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[Sapphic Pigeon]

McKenna Avery Knowles

"Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn
Superman by Moi Navarro | Sound the Bugle by Bryan Adams

Ain't Nothin' In This World For Free

☬ Full-Birth Given Name ☬

McKenna Avery Knowles, at your service.

☬ Preferred Name | Nickname ☬

I go by Kenna, Mak or Avery. Those from the service days call me by last name only.

☬ Sex Identification ☬

Bi-sexual female, here.

☬ Established In ☬

May 20^th, 1989. I am 27-years-old.

☬ Someone Back Home ☬

My young son, Phoenix and 'baby' brother, James are 'back home' waiting for my return. My son's father is no longer in the picture, and my brother watches him while I'm gone.

☬ Also Knowing ☬

I was in the Marines a few years back. Since having Phoenix I've left that life behind, for the most part. Still visit some of my old brothers and sisters at arms from time to time, though. I also brought along with me, my old battle buddy, Coyote. (pronounced 'k-eye-oat') He's missing his front left leg, and wears a prosthetic one. He lost it in the last fight he fought in, beside me. Since then, he's been retired. They were going to put him down until I spoke up and adopted him. No soldier left behind!

No, There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

☬ Personality ☬

I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself which by default makes me an excellent soldier. I am well disciplined and am a great leader, when it comes to being a Marine. As a regular person though, it goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I warm up to someone, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented when it comes to my brothers and sisters of the service. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is I'm complicated.

☬ Quirks | Habits ☬

→ Always knowing what direction I am heading in.
→ I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
→ When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments.
→ I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meetings, etc. I like to be punctual.
→ I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious/start to experience PTSD, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. I used to have a bad habit of biting my fingernails, but I've trained myself not to do that, anymore.

☬ Likes & Dislikes ☬

+ Storms / Rain
+ Winter
+ 'Sweater Weather'
+ Sports ^{Playing it, not watching.}
+ Artsy activities
+ Smoking ^{Not cigarettes.}
+ Reading
+ Camping / Hiking
+ Family-orientated activities
+ Amusement parks
+ Traveling
+ Helping others, especially the less fortunate
+ People who make an effort
- Being touched unexpectedly
- Disrespectful/Loud-mouthed people
- People chewing with a open mouth
- Abuse (Animal/Child/Spousal/Elder/Etc)
- Unsportsmanlike conduct
- Seeing others in pain
- Confrontation, but will step up if necessary

☬ In-Depth Appearance ☬

I stand at a whopping 5'11" and weigh 154 lbs, sporting an athletic build. I have dark brown hair with highlighted ends, and golden-brown eyes to match them. I have slightly bigger hands than the average woman.. always hated that about me, honestly, but tend to come in handy more often than not. My lips are thin and pale, while my skin is sun-kissed and remains clear until around that time of the month in which I break out in small areas on my face.I try to keep my make-up as minimum as possible, never really have been one to use it. All I really use is eyeliner and a bit of mascara. I've got a bit of a Mexican / Native American look to me, and if you heard my name before seeing my face, you'd think you were meeting the wrong person.

Currently, I am wearing a white v-neck undershirt with my grey sweatshirt and brown bomber jacket over it, and thick black jeans with dark brown boots to go with the jacket. And my aviator glasses. Can't forget those, haha. I have a concealed Ka-Bar in my jacket.

☬ Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. ☬

Well, let's see.. I've got quite a few scars, ranging from gunshot wounds, to stab wounds, to old scars from my childhood that cannot actually be seen anymore due to a tattoo now covering them up. I was a very emotionally disturbed child, back in the day, and took it upon my own free will to physically harm myself when my life began to head south. A tattoo of a black wolf now hides those ugly scars on my right thigh. On both feet, I have wolf paws tattooed on. I've always felt a close, sort of 'native connection' to wolves and have seen myself as one for as long as I can remember. A lone wolf, at that. When surrounded by those I love, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for them. Many other reasons I can relate to wolves, but I'll save that for a later time. Right over my heart, I've got my family tree growing out of it. Crows fleeing from the half barren tree, a sort of symbol for the 'family' that left me behind those many moons ago. On each of my forearms, I have a quote surrounding a ship's wheel and an anchor that reads 'Be the one to guide me but never hold me down'. Each shoulder of mine is covered with black raven wings, and between those resides a tattoo of a small Irish Claddagh just under the base of my neck. As for jewelry and accessories, I wear aviators when out running errands or traveling outdoors. Around my neck, I have a paper crane necklace that my son picked out for me not too long ago. I never take it off. They accompany my dog tags. The ring I wear on my right ring finger is an old ring of my mom's that was actually the engagement ring from my father. They never married, but I kept it after she passed as a reminder of the love I never got to see them in, as a child.

Until We Close Our Eyes For Good

☬ Contents of Suitcase ☬

→ 4 sets of white v-neck short sleeve t-shirts, 2 tank tops, 4 pairs of bras
→ 5 sets of jeans (2 blue, 3 black), 5 pairs of underwear
→ 8 pairs of socks
→ hair brush, a bar of soap, small bottles of conditioner and shampoo
→ 1 small body towel and a single washcloth
→ toothbrush, toothpaste, and small bottle of mouthwash
→ Notebook journal with 2 black ink pens and one red ink pen
→ Collapsible water/food bowl for Coyote
→ Kel-Tec SU-16B (green)
→ Tavor SAR-16 (custom white)

☬ Contents of Carry-On Bag ☬

→ "Light" reading. 'Wolf by Wolf' by Ryan Graudin
→ 2 Dasani water bottles
→ Bag of trail mix and a couple dog bones for Coyote
→ 1 packaged turkey sandwich bought from food court
→ a stuffed animal wolf of my son's that he wanted me to bring, so I could give it back to him when I come home
→ iPod Touch & Earphones
→ Knife
→ Concealed handgun. Beretta M9.

