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[brightlywound]

Player:

Name: Lissa
Age: 25
Contact: zedormouse [at] gmail [dot] com

Character:

Name: Marnie Burrell
Age: 20
Birthday: November 17th, 1991
Country of origin: England

Reason for flight: After shooting for a few months in L.A., Marnie is off to Sydney to do press for a book written by one of her producers.

Personality: Where most people have a thousand layers to their personality, Marnie has just two. She has the side of herself she presents to people and the side that comes out when the first cracks. She isn't a bad person, she's simply never learned how to stop acting and so can only be genuine when pushed to extremes.

The face she fronts is charming, smiley and a bit simple. No one appreciates an intelligent woman, she's found, so she plays up the ditz angle. Marnie limits her vocabulary, pretends not to understand literary references and defers to others' judgment. No one ever asked her to behave this way, but Marnie assumes it's expected of her. She's her own worst enemy because she has no faith in herself. In her mind, it's better to be good at the game than be genuine and unsuccessful.

Her effervescence fades so fast when she's upset. A lifetime of shoving feelings down, of acting the ingenue, the perfect daughter, has given her a hair-trigger. Marnie will say the cruelest things you've ever heard if pushed past her breaking point, then turn around and apologize an hour later. She doesn't mean to be hurtful, but sometimes the words come spilling out. Quite judgmental and keen, it's hard for her to ignore the flaws of the people around her as she smiles and smiles.

At her core, she's a good person who doesn't believe that good people exist in this world. She's convinced that she has to act in order to seem good. Nothing about Marnie is genuine unless you succeed in breaking her down.

Appearance: Marnie is, as most actresses are, quite beautiful. Her long brown hair falls in curls about her shoulders and her green-brown eyes seem to shine with a light of their own. On the screen, she appears curvy and perhaps a bit on the heavy side, but that's only the camera. Most people are struck with how very small she is in person. At 5'3" and 100 or so odd pounds, Marnie is almost pocket-sized.

Her style is simple, yet chic. She tries to think of herself as an Audrey Hepburn-type (which is how she's being marketed), so her clothes are classic and understated. Alone in London, though, with a pair of sunglasses on, she's a regular tomboy. Put her in a pair of skinny jeans and a cardigan and Marnie is as happy as can be.

PB: Emilia Clarke

History: A child of means, Marnie never wanted for anything growing up. Her childhood was rather lonely, but she had more than her share of toys and pets to keep her company. Her elder brother was also quite nurturing in lieu of her parents. The closer she became to him, however, the more her parents tried to push them apart.

Marnie went to all the best schools. She earned top marks, starred in all the drama productions. Really, she excelled at anything she tried without really trying. Heaped with praise by her family, Marnie soon became full of herself. If everyone else found her so brilliant, why should she deny the world her talent?

Before she enrolled in university, she featured in her first motion picture. Since, she's played the same role about five times. Marnie is always the innocent daughter kidnapped by terrorists, the virginal priestess who must instruct the hero, or the innocent friend of the crass female protagonist. It's a job, isn't it, but she still resents the typecasting.

After filming a well-received SyFy series, Marnie agreed to go on her producer's book tour. Chronicling the writing process as well as the shoot, the book is an important tool for aspiring filmmakers, or so Marnie tells herself. When push comes to shove, she's just happy to get out of America for a few weeks.

Special skills: Decent fencer (you don't walk off the set of a fantasy film without learning anything), excellent tree-climber, good sense of direction.
Strengths: She's perfected her poker face, strong-willed, unapologetic, charming when she wants to be, empathetic.
Weaknesses: Two-faced, spoiled, immature, easily flustered if sexuality is mentioned in any way, much too proud, altogether too dependent on others, does not have much life experience, has never had to learn any practical skills.

Misc: She's a good singer? Not as fucknuts in this game.

Inventory: Waterproof laptop case: Toshiba 17" laptop with charger, flash drive, DVD (Blue Valentine), headphones, iPod with charger. On her person: White blouse, grey pencil skirt, red cardigan, black pumps, hairpins, heart-shaped platinum necklace, three rings, one diamond earring, undergarments. Her purse is with the mermaids now. :(

[asimplemistake]

Accepted!

[bricolaging]

Player:

Name: Green
Age: 22
Contact: cleananovencleanme @ gmail dot com

Character:

Name: Alfred Walker
Age: 30
Birthday: 1st October
Country of origin: England

Reason for flight: To visit family.

Personality: The word "stoic" might have been invented for Alfred. He rarely smiles and takes most trouble head on without word of complaint. Some might take offence at his bluntness and apparent lack of any positivity. The fact of the matter is, he just doesn't understand or feel comfortable with people who feel the need to throw all of their emotions and complaints out in the open. Airing one's dirty laundry in public is definitely not his thing. He'd much prefer to bottle everything up and swallow his anger. It means there's a fairly solid block of resentment deep down inside, which is ever growing. Still, should he ever feel the need to implode, he's more the type to just go off, drink in the corner with a friend and silently push his misery all the way down, then forget about it.

Alfred's ability to just forget about it underpins his essential good nature. A person hurting him will not lead to him forgetting their actions, but unless they've done something truly disgusting, he's likely to forgive them quickly after he stews for a bit, then just get on with his life. He'll take whatever lessons he's learned from past encounters and store them away for future reference, but he's not the type to hold a grudge about it. He's very thick skinned.

Alfred will easily face any problem head on and shoulder anyone else's burdens - so long as they weren't caused by him. It's not that he has an issue with admitting when he's wrong. It's more that he just doesn't like to be confronted by his own failures; if he's fucked up he doesn't want a reminder. If he's failed at something he likes to remove himself completely, just so he doesn't have to deal with it. He understands he's done wrong. He doesn't need it hammered in, is his thought process.

Huge shows of emotion make him uncomfortable. So do the following: admitting to any feelings - to himself or others - loud noises (or people), public speaking or speaking in front of more than two people and physical contact with anyone who is not related to him. His list of dislikes and things that make him uncomfortable seems to stretch a million miles. This might make him seem picky, but in truth he's easily pleased; give him space, silence and solitude, or one or two people to drink with - they don't even have to be friends - and he'll be content enough to last for a while.

His own sense of identity is pulled in bits and pieces from the roles he's played over the years. Brother, friend, occasional lover, he tends to learn some way of behaving from his major personal relationships and add it to his identity as he goes. He's thirty already but still feels like he's not quite a finished picture yet. He's more a collage.

In short, he's a solemn stoic with simple pleasures.
Appearance: Alfred's hair has faded slightly from the bright colour it was when he was a child to mere strawberry blonde. It's almost constantly in a state of bedhead; he doesn't so much brush his hair as run a hand through it and go. He doesn't mind it sticking up at awkward angles; generally speaking he's not aware of his hair and doesn't know why anyone would be. Mirrors are for other people. Usually he avoids his reflection - who wants to see that tiny mouth? Or his mother's long pointy nose sticking out of the middle of his father's face? His combination of features is, in his opinion, awkward and strange. His eyes are a striking green and stand out from the rest of his face - he likes them best.

His face isn't used to moving the muscles needed to smile and that's clear whenever he does it. His face looks far better in its natural frown; when he smiles it looks like someone is tugging on the corners of his mouth. His teeth are, like any stereotypical Englishman's, yellow and a little crooked, so he smiles even less than his nature allows, just to make sure they don't show. Five months in America is getting to him. At least he's slightly taller than average at 5'11, even if his build is only average. He needs to work out more, but he goes to the gym once every two weeks and lifts a few weights. That's enough, right? He's healthy, after all.

Clothing-wise, he pulls on whatever is available, even if it clashes horribly or is an unsuitable colour. He has absolutely no eye for fashion. His trainers have holes in the toes now, where his feet poke through, and most of his socks need darning. Who cares? So long as he's covered he is comfortable.
PB: Arthur Darvill

History: Being as Alfred is, a perfectly average young man, it should come as no surprise that he was born to perfectly average parents. His father was a history professor who named his three sons after various old kings; Alfred came first, then Henry, with George as the youngest. George was always babied and spoiled by brothers and parents alike; Henry was a tearaway who longed for a more exciting world than surburbia and went out in search of it with drink and drugs. Alfred kept to his studies and did his best to look after his brothers. He didn't mind being the boring, responsible brother. He couldn't picture himself in any other role.

Eventually, his brothers grew up. George could look after himself and Henry had grown wiser. His parents weren't so old they needed someone around to constantly check up on them. Alfred took up the role of a distant, but dutiful son, checking in with them every once in a while. In the meantime, he went wandering, far from his London home. After graduating with a degree in English literature, his luck with jobs never seemed any good, and after a few months he seemed to find himself unemployed once more. His reaction was generally to move counties, the further away from that failure the better. After his latest termination, at a software firm in Manchester, he was about ready to completely hop planets just so he wouldn't have to bear the hundred to one potential of running into his boss again and feeling awkward for about five minutes.

His girlfriend, an American who'd moved over briefly to attend school and had never gone back, convinced him to stay on Earth. Instead of Jupiter, they moved to LA.

America didn't have the social customs that Alfred enjoyed - drinking as a social thing rather than to get drunk, for instance, and they drove on the wrong side of the road and the sports were odd and didn't involve his beloved Arsenal and goodness if talking about your feelings was an Olympic sport they'd win it every time had nobody heard of the stiff upper lip? - but it did have his girlfriend. And for a while, that was enough. But the stresses of uprooting to another country and his difficulty in finding a job despite his English literature degree and vast knowledge of poems added to the usual strains on relationships. She suggested that if he was so unhappy in America he could fuck off.

Off he fucked.

With nowhere to go, living in a motel and anxious to leave the country that had been the scene of his latest failure, Alfred called his family and, for perhaps the first time in his adult life, had a long talk with his father about his feelings. His father had a brother living in Australia he suggested might be willing to take him in and get him a job, or at least a place to stay for a few weeks.

And so, thinking that perhaps talking about one's feelings and anxieties might not be so bad, Alfred boarded a plane bound for Sydney.

He is currently regretting everything.

Special skills: Boy scouts taught him how to build a fire and basic shelter. Is decent at fixing things up and woodwork.
Strengths: Always calm, decently strong, protective, deals with people a lot easier than he thinks he does, easily contented.
Weaknesses: Blunt, closed off, no practical survival skills, cowardly when it comes to problems he causes, overprotective at times, gets lost easily.

Misc: When it comes to his resentment and inner annoyance, Alfred generally needs some form of outlet before he explodes. On land it was going out for the occasional drink with friends. With no alcohol, he's going to need to find something that relaxes him, whether it's building his own distillery using coconuts or starting a fight club.

