[CHAR] Island of Blood(Survival RP) {ACCEPTING} -----Crypt's Island

[kagethekiller]

Name: Chance Markof
Profession: Scientist
Appearance: Has the natives outsiders tattoo under his right eye, a double crosshair in a circle right on his right cheek. This means he's made a peace agreement with the natives.
Height/weight:5'10 190
Skills:Diving, Fishing, Familiar with the Island entirely, Knows a lot about the Scientist that lived there. He has a genius IQ and loves making things. He might be able to fly the plane.
Starting location: Chance's Underwater Bunker
Bio: Chance is the son of two famous scientists that one day 20 years ago after the birth of their first son vanished off the face of the earth. Since the age of 7 when his mother and father died one day on an expedition out of their underwater home, Chance has been alone. He and the Natives have an understanding and he even knows a few of their trade dialects. He's lived this long without much of their help and they seem to keep to themselves as much as possible, apart from the outcasts.
He spends most of his days tinkering with his devices and the rest of them trying to find out why this island wasn't on any maps and more importantly why he couldn't leave it.
Personality:Chance is a friendly individual when you get to know him but he has a wicked poker face and an mean side when it comes to certain aspects of the island. He is a good friend if anyone should ever end up calling im that.
Relations: all close relations dead accept for one Outcast friend Nato who lives near his plane.
Personal Items: A huge store of science equipment. Clothes and a few nifty gadgets he's combined to have some crazy effects. Lets not forget about his private stash of Doomsday Goodies that are kept under a lock and key.

Name: Nato Warspring
Profession: Hunter/ Gatherer/Farming/trapping
Outcast: Yes he is an Outcast. The Tattoo's covering his body symbolize that, and the reason is because when Nato found Chase they were around the same age and he brought him into the Ras..
Appearance:
Age: 20
Height/weight:5’5 - 130
Skills:Hunting, fishing, island knowledge, speaks english and native dialects, farming, gathering, herb knowledge, wildlife knowledge, some tech knowledge from Chess, tailor.
Starting location:Chance’s Plane
Bio: Nato lived with his family in Rasniffin before he tried to bring the starving Chance in with him. After he got caught they offered to kill Chance in his place, but instead he chose for them both to be exiled and for Chance to be able to trade on his behalf. His family shunned him and he has since not seen them. He's a rather smart individual and a man of few words. He takes pleasure in the simple things in life often disappearing for days on end to relax.
Personality:He’s very quit and never talks about his past. He makes a few errors when speaking english and in some translations. He is an open minded person though and not at all a mean spirit, he is a firm upholder of the right thing to do attitude.
Relations:Chance - Family: Will be revealed.
Personal Items:Hatchet a belt of junk and a few goodies in his satchel.

Name:Jacob Leon
Profession: Retired military doctor
Appearance:
Got eye cut in crash but still has vision in it though it looks very dead. (right eye)
Height/weight: 6'3 195
Skills:Medical knowledge as well as combat and firearms experience. Hes skilled in surgery and know a variety of quick remedies that could prove useful.
Starting location: Beach Home
Bio:Jacob was a Field Surgeon for the French government. He was dishonorably discharged under terms he does not willingly discuss, though he would not be hated if this was discovered he would no long want to stay with the community. Many of his close family and friends are already dead and he was going to kill himself before the boat crashed and he woke up on the shore of this god forsaken island. He speaks French, English and is versed in Latin. Hes a genius but is also recovering from serious prescription pill withdrawal.
He tends to keep to himself not trying to get in the way much on the island and helping out as much as he can when he is needed. He doesn't see his term here on the island as so bad, he just wished so many other people would have to have get hurt before they get saved. He can often be found alone exploring the thick jungles of the inner islands.
Personality:Hes a very introverted person but isn't opposed to cracking a joke or two, though they never seem to be taken as light heartedly as he means them. He has a rather brash nature and tends to scare people away before they even get very close to him, and he sticks to his own. A few people may call him friend but hes more of the older stern uncle of the group that will do nothing to see them get off this hell hole while they have the chance. Weather he wants to leave or not will be up to him when he figures out how to get them off of it.
Relations:NONE
Personal Items: Medical bag, notepad and pencils salvaged from wreck, 9mm pistol found on guard corpse after wreck. Misc items collected in hut after wreck.

[Imaginary]

Survivor CS:

Name: Born- Madison Tyler Soldati, goes by Maddie Tyler

Profession: Model turned actress

Appearance:


Height/weight: 5’9”, 120lbs - she is slightly curvy but maintains the typical build of a model

Skills: She is calm under pressure, has effective reasoning abilities, is efficient at cooking and taking care of herself and has decent fighting abilities when needed.

