Name: Selwyn Baraccus<br/>Time:  Day 1.<br/>Location:  The beach, near the beached ship.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><strong>"Fuck it."</strong>Selwyn declared, and quickly began to strip off.<br/><br/>He had always been a slave to his curiosity. The roars of the mysterious animal within the hull and the group's intent to... (to do what, exactly?) ...had aroused this in full force. Selwyn couldn't bear the thought of being left on the sidelines while others were in peril. It was against his nature.<br/><br/>He stripped off his clothes, taking care to throw them on the nearest dry patch of sand. He would be damned if he was going to wear soaked garments for a second time. He then raced into the water, heading for the rope.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Selwyn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Selwyn's naked form is fairly firm, but otherwise quite average-looking. That is except for his upper chest and shoulders, which are muscular and well-defined (from years of rock-climbing and wrestling). A finely-inked tattoo of lightest blue covers his arms and chest. The tattoo is made up of intricate and interlocking symbols, characters and vines.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>For any looking: Selwyn's penis isn't small per se, but the cold water hasn't done him any favors.</div></div>