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Hey everyone! Usually I do a bit more for my interest checks but I just wanted to get this idea out/throw brainstorming back and forth between people before really coming up with a solid idea. This are some of my pin points right now though- let me know what you think below :)

- Survivor game show/reality show. There will be 20 contestants split into 2 team and then a free for all once it gets down to 5 players

- There will be tasks you have to complete, however each outcome will be randomized via dice roll

- Inbetween there will be time for you to create alliances/relationships/enemies/etc story tell

- Whichever team wins will be safe for that voting period, the other team will send anonymous votes to vote off the other players

- To make this a little different I will be giving you a random generated weird trait about your character, this will be something to make you go outside your possible writing comfort zone- plus have a little creativity as well. Name, age, appearance, and what you do with this information will be up to you.

ie: A female hunter, a female sculptor, a female mechanic, a male physicist, and a female hat maker.

or

ie: This arrogant, disfigured old person with a strange plant comes from a little town in the hills and lives alone in a converted barn.
―――――――――――――― 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮.
―――――――――――――――――――――― 𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓪𝓽 8 𝓟𝓜 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓣𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂.


N A M E
Dustynn Lee Knight.

A G E
Twenty Three.

A P P E A R A N C E
Dustynn stands very petite at five foot two and weighing less than one hundred and fifteen pounds. Closer to one hundred during her months of "I'm trying hard to cut back man.." which is a nice way of putting: not drinking alcohol and eating fast food every night. She has a head full of naturally curly black hair, that she keeps long and often leaves down. Her eyes are brown which can appear to be black when in the proper lighting. Dusty's enjoys being dolled up, but doesn't put too much effort in to her appearance. She enjoys lipsticks, eyeliners, and eye shadows when appropriate. Her body is littered with many scars and often bruises from her escapades of the past and present. She has yet to get a tattoo, but would love to get a thigh piece one of these days when she comes across the money and the right artwork. Her ears are pierced in several places, mostly done in the bathroom of friend's houses and very uneven.

Another hole is just another hole after all.

Dusty's style is comfort with a splash of grunge. Dustynn is always seen in some type of denim, whether it be skinnies or daisy dukes- she has jeans on. Not too picky with whatever her top is, as long as it doesn't smell too bad from the last time she washed it. Tends to not wear a purse or any type of bag with her, so don't be surprised if she asks you to place her stuff in your pockets or your own bag. Wears accessories often, but nothing worth more than a couple dollars. Wears a watch sometimes, but the battery has long been dead.


H E I G H T
Five foot two.

W E I G H T
One hundred and fifteen.

L I K E S
Swimming.
Pretty drinks with long names.
Spending time with her friends.
Dancing until her legs ache.
Taking naps during all times of the day.
Sending photos on snapchat of random body parts.


D I S L I K E S
Carrying a purse.
When people don't know how to relax.
Early mornings when she hasn't slept at all.
Hangovers that can't be cured with french fries.
Guys who don't text or call the next day.


Q U I R K S
Nightowl.
Doesn't know how to ride a bike.
Chews her nails when she is nervous.
Swears she made out with Morgan Freeman once.
Always has someone elses lighter in her pockets.


Z O D I A C
Gemini: Expressive and quick-witted, Gemini represents two different personalities in one and you will never be sure which one you will face. They are sociable, communicative and ready for fun, with a tendency to suddenly get serious, thoughtful and restless.

S P E C I A L T A L E N T S
Singing.

P R O F E S S I O N
Bartender at Club Aether.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Fun. Carefree. Outgoing. Irresponsible.

Dustynn is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your sandwich while she explains to you why she thinks it'd be a good idea for you to go to the movies with her that night to see some new slasher flick- but she means well. She is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about or something that didn't really happen (ie: don't ask about her Morgan Freeman story). Dusty wants the best for everyone and herself, she just doesn't know how to go about it just yet.


B I O G R A P H Y
Dusty was conceived in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her parents had both been on their honeymoon with their spouses and ended up banging each other's brains out behind Caesar's Palace, or was it a Little Caesar's pizza? Either way, the two lovebirds had put their last relationships in the past and began the whirlwind that was Dustin and Kimberly. A couple years had gone by but as soon as the big P word slipped from doctor's mouth, Dustynn's father had said he had other places to be- and thanks for the good time, it was fun. He even left a "Get well soon" card on the dresser, with about twelve dollars in singles.

