To Dust
Project Overview
this is a RP reading that will be uploaded to youtube here is the story description: War has
Burned the planet to cinders.
Very few of us remain.
The Rich ran to their bunkers.
And the poor tried their hardest to survive.
Bombs flew from many places and fell without regard for any town, to make way for drilling, indigenous horses and buffalo were rounded up and sold to slaughter, some injected with sterilizer with tuberculosis and released back into the wild to infect others, this cycle continued as they were made into fast food items and labeled beef. This started epidemics. And with the lack of animals to forage the land, wild fires scorched the earth for many miles wiping out everything in it's path. Like the embodiment of mother natures revenge this would leave nothing untouched.
After the need for oil, uranium and natural gas grew, more due to the wars, fracking was done in volcanic areas. especially the Yellowstone Supervolcano.
The irruptions rendered most of the world completely destroyed and the rest polluted with ash. Triggering a volcanic winter and unending confused chaos.
10 years later
Internet is nearly extinguished only the few elites still possess minimal use of this margin of communication.
It's now 2020, the entire world is touched by the destructive cataclysm.
Some fought each other over resources such as food. But most
Worked together to live.
Many races and religions were operating in unison.
We all had one thing in common.
Surviving
this story is an apocyliptic scenario.
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casting will be done in august
Notes is currently an incredible successful traditional doctor medicine, he tends to his patients until the are completely recovered making it so that it can be complicated sometimes with getting him to leave an area due to his tendency to tend to patients.
Notes usually handles a majority of illnesses expect for terminal illnesses, he does have knowledge when it comes to western medicines along with diagnosing people with specific illnesses, terminal or not he ensures the comfort of every patient.
for his voice I would say like deep, with an undertone with sarcasm when it comes to his witty comments. a canadian accent but NOT HEAVY JUST A TAD
*Someone he likes (friend/love/anyone) is being kidnapped in front of him* "Well.... that was... unexpected."
*He's being attacked by bandits:
He'd sigh and then say* "Are you done attempting your pretentious assault?"*He joins the bandits:*
"I'll join, but if you piss me off, I assure you, you will die from disease and poison."
he was only 5 years old when what seemed to be hell itself, scorched the earth. He lived in the U.S on farm land in Montana, he remembered the constant talk of war. And about the more frequent need of oil and recourses came. They began to frack the Yellowstone super volcano more and more till one day he heard the rumbling or rather velt it the evacuation warning had come an hour before but barely soon enough. He saw the disaster unfold as he followed his mother into a helicopter. Though it was her wallet that saved them he always looked up to pilots from that day... But even after escaping the initial blast what followed tore his family and country apart. He had survived by getting far underground then through starvation and pure misery he made it into another country but not sure which one... It did not matter as the bombs fell ceaselessly it did not matter who dropped them or what they were aimed at. To him it was a sign of Gods wrath. Not old enough to understand he fell into the hands of a slave ring. Being used in many ways Though he hated them it was better than living in the desert and war weary places, he grew being sold and traded through many houses, until it happened that he was sold to a lesser house after growing too fast for most men's liking. Bandits came and destroyed it all taking him In hopes of Ransom. To no avail he was forgotten and eventually joined this group of fools
His voice IS CHILD LIKE, HE'S ONLY 14
HIS NAME IS ORION pronunciation O-ryan
*attacking trailer hauling goods* "Let's do this!''
*in custody of a small tribe of survivors* "you don't get it, that only goes so far. we do our best to survive! you can't blame us for doing what every human has to do to live. we tried everything but sometimes we have to take what we can get when we can''
*glaring at attackers* every damn time! as soon as we get on our feet someone has to tear us down, that's IT'' *now yelling* ''YOU WANNA PLAY THIS GAME? LET'S DO IT!''
He ran as quickly as his small legs could carry him
They moved from area to area but could find nothing but desert
Trailor one, Orion Fletcher
Full name: Eizan Clemont
Pronunciation: Ai-zan Clemont
Nickname(s) or Alias: Ghost or Phantom
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: March 12
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: Dutch, Jamaican
Languages spoken: English (Main language) , Dutch
Native language: Dutch
Physical Appearance
Height: 6'1
Weight: 165 lbs
Figure/build: Average build, somewhat muscular
Hair color: Black
Hairstyle: Shaggy hair
Facial hairstyle: Stubble
Eye color: Blue
Skin color: Light brown
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Scars: Slight burn mark on his right arm, Scar on the back of his left shoulder
Preferred style of clothing: Clothes with room and despises tight or fitting attire but regular attire consists of a black hoodie, Gray turtleneck shirt, Black loose pants, and Dark gray combat boots with black soles
Jewelry/accessories: Keeps a rosary to remind him of his family, friends, and mistakes made
Health
Smoker: Generally no, but lights one to mourn loss
Drinker: Despises drinking
Addictions: None
Allergies: None
Ailments/illnesses/disabilities: None
His voice is somewhat like KAZUMA FROM KAZE NO STIGMA
*kidnapped wakes up* where the hell am I?
*joins Orion* alright but don't tick me off
*person close to him dies wipes his tears and lights a cigarette pained voice* god damn it... This is why.... I shouldn't get close to people
''I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP'' *followed by gasping/struggling to breath
*confused* ''i'm finished eating let him have the leftovers''
''words like that mean nothing boy, come back when your balls have dropped'' *triumphant*
HE IS 8 YEARS OLD IN IN THIS SCENE SO A HIGHER PITCH WOULD BE PREFERABLE "you can stand on my shoulders" *patting his shoulders for emphasis* ''and use the rail to pull me up"
'HE IS 17 IN THIS SCENE *clinging to the train swinging himself to reveal his gun he began shooting blindly into the vehicle that pursued them* I am the defender, I will not be swayed!
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