Realistic or Modern Time After Time | Character Sheets

[elytra]

Welcome to the CS thread for TAT! The sheet will be simple, but important for me to understand your character. It'll be listed under the roles and rules. If you have any questions, please feel free to message me; I can also help construct sheets and ideas if needed.

ROLES
investors. Investors are people who have been involved in funding the park from the beginning. Being invited to the event is them being able to see the fruits of their labor...or, more accurately, their money.

journalists. Journalists have been invited to the event to prepare to talk about the park, hopefully in a positive light. Publicity is important when starting up a new venture, after all!

lottery winners. Lottery winners are normal people who have won the various giveaways for tickets to the event.

employees. The employees vary. People catering the event, tour guides, assistants, and anyone needed to work the event would fall under this role.

scientists. People who worked on the genetic experiments, engineering, or other more scientific aspects of the park were invited to say thank-you for their work.

other. Any other role your mind can conjure up that would fit! Feel free to run them by me.

RULES
one. One paragraph or more! No max paragraph count, however; quality over quantity.

two. No posting order, but please post at least once a week to keep the rp going.

three. Not first come, first serve; while there are no set number of acceptances at this point in time, I do want to check that characters will work in the rp. Rather than deny people outright, though, I'm willing to help fix sheets so that they can be accepted.

four. 16+, please! Nothing personal against anyone, just a comfort thing.

five. Be polite OOC and keep the drama for IC!

SHEET
Name:
Age:
Gender/Pronouns:
Sexuality: (Romance is NOT the focus of this RP, but this section is included just to make the planning of inter-character relationships easier!)
Role/Occupation:

Appearance: (FC of any kind or description allowed; descriptions can be bullet points)

Personality: (Bullet points acceptable!)

Brief Background: (Can be bullet points)

Tidbits and Facts: (~10)

 

[Sear]

name. Aleksandr Svetozar
nickname Shura (preferred name) or Alex
age. 35
gender/pronouns. cis-man (they/he)
sexuality. demiromantic
role. Investor

appearance.

A nose that was broken once and fixed, a gaze of green eyes that dance with either amusement or boredom, a tall figure of lean muscles that speak of a love for the outdoors, dark waves of hair that tumble to the shoulders. They are there to make a fashion statement - demanding that all attention falls to them when they enter the room, One too many accessories that adorn their neck and ears - rarely wrists as they need them for work. A love for deep v-necks that expose a bit too much skin - skirting the line of inappropriate. Suits and one pieces, deep maroon reds and blues, that never go without the fur coat draped over their shoulders.

personality.
+ Driven, Organized, Protective, Patient, Intelligent, Charismatic
- Manipulative, Materialistic, Calculating, Easily bored, Possessive, Egotistical

A smile that either carries a threat of violence or politeness. A love for the attention that is given to them, the confidence to flaunt their wealth and hold it over others. Possessive, and protective, they are of the opinion that situations can be solved without fists if they can rely on their power and wealth. Everything should serve a purpose; including people. Entertainment, monetary value, anything else, otherwise people and things are discarded without a second thought. They’ll keep a conversation going, charismatic and smooth, even if their attention span has long been worn out - the only sign of their boredom being eyes that wander.

brief background.

tidbits/facts.

 

[BELIAL.]

barbara halcomb

investigative journalist

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  full name

  Barbara Jeanette Halcomb

  nicknames

  Babs, Barb, Barbie

  age

  Thirty-two

  date of birth

  April 1

  gender

  Cis-Female | She/Her

  sexuality

  Bisexual

  nationality

  Canadian

  role/occupation

  Investigative Journalist with the The Globe and Mail, TV Reporter for BNN Bloomberg News, on "The Watch"-- covering most major company activity within Canada
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  appearance description

  Long legged and known at her high-school for breaking a few hearts, Barbara paints herself as prettily as she can. Genetics help, sure, but she has since realized that it's all about the cultivation of one's looks that matter more than what the gene code dictates. Hideous middle school haircuts do very little to make a young girl, coming into her facial features and offset by a big nose and frequent acne, feel like she deserves to call herself beautiful. In the prime of her adult-years, though Babs would argue that she's got at least twenty before a wrinkle's gonna form, Barbara has maintained a healthy physique and clear skin. Still unable to come to terms with who she is beneath the 'mask' she's put up for the last twenty years or so, every detail is catered to for good reason, according to her.
  
  Still, confidence does not lack in the woman. She holds herself tall, even at five foot ten (well into six feet when she wears her favourite heels), and uses it to her advantage.
  
  Blonde hair that's surprisingly not natural, Barbara keeps it a nice melted dirty blonde, knowing that if she's gonna grey early like her mother she's gonna make sure nobody sees an inch of it. Her hair is somewhat long, mid-chest, and she wears it wavy (one of the few natural things she's maintained). Her face is round, nearly-heart shaped, and cut with a strong jaw. Blue-green eyes peer out from dark brows that are usually in one way twisted to some degree of 'quizzical'. Her smile is wide, and her teeth she can thank to the braces she had in middle-school.
  
  She smells of cigarettes and expensive, floral perfume. Sickening up close; compelling from a distance.

  face claim

  katheryn winnick

  cope

  manchester orchestra
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  tidbits

  ↳ ❝ [ bullet journals, dream journals, bullshit journals-- you name it, babs owns it. whether they are all filled or stubbornly stabbed into at 3am is besides the point, but both options are the frequent life states of these journals. She's been keeping them since age 12. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ addicted to cigarettes; and when the itch arrives she'll do anything to fulfill it. prefers camels to marlboros. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ frequently gets peoples names wrong on purpose; usually it's a sign that she's quite aware of what your name is, but for some reason or another enjoys getting it wrong. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ loves trashy tv. love island, the bachelor/ette, love is blind-- the like. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ frequently multitasks. chewing gum while running, listening to music while writing, doodling while listening to people ramble. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ recovering from alcoholism. don't offer unless you want your ass handed to you. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ keeps a small photo of her daughter in her wallet, a school photo from about six months ago. first grade. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ writes everything down. everything. has a weird collection of gifts, money owed and holiday present exchanges written down in a binder that she keeps in her office. has kept it up to date since age 12. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ only records people's names in her phone as adjective + emoji. dating app contacts are open dating app name + emoji, and family are often family role + emoji. If you get your name written in, you're special. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ broke her leg in high school and had to get a few rods put in. still feels it flare in cold temperatures or from overexertion. ] ❞
  
  

  personality

  dynamic, quick-witted, selfish, determined
  
  Cynical to varying degrees, yet full of enough passion and determination to fuel a jet, Barbara operates somewhere between 'barely functioning' and 'over-exerting'. If a story grips her she commits to it fully, going so far as to operate under sometimes not so legal means in order to get the perspective she needs. The district attorney knows her quite well, and she promises him a dinner every once in a while to show that she's not just fucking around for no reason. Having a bit of a criminal record, a DUI and a collection of protest related incidents, has put Barbara on the crossfires of many a local police or TSA agent-- though, to be fair, she's never left the country and thus has made sure not to aggravate any other countries at least. Sleep, basic needs, and communication with the outside world will bypass her during these periods of hyper-fixation, much to the chagrin of her loved ones and family. Still, when it comes to work she takes it seriously-- and when it comes to her personal life?
  
  Flaky at best. It's what caught up to her from a vindictive ex-husband who made it clear he'd not let their daughter live in such a household. Barbara holds little ties beyond 'important contact' or 'obligated family member', able to go completely AWOL for weeks at a time before someone starts buzzing around for her. The only person she cares for, beyond life and death, and who would be the first to ask about her, is her daughter. Despite all that Barbara is as a parent, she is a good mother-- and she has fought tooth and nail to be recognized for it. Still, between work and criminal record painting less stability, she makes whatever time she can for her daughter. To families, in this degree, Barbara is both hot and cold. When it comes to parents and their children, however, that's when she can feel those heartstrings pluck.
  
  When not working, or not committing fully to being a good mother, Barbara enjoys nights out. She's the type of person that lets go after a long week by dancing her worries away, though she stays far from alcohol, and is seven years sober. Finding out that your life was on the verge of breaking down from something as horrible as an addiction is what made Barbara finally turn around, as well as finding out that she was pregnant. Bad life choices could only last so long, and though she may fall back on a few enabling behaviours or less-than-savoury responses to people, she can say with her whole chest that she is a committed person to making better decisions.
  
  Still, she's known among her literary and news anchor peers as someone who's not afraid to dig the ugly out of the ground. Unafraid of litigation, Barbara promotes that all of her stories, big and small, are factual and accurate. She prefers to dismantle corporate negligence and other rich-fuck behaviour, though has dipped her toes into exploring the underbelly of crime-- but doesn't think she's a good enough person to do real good out there, where lives are on the line daily, or where she know she'd get too caught up in stopping the 'little bad guys' than sticking herself at the top of the trickle-down bullshit.
  
  Fiery and charismatic, Barbara knows what she wants and will go for it. Whatever the cost.
  
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  childhood

  TW: slight mentions of parental emotional neglect
  
  Eldest child and only daughter to Harry and Kathleen Halcomb, Barbara had to forage her own way in the world. Born in Toronto, the first memories that Barbara would have were of the mid-spring thaw. She walked and talked at an early age, seemingly already developing her own independence by the time she was two. Practical enough for a toddler, Barbara and Kathleen barely got along. Kathleen herself had been dealing with post partum depression since Barbara's birth, to the point that it was no longer post partum and diagnosed as simply depression, and Barbara seemed to recognise the emotional distance that her mother held for her. It was up to Harry to be the good father, and he did his best. Hard-working, Harry always had his best interests for Barbara. He got her into books, and as soon as she could carry on by herself, she would voraciously consume whatever written media was in front of her. When she was four, her parents adopted another child for the family-- Kathleen making it clear that she'd not want to go through pregnancy and birthing ever again. Babs' new little brother was a quiet boy, Arturo, and she did her best to be a good sister. Her ways were playing a little rougher and yelling a bit louder, unfortunately, so she and Arturo never quite clicked in their childhoods.
  
  By the time Barbara would go to school she seemed almost elated, even if it was pre-school for half the day at a time. Keen to make friends with everyone that she could, for some reason she struggled. The teachers attributed it to Barbara being too loud, a reoccurring problem, and that she failed to mesh well with the other kids. She excelled playtime and activities, having a wide imagination, but could not keep the attention of those around her. It would remain a sore point for the child, though she'd not realize that was the case for a couple more years.
  
