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basics
name
alias
age
gender
sexuality
role
species (human for guests)
birthdate
birth place
ethnicity
occupation

appearance
height
weight
build
voice claim
face claim
style (pictures and or least one paragraph)
posture
personal upkeep (do they wear deodorant, do they shower, are they tidy, messy, ect)
noticeable marks
piercings/tattoos

personal
favourite song
favourite colour
favourite food
native language
education level
goals
fears
quirks
traits (3 positive 3 negative)

inside
{please answer the following questions from your character's point of view)
are you afraid of the dark? if so, why
what makes you cry?
what makes you laugh?
what terrifies you the most?
introvert or extrovert?
logical or emotional?
what is your best quality?
what is your biggest flaw?
are you religious?
do you believe in demons?
personal idol/role model

past
history (2+ paragraphs)
reason for staying at the hotel
time spent at the hotel (at least one week)
family
favourite memory
worst memory
other

 

[slim]

resident right here mmmm yeah

 

[Unrlstic]

yer a wizard harry​

 

[idalie]

Lawrence Keziah Bondurant​

They kick and scream like wayward sons

Basics
Name:
Lawrence Keziah Bondurant

Alias:
Law

Age:
31 ; 208

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Role:
Resident

Species:
Cursed Human

Birthdate:
7th December 1809

Birth place:
Kensington, London, England

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Occupation:
Adventurer, sailor and enigma

Always wanting to sleep

Appearance
Lawrence is a man in his early thirties with a well-proportioned build, unshaven oval face marked by some scars, and blue eyes.

Height:
6’3”

Weight:
210 lbs

Build:
Broad and well muscled

Voice claim:
Tom Hardy

Face claim:
Tom Hardy

Style:
Pictured above; Lawrence is smart yet scruffy, wearing good quality clothes yet often they can be frayed or simply untucked - however, he never quite kept up with the modern world. His preferred style of choice being rather dated and victorian.

Posture:
Walks with authority, stands tall to intimidate and exert dominance. Has a long stride, and quick pace to keep up with. Habitually slouches at his desk.

Personal upkeep:
An untidy improviser, who keeps himself well enough groomed. His desk and room seem to be a mess, but always the perfect guest he makes an effort to clean up before moving on.

Noticeable marks:
A scar which lies horizontally over his left eye and what seems to be a gruesome impalement over his heart - the skin withered black.

Piercings/tattoos:
N/A

Dreaming away this evil place

Personal
Favourite song:
Tchaikovsky - 1812 Overture

Favourite colour:
Black

Favourite food:
Brisket

Native language:
English

Education level:
High. Comes from an aristocratic family, but has little head for academics. Nevertheless, doubting his intelligence comes at a price.

Goals:
- Finding the woman who cursed him, whether she be dead or living
- Finish punishing those who turned spurned him
- Expanding his trade to India’s up and coming market for technology and tea

Fears:
- Losing his mind
- Being consumed by his sins
- The inability to find redemption
- Tainting innocence

Quirks:
- Cracking his knuckles
- Mumbling or grunting when irritated or overwhelmed with social interaction

Traits:
+ Lawrence is a man capable of being charitable and friendly with those few who counts among his allies
+ Incredibly protective of those he’s developed bonds with
+ Stands up for what he believes in and is very vocal with his dislikes
- Inclination to violence and insubordination
- Lack of morals, or shoddy ones at least
- Rash temper, easy to rise to an insult. Fists first, questions later.

In hopes God can’t see.

Inside
Are you afraid of the dark? if so, why
“I no longer fear the darkness. I fear what it conceals.”

What makes you cry?
“Memories.”

What makes you laugh?
“Whiskey and the unintelligent.”

What terrifies you the most?
“Love. A woman may claim your heart, and she may break it. It makes men weak. It makes them stupid.”

Introvert or extrovert?
“Introvert - I believe it best that large events be kept to a minimum.”

Logical or emotional?
“Logical. If I were emotional, the world would’ve been disposed of my presence years ago.”

