NAME: Mark Johnson

GENDER: Male

APPEARENCE: Kind of tall, blond hair, althetic but slim, slightly lanky, has an adorable smile, bright blue eyes, usually wears a long sleeved shirt that's a size too big and jeans, along with running shoes.

PERSONALITY: Really sweet, doesn't talk much, prefers to follow his sister around. Seldom laughs, but often smiles at the  people he knows.

SHIPPING (Yes or no): Not really. He's not very interested.

OTHER: Loves children. The younger of the two, but only by a few months.

NAME: Jade Johnson

GENDER: Female

APPEARENCE (Can be as androgenous as you like): Average height, brown hair, strikingly green eyes, strong and curved build. Usually wearing a tee shirt and jeans, barefoot.

PERSONALITY: Quiet, analytical, kind, tries to be friendly, a giver, hates nonsense and interruptions on the few occasions she has something to say, which is always important because she doesn't waste her breath for no reason. Protective of her brother.

SHIPPING (Yes or no): YEP

OTHER: She was adopted as an infant shortly before Mark was born. Doesn't like children as much, especially not in large quantities.

NAME: Warrick Zach Raymond (Went by 'War' back when people remembered him ;-;)

GENDER: Trans Male (Used to be a female, Name was Bella)

PRONOUNS: He/Him/His (hates being referred to as 'she')

APPEARANCE: He is fairly short with blue eyes. And has brown hair with blue highlights. He has olive skin and an average build, with a light splattering of freckles. He often wears

PERSONALITY: He has a British accent which sometimes puts people off since he looks slightly american, and he gets annoyed by it often. In the right circumstances, he can be inspiring and stable, like an island in a rattling storm. But, he can also be described as standoffish, and when angered, a little bit violent.

SHIPPING: Yeah, sure! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (Attracted to males.)

OTHER: He has separation anxiety from a slightly dramatic childhood which will be revealed later, and doesn't like being alone. Which is why he hates the resets so much.

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Sorry for this being late! I hope it's ok!

Velix says 'trvb'

You mean Turnip or Verb or Turn? All of those are good progress though!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I FORGOT TO FINISH THE APPEARENCE BEFORE I PUT IT UP! I'm sorry!

NAME: Warrick Zach Raymond (Went by 'War' back when people remembered him ;-;)

GENDER: Male

PRONOUNS: He/Him/His (hates being referred to as 'she')

APPEARANCE: He is fairly short with blue eyes. And has brown hair with blue highlights. He has olive skin and an average build, with a light splattering of freckles. He often wears a olive-green and white striped shirt, with black jeans and loose-fitting light red jacket.

PERSONALITY: He has a British accent which sometimes puts people off since he looks slightly american, and he gets annoyed by it often. In the right circumstances, he can be inspiring and stable, like an island in a rattling storm. But, he can also be described as standoffish, and when angered, a little bit violent.

SHIPPING: Yeah, sure! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (Attracted to males.)

OTHER: He has separation anxiety from a slightly dramatic childhood which will be revealed later, and doesn't like being alone. Which is why he hates the resets so much.

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SCREAMS 

Velix says 'cpap'

Pap? SHOOSHPAP? H O M E S T U C K ? ! ? ! 

Can we start now?

Also, top. 

Arkadian~

I am alone.

I always have been, for as long as I can remember. Even when I walk across the streets, talk to those around me, I am alone. No one remembers me, no one cares for me. I felt it when I woke up, that they had forgotten me again. If I were to speak with someone I met yesterday, they wouldn't even know my face. But it doesn't matter. It is my fate. I have accepted it.

I live by myself, in the woods around a small town. I have a tent and a small camp, fresh water, solar panels to charge my phone (my only electronic device), and most everything else I need. But I can't live off the woods alone, or get clothes from the forest. I still go into town once a week, to get things I can't find elsewhere. Right now, its for a set of matches and some bags to hold provisions. This visit will go like all the others have. I'll get into town, a stranger, work some odd jobs for money, go buy what I need, and be back before nightfall. And interact with people.

I have accepted that I'm alone, but that doesn't mean I'm not lonely.

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There. Hopefully this introduces my charrie well enough.

Alright! Let's get this started!

Jack~

I am stranded on what used to be the peak of a mountain. Black waves roll around me, consuming everything in their wake. Black clouds roll over the night sky, interrupted only with flashes of violet and green as lightning surges around. This storm seems to last an eternity, sweeping past timelessly, but it eventually fades. The sun rises, but it appears watery in the sky, almost as if it were itself fading. I look behind me, and the full moon, glowing a strange yellow, sets behind me. The floods fade, and life continues as if nothing had happened, the normal hubbub of life seemingly continuing. And then the scene explodes in white light.

I jolt awake, sweaty and panting, my heart racing as I slowly reaquaint to my surroundings. I glance at the clock on my nightstand, its green surface lighting up my room. Half past one in the morning. And I know I won't get back to sleep again.

I have had this dream before, and I will likely have it again. It always wakes me up at the exact same time, and always foresees the exact same event. Today, everyone who may have known me in the past will no longer remember me. Today, I will have to start my life over from scratch. Does it bother me? Maybe a bit. But I've gotten used to it in the past, and I will get used to it again. At the very least, it means I can redeem the mistakes I've made in the past. 

