Realistic or Modern Love Island - characters

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Name
Age (21-29)
Appearance - Realistic images/gifs only please
Description - tattoos, piercings, etc
Personality
Occupation
Background
Reasons for coming to Love Island

Once there is 6 girls and 5 boys, please stop making characters, if you are left out, remember; more islanders come and go within the rp.​

 

[Daniel Reaving]

| Cassidy Marino |
| Female |
|21|

| Cassidy is a kind and respecting girl. A little on the shy side due to a new country. She is often like a child, always looking at everything in awe and beauty. She’s a little naive when it comes to insults and is often oblivious to it entirely. (For example someone tries to tease her heritage “oh so you can bake pizzas” *teasing tone* “yes I can! I’m really good at it to would you like to try it some time?!”). She has a deep undying love for ballet, a talent she will never give up and never stop believing in. Although she doesn’t like talking about it Cassidy Was born 60% deaf. Requiring hearing aids from birth. She lives every day not letting it bug her but that is the one thing that gets under her skin if people tease her about it.|
| Cassidy grew up in Naples Italy. Living with her mother and father as well as her three younger sisters. Ever since she was young she loved dancing, she would dance through the halls to no end. Early on in her childhood her parents signed her up for classes in Ballet, she never stopped. Growing her talents through her childhood, at the age of 12 she was cast for the lead role in the nutcracker at a massive opera theater. It was her dream come true and she’s been doing it ever since. An average off family that loved and cared for one another. |

|homosexual|
| Ballet dancer|
| Cassidy came to the island as a chance for adventure mostly, sure finding love would be great as well|​

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Name
Leonidas "Leo" Anastasiasis
Age
25
Appearance

Personality
Chill and soft spoken guy. Leo has been through a lot at this point of his life and has learned to not let the little things bother him. So approaches things with a casual carefree manner just looking for a little fun and love, true to his country of both loves to dance, drink and partly. Though soft spoken he is by no means shy, quick tongued when he needs to be and gregarious and humorous with everyone. Though not one to get angry easily, he can cold and ruthless if someone pushes his buttons the right way and can lash out violently.

Occupation
Cook
Background
Born in at one of the greek islands, the only child of a business man father and chef mother. At first his life was pretty ordinary, his parents were loving and successfully enough for them to live a comfortable life. His mother got her cooking young, helping out in the kitchen from when Leo was just a toddler. This developed an interest in in cooking he still retained to this day. However this ideal french life was changed when his mother was diagnosed with a brain tumour when Leo was just in his early teen. After almost two years of fighting Leo's mother passed away. Leaving both father and child devastated.
After a few months of grief his father decided to leave Greecr and start new life abroad. The move was quite the adjustment for Leo who found it difficult to adjust to the new language and system but soon enough he adjusted and thrived. He finished high school with promise but it was not meant to be as Leo fell ill with the same condition as his mother. She want into treatment thought she had little hope of surviving. He was prepared to die but after several risky surgeries and treatment seemed to work and she began to go into remission. He still suffered from the occasional migraines and seizure yet he would live.
Reasons for coming to Love Island
Sun, fun, party and pretty girls what else?
​

 

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Emily Sky Johnson
22/5'11"//145lbs

Belly button/multiple ear piercings. Little heart tattoo on hip.
Emily is very outgoing and bright, sarcastic and witty. She is the best friend you could ever ask for, but when you're on her bad side she is the worst enemy you could have. To a partner she is loyal though sometimes she can be cold and standoffish but that is due to a troubled past with relationships.
Salon owner, has three in three different countries (one in L.A., Paris, and Amsterdam)
Emily grew up privileged, with her mom and dad both being surgeons. Although she was basically raised by a nanny, Emily didn't let anything stop her from achieving great things from a young age. Having graduated at 16, she decided to go to hair school where she also succeeded in. With the help of her parents she opened her first salon and with great potential her parents allowed her to open two more across the sea with plans of opening more. With her busy schedule though, all the relationships she's tried to build have ended horribly.
The reason she came to Love Island is to find someone who is willing to work with her and her not let her busy schedule get in the way.​

 

[Soma Schicksal]

Name: Justin Rollo


Age: 22


Weight: 187lbs.


Height: 6'3"

Spoiler: Appearance:

Description: Has earring piercings on both ears and a tattoo on his back of angel wings that cover entirely, it has his mother's name written on it in remembrance of her death and all she had done for him to get him where he is today. Has a tribal tattoo on his left wrist and lastly a Sagittarius zodiac sign on his right forearm.


Personality: Justin is a caring but straight to the point type of person, he isn’t afraid to express himself and finds himself to be confident in most situations, especially those that come to getting with the ladies. He can get jealous quite easily and will express it through different actions rather than saying it. Justin is very comedic in nature and jokes around to help lighten the mood and sway women to his side. And although he may not look like it he is rather intellectual and likes to read in his spare time since it helps with his music.


Occupation: Music Producer/Singer/Rapper/Songwriter


Background: Justin was born in a musical family in which his mother was a singer/songwriter and his father was a rapper/music producer. This led to his good looks and his obvious future in the music industry in which he goes by the name of “J-In-Versace”. Sadly on his journey getting to this point, his mother passed away but his father lives on continuing to help Justin on his music career, being sure to steer him on the right path. Justin is very popular and his been on countless music lists in the top 10. After his hit single, “Love you like no one else” J-In-Versace” lived on like most rappers up and coming, partying, drinking, girls, and all the things that come with being a great artist. Now he is trying to figure out what to do with his life without being so reckless.


Reasons for coming to Love Island: Although Justin may seem like just another guy who wants to get every girl he comes across, his real motive is to try and find a girl that actually suits him so he can settle down. He also hopes to just have fun and enjoy himself with all these new people and his potential partner.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

BASIC INFORMATION -

Name: Mikayla Waters
Nickname: Mika (pronounced "Mee-kah")
Age: 24
Gender: Cis-Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
D.O.B.: September 19th
Zodiac sign: Virgo
P.O.B.: Chicago, IL
Occupation: Chef

APPEARANCE -
Face Claim: Cassadee Pope
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brunette
Height/Weight: 5'4" (163 cm) / 128 lbs (58 kg)
Body Type: Slim, but toned
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: x | x | x
Style: x | x | x | x

WRITING SAMPLE -

Spoiler: Writing Sample

The room vibrated with such intensity that the dark-haired woman ducking behind the bar to grab a clean glass could feel it in her sternum. “Hurry up, bar wench, your tip is fading,” a gruff man clad in too much leather shouted from his place on an old wooden stool across the bar. He slurred his words and had a dazed glint in his eyes, sure signs of intoxication.

