((Check out the IC thread! Right here, yo ;D


There's a tiny island, unmapped and officially unknown to the world, somewhere off in the middle of nowhere in the Pacific ocean. It's small, maybe the size of a city in total, and covered by dense forest, broken sporatically by patches of naked grass. On every side, as far as a person is able to see, stretches nothing but shining ocean expanse, not broken by a boat, or a glimpse of land in any direction. Soft beaches surround the perimetre of the island, making it picturesque, something you would see on a postcard from some warm tropical getaway. Would be a nice place to vacation, right?

Well, uh, actually....

Near the middle of the island, a large house has been erected. It's empty, but is large enough to house a family of ten. There are ten bedrooms, a kitchen and dining area, and a small living room. There are no television sets or radios to be found anywhere within the house. There are no signs that it has yet been occupied, probably because it hasn't. It was built for a specific group of people, and a present has been left for them upon their arrival, waiting in boxes on the dining room table.

This isn't really a family, although some may consider it that. The proud new owners of this house are a group of ten highly dangerous convicts that the government has decided to get out of their hair for good.

It's a group of ten individuals, who for varying reasons were deemed unsuitable to be jailed in the public penetentiaries. They've caused great difficulty for the government so far; many days of headaches and lost sleep were the result of this group's actions. Finally, officials got together and determined an appropriate course of action. They would isolate them, far from society, on an island completely cut off from the rest of the world. No television, no radio, no telephones. No way to contact anything. Give them some weapons, supply their basic necessities... and let them go. Hopefully, they would all kill each other. If not.. well, they couldn't cause any more trouble.

You're one of these lucky ten. Currently, you're all headed over on three helicopters, four on the first and three on the other two, with a soldier also along for the ride, one for each convict (to ensure they don't try anything funny). Your hands are shackled tightly, making fighting beyond difficult as it is. You've been given a choice of one firearm, and one knife, as well as some minimal body armor. You've been informed that the key for your cuffs, as well as ammunition for your weapon, will be located at the house which you'll now be calling home. Now it's up to you what you want to do.

You can either try and get along with this new "family" of yours, or simply say fuck to the world and raise as much hell as possible in the remaining days of your probably short life.

Enjoy!


------ Setting:

This will be opening up just as the group departs from the helicopters, before they reach the house. The entire roleplay will take part on this island (unless some valiant escape attempt is made later on >>).

------ Rules:

Necessary.

-No godmodding. That shit ain't cool.
-Romance and violence are allowed (especially the violence), but keep it PG-13. We don't want any nasty stuff going on. There are little eyes about.
-Your character can be killed. If it's reasonable that your character be killed, then please, be a good sport and die. If your character dies, you can submit a new character sheet and begin roleplaying with them. So don't go making a character you won't be able to let go of.
-Keep active (Ahem. Yes, I'm looking at a few specific people with this one). If you're not going to post for a while, let me know. If you're inactive too long, you'll be booted out and someone else will take your place.
-You need to PM me a sample of your roleplaying. This is to weed out the uh... unworthy, if you will.

Bear in mind, this group of characters is stuck together, and all of them are concerned about the same thing: staying alive for as long as they can. That means this: You don't want to go killing people at random. Make sure you have a reason. Otherwise, the other convicts might just see you as being a bit too much of a threat, and decide to gang-beat you. So be wise about it.

We have space for three more participants.

Currently accepted:

Jackson : Played by Gabriel_Whist

Zack/Zeke : Played by NightBreak

Kira Walker : Played by Kira Walker >>

Benjamin Havok : Played by AzricanRepublic

Light Pittman : Played by Zero-Genesis

Jimmy Pagoni : Played by Surreal

Sief Dangerlund : Played by Blaze Damascus

Oki Yamagura : Played by Champagne_91

Kohanna : Played by Kohanna

Byron Bentley : Played by Souloe


Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Weapons:
Personality (Basic or in-depth, but more than one or two lines):
History (What got you into this situation?):
Appearance (Description or realistic picture):
Other (Anything else we should know?):

