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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 11:37 pm
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NativeForeigner
Username: NativeForeigner
Name: Ro Hernadez
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Personality: Ro is a very carefree fellow and can be very talkative around people he’s comfortable with. When he meets someone new, he’s a little shy, but quickly warms up. He enjoys mind games and is always up for a challenge. Some would describe his personality as “odd” and “sporadic”, and they would be right in doing so.
Ro doesn’t often stick to one subject when speaking, but jumps from topic to topic and interlacing the conversations together and making connections. Ro can be, at times, sarcastic, but always means well. He is interested in the greater good and is willing to make sacrifices if it means helping others
Appearance: He is tall, about 6’ 2” and has a slim build, weighing only about 159 lbs. His skin is a medium tan, about that of a Spaniard’s skin. He has short (almost buzz), brown, spiky hair with red highlights. His eyes are a deep green. He has a small assortment of scars, mostly on his hands, knuckles, and feet, accumulated from his martial arts training. He wears a size 14 shoe and some people call him more leg than torso, though the ratio is actually only slightly more torso than leg.
He is currently wearing blue jeans, a red t-shirt with a chest pocket, and a leather jacket with many pockets. A silver cross with red jewels within rests around his neck.
Bio: Ro was born in the small city of Corona and led a fairly normal life, never thinking much of the Penfold estate and all of the rumors surrounding it. As he grew, he always seemed carefree and laid-back, only taking things seriously when it mattered. He usually kept himself busy with small things like card or coin tricks to keep his mind off other things. He compulsively washes his hands and avoids crowds, but he does well both in school and in his Martial Arts classes, which he both teaches and has been taking since the age of seven. He has recently earned his third degree black belt and is quite proud of his achievement. Soon after, he got an invitation in the mail along with a silver coin. Ever since, he has felt his fascination with the Penfold estate mysteriously grow, along with the urge to accept the invite and head on over, something he has decided to do this very day.
Occupation: Martial Artist, high school student, teaching martial art classes.
Skills: Extensive Martial Arts training (in a variety of techniques ranging from judo to Taekwondo. Extensive training with Martial Art weaponry (swords, knives, Jō, tonfa, bo staff, kamas, etc.). Ro has a knack for finding things. Ro has limited capabilities with guns (he can aim and shoot). Sleight of hand (limited to playing cards and coins).
Other: Ro is half Hispanic, a quarter Native American, and a quarter Irish.
Extrasensory sight: Ro's ocular organs have begun to tingle. He's beginning to notice a faint outline of objects that are difficult to spot.
Inventory: Silver Coin X2, invitation, butterfly knife, wallet+ID, $100.75, cell phone, playing cards. Wintergreen Altoids. Halberd. Small flashlight.
Status: Okay
Physical Condition:
Mental Status: Mentally sound -O-------- Insane
Mental Condition: OCD in the form of the necessity to keep his hands clean, Enochlophobia (fear of crowds.)
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Username: NativeForeigner
Name: Gregory Mantle
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Personality: Gregory is constantly on edge, even with his pills, he has issues. He’s jittery, he stutters when he speaks and he avoids most people, thinking that they’ll just stab him in the back in the end. He is very mistrusting and speaks to himself. He is, in every sense of the word, socially awkward.
Appearance: He is a tall, lanky man, there seems to be nothing to him. He is unshaven, has raggedy hair that is already graying, and his back has a bad hunch to it. His eyes are a dead gray and he wears thick-rimmed glasses. His nose is rather large for his face and he has a slight overbite. He features quite a bit of body hair and has an unbathed looked about him.
Upon arriving at the Penfold estate, he was wearing a pair of tattered blue jeans with holes in the knees, a dirty, white shirt, an old, brown overcoat, and brown, scuffed loafers.
Bio: Gregory’s mother was not a good one, she consumed alcohol, did drugs, and everything in between when pregnant with him. It’s a miracle he didn’t turn out any worse. He was, however, born with a variety of mental disorders, such as anxiety and paranoia, which he is prescribed pills to help with. The pills don’t do much; they may put off the symptoms for thirty minutes tops.
The only other thing that could ever get Gregory’s mind off of his problems was a good puzzle. As such, he became very skill at puzzles and not much more. He’s recently gotten an invitation to the Penfold estate and his planning on going there this morning, despite his gut-feeling against going.
Occupation: None
Skills: Complaining, puzzle solving, gut-feelling.
?????: ((N/A…for now))
Inventory: Invitation, pen, wallet (no money). Nutcracker halberd.
Status: Okay
Physical Condition: Frail frame.