Inventory: Jumper, shirt and trousers. Socks (holes in both heels and right big toe). Trainers (scuffed, holes all over). Wallet (containing driver's license, bank cards, a condom and some money) and passport. iPhone. His waterproof carry on bag including: Catch-22, Kafka on the Shore and A Farewell to Arms as well as two bars of Hershey chocolates, a digital camera, a bottle of water, a small booklamp, two pairs of boxers, two pairs of socks, a toothbrush and toothpaste.

[afterglowing]

Player:

Name: Lissa
Age: 25
Contact: zedormouse [at] gmail [dot] com

Character:

Name: Deirdre Namara
Age: 28
Birthday: May 6th, 1983
Country of origin: Australia

Reason for flight: Visa expired.

Personality: Feeling obligation to family, significant others and a home makes Deirdre anxious, so it’s lucky she really doesn’t have any of those. Extremely outgoing, though not necessarily extroverted, Deirdre knows a lot of folks but keeps them at a distance. Few people have ever gotten to know the “real” her, something Deirdre isn’t sure even exists. But the idea that the "real her" is only something that can happen in air-quotes doesn’t bother her so much, she just accepts that maybe she’s an empty human being and keeps doing whatever feels right, fuck the consequences.

She is very loud and talkative and can hold a secret about as well as a colander holds water. Brash and charismatic and destructive as hell, it’s hard for most people to overlook her entirely and harder still to hold her in a high opinion. She has little to no shame and will do just about anything anyone asks of her, so long as she feels like it. Whatever challenge someone lobs at her, she'll fulfill. So long as she can't tell you're trying to fuck her over, her bravery and shamelessness knows no bounds. She approaches her personal relationships just as recklessly. Since she was a child, Deirdre has been one of those people who likes to destroy whatever she can get her hands on in the hopes of figuring out what made it destructible in the first place.

Deirdre attaches herself to odd people and there is no pattern to her affections. She’s equally capricious when it comes to hate and can love someone one evening and loathe them the next morning for no apparent reason. It makes her a hard person to put up with in close quarters.

She thoroughly believes that people should be able to make their own mistakes. If you want to do something stupid for the hell of it, you'll always have her support. No one should have a say in anyone else's life, so people who offer advice unasked or try to control their friends make her see red. It's their fucking life, let them fuck it up any way they want.

Deep down, Deirdre is afraid. Of what, she doesn't even know. Her colorful personality and seemingly limitless supply of energy are just ways to distract herself from that fear. She isn't lonely, isn't afraid of dying, but most nights she stares up at the ceiling, too anxious to sleep. The anxiety soon turns to frustration (what the fuck is she so terrified of?) and frustration turns to her getting out of bed, brewing a pot of coffee and watching some shit series that's on at 4AM.

Appearance: Splitting the difference between gorgeous and funny-looking, Deirdre has had her share of beaus. Guys always go for her at first, then take the time to tell her how homely she is after they've broken up. Blonde hair and a cute mouth won't keep a man, apparently.

Her smile is always pursed and a bit smug, but what the fuck does she care? She's adorable, she's blonde, that's all that matters. Deirdre is doe-eyed, which contrasts with the clever twist of her lips. She's slight of build, but an average height (5'6"), with long, elegant limbs that add weight to the deer comparison.

Fashion conscious but poor, most of what she wears is easily identified as a knock-off. All her leather jackets are vinyl, the signatures on her purses face the wrong way or are the wrong letters entirely, her 'tailored' jeans are bought at superstores and taken in by Deirdre. It's important to her that she appears like she has money. Even if no one believes it, she clings to the illusion.

PB: Natalie Dormer

History: Deidre doesn't like to talk about her past. There's nothing tragic about it, she just doesn't want to waste her time thinking about the people who never thought of her. Her father left when she was just a baby. Her mother did her best to support her and her elder sister, but eventually she broke and ran, leaving Deirdre and Selbie with their grandmother. She was a sweet woman, the kind of mother two little girls deserved. It came as quite a disappointment, then, when Deirdre's mother returned to collect her children. From 13 to 16, she lived with her mother, an alcoholic angry at the world who banked on her children for redemption.

She and Selbie were miserable in their mother's house. Selbie was old enough to live on her own, but didn't want to leave Deirdre alone. It was quite a betrayal when Deirdre was the one to run. She dropped out of school and moved in with an older ex-boyfriend. He found her a fake I.D., along with a job as a receptionist in a private medical practice. Deirdre worked there a while.

After her mother contacted her, asking for money, one too many times, she applied for an American work visa. There was a guy she'd been chatting with online who offered her a place to stay and she moved in with him. That went on (casually) for about a year. When the US government decided it was time for her to leave, Deirdre couldn't have agreed more whole-heartedly.

America was alright, but ultimately not for Deirdre. Everyone was so uptight, so particular. Sometimes the lattes she made weren't going to be just the right temperature. It was still caffeinated, wasn't it? It still tasted good. What was the problem? And she couldn't shout back at the fuckers who demanded her head over soy milk. She never found her place in L.A. and that man she'd moved in with turned out to be a real prick. Maybe a year was long enough for her mother to give up or forget about her. Hell, if she was lucky maybe her mother thought she was dead. For better or worse, she was headed home.

Special skills: Decent shot. If the Professor makes a bow out of coconuts, she might be useful.
Strengths: Very much a 'big picture' thinker, isn't afraid to toss down orders (or criticism) when needed, not at all fussy, adapts to new situations easily, extremely practical.
Weaknesses: She's brash, loud, invasive and downright hurtful at times. She enjoys making fun of people, but will pass it off as harmless teasing. She can be incredibly critical, shallow and petty. She's not book-smart at all. Lastly, she's not very fit physically. Any amount of physical exertion can put her on the brink of fainting.

Misc: Without any judgment placed, Deirdre does use sex as a weapon/bargaining tool. If she thinks having sex with you will benefit her, why would she play the cold fish? She enjoys sex and if it means that she's endeared a useful man or woman to her, well, that's just peachy.

Inventory: White v-neck t-shirt, black jeans, black patent leather boots, purple vinyl wallet (containing I.D., credit cards, some American money, miscellaneous bonus cards for L.A. and Syndney-based businesses), silver hoop earrings, undergarments.

[failure]

Accepted!

[asimplemistake]

Player:

Name: Green!

Character:

Name: Mari Llewelyn
Age: 22
Birthday: 26/Aug
Country of origin: Wales

Reason for flight: Backpacking.

Personality: Mari might be described, uncharitably, as full of herself. The fact is, she's a very confident person, understanding herself better than most people in their teens and twenties do. She is arrogant, though, with a strong sense that she is capable of far more than people allow her to do. As such, she bites off more than she can chew fairly often and ends up running to other people for help. Luckily though, she internalises and adapts quickly to almost any situation. She also learns at a surprising rate; once she makes a mistake, she rarely makes the same one again.

Mari is also a very open person. Unless she's close to someone, she rarely cares what people think of her. She can be completely honest with someone - and often is, if she feels she needs to be absolutely frank. Still, she rarely goes out of her way to annoy. Generally speaking it happens naturally and she's never certain if what she says will set someone off. But because generally insults bounce off of her easily, she assumes that everyone gets over things as easy as she does and usually has to be told when she's done something wrong - though she's never slow with an apology if it's needed. Impulsive and unthinking, she's that one person who's accidentally set their sleeve on fire trying to remember if their clothes are fire proof. She's dialled a lot of the impulsive behaviour back since losing her hearing, but she's still a bit of a menace when left on her own and bored.

When it comes to interactions with others, Mari just doesn't think a close relationship can exist without some form of friendly insult volley. If you're completely polite all the time, doesn't that just mean you're tiptoeing around each other? Besides, if you know a person dislikes parts of you, but still spends time with you, isn't that a good thing? It means they like you no matter not, after all. Still, there are some people she looks up to too much to ever dream of attempting this kind of relationship with. They're few and far between though; Mari tends to view everyone as equal to each other, and a person must be very special in her eyes to be elevated above that.

She's sort of a dick in that respect. She doesn't really consider that she might be hurting someone until it's done, and once it is, usually she simply moves on with a quick 'sorry guy', without guilt. Still, she doesn't actively go against people - if someone needs help, she'll probably pitch in. She's fairly good natured, despite how solemn and dickish she comes across at first. She's just got a sardonic sense of humour. And a chronic inability to think about other people.

Though she's never had a romantic relationship that's lasted more than a few months, she's fairly open about sexuality. Sex is fun when it's done right, plus it feels good, so why would it be wrong to like it? She's very comfortable in her own skin. But, much like everything else, she doesn't really consider other people's feelings on the matter - her relationships are all very casual from her point of view and she often misses any signs that the other person thinks they're more than that.

Despite her casual attitude towards her friends, acquaintances and romantic partners, she gets very attached to certain people. It doesn't matter if she likes them or not. If they assign her any importance, seem to want to look after her or she feels they've bonded, she'll grow attached. There are other factors, but those are the main reasons. Once she's grown attached, she'll follow them around like a lanky puppy tiger. It's not as bad as it was right after her accident when she almost fed off her brother's nurturing, but she's definitely a follower rather than a leader. Give her someone to follow around, banter with and take orders from and she's generally happy.

When it comes to her brother Mari swings wildly between wanting to be him and wanting to beat him at everything. It's a healthy relationship. If she's actually thinking about something, though, you can bet she's considering what he'd do. He's successful and she wants to be successful too...but more than that, she wants him to rely on her and openly admit he needs her around.
Appearance: Mari is 5'8 and lanky as fuck with long, long arms and legs. Her mouth seems to have been placed a little too high up on her face, her teeth are odd and her long neck makes her fairly gawky looking. It's only her general air of casual confidence which keeps her from looking awkward. Her hazel eyes are almost always half-closed and sleepy looking on first glance, but on a closer inspection, they're almost unnervingly bright. Her dark hair reaches her jaw and hangs over her ears, which stick out slightly. Coupled with her angular body, she looks like a boy a fair bit of the time.

She plays this up consciously, selecting androgynous clothing and making an effort to keep her hair short. She's rarely seen in anything more feminine than a babydoll t-shirt. In contrast to her masculine appearance and somewhat coarse language, Mari's voice is very soft, girlish and high pitched. Most people are surprised when they first hear it.
PB: Charlotte Gainsbourg
History: Mari's family are not the type to go down in history books. In fact, she was born on a farm, and growing up generally assumed that she'd always live on one. Her older siblings all seemed happy to get out of the house and go off to universities and work in other locations. Though Mari did well in her studies, she thought nothing would come of it, that once she was the only one left, her dad would start handing down more responsibilities to her. It was only when she realised that one of her brothers was off studying a degree in Agriculture and another was off learning how to become a vet that she realised that her future might not be as set in stone as she assumed.

