Okay, this is still a bit of a WIP, I just need to figure out a reason for Seth to go to Las Vegas, but I figured I'd post it now and see what you think, and hopefully I can come up with a reason to go to Vegas (this is based a lot off of me).

Name: Seth Wilson
Sex: male
Age: 29
Appearance: Seth is about 5'9" tall with thick, long-ish brown hair, green eyes, and a bushy beard that is a bit more red than the hair on top of his head.  He has fair skin and a lean build that is slowly developing some muscle from recently joining a gym
Skills: very smart (not a genius, but above average), writing stories (when he has the inspiration and motivation to actually do so), procrastinating (if you can call it a skill, but he is very good at it)
Personality: In most normal situations, Seth is brave, sometimes to the point of recklessness, but never to the point of stupidity (with the current situation being anything but ordinary, there is a chance that this bravery and recklessness may be tempered some).  He likes a good adventure, but is more accustomed to adventures of the "ordinary" variety while the less ordinary ones tend to be confined to books and video games, both of which he enjoys immersing himself in when he has the time.  Unfortunately, he often has so much studying and homework to do that he doesn't have as much time to read or play video games as he would like (unless he chooses to procrastinate rather than do the homework/studying he should be doing).  He tries not to be bothered by this, though; he gets the work done when it counts and makes sure to have enough time to enjoy himself that he doesn't go crazy.  He likes to help people if he knows how, but can become frustrated if he doesn't understand something.  He describes himself as a scholar, scientist, and artist, and has been diagnosed with high functioning Asperger's Syndrome.
Bio: Seth had a fairly average life up until about 5 minutes ago when he woke up in a lab as an unwilling "test subject" for some sort of experiment.  He had been born in a big city, but moved to a small town when he was only 5 and so barely remembers anything about his life in the big city.  At school Seth was a mostly straight A's student all the way through his sophomore year in high school, though it became apparent in elementary school that he struggled more than he should have with the amount of work he was given.  Over the years, Seth went to several specialists about this, but since none of them told either him or his parents anything about what they had found out, nothing got done.  Still, since Seth continued to do well in school, not much complaint was made.
By the age of 10, Seth had decided that he wanted to become a geologist, and by the age of 13 he had decided which university he wanted to attend to get his degree.  By the age of 14, Seth had decided that he would first go to a local community college for a couple years and get his general ed classes out of the way.  He graduated from high school summa cum laude, despite a few hiccups in his grades during the last couple years, and enrolled in the local community college for the following fall semester.  His first two semesters were just barely short of fiascoes.  He took on more than he could handle and ended up dropping or doing poorly in two of his classes each semester while doing fairly well in the other two.  It was after this that he visited a psychologist who diagnosed him with high-functioning Asperger's Syndrome.  Due to the difficulty of handling even four classes at at time, Seth had to dial back his course load to only two classes each semester or three if one of them was exceedingly easy (like some sort of P.E. activity class).  He also learned not to take two writing-heavy classes in the same semester (such as an English and a social science class).
During his time at community college, Seth decided to take a couple semesters on a slight detour from his pursuit of a geology degree and took a couple creative writing classes.  He had developed a few stories in his head and wanted some guidance to help get them developed so that he could hopefully get them published one day.  The classes certainly helped him, and he has continued to work on his stories, though none of them are very complete besides a few short stories in their early second drafts.  Even so, he continued to pursue this passion even as he began looking once again to a degree in geology.  A year after taking his creative writing courses, Seth applied for a job at the college's Writing Center.  He was hired and quickly began learning how to help other writers become better writers while becoming a better writer himself and also developing valuable interpersonal skills.  He also helped organize events to promote the Writing Center and became much more involved in the campus community.  After five years, though, he was able to transfer, and left for the University he had been wanting to attend since he was 13, leaving behind the college and the job he had come to love.
Adjusting to University life proved both easy and difficult for Seth.  On the one hand, the classes he took were not much harder than the ones he had taken at the community college back home, but on the other hand, he had a lot more responsibility, having to take care of himself completely without having anyone reminding him when to go somewhere or do something.  In a way, the independence was liberating, but in other ways it was somewhat intimidating.  Another problem was transportation.  Seth did not have a car, nor did he have a license, meaning he would have to rely on public transportation or his own two feet to get anywhere off campus, and when he once tried to look up the bus schedule for the city, what he found was so confusing he couldn't make heads or tails of what he was looking at, and with the city being so much larger than his hometown, things were bound to also be a lot more spread out.  Even so, he was able to find a few places that were within walking distance if he needed something that he couldn't get at one of the stores on campus.  But university life was not without its joys, and one such joy that Seth discovered was the field trips that his geology classes had.  Seth had never before been camping, so when one of his classes had a weekend field trip into the mountains and surrounding areas, Seth was totally unprepared for the adventure.  Thankfully, there was an organization on campus that offered rentals of camping and backpacking equipment and was able to help Seth get at least the most important things that he didn't already have.  Seth had a blast on his first ever camping trip and was eagerly looking forward to the others he would have, though there was only one other opportunity that semester.
After surviving his first semester, Seth went back after the winter break for the next semester.  One evening, as he was checking his e-mails, he got a message from one of the Geology faculty informing all geology students about a geology conference at the college of Nevada Las Vegas coming up in a few weeks.  Seth was quick to register to attend the conference, and on the Friday morning before the conference, he found himself at the Greyhound station getting a bus to Reno from which he would connect to get another bus to get to Vegas.  On the bus to Vegas, he was just starting to doze off for a nap so he would be semi-well-rested for the conference in the morning when the bus broke down.  With an irritated sigh, he got off the bus with the rest of the passengers.  He was even more rankled when he heard that they wouldn't be able to get another bus until 8:00 AM the next day, meaning he would miss the better part of the first day of the conference, but unfortunately there was nothing to be done for it, so he took the room in the motel and was just about to get ready for bed when things got weird, and when he woke up, suddenly getting to that conference was the least of his worries.