Starting location: Beach Home

Bio: Maddie was born into a rough home life. She never met her mother who was arrested for prostitution while pregnant. Maddie was born in jail and brought home by her father. Her father was never home, always working one of his three jobs or sleeping. She spent most of her time with her best friend, a boy who lived in the same trailer park. They would spend hours and hours pretending they were pirates in his back yard. Then she would go home and cook her own dinner and put herself to bed. She did decent in school and has always been comfortable being independent. She would occasionally get into fights with girls who would tease her because of her family life. She eased the depression of her life by partying. She never let it affect her schooling and she graduated on time her senior year. She immediately left home, having saved up money from numerous summer jobs. She headed to Hollywood to follow her dream of becoming an actress. She was , however, discovered by a modeling agency at one of her auditions. She eventually signed with them and was an instant success, becoming the face of numerous clothing lines ; even designing her own perfume. After a few years of fame in the modeling arena, Maddie tried acting again. Because of her fame, she landed a few roles and eventually hopes to be a lead actress one day.

Personality: Maddie is honest to the point that she is blunt and often puts people off. She likes to have a good time but usually drinks too much . She doesn’t judge anything about anyone. She likes to learn and will question everything. She is vegetarian and health conscious. She can be very private when dealing with her emotions and doesn’t always open up about herself easily.

Relations: none as of now

Personal Items: clothes she was stranded in, dead cellphone, and compass necklace (see below):

[Exie]

Name: Wynter "Wyn" Stonewall

Profession: Nursing Student/Clinic Intern

Appearance:


Height/weight: 5'2/125 - Short & Curvy

Skills: Medicine, Fishing, Camping

Starting location: Beach Home

Bio: Clint stonewall was a capable and kind doctor, even in his earlier years of practice. He was an attractive man, but not in the way that doctors are portrayed in movies. He had begun developing wrinkle lines as early as his mid-twenties. They grew in the space where his eyebrows knit together when he focused through a pair of rimless glasses, engrained there by years of study and days spent in concern over his patients. His dark hair - which had started to recede - and naturally light skin-tone were bronzed by his days spent in the sun. It was so unlike the woman he would meet on a destined day at the lake. Her fiery hair could not possibly grow anymore red; her fair complexion only freckled in the daylight, concentrated at the bridge of her nose and growing outwards. Her name was fittingly Autumn.

The doctor was bewitched by her immediately, and the two feel deeply, sincerely in love. Their engagement came fast, and the birth of two daughters came soon after - Wynter and Summer. Tragically, their fierce happiness was fated to be cut short. After the birth of Summer, Autumn was found cold one morning in her bed. It is believed that she died from some rare illness, but the details of her death are still unclear.

Dr. Stonewall suffered deeply over the loss of his wife, but managed to cling to his love for his children to pull him through. Though his time was limited as a single parent, he did everything he could to provide his daughters with direction in their lives. He got them involved in things like dancing, and girl scouts to provide them with female mentors in their childhood. When he did have ample time to spend with them, he taught them many things about his work and shared his outdoor hobbies with them. Often, they camped at the lake where he first met their mother.

As a young girl, Wynter's heart was filled with compassion over the compelling tales of her fathers patients, and her mind was always bursting with curiosity on those odd days when he allowed the girls to accompany him to work and sit in his office. As her childhood wonderment matured, she began to question the circumstances of her mothers sudden death. She felt drawn to field of medicine, both to understand the loss of her mother better, and to be able to preserve and comfort others. She felt she would best fulfill this purpose as a nurse. Wynter began a nursing program immediately following high school and has completed the majority of her study, but is currently taking some time to work as a volunteer intern at the clinic where her father began his career.

Personality: Wynter is a rather soft personality type. She is reserved and soft-spoken, but bright and compassionate. She is sometimes easily frightened and not inclined towards violence, but able to work efficiently in a crisis.

Relations: N/A

Personal Items: A small medical bag filled with various first-aid items.

[Draconis Nevyn]

Percy S. Drummond Jr.

Age: 26
Sex: Male
Height/weight: 6'2"/170

Profession: Butcher (Aspiring cook)
Skills: Percy can take an animal and obtain all of the different cuts from it. He has a little knowledge in preserving, maturing and curing meats as well as cooking them. He has a small amount of knowledge in fishmongery as well in that, due to watching his father, he can gut, fillet and skin various kinds, although it's not a clean cut.
Starting location: Beach Home.

Biography: Percy Drummond was born in Aberdeen, Scotland. His father, Percy Senior, a relatively successful fisherman and fishmonger and his mother, a teacher who left the pair of them alone to fend for themselves while he was still young. It wasn't an easy upbringing, but his homelife was good, his father was a kind man who brought Percy up with a steady hand, doing his best to teach him right and wrong. His father sold what he could, but as times were moving on he found it harder and harder, what with the restrictions on fishing getting more and more tight. Eventually, the old man had sent his son away at the age of 16, as he had managed to get him a job as a butcher's apprentice. It was steady work and the pay managed to help him and his father stay afloat as the older Percy had given up on fishing and started a small fishmongery business, which was moving slowly.