Born to an Irish mother and Welsh father, Mari is the youngest child in a large family. She and her siblings have always been close. When she and her brother closest in age fell off the roof together after he dared her to climb it with him, it was their oldest sister who drove them to hospital and another brother who covered it up so their parents wouldn't find out. Her sisters showed her make-up and told her about boys, her brothers who menaced away any gentlemen callers (but didn't notice the ladies).

Out of all of them, she was closest to her brother Owen. He was a clever, slightly built boy who'd help her with her homework and chores and take her out for long, quiet walks whenever their parents argued. He moved to America while she was still young and almost immediately began to avoid her. They spoke only a few times, most of the calls cut short rudely by him. When she turned eighteen he called to tell her he'd become a millionaire investing in social networking. It was a short conversation. She never really forgave him for destroying their relationship.

Growing up on a working farm, Mari was always a fascinated witness whenever the vet came to visit, following him around with a million questions. Later, that interest in animals had spread to humans. Realising she didn't have to take care of the farm was all she needed to apply to study for a MBBS in an English university.

In summer between her third and fourth year, after getting drunk with some friends she took a dare to jump in the local lake. Soon after, she developed a nasty case of pneumonia. It cost her the hearing in her right ear and time taken off on her course. The most awful thing though, was waking up in a hospital bed only to find Owen looking down on her, treating her like he'd never left, like they were still best friends. More than that, it was amazing to have him back. Her own happiness made her angry.

He paid for her to be transferred into a private hospital, negotiated her taking a year off to recover with her university, and, with their parent's permission, flew her to LA to stay with him a while.

It was here that only having one ear really kicked in. She was alone in a strange city, in a strange country, with a brother whose opinion she was never certain of. Understanding people was difficult at best, accents and her warped hearing throwing up barriers. While not exactly depressed, Mari made a strategic retreat to protect herself from the disappointments of this new country, never leaving Owen's apartment. Instead, she watched TV all day, only occasionally venturing out when they'd run out of cereal. Going out was pointless and she'd be back in uni soon...she just had to wait out her brother's guilt trip.

Owen noticed this though, and decided she needed a shot of confidence. He talked her into going on a few solo trips, giving her his own money to get her going. It was, she decided grudgingly, probably a better use of her year out than moping in front of the TV. She made a few trips around the country, seeing what it had to offer. By the end of the first, her old confidence had returned; by the third, she'd decided to go further afield. She got up the nerve to ask her brother enough money for a planetrip, so she could see what the rest of the world had to offer. One of her friends back home had spent a gap year in Australia and he swore up and down it was the best year of his life. She'd go there for a month. It'd be fun. Right?

Special skills: She spent some time in St John Ambulance and knows first aid. She can cook and sew.
Strengths: In purely academic terms, she's intelligent. She's good at keeping her head in a crisis. She's brave and confident. Adapts easily.
Weaknesses: Physically weak, has never had to sleep outside before in her entire life, very little common sense, deaf in her right ear and still adjusting, farsighted. Unfit from watching TV all day for weeks.

Misc: In a display of rebellion against her brother, she barely uses the internet for anything other than research purposes. She does, however, watch a lot of TV. She's also apparently incapable of functional relationships even without trauma. Carry on.

Inventory: comfortable trainers, jeans, a plain t-shirt and a jumper. Wallet (with nothing in it) and passport. And her driving license in this because she is that cool. iPod, headphones, torch keyring with keys. A soaking wet pack of cards. Polos.

[arhythmitist]

Player:

Name: Lissa
Age: 25
Contact: zedormouse [at] gmail [dot] com

Character:

Name: Adam Austin
Age: 26
Birthday: September 29th, 1985
Country of origin: America

Reason for flight: VACATION. SWEET, SWEET VACATION.

Personality: Adam's mood swings go from zero to 60 in half a second. One moment he's on the top of the world, the next minute he's shunning everyone around him for no apparent reason. Probably because of his inability to control his emotions, he is extremely forgiving in the hopes that others will return the favor. There's really nothing you can do to get on Adam's bad side, aside from pick, pick, picking away at his self-esteem. The occasional insult will make him shout and maybe run crying into the jungle, but it's nothing to lose friends over. Once you realize that Adam's outbursts mean next to nothing, it's not that hard to just ignore them.

He's very familiar with people. There's no, 'getting-to-know-you' period with Adam; if he sees somebody, he talks to them. If he's got something embarrassing on his mind? That's what he'll talk about. He has tact when it comes to other people, just not himself. Strangely enough, Adam is a paternal (though more maternal) type, spending a lot of his time talking people up and trying to make them feel better, which he's uncannily good at. The man is also loud. Like really, really, ridiculously loud. And very susceptible to the power of suggestion (read: he's kind of a hypochondriac).

Appearance: Adam is happy to admit to being a pretty handsome guy! His face manages to stay attractive through some of the strangest expressions you've ever seen. His dark eyes are his best feature, dark with long lashes, though plenty of girls have complimented him on his smile~~~ If he HAD to find a flaw, he might say that his nose is just a tad on the big side and that he's about a centimeter of hair away from having a unibrow. BOOM, metric burn.

He stands at 6'3", tall enough to tower over most of his fellow Americans. He's very well toned, something most people don't expect of him. The gym is his home away from home! Where else is it socially acceptable to let out a He-Man grunt? Adam seems much smaller than he is, so when you finally realize that this guy could probably tear a phone book in half, it comes as quite a shock.

Until a few years ago, Adam dressed like an oversized kindergartener. Cowboy boots, a furry hat, checkered pants and a dinosaur shirt... It's possible he wore that. Outside of just wearing things that made him happy, Adam was daring people to interact with him. So what if they made fun of his outfit? They spoke with another human being! Now, however, he limits himself to one strange item a day. He's on the wrong side of twenty-five and should look like a man, he tells himself. The rainbow socks hidden by his boring old loafers keep him from feeling like he's totally sold out.

PB: Donald Glover

History: Thoroughly an only child, Adam has all the marks of someone whose childhood was just a little too happy. His parents were extremely supportive about everything he did. They never yelled or put him on time-out; at every turn, Adam was encouraged to be himself. While that might sound like a good thing, growing up without any structure meant that he never quite fit in with other children. His emotional responses didn't make sense to his friends. The way he dressed was embarrassing. And, well, one raised word could reduce him to tears. His parents realized what they'd done, but it was to late for them to fix it.

Or, they thought desperately, maybe it wasn't an issue of nurturing. Perhaps this was the result of a mental illness. Throughout his high school years, Adam was in and out of therapist's offices, psychiatrist's offices, psychologist's offices... He switched medication every few months or so. He doesn't have such a good memory of those years, but the one thing that stuck with him was the idea that he wasn't normal, which was a BAD thing. All his life, he'd been told that being different was wonderful. Now he wasn't so sure.

College proved to be too much for him. He dropped out of UC Santa Cruz, took a few months off, went to a community college in L.A., dropped out of that and gave up. Adam worked a series of service jobs. Without any real specialty, he felt like he was just spinning his wheels. However, he's recently gotten a job in television. So he only holds the boom mic, so what? It's gotten his foot in the door. He hopes to convince someone important to read one of the half-dozen scripts he's written. Until then, he'll hold that damn mic and thank it for the definition it's given his arms.

Upon being told he'd earned a full week off, Adam hopped a plane to Australia. Australia! He'd always wanted to go. It was just one giant island of things that wanted to kill you. What could be more exciting than that?

Special skills: He has watched a lot of tv and movies! Some useful survival facts probably slipped in there. Used to go camping as a kid, so can start a fire and knows a little about cooking in the wilderness.
Strengths: Book-smart, forgiving, empathetic, physically strong, charismatic.
Weaknesses: Volatile, attention-seeking, easily influenced, suffocating, neurotic.

Misc: Vegan, but I'm sure that'll be changing soon. Related, he's very glad that he didn't take his pot-bellied pig along with him on vacation.

Inventory: Nike trainers, a red hoodie, eggshell polo, worn jeans, undergarments. Wallet containing an I.D., credit cards and a few numbers he kept on handy. His iPod is soaked, as is his Android phone. His headphones might still work? Who knows.

[failure]

Accepted!

[spickandspan]

Player:

Name: Cristina
Age: 17 on the 15th
Contact: xsnaa (AIM) & purpleandgreenjunk [at] gmail [dot] com

Character:

Name: Bryanna Andromeda Cook
Age: 28
Birthday: September 11
Country of origin: Estados Unidos (Los Angeles, CA)

Reason for flight: Her book tour was being launched in Sydney. (One of Marnie's producers, yes!)

Personality: Annie can be summed up in three words: anal retentive bitch. It's really like she has some form of OCD. She cannot stand messes, even in the minutiae. With her, it is perfection or nothing. She will, without apologies, commandeer a situation into the way she deems is 'correct'. She won't take people's shit or suffer their idiocy. Annie's way or the high way. And good riddance if you go with the latter.

Such exacting standards are, naturally, rarely met. Thus, Annie is easily stressed. And stress is decidedly Not Fun for someone who needs control as much as she does. Even when she is in a good mood, her smiles seem stiff and her manners overly polite. When she finally cracks, she alternates brutally between sarcastic passive aggression and outright belligerence. At turns, she yaps castigates openly and seethes in a corner.

It's no surprise she's as paranoid as she is. Annie is always waiting for something to go wrong, simply because she can't be in charge of everything. Her mantra is "if you want the job done right, do it yourself". But she's practical and realistic enough to understand that, while she can take control and organize, she can't attend to every single thing. (Though she tries. She really does.) She's very fearful of relying on other people, as well as any exogenous factors that could come hurtling into her well-thought out plans. Her perpetual nervousness comes out in babbling. Sometimes, Annie takes ten minutes to say what could have been said in a mere two.

Annie can't stand being any less than The Best. Oh, she tries to convince herself that all she wants is to get by. (And to others she will loudly and firmly insist on this) But ultimately, Annie side-eyes angrily when other people succeed, thinking that she could have done so much better. It wouldn't be too far to say that Annie is extremely self-absorbed. It isn't exactly narcissism, because her confidence is about as fragile as glass. But it is independence taken to an ugly extreme.

That said, she isn't a total monster. There are those that Annie cares about, even if she's not the most affectionate person on this side of California. She's the type of friend that remembers your birthday and your favorite color. She's the type to tell you to stop crying when you're down, to keep a stiff upper lip and move on. What she doesn't have in thoughtfulness, she makes up for in practicality.