Name: Jackson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Weapons: Sig Sauer P230, KM2000 Combat Knife
Personality (Basic or in-depth, but more than one or two lines): If he once had a soul its been long dead. Jacksons past has fucked him up beyond recognition, and he is a sick sadistic, self loathing asshole. He tries to take what he wants through power, and usually succeeds. He has no morals, and no qualms over things like murder and theft. His one soft side is women. He will never harm a woman, and protects them religiously, a complex that comes from his mother dying in childbirth, and his being unable to protect his sister from his father.
History (What got you into this situation?):Jackson comes from a very disturbing childhood. His father was a sick pedophile who molested him and his sister, and filmed them nude for a kiddy porn site. Needless to say, this alone would have fucked Jackson up beyond all recognition. But that wasn't enough, his father was also a violent drunk and beat Jackson severely. Once he whipped Jackson with the buckle side of his belt 25 times in a row, leaving lasting scars up and down his back. Another time he threw him through a window of the second story, which gave him spiralling scars on his forearms from where he tried to protect himself from the glass, and crooked nose from where it broke on landing. After this Jackson and his sister were put in foster care. This happened when Jackson was 9 and his sister was 7. They were together for a couple months, and things got better for a while. Eventually they had to go to another foster home, then another. This continued for about a year and a half. One day the two had to be split, and Jackson has never seen her since. This above anything else led to who he is now, the loss of the only person he cared for or who cared about him. He ended getting involved with the gangs in the orphanage and never getting placed in homes for more than a week, always getting himself kicked out. He heard his sister got adopted, which made him both happy and jealous. Jackson stayed in foster care, the orphanage, and juvie for various crimes until he was 18, where he was thrown on the streets. It took him all of a year to fuck up so bad that he got sent to this island. He was with his only friend left from the orphanage, and they decided to take over the largest local gang. They beat the leader and his three lieutenants to death, stole a car, and burned down the houses of all other gang leaders as a warning. The police chased them after the sped away from the last house. The outran them for 20 minutes before hitting spike traps and skidding out. Jacksons friend died in the wreck. Jackson killed two cops who tried to subdue him, one he threw into the buring car, the other he stabbed with a piece of glass after beating him severely. After this he was captured by police, and given a large scar going down his right eye by an enraged policeman. Now he is here.
Appearance (Description or realistic picture): Caucasian male, 6 foot even, blue eyes, shoulder length and ragged dark brown hair, a thick stubble beard. He has scars all over his back, and fore arms, as well as one going down the right side of his face, and scarring his formerly good looks. He is very muscular, but lean, violent, street muscle, not body builder muscle. He generally wears white wife beaters, and jeans with sneakers. He has a tattoo on his right shoulder of a skull with a banner above and beneath it reading on top "Life is pain" and on the bottom "Let me end it for you."
Other (Anything else we should know?): He'll probably kill or get himself killed if he doesn't get what he wants. Very skilled brawler.

Name:Ariana
Age:18
Gender:Female
Weapons: Small Dagger and a sharp tongue
Personality: Ariana is incredibly outgoing and loves meeting new people. She is very unique and likes to stand out without doing anything too crazy, which she is good out. She is incredibly sarcastic and likes to push people to their limit sometimes, but is a loyal friend and ally and if you are on her bad side she won't let you know.
History: Ariana has lived a charmed life and had a stable home life until she was a teenager and her older brother started bringing home his drunken friends. They started making passes at her when she was 14 but she always managed to avoid them. She turned to punk rock and became the lead singer in a band to get out of her home as much as possible. One night she came home late from practice to find that her older brother was passed out on the couch and his three drunken friends were there, she tried to slip into her room unseen but they all assualted her and threatened to kill her and her brother if she screamed or told anyone. She kept the experience bottled up inside until she saw one making a move on her little sister, she threatened to kill him if he tried anything ever again. After she turned 17 she came home from her birthday party at her bandmate Ryan's house and found her brother's friends waiting for her outside, she lost it and picked up a nearby shovel and killed all three of them and enjoyed every minute of it. Her mother found her outside after she killed them and found her daughter laughing over the mutilated bodies of the young men. In a week Ariana was on her way to the island.
Looks:Short Dark Chestnut with bangs that cross over one eye, big light blue eyes and pale skin. She is about 5'4 and well muscled. Her face is strangely beautiful with delicate strength, but she never worries about how she looks. She loves to wear unexpected clothes and colors.

