Chris and Chef were sat in a small room around a desk, absent-mindedly looking through potential contestants in front of them while Doppel provided… 'useful' commentary. Ember was just awkwardly sat off to the side of the room, playing on a game console to pass the time.
"How about… ooh, this gamer guy could be a great jerk for this!" the AI noted, as Chris furled his way through a file, "You guys need a bad guy, right?"
"Can't have him, he's sexist. Apparently, just having him here 'lowers ratings'," Chris lamented, a tinge of sadness in his voice as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Ooh-kay, how about this guy named… Deece Nuts? That's a weird name…" Doppel commented as they peered at Chef's current paper, causing Chris to spit practically all of his coffee out and Ember to let out a small snort in amusement.
"Wait, I gotta see this," Chris grinned, snatching the paper out of the cook's hands, getting a 'hey!' in protest from the burly man.
"Forget it, this guy is unusable, jeez," Chris cried, as Chef rolled his eyes at the host, "Whatever, let's just move on to the next guy, then."
Both of the hosts picked up new sheets, and Doppel immediately began to commentate again, "What about this guy? He's a ninja, that's cool!"
Chef's eye twitched in irritation, as he crumpled up the paper and threw it behind him, "How does that stinking robot keep seeing everything I do!"
Doppel's 'face' took over the room's screen, contorted into a childish pout, "I'm not robot, I'm an AI! They're very different things! And, to answer your question, I'm… almost completely omnipresent in here! I can see almost everything in this castle… other than in that nasty outhouse you guys put in… and I can just 'tune out' rooms I don't feel like being in or listening to!"
Chris sighed in relief, "Phew… the confessional outhouse is a classic… good to see that secrets will be 'completely safe' in there."
"So… back to looking at these guys, how does this bug-loving girl sound? Says here she has… fire ants as pets," Doppel suggested, pointing at the app in Chris's hands.
"SHE HAS WHAT?" Chris shouted, throwing the app in the growing pile of denials almost immediately, "I'm the one that's supposed to be putting the contestants in potentially life-threatening danger, not each other!"
Ember made a minor comment under their breath, "Maybe giving Doppel free reign of this place was a terrible idea…"
"I can hear you~" Doppel commented in a sing-song voice, their AI face changing to a mildly infuriating smile as they did so, much to Ember's chagrin.
The darkness of an almost empty stage was suddenly illuminated, as the first of two flaming batons was launched into the air. Immediately, it was succeeded by a second, both of which were being juggled by one Chander Wicker.
The acrobat himself stood at a fairly average 5'9, with ivory-toned skin. His narrow yellow eyes were deep in concentration, however the way his face was lit up showed that he was clearly enjoying what he was doing - the smile on his face was a dead giveaway. His fluffy hair was a clearly dyed white, as his dark brown roots were visible. It was styled into a quiff, resting softly upon the performer's forehead.
After a minute of simple juggling, the acrobat grabbed the two batons with a grin, bowing to the empty seats, just for the sake of showmanship, if he was being honest. Carefully avoiding touching his shoulder with the baton, he dusted off the black suit vest - which had three golden buttons keeping it closed - he was wearing above a white dress shirt. Between his two hands, he had several silver rings, plus one black rope bracelet attached to his right wrist. Below the vest, he wore black jeans, with a gold chain wrapped above his legs. Around his left thigh was a light brown metal accent, with spike shapes circling around it. Finishing off his very… eccentric ensemble was a pair of deep purple boots.
Typically, the acrobat would've worn his usual performing gear, however he was feeling a little bit impatient today, and was merely attempting to pass the time with his little practising.
"Hmm, let's see, I'll add a third baton now. Nothing too flashy yet, gotta save those for my grand debut," he declared to nobody in particular, swiftly grabbing an extra baton that was instantly set alight with one of the two in his hands. The acrobat got right back into his juggling, the third baton hardly deterring him at all.
What did surprise the acrobat, however, was when he was suddenly called by his younger sister, Lenti, who had made her way into the room while he was preoccupied with the batons.
"Hey, Chander!" she called out to the acrobat, waving a letter in her arms to get his attention. The acrobat caught all three batons in quick succession, jumping off of the stage with a grin on his face, "You got something!"