  When that happened, it hit her like a freight train. Receding into her books, Babs dreamed of reading and writing. Fictional worlds where she could control everything, and make everyone just as happy as she wanted them to be. She would read her stories to her little brother at night, finding that to be the only time that the two could be at peace. Arturo would interject, attempting to change the story how he wanted-- and Babs would let him.
  
  Harry worked within the film industry in Vancouver, and he'd always fly the family out to stay at his condo on Granville Island when he knew he'd be busy with strict shooting schedules. Kathleen hated it, sometimes opting not to go, but Barbara and Arturo found they loved being away from home.
  
  

  teenage years

  TW: mentions of parental suicide, narcissistic parent
  
  At twelve, Barbara found out that her father was not her father. Harry, the man she'd been led to believe was her real dad, was in fact her uncle-- and while her mother was, yes, her mother, it suddenly made sense why her childhood had been so emotionally distant. As it happened, Barbara's birth father, Kathleen's first husband, had taken his life a week before Barbara's birth. The stress of it had induced Kathleen, and the combination of losing her husband and birthing a child had catapulted her further into her depression than would have been otherwise temporary.
  
  The circumstances of Barbara finding out had been during blood tests and checkups at the school for some sports that she'd been interested in. When it came to family history, her mother had been hush on the subject-- but Barbara had found it intriguing enough to seek out on her own. She'd rifled through her mother's things, finding the copy of the family medical history that would be submitted to the school the next day. While Kathleen could lie to her daughter, she did not find a need to lie on official paperwork. Maybe she never figured that Barbara would ask, or that she'd care to find out.
  
  Unraveling the truth had come from pressing into Harry, who bent easily to Barbara's sadness and anger. He'd told it all, saying that his brother's suicide note had asked him to raise Babs like a daughter. He and Kathleen had agreed to co-parent the girl, Kathleen knowing she'd not be able to do it alone. Pressing further, Babs wanted to know why her father had done it. He wasn't ever someone who could handle things, Barb. He was a soft, gentle person. He was so easily hurt by things. He'd gotten let go from work, and they'd accused him of money laundering in the company. He didn't know what else to do. He didn't want you or your mother to live with his guilt, even if it wasn't true.
  
  Arturo's adoption had come from wanting to keep as much of a family as possible. Maybe Kathleen did come to love Uncle Harry, maybe she just wanted normalcy too, but Barb didn't know quite what to think of it. The revelation ended up changing her, more than anyone would like to admit. Her sense of self depleted, and the only thing that she had was her writings. She wrote, wrote and wrote-- pulling back further from school and family. They got her a therapist soon after, one of the best that could be found in Toronto.
  
  It helped, even if Babs wouldn't admit it. The therapist wanted her to pursue her interest and creativity, knowing that they appealed to the girl at a spiritual level. She'd credit the therapist later for helping her get her head back on straight.
  
  Straight was one way of putting it. Once she'd gotten old enough to get the braces off, Babs cultivated the persona she'd been developing since she was little. Someone in their ideal world, the popular girl-- someone who was idolized. Changing her appearance was the only way that she could feel comfortable in her skin. Ironically enough her mother was supportive of it, revealing a new shade of herself that Barbara hadn't known-- a vile, narcissistic monster. Maybe she'd been too young to notice it, or maybe she just didn't know anything better. Her mother's words ate at her, berating her daughter for not fitting into the box that Barbara had made, for herself even, though it became clear that this was not encouragement, but envy.
  
  Babs compartmentalized it, drinking and partying with her classmates. She slept around when she could, though it became clear that it wasn't anything sentimental. Her blossoming sexuality told Babs that she really couldn't ever be herself with her mother; would she just see a reflection of a man that was long since dead?
  
  

  adulthood

  tw: mentions of alcoholism
  
  University was a break, and a fucking deserved one. Barbara fell into the independence that she'd craved as a child, and that she had forgotten about as a teenager. In the pursuit of being liked, of being loved, she'd lost sight of her own strengths. Coupled by her emotional development as a teenager, Barbara continued to develop her creative interests. Ryerson would be a haven for Barbara.
  
  She joined the university newspaper freshman year of her poli-sci degree, one of the youngest members they'd had in a while. She was pushing papers for a bit, helping with the print and getting it scanned onto the blog, but then Barbara really showed her spirit and said she'd wanted to write. The articles started small, stories here and there about cheating scandals at other campuses or campus events. They were good, nothing great-- so Barbara began to dig. Finding things within the community, even sniffing out a drug dealer on campus that had connections to one of the drug gangs in Toronto. Being that this was news more deserving to the RCMP than the local paper, the university had the article sniped-- though that didn't stop her drive.
  
  Sometime in university Barbara had simultaneously become a full blown alcoholic, and met her future husband. Someone she'd hooked up with a few times, and who was on the newspaper with her, yet who she strangely found she couldn't stand to be around. Still, they latched to each other tightly and were inseparable. She was functional, all things considered, yet was so solely reliant on the bottle that when she'd found out she was pregnant, and knew very well that whatever was growing inside of her would run the risk of causing more pain later if she kept drinking, she'd had a full on breakdown. Tears and yelling-- her husband'd called the cops but it was settled before she got booked for anything.
  
  Barb didn't know what came over her, but rather than shuffle neatly to get an abortion she found herself wanting the excuse to change, as much as she knew that it would catapult her whole life aside. Her husband seemed keen on the idea, encouraging whatever means to put Barbara on the right path. Good intentions bad approach, she'd say: he was a horrible person when he wanted to be.
  
  She got as much done in those nine months as possible, including securing herself a profitable position as a writer for the Globe and Mail. Knowing that she much preferred the screen, and finding that she liked her words spoken rather than written, Barb had a goal in mind.
  
  In the years since her daughter, Mackenzie, was born, Barbara's done the most to secure her place in Toronto. Doubling down as an economic watchdog as much as a journalist with a passion for companies attempting to pull the wool over their customer's eyes, she's a well known skeptic and hard-ass. Never putting it on thin for the big CEOs, when she puts her nose to something she intends to sniff it out. Dawson Creek was just one blip that she'd intended to do more searches on, having already plenty of tabs put out on their shifty prospects: to her, at least.
  
  Divorce too, and losing sole custody of her daughter in favour of weekends has put her in a sour mood lately. The idea of sniffing out another failed business venture, or perhaps unveiling something grand and money-making (her wanting to be the first to broadcast it), made her more than appealed by the notion of attending this preview.
  

coded by natasha.

 

[Develius]

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Name:
| Elliot Witton |

Appearance:​

• Height: | 5'5" | 1.67 Meters |​
• Weight: | 172 lbs | 78.01 kg |​
• Skin Color: | Caucasian/Tanned |​
• Hair Color: | Dark Brown | White Side Streaks |​
• Eye Color: | Light "Hazelnut" Brown |​

Age:
| 32 |

Gender/Pronouns:
| Male | he/him |

Sexuality:
| Bisexual |

Role:
| Scientist - Paleobiologist/Paleozoologist |
| Resident Sauropod & Hadrosaur Expert |
|Avid Therizinosauroidea Enthusiast|

Personality:
Elliot is a relatively cheerful and overly enthusiastic person regarding his work and passions within the park. He's considered as a very outgoing individual, often initiating or welcoming conversation with others, and is friendly (perhaps too friendly at times) to nearly every person he meets. It's not uncommon to find his quirkiness lead to certain awkward moments. At the same time, Elliot is a diligent worker and always puts his work and passions above everything else, being not afraid to stay within the laboratory for long hours at a time. He's also quite vocal when it comes to designing these extinct creatures, often putting emphasis on "educational" and making them as "paleo-accurate" as they could be in life - with a hint of reasonable and healthy speculation - rather than "mindless entertainment monstrosities". Aside from being in his lab, he can also be seen strolling around the park and giving out factoids about the fauna of each exhibit alongside certain staff members; being not afraid to get his hands dirty if the situation calls for it.

Brief Background:
| For as long as he could remember, Elliot Witton had always been fascinated by dinosaurs. His world seemed to revolve around the very concept as a kid, where he'd watch various movies and documentaries on prehistoric life, as well as reading numerous dinosaur encyclopedias he often rented from the school library. He was called by his friends in middle school as the resident "Dino Nerd", a title many wouldn't take too seriously. While most of his friends and family didn't believe his near-obsessive passion for paleontology would get him anywhere in life, Elliot would not be deterred by their comments.

As he matured, Elliot's interests would expand more towards the more technical and scientific aspects of the subject - as well as taking an interest in general biology and zoology. His mother would help pay for his tuition at Virginia Tech, where he participated with his paleontology professor on an expedition to a dig site in the Cerro Barcino Formation in Argentina. Eventually, Elliot would gain a masters degree in Paleobiology and work at the American Museum of Natural History; entering as a tour guide for the fossil hall, before finding work within the laboratories and going on two additional dig site expeditions in Mexico (Cerro del Pueblo Formation) and Canada (Dinosaur Park Formation) respectively. He has been credited on several research papers, usually as the assistant or the writer in question as well as making sketches on the side that he posts online; becoming a well-known figure within the paleontology sphere of the internet.

He also had a relationship with one Susan Becksworth shortly after getting his museum job, having met her as a fellow tour guide, though they divorced 6 years later due to Elliot's job taking more of his time away from home. It was a stressful time for the both of them, but both he and his ex-fiancé left on good terms.

But never did Elliot believe he was ever going to become involved with real living prehistoric fauna. To him, it seemed like a distant dream; a fantasy that he'd not see in his lifetime. Maybe his kids will - if he ever has any - or if not, his grandkids, but it seemed so far away. That was until he was invited to work for Dawson Creek Prehistoric Park to help work with designing these extinct creatures to be presented to the public eye for the first time!

And it was an offer the ecstatic scientist couldn't possibly say no to~

Tidbits and Facts:​

• - Named in honor of Paleo-Artist Mark Witton.​
• - Middle child of three. Has an older brother (Garret Witton) and a younger sister (Emma Witton).​
• - Sketches dinosaurs and other prehistoric life both as a hobby and for research papers.​
• - Avid supporter of wildlife conservational efforts (of real animals).​
• - Sauropods are his favorite dinosaur species.​
• - Occassionally visits certain enclosures; made friends with a Dimorphodon named "Delliah".​
• Loves coffee. Also loves wearing plaid.​

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[Blobs]

XI.
lotto winner
scroll.

Supermodel
Måneskin

VISAGE
NAME: Leslie Temps

NICKNAMES: Lessie

D.O.B: March 28th

AGE: 22 years old

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Nonbinary-she/they

ORIENTATION: Queer

ROLE: Lottery winner

APPEARANCE
APPEARANCE: Leslie, with her spindly limbs and skin as pale as a sheet of printer paper, cuts a striking, elegant figure. Standing at 5 foot 3 inches, Leslie is not a tall person, yet carries herself in such a way that she seems drastically taller than she truly is. Head held high with a confident glint in her eye, Leslie projects an air of such conviction that it's hard not to simply bow down and follow her lead. Born with hair as brown as a hen's egg, Leslie, upon reaching adulthood, dyed it to a stark black color, preferring the way it complimented her daily outfits. Cut short, it reaches up to her shoulders in a natural, voluminous wave. While Leslie is skinny, she is also fairly toned from years of ballet and gymnastics. Her eyes are a light brown coloration and usually framed by thick black eyeliner.