Kimberly now was dumbfounded, pregnant, and all alone. She decided to leave sin city and try to find a better life in Sol City. She didn't find any greener grass, but when Dustynn was born she did find out what happiness was again. The two lived in a small trailer park, growing up together and experiencing what life had to offer without many material goods. Though Dusty didn't live a glamorous life, she learned early on how much value there was in a strong family, true friends, and a good time.


T H E M E


C E L E B R I T Y
Tove Lo.
Did not know this was up! I am here c:

I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind. You tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine.


The crisp winter air felt wonderful as it entered Brooklyn's nose, the hot air coming from her body made a veil of smoke around her still bruised lips. She suddenly wanted a cigarette. The woman hadn't smoked in over a year, despite the hardship and stress she retained in her inner workings. Adjusting the straps of her backpack on her back she made sure it was flush against her skin. Walking along, she kept her attention from member to member of the group, most of the percentage of her scan on the back of Ash's head. Brooklyn found Ash to be very elegant in her movements, like a gladiator she drew a knife. Brooklyn's lips pulled to the side to reveal her teeth. Oh how wonderful Ash was, so strong and brave. So beautiful and pure in this forsaken world, Harris- Ash would be able to survive on her own if anything were to happen to the rest of the group.

Suddenly taken from her altered reality Brooklyn let out an audible gasp as the others watched her get snatched from another man. Brooklyn began to throw her backpack off of her body in a hurry, unzipping the zipper and pulling out her fireman's ax. She gripped it underneath the heavy blade before sliding her hand to the bottom of the handle ready to swing it straight into this man's cranium. However as the two embraced the ax was brought to her side. She looked to her group and then to Ash. Why did it feel like such a betrayal as they smiled and exchanged pleasantries.

Why would you betray me?

Why?

W̵̯̪̦̙̯̖͍̗̯̔͐ͫͪ͢͢h͖̲͉́̌̍ͭ̾̉̒͐̕y̺̓̄̓͢͞?̸͍̤͕͔̜̞̤̤̿ͩ̈́͟

Leo took the side, watchful and responsible. Jorel took the other road and bluntly brought attention to the group, he greeted them. Brooklyn's slender fingers tightened around the bottom half of her weapon, the metal bouncing against her shin as it swung ever so slightly outwards and inwards. "Good morning." Brooklyn said, her voice a bit sullen but still friendly and approachable, it was not a good morning.




"Thanks, have a good night." Charlotte was already slightly tipsy as she showed the bouncer her fake identification card, and wished him a good night as he let her enter. It was something to be proud of. She had gotten it from out of state even, to make sure that it could not compared to the other fakes that circled around the scene. Lottie was dressed in a simple black dress, the back was cut out deep into the middle of her back. It was definitely one of her more flashy outfits.

She had taken a few shots at home before walking down to the club where the band would be playing. She would admit to knowing the band by name but it wasn't really her style. However, you couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. No one came to or from Appleford, so you had to take every chance that you could. Striding up to the bar, Charlotte waved to the bartender grabbing some attention. "Double shot Patron. Lime." she smiled as she was passed the shot. She sucked on the lime, filling her taste buds with the sour explosion. She threw back the tequila without much reaction. She did not need a chaser, she liked the slow burn it gave her.

Spotting two familiar faces she put her glass on the bar top, stealing the lime and shoving it between her lips to create a lime green smile. That lime was filthy. Her mother told her some of the dirtiest fruit in the world sat in bars, and it was best to keep them away from your mouth as possible. So of course she listened to the advice and did the complete opposite.

Walking up to Marcus and Brandi she meant to get a laugh from them but another person came to their side, and Lottie panicked. She spit the lime directly onto the floor of the bar, kicking it to the side with the side of her shoe. "Heyyy." she cooed, standing next to the three giving friendly smiles all around. Charlotte had not seen the advertisements for the band yet, not spending a lot of time outside of the house since graduating from High School.



ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴀ ʀᴜʙʏ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪs ᴀ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ sᴘᴏᴏɴ? ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ & ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴍʙ.


𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞
Charlotte Laurel James.

