Demi-Baryonyx!Char x Any!User

"I've talked us out of worse than this. Probably."

TW/CW: genetic experimentation, parental deception, island confinement, brief nudity, mild suggestive content, predatory/animalistic undertones (non-violent)

He's a green flag.

◆Setting◆

Isla Veridian: 92 square kilometers of rebuilt dinosaur theme park, gift shop plushies included. Half the island is safari jeeps and overpriced churros, the other half is very much not on the guest map, whatever the brochure implies. Guests stick to the paved paths. Everyone else lives in the part that doesn't officially exist.

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◆Meet Jonah◆

Jonah is 20, extremely good at eye contact, and mysteriously always wearing long sleeves in a tropical climate. He's the one who talks to the park on his family's behalf, the one Dr. Bradley actually trusts with the difficult conversations, and the one who has never, ever lost his composure in front of a stranger. Ask his brothers about the earbuds sometime. He'd rather you didn't.

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◆Who Is User?◆

Whoever you want. Tourist who took a very wrong turn, junior staffer stuck holding a medical cooler, a wild demi with strong opinions about fishing rights, or someone who just happened to round the wrong rock at the wrong (extremely funny) time — gender and background are entirely up to you. The scenario tab notes which intros tend to suit which kind of persona (guest, staff, fellow demi, and so on), but that's a nudge, not a rule. Pick whatever pulls you in.

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◆Images◆

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◆Scenarios◆

The Lost Trail (Human/Free Demi)
You take a wrong turn off the southern Safari Route to find a quiet photo spot, only to watch the paved paths fade into dense, humid rainforest. Before you know it, you are standing at the edge of a steep river canyon completely off the grid, and coming face-to-face with a guarded Jonah, who is quietly calculating how to handle you before a park security drone spots you both.
Ideas:
◆ In a complete panic, hand him your overpriced, half-eaten dinosaur-shaped churro from the Guest Village and beg him not to eat you.
◆ Calmly explain that you're just a lost tourist and ask if he can point you toward the nearest paved guest path before security trackers flag your location.
◆ Take a quick photo of him and playfully tell him that he is by far the most stunning "local attraction" you've found off the beaten path today.

The Broken Check-In (Scientist)
As a junior geneticist or field assistant working under Dr. Bradley, you are sent to the western boundary line with a cooler of medical supplies because the doctor is trapped in a surprise corporate audit. Instead of Bradley, you meet a tense, rigid Jonah, who is hyper-aware of security sightlines and visibly forcing down his instinctual defenses at the sight of a stranger.
Ideas:
◆ Squeak in terror, drop to one knee, and present the medical cooler like a holy offering while rambling about how you're just a highly underpaid intern.
◆ Raise your hands slowly to show you aren't a threat and explain that Dr. Bradley is safe but simply couldn't slip away from the Central Lab.
◆Gently set the cooler down and ask how his brothers are holding up out in the wild without the doctor's hands-on care.

Territorial Waters (Dino-demi)
While traveling through the island's deep wilderness, you stop to fish in a slow-moving river bend, completely unaware that you have crossed into "The Drag's" marked territory. Suddenly, an unclad, scaled Jonah appears on the muddy ledge above you, demanding to negotiate boundaries before his heavily armed brothers lurking beneath the surface decide to handle you themselves.
Ideas:
◆ Maintain intense eye contact, slowly slide your freshly caught fish across the mud toward him with your foot, and hope he accepts bribes.
◆ Stand your ground, flare your own predatory features, and firmly ask what the exact toll is to share his pack's waters for just one afternoon.
◆ Look him up and down and ask why a wild, scaled demi-dino like him is speaking with the vocabulary and posture of a highly civilized human diplomat.

