11-26-2016, 03:48 AM
Name: Nixon Owens
Age: 24
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150 lbs
Bio: Nixon comes from a political savvy family on the east coast; he got his first name from the favorite president of his parents, funnily (or pathetically) enough. Despite his background and what he was supposed to become, Nixon has instead gone against his parents and delved into marine biology at school. He's been in college since he graduated high school and has similarly been on his own since. Other than participating on the school lacrosse team, Nixon isn't the body builder health guru. He's averagely athletic.
Description: Olive skin tone and short curly dark brown hair, complete with green eyes and glasses on days he's not playing lacrosse or doesn't want to wear contacts. His cheeks are freckled and he's built with a usual build, nothing particularly outstanding save for normal muscles that come with his sport and swimming.
Name: Za'kara
Age: Appears late 20's but has been around for a few hundred years
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 193 lbs
Bio: Za'kara is the second heir to a species called Akteh's. Akteh's have the lower half of a lion body but their top build is that of a human. Za'kara has never had any interest in taking the throne from his older brother despite it being tradition for any amount of siblings to dispute the chair. He partakes in the games, but punishment for his losers isn't the norm.
Description: Za'kara has brown skin and ebony colored hair situated messily atop his head, topped with the curled ears of lions. He adorns his human half with extravagant jeweled clothing while his lower half is commonly unclothed but riddled with ringlets and jewelry as well, the most noticeable being the pure gold chain wrapped about his waist and to the end of his tail. His eyes are a piercing feral gold and most people tend to make out his large incisors when he cracks a smile. He's muscular but most Akteh's are. He prefers mind games over physical challenges and could riddle someone for hours if they let him.
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Nixon had been expecting to lost many of the trials initially, and he'd sort of come to accept his fate stuck on this world even though he was still sure literally a newbie. But he'd surprised himself and had gone above and beyond - somehow - in his first couple of challenges. He'd been a bit too proud, and maybe it was a good thing that the other contenders had told him not to get too stoked or excited just yet. But really, it was hard not to when he won. He wasn't cocky, he was just... pumped. The faster he could get back home, the better. Half of these aliens probably didn't even know they were cutting into his research time back home. He had nothing to lose but a degree and a college education, which was actually everything so this whole thing was sort of important. Probably not as important as the reasonings of other contenders, but it seemed to be every man for himself here.
The merchant street wasn't somewhere Nixon liked to go but rather somewhere he had to go. He tried to get in and out as quickly as he was able, but occasionally he got distracted. Tonight the distraction took the form of his roommate, or cell mate - one of the two. "Oh, hey Sergio!" Nixon called out in greeting, picking up his pace to catch up to the other man. "If I'd known you were coming out here I would've asked you to get me stuff too." He gave a wry grin. "I hate coming here... I try to avoid it if I can, kind of like the local grocery stores."
Age: 24
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150 lbs
Bio: Nixon comes from a political savvy family on the east coast; he got his first name from the favorite president of his parents, funnily (or pathetically) enough. Despite his background and what he was supposed to become, Nixon has instead gone against his parents and delved into marine biology at school. He's been in college since he graduated high school and has similarly been on his own since. Other than participating on the school lacrosse team, Nixon isn't the body builder health guru. He's averagely athletic.
Description: Olive skin tone and short curly dark brown hair, complete with green eyes and glasses on days he's not playing lacrosse or doesn't want to wear contacts. His cheeks are freckled and he's built with a usual build, nothing particularly outstanding save for normal muscles that come with his sport and swimming.
Name: Za'kara
Age: Appears late 20's but has been around for a few hundred years
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 193 lbs
Bio: Za'kara is the second heir to a species called Akteh's. Akteh's have the lower half of a lion body but their top build is that of a human. Za'kara has never had any interest in taking the throne from his older brother despite it being tradition for any amount of siblings to dispute the chair. He partakes in the games, but punishment for his losers isn't the norm.
Description: Za'kara has brown skin and ebony colored hair situated messily atop his head, topped with the curled ears of lions. He adorns his human half with extravagant jeweled clothing while his lower half is commonly unclothed but riddled with ringlets and jewelry as well, the most noticeable being the pure gold chain wrapped about his waist and to the end of his tail. His eyes are a piercing feral gold and most people tend to make out his large incisors when he cracks a smile. He's muscular but most Akteh's are. He prefers mind games over physical challenges and could riddle someone for hours if they let him.
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Nixon had been expecting to lost many of the trials initially, and he'd sort of come to accept his fate stuck on this world even though he was still sure literally a newbie. But he'd surprised himself and had gone above and beyond - somehow - in his first couple of challenges. He'd been a bit too proud, and maybe it was a good thing that the other contenders had told him not to get too stoked or excited just yet. But really, it was hard not to when he won. He wasn't cocky, he was just... pumped. The faster he could get back home, the better. Half of these aliens probably didn't even know they were cutting into his research time back home. He had nothing to lose but a degree and a college education, which was actually everything so this whole thing was sort of important. Probably not as important as the reasonings of other contenders, but it seemed to be every man for himself here.
The merchant street wasn't somewhere Nixon liked to go but rather somewhere he had to go. He tried to get in and out as quickly as he was able, but occasionally he got distracted. Tonight the distraction took the form of his roommate, or cell mate - one of the two. "Oh, hey Sergio!" Nixon called out in greeting, picking up his pace to catch up to the other man. "If I'd known you were coming out here I would've asked you to get me stuff too." He gave a wry grin. "I hate coming here... I try to avoid it if I can, kind of like the local grocery stores."