Balthazar said
Name: Wilbur CloseAge: 17Gender: maleApperance: Personality: Gets the job done, but really just wants to be alone and doesn't give a damn.Ability: riddles, strategy and math, also driving of horses, carts, cars, planes anything that needs guidance. He also has a deep understanding of the way people behaveBio: grew up in a busy household where he needed to hold his own, single dad with mum touring the world. In his teen years dad started a day care so Wilbur was left ignored, swept to the side

Balthazar said
Perhaps we should advertise in advanced and fee and see which gets most action. Otherwise if no one budges in 3 days, I say we make it a one on one with a few characters each

Rusalka said
Name: Harley "Harlz" WhitfieldAge: 17Gender: FemaleApperance: Personality: Harley's a charming southern girl with a big heart, and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty. She can be stubborn as a mule sometimes, and often times she goes with her gut feeling rather than what someone tells her to do. When it comes to stressful situations, Harley's great at holding her own, but sometimes she can become scared and confused, often to the point of panicking.Ability:Since she was a kid, she's had a love for camping and the outdoors, so her survival skills are well off when it comes to either building a shelter or getting a fire started. She's great with horses and has a bit of knowledge with guns, mostly from her dad teaching her how to shoot. Harley was also planning to being a nurse after she got out of school, so she has some medical teaching under her belt, notably the basics of first aid and how to treat a few major wounds.Bio:Before the maze, life was simple for Harley. Born into a family of ranchers, she lived most of her life on a fifty acre horse ranch just a few miles outside Whitesboro, Texas, where she grew up loving to ride horses, go fishing and camping at the stock pond, and go hunting with her dad on their property. She had a close knit group of friends at her school, made straight A's in most of her classes, and was just weeks away from getting her driver's license.....but then....it was all taken away from her in the blaring horn of a semi truck. Everything had gone black, no sounds except for the abrupt and violent slamming of the eighteen wheeler into her dad's pickup....and then...silence. When Harley finally came to, she expected to find herself either in the bed of a hospital, lying on the side of the road in a pool of her own blood.....or worse. What did await her.....was an even greater nightmare.......