What is your best quality?
“Stubbornness. If you owe me coin, I’ll follow you to the fucking grave waving my fist.”

What is your biggest flaw?
“... I suppose you might say that same stubbornness has put me up in more casts than I can count on one hand.”

Are you religious?
“If God existed, I’d wring his neck with my bare hands.”

Do you believe in demons?
“Only my own.”

Personal idol/role model
“In a world like this? The revolutionaries of Russia. Lenin, Trotsky, men who had a vision and toppled a monarchy trying to achieve it.”

†

Past
History:

Lawrence Keziah Bondurant was born into a prestigious family, his father owning what came to be known as the Delaney Shipping Company, which operated independently from the East India Co. as a small, successful group of vessels who plundered the Americas and Africa, selling spices and materials - yet also slaves before they abolished trading slaves in 1807. As a boy, Law was known as rowdy and brutish, often getting into trouble with fighting and having little control over his temper. He was expelled from private school, but regained favour with his father when he joined East India Company’s military academy. Lawrence proved to be an outstanding cadet skilled in many manner of tasks, as well as a ringleader to the other younger cadets. His outlandish tricks and defiance brought him a reputation and respect from many of his associates.

As he continued to grow, flourishing under the East India Company’s guidance, his aggression seemed to worsen. This seemed to benefit him when fighting the ‘savages’ and climbing the ranks, but the ferocity brought him unwanted observers. He was allowed into a small inner circle of the company, a corporal then, to undertake the illegal task of transporting slaves. If the secret ever got out that the East India Company were actively breaking the royally declared law, there would be scandal and devastation. To cover up their true activities, Bondurant was ordered to join an insufficient skeleton crew to sail 500 slaves to the caribbean sugar plantations. But one skeleton crew wasn’t enough. The ship was lost during a storm.

Lawrence nailed shut the hull of the ship. Five hundred lives drowned. He would never forget the whites of their eyes and those deep brown irises, chains rattling with screams. Mothers, sisters, fathers, lovers. Through the grating, a woman clutched his forearm and chanted in Twi - a curse. For a heart as black as night, and a life as long as time.

He was the only survivor of the crew and their horrific cargo.

Bondurant managed to make his way back to the African coast, saved by a tribesman who taught him Twi and the wisdom few white men were privy to. Through this teaching, came another man. A changed man. And one who was heavy with grief and a ship of souls. For years he wandered, till returning to London after his father died - taking on the Delaney Shipping Company. His activities were far from good, and his hands were stained with the black, and red - bound in shackles and chains of his own imagination. During those dark days, Lawrence went mad.

By the time he picked himself up, there was business to be conducted. He smuggled and defied the law, investigating the East India Company, whilst creating connections. Travelling back and forth from London to Hong Kong, China, India, and Africa. Men who went against him, men who betrayed him, and men who dared look the wrong way at him - soon understood what fear was. There was rumours of Lawrence being a cannibal, the devil himself, and of lived so long with tribes he knew no language but savagery.

He suffered his highs and lows, the progressing ages and technologies. A dead man. The shadow of a man. For Lawrence learned things from the shamans, the chieftains, and the hunters. He knew things about the dead. Saw inconceivable darkness and participated in it. His workings in the criminal underworld continued, and so did his proclaimed insanity.

Killing traitors and cowards gets you a reputation. It left Law in danger of being caught, but through the whispers of informants, he learned of Hotel Timor. Where he now resides, waiting - watching.

Reason for staying at the hotel:
After getting rid of old enemies and settling debts, Lawerence needed to hide from the public eye awhile whilst planning out his next move considering the Delaney company and finding the woman who cursed him. Spirit or corpse, even if it means sailing all the way back to Africa’s coast. A goal that has remained his objective since the beginning.

Time spent at the hotel:
2 Months

Family
Henry Bondurant (Father - Deceased)
Alice Bondurant (Mother - Deceased)
Eleanor Bondurant (Sister - Deceased at birth)

Favourite memory:
Graduating military academy and setting out upon the HMS Briston working for the East India Company. The moment they docked in Africa, he’d never felt such elation.

