(I am honestly annoyed, my freaking firm didn’t get submitted!)
Name: sparrow Jacks
Age: 18
Gender: female
Sexuality: bi
Species: shifter
Looks: black wavy hair, green eyes
Outfit: Loki’s army shirt, black jacket, blue skinnies, grey high tops
Personality: develop
Other: she is good at cooking
Jane jumped out of the helicopter, landed on her feet, then fell over
(Np)
(ay man, this says it's still open so I can always throw in another guy because i think more men are needed??)
(Yeah that’d be great lol)
(Name: Corbin Abbot.
Age: 24 years old.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Possibly bisexual.
Species: Human.
Looks: Neatly fixed/slightly wavy/dirty blonde hair, light brown eyes, lightly tanned skin, more of an athletic build, tattoo sleeves that start at the wrist and go up to below his elbow, around 6'0, a scar that runs up the back of his left calf to his mid thigh.
Outfit: Black fitting t-shirt, a thick camouflaged patterned jacket with a 'U.S. Navy Seals' crest on the upper right arm of it, army green cargo pants, black combat boots.
Personality: Suffers from PTSD upon hearing very loud bangs, extroverted most of the time, over protective, self conscious of himself at times, passionate, serious during business, a jokester around friends and people he knows, generally accepting of everyone, harsh at times, defensive, daring and brave, tends to be quiet helpful.
Other: Corbin grew up in the U.S., where at a young age, was sent into training with the Seals. He was stationed in Afghanistan with his team, where on a patrol one day, an undetected IUD was set off. Being close to the IUD when it went off, shrapnel struck the back of his leg, making a long and deep incision up the back of it. He was considered lucky, though, as most of his group that he was patrolling with either were killed or suffered worse wounds. He was sent home, and now he usually walks with a noticeable limp because of his injuries, and at times, has to walk with a crutch or cane for extra support.)
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Corbin hopped out of the plane, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling that shot up the back of his left leg when landing. He moved to help Jane up before turning to look at the group. He adjusted the grip on his backpack, squinting as he observed their surroundings. "I agree with Nyir, we should get going," he said, his slightly deep voice seeming to contradict his young looking features.
(This highkey died but imma revive it
As they began to move forward, it became clear that the mountains were far too tall to climb, and the circle of peaks had no gaps between mountains to slip through. There was, however, what appeared to be a series of oddly circular caves, some of which appeared enormous but were too high up to climb to
(Idk what sparrow should do
(well basically I just hinted that they should go over to the caves)
“There are caves up there. We should go!” Sparrow said
Corbin grunted in agreement, beginning to walk with the group before speaking. "We could always take shelter there for the night if we don't make it in time. We shouldn't be out in the open at night," he spoke up. As he walked, there was an obvious limp, but he didn't notice it too much- he was quite used to it.
(casually narrates for now)
Corbin was right, they didn't want to get caught in the dark. Many horrible things came out at night, none of which the group wanted to meet. There were a few smaller caves towards the base of the mountains, which were easy to get to
Nyir followed the group, her brows lowering. "We should be careful which caves we choose," she recommended, hoisting her backpack higher up her back. "There could be something already inhabiting it."
(Wait so I’m guessing they do have weapons???)
“That is exactly why we have these,” Corbin hummed, patting his backpack, where the barrel of what could have been a rifle was sticking out.
(Yep. And should I enter another character, just so I’m not exclusively narrating?)
(You can if ya want)
(I'm highkey tempted to use Finn post-being a dick but I feel like that wouldn't end well lmao)
(You could?? Him and Corbin would be army buddies lmao)
(oh boi, I've never used him in an rp before but let's do it)
Name: Finley (Finn) Vasiliev
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Species: Ghost
Looks: Tanned skin with white splotches (the largest being across his left eye), well muscled, a bit tall (about 6'), black eye backs and X-shaped eyes (left one is blue, right one is brown), short brown hair that's sort of…swoopy? in the front and white strands towards the mid-left, several open cuts that almost always bleed black blood (one at the top right of his forehead and several more on his neck)
Outfit: Gray t-shirt, puffy camo jacket, gold-rimmed sunglasses pushed up on his forehead (right lens is cracked), dark grey cargo pants, combat boots, bandages he sometimes wraps around his neck so he doesn't freak people out too much, dog tags, several bracelets
Personality: Smug, quick to anger, flirty, tries his best to be nicer but just comes off as annoyed, sarcastic, lowkey sad all the time, normally a dick but he's trying to be better
Other: Died in a DUI car crash (which is why he has all the cuts), used to be dating a half demon but ended up cheating on him, only now realizing that he's been a complete dick his entire life and is trying to turn his life around, used to be in the navy, has a faint but noticeable Russian accent
(Niceee)
(now to throw him in :v)
Finn, annoyed that he had been forgotten, let himself fizzle into existence next to Corbin. "You assholes forgot me on the helicopter," he complained, folding his arms across his chest with a huff
“You’re perfectly fine, you just need to keep up,” Corbin responded, slinging his backpack onto one shoulder now so he could dig through it with one hand, searching for his folded up cane.
"You're all lucky that I can teleport," Finn huffed before flipping the broken sunglasses on his forehead over his eyes. He looked up at the mountains before letting out a whistle. "Damn, we are never making it over those."
Corbin took out the cane and unfolded it, putting his backpack on normally as he began to walk using the cane. His leg was already sore just from jumping out of the plane, so he was glad that he didn’t forget the cane. “I’m sure we will, we just need to keep a steady pace.”
(Wait question, I thought it was only humans that were on the helicopter or do they know abou the other species?)
"Riddle me this, grandpa. How in the hell are we going to get over a ring of mountains that high? I can only teleport so far my man," Finn said, gesturing to the mountains before sticking his hands in his pockets
“Grandpa? I’m only two years older than you, you little bastard,” Corbin hissed. “And there might be a simpler way through them, we aren’t close enough to know for sure yet.”
“Lighten up you poor thing. Do you need a nap or something?” Finn teased, grinning as he wiped away a stray drop of black blood that was making its way down his forehead
Corbin shook his head slowly, concentrating on walking now. He didn’t need it be arguing with anyone at the moment. The only thing he wanted to do was get to wherever they needed to be, do their job, and then get the hell out of this place.