Awesome job, accepted =D

Ariana sighed deeply as she glanced at the window of the helicopter. She could feel the soldier watching her,"If only he knew how little of a threat to him I am" she thought to herself and smiled "he would be majorly dissapointed." she suppressed a small snicker. She had no idea why they chained her up like this, heck a dangerous killer is calm and quiet about it. She looked over at the guy they had stuck on the helicopter with her and attempted to catch is glance, she wanted to get a feel for who she was going to be stuck with.

Name: Kairu
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Weapons: a pistol and a combat knife
Personality (Basic or in-depth, but more than one or two lines): Kairu is always looking on the downside of things... More due to depression than being emo/goth/punk...He thought about suicide for a couple of years...
History (What got you into this situation?): He attempted murder of the local mayor... He only was able to injure him... While in jail during times where he was free he was always beating up on the other jailamtes so he ended up getting sent to the island...
Appearance (Description or realistic picture): He wears black body armor and black pants... His hair is a medium brown and his eyes are timber wolf with a hazel ring around the pupil...
Other (Anything else we should know?): his left arm is paralyzed... His right arm has the strength of both arms combined (Which isn't that much...)

Name:Briar
Age:19
Gender:female
Weapons: Dagger
Personality:Briar is outgoing, but isn't the one to be talking too much. In fact she might just slit your throat if you do. She will be nice, if you act the same way to her. Infact you wouldn't know that she was a criminal until someone said something that she didn't like. She loves music, it's one of the few things that calms her down enough not to stick a dagger through someones throat.
History: Briars life was just unlucky. Anything bad that could happen to a person, happened to her. She got raped, hit by a car, but none of that really put her in the killer mind category until she got stabbed a couple times. She realized how painful her life was so she decided to ruin other peoples lives. Why should she be the only one to suffer. If you pissed her off, you were dead. That's why most of the people she talked to including her family was dead.
Appearance: http://mat3jko.deviantart.com/art/DC-girl-67566551
Other: To keep her from killing people she sings to herself.

Briar spat on the helicoptor window. The crash didn't really surprise her. When these kind of unlucky things happen to you all the time, it's not so special when something like this happens. It didn't even really bother her that she was in a helicoptor with total strangers that probably wanted to kill her as much as she wanted to kill them. She wouldn't torture them until they pissed her off, which they probably would. Briar kissed her teeth, got up and walked out of the helicoptor like nothing had happened. She looked at the island. " Wow, this place looks great." she said sarcastically as she chewed on her over used bubble gum.

Name: Zack / Zeke
Age: 22
Gender: Male

Weapons: A machete and a crowbar.

Personality:
Zack is your typical calculating guy. He thinks things through, and makes sure of his moves before he does them. Be it buying groceries on a short budget, or planning out the murder of the neighbor's stupid dog. But he has one major flaw. Zeke.
Zeke is the shadow behind Zack. Zeke is the crazed bloodthirsty cannibal, the serial killer, the guy who caused 20+ murders in one State alone. There's no actual explanation for why Zack and Zeke share one body, but it doesn't matter who you're facing in that dark alley. Either way, you're fucked.

History:
Zack grew up with a pretty normal life. Happy family, happy friends, happy life. But he always had this nagging feeling that something was missing. Like a part of him wasn't there. It wasn't until his 18th birthday that he began to sense something was wrong. He mysteriously wound up in weird places, like alleyways and nightclubs. Not that he has never been there himself, but he would wake up, as if from a dream, and find himself in places he knew he shouldn't have been.

He was 20 when he witnessed his first murder. Or rather, committed his first murder. It was a girl in a motel, probably someone he picked up at a bar, most likely while he was "dreaming". He knew that he killed her, because of the bloody kitchen knife he had in his hand. It was then that he discovered his alternate personality. Zeke was delightfully sadistic, and lived for mayhem. You could say that a bit of Zeke's personality bled over to Zack, because from that moment on, they both loved killing. Zack was more of the mind-games and torture type, while Zeke was for all out blood and gore.

When the cops finally did catch them, they locked them up in an Insane Asylum after determining their condition. But the wonderful thing about having a dual personality is that the orderlies never know what to expect when they come to check up on you. He went through 13-15 orderlies, all seriously injured, before the Government and Asylum Warden decided decided that they couldn't handle him. You can guess the rest.

