Billy Ondrasik

[Ethan Rom]

Name: Born Jonathan Wendell, nineteen years later, it was Oliver Brentwell, three years afterwards, Marcus Cromwell, six months, Joshua Danes, five days later, Edward Maguire, four years later, Jack Springsteen, one year later and his current name, Billy Ondrasik.

Age: 32, but he's been 30 for the last few years...

What You Do: A well-known public figure, he's known as a popular Shakespearian actor, playwright, opera singer, millionaire and your general success story. He also had invested heavily into several companies, having a share in most of the world's leading companies. He is also a tireless charity worker.

Appearance:





Nationality: British.

Residence: Usually England. Now, it's the Island.

Skills: He's had boxing lessons, fencing lessons, piano lessons, dancing lessons...plenty of lessons. He's highly intelligent, charming and logical. On the surface.

Weaknesses/bad habits: He's a liar. Every other word is a lie. He also feels a compelling need to be perfect at everything, and loved by absolutely everyone. Every so often, he grows tired of his name, and changes it to something, 'better'. He's constantly trying to learn new things in order to better himself. While on the outside, he seems to have it all, inside he's deeply unhappy and unsatisfied with himself. His own preoccupation with becoming perfect means he often has a cold disregard for other people. This means he has no friends, no family left, and has had very few stable relationships. For want of a better word, he wants to be superman.

Frequent moods/expressions: A soft-spoken, articulate, well-mannered gentleman. In fact, he gives to charities, particularly children's hospitals, orphanages and equal rights groups. But he is prone to intensely violent mood swings when things don't go his way, and has a ruthless, cold logic about him.

Reason for the flight: An unusual case, he directed all of his efforts toward renewing a canceled television series about 'space cowboys'. His valiant attempts were unsuccessful, however. He was opening a new children's hospital in Australia, when he heard the studio had closed a deal if he agreed to finance the first new season. He was one his way to L.A to complete the deal when the plane crashed.

Item from wreckage: The manuscript for his new book.

[ana]

Seriously, how many characters do you now have? And here's another slightly unhinged one to the mix. Good flashback, but remind me never to get on your bad side.

[Severin]

Just a second.

1. Bruce Pickett: Henry Ian Cusick
2. The Operative: Chiwetel Ejiofor
3. Harvey Cold: Christian Kane
4. Darrius Vane: William Mapother
5. Howard Skelton: Brett Cullen
6. Ethan Rom: William Mapother
7. Billy Ondrasik: Chiwetel Ejiofor
8. Percy Severin Darling: Ralph Fiennes
9. Cyrus Tager: Nathan Fillion
10. Hamilton McCarthy: Adam Baldwin
11. Declan Clay: Sean Bean
12. Reuben Love: Karl Urban
13. Gene Carver Hein: Ralph Fiennes
14. Junior: William Mapother
15. Henry Elder: Joaquin Phoenix
16. Wyatt Elgyn: Matthew Fox
17. Ronald Edison: Michael Emerson
18. Seymour 'Reaper' Wickham: Jack Davenport
19. Jay McIntyre: Johnny Messner
20. Sonny Hoban: Alan Tudyk
20. Mayor Richard Wilkins 3rd: Harry Groener

[ana]

A psychologist would say that your spilt personality disorder was getting out of hand.

[Severin]

Someone rate my actors.

[Hollywood Heidi]

Yet another intriguing character with an intriguing past. How you keep up this insane number of characters is way beyond my understanding. *bows down*

[Billy]

I've deleted that flashback I wrote, it's no longer part of Billy's past, and the killing people thing might not be either. I'm just going to play him on the island for a while before I decide more of his past.

[Billy]

"And we all know, this is just one more step, and with some hope, a successful one." finished Ondrasik, with a smile. There was polite clapping from the crowd in front of the stand, and flashes as reporters took picture after picture. He took the large, novelty scissors, proceeding to-wards the ribbon in front of the hospital. Then, he stopped, and looked back at the selection of people on the stage with him. A few officials in suits, the lovely woman who introduced him, the head doctor, and a collection of small children, sick with one thing or the other.

"In fact..." he stepped back from the ribbon, and walked over to the first child, crouching down. He picked the weakest and cutest. The crowd realized what he was doing, and many people couldn't help smiling with approval and fondness for the public figure. He guided the small child to-wards the ribbon. "Here we go."

He lifted the child up slightly so he was close enough to cut the ribbon, and as the red material fell away, there was more than polite clapping, there was applause. And he couldn't help smiling warmly at the crowd. He lived for this. For the applause, for the love from these people he didn't know the names of.

