#swynlostbio

[foreverydinger]

NAME: Tony Lightfoot OCCUPATION: Musician/Bartender SECTION: Fuselage SURVIVAL SKILL: None Currently — He’s too injured  MAGICAL SKILL: None REASON FOR BEING ON FLIGHT 2015: Family trip to see the Lightfoot family in America and returning home on this flight. PERSONAL ITEM: AirPods (but nothing to listen to) PERSON OF SCIENCE/FAITH: Realist: Tony’s a skeptic at heart and struggles to understand the blind optimism of the Dreamers. BIOGRAPHY: 

TW: Description of Plane Crash & Injury

Tony Lightfoot, formerly Rydinger, usually tries to find the easy ways out in life. Not out of laziness, though he’s been accused of that in the past, but out of a desire to take life as it comes. He’s in no rush toward the future, allowing himself to drag his feet so he can smell some roses.

He didn’t think that would lead him here. 

Barley had been quiet which should have been the first sign that something was wrong. Tony’s brother-in-law was never quiet. On the contrary, Ian being more chatty than Barley was more of a flashing neon sign than just a red flag. Tony had missed it, though, and had been just grateful to be able to throw an AirPod in without cranking up the music too high.

The crash happened both too quickly and everything seemed to slow down. The seatbelt light turned on, Tony scrambled to make sure Ian was alright, and then he didn’t get his own on fast enough before the plane dipped downward and Tony was thrown up out of his seat. He hit his head on something, he couldn’t tell you what, but what he remembers more is the snap of his arm hitting the top of someone’s chair just before he lost consciousness.

Now on the island, Tony is pretty useless as a survivor. His brain fog is too thick and his arm doesn’t want to do anything he tells it. He’s trying not to show it, though, because the last thing he wants is for Ian to worry about him instead of making sure Ian’s amongst the few that will get off this island.

[dr-robking]

All the lights in Miami begin to gleam Ruby, blue and green, neon too Everything looks better from above, my king Like aquamarine, oceans blue  NAME: Dr. Robert King OCCUPATION: Surgical Intern SECTION: Fuselage SURVIVAL SKILL: Medical training  MAGICAL SKILL: None REASON FOR BEING ON FLIGHT 2015: On the way back from a medical conference at Miami Central University  PERSONAL ITEM: … a pack of Magnums… PERSON OF SCIENCE/FAITH: Person of Science BIOGRAPHY: 

Dr. Robert King was barely a doctor. He was just surrounded by them at a conference where the big names threw their weight around and he had to gawk at them for the sake of networking. Though, quite a few had done some good work. He developed some serious man-crushes on some of these guys. This week, his good work was limited to the numerous hotel rooms and clubs he saw the inside of. When in Miami, right? He had plenty of time to party and experience nightlife his small English town couldn’t dream of. His accent got him a long way with the locals and besides, Rob didn’t have a big talk to give or technique to pioneer at this point in his career. He knew he’d be the second most famous Dr. King one day…

Becoming a missing person on a missing plane was not how he wanted to accomplish that, though. And it really killed the potential he had to join the Mile High club on a paid work trip. Some shrapnel may have lodged itself in his body, he may now be laid up on a shitty beach with no piña coladas or cell service, but the Magnums survived and so did he.

[sowretchedsally]

what a crash, what a rush, fuck me up florida!!!

NAME: Sally Finklestein OCCUPATION: Unemployed SECTION: Tail SURVIVAL SKILL: None, officially… but she watched a lot of survival shows growing up a bubble kid! So she can theoretically help with survival tasks! MAGICAL SKILL: Medical Marvel - Sally had a heart condition when she left Miami… she doesn’t anymore? REASON FOR BEING ON FLIGHT 2015: Sally is on her way back home from a visit to a world renowned cardiologist in Miami. The prognosis was not good… PERSONAL ITEM: Her bag of medicines. Unfortunately a lot of them washed away in the wreckage. PERSON OF SCIENCE/FAITH: Person of Faith BIOGRAPHY:

Sally was always sick with something. Sick with worry, with grief, with a broken heart. Her heart was made from a broken cast, never being whole in the first place. This was supposed to be the trip that saw an end to the constant hospital visits and loneliness. (Her only real companion was her overprotective service dog, Fang.)

Except the best doctor they could find told her she was irreparable. 

The surgery that was promised was called off, her heart couldn’t take the stress. Management was all she had to live with. So she flew back home, much higher than her dashed hopes of living a normal life. At least, the plane was higher until it took a swan dive into some twisted island. Sally woke up with red exit signs lit up across her face and Fang laying across her back. 

How cruel that she can survive a plane crash to see her soggy med bag half washed away by the tides. If her doses went up as they were supposed to, Sally had about forty eight hours until she was blue and gasping. Unless some higher power intervenes on her behalf, she is looking at a pretty pathetic ending. 

