- [♚]. if it's the last thing i do

[spiff]

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full name leonora c. durante
nicknames lee / leo / ‘nor
age seventeen (17) years old
power manipulation of fire
height five foot eight (5’8”)
build lean, somewhat willowy
hair long and straight; black
eyes black like her hair; lively
primary moody, unpredictable
secondary flirtatious, dauntless
tertiary ruthless, determined
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pos. confident, adventurous,
charming, daring, bold, clever,
knows how to achieve her ends
neg. stubborn, arrogant, reckless,
hotheaded, aggressive, contrary,
gets drunk on her power easily
theme songs pyromania by cas-
cada and burn by ellie goulding
likes adrenaline, her new power
dislikes losing and being wrong
fears dying / never going home
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introducing leonora christina durante, the pyromaniac. pyromaniac, you say? well,
she wasn’t always this way; she didn’t become a pyromaniac until she received the
power of pyrokinesis. but now? well, power is intoxicating and you could say that
this tomboy of many nicknames has gone a little mad with it. however, the vivaci-
ous leo is a charmer nonetheless. as capricious as she is, she does possess a certain
spark that makes all the difference between having allies and being the kid that ev-
erybody teams up on. a seemingly fearless girl with an element to match her fierce
spirit, she’s in love with the thrill of this game. never one to turn down a good adv-
enture, this adrenaline junkie’s daredevil antics may well cost her her life. but it’s
a double-edged knife— who knows? maybe there’s a little risk involved in winning.
one thing’s for certain: whimsical appearances aside, leo has her eyes set on the pr-
ize: going home. and she will make sure that nobody stops her.
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[diana.]

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Madison Hannah Fortert, an eighteen year old girl who is
currently living with heart cancer. It had been decided by
the doctors that Maddison would die in three months since
there was no cure for her. Her disease had gotten to the
point where it would be even harder for her to do anything.
For the past six months, Madison had been laying in the ho-
spital bed until she got the letter and the bottle along with
it. Without hesitating once, she had chugged down the en-
tire thing and found herself in the forest. Madison is a nice
girl who can't stand being lied to or deceived. The girl has a
lot of potential and is brave to the point where she feels no
fear. She is honest with everyone but ever since she drank
from the bottle, she has started to be manipulative. The girl
is sarcastic and is completely filled with sassy remarks. Her
laughter though gets everyone calmed down and makes her
more charismatic and charming.
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name: tommy walsh
nickname: tommy
age: eighteen
gender: male
main trait: calm
power: hydrokenesis

▲▼APPEARENCE

hair: brown
eyes: chocolate
height: five foot ten
weight: one forty-one
build: athletic
skin: slight tan

▲▼PERSONALITY

good: charming, fun,
clever, friendly, loyal
bad: deceitful, hard
to read, vengeful
strength: resourceful
weakness: close combat

▲▼RELATIONS/OTHER

friends: tba
allies: tba
enemies: tba
weapon:tba
items: tba
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for someone who's about to die in three months, tommy's still pretty cheery about it. he's reassuring, calm, and positive, but in reality, he's trying to convince himself that it's all gonna be alright. more so, his presence is better for those around him. in truth, he is better off keeping himself alive then making an effort to kill anyone. but if the time comes, he excels in trapping and trickery, but heavily lacks the skill in close combat. although he is a bit deceitful to his allies, he is fiercely loyal to his friends.

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name ▶ erasmus silvers nickname ▶ raz
gender ▶ male age ▶ eighteen rank ▶ the teleporter

traits ▶ skittish, temperamental, quiet, self-sufficient,
loyal, detached, difficult

height ▶ 6 ft weight ▶ 153 lbs hair color ▶ blue eye color ▶ grey

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A relationship with Raz is always complicated, as it is practically a series of extremes. He can be downright moody for no apparent reason. He's possessive and jealous but on the other hand, he is extremely loyal. If he sees someone being picked on, he'll step in to help or say something. But what's unusual is that he's fairly quiet, otherwise. Raz prefers to be alone. He just doesn't ever seem to have the energy, the time, or the urge to want to talk with people. He finds it, for the most part, troublesome and tiring. Raz is always tired and if it's not obvious from the dark circles under his eyes, it's in his voice. His tone is constantly sleepy-sounding, as if he's just waking up. Mainly it's because of his insomnia problem, which he's had ever since he was little.

