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Hey there. ^_^ Welcome to the VALLEY OF MODERATE PERIL. We've got it all. Come to the dense tropical jungles, with sweet juicy fruits and poisonous plants in equal measure. The land, water, and air are filled with viscious beasts, from your run of the mill wild boars to giant insects and dinosaurs. It's a viscious environment, and you have to kill and eat to avoid being eaten, or stung, or dismembered, or clawed to death, or poisoned, or diseased, or mutated, or getting tied up by a tangerine death spider, getting its ovipositer rammed down your throat, and watching two pounds baby giant spiders bursting out of your tender flesh.

The human natives will throw spears at you on a good day, and have a tendency to worship anything abnormally large and vicious. There are other communities that are more civilized, but have a less human build to them, and more inclined towards the muscular, shambling, slit-pupil and befanged description. There are brutal, quasi-human ape-men, not unlike professional football players, cunning lizard-men, and the winged psychopathic Weeroos (and you thought pidgeons were tough on the windshields o_o)
Aside from these nefarious figures, the valley is totally cut off from modern technology and civilization, so you'll have to explain how you wound up here. You can be a wild raised-by-animal-of-your-choice native or go with the old favorite plane crash/hot air balloon crash/very large eagle crash over uncharted waters plot device.

There's plenty of aerobics to do, in the form of running, staying alive, killing things, building improbably complex fortresses out of nothing but bamboo and coconuts, etc., but there's even more food, so you can expect to put on a few pounds. wink Just keep in mind that nine times out of ten, when you bite something, it'll try to bite back. domokun


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Vereh nice. ^^

When I get more than one player I'll be ready to begin the RP.

BTW, is she like, a True Amazon? >.> Cuz, you know they went to some rather extreme measures to get enough draw on their bows.

Name: Rachel Wanner
Age: 20
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Light Brown
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Average
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight, Feedee
Species: Human
Skills: Martial Arts, Lanuages, Basic Construction Skills
Weapons: Pistol (Only 2 clips), pocket knife, handcuffs
Backstory: Rachel is a typical college student. She was on her way to China to study abroad in both Chinese language and martial arts when their plane was ripped apart by a mysterious force. Due to the lack of oxygen, Rachel quickly blacked out, and when she came her part of the plane had crashed in the middle of the valley. She maintained enough of her senses to search the wreckage for anything useful. Much to her surprise and luck, the man she had been sitting next to turned out to have been the plane's federal marshal, and she quickly deprived him of his firearm and extra clip. She also took his handcuffs, a pocket knife that another passenger had somehow managed to smuggle aboard, and some food and bottled water from the refreshments cart that had been going down the aisle when the plane was hit.

Rachel wipes her mouth with a napkin as she gets to her feet. Despite the wreckage and carnage around her, she keeps her cool, perhaps as a defense mechanism to block out the horrors surrounding her. She checks the first clip to her pistol, making sure there are bullets in it before checking one more time that she knows where the safety is.

As she makes sure she knows as much about the gun as she feels she should know from watching movies, she drops the napkin. It flutters to the ground to land atop a pile of empty food wrappers. After packing as much food as she could take into the bag, she had stuffed herself on the rest, wanting to minimize as much as possible the risk of starvation in this unknown land.

Feeling she's as ready as she can be, Rachel heads into the jungle.

Rachel continues pushing through the foliage until she hears an ominous growl coming from up ahead. She stops in her tracks for a moment, then quickly ducks behind a nearby tree. Once more she checks her gun, making sure to turn off the safety.

Rachel screams in pain and fear as she feels the teeth sink into her arm. As the dinosaur raises its leg she frantically searches the ground for anything to defend herself with.

The small therapod shakes its head, digging teeth deeper into Rachel's artery and muscle tissue, and uses its toe-claw to cut a gash right next to her hamstring.

At a certain proximity to the sounds of struggle, Korchaw began to turn, his enormous momentum bringing him around in a wide, sliding arc. Taralina stood, one foot planted firmly behind his horns as he reared up on his hind legs, pulling a javelin back and taking aim at the raptor that had instantly become her target. With a heave of her wide shoulders, it left her hands...