OOC Name: Fuji
Character's Full Name:
Nicknames: Ann, Netty, Nerd-brain

Appearance:

Short, half-neck length layered brown hair. Dry and straw-like from terrifying past dyeing experiences. Contains shades of reddish brown. Hazel eyes, at least, she swears so. A small mouse like face with pouty lips and a fine nose, her body is lanky and yet not too feeble. Long arms, small wrists, short in height. Normally wearing actually cute clothes, yet on the day of the crash, was wearing a graphic Minecraft T-Shirt and black yoga pants. Plus sneakers. Totes around her thin silver rectangular glasses, cause she's near sighted. Has them on a chain cause she forgets everything that has ever come into existence. Usually wears some makeup, but in the Island she cannot. So her freckles start showing against her pale skin. Which is sure to change, since the sun is EVIL.

Personality:

Could talk for hours. She so sucked up into her own fictional world she can scarcely breathe! Loves nerding out to people and making up explanations for things that happen. Has a passionate hatred for reality TV and a consuming love for stupid romantic comedies. Rehearses pick up lines simply for the fun of it. Annette has a soft spot for people, just doesn't show it. Tending to prefer things out of reality. Loves to blow arguments out of proportion. Turns on a dime about the stupidest thing. Feels too much perhaps.

She's a picky eater. Not because she counts calories or stuff like that, simply because she doesn't like much things. Not a particular fan of the beach, thinks it's just a rather big sandbox hiding dirty secrets. Doesn't like the sun, swears she's a vampire. Before this whole fiasco, wanted to study Hematology. Says she loves to read, but pretty much knows nothing of classics. When she says she read them back to back, it means she read the first and last ten pages.

A little background/ History: Was going on a trip to see her sister who was graduating college. She was the "golden child." They forced her to go, and perhaps at one point, she almost wished they'd crash so she wouldn't have to spend "let's all clap for her" time. Along with the horrid "when are you going to end your sabatical?" and the ever so classic "when will you get a boyfriend".
Accessories: Her reading glasses & Creeper Plushie

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OOC Name: Fuji
Character's Full Name:
Nicknames: AP, Surfboy, Dudeman, he's cool with anything even if it's stupid

Appearance:

Kinda spiky, brownish blond hair. Short and thick. Every time he shaves, there's always stubble left behind for some reason. He has strangely round, but still quite sizable ears, able to wiggle the tip. Or at least he says he's able to wiggle the tip, but mostly cheats by moving his jaw. Tall, tan, and muscled like a feline. Thick neck, large hands and feet. Just a strangely hard cuddly bear. Mostly wears jeans and a t-shirt, or board-shorts. On the plane he was wearing stone-washed jeans, a black t-shirt and beige knit sweater that was kinda itchy and uncomfortable but it was the last gift his girlfriend gave to him. So...he wore it. Oh! His eyes, yeah, they're deep ocean blue. Sharp, nice nose. The type that you want on your kids. Yeah, a nose is very important when deciding if you want to have kids with someone. His lips are nicely sculpted, but mostly chapped from the sun. I mean, he's a nice looking guy. I guess...

Personality:

He's chill. Like almost too chill. Takes responsibility of the situation with a calm air, tries to be a "loved" leader but ends up being mostly abused by everyone else because of his cool attitude. Aidan takes time to break, to really feel anger, but when he does it's dangerous and explosive. Acts, then thinks. Full of regrets and mostly has a hard time with himself. Quick moments of weakness and selfishness. Enjoys the oceans, and find himself conflicted between solitude and company. He's a family guy, grew up with a lot of little siblings, the man is used to being the rock. The supporting pillar. The weight on his shoulders has become less of a burden and more of an expectation.

Aidan trusts too quickly, his first impressions turn out to be mostly wrong. He builds ideals of people in his head, and that scares others away. Because they are constantly failing to meet those expectations. This knucklehead is completely oblivious that most people feel that way. Simply pointing out the lack of "spark". There was no chemistry. We're too different. Ext. Ext. All those wonderful excuses that a grown man shouldn't be making in his head.

