Character Census
Character name|Age|Gender|Crime|Player
[8♂:9♀][Total: 17]

•Penelope Davis|17|Female|Larceny|AllySloth
•Aaron King|17|Male|Smuggler|AllySloth
•Samuel Westbrook|20|Male|Smuggled Onto Ship|AllySloth
•Cypress Kildeer|12|Female|Assault of an Officer|AllySloth
•Siobhan Westbrook|17|Female|Illegal Second Child & Aggravated Assault|Legolas
•Kato Davis|16|Male|Theft & Improper Use of Supplies|Potato Lord
•Talia Bello|17|Female|Aggravated Assault|Potato Lord
•Benjamin Rush|17|Male|Attempted Murder|Potato Lord
•Viktor Kurylenko|17|Male|Smuggling|Potato Lord
•Cane House|17|Male|Theft|Lady Khajiit
•Jade Weaver|15|Female|Unpermitted Space Exploration|Lady Khajiit
•Valentine Parkins|13|Male|Attempted Murder & Illegal Second Child|thelowercase_king
•DD Baazil|17|Female|Murder|MoeMoe
•Rafael Da' Silva|17|Male|Murder in the 1st degree, Assault, & Theft|Christicat15
•Xylia Grimsong|14|Female|Theft & Substance Abuse|NightShade
•Dakota Silver|17|Female|Murder & Assault|Direwisp
•Vivian Da' Silva|15|Female|Illegal Second Child|Direwisp
•Caden Schmidt|17|Male|Theft|ScottishCoyote

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JUNE 17, 2148 AT 06:00

It came as a shock to everyone child in the skybox. Yells for everyone to wake up was normal but for them to line up, single file, like the little ones in school, was odd to say the least. The normal day wasn't started with council member King lecturing the delinquents about civil duties. One hundred names were called, the rest excused. It was mostly the older kids, the ones that were to be floated in a year, maybe a few months, or even a few days. "I know this will come as a surprise to you." The councilman announced. "The Ark is dying." Gasps and whispers wrippled threw the crowd that had formed. "I was quite scared myself." His dark hand on his chest, trying to seem equal to the young criminals. His eyes locked on his son's for a few seconds, he quickly looked away.

"This is your chance to save humanity. This is your chance to save your family, your friends, your significant others, and citizens of the Ark." He continued. "You special 100 individuals will conquer both an old, and a new, frontier. The council has decided to send this group to Earth." More whispers and surprised gasps came from the crowd of young ones. Some of them held back tears as they knew it meant their death. King gestured for the audience to hush. "You will see if the Earth has the ability to sustain human life. This could mean the continuation or the extinction for the human race. The life or death for the remaining human lives. Your sacrifice will allow not only this generation but thousands of others to live on, not just on the Ark, but on our true home. Earth." His final words inspired cheers from some and eye rolls from others.

Councilman King motioned for the guards standing around the group. They came around to each child in pairs, one holding a box and the other asking for their right hands. Each one of them got a dull metallic bracelet. It locked, made a few noises, and started to glow. "These bracelets will allow us to monitor your vitals. Everything from your heart rate to your hydration levels. This will tell us whether or not you are alive. Communications with the Ark and the Exodus ship are ready for landing." He explained. "You cannot take them off. It is very important that we know your status so we can get an accurate read on how livable the conditions are." The rest of the delinquents got their wrist band. They were seamless, no lock mechanisms on the outside. If King wanted to give them a challenge, he did for a few. "All of the human species will forever be grateful for your efforts, your sacrifice, and your service. Good luck to you." The guards rushed the large group to the drop ship.

The 100 person drop ship was quickly fixed to be in working order. Only having a few days before the actual launch. They were packed into the ship. There were quiet sobs from the fearful, chatter from the excited, but most of the 100 were speechless. They didn't know what expect. Each one of them has seen pictures and heard old tales about the Earth. The vibrant colors of the plants, the beautiful blue sky with fluffy white snow, and animals so adorable they'll melt your heart. The count down to launch happened in the control room. The beginning of the launch went perfectly. As the ship moved there was silence. The adolescents in the ship felt a shaking of the ship, loud noises caused some screams. The lights flickered as the ride became rockier.

"Sir the ship is malfunctioning!" A control worker yelled. They tried and tried to correct the course as the ship plumited towards Earth, away from the drop site, far away from the supplies they sent. There was no salvaging the ship. It was going to crash.

The crash thundered through the empty forest of Earth. The door opened and dazed teens stumbled out. They were all feeling differently, but all were amazed at what they were seeing.