Mental Status: Mentally sound -----O---- Insane
Mental Condition: Paranoia, anxiety, hemophobia (fear of blood).
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 11:39 pm
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Jokerman-EXE
Username: Jokerman-EXE
Name: Henry Zidane (Pronounced On-ray Zee-dawn)
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Personality: Henry is a very aloof kind of guy. His sense of humor is subtle and cool, not quite insulting inless you're smart enough to understand it. He speaks little, but when he does its usually something that you'll want to hear.
He has very little interest in other people. He regards his physical attractiveness as a curse, because it continually draws people to him. He believes in nothing and commits to nothing. Henry has little human contact, and as such can be slightly awkward at times.
Appearance: Handsome. Henry has dark tan skin, brown hair that is cut short, and deep brown eyes. He had been told his eyes are his best feature. He stands at about 5'10", and is very well-muscled. He generally wears tight-fitting clothes. There are several scars on his body, although they are hard to see. The four suits of cards are tattooed on the inside knuckles of his right hand.
Bio: Henry grew up with his single mom, never having known his father, who died just after his birth. Always having to support her, Henry grew adept at putting his own needs behind hers. He went to a regular school and did very well, seeing as he had a deep natural intellect. He is a high school graduate with several college degrees.
Occupation: Bassist
Skills: Wicked skills on the bass guitar, high level of intellect and eloquence, very convincing when he has to be. Also good at certain survival skills, ie getting food, making fires, etc. This is based on his short stint as a Boy Scout.
TK: Henry's neck has begun to tingle, he's beginning to notice certain things before they happen and seems to know the way to go.
Inventory: Silver Coin, Lucky Charm (a small ivory necklace), leather wristband, wallet containing $243 and an ID, small Zippo lighter, spare flint for said lighter, tiny refill bottle of fuel. Pocket knife and a pack of cigarettes. Whistle. Nutcracker halberd.
Status: Good
Physical Condition:
Mental Status: Mentally sound -O-------- Insane
Mental Condition: Extreme claustrophobia.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 11:40 pm
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SirBayer
Username: SirBayer
Name: Dr. Arthur T. Dramsten
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Personality: Dr. Dramsten is a very competent man for a specific reason beyond natural intelligence: he thinks about everything in a decidedly logical manner. Everything is another puzzle or game to him, and even the worst situations are but a challenge. This, of course, has its limits, as he’s human, but he always berates himself for losing control at any point, and demands no less than perfection on that ground. When he’s not thinking out a problem, he’s a generally friendly man, and just the sort of man you’d love to have for your doctor – kind, caring, and willing to actually explain what he knows. His other thing is he’s extremely slightly paranoid – not so much that he imagines threats, but enough that he always goes prepared for random, stupid things that he doesn’t anticipate happening.
Appearance: Dr. Dramsten is a short man, perhaps 5’ 7”. He’s light, too; maybe 130, 140 pounds. His hair is already gray (though it was once black), and he keeps it clipped fairly short, maybe an inch in length. Dr. Dramsten must wear corrective lenses, albeit not very thick ones; his eyes are a very dark blue. His manner of dress is generally high-class – a button-up shirt and slacks, both black. Almost always a tie will go with this, and occasionally a suit-coat. His shoes are quite the opposite end of the spectrum; he generally wears combat boots everywhere, because he says they’re “comfortable” which is largely a lie.
Bio: Dr. Dramsten spent his younger years studying anatomy, to the point where he can name any part of the human body, major or minor, in a heartbeat. He went to medical college, and passed with flying colors. While in college, he did some mountain climbing and other such adventuresome stuff. After a few minor accidents, he determined that he would never, ever go anywhere unprepared for anything, and has followed through with that consideration ever since.
Occupation: Local medical doctor.
Skills: Healing injuries, obviously; he knows enough about psychology to judge a sane person from an insane one. He’s light on his feet and a quick runner; he stays in shape. He has a knack for swimming, incongruously. Mentally acute. Knowledge of the weak points on human bodies.
Other: Carries a backpack with him most places.
Healing Hands: Arthur's hands are a-tinglin'! He has found that in certain cases when he touches someone he can mend small wounds at the cost of his own energy.
Inventory: In pockets: A few pens, his wallet (contains money, credit cards, driver’s license, business cards, etc.), car keys, glasses case (glasses on face), a sturdy five-inch blade pocketknife, cell phone, a few paperclips.
