Accepted cast list
Male:
1. Kazuo Hagiwara - XBloodLegendX
2. Dylan Macartney - DarkSleeper
3. Nathan Drake Carrot - PoisonousCarrot
4. Clint Redmond - Kunnaki
5. Leonard "Jag" Jagging - DarkJeneral
6. Derek Wright - Kunnaki
7. Blake Hervington - DarkSleeper
8. Estwynn Paratus - DSX62415
9. Tristan Kelly - TheSansMan
Females:
1. Paris Alexander - Lessonaritalia
2. Kali Dulal - POMForever
3. Lucette Quetzal - JustTheClassicalGirl
4. Phoebe Marietta Cartwright - XBloodLegendX
5. Ginger De Marigny - Aleister Bloodrive IIV
6. Alilessuodrovak "Alice Teague" - Scorpialin
7. Gelsey - Friend 2
8. Laren Brea - Paronda
9. Janet Jordan - Cloak192
Well, here's the final update for the accepted cast. They all looked super interesting but portrayals would be on the more shakey side on my end so bare with for that part. I'll be posting the introduction plus part 1 of the first challenge in a few days. I would like to apologize to those who submitted but weren't accepted, if I was working with a bigger cast then maybe they would have made it in but since I'm still fairly new to writing TD stories I needed to use a much more manageable cast. Lastly, for this story I won't be adding in an OC for myself, you'll all see later on once the first challenge has been posted as to why. Okay with that out of the way it's time for some Chris...yay...
Chris was shown laying back on a chair behind a wooden desk with his feet raised up to the side. The room he was in was very dim for the blinds were near shut allowing sunlight to barely seep in. The desk he was basically lazing on placed multiple folders with various names written on each one. As the famed host was busy reading a folder in his hand, the door to his office suddenly flew open with loud crash causing him to fall over backwards.
"WOOAH!" Chris yelled as he fell over backwards sending papers flying with him. "What's the big deal here!" He yelled back angrily as he got up rubbing his sore back.
"Chris, more mail for ya." A familiar deep sounding voice came from outside the now open door. Stounding right outside the door was a silhouette of a tall muscular man whose face is barely visible. "And turn on the goddamn lights!" A muscular arm reached for the side and with a flick the lights were now on.
"Oh, it's just you Chef." Chris says while straightening his back. "I thought it was the cops again."
"The cops won't be bothering ya." Chef reassured. "Well, until the season ends that is."
"Gee...thanks for reminding me."
"No problem." Chef said sarcastically. "Anyways, here are more hopefuls wanting to join the show." Chef soon dropped onto Chris's desk a new stack of folders. "So, have you accepted anyone yet?"
"I've accepted a couple. They're right over their if you want to see them." Chris pointed towards another table off to his right. On top of it lay a box with the word 'Accepted' crudely written on it with red crayon. Chef just gave Chris a skeptical look to see if he was serious. "What? You expected blue."
Rolling his eyes, Chef approached the cardboard box and pulled out a folder from inside. After reading its contents he soon gave Chris a confused look as he looks up from the folder.
"I thought these sort of Powers weren't allowed?" Chef asked while eyeing Chris.
"Let me see." Chef soon handed Chris the folder with the page still opened. "Oh. Him. The producers were the one who hand chose him, because he isn't here as a contestant."
"What is he then?"
"Lets just say you'll be cooking up one less cookie for the first half of the season."