☬ Business or Pleasure? ☬

A bit of both, I guess. I got on this plane to Beijing for some business with some old Marine buddies of mine who reside in China.

☬ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☬

You can say I'm quite the outdoorsman. Before I was in the Marines, I went camping quite often. No bull crap camping, either. Pitching a tent, laying under the stars, making a campfire, defending your camp from bears and coons, kind of camping. All of it. Hiking is also a hobby of mine. My son loves going with me, too.

[Azaria Blue]

☠ Kiki ☠

Rebekka (Kiki) Ida Williams

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”There is no exquisite beauty...without some strangeness in the proportion,” -Edgar Allan Poe
Hello Kitty - Avril Lavigne | Lilly Allen - F😸ck You

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The Bones

🐰 Full-Birth Given Name 🐰

Rebekka Ida Williams

🐼 Preferred Name | Nickname 🐼

Kiki

💋 Sex Identification 💋

Female - Bisexual

🚼 Established In 🚼

19 July 1995 - Age 20

💔 Someone Back Home 💔

My cats, but my mum’s taking care of ‘em

🎧 Also Knowing 🎧

After graduating high school at the age of 16 she attended college for four years, double majoring in biology and ecology/evolution/conservation. During this time she was recruited as a field scientist and spent her last three summers in Africa a to work on an evolution project. Her sector mostly handled Zimbabwe and Botswana.
She speaks fluent English and Swedish as well as medical latin, although she’d like to learn more.

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The Meat

☔ Personality ☔

Kiki doesn’t give a f😸ck. Despite what people might think by her appearance, Kiki is an intelligent and successful human being. She graduated high school early and has earned marks toward being a scientist. She’s even a greenie, eating organic, recycling and is a fan of Green ideas. Green is the new pink. Pink is the new black.
Besides studying, she enjoys quite a bit of music and art, which is how she came across her style. She could never choose if she wanted to be frilly and girly or black and moody so she chose both! She can both scoff with disgust and giggle like a schoolgirl without feeling out of character.

👽 Quirks | Habits 👽

Chewing on pens
Counting to 4 over and over again, steps, breaths and such
Sometimes what she touches in a certain way she feels like she needs to do the same with the other hand

😃 Likes & Dislikes 😨

✔ Science/Knowledge
✔ Discovery
✔ Cats
✔ Cute things!
✔ Cupcakes
✔ Telling people exactly what she’s thinking
✔ Seeing people’s face when they find out what she’s like

✖ Being ignored
✖ Stupidity
✖ People who think that they’re “normal”
✖ Judging by outer appearances
✖ Being told what to do
✖ Pineapples on pizza. Fight me.

💄 In-Depth Appearance 💄

In short, Kiki looks like an angry ball of cotton candy. Her teased, curled up locks of hair stand out from her head and rest on her shoulders. Her dark makeup and plushy pink lips round out the look. Her skin is fair and she has no visible tattoos when wearing regularly fitting clothes. She is short, only about 5’2” but her thick boots boost her an inch. She’s thin, but not bony, weighing about 115lbs. Perhaps the reason that she dresses up her body so much is the fact that she is uncomfortable with it. Her torso is unproportionally long and adversely that makes her legs a bit shorter, adding to the effect that she is stubby. She’s learned to not care and just wear cute skirts instead.
On flight:
Black, oversized jumper - Picture of cat, “Black cats steal hearts not souls”
Spaghetti strap shirt - Floral
Pink, ripped jeans that you can see the socks under
Long socks - Black with pink skulls all the way up
Combat boots - Black
Fingerless gloves - Black
Three thin necklaces of different lengths
Skeleton earrings
Large, round sunglasses - Pink rims
Small black wristlet - ID, Papers, Passport, Money, Cards
Ribbon in hair
Headphones and old iPod nano

👢 Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. 👢

She usually wears chokers, but necklaces are nice, too. Sometimes a ring, bracelet or earrings are thrown into the bunch but she always wears a thin, silver toe ring from her sister.
Tattoos: Abandoned building in moonlight-Right shoulder, Skull with roses exploding from it-Right side ribcage, Cat with floral crown-Left thigh,Galaxy-colored moon-back of neck.

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The Skin

☣ Contents of Suitcase ☣

To her dismay, most of her (boring) clothing would be provided. They’d tie her up in beige, weather-appropriate clothes and things less offensive to the area. Because of this, she only bothered to pack one of her own outfits along with underwear, an extra sports bra, plain black t-shirts, extra boots and her supplies inside of their own seperate briefcase. She didn’t even bring a cell phone or bother to apply for a weapons permit for the hold as these would all be on-site for her. The only actual “survival” item she bothered to take was a cute canteen that she found with black cats all over it.

