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Jin Kang

Full name: Kang Hyun-Jin (강현진) Nickname(s): Jin (preferred over his full name) Age: 35  Date of birth: 19th April, 1990 Power: Hexmaking Faceclaim: Choi Seung hyun

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Zodiac: Aries-Taurus Cusp. (Capricorn Moon, Scorpio Rising)  Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual, no preference. Height: 6'1’’ Previous occupation: DJ and sound designer. Languages: Korean (native), English (fluent)  Hometown: Seoul, South Korea Siblings: One older sister.  MBTI: ISTP - The Virtuoso

BACKGROUND

Jin was born into structure, money, manners, and tradition, but was always more interested in a more artistic approach to life. The static between the notes, the hum under the silence - he found his language in art galleries, the firmness of a vinyl, and in late-night tunes. 

Jin’s family had a plan for him. Medical, or law. Jin did neither, but chose the arts and music production instead. His family were less than thrilled. Over the years, they might have come to terms with it, but Jin didn’t stick around long enough to find out. He’s not really in touch with them other than the odd phone call where he doesn’t really tell them much about what he’s up to, or annual ‘happy birthday’ texts. He feels ashamed that he let his family down, and scared that they won’t accept him back. He hasn’t talked to them about it, worried that it’ll make the situation worse. He would rather it be complicated between them, than not have them in his life at all. 

Jin made a name for himself in the music industry without ever really chasing the spotlight for himself. He became a music producer, and was known for precision and depth. He worked in South Korea, mainly with kpop artists, until he managed to land a job in Universal Music in the states! The offer couldn’t have come at a better time. His “situationship” of one year wanted more from him - they wanted commitment, which terrified Jin more than anything. Without hesitation, he took the Universal Music offer, and left South Korea, only shooting his partner a text saying something about gripping the opportunity while he had it, and promptly changed his number to an American one so he couldn’t be reached. It was a cowardly thing to do, but it was easier than figuring out his feelings, or worse (in his mind) - actually being in love.

Not everything that glitters is gold, however. Eventually, the glamour of Universal Music turned into noise. Too many egos, too many eyes, too many cameras on him. Too much pressure, and not enough soul. So, he quit.

The years after blurred into constant movement. He drifted through cities, working odd jobs - DJing, bartending, sound-checking live sets at festivals, but never staying long. It wasn’t really about escaping anymore. It was more that he didn’t really have a reason to stop. 

Eventually, he landed in a small town just outside New York City, working as a sound designer for independent films, and DJing weekends at a dive bar that didn’t ask questions. It wasn’t nearly as glamorous as the big leagues he had been in, but it was honest. For the first time in years, Jin thought about actually staying. Maybe try and rebuild a connection with his family, and other people he left behind. However, he never got the chance. 

EXTRAS:

Does not like being called hyun-jin. Only his parents call him that. He prefers Jin. 

Has a lot of loud noise in his work life, and enjoys a quieter personal life.

The kind of quiet that feels safe. Easy to talk to once you start. He has a calm, steady presence that makes it easy to breathe around him - no pressure, no performance.

Doesn’t talk too much at first, but once he warms up, he’ll hit you with dry humour, perfectly timed one-liners, deadpan delivery, and a solid meme folder.

Like with people, he likes to take time to get to know a piece of art - be it a book, a painting, or a song.

The kind of person who’ll text his close friends at 2AM on his way home from work if they want junk food – or just to share a random thought he had while walking.

Definitely spiritual. At least 2 of his flats have been haunted (probably).

INTERVIEW QUESTIONS:

“What’s the last thing you remember before arriving on the island?” 

Jin ran a hand through his hair, letting out a thoughtful hum. “I was working late in my studio again, having just chowed down sone ramen.” He pursed his lips thoughtfully, leaning back in his seat as he tried to remember the night in the studio. It was like any other night, honestly. No sleep, only Jin and his mixing desk. “I remember putting my headphones on to listen to the track I was working on, and then… nothing. Just woke up here with this charming thing on my wrist.” He held up the hand with the crystal bracelet. “I keep thinking I fell asleep and this is some weird fever dream, but,” he chuckled lightly. “Feels pretty real, man.” 