Appearance: He wears a nice white straitjacket (unstrapped, of course) with the sleeves a foot longer than his hands. Makes a great hiding place from random objects, like rocks and pointy stuff. His generally brown hair has red streaks in it, and his deep green eyes are constantly twitching around, as if always looking for something.
You can tell who's is who by their facial expressions. Zack has more of a calm, boyish, almost sad face, while Zeke is all twisted and contorted in a wicked smile with bloodshot eyes.

Fayray, I didn't see your post. Also, I need a post sample before I can agree to accept you. Also, this is the OOC thread.


Nightbreak, you're accepted.

Key and Kairu, sorry, but after looking at your posts I can't accept you.

Name: Benjamin Havok

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Weapons: Does your face count? No? Guess I'm stuck with a .357 Colt Magnum, two toothpicks and an Ipod ... Stay the hell away from me.

Personality: Havok has yet to identify himself with anyone, but a life as a sole Mercenary is a dangerous thing. Leaving him distressed and set alone from the rest of the walks of humanity. Suffering from acute Bipolarity, and a megalomaniac, Havok is at the top of the food chain. Having the record to back it up, and the ego the size of the Titanic, he rarely cares for others. A fighter above all, Havok maintains the illusion that he is indeed the best. Though his ego isn't the only thing fueling his claims, he is skilled in a large amount of close-combat systems, including Savate, scarce amounts of Krav Maga, and his favorite; flat out bashing your face into a tree.

History: Private Military Contractor was the name of the game, killing as many pricks as he could was the strategy. Iraq, Somalia, Afghanistan ... and his own back yard. Many of his accomplishments had been hidden though, the battle of Baghdad only truly began when Havok blew up a small elementary school in the eastern city. That wasn't his proudest of moments, but Havok walked away with a crooked smile and a smoke between his lips. Havok's next shot at fame came during the invasion of Fallujah in Iraq. Successfully blasting his way through a large of resistance and securing an important figure head, only to leave him in a car and watch it get ran over by a tank.

The United States Government had had their fair share of "The Havok" though, and deported his ass. Deported? Sorry, that was too easy. They sent his ass down into Mexico, stuck him in a hole and left the little cracker to die. Then came this project. Havok, bartering a deal with the US Government to allow him admission to back into the war zone if he could last three months on the island, was put on a transport bound for the small little Pacific island and dropped on his ass once again.

Appearance: Cool green eyes framed in a stocky skull, thick brown hair extending to at neck length, Havok is a somewhat tall figure at 6'1, built with work in mind, he weighs near 186 pounds. A large majority is unadulterated muscle used to shoot, kill, and occasionally eat someones face. He's clothed in nothing more than a ragged ballistic vest, incapable of withstanding a knife it's so withered. Underneath his vest is a modern tank-top. Mexican Army green cargo-fatigues adorn his lower half, given to him by a friend named "Jaun San Diego De Garcia El Dominico De El Salvador" or something of the sorts.

Other: "I hate you ... all of you -- especially you. Fat ass."

Name: Kira Walker

Age: Twenty

Gender: Female

Weapons: A long hunting knife and a simple handgun, which she barely knows how to use... she prefers the more hands-on method.

Personality: She's very outspoken and sure of herself, with an attitude and fiery temper the size of a small country. She's impulsive, and tends to act without thinking in many situations, and especially when she finds herself angry (which is quite often, actually). She's heard it debated before on whether or not she actually has a legitimate issue with that. She's a tad of a psychopath, if you could consider it that. She gets a lot of pleasure out of watching other people get hurt. She's a killer, but she's never been one to go for the "shoot and run", tactic. No, she'd much rather make them suffer for weeks until they ask her to kill them, and then torture them some more, until finally she gets bored and lets them bleed out. No one is completely sure why she's like this, mostly because she's not in the habit of sharing her past with anyone if she can help it. She's very slow to trust and probably not very trustworthy, but surprisingly enough she does have some redeeming qualities. When she finds someone that she respects, she treats them with dignity, and when she finds someone she likes, she's there to watch their back. Even more rarely, when she finds someone she trusts, she'll open up to them, and is unendingly loyal (even if the person isn't the best moral figure in the world). Once you get to know her, you find out she's got some pretty weird interests. Like what? Well, you'll have to find out I guess.

