Zoey perfectly fits the "punk girl" mold. She died her hair, has plenty of tattoos, and just has that attitude that just reeks rebellion. Older folks are quick to judge a book by the cover and immediately classify her as a problem-child just off her looks alone. Other youths are more receptive to her. Zoey carries herself with an air of confidence, but rather than just being a screaming wreck as people assume her, she is actually fairly chill and laid back. Taking slow and steady steps with her hands in her pocket, a cigarette hanging from her lips, and generally relaxed demeanor. Though, that demeanor can switch at the blink of an eye when things get a little out of control. She can either become screaming rage, or scared as a deer.

Though, she's also a little rough, that might just be because she's a bit of a tomboy. Zoey grew up around boys, and appears to be a little rugged, slightly masculine. It shows a lot in her attitude and demeanor. She smokes, she’s loud, and she drinks. She tends to attract attention with her tom-boyish streak. Her voice is a little rough from cigarette smoking, and she has a few scars and old wounds from previous injuries.

Now, onto her appearance, Zoey is pretty pronounced due to a mixture of her hair, and her height. Her hair is dyed a cyan-blue color, and it’s kept in a rounded bowl-cut. She usually keeps her hair underneath her beanie, where it’s somehow more noticeable. Zoey’s hair is a straight texture that is kept clean - but is a bit damaged from all the hair-dye, and a few mess-ups. The other thing that makes Zoey stand-out is her height. People like to call her a God damn Amazon because she’s five-ten, two inches short of six feet tall. Because of her height, people loved to shaft her into sports teams. It wasn’t anything that she enjoyed, but it kept her in shape.

She’s bony as hell, being skinny and without any sizable amount of body fat or muscle. She has like a thin layer of muscle if you squint, but there isn’t much there. A lot of her exercise comes from hauling ass from people she pissed off, because she spends plenty of time lounging around. She certainly does have a little sex appeal. Her bust is a 34C, and her hips are slightly prominent. She doesn't pack a lot in the ass area, though. Her body is a rough-square build rather than the famed hour-glass build.

Zoey is mixed-race, actually. While she looks fully Caucasian, she is Scottish, French, and half-Brazilian. She is more directly descended from the Portuguese settlers, but she has a bit of African through her veins. Her skin is a little pale because she spends a little bit of time indoors. It can't be clear, because Zoey has a few tattoos, and various scars.

While she may look like a punk, Zoey is more of a free-spirit than anything. She would rather goof off than study. She likes to see herself as fun personified, as she always loves to light up a situation. Normally, Zoey is pretty relaxed, and somewhat brooding, until she gets around her friends and turns into a total goofball. While good grades don't drive Zoey, there are plenty of other things that will ignite the fire of determination in her. Give her a goal, and you bet your ass that she'll see it through to the end. That is her dreamer, determinator lifestyle, and there ain't anyone that can convince her otherwise. It's childish, but it's what helps Zoey get up in the morning. Though, I have to say that she is stubborn as hell, it's impossible to convince her to stop - especially when she's driven. Zoey is snarky, quip-witted, and loves to talk to people and explore new things. Zoey is willing to try, well, anything. She is willing to try the same gender as much as the opposite, just because she loves to explore and find new things about herself.

Zoey was born as the oldest child of a pair of girls. The daughter of two illustrious scientists. A native of Organs Zoey grew up in a small towns watching TV shows and movies... and always wanting a little bit more. Zoey felt like home doesn't have what she wants, or needs, and never will. Which is why Zoey always aimed to leave, but was always swatted down. Once she was of age she turned into a sports-playing tomboy the moment she reached sports maturity.

She was raised following dreams, and had a love of different brands of music. Zoey played around with instruments, but they weren't her thing (they hurt the shit out of her fingers). But, she was drawn to electronic music... and eventually, she figured out how to make music, and it became her obsession. Her grades plummeted as she aspired to become a techno artist. She dropped a few hot LPs on Soundcloud, but barely gathered an online audience. However, she finds her true audience by preforming at parties.