STYLE: Leslie's style would often be considered 'grunge', with a heavy emphasis on dark colors and clothes with a certain rakish quality to them. Baggy shirts, skinny jeans, torn pants, plaid skirts- those occupy her closet, to the point where her aunt once took a quick peek in and deduced that they were either a) possessed by the devil or b) depressed. (Only one option was correct.) From time to time, Leslie introduces a little pop of color into her wardrobe, such as light purples or blue's. When she wants to get all dolled up, she'll commonly strike a bold, red upper lip and add gel black gel nails to her ensemble.

FACECLAIM: Winona Ryder

PSYCHE
PERSONALITY: Smart, spunky, and more than a little cocky, Leslie can only be described by those who know her to be a handful. At the age of 22, Leslie acts younger than she truly is, immaturity racing through every vein of her being. Her starter of choice for every conversation tends to skew towards perverted jokes, and she raises her voice at any occasion she can. Yet there's also a strange, world weary cynicism to her, a feeling that Leslie's lived through more than what she should for her age. Impulsive, she rarely thinks through her decisions, and while she does attempt to do what she thinks is right, often fails miserably as a result. She acts as though she hasn't a care in the world, living fast and hard underneath the bright lights of her city for the week. Leslie makes a splash whenever she walks in a room, making sure to attract attention wherever she goes. Lively and vivacious, Leslie is wonderful to hang out with at a party, but seldom elsewhere. Underneath her extravagance and immaturity, however, is a sweet, caring person who'd happily help you hide a body if you just asked.

traits

Inquisitive
Jokester
Spunky
Vivacious
Temperamental
Emotional
Wistful
A Punk

tidbits

-Has ADHD
-Lactose Intolerant
-Has Scoliosis, which makes her appear shorter than she actually is
-Fear of the dark
-Hates her birthday
-knows various phrases in spanish and french
-had a period of her life where she was obsessed with Francois Sagan
-While her family didn't have much money, Leslie attended ballet and gymnastics lesson's, those provided both through her school and by her mother's friends, who offered her discounts
-Soccer fanatic. Every time the world cup comes on she goes balls to the walls insane.

TIME MACHINE
HISTORY: Born as the eldest of 5 siblings, Leslie was, from a young age, expected to be the eternal caregiver to her family. Her father left when she was young, after the last child had been born and he felt the pressures of fatherhood upon him; her mother, a maid for the wealthy Laurent family, was in constant health crises, further compounded by their father's sudden departure. Leslie barely has any memories of her childhood where she was treated as a child; instead, her memories consisted of watching over her siblings, helping her mother around the small little apartment they called home, skipping meals to make sure everyone else in her family had enough to eat. She worked at shitty retail jobs and collected pennies from fountains. While everyone else was attending parties and hanging outside until the sky turned pink, Leslie was mopping down the floors and cleaning clogged toilets.

In the small town of Plainriver, Connecticut, the town was divided strictly into two segments: the have's and the have not's. Leslie's family was firmly on the side of the have-not's. There were times- many, many times- where the water was turned off, internet taken away, and the fridge only had molded cheese to sustain them. Leslie oftentimes didn't take showers in order to conserve water, which led to her smelling terrible at school. It was somewhat fine when she attended the local public school- almost all of the kids had the same background as Leslie, so while she wasn't exactly popular due to her shy, demure countenance, she wasn't the most hated kid either.

Then came the day in sixth grade when the town's private school- known as the magnate for the town's wealthy children- opened it's doors, for the first time in it's history, to the kids on the "wrong" side of town. Gone was the entrance fee- instead, the new class would be chosen via lottery. While the children that applied to the school were still overwhelmingly from the wealthy side of town, there were still a few children from the public school, such as Leslie, who decided to apply. And wonder of all wonders, Leslie was accepted.

Leslie was the only child from the other side of town to be admitted into the school, and as a result, was mostly left on her own. Her clothes were tacky; her hair was greasy; her scent was horrid- it was a recipe for bullying. Leslie was made fun of and ostracized constantly by her affluent classmates, who were distressed about rubbing shoulders with a proclaimed "hick" such as Leslie. Whenever a school trip happened, Leslie always had to stay behind due to the exorbitant cost. When school dances were in full swing, Leslie almost always never went, both occupied with child-rearing as well as having no one to go with. As the school encompassed all of both middle and high school, Leslie went to school with the same kids year after year. She was a fish sent into a school full of sharks.

Due to their inability to afford a doctor, Leslie's mother slowly whittled away, her health deteriorating day by day until eventually, when Leslie had reached the 11th grade, she died. The children were placed with their Aunt Tristan, a long-estranged cousin of their mother's. A recent widow, Aunt Tristan was awash in grief, and while she offered the kids a roof, she mostly left them to their own devices. Leslie all but became became her siblings mother during this time period, counselling them through their grief, making sure they were well-taken care of, and pushing down her own feelings.

One day shortly after her mother's passing, Leslie found her journal. It was small, the dusty brown cover falling off the books spine. Inside were sketches, anecdotes, dreams- her mother had wanted to apply to art school and move to California. Leslie had never thought of her mother quite as a person; as a frail individual, kind and well-meaning, eternally servile? Yes. But never as a person who could have had dreams, aspirations like her.

Her mother had, apparently, given up on her dreams due to pressure by her own mother to do something useful with her life, such as getting a job. Ma said I'd go broke if I went to art school. That they'd never accept anyone like me, her mother had scrawled in her yellowed notebook. Knowing this information about her mother, instead of comforting Leslie, had the entirely opposite effect: it terrified her. The thought of someone so vivacious and lively giving up on their dreams and rotting to death in their small little town terrified the living daylights out of her. She looked back on her own life: she barely had friends, hadn't traveled, had toiled at endless afterschool jobs. Where had her childhood gone?

High school came and went. The graduating class all had plans- some would stay and start families in their picture perfect houses. Others would head to college, both at home and abroad, feeling the itch to leave home. There were parties, shin-digs to celebrate childhood's last hurrah.

And the night of graduation, Leslie wrote a farewell note, collected her savings- about a thousand, scrapped together from jobs and what little money she got from her mother's will- and slipped away into the night. She wasn't sure where she was going- to California, perhaps, or New York? She just wanted to get away. She could never afford college, and leaving her siblings behind was killing her, but she had to do this. She had to live her life, before it was too late.

She ended up hitch-hiking throughout the country, living from wage to wage with various roommates. It wasn't too different from what she was used to before, except this time she felt a sense of total freedom. Doing spontaneous, life-altering shit became her life's purpose- which included applying for the lotto. She'd always dreamed of seeing the dinosaurs, and after hearing about the lottery, applied. She hadn't expected to win, but now that she has, she wants to see what the park has to offer- and maybe pet a dino or two.

GALLERY​

Leslie Temps

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[Togy]

Name:
Tenzing Bhagat Norgay
Age:
34
Gender/Pronouns:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Role/Occupation:
Animal Handler/Tour Guide
Nationality:
Nepal

FC:
Aashirman Deshraj Joshi
Height:
5'7
Weight:
138 LB
Skin Color:
Light brown
Hair Color:
Black
Eye Color:
Blue

Personality:
Tenzing, while generally affable, is not a man afraid of confrontation. He's campaigned against poachers, deforestation, and destroying wildlife habitats for the majority of his life. If he has a problem, he'll quickly make it known and attempt to correct it. Despite this, if you're not on the opposing end of a philosophical or moral debate with him, he's a decent guy to talk to. Sure, he gives the impression he'd rather be doing basically anything else and he always smells like Triceratops urine, but there's definitely worse conversation partners.

Naturally, Tenzing is adept at interacting with animals. Be advised, this does not give him control over them, only an understanding of how to appease animals, how to keep them calm, and how to ingratiate himself with them. It's a mutual relationship, and Tenzing has to step very lightly when handling predators. Should the worst happen, however, Tenzing is all but guaranteed to keep his cool. He's had to stare down charging Silverback Gorillas before, and if he could stay calm during that, there's very little chance he'd lose his head for anything else.

Brief Background:
Tenzing was born in Dudhkoshi, Nepal, to an Indian father and a Nepali mother. His father, when he wasn't making a living working as a sherpa to guide tourists spending their vacations mountaineering or transporting supplies through the Mahalangur Himal sub-region of the Himalayas, prevented tourists and poachers alike from hunting the native wildlife or destroying their native habitats for either profit or because of sheer incompetence. He would often take Tenzing with him on his trips through the nature and mountains of Solukhumbu, and because of this he quickly grew an appreciation for all things flora and fauna.

When he turned eighteen, Tenzing left home to work at the Kathmandu zoo. The animal handlers and caretakers of the zoo took him under their wings when he showed genuine interest in learning more about how to care for animals. That, and he begged. To an amount that it was just easier to teach him what he wanted to know than to try ignoring him. While working at the zoo, Tenzing enrolled in the University of Kathmandu to major in zoology with a minor in Linguistics, completing his four-year degree in only three years due to studying tirelessly and missing more sleep than what is reasonably healthy.

With a degree and job experience under his belt, Tenzing moved to India to work at the Arignar Anna Zoological Park as an animal handler for five years. By his second year at the park, he had begun working with Asian Elephants and Bengal Tigers. He had also re-entered university to attain a second degree in Animal Behavior, but chose not to torture himself again by finishing a year early.

Tenzing chose to quit his job at Arignar after being offered a position working with wildlife conservationists in Brazil. He spent five years working in and out of the Amazonian regions of South America before moving to Zimbabwe to stop Rhino poaching for three years.

Not too long ago, he'd been offered a position by Dawson Creek as an animal handler for a new island installation. He'd accepted the position purely out of curiosity, and now that he's gotten himself involved, he can't find it in himself to leave. Call it morbid fascination.

