Your favorite characters from various tv shows are all meeting up in this island show. On a live action tv show seven people compete. Who will survive the island and be the first to make it off? First one who leaves the island is the winner. They have a phone and they can make one call to be removed from the island whether they've had enough or they are seriously injured. They must find a way to survive until they've completed their way off the island. They are taken on a small boat to the island, which has random things and supplies, and they have five minutes to get everything they want off of the boat. Hopefully, their supplies don't get ruined in the water. Will romances and friendships be formed? Will alliances be broken?
No directly harming anyone
(More may be to come)
Belseleth Arnold - Male - 26 years - Human - Healing Heretic - Sir Froggington
Dolios Ophios Vasuki. - Male - 20 years - Human - 1x1 - Overthink 101
Fira Claymore - Female - 20 years - Human - Royal Mess - Onyx's Haven
Jack's dark hair waved in the wind, as the boat headed toward the island. He was dressed in cutesy sailor garb. He had a wide smile on his face, as he addressed the small group, "Welcome to the Island of Muses! In a few minutes, you'll have five minutes to grab all the supplies you'll need to outsurvive your competitors. We have quite the group today, and I am sure they will all do well. While we wait to get closer to the island, please introduce yourself with your full name, give us a small biography of yourself, why you are here, and one interesting fact about yourself." Jack was a competitor from the show "The Trials of Love," and now he was the game show host for this show "The Island of Muses."
Belseleth Arnold - Male - 26 years - Human - Healing Heretic - Mentions: Open
Belseleth gazed around his surroundings. He was used to being surrounded by the hot sun, but not this much breeze, or such open water. He had only seen an ocean once, when he was invading another country during war, but he had never ridden in such a large motorized boat. Where was he? Why was he here? Competing? In what? Why? His eyes narrowed, as the man instructed him to reveal information about himself. He would have to be very careful. It sounded like this was all very dangerous, and not unlike war. Why was he supposed to give out information? Why would any of them do such a thing, and lose possible advantages?
Impassively, he dipped his head, acknowledging the welcome, but not pleased with the current arrangement at all. He began to look around for stuff he wanted to grab. He would have to be quick and make a plan. What if something couldn't get wet! What would he do after that? He knew that he was capable of surviving. After wandering around with a possible cult follower in the wilderness, and thriving in a dry arid desert with no viable plant life, he was sure he could survive on a tropical island where there would actually be shade.
He decided he might as well go first and get it over with. If everyone was learning new information, it might make it harder to remember his, if they were distracted by others, once they had their turn. He stared at the other riders on the boat, "My name is Belseleth Arnold. I live in Pholophus, and have studied. I went to war for my country, and somehow I ended up here." It was hard leaving out the important details, that might help them win against him, while still giving them something to hear. "I don't know why I am here," his brow furrowed in confusion.
"I...." he was wracking his brains for an interesting fact about himself, "I was considered a heretic, when I become a prisoner of war," he finally decided. Hopefully, they didn't know which country he had been fighting against, and wouldn't put together the pieces, of why he had been accused. He looked around expecting someone else to speak. "Where are you leaving us? Why are we here?" Was this some kind of torture the Sythlus were creating just for him? Would they be forced to fight one another? Why were they being so cruel? Why did it look nothing like where he had been taken from? His head was beginning to cloud, and the same thoughts repeated. He was trying to think of a way to escape the situation, but he could not concentrate in the slightest. "If this is entertainment, then you are cruel indeed," he growled at the game show host.
Dolios Ophios Vasuki - Male - 20 years - Demisexual - Human - 1x1 - Mentions; Belseleth(Ind.)
Dolios took scanning glances at his surroundings, trying to be as discreet as possible with his musings. He wasn’t one to try and bring attention to himself, especially when he was in an unfamiliar area. He was much more used to city landscapes, though it wouldn’t have surprised him if his employer had sent him here somehow for a job. But he had believed that the guardians were still in the city… His eyes narrowed and he continued to take in the surroundings. Only glancing at the people there with him whenever one spoke.
He tuned out most of the welcome, only listening for anything important. Five minutes for supplies… Outsurvive the competition… And introductions. Nothing too important, he’d let someone else go first. He wanted to be able to take in everyone, figure out who(if anyone) he should try to speak to. It was very possible he could twist the truth for any of this.
“My name is Belseleth Arnold. I live in Pholophus, and have studied. I went to war for my country, and somehow I ended up here.” Dolios looked over at the man who decided to start them off. “I don't know why I am here, I.... I was considered a heretic when I became a prisoner of war.”
He tuned out the rest of what the man said, storing any potentially valuable information. His name, home, and the fact that he was a soldier-slash-prisoner of war; for example. The left side of his face slowly grew into a sly grin, he was glad that Belseleth was on his right.
He spoke, slow as to make sure he didn’t lie, the urge was there, after all. “I am… Dolios Ophios Vasuki. I live in Anamosa. I ended up here quite easily, I do believe.” He thought for a moment, not wanting to give any details. “I was considered powerful where I was before.”
