((Not sure how it works on here but it's a open rp so... ))
The young girl walked down the path deep in the forest. It was late and it was dark, but she didn't appear scared. Her long blonde hair fell into her clover green eyes. She glanced around, her hand resting near where her small knife was being the only clue she was scared. She was a messenger, and carried a message in her pack, along with food and supplies. 

SETTING: Dark and cold night on a Russian mountain
My character: male, white, age 34, 6 foot
Clothing: Thick full body outfit
Weapon: Survival Machete
Status: hungry, cold and barley surviving, and alone
RP status: open to the first person to comment
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