Name: Kyran Irefore
Nickname: Flare
Likes: Arguing and Fire
Dislikes: People who can't take a joke.
Most Known For: Flare is more known for her sarcasm than anything else. She can hold an hour-long conversation with nothing but sarcasm.
Why she auditioned: She heard her cousin was going to be there, and she thought it would be fun to scare the living death out of all the people chosen.
Other: Flare believes there are two kinds of hobbies in the world. The ones people know you for, and the ones you don't want anyone to find out about. Her outer hobbies are: sarcasm and arguing. Flare wants people to leave her alone, so she makes things as difficult as possible. It's not that she hates other people. She just needs some alone time to do her inner hobbies. Her inner hobbies include singing and daydreaming. No one really knows she daydreams, and whenever she has to sing in front of people, she purposefully tries to shatter everyone's ears with her fake horrid voice.
Flare doesn't really know any self-restraint, and so sometimes pisses off the wrong people.
She's been in the principal's office more times than she could count at school, but somehow is always let off the hook. Probably because her parents pay off the school to let her stay. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention her family is stinkin' rich? I did? Oops, my bad. Well, the Irefore family is stinkin' rich. Her mother is a lawyer and her father is a psychiatrist. He always tries to psychoanalize her, and Flare hates that.
Audition tape:
The tape opens to show Flare, a 16 year old girl with blonde hair and red highlights, laying on a windy hillside. Her eyes were closed, and it seemed she was unaware of the watching camera. A stick appeared in the picture, and began poking the female in the face.
"Dude, she's so going to kill us." whispered a male voice.
The camera didn't move from the girl, and neither did the stick. "You mean, she's going to kill me. You're completely safe." This voice belonged to a female. The stick began to move in circles, making Flare's face comically bunch up.
Flare groaned a bit and turned away from the probing wooden object of doom, batting at it weakly with a hand. "Knock it off, dude." she murmured without opening her eyes. "'M tryin' ta' sleep."
"Hey Flare." said the voice in the camera. "Smile, chicky, cause you're on film."
Bright green eyes flashed open and Flare quickly sat up, turning with wide eyes to stare at the camera. For a few seconds, the only sound was the sighing of the wind. Finally... "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Flare roared, launching herself at the camera.
The one with the camera yelped and started to run. The screen bobbed up and down, the sounds being filled with gleeful laughrer and angry snarls. The camera was thrown to the spectator, who held up the camera to watch the chase going on. Flare was chasing a girl with brown hair and red highlights, all the while swearing angrily.
The camera shifted upwards and a smiling male face with red hair and blue eyes appeared. "Howdy, people of TDI! I'm Blaze, the girl doing the chasing is Flare, and the one with a death wish is Ember. Please, consider bringing Flare in. As you can see," he pointed the camera back to where Flare had caught Ember and was now beating her to a pulp, "life is never boring around idiots."
Chris and the other producers of the new tv show stared at the blank screen, a few jaws dropped. Chris turned to Chef, who was at his side, and gave an almost evil smile. "Chef, my friend, I think we just found our final candidate."