Once Zoey matured, her father wasn't very receptive of Zoey slacking. She graduated highschool by the skin of her teeth, but she was kicked out of her house when she refused to get a job. Zoey had to stay with a friend... and get a job. She got a job as a barista at the local Cafe, but she still indulges in her childhood fantasies, and parties a lot.

Making techno music (Zoey preforms as a DJ at parties).
Partying.
Plays for her school's basketball team.
Spray-painting.
Drawing.

A Laptop (With all of her badass music)
A Blue iPod Touch.
A Sketchpad.
A Basketball.
A Carton of Cigarettes.
Cellphone.
Many changes of clothes.

Francis sure as hell isn't the most intimidating man in the world. While he would be more scary if he wasn't so short that women stand equally to him, he mostly presents himself as a friendly person. He's always smiling, and seemingly always has a good mood. He has a friendly aura that disarms all but the most hardy of people. He carries himself with such a carefree attitude that it's impossible to feel intimidated by the man (Unless you're really racist). Francis takes short choppy steps whenever he moves, and usually keeps his hands deep inside of his pockets. His speech is quick, and usually has a playful, child-like feel to it, and he speaks with a thick foreign accent. Sometimes it's hard to understand him because of his speed, and accent.

As stated before, Francis isn't very tall. He's about one inch above the female average, and that is because of rather unfortunate genes. Where Francis is short, he makes up for it in build. He has the build of a runner, because that was one of his activities in highschool. He also makes an effort to bulk up in his spare time by hitting the gym, and jogging. Picking up free running is what helps. His legs are easily the most well-toned part of his body, having the calfs of a basketball player, and some really bulky thighs. His arms aren't as muscular, but you can tell he's been lifting. He doesn't have washboard abs, but he has been doing sit-ups. He looks like the type that can run like the literal wind.

Francis is a proud Haitian by blood. Born in raised in the country, Francis' skin is a very dark color from being out in the sun for most of his life. His features are pretty consistent with those descendant from African. Not even taking account his skin-color, his facial features, and hair texture, are pretty in line for African people. Speaking of his hair, he keeps it in thick, bushy dreadlocks.

Eh, I'll write this later. Francis is your run of the mill nice guy.

Francis was a boy born in Haiti in the summer of 97'. He was born to one of the few families of the poor country that could e considered "middle class." Being people who worked in the tourism sector, they had enough money to put food on the table for each and every one of Francis' older brothers and sisters (His siblings being Claudette, Edward, and Jean). Francis took an interest in playing soccer with the older kids growing up, but he was never old enough to play with them. So, he merely practiced all on his own.

Though, life for Francis changed during the eventful month of January 2010... the month where the Haiti earthquake took place. After the Haiti Earthquake blew over... there wasn't much for the Jean-Pierre family to do because their house and jobs were all destroyed in the earthquake. They were fortune enough to have enough money and time to migrate to America. It was a culture shock, to say the least, because Francis' only experiences with Americans were the tourists. They arrived in Philadelphia. Before long they opened up a Caribbean-style restaurant called "Jean-Pierre Seafood!"

Since he was around highschool age when this happened, Francis was enrolled into his local High School. While his grades were nothing special, his athletic ability was what got him a name. He first joined the
school's basketball team, and eventually made a name for himself on the tracks. His seemingly endless supply of energy is what turned him into a blur on the field. And on the side, Francis picked up parkour.

After graduating school, Francis went to work at his parents restaurant to save up money for college.

Soccer
Basketball
Running/Parkour
Cooking
Multilingual

A phone.
Athletic gear.
His lucky soccer ball (He doesn't leave home without it).
A Camera (Gotta take pictures of all the sights).

Jasmine is a very pronounced teenager in terms of appearance. It's because of her pronounced looks because of her Ethiopian heritage. She just has that distinct Ethiopian facial shape. That means that Jasmine here is African-American to her very bone. Afro-textured hair, brown-skin, thick lips, and of course the African facial-shape. She has a slightly nerdy vibe about her because she is utterly blind without her glasses, and hates the fact that she has to wear them. However, the girl is much more in line with urban girls. It's the way she dresses and acts, after all. Jasmine has the aura of a model, mostly because she loves to pose, and take pictures of herself. She's a girl that loves to be in tip-top shape, instead of being a slob. Because of this, the girl's body is pretty well-toned from exercise and the biz. She has the build of a runner because she's a track runner in school. The rest of her body is well-toned because of yoga-stretches, and body building.