Tidbits and Facts:
-Named after one of the first two men to summit Mt. Everest. The fact that their family names match is purely coincidental, Norgay is a very common name.
-Owns three cats
-Speaks English, Nepali, Tibetan, Hindi, and Chinese
-Wildlife Conservationist Activist
-Has six siblings
-Speaks with a noticeable Nepali accent​

 

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J.R. (NOT JUNIOR), Jay, Ms. Rose, shadow (in reference to her boss)

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25

sexuality

lesbian

gender

female (he/they/she)

Occupation

CEO's personal assistant

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dark brown

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green

Height

5'6

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- laidback. absolutely exudes calmness. You know how they use capybaras as emotional support for a variety of baby animals because they're so relaxed? That's J.R.
- observant. clever and detail oriented, J.R. notices most things other's would overlook, often bringing up the odd piece of information others have forgotten about.
- funny! He's a bit of a jokester, this one. He knows when to shut it and be professional, but is usually the first person to try and bring some levity to a situation with a nice touch of comedy.
- directionless. like a jellyfish floating through the ocean, J.R. goes with the flow, He can appear even listless, unenthusiastic, merely existing at a base level of contentment and never expanding far beyond that.
- pushover. going hand-in-hand with her lack of direction, J.R. doesn't have many strong opinions. At least, not ones he's comfortable bringing up. Though you wouldn't assume him meek from first impression, his lack of backbone quickly becomes apparent when pushed. It does, however, make him pretty likeable to people. and easily taken advantage of.
- extrovert. JR loves being around people. He has a casual confidence about him that makes him a likeable little fellow. Combine that with his desire to never ruffle any feathers, and he's just a charming, friendly dude! The kind of guy you could pal around with.

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- born and raised in San Francisco, California to a decently wealthy family. Not millionaires or billionaires by any means, but not wanting either. Mom was a pharmaceuticals engineer, Dad was a professor of Ornithology. The Bernards as a family have long had important scientific and political connections, a tradition continued on with JR's parents and siblings.
- the middle child of a younger sister and two older brothers. One brother working on genetic engineering research, the other a state senator for California (aiming for a run at governor).
- a shy kid who struggled to make friends and was often pushed out of his comfort zone to keep up with the family's robust social life. He had plenty of expectations pressed onto him throughout his life, as could be expected from a family like his.
- his mother was the primary source of distress. She always wanted him to come out of his shell, to hang out with the right people, to dress a certain way, to do exactly as told. She could be VERY controlling. Not great for JR's mental health.
- JR ended up hanging out with a bunch of stoners and queer kids in high school. you can probably figure out their influence.
- Went to undergrad in Nebraska because his dad was an alumni who knew someone in admissions. Studied Poli Sci and accounting.
- Had an incredibly awful, very bad, toxic relationship with a girl throughout college that left him rather rattled.
- Dawson Creek's CEO is a family friend of the Bernards who offered a place for JR.
- Started interning for the CEO as a junior in college. Was given a full-time job as his assistant once they graduated.
- His life has mostly revolved around his job since then. He doesn't really have friends or close connections outside of his family.

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- JR smuggled a wax pen onto the island. Please don't tell his boss :C
- Has multiple tattoos. a sword on his right wrist, a pair of hearts on his left hip, a pair of skeletal hands on his ribs, and more.
- industrial bar piercings on both ears and a septum ring
- JR is actually, like, REALLY good at math. Can do a lot of mental math very quick and easy.
- He's also fucking killer at chess, mahjong, and most card games
- knows how to drive a motorcycle, but is not licensed.

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  Malika Shiasy Varian

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  Mal, The Dinosaur Whisperer, The Raptor Mother

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  age

  22 years old

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  date of birth

  September 13

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  gender

  female

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  sexuality

  Bisexual

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  occupation

  Carnivore/Predator Research Behavioralist

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  role

  Biologist/Zoologist
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  Mal has wavy, knee-length ebony black hair which has an inky blue sheen to it in the sunlight. She often stylesit in a braid or high ponytail when in the field working.

  eyes

  
  

  Almond-shaped silver-dipped mercury blue

  build

  
  

  Lightly muscled and Lithe, think of a ballet or gymnast body build.

  attire

  
  

  Malika oftentimes wears jeans with flared bottoms and form-fitting short-sleeved or three-quarter sleeved shirts which are jewel-toned (mainly emerald green, forest green and sapphire blue with cream) embroidered with silver and gold floral designs. She has a clicker on her left hip attached to her jeans, and she almost always wears about 2-inch heeled boots, which are ebony. Her jeans are often brown, khaki, or light blue in color. She has a whistle that also rests on her hip with the clicker. When attending events, you will find her wearing her hair down instead of up, and she often wears a skirt or gown of ruby red with sequined floral patterns enhancing the outfits. She has a hairclip of an impala lily made of amazonite and garnet stones and also has a matching necklace that never leaves her neck.

  modifications

  
  

  N/A

  scars / markings

  
  

  She has a delicate tattoo of a cheetah with hibiscus flowers along her left shoulder blade.

  physical / health ailments

  
  

  Mal does have a slight limp in her step that if you didn't know her past it would be easy to miss

  misc info

  
  

  She does have a hint of auburn streaks in her hair and she also wears a bracelet from Down to the Wire which she got in South Africa, made from collected snare wire and she never takes it off.

  weight

  100 lbs.

  height

  5 feet 2 inches
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  • virtues

    Patient

    Organized

    Honest

    Kind

    Sweet-tempered
  • vices

    Quiet

    Distrustful

    Overprotective

    Cautious

    Distant
  • likes

    Solitude

    Being in the field

    Studying Dinosaur Behavior

    Exploring outdoors

    dislikes

    Large groups

    People

    Being inside / behind a desk

    Small, enclosed spaces
  • strengths

    - Can randomly spout carnivorous dinosaur facts
    - Being organized
    - Has an amazing photographic memory

    weaknesses

    - Being around too many people
    
    - Her love of books will get her in trouble
    
    - If you hurt one of her raptors then she will immediately follow along (even if threatened - she will do anything for her raptors and dinosaurs she cares for)

    mentail ailments

    As most in her field, Malika suffers from OCD to a small extent. She has to have all her work perfectly organized and if not then she will freak out.

    fears

    
    ~ Astrophobia
    ~ Claustrophobia
    ~ Lepidopterophobia
  • favourites

    Turquoise

    Bunny Chow from Africa

    Love Power by Idina Menzel

    Avatar

    COFFEE

    Studying Dinosaurs (duh! Why would you ask this? Of course she loves studying her favorite animals)

  Dimosaurs are just misunderstood.

  personality

  Malika is a sweet-tempered girl once you get to know her outside of the cold exterior. She is very kind, just distrustful and wary of all people around her. Lika is very quiet and distant at first glance, preferring solitude and the company of dinosaurs over the true company of her own species. She is a patient soul with a calm attitude that can confuse most if they know her other side. She is loyal and honest but protective of predator species and those she cares about. She is extremely intelligent and knows a lot of facts about carnivorous dinosaurs. Many will find her in an exhibit, just sitting and studying the dinosaurs around her. Mal is organized and often has a notebook on her with plenty of data regarding behaviors she notices. Once you get Mal focused on what she loves, she can go a bit, well, insanely hyper. Malika is an empathetic soul, but this is a blessing and a curse when it comes to her idea of her empathy. Mal isn't used to having friends, having relied on herself for a long time - so tread carefully around her. Once you break her trust, you won't ever get it back.
  
  Malika will not tolerate any bullies or rude people around her. She has an extremely soft spot for anyone younger than her and will literally do anything to cheer them up. Malika does have a fiery and sassy side to her - she just doesn't show it as often unless you have her trust. She prefers to keep a more professional front over anything else.
• first stage of life

  Malika was born to a Kenyan mother and a South African father. Her childhood was spent tagging along with her mom on research missions and homeschooling constantly, as her parents were always busy. She always got top marks in her science classes, and she found herself super in love and curious about dinosaurs. As time passed, she found her interest leaning more toward carnivores and their behaviors. She constantly helped her mom conduct research on cheetahs and African Wild Dogs in the Maasai Mara. However, before her 13th birthday, her father was headed on a trip to Madagascar, and his plane crashed. Of course, nothing was ever found, and no news was ever shared. Mal is still not sure if she believes that her father is alive and/or if he is, why has he not returned to her? Malika stopped wondering after her birthday occurred, swearing to continue to help her mother in whatever way she could.

  Amboseli, Botswana, and Teenage Years

  Malika had the best teenage life any girl could ever want. She was constantly immersed in nature and just having a blast helping her mother with anything they could. Of course, Mal was more or less just thrilled to spend 4 years in Amboseli National Park doing research on Cheetahs and Leopards with her mom. From the ages of 13 to 16, Malika constantly went out every day for 5 hours with her mom, tracking the individuals they had collared with GPS Collars and documenting prey preference, kill counts, and behaviors of the fabulous felines in the morning and in the evening. Every evening after dinner, Malika would do her homework and listen to her lectures, and when on research drives, she would have her mom quiz her about it. After graduating from her high school classes and getting such experience, Malika and her mother left Amboseli to move to the Okavango Delta in Botswana. Ashra had a small vacation home in near the delta and she loved to take her daughter there every summer. The two would immerse themselves in the wonders of the bush as they spent summer together.

  College, Career, and the Accident which changed her life

  Malika moved to Cape Town in order to complete college from ages 17 to 19. She had done her course in Wildlife Conservation and Biology, getting a Bachelor's degree of Science majoring in conservation, wildlife biology, zoology, and ecology. She had a blast and loved every second she got to spend in college. However, all good things tend to never stay. Right before graduation, Mal got a phone call from the police in Kenya... her mother had gotten bit by a black mamba while doing research in the field and died before being able to be rushed to a hospital. Malika couldn't believe it, and so she threw herself into finding a career, dedicating herself to taking over Ash's Center for Wildlife Conservation - her mother's company and also finding her own path too. She traveled far and wide, going back to Amboseli and the Mara, the Serengeti, Kruger National Park, and some Private reserves too. During one of her adventures abroad, Malika found an unusual-looking egg which turned out to be a raptor egg. After her incident, the egg hatched into a raptor, and the duo has been together ever since. One day, Malika was out in the field in Kruger, and she accidentally got bit by a Puff Adder, another one of the venomous snakes in South Africa. Luckily, Malika carried a first aid kit and was quick to get out the compression bandage. The girl had to travel about 30 minutes-1 hour in order to get to a hospital. While she was able to get the antivenom, Malika wouldn't ever be rid of the limp she now had. Since the accident, she has made it so she doesn't limp noticeably, but there are times in cold weather it will be a bit more prominent. She has two small puncture scars on her ankle where she had been bit. When she turned 20, the park reached out to her in order to see if she would like a spot to focus on predator and carnivore behavior. Of course, Malika said yes. Mal hasn't ever told anyone of her bonded raptor, but where you find one - you can be sure the other won't be far behind.
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  Lorien Varian

  Lorien is Malika's father and believed to be missing and/or dead. Lorien went missing after his plane crashed heading to Madagascar. No facts were released about the crash and it is believed the entire place (plus staff) are lost at sea/were lost at sea.

