Wayne
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BLEAK PINES
The Diner Booth Crew
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The Tormented
Taken
Beatrice had always considered [THE TORMENTED] her closest friend, the kind of bond that only time and shared history could forge. From the laughter-filled days of childhood to the late nights of whispered secrets, they had been inseparable. It was at [THE TORMENTED]'s house, perched on the edge of Bleak Pines, where the group had spent their last night together. The memories of that night were bitterly sharp, especially for [THE TORMENTED], who had watched Beatrice leave, drunk and disoriented, and offered her a ride home. Beatrice had declined, as if unknowingly setting the stage for the tragedy that would unfold.
When the news of Beatrice's disappearance reached them, a heavy guilt clung to [THE TORMENTED] like a second skin. The weight of the unanswered question, could they have done something differently? gnawed relentlessly. It was a torment that refused to release its grip, even as the years passed.
In the months that followed, [THE TORMENTED] had briefly found solace in a brief, turbulent relationship with [THE RESENTFUL]. It had been a fleeting attempt at distraction, but their relationship ended in acrimony, leaving behind the same bitter taste that lingered from Beatrice's departure. Bleak Pines, once a place of familiarity, now felt like a cage, a reminder of what had been lost, and of the mistakes that couldn’t be undone.
When the news of Beatrice's disappearance reached them, a heavy guilt clung to [THE TORMENTED] like a second skin. The weight of the unanswered question, could they have done something differently? gnawed relentlessly. It was a torment that refused to release its grip, even as the years passed.
In the months that followed, [THE TORMENTED] had briefly found solace in a brief, turbulent relationship with [THE RESENTFUL]. It had been a fleeting attempt at distraction, but their relationship ended in acrimony, leaving behind the same bitter taste that lingered from Beatrice's departure. Bleak Pines, once a place of familiarity, now felt like a cage, a reminder of what had been lost, and of the mistakes that couldn’t be undone.
The Forgetful
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[THE FORGETFUL] was the last to join the diner booth crew, arriving just weeks before Beatrice’s disappearance. Because of this, they didn’t feel the same weight of loss that seemed to anchor the others. To them, Beatrice’s memory didn’t bring comfort or joy, it was a specter, keeping the group shackled to the past. They believed the others needed to let her rest, to finally move forward and find happiness. But voicing such thoughts felt dangerous, almost sacrilegious, so they kept their feelings buried.
In quieter moments, [THE FORGETFUL] would catch themselves glancing at [THE NIGHT OWL], a lingering remnant of a high school crush they’d never dared to confess.
In quieter moments, [THE FORGETFUL] would catch themselves glancing at [THE NIGHT OWL], a lingering remnant of a high school crush they’d never dared to confess.
The Resentful
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[THE RESENTFUL] had spent their life in Beatrice’s shadow, always second place. Every accomplishment, every triumph, seemed to pale in comparison to hers. Joining the diner booth crew only magnified the imbalance, Beatrice commanded all the attention, all the love, leaving [THE RESENTFUL] feeling invisible. Their parents’ constant comparisons only deepened the wound, turning admiration into simmering resentment.
When Beatrice disappeared, [THE RESENTFUL] felt an unsettling calm. There was no denying the pang of guilt that followed, but there was also a twisted sense of relief. For the first time, the possibility of stepping out from Beatrice’s shadow felt real. The thought of finally being first, of no longer living in comparison, was intoxicating, no matter how absurd it seemed to take solace in her absence. After all, despite everything, they had been friends.
During high school, [THE RESENTFUL] had secretly harbored feelings for [THE LOVER], even though they were in a relationship with Beatrice. When she vanished, it felt like a door had opened, one they didn’t hesitate to step through. But their attempt to pursue [THE LOVER] ended in disaster. The confrontation was sharp and unforgiving, with [THE LOVER] lashing out, accusing [THE RESENTFUL] of disrespecting Beatrice’s memory by trying to take her place. The fight left their relationship fractured, irreparably strained. Awkward silences and unspoken tension filled the spaces between them, making it impossible to recapture what little camaraderie they once had, they shortly had a relationship with [THE TORMENTED] a few months after the fight, but from the very start, things were just never going to work out.