Annie's not exactly the most pleasant person. She's stiff, assiduous, and insensitive. But there is some merit to her diligence and practicality. While no means a saint, Annie isn't entirely a nightmare.

Really.

Appearance: If there was a list of the Top 10 Hottest Girls in Annie's senior year, she would have placed 30th on a good day. Annie is passably attractive, with symmetrical features, nice auburn hair and pretty eyes but an undeniably strong jaw and too-rounded nose. The latter two she makes up for with great make-up. (Playing with darker and lighter powders can work miracles. MIRACLES.) She does make it a point to accouter herself fabulously. Annie is very much a Prada Princess (draining as it is to her very finite funds). Whatever the layman might think, she is unflinching in her belief that the brand more than makes up for everything else.

Annie walks with her head held high and back steel rod straight. While she thinks this is classy and graceful, it comes across as stiff and snobby. This gait, coupled with her height and pasty skin, always has her sticking out like a sore thumb amidst the tanned, bottle-blondes of her industry. Annie's weight tends to fluctuate. She's a vegetarian, which generally leaves her model-thin. But when she gets stressed, which is often, she binges like she's never eaten a day in her life. She keeps separate wardrobes for her normal weight and her stressed weight, and her undergarments are selectively chosen to adapt for either situation.

PB: Emily Blunt
History: There were really no special circumstances to the birth of the Cooks' eldest daughter. She was named 'Bryanna Andromeda' - Bryanna coming from her father Bryan, who felt like his daughter deserved a good, strong name; Andromeda coming from her mother Krystal, who insisted the constellation was in wonderful alignment during her daughter's birth. Whatever that meant. A younger brother followed three years later. (And if there is anyone Annie will fight tooth and nail for, it is Alexander Orion Cook.)

When she was 9 and Alex was 6, Bryan and Krystal decided to divorce. Bryan was too much of an outdoorsy vagrant, and Krystal was too kookie and fanciful, her nose always brushing the page of the newspaper's horoscopes. Bryan went off with to Miami with a beautiful Mexicana, content with only occasionally making reappearances in his children's lives. (Annie never liked her father's wanderlust or her mother's erratic nature. From here, we see the beginnings of her overly meticulous and paranoid demeanor, if not OCD)

But Krystal didn't know shit about being on her own. She fluttered from job to job, leaving Annie's and her brother's situations unstable. When Annie was 13, Krystal finally managed to land a long-term gig - writing the horoscopes for a small publication. Not much, but enough to go on. Annie was able to go through high school semi-confident that the house would not fall apart without her presence.

Annie was the everywhere girl in high school. She was the hugest grind: student council president, valedictorian, and the head of the drama club. Though by no means was she an actress. Annie had always dreamed of being one - fantasized about putting on all sorts of costumes and playing all manner of characters. But she was absolutely horrible at acting. By nature, Annie was too stiff. When she tried to break out of it, she was too contrived. She has only ever had one role, and that was as a tree in fifth grade.

Her attitude was pretty much "oh, fuck it, I'll be a producer if I can't be an actress". After failing to get into Stanford (her dream school), Annie began her first year at UCLA. This was around the time Krystal was fired from her writing stint for always coming to the job high off her ass.

Annie probably should have noticed her mother's growing addiction, and to some extent she had, but it was easier to pretend it wasn't happening, to go on with making a gigantic success of her life. Yet things could not stay that way forever. Annie had to face facts. They were lucky enough Krystal hadn't been shipped off to the nearest precinct. Annie had to take control.

So Annie began simultaneously studying and running the house. With what means they had, she managed getting Krystal into therapy and keeping her brother in school, all the while maintaining a 4.0 GPA. Bryan would occasionally drop in, and Annie's organization was such that he never noticed anything amiss. (But the man was as dense as a brick to begin with.)

Whenever it felt like things were weighing far too heavily on Annie's shoulders, Krystal, both sage and fool, would say, "You're a Virgo, honey. You were made to run the world. Also, your professor's a Capricorn, isn't he? Careful, Annie sweetie. Randy, those ones, just like your father."

The words usually made Annie angry enough to bugger on. She hated that her mom had so little control, so little sense. She was determined to make her own path and structure her own independence. For Alex's sake as well as her own.

It was a huge relief when Alex got into UC Irvine. Annie happily sent him off to dorm, knowing he would be happier and better adjusted away from the influence of his mother. With Alex safe, Annie got her major then stayed an extra two years for her MBA.

With that, she set her eyes on Hollywood. Despite her best efforts, she didn't do too well there. Eventually, she realized was too green, too new. She decided to focus on expanding her horizons before overreaching. She dabbled with producing a few indie films before eventually getting picked up by Syfy, where she became one of Marnie Burrell's producers.

Amidst bulking up her resume, Annie began writing a semi-autobiographical novel called "On Production and Prada". To her surprise, when she sent out the manuscript to a few publishing houses, much interest was expressed in her work. After the usual toil and trouble, the book was to be published, with the book launch and tour starting in Sydney.

So Annie roped Marnie into doing press for the novel. Krystal (eccentric though she was, she loved her daughter) and Alex were also adamant about coming along and supporting Annie's newest endeavor. Too thrilled to care about the repercussions their presence would have on her well-being, she humored them and booked them tickets.

Paranoid but hopeful, Annie boarded the plane to Sydney with mother and brother. If all went well with her book tour, she was going to try breaking into Hollywood again.

Special skills: Annie is generally total shite with survival. She's been an LA girl all her life. While she might remember a thing or two from the occasional camping trip with her dad, she absolutely hated these little stints and kept them few and far in between. And never, ever looked back to. Ever. But, as a vegetarian and a botany enthusiast, there is the off chance she might be able to identify a few plants and concoct a decent salad. Maybe.
Strengths: wicked organizational skills, meticulous, reliable, hardworking, makes things happen
Weaknesses: PHYSICALLY SHITE, asthmatic (read: her inhaler is her best friend), possible paranoia/hypochondriasis, will try to bring everyone down with her in an anxiety attack, bitchy, insensitive, easily cracked, annoying, overbearing,

Misc: Annie is a botany enthusiast, and gardening is definitely a hobby. It started out in an effort to be more 'zen'. To her credit, it does help. Minutely.

Also, to Annie, all things must be arranged according to the color spectrum. ROYGBIV is the framework of her life.

Inventory: Her bulky designer bag (the leather is probably ruined, but it can still carry things), which contains (all in separate ziplocks): her inhaler, sunscreen, make-up, big cat-eye sunglasses, LOADS OF BREATH MINTS, a hygiene kit, her Blackberry with its charger, her netbook with its charger, external hard drive, an inhaler, her wallet (contains $350), two small black Moleskines, an executive planner (filled to the brim with appointments), and pens (Pilot G-Tec C4s in assorted colors and a Cross fountain pen). She was wearing a grey, box-neckline mini-dress, gigantic white pumps, a big pearl necklace, matching earrings, a few gold and diamond bracelets, a basic white bra, and granny panties. (She wanted to be comfortable at least inside, okay.)

[failure]

Accepted!

[allbarkandnobite]

Player

Name: Douwe
Age: 27 (sob why)
Contact: ramblingall day at gmail dot com, xxfireagle/xiang xin ai on AIM

Character

Name: Kaoru Lin
Age: 22
Birthday: October 22
Country of origin: USA (California)

Reason for flight: Two week field school studying native Australia flora

Personality: Kaoru can be easily dismissed as nothing more than a dick who revels in his own cleverness. This is probably the smart thing to do; he is intelligent and both knows this fact and is proud of it, his vanity streak is incredibly long, he finds a lot of entertainment in annoying people to see how they react, and is a giant grumpy bear. Those that don’t dismiss him out of hand or are stuck around him for long periods of time out of necessity and not choice find out that he is all bark and no bite. He is just as likely to be helpful or generous if needed, does his best to support people and institutions he’s emotionally invested into, is a pretty good tutor/teacher, and generally doesn’t mean most of the shit he says seriously.

Most of his childhood was the quiet nerdy one that lived in the shadows of his more popular twin brother (Naoki) and older sister (Ayame) and the distant but no less impressive half-siblings from his father’s previous marriage (Minami and Yuuta), which is something that he initially resented until, after years of being Naoki’s confident and trying to protect his sister from the ravages of the gossip mill, he realized that popularity was not all that it was cracked up to be. Even so, it was difficult being Naoki’s Nerdy Twin Brother What Was His Name Again. Four years of college away from home has allowed him time to settle in as Kaoru and learn who that is on his own merits and not in comparison to his brighter siblings.

Appearance: Kaoru looks striking, although it doesn’t always translate from striking to attractive. His features are strong and nearly feminine, but not enough that he could ever claim to actually look feminine or even androgynous in truth. Naoki was always more apt to take advantage of his appearance than Kaoru, and as a result Kaoru remains more focused on attracting people in through his wits than his pretty face. While he is tall (at 5'11) and lanky, he is more solidly built than Naoki after years of field schools and weekend hiking trips.

He spent many of his teenage years trying to find ways to differentiate himself from his brother, which means that he looks back at his pictures from high school in horror and wonders where Ayame was when he needed her most (and then remembers her trying and him going YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ME and her telling him that he will regret it!!). Now that he doesn’t have to bother, he’s settled into looking boring. His hair is kept long enough to cover his ears and left black, most of his wardrobe is either stolen from Naoki’s closet, from his parents in their efforts to spoil him when he returns home between semesters, or because Ayame, or Minami in the rare times she’s around, were bored and needed a new project.

PB: Aiba Masaki

History: His parents were expecting a boy and girl set of twins, which meant that as the second by an hour (which translates to a day because his mother had Naoki at 11:30 PM and him at 12:30AM), Kaoru was the surprise boy of the family. He thinks that this has set the pattern on the rest of his life, which his parents protest because they split all the blue and pink between the two evenly and it’s difficult to tell who was who in the pictures when Ayame used to dress them in the frilly girly clothing when she was bored with her dolls.

Kaoru was the quiet member of a loud and exuberant family, more likely to wait for attention than to reach out for it. This went about as well as expected; he was never truly ignored and never wanted for anything that he needed, but attention is naturally drawn to those who demand it like his brother and sister did. Instead, he hid in corners and niches and read. By high school, after years of advanced placement classes and being known as Naoki’s Nerdy Twin Brother, Kaoru was near resentful of the fact his siblings were popular and beloved and he was the one people went to in order to cheat on their homework.