"What'cha got for me?" he smirked, using his innate height advantage over the fourteen year-old to nab the phone, subconsciously throwing the flaming batons he was still holding over his shoulder as he did so.
"Ohoho…" he grinned to himself as he read through the letter, his laughter coming off as mildly unsettling, "Total Drama, you better be ready!" he laughed, unaware of the mayhem he had left in his wake as he ran off to prepare himself.
"Chander! Fire! Again!" Lenti's panicked voice rang out, pointing towards the stage… which was on fire thanks to the acrobat's antics.
Chander poked his head back in with a sheepish grin, although the news of getting accepted was still fresh in his mind, "I'll deal with that later!"
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight… nine! Alright, got nine of those, no more, no less, that's great!" a suspiciously familiar voice called out, as they looked through their items. Just from a quick listen, the voice was exactly the same as Total Drama veteran, Trent. However, just one look at the voice's owner proved that it was just an impression, and that the nine-obsessed guitarist wasn't returning.
Casey Desmond shook her head in exasperation, "Nope, that's not gonna do it," she sighed to herself, "I wanna start some drama, but that'd just get annoying," she rolled her almond-shaped grey eyes, thinking over her options.
The copycat had light caramel-toned skin, and a wiry, fit build, with a small bust and large hips, standing at a fairly average 5'7. Her jet black hair was styled into two french braids that cascaded down to her butt, and she looked to the ceiling of her room in frustration, "Scarlett's a definite no," she admitted, "I'm not going psycho. And I haven't even watched that Stardom season yet, so I can't exactly copy one of those guys, can I?"
The copycat wore a gray denim short panted jumper with gray flowers littering the seams above a plain, black t-shirt. She also wore knee-high striped black and grey socks, alongside black converse, giving her an appearance full of neutral colours. Casey's musings were interrupted by her phone going off, and the copy-cat looked at the notification with intrigue.
"What's this?" she asked herself, raising an eyebrow at the sudden notification, smirking as she saw what was on the email, grabbing a very Chris-like dark blue polo shirt from across the room, "And Casey obviously gets accepted, meaning that now she's got an easy path to one! Million! Dollars!"
The copycat grinned at her impression of Chris, but she quickly moved back to her strategy thoughts, "I can't pull off an Alejandro or Justin, and I actually want to win this, so I am not doing a Max… still, that gives me a few options to work with, hehe."
"Whatever, I can absolutely pull off a win anyway. Mwahahahaha!" she finished off, ending with an exact replica of Max's laugh, "Man, that one's good. Note to self, do it again."
Jessica Belle Quinn gave a dramatic bow to the crowd, as her final magic show for quite some time ended. From behind the curtains, a cloud of purple green smoke emitted, and the magician slowly walked into it without even looking, disappearing into the fog. Once the fog was gone, she had also disappeared completely from sight, leaving the crowd in wonder.
Once she had slipped through the curtains, Jessica took off her dark blue, dome-like helmet, wiping some beads of sweat off of her forehead as she did so, while her long, wild black hair unfurled. She took her black top hat with a purple from on top of her helmet, planting it firmly on top of her head. She also wore a lime green shirt beneath a black coat, with a purple scarf wrapped around her neck and white theater gloves on each hand. She also wore black dress pants and shoes, keeping her magician vibe - very fitting with her occupation.
She had a pear-shaped build, and light brown skin. Her dark green eyes looked around at the backstage, not really focusing on anything in particular just yet. Dark purple diamond-shaped earrings hung from her ears, and a mole was sat beneath her right eye. Much like Chander, she was 5'9 tall.
"Well, that definitely went well," the magician commented as she moved to the other end, setting her helmet down as the headgear's glow dimmed, grinning to herself, "Of course it would, I am Mysterio, Mistress of Illusions, after all!"
The magician raised her arms out for dramatic effect, her hair getting thrown back as she did so, before she grabbed the helmet in front of her, "Gramps, I think I've done you proud here - the crowds were mesmerized! That's another for the 'perfectly done shows' counter" (for your interest, it currently sat at around 5-in-a-row)
Jessica put the helmet right back on, smirking as the glow returned and her voice was given a robotic tone, "Whatever, now I just have to wait for - oh, looks like that's my cue!"
