OOC: Riight, right! Okay, here I go!

Also: I didn't state her reason for being on vacation (even though others did) because I had the impression we couldn't pick whether we're part of the survivors group or the Others (and the Others wouldn't be, erm, vacationing)

Name: Lilith Fitzgerald

Age: 29

Job: Psychologist

Biography: Lilith was born in Manchester, England, and is the eldest of three siblings. With age however came responsibility, and more often than not, Lilith found herself in the role of a surrogate mother for her younger brother and sister (the latter being no less than 10 years younger than her). Both independently wealthy, Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald busied themselves with their demanding careers and social lives, leaving the care of their children to their nanny, and to Lilith. Disaster struck when little Lucy, while playing in the garden (Lilith was seventeen at the time)...simply disappeared, never to be seen nor heard from again. The family expected a ransom note from the supposed kidnappers, which never came, and as time passed by, they were forced to accept the idea that Lucy was, most likely, dead.

Following this tragic event, the relationship between Lilith and her parents worsened considerably: they placed much of the blame on her shoulders, unable and unwilling to look inwards at their own mistakes.

The only Fitgerald who supported Lilith during these difficult years had been her brother, James, two years younger. He also encouraged her to snap out of her own misery and pursue a career in psychology.

Personality: Lilith is a difficult person to read at a first glance; despite her gothic looks, she often appears bright, joyful and optimistic, always ready with a joke, a word of comfort or witty remark, depending on the situation. Appearances, however can be deceiving: at the core, Lilith is a sensible, analytical-minded woman who isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. There are times however when she lapses into apathy, and can be prone to mood swings: Lilith has issues. And a temper that can sometimes get out of control. She has worked hard to overcome her own dark past and move on with her life, despite the guilt ever gnawing at her....

Headshot:

3... 2... 1... Wooo Start!

And dundunnn... we can begin the roleplay.

((my app:


Name:
Maria Green.

Age:
25

Job:
Nurse

Biography:
Maria was born in New York and also grew up in the big city. When she was older she decieded to become a nurse, and so she did. She really needed some time off, so she took it. This vacation only ended up as a nightmare...

Personality:
Sweet, caring, can take control if needed.

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"Ugh. What is going on...?" Violet searched like a maniac trying to figure out where she was. All she saw were a bunch of people passed out. Many dead, but some were still breathing. "Where am I?" She was scared, especially when she saw blood.

"Oh my god! My leg!" She touched it. "Wait, no it's just a little blood, right?" She got up and started walking. "Nevermind, it's more than a little bit of blood. It's broken." Violet sat there waiting for someone with functioning legs and arms to help her up. She didn't want to be rude and wake anyone up.

Oliver sat up quickly, taking in the chaos around him. He couldn't tell what was going on - yet. Most of the people were okay, knocked out but hardly anyone was up yet. He lay back down, shutting his eyes quickly, but he heard some skuffling in the soft sand coming from some distance away.

Sitting up again, he searched the beach for whoever it was who was trying to get up, immedieatly spotting a young girl struggling to get up, he stood, and made his way quickly over.

"Hello?" He asked softly, putting a large hand on her shoulder, "I'm Oliver. Are you okay?"

Maria woke up. She had been knocked against all sorts of things, but luckily, she only had some bruises and scratches.
She stood up and started walking around. She was a nurse, but she didn't feel like helping all these people. She had to care for herself, so she walked a little further on the beach, and collapsed there in the sand. The chaos had to end, or else no one would be ok. She finally decieded to help some people.

"We have to wake everyone up!" she yelled.

"That way, we can put off the fire and help more people, we need to help eachother out here!"

Violet looked up to see a nice looking man greet her. "Not really. I think I broke my leg and I can't get up." She made a very faint sniffle because after all the effort she's made to get up, her leg now hurts.

Oliver had a very innocent and peaceful face. He seemed like a nice guy. "I'm Violet by the way." Now that someone with working arms and legs had found her she wanted to know where on earth they were. "Err, do you happen to know where we are?"

They were then interupted by some woman trying to wake everyone up. Then she looked to Oliver and said, "I would love to get up and help. But I can't even get up, let alone walk."

"I would love to get up and help. But I can't even get up, let alone walk." Oliver smiled unhelpfully at her. "Err, do you happen to know where we are?"

"No idea." He replied. "Put your arms around my neck." He told her quickly. There were loads more people on the beach, and, he may as well help them up, sitting around would help no-one.

"Ready?" He asked, and without waiting for an answer lifted her up quickly - one arm under her arms, the other under her knees.

He set her down again away from most of the chaos, in the shade of a couple of trees.

"Stay here. And rest." He told her. He had never been one of too many words, and okay maybe he was lacking a little in some social skills.

Derrik opened one eye, unsure what was going on and what had happened. He had just been on a plane, being told to fasten his seat belt by the pretty cabin crew worker and suddenly he was unconscious on a beach. Oh god, where was Stacy? He attempted to get up to look for his young daughter, but was unable to move, seemingly paralyzed from shock or something. Just as his eyes started to close again, he felt himself being shaked awake by a dark haired girl

“Hey....hey! You there?! Hello? Can you hear me?”

Derrik opened his eyes again and reached out to grab her hand, trying to stop her shaking him. Something in her shaken had caused his legs to understand how to work again, and he stumbled to his feet

"Thanks," he breathed heavily, looking at the girl who had practically saved him, "I'm Derrik by the way."

"Ready." Violet smiled and let Oliver lift her up. He brought her over to some shade, under nice palm trees. It was a good gesture but they would probably be cut down soon enough. She would have to move again.

Violet sat there. She was getting a little bored so she took a leaf and started to wipe some of the blood on her leg. "Wow. It just keeps on coming."

((Anyone can use Violet. but I have to go, for 90 minutes.))