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[Slayerhero90]

You sleep on the cold concrete ground deep underground, humans.
It is quiet.
In all of your dreams, you are checking over the same list of who you are, over and over again.

Each of you, what does that list look like?

Spoiler: Fill this out. (click to show/hide)

Name:
Sex:
Age:
Nationality:
Appearance:
Disabilities:

Talents:
Personality:

((Talking is a free action, everything else isn't.))

[HissinhWalnuts]

Name: Max Jilly
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Nationality: Murica USA
Appearance: Average height, thin, brown eyes, brown hair. Wearing a grey tee that says Mordaving with a purple/orange spaceship above it, white sneakers, and grey sweatpants. Pale as hell.
Disabilities: Needs glasses, wimpy, paranoid to a small extent.

Talents: Hitting things with tools, hitting things precisely with tools, crafting basic things, basic knowledge of supporting and architecture, FRIED FOOD!, 1337 gamer skills, and basic fencing skills.
Personality: 'Generally' smart, but is prone to doing acts of supreme clumsiness.

[Remuthra]

Spoiler: The List (click to show/hide)

Name: Joe Bridger
Sex: Male
Age: 86
Nationality: Bostonian
Appearance: A scruffy old man with a long, tangled gray mess of hair, facial and otherwise, wearing pink bathrobe and bunny slippers over a set of worn combat fatigues. He wears a dashing black fedora, and has a falcon sitting on his hand. He uses a gnarled ash cane to support himself. He is tall, with piercing ice-blue eyes, and seems to be in better-than-average condition for an octogenarian.
Disabilities: Old age, limp, PTSD, slight case of mental instability, reckless

Talents: Intimidation, Combat Skills, Leadership, Falcon Taming, Immunity to Fear, Knitting.
Personality: Oh, you'll see...

[LeoLeonardoIII]

Spoiler: Boxcar Jack (click to show/hide)

Name:Boxcar Jack
Sex: Male
Age: 45
Nationality: American
Appearance: Sad Hobo, threadbare suit and suitcase, old rumpled trilby hat
Disabilities: Fear of loneliness

Talents: Begging, boxcar jumping, tin-can cookery, dice and card games, rolling cigarettes, tall tales
Personality: Downtrodden but ingratiating

Sleeping on the cold ground, huh? *Stretch* Just another day in paradise ...

[doolydeath1]

Can someone here tell me if I can do this if I'm aussie and in a different time frame?I'm new to this whole thing

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Jack Austin
Sex:male
Age:42
Nationality:Australian
Appearance:Puffy eyelids, short, fat, Curly brown hair that goes over his ears, Blue plain T-shirt with yellow stains, red shorts.
Disabilities:Slow, Can't reach high places.

Talents:Fast talker, good with a knife and fork, pro bbq cooker.
Personality:Friendly although never really went out much, has an Aussie accent, likes to watch movies in the cinema and is a stereotypical australian.   

[Remuthra]

Can someone here tell me if I can do this if I'm aussie and in a different time frame?I'm new to this whole thing

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Jack Austin
Sex:male
Age:42
Nationality:Australian
Appearance:Puffy eyelids, short, fat, Curly brown hair that goes over his ears, Blue plain T-shirt with yellow stains, red shorts.
Disabilities:Slow, Can't reach high places.

Talents:Fast talker, good with a knife and fork, pro bbq cooker.
Personality:Friendly although never really went out much, has an Aussie accent, likes to watch movies in the cinema and is a stereotypical australian.   

Play by post. Timezones matter not.

Also, in case you didn't get it, this is the roleplaying section. This is a fictional character you're creating.

[Elfeater]

Name: Lukas Heisenkaf
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Nationality: German
Appearance: Tall blonde man, with a broken nose, and a crooked smile.
Disabilities: Bad sense of smell. Introverted, stubborn

Talents: Smart, endurance, calm under pressure, good with melee weapons, good eyesight
Personality: Hard to makes friends with, but when you do he will be loyal to you.

[Elfeater]

-double post-

[Slayerhero90]

All of you, except for Jack (already awake), are jolted awake by a loud static coming from a speaker positioned above the only door in the room.
Along with the static is a low hum that makes the tips of your digits and backs of your necks tingle.

The room is square and the floor, walls, and ceiling are concrete.
It is lit by a single floodlight next to the door. It is flickering and dim, yet still hurts your eyes.
The door is made of metal, with a small reinforced glass window and a letter N in red paint above it.
There is a scrap of grey cloth on the floor.

You all have your clothes, although somewhat more tattered than usual. You, Mr. Bridger have your cane, but not your falcon.
Your bones all ache from sleeping on a hard surface.

[HissinhWalnuts]

Oh hello, anyways lets see what happens when I open the door. Is it locked, or is it not?
Opens door.(Obviously.)

[Elfeater]

Lukas picks up and examines the cloth

[Remuthra]

"Huh, wuzzah, Sasha? Eh? Sasha?
WHERE IN THE BLOODY HELL IS MY FALCON?"
Joe Bridger bolts upright and begins waving his cane about in a frantic manner.
"WHERE'D YOU TAKE HER, YOU STINKING PILES OF ROTTING NAPALMED SPACE VEGETABLES? I'LL STRING YOU UP BY YOUR WRISTS AND CUT OUT YOUR LIVERS, THEN STUFF 'EM AND MOUNT 'EM ON MY WALL! GIVE HER BACK, YOU BLASTED SONS OF DIRT-EATING INVALIDS!"
The old man seems rather distressed at the loss of his close companion.

[HissinhWalnuts]

Calm down man we don't know where we are either, your guess is as good as mine as to what happened to it.

[Remuthra]

Calm down man we don't know where we are either, your guess is as good as mine as to what happened to it.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, SHE'S BEEN TAKEN! I HAVE TO FIND A WAY OUT OF HERE, FIGURE OUT WHERE SHE WENT, GET HER BACK!
Joe Bridger begins punching the door. He will continue this behavior until it opens, he passes out, or he is forcibly restrained.

((You know the tendency of somewhat insane people to create a "friend" to talk to? "WILSOOON!" and all that? Well, a minor psychotic break may be in progress .))

[doolydeath1]

Jack walks next to Lukas and tries to strike up a conversation with him by saying hello. He also carefully examines the grey cloth that Lukas is holding.