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[So sorry about missing pictures...]

Sampson Jacobson|Prince Phillip|Eighteen years of age|Male

Hello there, my name is Sampson Jacobson and I am here to tell you a little bit about myself. Shall we start with the basics? Alright then. My name is Sampson as you can see; you can call me Sam for short as I like that better than Sampson. Too long for my liking so Sam is fine. My surname used to be Flanagan and then but then it was turned to Jacobson because my mother re-married. Sadly, I do not have a middle name, well, I actually do but I am not sharing it with you. You're pulling it out of me, it's Joseph. The name of my father who died in a car crash when I was six years old. As you can see, I put old not young. People think it's cool when it isn't. You need to put it right because you do not ever get younger, you always grow older and older everyday until you die. What a sad vision to think about, hey. I am of eighteen years of age and I was born on December the twenty fifth in nineteen ninety four. I am a christmas baby. I don't believe in Jesus or God so I just think I am normal. Even though it's a special day, doesn't mean you need to fuss over someone who was born on Christmas day. Geesh. I think you can see I am a male and I am not proving it though, that's disgusting. I think we have covered the surface of me and now it's time to go deeper inside...

Funny|Adorable|Generous|Charming+Romantic|Calm|Sporty

Well, hello again. Long time no see. Okay, so you want my characteristics then? Let's start with the peronal favourite, I am very funny. It's just something that I love being, it brings out the kindness in people and that what it does with me and my friends. I love to have a hilarious attitude, it makes the girls laugh and that's the good part. To hear all the giggle and laughs makes me feel warm and happy inside. That's what I love about other people! It's easy to make my parents laugh, very easy. Okay, onto the next point of my personality. I am absolutely adorable. There's something about me that makes me so attractive with it. It's just the face, how I appeal to other people and how I actually do it. I am a puppy as the girls say. My mates call me the teacher's pet, I am definitely not. Well, maybe I am, just a little bit. Like, that tincy but of a kiss up. That's how I get people to like me, I just dress in ties and waistcoats. Nothing wrong with that, is there? I am very generous. I give, not take. I am not spiteful and selfish as you can see because that's when you lose friends and all that. I just think taking stuff from others isn't right. If I get something, I give something back to be very nice as I love to be that sort of person. If you do not believe me, you will find out when you meet me and then you will love me for who I am, not for what I am. Charming, oh yes, Prince Charming is on his lovely grey steed. Riding into the sunset with his princess sat on the leather saddle in front of him while he grips onto his reins. He picks her up into his arms and kisses her. Yep, I'm like that, I am Prince Charming. It's hard to see from face expressions as I like to smile alot but I can be a big softie when it comes to girls and love. Romance is my number one tick. I can play cool easily when I find someone that's really special to me, very special. Anyone that's close to the heart is very important to me. Sometimes, you think you cannot do something and then later on in your life, you find you can do that paticular thing you thought you never could do. I am like that but I find myself once in a while. Hopefully. I am as calm as a cucumber. I never go mental and I am very mature. Like other people, I am completely the opposite of them and try to play it cool and stay in my natural posistion which is calm and act like my age. Not like my brother who is twenty eight and acts like a two year old. Nope, not like him at all. I love being calm and having no hyper actions because that makes me much better with the ladies as I am very easy going. I hope that's okay with everyone because I cannot go crazy, even I try. Only when I drink something sugary though. The last thing is sporty, I love sports and you cannot take me away from it. My favourite is football and I always score the goals. I may not play it so often now as I have had a physical injury with my leg and everytime I do sports, it gives way and I end up hurting it again. Not the greatest things to happen when you are at a league or championship. I think we covered my personality. Are we done here?