“Do you think you will be remembered or forgotten?”

Jin’s expression grew contemplative, his fingers uncsonsciously tracing the edge of the crystal bracelet. This wasn’t really something he had thought much about. Mostly because he didn’t allow himself to venture down that route. He always liked to think the work he did as a producer made an impact, but when it’s all said and done, he was just a name in fine print on the back of some artists album. The same with his DJing and sound design. His name would be buried in the credits. “Probably forgotten. Depending on who you talk to. Maybe my family will remember me,” it was an attempt at a joke, but it fell kind of flat even with the small smile tugging on his lips. “But yeah,” he cleared his throat, forcing himself back out of that train of thought. “Forgotten, probably.” 

“Do you think with your heart or your brain?”

Jin let out a quiet laugh. “Brain, definitely.” He rubbed the back of his neck, considering his words carefully. “Logic is easier to trust than emotions, you know? You can take apart a problem piece by piece until you understand how it works. You can’t really do that with emotions, or whatever it is the heart operates on.” He paused for a moment, then added. “Though, I guess my heart decides who’s worth keeping around, and who’s worth trusting. Once someone’s earned my loyalty, that’s it. Brain might tell me it’s dumb, but…” he shrugged. “Sometimes you ignore the smart play and do what’s right instead.” 

[crystalslucky]

Name: Ratana Bun Ma

Goes By: Crystal Bun Ma / Crystal Armstrong

Age: 33

Gender & Pronouns: cis woman & she/her

Previous Occupation: Multiple Occupations

Power/Ability: Invisibility

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Character Name: Nakia Saad Nicknames: Kia, [ Hacker Name: N1X, Nix ] Place of Birth: NYC, USA Birthday: February 12th, 1985 Sexuality: Panromantic Demisexual Gender Identity: Non-binary ( They or Him ) Zodiac: Aquarius MBTI: ISTJ Occupation: Intelligence Agent, Hacker Languages: Arabic, English, Spanish, Japanese Moral Alignment: True Neutral Love Language: Acts of Service

THE BIOGRAPHY ( very mild bullying tw )

Born to a family of immigrants, the importance of hard work is ingrained into you from a young age. NYC isn't an easy city to grow up in, and you see your parents work through numerous shifts at the hospital, one a surgeon, and the other a nurse, they work day and night to make a living. You are a sharp child from a young age, and even if you tend to cause trouble every once in a while, it's nothing that can stick to you. Your teachers call you too smart for your age, just that you need to focus. It's not that you don't work hard- it's just that the moment you get your hands on your first laptop, you spend nights illuminated by its light. You have always had a perchance for gadgetry, trying to break technology apart, and then enhance it or fix it back up, but now, with your own computer, you feel like a new world has been laid in front of your feet. You revel in it. You are lucky that your parents don't realize the sheer amount of time you spend there, and you learn how to code like a pro when you are in high school. Named sort of a recluse, you keep it to yourself most of the time. Again, some teachers find this worrying, but you manage to fly under the radar long enough, get a friend or two, and live through the various nicknames tackled onto you. You don't care about what the bullies think, but you do enjoy hearing them screech when one day, their entire internet history has been posted on the corridors of the school. Who would have done that? Such a shame, guess they will never find out. You get into a prestigious college as a computer science major, full ride, and you find it much easier than high school. People care less about what the silent kid is doing, and the professors don't particularly care if you show up or not. You learn a lot, and it's during your senior year in college that they scout you. Men in black, most would think, are dressed as older college students. This is your first interrogation in which they give you an offer for a new life, which you are reluctant to accept. You love your freedom too much, you love your hacking, you love learning about things before anyone else. It's the offer to teach you more than that that convinces you, and you sign up to be an intelligence agent. Years pass, you learn a lot, and you grow a lot. Though, deep down, you are that same kid who just likes getting the dirt on people. You fly too high, or too low, whichever way the Icarus myth goes, and you get caught by an underground organization. Highly illegal, who dare to blackmail you into doing their dirty work. All you can do is say yes, and try to weave the threads in the background, to get back at them, to free yourself before the agency catches wind of everything that has been going on. Then, before anything else that can be figured out — you wake up on a ship. And you realize things can get more complicated after all.