~DD Baazil || Female || 17 || Murder~

Sitting in the back seat of the spaceship, head cushioned by her backpack, DD slept through most of the crash. Ironic as it was, the young woman did not wake until the huge shuttle hit the earth with the sound of crumpling metal, blaring alarms, and sudden silence. The force of the impact had thrown Baazil against her safety restraints effectively bruising her ribs, and snapping her head forward painfully where bent metal sliced through the skin right above her right eye...it was a rude awakening to say the least.

DD spent a long time staring at nothing before sending a few glances around the area in confusion...the view was grim, and it was obvious the 'glorious' trip the 100 had been sent on had gone terribly wrong. The still forms of several of her fellow criminal's spoke of DD Baazil's luck in her ability to still suck oxygen into her lungs.

Checking her safety restraints the young woman was relieved to find that they came undone with ease, undamaged in the fall. The woman's first move was to grab her pack from her seat, slinging the single strap backpack across her chest before she set to work checking a few pulses before shaking her head...it looked as if none of those in her section of the spaceship had survived. A part of DD was grateful, a part of her was guilty for being grateful, a part of her was sad...the jumble of conflicting emotions were dealt with by the murderer in the form of a soft snort of dry humor.

"You're a mess."

Kneeling beside a still form, DD started ripping shreds of cloth from the dead woman's form. A few strips she placed within her pack, one she tied around her forehead covering the bleeding wound above her eye...she was no stranger to having to care for her own wounds. She had learned a long time ago that no one truly cared for her welfare except herself. She was the only one that could get herself out of this mess alive, just like she had gotten herself out of that dreadful house.

There could have been another way.

Ignoring the voices in her mind, the young criminal made her way out of the ship...collecting a few knick-knacks along the way, but staying on the move. Now that her mind was clear, the criminal knew that their was no possibility that she, or anyone else for that matter, would be able to survive alone on this ancient planet. Apparently predators, and prey alike came in various sizes, shapes, and high levels of aggression. They lived for food first and foremost. People were food...it would not take long for those monsters to come sneaking from the wilderness to scavenge the dead.

"Is anyone there?"

The words were loud and firm, spoken just as DD jumped from a opening in the side of the enormous shuttle, landing on the dirt with a thud. What she saw shocked the usually rock solid personality to the core...she knew the history of the earth...had seen it from the stars, knew what it had been before it was poisoned, knew what it was now. Even poisoned the planet was unlike anything the woman had seen, with trees encircling the clearing as far as the eye could see, and mountains standing tall framed by the rising sun.

It was beautiful. Though the trees were twisted every which way from their inner battles, bark darkened so that it was nearly black, leaves an assortment of pale greens and grays. It was tough, unforgiving, and beautiful.

How could her ancestors have ever left such a planet? What could it have possibly been like before it had been poisoned? Swiping a hand through her hair in frustration, DD shook her head before following the edge of the ship dark blue eyes scanning for life. Ironic as it was...excitement burned in the woman's chest a deep certainty ingrained in her heart. Whether or not she died in the next few days was insignificant....because she would have lived more than anyone in that metal box floating in space.

That was good enough for her.

Rafael Da' Silva
Male | 17 years, 5 months | Murder in the 1st degree, Assault, & Theft | Location: Dropship -> Outside | Mentions: [Directly] Vivian [Indirectly] Everyone, Siobhan

A grunt escaped the lips of the man as he sat in one of the seats of the dropship, head pressed against the seat in frustration. He wanted to find his sister, who was unaware he was even here. Strapped in the seat, he felt helpless and looked around for his sister, at least wanting to let her know he was here before the ship took off. But, much to his dismay, she didn't come near him and he never got a chance to see her. She was probably on the level above him, unfortunately. Sighing in annoyance, Rafael sat there still, his intimidating yet captivating green orbs glaring around at everyone, as that was all the man could do in the seat. Scratching his head, the rather handsome man sat there, taking a look at one of the scars on his wrist at it passed in front of his eyes when he scratched his forehead. The murderer had a great deal of scars on his body, none affecting his overall physical attractiveness. The number of scars he owned was a surprise to most, considering that not many people had scars at all living on the Ark, especially not as much as him.

Then the ship started moving, and the male sat there calmly, looking around to see the faces of others, some calm like him while most with wider eyes. But then something was wrong. The ship started shaking as it flew through space and alarms were starting to go off. He soon understood after thinking through all the screaming going on around him. The ship was crashing.