The magician's phone buzzed, and she picked it up, her helmet's lack of expression betraying the excitement she felt as she read through it, "I've got somewhere else to entrance with my illusions… nice. Looks like I've got time for one more trick, anywho…"
Jessica equipped a pair of gauntlets and a pair of boots, both of which emitted a cloud of smoke that covered the magician. Much like her grand 'exit' from the stage, once the smoke had disappeared, so had she.
Anurag Merkit, usually just known as Anu, smiled as he read through his personal accept for Total Drama: Digital Mayhem. The roleplayer was stood in front of a grand desk, and his phone was swiftly set to a side in exchange for a large roll of parchment, which he swiftly unfurled to reveal a map, which appeared to be a fantasized version of the main castle - a large, dirty road leading to the castle, within which was what appeared to be a large well. Various other images were also drawn on, but those were the most notable.
He had medium brown skin, and stood at 5'7 tall. He was lean but fairly muscular, with his legs being particularly long. It was hard to tell what his actual eye colour was, since he wore very unique contact lenses that made the whites of his eyes yellow, and his pupils black, horizontal and slitted, giving him a frog-like vibe. He had straight, black hair in a crew cut, although most of it was hidden beneath a bright green beanie, with two ear flaps flopping down from each side. It was also decorated with frog eyes and eardrums… it was easy to tell what his favourite animal was.
He wore a yellow t-shirt with bright green sleeves, long green pants, and had a pink scarf that looked like a long froggy tongue wrapped around his neck. For… whatever reason, he was wearing vivid yellow swim fins on his feet as well. On his belt, various leather patches of assorted herbs and flasks of unknown liquids (actually sugar water and food colouring), were placed. Propped against the desk was a toy spear, complete with a price tag.
"There it is… the the Prismatic Well of Nohomo, Princess," Anu dramatically pointed out to his bullfrog, who was currently just sat on the desk, passively. He - yes, Princess was male - was a large Indian bullfrog wearing a very sparkly pink tiara.
"Now that we've safely acquired passage into the Shrouded Castle of Fivefeetapart, Brillup Lilyheart and his trusty companion can finally reach their ultimate goal," he narrated, before changing his aim to the castle, "All we have to do is win the favour of the castle's royalty, and we'll be able to brew a potion from the well's waters to cure any ailment."
"Not to mention the… other being within the walls, too," Anu noted, scratching his chin as he tried to figure out what to refer to Doppel as, "But I'm confident that we can win their favour!"
"Rrrribit," Princess let out a low ribbit, causing his bright blue vocal sacs to inflate, as Anu reached into one of his satchels. The roleplayer pulled out a frozen mouse, throwing it into the bullfrog's gaping mouth.
"And besides, this might be our last adventure, so let's make it our best!" he declared, pumping a fist in cheer as Princess contentedly enjoyed that dead mouse.
The sound of loud drumming echoed throughout a studio, as Tobias Wilson played the drums to the best of his ability from atop his stool. While the drummer's bandmates had - save for one - already left, this was at Tobias's own house, so of course he'd be able to stay back to practice more himself. The drummer, in a rapid succession, struck the top of his drumset, smirking at the resulting music.
If one thing… stood out about him, it was his height. Or, more accurately, his complete lack of height, given that he was only a mere 4'0 tall. His build was leaning towards the muscular side, although it was still fairly average. His sharp brown eyes were focused on his drumming, while his brown hair was cut into a messy mohawk. He had pale white skin as well, and he flicked one of his drumsticks in the air with a confident expression on his face.
The drummer simply wore a dyed blue leather jacket over a plain white shirt, alongside denim jeans and brown sneakers on his feet, keeping it pretty simple. After a few quick riffs, the drummer increased the tempo, the music getting increasingly faster and intense as he kept on going. While he was absorbed in playing the drums (and because he was… quite loud, to say the least), he completely missed his phone getting a quick notification.
"Yo, dude, you got something," the bandmate - a guitarist, if the guitar on his back said anything about him - told the drummer, not getting a reply from Tobias. He let out a short sigh, "Sorry about this, shortie, your pho-"
"DON'T CALL ME SHORT YOU FUCKING IDIOT, I TOLD YOU NOT!" Tobias immediately went on the aggressive, whipping out his drumstick at the guy, "What do you want?" he scowled.
"Look dude, I had to get your attention somehow, but I'm pretty sure you just got accepted onto that Total Drama show you signed up for," the guitarist mentioned, handing Tobias the phone.
