We're finally here! It's the castlist! I've accepted thirty-three exceptional OCs, and have picked three characters from the original series to return as well, just like the canon Ridonculous Race did.
I recommend reading all of the audition tapes in this chapter, because every chapter will have review questions out of curiosity. And three of this chapter's review questions will have to do with your own character and their views towards the other thirty-five cast members.
The audition tapes will be in alphabetical order, so if you have a character that goes by a nickname and you don't see them where the nickname would be, keep looking. They're probably under their first name for the alphabetizing of the audition tapes.
Without further adieu, let's get this show on the road!
Episode 0: The Cast, Revealed!
Don stood in a studio, grinning at the camera. The cast had been picked. And now, it was time to reveal all thirty-six contestants to the world.
"Hey, reality TV fans," the host greeted, "Today is the day we show off the thirty-six members of the cast to you guys! Excited? I know I am."
He strolled across the stage, before explaining, "First thing's first. We have one returning contestant from last season, plus a contestant from Total Drama Island and a contestant from Total Drama Pahkitew Island! And they are…"
A drum roll began to roll, as Don paused to reveal the three names, "...Dwayne, Jr.! Justin! And Scarlett! They'll be competing on Ridonculous Race: Stranger Shuffle, alongside thirty-three brand new contestants!"
He cleared his throat before saying, "Now. It's time to look at the audition tapes for our new cast of contestants! Roll it, Phil!"
Alexandra "Lexi" Brandy Price
The Flirty Punk.
17 years old.
Heterosexual.
As the audition tape began, a girl standing at five foot, nine inches, waved at the camera. She had pale skin and bright green eyes, which were only outshined by her short and spiky bright pink hair. She was very toned and fairly muscular, as well as having quite a few piercings: a silver eyebrow ring in her right eyebrow, a silver stud in her left nostril, and in her belly button. It was also obvious that she was missing a front tooth. She was wearing a small white shirt that exposed her arms and stomach underneath a tight black leather vest, black skinny jeans, and black steel-toed work boots that covered up the cuffs of her jeans.
"Hello, my name is Lexi and I want to be part of the Ridonculous Race," she greeted the camera before crossing her arms, "I'm tough, determined, and for half a million dollars you can bet that I'll be motivated. Plus, if someone cheats me out of the contest, I can live out a personal fantasy of mine by punching a cheater in the face on national TV. That would be awesome."
She continued, naming off, "Plus, seeing new countries and meeting adorable men? What's not to love?" The camera then cut the amused punk off.
Ash Raven
The Nature Lover
17 Years Old
Heterosexual
As the audition tape began, the screen spun around rapidly, as its blurred contents slowly got into focus. A girl sat on a green couch, looking at the camera. She was slightly curvy and visibly muscular, which was especially apparent in her long legs bringing her to a whopping five foot, eleven inches. Her wavy, light-golden blonde hair reached down her back with a silver streak running through the hair's sidebang; the hair itself up in a high ponytail. She had striking grey eyes, helped by her long, dark eyelashes. Her ears were pierced twice, a tattoo of a leopard eye was on her left shoulder, and a few scars could be seen on her person.
"Hi, I'm Ash," she greeted the camera, keeping her tone guarded, "I was hoping that you would allow me to audition for the next season of your show."
Crossing her arms slightly, she continued, "I just turned seventeen a few days ago and was looking for a new thrill to do. I've watched Total Drama for years, and since Ridonculous Race is from the same producers, that's about the same. This year, I have finally worked up the courage to audition."
"I love to go outside and climb anything," she explained a little bit about herself, "Trees, mountains; you name it, I love to climb it. So, I hope you'll consider me for your show."
Ash waved at the camera as it turned off, ending her audition tape.
Blaine Whithers
The Aspiring Photographer
19 years old
Bisexual.
As the audition tape began, a guy with a camera in his hands stood in front of the video camera. He stood at five foot, six inches with an average body frame. He had peach-tinted skin and green eyes. His brown hair was spiked in the front with a blue streak in the front. Black framed glasses adorned his face, as he also wore a purple hoodie with a panda on it, black shorts, and black boots.
"Hey!" he exclaimed with a grin, "My name is Blaine. As you can see, I'm auditioning to be on Total Drama."
Moving his camera in his hands for a moment, he admitted, "Yeah, my dad and I could use the money. But still, I'd be a great addition to your show… hopefully."
Adjusting his glasses for a moment, he explained, "Y'see, I'm a photographer and I enjoy taking pictures. Just thought that I'd throw that in there. So, I really hope you choose me!" With that, the audition tape ended.
