Name: Samantha Woods
Nickname(s): Sam
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Sexuality/Romantic Orientation: Pan
Likes/Dislikes: animals, helping others, seeing people smile, abusive people, very bossy people, sitting around doing nothing(dislike), isolation.
Special Skills: She can jump pretty far and scale large things such as cliffs and very tall trees. Very athletic.
Personality: Social, caring, wants to help so much and can't do much bout it but she will. Always looking out for other and having their backs.
Appearance: Brunette with forest green eyes, hair is wavy and always falls on the right creating a bang on top of the right eye.
Clothing: t-shirt with cobalt blue leather jacket which never leaves her body. Hiking boots that are two sizes larger but is all she has
Weapon: Bow and Arrow
(sorry i haven't been on for a few days and your character is great!)
(we'll start after everyone makes their characters)
(Guys, so sorry this is ramen noodle writer i forgot my password and for some reason it logged me out so I made a new account)
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Harper stepped outside of her shack and looked out onto the barren wasteland. The sky was its usual brownish-gray color, stained with dangerous gasses. No grass grew on the ground she walked with her boots, all there was was dirt and rocks, and the occasional puddle of muddy water. She walked up to the ration line and stood in the very back, waiting for her and her little hut's share of food.
Ellen fiddled with a pen she had found on the ground. Must not work if someone threw it away. She fidgeted, waiting for the ration line to move. Way is it always so slow?
Sam was in her hut trying to clean off the mud from her shoes. She didn't like how the robots were malfunctioning bit by bit, she had scavenged her boots at the last minute, unable to get her own size. As she walked, you could hear the thump from the steps and how it looked like a flip-flop with the way she was walking. The only good things she had left was her cobalt leather jacket and her weapon. Both seemed as if the were in new condition even if they were almost as old as her. She just kept them in good conditions because they were both important to her.
When she finally got to the counter, there were only the worst parts of meat and two loaves of bread left. She took the cow tongue and half of a flat, flavorless loaf of bread. After getting her food, she rushed quickly back to her shack before anybody tried to steal it.
Sam saw Harper come back into their dwelling with her rations. Her stomach twisted a bit at the sight of the cows tongue. She stopped eating the rations a while ago. It was bad for her body and barely gave nutrients. The food had no flavor or seasoning and it was the same thing all the time. She decided to go out and eat 'nature's food'. It didn't taste much better but at least it improved her health.
Ellen received her rations and quickly rushed back to her hut.
Aspen sat in the corner and played with a stick
The five four-year-olds Harper was assigned to take care of began to wake up and whine, and she quickly got them a small cup of milk each. Then she gave them all a piece of bread and they ate breakfast.
Sam went out the hut and into the forest. She was getting quite bored with just sitting there so she got her satchel, weapon and jacket. Once she was there, no one and nothing was in sight. She climbed up a tall tree and sat on the branches while overlooking the camp.
She brought the children over to the only place for children for miles, a rusty old playground that looked like it was going to crumble at any second. She sat on the swing and watched the kids play. In the distance, she saw one of the old service robots freak out, sparks flying everywhere. Finally, it caught on fire and stopped. Harper was tired of all these robots that were supposed to help them break down, without anyone coming to help. She doubted those in the other countries fighting didn't even notice that this was happening.
While at the rusty old playground, a truck full of wounded American, German, and British soldiers who came from Europe were dropped off at the nearest medical camp to receive treatment. She went to see what carnage the war had done and one of the British soldiers asked her to come over. "Help me please" he said in a soft but raspy voice extending his right arm as it trembles from the horror of war. She can do nothing but leave him to his inevitable fate. A German officer walks over to her and asks what business she has doing at the medical camp.
(Wait you are referring to Harper right?) "Medical camp? This is refuge camp M-410. The medical camp is a few miles south."
Name: Carlyle Bains
Nick Name\s: Bains
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Likes: Exploring, running, astronomy, and weapons
Dislikes: adults, small spaces, needles
Special skills: Very smart when it comes to whether or astronomy, very skilled with weapons and a great runner
Personality: Develop
Appearance: Dark tan skin, dark brown eyes, and curly messy brown hair. A little tall for his age.
Clothes: Gray army pants, very old and faded. Black t-shirt and a jacket with many pockets. Combat boots
Weapon: whatever is nearest becomes his weapon
Bains was hiding in some old playground equipment and he noticed Harper, so he stood and walked over to her. "Have you every tried fixing the robots?" He questioned.
( Please notice his name his BAINS not BRAINS )
She looked at him. "No, at least I haven't. It's really advanced technology." She had to pause to run over to one of the kids and take a piece of rusty metal he was trying to play with.
Bains nodded and bit his lip. He wanted to start a conversation with this girl, but he didn't know how. He awkwardly stuck out his hand when she returned, and mumbled his name as a poor introduction.