In backpack: A pair of 2-liter water bottles, 10 energy bars, three removable climbing hooks, a change of clothing (shorts and t-shirt), a light jacket, some colored thread, a total of about a foot of insulated wiring, spare batteries, a Maglight (one of the big ones), spare batteries, a very tightly packed blanket. Four knives, five forks, and a spoon. Steak knife.
Status: Good
Physical Condition:
Mental Status: Mentally sound ---O------Insane
Mental Condition: Extremely minor paranoia – even natural, perhaps.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 11:41 pm
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Venom3001
Username: Venom3001
Name: Andreas Heinrich
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Personality: Andreas is usually laid-back, fairly relaxed. He's always cautious about getting too excited because of his first major manic episode. He has a short attention span, but not ADD. He often will begin drawing his surroundings when he's bored.
Appearance: Wild long brown hair, generally kept in a ponytail. 5'9, 155 lbs. Not especially fat, thin, or muscular. He wears a black jacket with a plain white tee and gray cargo pants, typically. He has, between the jacket and the pants, around 10 pockets at any given time.
Bio: Andreas is a son of German immigrants who pressured him to do well in school. For all their academic pressure, he ended up disappointing them by favoring the arts instead of the sciences and has been accepted to an art college despite a bipolar breakdown he experienced in his junior year. With his medication, he became stable again.
Occupation: Pre-college, post high-school student
Skills: Speaks English very well, French competently, and Vietnamese semi-competently. He's a very good artist and a fairly good writer.
Telekinesis: Andreas has begun to notice a slight tingle in his tum-tum. Small objects he focuses on seem to move when he's around, medium objects slide. He can lift small objects with ease and slightly larger objects with focus (like elfs).
Inventory: Lithium-based Bipolar-Disorder-Treating-Medicine, Silver Coin X2, Glasses and Clothing, Cell Phone, Butterfly Ring on a Chain around his neck, wallet with Health Insurance Card, fifty dollars and seventy-eight cents, a piece of paper with names and numbers of people he met in therapy (also stored in his cell phone), paper clips, a mechanical pencil and graphite, an eraser, and a notebook/sketchbook.
A nutcracker's halberd. Yeti horn.
Status: Good
Physical Condition:
Mental Status: Mentally sound --O-------Insane
Mental Condition: Like the other invitees, Andreas has a mental condition; his is Bipolar Disorder
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 2:10 pm
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thegoodsamaritan
Username: thegoodsamaritan
Name: Jasper Davidsen
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Personality: Jasper is definitely not your general suburbian type. He's a little artsy for most peoples' tastes, for one thing, and his flowery and sometimes snobbish discourses can really grate on everyone's nerves. He also is a bit of a know-it-all, though he doesn't mean to be. He loves to read, anything and everything, and will often blurt out random trivia that has been sitting on his mind. Because of his naturally grating personality type, and past trauma, he prefers to keep away from society as a whole, as he doesn't like to hurt people, or get hurt himself. On the rare occasion that you do earn his trust, however, he is a very genial and caring person. He loves to draw and paint, as well, and is quite skilled at it. He does it to keep his mind off of... other things. On a side note, he excercises compulsively from time to time.
Appearance: Jasper cares very little for his outward experience. His clothing is always shabby, in dull or dark colors. His favorite colors are dark reds and greys, including the grey corduroy jacket his wife gave him. His light brown hair is always untidy, sticking up in awkward places, and he often needs a shave. His face is sharp, foxy looking, and has a slightly gaunt appearance to it. He has lightly dark circles beneath green eyes, giving him a distinctly haunted look. He also has glasses, tinted yellow, though he doesn't know why (nor does he care). As if he needed to look more intimidating, he stands at about 6' 2", well above the usual average.
