The four live together in a small camp out in the cold, as kids it's hard for them to live in the snow. They live in a camp of killers and the four were taken from their house when they were just 2 years of age. They fight everyday to stay alive, they train everyday from the people, and they are always together.
Rules: andrews rules apply and if you’re thinking about joining try to be reasonably active. For the powers don’t go to crazy
Looks(try to provide a picture bc my brain is dumb and needs pictures)
Physical characteristics(scars, tattoos, ect..)
The setting is a small camp in a snowy forested mountain area
(Hey, I'm interested, is it okay if I apply?)
(looking for one more? I'm down if you'll have me)
(Okay, thank you! When should I get this character sheet in by?)
(Yes you two can join so this is officially closed. You can make your characters when the time is convenient for you. One last note about the powers, at the beginning their powers are very weak)
Name: Ezra (unknown last name)
Looks: He is 4’9” and a picture will be uploaded soon
Personality: He is very protective of his family. He takes care of problems head on using strength to get through. He’s quick to jump on tasks and be a leader and solve the problem
Power: Phase. He can create phases of himself that hit harder than he can (If you watch rwby adams fight against yang, his power is similar to adam and it explains better of what he can do)
Physical characteristics(scars, tattoos, ect..) He has a brand of the number 2 on his left shoulder
Name: Franklyn Berg
Looks: Franklyn is roughly 5' even, and weighs around 115lbs. Thick brown hair, which he tries to keep short, though it often ends up a shaggy mop. is eyes are hazel, and very large, giving him a perpetually wide-eyed expression. He is Caucasian, with perfect skin across his face and neck, no complexion issues. Wears the same tattered clothes as everyone else.
Personality: Franklyn is shy and quiet. He has a hard time expressing himself, and despite being one of the older ones, isn't a strong leader. He's more caring than protective, and would rather be friends than fight. He's a brainy kid, intelligent but socially repressed.
Power: Franklyn can generate flames from his skin, though he often keeps it to a low heat. He has used this to help his friends survive in the cold for a long time.
Physical characteristics: Franklyn has no particular identifying marks.
Name: Kira Cole
Looks: Around 4'11", she has very pale skin that gets flushed easily. Doesn't have a particularly strong build, but still sturdy enough for her to withstand a bit of physical activity. Dark grey hair that usually appears black in most lighting. Her eyes have black irises and grey eyelashes. (Sorry the image is low quality, it was either that or it was huge)
Personality: Fairly stoic, but like most people has a breaking point. She likes to look tough for people who aren't and to make people feel better. She doesn't have down sweet talk, but she has good intentions. She feels great pain when she sees something (or someone struggling). Be it a person, animal, plant, or even an old piece of machinery failing to keep running.
Power: What she likes to call "Eye of the Marksman", which really just means she has great aim, even over distances hard or impossible to be seen by the naked eye.
Physical characteristics(scars, tattoos, ect..): She has a fairly large birthmark around where the upper part of the trapezius is.
Name: Rawya Behmoun.
Looks: He's short, only 4'5" (though he'll say he's taller if asked). His skin is around the same tone as a Kit-Kat bar and small, not very visible freckles dot his cheeks and nose. His eyes are a startlingly pale green. His hair is curly and always messy (either because he brushed it or he didn't bother to tie it back) and reaches halfway to his shoulders.
Personality: Rawya is still a child and has most of the annoying fourth-grader traits you'd expect. He usually doesn't shut up (but when he's mad he won't talk at all) and finds everything extremely funny. He loves making people laugh and thrilling them with his stories. He's terrible at keeping secrets (the sheer excitement of knowing a secret makes him want to say it) but he's quite trustworthy with important things. Mostly. Kind of. About as trustworthy as any other nine-year-old. He does have a serious side and he knows when is and when it isn't an appropriate time to joke around. He loves rabbits and refuses to eat them. No way, no how. He doesn't especially like the cold but he finds snowball fights to be the best thing ever. When he's scared or sees someone else scared he'll tell them one of his stories. Sometimes at night after a nightmare, he can be heard muttering to himself about bears and dragons and elves.
