Moien! This just came to me out of the blue, thus be prepared for nothing to make sense.
Name: Mira Katsuya
Gender: Female
Build: Thin, almost to an unhealthy looking degree
Skin color: Pale
Age: 17
Eye color: Intense blue
Hair color: Ratty reddish brown, always slightly messy from being in a ponytail a lot
Personality: It takes a lot to crack her tough exterior, but if one manages, she's a real softie with a heart of gold. Very loyal
Best weapon: Bow and arrow
Clothing: White T shirt and flare bottom jeans
I'm accepting OCs for the village scenes, so follow the above format, and I'll consider each entry. Mods used include XL Biomes, Pams Food Mod and Balkans weapons mod. Also, I apologies for the squished text. I've tried to fix it, but without success. Until I find a solution, I plead you to bear with it.
Chapter 1
My name is Mira. Everybody at the village calls me the Enderwoman, due to my sickly appearance. I've never been able to put on weight or build muscle, no matter how hard I try. As a result, some of the older warriors pick on me for my weak appearance.
I'm a warrior for my village, called Domino Dorf. Our village was founded in a valley so narrow that some buildings were built into the side of the two mountains. We're some of the last survivors of a nuclear war so great that life was forever changed. The landscape healed, sure, but radiation brought the dead to life, magnified wolf spiders to deadly sizes, and created abominations of nature. But the survivors were great in number for such a tragedy, and we banded together in communities like Domino Dorf.
Most of the residents of Domino Dorf were nice survivors, always helping each other out because we only had each other. However, there were some exceptions to this, one of them being my boss, General Murray.
And this was how this whole incident got started.
"MIRA! Get your ass in here!" the sharp voice of the General barked. I groaned. I hated General Murray, and I was pretty sure he hated me too. I entered his office to find his piercing green eyes glaring at me behind desheveled black hair.
"Mira, you're set to patrol Ravine Hillside today." he said mundanely. I stood agape at him. Ravine Hillside was not only miles away, but a very dangerous route. It was a hillside ravaged by ravines, a constant reminder of our origins.
"You've got to be kidding me! Sir, you know how the ravines are! I won't make it back until sundown!"
"Exactly. That's why I'm sending you there. Now go!"
I was fuming silently as I went to the barracks and prepared my bow and arrows. My bow was made of redwood strung with spider silk. I slung a quiver of flint tipped arrows over my shoulder and headed outside.
The streets of Domino Dorf were always busy. Small children played in the cobblestone streets while adults hung laundry on lines strung high across the streets. Others walked about, doing their daily business.
I left the village and headed north. Right over the mountain was Ravine Hillside.
Ravine Hillside, when it had any land to give, was covered in thick forest. There are a few bare cliffs, but the majority was giant fissures in the ground, showing the inside of the land.
I wandered around the premises, shooting random monsters and avoiding the ravines. There was really nothing to do here, or so I thought. As I was making my last round, I heard something.
"H-help!" the voice was high, but it was definitely a guy. I rushed towards the sound, and found myself on one of the bare cliffs. I saw a human figure being cornered by two creepers, green exploding creatures. I drew my bow and let an arrow fly. The first creeper fell, confusing the other long enough for me to put an arrow in the back of it's head. I approached the person, an arrow drawn in my bow.
I took a moment to drink in his appearance. For one, his hair was crazy. It was a black base with fuscia tips and golden, erratic bangs. On top of that, it all stood in jagged points on his head. Second, his outfit was strange. It looked like the Japanese schoolboy outfits I saw in history books as a kid, but with leather elements added.
But perhaps the strangest part of his ensemble was his necklace. It was a large, blocky golden pyramid with a leather chain wrapped around it.
But he was scared and alone, so I asked him one question."Who the hell are you?"
Well, that was interesting. Remember, send in those OCs!