Kyle was drifting through space in the small spaceship for an 8th day. He had run out of 1 ounce rations 2 days ago. He sighed and ran his fingers through his muddy, long, unkept brown hair. His pointed ears were covered by it, and it ran down to the bottom of his back. He was only wearing his leather trousers, though I  his small area he had no need for modesty. He was covered in all sorts of grime anyways. He thought to himself, "What kind of people would douse a kid in some sort of muddy swamp and fire him into space? If that's even what happened...". Suddenly, the ship lurched, and the engines died. He looked out the window and almost screamed. He had been hit by a small asteroid, but it was enough to send him hurtling towards a planet that he had been drifting by. He quickly got dressed and gathered his knives. He would have to eject.

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Kyle was falling. He saw the small ship that he had been in crash to the ground south of him and explode. He was falling toward a forest, with a mud bog in it. All he had time to say was "Shit...More filth?" before he crashed straight into it. (Anyone may continue from here; also, here is a link to the bio https://convergencerp.rpg-board.net/t422-kyle-abandoned#2492)

Kyle slowly crawled out of the mud. He tried to wipe off the mud that was now layered on him, but it just smeared. He dug through his small sack of belongings for his galaxy map and tried to figure out where he was. After a half hour of walking, he arrived at the edge of the forest and there was a house nearby. The people in it were humans. He was on Earth. Kyle suddenly turned back towards the forest and drew his knives; something large was flying toward him. His 11 year-old mind was spinning.

Kyle kept one blade pointed at the dragon that now stood in front of him while he wiped some mud out of his eye. Then the dragon said, "I'm not here to hurt you kid. So be a good boy and put those away before you hurt youself." Kyle wanted to fight, but he was tired, hungry, and mud kept dripping into his eyes. He slowly put away the knives and then started to back towards the farmhouse. He had spotted a truck nearby; maybe he could drive to the nearest town. Except he couldn't drive. He needed to scare off the dragon. He ppinter his right wrist towards the dragon, closed his eyes, and bent his wrist, triggering the wrist mounted plasma crossbow to fire just above its head and knock over a tree. Then, he ran.

Actually, no offense to anyone, but I think I want to restart this thread. I want to change the location and give Kyle an actual parental figure and kickstart his story a bit more. I apologize for any inconvenience.

Archiving thread at request of owner.