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
Charlotte "Lottie" is petite standing at exactly 5 feet tall and around 104 lbs. She has fair skin that she cakes in makeup when she wakes up for day, or what is left on from the previous night. She has doe eyes of hazel, and originally brown hair to match. She prefers her hair blonde, because they supposedly have more fun. She has a scar along her thigh from where her skin got caught on a fence post. Her ears single lobed pierced. Molly has five tattoos: a cross on her arm, a tear drop on her finger, two fangs on her fingers, and a small star on her neck. All of them were done by a "friend" in her grandma's basement, thankfully they aren't too badly done.

𝐀𝐠𝐞
Eighteen.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬
Vocals. Keyboardist.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
Fun. Carefree. Outgoing. Irresponsible. Unreliable. Passionate.

Charlotte is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your food while she explains to you why she thinks it'd be a good idea for you to go to the movies with her that night to see some new horror flick- but she means well. She is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities (drinking, smoking, drug use) and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about or something that didn't really happen. Lottie just wants the best for everyone and herself.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬
Pop Rock, Grime, EDM, with the occasional Musical number.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲
Charlotte is the only daughter of Nicole James; a bar "musician" by night and a custodian at the Elementary School by day. Having only lived with her overprotective mother and grandmother her whole life Lottie tends to go wild whenever she can spare the time. This includes, smoking, drinking, and partying with other seniors her age and even college fraternities when she is given the chance. Though these actions have given her a little bit of a reputation in town, she tries to remain under the radar in school- maintaining relatively healthy friendships and working on her music when she has the chance.

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬
Nightowl.
Doesn't know how to ride a bike.
Chews her nails when she is nervous.
Always has a lighter not belonging to her in her pocket.


ғɪʀsᴛ ʙᴏʏ ɪ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴋɪss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛɪᴇs ᴏғғ. ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ sᴋɪʀᴛ ʟɪғᴛᴇᴅ & ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴀɴɴʏ ᴏғғ.




ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴀ ʀᴜʙʏ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪs ᴀ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ sᴘᴏᴏɴ? ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ & ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴍʙ.


𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞
Charlotte Laurel James.

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
Charlotte "Lottie" is petite standing at exactly 5 feet tall and around 104 lbs. She has fair skin that she cakes in makeup when she wakes up for day, or what is left on from the previous night. She has doe eyes of hazel, and originally brown hair to match. She prefers her hair blonde, because they supposedly have more fun. She has a scar along her thigh from where her skin got caught on a fence post. Her ears single lobed pierced. Molly has five tattoos: a cross on her arm, a tear drop on her finger, two fangs on her fingers, and a small star on her neck. All of them were done by a "friend" in her grandma's basement, thankfully they aren't too badly done.

𝐀𝐠𝐞
Eighteen.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬
Vocals. Keyboardist.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
Fun. Carefree. Outgoing. Irresponsible. Unreliable. Passionate.

Charlotte is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your food while she explains to you why she thinks it'd be a good idea for you to go to the movies with her that night to see some new horror flick- but she means well. She is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities (drinking, smoking, drug use) and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about or something that didn't really happen. Lottie just wants the best for everyone and herself.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬
Pop Rock, Grime, EDM, with the occasional Musical number.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲
Charlotte is the only daughter of Nicole James; a bar "musician" by night and a custodian at the Elementary School by day. Having only lived with her overprotective mother and grandmother her whole life Lottie tends to go wild whenever she can spare the time. This includes, smoking, drinking, and partying with other seniors her age and even college fraternities when she is given the chance. Though these actions have given her a little bit of a reputation in town, she tries to remain under the radar in school- maintaining relatively healthy friendships and working on her music when she has the chance.

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬
Nightowl.
Doesn't know how to ride a bike.
Chews her nails when she is nervous.
Always has a lighter not belonging to her in her pocket.


ғɪʀsᴛ ʙᴏʏ ɪ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴋɪss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛɪᴇs ᴏғғ. ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ sᴋɪʀᴛ ʟɪғᴛᴇᴅ & ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴀɴɴʏ ᴏғғ.

I will stick to the anime style because, I like them to match haha.
I'll probably do vocals or keyboardist. :) She should be done sometime tonight.
@Zaxter996

Woohoo :)
Do you prefer us to have anime style to match your character sheet?
Just curious before I start on this adventure!
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