Raz has an excellent memory and combined with the inability to let things go, he can hold a grudge against someone who did him harm for quite some time, maybe even forever. In fact he rarely, if never, forgives and forgets. Fortunately, he doesn't just remember the pain people cause him. Any kind of selfless gesture done to Raz, and you will have gained his trust and respect which is extremely important to him. Normally he is very wary about trusting people. A person needs to gradually gain his trust and once the "trust tests" are complete he will love deeply and intensely, in a romantic way or not. His loyalty is endless and while he might not act like he's truly there, he is. This is because he presents a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world. But lying underneath is a tremendous power, extreme strength, and intense passion.

[diana.]

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nathaniel morrison
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nate, nathan
↓ age ↓
nineteen years old
↓ birth place ↓
russia
↓ main trait ↓
cautious
↓ g. traits ↓
reserved, quiet,
logical, adaptive
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overprotective,
cautious, closed off,
mysterious, sly, slow
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dirty blonde
↓ eye color ↓
light pale blue
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6 feet 2 inches
↓ weight ↓
231 pounds
↓ skin color ↓
golden tan
↓ modification ↓
wings tattoo
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regeneration
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aliza knew she was not going to be the one who survived all this.
how did she know? well, something happened.

it was two hours since she entered the forest. so far, the progress she had made amounted to a dagger, a chunk of pepper jack cheese and increased knowledge of the landscape. she had hoped to have at least found a reasonable site for her shelter or more materials to work with. she was rather disappointed. sure, the dagger was cool and could prove useful, but cheese. what could cheese do? it was food, yes, but she could just catch a rabbit or whatever. if she absolutely had to find food, it should of been something with carbohydrates. oh well, at least she liked pepper jack.

too busy moping to really pay attention to the land around her, aliza unknowingly walked to the edge of a steep hill. she only realized this fact when she took a step and her foot hit air instead of dirt, which caused her to lose her balance. she resisted the urge to scream; it would attract others. so she tumbled down the hill, receiving a nasty bruise when her back hit a rock. unfortunately for her, at the bottom of the fall waited a river. and on the banks of the river was gravel, lots and lots of gravel. and maybe a few pebbles to go with it. and, as we all know, gravel isn't a great cushion. probably the exact opposite of a great cushion.

she landed on her left side. as a result, her left shoulder, leg and wrist flared with a burning pain. her cheek didn't do so well either. using her right arm, aliza pushed herself up to assess the damage. her leg sported a five inch long gash that bled profusely. her wrist fared better; the wound was only two inches long and bleeding a lot less. she twisted it around a bit to test the severity. it felt painful, but better than she had expected. moving on, her cheek felt numb and wet. her shoulder, she couldn't see. but judging by the pain level, was pretty darn bad. her upper back ached but was minor compared to her other injuries.

if mom saw this, she would cry so much that she would make herself sick.

not one to give up, aliza gently flipped herself over to her right side and slowly dragged herself into the shade of a nearby willow tree. once there, she pawed the fallen leaves into a pile. the teen gingerly placed her injured leg onto the makeshift leafy bed, wincing. then, she used her power to pull the shadows cast by the tree around her, hoping to hide herself. maybe no one would find her until she could walk decently. and then she could start building something. beside a river was a nice place. free water. it probably wouldn't work, but a girl can dream, right?

now do you see how aliza knew she was going to lose?

[ＴＡＧＧＥＤ]． no one, she's open

[woodland]

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ｃａｌｍ ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｓｕｎｎｙ ｓｍｉｌｅ
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--ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ: by an oak tree.
--ＴＡＧＧＥＤ: no one.