Brady Watterson
The Cowardly Jerk
17 years old.
Heterosexual.
The camera faded in from static to show a six foot, one inch tanned French teenager. He had jet-black straight hair, was slim, had brown eyes and freckles. He wore a red tartan shirt and black skinny jeans.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked the camera, "I'm Brady Watterson. I really need the money so I can pay back some loser who's suing me for cyberbullying and destroying his car."
He then went straight to business, saying, "I'm the guy you want on this because it's obvious that I will win it. I've never lost in my life. I just win because…"
He held up a finger, "One, I'm good looking, and two, I'm strong. So you better pick me if you know what's good for you. Brady out. Peace."
Static.
Brooke Laverne
The Kind-Hearted Bookworm
16 years old.
Heterosexual.
The camera faded in from static, showing a girl sitting on her bed with a smile, piles of books stacked to the side of her. Standing at five foot, six inches, she had light-toned skin and a slim, hourglass shaped figure. She wore her long brunette hair in a ponytail as lighter brown bangs could be seen in the front of her face, complimenting her icy blue eyes. She wore a dark-grey long-sleeved hoodie over a fitted navy-blue top, denim flare jeans, and sneakers.
"Hey, I'm Brooke Laverne," she began with a smile, getting right to the point, "I am auditioning because I figured that this would be a good way to see the world, meet new people, and perhaps even find that muse to help me write new stories." She quickly added, "I might like to read a lot, but I also like to write my own stories. Someday, I hope to have them published, but for now, this would be a way for me to get started."
"So, um, please pick me?" she finished, bashfully, as her cheeks flushed slightly and the camera went back to static.
Charlotte Katherina Jeanne
The Enthusiastic Actress.
15 years old.
Heterosexual.
An oddly dressed Chinese-Canadian girl stood in front of the camera in her costume. She stood at five foot, nine inches, and had a slim and elegant performer's body. Her eyes were bright and blue, while her hair was, large, frizzy, and somewhat fluffy. She was wearing a violet leotard under a pink unicorn style hoodie, light blue dolphin style leggings, pink flats, and fake pink cat ears.
"Salutations, Ridonculous Race!" she excitedly greeted, "I am a strong actor and performer who loves your series and would love to audition!"
The camera went to static for a moment, as the locale changed to a dance studio. Charlotte began to dance around, as Tchaikovsky's Pas de Deux played in the background. With grace and elegance, she seemed to be in a whole different world as she danced.
Once she was finished, she bowed, a gentle smile crossing her features. She then did a small happy dance before the camera faded to static once more.
Danielle Moon Mason
The Wild Animal Child
17 years old.
Heterosexual.
The camera faded in from static, showing a girl standing in a forest, a smile upon her face. She was fairly short, only standing at four foot, ten inches. Her skin took on a shade between pale and tan, and her eyes were violet, thanks to the contacts she used to see. Her short brown hair was shorter in the back than it was in the front. There was a visible scar on the bridge of her nose. She was wearing a white tank top under a grey-black sweater with a wolf paw print on one of the pockets, short jean shorts that met her mid-thighs, and black converse.
"Bonjour, crew and host of Ridonculous Race!" the British girl greeted with a shy smile, "My name is Danielle Moon Mason and it would be a great adventure and honor to be casted on your amazing show!"
"I'm very good and don't let my looks, or height, deceive you," she plead her case, "I'm very strong and capable of many things!"
Grabbing a wooden bow that was adorned with feathers and an arrow, she nocked the arrow into the bow and pulled back, before shooting the arrow at the target; hitting the bullseye. She gave a gleeful smile before facing the camera again.
"See!" Danielle exclaimed, "I really hope to meet new people and animals too! Precious dears, they are!" It was then that an orange cat jumped down from a tree and onto her shoulder, mewing.
"Same, Baby Paws; I hope I can be considered, because I'm ready!" she agreed with the animal, fist bumping the air before blushing shyly, "I hope I'm taken seriously." With that, she walked over and turned off the camera.
Davis Cataberry
The One-Man Acapella Group
20 years old.
Homosexual.
As the audition tape started, the viewers could just barely see an extremely tall Thai male (six foot, five inches to be exact) backing up from the camera after pressing record. His skin tone was tanned and his body type was skinny with some muscle. He had brown hair that was parted to the right and was long enough to give him a short ponytail. His eyes were brown with freckles underneath them. He was wearing a white button-up t-shirt with dark green suspenders over it, a red and white diagonal striped necktie, blue jean shorts, and black flipflops.
