Uninvited Guests - Accepted Profiles

[NativeForeigner]

"Uninvited Guests" are the characters who did not initially receive an invitation to the manor.
For every profile I accept I will make a post in this thread. Because I am continually editing a profile's multiple statuses, inventories, and conditions, I will have a different post for each and every RP in which their characters, and only their characters, will be monitored. If they create a new character, the profile will be added to the same post as their other character and so on.

If something needs to be changed in your profile and I have failed to do so, please let me know via PM.

PLEASE DO NOT POST WITHIN THIS THREAD

Thank you.  

[NativeForeigner]

SirBayer

Username: SirBayer
Name: Juliet Dramsten
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Personality: Juliet is, for lack of a better word, chipper. She’s extraordinarily positive, very friendly, and generally classically female and off-the-wall. This is, of course, only at suitable times. She was raised by Arthur; she has a serious vein of… well, seriousness, and she knows how to use it. Even so, she tends to find the silver lining, even where it doesn’t technically exist.
Appearance: Juliet is about 5’ 5”, slim, but powerfully built. Thanks to an active lifestyle, there’s quite a bit of muscle on her bones, and she prides herself somewhat on her general physical appearance (there’s good reason for this, too; far, far better than she gives herself credit for.) Her features are smooth and rounded, almost childlike; her hair, clipped at shoulder-blade length, is a very similar black to her father’s and is generally let loose. Her eyes are green as well, inquisitive, and seem to have a laugh in them at all times. Dress-wise, she takes the time and effort to dress attractively, albeit modestly (blame her parents), and all of that. She has a locket that she keeps tucked beneath her shirt at all times for no apparent reason.
Bio: Juliet really honestly had no special events throughout her young life, besides a particular few incongruous tomboyish habits. From the age of nine or ten she had already decided to learn martial arts and the like, and when she was twelve she became very interested in military tactics and weapons. She spent a lot of time practicing shooting, and as soon as she could she started looking into police and FBI. Unable to secure a job working as an agent, she instead spent a year or two as a “criminal,” helping train other agents. In the end, she essentially got the same training. Afterwards, she moved home due to lack of bill-paying or spouse, and has since joined the police.
Occupation: Policewoman.
Skills: Shooting, especially handguns but also quite proficient with rifles, hand-to-hand and CQB, knitting, singing.
Other: Perhaps the first to enter the house who is completely and totally sane.
Gecko Hands: Juliet's fingertips have started to tingle.
Inventory: Locket, purse (contains: wallet, contains: (driver’s license, credit cards, $25.50 in cash), calendar with pencil, lipstick, gloves, small flashlight, switchblade, Glock 26, three spare magazines), police belt (contains: Five-seveN, four extra magazines, can of mace, handcuffs, Maglight, radio.), sunglasses, hairband, police uniform. Healing Water (5 vials)
Status: Good
Physical Condition: In shape.
Mental Status: Mentally sound --O-------Insane
Mental Condition: Mild fear of plush, decorative carpets. Mild immunity to any fear of heights.  

[NativeForeigner]