All of this means that Jasmine is a tad muscular. Almost like she is aiming to become a model. She does have a bit of body-fat, and all it does is make the girl curvier. I'll go into that later. The girl isn't painfully tall at five-three, but her build more than makes up for it. She has a pear body-shape, instead of the famed hour-glass - but she makes it work. With her lower body being the wider part of Jasmine, her breasts aren't anything to write home about at 34B, but her hips and behind are wide. Her perfectly round behind is the butt of many jokes.

Jasmine walks with a swagger in her step, and sways her hips left and right. She definitely gives off the aura of a vain female with all the looks she gives people that tells them she's the queen bee. Though, she certainly has a playful side. It shows when she smiles - and that's only when she's around the people she trusts very much.

A tad abrasive. Jasmine is a girl that is very vain and haughty about her talents, and appreciates all the love and admiration for being Greenbriar's finest child. She has a lot of confidence in herself, and the skills to back it up, of course. She's normally laid back until someone sets off that flaming temper of hers, then she turns into a screaming maniac that is blunt as hell. Like, she'll give people the most savage verbal beatdowns on the planet. Jasmine is blunt in general, but honestly, she mostly reserves that for the people who annoy her the most. She speaks in a casual and friendly manner, and uses the lingo and slang you'd expect a eighteen year old to use. Not overly energetic, but she puts enough passion into her interactions that leaves a good first impression. Usually putting on a confident smirk. Certainly playful and confident with other people, and tends to spout jokes, and the sorts. Jasmine is so confident in herself that, when she makes a mistake, she owns up to it, and takes full responsibility for it. Most importantly, looking down on people who don't.

Jasmine was born in Philadelphia as the only daughter of two upper-middle class parents. Jasmine, due to her upbringing, had a headstart to pick her hobbies. She was always a ball of energy... like, she was a limitless supply of it. Which caused her to act out without any real outlet. It would be years before anyone would even think of putting Jasmine in a sport. She was made to join her school's basketball team, and became the team's star player in no time. With nothing but talent alone, she demolished the other schools with ease, and became a legend in Philadelphia in no time. Earning her a spot with the popular kids. She also joined the track team, and a friend of hers taught her how to play soccer. That was the start of her arrogance, since she was so much better than sports than everyone else, doesn't that mean she's a fundamentally better person? Though, Jasmine was an average student, she got by with them average grades. Once school was over, Jasmine spent most of her time practicing for real so she can join the WMBA. She also picked up modeling as something to do to get her more exposure.

Modeling.
Track Running.
Basketball.
Soccer.

Make up.
Athletic gear.
Cellphone.
Camera.
iPod.
Dre Beats.

Much like her older sister, Sabrina is punkish in some ways. However, she's much more classy about it. The only thing you can really say is punk about Sabrina is her lime-green (with streaks of yellow) colored hair. Her hair is pretty well maintained, and is well-groomed. Naturally straight, Sabrina's hair comes down past her shoulders. Her hair isn't particularly styled in any manner other than straight. It just flows from underneath her beanie. Sabrina walks with a strut, swaying her hips with every step. She is the kind of girl that takes large steps, and keeps her hands either on her hips, or in her pockets with every step. Depending on who she wants to impress. She has a generally casual demeanor as she walks around. She is fairly quiet, and almost mousy.

Sabrina is much more graceful than her sister. Instead of being rough, Sabrina has grace. Which comes at the cost of not being as toned as her sister. Sabrina's build is, instead, much more lithe and slender from merely doing yoga instead of sports, and the sort. She doesn't have any muscles on her, nor any large amounts of body-fat. Which is exactly how Sabrina likes it. Sabrina is also fairly tall at five-ten, and has a fairly thin build. She isn't very fond of being so tall, because she is rarely approached by cute boys whom are intimidated by her height. Her bust size isn't anything special, being 32B. She fears it's because she's so tall that she looks flat. Her behind isn't anything to write home about, either.