  Ashra Varian

  Ashra was Malika's mother and the CEO of Ash's Center for Wildlife Conservation in Kenya. She died from a Black Mamba snake bite while her daughter was graduating college.

  Rashina

  Rashina is the only friend Malika had, before being betrayed anyways. Rashina suffered immense jealousy when it came to Malika knowing all the science and getting the experiences of a lifetime. Rashina tried to get close with Mal, only to bully and belittle Malika when her mother died - sending the young adult to South Africa and then leaving the betrayal fresh on Malika's heart. If you want to know some of the reason behind why Mal closes herself off - this gal is the main reason.

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[idalie]

mauritz van der englebrecht

security | big game hunter

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  full name

  Mauritz Johannes van der Englebrecht

  nicknames

  Ritz, Ritzy

  age

  Thirty-six

  date of birth

  June 11

  gender

  Cis-Male | He/Him

  sexuality

  Bisexual

  nationality

  South African

  role/occupation

  Park Security; Employee and Visitor Safety.
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  appearance description

  The Boer cuts a distinct figure; broad in chest and strong in arm, inheriting a formidable albeit encumbering height erring on the side of 6’4”. Dutch heritage runs deep in the veins of old settlers, throwing up mixed characteristics in the blue of his eyes and mundane chestnut of his hair, but by no means does such commonality lessen the greater effect. Mauritz’s tanned complexion bronzes down to light russet gold in the African sun, helping distinguish lighter calluses that line the tops of his palms and rough, labour-worn skin; accustomed to harsh environments and harsher employ.
  
  Soft, inoffensive cheekbones complement that of a sharper jaw; smattered in unshaven stubble and proudly groomed moustache. First impressions are certain to give the essence of a man who's seen too many Magnum P.I. reruns, preferring colourful open shirts and the cigarette that ought to be glued to his lower-lip. Where uniforms exist for on-duty rounds and call-outs, Ritz hasn’t much luck adhering to the high standards of spit-and-span; unclean boots and worn-in gear proffering a sense of genuine comfort in all that he does, whether or not it be butchery or trespass.
  
  Scented most often by sea water, sweat, and whatever cologne comes to hand, Ritz isn’t the sort for airs and graces. Rarely do men like him wish to sit still, always searching for the next war; the next opportunity; the next paycheque. Blood is money. It pays like liquid gold.

  face claim

  michiel huisman

  stagger lee

  nick cave and the bad seeds
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  ↳ ❝ [ fluent in Afrikaans & Xhosa; whilst only conversational in Arabic (Iraqi), French & Zulu. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ a tattoo on the back of his neck reads “Français par le sang versé”, though it’s blurred and faded from continuous exposure. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ never stepped foot in a cinema and doesn’t understand the appeal; expensive snacks and viewing with a room full of people is at most, a waste of time and money. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ atrocious love of Hemingway’s war novellas—he likes to keep a battered paperback of For Whom the Bell Tolls. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ the amount of rough and tumble his body has seen, is cause for slower recovery. nicks and scars are a tapestry of hunting trips, foreign expeditions, and active combat (though truthfully, some of them are simply intoxicated falls). ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ raised in South Africa, his accent varies between the heavy Johannesburg drawl and Cape Town burr. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ a master of misdirection⁠—Mauritz is effective at manipulating the blame to point elsewhere. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ for all his ultimately terrible points, Ritzy suffers acute symptoms of PTSD yet disdains the idea of therapists. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ his phone is a small modern Nokia brick with limited capability of short, blunt messages and the odd smiley face. ] ❞
  
  ↳ ❝ [ eats everything and anything⁠; the resident co-worker who has no qualms stealing your lunch, only Ritz will admit to it and proceed to ask whether you’ve got change for the vending machine. ] ❞
  
  

  personality

  greedy, ambitious, enamouring, perceptive
  
  A remarkably pleasant man of unpleasant means; Mauritz introduces himself with all manner of charm, disguising a honeytrap of greed beneath sweeter tidings. To put it plainly, he likes playing the game of being liked.
  
  Money and the methods of which it’s procured, are worth little to a mercenary whose life teeters between unfaithful service and equally underhanded dealings. Nursing a chip on his shoulder against authority, Ritzy’s ambition to get ahead has always been a subject of contention⁠—whether he secures power through violence or manipulative practices is neither here nor there, what matters is being heeded. If not for his grossly overindulged ego, by all sane measures he’s long proved to be a good leader. Lest he turn to recklessness and spite, tempting the odds with a self-possessed idea that death has other plans. Perhaps it is within the act of declaring immortality, man might inherit its favour.
  
  A diagnosed adrenaline junkie incapable of slowing down, Mauritz’s travels are both outlandish and varied. Successful work provides a year or two of the beach-bum lifestyle⁠—each time swearing it to be his retirement until the boredom sets in. Once or twice attempting to settle in a permanent role, often swearing off stints in construction and warehouses, there are men simply unaccustomed to peace.
  
  Accompanying big game hunting, private safari tours, and poaching right beneath conservation areas noses⁠—Mauritz lives by the notion of the better predator wins. And he’s yet to lose. Outsmarting, outskinning, and outkilling, hands in a carcass and laying down-wind until the Earth saps away all heat from his abdomen, the hunt is the most compelling reason of all. The relish, rush and study of behaviour that gets beasts killed. However be it far from him to boast⁠⁠—pushing a reputation in circles he actively considers his like-minded equals, such compartmentalising of his fractured personality is exactly what keeps Ritzy from slipping up.
  
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  The descendant of Boer farmers and diamond miners, money flowed through the Van der Englebrecht’s weak as water and fickle as blood. Unable to keep a hold on their fortunes, either beset by financial disaster or toppled by changes to regime, they became men of illustrious histories and little wealth. Mauritz’s grandfather liked to label it a curse; successors seeking out the remedy for greed. Ritz was born into a decidedly debt-riddled family, the youngest brother of ageing parents, watching his brothers leave–emigrating elsewhere.
  
  Followed by piling bills and political turmoil at every turn, Mauritz never quite grasped the importance of it all. Attacks, energy crises, and instability at home paved the foundations for a child whose head was already full of legends to enamour itself with war.
  
  Frequently running off, Mauritz’s schooling became that of pathological lies and the back of his father’s hand. Peering into empty smoke grenade canisters and eyes welling up on the remnants of tear gas, Ritz avidly collected bullet casings; wriggling his way into the ruins of disused offices and empty classrooms. Exploration started early, with any means to avoid his parents unwelcome lecturings.
  
  It was his grandfather whom provided greater comfort, summer’s spent on his farm in rural Africa proved to bond him fiercely to the ideal of what his own father should’ve been. Taught to shoot guns and hike extremes, Mauritz worked the long scalding days cultivating crop in the dry soil. Eventually, he worked underhandedly for his grandfather poaching wildlife off the game reserves for extra cash when times got tough. Ivory trading, alternative medicine, there was profit to be made.
  
  And Mauritz liked the rush of late night espionage.
  
  

  Honneur et Fidélité

  
  Aged seventeen, Mauritz struggled to think of a future for himself. One that wasn’t reaping and sowing seed, or doomed to white-collar drudgery. Rather, it was on his own initiative he joined the French Foreign Legion in the midst of the Iraq war. Nevertheless, it wouldn’t be until he was eighteen that Ritz saw active service in the Middle East. Years in service, things came and went, though Ritzy got ahead of himself⁠—as proved his hubris, selling contraband and opiates for a nifty penny.
  
  But the locals, he was fond of. Always the sort to kill wild dogs mauling the cattle and turn a blind eye. So much so, his Arabic improved in bounds, invited with collaborators and striking up friendships with the Iraqi forces.
  
  After five years, discharged on full pay⁠—Mauritz took up mercenary work in security contracting, mostly out in Africa to protect honey-mooning safari couples and their fascination with local customs and creatures. Out chasing predators and prey alike, the behaviour of animals, much like the livestock he’d raised and wild dogs he’d put down⁠; had his fixation in figuring out their next movement.
  
  Knowing what areas certain groups returned to, whether or not the riverbed had dried, where the imprint or drag of a paw could highlight the health of the animal. Around the time he was involved with, although never married, various short-lived relationships in and around his changing employers. Personal assistants, photographers, and the occasional ditzy tourist.
  
  Moving on to India for a chance to take a crack at a tiger, he’d been bitten by the travel bug. Taking work throughout Asia, down into Oceania and eventually Australia⁠—where he briefly took up a position as a ranch hand for pocket change. He touted his services and in due time with jungle tours, rambling memoirs, and his fill of spilled blood, grew larger than life. Starting his own security firm for the rich and stupid, or science expeditions⁠—catering to a a renowned standard and proffering freedom in the way things were run for Mauritz.
  
  

  The Most Dangerous Game

  
  To have lived thirty-six years in constant turmoil, the dusty plains of the African savannah, the jungles of Peru, and wetlands of India, studying big-prey and protecting the wealthy from standing on rusty landmines⁠—Mauritz felt once more to have reached an unsatisfying baseline of norm. Thus, he did what any other sane man approaching his forties might; passing on the reins of the hardwon company.
  
  Accepted for the position at Dawson’s Creek, found through word of mouth via connections with the wider mercenary groups of fellow veterans and Legionnaires, there is a thrill not known to many men. Seeing something as powerful and extinct as a living dinosaur, and knowing it would be sought after in big game hunting if the market were only ripe for the creatures to be mass produced.
  
  His interest, as ever, is up to no good.
  

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[wickedlittlecritta]

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full name

aleksandr pavlovich romanov

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age

thirty
Taurus

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sexuality

demisexual

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birthplace

moscow, russia

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security

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  Typically in practical, well-worn clothes when on the job, and the worst gopnik athleisure off the clock. Usually wearing big aviators and a beat up leather jacket either way.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Ivan Yankovskiy
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  At first meeting, Sasha often comes across as cold: quiet, reserved, and often dry or brusque when he does contribute to the conversation. This is a defense mechanism: all his life he's been the weird kid, too loud at the wrong times, always saying the wrong thing, and he's learned to keep his mouth shut. If you manage to get him to warm up to you, you'll find a completely different person hiding under that indifferent armor. Confident, affable, and with a decisiveness that's its own kind of charisma, once he's comfortable with people he usually winds up in the center of them, to his great surprise.
  
