02-19-2018, 12:06 AM
Name: Connor O’Donnell
Age: 21
Height: 6’0
Weight: 209 lbs (Prior to Pregnancy) 230 lbs presently
Other Physical Descriptions: Athletic Build, Dark Brown Hair that alternates from being shaggy or cut short. He sports grayish-blue eyes and facial stubble that’s just a little thick but not quite to the point it blossoms into a beard for that matter. Caucasian with a slight rosen complexion. He often wears a bandanna on his head that had his football team’s logo. It’s faded, but the Red color is still there.
Pregnant so far: Yes
How Many (If yes): Quads at 5 months.
Are you: Passerby
Small Bio: Former football player that was traveling back for presumably the holidays with friends. His GPS picked up a better route to take, what he thought at least and so he drove right through Cape Ridley. Everything was a blur at that point.
It played out in his head over and over again. He tried to recall how he had gone from being energetic to just passing out at the wheel and that was only because he smelled a strange musk in the air. When he awoke in the hospital, all he had to show were a few minor injuries. It was from there he was told the most bizarre news. He was pregnant. Of course, he didn’t believe that and tried to leave like most. His car was wrecked among other things. No signal could be found on his phone and if he tried his hardest on his best days, this entire town was like a maze. Clearly, he never left and his time frame to do so was getting thinner. That was close to five months ago. Presently now, he was cradling a massive baby bump while sitting upstairs in his room. It was a halfway house for those without a means to afford a house or appartment and who would exactly? If they were like him, someone trapped in this town, staying was the last thing on their mind. The worst was what happened when the person finally gave birth. Either they simply vanished or they became fully disillusioned to the idea of bearing children to this mysterious anomaly. He and a few others were piecing together events however, looking for what could be the common source to all their problems. That’s what he was doing presently, reading glasses strapped on as he sat before a laptop on a desk, subconsciously rubbing his belly every now and then.
Age: 21
Height: 6’0
Weight: 209 lbs (Prior to Pregnancy) 230 lbs presently
Other Physical Descriptions: Athletic Build, Dark Brown Hair that alternates from being shaggy or cut short. He sports grayish-blue eyes and facial stubble that’s just a little thick but not quite to the point it blossoms into a beard for that matter. Caucasian with a slight rosen complexion. He often wears a bandanna on his head that had his football team’s logo. It’s faded, but the Red color is still there.
Pregnant so far: Yes
How Many (If yes): Quads at 5 months.
Are you: Passerby
Small Bio: Former football player that was traveling back for presumably the holidays with friends. His GPS picked up a better route to take, what he thought at least and so he drove right through Cape Ridley. Everything was a blur at that point.
It played out in his head over and over again. He tried to recall how he had gone from being energetic to just passing out at the wheel and that was only because he smelled a strange musk in the air. When he awoke in the hospital, all he had to show were a few minor injuries. It was from there he was told the most bizarre news. He was pregnant. Of course, he didn’t believe that and tried to leave like most. His car was wrecked among other things. No signal could be found on his phone and if he tried his hardest on his best days, this entire town was like a maze. Clearly, he never left and his time frame to do so was getting thinner. That was close to five months ago. Presently now, he was cradling a massive baby bump while sitting upstairs in his room. It was a halfway house for those without a means to afford a house or appartment and who would exactly? If they were like him, someone trapped in this town, staying was the last thing on their mind. The worst was what happened when the person finally gave birth. Either they simply vanished or they became fully disillusioned to the idea of bearing children to this mysterious anomaly. He and a few others were piecing together events however, looking for what could be the common source to all their problems. That’s what he was doing presently, reading glasses strapped on as he sat before a laptop on a desk, subconsciously rubbing his belly every now and then.