This is gonna be another one of those really short RPs I randomly come up with when I'm bored.  It's gonna be free-form, so you know the rules.  If not, I'll teach you along the way.

The Scenario:

A host of all kinds of creatures, ranging from men to krakens to mermen, lived together on a massive supercontinent: Veridia.

Although there was usually a big war between two races, as well as other conflicts, the people in Veridia were, for the most part, harmonious.  Conflicts were catalysts for change, and change brought up many improvements for the people of the land and sea.  For the most part, Veridia was a perfect world to be living in.

That is, until The Comet arrived.

The Comet, as the name implied, was a massive chunk of ice and rock from the stars.  At the time, no one was sure how exactly did the comet find it's way to the planet, but the ancient scholars did realize it was no natural event.  Nay, something must have caused it, for there was no other time recorded that a comet such that had came crashing down.  Quite the intriguing enigma, really. Some say that a band of gods had descended in a violent tumult, others think of it nothing more than a disaster, and yet still others think it would be something different entirely...

Unfortunately, all the technological and economical advances brought on by the ancient Veridia scholars had been buried underwater.  The occasional merman would salvage a small device or two, but the collapse of civilization, and any hope of interracial cooperation, had rendered any major architectural project improbable.

Since the comet's fall, the water levels of Veridia have risen high enough to consume millions of square miles of the supercontinent's land, leaving only a couple of islands out of the water.  This killed off many of the terrestrial creatures from the lack of territory, but the sea creatures also did not favor this change. The water itself, once rich and easy to survive in, was now stale, dirty, and inhabitable.  The land's few and precious plants were the only filters that could repel such a poison.

On top of that, the weather in the deep was random and dangerous.  Maelstroms sucked up entire schools of fish, typhoons wiped the islands of any animal there.

Thus, any land, regardless of the creature, was considered extremely valuable.

Six generations since the first crash into Veridia, and a band of seafarers have come to settle upon the small islands that are Veridia's former mountains.  Discoveries and technologies are to be found, as well as the fame that one gets occasionally for doing so.

Prologue:

Overhead the 189 islands of  Western Veridia, storm clouds loomed ominously.  The occasional pocket of light broke through this heavy, thick blanket but only for a brief, elusive moment.

Beneath the silver canvas, dozens of boats, rafts, and other water-faring vehicles were anchored at a sandbar, where everyone had their supplies lain out in front of them.  The windless air and the choppy waters meant that there wouldn't be a storm that day, but no wind either.  Thus, the travelers were going to canoe and raft their way to each island.  Some of them hundreds of yards long, others only an eighth of a square mile in size. Some had fertile, loamy soil.  And yet again, others were sharp enough to cut through leather.   However, there was plenty to choose from, with ample time at hand... 

Today's Goal:

Travel to an island, and make that your home island.  Describe it however you wish.  You can also live together with another person on the island.

Alternative Goals:

Introduce your character via indirect / direct characterization.

Live on a boat instead of an island.

Hunt your first sea-animal.

Live on an island farthest away from the initial group (islands are about a quarter-mile from each other)

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The Application:

Name:

Race (Isoran, Human, Custom):

Bio:

Belongings / Inventory (2*-3*):

YOU CAN PUT IN AN APPLICATION AT ANY TIME.