After death’s fall: a survival horror RP

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*time to into*
a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships  

 Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.

 “Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”

 He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.

 *jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”

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*time to into*
a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships  

 Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.

 “Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”

 He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.

 *jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”

 "You're right, I guess. May as well make use of that. What's your name?"

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A young man is trudging across the island, against the heavy wind. He wears a large blue coat and a bowler hat that he is struggling to keep on his head. His dirty-blonde hair is puffy and curly, and he wears a button up shirt with brown cargo pants. At his side is a large rapier in its scabbard with an extravagant handle. In his hand that isn’t holding his hat on, he has a large briefcase that is obviously stuffed to the brim.

 Another young man is standing in the wind, hardly flinching. He has odd marks on his face and looks rather imperious. He watches the man approach.

 The man walks straight past the oddly marked man, barely even tipping his hat.

 *Whoops missed this*

"Rude." The man mutters under his breath.

 He turns and speaks over the wind. “Terribly sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He speaks in a quiet and relaxed voice with a casual british accent.

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A young man is trudging across the island, against the heavy wind. He wears a large blue coat and a bowler hat that he is struggling to keep on his head. His dirty-blonde hair is puffy and curly, and he wears a button up shirt with brown cargo pants. At his side is a large rapier in its scabbard with an extravagant handle. In his hand that isn’t holding his hat on, he has a large briefcase that is obviously stuffed to the brim.

 Another young man is standing in the wind, hardly flinching. He has odd marks on his face and looks rather imperious. He watches the man approach.

 The man walks straight past the oddly marked man, barely even tipping his hat.

 *Whoops missed this*

"Rude." The man mutters under his breath.

 He turns and speaks over the wind. “Terribly sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He speaks in a quiet and relaxed voice with a casual british accent.

 "To get where? There's nothing on this god-forsaken island." The man speaks with a light french accent overlayed with a posh british accent.

*can I get unlimited ammo? as one of the traits?*

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*time to into*
a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships  

 Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.

 “Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”

 He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.

 *jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”

 "You're right, I guess. May as well make use of that. What's your name?"

 “Henry. You can call me hen”

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*can I get unlimited ammo? as one of the traits?*

 *ok.*

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*time to into*
a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships  

 Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.

 “Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”

 He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.

 *jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”

 "You're right, I guess. May as well make use of that. What's your name?"

 “Henry. You can call me hen”

 "I'd prefer Henry. I'm SIlent Sin. Call me Silen." He says this as if Silent Sin is an everyday name.

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A young man is trudging across the island, against the heavy wind. He wears a large blue coat and a bowler hat that he is struggling to keep on his head. His dirty-blonde hair is puffy and curly, and he wears a button up shirt with brown cargo pants. At his side is a large rapier in its scabbard with an extravagant handle. In his hand that isn’t holding his hat on, he has a large briefcase that is obviously stuffed to the brim.

 Another young man is standing in the wind, hardly flinching. He has odd marks on his face and looks rather imperious. He watches the man approach.

 The man walks straight past the oddly marked man, barely even tipping his hat.

 *Whoops missed this*

"Rude." The man mutters under his breath.

 He turns and speaks over the wind. “Terribly sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He speaks in a quiet and relaxed voice with a casual british accent.

 "To get where? There's nothing on this god-forsaken island." The man speaks with a light french accent overlayed with a posh british accent.

 He pounds his palm with his fist. “I’ve got to make good use of this storm.”

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*time to into*
a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships  

 Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.

 “Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”

 He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.

 *jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”

 "You're right, I guess. May as well make use of that. What's your name?"

 “Henry. You can call me hen”

 "I'd prefer Henry. I'm SIlent Sin. Call me Silen." He says this as if Silent Sin is an everyday name.

 “….”

”was your mum mental? What kinda name is that?”

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*can I get unlimited ammo? as one of the traits?*

 *ok.*

 *yes! spikey spikes will stab! (I am clearly ecstatic about this)*

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A young man is trudging across the island, against the heavy wind. He wears a large blue coat and a bowler hat that he is struggling to keep on his head. His dirty-blonde hair is puffy and curly, and he wears a button up shirt with brown cargo pants. At his side is a large rapier in its scabbard with an extravagant handle. In his hand that isn’t holding his hat on, he has a large briefcase that is obviously stuffed to the brim.

 Another young man is standing in the wind, hardly flinching. He has odd marks on his face and looks rather imperious. He watches the man approach.

 The man walks straight past the oddly marked man, barely even tipping his hat.

 *Whoops missed this*

"Rude." The man mutters under his breath.

 He turns and speaks over the wind. “Terribly sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He speaks in a quiet and relaxed voice with a casual british accent.

 "To get where? There's nothing on this god-forsaken island." The man speaks with a light french accent overlayed with a posh british accent.

 He pounds his palm with his fist. “I’ve got to make good use of this storm.”

 "With something in that briefcase, I guess?"

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*time to into*
a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships  

 Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.

 “Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”

 He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.

 *jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”

 "You're right, I guess. May as well make use of that. What's your name?"

 “Henry. You can call me hen”

 "I'd prefer Henry. I'm SIlent Sin. Call me Silen." He says this as if Silent Sin is an everyday name.

 “….”

”was your mum mental? What kinda name is that?”

 "My mother named me something I can't remember. Silent Sin is the 'name' given to me by my order when my parents were killed by ghouls."

*cut*
”so you a blood hunter?”

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*cut*
”so you a blood hunter?”

 "Monk. Way of the Cobalt Soul."

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*cut*
”so you a blood hunter?”

 "Monk. Way of the Cobalt Soul."

 “Eh. Never been one for organizations. So how did ya get here?”

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”so you a blood hunter?”

 "Monk. Way of the Cobalt Soul."

 “Eh. Never been one for organizations. So how did ya get here?”

 "I was on a boat with some other members of my order and it got shipwrecked. I woke up here."

*would a changeling be okay?? I wanna play Jaq in yet another thread lol*

*edit: HAUNTED!*

*himy what counts as a ‘fantasy race’? Anything other than human?*

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*would a changeling be okay?? I wanna play Jaq in yet another thread lol*

*edit: HAUNTED!*

 *yes and that would take a touched slot*