Fail ti
tle, but I already have a role-play called Shipwrecked. ._.

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For the lurkers: A cruise ship is traveling by the coast of an island unmarked on most maps. The ship ends up hitting a rock that didn't show up on radar (fail) and the people on the ship get thrown into the water. Only Jethro and Iris come out alive. o^o

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Wanting to follow the age on your bio. Bump ^^

I don't need the bio. Really just needed his age. xD
Want to start now or when you get your computer back because I already know Jethro, like you said. xD

Name | Irissa Rosen
Nickname(s) |Iris, Isis, or Ice
Age | 21
Gender |Female
Species | Human
Looks | Irissa has straight black hair where she's put teal streaks in her hair. The streaks aren't prominent, but you can tell they're there. Her face is extremely angular with a slightly upturned nose and almost pointed ears. Most would describe her as delicate looking, but her dark green eyes that border on being a mossy gray carry a piercing look. As for her body, Iris stands at about 5'5'' and the muscle on her legs and arms are less noticable, but you can tell she's fit.
Personality |Irissa is the type of person that is either liked or disliked upon first impression. Some see her sarcastic, sharp tongue as intensely irritating and others see it as a turn-on or as someone who is just plain fun to be around. Irissa loves to toy with other people and her humor tends to get a bit out of hand. Thus saying, she can make quite a few enemies with a mouthful of words. Along with her wit, Irissa is perfectly capable of physically taking care of herself.
History | New. o3o
Look Reference | New o3o

Ooc; Was forced over to a friend's house so I'll post now and don't worry about it. Sorry you got your ipod taken away. :c

Bic;

Irissa hadn't thought her life could have changed in such drastic ways; more than an hour ago, she'd been sitting on a luxurious cruise ship drinking a margarita. But she wasn't going to panic because panic led to the end of survival. No, she was going to be smart about this. Instead of wallowing in self pity at the turn of events, Iris snapped off a hair band from her wrist and tied her hair up in a high pony tail. A few of the shorter raven locks reached to touch her face, just barely brushing against her cheek.

She set her mossy green eyes out onto the beach before pushing herself up, black ballet flats a bit unstable in the sand. She slipped them off and let her toes dig through the sand as she scouted the beach. Her stomach squeezed just a bit as she passed a few unmoving bodies, and she couldn't bring herself to check their pulses.

With a deflated sigh, she dubbed herself the last survivor and headed back to the shore. She could just make out the wrecked cruise ship off a mile back; she'd walked the distance. The dangerous waves crashed against the rocks where the ship had wrecked and Irissa felt lightheaded as she remembered sliding off of the side and plunging into the water.

"Damn," she said to herself.

The smell of a nearby body was getting to her and no one was walking down the beach. Iris felt her stomach roll and she forced herself to her feet, pushing down the panic that was finally making itself a reality. She decided she liked being in shock better, and repeatedly had to tell herself to stay strong.

With a sigh, she forced herself to trudge across the beach, arms crossed against her chest in an attempt to keep her lunch down. Lunch; what did she even have for lunch? After a few moments of thinking, Iris finally brought the image of a shrimp cocktail into her mind. She continued to list off different places she'd been, different foods she'd eaten, to distract her. But she refused to think of family and friends she'd most likely never see again.

In the depths of her mind, Iris was oblivious to everything around her and she didn't realize the man--Jethro-- sitting on the beach. Her green eyes did capture his moving and upright form, though, and she paused to scatter her thoughts. She turned back to look at him, eyes disbelieving for a moment. The only thing she managed out was, "Oh, another person." She blinked.

Ooc; It's fine and I hate typing on the ipod so I understand. xD;

Ooc; lol, I don't think magical things would fit this rp. xD Just a normal deserted island, I guess.