--ＦＲＩＥＮＤＳ: justin.
--ＡＬＬＩＥＳ: leo, raz, nate.
--ＥＮＥＭＩＥＳ: matt, aliza.
--ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ: none.
--ＩＴＥＭＳ: blanket, ukulele.
--ＩＮＪＵＲＩＥＳ: none.
--ＨＥＡＬＴＨ:100%
--ＤＥＡＴＨＳ: zero.
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ｐｏｗｅｒ ｏｆ ｈｙｄｒｏｋｅｎｅｓｉｓ
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"ooo, another one!" tommy bent over, and scooped up a mushroom. it had a short little stump with a flat head that was as wide as his palm, white all all over except the brown little gills. briefly inspecting the little specimen, he figured it would be safe to eat and tossed it in his makeshift sack. at least he hoped it would be safe to eat, that's what he saw in a survivorman episode. he casually shuffled along the forest, keeping an eye out for more mushrooms. really, the forest was dotted everywhere with these little spores, tommy just didn't know much about distinguishing them with the exception of the field mushroom. in the first two hours of entering the o'connor woods, the guy found nine shrooms, and he most likely missed a bunch along the way. he even found a blanket just recently. though he would have preferred a weapon of some sort, he wasn't complaining. the blanket made a good makeshift sack-bag-tote-thing with a bit of folding here and there.

the timberland was fairly quiet. there was the usual birds chirping, breeze, trees. but not even the slightest little indication of people, civilization. "jeez, three months without a bite of pizza?" the thought as a bit bothersome. as a teen, he just about lived off of junk food with the exception dinner, which his mom still made for him. in addition, he was a terrible cook. tommy scratched at his head, doubtful he'll be content with eating roasted mushrooms for the rest of his short lived life. screw finding a weapon of some sort, he prayed he would just stumble on a cookie or something in the forest. or even better, a cheeseburger. he pondered at the idea of why he didn't bring anything useful before he entered the o'connor. like breath mints? how to cook in the wild book? guide to mushrooms? a knife? but if he thought ahead, would it all just disappear from his possession the moment he set foot into the forest? but then again, of all the things he brought with him, it was his ukulele, and it was still in the makeshift sack... maybe the stupid forest was taking pity on him.

as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky, tommy could feel the sweat starting to trickle down his neck on onto his t-shirt. he took it as an indication that he should probably settle in the shade for a bit. it was only gonna get hotter right? and in fact, it gradually did. the brunette planted a seat for himself at the base of a large oak tree. his back slouching on the dark, rough, bark, legs spread out, and set the tote down next to him. he exhaled a heavy sigh and pressed his hands onto the forest bed. cupping them together, he willed for any moisture in the ground to come to the palms of his hands. focusing for a moment, nothing happened. tommy waited for a couple more seconds, putting in a little more effort. what felt like forever (really just ten seconds), a clean pocket of water pooled into his grasp. he brought his hands to his face and slurped down the cool liquid that ran down his parched throat.

[solstice.]

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mood;; scared, nervous
status;; hungry but healthy
tagged;; tommy [from afar]

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perhaps going into some place blind wasn't the best of strategies. when most of the teens got their letters they probably did something, maybe pulled up a map of the forest, started preparing in some way, however justin had accepted his fate. he'd read the letter and chugged the small bottle but that was it, nothing more to his preparations. which is why only a few hours into this grand game that would most likely end in his death, he'd already gotten hungry, which proved to be something that slowed him down in searching frantically for supplies. so far he'd fared better than most having collected an axe and a pint of water, yet still no food.

wandering aimlessly now he'd been trapped in miles of thick trees, unable to see much of any light, most of the leaves soaking up the rays, every so now and then a few beams casting along the ground giving him enough to see clearly. it wasn't that it was dark, but it wasn't light either and at this point in time justin felt like some mouse in a meadow, just ready to be scooped up by some large bird. leaves crunched under his boots as he continued on, searching, looking for anything, and mostly praying that things would go okay, that maybe in some odd way he'd win and get to go back to his family. then again that was just a shot in the dark which only rang out in his giant chasm of a mind to bring some form of hope that things would be okay. slowly justin came to a stop, glancing around his surroundings that just slightly began to change up ahead. the trees were more spread out, it was more open ground in which he couldn't agree was the best thing for him right now. searching around, eyes scanning the area for anything... anyone... he came up with nothing, yanking his hood up over his head with a sigh. there's no way i'll ever make it through this. the words scrambled through his mind, taunting him in an ever lasting silence that could drive anyone insane.

