Coomarock Island {An Advanced Roleplay} discussion

The Old Survivors

Exactly three hundred and sixty-five days ago, a mysterious happening triggered the complete rupture of the right wing, thus hitting the tail of the plane, causing a tragic crash. Call it a coincidence, but all survivors washed up on the shore of Coomarock, disoriented and terrified. Though they soon got to work on building shelter, all were surprised to see that food supplies were rather easy to accumulate and the leaves seemed customary to the construction of shelters. No one took anything for granted.

Now accustomed to the Cooma Shadows, the most of them are in the home free zone; they all had figured out what is needed. All have become their own experts on different parts of the island. The group is close knit, never daring to hush their secrets. They have become each other's family, refusing to break any of their relationships. All are wise beyond their years and have no knowledge on the world outside of their little island anymore. Technology is but a distant memory, almost some sort of fantastical dream.

They don't take well to changes made without their consent. They have rituals to follow in order to maintain truce with the Cooma Shadows, as well as their sanity.

They are the masters of the island.