Afterworld

(read up on the world and prep a character, i turn no one away.)

(Okay!)

Name: Jameson  
Age: 24  
Gender: Male  
Appearance: Jameson Is a tall, dark scaled dragon with large white horns. He has piercing blue eyes and always wears clothes to conceal most of his body.  
Occupation: Survivor  
Area you are located: Sydney  
Notes: Jameson was made to kill. After Eris had destroyed the world, Soldiers and men were scarce. Jameson and his brothers and sisters were bred to be soldiers fit to survive all of the conditions that this new world had to offer. Jameson was one of the only ones that managed to escape the Iron grasp of those who had created him. Jameson Sometimes suffers through PTSD of some of the things that had happened In his early life.

(How’s This?)

(Whenever you want.)

@Anonymous #B313  
(not bad, but could you stop spamming across the board?)

(Yes. I’m sorry.)

@Anonymous #B313  
(are his makers in sydney or is it the end of his escape to get there?)

(The end of his escape)

@Anonymous #B313  
(and he’d keep a low profile, far as he could?)

(That’s right!)

(Oh, also he has 4 markings on certain parts on his body. On the back of his neck and on his wrist Is the number 0014. Also, On his right arm he has a tattoo that looks like this: 死 Which has been on him for as long as he could remember. and the last one, on his left arm Is a string of 1’s and 0’s. However, It’s not binary. These have been on him since he could remember.)

@Anonymous #B313  
(1’s and 0’s that are not binary?)

(Was it still nourishing?)  
When she is rested up enough she is ready to go at it again.

(Well…It’s more or less a QR code with extra steps. Once someone scans the 1’s and 0’s like a qr code It gives them an entire list of who this Is. So, It tells them everything about the person, Their strengths, Weaknesses, and general Info. The people who made Jameson wanted something that would lead someone away. A red herring. And, Oh yeah, The 1’s and 0’s are red. Why didn’t I mention that before? I just thought of It right now!)

@Okelkinam12  
(quite so, marius’ favor means a lot. as does losing it.)
 
“wow, you seem brimming with energy again already.”

@Anonymous #B313  
(alright then, not much to put him on the radar unless he tries to steal from a temple or joins the force.)

(Well, There was also a tracking chip embedded In him but he Painfully tore It out. So for him, Yes.)

@Anonymous #B313  
(so, just him getting by with life in sydney, a nearly untouched by the apocalypse city that got temporally displaced from shortly after the fall to long after. i can do that.)

(So…Are we ready, Or do we need to go over more things?)

@Anonymous #B313  
(we are ready, if you wanna make your own starting post, i have to go for a bit again.)

Jameson was In Sydney for about 2 months now. He was sticking to whatever alleys or dark shadows he could stay In. He didn’t care where he was. As long as He could get as far away from them as possible. So, an Island with scolding hot weather and once dangerous now MUTATED creatures trying to kill you…Sounded like somewhere he could hide for a good period of time. Jameson wondered If he could blend Into the crowd. He was tall and strong and normally he stuck out like a sore thumb but What If they aren’t here? What If they don’t know I’m here? Jameson let out a sigh, and walked out of the dark alleyway.

@Anonymous #B313  
the streets of sydney were busy as ever since that one bandit queen and her husband had taken charge of the place crowds going to and fro for work, food, or entertainment, to pay their respects at the temple of an ancient egyptian goddess that had made her comeback, get some flash cloned tinies to snack on, engage in making more citizens, train for future ambitions of conquest or get geared up to search the rest of the continent for exploitable things. sydney was building towards a future of becoming a superpower and not much on the globe seemed to stand in the way.
 
for a man that had not a dime to their name but plenty of muscle to offer, there were ways, one could sweet talk a rich looking person into making you their arena champion, one could of course always enlist or look for some freelance headbashing work with the military,or one could show off their impressive body and offer themselves up as a sperm donor.

With the choices rolled out In front of me, I did not know what I should do with my time that I had remaining. If I become a bounty hunter, I could still lay low, but I could risk being captured and jailed, And If they did Investigations On me I would end up right back to them. If I donate my sperm however, Would they look for my children? I don’t want to think about that. But for a little bit I did think about sex to distract me from the bleak future I could have. I was still walking not really knowing where to go.

@Anonymous #B313  
newscaster: “in other news, the prime minister passed a bill today that any escapees, provided they come either from abusive households or have made prolific service to the good of the city, will be free to choose their fate themselves, people have been slightly doubtful about the matter, seeing as most slaves are engineered for and as a result quite happy with their place, but the prime minister confirmed he was being serious.”
 
Matt: “there are always exceptions, i aim to run this city in a clean manner, there aren’t many things people can’t do to each other but nonconsensual abuse is one of them.”