"Helloooooo, Ridonculous Race Crew," he sung before moving back into his speaking voice, "I am Davis, the Lord of Acapella."
To showcase this claim, Davis belted out a few notes before moving into beatboxing, accidentally getting some spit on the lens of the camera. Noticing this, he reached over and grabbed a napkin, wiping the camera off.
"I'm also nimble, smart, and willing to make an alliance when needed," he continued, "So if you agree with me that Total Drama needs talent, then look no further than me!" As he reached for the button to end the recording, he sang one last word, "Gooodbyyyyye~"
Ethan James Black
The Prankster.
18 years old.
Bisexual.
However, the video didn't start. Don held a hand to his earpiece and asked, "Huh? You ended up picking up this contestant from his antics? So you didn't get an audition video? Fine. I'll try to explain him, just bring a picture of him up."
It was then that a picture of Ethan flashed onto the screen. Standing at five foot, nine inches, he was a Hispanic-American teen with messy, wavy brown hair and hazelnut eyes. He was skinny with some marks of him being muscular to some extent. One thing else noticeable was a medium-sized scratch on his left cheek. In the picture he was wearing a white t-shirt with Captain America's shield on it, blue jeans, and black vans.
"This is Ethan," Don introduced the contestant, "A prankster at heart, who definitely should bring some drama to the show. Next? It's Helen Stone!"
Gertrude Codger
The Thrill-Seeking Grandma.
75 years old.
Homosexual and happily married.
An old, short African-American woman standing at about five foot, two, was sitting on a motorcycle. She was wearing a motocross uniform and a white helmet. She gave a peace sign to the camera, before revving her engine.
As the camera panned out, it showed that she was in front of a ramp that was in front of a burning ring of fire. Revving her engine once more, her motorcycle sped up the ramp. Cheering loudly, the grandma passed through the ring of fire, her motorcycle landing on the other side.
"Heheheheh!" she chortled, giving the camera a thumbs up, "Ole' Gertrude's still got it!" With that, the camera faded to static.
Helen Stone
The Snack Addict.
17 years old.
Heterosexual.
A girl standing at 4'11" was seen in a kitchen, doing some baking. She was extremely pale with curly blonde hair and green eyes. She was chubby and had a pink beret in her hair. She was wearing a white chef's uniform, complete with a top hat.
"Hey, Total Drama!" she greeted, scooping a finger into her batter and taking a bite of her dessert, "You might as well send everyone home, because do they really matter when I'm here?"
She crossed her arms and smiled smugly, "See, I'm a chef in training who has been on this reality show, Underworld's Kitchen. Sure, I lost but I still have a lot more experience than everyone else. You could say that I'm a Reality TV Pro like Noah and Owen."
Taking her spoon and pointing it at the camera, she said, "So. When's my acceptance letter?" With that, the camera shut off.
Isadora Ambar Rayen.
The Exuberant Explorer.
16 years old.
Bisexual.
A Latina sitting on her black bedspread grinned and waved at the camera. She was five foot, six inches tall, with long wispy golden-brown hair that reached past her shoulder with a part on the right side. She had almond-shaped dark brown eyes, dark brown skin and a slight sprinkle of freckles along the length of her cheeks and the bridge of her wide, button nose. Her mouth was small, but with full lips, which went along with her high cheekbones and small ears. Her body type was on the bigger and curvier side with sleek shoulders, big hips, a small chest, large thighs, long legs, and a stomach that she affectionately referred to as "fluffy." She wore a long sleeved red scoopneck shirt, dark blue skinny jeans with rips and frays in them, and red ballet flats.
"Hola, Ridonculous Race," she greeted, and exclaimed with a laugh, "I'm Isadora, and I'd like to be part of your show 'cause I like money!"
She paused thoughtfully for a moment and finally mused out loud, "Plus, it'd be pretty cool to be on a show and make more friends and have that experience."
Her innocent smile turned devious as she mentioned, "Plus, one day, when my sweet husband or my honey and I have kids, I'll be able to embarrass them with archived footage of their Mama embarrassing herself on live national TV and that will be a great and cherishable moment for me." With that, her audition tape ended.
Jackie Lewis
The Ambitious Artist.
15 years old.
Asexual, and does not want a relationship.
A five foot, four inch tall, skinny Indian-Canadian girl made her way onto the screen as the camera faded in from static. She had a medium complexion, extremely curly shoulder-length black hair which was pulled back into a bun, and brown eyes. She wore paint stained pants and a purple t-shirt with musical notes on it.
