Erklings25

Room Number 405 (Accepting)

Interested!

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@Cassowarysaur Two socially awkward geniuses stuck on an island. Either they'll form a stable democracy, the power will go to their heads and they'll plot to take over the world, or they'll split the island into factions and have an all out war.

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Warren Clarington

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Warren slid away from the woman, staring intensely, almost daring her to move her leg. He leaned over the side of the boat, paddling it forwards. It wasn't moving very fast, but it was still moving. That was the main thing. His usual look of intensity turned to one of bemusement as the shark they were all anticipating turned out to be a dolphin. And as Aidan suddenly became the king of the dolphins, he almost smiled. Almost. He wasn't quite ready for that kind of self expression yet.

He looked over his shoulder at Annette, glowering slightly. "I guess you're the girl who cried shark, aren't you? Maybe if it was a squid you would have been more accurate. Minecrafters love their squids right?" He turned away and added "And, no, I don't think you're too old. For Minecraft, that is. What are you, twenty? Definitely not too old."

As he grew closer to Sandy, he leaned over the edge even more, risking toppling into the water. He reached out to grab her, getting a hold of her arm, managing to find that elusive strength again and to pull her out of the water. "Welcome aboard, soldier." He said, pressing two fingers to his temple and saluting. "I take it you weren't mercilessly ravaged by the big scary dolphin?"

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@Cassowarysaur Dude, he already looks like the perfect companion for Ren.

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Warren Clarington

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Warren didn't turn around to face Aidan, he was too busy concentrating on the woman's leg wound. It didn't appear to be infected, but these foreign waters were probably infected. "A med student? Not exactly. I'm a criminologist. In training, that is. But I've done enough first aid courses to know how to handle an injury." He turned around to face Aidan. What about his head? Oh, yes the wound. The bleeding. That. He coolly shrugged it off, deciding to return to the matter at hand. Sure, the cut hurt like hell, if he concentrated on other things, surely he wouldn't notice.

As the other man pushed himself onto the boat, Warren shot him a simple, conservative nod. Too many people were popping up from the water it seemed. Like they were all nymphs, or naiads. "Gentlemen. I hate to be the realist, but where we are will not change things. As long as we have food and we know that we can signal any planes that fly over we should be a-okay." His attention once again shifted as he heard a female voice. A female who seemed to care only for her creeper. It was kind of cute, but a bit odd. Well, more than a bit.

As Aidan slid out the boat, requesting assistance to help him rescue the stranded girl he shook his head. Nope, that did not help the pain relief in the slightest. "Count me out. I don't think the bleeding guy will stop a shark attack." He suddenly turned on the girl with the injured leg, rolling his eyes. "Oh, hell. Come here!" He muttered, pushing her back down onto the boat. Maybe he seemed rather abrupt, but she needed to look after herself. He patted her in the shoulder, a signal to stay down, before lifting her ingured leg, getting onto he knees, resting it on his shoulder. He moved down to a box position, didn't want her to tear a muscle. "You want to heal faster? Then you gotta keep that leg elavated. And give me back my tie when you're done with it, ok?"

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@Fuji Haha, thanks. He's the absolute worst, but he has his priorities sorted.

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Let's get this thing started!!!

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Warren Clarington

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All he could remember was looking at his watch and deciding he was finally back on schedule. Finally. After almost two days of plane hopping he was back on track. Ready to back to good old Nevada, where he grew up. Then a sensation of falling. His head wildly flailing backwards, striking itself on the window of the plane. A cracking noise, a severe pain. And then blackness.

He woke to find himself in a plane wreck. Almost underwater. The situation was unbelievable. It took Warren a moment to comprehend the situation. But as soon as he realised, he took action. He had already smashed some of the window, surely he could break it some more. He bent his wrist, smashing open the weakened window with the surface of his watch. He decided he would regret that rescission later, but he didn't care. His task possessed him so much he didn't realise that his head was wounded. Nothing fatal, but it wasn't just a paper cut. As the window shattered, he harnessed some unkown force and paddled to the surface, almost as if some dead Jedi was telling him to "Use the force, Ren."

Only as he rose to the surface did he notice the pain in his head. Some of the water around him was dark. It was blood. He quickly put a hand to his head, as he pulled it away did he realise it was his. He quickly became worried, he couldn't see any land. What if he was stuck here forever and no one would know he was gone. It was almost symbolic in a way. He was stirred from his thoughts to hear a whistle blow thrice. A cry of "Anybody out there!" followed. He paddled in the direction of the sound. Eventually he came across a small raft. "Good afternoon." He said cordially, grabbing the side of the boat and hauling himself over. He looked at the man in the boat, nodding slightly before turning to the woman. "I take it you just found her. Otherwise you would have bandaged that leg, correct?" He quickly took off his tie, binding it around her wound, leaning over her to check if she had any other injuries. He didn't say anything else. The most important thing was to get to shore.

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@Vlad P You're new? Welcome to the guild!

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FACE CLAIM: EMILIO ESTEVEZ

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OOC Name: Erklings25
Character Full Name: Warren Clarington
Nickname: Ren

Appearance: Warren has short, slightly fluffy, honey coloured hair, which he tries to keep neat. He has tried to grow a beard, but his endeavours are always in vain. This means he retains something of a baby face. His eyes are a dark blue, though in some lights they are arguably green. His face is ovular, gracefully sloping down to a blunt chin. From the side, his nose looks slightly crooked. His is tall, standing at 5' 11", but not particularly broad shouldered. He usually wears 'preppy' clothing, and the day of the crash was no different. He wore a white shirt, a red tie and blue cardigan. He also wore brown cargo shorts and leather sandals, tailor made for his rather small feet.

Personality: Warren is, in a word, withdrawn. The type who preferred to stay at home with a good book rather than go out clubbing with his friends. This makes him appear antisocial and rather cold. His primary function is logic, and he dislikes people who act without thinking. He has tendency to withdraw into his head in moments of crisis. He like to think things through to a worryingly thorough degree before acting. His lack of 'regular' emotions inspired his desire to be able to get inside of people's heads, which he can do to a worryingly good degree. He is also very blunt, and does not care to spare people on account of them being sensitive.

On the inside, he is a little bit of a nerd, and his bluntness is actually childlike honesty. His cold nature is just a defence mechanism, so people are not able to work their way into his heart and do damage, which is his greatest fear. He gets incredibly lonely, but does not want to let anyone in. This longing for affection but fear to reciprocate it has turned him into a serial womaniser.

A Little History/Background: Warren was coming back from his second year studying a doctorate criminology in Cambridge. After a lot of plane hopping, he finally was back on course to get home. He was back on schedule. Then came the crash.

Accessories: A comb (gotta keep that hair neat) and a cigarette lighter (though he ran out of cigarettes a while ago).