History: This girl is dealing with more mental issues than most people can think of offhand. First and foremost, she's been diagnosed with an extreme case of Post-Traumatic stress syndrome, which many people suspect is the cause of her...unusual behavior. The rest are slightly more like... backups. She's an algolagniac, and a hematolagniac, and "suffers" from sadistic personality disorder. All of these things have been partially to blame for the crimes she's committed.
Kira could probably be considered a serial killer. She began committing crimes when she was fifteen, her first homicide being the death of her older brother, who was her legal guardian. Both of her parents are dead, dying at the hands of a drunk driver when she was still too young to remember. The nature of the homicide disturbed investigators; from what they could tell, it had been drawn out purposely, for a number of days. Kira was gone before they ever got there.
Her next was a month or two later, when a worker at a local butcher's shop was found hanging by one of the meathooks in the freezer. His fingers and toes were all missing, sawed off by a serated edge, his eyes had been gauged out, and his tongue was cut off. Upon further investigation, they discovered that his genitals had been horribly mutilated, apparently by a meat tenderizer or something of the sort. It appeared that the cause of death was drowing; there were signs that he'd been restrained, and had been hung on the hook after death. Again, Kira was nowhere to be found, but she'd scrawled the word, "Pervert" across the wall with the blood from one of his hands. They knew who had committed the acts, however, she proved to be elusive, and they couldn't find her.

The crimes escalated in severity and frequency as years went by. They began to notice a pattern: the majority of the victims seemed to be male. In only one instance was a female involved. It was four years after the crimes began, and investigators discovered two dead bodies in a high-end apartment complex, near the top floor. The woman, who they confirmed was the male victim's wife, was discovered in a seperate room, dead from a single bullet wound to the head, and nothing else. The man, however, was discovered in the bathroom, restrained to the toilet and missing both of his eyes and his tongue. Furthermore, his genitals had been removed and shoved down the man's throat, effectively choking him to death. He also appeared to have been "skinned"; the muscle and bone was exposed on many parts of his body, and the corners of his mouth had been cut outward to form a disturbing smile. In blood, scrawled across the wall, was written, "Cheater".

Recently, the young woman made to attempt to escape though. They found her with the body of her latest victim, cutting him open and carefully examining his insides. When she'd been caught, she made no attempt at escaping. Her captors are surprised to note that her behaviour seems disturbingly normal most of the time; however, one of the young male officers made the mistake of taking her by the arm to lead her, and she promptly changed demeanors, becoming dangerously violent. She's only been handled by females since.

Appearance: She has crimson red hair that falls in straight, choppy layers down to about her shoulders, with bangs brushing her face just above a set of striking stormy blue eyes. Her skin is pale, but tanned slightly now from sun exposure. She's slightly short, standing at about 5" 3", and has a slender build, weighing in at 115 lbs. Her body is toned, probably from the lifestyle she's chosen to live. Her normal outfits consist of black, form-fitting tank tops, fingerless black gloves, and a set of torn-up jeans; she looks like an average person.

Other: She's actually quite good at singing, and playing the guitar. Furthermore, she rather enjoys alcohol and smoking. What else? Not sure. You'll just have to find out.

Accepted Az, of course xD Wewt.

Name: Light Pittman
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Weapons: a small knife and a small, and mostly useless handgun.
Personality (Basic or in-depth, but more than one or two lines): He is a cold blooded killer, and takes it very lightly, though he acts just like a normal human being. He does everything that a normal person would do, but his instincs and lust to kill drives him insane and in a state where all he can possibly do is kill.
History (What got you into this situation?): He commited a series of murders, and was the leader of a organization that killed millions of people brutally. The organization known as K.O.P or Killing.Of.People was made to kill people whom they felt deserved to die. He didnt really care who was killed, he took a sick pleasure of killing innocent people, kids, parents, preganent mothers, he didnt care. He killed for no reason. He had alot of power on his hands, possibly even more than the president or anyone else who could possibly have power. He had mastered many styles of combat just so he could kill his opponents. He mastered many fighting styles that others didnt even know. He had no remorse of those he killed.
One day he was shot down in a private jet and captured 3 and a half weeks later after beind shot down, but he didnt go out without a band. He Nuked a random spot in China and annother in America to get his point across before he was captured.
Appearance (Description or realistic picture): He has red crimson eyes, due to contacts and has pale white skin. He has a skinny but yet powerfull format, and tends to get skinier without food.
Other (Anything else we should know?):

It's fine, but can you add to the personality section please? Once you do that I'll accept.