Instead of speaking or even acknowledging the camera, she began to sing:
"When they get on that train to Niagara
And she can hear church bells chime
The compartment is air conditioned
And the mood sublime
Then they get off at Saratoga for the fourteenth time!
A person can develop la grippe,
La grippe.
La post nasal drip.
With the wheezes
And the sneezes
And a sinus that's really a pip!
From a lack of community property
And a feeling she's getting to old
A person can develop a bad, bad cold!"
She then faked a sneeze, ending the song called Adelaide's Lament and bowed for the camera.
Jake Wolfe.
The Genius Techie.
20 years old.
Heterosexual, and does not want a relationship.
The audition tape faded in from static, showing a handsome Japanese man standing in a messy computer lab. Standing at six foot, one inch, he was well-built and muscular, with tannish skin. His blue eyes were adorned by glasses, while his hair was short, black, and spiky. A scar on his right arm was visible. He was wearing a blue button-up shirt, navy jeans, and black shoes.
"Greetings, hosts of Ridonculous Race," he began, "The name's Jake Wolfe, and I've become a real fan of the show! Knowing you could win half a million dollars by doing insanely awesome and even mental challenges make me all the more interested to join the show."
He crossed his arms and smirked, saying, "I know I don't look like much, but don't worry. I am physically and mentally prepared. I know what this show is all about, and I'm ready to take on the challenge to win the prize."
"With the money, I'll be the next great inventor in history and the world will know my name!" he said with a cocky attitude, "Sayonara, and hopefully I'll be seeing the world soon!" He winked at the camera before turning it off.
James Ronnery
The Computer Hacker.
16 years old.
Heterosexual.
A six foot tall teenager in a hoodie with ones and zeros all over it walked into view of the camera. He had dark brown hair, light blue eyes which were decorated with heavy eyeliner, and pale skin. On closer inspection, it was easy to see that he had a tiny, silver nose ring and and a single black earring. He also wore ripped dark blue jeans and black converses.
"Look," he was blunt and intimidating, "I'm James; remember that. I'm going to compete, win, and become a legend."
He stared right into the camera and continued, "I'm already a computer hacker and have been kicked out of school for it. Whatever. Those bitches won't be laughing at me or hating me when I win! If you know what's good for you, motherfucker, you'll accept me."
With that, the camera turned off.
Joshua "Josh" Prower
The Tragic Comedian.
17 years old.
Pansexual.
In a bedroom, an older brother was teasing and tickling his younger, eight year old brother. The older brother stood at five foot, ten inches, with light skin, jet-black long hair going down to his shoulders, and icy blue eyes. He wore a white shirt with a red rose on it underneath a black leather jacket, a necklace of the Celtic cross, black sweatpants with red stripes, and black sandals.
"Now, now, calm down; I got to do this," he told his younger brother, before turning to the camera, "Hi, my name's Joshua. This is my little bro, Miles. We're big fans, but… well…"
"There was a really bad fire…" Miles added in melancholy.
"Yeah…" Josh continued, "We lost pretty much all we had and what we couldn't carry. We've been staying with friends in the meanwhile."
Changing the subject somewhat, he held back a laugh and said, "My buddy Noah is letting us film the tape here… even though he thinks I'm crazy for wanting to go on your show."
"Hey," a familiar voice from off-screen deadpanned, "I was on three different seasons and I still have terrors."
"Regardless," Josh shrugged, "My jokes and my laughter can only help so much. Ridonculous Race could help me and my bro to start life anew. All I'm asking for is a chance. My brother's only eight. I just want a chance to make it so we both have a stable future together. Mom and Dad… they're up in heaven, so we're pretty much all we have."
He finished by saying, "Please give me a chance to use my jokes and my skills to provide for him," as the camera turned off.
Kayla Rhodes
The Pastel Goth.
17 years old.
Bisexual.
At a party, a group of goths were all gathered together. In the middle of them, was the odd-one out; a pastel goth. Standing at five foot, six inches, she was fair skinned with blue eyes and dyed purple hair that reached down her back. She was noticeably curvy and had a sizeable chest to boot. A mole was on her left cheek and her nose, ears, and belly button were pierced. She was wearing a pastel blue tank-top exposing her belly button, a black skirt, black flats, and three black wristbands on her right wrist.
