Plot: In the year 2000 England suddenly changed, with no warning or signs a man by the name of Henry Dorshul came and basically 'relieved' the Queen of her duties. Since that time the economy and quality of life has dropped to almost nothing. No one knew why this happened, England was finally starting to look up, even the Americans were growing green with envy for them. The streets of London are controlled by watchmen who work for Dorshul, the lucky few that have jobs which paid something. You have to pay a toll to be on a street, to get to the next street you have to pay another toll so going out to the local shop can be quite expensive, that is if it's even opened any longer. All businesses had to pay a hefty tax just to remain open and promise 30% of future earnings.
So it's safe to say that not many businesses thrived, the only factory's that were still opened made guns, and amo. Henry made sure a revolt or help from outside wouldn't happen. At the age of 18 all the boys had to enter the armed forces, if they weren't fit they would be shot. The status of women had went back at least 100 years, they could be prostitutes or get a family that would most likely starve. Times were hard, but a group of teenagers were determined to get out, they knew they couldn't change much, but the the promise of freedom just across the sea kept them alive. Even if Dorshul had the country in his control it had a black market, you could buy anything there even a boat trip to America. The country had advertised across the radio that if people from the 'war torn nation' ,even though the only war was by Dorshul on the people of England, came to the country, by whatever means they would be treated as a refugees. This was their chance! So 6 teens band together to get to freedom and safety.

Skeleton:

Name:
Age: (17-20)
Appearance:(Pictures Fine)
Bio:(At least 2 paragraphs)
Extra information:

I'm thinking about having at the max about 6 characters, if we could half and half between boys and girls it'd be great. Romance is aloud but keep it so no one gets introuble. I'll post my character up, but hold off on the introductions till I see how many are interested. Oh and if we get all the mains filled we can always use others as side characters, oh and any mains who will take on part time character would be greatly welcomed.

Main
Boy- Eamon Westen (theskaboss) (intro *)
Boy- Willis Wender (DCLXVI) (intro*)
Boy- Chris Kane (Kaedai Mikailo) (intro *)

Girl- Niamh Wilson (MEGAcya) (intro *)
Girl- Cynada Veer (Angleaya Z.)(intro *)
Girl- Brooklyn Havens (miserable)(intro *)
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Name: Eamon William Westen
Age: 18
Appearance:
Bio: Eamon had somehow skipped out on joining up on his 18 birthday, he had been in hiding ever since. He had been the brains of this plan, he had been scrappying and saving for the last 8 years knowing it'd come to good use one day. Eamon's family had been taken away and killed because Dorshul thought many people were plotting against him. He wasn't bitter about it, he had became numb if anything. He wasn't surprised about anything these days. He lived in one of the many old apartment buildings that hadn't been burned or knocked down. In happier times when he was 9 right before this all happened they had a grand piano, and always had sugary treats in the afternoon, but he only dreamed of happier times, on that bare ugly matress in the corner of his apartment.
Extra information: He wears a beanie everyday, hardly ever takes it off. He's a heavy smoker, and is a very closed off person. But he is a good listener and only speaks when it's important and will mean something, so of coarse he's a heavy thinker.

Name: Willis Wendler
Age: 17
Appearance: light brown hair that, when brushed (unlikely) is very fluffy; green, almond-shaped eyes that slant toward the nose, slightly. Rather skinny.
Bio: His family, aside from his mother and himself, had been killed, because they were unhealthy and sickly. He and his mother were strong, so they were allowed to live. Unfortunately, as Willis matured, he turned out to be just as sickly as the rest of his family, so his mother hid him away at age 13.
As he got older, it became apparent that Willis was very smart. He could fix pretty much anything, and could fabricate things (not too complicated things, but things) from wood if he had the proper tools. If he could get his hands on some electronics, he figured he could make a radio transmitter, but he hasn't been able to find the right pieces.
Extra information: Willis rarely leaves his house. He still lives with his mother, who gives him food, but he knows he can't burden her any longer. He has recently been leaving to get his own food, usually wearing layers of clothing to hide his size. When he does this, he wears pants and jackets with myriad pockets, and he picks up all sorts of junk he finds lying around.

Name: Niamh ('neev') Anaïs ('ah-nay-iss') Wilson
Age: 17
Appearance:

Bio: Half Irish, half French, Niamh grew up in the 'posh end' of London. Up until the take over, her mother was a fashion designer and her father worked as a bank manager. However, the country's new 'leader' took away all the families possessions, forcing them to live on the streets. Like all other homeless people in the city, they found it impossible to pay the taxes for being out in the street, and both Niamh and her mother had to go into prostitution to pay the fees, otherwise all three of them would face the death penalty.

A few days ago, she woke up in the middle of the night to find the barrel of a gun in her face, and her parents dead beside her. Somewhere in the midst of her panic, she managed to get away from the solider and ran as fast as she could, not daring to look back.

When she was looking for a place to lay low, Niamh wandered into an old apartment building, and met Eamon for the first time. He told her about the announcement from the US and she decided to go with him.

