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ashley‌ brown !

ashley wasn’t sure she’d ever get over what had happened on blackwood mountain. the guilt of participating in a cruel prank, no matter how minimal, had stuck with her through the years. now, with the added trauma of josh’s sick pranks on her and chris and the wendigos, she was left even more of an anxious mess than she had been before. she stayed up into the late hours of the morning most of the time, reading whatever books she could get her hands on until she eventually passed out, only to wake up yelling hours later. tonight had been no different – she’d woken up crying again with her heart feeling as if it were about to pound right out of her chest. she pulls herself from her bed and ultimately decides to head out for a walk to attempt to clear her head before she went back to bed. 

the loud crash startles her, only her reaction was to start running as far as she could from the sound, leading her right to chris. it only takes her a moment before she realizes who she’s staring at. “chris!” she practically shrieks, falling to the ground in front of him and placing her hand on top of his shoulder. “chris, it’s me–it’s ashley– you’re okay, we’re okay,” she says through tears, attempting to calm him down from what she presumed was a panic attack. “hey, hey, c’mon, just… focus on me, okay? breathe with me.” she says before she began taking deep breaths in and out, hoping he would start copying her to calm down.

chris hears ashley's voice,  and a part of him cries out,  wants to say something,  but he can't,  his teeth is grinding,  keeping his mouth shut. he feels sick, feels like he's dying more than all those times he almost did.   he sobs,  pained.   is she really there  ?   or is it just his brain trying to be kind to him before he flashes back to reality only for her to not be here and for him to be alone  ?   he doesn't know,   but he feels something on his shoulder,  a soft pressure that takes him a few moments to realise is a hand.   he tries to focus on it,  on the ground beneath him,  the inflections of her voice.   it feels like he's under water,  and it isn't until he heaves a breath in that he feels like he broke the surface,  lungs trying desperately to keep oxygen in them.

his entire body feels like it's drenched in sweat,  but he's so cold that he doesn't know if it's sweat or if it's tears.   he doesn't know if he could tell the difference,  too busy trembling like a leaf.   he wheezes a little,  “  ash --  ”   his vision is blurry,  doubling,  but it's clearing,  and he watches her breathe for a moments before he realises he's mimicking her,  breathing deeper.   there's still a ringing in his ears as he reaches a shaky hand to rest on top of the one on his shoulder. why can't he snap out of this  ?   how long has he been without control of his body  ?   “  ashley --  ”  he exhales,  her presence a relief in this doom.   he still feels so tense,  like a live wire,  but he's slowly regaining consciousness,  and now embarrassment,  despair,  humiliation rolls off him in waves.   “  wh-- what happened --  ”  he chokes out,  voice hoarse as if he's been screaming.

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p‌eter parker !

peter didn’t think he’d ever needed a break more than he had now. it’d taken a lot for him – for spider-man – to leave new york, but he knew all too well just how long overdue it was. he’d been struggling for months to keep his head above water with all that had happened, all he’d went through, all he’d lost. may’s death had just pushed him to the breaking point. with someone he trusted looking over the feast center, and miles to watch over new york, he felt confident in knowing things would be looked after while he was gone. 

book in hand, he walks down the beach shore, completely invested in the story he’d picked up to the point where he’d forgotten that, hey, he wasn’t the only person on this island and he should definitely watch where he was going. it wasn’t like his spider-sense was going to warn him about a tire coming his way. still, it didn’t hurt him – just startled him as his book snaps shut and he quickly looks up at the person who’d spoken out. it only took him a matter of seconds to realize it was harry as his eyes widen and he struggles to find the words to say for a second. “h– harry?” he finally manages, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. “you’re– you’re–,” he stammers, trailing off as he has to debate whether to say ‘here’, ‘okay’ or ‘alive’. still, a smile falls across his features upon seeing his best friend.

harry’s eyes flit up from the person’s leg to a very familiar face.   if harry had been holding something…   well.   he’d definitely have dropped it at just the sight of peter parker in noelani.   after everything,  seeing peter almost doesn’t feel real.   almost.   because he’d recognise him anywhere.   there’s not a universe,  harry thinks,  where he wouldn’t have.   even as his body betrayed him,  even when his mind began leaving him,  he would never forget his best friend.   it still hurts,  thinking about how he lied to him  and mj  --   lies of omission  --   but...   