"Hey, Ridonculous Race," she greeted, her bubbly personality seeming extremely out of character amidst her gothic friends, "I'm a big fan of the first season of the race; especially of Crimson and Ennui! They were great! But uh, that's probably not what you wanna know, huh? Hah."
She nodded for a moment before continuing, "My name's Kayla. Unlike most goths, I'm a pastel goth. Hence all of the… pastel colors, you know?"
"It hurts my eyes," a nearby goth deadpanned, causing Kayla to glare at him.
"Anyway," she turned back to the camera and grinned, "I'm pretty sure I can bring a lot to the show, so I hope you pick me!" She flashed a peace sign, which earned her glares from the rest of the goths, as the camera faded to static.
Kelly Winston
The Over-Preppy Cheerleader.
18 years old.
Heterosexual.
A girl stood in a cheerleader outfit in a gymnasium, red and white pom poms in each hand. She stood at five foot, five inches and was skinny with a good tan. She had blonde hair set in a ponytail by a red scrunchie and light blue eyes with some dimples underneath them. Her cheerleading outfit consisted of a red top with "Woah" written in white on the front and "Go everyone" written in the back in white. It was tucked into her red and white striped skirt which went along with her red and white sneakers.
"Hello there!" she exclaimed, before beginning to cheer, "My name is K-E-L-L-Y W-I-N-S-T-O-N and I'm here to show you what I got."
For what felt like minutes, she began to cheer about things that seemed utterly random. Just the first things that entered her head. Finally ending her cheer-a-thon, she did a split and held her hands up in the air.
"Please select me so I can spread my gleeful cheers across the world!" she exclaimed, shaking her pom poms. With that, the camera fizzled out.
Lily Carter
The Not-So Innocent.
18 years old.
Bisexual.
In her school theater, a short Native American girl standing at five foot, one inch, walked on stage and curtsied to the camera. She had an innocent demeanor about her with reddish-tan skin and a curvy body frame. Her light brown eyes matched her brown hair that was styled into a braid in the back, hiding a scar on her neck. She was wearing a simple white sundress, a shark's tooth necklace, and black flipflops.
"Thank you so very much for your time, Mr. Don," she sweetly spoke, "My name is Lily Carter, and I wish to sign up for your… Ridonculous Race: Stranger Shuffle."
Her slender finger tapped her lips as she gave a hum of musing, "I'm a seamstress and design my own clothes. Hopefully with the money, I can finally open my dream of a personal fashion shop. With half a million dollars, I definitely could."
"But… I'm not just a pretty face," her expression took on a slightly antagonistic undertone for a moment before she curtsied again, "Thank you for your time." It was then that the camera faded into static.
Markus Fang
The Stressed Workaholic.
16 years old.
Heterosexual.
A scrawny, five foot, eight inch boy sat at a desk, before turning his attention to the camera. He had a light complexion, short brown hair, and green eyes. He wore a white button down shirt, a red tie, blue jeans, and brown shoes.
"Hey, Don," the stressed out boy greeted, "I really want to be on your show. When my mom found out, she made me type a three-hundred word essay on why you should let me in the Ridonculous Race. So that's… great." He held up the sheet of paper to show that he wasn't lying, but it was obvious that he was lying about it being great.
"Truth be told, the only reason why I want to join this show is because I want to get away from-"
"MARK!" his mother interrupted him in the background, "Did you finish your paper on the architecture of my building?! Make sure to have a drawn picture too!"
"...That," Mark spoke again, "I have to go. Please let me on your show!" With that, he reached for the camera so he could finish his work, causing the camera to turn to static.
Melissa Donavan
The Failed Manipulator
16 years old.
Heterosexual.
On the next audition tape, a five foot, five inch tall girl with long brown curly hair and hazel eyes could be seen. She had a fair complexion and an average body type. She wore a simple green short-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers.
"Don!" she exclaimed at the camera, "I am going to cause so much drama… I'm gonna manipulate people and… be a jackass." She didn't seem too sure about this, but soon continued to try to convince to the camera that she really was a villain.
"I'm totally not nice!" she continued, "I'm the exact opposite of nice! I will be the greatest villain on this show… maybe. Just let me in and… I'll eliminate more people than you could ever imagine!"
It was then that a cat crawled on Melissa's lap causing her to go, "Awwww… Who's a good kitty? You are! Yeah, you're a good kitty!"
She slowly looked back up at the camera and awkwardly spoke, "Yeah… Totally evil…" Her tape promptly ended.
Mitch Stevens
The Creepy Shut-In
16 years old.
Heterosexual.
