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[Fniff]

Relaxing, beautiful, calm, all of these have been given as adjectives for Bay12 Island. Bought in the 1900's by eccentric explorer Thomas Albane, this beautiful pacific Island is not even fully tamed. With one majestic hotel standing above the jungle consuming the rest of the large circular island, surrounded by a small village, this amazing island is truly wondrous in all the ways you want. It can only be reached by Cruise Ship thoughtfully provided by Albane Industries, but it's truly worth it.

That's what they say on the brochure, anyway. You can meet some odd people at Bay12 Resort. Some normal guys are around, but do you really want to hear about them? Hell no. Of course, ain't no weapons allowed at Hotel Bay12, but the weirdos are still strange as hell. Weird guys to talk to, and their hotel rooms are always trashed.

But, my dear fella, just who are you? What's your role in this whole thing?

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This is going to be a freeform Roleplay set on the isolated island of Bay12 and some of the interesting things that happen on it. Remember, interesting doesn't always mean combat. This is primarily a social roleplay.

[Bdthemag]

Name: Bd "The Mag"
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, young, and has a slim bodyset. He has brown hair, and brown eyes.
History: Born into a somewhat normal family, BD has had a fascination with mechanical objects. Often taking apart various things in his house, he got into a lot of trouble over his childhood. Especially when he accidently caused his father's car to explode.

Once he reached 18, he decided to go to college. He was dissapointed in the lack of courses involving mechanics, and the more...odd and somewhat impossible parts of engineering. He eventually dropped out of college due to a lack of interest.

After taking a few random jobs for various government sources, he had enough money to just go wherever he wanted to. He spent a few months at an apartment with some like minded individuals, making friends with a mad scientist of sorts.

He then dissapeared for a long period of time, he refuses to talk about it.

After returning from wherever the hell he went to, he traveled around the world once more. Until he eventually re-united with his Scientist friend, his friend suggested they take a vacation on a remote island. He agreed and set off with him.

Personality: He has a lot of pent up rage, and doesn't enjoy talking to people who's intelligence is lower than his. He's somewhat anti-social, and he detests small spaces.

[Fniff]

Name: Fniff Amadeus Ulysses Deus Ex Machinia O'Neil.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark brown hair, nerdy glasses, pale skin.
History: After spending a long time stuck inside his apartment, he ventured out into the world and was surprised by the fact 9/11 happened. After gaining his feet on his mad scientist job, he figures that going out with Bd on a nice vacation would be cool.
Personality: Smart if lacking in the judgment area, and happy to add the stupidest things to his inventions, he is a nice guy but he's the sort of person who chooses the House of Leaves due to the odd geometry requiring investigation.

[Bdthemag]

Bd stepped off the small plane along with Fniff, he was in a conversation with Fniff about the effectiveness of steam power. "Fniff, im telling you. Steam power is amazing! The only problem is that no one really knows how to create an engine with enough power to power something bigger than a train!"

A small mechanical bird follows Bd, and lands on his shoulder and starts chirping.

[Kestrel_6]

Name: Steve Larrison
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, blue eyes, brown hair.
History: having spent a lot of time tinkering with mechanical end electronic devices, Steve has become rather adept at making cool but mostly useless things (After all, what use is a tracked solar powered pet tree?) he has decided to take a trip to Bay12 Island. Spending time in the ADF has taught him to take a pistol wherever he goes, the NO WEAPONS policy means he'll have to improvise (Maybe, maybe not) on self-defense.
Personality: friendly, but extremely nerdy. Also has a rather... obsessive obsession on firearms.

[Mullet Master]

Name: Wendell Robey
Gender : Male
Appearance : An overweight man in his 40s, he has a curly blond mullet and typically wears khaki shorts and an unbuttoned blue and white seersucker shirt.  His tan is extremely dark. On his left arm he has a tattoo of a snake.
History: A delivery truck driver from Canada who was recently laid off, his sister bought him a two week vacation on Bay12 Island. Before it was time to leave, he got a job as a janitor on the island. He spends most of his day avoiding work and drinking beer.
Personality: Dislikes most technological gadgets and detests cell phones. He enjoys drinking large quantities of alcohol, arguing about sports, and reading romance novels. He prefers listening to country music when possible.

Wendell wipes the sweat off his brow as he looks at the bright clear blue sky. "There's another plane.. and it's probably full of damn tourists again. " He takes another swig of Kobstone Light and crinkles up the now-empty can and throws it on the floor of his golf cart. He starts the golf cart and heads down the jungle path towards the airstrip. The trip is only about two minutes, and is pretty unremarkable.