THE INTERVIEW

“What is the last thing you remember before arriving on the island?”

The light of the sun bothers them. The sense of scenery feels familiar, even though the last time they were interrogated, it was a sterile room with fluorescent lights. This time, the warmth of the sun burns into their skin. "I was working." It's a simple answer, the calculating glare focusing on the person in front of them. They try to soften it up, knowing apprehension is not the best trait when interrogated. They would know, going off from the number of times they have been in this exact spot. The silence makes it clear the person is looking for a better answer. "It was- just like another day, man. I swear." A huff of breath masked as a laugh. "I was in front of my laptop, coding the night away- trying to catch up on some of the tasks that I couldn't finish back at the HQ." A softened truth. Nakia was not working on anything related to his official job at the agency, but the second job they were forced to do. The ultimatum given to them by the underground organization, once they caught wind of Nakia's other 'hobbies' which consisted of them collecting dirt on the rich and the powerful. They aren't here right now, which makes Nakia unsure how to feel. "I was reaching a breakthrough and then — I found myself with a headache on that goddamn boat."

“Do you think you will be remembered or forgotten?”

A loaded question, one that threatens to raise their hackles. This back and forth, which they have little control over, makes them less likely to give up honest answers. "Depends on how long." Their leg shakes up and down under the desk, they begin with a shrug. "If you mean far into the future? I'll be forgotten. In the great expanse of time and space, I do not fool myself to think I am important enough that people will remember me by name." Maybe their deeds, or the event in which they would whistleblow who they wished, or managed to turn down that organization. However, as it stands, with them being in the middle of nowhere, it seems completely impossible. As much as Nakia wants to go back, they have an inkling it's not going to be as easy as some residents were thinking.

“What do you feel you could contribute to life on the island?”

A practical question, one all of them have thought of for they are stranded here, with little from home but their own skills. They nod, a hum at the back of their throat. "Sure. I have an engineering background - when anything technical goes wrong- or we need a solution to an infrastructure problem, I am the person to call." A little smirk on their lips, their eyes move down to their palm, the crackling of energy that could not be seen, but one that they felt. "Plus, these powers, will only help us further as we try to make a suitable living here." And then, besides the basic needs of shelter, food, and drinkable water, there are also other aspects Nakia is useful for. Namely, solving mysteries, investigating, and digging where people do not want them to dig. They know how to set up a case, how to gather information. Even if they were almost always behind the scenes back at home ( and behind their computer ), it does not feel that much different to look for clues as to why they ended up here, to learn where these powers came from. "I also have a… Useful background when it comes to solving problems. I think it is particularly handy to have here, considering everything."

“Do you think with your heart or your brain?”

There is the true answer, and then there is an answer they are willing to give. Of course, it ends up being the latter that's uttered from their lips. "I think with my brain. I am a scientist at heart." With their degrees in computer science and industrial engineering, this is the most palatable answer that they are willing to give. Not the one where they feel irrationally annoyed at being plucked from where they were, or the revenge that swims in their veins when they think of the organization that dared to blackmail them. There have been decisions in Nakia's life where they acted on emotions rather than rationality, though those have often led to less than favorable outcomes, which is why they do not wish to accept it out loud. "I am a highly analytical person, I like calculating various outcomes, and choosing the best one after." when they aren't wrapped in thoughts of fury or revenge, this is the truth.

“What are you most curious about regarding the island?”

