Finally!!!!!
LacieName: Lacie Smith
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hair Colour: Ash-Blonde
Eye Colour: Grey with some green specks
Appearance:
My looks are deceiving. People always used to think I’m a little angel in school, always serious, quiet, seeming almost shy. I never tried to make them believe that, it just happened naturally – a blonde girl with a cute face – she must be timid and into poetry and horse-riding. Well, I like horse-riding but I hate poetry. It’s a waste of time. Anyway, I was irked by that at first but then I realized it served in my advantage – when I hadn’t studied enough the teachers would still let me pass because obviously my canary bird must have died the night before. Now, my classmates, they were a little more insightful. I suppose it comes with the time spent together. They realized they shouldn’t judge a book by its cover and soon started avoiding or downright bullying me. Anyway, back to how I look.
My hands are almost always busy with something. I love exploring new things or creating such. Because of that my clothes don’t last very long in their pristine un-ripped state and nor does my hair. I try to keep it in a loose bun held together by some sticks like a geisha’s but it more often uncoils than not. That’s why you’ll see me playing around with my hair a lot. And no, I’m not going to make it into a ponytail and that’s that.
Clothes wise, I came here in a long striped shirt and skinny jeans tucked into a pair of high brown military-style boots. I love my shoes and would never give up on them. The whole costume is also still around but so are some other weird creations of rainbow colours and bright Dwyer-style clothes. I wear my shirt when I sleep or want to look presentable but you’ll likely see me in another one that I managed to create here. It resembles a Japanese kimono, with the long sleeves and all – it’s mostly black and makes me look like a ninja and I freaking love it!
Personality:
First thing anyone’s going to tell you about me is that I can be “brutally honest”. That’s not true. I have a perfect sense of tact and am well aware of what I’m saying and why. I can hold back my words and I often do. But at the same time, I often voice my opinions too. This is what gets to people – some truths are harsh and people don’t like hearing them. But what’s better to lose in our circumstances – your pride or your life?
What people might not tell you, or might not even realize, for all I know, is how rational I am. Some might say, too rational. I always try to calculate the safest and most efficient way of doing things – which in our circumstances sadly leads to taking a lot of risks too. I don’t mind that, I like the thrill of reasonable risks, just not big ones that I can’t predict the outcome of. Well, then again, luckily we have Dwyer and Jace and Zaiden who are quite reckless themselves so they’re usually eager to take those. Sometimes a little too eager…
Anyway. Yeah, I care about logic, order, duty, practicality and all that nonsense (it’s biological, I can’t help it but that doesn’t mean I like it either) but I also care a lot about… fun? I suppose you could call it that? I love it when my hands and mind are both busy at the same time, be it through hunting or making shelter or… less practical things like… clothes… Ok, there you have it. I love making clothes, bite me! I just can’t help it, the feeling of creating something unique and then watch it walk around on someone’s shoulders is irreplaceable. Sadly I don’t get to find materials very often here but when I do I know how to utilize them. I used to love dressing up in all kinds of weird clothing, often even male, back in my world. Here I’m restricted but you’ll still see me trying to come up with different kinds of costumes and make people wear them. My ambition at the moment is find enough fabric to complete the dresses I made for the boys. I can’t wait to see them put on those long skirts!
History:
Boring… Do I have to? Come on, it doesn’t really matter now, does it?
Alright, I’ll keep it short. I didn’t like the other world too much and whatever this one is, I think it’s somewhat better. I have friends here, even if they’re all fucked up in their own ways.
How I ended up here is none of your business but I’ll tell you I rather like this place. It has many things we don’t understand but that’s the beauty of it. If anything, it’s easier to understand and handle than the other one where you have to struggle half your life trying to understand what “social expectations” means and how you can meet them. Here all you have to worry about is survival and completing those stupid tasks that are being given to us. It’s much more straight-forward and much more logical.
So since I came here I had to learn quite a few survival tricks with the others – hunting, building camps, gathering stuff from the forest, all those practical skills that make my heart swell with pride and joy. I’m mostly taking care of clothes and camps but I’m also doing alright in learning how to hunt from the guys. They’re naturals at it, unlike me, but I’m getting there. My aim is better than Jace’s, even if my speed and strength aren’t, and that sometimes comes in handy.
Are you already in the group, or will you meet up with them?
I’ve been with the group for longer than I’d like to. I can’t remember how long it’s been but it’s been long enough to shake my belief that we’re ever getting out of here, if you know what I mean. To be honest, though, I’m not really sure if I even want to anymore either.
JaceName: Jace Acker
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: … you’re creeping me out.
Hair Colour: Dark. Huh? Oh, dark brown. Or black, whichever.
Eye Colour: Hazel.
Appearance:
I’m tall and strong but not bulky. My built is slim but don’t let that mislead you – I have enough muscle to take you down and you’d notice that if you saw me with my shirt off. I haven’t specifically trained to get them, though, so they’re not bodybuilder-style but more like those of an athlete. They came with long practice, not with senseless training so they don’t stand out like kitchen-tiles.
