island games *details inside*

name: Crimson (He calls himself Crimson Blood or Crim)

Age (roughly): 18

gender: male

Appearance: This guy 'cept he's got a massive scar that goes from the right of his forehead, over his right eye and swerves over his nose and through the right of his lip. He also always has his black cloak over his eyes.

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weaknesses: He cannot be lead. Authority is something he either inforces or doesn't follow, and this gets him into heaps of trouble. He is also secretly afraid of rats; deathly afraid of them. He can get clausterphobic, but only if he's been in a small space for more than an hour or so.

strengths: He is an amazing fighter. Best with close-combat. Things like hand-to-hand or swords and daggars. He is also decent with a gun or a bow and arrow. He's very fast and is an excellent climber. He is also an amazing musician and dancer. The last part he doesn't let anybody know about though...He's also a descent singer and wood-carver. Since he spends most of his time in the forest and away from everybody else, he's an excellent surivalist. He is also a writer. Poetry, songs, stories, anything that involves a pen and paper.

likes: Rain, night, thunder, lightning, climbing, the woods, solitude, roses, fire, freedom, romance, daydreaming, writing, music, dance, life (not necessarly HIS life, but life in general. Plants, humans, animals...except for rats), snakes, animals minus rats

dislikes: crowds, snobs, people who take advantage and use women, death (which is surprising actually), rats, fighting for no reason

personality: He's dry and sarcastic at times and thinks very deeply. He's quiet, but not shy. He despises it when men take advantage of their women and is in truth a hopeless romantic. He seems to be blood-thirsty and dark, but he actually hates death. He often gardens or helps mend injured animals. He despises crowds and being cooped up, so he rarely uses his house. He keeps it locked up at all times and goes to it only when he needs things. He is EXTREMELY protective and defensive. He will fight if he has reason.

are you up for love?: Ahahahaha, YES!!!

other: His scar was received during a fight with a man who had attempted to 'take advantage' of a girl he was once passionately in love with. He was nearly killed in the incident and his lover didn't even escape with her life. He often cries when he thinks nobody is around. He has a pet black jaguar named Stealth who is extremely loyal. He also has a knack for popping up just in time to be of help. Saving lives and then running off without so much as a good-bye is what he does best.

WE IS STARTING!

Thorn

My head was pounding, a thousand thoughts sped through my mind. Where was I? What happened? Who am I? I am Tracy, but i rather thorn. My life is miserable. But what was my life like? Who were my parents? I sat up and opened my eyes. There were a bunch of other people passed out on the floor. Who's house were we in?

I got up and went outside. There was a large box marked, necessities. I opened it, food, toiletries, clothes, cleaning supplies. I took out a razor and looked at my arm. Perfect.I pulled the box inside and everyone started waking up. I ran up into the bathroom and rubbed the razor across my wrist. The skin split and a little bit of blood leaked out. Story of the life i couldn't remember.

Dylan

I woke up, my head was pounding. Where was I? Who was I? I knew i was Dylan, but that was all. I heard grunting. I opened my eyes and looked up. The most beautiful girl ever was pushing a large box into the room, she looked around at the others and ran upstairs. She had a razor in her hand. What was up with that? I followed her, not caring about the others right now. She was sitting in the bathroom. The door open, slitting her wrist. She didn't cut it deep, she just split the skin.

I walked in and took the razor from her.
"A pretty thing like you shouldn't ruin your skin." She scowled at me.
"Give that back i need it." I threw it out the open window.
"You don't need it." She scowled again.
"We just met, and i already don't like you." Wow, she was blunt.
"Let's go see the others, they are waking up." She nodded and walked past me, going down stairs.

Crimson

I stood, leaning against a thick tree and watched as the others woke up. A girl with a razor and a box made her way to one of the cabins, a boy following not far behind. I had a funny feeling I knew what she was up to, but I made no effort to stop her. Nobody seemed to pay me any mind, so I didn't awknowledge them. They had obviously all undergone the same torment I had upon ariving. The horror of amnessia, waking up and knowing only your name, the knowledge that you're trapped on some god-forsaken island and left with only a few rescources.