The woman rolled her eyes and bit her lip, forcing down any sharp comment wishing to come out. She wasn’t the type to take shit from people. But rent was due in a few days, and she needed all the tips she could get to make ends meet.

So, instead of commenting on the man’s pathetic lack of ability to hold his alcohol, she simply stood and filled the pilsner glass with a beautiful pale amber-colored liquid from the draft. Without a second thought, the bartender whipped around and slid the glass of beer down the bar to the man’s waiting hand without spilling a single drop. The drunk man happily took the ale, leaving the bar to rejoin his friends at a nearby billiards table.

The bartender leaned against the bar back, tilting her chin to her chest as she finally had a few seconds to rest for the first time since she had arrived nearly five hours earlier.

On Tap, the most popular hole-in-the-wall bar in the west side of Woodvale, Georgia, was nearly always busy. Local college students, nine-to-five workaholics, and local low-lifes alike congregated in the bar to grab a drink after a long, laborious day. With a happy hour that ran from 5:30 pm to the bar’s closing time at 2:00 am seven days a week, most people couldn’t say no to getting drunk on dollar drafts or six buck signature cocktails every night.

“Liliana, Lily, Tiger Lily, are you in there?” the bartender heard, her chocolate brown eyes widening as she realized she had been lost in her own thoughts for a bit too long. Quickly looking up, she scanned the bar for new customers or old ones that needed a new drink.

Her eyes followed the old-fashioned glass as it slid down the bar into the hand of an older balding man in a navy two-piece suit. Lily recognized him as one of her regulars, Mr. Townsend, a partner at the local law firm that specialized in self-defense and car accidents.

Lily offered him an apologetic smile and small wave. He nodded at her, and Lily knew he was accepting her apology even though his face held a stoic expression. Mr. Townsend raised his glass in appreciation at the person behind her, before venturing back to his table in the corner near a TV showing some sort of sport’s game on it.

Lily immediately spun around to where she had heard her name called from earlier. A man a few years older than her dried his hands with a dish towel before hopping up to sit on the bar back with a teasing grin.

“Zoning out again, are you? Don’t tell me you’ve been drinking on the job!” he accused, a light laugh escaping through his lips. His black chef’s jacket, which was covered in splashes of flour and food debris from the kitchen, revealed his heavily tattooed arms and a few black swirls of ink on his neck peaked out over its collar. Lily balled up a bar towel and chucked it at him, teasingly narrowing her eyes in faux anger.

“Says the guy who drinks more wine than he cooks with,” Lily snapped back, smiling as her brother easily caught the towel with another deep chuckle. The pair looked strikingly similar, with hair that was such a dark brown, it almost looked black, and eyes the color of rich milk chocolate. While Lily was of average height and slender, however, Nicolaus was tall and muscular.

The siblings were often found bantering sarcastically and getting on each other’s nerves. Nevertheless, Nicolaus was Lily’s partner in crime and overall best friend. They had been through thick and thin, and survived some terrible situations together that Lily locked away into the far reaches of her mind, trying not to remember. In all honesty, Lily wasn’t quite sure she would still be alive if she didn’t have her brother.

Nick looked as though he was about to say something witty and clever when Lily heard the sharp sound of glass against wood behind her. She spun on her heels in the direction of the sound, her brunette braid swinging around her shoulders. On the other side of the bar was the same leather-dressed man as earlier, returning for his fourth beer.

“Bar wench, another one! You’re not just paid to stand there and let us look at you, you know!” he shouted a bit too loudly, causing a few other bar patrons to turn and look. Normally when Lily had overtly rude customers, she would respond with biting remarks laced with enough venom to stop a man in his tracks.

But, before Lily had even thought of a response, Nick slid down from the bar back and around the counter to the burly man, a grimace of pure rage on his face. Lily knew her brother had an anger problem, especially when it came to people treating her poorly. It stemmed from their childhoods, and she couldn’t exactly blame him for it. She was used to this side of her brother, as were most of the regulars in the bar. They had seen his anger throughout the years Nick had worked there as a chef while Lily tended to the bar.

Nick slapped the man’s glass from the counter top so hard that it flew into the wall and shattered, thankfully missing any of the patrons of the bar. Her brother grabbed the drunkard by the collar, his brown eyes seeming to deepen in such anger that Lily could not distinguish his irises from his pupils.

Roughly, Nick yanked the man closer to him, his tattoos and calloused hands making him appear much more intimidating than Lily knew him to be. She realized then that the entire bar had gone silent, even the music had been cut, and all the customers stared at Nick and the other man. Embarrassed, Lily’s cheeks turn bright red, but her body felt stiff and she noticed she couldn’t move. Lily was literally paralyzed with anxiety.

“Don’t you ever talk to my sister like that again, or you will sincerely regret stepping foot into this place,” Nick whispered harshly. But the bar was so quiet that you could hear his voice throughout the entirety of the room.

After contemplating his next move for a moment, Lily could see Nick grind his teeth as he chose to be the bigger person instead of doing what he really wanted to do. Her brother released the man’s collar and shoved him roughly. After stumbling a few steps backward, the drunk man quickly scuttled back to his group of friends, and the atmosphere slowly returned to the normal bar scene.

Lily inhaled sharply, realizing she had been holding her breath anxiously throughout the entire situation. But before Lily could get a chance to speak to her brother, he stalked back through the swinging doors into the kitchen. Lily knew whenever Nick was angry, he cooked. He said that it helped take his mind off the matter and relax as he mentally followed the steps of a recipe.

Since they were young, Nick always had a need to protect Lily, even though she had told him a million times that she could take care of herself. He had taught her how to fight and kept her practiced through sparring matches. Somewhere, deep down, Lily knew that Nick still blamed himself for some of the things that had happened to her in the past. But she could never blame her brother for what wasn’t his fault.

It was then that the late shift bartender arrived. Her name was Kara, a sweet girl with dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. She was always quiet, but Lily didn’t mind since she was often times quiet too. Liliana took Kara’s arrival as a cue that her shift was over, and quickly swept the shattered pilsner glass into a dust pan to dump into the trash can.

Right as she slung the familiar leather of her black jacket across her shoulders, she heard Kara’s soft voice from behind her. “I brought you a small gift. Nick told me your birthday is in a few days. It’s underneath the bar back.”