Name: Jimmy Pagoni

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Weapons: A .44 Colt Anaconda Revolver and an OKC-3S Bayonet

Personality: Quiet and amiable, usually. He is very calm and lucid most of the time. But when an "attack" manifests itself, he becomes what caused him to be sent to the island in the first place. A raging psychopath. Rapid breathing and a profusion of sweat are combined with an irresistible urge to take out his anger and frustration on anybody in his way. What does he want? One word: Music.

History: Jimmy grew up in a rich family, and was raised to be a famous musician. From the age of three he had lessons with the piano, the violin, and several other instruments. As he grew older, he was found to be an absolute musical prodigy. He could play any instrument with ease, and was soon a better musician than even his distinguished teachers. And he loved every minute of it. His music became his passion, his obsession. Nearly every waking hour was spent composing and playing his beloved pieces. Then one day, something changed.

He had been playing on his grand piano, his fingers dancing across the ivory keys with a grace unmatched by any, when his cousin, age eight, walked into the room. At first Jimmy didn't notice the boy, as usual, he was so wrapped up in the music. His cousin had grown tired of playing with his toys, and, wanting some attention, decided he wanted to play with Jim. So he toddled over to the piano bench, and sat next to Jimmy. But his action went unnoticed, so absorbed was Jim in his song. So the little boy reached up and slapped his pudgy hands against the shiny keys, creating a cacophony of bass notes that reverberated throughout the room.

Jimmy hesitated momentarily, his fingers faltering on the shining ivory keys, and a dangerous gleam came into his eyes. His elbow shot out, catching the little boy on the side of the head, and he went sprawling onto the floor, wailing. But Jimmy didn't notice, he was already back to his song, playing beautifully in contrast to the boy's crying.

Presently, the boy stopped crying, and glared at his cousin, his little mind wanting revenge. He ran to fetch his water gun, and returned, working the pump that forced air into the container, putting the contents under pressure. Then he aimed carefully, and squeezed the trigger, sending a stream of water arcing into the guts of the grand piano.

The playing stopped, the keys banged, and the triumphant grin on the little boy's face turned to surprise, and then to terror. Jimmy had been transformed. His face was contorted, and his eyes held a burning rage that seemed to have no bounds. The boy only had time to utter a terrified wail before Jimmy got to him, and he fell silent.

When the parents burst into the room, they found Jimmy happily playing on his piano. And his young cousin, face still frozen in a mask of horror, lay motionless on the floor. He had been strangled.


Jimmy was sent to an Insane Asylum, where they discovered that he had an "attack" whenever he found himself craving music (which was often) and did not have musical instrument on hand, or when said instrument was threatened. Exactly when his mind had come unhinged they weren't sure, but he was unfit for normal society.

Nothing unfortunate happened for several months, and there was hope for his recovery, until one fateful day. He was simply playing a flute, perfectly calm and content, when he sneezed unexpectedly. The instrument dropped to the ground, and rolled a distance away. One of the more harmless inmates picked it up ... and that was all it took.

Jimmy went berserk, and killed eight people before he was apprehended. At that moment, they knew he was too unpredictable and dangerous to stay at the ward. He was drugged, the only way to keep him calm, and shipped to the Isle, where he could work out his own fate, far away from the civilized world.

Appearance: Tall and extremely thin, his straight black hair is cut short. His skin is very pale, and his eyes are a vivid green, and have a glassy look to them. He wears long, baggy clothes, usually in dark colors. His hands shake constantly, and are very twitchy.

Other: Has a tendency to hum quietly to himself, when he isn't playing an instrument.

Name: Sief Dangerlund

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Weapons: Serrated Machette, CZ-75 Handgun (Real).

Personality (Basic or in-depth, but more than one or two lines):
Where to begin...
Subject has devalued life.. Whimsical in an extremely morid and sick fashion. Intrinsically entranced with Death in all of its forms. While exhibiting no other extreme psychoreactive illnesses, his facination with death and cruelty on the battlefield make him somewhat of a sociopath in its own right. The eerie smile that persists on his face during situations is also quite odd He has been quoted when asked why "there are still so many ways to die..and still so little time."