Keep it vague and intimidate those around him, they would try to do anything if they were scared of him. And they certainly wouldn’t want to mess with him. The only reason they would is if they were like Emeterius, and he hoped none of them would be like him. If they were, then everyone was doomed. That was for certain. Emeterius would end up killing everyone before they even reached where they were going. Especially since they were on a boat, that was on water… Emeterius had control over water, so it would’ve been so easy for Emeterius to play out one of those thoughts of his.
He took in his surroundings again. Where was Emeterius? He wasn’t sure now… Perhaps he was still in the city, performing a different job for their employer? He hoped so. He also hoped that Emeterius wouldn’t have a way to get to where he was, if only for everyone else’s sake.
She looked calmly out at the ocean, the breeze riffling her hair delicately, the sun shining down graciously. Inside, though, the female was freaking out. Where was her circus troup? God, how had she even gotten here? Her hand was brought to her side, and she tugged on her shirt, feeling the need to do something or steal anything. Skylar glanced at the others out of the corner of her eye. Some seemed rather distraught, others quite bored and irritated. A man stepped up, looking confident and relaxed. She wanted to rip that smile off his face and get some answers. "Welcome to the Island of Muses! In a few minutes, you'll have five minutes to grab all the supplies you'll need to outsurvive your competitors. We have quite the group today, and I am sure they will all do well. While we wait to get closer to the island, please introduce yourself with your full name, give us a small biography of yourself, why you are here, and one interesting fact about yourself."
Two other men stepped forward and answere, the first being a prisoner of war, and the other being an arrogant idiot. “I was considered powerful where I was before.” She scoffed. Sure buddy. Sure. Skylar plastered a cocky smirk on her own face and gracefully wandered forward, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Really, the thoughts in her head were piercing her mind, one after the other, a stormy torrent of chaos. "Hello darlings. I'm Skylar Quinn. Ringmistress of the Wandering Circus. I'm from a place called Dunster. An interesting fact, let's see." She looked down at her feet as if ponderning the question. "Ah, I know. How about the fact that I am technically a quadruplet? Or that I adore koi for some odd reason?" Maybe the fact that I am actually a con woman and I am a spy for my circus? The possibilites are endless.
She smiled brightly and offered a quick word of gratitude for their time before steering herself towards the front of the ship. What was it that man had said before? Oh yes. The Island of Muses. Such an extravagant and extra name. He had also said they had five minutes to grab supplies. But what supplies? Why was she even here? Was she going crazy, possibly? Or maybe she was dreaming. She couldn't posibbly have agreed to going on some show and abandoning her family. Maybe if Skylar played along, this would all end.
Qrow's wings shuffle with nervousness as he listens to the man. Another damn survival place? He just got out of one! He inwardly groans as he runs his hand over his face. He just wants to go back home. After the corvids rose up against the Queen and finally won back their freedom, life got much better for him. He was able to live in a nice apartment, nicer than anything he's ever lived in. Except, he wanted to explore the world. So, he left and flew around the globe, meeting new people and seeing new things. That is when he got captured.
He woke up in a desert, not knowing where he came from or anyone he held dear to him. He only remembered his name. He was also very surprised to find that he had wings and was bird-like in appearance, despite him being that way since he was born. He and seven other people in the same boat as him had to survive the desert and figure out why it happened. They found out that it was a sick experiment and that the scientists wanted to see if they could survive. Except, afterwards they got their memories back and Qrow immediately went back home.
Except now, he's here. Though, he guesses it's fine. At least his friends will know he's alive and just on a TV show to earn some money or fame or something. He'd do it anyways, he's definitely reckless and would do it as a whim for fun.
"Welcome to the Island of Muses! In a few minutes, you'll have five minutes to grab all the supplies you'll need to outsurvive your competitors. We have quite the group today, and I am sure they will all do well. While we wait to get closer to the island, please introduce yourself with your full name, give us a small biography of yourself, why you are here, and one interesting fact about yourself." A man says, a cocky smirk on his face. Qrow immediately dislikes him.
He listens as the other people talk and he grins. Skylar seems like a fun person. As soon as it is his turn, he talks with confidence, but inside he is wanting to hide from all the attention on him. He is tall and lean, about six foot. His skin is a dark chocolate and his eyes are almost black. He has black hair that's kept in a bun and he has a small beard. A few feathers grow out of places, such as his arms and legs. His nails are unnaturally long, like talons, and his wings are large and beautiful with mixtures of black, dark purple and cobalt blue. They shine in the light, obviously well kept. He wears black jeans and a black t-shirt, his feet bare.
"Hello ladies and gents, my name is Qrow Onyx Faulkner. As you can see, I have wings and I come from the kingdom of Cadunt. I am what you call an Avian, created hundreds of years ago by the god Ikarus. Perhaps you heard that he actually perished in his great flight but that isn't true. Us Avius know the true story," then he thinks for a moment, "I actually have no idea why I'm here. Not my first rodeo. I suppose an interesting fact would be that I once helped overthrow a oppressive monarchy and helped Avius like me have a better life."
He gives them all a grin, spreading out his arms in a welcoming gesture before turning back towards the ocean, watching as an island slowly comes into view. In his mind, he's already thinking of a game plan. He first must find water and then shelter. Food isn't a big issue, especially when he can eat virtually anything a bird can. It's not his first choice to eat bugs but he's had to do it before. They aren't too terrible, kinda meaty actually.