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[Scelly9]

The crashing of waves wakes you up. Sand is everywhere around you, and you aren't sure why. It comes back in a flood of memories, the pilot saying "Remain Calm!" just before the impact, the turbulence that you originally thought was normal, and the crunch as the plane hit treetops. Small bits of plane litter the beach around you, and a big chunk floats a few feet offshore. Your leg hurts. It hurts so much everything goes black.

Name:
Age:
Occupation:
Business or Pleasure?:
Clothing:
Pockets:
Background:

You were on flight 119, and you don't know where you are now.

So, you're on an island. Your plane crashed and here you are. Maybe you'll survive, maybe not. All you know is that you're going to be stuck here. Probably for a long time.

[kj1225]

Name:  Kyle Johnson
Age: 21
Occupation:  survivalist and writer
Business or Pleasure?:  Business
Clothing:  Camo shirt and shorts with a cowboy hat on.
Pockets:  The biggest knife allowed on a plane flight in the U.S. and a granola bar.
Background:  Kyle was flying from his latest camp-out/writing binge in Arizona on his way home to Florida when the plane crashed.

[Scelly9]

Ok, actually no more Miami. Just somewhere over the ocean.

[Harry Baldman]

Name: Ralph Kelly
Age: 27
Occupation: Cultist/Suicide Bomber
Business or Pleasure?: Business
Clothing: navy blue business suit, expensive shoes, sunglasses.
Pockets: 5 copies of the One True Bible of Absolute Truth (not to be confused with the altered, muddled version known as the Holy Bible)
Background: a member of a crazy cult, Ralph was on the plane that day to do the Lord's work by exploding a particular patch in a particular land where it is said (by his fellow cultists, and they've got the arbitrary calculations to prove it) the final remains of Jesus actually rest, as it is the actual location of Jerusalem (history, as I'm sure we all know, is actually a lie, don't believe what those people tell you). This was supposed to make the Second Coming come early. Sadly, God intervened. It seems like he didn't want to come back just yet. How terrible.

[dewboy]

Name: Montel Dewey[/size]Age: 14Occupation: young college studentBusiness or Pleasure?: Studying Geology, Medical Sciences, BiologyClothing: Hoodie, Jeans, Analog watch[/size]Pockets:Mini Med Kit(needle,tweezers, suturing thread) Ramen Noodle packet, Tiny hammerBackground: On his way to a medical convention, Montel packed his kit and left his dorm in high spirits. Then his plane crashed[/size]

[GreatWyrmGold]

Spoiler: Robert Baker (click to show/hide)

Age: 76
Occupation: Retiree
Pleasure, in theory
Clothing: Yes, you whippersnapper!
Pockets: I have quite a few. One might even be empty.
Background: Just last year, I sold my old farm and retired. I was hoping to enjoy a tropical vacation this winter, and it looks like I got more than I bargained for.

[cattouchdis]

Joining because this looks like it will be entertaining, also, do all of us have hurt legs?

Name: Wallace Barker
Age: 19
Occupation: Destruction and construction expert
Business or Pleasure?: Pleasure
Clothing: T-shirt, pants, and other normal stuff.
Pockets: Multitool, pencil, and a few pieces of paper
Background: He is the best at his job and decided that he needs a vacation and so was on the plain heading to his vacation spot.

[Nerjin]

Name: Wilburt Hannigan [Pen-name: Justin Truefellow]
Age: 67
Occupation: Professional Writer
Business or Pleasure?: Business
Clothing: A Fancy Suit [though it is a lower class suit] and a pair of aviator sunglasses.
Pockets: A pen, a copy of his most recent book [Royce Ryder and the Antfarm of Terror (A best seller in the making he assures his friends)], a lighter that his wife bought him before she died, and a set of dice.
Background: The famed writer of the Royce Ryder series the aging Wilburt Hannigan was on his way to a book signing when the unfortunate hands of fate wrapped gently around the plane, killed most of the passengers, and gently set the survivors on this island. Well at least that's how Wilburt chooses to remember it as it sure beats admitting that random chance hates him. Though this should give him some good inspiration for his next book.

[Nerjin]

I'd like to point out that I sincerely hope we can get a LARPer who has desceneded into madness and actually believes himself to be his character. Almost made that guy... almost.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Half the party has to sign up. It could still happen.

[Chink]

Name: Edward Darkfellow
Age: 33
Occupation: Drug Dealer/LARPer
Buisness or Pleasure?: Buisness
Clothing: Fancy suit, Fedora
Pockets: Cigar, Matchbook
Background: An insane LARP who played a drug dealer in a modern roleplaying game. The insanity hasn't affected his buisness much, since he was a drug dealer before, anyways. All that's really different is what he thinks his name is.

[Nerjin]

Name: Edward Darkfellow
Age: 33
Occupation: Drug Dealer/LARPer
Buisness or Pleasure?: Buisness
Clothing: Fancy suit, Fedora
Pockets: .45 caliber handgun, Cigar, Matchbook
Background: An insane LARP who played a drug dealer in a modern roleplaying game. The insanity hasn't affected his buisness much, since he was a drug dealer before, anyways. All that's really different is what he thinks his name is.

I hate drug dealers... Also I refuse to believe he'd actually be able to get onto a plane with a handgun. .45 or other-wise. Though I do approve of the dress up.

*Edit*: My point being that you should remove the .45 as it stretches credibility a bit too far.

[NRDL]

Name: Jeremiah Nix
Age: 27
Occupation: Struggling entrepreneur
Business or Pleasure?: Business
Clothing: Old, faded and rather cheap brown suit, nice suede shoes
Pockets: Mini-calculator, pencil
Background: Jeremiah's retail shop has been in some financial stress lately, and he was planning to visit some relatives in order to get a loan. 

[Scelly9]

Name: Edward Darkfellow
Age: 33
Occupation: Drug Dealer/LARPer
Buisness or Pleasure?: Buisness
Clothing: Fancy suit, Fedora
Pockets: .45 caliber handgun, Cigar, Matchbook
Background: An insane LARP who played a drug dealer in a modern roleplaying game. The insanity hasn't affected his buisness much, since he was a drug dealer before, anyways. All that's really different is what he thinks his name is.

Yeah, remove the handgun and you're good.

[Nerjin]

We are the fanciest dressed survivors to ever crash on an island that I've heard of. Most are in suits of some sort.