Crashed: A Survivor Role Play

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A group of teenagers were taking a vacation, to find their helicopter out of fuel. The pilot deserted them as the aircraft tumbled down through the sky. Landing on a deserted island, they band together to find food and shelter.

Become a part of this, create your character and survive.

Rules:
1. Follow all TFR and RP Rules.
2. Don't make your character the center of attention or dramatically change the plot to make it about your character. Any major plot twists should be brought up with me.
3. Don't have any more than two characters on the island.
4. Have fun!

Character Form:
1. Male or Female:
2. Character Name:
3. Character Appearance:
4. Character Personality/Traits:
5. Character Age:

My Character Form:
1. Female
2. Sarah Ashley
3. Pale, red hair, brown eyes, tall and skinny.
4. Stays on task, likes strategy and planning ahead. Plans all of the days work.
5. 16

1. Male
2. Stephen
3. 6 feet tall, short black hair, brown eyes
4. Likes hanging out with friends, big joker, straight-A student
5. 18 years old

Welcome Andy! Can't wait until we get started with this!

Me either.

The helicopter falls from the sky. Teenagers are panicking and scrambling around the aircraft. Their pilot in a frenzy, grabs a parachute and jumps. Screaming the teenagers find their own and jump when above an island. Some pair because not enough are supplied. Famished and exhuasted, two teenagers, Sarah and Stephen, collapse into a deep sleep.

Sarah woke to find herself surrounded by plant-life. She groaned as she sat up to find Stephen next to her. Where were the others? She got up and brushed herself off as she tried to wake her classmate.

Sarah started shaking Stephen, and finally he woke up.

"Where...am...I...?" asked Stephen wearily.

Sarah sat down and began to speak. "I don't know. We crashed on the helicopter and got separated with the others. Some sort of island I think. I know just as much as you." Sarah decided to lie down. She had a pain in her shoulder and didn't want to complain.

Stephen nodded and said, "If you're going to lie down for a while, I'm going to go see if I can find some food and maybe some things to build a shelter with."

Sarah sat up. "No, I'll help. I'm not going to just sit here while you work. We both fell out of that thing and we both need to work." Her voice was monotone and unwavering, her piercing eyes staring into Stephen's.

"Okay. We can split up - You go that way and look for some food," Stephen said, pointing in one direction, "And I'll go the other way to look for some shelter supplies."

Sarah nodded and took off. She starting thinking to herself. Okay, so i'm on an island who knows where, seperated from the others and left with Stephen. How do I find food? She knew asking was useless and the stated information was no better. Her eyes scanned the area for something, anything she knew was edible. They froze at a mango tree. She scrambled up the trunk to pick some.

Stephen started walking along the beach, looking for logs and driftwood to build a shelter. I wonder how I'm going to find any wood here. There's none in sight. Maybe I'll have to cut down one of those trees....

Sarah climbed the mango tree as her shoulder pain returned. She moved up branch by branch fire blazing inside her shoulder. She became in reach of some and picked them, putting them in her jacket pockets. After grabbing 7, she looked down. "Holy crap," she muttered. How was she going to get to the ground?