He had his own friends, of course, who were the types that loudly proclaimed how they weren’t “sheeple” and weren’t shallow enough to consider being part of the cool kids as the most important thing ever, while still bitter over the fact they weren’t part of the in-group. It put him in an awkward position, because on one hand he was the same as them in both the bitter and the opinions, but on the other hand, part of their vitriol was aimed at his siblings. No matter how resentful he got, he couldn’t dismiss them. He couldn’t call his sister a vapid, shallow whore of a cheerleader when she was always there for him and, every few months, they’d make two pots of coffee and talk an entire night about nothing in particular or when he saw how hard she worked for her spot on the cheerleading squad and how hard they practiced. He couldn’t call his brother an arrogant twit when it was his twin brother, the person that was always there for him and Kaoru could trust with everything in his life and not be betrayed. He especially couldn’t when his brother admitted that it was difficult to be the stupid brother and have to deal with teachers watching and judging as he struggled over problems that Kaoru could have solved in his sleep two years earlier.

It was a relief to graduate high school. Kaoru was going to UC Berkeley, which was in the same state but far enough away from where he grew up that he figured he had a chance of shedding the skin of Naoki’s Nerdy Twin and becoming Kaoru Lin in truth. It didn’t happen immediately – even without Naoki around, Kaoru was often sullen and grumpy by nature, which didn’t lend well to making a good impression on strangers and making friends. It wasn’t until his second semester, where he was assigned a roommate he was able to get along with when his first one dropped out of school, that he started to make friends and find a place for himself.

Things are going well for Kaoru now, although it’s difficult to believe that with his current week of hell. He’s preparing for a field school that his senior thesis is dependent on, but the credits aren’t showing and his loan is late sending the payment to go to the field school, which is bad enough, but he was dumped by his girlfriend on top of it and spent the night before his flight to Australia getting nice and drunk and would have missed the flight entirely if Naoki hadn’t thought to call him before he left. Deciding that comfort on an international flight was more important than making a good first impression and his head hurt too much to think about clothing, Kaoru went with his favorite Oscar the Grouch pajama pants and a navy blue Cal hoodie.

In retrospect, this was a mistake.

Special skills: He is an Integrated Biology major with a focus on ecology, which means he understands a lot about plants and identifications thereof and has spent a lot of time outdoors. Not, you know, without modern camping supplies but he at least knows how to cook on a campfire.

Strengths: Not prone to panic or anger, quick learner, observant, can as easily lead as he can follow if required

Weaknesses: has never camped Bear Gryllis style, physically weak, enjoys his creature comforts, is a giant grumpy bear, no one can take a man in Oscar the Grouch pajama pants seriously

Misc: Chinese-Japanese American, speaks enough (bad) Chinese and (bad) Japanese that he can figure out where he’s going and order food. Fluent in Latin.

Inventory: Oscar the Grouch pajama pants, blue Cal hoodie, white t-shirt, socks, boxers (cookie monster), sneakers, water-proof backpack (with an iPad, cell phone, DSi, chargers for all electronic things, two notebooks half filled with notes and two notebooks that are free of writing, advil, passport), a wallet with $50 in cash, credit cards, keychain with both keys and random keychain charms (mushroom from Mario, generic vine-thing, a bulbasaur)

[bricolaging]

Accepted!

[waniandmoon]

Linked because lol inventory.

http://waniandmoon.dreamwidth.org/303.html

[failure]

ACCEPTED!

[ex_ludo717]

Player:

Name: Jeis
Age: 29
Contact: jeisattack@gmail.com

Character:

Name: Drake Chevalier
Age: 19
Birthday: February 03
Country of origin: USA – San Francisco

Reason for flight: Holiday flight.

Personality: Drake portrays himself in a fashion older than his true years. Just breaking into adulthood, he is the youngest child and only son of a French business tycoon and mafia boss. As long as he doesn’t screw up, he will inherit everything, and this colours his personality strongly. He has been brought up in the world of Dog Eat Dog, and although his family is a strong, loyal unit, there is nothing about it that could be described as loving or warm. Despite experiencing emotion in the same way as everyone else, Drake finds it difficult to communicate or even understand such things, and therefore comes across a wall-faced block of stone.
There is nothing in his life that takes more priority over impressing his father, and on the face of things this is not a problem. Drake is both book-smart and life-smart – he just hasn’t quite got a grasp on being people-smart. All of this Keeping Up Appearances lark has its downsides, and one of Drake’s is underground rebellion. He likes to play what he calls The Game, where each and every person he considers himself acquainted with represents a Chess piece in his life. He calculates everything beyond all sense, but likes to take risks, likes to roll with whimsy, makes decisions on the flip of a coin, and considers himself invincible. Every win is expected, every loss is a lesson in how to win better.

Appearance: Tall and lanky, Drake has not and never will manage to attain the buff shoulders of an athlete. Despite that, he has a certain wiry strength about his build. His face still bears the evidence of youth, but cutting blue eyes and years of training have given him an iron-grip control of his expression so that it ‘expresses’ precisely nothing - unless he tells it to. He maintains obsessive personal hygiene, and never dresses for less than a four figure price tag.

PB: Nicholas Hoult

History: Sebastian Chevalier had always wanted three things from life: a nine figure bank account, a beautiful wife, and a son to pass his traditions onto. He considered himself truly blessed, therefore, when his Paris-based start-up turned into a San Francisco blow-up, leaving him in possession of not one, but two of those things. He had a daughter, too, but it wasn’t girls he was interested in. He needed a son to train. Four years later, his triumvirate of wishes was completed, and Drake was born.

The child’s education started early – at four, in fact, when Papa removed everything that could be considered a distraction from the house and sat down to more sensible, useful things. Years of numbers, languages, tests and examinations followed. There was little room for sentiment and none for play, for even the games they played together were challenges, and Drake learned quickly that there was precious little room for failure.

Due to the nature of his father’s more illicit work, Drake’s formal schooling was overseen by the best schools money could buy. Rather than feeling resentful at being sent away, Drake saw the boarding institutions as places of freedom, where he could exist for days at a time without paying the price for inferiority. His popularity varied wildly from group to group, although his grasp towards any form of friendship was tentative at best. Nobody could visit during school holidays, for Drake would be working with his father, and although modern networking was all about the people one knew, Sebastian was adamant that Drake should view the people around him as nothing more than acquaintances to be respected, used, or discarded as necessary.

Thus far, Drake has only made one memorable mistake. Hormones kicked in at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and most definitely with the wrong person. A politely worded letter home from a teacher confessed the whole, and Sebastian shipped Drake out without a second thought. He had a triumvirate of successes, of wishes that had all irrevocably come true. He would not have the most important one sullied by tainted sexuality.

To make up for the error, Drake kept his head down and ensured he graduated early with the highest honours possible. College was nothing more than a matter of picking and choosing, and under his father’s direction he chose to study Political Science and Law. A minor in linguistics was more his own choice.
His first year at Harvard was much the same as the earlier ones at boarding school. He kept himself separate from the bulk of his peers, engaged with a few in informal games that whisked back and forth between joking horseplay and outright violence. Through it all he was careful not to catch any unfortunate eyes, and as he rocked into second year, he felt he was beginning to find his feet. Those few he had selected as being socially acceptable planned a month-long holiday to Sydney for Spring Break. They’d have to leave a little early, but a few skipped classes wouldn’t cause any harm unless Drake’s father found out – and Drake had set several plans in place to ensure that wouldn’t happen. He hadn’t really reckoned on the plane crashing. Who would, right?

Special skills: Languages: speaks French and English fluently, has a very good grasp of Spanish and Italian, fencing, excellent with animals, drawing.
Strengths: Excellent public front, calm and quick thinking under stress, speedy gonzalez, unpredictable, quick reflexes, excellent memory.
Weaknesses: Not a people person, addictive personality, does not realise life is fragile, cannot cope with loss of control or helplessness, emotionally vulnerable, predictable, loathes any form of physical contact, water-phobic.

Misc: Would probably sell his soul for a fresh croissant and French hot chocolate. Gay as rainbows, but lives in a padlocked closet.

Inventory: Oakley waterproof backpack, iPhone 4S and charger, netbook and charger, pencil, paintbrush and small selection of gouache tubes, wallet with credit cards, half-filled sketchbook, small black notebook, one salt-ruined black suit, one salt-ruined black shirt, black socks & shoes, one waterproof Oakley watch, one signet ring.

[failure]

accepted!

[wineandvinegar]

Player:

Name: Valentine
Age: 25
Contact: AIM: VanishingAge

Character:

Name: Valentin (Isaac) Fontaine
Age: 20
Birthday: August 15th
Country of origin: Anaheim, California, USA

Reason for flight: VACATION! Fuck yeah!

Personality: Everyone’s business is Valentin’s business. He’s unabashedly nosy; he’s really just genuinely curious about his fellow human beings! Well, that and a terrible gossip. But he’d never tell anyone about your secrets. He delights in being a bad influence. C’mon, just one more drink, you’re not that drunk! (And nevermind that he may or may not be underage. Hush.) Look, he won’t tell your girlfriend about the hot chick at the party, you can even borrow the backseat of his car. He’s got your back, man.

A shit disturber, he often likes to antagonize people just to get a rise out of them. He lives for reactions, for getting them out of people. He can be cruel, all while smiling, acting as if it’s accidental, as if his intentions were good, as if he didn’t realize that would offend you, as if that easily given apology has any sincerity at all. He pushes everyone, even the few people he genuinely likes, too far now and than.

Appearance: Valentin has a slight build, is of average height, and has a sharp features. His colouring is light, light, light. Light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes. His hair is a little bit long and shaggy, and he’s already looking a bit scruffy and they’ve only just gotten here. He has a few scars, here and there. He’s been in a few fights after all. He’s got the personality to get himself into fights, but not the build to back them up, so it was inevitable.

He’s typically found smiling, as if everything amuses him. Many things do, and if nothing else it seems to annoy others.

PB: Joe Anderson.
History: Valentin comes from a well off family. His parents married quite young, against all odds considering his father’s womanizing tendencies, and Valentin was a bit of a surprise. His mother worked part time, so she could still spend time with her child; while his father was barely home, it seemed. Then four years later, baby Adelle arrived. Like many children, Valentin’s initial reaction to the newcomer was less-than-graceful, but his mother was careful to include him, and being allowed to help out with the precious new baby eventually gave him a sense of pride. As they grew older, Valentin continued to be very caring/protective in regards to his little sister.

Their mother died when he was14. It was a fast-spreading cancer and the family barely had time to square with the idea before she was gone. Adelle became that much more Valentin’s responsibility, even if it was just for simple things like helping her with homework and making sure she had her field trip paperwork signed. He’d forge his father’s signature on permission slips, and write cheques with his father’s chequebook, and buy groceries and clothes with his father’s credit card. His father knew he was doing it, but didn’t have the time to care, it seemed, between work and various girlfriends.

