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Castaways RP: OOC/Sign-ups

The sun has risen, and as it does so the world mourns the loss of almost three hundred innocent souls. Tropical Storm Frito had formed in the middle of the Great Ocean storm belt, and while it didn't do much damage when it made landfall in the east, it managed to take down two unfortunate vessels which were crossing the ocean at the peak of its strength. MSC Troubadour, a modern cargo ship carrying Thalasi instruments to Allouxia with thirty-three crew, and Magnolia Airlines Flight 219, a Boeing 777 with over two hundred passengers, both vanished in the night. They are believed to have been claimed by the storm and lost to the waves forever. Although the relevant navies are searching as best they can, no debris has been spotted and they don't expect to find anything pertaining to the duel disasters at all.

Except, it didn't quite happen like that.

In a way, both the Troubadour and Flight 219 were insanely lucky. Sure, both went down in a storm they should have survived, with much loss of life for both vessels. On the bright side, however, there just so happened to be an island very close by. A completely deserted, presumably undiscovered yet large island, covered in jungle and mountains, formed a crescent along the deep blue sea. Instead of sitting at the bottom of the ocean as debris, Flight 219 is split in two, the front half of the Boeing 777 perched precariously on a cliff top and the rear lying in the jungle somewhere. Instead of drifting aimlessly in an endless ocean, the lifeboats (and random scrap heaps that happened to float enough for a desperate sailor to grab onto) lie scattered about the island's beaches. Dozens of survivors, battered yet still alive, gather themselves and try to take in their new surroundings.

And you, lucky player, are one of these survivors. Your goal is to explore and survive on this island long enough to be rescued, which shouldn't be too difficult on this rich tropical island. However, be warned: this place isn't what it seems, and mysterious dangers lurk in the dark, waiting...

SIGN-UP

Name: (Include any aliases, if applicable.)
Age and Gender: (Keep in mind that characters can and will die in this RP.)
Appearance: (A brief description or a picture will suffice.)
Personality: (State here everything about who your character is: what they love, what they hate, what makes them happy or sad, how they react to people, any instances of psychosis. Basically anything at all that helps to get into your character's head, so to speak.)
Biography: (A short biography of your character. What nation do they come from? Why were they on Flight 912 or the S.S. Troubador? Not necessarily required, but highly recommended.)

Skill: (You get to pick one thing you are good at. You can pick anything from fishing to aeronautical engineering, so long as it's not to vague. Creativity will be rewarded IC. Making your character into a catch-all survival machine is discouraged and will probably lead to your character app being denied.)
Here it is, after a too long wait! Hopefully I can find a better introduction to edit in than this verbal diarrhea, but I wanted to post a sign up. Enjoy!

Name: Da Kriya. Nickname: Kal/Blade, Will answer to either
Age and Gender: 24, Female
Appearance:
Face:
Armor:
Personality: Kriya is Yaim Rusurian through and through. She respects strength more than anything else, although she can respect wisdom. While she might be extremely attractive, I dare you to call her cute or pretty. More often than not that will result in one of your limbs being broken. You want to flatter her? Comment on her strength or combat prowess. She doesn't complain much about hardships, and hates it when others do. She's decent in a leadership role, but better at simply getting things done.
 
Biography: A the MSC Troubadour, as any ship transporting goods, required security. Da Kriya, a sergeant in the Yaim Rusurian armed forces, was just one of a small group sent to provide this. When the storm hit and the ship began its destruction, Kriya was the one of the few members of the Yaim Rusurian dispatch who was on deck, meaning she was one of the only sober ones. Kriya was able to make it to land thanks to debris. With her armor, blade, and rifle with limited ammo, she'll use every ounce of her training to survive.

Skill: Kriya, as her nickname "Blade" suggests, is highly skilled with melee weapons, especially the short sword/machete attached to her side at all times. She is not only good at combat with it, but can also craft with it via carving.
Not necessarily special skill, but she can also shot a bow and rifle, but not as well as maybe other Yaim Rusurians.

