<span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Cal<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span>20<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Gender:</span>Male<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Role: </span>Survivor<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Extra: </span>Cal is a happy go lucky stoner, who tries to make the best out of any situation he's in. He's the guy who's always hanging out with different people, and is very accepting the opposite of judgmental.<br/><br/>Cal looked at what appeared to be a giant sofa, looking over at the entrance to a giant kitchen. He ducked under the sofa inspecting the large pieces of dust, whoever lived here was not cleaning under the sofa very often. He rubbed his blood shot red eyes and leaned back something was wrong very wrong.<br/>..................<br/>Jamir struggled trying to fight the tongue off, which to him was the same as trying to push off a heavy sumo wrester. He gasped for air when he could as saliva soaked his body.<span style="font-style: italic"> God damn this is so nasty, this is so messed up.</span>"HEY LET ME OUT OF HERE DAMN!!!!"