Valentin quickly realized that he more or less had the run of the house, and his father’s finances, and took advantage of it. After all, he was a teenager, and nothing mattered more than appearances. So he bought himself and his sister the coolest clothes, all the expensive toys and gadgets, took friends out for nights on the town, and their father never complained. He just paid the credit card bills and things continued on.

Until Tracy appeared. Tracy had been his father’s assistant for a year, was recently divorced, and suddenly the next in a string of girlfriends. Normally yet another girlfriend wasn’t something of consequence. But this was different. Tracy encouraged their father to come home, to spend time with his children. Valentin, all too used to independence and not having to deal with his father at all, was not a fan of this change. Suddenly he was being told off for not coming home after school, for not calling, for being late for dinner. Which, of course, only made him more inclined to do these things, and then get into snappish arguments after the fact.

To add insult to injury, his father was going to marry the woman. She was going to move into their home, and bring her two children with her.

Well, this was altogether unacceptable.

Valentin did everything within his power to make the newcomers uncomfortable. Getting into fights, childish pranks, anything that might upset them was fair game.

He practically disappeared the week surrounding the wedding, turning off his cellphone or at least ignoring calls from it and not coming home. When he finally did, it was with an elegant cake in one hand that read “Congratulations on your imminent divorce” and in the other was his acceptance letter from an out of state college. He’d be leaving in a month and a half, living in residence, and clearly had no intention of spending any time at home he didn’t have to.

Two years later, he’s somehow (impossibly, except for having money) still in school, studying business, and is taking a break to bring his little sister to Australia for a few weeks.

Special skills: can drink like a sailor, not that that’s helpful here. He speaks a little Spanish and a little French.
Strengths: confident, friendly/outgoing (when it suits him), generous (again, when it suits him, and only to buy your friendship really)
Weaknesses: lazy, irresponsible, a jerk often, nearly incapable of taking anything seriously, apparently blind to the feelings of others, selfish/self-centred

Misc: Nothing is coming to mind here. :x

Inventory: What are they carrying with them when they are washed up on the island?


- clothing
-- jeans and a tshirt
-- conveniently waterproof watch (as if that is helpful)
-- socks (black)
-- shoes (also black, fashiony)
- Passport
- Wallet (some ridiculous expensive leather thing)
-- no cash
-- two fancy credit cards
-- a fake ID
-- Starbucks card
-- health insurance card
- Cellphone (iPhone 4S because I am part of the CULT OF APPLE clearly)
-- lots of phone numbers, lots of pictures that mostly seem to be from parties and general going-out-activities
-- lots of text messages displaying a tendency to be a bit lazy about spelling/grammar, depending on who he’s talking to.
- keys
-- keys to lots of things! Residence, his car, his Dad’s house, his Dad’s car, other... random... keys....

[failure]

accepted!

[agirlandhergun]

Player:
Name: Jeis
Age: 29
Contact: jeisattack@gmail.com

Character:
Name: Tegan ‘Tig’ Jones
Age: 30
Birthday: 1st May 1982
Country of Origin: England

Reason for Flight: Skipping town, but was on the flight disguised as an air hostess.

Personality:
Tegan is confident, affirmative, and assertive. Sometimes she crosses the polite line from assertive and is more aggressive, but in this she blames her line of work. She doesn’t really mean to be argumentative or a bully, and will usually apologise when she understands she’s stepped incorrectly, although she does not suffer any form of fool lightly or quietly. She is a soldier; very practical, straightforward, and reacts well to both assuming positions of leadership or receiving direction, although if it’s the latter you’d best be either an expert or extremely convincing. Working in a team comes naturally to her, although the more complicated a job is, the less she likes having anyone else around to distract her. She has the pragmatism of a killer, and will always do what is necessary for survival of both herself and those she feels come under her banner. Despite all the above, she’s alright people and finds it easy to muck in with strange people in strange surroundings. Due to her military background a certain level of professional trust comes easily around other military types, but if you’re a civvy, she’s unlikely to believe you know how to tie your shoelaces unaided.

Appearance:
Tegan rocks in at 5’7” and presents a wired, tough body frame. She’ll never look particularly bulky when covered in clothing, but when stripped down to vest and shorts it becomes evident that she’s packing a lot of muscle. Her head is shaven and she customarily removes her eyebrows aswell. Although her ears are pierced she eschews all jewellery but for the traditional military dog tag which is kept beneath whatever clothing she is wearing. There is very little that is soft or girly about Tegan, and she prefers not to present a feminine image. Her nails are cut short and left unmanicured, and the only make up she carries come in greasepaint format. Her default expression is somewhat sullen and challenging, but despite that she smiles easily when around the right people.

PB: Deborah Anne Dyer (Skin, Skunk Anansie)

History:
Tegan had a slightly atypical childhood, although she’d be more likely to refer to it as a ‘bloody poor showing’. She was the eldest of two daughters to a military father who wanted a boy. This wasn’t too much of a problem after the first few years, though, because Tegan never really did much with Barbies except pull their heads off to use as missiles. She clicked well with Pappi over that one, although her little sister didn’t like it too much. When she thinks about it, Tegan vaguely regrets her attitude towards her more girlish sister, but it doesn’t really matter now.

Her mother left when Tegan was still in a crib, and her father married again in time to spawn the younger sibling. Both mother and daughter were unwelcome in Tegan’s eyes, for they were everything she was not, pretty, well-mannered, and the kind of women that would find good husbands. Well, sort of. Didn’t really work for her step-mother; she got landed with Pappi. He drank too much, yeah, but that was because of the stuff he’d had to do during the war in Iraq, he said, and she shouldn’t ask any more questions. She never did find out what those things were, the idiot died by the time she was old enough to join the army herself. That happened as soon as she was sixteen, when Tegan finished school with a scraped handful of GCSEs and a festering hatred of her stepmother and the bimbo she was raising.

She found the Army at once liberating and frustrating. She couldn’t serve on military operations until she was eighteen, and so to occupy her mind beyond the basics of Infantry, Tegan trained as a weapons artificer. Unlike school, she took to the job easily and her innate intelligence came into its own, but despite enjoying her work, it didn’t stop her feeling like she was putting her skills to no use. When she was shipped out to Afghanistan in 2001, she was a Staff Sergeant and more than welcomed the exodus. She stayed with the army until 2006, leaving only when she’d hit the ceiling of her qualifications as a Warrant Officer. Her occasional flares of temper meant it unlikely that she’d ever receive a commission, and when approached by another, independent source of employment, Tegan took it.

Since then, she has been linked with a company that advertises itself as ‘Protective Security’, although if you’re wealthy enough and influential enough to know where to look, you’ll also be aware that their form of ‘protective security’ also includes removing the threat before it steps out of line. Tegan knows her line of work isn’t precisely legal, and sifts through names, passports and countries in regular, unpredictable patterns. She has no moral quandary with what she does, although there are bad days right along with the good, but in her mind this line of work is what she was made for.

Her exit from LAX was post-contract, with a payoff to the right people landing her a temporary stand-in as an air hostess on the flight. It was in this way she managed to smuggle her weapons on board, transferring them in dismantled components between her hostess carryon and spread throughout the plane’s supplies. When the plane started to go down, though, all pretence went out the window, and she grabbed everything she could, stowing it into the hard-backed, waterproof suitcase she’d blagged as her long haul hostess case and tying the whole to herself. In this way she braved the ocean, and can consider herself both lucky and smart for successfully saving the bulk of her gear.

Special Skills: Orienteering, tracking, hunting, killing, hiding, soldiering, camping, marksmanship, weaponry maintenance, first aid.
Strengths: Determined, resilient, unflappable, patient, good with her hands, accustomed to being self-reliant in hostile places, brave, relatively easy to (superficially) befriend.
Weaknesses: Not great with producing such things as empathy or sympathy, and very poor at dealing with hysterics, tears, or anything like it. A little too quick to reach for a weapon, very trigger happy, accustomed to action first, questions later. Questionable moral stance. Stubborn. Not especially creative.

Misc: Tegan’s real surname is not Jones. Given the potentially deadly situation they are in, she has pulled out her original dogtag which bears the surname Dacre. This is not an official piece, but something she and her unit put together after a particularly nasty tour.

Inventory:
• One slightly out of place golf travel case, converted internally to somewhat alternative luggage. https://www.golfsmith.com/images/302765.jpg
• One air hostess outfit, less hat and shoes. Some jellyfish is enjoying her wig.
• One pair black combat pants, one black wife-beater vest, one black military jacket with pockets galore, 1 pair reinforced black gloves two max impact sports bras, 2 pair briefs, 2 pair socks.
• One pair steel-toe capped military boots.
• One dogtag necklace stamped with an British Army seal reading DACRE.
• One Leatherman Multi-Tool http://www.leatherman-store.co.uk/multi-tools-c27/leatherman-mut-eod-military-utility-tool-p603
• One boot knife http://earthyessences.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/stiletto-blackblade-9-inch-a-91-peb-boot-knife-earthyflavorance-biz_.jpg
• One 9mm Browning http://www.flickr.com/photos/defenceimages/5489532740/
• One L115A3 http://www.army.mod.uk/equipment/support-weapons/1459.aspx.
• One compass
• One basic gun cleaning kit http://www.shoothouse.co.uk/sentry-gun-lubricants/sentry-solutions-armourers-kit
• One field gunsmith kit http://www.brownells.com/.aspx/pid=23880/Product/TOOL-KITS-FOR-AR-15-M16-M4
• 1 First Aid kit including adrenaline shot, bandages, basic medicines and antiseptics.
• 2 packs x 32 super plus tampons
• 1 travel toothbrush / toothpaste combo
• 1 Edwin Jagger Travel Grooming Set http://www.amara.co.uk/products/mens-leather-3-piece-travel-grooming-set-black and aloe vera shaving soap

[failure]

Hmm, I'm trying to keep allowed equipment this round down to the very basics as far as survivability is concerned. Could you tone down her weaponry?

