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 Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 1:48 pm
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Username: xDangerxStarx
Name:Rudolph Mournflower
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Personality:Rudolph is often misjudged by people as being a shy and maybe even helpless girl when infact is simply quiet most of the time because she usually has no interest in peoples silly little trivial conversations and as for being helpless...she finds that to act the victim draws helpful people near and results in her getting everything for freesince most people, she believes, are just dying to help out and be perceived as the "good guy" to everyone else. Rudolph can be incredibly selfish and expects too much from people most of the time, she finds it hard to accept peoples mistakes (despite making many herself) and holds grudges against people for the most silliest things. Now don't get Rudolph wrong, she is not an evil person, infact she actually has a lot of good in her heart, she can be incredibly loyal and your bestest friend in the whole world if she believes you are worthy...however, to gain "friend" status with her can prove difficult as she's quick to judge people and believes her judgement perfect and finds it hard to go back on herself and change her mind about someone. Rudolph is paranoid about many things and believes the universe is actually against her and out to destroy her in ways she cannot predict. Being as paranoid as Rudolph results in not having much of a sense of humour and any jokes made at her expense really hurts her insides and forces her to begin mentally going over and over her own faults which really brings down her self esteem. As a child many would say her head was up in the clouds, her mind always wanders making her seem distant...when people point this out it really annoys her as she refuses to believe that she comes across as some stupid dreamer...she believes herself a realist. She's a great worn down bundle of paranoia, harsh crisism, trembling selfishness of a child crying out for help...the good samaritans wet dream. Those with a helpful nature find it almost impossible to not intervene with her.
Appearance: Rudolph stands at 5ft 7, she has golden blonde hair that comes down just below her shoulders, it's usually very messy and on the raggy side. Her eyes are gray and it often looks as if no one is really behind them, which can be a little frightening along with her rather pasty complection, her skin isn't a nice pale but has more of an ill look to it, her nose is rather long and points upward and her lips are very small and quite thin, however they look soft and very feminine, they are a pale pink in colour.Her face is rather childlike although instead of looking full of life (as children usually do) it often looks like she has just woken up and is incredibly tired. She has quite a small frame but still has a feminine body (although you wouldn't notice due to loose fitting clothes) She usually wears clothes that are dark in colour...earthy tones like greens, browns, grays and dark blues.
Bio: Rudolph grew up like every other kid, she belonged to a nice middle class family and wanted for nothing...however at the age of fifteen she got involved with a very horrid man..he was a drug dealer and once they got together that was it, Rudolph was hooked on heroin for a good four yeas of her life. During the first 2 years of her relationship with "Leech" as he was known, she was beaten and made to feel worthless by him, he was a cruel man who knew how desperatly inlove she was with him and played with her like a toy, he'd build her up then break her down just for the fun of it. He eventually left her which detroyed her, she had no one. Her family had abandoned her due to her drug habit and she was left a total wreck in a dingy flat that she could not afford...she was then to be homeless and became incredibly sick due to sleeping in the dampened cold streets. She woke up in hospital and that's when things turned round, it was hard but she kicked the habit and began to live independantly and then..on one beautiful sunny morning she received an invitation and since she was awfully bored of well...just living day to day, she decided to take it.
Occupation: She began working in a book shop, she found she was a keen reader
Skills: She can read people quite well and is a fast runner (she often had to run from the law when shop lifting to feed her addiction)
Other: She's a chain smoker, it calms her nervous disposition and finds smoking helps with the anxiety.
Inventory: Silver Coin, 20 pack of cigerettes, gum, pro plus tablets, anti depressants, hair brush, reading glasses, book (The catcher in the rye), 10 packets of sugar (she likes to eat sugar)
Status: Good
Physical Condition: Her vision is a little off and she needs reading glasses in order to read, she has weak wrists (her ex broke them in a fit of rage 2 years ago) has a small scar on her left cheek (another angry boyfriend incident)
Mental Status: Mentally sound o---------Insane ((This is for me, [see “Mental Condition”]. Feel free to set the “o” to anywhere on the bar [other than “Insane”] if you wish for your character to start out partially insane.))
Mental Condition: Suffers anxiety depression.
I'm really unsure as to where my character should come in so i'm up for being placed anywhere really smile
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 9:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 7:36 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 7:56 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 8:24 pm
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The formatting on the skeleton is really dense, so I took it out to begin with; I'll add in the rest once any editing is done with
Name:Georgia Sammi Maccus
Gender:Female
Age: 29
Personality:Georgia, who prefers to go by the short of her middle name, Sammi or Sam, is a strong girl, raised as the son her parents wish they'd had. She likes big steaks, rough football, and crisp fall nights, preferably all in one evening. The kind of girl who starts the fight with the boys when her friends are insulted, and would probably win that fight. That's not to say she's a violent person, but there are some things you just don't say to a lady and walk away without a black eye. One could say Sammi has a lot of moxie, lively and adventurous and yet serious in every undertaking.
Appearance: Sam stands a fairly average 5' 8", with hair that changes between black, dark brown, and brick red, depending on how the light hits it. She doesn't wear makeup, and prefers casual clothes, loose enough to be comfortable, but not so much that she looks unkempt. Her usual dress is comprised of a T-shirt only adorned with a breast pocket; a pair of well worn blue jeans with a simple black leather belt, with gun holster, pepper spray, and hand cuffs in special pouches on it; a pair of black leather work boots, not steel toed; and a brown canvas jacket.
