Name: Neasa (NES - sah) Jean Gallivan
Nicknames: Nessi, Ness
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Accent*: Faint irish accent, gets thicker when she's in high stress situations
Languages Spoken*: English
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Neasa is a small framed woman, about 5'5 and only 120 lbs. Her hair is a fiery red mess of curls that trails down to about mid-thigh. She typically wears a Kelly green ribbon tied around her hair to keep it out of her face but still down. Her eyes are almost teal in color with golden flecks. She has extremely pale skin littered with freckles all over.
The day of her flight she wore a comfortable outfit, a light green tank with baggy khaki sweatpants and a dark brown shawl her mother had knitted her. Her shoes just a plain, well worn pair of black boots.

Personality: Neasa can be a bit.... abrasive, at times. She isn't easy to be friends with and under normal circumstances would rather stay away from strangers. It's not that she hates everyone, just that she's not confident in making relationships, the only people she ever really talks to are her family and close friends. Her way of thinking is that if she doesn't try to make friends, it wont hurt when no one wants to be her friend.
Ultimately the best way to get on her good side is to be persistent- but not an annoyance.

Likes*:
+Her dog Dunkin, a 5 year old Sloughi (was on the plane, likely died in crash OP decides)
+Her brother, Rohan
+Archery

Dislikes*:
- Social situations
- Snakes
- Summer, heat, sunburns, they all go hand in hand to her.

Strengths [First will be the special skill for survival]:
+ As stated above, she is into archery. She was in JOAD and archery season is a godsend. (good hunter and tracker)
+ Physically fit to an extent, has good stamina but lacks in the strength department (save the 60 lb draw strength)
+ Has a few camping trips under her belt because her brother, but no extensive knowledge.

Weaknesses:
- not super strong.
- Absolutely cannot stand heat or sun, and it doesn't help being so pale.
- poor communication skills.

Bad Habits*:
- Developed a habit of smoking cigarettes with her friends that turned into an addiction that none of her family knows about.

Fears:
-Snakes
-Losing her family
-dying

Theme Song*: .....
History*:
Neasa was born in Ireland, her brother was 10, they lived their with their mom and dad until she was three and her parents divorced. Her mother remarried an American man, resulting in the relocating of the two kids and their mum.
Neasa never learned Irish, like her brother, and grew up almost completely as if she were American, the only semblance of her Irish background is the slight accent that she retained for some reason or other.

Her mother was diagnosed with cancer when she was 10, her husband left them when he heard the news, and Nessi and Rohan were left to take care of their mom. The cancer overtook her three days after Neasa's 12th birthday, the gift she received from her mother was the brown knitted shawl and a little sloughi puppie. After this, Rohan was left to care for his younger sister. He had to take on multiple jobs to pay for the two of them, Neasa was surprised when- despite the financial situation- Rohan payed for every one of her archery classes, and for a private school (she would later learn that their father had caught up with their situation and had been sending money to keep them afloat).
This went on for four years, Rohan had dropped down to one job and finished his own schooling, he was now a Doctor. They no longer lived in a one bedroom apartment, now her brother OWNED a three bedroom house, its own little half acre piece of land, and a nice fence to keep Dunkin in the yard.

They had been there a few months when Rohan suggested a real vacation, 5 destinations, across 3 oceans, over the span of 2 months, Neasa agreed ecstatically and they packed their things to go.
Unfortunately for them, they would only make it to 2 of their destinations before the crash.

Character Listing:
Neasa Jean Gallivan || 17 || Pale freckled skin with emerald eyes and fiery hair || Female || Mentions:)


Name: Rohan Druid Gallivan
Nicknames: Ro, R.G.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Accent*: Thicker irish accent than his sister's, but not uncomprehensible
Languages Spoken*: Irish gaelic and english
Sexuality: Bisexual heteromantic
Appearance: Tall, about 6'10", and well muscled, about 280 lbs. He shares the pale complexion, red hair, and freckles with his sister, though his eyes are a chrystal blue. He wears a thick beard and mustache that is typically well groomed. Rohan works out regularly and has always been somewhat of a health freak. His muscles are well defined and give him a bit of a brutish appearance. He keeps his hair a medium length, about to the bottom of his ears but he keeps it pulled back.
On the day of the crash, he wore a simple but decent outfit. A light weight plaid button up shirt, rolled up three quarters with a brown vest over, and blue jeans. He typically wore leather shoes, but he had brought brown slippers into the cabin with him, and left his other shoes in the luggage, likely lost now.

