TheMadMan
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- Joined
- Mar 2, 2014
Madri Ehrenson groaned loudly as he awoke with a splitting headache. For several moments, he laid there in the sand while trying to piece everything together. Then, suddenly, he shot up and looked around. Sure enough, there was wreakage littering the beach. The last thing he remembered before waking up on the beach was the plane he was on was going down into the ocean. Seems like he washed up on the beach. Glancing back, there was foliage roughly 100 meters behind him. Getting up, he made sure he wasn't injured before heading off towards the jungle to see if there were any other survivors.
With a well-muscled build and a very slight tan, Madri stood at a height of 6 feet even. A tattoo sat on the left side of his neck; the tattoo itself was a die with the 6, 2, and 1 sides showing and was engulfed in flames. Short dirty blonde hair adorned his head while golden eyes sat back in his head and framed by oval rimless glasses that were remarkably unharmed. His body was barely clothed. All that remained of his nice three-piece casual suit was the pants and the shirt, which was in tatters. The shirt was damaged, not the pants and the boxers underneath.
After a few minutes of walking through the thick underbrush and tropical trees the sound of a waterfall could be heard ahead of him. Along with sound of rushing water was the sound of female voices. That meant that at least a few people survived the crash and Madri wasn't going to end up like that crazy guy from the movie Castaway. Pushing through the brush, he soon came upon a clearing with a large pond with a waterfall flowing into it and a stream flowing out of it. There were the first of the survivors.