  At this point, the only person who thinks people don't like Sasha is mostly Sasha, but old habits die hard.
  
  Sasha does also have a hell of a temper, but he's long learned to keep it to himself. Most people don't get to see it until he's well past the boiling point. Despite the temper and his often grumpy daily demeanor, in an actual crisis he's a cool head. When everything is going to shit around him is when Sasha is at his best.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  The middle child of three, Sasha was born in Moscow during the decline of the Soviet Union to a British journalist and her Russian photojournalist husband. Rather quiet and bookish as a child, and the least assuming of three clever, charismatic children, Sasha never considered himself particularly academic, and was happiest running wild in his various extracurriculars, of which hockey and ballet were his favorite.
  
  After their father's sudden death, Sasha's mother decided to move back to the UK. She intended to have his little sister finish school in England and wanted Sasha to go to university there. While knowing that this was probably the smart thing to do, the thought of having to a. live in the UK and b. keep going to school for another four years made Sasha feel a little panicky. So instead he made the bad choice to join the military, over the rest of his family's loud disapproval.
  
  He won though, and went into the special forces. He went through officer training and served at a number of positions within Russia (most notably security for several closed cities) as well as in Syria. He doesn't talk much about his time in the military, but when he does you get the sense that it was mostly extremely boring--except for when it wasn't. He had an “are we the bad guys?” moment in Syria and didn’t renew his contract like he’d originally planned to.
  
  After leaving, Sasha drifted through a few security gigs before winding up with Dawson Creek. He's been here nearly as long as the park has existed and genuinely loves it. Though he had no special affinity for dinosaurs before coming to the island, he's always really liked chickens, and what is a microraptor except a chicken that can demand respect? And hanging around the microraptors got him in close proximity to one of their keepers. Bubbly, confident Kali immediately took a liking to him, and their odd friendship turned flirtatious fairly quickly. They've been dating for a little over a year now and are essentially co-parenting a flock of terrible microraptor children together. He's planning on proposing very, very soon.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  + His leather jacket is extremely beat up from little raptor claws digging into it. Sometimes they ride around on his shoulders like a cat, and he's been known to forget he's got a passenger and accidentally take one on a partial tour of his security beat. It's enrichment?
  
  + He likes gardening! He has a potted heirloom tomato plant that he's very proud of.
  
  + His best friend is a guy from Boston he met playing Call of Duty.
  
  + Wears big mirrored aviators mostly so that no one can tell how much he's avoiding eye contact at all times.
  
  + Hates coffee. Prefers black tea with sugar and lemon.
  
  + War and Peace is his favorite novel and he has Opinions TM about it.
  
  +Also has a lot of opinions on guns.
  
  + Grew up in a bilingual Russian-English home. He speaks English with a thick Russian accent mostly because he thinks it sounds better—he can also speak it with a perfect RP British accent, just like his mom’s. This is wildly jarring to hear.
  
  + Has done ballet on and off for most of his life. Can and will yeet you and/or kick you in the face.
  
  + He had a few homoerotic but totally not gay relationships in the military, which were the total extent of his dating history before Kali persistence hunted him into a relationship.
  
  + Had the rank of Senior Lieutenant in the military and still sometimes uses it in professional contexts.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    Kali's oldest microraptor, who imprinted on humans and decided that Sasha was the ideal mate. Yells loudly and then sulks if Sasha leaves her behind in the raptor pavilion. Loves anchovies. Sasha's other girlfriend.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Dragunov SVD
    Winchester 71 50 Alaskan
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[Windjammer]

Name: Michael Petrillo, often called "Mike" or "Muskiefish".

Age: 27

Gender/Pronouns: Male He/Him

Sexuality: Gay, closeted

Height: 6' 8"

Role/Occupation: Park Mechanic/Handyman

Personality: Mike is a quiet and reserved individual that does not share his feelings, despite knowing full well that it's unhealthy to do so. He gets enjoyment from working on anything mechanical. From motorbikes and fourwheelers to semi trucks, heavy machinery, and even steam engines, Mike can fix or build just about anything. Mike is gay, and while he knows there's nothing he can do to about it, he has yet to mention it to anyone, and doesn't expect to ever feel like he can. He has currently resigned himself to dying a single man.

Brief Background: Mike was raised in rural Appalachia where he learned to live largely off the land. He learned to track and hunt the local wildlife, gather wild plants and mushrooms, as well as grow his own fruits and vegetables, and raise poultry and livestock. Despite learning and cherishing these skills, he was not liked by many of his neighbors. Why? Because he was not attracted to the girls in his school, and because he refused to go to church. He was eventually diswoned by his father which led to an arguenment that turned physical which only ended when Mike attacked his father with a hot skillet. Mike left home on very short notice, telling only his mother. Mike was able to support himself as a laborer and later by working on cars, but he was truly on his own. He now considers his siblings and mother to be strangers, and his other family members as dead to him.

Mike came to the park knowing it would be a unique experience, but having no education beyond high school he applied to do what he knew best. He landed a job maintaining and repairing park vehicles.

Tidbits and Facts: Mike also likes to go fishing and enjoys a challenge. He is a firm believer in either catch and release or using what you keep. "If you aren't gonna eat it, throw it back." He also applies this to hunting, "If you kill it, you better eat it."

Mike uses his spare time designing and building radio controlled model ocean liners.

He often smells of motor oil and fuel. He often calls it "Eau de Diesel".

 

[cadence]

title

artist

the scientist

R

equisite.

name

Rohit Sisodiya

a.k.a.

Ro

age

34

Gender

Cis - Man (He/Him)

Sexuality

Homosexual

Role

Scientist - He has two bachelors in zoology and paleontology and a masters in biology/ornithology. His main research focuses on avian paleontology and the evolution of birds from theropods.

Hair Color

Black

Eye Color

Brown

Height

6'3"

Body Mods/Scars

He has this tattoo on his chest and this tattoo on his collarbone. Yes, he knows it's basic. No, he doesn't care. He has about a four-inch scar on his lower abdomen from an appendectomy and a various smaller scars scattered throughout his body earned from childhood and life spent outdoors.

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Passionate, Ambitious, Driven, Prudent, Good-Natured, Empathetic, Intelligent, Cowardly, Pushover, Cautious, Gullible, Anxious

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istory.

➢ Ro is a first-generation Indian-American born and raised in San Jose, California. He is the eldest son of two immigrant parents from Gujarat, India. His mother, Chandra, is an esteemed obstetrician in San Juan and his father, Aakar, is a general surgeon. He has a twin sister named Aniya (Annie) who currently lives with her wife and their newborn and owns a successful bakery.

➢ Rohit discovered his love for birds when a white-crowned sparrow hit his bedroom window when he was eight years old. His parents (reluctantly) agreed to let him nurse it back to health and he immediately became obsessed with reading every book written about sparrows to provide it the best care he could. He’s been riding the high of successfully rehabilitating the sparrow (albeit with some help from his parents) his entire life. His obsession with birds only grew stronger after that — he moved on from reading books about sparrows to reading every book about birds he could get his hands on. His love for dinosaurs came a little later. He was immediately fascinated by the evolution of birds from theropods and picked up an interest in paleontology as a result.

➢ Education was something very important to their parents from the time they were children. Raising their children in a wealthy California neighborhood and being very successful in their fields, they were able to dedicate some of their wealth towards sending both of their children to prestigious private schools and, later, to helping them in their chosen careers. Annie dropped out of university to open her own bakery. Ro chose to pursue his passion in ornithology and paleontology. Despite their initial concern with both of their children’s choices, their parents continued to support them. Ro to this day says their support was pivotal to his success.

➢ Ro worked a couple minimum wage jobs before he started working in the field and volunteered at as many conservation organizations, bird rescues, banding stations, and the like to get his name out there. He was able to land his first internship position at his local Audubon Society in California as an undergraduate thanks to the recommendation of Professor Spencer Bernard — his ornithology professor that took him under his wing (lol). He would eventually become a field biologist for this organization and continues to work for them when he’s back in California.

➢ After graduating with a bachelor’s degree in zoology and paleontology, Rohit was given many opportunities to travel the world. He spent a year abroad in San José, Costa Rica while working on his master’s in biology/ornithology. He was able to visit a couple dig sites across the globe — his favorite being the Jiufotang Formation in China. Working in Guam, however, was perhaps his favorite of all. He initially spent two years working alongside an organization that looked to understand how bird loss affects the Guam ecosystem and invasive predators that lead to the extinction of most of its native forest birds. Though waking up to the lack of birdsong and encountering little diversity in the beloved birds he witnessed was a little depressing at times, it was refreshing to see real results as a result of his work. He worked with birds like Såli (Micronesian Starlings), Sihek (Guam Kingfisher), and others in order to try and grow their numbers in a controlled environment before releasing them to the wild again. Though he originally only intended to spend a year or two on the island, Rohit continues to make annual trips to Guam to this day to continue his work. And, hey, the island life isn’t so bad either.

➢ Rohit initially declined when Dawson Creek asked him to aid them in their work but eventually agreed when morbid curiosity got the best of him.

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(1) Rohit is conversational in multiple languages due to his tendency to travel, and he’s fluent in English, Gujarat, and Hindi.

(2) He was diagnosed with autism in his twenties. A lot of his childhood made sense after that.

(3) Ro is absolutely terrified of snakes — which is ironic considering a large part of what he does in Guam is studying the invasive brown tree snake. He’s been forced to get over it a bit but he still screams like a girl when he sees a snake he’s not expecting. He’s also, unfortunately, terribly afraid of heights — though that didn’t stop him from skydiving in New Zealand and traumatizing the poor instructor he was strapped to.

(4) He cannot read tone. At all. In person or over text.

(5) He was originally vegetarian for religious reasons but made the switch to vegan right after he started university.

(6) Outside of work, which he loves, Ro is interested in nature photography, snorkeling and scuba diving, hiking, and more!

(7) He owns a pet sun conure he rescued from one of the bird rescues he volunteered at as an undergrad. He lovingly named her Arpi (meaning sunshine). She’s about fifteen years old and Ro’s well-being is entirely dependent on her.

(8) He’s horrible with math. Again, this is unfortunate because it’s a pretty important part of his job. He still counts with his fingers and has to pull out his phone calculator for even the simplest math.

(9) He has a huuuge sweet tooth. Perks of having a baker sister means he gets to beg her for sweets. She makes a mean vegan strawberry cake that he becomes completely feral for.

(10) He doesn’t know how to whistle — an absolutely devastating thing for someone who just wants to be able to bird call.