Personality: Rohan is truly a gentle giant, he's always been a bit of a social butterfly. He is just one big ball of kindness really, with a voice like honey. He is quite intelligent and thoughtful, and very mature.
Despite his calm and nice demeanor, he's no doormat and will not hesitate to put someone in their place if they need it.

Likes*:
+ His occupation
+His sister's dog
+His sister
+Birds

Dislikes*:
- His step-father
- rude people

Strengths [First will be the special skill for survival]:
+ He went through medical school and was a family doctor for a good year (extensive knowledge in first aid).
+ He used to camp with his father every year from 5-10, but doesn't remember everything.
+ very strong.

Weaknesses:
- Slow, easy target
- No real use other than medicine-y stuff
-somewhat of a germaphobe

Bad Habits*:
N/A

Fears:
-Slightly Germaphobic
-Terrified of sharks

Theme Song*:

History*: basically Neasa's backstory, not much different as they rarely spent any time apart.

RP Example:

Rohan looked over his ticket as he walked down the isle, reading the numbers of the seat. He put his showerbag into the overhead carryon, pulling a book he had stashed in the bag for the flight. Sitting down, Rohan was glad to have a window seat.
"Can we switch?" Rohan heard a familiar voice whisper. He looked over at his sister, she had the isle seat. He leaned forward to look past her at her neighbors on the opposite row, a mother with an infant in her lap and a toddler next to her.
"Really now?" he asked, leaning back into his seat, "I extra paid for you to be able to bring Dunkin, you can at least shut your gob and sit next t' a struggling mother for three hours now." he said, pulling out a pair of reading glasses and opening his book. He could see Neasa staring at him from the corner of his eye. "You don't be looking at me like that.", he said, flipping the page.
"Pleaaaase? I swear I'll name my firstborn after you." she begged, with her lower lip pushed out. Rohan Rolled his eyes, who was he kidding, she wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Well You won't be getting peanuts so." he sighed, standing up and letting her take his seat, then dropping into her's. Flashing a smile at the mom next to them who was now staring.
"Jokes on you," Neasa said mischeiviously, "I'm never having any kids." she chuckled, buckling up as the captain began to speak over the intercom. A flight attendant walked out and began her presentation before the flight began to take off. Rohan buckled himself in, leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs and began to read his book. They would be in for a long ride.

Other:
dragons

Character Listing:

Rohan Druid Gallivan ||27 || Pale, freckled skin with red hair || Male || Mentions:

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Name: Ryley Alexa Morgan 

Nicknames*: Rylexa, Ry, Alex

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Accent*: A Faint but present new yorker accent, heavier whenever she's stressed or just very excited

Languages Spoken*: English

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance:
 
Image credits https://pixabay.com/photos/beautiful-smile-girl-woman-happy-1274361/

 An average sized young lady, standing at 4'7", with a lithe but flexible and well muscled body, weighing about 120 lbs. She pale tan skin with brownish speckles adorning her face and pretty, hazel eyes that exploit shades of grey, blue, brown and green. Her hair just about reached down to her elbows, it's chestnut brown coloring, pale blonde and lighter brown highlights contrasting nicely against her skin and clothing, though she usually prefers to wear it up, often seen in a messy ponytail or bun. You will never see this girl without a scrunchie or two on her wrists. 
      Ry would always exercise on a daily basis, usually spending her time in the local wildlife reserves or out camping and has developed a deep love and understanding of nature in all its forms, as a result, she possesses a great knowledge of wildlife and animal behaviors, she's very into studying new creatures.
On the day of the crash, She sported a simple but stylish outfit. A cozy, heavy plaid wrap-around scarf, with messy, tangled tassels, A tight fit, baggy, tan shirt,with vents in the back and on the sleeve's and a burgundy undershirt with some dark pants. like the kind of girl she looks like, Ryley packed 'an entire wardrobe' worth of clothing and such for herself and her cousin, Ashaia, likely lost or destroyed in the crash.

