Name: Oscar Olaf
Accomodation: Deer Mountain Inn
Appearance: Oscar is....average-looking. Bordering closer to ugly than handsome. No laughter lines, but not an angry or grumpy face. Tired and edgy. Bags and lines around the eyes. Dark blue by the way. Skin is...pass-grade. Light acne scarring is apparant, some freckling. Hair is long and tied back. Dirty auburn hair, touch of ginger, specially noticable in the light. Gaunt, little muscle but the few hobbies he has, like hiking for instance, keep away the fat. 6 foot 3 but he has this thing, a hunch of the shoulders, slightly bent over, that makes the height less noticable. You may notice he's actually tall if you're standing right beside him, in a sudden realisation kind of way. Glasses, with one of the little nose bridge thingies gone, the typical dark smudges of glasses-wearers are apparent there, as well as some red inflamation on the spot without the rest-bridge thing. Clean teeth, but crooked, a failed attempt at orthodontistry that went unfixed. No tattoos, no piercings, no rings, no jewellry, none of those things that people look for to remember someone by. Clean-shaven, mostly. He's always had some trouble with the hair under the chin, and in front of the ears. Long fingers with harshly gnawed at nails. They're a little less than a centimetre back from the the end of the fingers themselves.
Personality: Lost frankly. He was decent at maths, so he did maths and now...he honestly wished he had something to escape to. He could handle the maths, it isn't that bad, and there's a way to lose yourself in the calculations that could be described as cathartic, but, when the work is done and he has to look forward to another day's work, it seems so monotonous, like a giant stone monolith he has to chip away at with a tiny ice-pick, at least that's how he visualises it. Another trait he has is, loneliness. He has...pals, chums, people he likes and enjoys being with, but don't really reach the level of friend in his head, which is what he wants, desperately at times. Which makes him feel pathetic at others. So, he's not quiet. In fact, he's quite sociable and active and likable, it's just, when a real great bond could be formed, progress would stop, walls come crashing down and he pushes people away at that point. Just enough to make it seem like he's perfectly happy and content. He likes games, the rules and restrictions, the structure of them. And every now and again, if the button is right in his face, he likes to smash the whole thing apart. Exploit loop-holes, break the boundaries, push the limits of the game to see if they can handle it. So, a slight rebellious streak also. A touch of audacity when he does something just to see people laugh at the disgracefulness of it. He can work well in a team, if he likes the team. Otherwise it's more likely he'll flip them off and do his own thing and to hell with them.
Equipment: Two water bottles, and another full of robinson's orange juice. A 3 pack of toffee crisp. Three apples, two bananas and some peanut-butter sandwiches. A compass, a map of the area, and a phone, with a gps system built into it of course. An ipod. Two pairs of socks. 2 woolen blankets. A torch and a smaller solar-polared torch. A foghorn and a flare-gun, with a spare flare. Sun-glasses. 2 swiss army-knives.
Background: (I don't recquire much detail here. Just where your character is from, as well as important parts of their past that have influenced their phobias and/or dreams.)
Phobias: (List your character's fears and worst nightmares. I want you to explain this in detail. If there is a specific nightmare, that would be great.)
Dreams: (Metaphorical, or literal dream. What does your character dream about at night? You can be as vague as you like, this is more so I can surprise you. Just know that what information you give me will become crucial later on.)
Theme: (For fun)
There's....I dunno. There's something. I'll finish it later.