Revised Inventory:

[agirlandhergun]

Inventory:
• One slightly out of place golf travel case, converted internally to somewhat alternative luggage. https://www.golfsmith.com/images/302765.jpg
• One air hostess outfit, less hat and shoes. Some jellyfish is enjoying her wig.
• One pair black combat pants, one black wife-beater vest, one black military jacket with pockets galore, 1 pair reinforced black gloves two max impact sports bras, 2 pair briefs, 2 pair socks.
• One pair steel-toe capped military boots.
• One dogtag necklace stamped with a British Army seal reading DACRE.
• One Leatherman Multi-Tool http://www.leatherman-store.co.uk/multi-tools-c27/leatherman-mut-eod-military-utility-tool-p603
• One boot knife http://earthyessences.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/stiletto-blackblade-9-inch-a-91-peb-boot-knife-earthyflavorance-biz_.jpg
• One compass
• One basic gun cleaning kit http://www.shoothouse.co.uk/sentry-gun-lubricants/sentry-solutions-armourers-kit
• One field gunsmith kit http://www.brownells.com/.aspx/pid=23880/Product/TOOL-KITS-FOR-AR-15-M16-M4
• 1 First Aid kit including adrenaline shot, bandages, basic medicines and antiseptics.
• 2 packs x 32 super plus tampons
• 1 travel toothbrush / toothpaste combo
• 1 Edwin Jagger Travel Grooming Set http://www.amara.co.uk/products/mens-leather-3-piece-travel-grooming-set-black and aloe vera shaving soap

[failure]

accepted!

[disingenuous]

Player:

Name: Arashi
Age: 23
Contact: likeacadence[at]gmail[dot]com

Character:

Name: Adelle Fontaine
Age: 16
Birthday: August 8th
Country of origin: Anaheim, CA, USA.

Reason for flight: FUCK YEAH VACATION.

Personality: Imagine everything you hate about teenagers and perhaps you might be close to what Adelle is like. This girl is a teenager through and through, and her thoughts and actions serve well to reflect that. Selfish and capricious, Adelle does what she wants when she wants and better hope luck is on your side if you decide to get in her way.

While she is only a teenage girl, she can be a vicious one - prone to moods, manipulative, and hateful. Cutting remarks are not foreign to her, and neither are backhanded compliments.

As horrible as she can be, she can also be very charming and sweet if it pleases her. Her demeanor is playful first and foremost. She is good to those she likes, dismissive of those she cares not for, and downright cruel to those she hates. Not completely disloyal, she will stand by her brother no matter what even if they aren't always sunshine and roses. The longer her father is married, the more she develops an us versus the world mentality when it comes to her family.

tl;dr - awful. a w f u l.

Appearance: With fair skin, beautiful auburn hair, and clear blue eyes, Adelle is an attractive girl. Slim and slender, the young girl pays a lot of attention to how she looks. Any make up she has on, she makes sure looks natural and enhances her features (not that matters much deserted on an unknown island, but). She knows how pretty she looks, and she makes it a matter of fact to always look prettier. She wields her smiles like weapons.

Her clothes are usually of quality or branded with a designer label. Appearance and status are closely entwined in her mind, and that is e v e r y t h i n g. She is fashion savvy and dares you to say otherwise (which will result in pain).

PB: Sophie Turner

History: Please see Valentin's history for 75% of Adelle's history. ... kidding!

Born to a pair of parents who were doing well in the computer and electronics business, Adelle's childhood would have no want for money or toys or any material goods. In fact, if asked to recall her childhood, Adelle would say it was a golden childhood. Her mother was around and taking care of her, and her brother was around and good to her. Whenever her father was around, he was good to her as well. It was an idyllic time in her memory.

However, that all came to a crashing halt when she was 10 and her beautiful mother was victim to a terminal cancer that took her suddenly. Adelle was devastated at the loss of her mother especially before puberty when every girl needs her mother most. It was no surprise that when her father started dating again (and how often he did) that the girl did not like it. Every girlfriend his father introduced her to she was chilly at best and extremely nasty at worst. During this time, she bonded with Valentin even more. If they weren't close before, they were now.

Adelle's father Gabriel married again. His second marriage was short, a gold digger that Adelle did her best to sabotage. The divorce was very much instigated by her in her mind. More girlfriends came, and the process repeated, etc. She was entering high school, and she was going to be on top of everything.

But then her father remarried again, and this time it seemed more serious. This time, it seemed more genuine even though the woman was her father's secretary. She seemed nice enough, but that meant nothing. With the marriage came two step-siblings much to Adelle's aghast and displeasure.

No, she was not going to share her brother or her father with anyone else!

It was a good thing that Valentin apparently had as much distaste for the strangerbitches two new children that were coming over to their home. Adelle was more sly and catty in her attacks, barbed words here, awful suggestions there, and most of her pranks could not be directly traced to her even if they were obviously done to her. None of them were welcome in her book--the woman and her children.

On the advent of her father's third wedding, however, Valentin disappeared and wouldn't even keep in contact with her. That was as much as a shock as much as it was unacceptable. Was her brother abandoning her? He couldn't. Adelle was inconsolable and full of rage. Alone, she wept. Around others, she snapped at everyone about everything. She made sure it was a tense atmosphere; there would be no happiness until her brother came back, wedding be damned. She hated that her father was getting remarried anyway.

When Valentin finally reappeared, she had been secretly pleased with the cake he brought back. A wonderful message, she thought, though she didn't show it. When he announced he was going out of state for college, what happened was a milder rehash of what occurred when he left previously. How could her brother leave her alone with all these strangerbitches? Did he not love her enough to stay? She tried her best to guilt him into staying but failed.

Fine.

Fine.

Valentin and she did make up, but Adelle made sure to be strong even without him there. High school would be her sanctuary and playground simultaneously where home could not be. During her junior year, when a trip to Australia was proposed, Adelle jumped on it. She would be going to Australia, and she would be missing school and getting away from her stepfamily! What was there not to love?

Well. She would soon find out.

Special skills: archery (you look cooler shooting an arrow than tossing or hitting a ball), can smash bugs with a force ... if given someone else's shoe (like she would mar the bottom of her things. as if!), sharp eye sight, good spatial memory
Strengths: graceful, good eye for color, charming, sweet enough when she wants to be, seeming more innocent and helpless than she is, a good actress, a good liar, manipulative
Weaknesses: horrible, awful, terrible, teenager, selfish, very moody, manipulative is both a strength and weakness, have i mentioned awful terrible and horrible yet?, can get very possessive, super spoiled, camping is not a thing she does THIS WILL BE THE WORST

Misc: SHE IS THE WORST. Also, she has had two years of high school French.

Inventory: wearing jeans, a cute top, assorted jewelry, and flats

• iPad 2 that is likely living with the fish or washed up on some distant shore
  Coach purse
  • iPhone 4S, iPod touch (both her phone and iPod have waterproof casing; her iPad does not), wallet (learner's permit, $50 USD, $100 AUD, Visa gift card), two make up bags (one with actual makeup, the other with feminine items), mini hair brush, passport, pen, designer sunglasses
    
  
  carry on
  • two pairs of undergarments, two tops and two skirts, jacket, swimsuit, a pair of wedges and flip flops
  
  

[failure]

accepted!

[aiguille]

Character:

Name: Sean Anderson
Age: 23
Birthday: 30/September
Country of origin: England

Reason for flight: holiday

Personality: Sean has always been the wonder boy. He's not the smartest, but when it comes to sports he's rarely beaten. Smiley and cheerful, most of his popularity in school came from his ability to laugh in the face of danger, bad marks, twenty page reports and other things. His parents being decently rich means he's never wanted for anything, and if nothing else, his insulation from hardship leaves him with an extreme naivety. He's laid back, but that's mostly because he doesn't know how to work hard. Everything's come easy to him.

Nonetheless, he's warm hearted and if he's the type of person who thinks throwing someone who can't swim into the deep end of the pool is what's best- well, he's always acting with the best interests of the people around him at heart. That counts for something, right? He's sort of an overeager puppy when it comes to pleasing people now he's out in the real world and has found that it's harder to impress as an adult than it was at school.

On the flip-side, he's been popular all his life and not only has that bred a huge amount of confidence into him, he just cannot process the idea of someone not liking him. It's so far out of his comfort zone as to be completely unbelievable. He's also been more or less pampered his entire life, from never having to wash his own clothes or clean up after himself to never, ever cooking. He barely knows how to take care of himself in the real world. On a deserted island? It's best to start taking bets on how long it takes before a stick insect beats him up.

Appearance: Sean is a handsome, handsome man. Not particularly tall, nor overly short, he's a good 5'8. His muscles are beginning to lose their definition, but he's still built fairly well. His fashion sense is keen, and he's brave in his choices. Finding out he needed to wear glasses when he was nineteen simply led to him pouncing on the hipster glasses movement. He keeps his head shaved for lack of fuss, though under normal circumstances he spends ages shaving his beard into various designs. He's a little vain, though time at the island will soon break him of that.
PB: Tinie Tempah
History: Sean's parents emigrated to Britain from Jamaica in the early eighties. His father was a practising lawyer who overcame adversity to set up shop in London, earning enough to ensure his family was secure and well taken care of. Sean can just about tell you that story, but he couldn't tell you any specifics about his father's career, nor anything about his father's education. These things just didn't stick in his head, you see? Not entirely his fault.

What Sean can tell you is that he was born in 1988, when his dad had already built up quite a snug nest egg. He went to the best primary school, then an excellent grammar school where he just about scraped enough GCSEs to get into a decent college. But really, even if his marks were no good, nobody could deny Sean was bad at school; no, Sean is and was one of those people who really, really cracked school. Laid back, his popularity came naturally to him, as did the large number of gold medals he won in various sports competitions. It helped that he was handsome and ready with a smile for everyone, from the head teacher to the lowliest year 7.

After college (and A levels in law, maths and economics) he went off to study Economics at university level. It was nearly a miracle that he managed to finish the course at all, with persistently low grades for lack of effot, but he just about managed it. Almost immediately his dad hooked him up as an intern at a friend's office. Sean isn't really sure what he does here, except put in numbers and occasionally make phonecalls. Nobody really talks to him, he doesn't get invited to meetings, he's bored all day...is it any wonder he spends most of his time wishing he was 16 again?

One of his friends from the football club back home invited him over to America to show him how he was doing in the movie industry and Sean almost immediately booked in some time off. LA, man! Who wouldn't take time off work for LA? What nobody knew though, was that for the two weeks off time Sean took, he only booked a week in LA. The other week was to be spent gadding about in Sydney, to make the most of the Australian summer before he had to go back to boring old winter in England.

He's beginning to think that might have been a mistake. But hey! No more data entry!

Special skills: ...He can do a one-handed push-up?
Strengths: almost always sees the bright side, physically strong.
Weaknesses: no idea how to take care of himself without help, naive, sort of still wishes he was 17.

Misc: n/a

Inventory: passport, wallet containing mostly plastic, a beanie, jeans, a buttoned up shirt and a jumper, socks and trainers. Underroos.

Carry on: a small rucksack including: toothbrush, small tube of tooth paste, underroos (3x), a t-shirt, a container of 4 squashed cheese sandwiches, spare glasses, paracetamol, deodorant, iphone and two books: 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets' and 'Tea Time for the Traditionally Built'.

ara said you said scraping in tonight was ok!!

