Name: David Silver
Age: 16
Appearance: Tall and muscular, with long-ish drak hair and bright blue eyes and a seemingly permanant smile. Usually dresses in band t-shirts and baggy jeans, and always wears his falling-appart black and white check vans.
Personality: Calm and quiet, he balances out Lori's quick temper, and is much more relaxed than his best friend. He is a quick, clear thinker, and has a knack for keeping people calm and under control, but can be incredibly lazy and loves to sleep.
Other: He loves music and is always either signing or practising his drumming, and is never without his drumsticks, which he usually keeps in his pocket.

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David eased the door open and squinted a little out of the darkened room at Lori.
"S'goin on 'Retta?" he asked groggily, running a hand through his untidy hair. It was the middle of the day, but he'd still been asleep when she knocked on his door, and was wearing just a pair of green plaid boxers.
"Long story... el cappi-tan had a heart attack, and we've just crashed on an island..."
"Yeah, yeah, pull the other one." he said, going back inside to open the curtains and leaving the door open for her to follow him in.
"No, really." she said, stepping inside. "A few of us are going to take a look around, you coming or not?"
A few minutes later, David stepped out of his room, fully dressed with his drumsticks in the back pocket of his jeans and saw Lori lying on the floor, bored with waiting for him.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, lead the way."
The pair walked back over to the little 'expedition' group and Lori grinned at them.
"David's coming, too." She told them. It wasn't a request, more of a statement.