Ooh, I'm interested... xD
I will make a character as soon as possible.

EDIT: Is it okay if I add some details to your form?

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Sure!

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New Signup Thread!

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I am interested! Bookmarking this

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I'm very interested! Will be making a form very soon.

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Oh, hey Calla! Nice to see you in here! The same RP as me! Again. xD
Thank you, I will be making a form as well! :D

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Is this the rp thread? >.>

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Yes.

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Trinket stood out in the arid desert, looking for items that would match her name. She just loved that word. Trinket. It calmed her, and made her feel nice. You might be wondering, why would Evelyn Lou change her name to, of all things, Trinket? Well, the reason is quite simple. She loves Trinkets, and is good at finding them. Which is a lovely skill if you live in the Western Tribe.

So, there she stood, scanning the dry, cracked ground, when she saw it. It was small, just a glint of a sorts that was reflecting the sunlight, but she saw it. She began to walk towards the shiny object, her shoes crunching against the cracked desert ground, when she heard something behind her. Her heart paused for a second before she yanked out her dagger and spun around. She glanced to the left and right, then at the desert floor. Slithering out from a rock was a desert snake of sorts, and Trinket let out a sigh of relief. She was quite jumpy at times like this, times when she was out in the open desert sweating buckets and pursuing valuables. Of course valuables these days weren't as valuable as they used to be, but perhaps someone would like to trade something less pretty yet more useful for a bracelet or necklace, or maybe even if they had plentiful food and water they would trade that. That was the way of the Western Tribe, to find and to trade.

Now, of course, she was out a bit farther than usual because she wanted to explore some more, but this was really just quite reckless. What if some crazy hungry Nomad attacked her from behind? And now that she thought about it, the shiny thing in the ground was likely scalding hot by now. Trinket held her knife out (just in case) as she fast-walked towards the shiny object. Now that she was close, it looked to be a cup of sorts. She pulled out a handkerchief and grabbed the handle, then pulled at it until it was yanked from the ground alongside a clot of dry soil. She shook it off a bit before hurriedly dropping it in her bag, having started to feel the heat of the item through the handkerchief.

She then turned and began to scurry away, when suddenly out of the corner of her eye she spotted something else shiny, yet this time silver. Looks like a necklace... she thought, turning and steadily walking towards it.

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Dale crouched down low to the ground. He was inching deeper into Western territory bit by bit. When he got there, he approached the junkyard and started searching for something. What he was searching for was something they took while he was on the run. He wants it back.
Dale throws rusty tin cans and old tires. He catches sight of a rusted silver ring. He grasps it steadily to observe it for a while, and then throws it a few feet over his shoulder. Still no luck so far.

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Rogue // Female // 17
Location;; near western tribe, stalking about somewhere close
Mentions;; Dale (Directly somewhat) & Trinket (indirectly)

Rogue would let her burning stare study upon two silhouettes just down stream as they dug around the trash, hoping for something that shines perhaps. Letting out a bored sigh, her hands would find it's way to tug her black mask over her face to cover her identity as she studied the new humans she'd never seen in this generation that feel to ruin.

"Typical." She'd snicker to herself, snacking on a protein bar she snagged from a old hag that bothered her when she was walking through the local trading posts, insisting she go into his hut for some special rocks to trade. It was obvious he wanted to over power her and sell her, i mean, the world is poor and anyone would do anything for some cash to feed themselves.

Rogue disposed of the wrapper, grabbing a nearby rock to wrap it around before pulling it behind her head, squinting her eyes slightly to get a direct aim. After taking a few steady breaths, the rock would fly from her hand as she moved her arm with force at the shaggy haired male that dug around, tossing stuff behind his shoulder like he was looking for something in particular.

If the rock like pebble was to hit him, she'd hide behind a charcoal colored rock and watch in amusement of his reaction.

((kinda like yer profile gif :3))

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Trinket stopped mid-stride when she heard rummaging from a small hill of discarded items to her left. Her heart sped up a bit an she continued more cautiously. However, she had decided that she would get that object, so either she'd get it or die trying. It was strange, how her fear and determination clashed. She took a few quick glances around before convincing herself it was a vulture or scavenger of sorts that had caught a whiff of some rotten meat in the pile. Yeah, that must be it she lied to herself as she crept closer. Just as she was reaching down to grab the silver object she saw something gray flash through the air towards the junk pile. She quickly grasped whatever the silver thing was and ducked away behind a convenient boulder near her.She peered cautiously over the edge. Was that a rock? Who's throwing rocks?! She thought to herself as she felt the silver thing in her hand. It had been too reflective, so she hadn't been able to see exactly what it was, but it was definitely a sort of ring. Reflective metal pieces surrounding it in the sand made it look to be a bracelet or necklace, but there was no way you could wear this on your neck.

(Dale, Rogue)

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Rogue // Female // 17
Location;; near western tribe, stalking about somewhere close
Mentions;; Dale & Trinket

Rogue would again let out a few inaudible chuckles as she watched the female's reaction, quickly hiding behind a object that covered her body quiet well. "Hah." She would begin to shift to another large boulder that wasnt too far from her original spot, collecting some rocks on her way there to get a better aim of the female. Like before, she would steadily pull her arm back, squinting a bit to focus her vision onto her target.

"He's the man of my dreams, I dont need to be queen longer, he's my king thats why." She'd sing softly to herself, humming along with the tune she barely remembered that was passed down the generation of her family line in order to keep music in this world that was slowly running out. "Im in love with my best friend." Rogue would finish before releasing the rock, hoping that her good aim would be on her side and hit the paranoid human.

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Dale reacted, realizing motion. He wasn't alone. He decided to make an escape, and quickly buried himself behind some rubbish. He peeked out of a small hole to see what was going on. His heart quickened as he felt a scaly tail curling around his arm. He slowly looked down to see a rattlesnake hissing at him. He held his breath tightly in hopes he wouldn't be caught.

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Rogue // Female // 17
Location;; near western tribe, stalking about somewhere close
Mentions;; Dale & Trinket

Rogue would move her attention from the female and move it back towards the male, snickering as he attempted an escape, but only gave her more of a area to aim for him. As he dashed for cover, she noticed a slithering reptile rattling his venomous body at him, its tongue snickering at him. "Great." She would look into her satchel, picking out her finest throwing daggers she collected over the years.

Like aiming with the rock, she would take in a deep breath and sing random lyrics gently while pulling her arm back. After a few moments of humming the tunes, she would put force into her aiming and hit onto the snake. "Bulls eye!" Rogue would violently whisper in victory as she put the rest of her daggers away, moving her way to the boy stealthily to avoid being spot by the hiding female.

"You, shut up and press your body against the rock." Rogue would harshly demand through her mask and quickly remove the dagger from the snake, stabbing it in the skull and cleaning the dagger against her clothing. "That girl there is from the western tribe, although her tribe is a trading tribe, it is more then likely that the ruthless tribes lay around ready to raid them." Looking over the covering, Rogue would fix her eyes onto the female before dragging the male with her to her original hiding place where it was more covered.

"It'd do you best to stick with me until she's gone, then ill let you get back to digging through the junk." She'd sneer into his ear and fix her mask from when it fell slightly while she was running to help the mundane.

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