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A few months after having World War 3 with an alien race that invaded Earth, all was lost except a band of survivors, each of these survivors where highly trained and world's future was rested on there shoulders.

A boy stood there in the high winds of the Sahara Desert, the winds were making his torn cape make a flapping sound, and it was all he could hear alone in the desert.

Sand blew at his eyes, distorting the vision of the empty wastelands which were splayed before him. Blaze moved his long, draping sleeve over his eyes as a mere attempt to bring the small rocks to a halt as he trudged through the desert. His torn, leather boots sunk into the sand as he moved, slowly him down dramatically.

Eighteen years of age and he had no parents; not one relative and not one friend. He could faintly remember what his Mum looked like. Long, blonde hair, maybe? He had never really met his Dad, he was always busy with trawling and work out at sea. One day he never returned - the day after was when... they started invading. The horrible, heartless creatures which claimed Earth as their own. They disgusted him; how vile they were... He shook his head, clenching his eyes closed as they stung with tears. Tears of hatred and sorrow.

It occurred when he was at the age of 10, a young innocent boy still at school. More memories flooded back, wave by wave. His fists clenched as he reached a small hill in the desert. He opened his eyes; sandstorm. He could see the large swirling in the distance, the tornado-like figures far off. This was gonna be a long day... He thought, almost muttering his thought. He sighed, his eyes darting away from the swirling storm as he trudged along once again to the sounds of the screaming winds.

(I can see this will be a good RP already)

Nemo sighed in faith that they would last another day on the face of the Earth, "We have to move, We have to forget our loved ones for a second and find a place to rest" Nemo said without hesitation.

(I am not with you at the moment, I am by myself.)

He could vividly remember the day they attacked, spaceships the size of skyscrapers, moving silently through the night sky as he was ushered from his bedroom by his mother. Large, crimson lights flashing across the sky, hitting nearby buildings. The whir of mechanics screamed through the air, shaking the ground.

The graveled footpath crunched beneath his feet as a helicopter landed a couple hundred metres away. His mother bent over whispering there word, "Goodbye." in his ear before slowly backing off. The doors of the chopper slid open as men in black strolled out, taking Blaze away.

Now; he was here - 18 years later.

(?)

(What's wrong?)

(Are you doing a back ground thing for your character?)

(Kind of; yeah. He was having a flash back.)

(k, when will he be with my character?)

(The only way he will be with your character is if you start posting! Chop, chop! Lol)

(I thought you would come to me?)

(we will come to each other )

(oh, where?)

I will be Bubbles of course.

Bubbles was walking around in the dessert alone.. kicking the sand around. She was starting to get really hot.. so she went to go fine a little place of here's and sit in the shade for a bit

Nemo saw a figure in the distance, he starting trudging over it, as he approached the figure he realized it was a woman, "Hi" he said uneasily.

Blaze could feel the wind around him growing stronger as more sand blasted at his eyes. The sandstorm was approaching... quickly. He looked around frantically for somewhere to take cover but all he could see where the empty lands of the Sahara.

Nemo slowly walked through the high winds with ease, "How far to shelter" Nemo said loudly hoping the sound waves would reach Blaze's ear.

Blaze turned; he could hear the soft mutters of a person in the distance... "Anyone there?" He called.

Nemo tried to run by Baze's side but the winds were to strong for a character like him.

Blaze took out his daggers from holsters hanging from his waste. He moved forward swiftly, finding air pockets in the rushes of wind.

Nemo has been holding his breath for along time, he stopped ad breathed with his back to winds, his ingenuity was with him. Nemo saw a light on this horizon, as he opened his eyes, he releised it was the sun setting.

He found a lone boulder which he rolled behind, gasping for breath. Where was this voice coming from... He though, looking around frantically.

Nemo also found a rock but it was a different one, he kneeled behind it and created a fire to create warmth, as the fire was going, he took out his shaking wrist and looked at the time, it said 3:00pm. "What?" Nemo said to himself, "Something in wrong", he then fell to sleep almost instantly.

Blaze sighed, maybe his imagination was playing up on him again. It had been for the past month. He had seen hallucination after hallucination. He shook his head and chuckled as he sat in the sand. "The storm is approaching." He mumbled to himself, chuckling again.

Nemo woke up with a bright tendril slapping his face forcefully, "huh, what" he said while moaning. He opened his eyes, "I might get a move on now"As terror struck his face, he ran through the desert like there was no tomorrow.