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My real name: Ғεɭεciɑ Ɍυcɦε
What people call me: Ɍυcɦε
I am: 20 years old
People would describe me as: Deceptive and sarcastic. Ruche generally speaks her mind and doesn't feel any remorse in doing so.
A little of my background: Felecia works at a local pub as a waitress/bartender. Her life was simple and easy, that is of course besides her tendency to get caught up in bad situations. Felecia was taking the garbage out one night after her shift when she encountered a murder going on in the back alley, she tried to quick get back inside but the men saw her. They ran her into a corner of the kitchen in the back of the pub and where about to end her life for what she had seen when all of a sudden Felecia found herself in her apartment unharmed. She could explain how she got there. Felecia realized in only a matter of days that she could jump quickly place to place in an instant, however this didn't keep her from being found by the murders. They decided to harness this new found power and threatened her family if she didn't help them. Felecia has been a thief since then stealing for a high gang in her city, that was until one night on a heist she got a swift knock to the head and woke up on the island.
I found this strange marking: It looks like this.
Little do people know I hold a secret: Felecia has the ability to teleport. She cannot travel long distances, but can jump short distances. If she uses her ability to much she becomes fatigued.
My skills include: Teleportation, Small Weaponary
When defending myself I usually use: Short and Medium Length Knives
Other:
Theme: Augustana: Fire







My real name: Lorena Maxwell

What people call me: Lo

I am: 18

People would describe me as: strong, stubborn, and compassionate

A little of my background: My mother died when I was young. I was left to stay with my drunk father. After a while child services took me away. Since then I was stuck in a foster home. My foster brother made my companion "Scales."

I found this strange marking: It's a hummingbird, looking at a star....

Little do people know I hold a secret: My father was in debt... But there's something else... Something I can't remember

My skills include: Writing, problem solving

When defending myself I usually use: Just knives. And a little love...

Theme: steampunk







My real name: Duncan MacLeod
What people call me: Mac
I am: 27 years old
People would describe me as: Serious but funny. Some would even go so far as to call him crazy but sane. To be honest he is both.
A little of my background: Duncan was raised to be a soldier. His mother died in childbirth and his father was in the army. He was raised going from nanny to nanny over and over until finally he turned 18. Duncan did not waste time, the army was waiting for him. He entered active service at the age of 20 and for seven years served his country as well as his body would allow. guns never really worked for him so he put his training into knifes and swords. Duncan is noted to have shown abnormally high strength and speed. His knife skills were not that bad either. He was sent on a mission at the age of 27. The goal was to simply extract an american prisoner from a russian prison. Something went wrong, the prisoner was killed as well as his whole team, he was never seen again. The army claimed he was KIA but he was not, he had simply been moved to the island, captured. Now he lies there.
I found this strange marking: Its a knife in a dart board.
Little do people know I hold a secret: Duncan the american prisoner. He knew something his team did not. The man could not be left alive. He does not know his team was killed shortly after.
My skills include: Enhanced Strength and Extreme Hand to Hand Combat Skills.
When defending myself I usually use: Large Daggers
Other: He likes to build stuff.
Theme: Animal I Have Become







My real name: Elizabeth Carnary

What people call me: Lizzy

I am: 16

People would describe me as: She is very outgoing despite her shy appearance. She is a very curious girl and loves to explore and try new things. She tends to be a worrywart at times.

A little of my background: I was born in America and moved to Japan at 6. My mother works as a doctor. I was in history class when suddenly I was knocked out.

I found this strange marking: It looks like an eye

Little do people know I hold a secret: I'm a telepath, I just don't know it yet.

My skills include: Reading, Reasoning

When defending myself I usually use: My intellect and my words

Theme: Sanctuary






My real name: Alexander Robenson
What people call me: [nickname] Alex
I am: 19
People would describe me as: relaxed and laid back. He stays this way so he doesn't lose his composure and acting strangely. When is isn't relaxed and laid back he is normally either really hyped up or really quiet with an angered look.
A little of my background: Alex was the guy in school that everyone wanted to be around. He loved to have fun and was the 'cool cat'. He wore the coolest clothes and other things, but that's because he liked that look. It made sense. He now works at a weapons shop as the weapons specialist. It is an interest of his. One day some men came in and started playing around with the guns. He asked them politely to stop, and they refused, loaded it and went to fire. Instead of ducking for cover, Alex found himself extremely angry and in his anger the other guns mounted on the wall started moving, loading and pointing themselves at the men. He told them to get out and they left like dogs with their tails between their legs. He didn't know how he had done it, but when he found out he soon found himself with a large lump on his head and an island under his feet.
I found this strange marking: like this
Little do people know I hold a secret: Telekinesis... Although moving too much will cause me to black out...
My skills include: Weapon identification and use due to his job
When defending myself I usually use: He normally has a dagger on him and a small M1911 A1 Pistol
Other: He has siblings but no parents...
Theme: Scream and shout