as justin finally continued walking through the slightly more open area his nerves slowly began to relax, everything was going okay right? he hadn't seen anyone yet, nothing had hurt him, he had plenty of water, a weapon to defend himself. things were okay for now. reaching down for his small pint of water he lifted it up to his lips, gulping down two sips before once more capping it off to look around. eyes squinted he could just barely make out a figure leaning over the ground in the distance. panic rose in his throat and he slowly slipped to the left, hoping he'd be able to go around without the worry of being noticed at all. so long as he took a wide enough circle he could virtually go unnoticed, however there was no telling what would happen, this was some sick game to someone and honestly it reminded him of this series of movies he watched a few years back just to scare himself... saw. oh yes, how could he ever forget those movie induced nightmares with the creepy little guy asking, "wanna play a game?"

[aespa]

tiny as she is, kai isn't the most physical nor athletic person out there.
she had a small muscle built, however, she's so hopeless for anything sporty expect gymnastics.
"but does that count as a sport?" the dark headed girl asked her endless
thinking and wondering self. kai also isn't the very "aggressive" type,although even though
she doesn't even see it her self, she does. big time. as she made her way deeper into the forest,
the river bank softly sang down its path, sliding towards to the end. and at the very peak of
its ending life, a water fall roared in the distance. watching this scenery made kai smile.
the sounds of free falling water made her think her ordinary life back at queens.
unconsciously, she stepped forward into the river bank, snapping her back into reality
as icy cold water made contact with her very light brown skin. the very form of water
just makes kai smile whole heartedly, like a small child holding onto her favourite toy.
when that tingling feeling you get when you're first served the meal first. a whole hot
plate filled with potatoes, steak and --gurgle gurgle.
a very loud sound of the call of the food echoed through the forest.
the dark headed teenager stopped, mid way walking, with her hand softly rubbing her stomach.
wow she didn't even realise how long she didn't go on with out food.
"how long has it been?," the girl soft spokenly asked to who ever was watching her,
or even her self. a shy and embarrassing smile tugged onto her lips,
"who knows?" after minutes of silence. she couldn't take
it anymore, and just ended up answering her own question.
and on, she walked fort to the never ending forest.

as hard as it is, hunting for basic food isn't that very hard. however, i didn't say it was
easy to hunt for animals. the feeling of shooting an animal down for its resources makes
kai sick to the bone. mentally & emotionally. "what if you were the animal?"
you wouldn't want to be eaten right?" is what she would say to anyone doing that to a poor
creature. even to her self. kai's a full time vegetarian, so being tempted isn't her weakest point.
but if it does come to that conclusion where she needs to eat meat,
well, we need to find out then and not now. kai made her way through
the tough vines that were blocking her path. the only option
were to cut them, which she did. after apologising to the plant,
she left it behind with a small ribbon tied around the wounded area.
the teenager reached a bush with red berries, so taking one bite, she soon
devoured all. after all, that was her first satisfying meal.
and when you are satisfied, food coma is coming your
way.

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[ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｗｅ ａｌｌ ｇｅｔ ａｌｏｎｇ? ]
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ＴＨＥ ＦＥＥＬＳ: surprisingly happy
ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ: river bank

ＤＥＡＴＨＳ: 00
ＩＴＥＭ: none.
ＫＩＬＬ ＣＯＵＮＴ: 00

ＴＲＵＳＴ: raz, leo & justin
ＴＲＵＳＴ ＮＯ-ＯＮＥ: aliza
ＣＲＵＳＨ: none.
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[ｉｆ ｎｏｔ, ｔｈｅｎ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ.]