part of him can't be sorry for it.   won’t be sorry.   isn't sorry.   and he tries desperately to justify his lying  --   he couldn't let them go through what he did with his mom,  watching her die was worse than the dying  --   but it aches.   it hurts.   he knows how close he got to dying,  accepted it,  but now...   looking at peter again  ?   he's got scenarios running through his head:  one day harry's alive and living it up in europe;  and the next day,  peter finds out that he's dead.   tears wind up in his vision because of course they do,  and harry braves a smile,  tries to pretend like this is a natural reaction had he been in europe and not in a medically induced coma.   “  hey pete,  ”  he greets,  a huff of laughter escaping him as he walks over.   he reaches over and wraps his arms around peter,  hugging him,  trying to pretend as if it's not taking everything in him to not cry from how much he's missed him,  feels like it's been years and not months.   “  i didn't realise prosthetic technology work lets you take vacation,  ”  he teases lightly,  remembering how much of a mentor dr. octavius had been for peter.   he would never have anticipated to see peter out of new york,  but stranger things have happened.

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b‌ucky barnes !

Originally posted by mcu-marvel-comics

A small sigh escaped his lips, as Bucky ran a hand through is hair. Sitting at the edge of the lake, and watching the water for a moment. It was strange being in this new place, but he could become accustomed to it. Blue grey eyes, looked up hearing someone approach him. 

chris hadn’t meant to startle the other male,  but he had wanted to do a little fishing today.   usually,  he sticks to catching butterflies,  but he saw that the museum didn’t have a killifish yet.   he’d thought since it was april,  he could try his luck.   when he realises his movement must have surprised the other male sitting at the lake,  he offers a tiny apologetic smile,  “  uh, sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you.  ”

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touya todoroki !

honestly dabi couldn’t say he had thought through the entire concept of living on an island this with a bunch of random people.. or you know, considered the fact he really didn’t like the sea and he definitely wasn’t used to seeing daylight like this. he was a night owl. for some reasons villains only did shit at night and now it just left him way too tired during the day. amazing. which is probably why he’s on his third coffee, looking way too grumpy and irritable. that being said, turning to catch someone staring at his shoulder where a pretty little white snake was settled happily, that had him rolling his eyes tiredly.

“she doesn’t bite, if that’s what you’re thinking.“ he huffs out, almost downing the coffee in his hand. “i don’ either, if it’s me you’re starin’ at. most of the time, anyway.“ well he was far from harmless, after all. he had the look of someone that would sooner punch you than smile. or so he’d been told.

harry loves how bright the island is.   the mayor worked tirelessly to create a colourful home for everyone,  and they savour the fresh air in their lungs.   it helps,  of course,  that they can actually go out to enjoy the sights of noelani.   had they come prior to their full healing,  they wouldn't have had the luxury,  anyways,  to enjoy the island in full.   with how things are now,  they can walk without tiring in minutes;   they can plant for hours on end.   a complete restart.   so life has been...   good.   better than harry could have ever dreamed.   they're so lost in thought that they don't realise they've been staring at a small snake resting on a man's shoulder.   for a brief second,  they feel a tad envious,  really;   mainly because they never really got to have a pet growing up.   now that they think about it...   maybe now they could.

they're just about to look away and attempt to pretend that they hadn't stared,  but instead:   they wince a little when the man speaks out.    harry shakes their head,  “  that wasn't what i was afraid of...   and i hadn't meant to stare.   sorry,  i didn't mean to offend you at all  !  ”   they gesture,  albeit a little vaguely,  but they're sure he'll understand,   “  she's lovely.  ”

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chloe price‌ !

chloe was confused by the pile of garbage, even if it reminded her of a miniature version of american rust. it was one of the few things she missed about home; the old junkyard that became her open-world bedroom. it caused a pang in her chest of borderline nostalgia; of missing something that once was. 

“are you making a scrapyard on the beach?”

she asked, voice filled with sarcasm as she kicked the tire back towards the pile. she noted the pole, the position in the sand that showed that the guy had been there for at least a minute. shrugging, she walked closer to it. 

“seems like you’ve still got a way to go, dude.”

harry’s brows furrow.   a scrapyard  ?   he glances back at his pile,  and well...   okay,  he can kind of see it.   but still.   he’ll definitely collect all of this before he goes.   maybe he can put them in the recycling bin in resident services.   or maybe people won’t really like that.   no matter,  he’ll figure out something to do with them.