Worst memory:
The day the ship sank, and the curse was placed upon him. A death that never came, and a life that continued whilst overwhelmed with grief of the souls upon his shoulders. Something he will never shake off, nor abandon.

"People who do not know me soon come to understand that I do not have any sense."

Code by JayeTheKat ​

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[logastellus]

Vampire
Subjected to change wip

 

[Reine]

( e s p e r a n z a )
xxx ​

((( Basic )))​

.: name :.
Esperanza García

.: alias :.
Espera ("er" pronounced similarly to "hair")

.: age :.
19; 143

.: gender :.
female

.: sexuality :.
indiscriminate

.: role :.
resident

.: species :.
human; ghost

.: birthdate :.
December 8, 1874

.: birth place :.
twelve miles north of Mexico City, Mexico

.: ethnicity :.
Hispanic

.: occupation :.
trader and shopkeeper

.: height :.
5' 1"

.: weight :.
49 kg.

.: build :.
thin, reasonably endowed

.: voice claim :.
Sophia Vergara

.: face claim :.
Rita Moreno

.: style :.
As pictured. Muted colours and loose, elaborate dresses. Generally very old-fashioned.

.: posture :.
exceptional, in comparison to modern times

.: personal upkeep :.
Very organised and "neat." Is often disgusted with lack of order, but she never showers or otherwise keeps up her hygiene as a result of... well, being dead.

.: noticeable marks :.
none

.: piercings/tattoos :.
two ear piercings, one on both ears (one hoop earring in each)
​

((( Personal )))​

.: favourite song :.
The Cat Came Back (Henry S. Miller, 1893)

.: favourite colour :.
red

.: favourite food :.
curry

.: native language :.
spanish

.: education level :.
basic(modern equivalent of primary school)

.: goals :.
finding her husband
restarting her business
finally getting out of the hotel

.: fears :.
that her husband is dead
water
that her murderer could be anyone

.: quirks :.
becomes anxious and aggressive around midnight

.: traits :.
- protective
+ intelligent
- often sends mixed signals to avoid being straight-forward
+ kind/caring
- explosively emotional
+ has a sense of humour



.: history :.
Espera was born in Mexico over one hundred years ago. Her parents were lower middle-class and quickly pushed her into marriage to a ranchero by the time she was sixteen. In search of work and wealth, the couple moved north into the United States of America. Her husband made a plan to meet up with her at midnight, after pulling off a murder-robbery that would give them a large sum of American money. She ventured into the woods and was almost in their planned rendezvous spot when she was drowned by someone she never saw the face of.
From there on, it was confusing. She was either in shock or denial. It took nearly a decade for her to grasp the concept of her state; dead but walking the living world. Even then, and even now, she refuses to believe that any moment she's not going to wake up in the forest she "died" in.


.: reason for staying at the hotel :.
killed nearby

.: time spent at the hotel :.
one hundred and twenty-four years

.:family :.
father
mother
two brothers
sister
husband
[all dead]

.: favourite memory :.
Her wedding. Her mother told her how proud she was, and promised that Esperanza would never be unhappy again.

.: worst memory :.
Dying. She was walking and suddenly felt herself being shoved onto a bed of rocks and sand next to a large lake. Then her head was held under water until she couldn't hold her breath any longer.

​

((( Interview )))​

.: are you afraid of the dark? if so, why :.
"I'm not afraid. It isn't a thing, really. It's a concept. Just an absence of light. People should be more afraid of the light. You can see things you don't want to."

.: what makes you cry? :.
"People. Nothing else has ever made me cry in my life."

.: what makes you laugh? :.
"When someone tries to embarrass themselves in order to bring a smile to my face. It's so silly. Or animals. Their innocence is so effortlessly pure."

.: what terrifies you the most? :.
"If you had asked me this when I was a child, I would have suggested monsters or La Llorona, a legend where I grew up. But now I know... I'm certainly most afraid of losing those I care about to Death."

.: introvert or extrovert? :.
"Can't I be both?"