Equipment

• Plastic tubes with lids and swabs for samples
• Water testing supplies
• Small, low-powered microscope
• Glass slides
• More detailed reading about species of animals and plants in the area
• Notecards on tribes and words in their language with a phonetic helper (Hello, I am not dangerous, I am studying nature etc)
• Isopropyl alcohol
• Agar plates, powdered agar and a single-plate incubator with swabs
• College-ruled notebook - .5 inch thick
• Small, 2-ounce dropper vials of hydrochloric acid, ascorbic acid, indophenol, Lugol's iodine etc inside of a bulletproof case
• Test tubes

💼 Contents of Carry-On Bag 💼

Backpack of Doom:

Backpack of Doom

• Comfy sleeping gown - Skeleton design
• Small makeup bag - Lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, powder. Pencils and pens in here, too.
• Field guide, important notes on species - Book, 2.5 inch thick hardback
• Daily journal with ample room for writing - Pink and black stripes
• Digital Camera
• Wristlet with papers, ID etc.
• Solar charger - Can charge her phone in about 5 hours and the camera in 8-12

🍖 Business or Pleasure? 🍖

Business. As an upcoming and knowledgeable biologist, she has been hired toward medicinal advancement involving Tibet. The locals have a surprisingly low number of deaths and diseased persons so her company has sent her to gather what she can in the next three months.

☼ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☽

Although well-acquainted with both, she was last in Africa so she’s a bit sick of it. She’s looking forward to being shut into meetings, labs and monasteries for the first week. Although, that will wear on her as well and she’ll probably enjoy getting dirt on her hands and making rad discoveries.

❤ Role Play Sample ❤

Chaos in the Sky

Kiki stood outside of her apartment and chewed her gum as she waited. The taxi from her company should come any minute now. She shifted her weight to her toes and then back to her heels again impatiently. She had already said goodbye to everyone yesterday and pretended that she was leaving just after the party. This was not true, she got a good night's sleep before waking up at 4am to stand outside in the fog for a taxi. Finally, at 04:15 a blue taxi with no light on top pulled around the corner, she waved and they slowly pulled up beside her and rolled the window down. She pulled her headphones around her neck and leaned forward.
“Excuse me, do you know if a Ms.Williams lives here?” a man said in fairly good Swedish as he looked up into the windows above.

She scoffed, “That would be me. Do you see anyone else standing outside with luggage?” she held out her arms, both she and the driver were flabbergasted.
“My apologies, Miss!” he quickly jumped from his seat and met her on the sidewalk, “It’s just, I usually pick up doctors and biologists for this company,” he chuckled, the faintest smell of aftershave on the middle-aged man’s cheeks. “Are you the daughter of someone in the company? If I would have known I would have never made you wait, Miss Will-”
The man stood up as he heard a door shut. She was already sitting in the back with her headphones cupping her ears again. He sighed and placed her carry-on in the back before returning to his seat. She watched with her head resting on the cool window as they drove through the sleepy town. She had only been in her hometown for two weeks but it felt like a lifetime of suffering and enduring her family and their questions. It was quite annoying to explain what she was doing and what she found over and over again and in a simplistic way that they could understand. She was glad to be on the road again.

The neatest thing about going with a company rather than a research team was that she had a card of magic, otherwise known as a credit card. She could use it on essentially anything she wanted, so long as it applied to the mission. If she spent an ungodly amount of money they might look into it but they are covering all of her food, boarding and other various expenses for this trip. Not to mention, she’d be staying with some incredible scientists to work alongside them and learn from them. They’d lead her through everything from their labs to the mountains, teaching her how to make discoveries of her own. Sure, companies were more about finding a use for a discovery but that just added another element to this trip. She was at work, working and it was too good to be true. She bounced as they drove over a bump and groaned. It was an hour ride to the airport and she doesn’t want to think about the amount of time she will spend on a plane.

She didn’t know when she fell asleep but the slowing of the car pulled her out of the light snooze. Her headphones had fallen off of her head and rested on her shoulders. The man was speaking English with someone outside the car. She sat up and leaned forward to see a man in a suit peering back at her, “Ah, you must be Miss Williams!” he was rather obviously American or had spent a lot of time in the country.
She kept a stone cold look, “Yes, that’s me. And you are?” she paused the song that was blaring around her neck.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Dr.Andrew Jones. I’ll be briefing you on your stay in Tibet and prepping you. I’ll also be a kind of chaperone,” his smile was so warm it nearly seemed genuine. She just looked at him, deciding to keep her mouth shut. After a moment he clapped his hands together once and walked to the other side of the cab to open her door. She rolled out of the car and walked past him, slinging her backpack over her shoulders. The driver shuffled to the back of the car and gathered her luggage.

It was a long, gruelling wait as she waited for the plane. Dr.Jones here seemed to be able to talk for hours on end. He talked about his family, how he had two little girls,
“The little one’s Sarah, she’s just two,” he pointed to the little girl chewing on a stuffed dog’s ear, “And this is Hannah, she’s six and can already read quite well,”
How he had worked in Tibet for years,
“Beautiful country, Tibet. We’re going to have to take you to the mountains with us, breathtaking views,”
And odd little quirks including a love for birds.
This funny little guy is a hoopoe, and this is the Golden Pheasant, took the picture in western China while working on a blood-clotting plant. Oh and this is the crowned crane, and…

She had to admit, his ambition and energy were inspiring. She didn’t admit it, but she had taken a liking to this guy. Soon they were called to board the plane and found their seats in business class. It was pretty much like coach but with slightly more leg room and you get your food before coach. As she passed the members of coach she saw their grumpy faces, tiredness, and just a general hatred of being here. She noticed some staring, and even what appeared to be American armed service members, judging by the clothing.
She had the privilege of sitting next to the window and having her new guardian on the outside. After her stomach twisted at their ascent, her nerves finally calmed down and they to speak again. And they would be just Dr.Jones.