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[elytra]

name. Bailey Doyle
age. 27
gender/pronouns. Cis Man (He/Him)
sexuality. Bi
role. Tag-Along to an Investor

appearance.
- 5'3", 5'5" when wearing shoes with height-adjusting inserts
- Curly dark brown hair, usually well managed when he can help it; thick eyebrows
- Soft features, lithe figure
- Freckles, but not an abundance; scattered on face and shoulders
- Dimples when he smiles
- Pierced ears, usually wears simple studs
- Has this tattoo on his upper left arm
- Wears a lot of crop tops and skinny jeans, though this is a fancier event, and thus he has been wrangled into a nice red button down and black pants.

personality.
+ Creative, Intelligent, Driven, Passionate, Confident, Decent Sense of Humor
- Opinionated, Bossy, Stubborn, Outspoken, Shameless, Judgmental

Bailey knows what he wants and is driven when it comes to getting it. He isn't ruthless, per say; he's easy to strike up a comradery with, and he doesn't tend to trip up other people to get ahead. He is, however, incredibly bossy; his way is the right way and he gets peeved when people don't follow his instructions. His mentality would be that if you want something done right you do it yourself, but he enjoys when other people do things for him, so its a constant battle in his brain of doing something himself or running the risk of someone doing something incorrectly for him. He has a lot of opinions all the time and is very open about them and his opinion of others.

He tends to act more mellow and 'cute' when with people he doesn't know or that he wants something from. Holds back any demands or snide commentary; after all, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, right? He likes to play the 'dumb blonde', even if he really, really isn't blonde. However, with people he's more comfortable with- or when he's pushed to his limits/extremely exhausted -he tends to be more open. Demanding, snide, sarcastic, the works. Cracking jokes, talking about his interests more freely and not trying to seem ditzy.

brief background.
- Grew up in Nebraska with his mother and father; his family wasn't well-off and his parents had cut contact with his extended family before he was born, so it was just them on a farm
- Gained an interest in Paleontology from a young age; knew where he wanted to go to college since he was 10 and got a pickaxe for his birthday one year, which he was thrilled about
- Worked hard to get good grades throughout high school. Had trouble with mathematics, but was able to get through with mostly As, taking a variety of APs and extracurriculars.
- Got into the University of Nebraska. No, not UoN, UoN 2- The University of Nebraska City, Nebraska. (No, I don't know if UN2 exists, and nay I do not care)
- First year of college, his parents got into a car accident. His father died at the scene, and his mother was in the hospital for about a year on life support before passing away as well.
- Graduated college with 2 majors and a minor (Paleontology, Environmental Biology, and Marine Science respectively); also graduated with severe debt.
- Didn't have enough money to move out of Nebraska, Nebraska, nor were there any jobs, so he ended up stuck and working at a coffee shop.
- Shot his shot with a billionaire just for kicks and accidentally ended up mooching off them for around 3 years now.
- Hitched a ride to the new park to have a look, and that's where we are now!

tidbits/facts.
- Scuba certified! Took a course in college for his marine science minor, something that was horrifying to him because he had to scuba in a lake during the colder months.
- Big sweet tooth. Easily won over by sweet things. If you give him a good piece of cake you'll be forgiven for almost anything.
- His favorite prehistoric beast is the genus Brochoadmones, a acanthodian predator of the freshwater variety. He mostly likes the story behind it and its relationship to the Wonder Block.
- Has severe low muscle tone. It doesn't often affect him in day to day life thanks to physical therapy other than not being able to lift heavy objects, but he does have a cane he uses on bad days when his joints have decided to go to shit.
- Does have a pair of reading glasses. They're big circular ones, too. He looks like a proper nerd when he has them on, which is why he doesn't tend to put them on in front of people.
- In terms of current animals on the planet earth, his favorite animal? Is actually a scallop. He loves scallops he thinks they are so funny. Second place are probably sea slugs.
- Knows how to play the piano fairly well, but is self-taught; there was a piano in the basement of one of the buildings in his college and he had at it until he learned how to play.
- Does know how to cook. Actually cooks well, in fact, and enjoys doing it! He'll only cook for people if he likes them, though, and otherwise maintains he doesn't know how. He has pretended to not know what a mixer is.
- Wants to visit every US national park. It's a dream of his.
- Sometimes will say false information and act like he's telling the truth just to mess with people. Mostly with rich people at parties, actually. He likes to see how long he can get away with it for.

 

[AmberV]

Name: Rita Voros
Age: 47
Gender/Pronouns: Female (she/her)
Sexuality: Lesbian
Role/Occupation: Journalist/Science Writer

Appearance:

• Height: 5'5" (though she's rarely found without heels that lend her at least another inch)
• Strawberry blonde hair, usually drawn back into a neat bun
• Angular features and a lean frame, more skin and bone than muscle. She tends to forget to eat when working and it shows.
• Usually wearing at least a bit of makeup, if not a full face.
• Pant suits. So many pant suits.

Personality: Rita smiles. More than anything, Rita plays along and smiles along to please. Those who have just met her typically find her to be quite agreeable, especially for a journalist. She asks gentle questions, doesn't seem to poke or prod much, and seems far too willing to back off and avoid difficult topics. Of course, that's all a well-tested, carefully constructed front. Very little of her initially, smiling impression is genuine. Rita learned to put on a very friendly facade years ago and found it incredibly handy for encouraging people to open up to her and answer honestly. She gets people into the habit of answering small questions truthfully and agreeing with her, then gradually turns up the pressure until people find themselves discussing things they never would have initially answered questions about. Because it's Rita and she has been so nice.

In private, she's far less smiley. She ditches her roundabout, gentle questions and her polite, kind persona. Underneath, she's a lot more rough and direct, with a dry sense of humor. Rita would rather spend time alone than spend time watching her mouth around people who should be her friends. This has led to her not having all that many real friends. She has work friends, acquaintances, and a SoulCycle instructor, and that's about all she's got for company and, if you ask her, it suits her just fine. Besides, she's either traveling for work or holed up in her apartment to write. And if she ever needs any other companionship, there's a bar a few blocks away that has $5 Moscow Mules on Wednesdays. The people there know a slightly louder, more raucous Rita and, to her eternal embarrassment, have heard far too many karaoke covers from her. She knows the bartenders by name, tips well, and almost always arrives and leaves alone.


Brief Background: Rita's life has been, for the most part, absolutely fine. The youngest child with four older siblings, Rita grew up as the coddled, beloved baby of the house and, for the most part, got away with absolute murder. Her oldest brother, Edgar, was perhaps the person she looked up to most in the world and, when he went to college to study biology, she was determined to follow in his footsteps. However, unlike her brother, she didn't have the patience to deal with the grind of research and grants and the eternal struggle to convince others that her research was worth pursuing.

So she wrote an article about it, about the struggles and the impact they had on both herself and her brother. Then she wrote another. And another. While she still loved science, she found that writing about science was actually far more interesting to her than actually getting into the research herself.

The turn in her career changed a lot for her. Everything took a backseat to this new direction, including her relationship with her then-partner, Sara. Rita came back from one of her first work trips to find their apartment empty and a note on the kitchen counter and, by her own admission, she hasn't had a relationship last longer than a month since. She threw herself into work instead and spent the past two decades working with various journals, papers, and organizations, including the Zoo and Aquarium Association. So, when Dawson Creek extended a press pass to the preview, she certainly wasn't going to turn down the opportunity of a lifetime. After all, it's not every day that breaking news in the scientific community is also eagerly anticipated by the general public. Whether the park is a triumph or a trainwreck, Rita's determined to get a good story to sell.

Tidbits and Facts:

• Siblings in order: Edgar, Luca, Daniel, and Phillip. She's the only girl, much to her mother's chagrin.
• Rita has her Masters degree in Pathobiology, though she doesn't do much with it anymore and will joke that it was a bit of waste, considering very little of what she writes has anything to do with her degree.
• Rita loves animals, but has no pets. She travels too much and feels it isn't fair to leave them behind so often.
• She used to spend a lot of time outdoors as a child, with the Girl Scount badges to prove it. She hasn't used any of those skills in 30 years, even when her travels have taken her to more remote locations. She can afford to hire guides now, why on earth would she do the dirty work herself?
• The last time someone asked Rita if she had any hobbies, she had a minor mid-life crisis about how her life is almost entirely dominated by work. Nothing has changed since then, she is just deliberately choosing to not acknowledge any of it.
• She's interviewed Elliot Witten in the past, both for information on digs and about his popularity in the paleo-community. This is something she plans to take full advantage of to get the best possible scoop on the inner workings of the island.

 

[TrashRabbit]

Kali Jones

The Micro-Raptor Trainer

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  Star Sign

  Aquarius

  gender

  She/her trans

  sexuality

  bisexual

  Hometown

  Jefferson New Hampshire

  occupation

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  hair

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  eyes

  Brown

  physique

  sleek, twiggy, sharp elbows

  style

  Kali has a uniform and it involves overalls. For island life she prefers warm colored cotton overalls, bright tank tops and dangly bracelets and earrings. For work she airs on the side of caution with closed toed doc martin boots, carhart overalls, shoulder covering graphic ts and a beat up leather jacket to defend against little claws.

  modifications

  Some piercings, a tattoo of a falcon on her right shoulder

  face claim

  N/A

  Flowers

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  Habbits

  
  Playing the microraptors music, Chewing her lip, making random sound effects as she does things, clicking her fingers, tying her boots in elaborate fancy lace ups
  
  

  Personality

  
  Kali thinks of her self as a dificult person to love, an aquired taste if you will. but Kali is a ray of sunshine, she's just always been the odd duck of the bunch. When on a team she is the beating heart of enthusiam counterbalanced with a deep common sense anchor. She likes to dream big big big and she's known for following through. Who knew the weird bird girl from New Hampshire would make it all the way to Dawson's Creek Prehistoric Park! She's a rural girl at heart who isn't squeimish to the reality of nature and the creatures that reside in it. At first glance some one might mistake her wide eyed demanor for naivety- head empty heart full kind of girl. But Kali is scrappy. Kali will throw hands. Kali can be petty as hell. Kali is a fan of direct action.
  
