<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/567887516154331152/584106902942908435/Screen_Shot_2019-05-31_at_3.51.41_PM.png?width=209&amp;height=200)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Hamilton, NZ<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 July, 2019, Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Light weight denim shirt, partially unbuttoned, white linen pants, brown leather sandals (https://imgur.com/lWslOYk)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>N/A at present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa/Carolyn (mentioning)/Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em> What the devil have I gotten myself into? And why did I let that muppet Marty talk me into it?</em><br/><br/>Colloquialisms aside, Owen Christopher’s head was in a pretty haze place as he started to absorb exactly what he was in for in the coming weeks. Though he knew the cameras would capture his approach to the villa and his initial reactions to the impressive and colorful space, the real cast onboarding had happened a few hundred yards down the drive, just past the estate’s sturdy steel gates. It was there that Owen was relieved of his cell phone and Air Pods. He’d put up a bit of a stink about handing over his FitBit, but ultimately was calmed by promises that they’d get him another one ‘on the inside’, if he was worried about keeping track of his usual fitness metrics.<br/><br/>What that really meant is that they’d get him something ‘locked down’ that ensured he’d lose his personal contact with the outside world for the duration of his stay. He’d known it was coming, but even that didn’t make it less jarring.<br/><br/>He’d become pretty accustomed to traveling with ear buds or headphones, so much so that he was very aware of the snarl of the tires over the pavement as the Jeep covered the short distance to the roundabout in front of the Villa.<br/><br/>“Welcome home” quipped the PA behind the wheel as he pushed the lever to ‘Park’, “good luck out there.”<br/><br/>It was an empty platitude, and Owen knew it. Besides, what did ‘luck’ even look like in a situation like this? Marty wanted him to do this to get a bit more broad exposure, in hopes of setting him up to do broadcast work after his playing days ended-which they both agreed wasn’t far away. Owen agreed to it hoping that a bit of additional notoriety might catch him one more tour, even on a B-level team hoping to draw some crowds. His knees were about shot, and his left shoulder wasn’t doing too much better, but cutting it open this close to a new camp wasn’t an option.<br/><br/>So, this was it. He hopped easily out of the passenger seat and grabbed his two bags out of the back. The large black duffel slung easily across his shoulder, he popped the small roller back down on the ground and yanked the handle up. He looked around for a minute, wondering if he’d be able to spot the cameras around the entrance. They were, of course, quite well hidden, but in a few places, wires snaking through the bushes gave them away.<br/><br/>That was the point though-keep the cameras as inconspicuous as possible, ply everyone with a few drinks and minimal clothing, and let biology do the rest.<br/><br/>He pushed the front door open, knowing that it would be unlocked-the instructions given to him at the front gave that away. The bags got deposited just inside the front door-PAs would help with that part later, almost like glorified bellhops. He followed the instructions barked at him by the assistant producer at the gate and headed toward the back patio, a straight-enough shot from the front door, where he could see the shimmer of the water before he saw any people. That alone was enough to ease his mind a bit. If nothing else, the ocean was there to calm his nerves.<br/><br/>Owen’s fingers played at the necklace around his neck, being ginger with it, though he’d been informed that the camera it contained was nearly indestructible. He wasn’t a big necklace guy, so he was going to have to get used to that.<br/><br/>Coming down the steps, he saw what he assumed were other cast members with their backs to him and beyond them, facing the group, Carolyn, who was hosting this season. She looked vaguely familiar to Owen-she’d been on TV throughout the UK during his time playing there, but her work and his interests had never keenly overlapped. He offered a quick wave and a soft ‘hello’ as he came down the steps with a few quick strides.<br/><br/>What really caught his eyes, though, was a fit, well-proportioned blonde. She was no doubt dressed to get the camera’s attention- taller heels, a form-fitting skirt. A small smile curled the corner of Owen’s mouth as he snuck a peek in her direction and tried to get a read on her based on looks alone.<br/><br/><em>Maybe this will be fun while it lasts, after all </em><br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Video Interview</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Alright, then, yes, okay. Hello everyone, my name is Owen Christopher, and I’m a professional rugby player, spent the last two seasons with Harlequins in London, and before that played in France and New Zealand. I’m a native of that fine island, and have played in the last two World Cups with the All Blacks, including our champion team in 2015. *Winning smile*<br/><br/>Myself in three words? Let’s see...athletic, thoughtful, fashionable. <br/>In bed? In three words? Goodness. How about: Attentive, durable and...giving. <br/><br/>Worst dating experience? Oh, blast. The mates back in New Zealand once set me up with a girl, saying she was a real go-getter. I was young, hadn’t dated much, turns out, she was the assistant coach’s daughter! They did it just to see if I’d fall for it. She mentioned it about the second drink and let me tell you, I got out of there in a hurry. <br/><br/>My exes? I don’t know that they’d have much to say. I’ve never really been in a...serious thing. <br/><br/>What I typically notice about a woman is her eyes, and then her smile. How she handles herself matters a lot, too. <br/><br/>As a drink? Lord, probably just an ale, mate. Simple, easy going. <br/><br/>This summer? I just want to see how it goes, maybe try something new, maybe learn something. </div></div><br/><br/></div>