Name: Marcus Chen
Age (Prior): 22
Appearance (Former): Standing at a good 5'11", Marcus' height stands out due to his relatively wiry frame (weighing in at only 140 pounds!) due to a lack of activity during his lifetime. His black fair, often left uncombed and unruly, is kept at medium length due to semi-regular maintenance. The bangs on his forehead, too, are kept trimmed just enough to keep them from getting in his dark brown eyes. Through his years of college, Marcus has also acquired a light tan, which is strange, considering how one would have expected four years in California to have done more than just that.
Appearance (Current): Surprisingly enough, he looks exactly the same as he did back on Earth.
Race: Human
Personality: Dedicated and hardworking for all the wrong reasons, Marcus often becomes motivated in order to one-up people; in that regard, he's a very petty person who is willing to give it his all just to prove someone else wrong. Marcus' controlled upbringing has also left him with a need for constant action, be it roaming about aimlessly, reading a book, or even just simple talking. Though his initial actions may make him seem standoffish and, at times, quite confrontational, Marcus is actually a lot more logical and calm than his facade leads others to believe him to be, and, as such, will back down whenever he deems it to be necessary. There remains another side to Marcus, though, that he has since buried under all of his memories: a person who dreamed of what could be, who knew how to truly laugh and smile.
Skills: As stated prior, Marcus has determination and stubbornness rivaling those of a bull when he commits to something; instead of simply venting his frustration, he instead channels it to increase his own productivity. Marcus is also quite proficient at memorizing things, be they lines from a play, names of famous war heroes, or even random trivia. The more noteworthy events he has committed to memory; most of the rest, though, have been forgotten. Due to his upbringing, Marcus has also gained a penchant for haggling and bargaining, which may or may not be a good thing. His experience in acting has given him plenty of experience faking emotions and given him plenty of opportunities to tell half-truths and lies as well, but his own moral standards usually cause him to refrain from lying unless he deems it to be necessary.
History: A first-generation American citizen, Marcus, as most Asian-American citizens have been in the past, was forced to bear the brunt of his parents' dreams and hopes for the future. Being the first son, obviously enough, only served to aggravate the situation even further, especially given how deeply rooted the importance of 'first sons' generally was back in China. Made to attend prep classes at an early age, Marcus found the constant training and preparation for the future to be little more than a hassle; after all, everyone else around him seemed to be able to relax, slack off, and have fun; why couldn't he?
The first decade or so of his life went fairly normally; violin lessons, a private tutor, and everything else his parents could think of were piled on, one on top of the other, as if to carefully trim him to look acceptable for the rest of the world. His only escape, reading, was what kept him going. Stories of both the infinite future and the mysterious past kept him enthralled in the little place he called home, though he himself knew that those were simply dreams that would never come true. The years passed him by, never once yearning to give him a break. This was the path that his life had set him up for, it seemed.
Marcus' teen years, however, gave him a glimpse of the freedom he so greatly desired. Though middle school had remained as ironbound as his elementary school years had been, his entry into high school gave him opportunities left and right to break out of that which had held him captive for so long. No longer limited to just books, Marcus joined clubs left and right, eventually finding himself at home in just two: the Acting Club and the Literature Club. Here, he found himself very valuable supports for the future: in the former, a place to explore the minds of others, and in the latter, a place to continue his avid love for books. Granted, they were both forms of escapism, but for him it didn't matter. Here, he could make choices. Here, he could be free.
As the years of Marcus' high school flew by, he also found one more interesting thing about himself: he had a knack for memorization, which, in turn, made him quite proficient in the STEM courses of the school. His parents were thrilled, of course; their son actually had a legitimate chance to make it big as a doctor!
But he didn't want that sort of life, of course. He didn't want to be constrained by the constant patients, having to remember all those obscure drugs and treatments and whatnot. He had had more than enough of that lifestyle; here, he would take his stand. As his final year of his high school career came to a close, he had made his choice: a college across the country, all the way in California. Though his goodbyes seemed to be heartfelt and teary, in truth, they were nothing more than crocodile tears and rehearsed sorrow. Finally, a complete escape from these chains that seemed to be binding him!
At college, Marcus... Well, he didn't quite 'let loose'; he had enough common sense to stand by his parents' and teachers' warnings about living on his own. His rebellion was a bit more subtle, though; rather than taking medical science as his parents had expected, Marcus went in pursuit of a career of anthropology and archaeology. Here, he believed, he could immerse himself enough in the past to not have to worry about the future. Learning history, too, had been like traveling through the pages of a novel, so he was more than pleased with his choice. His parents... Not so much.
Marcus' parents were disappointed in him, to say the least, but Marcus didn't mind as he whiled away his years at college with this course of action in mind. He was finally free to carve his own path in life, and, though bound by the constructs of society, he had found what he felt was a worthy path to pursue for years to come. If he was going to regret something in the future, so be it. He would have time for self-pity later.
Other: Only watched cooking shows on TV. Reality TV, cartoons, and all that other stuff didn't really interest him. At all.