Bio: There was a time that Jasper was a happier man than who he is now. Eight years ago, Jasper was happily married, a fireman in New York City; his wife a policewoman. He was the happiest that he had ever been in his life, and was convinced he would stay that way forever, as long as Lyra was by his side. But of course, all good things must end, one time or another. For Jasper, that day was September 11, 2001. He jumped into action, and rode up to see the World Trade Center in flames. His shock was broken by a voice calling his name from the crowd. By some sick twist of fate, he and his wife had arrived at the same time, at the same place. And both were being sent in to save whatever lucky souls were left. Before they entered the burning building, Lyra said this: "Come out of here alive, Jasper. Wait for me, and I'll wait for you." A quick volley of "I love you's" were exchanged, and they both went their separate ways. It seemed like an eternity spent inside the wreckage, searching over the dead and dying, searching for someone's life to save. Eventually, he was forced to admit defeat, and leave. It was lucky that he did. Barely five minutes after leaving, the first tower crumbled to the ground. The people at ground zero were engulfed in a cloud of burning dust and ash, and for an interminable amount of time, Jasper knew nothing. When the smoke cleared, he waited. He sat, waiting, waiting for hours, though it felt like days or weeks. Holding on to her last words, to their promise. Waiting for Lyra to find him in the discord. He waited for a long time before he finally saw her, when he was forced to tell the medical examiner that, yes, that is my wife, and yes, she is dead, and lying here in this cold, sterile morgue. After that, Jasper lost all interest in his city. He packed up what he could, sold what ever he didn't need, or want, and left. He drove for a long time, letting the tears run down. He stopped to rest in Corona, a small town that even his collection of maps had skimmed over. And he never left. Eight years later, Jasper recieved a letter, and a strange silver coin, and to his mind, it was a sign from God. To others, it was a promise of riches, of lavish prizes. To Jasper, it was a jump start, a way to move him on with his life. To perhaps get over... her. With the silver coin in hand, the symbol of his revival-his salvation!-in hand, he strode to the old manor house, hoping for a second chance at his life... and blissfully unaware of what he would find there.
Occupation: Volunteer fireman, I suppose...
Skills: He is pretty physically fit, and loves to draw and paint, but other than that, he's basically useless, other than putting out fires...
Other: He's a member of the Corona Volunteer Fire Department.
Fire Manipulation: Jasper has begun feeling a warming sensation in his palms.
Inventory: Silver Coin, lighter, Invitation, Inhaler, Wedding Ring, and a random assortment of graphite pencils, almost randomly dispersed over his person. He likes to draw.
Status: Good
Physical Condition: Very physically fit, although he has asthma.
Mental Status: Mentally sound ---o------Insane
Mental Condition: Post-traumatic stress disorder
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 6:12 pm
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Dark Angel of Sol
Username: Dark Angel of Sol
Name: Orion Gladius
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Personality: Orion is a quiet man who can listen to most things. There are few things that can set him off and doing so would put you on his “bad side” for lack of a better term. He is slow to judge and will give the shirt off his back to someone who needs it. He is slightly shy around women and normally doesn't show it.
Appearance: Orion is 6' 0” and 206 lb. with a medium build and light tan skin. His hair is light brown, medium in length, and has a small clockwise curve from the center. He has no facial hair and multi-color eyes: one Dark Blue and one Blood Red. Orion wears a special contact to keep both his eyes dark blue. He is wearing a dark blue t-shirt, blue jeans, black undershirt, gray boxers, white socks and black tennis shoes.
Bio: Orion lived a normal life like most. It wasn't until high school did he realized he was different. Classes that others would have a hard time in, he would get by without a problem. He ask his parents and they showed him his IQ score of 150. From then, the classes didn't matter and all Orion wanted to do is find a challenge. In his Junior year he took an AP computer science class. During the class he met a novice hacker. He learned the basics and by the end of the school year he surpassed most others. A few years latter Orion would be caught in a hacker trap where he would get a job from a private security company. After three years he would go on to be a freelance hacker being hired to break into websites so companies can improve them. He is well paid but he live humble in his hometown of Corona as a computer teacher at the local high school he attened.
Occupation: Hacker for Hire/Computer expert.
Skills: Super Genus, Pro Hacker, Could build and fix any computer, Very good at video games.
Other:
Laptop Manipulation: Orion's forehead has begun to tingle and his laptop seems to vibrate mildly whenever he touches it. He's discovered a new program on his laptop that seems to bring up the mentalities of the people around him.
Inventory: Silver Coin, Wallet with 50 bucks, a drivers license, Visa, and several receipts, a cell phone, a flash drive, laptop bag with Laptop, mouse, AC charge, 2 9-volt batteries, and laptop cleaning it, and a pocket knife. Gas Mask, handgun, two clips of 12. Two grenades, semi-automatic rifle (Unknown model) & 2 clips of ammunition at 12 rounds each. Flare Gun, 1 shot.