Lily turned towards Kara slightly surprised, though the expression was missed as Kara was already busy making drinks for a new group that had just entered that bar. Lily had never really considered them friends, mostly because their interactions were minimal.

She liked Kara nevertheless, and had always thought that the shy and delicate girl would make a good match for Nick. But, like herself, Nick didn’t think he was good enough to be in a relationship and therefore had a higher number of one-night-stands compared to past girlfriends.

Shrugging the thoughts away, Kara grabbed the paper sack from below the bar and peaked inside. An amber-colored liquid contained inside an intricate glass bottle with a purple ribbon tied around the neck sat inside. Lily grinned, immediately recognizing her favorite brand of scotch.

“Thanks, Kara! I’ll make sure to share with Nick when he gets off tonight,” Lily said, not waiting for a response before stuffing the bottle into her purse and slipping through the crowds of people to the door.

Once door slammed shut behind her, Lily couldn’t help but inhale deeply, the fresh air filling her lungs and giving her a new sense of peace. The once overly loud music had become a dull thud in the background, and Lily was relieved to be off work.

Though Kara was the only other bartender, she was a part-time employee and only worked a few four-hour shifts per week. Nevertheless, Lily appreciated the shorter shifts and the small breaks they gave her.

She glanced over to where a black Chevy Cobalt was parked at the back of the lot, the moonlight reflecting off it beautifully. Lily and Nick shared the car. With their current financial situation, the pair couldn’t afford to pay bills as well as have two car payments. So, they compromised, and on nights like tonight where their shifts differed, Lily would just walk home. After all, the path to their apartment was a straight shot through the city park, maybe two miles maximum.

Taking one last look at the neon signs decorating the front windows of the bar, Lily crossed the street and followed the sidewalk into grassy area that was Woodvale City Park. The trails were dimly lit, making the night time trek a bit less eerie.

Pulling the glass bottle from her purse, Lily cracked open the bottle of scotch and began sipping on it, hoping to build up some liquid courage lest she come upon any unfavorable people in the park. The scotch warmed her body from the inside out, causing Lily to smile at its delicious peaty flavor. The more she drank, the better she felt, putting the events of the night far behind her.

The cement path emerged into an open meadow with park benches, picnic tables, and charcoal grills people in town used for cookouts and get-togethers. There was a brightly colored plastic playground in the distance, and Lily half-debated going over to it. She had loved to hang upside-down from the monkey bars as a child, and wondered if she still could.

The thought was cut short when she noticed a man leaning on the railing of the stone bridge, peering down into the water. From this distance, she couldn’t make out his face, but his hair was long as was his scraggly beard. His clothes were dirty and tattered, and he wasn’t wearing any shoes.

For a moment, Lily was concerned he was some sort of serial killer, disposing of his latest kill in the river. Though she realized she may be thinking irrationally, Lily still paused, waiting for him to walk away so she could cross the bridge to her apartment.

The man began to stiffly climb up onto the stone railing, which was only about a foot wide. He stuck out his arms to keep his balance, staring down into the black water that rushed over a few large rocks about 50 feet below.

Lily immediately jogged towards the man, a pang of panic shooting through her body. When she was about 5 yards away, she stopped and shouted to the man, “Sir! Are you ok? It’s not safe to be standing on the railing like that.”

Startled, the man looked up at Lily with wide eyes, swaying a bit before regaining his balance. She could just make out his face in the dim light of the street lamps. He was older, maybe late 60s or early 70s. He wore glasses that had a crack in one lens, and his hair was unkempt and grey. Lily took a few steps closer, but stopped when the man simply shook his head. He gave her a sad smile before leaning forward and letting his body fall from the railing.

Liliana gasped, the bottle of scotch falling from her hand and shattering on the pavement. She instinctually began to sprint towards the bridge, but froze when a sickening crack sound filled the night air. Lily squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to let tears fall. Her heart began to race, and panic clawed its way up her throat, making it hard to breath. A thousand memories she had sworn to keep locked away flashed through her mind, slowly pulling her deeper into panic’s grip.

Succumbing to the panic, Lily felt dizzy, and soft fell to her knees. Her entire body felt cold, causing her to tug her leather jacket tighter around her body. After a few moments of paralyzing anxiety and panic, an image of a younger Nick popped into Lily’s head. “Remember, Tiger Lily,” he said, “slow your breathing and focus on something pretty around you.” When she first started experiencing panic attacks in her childhood, Nick had told her this as a way to calm herself. It was a method she used to that day.

Opening her eyes ever so slightly, Lily searched her surroundings for something, anything she could focus on. A cluster of Carolina lilies grew in a flower bed a few yards away, and Lily took a moment to admire their fiery-colored beauty. Her breathing began to calm and her heart began to slow, giving Lily back some control of her body.

Pulling herself to her feet, Lily slowly walked over to the bridge railing where she had last saw the man. Taking a deep, hesitant breath, Lily peered over the edge, searching for any signs of life in the rippling waters below. Aside from a smattering of blood on one of the rocks protruding from the water, she found nothing. Letting out the breath she had been holding, Lily pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Hi, my name is Liliana Atwood,” Lily began, surprising herself with the steady, monotonous tone of her voice. “I just witnessed a man jump off the bridge in City Park, next to the playground on the Granite Trail,” she continued, turning to lean her back against the railing in sudden exhaustion.

“Alright ma’am. There are police officers and a rescue team in route to your location. Please stay on the line and remain on scene so you can give a statement of what you saw,” the operator responded.

“Okay,” Lily agreed before putting the phone on speaker and sitting it on the railing. She let out a sigh and dropped her chin to her chest, closing her eyes for a moment. A few moments later when she opened them, she noticed a small journal on the ground near her feet.

Lily knelt slowly, picking up the book in both hands. It was bound in black leather, and had yellowed pages that revealed its old age. The cover of the book was embossed with gold lettering, spelling, “The Secrets I Keep.” At first, Lily was scared to open the book, but the approaching police sirens gave her a sense of courage. Lily couldn’t help but flip through the first few pages.