At least I had Stealth, though I wasn't quite sure how I knew who he was. All I knew was that the beast was my pet and that he was there with me. That's all that mattered anyways. I sighed loudly and continued observing the people from behind my cloak. I watched their troubled expressions and wanted to help. Of course I couldn't help them. Why couldn't I? Okay, so that was just one more thing I didn't know.

Stealth was crouched beside me, hidden by the tall grass. He made no sound, no movement. I didn't know what else to do. I could offer help, but what sort of help? I could turn and run back into the forest, but what if somebody did end up needing help? I sighed again and stayed where I was. If anybody needed me for anything half important, they could come and ask themselves.

DYLAN

I looked over and saw some guy run off into the woods, is he the reason we are here? I let him go, the others needed our help first. I looked over, that girl ran off again. I would go after her to. She had better not be in the bathroom hurting herself again. I helped every one up and got the blankets out of the box, wrapping all the girls in them. The guys would probably agree the girls needed them more then we did.

"I'm Dylan, and that's all i remember. Do any of you know why we are here?"

THORN

When we got downstairs something in the woods caught my eye. Some guy was watching us. He looked so dark, and mysterious. I had to go see him, maybe he knew what was going on. I wiped the blood off my wrist and smiled at the stinging sensation that came with it. That guy wasn't looking, good. I hated him already. He took away the one thing that makes me happy. I couldn't think of anything that made me happy. But i knew that i was in emotional pain. Pain on the inside. I would rather my pain on the outside.

I ran outside, the guy looked for somewhere to run, but i caught up to him first.
"What are you doing out here?" It came out a little heartless but whatever.
"Nothing." Ya, right watching the cabin was nothing.
"whatever, I'm thorn." I held out my hand, the cuts on my wrist very visible.

CRIMSON

I stared at the girls hand for a moment before taking it. "Crimson. Crimson Blood if you see it fit." I grinned. That sounded quite nice actually. "Either that or Crim. Pleased to meet you I hope."

She raised an eyebrow. "You hope?"

I grinned. "Well you never know when you'll meet somebody you wish would go die in a hole." I released her hand and crossed my arms.

"Right..."

I shook my head. "Listen, I'm going to get back to my life in solitude. You can tag along, but I'm not promising much. I don't sleep in my cabin." I turned on my heel, my cloak fluttering behind me and started walking into the forest, still grinning. The girl was interesting, I would give her that much.

THORN

He turned and started walking away. I called out.
"Do you know why we're here?" He stopped and turned his head.
"No, do you?" He sounded hopeful. I hate to crush the poor guys spirits, wait no i don't.
"Nope, no clue, really all i remember is that mt name is tracey, but if you ever dare call me that i'll hit you so hard you'll remember the reason we are here." He chuckled a little, creepy.

I turned and ran back to the cabin. That guy was at the door, leaning agaisnt the frame and watching as the other guy left.
"I never caught your name." he didn't even look at me.
"I'm thorn, and if you ever take a razor from me again... you'll regret it."
"geez nice, im Dylan."

Aaron

I wake up, and all I can remember is playing football. Everyone was cheering for me and then it all goes black. I can't remember what happens next. All I know is that somehow I've gotten on this deserted island with a bunch of strangers. They all look confused or mad. I don't know how in the world I've gotten here. All i know is that I'm Aaron and I need to get off this island fast.

I go to look around and I find a girl sitting on the ground with a confused look on her face.

"Hi, I'm Aaron," I introduce myself.

"I'm Heidi. Are you as confused about this as I am?" She asks.

"Yeah, I think so."

"I'm pretty sure someone has set this up," she says.

Heidi

When I get back to the mainland the first person I see is some guy with a massive scar running down his face.

"Hey, do you know anything about this island or how we got here?" I ask

He gives me a look and walks past me. He was definitely not the friendly type. He suddenly stops walking and turns around to look at me.

"Why? Do you?" He ask.

