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 Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:07 pm
The year is 2133, a century after the Great War, in which a majority of the worlds nuclear weapons were set off. The location is Seattle, Washington. You are a survivor of the war, and your future is your own. Make friends, make enemies, make a living. Good, evil, or Mercenary, your choices are yours...
Rules:
1. No Godmodding
2. Cursing is aloud to an extent (minimum)
3. No killing without permission of user
4. Profiles are required, simply post this info before you start playing
Name
Age
Bio
Appearance
5. This is not literate required, create your own storylines, its a free post apocolyptic world
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:09 pm
Name: Drake
Age: 23
Bio: Training since child birth, Drake is a skilled mercenary. He has but one rule, the highest payer is the boss
Appearance: Look at my avatar
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:10 pm
*Drake wonders the street, kicking cans and watching for possible enemies or clients* man, its been weeks since i had a job... im getting bored
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:06 am
Name: Abby St. CloudAge: 20Bio: She is a quiet kind girl that means well. She is the only one left from her family.Appearance: 
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:08 am
αввʏDrink the poisin lightly....╔══════════════╗♥ Abby was walking briskly down the street, keeping her head low. She carefully watched her surroundings trying to stay out of harms way.╚══════════════╝...cuz there are deeper and darker things then you.ண
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:04 am
*Drake suddenly notices from down the street a silhouette is walking, he places his hand on his 9mm pistol and begins jogging toward her, waving one hand in the air* Hey! Hey you!
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 10:57 am
αввʏDrink the poisin lightly....╔══════════════╗♥ Abby's froze in her place, someone was yelling at her. She took a step back, he had a gun. "Please no..." she whispered. he was too close to run. ╚══════════════╝...cuz there are deeper and darker things then you.ண
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 1:01 pm
*Drake stopped a few from the girl* hey there, my names Drake, im a mercenary... i was wondering if you needed a job to get done...
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 2:53 pm
αввʏDrink the poisin lightly....╔══════════════╗♥ Abby let out a sigh of relief, she though he was going to kill her. "Er..." Her voice was scratchy "i don't really assign jobs.." She paused "whats a mercenary?"╚══════════════╝...cuz there are deeper and darker things then you.ண
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:56 pm
Name Zeven Elijah Zebulin Age 17 Bio if you want to know then get to know him Appearance 
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:10 pm
~Zeven~
Zeven rested hiding under a low lying tipped tree, panting heavily, 'i think i lost them' he waited in silence. a half hour passed before he dare make a noise. he sat down more comfortably and stretched his sore body, '2 days of running, thank god they gave up' he thought as he reached into his bag and pulled out a big piece of bread and started eating.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:21 pm
Name: Kira Age: 15 Bio: parents: dead, siblings: dead, so it's just her. Appearance: 
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:37 pm
((yay! another person : D ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:47 pm
~Kira~
Kira dropped from the tree Zeven was sitting under but she did it silently and behind him so he didn't know she was there. She landed in a crouch, and not making a sound creeped forwards slowly. Then without warning she jumped and tackled Zeven yelling
"Gotcha!" ((Glad I made someone happy))
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:53 pm
~Zeven~
Zeven jumped up slinging his his bag on his sholder, pulled out a sword in one hand and a small knife in the other. hiding the small knife from sight. "what do you want?"
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