Bio: Sammi was born in Corona to James and Margrette Maccus, James, his father, his father's father, and several more fathers past that as well as some uncles and brothers had served on Corona's police force almost since the town's founding, but hers was the first generation in all that time with out any boys, not that would prevent the line from going on. She entered the force at 20, and at 23 transfered out of Corona to persue a career as a detective, this was not a particularly happy moment in the Maccus family album, Sam and her parents have scarsely spoken since and she's never come home to visit. Sam moved off to a small city on the east end of California and began working her way up the ranks. As a small city most of the crime was pretty simple, none of the detectives needed a partner or an assistant so inside two years she had been defaulted to full detective, and by shear luck some retirements gave her an office of her own. That's where the luck ended. Beginning with a locally high profile case and continuing unexcepted to today every case she got ended in a hole, whether for lack of evidence, dismissal on technicality, or anything else, sometimes everything else. Recently it's gotten so bad that her career might even be in danger. A short time after the disappearings in Corona began one of the police there, who she had grown up side by side with, invited her to join the case, since then she has become mildly obcessed with it, thinking there's no way something from a small town, let alone her home town could alude her. Leading to her return to the town.
Occupation:Police Detective
Skills: Aside from being in great shape, shooting, and other generic police skills Sam is a lifetime athlete, having played on the soccer and baseball teams in highschool and a welcome adition to the presinct's yearly softball tournament. She's also good at darts, crossword puzzles
Other:
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Inventory:
Wallet (ID, Badge, Library card, Credit card, 32$)
27 Cents
Keys (Home, car, office, bike lock, 8 keys who's purpose is lost to time)
Pocket knife (big knife, small knife, saw, two hook shaped things of unspecified purpose; one of which is sharpened on the inside edge, cork puller, philips screwdriver, file, scissors, tooth pick, tweezers)
Note pad containing investigation notes, doodles, and a shopping list
Pen
Handcuffs
Pepper Spray
.44 Short-Barrel Revolver
x12 extra cartridges
Cellphone w/ GPS (Police Issue)
Travel Toothbrush
Silver Coin
Status:
Physical Condition:
Mental Status: Mentally sound-o--------Insane
Mental Condition:
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 3:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:19 pm
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Username: Filthy Plague Rat
Name: Miss Skye S. Sunday
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Personality: Despite childish tendencies, she is quite intelligent. She is severely paranoid and suffers extreme attacks of anxiety and often responds violently. She is deemed as a danger towards herself and others, as well as delusional. Despite all this, she is quite elegant and polite. Though she's under the belief she's a rat and her rat-like tendencies contradict her Victorian-like manner.
Appearance: Torn-up Victorian clothing, blue-black messy hair, grey eyes, bandages on her wrists, broken glasses, anti-bite mask (not always on), combat boots, corset or underbust, bloomers or skirts, striped stockings, scars, bruises, scratches (all over).
Bio: Skye is an escaped asylum patient, claiming to be wrongly imprisoned. Despite, she has been known to have a violent and self-destructive history inside and outside of the asylum. Regardless, she is very vengeful towards the world and misanthropic. She has befriended rodents in the asylum, enough to believe that she too is a rodent.
She has also made accusations against the doctors of the asylum for abusing their power and taking advantage of the women of the asylum, though people refused to believe her due to her mental state.
On top of her belief of being a rodent, she is also so fascinated by the victorian era, to the point of believing she is in that era or a steampunk form of it.
Not much is known about her before the asylum, though it is believed that she was slightly more sane than after her escape. When asked how she escaped, she answered, "I followed the rats~"
Despite her sweet exterior, she is quick to become a merciless murderer and is quite prone of violent bouts of panic due to hallucinations or paranoia. She is often childish and has tea parties alone with her hallucinations.
Although she is insane, she is quite well-read and intelligent, just not very stable or rational. Her paranoia may cause her to wind up killing a harmless friend, as an example.
As well as homicidal, she is also prone to suicidal tendencies and often prone to manic depressive states and has once attempted suicide by trying to bleed to death, though of course failed. Her reasons for this behavior are for the same reasons she feels obliged to kill... she feels as though doing so will silence the monsters.
She comes across the manor while "scurrying" about, trying to look for somewhere to shelter herself, since she is known to have constantly changed her staying place since her escape. She finds it, thinking of it seeming harmless and homey and decides to wander in.
Occupation: Asylum patient escapee/"rodent"
Skills: Is skilled with knives, specifically machetes and meat cleavers. She often tries to sniff around her surroundings like a rodent would, and often can find her way around through intuition. She is also very good with improvising when it comes to weapons.
Other: Skye suffers social anxiety and is very timid towards others. It takes her quite a while to trust someone.
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Inventory: Silver Coin, machete, tea cup, anti-bite mask, straight jacket, corset, lace, candy, boots, bandages, bloomers, tea bags, sugar, spoon, etc.
Status: N/A
Physical Condition: Wrapped up wrists (for undetermined reasons), cuts and bruises all over her body, most self-inflicted.
Mental Status: Mentally sound -------O--Insane
Mental Condition: Melancholy Dementia and Paranoid Schizophrenia
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 9:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 4:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:27 pm
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 10:24 am
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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 razz eak 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
????? sad (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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