Sabrina appears to be Caucasian, but she is actually mixed. Her mother is French and Scottish, when her father is Brazilian. She has Portuguese settlers in her blood, but she is distantly African (Very distantly).

For now, gonna skip this.

Gonna skip this, too.

Piano.
Fencing.
Drawing.

An Epee.
Her iPod.
Her Cellphone.
Her drawing equipment.
A Laptop.

When people first gaze upon Marcelle, this immediately get the idea that she is an aging flower. Which is true, because she is quickly approaching her forties, and she really feels like she's losing her touch. Marcelle is a an aging mother that went through the stress of childbirth only once, but it was still enough to put stress on her body (and her mind) to the point where she looks a little older, and less pretty than she'd hope. Still, she has enough flair to draw in some people. She's a woman that walks with an aura of cold confidence about her. She can be inviting, but if she's on the job, don't bother her.

To get started, Marcelle is a Brazilian woman that immigrated from her home country at a very young age. Her facial features are very Spanish, along with a darker skin tone. Marcelle descended from the Portuguese settlers, who miscegenated with the African-Slaves. Though, she has more African in her blood. In addition, her Grandfather was Japanese - so all in all, Marcy is part-African, part-European, and part-Asian. And it'll be impossible for someone to tell from first glance because she is Spanish in the face, and skin. A little Asian in the eyes. Honestly, Marcelle herself isn't quite sure what she is other than Brazilian, and a little Japanese.

Now, Marcelle's skin has plenty of stretch marks from the wonders of childbirth, and most importantly, a C-Section scar on her stomach. She hides it underneath her pants. She also has a few scars on her hands from injuring her fingers while cooking. The rest of her skin is a brown color. The woman has a thin build, but has a bit of a gut hidden underneath her shirt from not quite working off her baby-fat. Along with having slightly chubby limbs, she isn't as thin as she'd like to be. Though, she can never say she isn't curvy, having a 36C bust size, and very wide hips.

Laterz.

Again, later.

Surgery.
Really good at treating wounds.
A good runner.

A First-Aid kit she snuck on the boat.
A Laptop.
A Cellphone.
A Change of Clothes.

Aunt of Zoey and Sabrina Gray.

Greg is Caucasian, stands at approximately six feet tall, and weighs around 260 lbs. He has pale green eyes, dull brown hair that’s kept short, and a very full, very rough beard. He has a somewhat portly figure, though not so much in the unhealthy range. He wears glasses at all times, and often dresses in derogatory hipster wear, though he doesn’t consider himself one (despite much evidence saying otherwise).

Greg displays a varying level of enthusiasm in just about everything he does. He is confident in the aura of cheerfulness and subtle bombast he (hopes he) projects towards others, and he goes out of his way to make it up to anyone he happens to offend in any manner. He’s a bit of a neat freak, but it only shows itself in very arbitrary situations, and he isn’t at all unreasonable about it. He is constantly in the mood to try something new, create, and all in all just using his time productively (by his definition).

Gregory is pretty average in most respects. His parents were more standard than he ever was - dad was an online business tutor, and mom was a nurse. As a child, he displayed an affinity for crude drawings that slowly improved over time, and he labeled himself a class clown on several occasions. When he grew past that, he took everything more into check and clear, and as he went through high school, he made plenty of works and friends alike. He faced little in the way of ridicule and never any physical threats from others. College was more of the same, though by then his grades in subjects such as math and science began to fall, which he made little worry of. After he managed to scrape by with what he could, he settled in an apartment close to home, made a decent living as a gas station clerk instead of anything creative (he claims it’ll happen someday much later), and he receives monetary supplements from his parents from time to time. To say the least, things have worked out for him so far.

Greg fancies himself an artist and a writer, though he goes about each in often peculiar ways. He prefers to work in abstract shapes and cryptic speeches, but most of the time it’s just him making something up on the spot, and he never spends more than a day on one piece of work in particular. He knows nothing in the way of combat, but in the few incidents he’s had a tussle with friends, he’s been told he can throw a decent punch, if a little sloppily in form.