NativeForeigner

Username: NativeForeigner
Name: Alastair MacMillan
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alastair is a very…upbeat and open person, sparking conversation with anybody he can and knowing just what to say to get his way and just what to say to either hurt someone or just the opposite. He is very kind and generous to those he thinks deserves it and pushes them to do their best, but sometimes he pushes just a little too hard or takes a joke a little too far unintentionally.
He is very insightful at times and very empathetic of other people, though he never lets it show unless provoked. He can generally hold his temper, but certain things will set him off almost instantly. When angered or annoyed, he will usually utter a few curt and hurtful words. He knows just where to poke a sharp stick if he knows the person.
He never physically lashes out unless in defense of himself or someone else, even then, he subdues the opponent in the least painful way possible.
Appearance: MacMillan is of average height, maybe a little shorter than the average man, somewhere between 5’ 7” and 5’ 8”. He has a thick build but is not fat, just muscular and big-boned. He is fair-skinned and his wavy hair, dirty blonde mixed with natural red, rests just over the tops of his ears and is left to hang loose. His eyes are a captivating, icy blue.
He has some stubble on his cheeks and chin and he has rough hands, but is generally unscarred.
Bio: MacMillan lived in Scotland for a good portion of his life before moving to Corona at the age of eleven. He made his decisions to become a cop before he had even left Scotland and began training as soon as he could, visiting the shooting range when he could and sparring with friends. He joined the Corona Police Department as soon as he could. He was accepted eagerly.
About a year into his service, when he was twenty-two, he lost his partner during a drug bust shootout. He went without a partner for a year and was assigned Juliet Dramsten as his new partner, a “rookie” at the time. Not too excited about having another partner, at least so soon, he grudgingly accepted her and has yet to regret the decision.
Occupation: Police Officer
Skills: Gunmanship (shooting & aiming [especially with handguns]), CQC, tonfa combat (baton), football, persuasion (he has a way with words), taking lead, arm wrestling, staring contests, word games.
Other: He keeps most of his items in his police belt.
Alastair is 100% Scottish and has a thick accent.
He prefers to be call “MacMillan” by most and only allows certain people to call him by his first name.
Because he has lost his partner before, he is especially protective of Juliet.
Strong: He's pretty strong
Inventory: Silver Coin, wallet with ID, credit cards, and $55.87, badge, custom .357 SIG with 4 magazines, 12 rounds each, pen, paper, pad of tickets (100 sheets), walkie-talkie (fully charged), baton, pepper spray (100% full), 2 pairs of handcuffs and keys, Maglight (full battery), miniature flashlight (gun-attachment, charged by shaking), laser-sight.
Planner, pocket watch, gloves. Police uniform.
Status: Good
Physical Condition: Great
Mental Status: Mentally sound -O--------Insane
Mental Condition:  

[NativeForeigner]

Elesariin

Username:Elesariin
Name:Gwendolyn (Gwen) Mantle
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality: Gwen has, by necessity, become an extremely competent, hard-working adult in a child's body. The more stressful a situation is, the more calm and pragmatic she tends to become. Despite being naturally shy and retiring, she is well practiced in putting on a charismatic mask to secure whatever she or her family requires. She is remarkably selfless; everyone else's needs are more important than her own. Even caring for complete strangers tops taking care of herself.
Appearance: She's tall for a girl, just a little under 5"9, and very thin, almost malnourished-looking. Her curves can, at best, be called modest. Her straight, light brown hair falls to just below her shoulder blades, with bangs that have been bluntly cut to stop just above her eyebrows, but the whole thing has the distinct, unpolished look of a home-done job. Big, softly grey eyes are framed by enormous, wire-rimmed glasses and usually underscored by dark shadows of exhaustion; they are her most noticeable feature. The rest of her face is lovely but colorless: pale skin with a light sprinkling of freckles across the delicate, slightly crooked nose, a pointed chin, and a tiny mouth that looks as though it would be best suited for small, shy smiles.

Currently, she is wearing an old, faded pair of blue jeans that have been patched neatly at both knees, a green t-shirt under a large, ugly, grey-green sweater that has been darned in many places, and a pair of much abused tennis shoes that were once white, but are now much closer to grey. Her hair has been pulled back with a plain black headband.

Bio: Gwen has spent most of her life taking care of and cleaning up after the members of her severely screwed up family. She had no time to be a little girl, because she had to hide her mother's vodka bottle, stop her sister from overdosing on pills, and make sure that her messed-up older brother got said pills on time.
Occupation: High School student, waitress at Denny's.
Skills: Because of her family member's almost suicidal habits, Gwen knows about as much about basic medical treatment as the average firefighter. More importantly, she is extremely skilled at connecting with mentally unsound people and talking them into a more stable state of mind. She also has a less fanatical version of her brothers fondness for puzzles. Beginner marksmanship.
Other: She can see okay without her glasses; like, she can't drive, but she can function.
Time Manipulation: Gwen has started to feel a tingle in the base of her skull.
Inventory: Wallet (containing driver's license, an un-cashed paycheck, and five bucks), pen, extra bottles of all of Gregory's meds, and a big, clunky Nokia cell phone that is at least three years old. handgun, 12 extra bullets (1 clips). Binoculars. Scoped Rifle, 20 bullets. Healing Water (5 vials)
Status: Good
Physical Condition: Frail frame
Mental Status: Mentally sound o---------Insane
Mental Condition: Mildly OCD, i.e. Going back to check the lock on the front door a third time before leaving.  