Personality:

Likes*: wildlife, herbs, socializing, animals, Dogs, Ashaia, Soft Sand, Excercising, Discovering and studying new animals and species

Dislikes*:Conflicts, Cocky people, Water, Cold weather, Negativity, Thinking of the future

Strengths [First will be the special skill for survival]:
Growing up, Rylexa spent most of her childhood learning about wildlife, developing a love of studying new creatures and plants. This skill will benefit the group of survivors as they learn more about the strange island and its inhabitants, As she does take notes and documents of everything.

Weaknesses: Sprained Wrist, enclosed spaces, dark area's

Bad Habits*: When afraid, rylexa will get the freeze response, instead of fight or flight, making a her vulnerable target.
She spaces out whenever she's thinking, losing awareness of her surroundings.
She bites her fingernails and plays with her hair.

Fears:
Aerial Travel
Hydrophobia [fear of water]
Hemophobia [fear of blood]

Theme Song*: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuCK-oiE3rM Sunset Lover-Petit Biscuit

History*: ———— WIP

RP Example:
Skye felt her fur stand on end even though she tried her best to physically stay calm, fidgeting in place all the while. She couldnt help but jump every time the black one moved, and her pale costed counterpart spoke. Ashota did nod in a cooperative way, signaling for artemis to follow orders. Wordlessly the small, jet wolf shot off, hot on her brother and his companion’s trail. The odd looking canine settled down slowly, long limbs moving somewhat gracefully as they lie down, looking very fawn like. Skye couldnt help but feel a little relaxed, even more so when the warm yellow of their eyes melted golden pools of beauty as they met her bright evergreen, easter keylime colored opticals. “Youre pregnant...Im sorry about your ordeal, and i do hope youre far enough along to where he is the father, despite all you dealt with. The little one is alright you believe-?” They questioned, tilting their head curiously as a moment of silence passed. The brown she wolf responded a bit shyly, though confident, settling down as the stranger did in a deer like resting position beside her partner. ‘’Four.”
“You mean-“ “There are four, confirmed...as far as ive checked...”


Other:
Ryley, though headstrong and very optimistic, Has undeniable trouble when she is stressed, Proven from a young age, And does have Panic and Excercise induced asthma. It is vital she has her inhaler at all times.
Her current one has a solid 218 pumps.

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Name: Iris
Nicknames*: Ice, gem
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Accent*: Aussie
Languages Spoken*: Speaks English but knows Spanish
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: A very short girl with tan skin and long brown hair. Her hair is wavy and thick, while her tan is sunkissed. Her eyes are an emerald green like swamp water. She always wears a baggie hoodie with black skinny jeans. She also always has a small flower crown on normally it has different flowers each day. (will go without the crown!)

Personality: She is very quiet and shy. She's a mute due to her horrible past that her family caused and why she was on the plane in the first place. Most people call her dud or mutie due to the non speaking part of her. She hates loud noises and stays out of the path of most male scared of the stories of what her father told her.

Likes*: Flowers, Swimming, climbing, any animal, books, writing, archery, running.

Dislikes*: Big crowds, lots of blood, loud noises, close battles, huge men!

Strengths [First will be the special skill for survival]:
Running, She had run with her father every day!
swimming
climbing
cooking
hiding

Weaknesses:
Literally, just her dislikes!

Bad Habits*: Nail biting, fiddling with her fingers, swaying, biting the skin off her lower lip.

Fears:
Philophobia (Love)
Athazagoraphobia (being forgotten)

Theme Song*: Robin hood


History*: Will develop as the rp goes on!

RP Example: The moonlight pools into her dark tree fort as she hears the howls of the young wolves showing off to the moon. This was her favorite time, midnight. Everything was so much more lively and she lived for this time. Steadily she helped herself to her feet grabbing a small flower crown from the small table her dad had installed and set it nicely on top of her small head. She would not dare go out without one feeling as though the flowers protected her from harm and anything else out to get her. She tiptoed over to the small window to be greeted with the moons glory. A small smiled played across her face but soon vanished as she saw a small light shimmer in the dark. He only thoughts shot to the people her father warned her about.

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Name:Noah Steam

Nicknames*: narcissist asshole

Gender: Male

Age:18

Accent*: British

Languages Spoken*: English

Sexuality: Bi

Appearance:
Very tall and well-built male due to working out each day. He has many scars around his body from multiple fights he had gotten in, and tattoos on his back which had stories behind them. His hair is a left over and is a black mess. His eyes are a very dark brown which turns more like black when angry or frustrated. His clothes consist of a loose t shit with holes and black pants or joggers.