Name: Adam Taylor
Age (Prior): 21
Appearance (Former): Wild. With messy black hair, an expressive face, and impressive stature, that was often a word people would use to describe Adam. He was a fair bit taller than average at 6’3 and had a well conditioned build, although he generally hides it under long sleeves and baggy clothes; no need to make other people feel inadequate after all.
Appearance (Current): Tall… Seems like he gained a few inches upon being dropped into this world along with a few other changes. His eyes are a slightly lighter shade of brown now, and red tribal markings decorate most of his skin. His build is a bit thinner, though that might just because of the change in height, but still muscular.
Race: Human? Maybe?

Personality: Driven, but not outgoing. He’s got willpower and drive, no doubt, but they aren’t his default state of mind. On the contrary, unless the right stimulus is present, Adam isn’t too energetic and easily bored. He’s also not too open to others in the day to day goings of his life, so he feels distant to most people.

Controlled thrill seeker. He jumps at the vibrant opportunities in life, and tries his best to see them through, even if they end up being unpleasant. He was never someone just to abandon something that’s hard. Unafraid to test his limits, he enjoys pushing himself and going all out.

Selfish, but compromising. It might seem odd to people who know his past, but Adam is frankly not someone who goes out of his way to help strangers. If he knows someone well they can rely on him, but they’re the exceptions to the norm. He’ll try to benefit himself, but won’t go far as to hurt others in the process. He isn’t a saint, nor is he a demon; just someone trying to make things work for himself.

Skills: Surprisingly, Adam was a fairly good housekeeper. With his parents out of the house almost all day, all week to make ends meet, as the eldest he had to pick up the slack. It’s been a good five or so years since he’s done a lot of that stuff though, so he’s a bit out of practice.

A combination of how to brawl and run away when the odds were against him. A couple of empty hand control courses taught him finer points on the subject in the recent years. Meanwhile, the urban sprawl he called home made for a damn good place to run. He took and still takes good advantage of it now that he’s moved back. Hopping fences, jumping roofs, sliding down poles, the whole works. Even now, whenever he has time and nothing to do, Adam doesn’t mind heading out and just going at it.

Taking care of things at the house and looking after himself on the street taught Adam to constantly be vigilant. Whether it was a prank of his younger siblings, or some people looking to pay him back, they helped him learn quick. Enlisting has only helped to hone this skill of his.

Former infantry. Not quite marksman, but definitely handy with a variety of small arms. Has a bit of knowledge/skill when it comes to first aid, navigation, tactics, and leadership. Well-conditioned, both physically and mentally.
History: Born to a working class family, Adam was the eldest child of three. His parents were recent immigrants to the States, and both of them took up jobs to support the family's new life. Beyond the occasional conversation in Vietnamese or the rare meals his mother would be home to cook, there wasn't much to remind Adam that his parents came from a different country. Perhaps they wanted him to grow up an American and embrace its culture?

Growing up Adam spent a good portion of his time taking care of his siblings when their parents were at work. While they managed to hire a nanny while the two were still toddlers, the job of looking over them was foisted onto his shoulders after they began to attend kindergartner. Never really minded it because family’s important and what not, though he did get into his own fair share of troubles.

Between the fact that his family wasn't the best financially and his foreign appearance, there was enough for bullies around him to pick on. He dealt with those bullies the first time around with a few scraps that drew the lines. When he began to disappear after class to pick up his younger siblings rather than doing any "boy" activities, it wasn't exactly a surprise to him that some people got the "smart" idea. Course he was even less inclined to put up with shit that might have involved his younger siblings, and he made that readily apparent. Sometimes they deserved the smack on the head he gave them, but damn would he let someone hurt them. In the end while most of his schoolmates avoided him, Adam was at least able to attend school without too many problems.

Plans for after high school got derailed when his mother died though, and Adam decided to enlist instead of continue onto higher education to help out with monetary issues. Just barely old enough and with the minimum amount of education required, Adam nonetheless didn't have any trouble in making the cut. He was by no means a genius in school, so it wasn't like college had been a for sure path anyways; not to mention, the family's finance would have been strained to send him alone.

His father and younger siblings didn't really like his decision, but at least the one that mattered accepted it. With his best wishes Adam left to walk a far away path from the ones he loved for quite some time. Basic training was so-so, harsh as expected but nothing that was unbearable. Following that, he was assigned to a base on the other side of the country from his family. Surprisingly, with all that had happened, Adam never received an order to deploy and spent the entirety of his contract serving within the country.

Five years later and with his original contract at an end, Adam declined an extension and released. While he didn’t mind a career in the military, it had also never been his intention to stay with it until retirement. He was taking the year off, time for himself and the family, but shit happens. Just generally doesn’t involve being pulled into another world.

Other: Well, the changes to his appearance aren’t only superficial, but Adam’s got no idea and it’ll be a while before the effects actually manifest themselves. When they do it’ll be quite noticeable though, given the markings will begin to glow.