All Greg’s brought with him onboard are his phone, wallet, money, ID, laptop, spare clothes, and a kit filled with sketchbooks and drawing utensils in case he decides to use them.

Greg frequents an obscure little roleplaying website that he considers “a congregation of some of this generation’s finest minds”.

Willy is a lanky, blond person. His face people say is incredibly pre-pubescent. His eyes are brown and slightly glazed over, giving the impression that he's a complete idiot. He's also an open book. His face changes wildly with whatever he's feeling or thinking about, which is the primary reason he doesn't play poker. His fingers, even when unoccupied, are always twitching, as if he's still solving some puzzle.

Willy is incredibly expressive. If a normal person is slightly annoyed, he is boiling. If they're mildly pleased, he acts as if he received a fighter jet for christmas. He often misses the big picture in favor of one tiny detail, which never turns out to be very important. He thinks himself a philosopher, and is always eager to please.

His life has been rather normal, complete with doting but rather clueless parents and one annoying little sister. Nothing was rather particular in his life. He went to college, which he fondly remembers as the best time of his life. He took up his forensic and chemistry classes with gusto. Eventually he graduated, and decided the best thing to do was attempt a living in the sciences, so he returned to his alma mater (which wasn't that famous to begin with) and took up a job as an assistant to his old professor in chemistry, where he still is today.

His constant fanboying over Sherlock Holmes made him take a few classes in forensics. He cannot instantly solve the case in seconds like his hero, but give him a couple of hours on a crime scene and he'd be able to from a couple of sloppy conclusions. He can also solve a rubik's cube in under 3 minutes, a skill he likes to brag about to everyone who'd care to listen. He also spends a little too much time reading encyclopedias, and would randomly recall some useless factoid.

A rubik's cube and a slinky. Also clothes and a phone.

Nope

Tilde has light blonde hair and pale blue eyes, she has natural beauty and shows it off indiscriminately. She stands at 5’9” and weighs only 110 pounds, she has an upturned nose, thin lips, and a rounded jawline. She is extremely skinny an almost unhealthy weight for a girl her height, but she is proud of her weight and wears small clothing to show it off as much as possible. She has multiple marks on her arms from injecting drugs, but she wears the puncture marks with pride. She always keeps her head high and gives off the looks of being better than everyone else.

Tilde is a snobby party girl, she has never been very quiet and needs to be the top dog in the room at all times. She is extremely blunt and quite rude, but she mainly just wants to have fun in her own sense. She is extremely vain and shallow, caring more about materialistic items than people. She also has a flair for getting thrills, be it random sex, or hard drugs, anything that can give her a rush. She mostly cares about appearance, it trumps over personality for the entirety of people she meets. Though she is an extremely cruel person, she always surrounds herself with people that love her and tell her how nice of a person she is, so she has no idea that she is being mean to anyone, and if anyone says anything she just assumes that they are jealous of her beauty.

The moment that Tilde knew about bars, she started to sneak into them. It was easy once she made connections, people started to recognize the underage girl and let her in the front door. She made a name for herself at a young age as the party girl, she would go to only the best bars and only the parties she knew would be genuinely awesome. Eventually, drinking became old and boring, she needed something new and that was when she started to delve into hard drugs. It started as LSD at a night club and slowly grew into doing cocaine in the girl’s bathroom at a pop concert, but she still was seen as someone everybody else wanted to be or be with.

It was around this time that she decided to use her talent of bar diving and living a luxurious life to make some money for herself. She hired her cousin Minnie to run a social media account for her, so that way once she became popular on media she could run ads and collect revenue from sponsors. So then her life became traveling all around the world to the best bars and clubs and having Minnie take pictures there and create an overview of the night. Soon she became an online sensation and definitely, let the fame go straight to her head. So when Minnie came up to her about doing a shoot on The Azure Sundown one of the largest cruise ships, it was nearly impossible to refuse. Of course, Tilde accepted the invitation and soon the two girls were getting packed to get on the ship.