The camera faded in from static to show a completely dark room. Inside was a boy covered in a brown cloak, obscuring all of his features. Not counting the hood, he seemed to be around five foot, seven inches.
"The day has come," he spoke in a raspy voice, "The day that I appear before the world…"
He gave a creepy chuckle and said, "My name's Mitch. I'm a bit of an… interesting case, am I not? The mystery of me… It tantalizes you. I can feel it."
He turned and sat down on his bed and said, "I'm done."
"But Mitch, you haven't done anything," his sister, who was holding the camera reminded.
"I'm done." His sister rolled her eyes and scoffed at this as she turned the camera off.
Naoya Ishiyo
The Company Heir.
16 years old.
Bisexual.
Standing in a fancily decorated bedroom, the next contestant began his audition tape. The lanky Japanese boy stood at five foot, seven inches and had pale skin, messy black hair that covered his left eye, and some freckles dotting his nose. He wore a dark blue hoodie, black jeans, a watch on his right wrist, and high cut boots.
"I'm Naoya Ishiyo, son of Keisuke Ishiyo from the Ishiyo Company," he greeted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "I know what you're thinking. What's a rich guy wanting with a reality show anyway?"
"I'm suffocating in this mansion," he sighed annoyed, "I need to meet people. Get fresh air. Live."
He then added, "I know that you like drama causing contestants, so I'll bite. If I dislike someone, I'll eliminate them. Simple as that." He shrugged.
"Just… get me the heck out of here," he groaned, hanging his head. The camera faded to static.
Rebecca Jones
The Aspiring Rock Star.
18 years old.
Heterosexual.
An African-American girl sat in her bedroom, playing her guitar for the camera. She stood at five foot, nine inches, and had dark skin, hazel eyes, and her hair was dyed red and yellow, tied into a French braid. Her body type was skinny with a large chest, while she had a tattoo on her arm that read, "Exploding Volcanoes." She wore a black leather jacket with a red shirt underneath it, a black short skirt, black boots, red lipstick, and a silver watch on her right wrist.
Looking up from her guitar, she spoke, "My name's Rebecca and I'm… obviously auditioning for the Ridonculous Race. I was gonna try for Total Drama, but I don't want to risk Chris killing me."
"So, what do I do?" she asked, "That's easy. I'm a rock star. I'm entering to promote my band, The Exploding Volcanoes. Let me give you a sample of my music here…"
She continued to play her guitar some, only to be interrupted by her mother's voice from downstairs, "Rebecca! Time for dinner! I've made your favorite soup! You know, the one with the froggy smiley face on it?"
Rebecca blushed in embarrassment before reaching for the camera to turn it off.
Robert Liam Joseph Bianca III. Or Liam, for short.
The Classy Gentleman.
20 years old.
Heterosexual.
A Latino man in a suit, tie, and fedora stood in front of a torn up, white wall. The tanned and muscular individual stood at five foot, eight inches, and had neatly brushed, black hair.
"Hola, Canada," he greeted in a thick Mexican accent, "My name is Robert Liam Joseph Bianca the third, but everyone usually calls me just Liam. No, not just Liam, like together, but Liam. Just Liam! No!"
He cleared his throat and said, "Caramba, just ignore, please. Anyway, I have sent you this video to request a spot on el Ridonculous Race! Of course, you know that, but I thought I would just- Nevermind! I am sorry for wasting your time."
Shaking his head slightly, he continued, "Please know that we need the money, and I would give anything to travel the world and see places like Japan and France and España! But, ultimately, it is your decision and I don't want to come across as begging! Gracias for allowing me this opportunity, and I hope you have a wonderful day… Or night!" With that, his audition ended.
Don interrupted the audition tapes for a moment to say, "These next two contestants have really similar names. Huh. Oh, well, we'll deal with it."
Rosa Cortez.
The Unintentional Seducer.
16 years old.
Heterosexual.
The camera focused on a girl talking to a guy. The girl was small and thin, standing at five foot, six inches, with tanned skin, dark brown hair, bright brown eyes with a hint of gold to them, and a dimple on her cheek. She was wearing red lipstick, a black strapless top that showed off the belly button ring she was wearing, a deep red miniskirt, white heeled boots, and a white leather biker jacket that was zipped open.
"Hey…" she said as she spoke to the guy, her hand subconsciously running down his arm, "You look good in that shirt." She turned and faced the camera, a little surprised that it was running.
"Sorry!" she apologized, her attention now fully on the camera, "I didn't see you. I'm Rosa. Rosa Cortez. I have to be on your show. Please accept me! I'll be a great player."