Huh, other than that… I wear headbands to stop the sweat from getting in my eyes when I’m on the move. My hair’s grown since I came here so now it fits in a small ponytail that makes me look like some guy from the eighteen hundreds. Lacie says it suits me so I keep it to humor her but I try to keep it groomed the best I can. I also refuse to stop shaving – just because we’re stranded in this world doesn’t mean we have to go completely Robinson Crusoe. The clothes I came in… ok, don’t laugh but they’re formal. A white shirt, trousers, a vest-coat and even a tie. No, I’m not fucking with you, dammit! It’s just that I was on my way to a job-interview when I got here, ok? Obviously, I tried to keep those clothes safe for the first months but now they’re mostly ruined. They still stand but are shabby and torn and Lacie keeps insisting on me wearing them because they made me look like some guy from that anime in a post-apocalyptic setting shit. When she starts going off about that it really irritates me and I just strip them right there, right then. You should see her expression then as she swallows her words and goes red like a tomato.
Anyway, I wear them because I don’t have anything other to wear right now. The shoes are a horrible inconvenience so I leave them behind when we’re hunting and the tie is utilized more like a rope than a formal accessory so it looks like shit. Lacie said she’s working on getting us all new garments but I can’t imagine what she could create with what we have. Probably a furry loincloth made from the hide of one of our dinners. Well, I’ll seriously kill her if that’s the case, but I’ll warn you to avert your gaze before I do, so don’t worry.
Personality:
I’m very competitive. It’s my curse. I’ve always been and always will be and I see nothing wrong in that. Zaiden used to be my Rival, someone I honestly struggled keeping up with. Right until he Fell. That bastard, I’ll never forgive his current state! He’s like a broken marionette still trying to move its limbs despite the missing strings instead of trying to reattach them! He has lost a huge chunk of his confidence and that annoys me to no end. And he doesn’t even want to speak about it either. I thought we were
something akin to friends but he doesn’t--- even thinking about that brings my blood to the boil. I’ve always had an explosive temper and his attitude only ever worsens it. I often try to ask him of what happened but so far it’s been an useless waste of breath. I’ve tried everything, from pleading him to pressuring him into telling me. I’ve even tried to beat it out of him on a few occasions. Unfortunately despite his state of mind he hasn’t lost his skills and a fistfight doesn’t always end well for me.
If I have sympathy for him? No. None. He’s let the lab-people, those stupid bastards, break him. And it’s as much his fault as it is theirs. Lacie says I have anger issues and aggression-issues. I don’t care what she says, it doesn’t change my feelings. Besides, wouldn’t you, if you were trapped in a pocked dimension against your own fucking will?
Whatever. Enough about that. Let’s talk about my good side, because, yes, I have that too, surprise, surprise. In fact it’s the first thing that the people here noticed when we first met… I think. Probably, after my tantrum over having lost that fight. I have a high moral sense and I’m a good team-worker. Sure, I try to outmatch my teammates, but hey, we get the job done and we do it well. Me and Zaiden used to be quite the team. We could take down a wolf, just the two of us, not to mention those lab-people if we ever got to them. But… that past is just another thing making it hard to forgive him.
Oh, good sides… Well, yeah, I mean, I’m not always at people’s throats. I wouldn’t lash out on a good day and I enjoy good days a lot. I enjoy being around people, in fact when I came here I was quite excited about meeting all the others and taking up my role as a piece of our gear. It’s just that Zaiden’s current personality is a constant reminder now of the threat we’re under. I used to consider all this a game before he changed. Now I don’t want to see it happen to anyone else and I’ll do whatever I have to, to bring the old Zaiden back. Even if I have to reshape his skull for that.
History:
I used to be in a gang. Does that tell you enough? Well it should, if you’ve seen any of those documentaries on Discovery. But we weren’t criminals, it was a small gang in a big city. We didn’t deal or even use drugs (to my knowledge), we just always loved a good fistfight. No weapons, when we could help it. You might ask why not just do some martial arts if we were so into fighting? Well because of their stupid philosophy of “never attack first, treat your rival with respect” and all that shit. Never seemed reasonable to me. When you fight all that matters is who wins – it’s not something I do with consideration of some moral stances I have to battle over. No, it’s just to get your muscles and joints moving and your adrenalin pumping. There’s no right or wrong way to lead a fight, as long as you’re not attacking unprepared people. And there are plenty of people causing trouble out there that deserve a good beating.
So yeah, I used to care a lot about my friends and all that, right before they started going too far themselves. They stated dealing and that’s when I was out. Almost. I wanted to get THEM out first. So we got into a fight and… and maybe that’s how I got here. Maybe I overestimated myself and being here is my little form of punishment. Or maybe it’s just a bootcamp to make me stronger. Whatever it is, I don’t dislike the challenge and I’m sure than one day I’ll come out of this victorious. And then I’ll hunt those bastards down and beat the shit out of their hollow heads until they beg me to stop and promise to never touch that white crap ever again!
Are you already in the group, or will you meet up with them?
I’ve been with them for a long time now. Months, maybe years. But even if they’re like another family to me, I can’t feel entirely happy until we’re out. We’re all little white mice trapped in this illusion for the amusement of those sock bastards in the lab and I can’t forgive that. Once I get out I’ll bend their faces inwards, no matter how great their cause and what their reasons to keep us here might be.
Loosely appropriate pictures:
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