After some polite conversation, he smacked his lips together, “I almost forgot. I know you passed all of the exams and signed the papers but there’s one last step. I have to quiz you about a few things just to make sure you’re prepared,”
Kiki nods once and slides to turn towards him, pausing her music. He pulls out notecards, “Can you identify this plant?”
“That’s buckwheat,” she said plainly, he asked if it was edible, “Yes, of course. It’s a wheat,” she shook her head. She wondered if this entire “test” would be like this.
“Mustard, edible. Tea leaves, edible. Jasmine, edible. Are you just trying to make me hungry?”
She smiled and they both chuckled. After their test of basic flora, fauna, Buddhism, and geography was over he smiled and turned the paper around, “Not bad, 85%. Pretty average score. Just sign here,” He pointed to a small x at the bottom, “Now you’re officially on the team! Welcome.”

About this time the attendants came around with snacks and drink. After getting in some cheese and crackers with juice she rolled to the side and crumpled a pillow under her neck and dozed off. At some point during the flight she awoke to food on her table again. She looked over to a sleeping Dr.Jones and gladly ate her now-cold pasta and lukewarm salad. She drank down the water, passed the refuse to an attendant and fell back asleep.

An unnerving feeling grew through her stomach. She awoke and clutched at her middle, certain that she had food poisoning. She took off her headphones but it took her a few moment to understand the commentary above her. She looked around, dazed as an orange thing comes toward her face. She looked to Dr.Jones and saw an oxygen mask on him. The pressure in the air didn’t feel like it had dropped, her ears didn’t hurt too bad but the deep dips of the plane flipped her stomach over. Dr.Jones spoke loudly to her, “Bend over and put your arms behind your head, like this!” he proceeded to show her, sitting over in his seat and creating a shell over himself. She immediately copied him just as the plane took another dip, feeling like they were now driving over a very gravely road at a high speed. She gagged and winced as the pressure changed, her ears feeling like they might explode. The dip down hadn’t evened out like it had before, instead getting bumpier and throwing them around violently.

Kiki held on tight to herself but suddenly felt a large arm pull her over and a heavy weight on top of her before the disorienting feeling of tipping filled her body she panicked and then everything went dark at once.

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[TalijaKey]

Angelino Fabbro

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Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes ... but no plans. -Peter F. Drucker
REM - Everybody Hurts | New Perspective- Panic! at the disco

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Basic

{} Full-Birth Given Name {}

Angelino Lapo Fabbro

{} Preferred Name | Nickname {}

Angelino. To close friends and family goes as Lapo as well.

{} Sex Identification {}

Male bi

{} Established In {}

Age: 36
Birthday: 14 January

{} Someone Back Home {}

Divorced for a year. Has a 6 year old boy, named Daniel. Staying with the mother. He sees him regularly.

{} Also Knowing {}

At the end of high school Angelino suffered depression. He went to college to satisfy his parents. Yet it was the collage surrounding where he got in touch with people who approached life differently. He was exposed to meditation, new age, lucid dreaming and others. During his freshman year he relaxed and opened himself up. Having several short lived relationships with both genders. Experimenting with everything offered during this time he got a tattoo of his soul animal on his shoulder blade.
During the end of his second year though he realized he wanted to finish college and find a job that would let him travel. So he put his mind to it and started catching up with school. He finished it on time and pleased with himself starting a life full of possibilities he tried to make it on his own. But quickly realized that its not easy having his own business. Lack of money h=made him search a job in a bigger company. That worked out.

On one of his days off in a club he meet his wife. It was a passionate love, fast and like a tornado. Things moved fast and faster and in two years since he first meet her he proposed and they got married. It was a blissful time. But thinking back there were signs it wouldnt work out. He ignored them. Once their son Daniel was born, Angelino throw himself head first into being a good father, yet he couldnt be there as much as he wanted. He traveled a lot, thanks to his job. The times he was home though always felt restrictive. His wife wanted to know everything, and lacked trust. Not listening and becoming more and more demanding. Angelino would think back wondering if he should have done more? But what more could he do? He couldnt figure the answer out.

When their boy was 4 years old things failed apart. Angelino felt suffocating, as he payed attention to every word he spoke and the way he spoke it to please his love. In a burst of daring, rebelling, wanting to hurt her and alcohol he slept with a man. Not any man but a work collage from his wife job. It was a discovery for his wife that he swung both ways. She tried to fix him and their relationship. Angelino went along feeling like the biggest ass and jerk for what he did to her and his son. A year so long they tried but it only got worse.

The divorce followed. And Angelino decided to pull himself away from it all. Five weeks after divorce when he was visiting Daniel his now ex wife introduced him to her new boyfriend. A younger man by a few years, and looking upstanding. Angelino didnt allow himself to think anything of that. Or how fast it happened. He just let it be as it is. Refocusing on finding out what he wants from now on in his life. Now a year later he is sure he is over his ex, and healed enough to look at the world positively again.

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About

{} Personality {}

Angelino takes care of his time, its just so many hours given to each of us it would be a crime wasting them. He is punctual person. Yet he is not a person who stress over things. Preferring to not burden himself with that, instead looking at the rational or practical side of situations. This at times makes him look cruel or cold to others. Even if thats far from truth. He has talent for learning languages and up till now he speaks english, mandarin, italian fluently. As a bunch of other languages understand and speaks enough for basic communications. He listen to his gut feeling on occasion and considers it in his decision making. As a child he dreamed of becoming a adventure. He did end up traveling the world, but an adventure he doesnt want any longer. Life is hard enough without aliens and dragons.