It took a while, but Percy managed to get into the swing of things, he became a full time butcher and started his own business further away in Edinburgh. It was a steady one, but began bringing in more money after a while. At this point he was 20 and began travelling on holiday when he could. He wasn't especially an outgoing man but he desired to learn about his trade even more, and as such he travelled to several countries and many more exotic places and learned of many different animals, he even picked up a little more about gutting and filleting fish while he went on his travels, his father had only been able to teach him so much after all.

This is what led Percy to be on the ship that crashed and sank, he was on another trip of his, eager to be home and emotionally exhausted. He had cleaned his knives, sharpened them and replaced them in his briefcase when he decided a trip to the deck would be a good idea. He had picked up his briefcase, it was too valuable to leave alone after all, and walked calmly up the stairs. All of a sudden, something felt wrong. Deadly wrong. He raced to the top of the stairs and on to the deck just as the ship crashed into the beech. The force from the impact threw Percy overboard and into the water, only holding onto his briefcase with a vice grip. In the end it was that which saved him as it was water tight and buoyant. He was able, after a few moments clearing his head, to use it to swim to shore where he encountered the others who survived.

Personality: Percy can be a very quiet individual, solitary. However when he needs to, he can joke and laugh and be less of an introvert, this was a trick he developed to deal with customers in his shop, as one had to be outgoing in that situation. Once he gets to know people he is much louder and will speak freely, even joke, however to get him to that point one occasionally has to prompt him to conversation. In crisis situations, as soon as he can get his bearings, he is calm and collected and able to think clearly to a goal that would be beneficial. He is curious, always willing to learn about almost any subject.

Relations: Percy has only a father and very few friends. He does not usually go outside and when he does he talks little.

Personal Items: In a padded briefcase, Percy has an expensive, custom set of butcher's knives, a whetstone and a steel. These were given to him by his father and which he was able to obtain before the ship sank.

[Red_massa]

Name: Karl Millington

Profession: Amateur Fighter

Appearance:

Karls' Appearance

Height/weight: 6'2" 205lbs

Skills: Fighting, Protection, Driving, Diving, Juggling.

Starting location: Beach Home

Bio: Karl had always been a bit on the bigger side through life, which made him prone to getting picked on. After highschool Karl had decided to do something where he had more power than the people around him so he had gotten into bouncing at bars and clubs. There was one night that changed his life forever, there was a rowdy customer at the bar and he had to be escorted off the premises. When the customer got there he insisted that he wasn't leaving in fact he was dead set that he was getting into the bar. The customer than got aggressive and took a knife out of his pocket, that was when Karl punched the guy out. Karl knocked him out cold and broke his jaw with just one punch, the adrenaline and thrill he got from that one night brought him into the fighting profession.
Karl had been training for 6 months since the bar incident happened and has been loving it the whole time. It was his first ranked fight that he was going to, this was his first step to making a career out of fighting. One day he dreamed of making it into the Bellator or even UFC scene, this was his first step.

Personality: Everything that Karl has gone through in life has made him a little bit skeptical of new people at first. He is a good person deep if you get through all his barriers. He has a loud and deep voice that travels when he speaks.

Relations: Manager - Tyrese Kimbo - Dead/Crash

Personal Items: One pair of orange boxing gloves

Boxing Gloves

[Wubwub]

Survivor CS:

Name: Alexa Jacobs

Profession: Graphic Designer

Appearance:
Clothes: Forest green knit sweater with grey tank top and white undershirt, blue jeans, black sneakers.

Height/weight: 5’5”/130lbs

Skills: Strong climber, good aim with anything long range, basic cartography

Starting location: Beach Home

Bio: The Brunewell Foster Home was a peaceful and respectable establishment, if one were to overlook the waiflike child by the name of Alexa who lived down the hall. Alexa was dropped off as a baby and grew up in the care of her foster parents alongside the mob of other rambunctious children. Even from a young age, she knew she wanted to be an artist, and she made sure to let her guardians know by re-decorating their walls with every crayon she could find. Her troublemaking didn’t stop there though. Alexa barely made it through high school without having to hide from authority on multiple occasions. Her graffiti, who most believed to belong to a young man, could be found all over the bustling city.

Despite her success, or infamy, depending on who you asked, Alexa was never caught by her foster parents nor was she satisfied. When she graduated high school and left the foster house at the age of 18, Alexa caught a lucky break and began to work on freelanced art. She made a living designing company logos, posters, and other advertisements for customers. Alexa also took up smoking at the age of 15 and hasn’t stopped since. Her athletic ability has been hindered by lung damage, but not extinguished.

Personality: Alexa is a bit mischievous and loud mouthed, but usually not with ill intent. She is usually optimistic in the face of adversary because of her self-confidence, but can become curt and brash if pushed too far. Overall, Alexa is used to taking care of only herself first, and will probably hesitate out of habit before sacrificing her safety for others.

Relations: N/A

Personal Items: Lighter, marker