by Anonymously Famous » Thu Mar 03, 2011 9:10 pm
Name: Johnathan Franklin Gomez
Age: 19
Skill:
First year engineering student in the local university. He has also seen that movie with Tom Hanks and the volleyball once or twice, so he's pretty sure that he can take on any challenge that this island has to offer.
Personality:
John likes to argue for the sake of arguing. That's why he found himself on the bus to Qwert, and then on the boat, and now on the island. His parents wanted him home by 12:30. He wanted to stay out longer. He was a university student now. Sure, he was still staying at his parents' house, but that was just to save a little bit of rent money, so that he could focus on his education and not on how to pay the bills... So he got mad and stormed off, went to the bus station, and now, here he is. Hey, no one said that teenagers were rational. Fortunately, John packed well for his trip. Unfortunately, all that was left, after the incidents with the bus and the ship, were two things:
Item 1: A cell phone
Item 2: A laptop
Traits:
John is smart, but he's also smart mouthed. He doesn't like to take any crap from anyone, and he'll tell you that. He's not very strong physically, but he would have the makings of a leader if he could get people to see things his way.
Description:
John is a tall, skinny teenage almost-adult. He has jet black hair, medium-short length. He walks with a slight hunch, and like most teenagers believes himself virtually immortal. Since he's almost an "adult" now, though, he has started to get the hint of his own mortality. Especially after almost being crushed by a rock and drowned at sea. He's wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a flaming skull on the front.
History:
John led a mostly uneventful life in a mostly uneventful town. He had friends enough in grade school, but his nerdiness and contrary nature eventually got the best of him. He was on his high school debate team, of course. He was even the captain. However, he continually brought up controversial subjects with his friends, which made them uncomfortable. They slowly distanced themselves from him, leaving him to revel in his supposed superiority. He graduated with nearly perfect grades, but chose a small, but respectable, university close to home instead of going to a more renowned university a few cities away. He said that it was because he needed a break from the mental stress, but it might be just because others thought that he should go to the larger school, so to spite them, he went to the smaller one.
John sat up from his position in the boat wreckage. He heard others moving around, talking, so at least some of the others had survived. He took a look around. He couldn't see the others from where he was, but from what he could see, what had been the boat was the only sign of civilization anywhere nearby. He pulled out his phone. It was still functional after both disasters, but there was no signal. Even if there was a civilization nearby somewhere, they didn't have a cellular signal. His computer was next, with similar results. No Internet either. Sighing, John powered down his two useless hunks of plastic and metal and put them away in his backpack. Maybe the batteries would be useful later.
Suddenly, John felt a stinging sensation. He winced, looking down at his legs. His shoes had somehow survived, though they now had some small holes in them. The legs of his jeans were a little torn at the bottom, and his legs had some minor scrapes. All in all, he felt lucky that he was only hurt this badly. That salt water stung when it hit his scraped up skin, though.
Before leaving the wreckage to check on the others who were on the beach, John took a look at his surroundings. He grabbed a few things:a nearby knife, a small hatchet, what appeared to be a first aid kit, and one of those small shovels that he would use when he helped his parents with the gardening in the back yard. He didn't treat his own scrapes, at least not yet. Someone on the beach might need the first aid kit more than he did.
Finally, his backpack a bit fuller than it had been, John walked clear of the wreckage, toward the small group on the beach. They seem to be mostly moving toward the sail, which had broken away from the main body of the boat.
"Ahoy there!" It seemed appropriate in a shipwreck situation. "Is anyone seriously injured?"