  
  
  

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  - Kali knew she liked Sasha the moment he info dumped on his love of Russian Orloff chickens. That was a solid three months of him being extremely shy before he started using full sentences. She then persistence hunted him into a relationship.
  - Really likes classical and lofi music but insists its because its what birds like best.
  - Has back packed solo in peru
  - Cannot play a video game to save her life much to Sasha's amusement.
  - Can recite the script of pacific rim with sound effects from memory and will do so when bored if she thinks no one is watching.
  - Wants to go back to school for the new fangled phd for Dinosaur Behavior offered at University of Washington. She doesn't realize she's already pioneering in the field.
  - Has more than once found a dethawed mouse in her pocket left over from feeding time, and was completely unphased to Sasha's horror.
  - She would like to try her hand with an Owl for her next hunting bird. Sasha wants to teach her gun hunting, but she's try to convince him that a bow would compliment her owl better.
  - Has no idea Sasha has any intention to propose to her, she lives very much in the present and the present is pretty good.
  - Keeps a container garden of flowers and edible plants on the balcony of her company dorm.
  
  
  
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  History

  
  - At thirteen Kali convinced her dad to buy her a kestrel instead of a Pony and enrolled at the local organization Falcon academy, whose motto was "experience the sport of kings" his name was Achilles and she loved him very very much.
  - Kali volunteered with the local state archeology program; SCRAP spending much of high school summers camping in the woods and digging up paleo points. She brought Achilles with her and he was always a big hit.
  - Kali's family owned one of the largest construction companies in NH and she unfortunately cut contact with them after graduating college and coming out.
  - She has a degree in Conservation and got her first job out of college as a park ranger.
  - She has also worked sourcing food stuffs for restaurants through a grow local org helping to increase urban gardening.
  - worked at the wildlife center, specializing in the re release of birds of prey.
  - Got her current job offer at DCPP via a viral video of her chickens jumping through hoops and doing other complex tricks.
  - Achilles passed away just before she accepted the Job on the DCPP island
  - Kali believes the DCPP is a force for good, and while she doesn't love much of the corporate trappings she feels very strongly about her coworkers, their research and her work with microraptors for entertainment and education.
  
  
  

  Connections

  
  Sasha- Her large perfect grumpy boyfriend of her dreams. They've been dating for little over a year and he has transformed what she feared would be a souless corpo gig into whirlwind adventure.
  Baby- She and Sasha's first child. Baby is a very opinionated little micro raptor and while she is extremely tame, it comes at the cost of imprinting on humans. Which caused her to take Sasha as her mate. This has caused problems and complicated Kali's ability to continue training the animal. Weighing in at 2 pounds she is about the size of a chicken this turn of events could have gone a lot worse. Think of that poor zookeeper the crane imprinted on.
  The flock- the 5 micro raptors she is currently training for project Mickey. Less tame and not imprinted on people but much better trained.
  
  
  

  The Flock

  
  
  Kali is one of but a small team who work with and care for the inhabitants of the Micro Rapator Pavilion. The pavilion has a staff of about 10 and home to about 35 animals, most inside of the microrapturia clade, however the name facility is a bit of misnomer, as other genus of chicken sized dinosaur are kept; such as Anchiornis huxleyi , Archaeopteryx and the very small Troodontid; Mei Long. Kali is currently tasked with over seeing project Mickey; training Microraptor zhaoianus for live close up performance.
  
  Project Mickey Individuals:
  
  Baby- loves Sasha, pair bonded with him, natural iridescent black coloration. She was the test bird Kali raised as a proof of premise. The next clutch of chicks were modified with various living bird plumage genes, this unfortunately has greatly affected temperament but has not negatively affected her efforts.
  
  Yuzu- Has a big neck frill with red, white black coloration (Anchiornis huxleyi plumage genes ) needy, wants scritches and your undivided attention. loves to steal everyone's food. Bravest and boldest by far.
  Papaya- soft blue, parakeet coloration, very sweet and shy, prefers other raptors to people. Doesn't like to be held. Screams during routine procedures.
  Kiwi- Green and red (military parrot coloration) evil. chaos gremlin. steals things. very high prey drive.
  Plum- lavender barred (chicken genes) aloof, watchful, cautious, a problem solver has the group braincell. Can do the more complex multipart tricks best, but is ponderous and spotty on performing when asked.
  Mango- Yellow and pink (love bird) extremely friendly. loud. social. best at tricks when asked but not good at the complex ones.
  
  Other individuals in the pavilion of note:
  
  Jupiter & Venus- Pair bonded Anchiornis huxleyi. Scream at strangers but good judges of character.
  
  Newest nest of Mei long- Adam, Berta, Carl, Dianne, Eric. Kali has her eyes on them, as they are proving to be much smarter than anticipated considering their size. These chicks were hatched for zoo display but if project mickey is a success she wants to tackle a big flock of Mei long next.
  
  Jessica- A long suffering Archaeopteryx, not doing well in captivity, two of Kali's coworkers are working so so so hard to fix that!
  
  

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[The Blue Adept]

v.a.d.

scientist.

Measure twice, cut once. Or, rather, cut as freely as you please.

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  full name

  
  

  Venari Audrey Decipula "Ven"

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  Thirty

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Non-binary (they/them)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Botanist

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Scientist

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  visage.

  
  
  
  

  scroll

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  5'9

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Red

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  To put it lightly...Ven has many quirks. At face value, they are very personable, not one to shy away from chatting with others but more often than not their responses dive into weird, confusing answers, or dramatic hyperbole as if they are always on the cusp of giving a villainous speech. Sometimes it may come off as ingenuine, though Ven just enjoys the performance of it all, and prefers to speak what comes to their mind. This, of course, can make Ven off-putting and overbearing in personal situations, often trailing off or not giving proper responses that it makes it hard to keep up a conversation. While some of the time this is from a desire to get reactions from others, other times it is Ven's mind wandering easily, requiring more pressing of them if you want them to spill that train of thought. Despite their strange comments, Ven holds no real ill-will for anyone, and rather likes participating in the strange dance that is inter-personal communication. There's a deep curiosity for people, and they are a little too eager sometimes to apply their observational and scientific mindset to the people around them. They do have a habit of getting lost in their work, and brushes people off sometimes as consequence. Often, they feel like they are not really very close with anyone due to their tendency to scare people away. Perhaps even some of the dramaticisms are a cover-up for deep seated insecurities.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  you. botany & anthropology.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  flower pressing. hair styling. needlepoint. curation of sharp and pretty knives. youtube conspiracy videos. succulent propagation. coding.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Sylvia

  
  
  
  

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  A Venus flytrap that Ven has had for many years now. They care about this plant more than they do most people.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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[Nornslayer]

edelweiss jin

name

edelweiss shrike jin

role

lottery winner

nickname(s)

edel, shrike, del, jin

age

24

d.o.b.

2 january

gender

woman

pronouns

she/her

sexuality

bisexual

romantic orientation

demiromantic

ethnicity

korean-american

academic level

currently attending med school as a first year student

occupation

college student + part time martial arts instructor

1:27

Monday, January 27

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face claim

Kiddy Akita Lou, @areyoukitty on IG

eyes

dark brown

hair

dyed a bright vibrant red

skin

slightly tanned

height

6'3"

build

mesomorph, lean and well muscled

@shr1ke

touch my sister and i'll rip your spine out through your throat

personality

— do not call her a nickname unless she has given approval
— the very definition of the meme with the doctor holding a gun and the caption, “I’m a healer, but...”
— does not take shit from anyone
— kinda terrifying
— has taken 12 years of Krav Maga
— doesn’t believe in de-escalating a situation through words
— Will simply choke you out until you’re unconscious instead
— very very brisk and formal speech patterns
— only soft to her younger sister
— seems calm and collected and badass but around her sister she turns into a mother hen
— incredibly protective of viola
— not very good at sugarcoating, will tell you how it is exactly
— has the mentality that the truth is always better than anything else no matter what
— has no idea how to deliver said truth delicately however
— prioritizes her sister above all else
— has a horrible bedside manner
— will yell at you for getting hurt
— feels more comfortable in her scrubs or little clothing over normal clothes
— has a very masculine style
— secretly has a weak spot for romance movies
— no one other than viola knows that she cried like a baby during Titanic
— goes running every morning
— likes to quote from different books, both classics and others
— loves art of war
— has a ragged copy that she carries around
— quotes the most from that one
— hates that her sister's diet is mostly ramen and snacks
— learned to cook solely to provide high nutrition meals for viola
— they’re all relatively plain, but they taste good
— goes to the gym every night
— focuses on lifting and kickboxing
— incredibly dense when it comes to flirting and romance
— however if you flirt with her sister she recognizes it right away and will intervene

history

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[Goldie.]

VIOLA JIN

name

viola starling jin

nickname(s)

vi, vv, starling

age

19

d.o.b.

November 6th

gender

female

pronouns

she/her

sexuality

demisexual

romantic orientation

hetero-romantic

race

korean-american

academic level

art major [already tried being a business major, not her cup of tea]

occupation

works part-time at a boba tea/book shop

1:27

Monday, January 27

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fernanda ly

eyes

so dark they look black

hair

dyed a baby, powder pink

skin

pale and freckled

height

4'9"

weight

85lbs

build

short and thin, Viola is clearly slightly underweight although due to her health it is relatively normal

@st4rl1ng!

life is fragile, treasure every moment

personality

— sickle cell anemia
— caused a delay in her growth and other serious medical problems
— including near-constant body pain and subject to serious bouts of it
— also has asthma, although the likely reason being her anemia
— spoiler below for more details
— childhood was filled with doctors visits
— still visits her doctors regularly
— although she has been doing a lot better these past few years
— needed less and less direct medical care
— tired constantly
— per Del’s request she always carries snacks
— “no, Del, my blood pressure is fineeeee”
— unironically fingerguns
—always leaning up against something or someone
— almost no appetite
— when she does eat she eats ramen
— knows how much Del hates it, but its just so easyyy
— dyes her hair with her sister
— by that I mean Del dyes it for her
— has never been in a relationship but screams breakup songs whenever they come on
— surprisingly rarely cries
— but if she wants something from Del...
— bring on the waterworks
— always yawning
— carries a black fanny pack that holds her medications, inhaler, and antibiotics
— Del would never let her go anywhere without it
— never calls her sister Edelweiss
— only Del
— but calls her Delly when she wants something
— often groans about how Del got all of the height
— can be a little bit reckless
— part of that is her acceptance of mortality
— the other part is her living out the childhood she never had
— loves small lizards like salamanders and geckos
— lips are always sort of chapped because she bites them
— bad habit
— used to having her sister hover over her constantly
— although that doesn't mean it doesn't get to her a little
— can stay surprisingly calm in stressful situations
— shes been through plenty of those
— always been fascinated by history
— so she really clung to her parents love of dinosaurs
— tries her best to make tense situations lighter
— even when she hardly has the energy to
— to Del's dismay, often makes jokes about her health

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/sickle-cell-anemia/symptoms-causes/syc-20355876

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