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  • Reid Thomas

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    CHARACTER PROFILE

    • GENDER
      Male
    • PLAY-BY
      Bren Foster
    • AGE
      39
    • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
      Heterosexual
    • RACE
      Human
    • JOB
      Australian Special Ops.
    • 'SHIP:
      Eris London was his fiancé before the event
    • LOCATION
      Africa
    • FACTION
      Factionless
    • SOCIAL AFFILIATIONS/RELATIONSHIPS
      Since finding his way out of the forest Reid has only talked to the expedition that found him, and has yet to re-establish any ties to the rest of the world as it is.

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    • Primary
      Will Tennesen
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      Reid Thomas
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    • Role Play Sample
      Bare feet thumping against the dirt. Legs pumping hard to carry him forward. Trees racing by. The conspicuous void in the chorus of noises that usually filled the forest, a void that followed him on four legs, closing the distance faster than he could open it.

      A fallen tree blocked his way, but the downward slope of the land made it so that he could scramble up over the side of the trunk, whose diameter was three meters across. He did so, then leapt off without risking a backward glance. It was still in pursuit.

      Ahead the trees were sparser and dwarfed by the forest behind him. Their size and distribution resembled the trees on Earth, and he had a momentary pang of helplessness. Why run? Why not just stop? Turn and face the beast. Let it take you, Reid, because then this nightmare will be over. Surviving here is pointless, because you are alone and there is no end goal other than to die. It would all be over with so quickly.

      But he did not seriously entertain that voice. The hopelessness of his plight often threatened to overwhelm him, but he was singularly focused on the problem in front of him. The reason for his continued existence was a far off dilemma that he could only untangle if he survived today. Just like every other day.

      He slid and ran down the hill, weaving between trees faster now. There was more undergrowth however, a symptom of the increased light penetrating the canopy overhead. It was late afternoon and a cloudless sky looked down on him. And on the void of sound pursuing him. His breath was ragged now but he dare not stop.

      A mighty crack, sharp and sudden, filled the air. It sounded as if a titan had snapped one of the great trunks in two, but in the echo of that mighty explosion Reid recognised it for what it was. Someone had just fired a rifle. The realisation almost stopped him dead in his tracks, but his momentum carried him downhill long enough for him to regain his senses. He wheeled around towards the noise and kept running. If the trees had been thicker, he might not have seen them, but here he spotted the source of the gunshot from a distance - two men, one of whom held a large hunting rifle. Reid sprinted straight for them.

      “RUN!” He shouted. The men looked up in surprise, the shooter raising his rifle to take aim at Reid. His eyes widened at the sight, but then his jaw dropped when he saw what came in pursuit. He adjusted his aim and pulled the trigger, another thunderclap drowned out all other sound. Reid kept running.

      “RUN!” He cried again. The unarmed man obeyed and sprinted away, while the shooter, brave but foolish, cleared the chamber and fired another shot. Reid raced past him. In a few moments the man’s scream filled the air, almost as loud as the gunshot. The void of sound disappeared, replaced by a triumphant roar and the sounds of feasting.

      The surviving man ran ahead of Reid but was slow, and Reid had to pull him along. When they finally stopped some minutes later, their breath came in ragged gasps. Neither talked for a moment while they sucked in air as fast as their lungs could manage. Eventually the man spoke.

      “Who - who are you?” He managed between breaths.

      Reid paused, taking a moment to remember his own name.

      “Reid.” he said. He had so many questions. Where to start? The other man took the lead, though.

      “I’m Dr. Harry McGill. Were you part of the expeditionary force?” Reid didn’t know what he meant. He ignored the question.

      “How did you get here?” He asked.

      “We have a ship in Pointe Noire. We drove east to forward point Charlie then ditched the jeep for horses. We set up camp at the ruins of Kinshasa and have been making forays into the trees for a couple of weeks now.”

      All of this came to Reid too quickly to process. He wasn’t expecting an answer like that, and it hit him all at once. Kinshasa. He was still in Africa.

      “Ruins?” He asked haltingly, confused.

      “Of Kinshasa. Didn’t you come that way?”

      “Yes.” He answered. But Kinshasa hadn’t been in ruins when he came that way. What the hell had happened?

      Dr. McGill looked puzzled, but Reid took his arm. The creature would hunt again soon, and he didn’t intend to be here.

      “We should go.” He said. And so they did.
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