Personality:
The biggest fucking asshole you will ever meet. No, he's not mean but he's very cold and never shows what he's feeling, he had never been in a real relationship but he had been on multiple blind dates that his friends set up without him knowing. He rarely ever shows any emotions but he is willing to help people who really need it.

Likes*: Running, his dog Bailey

Dislikes*: People, talking, feeling things.

Strengths [First will be the special skill for survival]:
Fighting (he worked out every day.
swimming
smarts

Weaknesses: Guns....

Bad Habits*:Punching things when hes mad.

Fears:
-Athazagoraphobia (Being forgotten)
-Never finding love
-Agoraphobia (Being helpless)

Theme Song*: Teenagers


History*:
Noah grew up in an upper-class home. He grew up with 5 other brothers who were extremely successful in life and grew up to be wealthy like his parents, him, on the other hand, grew to be an outsider but got money from his parents who pitied him.

At age 3 he noticed that his older brothers were all getting the grade A which made his mother extremely proud. He would play games with his brothers which normally were rough due to their male natures. He was normally taken down as quick as he could stand by them. Being the youngest was his favorite thing because he had never gotten in trouble. His mother was his best friend and would always make him sweets while his brothers were off at school.

At the age of 5, he was getting ready for his first day of school, he was extremely excited to go and get the grade A, like the rest of his brothers. The day rolled around and he got in the car and drove to the preschool. When he arrived he hugged his mom and ran into the small building. During playtime, he had gotten in a fight with another little boy who had stolen his candy. The little boy left with his mother after Noah had landed a powerful punch on his nose, a move his brothers used on each other a lot when one of them took something of the others. He was sent home to and had to wait a week before going back.

At the age of 12, he was the school bad boy, the guy most girls wanted but were too scared to get close to. Though he promised himself never to hurt a girl he was tempted a lot. Because of his wealthy parents, the school never expelled him, the worst he got was a month off of school because he broke a boys arm in a fight. He had asked his mom to buy him a boxing bag, she agreed thinking it would stop his violent tendencies but they only grew stronger.

At the age of 16, he had caused 3 people to be paralyzed but only from the waist down, had been in juvie 5 times, had 9 tattoos and had made friends with the wrong people. His best friends name was James and they did everything together. James was in the working class and usually stole the food he ate which Noah always helping with. James probably had over 10 kids because he was a major man whore but he never left a trace scared hed have to pay child support. One day when they were hanging out Noah felt extreme pain in his back, he didnt wants James to see him as a weak person so he told him he needed to go deal with something. He arrived at his house and the pain was worse than ever. He stumbled into his rooms as he felt his His breath was short and sweat beads streamed down his face, he passed out and didnt wake up for about 2 weeks

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Name: Simon Thomas Wood

Nicknames*: Si, Thomas, Tom, Wood, S.T.

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Accent*: Southern Accent

Languages Spoken*: English but knows some Spanish, he's not very good though.

Sexuality: Bisexual (Male Leaning)

Appearance: Simon stands at a height of 6 foot 3. He has brown hair and green eyes. He has a very lean and has a strong build. His legs and arms are really long. He has a tattoo of a serpent on his shoulder arm. He wears blue glasses that make him seem like a nerd at times. His hairstyle is a ducktail. Look it up.

Personality: Simon is sarcastic yet kind. He loves talking to others and meeting new people. He can be incredibly awkward but also charming. Simon is very out there and loves making jokes even if it's not the right time. He is incredibly loyal but will do what he thinks is right. He is strong minded and logical. He has a sharp mind. He is protective of the ones he cares about. Overall he is a very bubbly and dorky person. Just don't get on the wrong side of him. He knows how to get payback. He can be a big softie sometimes. He's kind because he doesn't want people to know the pain he feels inside and how he is suffering.

Likes*: Gardening, talking, singing and writing music, books, running, snakes.

Dislikes*: Loud noises, storms, overly hot weather, bugs (mostly spiders and mosquitos), fighting.

