<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px">Michael Holder</span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 10px">Twenty-three year old male,<br/>
Camera man for a survivalist television show.<br/>
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</div></div><span style="font-size: 15px">Before waking on a deserted beach, the last thing that fair-skined, dark haired Michael Holder remembered was the storm and the wave which capsized the boat and tore Zoe from his arms.  The details of how he made it to the beach were uncertain.  Did he stay awake long enough to make land and then pass out or did fate allow his still living unconscious body to wash up on this island? <br/>
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Michael's body felt sore to him.  Wearing black shorts and a dull orange shirt, he managed to stand and visually inspected what he could see of his body, not being able to see his backside from his butt upwards.  No visible wounds.  That was good.  <br/>
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The sun was hot.  He noticed that he'd washed ashore in a small cove, with the beach curling out of sight to the right and the left, behind some rocks....  Washing up there would have hurt!  God, or the Devil, or Fate wanted him to make it at least this far in one piece.<br/>
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Michael's leg's became more sure as he began walking up from the shore to the line of trees.<br/>
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+ + +</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"><span style="font-size: 15px">Open for interaction, except Blake, Bobby, Danny and Zoe (different part of the island)</span></span>