to take the lead, please do."
She looked over at Victoria, desperate for help.
Victoria took a deep breath and climbed up next to Charlotte. “We are, obviously, not… not someone you know. But, uhm… well, we do have an idea of what’s going on, so… if you feel as though you have to safe place to go— because your homes are no longer safe!— then, er… well, follow us.”
Charlotte exhaled, looking around at the people staring up at them expectantly. "So… yes. Like she said!" Charlotte smiled reassuringly. "Just follow if you need a place to go! We do think we could help, we do." Charlotte jumped down from the bin, away from the stares. "Let's go, I guess."
Elijah followed the girl that seemed to have somewhat a grasp of the situation, though he doubted that she knew where to go. Where would he go? It didn't seem as if there would just be a safe zone suddenly appearing out of nowhere. People would start to gather.
Hm.
He had read many books over the course of his life, and most of the apocalyptic scenerios killed off the larger groups first. He considered briefly about leaving them all and going a separate way, but stayed because honestly he didn't give a single butterfinger about what those books said. This was reality, after all. But he would keep the option in the back of his head.
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Corban helps another guy help an old man from his car. The old geezer seemed unconscious at first, but after they were able to wake him they guided him through the process of opening a car window. He seemed disorientated from the small crash his car had gotten himself into, so it took a little while.
A mailbox got the worst of it in the accident, having gotten knocked and run over; Corban mumbles a sarcastic "RIP."
He aids the other guy as they help the old man to a curb. "You go on, son." The other man says. "He's going to be alright. I can stay with him for a bit."
Corban nods, "Alright," and continues down the street.
(Hey guys its been a minute, I'm back and will definitely be more active going forward. Is it ok if I to jump back in? And do you guys want to continue?)
(I'd love to continue this, if the others are still around?)
(I won’t be on much, but when I am, I’d be happy to continue.)
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(I'm still alive, too, and willing to continue this.)
(I'm around also)