Avathar

It's not 'Avatar'. It has nothing to do with that show. Indeed, the origin of the name has nothing to do with the word 'Avatar'. Seriously.

Your eyes open. They take a while to adjust, but after a few moments, you can see fairly clearly. The night sky is overcast and there is a hint of fog. Nevertheless, the beach is dimly lit up by the light from the amusement parks on the piers to your left and right, though the people there don’t seem too cheery, given that they’re at an amusement park. Nor do the children walking along the boardwalk, all the way up the beach, taking food, clothes and toys from the stores. Ah well; it’s probably the weather.
Wait, you remember now. This place is always foggy, and always night. You must have had a pretty bad night to forget something like that; you’ve been here ever since you were five (though you’re not sure how you know how old you were), same as everyone else, and you don’t remember anything before that. You roll onto your back and sit up, leaning back and pressing your hands into the sand as you look up at the sky, dimly lit from the light of the rides on the pier, the only light in this eternal night. Well, now this is just waxing poetic. Shaking your head, you decide to head in the direction of the park. The soft, constant sound of the waves on the beach is rhythmically hypnotic, almost lulling you to sleep.
Hang on, if the amusement parks are on your left and right, and the boardwalk is that far away… You turn your head to look behind you, and you see a particularly strong wave crashing, and then sliding up the beach towards you. You’re too close. You panic, rolling to your feet and stumbling forwards, away from the dark water. You trip, falling in the mercifully dry sand, and roll over to face the water as it recedes, breathing heavily, your eyes wide. What were you doing that close to the water? Had you gone crazy?
Suddenly, a hand grabs your shoulder. “Come on!” A voice exclaims gleefully, and you turn your head to look over your shoulder and see a boy, about your age. The boy shakes his head at you. “Let's go back to the pier.” You recognize him immediately, of course, one of your oldest friends here. You both washed up on the same high tide, and since then... you've bonded. It's not every day that two kids come to the beach.
"Yeah," you mutter, following him. Your heart is still racing; you are clearly still nervous. Still, he's right; live it up! There's no point in waiting around till your 6570th tide...






The world:
This RP is set on a world, known as Avathar, which is eternally in night. Furthermore, there is constant low cloud cover and fog, so no moon or stars are visible. However, it is not dark everywhere. You start out on a beach, which is about ¼ mile from the sea to the boardwalk. Furthermore, you are in an area between two amusement park piers which are 2 miles apart. There is a third pier halfway between them. On these three piers, the rides function, the lights light up, and food appears, all without any apparent cause. Similarly, the shops on the boardwalk between the piers on either end of the region are well lit, and their supplies are constantly being replenished. Indeed, three of the few things one would expect to find in boardwalk shops which are not there are tobacco products, alcohol, and souvenir flashlights. As a result of these conditions, the area between the lit piers, and to some degree beyond them for a few miles, is dimly lit, and the light from the piers reflects off of the cloud cover, causing the entire area to be bathed in an unearthly, constant glow.
However, beyond the piers, the lights on the shops flicker and die, windows are broken, shelves are empty, and by the next pier, everything is broken, dark, and immobile. The exception to this is a flickering Ferris wheel, one pier to the north of the ‘light area’, slowly rotating on its own. The temperature on the beach is temperate and comfortable, about what one would expect on a beach, though it gets hotter rapidly as one goes inland, where there is a thick jungle.
The only people on the beach are children, ages 5-12. Children wash up on the beach, a few each week, always around age 5. They never remember anything before they washed up on the beach except their first name and that they are five years old. Since there is no sun, moon, or other heavenly bodies, the children measure time by the tides, of which there are two cycles per day (hence, one’s 6570th tide is one’s 13th birthday).
The children fear the dark, whether it is that dark on or in the ocean, beach, or jungle. They’ve never seen anything definitive, but grim tales of toothed shadows are passed from word of mouth from child to child. Furthermore, anyone who wanders into the jungle, past the pier to the north or halfway to the pier to the south, or goes too far out in the ocean, is never seen again after they are out of sight. Finally, on or near each child’s 6570th tide, they disappear into the shadows, and are never seen again.
 
Bio Format:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance/Clothing/Equipment:
Personality:
 
My Bio:
Name: Eric
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Appearance/Clothing/Equipment: Eric is a lanky kid, with disordered brown hair and sharp green eyes. Eric wears a white tee-shirt with an image of a seagull flying over an ocean at sunset on it, something which he has never seen. He also wears a pair of red mesh shorts and brown-and-tan leather sandals. He has a red Swiss Army knife in his pocket, along with a box of matches.
Personality: Eric is a very strong-willed child. As such, from the moment he heard the stories of what happened to children on their 6570th tide, he was determined to at least try to not have that happen to him. However, being a child, he is far from fearless. As such, though he often considered leaving to try and find some way to escape the children’s fate, he never did so. This reluctance was only reinforced by seeing people go off to try to escape before him, in small groups of less than six people, usually, and never returning. It was not until recently, when his 5110th tide (12th birthday) came around, that he became determined to try himself. Despite his willfulness, Eric cares about others, especially his friends, though above all else he values his own life.


 


Rules:
1)MY WORD IS LAW.
2)All forum rules apply.
3) The personality section of your bio must be at least 750 characters long, and the appearance/clothing/equipment section must be at least 250 characters long.
4)No spamming.
5)No godmodding.
6)No powerplaying.
7)No autohitting/autokilling.
8)No metagaming.
9)No romance over PG-13, though romance is allowed.
10)Good grammar, capitalization, and spelling. If you continuously have bad grammar, capitalization, and/or spelling, after I warn you, I reserve the right to issue warnings/punishment.
11)“This is speech.”
12)~This is thought.~
13)
14)((This is OOC.))
15)*This is an action, but don’t use this to excess. It’s better to describe*
16)OOC: This is also OOC, but I prefer if you use the first option.
17)I reserve the right to add more rules as necessary.


Players:
Eric/12/M/Wandering Entropy/Page 1



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