Power: Sometimes he can 'call things in' from his stories. A fairie here, a bear cub there. That sort of thing. He can't exactly control it yet, but he can bring frogs at will. This ability is his greatest joy. It isn't very useful in a fight unless he can pelt people with frogs, but he does think it's the best ability out of the four.
Physical characteristics: Rawya has a small burn scar on his left wrist. If asked about it, he'll spin this wild adventure-filled tale. He never tells the same story twice. He only burnt his wrist trying to make a fire on his own.
(Very nice, I like Rawya!)
(Sorry if this is a stupid question, but how does this sort of thing start?)
(Oh and is there an order in which we contribute our writing? Like a turn order I guess.)
(Usually whoever started the RP writes a starter, setting the scene, maybe introducing their character, and giving a situation for the others to play into)
(There's not set order, like turns, but generally try not to leave anyone too far behind. However, if two people have a conversation that doesn't include the other, that's fine, as long as it's not a constant)
(Yup and I'll throw in a starter)
Ezra curled up under his blanket trying to stay warm. He pushed up next to Kira blocking her from the snow, "I wish they would fix our tent.." He whispered with chattering teeth. Another cold blizzard blew over the mountain and snow blew in the holes of their tent and started to build up inside. Ezra looked at his shivering friends wishing they could escape, but he knew nothing about this area.
Kira shared the sentiment, and nodded along slowly as the blue-eyed child spoke. Taking great care before speaking, she tensed up her jaw in her best effort to stop her teeth from clacking together.
"It's okay, I'm sure we can figure something out," she affirmed. Her voice was dry, and cracked slightly in her attempt to raise her pitch. She cleared her throat quickly before continuing. "Besides, we've got Brains over here." She shrugged her shoulder in Franklyn's direction. They had all relied on him quite a bit in their time together, and as much as she felt guilty for it, they had almost nothing else.
"Any ideas? Rawya? Franklyn?" Anything went, when it came to suggestions, after all, they were practically working from bedrock.
Franklyn felt bad. He'd been heating the tent for the last week, but his powers had waned as he'd gotten tired, and now he could definitely tell he was sick. He wanted to pull on the little thread of strength he could always feel in his core, call up the heat, and warm everyone, but…
His body wouldn't do it. It needed to rest, apparently.
So he watched them shiver and felt bad for it.
Kira's question drew his attention, and he shook his head slowly. He wanted to have ideas, wanted to be helpful, but his thoughts were fuzzy at the moment.
"I'll try to fix the tent once the sun rises, that's what I'll do," Ezra shivered at the thought but he had to, I'll use my blanket to patch the holes he thought to himself
"I can help…" Franklyn said quietly. He was taller, and could reach higher which would help them patch holes quicker.
He wanted to say more, but didn't know what he was trying to express exactly. Apology, or frustration, or something, but whatever it was, it wasn't coming out easily.
Kira quickly shut down Franklyn's offer, it had become quite clear to her that there was something wrong with him. She didn't want to exert anyone, and especially didn't want to lose anyone in such an unforgiving climate.
"No. It's fine," she reassured, "we've got it. Right, Ezra? We can just wait. In the meantime, we can focus on doing something about this snow." She nodded as she spoke, almost as if she was agreeing with herself. She sat with a hand placed on her chin, and in just a moment, her eyes widened with the spark of an idea.
"I know! How about we try and look for a place more protected from snow… later… maybe..?" she was unsure, but it was better to get an opinion than leave it in her head. She scanned the group for a reaction.
"We could try, but I don't think Zion or any of the others would let that happen.." Ezra was referring to one of the people that held them and trained them in the camp. He was tall and very strong, even a glance and he could make all four of them fall to their knees with his power