[NativeForeigner]

Isa-sama

Username: Isa-sama
Name: Ton'yell Jordan
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Personality: Ton'yell is a calm and logical lady. She knows that anger does not get anyone anywhere, so she rarely raises her voice. This is not a good thing, however because it means that she skips over to sadness, which is a longer lasting type of hurt. She is an introvert, and tends to push aside her darker emotions. Whenever her bottled emotions burst out, it tends to be like a firework. Huge, noticeable, loud, and then quietly withers away. When it comes to others, she is caring (motherly, one could say) and tries to make them happy. She is patient, which helps her when it comes to others' anger and rage - not to mention, situations. If ever she goes into shock/darkness, she turns to autopilot - she'll focus completely on the external situation and forget her own pain. Survival means everything.
Appearance: She is of african american descent and has long black hair that is pulled into a low bun. Her baby blue eyes are her most striking feature. She normally wears flats and semi-formal clothing (slacks, turtleneck shirt, jacket) and is of average height. The only jewelery she wears are a pair of gold hoop earrings and a gold cross necklace. She has plenty of scars on her wrists and thighs (but hidden under her jacket and slacks).
Bio: For her, everything happens for a reason. Though many of her friends and family thought she would go into physics or engineering, Ton'yell turned to a different science - psychology. Her reason? Rape. While in college, her boyfriend date raped her. She pressed charges and went through a lot of therapy to get over the trauma (though she still has nightmares over it). As she recovered, she wondered why people behaved in the manner that they do. What made them that way. She took psychology to try and understand others, but ended up learning how to help others...and herself. She hopes that by being a psychologist, she can help make a difference in people's lives. She refuses to let anyone fall into their despair - her friends and family were there to help her through her pain, and now she wants to do the same for others. Recently, a patient's mother (Alex Collins is a 14 year old boy suffering from depression) came to Ton'yell claiming that her son is dead. Ton'yell disagrees (after finding out that Alex only disappeared) and offers to help look for him. Somehow, the search led her to discover an abandoned mansion that may hold a clue to finding Alex.
Occupation: Counselor
Skills: Fast runner and 1st degree brown belt. Though she's (somewhat) learned to let go of her past, it didn't mean that she was going to let herself fall victim again. She started running every morning and took a karate class.
Other:
Coleopterist: Ton'yell is beginning to feel a sort of connection with any beetle within her vicinity.
Inventory: Black leather purse, tinted lip balm, umbrella, planner, 2 black pens, 1 black sharpie, 1 mechanical pencil, eraser, notepad, aspirin, small, house/car keys, cellphone, wallet (3 $20, 1 $10, 4 $1, 2 quarters, 3 pennies, credit cards and business cards, ID), jacket (wearing). Broom handle. 5 mini flash bombs
Status:Good
Physical Condition: Fit
Mental Status: Mentally sound ---O------Insane
Mental Condition: Low case of anxiety disorder (suffers from rare panic attacks)  

[NativeForeigner]