Warrick

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It's almost time, that cursed time. I sit awake in the wooden cabin I call 'home'. The generator's normal whirring has ceased in preparation for that thing that changed my life. I feel the powerful tidal wave wash over the world, and it knocks me off of my perch on the kitchen counter. I instinctively reach for my bear, Wally Fudge, and clutch it tight. This is my life now, and as far as I can see, it will stay that way. I have settles with the fact that I will be stuck lying about my age to do a few odd-jobs and such. I open the fridge to get a waterbottle, to water my plants. "At least plants don forget." I have come to terms with being alone, doesn't mean it hurts any less.

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I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SHORT AND S A D! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 

@Rouge Whats the eta of your post? (sory If I sound pushy, but ITS DYING!)

Jack~

6:30 a.m. 1 day, 5 hours after reset.

I am, by all accounts, forgotten. I have no idea who my parents are, and they have no idea who I am. I appear in no records, and almost nobody knows me. Of course, there are always a few people who it's good to get reacquainted with all the time. Edward Sharpe is one of them. A businessman by trade, Edward is one of the most awesome people I know. He's a chill, laid-back guy who isn't opposed to loaning you a couple bucks. And he owns a furniture store where stocks can easily go "missing". He loves playing chess, a sport I have a natural knack to, and is extremely easy to talk to. I owe much of what I have to him. My house is a very rundown place, almost as forgotten as myself. A "for sale" sign has been posted out front, but by this point the salespeople have given up hope of ever selling it. It is almost 100 years old, with loose boards everywhere, but it still has a stable enough floor to walk on. And its basement was rennovated with full plumbing and electricity before they gave up selling it. Oh, and Edward's friend owns the company, so he has some ties to hook it up for people with no other way to buy a place.

"Check."

I ponder my moves carefully. Ed has his bishop pushed up too far, a sign that will surely get him into a sticky situation. And it is in a place that will easily get captured, giving myself an easy mate in just a couple moves.

"So, you said something about a new cafe, huh?" I said, genuinely curious.

"Yeah," Ed replied, focusing on the board. I had captured his bishop, revealing his blunder too late. He had no choice now but to accept the inevitability of his defeat. He moved his king, but it was still trapped in the path of my queen. "It's strange. It has great, cheap coffee, which is unusual on its own. But the thing is, ever since its opening yesterday the entire area where it opened has this strange, dark vibe, as if the shadows were longer and the sky darker. Pretty cool, and definitely unusual. You should check it out. It's pretty clear you like coffee."

I moved my queen for the final move, pushing over an empty coffee cup as I did it. "Checkmate. Yeah, I know. I've had about three cups this morning alone." I went to shake his hand. "Anyways, I'd best be going. Catch you around later." He gave a quick salute, and we went our separate ways. I quickly wrote down in my notebook a reminder:

Check out creepy coffee joint.

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So, yeah. It's not much, but it's all I have for now. Anyways, I REALLY hope this doesn't end up dying. 

I was thinking once every five weeks. Long enough to settle back into the normal routine, but soon enough to uproot it as soon as the routine is set again.

Gwendolyn~

I look at the brush in my hand, and then at the security camera spying on my every move. Should I do it the fancy way? Or just wing it?

I sigh. It doesn't matter anyway, the police will forget who I am eventually.

I stroll casually to the front of the store, then bolt. There are yells and tramping feet, but I jump on my bike and am off down the pedestrian-crammed road.

Soon the neat houses and sprawling stores turn to quiet, mossy, understanding trees, and the smoky air turns fresh. Everythng is eerily silent as I bike down the road, stolen hairbrush in hand. I really need it; it's been a while since my latest one broke down.

Accompanied only by the sound of a lone airplane overhead, I bike down the forest path, disrupting nature as I go. By now, though, nature is used to it.

I live all by myself, with no kith or kin to call my own. I don't know why or how, but people forget about me easily. therefore, what's the point in trying to find a home in the city? No one will care, not that anyone cares in the city.

Deep in these woods is an old abandoned house I call home. I don't know how or when I found it; it's always been there, in my memory. It's fairly small, and it's breaking down, but I survive. Artificial light and screens do me no service - not when I have a whole forest to explore.

Though I am so very alone.

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Hope this is OK! 

Arkadian~

Its been over 10 days since I last felt the world reseting, but something is off. The air feels ... uneasy, almost as if it were afraid. The shadows in the forest seem darker, more solid. And I feel uneasy as well. I can't explain why, but I do. Perhaps it was the dream I just had, the dream that make me wake up in a sweat, the one I'm trying to forget by walking through the forest.

I'm standing at the peak of a mountain. All around me, dark storm clouds swirl and lightning flashes across the covered sky. In front of me, I see a figure standing, covered in shadow. I walk towards him, but am stopped when he begins to speak. "Child," he says, pleadingly, "You whom the world forgot, save me. I beg of you, help me. Before something terrible happens." I try to answer, and reach out to the man, when he turns around. And I see his face.

My thought stream is interupted when I smack my head onto a tree. Looking around, I don't recognize anything. I must be in a different part of the forest, I think. Now I'm lost. Oh well, this was my fate. I should probably find my way back to the city and go from there. Just then, it starts raining, drenching me. Or maybe I should find a place to wait until daylight.  Noticing a run-down cabin, I head towards it. It looks abandoned, but I see a bike lying on the ground nearby, and signs of recent movement at the door. "Anyone in there?" I shout, knocking on the locked door.