PERSONA -
Likes: Fruits, vegetables, hiking, jogging, snow, playing piano, singing, alcohol, cooking, baking
Dislikes: Red meat, overly sweet desserts, swimming/open water, talking on the phone, someone or something limiting her creativity
Personality: Mika's personality can be described as that of an artist and a leader. She loves to display her eye for the dramatic in the artistic plating of her food. Mike is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to the food she creates. She wants the flavors, the presentation, the ingredients to be the best they could possibly be. Because of this, she can get a bit sharp when things aren't exactly the way she wants them to be. In the kitchen, she is loud and concise, leading her team of chefs to put out only the best food for their customers. As a petite, young, female chef, Mikayla often feels as though she has a lot to prove in her career. She is determined and hard-working, some would even say married to her job. She spends the majority of her time either at work or at home creating new menus and cocktails for work. Nevertheless, Mikayla loves her job, no matter how stressful it is.

When Mika is off the clock, she is outgoing, friendly, and kind. She loves to hang out with friends and go out to meet knew people. She's the type that would gladly give someone the shirt of her back if they needed it. She volunteers in meal centers for those that are down on her luck most weekends and every holiday. Mikayla wants to do whatever she can to make the world a better place. Underneath the joyful personality, there is a part of Mika that is rather dark. Stemming from a background full of bullying and strict words from her family, Mikayla can be very self-deprecating and insecure. Even though she has been nominated and even won awards for her food, Mika doesn't really believe she is good enough and deserves such kind words. When someone complements her or her cuisine, she is awkward and doesn't really know how to respond. Overall, Mika is a sweetheart chef with a bit of an anxious side.


Virtues: Sweetheart, kind, friendly, outgoing, artistic, creative, hard-working, determined
Vices: Perfectionist, a bit bossy in the kitchen, workaholic, insecure, puts self down
Quirks: Pulls her hair back into a ponytail whenever she is cooking or menu-planning, listens to Elton John or Billy Joel music to calm herself down and get in the zone
Fears: Failing her father, not doing enough, crumbling under the pressure, drowning/open water

BACKGROUND -

"I'm not the jaded kind.”​

Herstory: Mikayla was born into a large Italian family dedicated to food. Her father, his father before him, and so on were all chefs or various Mediterranean cuisines. As the youngest of three children and only daughter in her family, Mika grew up being both super protected by her brothers and constantly picked on by them. Though she loves her brothers dearly, the constant jabs set a sense of insecurity in Mikayla from a very young age. Her father, chef and owner of a popular, fairly famous Italian restaurant in Chicago, Illinois, was determined that his children would one day take over his business and continue his legacy. For this reason, he was fairly hard on his children, training them in the culinary arts from a very young age.

Although Mika was forced into the culinary arts, she had always loved it. Something about the mixture of creativity, art, and deliciousness on one plate intrigued her. Therefore, she was excited to be a chef one day. After elementary school, Mika and her siblings were enrolled in culinary arts based private schools until they graduated high school. As a child, Mikayla was slightly overweight. She was constantly bullied by her schoolmates for her weight. Combined with the strict parenting from her father at home, Mika's self-worth decreased exponentially.

Mika hit absolute rock bottom in terms of her anxiety and insecurity during her last two years of high school. Her older twin brothers, Gabriel and Matteo, were accepted on full rides to Le Cordon Bleu, a prestigious culinary arts institute in Paris. However, when Mika applied, she was rejected. Immediately, Mika became a disappointment to her father and the entire family. He deemed her not good enough to ever make it in the culinary world and pretty much disowned her as a daughter. Determined to prove her family wrong, Mikayla was accepted to the Culinary Institute of America in New York City. She began to work on herself, slimmed down, and focused solely on her career as a chef.

By the time Mika graduated from culinary school with degrees in Culinary Arts and Food Business Management, she was the top student in her class and had won various awards, even a cooking competition show. She was offered a position as a sous chef for the popular New York City restaurant, Bounty. Under the guidance of the executive chef, Mikayla began to make a name for herself in the culinary world. Just last year, she was named Rising Star Chef of the Year by a prominent food critic in the city. Even though she has become a successful chef in NYC, Mika's father still doesn't see value in her. She can count on one hand the amount of times she has spoken with anyone in her family in the few years since she graduated college. Nevertheless, Mika's goal is still to make her father and brothers proud of her one day.

Reason She Came to Love Island: Honestly? To win the money to open her own restaurant. But finding a partner along the way would be nice.

EXTRAS -
Apartment: x | x | x
Pet: A Scottish Fold cat named Penelope
Vehicle: x
Relationships: Open/TBD
Restaurant: x | x | x

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[MadiRaiCat]

BASIC INFORMATION -

Name: Erik Jakobsen
Nickname: None
Age: 26
Gender: Cis-Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
D.O.B.: April 1st
Zodiac sign: Aries
P.O.B.: New York, NY
Occupation: Music Producer

APPEARANCE -
Face Claim: Brendon Urie
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Brunette
Height/Weight: 5'9" (174 cm) / 150 lbs (68 kg)
Body Type: Slim, but toned
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: x | x | x | x
Style: x | x | x | x

WRITING SAMPLE -

Spoiler: Writing Sample

The room vibrated with such intensity that the dark-haired woman ducking behind the bar to grab a clean glass could feel it in her sternum. “Hurry up, bar wench, your tip is fading,” a gruff man clad in too much leather shouted from his place on an old wooden stool across the bar. He slurred his words and had a dazed glint in his eyes, sure signs of intoxication.

The woman rolled her eyes and bit her lip, forcing down any sharp comment wishing to come out. She wasn’t the type to take shit from people. But rent was due in a few days, and she needed all the tips she could get to make ends meet.

So, instead of commenting on the man’s pathetic lack of ability to hold his alcohol, she simply stood and filled the pilsner glass with a beautiful pale amber-colored liquid from the draft. Without a second thought, the bartender whipped around and slid the glass of beer down the bar to the man’s waiting hand without spilling a single drop. The drunk man happily took the ale, leaving the bar to rejoin his friends at a nearby billiards table.

The bartender leaned against the bar back, tilting her chin to her chest as she finally had a few seconds to rest for the first time since she had arrived nearly five hours earlier.

On Tap, the most popular hole-in-the-wall bar in the west side of Woodvale, Georgia, was nearly always busy. Local college students, nine-to-five workaholics, and local low-lifes alike congregated in the bar to grab a drink after a long, laborious day. With a happy hour that ran from 5:30 pm to the bar’s closing time at 2:00 am seven days a week, most people couldn’t say no to getting drunk on dollar drafts or six buck signature cocktails every night.

“Liliana, Lily, Tiger Lily, are you in there?” the bartender heard, her chocolate brown eyes widening as she realized she had been lost in her own thoughts for a bit too long. Quickly looking up, she scanned the bar for new customers or old ones that needed a new drink.