.: logical or emotional? :.
"Logical, I'd like to say, though my actions don't always reflect my incredible decision-making skills."

.: what is your best quality? :.
"I'm honest. It's something so overlooked. I can trust myself if I can trust no one else."

.: what is your biggest flaw? :.
"My passion for those I care about. My... bond with others. Even clingy-ness, if you will."

.: are you religious? :.
"Deeply. I'm Christian."

.: do you believe in demons?
"Absolutely. I'd consider myself one if I hadn't met living beings worse than I."

.: personal idol/role model :.
"My mother. She's everything I wanted to be."
​

"Don't test me. You might have nothing left to lose except your life, but I've lost even that."

 

[nymphadora.]

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l o l a

we all got problems, don't we?

= lola quinn diaz
= only goes by quinn.
= wip.
= cisgender fem.
= heterosexual
= resident.
= may 9th.
= salem, massachusetts.
= american.
= con artist.

we all need heroes, do we?

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but rest assured

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there's not a single person here who's worthy

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[soggychips]

honey.​

 

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i wanna belong

name
Darnell Welland

alias
Dee

age
36

gender
Female/Transgender

sexuality
Asexual

role
Employee; Bartender

species
Human

birthdate
December 12th

birth place
Del Norte

ethnicity
Ethiopian - American

occupation
Bartender

i'm tired of being

appearance
Dee is has a very flamboyant look. She likes to use bright eye shadows and sometimes dark lipsticks. Her face is very hard to read, as mostly always plastered with a cunning grin Her eyebrows are thick and untamed, her eyes are huge and dark brown. Her head is completely bald, out of choice. Her lips are very full, and her jaw line very chiseled. She will sometimes have a light shadow of stubble along her cheeks, but she shaves as much as she can.

height
6'2

weight
181lbs

build
Wide, Brawny

voice claim
Nelsan Ellis as Lafayette Reynolds

face claim
Nelsan Ellis

style
Dee's clothes are almost always bought from a thrift store, and she likes to wear flowy materials, lots of shawls and scarves and kimonos. She loves floral prints, and although she can't always afford it, she will occasionally treat herself to a silk robe. Dee often wears colourful headgear, scarves, hats, wraps ect. She always has a pair of earrings in, huge ones with lots of gems. Her makeup is only heavy on her eyes, and she always has false lashes on. On her feet, she will occasionally wear chunky heels, but she often sticks to sandals.

posture
Very upright, straight.

personal upkeep
You know Dee's coming from the distinct scent of her rather cheap perfume. It's a fairly nice smell, but it's sort of smoky or musty, and very overpowering. Dee tries to shave at least twice a day, so as not to show any of her male traits. As of yet, Dee hasn't started transitioning with hormones, and doesn't know if she'll ever want to, so her voice is still quite deep. She keeps herself very tidy and clean, and for her, appearance is everything.

piercings/tattoos

stranger to myself

favourite song
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head - Dionnie Warwick

favourite colour
Purple

favourite food
Lasagne

native language
English

education level
High School

goals
- To adopt a kid, to buy a house, to settle down.

fears
- Her Family finding her.

quirks
- She dabbles in fortune telling and performs seances upon request.

traits
+ Calm, Good Listener, Mature
- Bored, Abrupt, Defensive

i want to belong

are you afraid of the dark?
if so, why
"I guess, yes and no. The dark is creepy, there's no lying about that, but what scares me more is what can be lurking in the dark. That's what you really gotta fear."

what makes you cry?
"When I accidentally stick my mascara in my eye."

what makes you laugh?
"When people try to tell me who I am, or who I should be. And what really makes me giggle? When they say that who i am is wrong. That gets me every time."

what terrifies you the most?
"Seeing my crazy ass family again. This is the longest I've gone without hearing from them. I have enough shit to deal with without them making things worse."

introvert or extrovert?
"I'd say extrovert, I am who I am, unapologetically, and I want the world to see that. I like to be around other people, as long as they're not ignorant."

