Soulution.
Tired and hungery.
Rashes,bites,blood...
Anywhere but there.
Nothing but chance and luck.
Dead silence.
Eating nothing but leaves,berries,and fish.
Do they live?
(I made this!weeee!)
Okay,so there is 10 teens on an island.they all were headed to Hawaii,but their plane crashed into the ocean.the teens have to depend on eachother,luck,and chance.how will they survive?Even more,how will they survive eachother?

BASICS
wel,let me tell you about this island.first of all,nobody is on it.it is just a big floting forest.well,40% forest.15% is rock.5% is just grass.30% beach.the other 10% is water(falls,hot spring).I guess these few pics explain it.
http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/TCB1053.jpg
http://www.johnnyjet.com/images/PicForN ... elSpot.JPG
http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1038/557 ... 9570e9.jpg
http://science.nationalgeographic.com/s ... 058-ga.jpg
http://www.for.gov.bc.ca/dsi/images/DSI ... nlet_S.jpg
http://www.bighornmountains.com/photo-g ... spring.jpg
http://www.nyvold.dk/images/Tasmania/Wa ... osure1.jpg
okay,now that you have seen the island,lets go over what I need for the form.
Name- any name.first,last,and any nickname in the middle.
Gender- boy or girl.
Age- 13/18 please.
Pic- no anime.
Packed- four items they took that got saved.
Pets? if they find animals,or even just saved them,list please!Oh,if you can,include pic.
Friends,crush- these can be edited.
Skills- these will help me pick the jobs.
Bio- personality,short history,yatta,yatta.
Other- anything else i have to know.
here is the form:
Name-
Gender-
Age-
Pic-
Packed(4)-
Pets?
Friends,crush-
Skills-
Bio-
Other-

List!
1. Jessie-Me
2. Ben-Drakona5
3. Rocco-TheLonelyGhost
4. Gwen-IWantCookies
5. Sara-emmacgp9
6. Shalin-estalu
7. Charles-Codemeister
8.
9.
10.

jobs
captin- Jessie
fisherman- Charles
hunter- Rocco
harvester-
firestarter- Gwen
builders(2)- Shalin
nurse/docter- Ben
cook- Sara
okay.rules.
1. no actions over pg-13.keep that in pm.
2. only one character.
3. keep in the storyline.
4. no one liners.
5. Please only two curses per post!
6. HAVE FUN!

My character
Name- Jessie "Jet" King
Gender- girl
Age- 15
Pic- http://images1.fanpop.com/images/image_ ... 26_246.jpg
http://file042b.bebo.com/14/large/2008/ ... 97841l.jpg
http://a.bebo.com/app-image/6285842589/ ... /Rikki.jpg
Packed(4)- pillow,chips,sleeping bag,hair brush with hair ties tied on.
Pets? befriends the monkeys and birds.
Friends,crush- none yet
Skills- lacrosse,track,vollyball,swimming,drawing.
Bio- sporty and spunky,she loves to be the leader.Jessie,Jess or Jet to her buds,loves to give orders and stand out.she is good at sports and fantastic at drawing.her mom and dad told her to go on the trip to hawaii.so,she went.look where she ended up.she is also very friendly and lively.not exactly bubbly,but outgoing.she is strongly willed,but she can get mad.maybe she has to relax.
Other- her clothes are just a black tube top,a red tank,black shorts(not shown),red + white sneakers(not shown),white and black striped arm warmers(not shown),and a knit white belt.(not shown)

Name- Ben Angler
Gender- Male
Age- 15
Pic- None yet...
Packed(4)-
1. Swiss Army Knife with 40 different blades
2. The Holy Bible
3. His Wallet containing pictures of him and his best friend
4. A ring given to him by his now dead father.
Pets- None
Friends,crush- None yet
Skills- Ben had been a bad student, not because he was stupid but because he was to lazy to do the work. He always seemed to be in front of the television watching the Discovery Channel or Health Channel, where he learned a vast majority of dumb skills that may help him on the island.
Bio- Ben had been a horrible student at his east Texas public highschool, his teachers would always say, "You have the potential to be great son, you just need to apply yourself," but instead of following their advice he decided to do things his way. He skipped classes to stay in the library and study subjects that appealed to him. Then along came sophemore year. Ben went through his normal routine of going to his classes the first week and he found all of them the same dry wells of knowledge he had his freshman year, except anatomy. Everyday, instead of skipping anatomy he attended the class, he studied and excelled like no student his teacher had ever seen. His teacher seeing his potential decided to send him to a special medical science retreat in Hawii.
Other-