[butforthegraceof]

Name: Rere
Age: 21
Contact: fieryend@gmail.com (gchat or email)

Character:

Name: Margaret Kratochvil
Age: 19
Birthday: July 17th
Country of origin: USA

Reason for flight: Study abroad.

Personality: Clever and mischievous, Maggie is the biggest hellraiser in her family by far. She is a tease, a prankster, extremely playful to the point of extremes (she never means to be mean-spirited, but it's inevitable sometimes, isn't it?) She is also the most ambitious in her family, willing to take on more overwhelming challenges than one might expect. She can also be fairly greedy and hotheaded; she is very stubborn and would rather be leader or nothing at all. Maggie is both bossy and extremely nosy at her worst, with a habit of sticking her nose into other people's business. When people would rather she butt out, Maggie finds the dismissal hard to endure.

Is it possible to be the wave that rocks the boat as well as the rudder? Maggie is childish but she is also used to being a support system. Generally very dismissive of anything that upsets her or gives her strong emotions, she would rather take charge of whatever is troubling someone else, grab it by the balls and face it head-on.

She doesn't really have an inside-voice and in addition to being sharp-tongued is also incredibly blunt. She has a filter; every functioning adult has one of those. And yet, no target is safe around her.
Appearance: Despite being from a family of tall redheads, Margaret is short (WHERE ARE THE GINGER GIANT GENES), bottom-heavy with powerful legs. Her build complements her position as a forward-striker on the school soccer team well: She may be small, but she is also fast, agile, and hardy. On the other hand, she is given to slouching - her poor posture does nothing to make her look any taller. Have we mentioned that there are no ginger giant genes here? Her hair is dark brown (I refuse to acknowledge that this two-tone thing Shenae has going on right now is real) and her eyes hazel. Her ears are pierced twice at the lobe; additionally, she has helix, conch, and navel piercings done.
PB: Shenae Grimes
History: The second and smaller of twins born in the middle of a Colorado heatwhave, Maggie seemed to take coming second as a challenge for everything else she took on in life. She was the first to walk, the first to talk, the first to swim, the first to take interest in outside people and things. Her older sister Saria being quiet and introverted, Maggie often found herself with a follow detail from her older sister. They were fraternal twins, of course, but still inseparably close and completely involved in every aspect of each others' lives. Though Margaret was hard on Saria – she was the closest and easiest target as well as the best scapegoat whenever there was a chance they would get into trouble doing ... whatever it was Maggie had decided to do wrong this week – she was also fiercely protective. She couldn't imagine a world without her sister. There was always Saria.

Their home life was nothing remarkable, superficially normal while less standard beneath the surface. Her parents worked hard but there were always new bills to pay (the arrival of another sister when Maggie and Saria was five meant a lot of hand-me-downs and a lot more penny-pinching). They always made it by somehow, regardless – that was what they did, what they were good at: they got by.

In addition to Saria's consistent presence, Margaret is also hard-pressed to remember a point in her life without Evelyn Hewell. Eva's father was a man she had always known as Uncle Mark (no relation), a friend of her parents' from college who had stayed in touch, and who happened to be very supportive of Maggie's mischievous cons. Eva ended up spending several holidays at their house and, at least once, Mark left her with Maggie's parents for a month-long stretch. Eva was a little older than the twins, but they bonded nonetheless, with Eva's vote generally making everything two-two-one against the older, more cautious twin. It wasn't until Maggie was much older that she realized Mark's relationship with her parents had been enabling; he fought a cocaine addiction for the better part of his adult life while her parents looked after his kids for their own safekeeping.

The terrible trio remained unstoppable well into their teens; no one was shocked when they ended up at the same college. Despite the close proximity, university was nonetheless a place for the inseparable twins to spread their wings wider. Already brnaching out through sports, Maggie was inclined to go out on the weekends (meeting several new people in the process) where Saria was not. Maggie soon found another redheaded babyduck to bring out her shell: Callie Stark was just waiting for someone to introduce her to the wilder side of life!

Maggie would like to be the one who thought of studying abroad (everything good is always her idea), but she wasn't. Nevertheless, as soon as Australia came up as a possibility, she took as much charge of the operation as possible, using her outgoing nature for good, for once, as she tackled interviews, financial aid advisers, and abroad counselors all the same.

The girls prepared their materials for study abroad. Applications in, scholarships awarded, safety lectures received, Saria approached Maggie shortly before their trip was to begin with some news:

She wasn't going.

Margaret and her sister fought to wake the dead. She called her every terrible name in the book, unable to cope with this amazing, last-minute show of cowardice – and unable to make the trip alone.

By the time the flight left for the final connection in California, Maggie still wasn't talking to her traitorous big sister.

Certainly it's for the best that Saria isn't along with them now, though, isn't it? The situation is the worst it could possibly be; with Eva missing after the crash, too, there's no way she would have dealt well with the pressure.

Special skills: Can pick locks. Exceptionally talented at flip cup and beer pong. Italics. Magnetically attracts gingers
Strengths: Level-headed, not likely to panic, pushes through stress. A good liar. Agile and athletic.
Weaknesses: Doesn't always seem to take things seriously, internalizes and then collapses under the pressure of feels

Misc: She's a physics major, so perhaps her knowledge will come in handy when people start trying to make coconut radios (what's with this 'and the rest' crap?)

The misc section was looking lonely.

Inventory: 1 digital camera (partially functional) (who the hell packs everything into a waterproof bag?); 1 lipgloss, 1 compact, 1 eyeliner pencil; one dozen soggy tampons; 1 busted trackphone; 1 set of keys; 1 sterling silver necklace with pendant (a gift from her parents); 1 metal wallet; 1 passport; 1 hooded sweatshirt; 4 sets of underwear & socks; 2 t-shirts; 2 pairs of jeans

still an hour and 15 mins left you are good!!

[failure]

accepted!

sob i know i'm cutting it close. icons will come... later...

[sweetsummerchild]

Player:

Name: Arashi

Character:

Name: Calla Stark
Age: 20
Birthday: June 21st
Country of origin: Portland, Maine, USA

Reason for flight: Studying abroad

Personality: Spontaneity is the name of Callie's game. Much of her life was under her mother's rule. Her mother's love, too, Callie knew, but her mother's love was stifling. All Callie wants is a little taste of fun and adventure in her college years. They're supposed to be the best years of life, so why can't she live it that way? There was no huge reason she could see why she couldn't, so that's how she lives.

While she is rash and reckless, she doesn't go off doing everything half-cocked. Her sense of morals is pretty grounded even if she does have a fake ID. She doesn't go around doing every illegal thing. Most of her rashness and her love freedom has to do with living away from her family and their expectations.

Despite her tendency to be rash and impulsive, the fuse for her temper is longer than most. Her patience isn't everlasting, though. She can get stubborn and annoyed, but her irritation is usually superficial and fades away easily. She is by no means tactful, ruled by her impulses and feelings. She also has no qualms about poking fun at people when she thinks it's the right moment for it. Generally, though, she is friendly and outgoing, and she really does have a good heart beneath it all.

Appearance: Quick to smile, Callie is wont to be expressive and bright. Freckles dot her face, and she is light of skin. As an athlete, her figure is lithe, and her legs are strong from her years in track and cross country. Neither tall nor short, she stands at 5'6".

Her light skin and red hair pretty much means she's more likely to burn in the sun than not, and her freckles don't help much to make her look her age. More inclined to comfort than fashion, her clothes err on the side of casual and maybe cute.

PB: Emma Stone

History: Callie's life is no worse than anyone else's. When she was born, both her parents were alive and she had two older brothers. Her mother only worked part-time to take care of her and her brothers while they were young. It was a nice and happy childhood without any major problems until she was seven.

When she was seven, while her family were driving home from a family vacation during the summer, an oncoming car slammed into the driver's side of her family's car. Her father died while the rest of her family sustained injuries of various degree.

After her family mourned and recovered, her mother Diana seemed to harden a little and understandably became a little more overprotective. Callie was never a bad child, but she was spirited and while she almost always listened to her mother, she could see how her mother had changed. Soon, her mother started working fulltime to support the family, and it was around this time that she got closer to her uncle on her father's side.

He took her camping and fishing to get away from babysitters and nannies she couldn't care less about. And that was how the majority of her childhood passed with her mother working and her uncle swinging by from time to time to take her or her and her brothers out for some time away. Her mother wasn't very fond of going on vacation anymore, and Diana always worried whenever she deemed some campsite too far away.

Callie got into track at the beginning of high school, and she fought with her mother to learn how to drive sooner rather than later. She didn't win that argument but neither did her mother as her uncle managed to get them to agree on some happy medium.

It was no surprise (at least not to her) when it came time to apply to college and most of her applications were sent to out-of-state colleges. She applied to enough in-state universities that would appease her mother, but when it came to decision-making time, she chose one in Colorado. It was time for fun away from home!

Callie made multiple promises to her mother about how she would behave in uni, but being away from home... it was thrilling! Needless to say, she didn't exactly follow her mother's words to the letter. Meeting and making new friends at university didn't exactly help that. Maggie and Eva were especially helpful in going out to have fun and trouble, and Callie didn't really regret it one bit!

When the idea was proposed to go abroad, Callie jumped on it. It was brilliant! It would be fun and it was traveling the world! What kind of fun could she have halfway across the world? Tons, she bet. There was no hesitation in sending in her applications, and she managed to somehow convince her mother it would be all right. Because it would be all right!

Boy, would she eat her words.

Special skills: camping skills! she can build a fire and set up a tent and kind of knows how to fish and how to clean and gut one, but she needs the modern equipment to do all that so whoops. She is a good tree-climber? She knows first aid and CPR. Can identify the most common DNW plants (ie. poison ivy or poison oak).
Strengths: friendly, does well under stress, has a very good endurance, can run long distances, can kick things very far, can laugh at almost anything
Weaknesses: rash, impulsive, reckless, a bit too optimistic, will do almost anything that seems fun or dangerous as long as it seems legal, lives for spontaneity (though... not the plane crashing variety...)

Misc: She is a Biology major who toys with the idea of going either Pre-Med or Pre-PT.

Inventory: one backpack with a blanket, a jacket, a now nonfunctional digital camera, a bag of trail mix, a bag of chips, a chocolate bar, some feminine items, a now nonworking android phone, her passport, keys, eyeliner, lip balm, her wallet containing cash, a credit card, library card,, her student ID, health insurance card, a card with emergency contact info, and her driver's license.

Her DS Lite and iPod nano are lost in the ocean. ;_;

She is wearing a tank top underneath a zip up hoodie, jeans, socks, and sneakers. And undergarments.

[failure]

accepted!