Just as Wendell reaches the chain link fence around the airstrip, the plane touches down on the airstrip with a chirp of tires. He parks the golfcart next to the ancient looking bus that will take the new arrivals to the main buildings of the resort. He appraises it - it's an old van, with the top chopped off and seats jammed in as close as possible. It looks close to 40 years old and the rust greatly overshadows the faint blue paint.  He picks up his cooler from the golf cart and sets it behind the drivers seat of the van. He takes another can of Kobstone out and drinks it as fast as he possibly can, and throws the empty can into the pile forming in the floor of the golfcart. Ten cans today. He thinks, "I'm going to run out if another shipment of beer don't arrive on the plane.."

Wendelll belches and starts to button up his shirt. He's going to go to the "terminal"... really it's only a three room shack with a radio, a few benches, and a backup generator outside.  He stands near the door with his thumb hooked into his pants pocket, waiting to give the new arrivals a ride to the resort.

[Kestrel_6]

As Steve steps off the cruise ship, the begins pondering why there is WAAAAAAYYYYY Too little cover.

Focus, you re here to relax... Nobody is trying to kill you...

[Mullet Master]

Wendell sets leaning up against the terminal doorway for about ten minutes , watching the few people on the tarmac stand around talking about something. He hears the radio in the bus crackle with some muffled voices, so that must mean the boat has arrived, too. Wendell starts trudging back to the bus, head pointed towards the sky. Off in the distance there are dark clouds heading towards the island, occasionally shooting a fork of lighting towards the water below.

He opens up the cooler once again, and pulls another beer out of the box and opens it. Wendell says to himself, "Looks like another storm - third this week. Going to be a mess." He takes out his huge keychain and finds the bus key and puts it in the ignition.

The bus makes a horrific noise at it starts, and a small poof of smoke wafts from under the hood. This thing is obviously on it's last legs, so Wendell gently shifts it into reverse and prepares to drive down to the dock. After a short drive down a dirt road winding through the jungle, he sees the dock. There's a man there, ((Steve Larrison)).

Wendell parks the bus near Steve, and turns off the engine. He finishes the beer he's drinking and throws the can down on the floor of the bus. He hangs his head out the side of the bus and and says to Steve :

"Welcome to the Bay. Now, strike the e... Crap, the things they tell me to say. Look pal, get in the bus, it doesn't have a roof, and it looks like it is going to rain soon. "

[Kestrel_6]

Steve pulls out a camouflage raincoat, and steps on the bus.

"Thanks"

[Mullet Master]

"Beer is in the cooler," Wendell says as he gestures with his thumb. He continues talking as he starts up the bus. "This place is pretty dead this time of year... I'm not sure why. Maybe nothing new has come to this resort since... oh, spring? Anyway, what're you here for?"

[Kestrel_6]

"After several tours of... Wherever, my friends and family sent me here, to 'unwind'. I don't get that though."

[Mullet Master]

Wendell takes the bus up a winding dirt road, heading upwards towards the center of the island. The road is muddy and rutted, and the jungle foilage envelops the road in many places. As he comes around a blind hairpin corner, you see that the bus is now very high up on the island, several hundred feet above sea level now. You're now overlooking the Bay. Wendell pulls over the bus as the road passes near the edge of a cliff. He turns off the bus and turns to Steve.

"That's it, out there, towards those storm clouds. That's the bay, and we're island number #12. So, Bay number 12 island. Get it? I sure the hell don't. I guess there are more than one island like this. I don't know."

[Bdthemag]

After waving goodbye to his scientist friend, who apparently had "something to take care of". Bd spots a tourist bus and walks over to it, before he can reach it though it speeds off and occasionally swerves a bit to the side.

Bd mutters something under his breath, looks around to see nothing, and then heads off down the road the bus took. The small mechanical bird happily chirping as it flies around him.

[Kestrel_6]

"Yeah. Are you going to pick up that other guy?"

[Mullet Master]

Wendell squints as he looks back down the mountain. He sees a very small figure trudging up a road.
"Damn. You got pretty good eyesight. I guess I got to pick him up too"
He starts backing his truck up, and has he does the rear right tire starts to leave the road. It hits a rock, and the rock is knocked off the cliff.
"Gettin' a little close there," Wendell quips as he shifts the truck back into drive. He starts headed down the road and stops in the road as he sees Bd.

"Hop in. Next stop, the resort. Beer is in the cooler behind me. "