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allies aliza, tommy, kai, matt
enemies justin, madison, raz, nate
items box of matches, half a loaf of bread
weapons bow and twenty arrows, her power
death count 00 / kill count 00
location the willow at the river bank
tagged aliza black
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in retrospect, she should have done something to prepare for this. study the geography of o’connor forest, cram in as much survival training as she could, whatever. anything would have helped, really. and she’d always known that this — receiving the letter that would result her her disappearance, as it had with so many other teens — was a possibility, hadn’t she? but leo wasn’t known for thinking that far ahead. she’d read the words, thought, hey, this should be fun, and downed the contents of the bottle without batting an eyelash, as per her usual way of operating. now, you might think the moral of the story is to look before you leap. after all, it was her pitted against nine other kids, each of them desperately fighting for the chance to go home. what were the odds that it would be her who made it out of o’connor alive? but you could hardly teach such a lesson to the none-too-humble leonora durante, and that wasn’t the point of this little bit of exposition anyways. leo had ended up with the ability to create and manipulate fire, as she’d found out the hard way when she’d nearly created a wildfire in her part of the forest upon waking up. which was another way of saying, not half bad; she definitely stood a fighting chance, even if her powers were just as dangerous to her as they were to her enemies. certainly she wouldn’t have any trouble keeping herself warm at night, though at the moment she didn’t anticipate that being a problem; one hour of trekking through the woods and she was already covered in a sheen of light sweat thanks to the sweltering heat.
xoxoso far, she’d collected a bow and quiver in addition to a box of matches and half a loaf of bread. it was actually a rotten way to start the game. she had no idea how to shoot a bow, which were already primitive weapons in the first place; the matches were redundant considering the fact that she could, you know, create fire without them; and the bread wouldn’t last her the rest of the day, especially if she didn’t find a source of water to hydrate herself soon. what happens of you die from starvation or dehydration? do you still come back to life brand new? she swallowed, grimacing at the pain in her parched throat. maybe… maybe if she holed herself up somewhere safe and avoided all contact with the other teenagers, the number of times she starved to death would turn out to be smaller than the number of times they managed to kill each other. yeah, right; leo dismissed that strategy almost as soon as it had appeared in her mind. in the first place, there were too many variables that she couldn’t count on. who was to say the others wouldn’t notice the absence of one contestant and all come after her? what if their temporary invincibility didn’t extend to “natural” fates? anyhow, hiding wasn’t her style. leo didn’t fancy spending three months deliberately laying low; it would be a slow and painful way to go, and if she was going to die then she was going to go out with a bang each time. maybe even literally; she did have the power of pyrokinesis, why not take the opportunity to show off while she could?
xoxofirst things first, though: water. besides, leo didn’t intend to do very much dying. picking her way among the trees, she didn’t hear it until she stopped to retie her ponytail— very faint, but the unmistakable sound of running water. shifting her quiver of arrows to the other shoulder, the girl immediately began to jog towards what must be the river, heedless of the rest of her surroundings as her every sense honed in on the promise of water. and in her eagerness to quench her thirst, she didn’t notice the other presence until she’d finished drinking her fill. as before, it started as a niggle in her mind, a sense that she was missing something. instantly on the alert, leo turned around slowly, scanning the river bank up and down. she didn’t see anything out of place, it wasn’t like anybody was aiming a weapon at her so far as she could tell, but wait, there— that willow tree. narrowing her eyes, she tilted her head and studied it warily. beneath it was a mass of darkness too dense to be natural, and she wasn’t dumb enough to pretend that she was imagining things. heart pounding, she reached for an arrow only to remember the inconvenient fact that she didn’t know how to use it. instead, she held out her free hand, willing sparks to the surface. her control over her power was still shaky but lady luck must have decided to take pity on her because she succeeded in her aim, and a flame appeared in her palm.
xoxoand so, armed with nothing but what she had in her bare hands — or rather, her one “bare” hand — leo approached the willow. drawing ever closer to whatever lay wrapped in shadows there, she braced herself for the worst. were there going to be monsters in this arena? she sure as hell hoped not. but as her eyes adjusted to the shade, it became apparent that she needn’t have been afraid at all, this time at least. there was no monster waiting to pounce, just another girl, and an injured one as that. leo looked over her injuries with a sympathetic eye but made no move to help. two hours into this, and she’d already managed to get herself bruised and bloodied? probably not the strongest of allies she could have here, not that she had any first aid on her anyway. but leo wasn’t a monster, and she didn’t feel right just walking away. besides, she was a little curious about what had happened here. against everything her instincts of survival were screaming at her to do, she knelt on the grass opposite her new companion. “hi, I’m leo,” she said, almost conversationally, nodding to her. “looks like a nasty beating you took there. was it one of the others? or was it… something else?” she raised her eyebrows as she uttered the last sentence, dark eyes searching the girl’s face; clearly, leo was not yet over the possibility that there might be abominations running loose in o’connor.