{} Quirks | Habits {}

A habit he has is to control his breathing when he feels angry to not let that emotion take over. He tends to pull on the skin of his chin when he is deeply in thoughts. A habit he takes care off is his doing small reality checks, to help with his lucid dreams.

{} Likes & Dislikes {}

+Rock Music
+Scifi and Fantasy shows
+Exploration games, make your own adventure.
+A good book to read in down time
+Likes hot chocolate and tea.
+Prefers a more vegan style of diet, but makes zero problems at eating meat.
+Learning new languages.
+Likes clubs.
-Time wasting
-Soup operas/Pointless drama
-Greasy food
-Rainy days
-Dogs, he prefers cats.

{} In-Depth Appearance {}

He is quite tall, with dark chocolate brown hair, that is resilient to the touch. He keeps it short in a simple and easy to take care off hair style. His eyes are a light brown with a few hints of grey and green. That can be seen in the right light. He is a healthy eater even if he isnt exercising it lead to him be having a fine build. He is most of the time a calm and collected person, during his job time he is always smiling pleasantly and welcoming but at times it doesnt reach his eyes. Off job it a different matter. He isnt afraid to show his emotion on his face. Annoyance, boredom, irritations can all be spotted with quite a easy. Even more so it means when he smiles he truly means it. When he walks he likes to take his time and take the world in, seeing the people around him. He is as well a organised and orderly person who likes to look presentable. One can never guess what meeting the life will give you at any time.
At the day of the travel he wears: light brown jacket and warm nice looking black slacks, with a light long sleeve button up shirt under the jacket. He always wears a white undershirt and likes socks with a motive around the rim. His shoes are standard brown dress shoes.

{} Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. {}

A sport watch able to show three time zones. One is always set at home.

A small tattoo on his right shoulder blade.

And if this pic doesnt work then here is an alternative design.

That is a thing he is not happy his student self did. Still he left it. At times forgetting he even has it.

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Travel on

{} Contents of Suitcase {}

A suit for business meeting.
Pajama, sets of undergarments and socks.
The book Clockwork Orange, which he finnish reading.
A set of cloths for going out in less formal occasions.
Set of light clothing for warmer weather.
And a cap and scarf for colder, as well as an umbrella.
The bathroom hygiene that isnt allowed in the carry on bag.
A extra pair of shoes.
Hair dryer and a second pair of towels.

{} Contents of Carry-On Bag {}

A handbag.
-Documents folder
-Work laptop and charger/adapters
-A Den Simon book
-A thicker shirt for changing.
-A pair of jeans
-A set of clean underwear (because he had experience with losing bags.)
-Basic hygiene and a towel

{} Business or Pleasure? {}

Business trip. He was looking up location for moving productions for the company he is working on. Calculating costs and trying to spot the cheapest place with best benefits.

{} Indoor or Outdoor Type? {}

Angelino is more of an indoor person. But thanks to his family and the traditional yearly camping trips, that he grow up with, he knows a few things. Well more like he remembers from his childhood a few things.

{} Role Play Sample {}

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Angelino dreamt. He knew so much when he was in the dream. Speaking to a person and enjoying the sea wind and warm sun. It didnt matter who it was in the end, just that they were there. The sky a deep blue melting away with the blue of the sea. He smiled, the feeling of peace and happiness was overflowing. Turning around he shared a glass of wine with the person, who just culdnt keep a stable form. Only wearing a white button up and khaki pants. He knew he couldnt decide what he wanted. A year later and he still couldnt. It didnt matter in his dream.

A thunder cut the clear sky and Lapo sighed. Promising to return once more. Opening his eyes he was greeted to the darkness and the buzzing of his alarm. He was a lucid sleeper. And Angelino would always be happy towards his student self for learning that skill. He replayed the dream in his mind for a few moments. That done he sat up rubbing his face. He had to catch a plane. His hotel room appearing slightly strange in the darkness. Feeling uncomfortable he turned the lights on and hurried himself to the morning routine.

Dressed he checked his briefcase. Looking at the papers he needed for his job. Finding good and cheep locations to move productions over. Making the deals in countries all across the world. Ensuring his company would get the best cut. It was a good paying job and traveling the world sounds cool in theory. In pracsis, he saw a lot of hotel rooms and tries a lot of hotel food. He wasnt there for his boy or his wife as much as he... He stopped his mind going there. It was done. All documents were in place and he didnt forget any clothing piece either.

The checkout was quick and the taxi didnt let him wait too long in the night. Angelino sat down and the driver did his job. He could see himself in the back mirror. His light brown jacket and warm nice looking black slacks, suited him well. He even got a bit of color in his face. He looked good. His lip curved a bit, he felt good with himself. The songs from radio playing in a foreign tongue he knew little about. "Hey, may I ask how long till the airport?"

"30 to 40. There isnt any traffic at this hour."

Angelino hummed, moments of silence passed before he asked about the mark of the car and started a light conversation with the driver. It was nothing special, just to fill in the time. Angelino noted that the man was a bit his type. He counted that as a positive sign to recovery. They arrived at the airport faster than he noticed. In a good mood he fetched his briefcase and kofer and went down the halls. He knew airports like the back of his pocket. The lady on the ticket booth smiled at him professionally and he moved to where she pointed him. Passport and check in all went smoothly.

Maybe he wondered once he was entering the plane and searching his seat. Maybe my lucky star will shine on me today. He didnt got the window seat, yet he didnt mind. Instead with his eyes he explored the other passengers. Just letting his eyes wander and being relaxed. The plane ride will take quite a while. Maybe he could fetch a gift for Daniel once he lands. That sounded like a good plan, seeing the boy happy smile was worth it.

