Post by rach on Nov 13, 2011 0:29:54 GMT -5
MCCLAIN, ERIKA SOPHIE
Oceanic Flight 192 Ship Manifest - - - -
Ticket purchased for ERIKA SOPHIE MCCLAIN, at the age of NINETEEN.
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[/i][/b][/color][/font] Rach
How Did You Find Us?: Add hopping
Character Face-Claim: Ashley Benson
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CHARACTER VISION:[/b]. [/blockquote][/blockquote]The main thing I would like to develop in Erika over the course of this game is her level of maturity. Although she displays herself as a confidant, perfect, young woman, she, in fact, is just as flawed as everyone else. Erika needs to learn how to embrace her flaws, and use them to her advantage. She’s someone who needs to learn to stand up for herself, and pull her head out of the clouds. Being cut off from the world she knew, loved, and completely controlled, will definitely be a challenge that she will absolutely hate beyond description, and rebel against as much as she can, but in the long run, I’m positive it will be a good thing for her.
It would be fun to play a character who has never even remotely thought to herself, what would I do if I were stuck on a desert island? I would love to bring the sweet and spoiled, boy-crazy teen down to reality and end up a better person for it. Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ll make her arrive at this point right away, it would be so much fun to develop this slowly, working off relationships with the other castaways.
Personally, I chose Erika because I can identify with her. I, myself, am a young woman in college, though I’ve always had the opposite problem. I’m not the popular, pretty girl, who has every boy wrapped around her little finger, though often, I wish I was. It would be fun to put myself into someone else’s shoes for a while, and see where it leads me. But, I’m also very similar. I’m young, mostly optimistic, and sweet, and I’ve definitely been spoiled all my life. I know what it’s like to feel pressure to succeed from my parents, and I know what it feels like to let them down.
'WHO'S WHO?' BLURB:
Meet Erika Sophie McClain. Looks, smarts, popularity, Erika had everything going for her back home in Boston. Finally making it into the school her parents dreamed of as a nursing student, Erika was on her way to being her parent’s dream child. Of course, that doesn’t mean she was her dream self. If it were up to her, she’d be at art school, but that just wasn’t in the cards for her. Well, neither was this plane crash, but she’s here, and trying to survive to the best of her abilities.
WRITTEN AUDITION:
The first thing she could hear were screams. Then, crackling fire. She could smell smoke. She could...see smoke.
Well, sort of anyway.
Erkia McClain just barely opened her eyes to a scene she wished immediately she had never seen. There was scrap metal everywhere from the plane. Sections of the aircraft she had just been pleasantly flying on, sipping a ginger ale while browsing sky mall for the latest in useless merchandise, were on fire, and collapsing in on itself. She shut her eyes for a moment again, moaning with pain as she suddenly began to feel.
She must have suffered some sort of concussion. She wiggled her fingers and toes to make sure they were still ten of each. But, what was that she felt underneath her... sand...? She opened her eyes again, to the extent she could open them, which was much more of an effort than it should be, to see a perfect blue ocean spread out before her. In any other situation, she would have been ecstatic to see such a sight, but right now, right here, the ocean was the last thing she wanted to see. Ocean meant island, like all those thriller movies you paid way too much to see where a bunch of kids are stranded forever on a tiny spit of land, and end up eating each other and stuff. Erika did not particularly feel like eating anyone at the moment, or, like, ever.
She tried to get up, really, she did, but her limbs just weren’t paying any attention to what her brain was telling them to do. Desperately pushing against the sand, she ended up just sinking a little. Alright. So, she was too weak to get up, probably from being thrown out of a hurdling plane onto a beach. Maybe a few broken ribs, oviously some large sort of gash on her leg, since she looked down and saw more blood than should be there for just a little wound. Okay, she could accept that. She was training to be a nurse after all, she could probably get herself back together, if she could ever force herself to get up. Pushing against the persistently shifting sand, she rolled over onto her back, moaning again from the pain.
Immediately after closing her eyes again, they shot open, as the shouts of a man became louder and louder, until she heard, and saw, the very man dragging a wounded person towards her. So, there were other survivors. Okay, obviously there were since the first thing she heard was screams, but hey, her mind was a little slow today. She had just crash landed on an island, after all. She tried to speak to the man, who had just laid down in exhaustion beside her, but all that came out were a few coughs. Ugh. This was going to be more difficult than she imagined.
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