Fingers tap on the surface of the wooden desk, a plethora of questions that have been revolving around their mind, threaten to reach the surface. Tongue pressing to the inside of their cheek, they try to pick one that would make them seem less irritable, less apprehensive about everything. "I suppose- the powers, to begin with." A supernatural feat, one bestowed to each and every one of them- but for what purpose? What was the aim? "And where exactly we are would be good to know." So that they could get out, eventually. When it comes to actual questions they would ask, it would simply be 'Why?', putting them all here, on this island, cameras everywhere, phantom eyes at every corner, without a purpose — it all seems like someone is playing a game on them. A fucked up one, and Nakia does not have any answers yet. They hate this with their entire being.

THE CONNECTIONS ( mostly pre-island! )

- People from another life: Childhood friends / enemies who knew Nakia in high school or university. Before they disappeared from the face of the earth and became an intelligence agent. This could go a few different ways, maybe they kept in contact, and Nakia told your muse they have been working for a tech company, or they did disappear and this is the first time these two would be meeting after almost two decades. - Family friends: Nakia's parents work in healthcare, so anyone they touched / saved / helped would be very interesting. Nakia never wanted to pursue that career themself, and they would be apprehensive about someone who knows their past to this extent. Free to explore. - Government colleagues: If your muse has a job related to the government, maybe Nakia and they could have met up for work. Nakia could have done work on your computer, or database, or any other thing. Maybe your muse knew about what he was doing, or they just told them they were an IT guy. - Actually just an IT guy: Okay, hear me out, maybe they lived close, and your muse actually needed an IT guy. Nakia found this all too amusing, and actually played into it. So now, when you need your laptop to be fixed or your TV isn't working properly, you can Nakia, and they come by. Payment would need to be non-monetary, they'd want homemade food or something like that, but we can discuss. Maybe friends or other stuff can be plotted. - Coffee pals: When Nakia is in a slump, they go to this small café, and spend hours there. Maybe your muse was in a slump of another variety, or they just found Nakia interesting and approached them. This became somewhat of a routine, and they became friends.

[darcyxpalmer]

INFORMATION

BASICS: Name: Darcy Palmer Age: 42 Gender & Pronouns: cis woman - she/her Place of birth: New York, USA Nationality: American

APPEARANCE: Height: 5'8" Eyes: brown Hair: dirty blonde, sort of hazel-ish, frizzy and curly Build: lean Tattoos: none

POWER: shadow walking - she can teleport through darkness and shadows, however it requires concentration, it is hindered by the light and there is physical risk in teleporting

ABOUT

Waking up on the cruise ship and realizing she was on an abandoned island along with few other people is the push Darcy needed to realize the truth - everything that came before, everything she thought she considered reality, was all actually nothing more than a lie, nothing more than a simulations.

The details of it was not something completely clear for her, why and how she got into the simulation was something still missing from her mind, but there was simply no other explanation she could accept for landing on the island with some random people all at the same time, none of them being able to give any other acceptable reasonings for any of it. What? Some mastermind who knew about all of them selected them, drugged and kidnapped all of them and not a single person realized it was happening? That was simply ridiculous, if you ask her.

Not to mention that the life she lead in the simulation was just... it was so clearly fake, so clearly something extreme to see what kind of person she was, to test how humans reacted to certain things, to see how hard they could push her.

They put her in a situation where she had to start a whole new life in a completely different place where nobody knew her, made her wonder if she'd ever be found by her past and right when things seemed to be falling apart, she found herself on this island? If any of it was real, there's no blackout moment as if she was left on a cliffhanger.

So she is simply ignoring everything that happened in the simulation and focuses on figuring out what kind of place they are all in, what the next steps would be. Because there would be next steps, she was certain of it. It will all make sense in the end.

WANTED PLOTS/PLOT IDEAS

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[selinswonderland]

Name: Selin Bulut

Age: 29

Gender & Pronouns: cis woman & she/her

Previous Occupation: Elementary School Teacher

Power/Ability: Enhanced Horticulture

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[wrenaugustine]

30 Years Old - Island Scavenger & Jewelry Maker

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[micaiahfalkov]

MICAIAH FALKOV

Character Name: Micaiah Falkov

Faceclaim: Ben Barnes

Age: 39

Gender: Bigender

Pronouns: They/He

City/country/place of origin: A commune called St. George in Texas

Date of arrival: December 2012

Profession, if any: Gardener/Priest

Bio: Micaiah’s entire life happened within the confines of the Texas commune of St. George. The commune, created by Micaiah’s father Abraham Falkov, was the base of operations for the religious cult called ‘Eyes of Eden’. Abraham, the leader, and self-declared prophet, claimed to have foreseen Micaiah’s birth and declared the child to be his heir.