Name- Sgt. Rocco Meyers
Gender- Male
Age-18
Job- The Hunter
Pic-
Packed(4)-
1. Aviator sunglasses
2. Rosary
3. U.S Army Survival Guide
4. Toothbrush

Friends,crush-

Skills- Small Unit Tactics, Survival Skills, Language, Hand to Hand combat, Basic and Advanced Weapons Training, Anatomy, Engineering, and Cultural Training.
Bio- Fresh out of Army Basic training and Special Forces training. Decided to take a vacation before heading out to war. Dropped out of High school when he was 16 and lied about his age when he signed up for the army. Has been in Training for nearly two years. Parents were killed in a car accident his freshman year of high school. Originally from Texas.
Other- Hawaiian button up shirt, Cargo pants, Army boots, Dog Tags(ofcourse), Rosary around his neck, shades are on, tattoos all over his arms and the Army Special Forces logo with the writing, "De Oppresso Liber" is on his right Pectoral.

Name- Gweniveire Anabelle Sterling (Gwen, Gwennie)
Gender- Girl
Age- 16
Pic- http://misseccles.files.wordpress.com/2 ... 63e380.jpg
Packed- (Other than the clothes she was wearing when they crashed) 1. First Aid kit-you know, ace bandages, a few band aids. her mom made her pack it.
2. A flanel blanket
3. Her journal
4. A bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos (Hey, they're good!)

Pets? No
Friends,crush- at home, yes, here, no
Skills- She can sing pretty well, but I don't think that will help her here. She's a strong girl, and knows how to make a few simple foods. She also likes to write poetry, hence her saving her journal.
Bio- Gwen's father is the owner of the multi-billion-dollar franchise, Sterling Electronics. Her parents expect her to be a nice girl, which has made her more rebellious. She has a strong vendetta against both her parents and people like them, but is otherwise fun and outgoing. Her mother was sending her to Hawaii so she could see her father accept a prize or whatever. Thank God it crashed.
Other- Nope!

OOC- okay,now that we have more people,we can start rping.I'm going to start.right now,this is before the plane crashes.The 10 of them are being flown different ways.Jess is being flown by her uncle.
IC- Jessie clutched her suitcase.she leaned on her backpack.she sighed.she looked at the faces around her.one."are we almost there?"she asked."well,no.we still have a good 3 1/2 hours.remember,this plane is old."he answered.Jess sighed again.she heard thunder rumble."uhhhhhh...is that bad?ya know,that a storm is hitting the area ahead?"she said."ummm...don't want to scare ya,but yes."he answered.Jess started to worry.soon,the storm collided with them.the plane was shakey.Jess put on her backpack and purse,then grabbed her case.she felt very sick now.Jessie closed her eyes.the rest happend so fast.the plane came down.she landed in the water.it started pouring in."ah!uncle!"she screamed.she tried to pull him out.she sent him off on a life boat with her suit case and purse.she tried to swim to a piece of metel near by.she swam fast,but the piece kept floating away.she finally grabbed it.she still had her backpack.she swam in total ocean,holding on to the plane wing.she jumped onto the wing.it worked as a raft.she floated there for a long time.

IC:

Gwen sighed, and crossed her legs. Restless, she uncrossed them, then re-crossed them the other way. She leaned her head on the cold window pane and gazed out the window at the crystal-blue water. Hawaii would be beautiful, she knew, but she would still rather stay at home. Why did her mom want her to go to Hawaii? It wouldn't help make her a better person, that was for sure.
"Um, Miss Sterling?" called the pilot.
"What is it?" Gwen snapped, pulling herself out of her reverie.
"We seem to be experiencing some difficulties...."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean there's a storm coming."
"Well, that shouldn't be a problem, now should it? We've already flown through a few showers."
"No, I mean a big storm. A hurricane."
Gwen groaned.
"Fly around it," Gwen said thickly, popping a Dorito into her mouth.
"No can do, Miss Ster-"
The pilot was cut off by a terrible noise, the noise of a wing being torn off the plane.
"Hold on, Miss Sterling!" shouted the pilot.
Just then Gwen heard a shattering noise as the plane was torn open, and the pilot was tossed from it like a ragdoll. Feeling sick, Gwen grabbed her carry-on items and threw herself onto the floor of the plane.
How she survived the crash, Gwen will never know. All she knows is that when she woke up, she was on an island.