History (What got you into this situation?): Seif was raised in Southern China after being abandoned when a european or someone of caucasion decent knocked up his australian whore mother. His mother was shot dead 4 years after he was born. Sold into China's slave trade, he ended up at the age of 11 after being attempted raped in a small hut near Shanghai, killing the person who attempted the act. Kept locked in the closet and bound, he managed to get ahold of one of the metal hangers. When brought out to be raped presumably, he shoved the hanger through the mans throat. Taking the mans belt and waiting behind the door when the other man outside, his previous owner had come in, he came behind him and choked him with the belt, but not quite to death. Tying down the man to the chair in the room, when he came to, the young boy took the bloody hanger out of the first man and proceeded to shove it into his previous owner's ear until it wouldn't go any further and the man promptly died. Its currently unknown how many people he has actually killed, only tell tale by the extremely different methods. Rarely enough, very few woman have had their lives taken, circumstances have always pushed them to die.

Joined the Chinese Army at one point to see death first hand on the battlefield. Captured in a battle along the border of China with a United States Special Forces team. Brought back by the unit as a potential member after sparking the unit leader's eye with his performance in the battle. Lied his way through basical psychological testing. The massacre of his unit later would put the halocaust to shame. Asking fellow members on a mission "Don't you want to die special?" after betraying them on a mission in Madagasgar. A special brand of torture for each was constructed with the most graphic and painful being prescribed for the one who said he was afraid to die. Forced to drink 5 gallons of water or drown, the man was tied and a glass thermometer was inserted into the man's urethra all the way. Then a hammer was applied to the mans genitals, smashing the thermometer. Having to urinate out broken glass caused to man to die of shock in 4 seconds. 8 Men died that day, along with 14 terrorists in what was called "the day wished for death."

He was struck by lightning while walking to the newspaper stand in LA. Upon running his ID at the hospital he was promptly incarserated and shipped off to the island. The comittee has deemed him "unfit for a simple or pleasent death." Seif whole heartedly agreed.

Appearance (Description or realistic picture): EDIT!!:: Seif is what every mother ever hopes their child never meets on the street, anywhere. That guy who is eyeing the cantalopes in isle 7 mighty oddly? Takes his meticulous time to weigh everything he puts in his cart? A whimsical darkness and sinister aire of curosity surrounds his character, something like a modern day mad scientist.

Sleek black hair falls down around his face down to below his chin, well kept and looks something like you ripped it out of a commercial for the newest Timotei shampoo/conditioner. His eyes stand out with their steel gray color, cold and collected. His facial structure almost perfectly symmetrical and ending with an angular, but not quite sharp chin. His body hidden within a mid-heavy polymer black coat with matching long sleaves that reached down to his wrists. Coat enough to survive the elements but not much in actual protection provided, a happy medium between protection and comfort/mobility. Usually left unbuttoned to reveal a white undershirt with "property of DIE" etched down the middle in gray text. His pants simple military issue cargo, pockets here and there to store a flashlight or something else handy as well as the normal 2 front pockets and 2 rear. Near the bottom of the pant there is some simple elastic string and a plastic stopper around the ankles to keep the pant leg closed around his leg. As opposed to seeing a pair of combat boots on his feet, the pants end around his lowcut socks and a black with white laced pair of Etnies that seem to be kept in extremely well shape. A light black/gray backpack sits on his back, also an Etnies brand, you could surmise he probably bought it with his shoes.

Seif's actual physique is just what you would expect from an ex-military member. Fit and streamlined are his muscle structure and his body seems to be in excelent shape otherwise. Free of wounds of bandages as well, it would seem hes kept up well through out his ...adventures.

Other (Anything else we should know?): He loves Spicy foods. He hates missing his target. He is skilled in urban and gorilla warfare. Well versed in hand to hand combat and proficient with all arms. He cannot cook, anything. Due to this, he always ate out. Always, never even microwaved things. He has never killed a women he has slept with, quoting "touched by my hand once, only the heavens can defer your fate at this point, your death is out of my reach."

What is with these people getting two guns? I only got one.

Lol people and guns..what happened to old fasion beat the hell out of your opponenet...or slice his throat with a knife...or all of teh above XD. Never been a gun person in combat...escpically in the surrounding we are going to be in...a gun wont really be much of shit XD.

Standard equipment, the most dangerous part of a sniper rifle is its scope. You'd do best not to forget that.

Has guns because is ex-military is used to using them.

I prefer hand to hand. But guns are infinitely better. And they will do lots here. LOTS.