logical or emotional?
"I'd like to say logical, but a lot of what I do is emotional. Not because I show my emotions, but if someone weak is being exploited, I act on anger and so on."

what is your best quality?
"That I finally know who I am. I spent a long time hiding that self, and finding it, but I guess now I know."

what is your biggest flaw?
"I'm very uninterested. I spent my life trying to understand myself that I never found a hobby or an interest. I feel like life's don't for me."

are you religious?
"Hell no. I am about as far away from religion as anyone can be. How can there be a God?"

do you believe in demons?
"Just cause I don't believe in God doesn't mean i don't believe in the devil. Satan is real. Demons are real. I've seen em."

personal idol/role model
"My damn self."

i can't help the way i feel

history
Darnell was born into a medium sized family, who were massively Christian. They followed the Pentecostal Church, and his Mother lived and breathed Jesus, it had gotten more of an obsession when her husband died, just a year after Darnell was born. His two brothers, Adam and Andre were perfect kids. They did their homework and went to church. They sang their hymns and were home by curfew, but Dee always felt like a liar at the church. Like he was a fraud. He'd heard his Mother and his Preacher talk about how two men being together was condemned and that he'd be burned in hell. It had haunted him, ever since he had realised he had a crush on a boy in his class. Was it his fault he was thinking that way? How could he make it stop? He hated himself, for years.

When Darnell was 13, he had become so conflicted about his feelings that he went to his Mother, Tasha. She was gentle, at first, saying that they'd get him help and take him to a man from the church who knew how to perform conversion therapy. His first day at therapy involved him being beaten and looking at pictures of naked women. It was literal torture. There was no other word. By the end of his sessions, at age 14, he was so beaten up that he didn't want to be involved with anyone. He wanted to die. If the world was so cruel, then he might as well not live in it. At age 15, Darnell tried to kill himself.

For three years, he recovered physically and mentally from his two week coma. Once he was 18, Darnell decided that enough was enough, and he decided to move to Los Angeles, not too far from home, but a big enough leap to start again. The gay scene there was very supportive. He had his first boyfriend, Frank, and it seemed like he would be the love of his life. They had matching tattoos and they went out all the time, just enjoying life. And even though things were amazing, Darnell felt like something was missing from him, like he didn't feel like he belonged. Then, during the millenium year, Frank was arrested for selling drugs. Curiously, Darnell's family turned up a week later, hoping to take him back home. Darnell blamed them. He cursed them away and threatened to kill himself again. His love was gone. He had nothing. Back to square one.

For the next ten years, Darnell floated around, avoiding the repeated attempts of his family to get him back. He went to San Francisco for a few years, and then he was back in LA. He became very spiritual and found a taste for yoga and fortune telling. But still, something was missing. On a road through Oregon, he stopped at a hotel. The first night he stayed, he talked to a very strange woman, an eccentric, he thought, but he soon realised the lady to be a ghost. She revealed to him his deepest desire. And as soon as she said it, his whole world slotted into place. He wanted to be a woman. It all seemed so real, and he suddenly became a she.

But, of course, it wasn't so easy. The spirit pointed out that they needed a new receptionist, and so the newly named Dee took up the place. Over the past five years, she's been getting to know her true self, and although Dee has only just begun, the hotel is a good place to make a name for herself; as Dee. One day, she hopes to settle down. She doesn't expect to find love again, but she does long to adopt a child. For now, she wants to let life take her, and she doesn't want to look back.

reason for staying at the hotel
It's mostly a hiding place from her family, but it's also a place she can become herself.

time spent at the hotel
five years

family
Tasha Welland - Mother
Andre Welland - Brother
Adam Welland - Brother

favourite memory
Laying on Venice beach with Frank, holding hands, and no one batting an eyelid.

worst memory
Waking up from his coma to his Mother's disappointed face.