“  uh,  sorry,  no.   i’ve just been trying to fish out all the trash in the ocean.  ”

yikes.   well saying it out loud like that feels just a bit foolish.   naive  ?   maybe  ?   still,  harry convinces himself,  someone’s gotta do it.  and if that has to be harry osborn,  well.   so be it,  he guesses.   besides,  he’s done a lot weirder things than this.   like...   caring about the pigeons of new york kind of weird.   so all in all,  this is like.   not the weirdest thing he could be caught doing.

“  there’s almost as much empty cans in the ocean as sea bass...   well.   almost.  ”

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juno !

“I suppose you’re right, but without budgeting people won’t want to be a part of a production. It’s like … an endless cycle of sadness.” Juno frowned a little, taking a seat from across the other and setting her folder aside. “And as much as I love dancing, I’m not conducting some flash-mob dance to get everyone’s attention. I’d be the laughing-stock of Noelani.”

harry listens,  sympathetically,  thinking of an idea.   “  hmm...   maybe we could throw a tiny production  ?   nothing major,  it could even just be a couple of people putting on a song or two to help inspire others  ?   it might even help with getting more involved in the community theatre itself,  ”  he offers,  before scrunching his nose,  “  yeah,  a flash mob might be an acquired taste.  ”

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all things considered,  chris has been doing a lot better than he used to be.   he’s long since stopped flinching at even the slightest of movements in the corners of his eyes.   he’s no longer startling awake,  throat hoarse from screaming.   most of it is over,  he thinks,  most days.   a blessing,  that is.   but then there are days where he can’t even get out of bed.   those days...   he forces himself to.   it’s the benefit of noelani,  he supposes.  in canada,   he wouldn’t care.   he distanced himself from everyone else,  and no one was willing to stop him.   here...   well,  it’s not exactly that he has someone stopping him.   no one is,  yet again.   but that’s the point of him being here.   trying to heal on his own and actually heal this time.   forcing himself to put himself back together,  into a semblance of a person.

he’s just trying to catch an emperor butterfly,  the blue wings flapping near him,  and it’s right as he’s got his net around it that he’s broken from the fixation at the sound of a loud,  sharp crash.   “  fuck  --  ”  he gasps,  a desperate,  heaving sound.   associations are a cruel vice,  thinks about heavy metal in his hand,  a hot barrel pointed at his own neck.   he doesn’t realising he’s repeating the curse word,  he can only hope that there aren’t any small children with easily offended parents nearby. 

he takes another sharp intake of breath,  trying to steady himself.   what a mess,  a public disaster of a kid.   there are too many people around that he can’t focus on a singular presence near him,  but that’s just as well,  as he slowly sinks to the ground.

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keigo takami !

So maybe Hawks relied a little too much on his wings but sue him. Anyone who had been born with hundreds of what were essentially extra digits on their back would use them to their advantage. Why shouldn’t he send away a feather to go close a door or carry bag or pick up his keys like it was doing right now? A little red blur carving through the air the second he realised he’d dropped them around the corner. Not thinking much about it until the feather vibrated and he realised he was seconds away from hitting, stabbing, someone with the thing. Having it move far too quickly to the send before hitting it’s intended target and not an actual person. 

“Sorry,” His head peeking around the corner with a bright smile. “Didn’t mean to nearly hit you there, wasn’t paying attention.” The crimson feather looping for a second before depositing the keys in his open palm and whisking away behind his back as if it was nothing.

chris is exhausted,  but for once:   not due to lack of sleep.  he never used to enjoy physical labor.   but without it,  his brain won't...   shut down.   being on an island where he can throw himself into catching bugs for hours or crafting an entire room’s worth of furniture has it’s perks,  unorthodox as they may be.   he can tired himself out to the point where he doesn't have to think.   full throttle  --   no thoughts,  head empty.   it’s probably better this way,  anyways,  because the thoughts he does have are ones he wish he could wipe away.   --   who needs therapy when you have an island to fixate upon  ?  --   however,  that does come with its downsides.   for example:   him not paying attention to where he's going.   he doesn’t even see the flash of red until it’s just that,  a flash,  as it flits past him.

he shakes his head,  returning the bright smile with a slightly muted one of his own.   “  hey,  no worries,  ”   he rubs the back of his neck,  absentmindedly,  “  i wasn’t paying attention either.   no harm done.  ”   the wings are...   obviously a lot for him to process.   of course,  but he bites his tongue.   not the weirdest thing he’s seen. 