When Beatrice disappeared, [THE RESENTFUL] felt an unsettling calm. There was no denying the pang of guilt that followed, but there was also a twisted sense of relief. For the first time, the possibility of stepping out from Beatrice’s shadow felt real. The thought of finally being first, of no longer living in comparison, was intoxicating, no matter how absurd it seemed to take solace in her absence. After all, despite everything, they had been friends.
During high school, [THE RESENTFUL] had secretly harbored feelings for [THE LOVER], even though they were in a relationship with Beatrice. When she vanished, it felt like a door had opened, one they didn’t hesitate to step through. But their attempt to pursue [THE LOVER] ended in disaster. The confrontation was sharp and unforgiving, with [THE LOVER] lashing out, accusing [THE RESENTFUL] of disrespecting Beatrice’s memory by trying to take her place. The fight left their relationship fractured, irreparably strained. Awkward silences and unspoken tension filled the spaces between them, making it impossible to recapture what little camaraderie they once had, they shortly had a relationship with [THE TORMENTED] a few months after the fight, but from the very start, things were just never going to work out.
The Night owl
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[THE NIGHT OWL] was always the smart one, the dependable problem-solver the group turned to when faced with questions or dilemmas. Reliable and insightful, they were a steady presence, but their quiet nature often kept them on the sidelines of the diner booth crew’s more social moments. High school life and group activities sometimes felt like a party they weren’t entirely invited to. But Beatrice was different. She had a way of bridging the gap, pulling [THE NIGHT OWL] into the circle and making them feel like they belonged. For the first time, they had a place to call home.
When Beatrice vanished, [THE NIGHT OWL]’s carefully constructed world began to crumble. She had been their anchor, the first person to truly see them, to give them space to vent, to feel connected. Things at home were never easy, and the group had become an escape. But without Beatrice, the group felt fractured, incomplete. Refusing to accept her disappearance as mere happenstance, [THE NIGHT OWL] became consumed with theories and conspiracies, convinced there had to be an explanation.
Their obsession with finding answers grew relentless. Each yearly reunion became an opportunity to dig for new clues, no matter how tenuous. But this single-minded pursuit came at a cost. The intensity of their fixation alienated them from the rest of the diner booth crew, creating a chasm that widened with each passing year. What had once been a source of solace now felt like another thing they had lost.
When Beatrice vanished, [THE NIGHT OWL]’s carefully constructed world began to crumble. She had been their anchor, the first person to truly see them, to give them space to vent, to feel connected. Things at home were never easy, and the group had become an escape. But without Beatrice, the group felt fractured, incomplete. Refusing to accept her disappearance as mere happenstance, [THE NIGHT OWL] became consumed with theories and conspiracies, convinced there had to be an explanation.
Their obsession with finding answers grew relentless. Each yearly reunion became an opportunity to dig for new clues, no matter how tenuous. But this single-minded pursuit came at a cost. The intensity of their fixation alienated them from the rest of the diner booth crew, creating a chasm that widened with each passing year. What had once been a source of solace now felt like another thing they had lost.
The lover
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[THE LOVER] had started their relationship with Beatrice during their sophomore year. It all felt so natural. Beatrice had a kindness and an irresistible magnetism that seemed to draw people in without effort. [THE LOVER] had been just one of many captivated by her, but fate—or luck—had worked in their favor. Being her neighbor gave them a chance to connect outside the chaos of high school hallways, turning chance encounters into lingering conversations.