 

[Aio]

- Basics
Name: Liu Wen
Alias: Miss Wen
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: Receptionist
Species: Psychic
Birthdate: September 19
Birth Place: Nanjing, China
Ethnicity: Chinese
Occupation: Receptionist​

sweetheart, you better shut your mouth, you'll catch flys​

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- Information
appearance
height: 5'3 ft
weight: 101 lbs
build: petite & slim
voice claim: Li BingBong
face claim: Ni Ni
style : x - x - x
posture: Liu tends to favor her right leg, often placing most of her weight on her right foot. Having one arm wrapped around her while the other holds a cigarette. When sitting she often leans foreward, resting her arms on her knees if there is not a table in front of her.
personal upkeep: Never seen with out a fresh face of makeup and her hair perfectly done. Her clothes always freshly pressed, never seen with even the smallest of wrinkles. Taking pride in her appearance she never allows anyone to see here without her full get up.
noticeable marks: She has a scar on the top of her left knee from an incident prior to coming to Timor.
piercings/tattoos: Has a tattoo of a dragon on her spine.

personal
favourite song: "That one song with that du dun du thing." Liu Wen doesn't really care for music.
favourite colour: red
favourite food: almond cookies
native language: chinese
education level: None. She is self-taught, right now she is around high school level.
goals: Get to a college level in her reading - Get up to 70 words per minute on her typing skills - Have a meaningful relationship
fears: Clowns - Being Alone - Anything smaller than a cat
quirks: Chewing the inside of her cheek when she thinks - Playing with the cord on the phone when bored - Constantly fixing her lipstick
traits :
+ Always good on her word
+ Charming
+A Good Listener
- Hard Headed
- Painfully Truthful
- Her Dark Humor

inside
are you afraid of the dark? if so, why
"I suppose...I mean I'm not gonna stick my leg out of the sheets if that's what you mean. You never know what's lurking in the dark."
what makes you cry?
" A broken nail. You know how long it took me to grow these out!"
what makes you laugh?
"Give me a bottle of whisky and almost anything."
what terrifies you the most?
"Clowns. You never know who is really behind their painted smiles."
introvert or extrovert?
"I'm a very private person but I can talk to most anyone. I mean I'm a receptionist we kind of have to don't we? Is there something inbetween?"
logical or emotional?
"Never was an emotional kind of girl. I think it all a bunch of bull when one says to follow your heart. Honey your heart's just there to pump blood from point a to point b, ain't nothin to follow."
what is your best quality?
"My charm. It's said I can charm the pants off of any man... or woman for that matter. Wanna test it out?"
what is your biggest flaw?
"I've been told I'm terribly vain. Can't help it if I like to look my best, now is it."
are you religious?
"I like to think someone's out there you know. But that's about as religious I get. If there's a hell you'll definatly find me there."
do you believe in demons?
"Honey have you looked around this place? Everyone has demons."
personal idol/role model
"It was my sister but then she turned out to be worse than my mama. So I figured I can't disapoint myself so I am my role model."

past
history: Liu Wen grew up as the youngest child of the Wen family. They were a well respected family, her father holding a high position within the government and her mother involved in the community. Upstanding members within their community with their children they were percieved as the perfect family. Although that was far from the truth.

Unlike some children Wen had gifts, although her family saw it as a curse. Believing that Wen was cursed by one of her fathers rivals. Her gifts came in spurts at first although the longer she suppressed them the more out of control they became, thus causing her family to fear her. Liu Wen's father was a terrible drunk, and instead of being agressive he was like a ghost. Coming home at all hours of the night and leaving in the morning, he might as well been none-existant for Wen. As for her mother Wen had very little respect for her. Between the little effort her mother put in to help her father and the absolute disgust she seem to have toward Wen and her sister, Wen found little to look up to. Although her sister was another story, smartest in her class while Wen never started, Wen idolized her sister.