Strengths [First will be the special skill for survival]: Fast runner, has street smarts, intelligent(book smart), strong build, tall

Weaknesses: He is suffering inside, he is very clumsy, when scared he freezes up, can be really noisy

Bad Habits*: Can't sit or stand still, hums to self a lot,

Fears: Spiders, Knives, Letting People Down, and Failure

Theme Song*: I Lived, by One Republic

History*: Born and raised in Texas. Simon's father left when he reached the age of seven. His mother became a different woman. She was abusive and wished he and his brother were never born. His mother blamed them for what happened with their father. She was just taking all her anger out on them. Once Simon reached the age of 18, once he graduated high school, he left almost right away to the state of Colorado. He went to college where he joined a reading class. He met Isabella Evergreen a girl he soon became best friends with. He still keeps in contact with his brother. They had become very close because of their mother.

RP Example: (This is when he was 16) Simon sat on the rock staring out across the lake. It seemed so peaceful. Everything was so... peaceful. He gave a soft sigh closing his eyes. He wished it could be like this all the time. He didn't want this moment to end. But all good things must come to an end as his brother would tell him. Simon stood up and started to make his way back home. As he closed the door he heard his mother walking down the stairs.
"Where have you been?" She looked at him the same cold glare she always held.
"I went out to the lake. I told you I was leaving." He replied sharply. His mother walked over her expression somehow turning colder. Right then and there he knew he had made a mistake. Smack. It happened so fast he hadn't even seen it coming. He rubbed his cheek feeling the tears in his eyes threatening to spill. But he held them back.
"You talk to me like that one more time boy. See what happens. And trust me, it will be a lot worse than a slap." She stormed away and Simon ran to his room. He curled on the floor feeling the tears roll down his cheeks. He gave a sob. He hated his life.

Other: He absolutely loves music. His best friend is Isabella Evergreen. He has an older brother who is 26.

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Name: Isabella Minnie Evergreen

Nicknames*: Bella, Isa, Izzy, Iz, Bell, Minnie(She hates that one), Evergreen, I.E.

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Accent*: American

Languages Spoken*: English and can speak Spanish pretty well

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: Isabella has long dark brown hair. She normally keeps her hair in a ponytail and wears an old white cap which her father gave to her. She is 5'3ft. She has a very lean build. She is skinny, slender, and slim. Her skin is lightly tanned. Her eyes are dark brown and look almost black. Her eyes brows are also dark brown. She has a long white scar that starts under her right eye and all the way down to her jaw.

Personality: Isabella is known as a lone wolf. On the outside, she appears cold and sometimes even heartless. But on the inside, she is very kind and sweet. She doesn't ever seem to want any friends. But she does, she just doesn't know how to make them. She is very intelligent and keeps a sharp mind. She is quiet and observant and is protective of the ones she loves. She is fierce. She's a warrior of some sorts. She is also very sarcastic. Isabella never really liked art or writing much. But she changed a lot after the death of her father. Writing and drawing were the two things actually keeping her sane. It was her voice. She then started to develop a love for photography. Taking all sorts of beautiful pictures.

Likes*: Books, food, cooking, drawing, writing, photography, being alone or with her friends.

Dislikes*: Bright things, too much talking, bugs flying at her face, fighting with friends, talking about feelings to strangers(basically therapy).

Strengths [First will be the special skill for survival]: She's a good fighter, good with a knife, she is skinny, slender, and slim (I'll let you decide how that's a strength, she's very intelligent.

Weaknesses: She has a lot of self-loathing, not very good with people, gets annoyed easily, a loner, closed off, has anger issues.

Bad Habits*: Bites nails, hair picking, bites lip when nervous, clenches fists when mad.

Fears: Spiders, heights, blood, crowded areas, being touched(Aphenphosmphobia), pins and needles.

--------Theme Song*: (IDK yet)

History*: Isabella was originally from a small town in Colorado, a town called Breckenridge. Her life was good. It was simple. They weren't rich, but they weren't poor either. She had a wonderful mother and father, and a sister she looked up to. But then a terrible accident occurred. She was driving in a car with her father when a drunk driver hit them. Isabella was around 13 at the time. Her father was killed and her mother was heartbroken. They stayed in Colorado but moved to a different house up in Fort Collins. She then went to college studying in writing. She joined a reading class where she met a guy named Simon. They two later became best friends.

