Published Mar 24th, 2014, 3/24/14 2:47 pm
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History
The year is 2030, humanity has all but crumbled, and their only hope of survival was lost several years ago,
within the tradegy of London, 2029.
Jason Ola is an aspiring child, constantly striving to prove his worth. On most occassions, prior to the incident,
he would wear a welcoming smile, and, while it is not odd to say as to what he would usually be dressed in,
mostly, he would bear a casual green T-Shirt, with the words: 'Luck', in italic across the centre. His dad,
Grisha Ola, first disappeared on the day of the event, and was last seen with his family indoors. However,
rumours have rapidly spread, regarding this individual, and have claimed him to have been seen with a child,
(stated Jason), he is noted for not remembering much since this particular scene.
The crypitc history that remains of this virus continues to fade into the ash, that is this world's society, they continue to corrupt the world, rendered unknown.
Backstory
Jason gazed over the horizon, the light that now outlined the several hills of the valley were fading, and the
sun was gradually drifting into the night that now dawned. He shot a glance to his supplies. Many items stood
idle, enclosed within a small backpack. It mostly consisted of a few cans, bottles of water, and a single lighter,
it wasn't much, but it was all he had left, all he could rely on.
He was stranded, hopeless within the middle of unfamiliar ground. He had been warned of this potential event
on various occassions, but he still couldn't believe he was in the centre of this mess. Despair shrouded him, if
he had hoped for survival, he'd require some form of shelter. Ever since the event, or so called: 'Incident 21',
of 2026, humanity had perished, with little to no humans, or form of society remaining. Ultimately, he had
hoped that hope and harmony would be restored, but the persistent drone of his radio that was home to his
thoughts, in this corrupted world, reminded him otherwise. However, he was losing time. He gathered his few
remaining supplies, and set off, in hope of life, and in hope of survival, for that was what this was, and that
was what drove him.
Survival.
Survival at seas.
The year is 2030, humanity has all but crumbled, and their only hope of survival was lost several years ago,
within the tradegy of London, 2029.
Jason Ola is an aspiring child, constantly striving to prove his worth. On most occassions, prior to the incident,
he would wear a welcoming smile, and, while it is not odd to say as to what he would usually be dressed in,
mostly, he would bear a casual green T-Shirt, with the words: 'Luck', in italic across the centre. His dad,
Grisha Ola, first disappeared on the day of the event, and was last seen with his family indoors. However,
rumours have rapidly spread, regarding this individual, and have claimed him to have been seen with a child,
(stated Jason), he is noted for not remembering much since this particular scene.
The crypitc history that remains of this virus continues to fade into the ash, that is this world's society, they continue to corrupt the world, rendered unknown.
Backstory
Jason gazed over the horizon, the light that now outlined the several hills of the valley were fading, and the
sun was gradually drifting into the night that now dawned. He shot a glance to his supplies. Many items stood
idle, enclosed within a small backpack. It mostly consisted of a few cans, bottles of water, and a single lighter,
it wasn't much, but it was all he had left, all he could rely on.
He was stranded, hopeless within the middle of unfamiliar ground. He had been warned of this potential event
on various occassions, but he still couldn't believe he was in the centre of this mess. Despair shrouded him, if
he had hoped for survival, he'd require some form of shelter. Ever since the event, or so called: 'Incident 21',
of 2026, humanity had perished, with little to no humans, or form of society remaining. Ultimately, he had
hoped that hope and harmony would be restored, but the persistent drone of his radio that was home to his
thoughts, in this corrupted world, reminded him otherwise. However, he was losing time. He gathered his few
remaining supplies, and set off, in hope of life, and in hope of survival, for that was what this was, and that
was what drove him.
Survival.
Survival at seas.
Gender | Male |
Model | Steve |
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