Name- Wolf. Just Wolf. Hes an orphan, and was before the war, so he named himself.

Age- about 15

Gender- male

Personallity- kind, cool, often creepy, doesnt talk much, if at all

Appearence- WIP, will get one later

Backstory- he was an orphan before the war, ever since his parents threw him out for... reasons. He used to live on the streets. He was 9 when all this started. Now, he lives alone, trying to survive. Hes thankfully very lucky, and has found a lot of survival stuff. No people, though.

Strengths/weaknesses- can sense vibrations in the ground by touching with his palms, quick, strong, incredibly lonely, depressed

Greatest fear and wish- fear is to find others in case they kill him, wish is to hear again

Crush(If any)- none

Any illnesses in any context?- hes deaf.

Other- alone. Wants company, but scared of others.

RP example- Wolf slunk around, looking for food. He was in modern day New York, and was hungry. He sniffed, and smelled a hot dog cart. He grinned, and slunk closer. When the vendor turned his back, Wolf grabbed loads of hot dogs, buns, and condiment packets, and bolted. When he was hidden again, he grinned, and feasted, until a small dog with a missing leg walked over. Wolf smiled kindly, and passed over a hot dog. And with that, they were fast freinds.

(Will add a pic for Wolf and stuff for the dog later, just wanted to make this while I could)

Name: Cobalt ('Coba' is okay)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Quiet, but easily becomes violent. Tends to seem in thought.
Appearance: Short ink-black hair and sea-blue eyes. Tall, and always wears neutral colours.
Backstory: Doesn't know his real parents. He was raised by a single abusive man, who kicked him out when he was seven.
Strengths: Due to the early abandonment, he is mentally and physically strong.
Weaknesses: Easily swayed into attacking...anything.
Fear: Even though he was shooed off as a child, he is still scared of the man that raised him.
Wish: He wants to know who is parents are.
Crush: Who knows~

Example: Cobalt stood at the door of the small, rugged shack he and Uncle lived in, his lip quivering as the door slammed in his face. Lunging forward, he beat at it with his fists. 'Uncle!' he cried, tears running down his sorrowful face. 'Uncle!' The door swung open, a barrel of a gun pointed at his head. 'Get outta here, boy,' the cruel man said. 'I ain't got no need fo' you.' He gestured to the distant woods and spat at Cobalt. 'Go live there with the rest of God's mistakes.' He slammed the door shut as Cobalt turned and ran.

Accepted! Starting!

Accepted!

I would join, but from here on out im not going to be on as much as i wish.

Reserve a male and female please!

Name- Natashia (( Nat ))

Age- 22-23

Gender- Female

Personality- Nat has always been a cheerful soul, and excitable. She is also very romantic, and loves to have fun, even if it means being destructive. This is countered by her dark thoughts. She's not afraid to turn on people, but not her close friends and partner. Going back to those Dark thoughts, she also known as a voodoo master, as she has figured out how to brainwash people. She's a little insane, don't ya think?

Appearance- she is 5 foot 4

Backstory- As a young child her mother told her of how her father was cruel cult leader, and destroyed everything he disliked. And that's most things. She was an only child, and her mother died after an attack when she was 13, hidden away from the world, but found by a good group of people who raised her until she was 16, and then they split and turned on eachother, she was the only survivor.

Strengths/weaknesses- She is very seducing, and powerful with her fists and a gun, she is not the best swimmer though, and hates places that are too quiet.

Greatest fear and wish- Her biggest fear is finding her father, her wish is to find someone to survive with.

Crush(If any)- Has one, in the future though.

Any illnesses in any context?- A little insane.

Other- Straight!

Rp Example-
Nat placed her plate on the small pile of dishes that Viou left from the day before. She was sad Viou had left, with his red hair strands hidden across the floor and couch. She remember his bright blue gaze and toothy grin, but she'd never see that again now that they had broke up. She shook her head with a few tears and headed towards her bed.

Accepted@

Accepted! You are a wonderful addition to our.. interesting.. rp