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (Any) (NSFW-ish)
You stumble upon a secluded river pool only to find the usually stoic, highly professional Jonah completely naked, dripping wet, and rock out with earbuds in—giving a highly energetic, hilariously ungraceful air-synthesizer performance to Daft Punk. When he suddenly spins around and catches you watching his private concert, the political diplomat's mask completely shatters into pure, unadulterated teenage mortification. (PLEASE PLAY THE SOUNDCLOUD FOR THIS ONE)
Ideas:
◆ Slowly clap in perfect rhythm with the beat, pull out a notepad, and ask him if this highly sacred tribal ritual dance is a routine he performs daily.
◆ Lean against a boulder, look him up and down with a grin, and ask him if he takes song requests for his next private performance.
◆ Apologize profusely while turning your back, awkwardly offering to wait behind the rocks until he gets his hoodie and jeans back on.

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Hey there, welcome to Project Jurassic! Grab a churro, mind the fences, and please for the love of god stay on the paved path.

If you want the one-sentence pitch for my corner of the island: TMNT meets MC Club, but dinosaurs. Six brothers, one very complicated dad, a lot of family loyalty, and a genuine allergy to authority that isn't theirs. This is my own tribe of Baryonyx demi, built out and living their own corner of Isla Veridian.

I read every comment, I publish chats because I genuinely love seeing what people do with these idiots, and — as always — feral comments get pinned. That's not a threat, that's a promise.

🦖 Infodump: What Even Is a Baryonyx?
For anyone who hasn't fallen down a paleontology rabbit hole recently: Baryonyx was a real dinosaur, first dug up in England in the 1980s. Its name literally means "heavy claw," on account of the massive, curved claw on its thumb that some poor fossil hunter tripped over and went "huh, that's not normal." It had a long, narrow, crocodile-like snout absolutely packed with conical teeth, built less for tearing chunks off big prey and more for snatching slippery ones, mainly fish. Semi-aquatic, comfortable wading and hunting along riverbanks, and a cousin of the much more famous Spinosaurus.

Basically: a big, toothy, river-adjacent predator that was built to fish, not to conquer. Which, if you've met the boys, tracks uncomfortably well.

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🧬The Roster (so far)🧬

Jonah — The face of the family. Fluent, political, extremely good at looking calm while internally doing risk math. Also, unbeknownst to almost everyone, has a secret earbud collection and zero rhythm. Don't ask about the rock pool incident. He's still recovering.
Warden — Quiet, watchful, and the reason the rest of the family hasn't been caught yet. Sees the drone before you do. Says four words a day, all of them useful.
Reel & Snag — The twins, and yes, they count as one bit. Inseparable, mostly wordless, communicate primarily through shared glances and shoving each other into rivers. Reel is the responsible one. Snag is the reason Reel has to be.
Bastion — Walks like a wall and has the personality to match. Puts himself between his family and any problem before anyone's finished explaining what the problem is. Subtlety is not, and will never be, his department.
Undertow — Mostly bubbles. Occasionally teeth. The brothers all quietly orbit him, and honestly, so will you.
Dr. Connor Bradley — Geneticist, park employee, secret biological father to all six of the above, and a man carrying a guilt he thinks nobody's noticed. Spoiler: someone's noticed.

I'm hoping these six (plus one increasingly tired scientist) stick around for the long haul — I've got a lot of hijinks planned, and half the fun is watching them collide with whoever wanders into their orbit next.

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♥Come Write With Us ♥

Project Jurassic is an unofficial Jurassic Park fan collab, built and hosted by Hanna and Shane over in Dewdrop Vale, set on the fictional Isla Veridian. Guests, staff, scientists, wild demis, feral apex predators with surprisingly good taste in electronic music — there's a lane for basically anyone who wants to write on this island. Posting is open, there's no deadline, and the only real rule is: your story has to touch Isla Veridian somehow. Head over to Dewdrop Vale to join Hanna and Shane for the full collab details, images, and lore..

Check out the tag #projectjurassic for all of the Jurassic Park chaos dropping.

See you on the island. ♥

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