RP Example: (This is when she was 18, almost out of highschool) Isabella stood at her locker grabbing her books. Tomas, a jock who wouldn't take no for an answer, leaned on the next locker. His blonde hair was styled in such a stupid way Isabella rolled her eyes. He wore a cocky smirk shooting her a wink. She sent him a glare back.
"So, you want to take up my offer?" He asked still wearing that stupid smirk of his. Isabella slammed her locker shut.
"Leave my alone Tomas." She growled narrowing her eyes. She whipped around doing a little hair flip and started to walk off.
"Just because your dad died doesn't mean you have to be so cold." Isabella stopped and turned around clenching her fists.
"What did you just say?" She growled walking up to him.
"You heard me. Are you as deaf as you are emotional." Before she could even think, and before Tomas could even react, Isabella threw her fist colliding it with Tomas' jaw. He stumbled back his mouth open with shock.
"You don't have or deserve the right to talk about my father. He was a better man than you will ever be." She didn't care if she was yelling. "Screw you, Flemming. Screw you." Isabella whipped around and stormed off not caring about the eyes following her. She just didn't care.

Other: Her best friend is Simon Wood.

(Simon and Isabella were going on a trip (as friends and friends only) just to have some fun and spend time together.)

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Name: Perdita Ivanov

Nickname(s): Peri

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Accent: Light American with a hint of Russian

Languages Spoken: English, Russian, and some Spanish

Sexuality: Heterosexual (Straight)

Appearance: Peri is fair skinned with long, very light blond hair reaching roughly to her waist. She has a rather petite build, though is also noticeably curvy. Her eyes are a soft blue and her cheeks are usually tinted pink, giving some color to her otherwise very pale complexion. She usually wears a white or black T-shirt (preferring white) with a pair of dark blue jeans and a roughed up brown bomber jacket with a pair of grey sneakers.

Personality: Peri usually keeps to herself, and won't bother others unless she herself is bothered. Despite this though, she is actually a very friendly person and is quick to engage a conversation. She is very reserved with her past and her feelings, but other than that she is open with almost everything and loves talking about almost everything. She has a soft spot for animals, and little kids. She isn't boy (or girl) crazy, and she doesn't hesitate to speak her mind, but she usually gets flustered and starts stuttering when someone flirts with her, as it throws her off-guard.

Likes: Candy (She has a rather large sweet tooth), animals, kids, conversation, etc.

Dislikes: Sushi, avocados, peanuts, peanut butter, cashews (Any kind of nut, really), etc.

Strengths: Peri actually took many self-defense classes and can hold her own against man or beast. She is very serious when it comes to fighting. She doesn't enjoy it, but if it needs to be done, she'll do it. She's quick with a blade (Or anything that can cause damage, really), and doesn't hesitate to use weapons when in need. She's also trained in CPR and first aid.

Weaknesses: Peri is, despite her demeanor, is terrified of almost everything. She sometimes hesitates when fighting if her opponent is large or intimidating, causing her to lose the fight.

Bad Habits: Peri will twists her clothes or tie them into a knot when she gets nervous.

Fears: She is scared of things larger than her, and also losing those she loves.

Theme Song: The Knife In My Back - Alec Benjamin

History: Revealed in Rp

RP Example: Nina had been studying Luca for a good while, unbeknownst to him, and was generally pleased. On one hand, he didn't press her with personal questions, and he didn't make a stressful situation more stressful by thinking dark thoughts aloud. Nina looked over as Aster approached, helping a girl along with him. Nina stood up quickly to help him, regretting it when the flash of pain from her leg came, but she quickly brushed it off and pretended it didn't happen. The only thing that might've given her away was the quiet grunt of pain she had made, though only Luca would have heard it had he been listening.

Nina, hobbling over on her stick, smiled kindly at the girl. "Are you alright, Miss?" Nina asked. She couldn't help but feel a bit relieved to see another female face, it made her feel safer somehow. Nina wasn't sure if that was ok to feel, but she would take it anyway. She couldn't help it, she was terrified, though she tried not to show it. She even felt a lot like puking, and the constant pain and ache in her leg wasn't helping matters.

"So is this everyone? Or do you think there are others in there?" Aster asked. Nina turned her head towards the wreckage, but she just looked down at her feet, tears pricking her eyes. She took a shaky breath. "I don't think anyone else made it." She replied, her voice cracking. This seemed to much for her to handle, and she turned and quickly hobbled over to some bushes, where she started retching.