Upon turning 18 Wen left her family as soon as she could. By then ties had been cut after the death of her father, her sister turning against her after her mother filled her head with lies. After months of running she found refuge within the walls of Timor. Going into hidding, the thought of leaving never once crossing her mind.

reason for staying at the hotel
"I work here. The pays good and it keeps me off the streets. Plus where else would a weirdo like me go?"
time spent at the hotel:
"You lose count after five years."

family
Mao Wen - Father - 47 - decesed
Xian Wen (Nee. Cui) - 54 - possibly alive
Wei Wen - Sister - 30 - alive

favourite memory
"My father's funeral. Was a pleasure to watch that bastard lowered into the ground."
worst memory
"Realizing my sister was just like my mother."
other
none

Miss Wen​

code by pasta​

 

[Noble]

"In the darkness I will meet my creators, and they will all agree that I am a suffocator."
Alma Cruickshank​

Alias: Thanatos
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Sapphic
Role: Resident
Species: Human Witch
Birthdate: November Eleventh
Birthplace: Coastal, Maine
Ethnicity: Norse-Celtic
Occupation: Non-traditional Medical Practitioner

Who Am I?

Appearance​

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 124lbs.
Build: Slender, almost gangling.
Voice Claim:
Face Claim:
Style: It is a mix of things. Either some of the most bland, formal outfits you'll ever see or the most colorful, festive, bohemian looks. And the in-between looks are even odder. But she truly carries what she likes to call the "Witch Aesthetic."
Posture: Her average posture is a bit awkward, any resting position never looks comfortable or healthy even. There is a lot about her posture that reads as trying to ward others off; it's not welcoming and open, but not unfriendly. She may often sport a bit of a slouch, and her head always hangs at an angle--a little awkward incline, like a curious animal.
Personal Upkeep: Rest assured, Alma is always very clean. But she does always smell like the outdoors, odd smelling herbs, and incense. A coppery scent follows her as she walks, curious but usual, and she never wears a fleck of makeup.
Noticeable Marks: There are many little scars all over her hands, a sign that she works or worked with a lot of sharp tools and may not have always been dexterous with them. There is a thick scar going down the center of her bottom lip, so delicate it splits open regularly; especially when she is dehydrated.
Piercings/Tattoos: Alchemical and Nordic runes are printed on her fingers, and a strange eye on the back of her neck.

Is This Me?

Personal​

Favorite Song: Shawn James' "Through The Valley"
Favorite Color: Evergreen
Favorite Food: Instant Ramen
Native Language: English
Education Level: Medical School Drop-out, raised in more ancient teachings with nontraditional medicinal knowledge.
Goals: Finding herself, finding those very goals she lacks. Perhaps having her own shop one day, maybe even a safe home of her own. But for now, her goal is to stay an enigma, and to stay lying low.
Fears: Her sister, Rory. Small spaces. Losing any control over her environment. Her cover or practice being blown.
Quirks:
Traits:

What Do You Want?

Inside​

"Are you afraid of the dark? If so, why?"
I will never fear the dark, my mother taught me from a very, very young age that the only thing in the dark to be afraid of is her. And myself.

"What makes you cry?"
That is... a hard one to answer. Loss, I suppose, like anyone else I'm not fond of losing things. I cry when I'm frustrated as well... or angry. I can't help it really, I'm an emotional person even if I try to contain it.

"What makes you laugh?"
I have an odd sense of humor, so almost anything I'm sure. My mind is made up of inside jokes with myself. I think animals are funny, they do funny things.

"What terrifies you the most?"
...My sister is probably the most terrifying thing in this world.

"Introvert or Extrovert?"
I prefer Ambivert. I have great distaste for both dispositions.

"Logical or Emotional?"
Both are required for the human nature of existing. I'm very logically minded but my emotions can get the best of me at times.

"What is your best quality?"
I like to help people, only the people who will accept it though. You know what they say; "You can lead a horse to water..."

"What is your biggest flaw?"
I'm the bravest coward you'll ever meet, unfortunately.

"Are you religious?"
Deities, entities, and spirits exist all around us, in all forms. I don't consider myself religious, but my spiritualism is more than obvious.

"Do you believe in demons?"
Of course I do. Maybe not in the same way most do, but I know they exist in some shape or form.

"Personal Idol or Role Model?"
I read about many people through history, and I have a great fondness for a lot of them, it's hard to pin just one down. I never stick to one long.

Where Have I Been?