Ben sat with his head to the sky his Bible covering his eyes. He had been reading through Romans and had dozed off around the fifth chapter. He found God an interesting intenty, that he would rain his wrath out on the Jews and offer forgiveness to them and he still loved them after rejecting his son who was gruesomely slaughtered. He had seen a special on the Crucifixtion on the discovery channel were he learned it was horrible way to die, and his recent studies in anatomy had made it all the more horrible. He had heard during the special that the lungs collapsed which didn't seem to painfull until he learned the mechanics. The lungs would slowly fill with blood and the physical design of the cross forced the person non it to push his weight upward to take a breath which would in turn drown you in your on blood. His thoughts began to wander free each section of his mind a bee that had a mind of its own making connections all over creation. It was this thinking that made him doze off.

He sat still until the weather began to worsen. Ben felt the bumps as the lights in the aisle began to flicker and suddenly go out he heard a smash and the pilot let off a stream of swear words that he did not feel at liberty to repeat. Ben's Bible fell from his face onto his lap. He immediatly had his mind go into overdrive he began estimating the weight of the plane and preparing the equations in his head for how far they would fall and all sorts of other complicated alligorims while he forgot to buckle his seat belt. By the time Ben noticed that his seatbelt was not buckled his body was lifted in a moment of zero gravity several inches above the seat before his body was through out the window in a moment of intense G-Force.

Though water may feel cold and smooth, it felt like cement at the speed Ben was traveling. At this moment he rembered something he had read in a sailors diary back at the library lie flat on your back and left the waves take you were they may. Then something hit Ben's head, hard. His mind was a confused mass of gray clouding that finally went black.

Okay. So Gwen was stuck on this island. Alone.
Don't panic.
After laying on the sand for a few minutes, her eyes closed, praying for sanity, she decided to go back to the wreck of her plane. It had been a private flight, so she and the pilot had been the only ones aboard.
The pilot.
Gwen ran to the bushes and vomited.
Once she had cleaned her face, she returned to the plane once again. She couldn't find her luggage, in fact, the only items that were left were her carry-on luggage.
The flannel blanket she had wrapped herself in when the pilot had refused to turn up the heat.
Her journal. She was quick to rescue this one, and relieved to see that only a few pages were completely soaked.
The first aid kit that her mother had insisted she take with her. Just because she was prone to airsickness. God.
And the bag of Doritos she had been eating.
"Great." She ran out to the shore and started screaming. "Help! Help! I'm stuck here! HELP!"

Jessie woke up,beached on an island.she still had her backpack.wew.Jess got up.she strolled the beach.the place seemed deserted.she heard yelling.she sneaked through the woods.she saw a gil walking on the beach shouting."hey,nobody will hear you I'm afraid."she said,leaning agaist a tree.

Ben awoke to a clear view of the sky, a panoramic view of the heavens. He sat up and noticed that his Bible had somehow survived, but it was soaked but this was no problem he would take car of the drying later The ink was waterproof because he often liked to read outside, and his last Bible had been ruined when it rained and all the ink smudged. He took of his shirt just now noticing how cold the air was, and the soaked shirt didn't help he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep now. He began to stand up but collapsed back down hiss head spinning with pain. Ben reached up and touched his head and found a huge bump on his head. Then wondered,
"Do I have a concussion?" He thought to himself. He began to ponder about this and review the symptoms of a concussion.

As his mind ran through the list of symptoms his stomach turned and he empty the contents of his stomach to his left,
"I guess that answers the question about the concussion," He muttered wiping his mouth with his hand. Ben carefully laid back down onto the sand and began to let his mind free. The bee hive began buzzing around inside his head. Some were solving complicated equations, others were finding maps of South America, but one caught his attention and he moved it up in his levels of concentration and he wondered what happens next as he drifted into an uneasy sleep that was interrupted multiple times to puke.

"we are both stranded acually.come on,get real.stop shouting."said jess.she walked over."I'm jessie.nice to meet you."she shooke her hand.