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[Klaykid]

Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death. - Sun Tzu
Machine Gun Funk - The Notorious B.I.G | Demons - The National

Full-Birth Given Name

Isaac Charles Arnaud

Preferred Name | Nickname

Arnaud

Sex Identification

Male | Heterosexual

Established In

23 Years old | Born February 11

Someone Back Home

Has a mother, father, and little sister back home.

Also Knowing

Born in San Antonio, Texas to a Haitian father and French mother, Isaac was always an ambiguous child to many. He grew up in a stable home environment and an even more stable learning environment. Most would consider is background boring, and they would be right. He never had to struggle in life as his parents were middle class. And though he did not have expensive or fancy things other kids did, he certainly had more in his life than others. He attended the University of Texas at San Antonio but dropped out in his junior year as he absolutely hated being in college. Though it was a disappointment to his parents, they still loved and cared for him.

When he was 21 he joined the United States Army as airborne infantry. His first duty station was Fort Richardson Alaska to the 4th Brigade Combat Team (Airborne) 25th Infantry Division. There, he learned many things from basic arctic survival to airborne and infantry operations. It is also here that he developed many of the 'fine' habits he carries today (such as excessive smoking, complaining, and cursing like a madman).

Personality

On the outside Isaac Arnaud is just a regular guy. Helpful to a certain degree and will always lend a hand if asked to. He will not bother others unless provoked and is not afraid of resorting to violence to solve problems. But he prefers to keep things civil between himself and others. Isaac does not believe in babysitting people and is annoyed easily by those who have no motivation to help themselves. On the inside Isaac is a very arrogant person who keeps his thoughts to himself. He believes himself to be above others physically, but knows mentally he is likely at the bottom of the totem poll. Think of him as a closeted asshole.

Quirks | Habits

Likes to bite the inside of his cheek, spits on the ground when bored, and complains a lot.

Likes & Dislikes
+ Tobacco
+ Energy Drinks
+ Shamming
+ Sleeping In
+ Drinking to Excess
+ Hunting/Fishing
+ Strip Clubs
+ Counting his ETS date
- Effeminate men
- The Weak
- Those Unwilling to Try
- Cold Weather
- The Army
In-Depth Appearance

Isaac stands 6'2 with an athletic body frame from years of physical training in the army. He has large hazel colored eyes and an ambiguous skin tone leaving many wondering what his ethnicity is. His hair is usually cut with a mid-fade, but being on permissive leave has let stubble form on his face. On the flight he wore comfortable clothing consisting of a pair of black jeans, steel-toe hiking boots, a flannel shirt, and a comfortable brown canvas jacket on top.

Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc.

He has a cheap watch on his left wrist that's set to 24 hour time.

Contents of Suitcase

Five pairs of clothes, extra sets of socks and undergarments, a few winter jackets here and there, laptop plus charger, and a Bowie knife from home locked in a strong box.

Contents of Carry-On Bag

Black SOC backpack with a single complete set of clothes, fifty feet of 550 cord tied in a daisy chain, ID tags, ID card, leave form, phone and charger, zippo lighter (somehow made it past security), cigarettes and dip.

Business or Pleasure?

Pleasure, returning to place of duty from leave.

Indoor or Outdoor Type?

Outdoors. Loves to hike, fish, and hunt. No experience rock climbing or hunting with a bow.

Role Play Sample

If there was one thing Isaac wanted to do, returning back to base was last on that list. He sighed heavily as he took his seat near the window and attempted to mentally prepare himself for the days ahead of him. He got lucky his command approved his leave form to attend his friend's destination wedding (an expensive one at that) and he knew he was all out of favors. At least his friends from his unit were waiting for him to return back home. Barracks life sucks, but when you have good people around you, it can make your time in the army a pleasurable one (even if there is no pleasure about being in the army). His hazel eyes glanced out the window beside him observing the tarmac. Thoughts of static line jumps popped into his head further increasing his sense of oncoming dread.

His expiration term of service was coming up, and despite the opportunities the Army Career and Alumni Program provides, he has no idea what exactly he wants to do once he gets out of the military. Thoughts of reenlisting popped up in his mind, but his days of doing dumb things in the name of busy work made him anxious that any next duty station would be any better. But who was he convincing? He knew deep down he would probably try to reenlist for Italy with the 173rd Airborne. His eyes ran through the headlines in the news. Protests, progressive leftism, continuous debates about things he had never concerned himself with confused him. Isaac did not belong in the civilian world, rather, he knew he would have trouble adapting and reintegrating himself back in the land of the free. He was used to the concrete and predictable structure the army provided. And as much as he complains about the army, he was familiar with it.

Images of being out of place in the country he swore to protect terrified him to a great extent. The feeling that he had not done enough with his life, that he wasted precious years fighting in a hellhole with nothing to show for it, caused deep thoughts of inadequacy to plague his mind. If he were to be honest, he felt like he was left behind. Friends from college and high school were already beginning great careers, traveling the world, getting married, and building their families. It made his own life feel pathetic in comparison. What did he have to show for it? A few combat deployments and a whole lot of bad memories. Isaac is definitely skipping his high school reunion.

“I just want to disappear,” he thought.