SiberDrac

Username: SiberDrac
Name: Alex Collins
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Personalities: Alex is a very quiet, shy, and enigmatic child. Behind his gentle gray eyes lies a sort of sad smile, as though he knows what is going to happen, knows that he can't stop it, and has calmly accepted that fact. He tries to be obedient most of the time, but as any child will, he has his own agenda every now and then. It is clear that Alex is hurt emotionally when others mock him, but all of his feelings are internalized. Like any kid, he has always liked cookies, ice cream, and simple jokes, and being in ninth grade has not changed any of his childish traits. He displays a solemn appreciation for artistic magnificence and spends a lot of time in his own mind, with worlds that no one ever sees. This is an ostensibly delicate personality who dances on the off-beat of the prosaic social tempo. It is hard for him to find friends, because they never know with whom they are really friends.
Jesse is a "cooler" character; he hangs out with tough crowds, smokes like a power plant, and ties firecrackers to cats' legs, a bubbling laughter behind his gray eyes. Jesse pushes little kids down and steals their money, but holds the door for the principal as she escorts him to her office. He is the smoothest hard-bitten bully a fourteen-year-old can be, and he is fiercely protective of Alex.
Chris is an intellectual of sorts. She cannot stand when Jesse smokes and she hates Alex's shyness, although her own aloof manner makes that hate a little hypocritical. She buries her head in books and officiously snubs most of the people she and the other two know. She glares at teachers who scold her, and the penetrating stare from those gray eyes stays with them for the rest of the day. She hates it when people call her a girly-girl, but refuses to give up her feathery pink pen or enjoyment of glitter.
B's granite eyes never see the light of day.
Appearance: Alex is a wisp of a child, standing at 5' 5". He is very thin, with no musculature to speak of. He has pale, almost platinum-blond hair down to his shoulders and gray eyes out of a smooth, unblemished face with a weak chin and otherwise innocent features. There is a long scar up his right forearm.
Bio: Mrs. Collins is not the easiest woman to get along with. She suffers from panic attacks, insomnia, manic depression, anxiety, and on occasion, violent somnambulism. Her husband left her when she was sixteen for another woman and showed up dead of alcohol poisoning on her doorstep four months later. Alex was born shortly afterwards. Her violent outbursts of mania created in Alex an introverted, gentle personality. In the rare social circumstance, only his calming words could sooth her, even while she raged that he was a mistake. She never beat him, but there was emotional pressure enough that teachers fought for a long time to take him away from her. When legal action finally succeeded, Jesse emerged, beat his foster mother into unconsciousness with a baseball bat, and ran back to his real mother, who met him crying with joy and shouting at him to go to his room, whiskey bottle in hand. The legal pressure faded over time after that incident, but Ton'yell was assigned as his therapist when he was thirteen despite the mother's angry protestations. He never really opened up to her about his situation at home, although she did meet Jesse and Chris on separate occasions.
Alex did not do well academically, and Jesse even worse. Therefore, Chris substantiated herself, working late into the night to make sure every homework assignment was perfect. Jesse stole books for her to read from the library, and Alex has known multiple sleepless nights, listening to her read to him from everything from pathology guides to Robin Hood.
One day, Mrs. Collins came home with a dangerous-looking man. Alex wanted him gone. He scared the daylights out of Jesse and Chris. Alex wanted him gone. The next day, he was, and Alex gained the scar on his arm that he has since been unable to explain.
The body was not found.
The reason he ran away was totally unrelated to the incident with his mother. Jesse wanted to go exploring and Chris wanted to discount rumors that the mansion was haunted. Alex didn't seen any reason not to; Mrs. Collins was asleep, and they decided it would be a bad idea to ask her permission. Forgiveness felt better, anyway.
Occupation: Student.
Skills: This depends on which character is present. Alex has almost no skills, except that his calmness is infectious. Jesse knows his way around firearms, knives, and minor explosives, although his physical weakness hinders extended combat. Chris is academic, with a horde of knowledge on most general subjects.
Other: Alex is aware of Chris and Jesse; he speaks with them as though they are standing in front of him, when they converse. He has no conscious knowledge of B's existence.
Elemental Manipulation: Alex: Water, Jesse: Electricity, Chris: Earth
Inventory: Pocket knife, small knapsack, bottle cap (it was more readily available than a Zip-loc bag; there in case he found useful trinkets), notebook, feathery pink pen, wooden pencil, can of root beer, two snack bars, twenty-pack of firecrackers, cigarette lighter, pack of cigarettes. Several buttons, three turkey legs. Swiss army knife.
3 mini flash bombs.
Status: Good
Physical Condition: Weaker than most children his age; intermittent smoker's cough.
Mental Status: Mentally sound ----O-----Insane
Mental Condition: Dissociative identity disorder. So far, three personalities besides Alex's have come into existence; despite this, he can be considered generally mentally stable, because of his knowledge of those personalities.  

[NativeForeigner]

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: 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