((Surprise Surprise, Cin'ciri is making another Yaim Rusurian Security guard XDDDD))
(((It wouldn't be surprising if other Yaim Rusurians survived if anyone wants to use one :3)))

Edit: ((((Also has a crippling weakness of not knowing anything about plant life, due to Yaim Rusur not really having any, so she is useless in finding any non-meat based food, and would just as quickly eat a poisonous mushroom as she would an apple.))))

soja

Name: Da Kriya. Nickname: Kal/Blade, Will answer to either
Age and Gender: 24, Female
Appearance:
Face:
Armor:
Personality: Kriya is Yaim Rusurian through and through. She respects strength more than anything else, although she can respect wisdom. While she might be extremely attractive, I dare you to call her cute or pretty. More often than not that will result in one of your limbs being broken. You want to flatter her? Comment on her strength or combat prowess. She doesn't complain much about hardships, and hates it when others do. She's decent in a leadership role, but better at simply getting things done.
 
Biography: A the MSC Troubadour, as any ship transporting goods, required security. Da Kriya, a sergeant in the Yaim Rusurian armed forces, was just one of a small group sent to provide this. When the storm hit and the ship began its destruction, Kriya was the one of the few members of the Yaim Rusurian dispatch who was on deck, meaning she was one of the only sober ones. Kriya was able to make it to land thanks to debris. With her armor, blade, and rifle with limited ammo, she'll use every ounce of her training to survive.

Skill: Kriya, as her nickname "Blade" suggests, is highly skilled with melee weapons, especially the short sword/machete attached to her side at all times. She is not only good at combat with it, but can also craft with it via carving.
Not necessarily special skill, but she can also shot a bow and rifle, but not as well as maybe other Yaim Rusurians.

((Surprise Surprise, Cin'ciri is making another Yaim Rusurian Security guard XDDDD))
(((It wouldn't be surprising if other Yaim Rusurians survived if anyone wants to use one :3)))

Edit: ((((Also has a crippling weakness of not knowing anything about plant life, due to Yaim Rusur not really having any, so she is useless in finding any non-meat based food, and would just as quickly eat a poisonous mushroom as she would an apple.))))

Approved, but you don't get to keep your armor or weapon. I'll let you have a survival knife and either a taser or a can of pepper spray.

Name: Logan Ward
Age and Gender: 22, Male
Appearance: 6'1", athletic, generally douchey-looking

Personality: A natural leader and athlete, Logan is outgoing and loves sports and partying. He lives by the motto "work hard, play hard," often causing him to go to the extremes of getting belligerently drunk or being too serious. He hates it when people try to bring him down or don't do their job when he thinks they should.

Biography: The star quarterback and pitcher for his high school football and baseball teams, Logan got a full scholarship to play at a university known for its impressive football program. Years later as a senior, he's one of the most-watched players in college football and is expected to be an early draft into the professional league. He's the president of his fraternity and a business major, not that he expects he'll have to use his degree. On vacation with three of his buds, Logan was on Magnolia Flight 219 when it crashed.

Skill: Generally athletic, particularly good at throwing things.

Approved, but you don't get to keep your armor or weapon. I'll let you have a survival knife and either a taser or a can of pepper spray.

I just wanted the knife, I was assuming she would throw off the armor, except maybe the helmet (all the systems would be broken, basically just a hat at that point, but it is her identifying thing((Yaim Rusurians have deep connections to their helmets))), so that it wouldn't weigh her down, and was not expecting her to be able to use the gun at all

Name: Ieyasi'alaevl Laoi'ryu (Ieyasi, Sister Laoi, The Red Panther)
Age: 22
Gender: F
Occupation: Criminal
Appearance:

Big Image!

Personality: Somewhat emotionally unstable from years of doing everything society told her not to, Ieyasi'alaevl is cynical and brash. She unconsciously is desperate to return to Feminamia and make contact with the Pale Lotus, the only family she has known. Most do not truly understand her, for she keeps everyone at a firm distance. She has grown somewhat skilled at blending in with foreign customs due to her forays into distant nations.
Biography: Born and raised in northern Feminamia, Ieyasi'alaevl is a high-ranking member of the Pale Lotus, a Feminamian poaching, foresting, and trafficking ring. She was a stowaway on the Troubador, planning to make her way through Allouxia back to Feminamia. As far as she is aware, she went undetected the entire time.