- Fashion
- Being extremely blunt to strangers
- Getting “messed up”
- Being exceedingly cruel to individuals that don’t fit her standards of appearance
- Extremely sexual

- Her phone
-Two suitcases and a duffle bag full of clothes and makeup
- A small container of shrooms
- A tiny plastic bag of cocaine

Uses Minnie for cheap labor but considers it helping her be social.

Minnie is a short thin girl weighing 108 pounds and standing at 5’3”. She has bleach blonde hair and extremely pale skin, with dim blue eyes. She always wears conservative clothing and clothes that do not bring attention to herself. She has a very adorable face, a childlike beauty that is completely natural, she looks very young for her age and consistently gets carded no matter what bar she is at. Her fashion is starting to change the more she hangs out with her cousin Tilde, but it mostly is staying the same just better brands.

Minnie is an extremely dorky girl, she was raised as a hardcore Christian and still holds a lot of the values that she learned but now has separated from the church. She loves the internet and surfs for days on ends at a time, and the internet nearly became who she was. Once she turned 21 she wanted to change up her life, from being a sheltered lonely Christin girl to a party girl, but she now is just a social, internet obsessed, post-Christian, odd-ball. She has a very quirky vibe to her and she is extremely friendly and kind most of the time.

Minnie’s household was a strictly religious one, she would go to church 3 days a week and study the word of god. She took everything she learned right to the heart and followed everything the preacher said, but once she moved out of her parents’ house at 18 she discovered there is more to life than just being a Christian. She tried to meet new friends at college but everyone treated her oddly because the only topic she really knew about was Jesus, and soon she did not have any friends and relationships had never lasted because she wanted to save herself for marriage and no college guy wanted to date a prude like her. So she would end up sitting at home alone every night, just surfing the internet and making a friend from far away.

Then one day her cousin called her and shared an idea that would help both of them out, Minnie could run Tildes social media accounts and Tilde could bring Minnie out to huge parties and help her become popular. Of course, that is not how it turned out, Minnie was left to take pictures of Tilde and follow her around through the parties and clubs they go to. But Minnie never complained because she was still invited to all of the cool places, and finally, she could return the favor. Some of her online friends sent her information about a cruise called The Azure Sundown and Minnie jumped all over it! She quickly purchased two tickets and told Tilde about it and soon they were on their way.

- Photographer
- Internet jokes
- Quirky cuteness
- Always sees the best in people

- Laptop
- Camera
- Cell phone
- One duffle bag for all of her items

Looks up to Tilde like an idol

perfectly 6 feet tall, in shape though not muscular, he has very few signs of his age with almost no wrinkles and just a few insignificant patches of silver on his hair. He will permanently have either a charismatic smile or a perfect poker face, suitable considering his profession.

A living poker face, he rarely shows any real emotion or thought, just smiling or carrying a perfect impassive face. In truth, life is all about statistics to him. He may seem like he relies too much on stereotypes and such, but in truth he relies on graphs, and the knowledge stereotypes all have good origins. He is quick to approach old guys wearing suits, while quick to skirt away from people with snapbacks and dyed hair, knowing the former are his people while the latter are simply annoying.

A Scotsman who immigrated to America when he was 20, he found his knack for cards in his small town soon expanded into him being an expert gambler in Texas, and then Nevada. Having quietly made several millions, he decided to abandon his quiet apartment and get a least a little bit of the sweet life he earned. I guess I could reveal more in the RP's progression?

Gambling, lying, staying quiet and perfectly calm.

His metal briefcase, containing a laptop, his phone, a poker set, 10,000 dollars, a medical kit (since he is getting older) his documents, handcuffs, flaregun, a bottle of water, a few snackbars, stationery, and a taser. The briefcase will always be cuffed to him, making taking it off difficult.

Aces High?

Mikael's slim figure stands tall at around 6'0" (182 cm). He has short and slick brown hair, always combed to be on point. The sight of his piercing green eyes is assisted by black-framed glasses with thick temples and very thin rims in contrast. As per clothes, he usually prefers black suits and other formal outfits, often complimenting the style with fitting ties and shirts. An affluent businessman from head to toe, he carries himself with pride wherever he goes.