She blushed for a moment and admitted, "I also have a bad habit of flirting with guys… It sucks." She shook her head and instead said, "I hope I get picked," ending her audition tape.
Rosalina Maza
The Yaoi Fangirl.
13 years old.
Bisexual.
An extremely short and skinny Japanese-Canadian middle schooler stepped into view of the camera. Standing at four foot, eight inches, she had fair skin brown hair with pink and purple streaks that were pulled into pigtails. She wore a Japanese school girl outfit that consisted of a white shirt, a purple neckpiece, a purple skirt, a pink scarf, white stockings, and black shoes.
"Hi!" the hyper girl shouted, "So, my name is Rosalina, and I wanted to join the Ridonculous Race! I'm a HUGE yaoi fan, it's like my life. I say you should pick me 'cuz I can get a lot of people to hook up."
On that thought, she added, "Oh, and you should bring Noah and Cody back if you choose me, 'cuz I gotta get them together soon. Or make them have their secret relationship go public. They obviously have one going on. I mean I know Noah competed last season and he has a…" she raised her fingers for finger quotes, "'girlfriend,' but NoCo can still happen! Mark my words! They are so cute together! Geek yaoi is the smexiest. Ooh! And you know what other two guys are cute toge-" It was then that the camera ran out of batteries, cutting her off.
Sam Manniss
The Ex-Intern.
20 years old.
Heterosexual.
A male was seen lifting weights in his room. He stood at five foot, eleven inches and was thin and pale, but with unblemished skin. He had some muscle definition in his arms and legs. He had steel blue eyes, messy chocolate brown hair, a small scar on his right eyebrow, and an S-shaped scar on his elbow. He wore a blue denim jacket over a black t-shirt imprinted with a gold heart on the center surrounded by purple flames, beige cargo shorts, and hiking boots with white socks.
He smirked at the camera and spoke, "Hello. You may not remember me, but my name is Sam Maniss. I was an intern for Total Drama, which meant I was basically a red shirt on Star Trek. Now, $9.50 an hour was nice, especially with the locals and friends I made, but I want more. I wanna try for the prize."
He rationed, "I think I can take this challenge. Hell, I was practically doing them before anyone else. Pick me, and I'll show you what this ex-intern can do." With that, the camera faded to static.
Shakir "Popi" Miller
The Insane Funny Guy.
17 years old.
Asexual, and does not want a relationship.
As the static faded, the camera focused on an African-American male hanging on a branch of a fifty foot tall tree. Standing at five foot, eleven inches, he had almond black eyes, low-cut black hair, and a skinny body frame with some muscles. A huge scar could be seen across his left eye.
"Oi!" he shouted down at the camera man, "Is it on?!"
"Get the hell out of the tree!" the person holding the camera shouted back, who just so happened to be the boy's father.
"No, man!" the boy shouted back.
"For the love of…" the father mumbled before calling out, "Come down so we can film this!"
"Nah, I'm cool," the boy shook his head, "Oh. Bring me food, please."
The cameraman turned the camera towards his own face and pleaded, "Please take him. He's too much to handle. He needs to leave. Please take him. I beg of you."
"Wait!" Shakir shouted from his spot on the branches, "You're talking to the camera?! That means I'm on the TV's! Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad! Hi, me! Let me on this cartoon, please! I heard I could have fun!" Somehow, Shakir had broken the fourth wall.
"Please take him," his father pleaded once more, "I'm desperate." With that, his father turned off the camera, changing the view back to static.
Tai Zhang
The Illusionist.
18 years old.
Homosexual.
The camera turned on to show a mute Chinese man smirking at it. He backed away to show that his audition tape was taking place at a circus tent. He had cream toned skin and a lean, yet muscular build. His eyes were onyx and he had short black hair with bangs covering his left eye. He wore a white long-sleeved collared shirt underneath a sleeveless black vest, black slacks, black dress shoes, and a black top hat.
He took off his hat and pulled a pure white bunny out from inside of it, which caused him to look confused. He shook his head and released the hare. Reaching inside his hat once again, he smiled and pulled out some ashes from the hat.
Blowing the ashes away, they formed in midair before catching on fire, the words forming, "My name is Tai Zhang and I wish to participate in the new season of the Ridonculous Race," before the words faded away.
He pulled out another handful of ash and repeated the process, the words forming, "I will use any means necessary to win the prize, so I can finally be able to move out on my own and perform to my heart's content."