"No... I was just wondering if anyone knew what had happened."

"It's amnesia." He says and walks away.

It didn't make any senses though. How could someone have given us amnesia? They must have drugged us.

CRIMSON

"It's amnesia," I muttered before turning and continuing to walk off. It seemed pretty obvious to me. We were all obviously drugged with something that made us forget everything but the necessities. Our names, how to read and write, basic math, our personalities; they were all there. It was our histories that were gone, and in my opinion, that's what really mattered. Our histories shaped us, made us who we are. It was torture for me to not know who I was or where I came from.

I shook the thoughts from my head and kept walking. I thought too much. I arrived two days before the others, but it didn't give me much of a headstart on anything. I stopped for a moment and stared at a small tree that had just begun to grow. I smiled and pulled a few weeds away from it. New life was always reassuring.

Kade

I blink awake to a warm salty breeze. After cracking my stiff neck, I take in my surroundings. Soft sand, an ocean...the palm tree I'm leaning against. Wow, I'm still asleep. Maybe the water will wake me up, though of course it's only dream water...

The second I attempt to stand, a sharp pain shoots through the nerves in my right upper leg and shocks me into falling. What's wrong with me? I'm in a dream, but even now shouldn't I be able to feel my lower leg? In confusion, I gaze down my body.

Oh. My. God.

It's not there. A long metal pole intrudes where my calf should be. My knee is still there, and I test it. I can bend my knee to move the metal, so that's a plus. Why didn't I know I have a freaking prosthetic? What else don't I know?

I rack my brain for answers to that question. It only brings up more. What is this place? Why am I here? Who is my mother, my father? Who am I? Besides my name. I know I'm Kade.

This is way too real to be a dream. A few trees away, there's a man crouching in front of one; maybe he can help me. "Hey!" I yell from my spot on the beach. He looks over and I wave to let him know where I am.

THORN

"that's nice, why do i care?" i stopped and turned around, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Um, i -i guess you don't." I smiled.
"Very good. I'm going out exploring. It looks like rain." I skipped down the steps. He turned and went inside. I turned and checked out the cabin. In big bold letters across the front were the words 'Island Games Lounge'. Game? What type of game show host drugs every one into forgetting who they are?

I shook it off. What ever i really just wanted to explore. I walked down the path, there were several cabins. Each had a name over them. They weren't painted on like the lounge, they were nailed on. Like signs that can be removed. I read each of the names, I saw crims, and dylans, then mine. I smiled and opened the door. It looked like a hotel. Quaint and dainty. Gag.

I quickly got out of there. No wonder Crim never used his cabin. I followed the path down to a beach. It started raining a little. I frowned looking up at the sky. The rain was beautiful, unlike me. I wandered onto the beach. I quickly pulled off my black boots and socks. The sand felt nice between my toes. I walked down the beach, until i saw a dock. I ran to the dock and looked around. There was a shattered mirror there. I picked up a piece.

I looked into it as the rain turned into a downpour. I must have been wearing makeup, cause black streaks ran down my face. I held my arm out in front of me and pressed the shattered piece against it. That felt so much better. I watched as the hot red liquid dripped from the new cut. I threw the piece into the water. Then sat down and watched the blood again. I jumped a little when some one called from behind me.
"Hey!" I didn't even turn around.

CRIMSON

There was a girl waving at me. Why me? Couldn't they wave at some other guy? I sighed and stood up, walking slowly towards her. I took my dear sweet time, too. When I finally reached her, she was starting to look rather impatient. She had a fake leg. That oughta be pleasant for her.

I crosed my arms across my chest and stared at her. "Yes?" I asked, tone even. No need to get tempermental on the poor thing. She was just as confused as I was.

"Where am I?" she asked. Her eyes were pleading me for some sort of answer. I felt bad that I couldn't give her one.

Pulling up my hood I replied, "I know about as much as you do." I extended my hand and she took it, hesitantly at first. "Crimson. That or Crim. Crimson Blood if you see it suiting." I smirked at her bewildered expression. "Whatever floats your boat."