[barleythebrave]

NAME: Barley Lightfoot OCCUPATION: Children’s Librarian SECTION: Fuselage SURVIVAL SKILL: Physical Strength MAGICAL SKILL: None REASON FOR BEING ON FLIGHT 2015: Family trip to see the Lightfoot family in America and returning home on this flight. PERSONAL ITEM: His set of dice PERSON OF SCIENCE/FAITH: Dreamer, but mostly because he really needs some faith right now. Ian’s pretty hurt and Tony’s really hurt and he also has to make sure Blazey has food to eat because he’s worried some people might not be so accommodating toward dogs. BIOGRAPHY: 

There was always symmetry in families, especially ones as large as the Lightfoots. It seemed that there was always one brother who shone so bright that he was burned by it and the other who was there to help patch up the wounds and send them soaring off again. 

Wilden & Linden. 

Ian & Barley.

Usually Barley didn’t give this a second thought, his love for Ian outweighing any jealousy that could have ever crept up in his throat, but visiting his family in the States always raised the feeling just enough that he had to focus to stamp it down. It wasn’t enough to cause a rift, he loved his brother far too much for that, but it was certainly more present than he would have liked. As such, Barley had been abnormally quiet on the flight back home, Blazey perched under his feet after sensing that the oldest Lightfoot was struggling just a bit with his nerves. He bit back a joke that Blazey and him were thinking the same thing: Getting on this plane was a dangerous & stupid idea.

Now he wished he’d spoken up.

Here he was, on an island without any way to signal for help, and trying to nurse his brother and brother-in-law back to health all with a dog desperate to help in tow. But Barley never backs down and never wavers, no sir. He’s doubling, no, tripling down on everything is going to work out fine! The island will provide! It has to..

[geehosaphat]

NAME: Martin Ambrosius OCCUPATION: Archivist for the Ambrosius family business SECTION: Fuselage SURVIVAL SKILL: Mild plant recognition MAGICAL SKILL: None REASON FOR BEING ON FLIGHT 2015: Went to the music festival for Mim PERSONAL ITEM: Binoculars! He’s an avid birdwatcher! PERSON OF SCIENCE/FAITH: Faith. He believes the island will provide. BIOGRAPHY: 

Martin Ambrosius has lived a pretty tame life. He has taken up the family business, tried his best to wrangle his Wild Child sister, and fallen in love and married his sweetheart. Did he meet his lover on a random trip to Texas that Martin had taken just to spite his father saying Martin never did anything impulsive? Well, sure. Does Martin enjoy his archival work for his father? Yes, of course. Has Martin also fantasized about the day his father takes a trip six feet under so that Martin can get that thumb off his neck? What dutiful son hasn’t at least imagined it once?

When Mim begged Martin, Ren, & Sorrel to go to Miami for this music festival Martin had been unable to resist. She had a point about it being such an amazing bonding opportunity and the bands performing were some of his favorites so what could be the harm in a short vacation? Everyone needs time away from the office now and again, right?

The world seemed to have decided that this excursion was a crime punishable by plane crash. Maybe he hit his head after all, but Martin would normally be very against the idea of fate and magic but something about this island has him thinking they were meant to land here. The island will surely provide, they’ll be fine. In the meantime, Martin is going to try to enjoy this unexpected stop to the best of his ability. Besides, there’s plenty of new birds to watch here!

[scampcomehome]

NAME: Scott Richards OCCUPATION: “Roadie” for South of Midnight / Professional Arm Candy for Lucky Doyle SECTION: Tail Section SURVIVAL SKILL: Absolutely None MAGICAL SKILL: None REASON FOR BEING ON FLIGHT 2015: Traveling with South of Midnight!! It’s so exciting getting to get in with The Lucky Doyle! PERSONAL ITEM: His cell phone (no charger or signal) PERSON OF SCIENCE/FAITH: Still on the fence. He’s mostly just worried about dying. BIOGRAPHY: 

There are some people who are meant for little more than looking good. At least, that’s what Scott’s mother used to say and he took that to heart. Perhaps she had meant that lesson to be for his three beautiful sisters or perhaps she meant it as an insult for the vapid ladies in the other families they rubbed elbows with, but Scott took it as permission to be a rich slut as much as he damn well pleased.

Traveling was easy when you had money, and the Richards had plenty to spare, so it was no wonder when the flirty Scott Richards met the South of Midnight frontman Lucky Doyle resulting in the two hitting it off. Even when Scott eventually learned that the producer/manager for the band was Lucky’s official boyfriend didn’t sway him away from remaining firmly on Lucky’s arm every chance he got. Those chances only increased when Scott got hired on as a “roadie” for South of Midnight if only to get people off of Lucky’s ass for dragging Scott to every event.

Scott wasn’t complaining, of course, at least.. He wasn’t complaining until their plane crashed. They were supposed to be heading to London, England for the band’s next show (after that killer festival in Miami where Scott got so drunk he was still buzzed when the plane went down) and instead of getting to have a cuppa tea or some English shit he was now trapped on a deserted island with his famous boytoy, no cell reception, and no goddamn alcohol!

What is he supposed to do? He’s not cut out to be the Emotional Support Princess here! He’s not supposed to have to use his brain!