My real name: Vincent Visery
What people call me: Cross
I am: 43
People would describe me as: Cruel but fair. He is also strangely interested in things that do not matter. He is not a nice person.
A little of my background: Vincent grew up in a cruel world were people were given everything they wanted. Everyone but him. He was a dumpster baby. Force to grow up on his world and in that time he grew to hate it. He joined the army for a short time but was arrested later for shooting his team. He escaped and has not been seen or heard from since. In the years he was gone he made a plan to show everyone how lucky they were. He was going to show them the darkest part of people. But he would need to first fine the group, and so the correct people were taken.
My rank around here: Leader
My skills include: Hand to hand Combat, Telepathy
When defending myself I usually use: Machete and Revolver
Other: He has brought all the people all here as part of a show.
Theme: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
Appearance: Will be revealed at later time.







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My real name: Kinsey Roberts
What people call me: Kin
I am: 25
People would describe me as: Wild, full of energy, and graceful
A little of my background: I was born and raised in America by my Mother and Father. They loved each other dearly, and i suppose in this day most children don't have the kind of family I had, and I was lucky for that. I was a good child, did my homework and listened for the most part, but I had a wildness about me that my mother hated. She often said I was a mirrored image of my own fathers wildness, but I looked up to my father so I never took it as a insult.
It wasn't long before my 14th birthday that my mother was diagnosed with cancer, but the doctors said they could help her. Then my 18th birthday came, and I sat in my house looking across the living room at my sleeping father who now drowned out his sorrows with alcohol and my mother was no longer there to wish me happy birthday. That year, I took my aggression out in gym class.
A few months later, as I ran through the woods, someone caught me and knocked me out. I woke up on a island not long after with the tattoo of a full moon on my wrist. I found others like me, with different tattoos but all new and with no recollection of how they'd gotten there. It wasn't long after that we figured out the secrets we all kept without even knowing them. I knew a girl who could stay underwater as long as she wanted; and a man who was as strong as ten; and me? I was an animal. Wild and graceful and terrifying. I noticed things the others didn't. Like the man that would leave and come back at odd hours of the night. soon enough, I understood who he was and what his job was, and I wanted it.
Eventually I got it and I've been here ever since.

My rank around here: Infiltrator
My skills include: brute strength and good actor
When defending myself I usually use: I don't need anything but my strength and grace
Other:
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☸ Felecia woke with a start, the world was dark around her and the air was cool and damp. "Where the hell am I?". She rolled to her knees and stood up knocking her head on some rock above her. "Ouch!" Felecia placed a hand where she whacked her head and rubbed it as she used her other hand to feel her way out of the cave she was in. She emerged into the dim light of the forest, the air was still damp probably from a recent rain. Confusion ripped through Felecia as she tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

After a few seconds of confusion Felecia decided that standing in one spot wasn't going to do much good, and with nightfall approaching, which she could tell by the orange light of the sun in the sky, she should get a fire started. How she was going to get a fire started she had no idea but wood was defiantly in good supply so she set off to find a good place to start a fire and gather wood.

☸ Felecia walked along in the forest taking in her surroundings and kind of making a personal map in her head, growing up her parents took her on camping trips all the time during the summer and she learned quite a bit. By the roots of a large tree Felecia has started a wood pile and was looking for something to start the fire with. Stumbling through the woods she happened across a small creek, she searched along it to find a few rocks to try and spark a flame. She picked up two that looked like they might be good and headed back to her camp.

Felicia made a small teepee with small sticks and thin bark before trying to knock some sparks into the crumpled leaves and dry grass in the middle of the small teepee. She brought the two rocks together skimming each other's surface, a spray of large sparks fell down on the leaves and grass catching fire rather quickly, "That was rather easy" she said to herself. She inspected the rocks and saw that one of them was a big hunk of flint. "Impossible" Felecia whispered looking at the rock. Large rocks of flint weren't found in tropical locations typically and not this far inland. Felecia sat back while her fire grew, her confusion had returned and held her tight as she stared into the warming flames adding wood when needed.

☸ The night had quickly grown cold and Felecia huddled next to her fire glad that she had it. As she sat there contemplating her surroundings she began to worry if she was ever going to figure what the hell happened. Felecia decided that tomorrow she would figure out where she was, she'll have to find the nearest highway or town. Little did she know that this was no forest and there were no nearby villages or towns. The fire crackled and shot embers up into the air, Felecia watched them fade out and then kept her gaze at the treetops looking at the faint glimmer of stars beyond them. What had she gotten herself into and how?