Her eyes followed the old-fashioned glass as it slid down the bar into the hand of an older balding man in a navy two-piece suit. Lily recognized him as one of her regulars, Mr. Townsend, a partner at the local law firm that specialized in self-defense and car accidents.

Lily offered him an apologetic smile and small wave. He nodded at her, and Lily knew he was accepting her apology even though his face held a stoic expression. Mr. Townsend raised his glass in appreciation at the person behind her, before venturing back to his table in the corner near a TV showing some sort of sport’s game on it.

Lily immediately spun around to where she had heard her name called from earlier. A man a few years older than her dried his hands with a dish towel before hopping up to sit on the bar back with a teasing grin.

“Zoning out again, are you? Don’t tell me you’ve been drinking on the job!” he accused, a light laugh escaping through his lips. His black chef’s jacket, which was covered in splashes of flour and food debris from the kitchen, revealed his heavily tattooed arms and a few black swirls of ink on his neck peaked out over its collar. Lily balled up a bar towel and chucked it at him, teasingly narrowing her eyes in faux anger.

“Says the guy who drinks more wine than he cooks with,” Lily snapped back, smiling as her brother easily caught the towel with another deep chuckle. The pair looked strikingly similar, with hair that was such a dark brown, it almost looked black, and eyes the color of rich milk chocolate. While Lily was of average height and slender, however, Nicolaus was tall and muscular.

The siblings were often found bantering sarcastically and getting on each other’s nerves. Nevertheless, Nicolaus was Lily’s partner in crime and overall best friend. They had been through thick and thin, and survived some terrible situations together that Lily locked away into the far reaches of her mind, trying not to remember. In all honesty, Lily wasn’t quite sure she would still be alive if she didn’t have her brother.

Nick looked as though he was about to say something witty and clever when Lily heard the sharp sound of glass against wood behind her. She spun on her heels in the direction of the sound, her brunette braid swinging around her shoulders. On the other side of the bar was the same leather-dressed man as earlier, returning for his fourth beer.

“Bar wench, another one! You’re not just paid to stand there and let us look at you, you know!” he shouted a bit too loudly, causing a few other bar patrons to turn and look. Normally when Lily had overtly rude customers, she would respond with biting remarks laced with enough venom to stop a man in his tracks.

But, before Lily had even thought of a response, Nick slid down from the bar back and around the counter to the burly man, a grimace of pure rage on his face. Lily knew her brother had an anger problem, especially when it came to people treating her poorly. It stemmed from their childhoods, and she couldn’t exactly blame him for it. She was used to this side of her brother, as were most of the regulars in the bar. They had seen his anger throughout the years Nick had worked there as a chef while Lily tended to the bar.

Nick slapped the man’s glass from the counter top so hard that it flew into the wall and shattered, thankfully missing any of the patrons of the bar. Her brother grabbed the drunkard by the collar, his brown eyes seeming to deepen in such anger that Lily could not distinguish his irises from his pupils.

Roughly, Nick yanked the man closer to him, his tattoos and calloused hands making him appear much more intimidating than Lily knew him to be. She realized then that the entire bar had gone silent, even the music had been cut, and all the customers stared at Nick and the other man. Embarrassed, Lily’s cheeks turn bright red, but her body felt stiff and she noticed she couldn’t move. Lily was literally paralyzed with anxiety.

“Don’t you ever talk to my sister like that again, or you will sincerely regret stepping foot into this place,” Nick whispered harshly. But the bar was so quiet that you could hear his voice throughout the entirety of the room.

After contemplating his next move for a moment, Lily could see Nick grind his teeth as he chose to be the bigger person instead of doing what he really wanted to do. Her brother released the man’s collar and shoved him roughly. After stumbling a few steps backward, the drunk man quickly scuttled back to his group of friends, and the atmosphere slowly returned to the normal bar scene.

Lily inhaled sharply, realizing she had been holding her breath anxiously throughout the entire situation. But before Lily could get a chance to speak to her brother, he stalked back through the swinging doors into the kitchen. Lily knew whenever Nick was angry, he cooked. He said that it helped take his mind off the matter and relax as he mentally followed the steps of a recipe.

Since they were young, Nick always had a need to protect Lily, even though she had told him a million times that she could take care of herself. He had taught her how to fight and kept her practiced through sparring matches. Somewhere, deep down, Lily knew that Nick still blamed himself for some of the things that had happened to her in the past. But she could never blame her brother for what wasn’t his fault.

It was then that the late shift bartender arrived. Her name was Kara, a sweet girl with dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. She was always quiet, but Lily didn’t mind since she was often times quiet too. Liliana took Kara’s arrival as a cue that her shift was over, and quickly swept the shattered pilsner glass into a dust pan to dump into the trash can.

Right as she slung the familiar leather of her black jacket across her shoulders, she heard Kara’s soft voice from behind her. “I brought you a small gift. Nick told me your birthday is in a few days. It’s underneath the bar back.”

Lily turned towards Kara slightly surprised, though the expression was missed as Kara was already busy making drinks for a new group that had just entered that bar. Lily had never really considered them friends, mostly because their interactions were minimal.

She liked Kara nevertheless, and had always thought that the shy and delicate girl would make a good match for Nick. But, like herself, Nick didn’t think he was good enough to be in a relationship and therefore had a higher number of one-night-stands compared to past girlfriends.

Shrugging the thoughts away, Kara grabbed the paper sack from below the bar and peaked inside. An amber-colored liquid contained inside an intricate glass bottle with a purple ribbon tied around the neck sat inside. Lily grinned, immediately recognizing her favorite brand of scotch.

“Thanks, Kara! I’ll make sure to share with Nick when he gets off tonight,” Lily said, not waiting for a response before stuffing the bottle into her purse and slipping through the crowds of people to the door.

Once door slammed shut behind her, Lily couldn’t help but inhale deeply, the fresh air filling her lungs and giving her a new sense of peace. The once overly loud music had become a dull thud in the background, and Lily was relieved to be off work.

Though Kara was the only other bartender, she was a part-time employee and only worked a few four-hour shifts per week. Nevertheless, Lily appreciated the shorter shifts and the small breaks they gave her.

She glanced over to where a black Chevy Cobalt was parked at the back of the lot, the moonlight reflecting off it beautifully. Lily and Nick shared the car. With their current financial situation, the pair couldn’t afford to pay bills as well as have two car payments. So, they compromised, and on nights like tonight where their shifts differed, Lily would just walk home. After all, the path to their apartment was a straight shot through the city park, maybe two miles maximum.