[uffdah-riley]

NAME: Riley Morey OCCUPATION: Professional Hockey Player / Fitness Influencer SECTION: Fuselage SURVIVAL SKILL: Riley is physically fit and happy to help with any/all manual labor tasks. They’ve also been taught some survival tricks by their dad but this is still very new to them. MAGICAL SKILL: Resistant to Harm — Riley is convinced it’s just their lucky helmet but something weird has been happening with their healing.. REASON FOR BEING ON FLIGHT 2015: It was for Riley’s hockey tournament. They had been starting to hit it big with their profession and now… Well, let’s just say Riley is hoping to ever be in a place that it’s safe to worry about playing sports again. PERSONAL ITEM: Lucky Hockey Helmet! Their lucky stick was destroyed in the crash (a checked bag) but they have their helmet that they packed as their carryon item because it helped with their nerves. It then served as a good way to protect themself from some of the crash’s damage. PERSON OF SCIENCE/FAITH: Realist: Riley is following in Nick’s footsteps and trusting in science and real survival skills. If there’s magic afoot they don’t want any part of it. You can’t rely on fantasy... Or can you? BIOGRAPHY: 

Riley Morey is the only name that has ever mattered to them. Whatever came before was a different person, a different life that Riley would rather just forget. There were reasons a child ran away, after all, and hardly any of them were good. However, that also meant that it took Riley a little longer than some kids to assimilate to living under a healthy roof.

Nick and Isaac sure had had their hands filled taking in a flight risk like Riley.

They had been especially patient, though, and slowly Riley had learned that raised voices and the life of a “latchkey” kid were a thing of the past. Instead, they were embraced by one father worn down by a life of hardship that had polished him into a warm and weathered stone and another father whose own adoption had taken his tattered edges and combined them with a loving family to form an intricate and ever-enveloping quilt. When Avery came around that rounded out the family and Riley would do anything for their little brother whose wide eyes held so much beyond what could fit in such a small frame.

That nurturing garden bed allowed Riley to grow and flourish, their roots extending outward and providing the foundation for their success both socially and in their career. Moving from school to playing hockey professionally had been no easy feat but Riley was starting to get the hang of this constantly moving lifestyle.

Now, well, Riley was starting to think that they should have stayed where their roots had been planted.

The flight home from their tournament should have been as routine as could be, Riley had even joked about how bored they were going to be on the nine hour journey, and it turned out to be anything but.

They had gotten off pretty easy, all things considered, but Riley was now worried about Isaac dying on this deserted island. At least they still have Nick to lean on, he always knew what to do. Right? Either way, Riley has to be stepping up to keep camp running. Someone would come looking for them but there was no use in sitting around waiting for rescue. They’re physically fit, they can jump in for those who are less capable here.

[moon-yeongjun]

NAME: Dr. Jun Moon OCCUPATION: Head of Family Medicine at Pride U Hospital SECTION: Tail Section SURVIVAL SKILL: He is a very accomplished doctor!  MAGICAL SKILL: Mediumship but its only his dead father and he’s ignoring it so idk if that counts REASON FOR BEING ON FLIGHT 2015: Jun attended an important medical conference in Miami, though he spent one day with his cousin and her son at Sidneyworld for some family-friendly fun! PERSONAL ITEM: A Mickey Mouse bucket hat he got to shield himself from the sun during his day in Sidneyworld. He will be wearing it at all times-- to protect his skin!!!! PERSON OF SCIENCE/FAITH: THE Person of Science. Science all the time baby

BIOGRAPHY: 

Moon Yeong-jun has devoted his entire life to two things: his family…and science.

It only makes sense that he specializes in family medicine then, eh!

And indeed, that is what Jun did! He went to Oxford, spent his entire twenties doing residencies and learning family medicine, worked in a private practice in the NTO before finally getting an impressive promotion to head the department at Swynlake’s teaching hospital. Through it all, he has been there for his family—helping his younger brother run the family grocery store, watching Etsy tutorials late into the night to improve his mother’s online pottery store, and, most recently, supporting his cousin through a trying divorce. Some say doctors don’t have time, but Jun Moon always finds a way. The only thing he doesn’t have? A family of his own.

But that’s alright. These things take time, and he’s still investing in his professional development! Hence going to an important medical conference in Miami to learn more about some groundbreaking medicine from Mittelos Bioscience! 

He certainly never expected his trip to end in disaster. He never expected to be separated from his poor cousin. And he certainly was not prepared to deal with an ooky spooky island with all kinds of strange, unexplainable phenomena. Those in the tail section talk of ghosts, demons, and hell— and technically Jun thought he saw the spirit of his dead father walking about…

 But Jun won’t hear a word of it! No, no, no! There is ALWAYS an explanation! He did not give up his hobbies, DNF multiple video games, lose touch with friends, sacrifice potential romantic connections, stunt his emotional growth, and skip every single one of his high school reunions for science to be WRONG!

And he will prove it by keeping everyone alive until the rescue planes show up!