Bic;

Once she got over her shock at seeing another live human being, she took in the man's appearance. Well, her eyes particularly focused on the whiskey bottle in his hand, and the first thing that popped into her mind was "He may be the only other survivor and I'm stuck with a moronic drunk?" His words made the grim line of her mouth dip down into a frown, and her eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, and it sure as hell ain't cupcake," she responded tartly. She crossed her arms over her chest and took a good, long look at the man holding the whiskey before speaking again. "I don't see anything wrong with you, except for the fact that you're drinking instead of keeping your head clear on a deserted island. That's about as professional I get," she responded.

"And it's Iris. Yours?"

Ooc; Backbreaking survival isn't enough? LOL I like stressing my characters out.

Bic;

"Good, because I'm not one to babysit some drunken idiot," she said and glanced down as lukewarm water swirled around her bare feet. She stepped back from the water, mentally taking in the sun's direction and attempting to remember where it had been before. Of course the tide was rising, but she'd like to know when and how fast.

She rolled her eyes as he bowed slightly to her, and she hesitated when she looked down at the hand he offered. If he was the only survivor--which she hoped he wasn't--she might as well attempt to make some form of acquaintance with him. With a sigh, she slapped her palm into his and shook it.

"Well, Jethro, you can sit here on the beach and get swallowed by the incoming tide, or you could help me get some sticks." With that, she turned from him and strutted off toward the lush rainforest that bordered the beach line. She paused and turned so her chin was resting on her shoulder to look at him. "And it's Iris. Not Cupcake. Iris."

Iris growled as he approached with that horrid nickname again, but she pursed her lips as she looked at him from the corner of her eye. "You got any other bright names besides that?" she said with a roll of her eyes and stopped abruptly to pick up a stick that she'd almost tripped over. She tore it from the few gnarled roots of healthy trees that had grown over it before wiping the hair from her eyes and straightening to peer up at Jethro again.

"I want to measure the tide and how fast it's going in and out," she said as she eyed another stick. She trudged over to that one, frowning when she stepped on a thorn, and bent to pick it up. She looked at the man again and gave him a wry smile. "You going to stand there all day or let the lady do all the work?"

Ooc; Not annoying at all. I was figuring because no one's been living there, the whole place is probably overgrown and plenty of wildlife and such has had time to really make the place spark. Paradise would sound like a good option, but maybe it could take the two a while to notice it. Oh and poisonous, dangerous plants are a must. And since it's like a jungle or something, maybe there should be some type of wildcat there. :o Or if you want Satan's crib, that's fine, too. |D

Bic;

She arched her brows at Jethro as he made the comment on her 'knowing what she was doing.' With a sigh, she bundled up the sticks she had managed to collect in one arm and shifted her weight onto that same hip, green eyes light to match a few of the fronds around them. "I think my survival skills are limited to common sense and whatever I've seen on tv," she said.

They hadn't come very far into the forest; she could still see the break of the sand among the treeline. She could hear the waves, too, and she headed toward the sound, walking on the toes of her right foot because of the thorn that had wedged itself into the sole of her foot. "You'll see," she said as she continued. She broke out onto the sand and immediately stuck one of the sticks into the sand so it stood upright.

She measured about a meter down from that one, and stuck another stick in the ground. Then another, and another. Finally, she turned to Jethro and outstretched one hand, fingers curling as she beckoned him to give her a stick. She looked back down at the water which was still more than a few paces away, and glanced back up at the sun.

Iris scratched the back of her head as she surveyed her work. She wiped the palms of her hands on her still slightly damp jeans and her nose twitched slightly as she looked at Jethro again. "I don't care if the sticks get knocked over. I'm going to see how long it takes the tide to rise about a yard, and see where it stops so we can possibly set up a shelter." She eyed him again, brows arched slightly.

"So now we sit and wait," she said as she placed a hand over her eyes so she could crane her neck back to look up at the sun. She blinked to rid a few sunspots from her eyes and walked back down to the last stick on the beach, closest to the forest. She hoped the tide didn't reach the forest itself; she really didn't want to have to leave the openness of the beach.

After she sat down, she looked up at Jethro. At least he'd stopped drinking for now. "So...Jethro. You said you were a detective?" she asked, not really wanting to bring up the ship or his family, or friends, or...life. Job seemed like a harmless enough thing.