As soon as the words faded, he placed the hat back on his head and bowed, just as the camera began to fade out.
Vanessa Cudgens
The Flirty Geek.
19 years old.
Bisexual.
The camera turned on to show an African-Canadian girl sitting in her room in a lilac two piece bathing suit. She stood at five foot, six inches tall, with long, straight black hair, rich auburn brown skin, and pretty green eyes. She had a round, cute face and a curvy body type, as well as a birthmark on her shoulder that she claimed looked like either Africa or a potato.
"Hey, guys; Vanessa here," she greeted, "I wanna be part of the next Ridonculous Race. Why?"
She giggled for a moment before explaining, "It sounds like a giant video game, and I'm all over that."
She then posed, giving the camera a wink, saying, "Pick me, and you'll get all the sex appeal you need, baby." With that, she ended her audition there.
Victor Burns
The Mean Principal.
52 years old.
Heterosexual, and happily married.
The camera faded in from static to see an older man sitting in an office chair. He was balding, with only a few blotches of grey hairs around his head remaining. He stood at five foot, five, with hazel eyes and a chubby body build. He was wearing a blue suit and tie and was smoking a cigar.
"Kids these days," he grumbled, "So undisciplined. Especially on reality TV! It's embarrassing!"
He gave a smug look and crossed his arms, "However! I'm willing to change all that! Get on the Ridonculous Race and show those brats what's for! So, pick me. That's an order!" With that, the camera faded into static.
Xavier Millstone
The Ace Detective.
19 years old.
Bisexual.
At a crime scene, a group of cops were arresting a diamond smuggler who had been caught by a young detective standing amidst the cops. Standing at five foot, ten inches, he was tanned and had dark brown eyes. His hair was long and black and in a similar style to a previous Total Drama contestant, Alejandro. He wore glasses and had an average body frame with muscular shoulders. His attire was a black sweater vest, a red blazer jacket over it, a white ascot around his neck, black jeans, and black loafers.
"Well done, young Detective Millstone," a cop spoke to him, "Want me to put in a good word for the blokes back at the district?"
"No," the detective spoke in a British accent and shook his head, "How I despise the limelight."
The cop looked confused, but shrugged and moved on. The person holding the camera said, "Xavier! It's on!"
"Thank you, Chip," he turned towards the camera and gave it a wave, "Greetings, Ridonculous Race. My name is Xavier Millstone of the Millstone Family Detective Agency. It's redundant to say that I'm a detective, is it not? Walk with me."
Xavier walked on, Chip walking alongside him so he could film him. Xavier began to speak once more, "I have an IQ of 180 and great deductive reasoning. But… I need a change of pace." An excited smile crossed his face, but his tone stayed calm, "Adventure. Excitement. And a nice trip around the world may do just that, while also spreading the name of my family's detective agency."
Chip turned the camera towards him and added, "Plus, it doesn't help that he's just a big dork. The dude still likes comic books and Power Rangers, can you believe that?!"
Xavier stammered and sputtered when the camera turned back on him, his sarcastic personality shattered. "I-I don't know what you're talking about! Ugh… Just… Just turn it off, Chip." He shook his head, blushing embarrassedly, as Chip did just that.
"And there you have it; the cast of The Ridonculous Race: Stranger Shuffle!" he exclaimed, "Which two contestants will take home the gold? What kind of drama will unfold? What kind of relationships will unfurl? And will any of them make it to the finale without hurling? I doubt it."
He pointed to the camera and said, "Stay tuned for the first episode of... The Ridonculous Race!"
And there you have it! The cast we'll be following for this fic.
I'm already starting work on the first two episode. The first episode will not have an elimination, but the second episode will. Before I end this chapter, there are a couple of review questions I'd like to ask you.
Review Questions:
From their audition tapes, who are you rooting for except for your own character?
Which characters could you see your OC being friends with?:
Which characters could you see your OC getting a crush on?:
Which characters could you see your OC becoming enemies with?:
If you have two OCs, just answer the last three questions twice, but put which OC you're answering for at the top of each set of questions.
Example:
Naoya.
Which characters could you see your OC being friends with?: (Enter characters here.)
Which characters could you see your OC getting a crush on?: (Enter characters here.)
Which characters could you see your OC becoming enemies with?: (Enter characters here.)
Kayla.
Which characters could you see your OC being friends with?: (Enter characters here.)
Which characters could you see your OC getting a crush on?: (Enter characters here.)
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That's all for now. Stay tuned for the first episode of The Ridonculous Race: Stranger Shuffle!