Skill: Information gathering, and hunting/tracking to a lesser degree

Name: Etienne 'Steve' Dumar
Age and Gender: 21
Appearance: Tousled, short chestnut hair. Bloodshot blue eyes perpetually hidden behind sunglasses. Smug grin splashed all over his face. Three popped collars despite only wearing one pastel-blue shirt that appears to have been painted over the body of a tanned Greek god.
Personality: Steve is a bullying, untalented dickbag whose sole talent in life was an excellent choice in ancestors. He has no personality that is not founded on irrational hatred of people unlike him, slavish devotion to his mother, and an unmerited sense of accomplishment and pride. He is a bullying, arrogant bigot, with the tragic failing of also being utterly incompetent and totally unaware of this.
Biography: Etienne was born the third son of Nicolas Dumar and Vivienne Villele, meaning that there were literally no expectations for him whatsoever as his parents had already produced their heir-and-a-spare. In an earlier age, he would have been made a squire and forcibly disciplined, or undergone a baptism in fire by being given a military commission, but in these enlightened times, Arbanians base military command on competence, not birth.
As a result, with no aspirations in life, Etienne, or 'Steve' as he now prefers to be called after two years in Tau Sigma Delta, was utterly spoiled by his nanny while being utterly ignored by his parents, with the expected result that he developed the morals of a particularly sociopathic axe murderer with the competencies of an unusually damp paper bag. His sole saving grace is that he was an adorable infant, who grew to become a cute child, and aged (one cannot say Steve ever 'grew up') to become a handsome man, and is thus guaranteed a good strategic marriage to a woman from a similarly wealthy family who won't be allowed to actually meet him until the wedding day. One would pity her, were it not for the fact that she will likely be equally as deficient a human being. They will deserve each other.
You know, if it wasn't for the fact that he is now likely to die on a deserted island thousands of miles from home.
Skill: When I said he had no talents, I meant this literally. If he had poorer parents, he'd be lucky to swing a construction gig, because his talents are limited largely to 'nice smile', 'large and well-proportioned muscles', and 'inhuman capacity for alcohol'. I suppose you could call 'strength' a skill, if it wasn't for the fact that it will likely wilt away the moment he goes through the last of the protein powder in his suitcase.

He's a joke character is what I'm saying.

We have a criminal, a securitywoman, and two frat boys. This is going to be a lovely time.

Hey now. He's only a stereotypical frat boy because that's the only place you can transpose a 1700s French nobleman into modern civil society without having to change more than the clothes.
Also realistically I expect him to be the first one to die. There always needs to be a guy who dies right after the crash to build the emotional capital for the audience to feel the impact of the plane crash. Saying '50 people died in a plane crash' has the emotional weight of gorging yourself at a buffet. You know you're supposed to feel bad, but frankly you can't muster up the energy to do it. Killing a guy you've known for 15 minutes though tricks your brain into simulating that emotional weight without actually feeling disappointed about it because he's an absolute fucking douche canoe.
After Etienne inevitably and deservedly dies, I'll bring in a 68-year-old Thalasian outdoorsman to serve as the mentor archetype, and when he inevitably dies tragically but peacefully during the night having helped secure a starting point for their short-term survival, the medical student will wake up from her coma.
You gotta have a pretty consistent character churn for these kinds of shows or else the audience will never develop an unhealthy emotional attachment to the characters that reverses in a horrific backlash once the finale hits and it's revealed that you had no idea what the fuck was going on in your own show.

I might have been talking about Lost this whole time.

Unless Steve becomes the Sawyer/Darryl of the group when you actually find out he's just missundaztood and needed the love and acceptance of others to truly shine. Or he's just lucky and slimes his way around so that in a very unsatisfying turn of events he's the last one standing.

Oh my god Kriya is going to want to kill this "Steve", if not actually kill him XD

wards

Name: Logan Ward
Age and Gender: 22, Male
Appearance: 6'1", athletic, generally douchey-looking

Personality: A natural leader and athlete, Logan is outgoing and loves sports and partying. He lives by the motto "work hard, play hard," often causing him to go to the extremes of getting belligerently drunk or being too serious. He hates it when people try to bring him down or don't do their job when he thinks they should.

Biography: The star quarterback and pitcher for his high school football and baseball teams, Logan got a full scholarship to play at a university known for its impressive football program. Years later as a senior, he's one of the most-watched players in college football and is expected to be an early draft into the professional league. He's the president of his fraternity and a business major, not that he expects he'll have to use his degree. On vacation with three of his buds, Logan was on Magnolia Flight 219 when it crashed.

