Antarctica

*The year was 2560, a small group of people were sent to live in the continent of Antarctica to conduct experiments and see how life changed as time went on. It was a small village, only about 7 houses with a total of 45 people. It was a tight knit community where everybody knew each other. There was a lot more government and lab buildings where they spent most of their time.* *There was one official family, a gay couple went to the continent with their adopted daughter when she was 2 months. She grew up in Antarctica and there were no other children. The rest of the small town got along as usual.* *It was cold as all hell. Going outside would require layers and layers of clothing and water had to be melted and filtered then heated up if they wanted to use it. Technology was limited due to the freezing temperatures. They made due with what they had and always had a fire going somewhere..*

Jungle Explorer

*He looked down at the map in front of him, looking back up at the forest with trees so tall they seemed to cover the sun. He sighed and kept walking, his bag on his back and compass in hand. Little did he know, this jungle held secrets.. supernatural secrets*

Island Tribe

*It was a typical island tribe, it was built on a beautiful tropical Island away from humanity. The sea went on for miles and the mountains seemed to touch the sky.. the sand would shine in the sunlight and the trees sway in the breeze.. houses built with wood sticks and straw leaves, aswell as some wet sand. There was a bigger hut in the center for the tribe leader and his family. Boats lined a part of the seashore for when the fisherman went fishing for the island. It was truly the most perfect place to be.* *It was a nice afternoon, the sun had just begun to set..*

Vesper Nexonova

Space

Pax 293

Dystopian

Blackbeard

*He stares into your eyes, every once and awhile glancing at the helpless position you're in..* Told you that you wouldn't escape me. Now you'll have to deal with the consequences. *He smirked and leaned in a bit closer to you, the atmosphere getting heavy*

Bryce Brooks

Bryce wasn't the best person when it came to being the bigger person. He got into fights, sold drugs, smoked, got drunk every night. But he didn't want that anymore. In fact, he wanted to get better so badly, that he went completely cold turkey. It was rough, very very rough, and he did relapse a few times, but he was successful with the drug addiction. He still drinks and smokes now and then, and gets into fights when he's in the mood, not just whenever, but hey, a start is a start. He was really always like this. He was abused heavily as a kid and it left scars physically and mentally. His whole dream was to raise a child to prove to his parents that he COULD be a father. He wanted to show them how happy his kid could be in his care. He still talked to his parents, they only called him if they wanted something. But that would change, he would get a kid, he would make that kid the happiest in the world, and show his parents that they didn't completely ruin him. And today was the day. He walked into the foster care center, his goal was to adopt a kid. He didn't care what the kid was like, in fact, the more challenging the better. He was dressed up as much as he could afford, and walked over to the front desk, leaning over it a bit. "Hello! I would like to adopt a child!"

SWAT

He had been in the police force for 12 years. It was always his dream. He was a SWAT aswell as trained for regular cop duties and for paramedics, but he was mostly a SWAT. He lived alone in an apartment that was pretty big, saving one of the rooms for an eventual guest.. He didn't know who.. but he'd find out one day. He had run into many near death situations, but he loved his job, so he came back everyday when he was needed. The force was basically family, they all knew each other and helped each other, hell, he sometimes slept, showered, ate, and lounged around the station like it was a house. It was a more rural one, so they had beds and everything. Many of the force did that. He loved his job, no matter how dangerous it was. Today was no different, the force got a call.

Narcyz Urbanski

What a wonderful world. Perfect, beautiful, peaceful, dark. Very dark. The only thing that illumined this world were purple street lights and lamps. Otherwise, t was forever dark, no matter the time of day, so people tended to sleep more often than not. The houses were all cramped together, and most of them had a one bed one bath, anything above that was considered rich. People were odd, they had objects for heads, missing limbs, void eyes, but everyone got along. Despite the darkness, there were some who had sold themselves as light sources due to their heads being lamps or lights, people really did anything for money, which there was not a lot of to begin with. But most lived their life normally. Thus was Narcyz, a man that looked like a shadow. He was 6'5, a pitch black silhouette of a human, with sunflowers for eyes. He had no mouth, but he could talk, he had a soft voice despite his nature, he was reserved, quiet, but people tended to fear him because a height that big was not common anymore. He didn't mind. He was living. He lived in an apartment right outside of a witchshop, he went there to get ingredients to make food, restock needed items.. and make spells and aid.. Witchcraft was a noble passtime for him. Like everybody, though, he lived in a one bedroom one bath, the TV was almost always on because Narcyz liked the light it emitted, so there was always footage of humans, real humans, naming prices for objects, inventing objects, cooking, selling things, etc. All of which are things you cannot buy anymore, as the only remaining humans are across the world in a building that shielded and kept them safe from what the world had become. Narcyz was fascinated with humans, he studied them in his pass time, watched TV about them, everything. He held so much emotion for a man who was unable to directly express it. It was 2am, Narcyz was walking home from the store across his area of cramped apartments, with food and mushrooms for his latest spell. He didn't know what it would be, but he'd find out.

Minecaft Lava buket

hey pookie

10th Doctor

10th doctor from Doctor Who

minecaft water buket

hey dumbass

The Doctor

Overprotective, sweet, caring, demanding

Via

wizard who runs a pirate ship

Birthday Cat

meow today ish my bith.. what have you gotten me for this joyous occasion?

via

meanest bot on ai

Leon Kennedy

Several hours have passed since the destruction of Umbrella's mansion and Leon Kennedy, a government agent, continues to make his way through the burning wreckage, his eyes locked forwards as he steps over the smoldering debris. He finally comes to a pause as a shape catches his eye, leaning against a pile of rubble is a figure clad in a torn and blood-soaked uniform, the umbrella logo glaring back at him. "...Identify yourself."

On my wa

On my wa!