When she was done, she stayed there for a moment, stick clutched tightly in hand, trembling as she composed herself. She wiped her mouth and turned back to the other three with a shaky smile. "Sorry. Don't mind me, Miss." She said apologetically to the girl.

(From this Rp: https://www.lioden.com/topic.php?id=304429345953)

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Name: Argi Jackson Wishington

Nicknames*: Light bug

Gender: Male

Age: 11

Accent*: British (from his father), a bit of a Mexican accent as well (his mother).

Languages Spoken*: Spanish

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: Argi has light brown ragged hair, unkept, and he is short for his age. He has a bit of green in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet, and he doesn't like to talk about anything but horses and other animals. (Mainly horses)

Likes*: Horses, Being Alone, And the Dark.

Dislikes*: Being in an open place, Having Conversations.

Strengths: He is quite quick for his age, and he can squeeze into tight spaces, being small and short. He is quiet and stealthy.

Weaknesses: He will sometimes not look where he's going and trip, fall, or do something worse then that. He isn't very good at fighting because he hates doing it, and he doesn't know how to hunt, whist never wanting to, or learning it.

Bad Habits*: He will slink away when he feels uncomfortable. He will probably go into a small space or somewhere dark. He is very self-conscious of himself, and his hands will fidget when he's nervous.

Fears: Dogs, big men, rivers or large spaces of water, people touching him.

Theme Song*: Youth (Snowfur AMV)

History*: His mother immigrated from Mexico to England, and his father met her there, having passed messages between each other. His mother died from a protest, being caught in the middle of it. After her death his father became mad and angry, plus drunk, so Argi was living in a loud and unsafe place. He used to be loud and cheerful, but being beaten and yelled at by his father he slowly became a quiet kid, always slinking in the dark, bullied at school. He had stole his father's money and bought a plane ticket, hoping to fly to his brother's house, but as you read in this rp's introduction, it had failed.

RP Example: Argi sat on the beach, passing a thick rope from one hand to the other. He then got up, throwing the rope as hard as he could into the ocean. His father yelled furiously from the house, and Argi nervously glanced at it, then ran to a palm tree, ducking under it. He whimpered quietly as his father stomped out of the house, onto the beach. He shone a flashlight around it, trying to find Argi. The flashlight's beam shined into Argi's eyes as his father, Jake, tromped over to him, waving his fist in the air. "Get your useless ass into the house right now! You get to your homework or you'll be too sore to go to school tomorrow!" He yelled. Argi ran to the house, slamming the door behind him as he entered.

Other: Argi has one older brother, Justin, who moved out a few months ago. Argi had begged to go along with him, but Justin refused, as he went to live with his girlfriend in a new house.

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Name: Ashaia Skailah Aradove

Nicknames*: Ash, Shai, Ara, Dove
Gender: Female
Age: 12

Accent*: very Light Australian accent

Languages Spoken*:
English
She does speak sign language occasionally

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: WIP

Personality:

Likes*:

Dislikes*:

Strengths [First will be the special skill for survival]:

Weaknesses:
Bad Habits*:
Fears:
Theme Song*:
History*:
RP Example:
that emotion that others knew as happiness wasn't there.
that emotion that others knew as reminiscence wasn't there. it was empty. Why?
i guess that i don't need that, though.

the people i've known have come and gone throughout my life. no one's ever stayed. there's a song of fear and anger and melancholy that echoes throughout my head, through the empty chambers where my heart used to lay.
vacant and dull eyes stare back at me in my reflection. i've gotten used to it. it's just who i am.

you can get addicted to a certain kind of emotion, Yknow?
i'm tired. i'm tired of treading on eggshells every time someone new joins the pack, or someone new approaches me. it's not the way i've ever wanted to live. trust is an issue. it always has been.
But, Oh, you...You, You. Y O U.

i wish that i could be so much more. but fate has it's twisted ways. fate decided to put up a fight, and give me absolute and utter hell. i cannot escape, there is no way out. i'm soon to become a wandering spirit, someone who can finally be free of this desolate place.

Ire is what i'm known as. Ire is what i've felt. Ire is who i am. I R E is what i've become.

now am i just somebody that you used to know?

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