When it comes to high horses, Mikael only rides the highest-esteemed and greatest-pedigreed mounts. In other words, he is incredibly self-important, taking pride and confidence to a level many find obnoxious if not overwhelming. And just like how in the olden days riding the decorated white stallion signified a position at the top, he too believes that he is destined to stand above and lead the rest of the common folk.
Though as much of a natural leader as anyone in his wealth and position, he is not a man of honeyed words and hopeful promises. He is very straightforward, outspoken and unafraid to order people around and tell them exactly how things should be. Those who have the privilege of hearing such ‘advice’ from the man are expected to take it to heart—after all, it is almost certainly the best possible course of action in any given situation.

He rarely displays emotions other than indifference or annoyance, though that is not to say he hides them well or anything like that—he simply does not feel much else when in the presence of other, inferior people.
Most of his words and deeds have ulterior motives and are often part of a greater scheme, the details of which he never bothers sharing with anyone, unless absolutely necessary. All this gives off a very condescending aura about him, which he only considers partly correct. There is no malice, no petty hate behind his words—he just knows better.

Mikael was born and raised to be a worthy heir—not to a kingdom, though something rather similar. The massive conglomerate that was the Whitaker & Frasier Group was the family's fief, led by his ageing father, Chairman Leonard Whitaker. Though the old man could foreseeably still control the corporation for a few years, if anything catastrophic was to happen, Mikael would be ready to step right in. Being an only child as it was almost traditional in the family, he had no equal to grow and eventually rival with: he only knew subordinates and higher-ups. As the years went past—for he was thrown into the business world while still in high school—, the numbers of the former grew steadily, while the latter decreased until as CEO he only answered to his father and treated the rest of the company...appropriately.

The cutthroat corporate world formed him into who he was today, and he had no regrets about that. Rather, he was extremely proud of his intellect and confident that he had the skills necessary to commandeer a world-leading conglomerate. However, even the busiest businessmen could not handle the heat of work—especially when one had to be concerned about not only their own work, but that of thousand others—without a break every now and then. Encouraged by his father who saw potential business opportunities in such a trip, Mikael soon purchased a first-class ticket to The Azure Sundown and its soon to be starting journey.

The arrogant behaviour Mikael regularly displays is not without merits to back it up. He is a very well-read man and possesses a lot of knowledge in all the fields relevant to his work, while maintaining general awareness in the other topics that are relevant for the world. He is also very rarely seen truly angered—though some say he takes ‘annoyed’ to a whole new level—and is able to retain his composure in even intense situations.

His whole being is polarising: while his supreme confidence and forcefulness make many people do his bidding without too many questions, others might find him too controlling and even repulsive. Despite this, he genuinely believes that he is more capable of leadership than any of his peers and and will put his skills to use if the people are willing to let him.

He had brought almost everything needed for the time of travel onboard with himself, not trusting the cruise's crew to be able to provide the same standard of living he was used to. While not residing in his quarters or the ship library, he moves rather light: only carrying some spending cash in one pocket and his smartphone that keeps him in the loop in the other, sometimes also with a leftover book in hand.

Dalton is a tall but thin man standing at an even 6'0. His frame is lithe, but he his body does have wiry muscle. His hair is brown, his eyes are brown, and he has crippling depression. Honestly, what the fuck do you want me to put here? It's iDubbzTV.

Pepper, spice, and a light hint of cancer.

In all reality, Dalton's a smart man. He has a lot of information floating around in his head and he probably knows the entire dictionary. He's witty, and bitingly sarcastic when he wants to be. He can be a bit of a git now and again, but he's really not a bad guy even if he has osteoporosis- honest.

There isn't a whole lot to know about other than that Dalton is on the cruise because he wants to get over his fear of the ocean. That's his whole call to action in this shitty Allenfest. He's saved up for a few months between paying rent and other necessary expenses to purchase himself a ticket.

Rapid fire, weapons grade shitposting
Math and design- he's a recently graduated engineer
He was an eagle scout, but as you can imagine it's been a while since he's had to use most of those skills.

Spare clothing
Toiletries
Laptop and phone
Sunscreen and towels
Sunglasses
The world's rarest pepe

Are you feeling bleachy today, punk?