[OOC] Oh, look, a shiny, shiny bandwagon.

[wrongkindofsith]

Just the ones on island.

Cara PB:Tabrett Bethell I'm faster than she is, and I have more endurance. I'm also better in a fight. If it weren't for me, everyone on this quest would be Shadrin food by now...I'm not boasting. Junior. Sixteen (stupid deaging curse). From the criminally cancelled show Legend of the Seeker. Comes from after a very slightly AU'ed version of the season two finale. Is snarky, blonde, violent, and less short than she thinks she is due to the fact that everyone where she comes from is ridiculously tall. Will cheerfully inform you about being a Mord'Sith. Somewhat less likely to mention that this involved little things like spending nearly two-thirds of her life as a professional torturer, or that Mord'Sith training methods involve being kidnapped as weetiny girlchildren, tortured, and manipulated into killing their own fathers. Sort of has more issues than a magazine rack as a result. Has a hint of an Australian accent when stressed. Unless otherwise stated or implied in narrative, is wearing a skintight, red leather bodysuit, with matching gloves and highly impractical boots. Can totally kick your arse while wearing that. Or nothing at all. Kind of in love with a big, dumb, alien farmboy. Also kind of flaily and deeply in denial about that. I mentioned the massive number of emotional issues, yes?

Calvin (& Hobbes) PB:Fran Kranz "CALVIN, PAY ATTENTION! Now, what state do you live in?" "Denial." Senior. Eighteen. From Bill Watterson's comic strip Calvin & Hobbes. Has something resembling an actual infopost here. Has hair that looks like he goes around sticking metal objects into power points. Usually wears a red and black-striped tee, black jeans/shorts (depending on the season) and purple chucks with extra layers as needed. On the shorter side of average and skinny enough to look even smaller. Has the metabolism of a hummingbird and the attention span of a gnat. As far as telepaths are concerned, is an open book. Written in Pig Latin by a dyslexic synesthete while on a paint fume bender. In crayon. Does not get girls in the slightest. Despite being strangely fascinated by them.

James Bond PB:Daniel Craig Hello. We're teachers on sabbatical and we've just won the lottery. Teacher. Fortyish. From the rebooted James Bond movie series. Comes from between the last two scenes of Casino Royale. Will get around to going though Quantum of Solace at some point. Really he will. Former British Naval officer, (Special Boat Service). Current MI6 operative. Will (possibly) tell you the former but probably not the latter. Has a recurring heating malfunction in his office that tends to result in random acts of shirtlessness. Woe. I suck at posting his office hours regularly so feel free to poke at me if you want facetime with him. Totally wears a suit better than his housemate. Is available for comforting platonic showerhugs.

Bron It was then I realised that somewhere along the line, I had managed to give people the mistaken impression I was actually competent. Uni student. Twenty-six. Australian. From a thousand odd miles south of weetinyreese. It's a big island. This makes for wacky availability, yes. Can be found on AIM as 'froggimusrex' or email at goddessofvengeance (at) gmail (dot) com Studying Games and Interactivity. Fear.