It wasn’t long before those moments grew into something more, and by the time they joined the diner booth crew as Beatrice’s significant other, [THE LOVER] was already deeply entwined in her world. They were quickly embraced by the group, becoming a vibrant presence, fun, caring, and always looking out for others. But there was one exception: [THE TORMENTED]. Beatrice’s childhood friend had a way of lingering too close, their connection too familiar, too intimate. It stirred a gnawing jealousy in [THE LOVER], a sense that [THE TORMENTED] wanted something more.
Their last night together would become a nightmare etched into memory. [THE LOVER] had drunk too much, their jealousy boiling over into a confrontation with [THE TORMENTED]. Heated words escalated into a fight, one that [THE TORMENTED] refused to back down from. Beatrice, furious and fed up, stormed out, leaving with [THE TORMENTED] to cool off. But when the night ended, only [The Tormented] came back. Beatrice had vanished.
The disappearance left [THE LOVER] drowning in guilt and resentment. The thought that Beatrice had chosen [THE TORMENTED] over them in her final moments cut deeper than they could admit. It twisted their anger into something sharper, especially when facing [THE TORMENTED], whose presence felt like a constant reminder of what they’d lost.
In the wake of her disappearance, the fallout was swift and unforgiving. The diner booth crew, once a haven, began to see [THE LOVER] in a new light, a hotheaded, volatile figure prone to anger. The fight had left a mark, not just on their reputation but on the fragile bonds they’d built. Time passed, but the shadow of that night lingered. Changing the way others saw them felt impossible, and no matter how much they tried to move forward, [THE LOVER] remained trapped by the weight of what had been, and what might never be.
It wasn’t long before those moments grew into something more, and by the time they joined the diner booth crew as Beatrice’s significant other, [THE LOVER] was already deeply entwined in her world. They were quickly embraced by the group, becoming a vibrant presence, fun, caring, and always looking out for others. But there was one exception: [THE TORMENTED]. Beatrice’s childhood friend had a way of lingering too close, their connection too familiar, too intimate. It stirred a gnawing jealousy in [THE LOVER], a sense that [THE TORMENTED] wanted something more.
Their last night together would become a nightmare etched into memory. [THE LOVER] had drunk too much, their jealousy boiling over into a confrontation with [THE TORMENTED]. Heated words escalated into a fight, one that [THE TORMENTED] refused to back down from. Beatrice, furious and fed up, stormed out, leaving with [THE TORMENTED] to cool off. But when the night ended, only [The Tormented] came back. Beatrice had vanished.
The disappearance left [THE LOVER] drowning in guilt and resentment. The thought that Beatrice had chosen [THE TORMENTED] over them in her final moments cut deeper than they could admit. It twisted their anger into something sharper, especially when facing [THE TORMENTED], whose presence felt like a constant reminder of what they’d lost.
In the wake of her disappearance, the fallout was swift and unforgiving. The diner booth crew, once a haven, began to see [THE LOVER] in a new light, a hotheaded, volatile figure prone to anger. The fight had left a mark, not just on their reputation but on the fragile bonds they’d built. Time passed, but the shadow of that night lingered. Changing the way others saw them felt impossible, and no matter how much they tried to move forward, [THE LOVER] remained trapped by the weight of what had been, and what might never be.
extra information.
It's important to know that roles are NOT gender locked, so you are free to go for anything, however I strongly suggest leaving their sexuality at bisexual since we have no idea who the official cast will be.
Now, about age, characters are supposed to be somewhere around their mid 20s, appearance wise I want strictly realistic face claims and you are free to add as much information as you really want, but do keep the basic concepts of the character in your character sheet, such as relationships with other characters.
NO SET DEADLINE FOR THE TIME BEING!!!
Now, about age, characters are supposed to be somewhere around their mid 20s, appearance wise I want strictly realistic face claims and you are free to add as much information as you really want, but do keep the basic concepts of the character in your character sheet, such as relationships with other characters.
NO SET DEADLINE FOR THE TIME BEING!!!
All RPN rules apply.
Characters will be reviewed and players privately messaged if accepted.
Players must be 18+ to participate!
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