"You could've waited for to finish, but, ugh, fine, let me take a look at it," the drummer snatched the phone out of his hands, smirking to himself as he read the notification, "Good to see those TV bigwigs have got some taste, hell yeah!"
Tobias whooped his arms out in celebration, getting a high-five from the guitarist at the news as he hopped off of the stool, "Call the rest of us back, we've gotta celebrate this, right?"
He pointed to the guitarist with a drumstick, who threw a quick thumbs-up his way to confirm as he started calling the others. Tobias then hopped onto the stool, a confident smirk on his face, "I've got enough time to pre-emptively celebrate my victory, right? Eh, who cares, right?"
The relative 'peace' of a running track was disturbed as a quartet of runners stampeded in their way to the finish, with one standing out from the rest as the likely winner. After a quick, although heated, race, the woman in the lead won, as her fellow racers also scattered about after the race. Jacqueline Morgan Townsend, or more usually just known as Jackie, was the winner, and the woman took in her small victory with a proud smile.
She had chocolate-brown skin, and stood at an average 5'6. She was fit and toned, with strong arms and notable thick, sturdy thighs and legs - natural, due to her career as a runner. She had blue eyes and long, straight black hair. She wore a white sports jacket over a red athletic vest that left her midriff uncovered, black spandex shorts, and her outfit was completed with black-and-red sandals. She had purple, pearly earrings in each ear, purple eyeshadow, and purple painted lips and nails as well.
Building down from a sprint, to a jog, to just a walk, Jackie made her way to the stands to get herself a refreshing bottle of water. Grabbing her bottle from the locker room, she took a long sip out of it, finishing it before one of her opponents came over to her, a large smile on her face.
"Hey, Jackie, congrats on winning the race!" the other girl congratulated, giving Jackie a large smile as the athlete took in the praise.
"Heh, thanks, you weren't too bad yourself," Jackie smirked right back, planting the bottle back where it came from as she turned around to face the second place finisher, a cheeky smile on her face, "Maybe you'll win next time, but that's not gonna happen. Not while I'm around."
"Hey!?" the other girl protested at the comment, shocked at the comment, "I could beat you - I've done it a few times!"
"I was just joking, and besides, I won't even be here for a few weeks," Jackie added on, throwing her hand out as the other girl raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Wait, where are you even going?" she inquired curiously, crossing her arms as she looked at the athlete, who had reached into her bag from inside her locker.
Pulling out her phone, Jackie revealed the message she got to the other girl with a smirk, "Total Drama, that's where. It's starting in like a week, so I've gotta pack my things and get ready as soon as possible."
"Oh, good for you!" the other girl smiled, as Jackie put her phone away.
"Heh, thanks. I'm confident I can win it, so all I've gotta do now is just pull that off," she smirked, putting her hands to her hips.
Octavia DuPont frowned slightly to herself as she did some more of her make-up within her room. The actress wannabe was getting a little bit impatient, as she waited for any response for her recent application for Total Drama - it had been a week already!
If one thing stood out about Octavia, it was that she was TALL, standing at a whopping 6'9. She had a fit build as well, and was notably busty and, well, conventionally attractive, so to speak, with white skin. She had long blonde hair that went very far down her back, and blue eyes that were focused on her make-up. Her eyelashes were notably fake, as well.
Clothes-wise, she wore a purple, skin-tight top with short sleeves covering her shoulders, which were in turn covered by a pair of shoulder pads. On her lower half, she wore a cream-coloured skirt and a black panty house, and her outfit was finished with black boots with pink soles, with similarly vibrant pink fur on the top.
"And… done! Perfect." she smirked, closing her make-up kit and looking at herself in the mirror in front of her, "I'm like, so pretty. Of course I am, but it doesn't hurt to remind myself, does it?"
"Whatevs, all I've gotta do now is just wait for that Chris guy to accept me. I know he will, but unfortunately I have to wait like everybody else," she moaned, crossing her arms and letting out an indignant huff in annoyance.
Her prayers were fortunately answered as her phone lit up with a sudden notification, and the media darling scrambled to check what it was. Scrolling past junk mail and advertisements, she was greeted with exactly what she wanted, a 'You've been accepted' email in large letters. Ignoring the rest of it (which was mostly just safety warnings), she threw her arms back and let out a triumphant smile.