Skill: Generally athletic, particularly good at throwing things.

Approved!

red panther

Name: Ieyasi'alaevl Laoi'ryu (Ieyasi, Sister Laoi, The Red Panther)
Age: 22
Gender: F
Occupation: Criminal
Appearance:

Big Image!

Personality: Somewhat emotionally unstable from years of doing everything society told her not to, Ieyasi'alaevl is cynical and brash. She unconsciously is desperate to return to Feminamia and make contact with the Pale Lotus, the only family she has known. Most do not truly understand her, for she keeps everyone at a firm distance. She has grown somewhat skilled at blending in with foreign customs due to her forays into distant nations.
Biography: Born and raised in northern Feminamia, Ieyasi'alaevl is a high-ranking member of the Pale Lotus, a Feminamian poaching, foresting, and trafficking ring. She was a stowaway on the Troubador, planning to make her way through Allouxia back to Feminamia. As far as she is aware, she went undetected the entire time.

Skill: Information gathering, and hunting/tracking to a lesser degree

A “poaching, forestry, and trafficking ring”. Even criminal enterprises have to do something environmental, don’t they? Approved.

Robinson Crus-bro

Name: Etienne 'Steve' Dumar
Age and Gender: 21
Appearance: Tousled, short chestnut hair. Bloodshot blue eyes perpetually hidden behind sunglasses. Smug grin splashed all over his face. Three popped collars despite only wearing one pastel-blue shirt that appears to have been painted over the body of a tanned Greek god.
Personality: Steve is a bullying, untalented dickbag whose sole talent in life was an excellent choice in ancestors. He has no personality that is not founded on irrational hatred of people unlike him, slavish devotion to his mother, and an unmerited sense of accomplishment and pride. He is a bullying, arrogant bigot, with the tragic failing of also being utterly incompetent and totally unaware of this.
Biography: Etienne was born the third son of Nicolas Dumar and Vivienne Villele, meaning that there were literally no expectations for him whatsoever as his parents had already produced their heir-and-a-spare. In an earlier age, he would have been made a squire and forcibly disciplined, or undergone a baptism in fire by being given a military commission, but in these enlightened times, Arbanians base military command on competence, not birth.
As a result, with no aspirations in life, Etienne, or 'Steve' as he now prefers to be called after two years in Tau Sigma Delta, was utterly spoiled by his nanny while being utterly ignored by his parents, with the expected result that he developed the morals of a particularly sociopathic axe murderer with the competencies of an unusually damp paper bag. His sole saving grace is that he was an adorable infant, who grew to become a cute child, and aged (one cannot say Steve ever 'grew up') to become a handsome man, and is thus guaranteed a good strategic marriage to a woman from a similarly wealthy family who won't be allowed to actually meet him until the wedding day. One would pity her, were it not for the fact that she will likely be equally as deficient a human being. They will deserve each other.
You know, if it wasn't for the fact that he is now likely to die on a deserted island thousands of miles from home.
Skill: When I said he had no talents, I meant this literally. If he had poorer parents, he'd be lucky to swing a construction gig, because his talents are limited largely to 'nice smile', 'large and well-proportioned muscles', and 'inhuman capacity for alcohol'. I suppose you could call 'strength' a skill, if it wasn't for the fact that it will likely wilt away the moment he goes through the last of the protein powder in his suitcase.

He's a joke character is what I'm saying.

Approved. Welcome to Frat Island, Steve.

Old Man Henderson
55, Male


A somewhat crazy old man who blames all of his problems on Vietnam, a country he has never been to. He is dyslexic, somewhat schizophrenic, takes hallucinogenic drugs, hates religion, cutlery, and books, sounds inexplicably more Scottish the more he drinks or gets angry despite not being Scottish, and refuses to take off his aviator shades for any reason.

Old Man Henderson was on the Troubadour by accident, after chasing someone onto the ship who he believed had stolen his lawn gnomes, which he had actually donated to charity while high, which he has no memory of. Not yet aware of what has happened, Old Man Henderson continues his search for his lawn gnomes on the island.

The only skill Old Man Henderson needs the power of improvisation. Unless being crazy counts as a skill.

NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING
DO I NEED TO BRING IN PUN-PUN