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chloe price !

really, having to leave her truck behind should’ve been her first clue that maybe everything on this island wasn’t all that it made out to be. sure, she was all gung-ho about it when she heard about it; a way to get away from the states and to actually thrive after everything happened back home. but now?

well now she was just bored. 

she was left to wander the pathways, “taking in nature” as max put it, but really – she was just annoyed by all the damn bugs. bees were fine, but the other bugs? no heckin’ way. 

“yo – do you know what there is to do around here?” 

chris had assumed he’d tire of island life faster,  expected the small space of the island to feel stifling,  but he figures that a plus is the fact that his phone actually works here in noelani.   so it really could be worse.   after all,  the only thing he has to really worry about here are tarantulas,  anyways. 

to be fair,  he thinks the reason he’s surviving is because of how mundane life is.   there’s only so much excitement one can have in a lifetime,  he guesses.   he’s not the main character in a novel,  his storyline can close after one traumatic event.   and what a luxury that is.

he’s just minding his own business,  having just caught a wasp when he hears a girl talking to him. 

chris shrugs,  a tad helplessly,  “  you could craft some stuff...   and,  well.   there’s always fishing or planting.  ”   he,  himself,  has still a far way to go before he can pay for the extension on his house. 

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max caulfield !

Max had the entire shot set up perfectly; the coastline was starting to curve as the sun set slowly and the golden hour had begun. She didn’t have a reason to continue to build up her portfolio aside from attempting to photograph her way into art museums, but it wasn’t about the portfolio anymore, it was about enjoying herself.

That’s what she came to Noelani to do. To enjoy herself.

She felt an unfortunate swell of anxiety though as someone stepped into frame, she could easily just ask the stranger to move, but instead, she shifted over slightly, snapping the photo quickly. Unfortunately for her; her flash was on. Now, her shot was ruined, and her cover blown.

“Man, are you cereal right now?” She mumbled to herself, hoping the other wasn’t paying attention.

for a while,  after the fallout,  chris had gotten swept up in the media nightmare of the mountain.   people suddenly seemed to care what a nineteen year old nobody nerd was doing just because he had claimed that he had seen antler-wearing demons,  nearly got killed by them.   had his golden fifteen minutes of fame as they say,  where news media would stalk him at his home.

perhaps that is yet another reason why he moved to noelani.   just another way for him to escape the mountain,  and the storm it had left in his life.

but everything reminds him of the mountain  --   from the minute he wakes up,  to the minute he closes his eyes.   he sighs,  scrubbing at his face.   it's only when he sees a flash of light,  he flinches.

turning to the source of the light,  he sees a girl and a camera.   he's not so self-absorbed to assume that the girl had meant to take a picture of him.   if anything,  he’s embarrassed that he had been so out of it that a flash of light was enough to cause his heart racing.   calling out,  instead,  “  hey, uh... sorry if i was in your shot  !   i can move,  if you’d like.  ”

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prompto argentum !

prompto really didn’t like seeing people hurt, and he definitely didn’t like just standing by and watching it happen without even trying to do anything. so naturally he’d stepped in. even if his help was unneeded, which it seemed to be given the words spoken back to him, at least he’d done something and usually people were pretty grateful that! most of the time anyway. he’s ready to tell the other to be a little more careful on the uneven ground as well, before he’s laughing a little at his sudden reaction to the potion. “a potion! it’s for healing. like wounds and stuff. for smaller scrapes in a concentrated area you can just drizzle it over and stuff, but when you’re whole body is getting pretty messed up you just crush it in your hand and.. good as new! great stuff.” prompto laughed, letting the potion vanish again in a spark of blue light, like a crystal really, before it was completely gone. 

chris doesn't mean to be curt or short.   he'd lost a lot about himself on that mountain,  full stability in his legs and lack of any social efforts included.   he's just...   not good at taking care of himself.   perhaps if he had been better at it,  he wouldn't have come to noelani in the first place.   regardless,  he's here.   staring in badly concealed surprise even as the male explains what the glowing item was.   “  a potion...   ?  ”   like from a video game  ?   maybe he really had hit his head.   he's pretty sure potions aren't...   real.   then again,  that's what he thought about myths of wendigos,  but look what he knew about the world.   clearly,  he'll just have to nod and act as if potions are real.   okay.   he can do that.   “  oh.   i see.  ”   he answers,  as if any of what prompto has said has sunk past skepticism.   not the first time he's pretended like the world wasn't any less weird than it was.   he gestures to the way the potion is no longer there,  dissipating in a shimmering light,  “  that's,  uh...   a cool magic trick.  ”   he numbly realises he's still on the ground,  trying to push himself up.