[Pilatus]

Coleman Lee Stephens

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Up there the world is divided into bastards and suckers. Make your choice. -Derek Robinson, Piece of Cake, 1983
{Into the Black} by {Neil Young}
{Hearts Burst Into Fire} by {Bullet For My Valentine}

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This Is Your Captain Speaking

{} Full-Birth Given Name {}

Coleman Lee Stephenson

{} Preferred Name | Nickname {}

Cole

{} Sex Identification {}

Male, hetero

{} Established In {}

June 6, 1985, 31-years-old

{} Someone Back Home {}

Has one younger sister back home, Jessica, and both parents still alive.

{} Also Knowing {}

Hailing from north Florida, Cole grew up around aircraft and was carried by the interest from an early age. College and thoughts of later joining the military as an officer tempted him in his teens, but he simply never felt a true calling to it, too many hassles. After attaining his private pilot’s license he set out on his own to gain experience and hours feeling his first call of the wild flying light aircraft in Alaska. He crashed his first plane and gained his commercial license and twin engine rating in the lower fjords before moving on to flying scientists, tourists and equipment in the Australian Outback. Higher pay, new scenery and allure of unfamiliar aircraft brought him to a small airline serving the Tibetan Wilderness. He’s been in the left seat flying various cargo and passengers for about four years over Tibet and has a good reputation with airline’s regular customers and native people.

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You Know You’ve Arrived

{} Personality {}

Cole has a very gruff air about him and standing next to a dirty, overworked, aircraft one could tell that he was the captain even without his wings on. He’s very aware of himself and likes the gritty vibe that others get from him, like an old sailor, he enjoys the fact that he normally smells of exhaust fumes and worn upholstery. It’s an effect that he’s worked for years to achieve (and faked in his early career) and within the last few years, really feels like he’s come into: The vision of a man doing what he was meant to do. He’s very perfectionistic and detail oriented sometimes to the annoyance of others. Also a bit of a procrastinator, Cole has found, in his view, that many don’t meet up to his expectations, so he tends to place low standards on people to avoid feeling disappointed. He has a very short nerve for political conversations and likes to publicly voice how glad he is to be out of the United States and in the middle of nowhere when prompted, sometimes to the embarrassment of others.

{} Quirks | Habits {}

-Walks with an odd swagger, some may even call it a limp, it is highlighted by the sound of his keys jingling from the carabiner on his belt-loop. He thinks it came from a back injury he got while crash-landing a Cessna a few years ago. He doesn’t notice it.
-Sets his alarm clock to wake him up only in minutes that are prime numbers.
-Talks to himself, more often and more audibly the more frustrated he gets.
-Has an unusual mixed accent/dialect of Southern United States, Alaskan and Australian from his careers and travels.
-Very observant of coordination in people’s wardrobe choices, can’t stand mismatched colors or lack of symmetry.

{} Likes & Dislikes {}

+ Flying
+ Hitting Golf Balls
+ Caffeine – Hot Tea or Coffee
+ Books
+ Sarcasm
+ Tinkering/Fixing things
+ Conspiracy Theories (the crazier the better)
+ Flirting
- Politics
- Fingers being pointed at him (the physical action)
- Seafood
- Sports
- Television
- Looking for things
- Women with attitude
- Being a passenger

{} In-Depth Appearance {}

Cole stands about 5’11” and is of a well-built body type. He tries to work out fairly regularly and most people would comment that he takes decent care of himself. He has some visible muscle definition around his arms and midsection. Forearms are very taught from handling control surfaces for years. Women tend to notice that he has one green and one brown eye that are sullen from years of scanning horizons and searching for dirt runways in the bush. There are already visible lines showing around the edges. Facial features are proportionally framed, but he has a slight hereditary crook in his nose. There’s often a layer of stubble every other day as daily shaving aggravates his nickel allergy. Hair is naturally curly and often tousled to one side or the other from a slight widow’s peak and can get unruly from time to time. He only gets a haircut about every two to three months.

Overall his appearance has a growing look of weather to it. Some gray hairs are visible occasionally and the tan of his skin has a certain view of transition from the last vestiges of youth to worn outdoorsman.

At the time of the crash, he would have been wearing a black compression undershirt, a white button down short-sleeve shirt with the collar loosely protruding from a black sweatshirt that has his wings and the company logo screen-printed on the front left chest matching his four, gold captain’s stripes sewn onto the shoulders. Dark gray cargo pants with leather belt, black socks and hiking boots would round it out.

{} Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. {}

He has no distinguishing marks or piercings, hands carry a few noticeable scars and past burns that are visible upon closer inspection, but nothing serious. He wears a $50 “aviator” watch his mom gave him years ago that keeps good time, the standard pilot’s gold/metal-framed, clichéd sunglasses, an old, worn blue Dehavilland Canada baseball cap and a hiking carabiner clipped to his belt loop with various keys.

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When The Nosewheel’s Behind You

{} Contents of Suitcase {}

Since he’s flying the plane, he would not have a suitcase, these are the logical contents of a “normal” bush plane as far as safety traveling equipment based on setting and typical dispatch prior to picking up the unexpected passenger service:
- (1) Tarp
- (1) Basic Tube Tent
- (2) Ponchos
- (1) Box of Heavy Duty Garbage Bags
- (2) Bottle of Iodine Crystals
- (3) Box of Basic Survival Rations (week supply)
- (1) Large Medical Kit
- (1) Leatherman
- (1) Knife Sharpener
- (1) Survival Saw
- (4) Chemical Light Sticks
- (2) Emergency Blankets
- (1) Flashlight
- (2) Flares
- (1) Whistle
- (2) Roll Toilet Paper
- (2) Roll Duct Tape
- (1) Roll Heavy Duty Aluminum Foil
- (1) Roll Parachute Cord
- (1) Box of Gallon Zipper-Lock Freezer Bags
- (1) Empty Coffee Can
- (1) Signal Mirror
- (1) Flint and Steel Fire Starter (pocket-size)
- (1) Aviation Survival Spark-Lite Kit