Micaiah’s childhood consisted mostly of studying the scripture and learning the teachings of the cult. Being revered by the larger community as the prophesied child, expectations were placed on them from a young age to one day be the communities leader, to be the one to fulfill their goal of returning to the Garden of Eden. Micaiah is open about the things that were done to them in the name of faith, though they are honest that they don’t remember all of it. They remember the services and sermons, they remember people looking upon them with pure bliss and reverence. Other things they can’t properly recall - such as the self-flagellation or the times they would be isolated in a dark room for hours on end, so they could pray and receive god’s message. How they lost one of their eyes and their legs is completely dark in their mind either - they can’t recall the weeks that led up to those events, or what exactly came after. They just know that losing their legs was an accident - they know that losing their eye wasn’t. Micaiah remembers having doubts as they got older - doubts both about the teachings of the Eyes of Eden and their father’s leadership. But, unable to really voice these doubts, the years of indoctrination weighing heavily on them, they remained quiet. It was then, that they were pulled onto Panopticon Island. They remember being at a sermon in one moment and on the Island in the next. Years of living on Panopticon Island have, in a way, disillusioned them. They are still involved in their faith, trying to be a spiritual guide, but even though they wish to remain loyal to those who raised them, they cannot deny the damage they endured. They have a lot to unlearn as well as a lot to learn.

[tamyrawilliams]

Name: Tamyra Williams

Birthdate: July 30th, 1955

Years on Pan: 30 - arrived at the age of 38, in 1993

Gender: cis woman

Sexuality: Bisexual

Scars: A big scar across her face (like this)

BIOGRAPHY

Grew up as the only daughter of Khalon and Lanelle Williams, prominent figures in Hollywood, which meant she’s been part of the industry since Tamyra’s been nothing more than a little baby, and it has always been what she wanted to become too.

Worked her ass off since she was little and was willing to do anything to get the roles she wanted and the fame and status she wanted. By the time she disappeared, she was one of the most well-known, famous and appreciated actresses in the world - her disappearance created quite a stir, and while Tamyra tried everything to get back to them and tell everyone she was not dead, it just couldn’t work, the island wasn’t letting her go.

She spent a lot of her time trying to find a way to get off the island, get back to her life, her loved ones, everything she had and everything she lost - to the point of obsession, but nothing really worked and days, weeks, months, years just passed and without really realizing she settled into the tower more and more.

When the teleports opened, she was one of the first to go through - it was a different world than what she left behind, though, something she never thought was possible. A new world, a new life, something new and exciting to adjust. It wasn’t what she wanted, but it was enough to snap her out of wanting nothing more than to leave Pan. With her parents gone at this point and finally seeing the positives of the tower, Tamyra settled in to have a life enjoying the best of both Pan and whatever was on the other side of the teleports.

HEADCANONS

Fashion has always been a passion of hers but for most of her life, Tamyra was wearing the clothes only, but when she got to Pan and had a bunch of time, she watched a lot of of people just make dresses and clothes and learned how to do her own stuff - after a while she opened her own shop to at least make the people around her just as fashionable as she wanted them to be. Uses the work there as a way to get tickets to teleport after they opened up.

Sometimes takes shifts at the communication center to watch the world and get inspiration for a new project of hers.

While the world was closed off, she held herself back from making any kind of movie or show or any kind of project, feeling like that would be giving up on making it back to the world and to the people she cared about and loved, but then everything opened and it was wild out there and she realized nothing will ever be the same, so she just start working on creative projects again and she has had a few movies come out ever since then.