[Hollywood Heidi]

Aw, isn't he a sweetheart... at least in the public's view.

[ana]

I suddenly feel like being sick

That's a bit of a leap from the murderous flashback you posted before. But i think i like it better. He's an attention seeker, which will no doubt be amusing on the island.

[Billy]

Name: Peter Manolin

Age: 28

Occupation: A stage actor.

Appearance:

Overview: A friendly, thoughtful stage actor, and Billy's 'rival' although he doesn't know it.

[Billy]

He braced himself. And then they came. Pieces of paper shoved forward with pens, greetings from all sides, and Edward Maguire did what he usually did. He smiled, talked to them, signed their paper.

Women, mainly, looking for autographs as always. He did have fans, many fans of his plays, but he was always slightly disappointed for two reasons. Firstly, they favored his acting over his writing. And secondly, he was always second best to someone else.

Peter Manolin. Whether he was the lead, a supporting part, even in another play...anything good that was said about Edward, someone said something even better about Manolin. Stronger, a better actor, more good-looking...it was a constant struggle just to keep up with this guy.

Manolin had always been friendly and civil to Edward, but no, it had to be an act. A snide, superior 'bigger man' thing, a way of telling Edward that he was second best and always would be. At the moment, he was surrounded by twice as many admirers, a few feet away. He inwardly fumed with jealousy, but continued to wear his smiling face.

He'd be better than Manolin one day, and when he did, then Manolin would be the one trying to reach the top again.

[Vivian Waters]

Great job, as always. Billy is a STAR!!! ~Whoosh~

[Billy]

"Three. Two. One."

The camera began rolling. Edward was dressed casually, a dark T-shirt and simple blue jeans. He stood before a white screen, recording the advertisement. He raised his hand, waited for a moment, and then with a slight look of remorse, snapped his fingers.

"Cut. Perfect. Thank you, Mr Maguire."

Three hours after he'd filmed the advertisement, he was dressed in a crisp grey, pin-striped suit, standing before a crowd of seated people, cameras going off now and then. He unfolded the sheet of paper with the true story printed on it, in full, horrifying detail, and began to read.

"Little Girl Tortured is the title." he said solemnly. "In 1997, on a balmy still September night in the tranquil Australian bushland of the Northern Territories Tomkinson River (near the township of Maningrida), a beautiful 16-year-old girl named Annie is alerted to the dull mechanical thud of a vehicle heading her way. Feeling nervous and a little insecure, Annie quietly slips into her home and listens." He allowed for a pause as the audience tensed.

"The noise of the oncoming vehicle is piercing and threatening in her normally quiet peaceful harmonious Aussie bush home. It keeps coming louder and louder, closer and closer. She waits and listens anxiously. Her nerves and adrenaline heighten to a point where she cant take it any longer. She has to look. As she takes a peek, a bright spot light temporarily blinds her. Completely confused and dazed shes not sure what to do. Before she can react, a searing pain strikes her in the neck as two long sharp barbs of steel penetrate deep into her flesh. She reels in pain back into the security and familiarity of her home. Tearing at the barbs deep in her neck, she feels the strain of a cord running from the barbs to the vehicle and male voices of excitement."

He injected a slight note of bitterness into 'excitement' as he continued in his smooth, clear voice. As he spoke with the mens' voices, he sent out a strong, rough, flawless Austrailian accent.

"Four desperate adult men pull at the cord as they shout, "We got her. We got her. Hang on to her. Keep the strain on!" They tug on the cord knowingly. Those men know she cant get the barbs out and its just a matter of wearing her down and dragging her to them. Struggling and resisting with all her might, the poor helpless girl is dragged to what she fears is certain torture and death. Exhausted, breathless, totally blinded by a spotlight thats right in her eyes, she is so weak she can hardly move, so starved for energy and air shes virtually frozen in fear and pain. Being dragged by the neck from her home is so traumatic; she doesnt feel the noose go around her head."

There were one or two gasps from the crowd, and even the cameras had stopped flashing. He waited, and then kept going.

"Exhilarated by the hunt, revelling in the thrill of the chase and amused by the fight of their prey, totally oblivious to her pain and fear and without remorse, the men mercilessly pull her into the vehicle. They gaffer tape her legs together; tie her arms together behind her back; tape her eyes shut and have her mouth gagged. Very, very happy with their prey, they head for their hideout. The most beautiful of girls is bound so tight that she goes from numb to excruciating pain, yet unable to utter a sound. Almost totally incoherent from cramps and searing pain, she hears the men shout, "Theres another one. Lets get her!" Whack they drive in the barbs and reel another in. She's even younger and barely an adolescent, easily manhandled, bound and thrown in the vehicle."