{} Contents of Carry-On Bag {}

These are the items he would carry for himself on any flight:
- (1) Locking Fold Out Knife, Non-Serrated
- (1) Complete Change of Clothes
- (2) Protein Bars
- (1) Golf Driver and a Few Balls
- (1) Book He’s Currently Reading Hornet’s Sting by Derek Robinson
- (1) Satellite Phone
- (1) Metal Case Clipboard (Containing the “Ship’s Papers” various printouts of the Flightplan, Weather, Alternates, Aircraft State, Fuel Planning, Departure Planning, and Takeoff Data)

{} Business or Pleasure? {}

Business. He’s flying the plane.

{} Indoor or Outdoor Type? {}

Outdoors, though he’s not a “survivalist” by any means, he has had adequate training to suit his chosen profession:
+ FAA Basic Survival Training For General Aviation
+ ETI Pilot & Aircrew Survival Training for Hot and Cold Environments

{} Role Play Sample {}

Sample

It was just a little too quiet. Not that the Tibetan plateau was normally the setting of a lot of excitement. When the wind was calm on some days a person would have to truly strain just to hear any sound. Cole liked it that way. He was about as far away from drama as was possible, save for Antarctica, maybe. He mused on the thought of giving that a shot once he was tired of this job. No, things were too quiet because the dispatch office hadn’t called in several hours which normally meant they were plotting something. He looked down at the satellite phone that was clipped to his side. Only the time was displayed and no calls.

Behind him, unloading was underway; the great clamshell side-doors of the BT-67, a completely rebuilt, turbo-prop converted World War Two era Douglas DC-3, were wide open and being carefully unloaded with specialized ramps. Whatever it was, they were being exceptionally gentle with it. The meager staff of the high altitude observatory was certainly glad to receive it. The manifest had only listed it as, “Scientific Equipment, Extremely Fragile” and he reckoned it had something to do with the telescope’s lenses. They’d had to wait for a day of perfect weather to fly it out.

The “driving-range” as he had nicknamed the location was an improved dirt strip straddled by a huge, bulbous observatory and its connected support buildings. It had been a regular stop for years, but recently Cole regarded it as a bit of a drag. The current staff of the station was fairly anti-social compared to those that had cycled in before them. Hardly a word was said any time he stopped and they showed little interest in learning how the station had got its unofficial nickname, given by him, naturally. He pressed a tee and ball into the ground, squared his shoulders with the club and sent the ball rocketing out over the rock escarpments in one swift motion down, down thousands of feet to the lower plain. He watched it go for a moment before turning back to his first officer, Xi, who was managing the brew-up under the nose of the aircraft. Xi seemed to sense Cole looking for some form of approval and grinned widely from behind his sunglasses giving two thumbs up as the steam rose from the teapot.

“Bollocks” Cole replied. “No finesse at all, Xi. I drive the ball like a bulldozer, no placement on the green.”

Xi shrugged, unsure what to say. He was sure that Captain Stephens was quite mad.

Cole shook his head and put another ball and tee into the ground. He reminded himself that Xi was new to the roster and only spoke enough good English to make the radio calls. He squared his shoulders yet again, aiming to work a little finesse into his backswing as the phone erupted midway through the motion with its high-pitched monotone squeal. “Bloody hell…” He said and cursed under his breath. The ball sliced off the end of the club flying nearly perpendicular to where he was standing, but with a nice arch this time. He flipped the antenna up and put the device next to his ear. “This is Captain Stephens…” He tried, very poorly, not to sound annoyed.

“Captain, I see you are still at the ‘driving range’?” A polite female voice said through the other end. “Have you finished unloading?”

Cole was already halfway back to the plane and glancing under the wing to see how the station staff was coming along. “Just about, what’ve ya got?” He prayed it wasn’t anything too bad this time.

“Air China has diverted a flight to Gunsa due to engine failure. They are chartering out the passengers and we have a lucrative passenger service to Lhasa we can run in a combi.” By, “combi” she meant picking up passengers and cargo simultaneously. It was a pretty big score in aviation accounting.

Cole glanced at his watch. Each head would be worth a handsome sum for sure, but it would be at least an hour flight south to get them after they reloaded here. They would then have to refuel in Gunsa, load the cargo and board the passengers, then fly another three hours back to Lhasa. It would be dark by the time he even made the landing pattern. “I don’t have a flight attendant.” He said smartly knowing one would be required by International Civil Aviation regulations. He really didn’t feel like dealing with people today.

“We have an attendant at Gunsa who just finished up her rest period for you and needs to return to Lhasa.” The voice replied cheerfully.

Cole was ready; “Doubt I have enough seats on board right now.” The BT-67 offered removable seats in the cabin that could be stowed to increase cargo capacity. Since Cole rarely hauled a full load of passengers he only kept the minimum extra seating on board to keep the weight down.

“Luckily we have extra seating available for you!” She was very chipper this time.

Cole pursed his lips a little and placed a hand on the cold wing of the aircraft feeling the rivets under his fingers. He didn’t really have any other excuses. Who the bloody hell would want to ride in this thing? “Alright, tell them we’ll be down in a minute.” He groaned shaking his head.

“Fantastic! Thank you Captain Stephens! Please hurry down safely!” The girl chirped.

“Yeah, don’t mention it.”

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