Status: Good
Physical Condition:
Mental Status: Mentally sound ---O------Insane
Mental Condition: None (at the moment)
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 4:26 pm
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Caine69
Username: Caine69
Name: Erick Evans
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Personality: Cold, Distant, Sarcastic, Pretty much an a**hole
Appearance: 6 feet 5 inches tall, handsome, black, shoulder length hair, blue eyes, stubble on his face, dresses like a biker would, with a black trench coat. His facial expression never changes unless to show anger, otherwise he shows no emotion
Bio: Erick's life growing up was not as happy as it could be. At the age of eight, he started hearing voices. His parents took him to specialist after specialist in order to cure him. After putting him on a large amount of medications for schizophrenia, the voices went away. That was at the age of 16. For the next two years, he lived a normal life, and graduated high school with straight A's. Erick enrolled into the Army the moment he turned 18. he wanted to do his country proud. He went through all the training, top of his class. he was sent to Afghanistan, and served for two years until it happened. During a firefight, he accidentally killed not just one of his squad, but two civilian women and three kids with a grenade. He was dishonorably discharged at the age of 23. When he got back to the States, instead of going home, he lived with friends. He tried applying for jobs here and there, but he would never get hired. After three years of trying to get jobs and living on the couches of friends, he just left his hometown. He lived as a wanderer and thief, and stopped taking his medication because he couldn't afford it. After a while, he started hearing the voices in his head again, causing him painful headaches. The voices told him where to go. They told him to go left, to go right, and to go forward. After traveling for a long time, Erick found himself at the mansion, holding a coin he doesn't remember finding...and the voices told him to step inside.
Occupation: Ex-Military (Reached the rank of 2nd Lieutenant in the army before his dishonorable discharge)
Skills: Peak physical condition, expert in all types of guns and in hand to hand combat, decent lockpicking skills
Other: Doesn't really like people, but will help them if it means it helps himself out in the end
?????: ((N/A…for now))
Inventory: Silver Coin, Desert Eagle, 3 Clips for Desert Eagle, Hunting Knife, Lockpicking Kit, Cigarettes, Gold Lighter, Pack Of Gum
Status: Good
Physical Condition: Perfect Health
Mental Status: Mentally Sound---o------Insane
Mental Condition: Hears Voices that cause him horrible headaches. Somewhat paranoid because of the voices
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 2:37 pm
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Dreamshell
Username: Dreamshell
Name: Thomas Sumner
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Personality: Superficially, Thomas seems the everyman; an approachable, modest individual quietly content with his small, but fulfilling life with his young wife (12 years his junior), Rebecca. He is a kind man who possesses an air of stability and fatherly/brotherly compassion, making him an easy person to talk with or ask for advice.
Though able to pull off a competent and convincingly average façade, beneath the surface Thomas is fraught with various disassociative symptoms. He often feels detached from his life and the world around him, as if it is all a dream he has no hope of waking from. He also feels many of his actions are beyond his control, and fears he might one day lose his grip on himself entirely. As such, Thomas prefers not to be alone.
Appearance: Thomas is a middle-aged Caucasian male with short, light brown hair, blue eyes, and an attractive, if also “hangdog” appearance. He is of average height and in good shape due to periodic jobs in manual labor. Due to his current job, he usually wears a button-up shirt with a tie and chino/khaki pants, otherwise he wears jeans and t-shirts like most everyone else.
Bio: No one knows much about Thomas Sumner before he came to Corona. Even Rebecca knows little, having met him in New York City a few months prior to their marriage and move to Corona. Though Thomas seldom talks about his past, what he has revealed is he grew up “in suburbia” with a civil servant father and a stay-at-home mother. Further prompting from others simply wins a shrug and the admittance that there's “not really anything to tell.”
Despite this idiosyncrasy, his life in Corona has been busy and community-oriented. Thomas has involved himself in a number of organizations and projects for the town and most people he comes across know him by reputation, if not personally.
Rebecca recently received an invitation to the Penfold estate, but Thomas hasn't seen her for some time now. Disturbed by her disappearance, he has gone to the mansion to track her down.
Occupation: Thomas is something of a job-hopper, never keeping one long, for one reason or another. Presently, he works as a work supervisor at a local distribution center and has a seat on the city council.
Skills: Thomas has shown himself to be a cool-headed leader as well as an advisor, with no signs of ego affecting his ability to give or take orders. He is just as likely to work alongside a bunch of blue-collar guys as he is more office-based/managerial types, being both an able “heavy lifter” and coordinator. On a freak occasion where he needed to defend a friend in a bar, he showed he could handle himself in a fight. His movements implied some formal training, though he denies any.
Other: He occasionally gets staggering migraines.
?????: ((N/A…for now))
Inventory: Jacket (wearing), wallet ($37, no ID, no credit cards), pocket change, company pen, pocketknife, a folded note from Rebecca, cell phone, wristwatch, and a S&W Model 27 revolver with a 3 ½” barrel (six rounds). Broken beer bottle
Status: Good
Physical Condition: Fit
Mental Status: Mentally sound ---O------Insane
Mental Condition: Depersonalization disorder (DPD; undiagnosed, largely unnoticed)
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