Dublin|The Death of my Father|School|Secondary School|The present day

I was born in the heart of Dublin, Southern Ireland. Yes, I have the lovely Irish accent. Uh huh, I am awesome. Not really. Okay, I was born in Dublin with my mother, father and older brother. We all used to have fun everyday all together as father used to work at home and mother used to work for about three hours a day at a pub behind the bar but goes longer hours due to the death of my father. When I was born, I had to be kept in hospital for a few days because apparently I wasn't breathing properly. The doctors had doubts and said I would die, look at me now! Okay, to the next subject. My father, Joseph Jacobson. He died of a brain tumour. Not the most easiest thing to die of. We were really devastated and I miss him to pieces. He has been dead for twelve years now but we still visit his grave and cherish the moments we had with him. They found a way to remove the tumour but it regrew and it came back and he died the next morning. Mother found him dead in the bed so we didn't know what to do until we called the ambulance. What a sad thing to think about. Look, you've made me cry! The most horrible memory was the first day of Primary School, hated it! The teachers were absolutely crazy and out of their minds. They actually didn't know what they were talking about to be honest. I found them really annoying but also creepy. I made loads of new friends and made a best friend which we are still now. He has moved to America for a training camp in his football training. Lucky! Then we moved onto Secondary school. Boy was I popular. I didn't like it but it was because of my lovely personality and good looks which is a nice thing to think about. You're nice, great, people love you and that's all that matters. I was called Prince Charming back then and I still am. That's my nick name. Love it!

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{ people, we are going to start. Even though we are missing one boy, I have waited long enough... so we will start roleplaying. Let's begin!

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A pounding erupted in Blair's head, unable to perform any sudden movements. Her head was clouded with pain, and it took some time to react to the scene around her. Tiredly, she forced her eyes open and took in the scene around her. Chaos surrounded her: flames licking at the tree's branches; screams of the dying penetrates the air and the smell of leaking fuel. Blair shivered, even though there was no wind, puzzlement showing on her face.
What the hell is happening? she thought, scared out of her wits, I was on the plane and...
It all came back to her, the sudden lurch of the airplane into complete nothingness. Then, nothing... Her mind went blank, being for the rest of the crash. She dragged her self backwards away from the carnage , and realised that her hands were touching sand. She was on a beach, probably on a desert island. Panic griped at her and wouldn't let go. Hastily she got to her feet, swinging her backpack to her side. Wait, she had a backpack? She couldn't recall owning one in the first place, let alone bringing one. Still she kept it; promising that she'll return it to the owner if she'd be alive. She opened it, relived that it held some contents that would be of use to her. A water bottle - half full; dried pineapple; a book - she'd might get bored of surviving you know; three energy drinks; a cell phone - which was of complete use to her since there was no single, and heaven forbid - sanitary towels. One thing she'd pick to have on a desert island would be a sanitary towel, and it seemed she gained her with. A washable as well! Luck seemed to be on her side.

With another look in the bag, she zipped it up and slung it on her shoulder. It didn't feel weighty at all, so no sore back there then. A brief smile flashed on her face, only to be replaced with worry. She had to help the people trapped, but how?

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lana isabelle williams
the 'punk'
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Swish. Swish. Swish. The sound of water, combined with screams, woke Lana from her daze. Unfortunately, as soon as she was aware of what she was going on around her, a blinding pain started in her temples, just above her left eyebrow. The swishing sound she had heard was from the waves licking the sand, but that was about the only peaceful thing about the scene.
The flames were everywhere, and Lana could feel the heat of them from where she was sitting, a few dozen metres away from the wreckage. What's going on? She thought to herself, then stopped. Ow. Thinking was bad for the pounding ache in her forehead.
She pushed her fringe away from her eyes and fixed the strap of her rucksack on her shoulder. She didn't recall having brought a rucksack with her, but then she could hardly remember being on the flight in the first place. She shuffled backwards a few feet, her eyes glued to the carnage in front of her. She eventually pushed herself to her feet, testing her shoulders for freedom of movement as she studied where she was.
A beach. Trees to her side, she hadn't turned around yet. And a flaming wreckage in front of her. "Hello?" She shouted, trying to be heard over the screams. "Anyone here?" She shouted so loudly her voice cracked, and she cursed, clenching her hands into fists. She couldn't be alone here. She didn't even know what was going on, she couldn't remember anything at all, and now the only sounds filling her ears were the screams of the people inside the airplane. She didn't know what do do. Run away, or stay and help? The two options swirled around her brain, making her feel dizzy.