Taking one last look at the neon signs decorating the front windows of the bar, Lily crossed the street and followed the sidewalk into grassy area that was Woodvale City Park. The trails were dimly lit, making the night time trek a bit less eerie.

Pulling the glass bottle from her purse, Lily cracked open the bottle of scotch and began sipping on it, hoping to build up some liquid courage lest she come upon any unfavorable people in the park. The scotch warmed her body from the inside out, causing Lily to smile at its delicious peaty flavor. The more she drank, the better she felt, putting the events of the night far behind her.

The cement path emerged into an open meadow with park benches, picnic tables, and charcoal grills people in town used for cookouts and get-togethers. There was a brightly colored plastic playground in the distance, and Lily half-debated going over to it. She had loved to hang upside-down from the monkey bars as a child, and wondered if she still could.

The thought was cut short when she noticed a man leaning on the railing of the stone bridge, peering down into the water. From this distance, she couldn’t make out his face, but his hair was long as was his scraggly beard. His clothes were dirty and tattered, and he wasn’t wearing any shoes.

For a moment, Lily was concerned he was some sort of serial killer, disposing of his latest kill in the river. Though she realized she may be thinking irrationally, Lily still paused, waiting for him to walk away so she could cross the bridge to her apartment.

The man began to stiffly climb up onto the stone railing, which was only about a foot wide. He stuck out his arms to keep his balance, staring down into the black water that rushed over a few large rocks about 50 feet below.

Lily immediately jogged towards the man, a pang of panic shooting through her body. When she was about 5 yards away, she stopped and shouted to the man, “Sir! Are you ok? It’s not safe to be standing on the railing like that.”

Startled, the man looked up at Lily with wide eyes, swaying a bit before regaining his balance. She could just make out his face in the dim light of the street lamps. He was older, maybe late 60s or early 70s. He wore glasses that had a crack in one lens, and his hair was unkempt and grey. Lily took a few steps closer, but stopped when the man simply shook his head. He gave her a sad smile before leaning forward and letting his body fall from the railing.

Liliana gasped, the bottle of scotch falling from her hand and shattering on the pavement. She instinctively began to sprint towards the bridge, but froze when a sickening crack sound filled the night air. Lily squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to let tears fall. Her heart began to race, and panic clawed its way up her throat, making it hard to breath. A thousand memories she had sworn to keep locked away flashed through her mind, slowly pulling her deeper into panic’s grip.

Succumbing to the panic, Lily felt dizzy, and soft fell to her knees. Her entire body felt cold, causing her to tug her leather jacket tighter around her body. After a few moments of paralyzing anxiety and panic, an image of a younger Nick popped into Lily’s head. “Remember, Tiger Lily,” he said, “slow your breathing and focus on something pretty around you.” When she first started experiencing panic attacks in her childhood, Nick had told her this as a way to calm herself. It was a method she used to that day.

Opening her eyes ever so slightly, Lily searched her surroundings for something, anything she could focus on. A cluster of Carolina lilies grew in a flower bed a few yards away, and Lily took a moment to admire their fiery-colored beauty. Her breathing began to calm and her heart began to slow, giving Lily back some control of her body.

Pulling herself to her feet, Lily slowly walked over to the bridge railing where she had last saw the man. Taking a deep, hesitant breath, Lily peered over the edge, searching for any signs of life in the rippling waters below. Aside from a smattering of blood on one of the rocks protruding from the water, she found nothing. Letting out the breath she had been holding, Lily pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Hi, my name is Liliana Atwood,” Lily began, surprising herself with the steady, monotonous tone of her voice. “I just witnessed a man jump off the bridge in City Park, next to the playground on the Granite Trail,” she continued, turning to lean her back against the railing in sudden exhaustion.

“Alright ma’am. There are police officers and a rescue team in route to your location. Please stay on the line and remain on scene so you can give a statement of what you saw,” the operator responded.

“Okay,” Lily agreed before putting the phone on speaker and sitting it on the railing. She let out a sigh and dropped her chin to her chest, closing her eyes for a moment. A few moments later when she opened them, she noticed a small journal on the ground near her feet.

Lily knelt slowly, picking up the book in both hands. It was bound in black leather, and had yellowed pages that revealed its old age. The cover of the book was embossed with gold lettering, spelling, “The Secrets I Keep.” At first, Lily was scared to open the book, but the approaching police sirens gave her a sense of courage. Lily couldn’t help but flip through the first few pages.

PERSONA -
Likes: Music (duh), computers, listening to vinyl records, playing piano and guitar, singing, writing sheet music, coffee, 24/7 diners, dogs, fried chicken
Dislikes: Hot weather, smoking, sand, musicians who have no real talent and are only famous because of some scandal or their level of attractiveness, autotune, olives
Personality: Erik is absolutely 100% in love with his work. For as long as he can remember, music has been one of the most important aspects of his life. Writing it, creating it, playing it, destroying it, Erik honestly can't get enough. He is inventive and innovative in nature, always wanting to create trends rather than follow them. He takes pride in what he does, and will happily show his work to as many people as possible. Success is important to Erik, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve it. His determination and tenacity bodes well for him in such a cruel and unforgiving industry. With his clients, he is very patient and does his best to help them. However, that doesn't mean he is entirely kind. Erik only expects the best and will not stop or let others stop until they get it. He can be very stubborn and even merciless when it comes to his job, sometimes so honest that it's brutal. In this sense, when Erik is frustrated, he can become a bit rash and act out.

Nevertheless, Erik really is a nice guy. Outside of the studio, he loves to meet new people and form new friendships. Going to open mic nights, poetry readings, and local concerts are a past time of his. He's always on the lookout for the next big musician, songwriter, singer, etc. Erik is pretty into fitness and staying in shape. He goes on a run with his dog Ringo almost every day, and eats healthy as well. As an all-around artistic guy, he likes to draw and make pottery, though he tends to not tell many people about this for fear of being heckled. In that sense, Erik despises being ridiculed or made a fool of, and does everything in his power to avoid it.