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some of harry’s fondest memories are of his mother talking to him about her work.   those research stations were the one thing that harry contested his father on,  in an effort to keep his mom’s legacy alive  --   only for him to fall too ill to take care of them.   he can only hope that they were being taken care of in his absence.

he’s been thinking of ways to deal with the pollution and trash that he fishes up every now and then,  the rare boot or tire.   it’s saddening to see,  really;   but the project itself is similar to the one his mother started,  plans to figure out a bacteria that could dissolve plastic.   although it wouldn’t be much help against the empty cans,  unfortunately.

so for now,  he fishes out another empty can,  letting out a tiny sigh,  before he tosses it into the increasing mountain of trash.   the action moves the polluted pile as a lone tire rolls knocking into someone’s leg as harry winces,  putting down his fishing pole,  standing to go gather the rogue trash,  “  oh no  --   i’m sorry about that  !  ”

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natasha romanoff !

natasha had always wanted to escape her old life. the darkness that tainted her would always sit upon her shoulders; but at least here - at least in this new location, on this ‘mysterious’ isle and small town of noelani - had made things far easier for her to temporarily forget. she stood in front of one of the larger aquariums in the museum, having found the building to be her new solace when she spotted someone on the other side watching her.

disappearing around the corner, the former assassin emerged quietly behind them. “admiring the fish or are you just here to people watch?”

harry’s adjusting to life in noelani better than they expected.   it’s truly odd,  considering how chaotic everything’s been since they woke up.   after all,  it’s not easy to go from slowly dying to happy recovery.   one would think that their body wouldn’t have been able to take the stress,  but alas.   that’s what being in noelani is for:   to focus solely on healing and nothing else.   they sigh,  ignoring the fleeting boredom,  glancing around instead for a new subject to draw,  eyes stopping at a woman from across the room,  something about her looking vaguely familiar.   as if they had seen someone with her features before,  but not in person  ?   maybe on the plane here  ?   they had no clue. 

they startle though, having not even realised the woman left their line of sight, not even realising their was a presence behind them at all.   “  oh  !  ”   they gesture to their sketchbook,  a mixture of fluid and detailed fish and bystanders splashed on the pages in varying coloured pencils,   “  a bit of both,  really.   i’m trying to get better at drawing from life,  ”   they explain,  sheepishly.

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juno !

“Sorry I’m late! I didn’t think trying to convince the mayor to give the community theater more of a budget was going to take so long,” Juno laughed nervously, approaching the table and holding a manila folder to her chest, “I still don’t have a clear answer which sucks, but I get it. Running a whole town must be hard; especially when you have an overenthusiastic theater girl knocking on your door.”

harry startles slightly,  having just been flicking through a book,  but a smile is on his features when he looks up at her.   he shakes his head,  reassuringly,  “  no worries  !   you’re okay.  ”   he hadn’t been waiting all too long,  anyways.   “  maybe there just needs to be open interest in it first  ?   i’m sure they’ll come around if others in the community want it.  ”   he’d been lucky that when he’d asked about conducting his research in noelani,  he had gotten the green light.

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prompto argentum !