((OOC: So it seems this roleplays moving along, hopefully Ghosty will join us one of these days))

[EDIT]

The sun shown down high in the sky when Ben finally awoke. The nausea from his concusion had subsided and he hadn't thrown up in about 4 hours. That was a good sign it meant that the concusion wasn't serious. He pillowed the back of his head with his hands wondering what his next move would be. Then he heard voices in the distance,
"An inhabited island? Just my luck!" Ben slowly pulled himself up, his back was covered in sand from one, taking of his shirt last night, and two, from lying in the dry sand with a wet back. He made a quick jog to the ocean and splashed some water on his back washing away the annoying sand. He looked above to were he was headed. He saw that he was in a small bay that was completely surrounded by and escarpment. "Like I said, just my luck..." He moaned as he looked for the safest route up.

Ben decided he would climb up a section that had collapsed and was only half as high as the rest of the cliffs. The only down side was if he slipped we wouldn't land on soft sand but, sharp jagged rocks. It took him a little over ten minutes to scale the rocks. He decided that a treck back down for his shirt would be to dangerous so he went on bare back. He began looking around for the buildings that would save him from his wretched expirience but insted of buildings he saw, trees. Lots and lots of tree's but the voices he had vaguely heard were clear. He could now identify where they were coming from.
"Voices mean people, and people means salvation," Ben said to himself. He began walking down a grassy dune area. It seems that the bay he had landed on was cut off from the rest of the island now that he saw the cliffs were about one hundred feet taller over here.

He came to an area were he saw two girls who seemed to be talking to each other. Ben was always somewhat antsy around people he didn't know so he didn't immediatly walk towards them to ask for diretions to the city. Instead he observed from the top of a dune covered in foot high grass. He layed on his belly his head barely poking out from the grass.

Rocco sat in the back of an open roof jeep wrangler. There was some bullshit country song on about shoving a boot up an ass. Rocco just tuned it out. He was alone in the back as he stretched out with a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The two buddies in the front seat were the closest to brothers he would ever had. they had just survived two years of training becoming the perfect soldiers, but as soon as they left Fort Bragg they were just a bunch of punks in uniform. Rocco was no longer in uniform, the button up hawaiian shirt gave his destination away. They were heading towards a small air strip all with different places to go. Frank the driver was talking about what he was planning on doing with his girl friend when he got home and Tommy boy in the passenger seat was just excited to have his moms home cooked dinner. Rocco didnt have a girlfriend, he didnt have a mom to cook him dinner, what he had was a Luau and some bikini clad islander girls waiting for him.
"So you're flying yourself?" Frank asked as Rocco looked up to the sun caught in a day dream.
"Yeah i figure if i can jump outta a plane, im just as good as flying it..." Rocco threw the empty bottle of beer backwards to crash onto the open road.
"Well if you cant fly it you can atleast jump out..." Tommy Boy said as him and Frank burst into laughter...

Rocco looked out of the small Cessna's windshield into the dark storm. He was losing control. There was nothing to do, nothing but resort to his training. The plane's engine was losing fuel for some reason and the plane was dropping in altitude too fast. Out of habit he was already wearing a parachute. Using his belt he tied the stick to the chair. Grabbed what he could and shoved it into a small pouch in the parachute's belt. Where was his gun?
Looking as fast as he could he thought about it then heard the warning bell, without event thinking he opened the door and flew out. It was instinct. The Training took over.
He watched as well as he could through the storm at the small single engine airplane fall towards the water. The one thing going through his mind was that he was going to lose the deposit he put down for that damn plane...
Just like every other jump he has had in the past years he was falling but the wind took him away in his parachute. The Army Sgt. was nothing more than a rag doll.

Name:Saranilya 'Sara' Feranya
Gender:Female
Age:13
Pic:Sorry can't get one, but I will give you a short description: Sara has long white blond hair, and green eyes, she is short and slender, but strong.
Packed:A sm. pack of mixed herb seeds, a small tin pot made for camping w/attached spoon, a 8-pack of mechanical pencils, and a notebook in a waterproof bag.
Pets:NA
Friends/Crush:NA
Skills:Cooking, storytelling, and danceing.
Bio:Sara was homeschooled by her mother, a famous cook, who spent most of her time teaching Sara about writing and cooking. Sara was on her way to visit her aunt who lives in hawii when the plane crashed
Other:Incase u were wondering Saras full name is becuse her pedants thought it would be nice to give her an interesting name to go with her last name.