Virtues: Patient, creative, helpful, honest (sometimes brutally so), trustworthy, tenacious, resilient
Vices: Stubborn, honest (remember that brutal thing?), merciless towards the musicians he produces, a bit rash
Quirks: Makes popping noises with his lips when he's trying to figure something out, rarely let's anyone into his personal studio
Fears: Being made fun of by the public and/or the media for a song he produced, his past transgressions coming to light, extreme heights

BACKGROUND -

"Didn't have a dime, but I always had a vision.”​

History: Erik was born in the great city of New York, New York to a couple who were and still are very deeply in love. His parents met at Julliard during their undergraduate years. His father was pursuing a degree in classical music composition while his mother was intent on becoming a ballerina for the New York City Ballet. As a final project for a music composition class they were both in, his mother and father were paired up and asked to create a five minute music and dance number to be performed for the class during finals week. The two immediately hit it off, both wondering how they hadn't noticed each other before that day. After the project was completed and performed, the two received the highest grade in the entire class. They were able to work together, almost as one really, and from that day forward were never apart.

Two years after their graduation, the couple decided to get married. His father began working at his dream job, a composer for the New York Philharmonic Orchestra whereas his mother was on cloud nine after passing her auditions and earning an apprenticeship with the New York City Ballet company. They lived together in a modest yet beautiful apartment in the Upper Eastside. About five years later, the couple welcomed a baby boy into their family. Erik was surrounded by music since the day of his birth. No really, his father made sure Chopin was playing in the room while his mother was in labor. From a very young age, Erik was taught to play multiple instruments, read and write music, and even dance in the contemporary style. He thrived in a musical setting, and was soon sitting alongside his father to help him write pieces.

In his teenage years, Erik began to explore other types of music outside of the classics he had always known. In his free time, he began experimenting with rock and pop music, much to the dislike of his parents. Nevertheless, they supported his hobbies and even bought him his first electric guitar and drum set. For Erik, the power of music was always in the emotion of the lyrics and the sounds. Though classical music was great, it wasn't the type of music he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. So after graduation from high school, much to the disappointment of his parents, Erik turned down a full ride scholarship to Julliard and instead attended NYU for a degree in music production.

While in college, he helped friends create and record their music, eventually making a name for himself on campus and throughout the city's open mic nights. He created a recording studio in his apartment, slowing buying more and more equipment until the space was entirely decked out. After graduation, Erik accepted an internship with Siren Records, a prominent record label in NYC. In the four years he has been there since college, Erik has worked his way up the ranks and has become one of the most sought after music producers in the city. Though he didn't follow the path his parents had lay out for him, they are still extremely proud of Erik and what he has accomplished.

EXTRAS -
Apartment: x | x | x
Pet: A Chocolate Lab named Ringo
Vehicle: x
Relationships: Open/TBD

codedbycrucialstar || hidden scroll on both sides​

 

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Michael Trescott
28//6'5"//220lbs

Tattoos basically cover his body from head to toe (literally), his nose, ears, and tongue is pierced
Michael is the quiet mysterious type that reels in women with his aura. He can sometimes be intense and most conversations come across as serious, but if you get close with him he opens up more and can be fun and outgoing. He's very driven, loyal, and a hard worker who does his best to please everyone.
Personal Trainer/Model
Michael grew up in England, but when we grew up and moved out he moved to America to start a new life. At first it was a rough go, but not too long after he quickly kicked off his modelling career after he volunteered to be nude in an art class. From then on he was being recognized by photographers and such. With the money raised from shoots he opened up his own gym and became a successful personal trainer. Due to his busy work schedule he's found it hard to find girls... Especially ones who aren't just after him for free classes (he charges a lot) or money.
He came to Love Island to find someone loyal and trusting, and even if he walks away empty handed at least he'd have a good experience.​

 

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1 more boy and 2 more girls then we can get started

 

[NightPhoenix]

WIP​

Chelsea MinName: Chelsea Soo-kyung Min
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Occupation: Student (majoring in Dance, minoring in Vocal Performance) / Singer
Height: 167 cm / 5'6"
Weight: 48 kg / 106 lbs

Personality:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Background: Chelsea was born to two Korean migrants in London, England, a couple of years after her parents had moved there with her older brother. She made her debut in the music industry at 18, as she was finishing up her final year in secondary school. She gained a decent following and started attending university soon after. Money was tight at the time—half of her parents' savings had already gone to her brother, who was finishing up his education, and she had to pay her vocal training fees and the like, on top of her tuition. So she took on a bartending job at night, to reduce the burden on her parents.

It was only two years later (one year ago) at the age of 20, when she made her breakthrough with her second album, Ethereal. She rose drastically in fame, and her next single, released a few months later, was a hit as well. With her rising popularity, her agency hired a publicist for her, and the publicist's first suggestion was to appear on some well-known TV show. After ruling out cooking shows (they confirmed that she should not be allowed in the kitchen) and a few others, it came down to either a dance reality show or Love Island. Her publicist decided to go with Love Island, to "show the fans another side".
Reasons for coming to Love Island: Mainly because her publicist insisted on it
Faceclaim: Kwon Yuri

Heaven's worth chasing
I'll chase everyday, everyday
Yuri - Always Find You (English Ver.)​

 

[Soma Schicksal]

Name: Clark Valentino


Age: 27

Spoiler: Appearance:

Description: Has tattoos over most parts of his body to fit the look and feel of a real rock singer.


Personality: Clark is sensitive, perceptive, and a bit shy. These qualities count both towards his strengths and his weaknesses. He possesses sensitivity to his feelings and can cause him to hold back on his talents but to the same extent, it puts a lot more soul into his music and can show others around him that he cares. Although a bit shy he grows on people and you can catch the real rockstar that he is on stage in his personal life swell, becoming the life of the party. He always takes the time to evaluate others in his head to see how they can fit in his life or whether or not they are someone he needs to be on the lookout around.


Occupation: Singer/Songwriter


Background: Clark grew up in Los Angeles, California where he didn’t really have much, to begin with. He wasn’t very popular during his time at school and struggled with meals weekly. This forced him to have to get a job as soon as he could at 15 which was just a simple gas station job where he worked as the cashier and janitor positions. Clark at the time was singing along to some of the radio music and that's when it was heard that he had musical talent, he didn’t see it in himself but the people around him whether they were peers that worked with him or customers, they always gave him positive advice. A man had appeared one day and gave him the opportunity to sing for the producer in which he did incredibly well and that gave him a record label in which he became popular and met friends along the way. Years passed and now he has just finished a bit of his touring and was invited to seek love, he didn’t really ever think much of it but if this was an opportunity at more once in a lifetime opportunities then he wouldn’t mind taking the trip.


Reasons for coming to Love Island: Didn't want to miss a fun opportunity and figured he could make new friends.