“oh hey– woah there..“ prompto called out, a little bit of panic, concern even, slipping over the blonde boys face as he jogged over to where he’d seen the other fall. the ground was pretty uneven up here after all, but it was a damn nice place to take some shots of the sky. it just wasn’t the easiest to navigate on foot, he supposed. “well that didn’t look fun. if you’re scraped up or hurt, i could help if you want?“ prompto offered almost gently, a potion ( or well blue glowing bottle he supposed to anyone unaware ) appearing in his hand a moment later.

chris usually isn’t that clumsy,  but his foot had caught onto one of the rocks,  and well...   the strength in his leg just wasn’t what it used to be.   he forgot about it,  he supposes,  that moving around as he used to wasn’t going to be possible.   not anymore.   he hadn’t healed right after the mountain,  and he had suffered for that.   he raises a hand instinctively to push at his nose bridge where glasses used to lie,  not quite shaking off the familiar habit.   a tiny crooked smile in return, just a quirk of lips,  really,  at the man who comes over to him,  “  nah,  i’ll be fine.  just tripped  --  ” his eyes dart to his hand where a blue bottle is held.   no,  that couldn’t have just magically appeared...   he probably just hit his head --   “  what’s that  ?  ”

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noctis ‌lucis caelum !

Coming to the island had been both a challenge and a getaway in itself. On one hand, it was nice to simply sit by the shore and listen to the sound of the waves crashing against the sand. Even watching waves with their little white hands reaching for your toes proved to be nice; but as someone who was driven to be greatly productive throughout the day, he never allowed himself to bask in a calm ambiance for too long.

“Is this yours?”

harry will admit that being in noelani might actually be good for them.   they used to think that they’d never want to leave home,  but there’s something about the serenity of sweeping waves and whistling wind that’s...   peaceful.   it’s a far cry away from the honking and complaints ringing from the streets of new york at least.   while they had disagreed with their dad upon waking up, they think maybe leaving really was the best for them.   they’re so caught up in walking the shoreline that they don’t realise someone’s speaking.

“  oh  ?   sorry,  is what mine  ?  ”

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“  my mind is fried.   i don’t even trust what i’ve been seeing.  ”

╰ ˚ꕤ. —   Holy Cow  !   Did you just see CHRISTOPHER “CHRIS” HARTLEY from UNTIL DAWN  ?   You know,  I’ve heard that that he’s a NINETEEN YEAR OLD CIS MALE.   He tend to be PROTECTIVE but can totally be DISHONEST  —   Gah,  I hope they enjoy their stay in Noelani  !   [  ROSS LYNCH / ARIA / 22 / PST  ]

BASICS →

legal name: chistopher hartley. alias(s)/nicknames: chris. cochise.  date of birth: october 14, 2000.  age: nineteen. zodiac: libra. place of birth: alberta, canada. ethnicity: full white. gender: cis male (he/him). blood type: b positive. orientation: bisexual. fluency: english - fluent. education: high school graduate, university student. occupation: student & programmer. fandom: until dawn.

VISUAL →

faceclaim: ross lynch. hair colour: blonde/brunette. eye colour: blue. height: 5'9″. weight: 75 kgs (165 lbs). build: lean. style: plaid. also, a lot of layers, he gets super cold easily, so he’ll wear jackets on top of sweaters & sweatshirts if he has to just to be warm. mostly, he wears a lot of graphic tees, especially in the warmer months. he likes science pun shirts. he also wears a lot of denim. notable traits: grey rectangular glasses, he doesn’t wear them as much anymore, since he invested in contacts after the events of until dawn.

HEALTH →

physical health: permanent limp, but otherwise healthy. mental health: (untreated) severe post traumatic stress disorder. severe anxiety. emotional stability: so far so good. allergies: shellfish.

PERSONALITY →

strengths: methodical, protective, humorous, charitable, funny, curious, witty, affable, analytical, loyal. weaknesses: nerdy, hesitant, doubtful, not very brave, selectively dishonest, not easily romantic, technology dependent. goals/desires: to be good enough. to protect those he cares for. fears: strongly afraid of failure. hobbies: video games, programming, hanging out with friends. quirks: rocking back & forth, fidgeting. likes: his friends, helping people, app design, programming, exploring / adventuring, technology. dislikes: betrayals, bad pranks … wendigos.

TESTS →

moral alignment: lawful good. enneagram: achiever. temperament: sanguine. myers-briggs: infp; the mediator.

BIOGRAPHY →

for further explanation of until dawn, just lmk, but ! here are just the choices for him. i’m going with the all survivor run.

chris doesn't shoot the squirrel, chris worries about josh, chris agrees with josh about ashley (on both occasions), chris was confident when talking to ashley, chris is friendly to matt, chris chose to save ashley, chris doesn't shoot ashley (shooting himself), chris scolds josh & is skeptical about him hurting jessica (but doesn't get aggressive), & chris disarms mike.

TAGS →

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