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[Anyone can join. Just message me and let me know what you want your role to be. This is the first time RPing with this character, so I figure I'll make an epic RP with her. Message to join. XD Oh, there is a limit though. 5 characters is max. Don't want too many.]
A cold breeze brushed over her face, waking her from a deep slumber, or coma. She wasn't really sure which one. She opened her eyes and looked around, brushing a strand of red hair out of her face. She saw snow and snow-covered mountains for miles. It was a beautiful site to see, but she had no clue where she was or how she got there. She couldn't even remember her own name. She was sure it began with an 'N' at least.
She sat up and looked around, as if she would find anything out of the ordinary. She was lost in a sea of white. The only thing she feared, though, was that she was wearing completely red armor that matched her hair. She was a target for any predator raoming the snowy landscape. She looked to her side and noticed a blaster rifle with a small datapad beside it. She picked it up and looked back around. Surely there was a ship nearby or something, or else those wouldn't have been there.
Naomii... That was her name, she firgured, or else the datapad wouldn't have been left with her. She wondered why this man had wiped her memory, though. She would forever be suspiscious until she remembered his face. Everything previous to her moment of awakening was an open blackness. There was no way to know who was who.
"I guess I better find help..." She said to herself as she picked up the blaster rifle and stood to her feet. It felt as though it had been years since she last walked. Her legs almost gave out. It was an effort to put one foot in front of the other. She looked up and felt discouraged. All she saw was the sea of snow with the mountains peaking. Everything was covered in white. The sky was the only bit of blue she could see.
"How the hell am I supposed to get out of this?" She asked, as if someone was standing beside her. She started to walk foward, as if there was anything else she could do. She kept her rifle ready in case anything decided it was hungry.
A cold breeze brushed over her face, waking her from a deep slumber, or coma. She wasn't really sure which one. She opened her eyes and looked around, brushing a strand of red hair out of her face. She saw snow and snow-covered mountains for miles. It was a beautiful site to see, but she had no clue where she was or how she got there. She couldn't even remember her own name. She was sure it began with an 'N' at least.
She sat up and looked around, as if she would find anything out of the ordinary. She was lost in a sea of white. The only thing she feared, though, was that she was wearing completely red armor that matched her hair. She was a target for any predator raoming the snowy landscape. She looked to her side and noticed a blaster rifle with a small datapad beside it. She picked it up and looked back around. Surely there was a ship nearby or something, or else those wouldn't have been there.
Dear Naomii,
I've left you a blaster to defend yourself there on that winter Hell. Consider it a shread of mercy, schutta. If I find out you survived the planet, I'll consider you worthy of life once more. This is the most merciful you'll ever find a Bogan to be. As for your friend, he wasn't so lucky. You were already in the memory-wiping stasis, but I made sure each part of his body was scattered across the universe.
Ulitmately, you've no food and no means of keeping yourself warm unless your armor begins working again. I'd say you have a week from the time you wake to find a way to survive. If we cross paths if you can make it out alive, I'll cut you to pieces and those you call friends.
Sincerely,
Gale
I've left you a blaster to defend yourself there on that winter Hell. Consider it a shread of mercy, schutta. If I find out you survived the planet, I'll consider you worthy of life once more. This is the most merciful you'll ever find a Bogan to be. As for your friend, he wasn't so lucky. You were already in the memory-wiping stasis, but I made sure each part of his body was scattered across the universe.
Ulitmately, you've no food and no means of keeping yourself warm unless your armor begins working again. I'd say you have a week from the time you wake to find a way to survive. If we cross paths if you can make it out alive, I'll cut you to pieces and those you call friends.
Sincerely,
Gale
Naomii... That was her name, she firgured, or else the datapad wouldn't have been left with her. She wondered why this man had wiped her memory, though. She would forever be suspiscious until she remembered his face. Everything previous to her moment of awakening was an open blackness. There was no way to know who was who.
"I guess I better find help..." She said to herself as she picked up the blaster rifle and stood to her feet. It felt as though it had been years since she last walked. Her legs almost gave out. It was an effort to put one foot in front of the other. She looked up and felt discouraged. All she saw was the sea of snow with the mountains peaking. Everything was covered in white. The sky was the only bit of blue she could see.
"How the hell am I supposed to get out of this?" She asked, as if someone was standing beside her. She started to walk foward, as if there was anything else she could do. She kept her rifle ready in case anything decided it was hungry.