 

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Okay so now we just need 1 girl!

 

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Wonder Woman wanna jump in on this?

 

[Wonder Woman]

Wonder Woman wanna jump in on this?

Oh hell yea

 

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Yaaaaas

 

[Nick36545]

Name- Kai Mackenzie Matthews
Age 23
Appearance -
Description - He has a butterfly tattoo with other tattoos on his right arm, a goblin tattoo with other tattoos on his left arm, tattoos on his legs & chest, and he has his ear pierced.
Personality- He is a sweet, kind, and caring person to be around. Also,
Occupation- Singer/songwriter, stylist, and makeup artist
Background- Kai was born to Phineas Jake Matthews and Jamie Marie Matthews on May 21, 1996 at 3:15 PM in Orlando, FL. Also, he is the oldest of four sisters named, Rachel Scott, Brooklyn Louise, Hannah Hayley, Erica Janet, and five brothers named, Bobby Morgan, Robert Clark, Nikki James, Jamie Lee, and Jackie Katie. Then, at the age of seven years old, Kai came out to his family and friends as bisexual, and they all accepted him. Next, when he was ten years old, he learn from Mary's mom how to do makeup, because her mom is a makeup artist. After that, at the age of thirteen years old, Kai wrote his first ever song called, " Love is Everlasting," which he entered into a contest, and he won it; Kai got to record the song. Lastly, when he was seventeen years old, Kai recorded his first album called, " K.M.M. (Keep Making Music)," which has he song called, "Love is Everlasting," and it was added to the album with a mix of the original version; the new version of the song. When, Kai turned eighteen years old, he listened to Prince's song called, "18 & Over+ from the album called, " The Crystal Ball," and Kai also sang, "Control," by Janet Jackson from the album called, "Control." After that, at the age of twenty years old, he opened a Makeover place ( clothes, shoes, makeup, etc.) called, Love is Everlasting, which styles outfits for people, and does people's makeup too for them to look good. Next, when, he was twenty-two years old, he dated a girl, named, Ashely Kelly Williams, and after the date, Kai noticed that she had stole 2,000 from him. Lastly, he heard someone talking about Love Island, and what it was all about; he had signed up for it to find better than what he was getting.
Reasons for coming to Love Island- He came to love Island to find someone, who loves him for who he is, and for what he does for a living; the money that he has from doing what he does for a living. Also, to find that will always be by his side, and will not cheat on him.

 

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There’s so many singers/song writers hahaha

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Name:
Ethan j Natale

*Nickname:
None for now

Sex:
Male

Age [22-32]:
25

Appearance:

Standing at 6"5 Ethan is a big guy to say the least. He isn't fat but more well muscled, making it clear he works out a lot, but that comes with MMA. Having a tattoo that runs from his wrist to his elbow. It has flowers all over surrounding a tombstone that has the words "R.I.P Dad" on it and a pair of boxing gloves sitting next to the tombstone. Ethan has a gently tanned skin color, long brown hair, deep brown eyes and will never be caught without a beard or long hair

Personality:
Despite Ethan's looks he's a teddy bear to say the least. Hes kind, caring, gentle, and sweet all rolled into a buff pretty boy. Though don't get him wrong, he's still a man and can go from sweet and caring to violent and angry in the flick of a switch and trust me he knows how to use his anger to his advantage. Though he'd never hit a woman. At times Ethan can be hard to talk to mostly because he can feel insecure about something, making him feel that if he talks about it with someone they will leave him. He's the kinda guy to be clingy, always wanting an I love you or a hand hold or a hug maybe even a kiss more than most couples do. But to him it's all signs that the relationship is still going strong and healthy. He's very over protective of those he’s in relationships with, willing to do almost anything for them, and do anything to protect them.


History:
Ethan grew up living in the mountains of Colorado. His mother working at a local dinner and his father being a big time boxer. Ethan's life was good. From the age of two Ethan was always in the boxing gym with his dad. "Working out" as a toddler along side his father and training to be a fighter as well. His mother never liked the idea but none the less let Ethan pursue his dreams. When Ethan hit middle school he joined his local schools boxing club that they had. He was a star immediately. Collecting numerous trophies and awards for his school as he moved through high school... that is of course till his junior year came around. His father had taken him along to a big fight down in New Mexico. The night after the fight him and his dad went on a drive to explore a little. Ending up on a small road with one side being a 50 foot drop straight to rock. And the other side being the bottom of another fifty foot drop. As they drove along some drink ass hole came around a corner wide. Making his dad swerve which sent them off the drop. Rolling in the air, the truck they were in landed on the drivers side killing his dad instantly and Knocking Ethan out. 6 hours later they were found by a traveling couple. Ethan had never been the same since. When he got back home he stopped boxing and grew quiet, his dad was his role model, his hero, and now he was gone. It tore Ethan up so much that Ethan didn't even step foot near a fighting gym until 4 years later. It was by chance truly that he found that fighting was his way of coping with the loss of his father, it was his connection to his dad and once he found that out he refused to give it up. And so he fought, soon turning from boxing to mixed martial arts. he only grew better and better till the UFC started to take interest. Now he's put his career on the side for this one shot at happily ever after.

Ethnic Background:
English Italian

Orientation:
Heterosexual

Why come to the island:
Ethan has never really been much for going out of his way for a relationship. Most of his past relationships leaving him because they didn’t like him traveling and fighting.

*Theme Song:
Believer by imagine dragons

*Other:​

 

[monxmiracle]

Ope, I didn't see you made the character thread till now, but I'mma send both my OCs in a bit

 

[MadiRaiCat]

There’s so many singers/song writers hahaha

I can change Erik around so he's not if you like

 

[cloudvity]

Name: Tessie Woodrow
Age: 27
Tattoos: ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
Piercings: ✧
Personality: Tessie is a being of pure malevolence. She has a mischievous side, as well as a wicked sense of humor. She is extremely prideful, thinking of herself as a goddess. She is also manipulative, trying to bring others under her control. However, she is arrogant, making it relatively easy to outsmart her.
Occupation: Model
Background: Tessie was born on August 12, 1992 in Hammersmith, London. She has two older sisters, as well as a an older half-brother. Her father is a property developer, allowing Tessie to grow up with an extravagant lifestyle. At the age of sixteen, she dropped out of school to pursue her modeling career.
Tessie decided to come to the island as nothing more than a game. She sees it as a way to have a vacation while also meeting some hot new people to mess around with. Nothing serious, though.​