Oh. And just because he likes the beach, doesn't mean he likes to surf. He got once on a board, and that's it. But somehow the persona follows him like a puppy. Biting at his heels. Perhaps it's the tan?

A little background/ History: He got on the plane on the way back from a friend's wedding. Aidan got a call mid reception that his girlfriend, who he'd recently moved in with, had passed away in a car accident. He never made it home to the funeral.
Accessories: Pocket-knife and a leather bracelet

FACE CLAIM: EMILIO ESTEVEZ

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OOC Name: Erklings25
Character Full Name: Warren Clarington
Nickname: Ren

Appearance: Warren has short, slightly fluffy, honey coloured hair, which he tries to keep neat. He has tried to grow a beard, but his endeavours are always in vain. This means he retains something of a baby face. His eyes are a dark blue, though in some lights they are arguably green. His face is ovular, gracefully sloping down to a blunt chin. From the side, his nose looks slightly crooked. His is tall, standing at 5' 11", but not particularly broad shouldered. He usually wears 'preppy' clothing, and the day of the crash was no different. He wore a white shirt, a red tie and blue cardigan. He also wore brown cargo shorts and leather sandals, tailor made for his rather small feet.

Personality: Warren is, in a word, withdrawn. The type who preferred to stay at home with a good book rather than go out clubbing with his friends. This makes him appear antisocial and rather cold. His primary function is logic, and he dislikes people who act without thinking. He has tendency to withdraw into his head in moments of crisis. He like to think things through to a worryingly thorough degree before acting. His lack of 'regular' emotions inspired his desire to be able to get inside of people's heads, which he can do to a worryingly good degree. He is also very blunt, and does not care to spare people on account of them being sensitive.

On the inside, he is a little bit of a nerd, and his bluntness is actually childlike honesty. His cold nature is just a defence mechanism, so people are not able to work their way into his heart and do damage, which is his greatest fear. He gets incredibly lonely, but does not want to let anyone in. This longing for affection but fear to reciprocate it has turned him into a serial womaniser.

A Little History/Background: Warren was coming back from his second year studying a doctorate criminology in Cambridge. After a lot of plane hopping, he finally was back on course to get home. He was back on schedule. Then came the crash.

Accessories: A comb (gotta keep that hair neat) and a cigarette lighter (though he ran out of cigarettes a while ago).

Face Claim: Milo Ventimiglia

OOC Name:
Cassowarysaur

Character's Full Name:
Joshua Horrowitz

Nicknames:
Yeshua

Appearance:

(Faceclaim: Aneurin Barnard)



5'9 and and barely walking at age 19, Yeshua always looks tired. His hair is naturally curly and he does very little to style it. While his clothes range from blue to black, he prefers two layers. On the day of the disaster he wore a hoodie and a black shirt with nothing but the word 'HOPE' on it.

Personality:
Yeshua does not enjoy people. Even less himself. His company is a chain around his ankles, but he never looks the other way. Cold and distant, Yeshua misunderstand the nature of interaction, almost infantile in his discourse, but as rude and selfish as a baby. Still, he possesses an inhuman intellect - inhuman being the nail hit upon the head, as for every passage into safety with his perception of reality, he is taken back by his undeniable lust for human compassion.

History:
Although he wouldn't like to admit, the trip was meant to be a new start for a broken mind - he was travelling by himself to meet his mother. She was someone absent from his life, his father raising him in a luxurious, yet empty mansion. Inside which he held an esteemed collection of books. His mother was a library, and his father was too brilliant to be a father. Always away on business and private meetings, it was his grandmother who would spend those nights by Yeshua's side. But that familial love was less than reciprocated, Yeshua always wanting after his father, one foot in family and the other in international affairs. However cold he appeared to his son, he was sorry. And that's why he let him leave, to go to his mother - who had sent an unexpected apology and wanted Yeshua back as soon as she could. The world was new, the world was beginning again!

Then the plane crashed.

Accessories:
A journal, with some fond memories, drawings and stories all written by Yeshua, and a pen.