Extra information: Niamh is far from proud of her 'job', and tries to keep it secret as best she can. She's a smoker, but also loves sweet things, her favourite being strawberry bootlaces, which have become impossible to get hold of since the take over. She carries a small messenger bag everywhere she goes, filled with basic first aid equipment and well read copies of Romeo and Juliet and Much Ado About Nothing by Shakespeare.

ooc: ill probably join this

Name: Cynada Feenix Veer
Age: 17
Appearance:
Bio: Cynada was very poor as a child but grew up in a happy home. She lived with her older brother and her mother. Her father had been killed a year after her birth. Her mother died 4 years ago of cancer and her brother died 2 years ago when it was decided that he was unfit for the millitary. She has no one now. Cynada had been sleeping behind a store but was told to move after new owners took over. She's now trying to find a place to sleep for free, she can't seem to get a job and there's no way she'll become a hooker.
Extra information: She love's beenie babies and always carries Snugles with her in her mesanger bag.

((Thank you all for coming and joining me this is the first board I've made .))

OOC: yeah I added a picture, I was gona do that beore but I forgot untill after I posted

(Alright everyone we just need one more girl character and then everyone can get typing on those introductions, I was thinking about everyone could somehow sneak out to a near by park, it's not lush anymore, it's bare and most of the grass is dead but at night it turns into the black market. So in your introduction make them head their for some reason. )

(theskaboss, In my bio, I said My character already knew Eamon..she wandered into his apartment. But If you want I can change it? I have to go in a minute though, so If you like you can just include Niamh's into in yours somehow? like, just say she's with him? you can control her a little if needs be..i just don't wanna be left behind! ^^')

(Sure MEGAcya. I read that and would be happy to include her int my introduction.)

Is there still space for a girl?

(Yes, we still have a slot opened. Would you be interested, if so just fill out the skeleton then we can get to the introductions.)

yeah ill take it please :]
Name: Brooklyn Havens
Age: (17-20) 17
Appearance:(Pictures Fine)
Bio:(At least 2 paragraphs) Brooklyn's parents were both born and raised in America. They came to England when they turned 18 on buisness trips and decided to stay here, not knowing that it was as horrible as this. Her parents became very loyal and rich, owning one of the gun factories that are still around today. They were strict and excpected Brooklyn to be just as loyal as them.
Brooklyn defied her parents by writing how horrible England is. Her parents found out and punishest her horribly with beating which made Brooklyn's hate toward the new England even stronger. She decided that she wouldn't stand to have a family being stuck living like this so she knew she would have to make it somewhere better.
Extra information:Brooklyn wasn't very popular at her school. She was often made fun of because of her name since it is American. She always dreamed of living in America.

OOC: Are we starting this at night?

(Yeah I was thinking at dusk. Let me write out my introduction first so I can actually get them there)

He had a cigarette going, it was the only light from the dark damp space that used to be a living room long ago. He took a large drag and looked out a mostly taped over window. He had been pacing all afternoon, he told her that this was the night. Tonight was the night they would go and see 'The Mole' . What a stupid and silly name, [u] the mole [\u} sounded like a bad James Bond villian. But that is what the underground called him, they needed to get away from this place.

He promised her he'd take her along. She wasn't that bad, quiet and obiedant. He didn't mean to make her sound like a dog, she was his friend. The closest thing he had to one in the longest time. For the last few weeks he'd been sharing food he stole from the backs of trucks or even the garbage. But in these hard times food was food and you didn't complain about it's origins. He'd also been sharing his cigarettes which was his most prized objects.

He had several cartons hidden in a closet under the floor boards. He also had his cash, a few radios he fixed up, and even a toaster hidden. These were the objects he'd trade for the passage. He kind of felt like he knew how the pilgrims felt, or even the immigrants who first went to America. Paying with whatever he had and leaving everything behind. Which when you summed it up wasn't that much.

"It's time.." he said after clearing his throat. "The street lamps haven't came on yet and it's almost dark so we have better hurry if we don't want to be caught." he looked over at her. She was sitting on the only piece of furniture in the room, it was an ugly orange colored couch that looked like it came straight from the 70's. "I'll get the stuff..You wait by down in the alley..Duck into one of the holes.." he sent her away. Then he got an old messenger back, brown and coming apart. He loaded everything into the bag forcing the fit. He finished up his cigarette then headed down to the hiding spot.

During the nights Dorshul's men patrolled with dogs, but most of them were slacker and smoked at the capital building where the whores were. He knew this, so they slipped through the calm streets. They came to what seemed to be a dead meadow. This was the black market, the only reason why the soldiers didn't know about this place because it was a dumping site, so it smelled awful. Now it was time to find this 'Mole' character.

I wondered around for abit trying to find a place to sleep. I was thinking of my family... I hated this stupid place. It wasn't fair. How they could take away the last person I had it's...it's just so infuriating! The ground was cool under my bare feet as the wind started to blow my hair. I remebered my brother talking about a black market before he died, he had plans to get out. He used to tell me what America would be like, how much freedom there was... I wanted that. So I started to make my way there. I was pretty sure that I wasn't gona but my ticket yet...mostly because I didn't have anything to buy it with except the glod locket my brother had given me, a beenie babie and a ruggy bag, but I wanted to see what it was like. When I got there I can't say that I was suprized. It was...ugly. No grass, and it smelled horrid.

(okay waiting for any other introductions. So far so good. )