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After cleaning the majority of sand from his outfit Avery observed his surroundings seeing that the hotel wasn't too far away. "At least this place isn't completely deserted" he softly said to himself. The loud buzzing of an ATV caught Avery's attention. He looked over at the stranger seeing his arsenal of traps and weapons. Avery didn't know what to make of him as a friend or a threat. He weighed his options, took a breath and called out to the man "Hello there! I'm Avery, I don't know what this place is. I just woke up on the shore not too long ago." he swallowed before continuing "can you help me?". Avery waited nervously for the man to re

Amon's attention was caught by an individual. Maybe the shit head had a problem with the ATV? Maybe they're a tourist looking for directions? He just stared with a hard glance that was his resting bitch face and wait for the guy to start talking. Annnd there it was... Amon raised a brow keeping his arms crossed, saying in a neutral tone, "I forget the name of the place truth be told, but you're on an island indefinitely with a decent populace. Where you from?"

Name- Orchcash Bloodstone Race: Badland Orc (there are two variants I introduced here separate from what you got) Political Alliance- Fiercely loyal to the King and Queen, or in general the Royal Family within reason Age- 58 Personality- Orchcash is known for being serious and straight to the point, he wastes no time with trivial "childish" talk, however he isn't without understanding nor sympathy. He does his job with pride leading the Twilight Guard to be the best warriors in the royal court, and as such he's put much blood and sweat into rebuilding the respectable and feared company of protector's people know today. He

Amon had been riding along the paved and gravel roads on the ATV the Hotel Staff kept. One of several he should add, and of his own make had welded a small set of clips to keep a hunting bag containing a 30-O6 and another that had some ammo, a few traps traps and tools, and medical equipment. To his side holstered was a simple pistol and on the other a multi-tool and a machete with it. He donned a white t-shirt with blue jeans and boots, sporting a Texas Longhorns ballcap backward. Though it may seem excessive Amon was geared up for a worse case scenario and, "Just in case." And with their permission, and as part of his job, Amon patrol

Name: Avery Age: 19 Gender: Male Species: Human Origin: Avery is a fairly average boy from Tampa Florida. He was working as a waiter on a ship, where he would serve rather wealthy clients on pleasure cruises. He's used to people getting a little too handsy since both male and female clients were permitted to touch him however they wished, it was part of the job and it paid well. The ship was unexpectedly surrounded by a storm. Avery was thrown from the ship into the chaotic ocean. He woke up and found himself washed up on the shore of Sweet Treat Island. Height: 5'6" Weight: 130lvs Eye Colour: White