Again, he allowed to audience to take in the story. He was an expert at this. And it was indeed something he felt passionatly about. Ending cruelty like this.

"Imagine poor little Annie's nightmare and torment as she lies in pain and fear when they pull up.' The men manhandle her to a dusty old shed; throw her on the ground and mill around smoking and laughing for what seems like hours. Then she hears it! Sssskkk, a rifle is loaded and cocked. Annie feels the cold steel of the barrel touching her head. "No not there, you have to shoot them here one man exclaims." "Here?" the other man questions. "Yeah. Thats it, now angle it up towards her brain." "Yeah, thats it" he directs."

He suddenly spread his arms wide, his voice raising to make people jump in their seats. "BOOM!" Another few seconds of waiting. "Her torture and torment is finally over but while shes still twitching, they skin her."

He folded up the piece of paper, slipping it away into his breast pocket.

"No one mourned the death of Annie. No one will shed a tear at her passing or even remember her. No one cares that Annie died so horrifically because Annie was a crocodile."

Everyone in the room was completely silent, and the next speaker for animal rights started to get nervous, ready to come on. "Written by Steve Irwin. Thank you."

[Billy]

Name: Susie Richdale

Age: 33

What You Do: Primary school teacher.

Appearance:


Nationality: British.

Residence: Britain-land.

Skills: She's smart, friendly, a little kooky and well-liked.

Weaknesses/bad habits: Socially inept, and a little awkward. She's very clumsy and occassionaly makes faux pas comments.

Frequent moods/expressions: Friendly, smiling and good-natured.

[Gwen Havers]

Heh. You forgot "can drink an enormous amount of wine with little to no side effects." Tamsin Greig is my hero!

And oh, that animal rights speech was mean. Crocodile?

[Cyrus]

I love Tamsin Greig too. She's beautiful, I think. Caroline and Guy forever!

[Hollywood Heidi]

Wow, I knew it would be an animal when I was reading that but not until maybe the second or third paragraph. I guessed either a kangaroo or crocodile. Aw, by Steve Irwin? He was a great man.

Thanks for sharing that. It was really good and I bet he's happy that you're sharing his work.

[Billy]

Thanks, Heidi. #hug4yj# As you know, he was one of my heroes.

January 15th 1989

I have decided to record a journal of my thoughts. A diary. Sometimes it feels as if I have too many thoughts, and I start to ache when I feel them all overflowing to the point where I want to say them, to say my real thoughts to this world. So yes, a diary will be useful, don't you agree?

For this, I have purchased an ink fountain pen costing £19.99. I drew a strange glance from the man in the shop who packaged it, no doubt wondering why I was spending such...a large amount on a pen. But the pen is mightier then the sword. Battles and wars are won by the sword, but the history of the world is recorded by pen, and history is the most important thing in the world, don't you agree? My favorite subject when I was at school. Fascinating, all these facts of people who lived over 1000 years ago. People who deserve to be remembered, people who molded the world to make it what it is today. We can't simply forget, or we repeat history. We appear to be doing that anyway. We're a failure as a species and as a people.

The reason for this failure is due to our complete acceptance. I saw a fat man today in the same shop I bought a pen in. It was disgusting. Does it take that much effort to just exercise? I do it every day. It isn't difficult. But that man, I could tell just from the look on his face that.....his body will never so a somersault. And what's worse, he had a wedding ring on his pudgy sausage fingers. Who could be attracted to this person? Someone of equal hideousness?

That's the reason. People accept the way they are because of constant encouragement, all these false messages telling them they're perfect just the way they are. Honestly, I'd like not sweating when I eat. But he accepts it. Why change, when he is loved by someone else? He should be improving himself, don't you agree?

I'm always improving myself. I fired my physical trainer today. I'd gotten better then him. You'd think he'd be thankful, but no. Terrible. I'll hire a better one...a female one....shortly.

I must now finish writing my new play. The last one 'lacked real depth' according to that homosexual critic in the broadsheet paper. This one will have plenty of depth, and then he'll have nothing to say.

I just noticed my handwriting had slipped a little. Keeping a diary will help me practice more.

[pearl]

Man I have a lot of work to do! *rolls up her sleeves* Let's start!