Grunting as the ship moved around with great force, his eyes widened a bit as he saw a sharp piece of metal coming directly towards his face and tried to move out of the way, but was too late. The sharp end ended up hitting his skin, right about his left eyebrow. He was thankful it didn't hit his eye. Groaning as the blood dripped down his face, he reached for his shirt and tore a little part off with ease, pressing it to the hurt spot, but was unsuccessful as the ship was moving to fast and shaking too much and he didn't want to shift the metal piece. Throwing the blood soaked piece of shirt to the ground, he gripped the handles beside him as the ship neared the earth.

And it hit with a heavy crash and a loud noise, everything going silent for a moment. In the crash, he had been hit against the back and at least bruised his side, if not a rib or too. Looking around with one closed eye, Rafael observed the dropship. A lot of people were dead, but plenty were alive. ~ One woman he saw was an incredibly beautiful brunette, one that struck interest in him. But he would not think about that and would focus on something else- besides, who would like someone like him? A murderer and a thief. Grunting, he undid his seat belt and stood up, the metal piece still sticking out of his head. It had gone in a bit farther in the crash as well. Groaning a bit as his head pounded and blood dripped down his face, he placed both hands on the metal piece and ripped it out, quicking ripping a piece of shirt again and pressing it to his head, not caring who was watching him do so. He threw the blood-covered metal piece to the ground in frustration. That would leave a scar, and would add to the many others. But he didn't care about it or the pain, there was only one thing on his mind;

He needed to find his sister. Watching a woman open the dropship, he hurried to the door, eager to go outside and concluding that he'd find his sister once he exited the dropship. As the large ramp door fell to the ground, the sun hit his face quickly, his eyes squinting. Boots hitting the ramp, he walked down it, narrowed eyes observing the surprisingly beautiful area of the supposedly poisoned planet. It was extremely beautiful, like nothing he had ever seen before. Interest and curiosity washed over him as his boots hit the dirt covered ground, eyes looking around at the lush green grass and leaves of the tall, tall trees. Looking around, he felt happiness overcome him as he spotted a certain person; Vivian Da' SIlva. His beautiful, young sister. "Vivian!" he called out, walking quickly towards the fifteen year old female. He approached her, left hand holding the piece of shirt up to the wound above his eye, wondering how his sister would react to him being there.

OOC: Wow. Just wow. I didn't even mean to type it this long xD

Siobhan Westbrook
Female • Seventeen Years Old • Mentions: None, open

It was bound to happen anytime.

Siobhan had thought about it momentarily a few times in the past, when the boredom striked and her hiding spot was just too dark as to play with the few toys she had. She wondered if the Ark would ever stop providing the people a place to call home, though the idea appeared ridiculous and so she shoved it in the back of her mind. Before her parents were floated, she trusted deeply in the council and believed the leaders were wise with the use of supplies, so the thought never returned until that moment. This new had a small impact on her compared to the other one-- They were going to be sent down. Although it seemed logical at such a critical point, she silently began to freak out. They were all being sent to the Earth to die, basically, and the little she had read and heard about the planet had been enough to assure herself so. The unknown often meant danger, and the Earth was a delicate matter -Apparently transformed into a mission- that adults were supposed to treat, not kids, if you asked her. 

Half of her life was spent on the Sky Box, while the other half was spent hidden on the Ark. How would she know how to survive along a bunch of other criminals?

In less than five minutes all the teens were respectively on their assigned seats, and the descent began. Siobhan felt the need to close her eyes and avoid watching other's desperation, or else her own anxiety would increase considerably. The dropship began to shake violently and so screams were heard over the 'The ship is malfunctioning!'. She wouldn't need to worry about how was she going to survive in Earth-- They would die before they even touched the ground. Shrieking and mechanic-like noises disappeared and silence grew among the teens, momentarily believing it was all over, until a last, powerful impact struck The 100. They landed.

Dust rose and Siobhan opened her eyes, finding before her many passed out or injured teens. With difficulties she unbelted from the seat as several people attempted to help others, though Siobhan wouldn't be of much help given her poor knowledge in medicine matter. Disoriented, she glanced around and spotted the large gate of the ship rounded by desperate juveniles who, like animals, tried to force open the metal door. The environment could still have radiation, wich could kill them all in only a matter of seconds. However, it only took a brief moment of doubts until she convinced herself. If the radiation didn't ended with their lives, something else would at the end of the day, as far as she knew. She joined them and opened the gate.

A strong and bright light entered, and instantly, Siobhan felt an unknown, nice heat that felt comfortable even on the tip of her fingers. She recognized it as the sunlight, making its way through the branches and leaves of the trees. The trees that provided natural, never ending oxygen. The brunette gave a couple steps forward, inhaling deeply to take in all of the aromas that the fresh air offered. She was still breathing, and that was the best of the signs.

"We're back home.", she'd say in a low enough tone, smiling to herself.