"They're not as stupid as I thought, like of course they'd come right back to me," she grinned, and immediately got right back to business, "Now, what to pack… like of course I need all of my make-up…"
The media darling immediately grabbed a large purple suitcase and began to pack it, putting a concerningly high amount of make-up in there, "And there's so much more I've got to pack as well…"
A man clicked a microphone off, nodding to himself with a small smile as he finished recording… whatever he was recording. Looking around the room, it was clearly a studio of some kind, and the man threw a thumbs-up to somebody else, signalling that he was finished for the day.
Rival Seizon was the vocalist's name, and he stood at an above-average 6'0 tall. His build was lean and somewhat muscular, but his muscles weren't exactly well-defined. He had a pale skin tone and fairly relaxed red eyes. His light blonde hair was clearly left to its own devices, with the front running down to just above his eyes - without covering them, while the back was chin-length with several strands sticking out.
His outfit was on the simpler side of things - a light blue hoodie pulled on over a plain black shirt, and dark blue pants that covered the entirety of his legs. He also had white sneakers on his feet, finishing his look. The vocalist made his way out of the recording room, where he threw a wave towards one of his co-workers as he left the soundproof room.
"So, that's all for today?" the co-worker asked him, raising an eyebrow as they double-checked with the vocalist.
"Yep. I think I've managed to nail the song now - it took me a while, haha - and it's getting pretty late," Rival explained, choosing to ignore the slight buzz from his phone since he was talking to someone, "I'll be coming back to it tomorrow, anyway."
The co-worker nodded in understanding, accepting Rival's explanation, "Alright," he agreed, seeing the logic in Rival's point before he remembered something, "Hey, didn't you mention signing up for Total Drama? How's that gone?"
"I doubt they'll accept me, I'd think they'd tell if I got in," the vocalist admitted, shrugging with one hand as a slight smile formed on his face, "But I had to give it a shot. If I don't get in, well, I can't say I didn't see it coming."
The co-worker just nodded along, "Fair. Well, see you tomorrow, then," he waved goodbye to Rival, who began to walk out.
Just before he left, but once he was out of 'in-a-conversation' territory, Rival opened up his phone to check the notification, his eyes widening as he saw the offending one being an accept for Total Drama.
Turning back to the co-worker with an exasperated smile, Rival simply had one thing to say, "So, about Total Drama…"
And there's the first eight contestants! I tried to do a similar style to Total Drama Kingdoms by Clown Princess Phoebe, or Total Drama Stardom by Space Zodiac (not my one lol) in the intros, which is why this took a bit of time to finish. But I think it's more interesting than just a list of names, creators and stereotypes, no? Also gives me a chance to get to know how to write these guys before I put them in the crossfires of Total Drama, which is always a plus.
Total Drama 2023… hasn't happened in this universe, I'll just say it right here. I love the season… but it hasn't happened yet.
Anyways, there's a few types of character I'm looking for: antagonists, and techies (programmers, mechanics, etc.). I've got a few of each, yeah, but I'd definitely like to see some more. I'd also say to avoid sending musicians or performers, there's already quite a few of each in the cast and they aren't exactly the 'intended crowd', if you get what I'm saying. Please don't all send me techies and antags though, haha. 90% of the apps I've got have been pretty good with a few exceptions, so even if you don't see your OC here there's still a chance they might get into the final cast.
To those of you with OCs in the cast, I have but one simple question: Have I portrayed them right?
And of course, here's the names, stereotypes and creators of our first eight contestants:
1: Anurag 'Anu' Merkit/Brillup Lilyheart - The Frog Roleplayer (The Feline Overlord)
2: Casey Desmond - The Copycat (Jade's One of a Kind)
3: Chander Wicker - The Aerobic Mischief (Space Zodiac)
4: Jacqueline 'Jackie' Morgan Townsend - The Competitive Athlete (thedragonrooster)
5: Jessica Belle Quinn - The Mysterio-Like Magician (Tech-Star)
6: Octavia DuPont - The Media Darling (DaringDF1827)
7: Rival Seizon - The Selfless Vocalist (SinWriter7)
8: Tobias Wilson - The Short-Tempered Drummer (SilverSnow864)