Rocco slowly awoke hearing voices near by. Out of his mind he thought he was back at Fort Bragg and the noise was his rowdy friends in the barracks but when he opened his eyes to the bright sun he realized the voices were female.
Holding his hand up to block the sun he used his free hand to unzip the pouch on the parachute to grab his Aviators. They were on and there was comfort for his eyes. Looking around he realize, he wasnt in North Carolina anymore. Patiently he waited stuck in his parachute up in a tree

Ben gave up on the girls he was to shy to ask them for directions so he quietly slipped back into the forest. He decided if he kept walking he might find the city himself. His thoughts kept wandering though it was normal for his mind to do its be hive thing, but it was freaking out. All the input just didn't add up no matter how he put it together. He heard some rustling around a bend of trees,
"More people?" He thought. "Please don't be girls," he turned the natural corner of trees and he stood stunned above him a man in aviator glasses was hanging from a tree by his parachute. His mind began to go even crazier trying to put this puzzle together while all he did was stand and stare up at the man.

"Thank god, Which Hawaiian island are we on?" Rocco said as he watched a young kid rustle through the forest. The kid looked up in shock looking like he was stuck on a hard physic's question.
"Do you have a knife or something to help me down? I lost most of my gear when i jumped out of my plane." Rocco looked down as he hung there swinging back and forth with his arms crossed.
"It would be a bad idea to just pull the release and fall..." he said trying to spark up a conversation.

"I have absolutely no idea were we are. I was hoping you would know," Ben replied as he pulled out his swiss army knife and threw it up to the guy. "I... well actually got stuck... here when my commercial flight went down." Ben was even more confused now. Jumping out of planes, two girls on a random beach, no one having any idea were the in the hell they were. This was strange to him, he began to get that fealing that this island was uninhabited the more the thought the more it made sense, the two girls still troubled him. The chances of four people getting stuck on the same island all on different flights was almost... a 1/84759025738994787 chance. Ben's mind did stuff like that random odds, insane equations, and pulling up anything he had ever seen in his life.

((OOC: I'm gonna call it a night. Later.))

Rocco caught the swiss army knife and began to swing back and forth to try to grab a branch of the tree. After grabbing it and having a good grip he began to cut the straps one by one. Before he cut the last strap he heard the kid's response, "I... well actually got stuck... here when my commercial flight went down." The last strap was cut as Rocco sat up on the branch.
"You were on a commercial flight that went down..." Rocco got a bad feeling in his stomach.
"Hold on one second!" Rocco yelled at the kid as he climbed the tree to the highest branch.
Looking out the truth of the matter came rushing over him...
They weren't on a hawaiian island. They were somewhere else. The only thing Rocco could see was water...
Rocco climbed down the large tree. When he got onto the ground he brushed himself off then walked over to the kid to hand him back his knife. His head was low then he picked it up while taking a deep breathe.
"We need to find fresh water... Any other survivors?"

Ok, so I tried putting in a character profile here the other day, but it looks like it never showed up. Here's my new one.

Name- Shalin Christopher
Gender- Female
Age- 15
Pic- http://multicurious.deviantart.com/art/ ... -63601393#
If pic doesn't work, copy and paste into the search box.
Packed(4)-
1. The Bible her mother gave her when she was leaving the airport.
2. The wooden, puzzle box that her father sent her when he was in Iraq with a camel on it.
3. Pointe shoes.
4. A safety kit, that she thought was stupid when her little brother handed it off to her.
Pets- N/A
Friends,crush- N/A
Skills- She spent a large majority of time working with tools when she was younger and has come to be very good at building things.
Bio- Shalin loved life at home. She was a church going girl who everyone liked. Three times a week she would take dance class and was very good at it, too. She was always reading or writing, she even was writing a novel. One day, her mother tolf her that she had been accepted to go to a boarding school in Hawaii where her aunt worked. Shalin was delited to go. Because secretly, she wasn't as happy as everyone thought. She was bored of the same routines every week. Going to Hawaii was a new chance to get out there, I rise in this world.
Other- N/A