History​

Born and raised in Maine, Alma grew up under the hard teachings of her mother, who carried with her a long and prideful lineage of witchcraft. Her bloodline had not only a natural and fantastic gift for the craft, but the magic manifested in more visceral ways than that of the average practitioner. It was real, and physical--metaphysical, rather. They had so much power, and so much history behind it. The Cruickshanks had over two hundred years of grimoires with over two hundred years of personal knowledge of their craft.
It was a strict household, and Alma's parents were never the kindest of people; they were intimidating, hard to please, and sometimes even cruel, and all of this made for a very hard childhood full of study and isolation. But she wasn't completely alone, she had her sister, and she was always someone to rely on.
They were best friends, Rory and Alma, and they planned to take the world by storm one day, with their powers they had childhood dreams of their unstoppable adulthoods ahead of them; they could have whatever they wanted, they would see it all, they would live deliciously.
But before any of that could come to fruition, darkness settles over. Alma didn't know why her skin would crawl at night, and demons danced in her dreams, and she'd wake in cold sweats with hot breath in her ear and quiet whispers in the air. She didn't know what Rory was doing in the late of night, not until Alma found her parents dead, laying against the ceiling with their bodies split in half, Rory celebrating beneath them through a ritual Alma couldn't recognize. Everything that happened in the coming years is blackness, horror, and chilling to the point that Alma abandoned home, having set the house ablaze with Rory inside, hoping that that would have been enough.
She moved on to college, trying to find a life she could live. But it was never meant to last, and her fears and paranoia played on her mind. She saw her sister in everything, and eventually the hallucination became uncomfortably real and intimate. It drove her out of school, it pushed her across the country, and finally she landed in Oregon. Her desperation for money had her pushing a very special business several states back where she did a "non-traditional" medical practice. Mostly she provided abortions via herbalism, but she offered many more magical medical options, but the abortions are what paid the bills.
Meeting a new client in Oregon, she reserved a room in an old hotel to execute the procedure, and then after that? She stayed. The nightmares and hallucinations weren't quite as alarming in Hotel Timor, there was so much going on behind those walls that it created a static around her, and for the first time she felt a little safe.

Time Spent At The Hotel: Five Months
Family: Sister, Rory. Mother, Verity. Father, Rufus.

Favorite Memory: A late summer at the family lake house, Alma and Rory had a whole day alone together on the lake. Nothing eventful happened and it was the most peace Alma ever knew.

Worst Memory: The death of her parents, but most importantly, knowing that the sister she had known and loved was dead too.

Other:

 

[Steve Freeling]

Basics
Name: Steve Freeling
Alias: N/A
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Role: Guest
Species: Human
Birthdate: April 4
Birth place: Simi Valley, CA
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation: (Out-of-Work) Real Estate Agent

Appearance

Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown
Height: 6' 3½" (1.92 m)
Weight: 186 lbs.
Build: Athletic
Voice claim: Craig T. Nelson
Face claim: Craig T. Nelson
Style:

Posture: Upright
Personal upkeep: Steve wears deodorant, showers every day, brushes his teeth every day and tries to keep his room relatively clean.
Noticeable Marks: A stomach scar from having his appendix removed at ten years old
Piercings/Tattoos: None

Personal
Favorite song: I'm a Survivor by Reba McEntire
Favorite color: Blue
Favorite food: Fried chicken
Native language: English
Education level: College
Goals:
Steve's goal is to get out of the hotel and make it home to his family.
Fears:
Snakes
Quirks:
He chews his tongue when he's bored.
Traits:
+ Caring
+ Intelligent
+ Friendly
- Short temper
- Skeptical
- Stubborn

Inside
Are you afraid of the dark?
"No."
What makes you cry?
"There was this one time when my wife stopped breathing, I thought it was all over. That's about it and that was... Two years ago?"
What makes you laugh?
"Well, I thought Nine to Five was the funniest thing ever when I saw it on VHS as a kid during the late '80s and early '90s. ...Okay, okay, I still get a kick out of it."
What terrifies you the most?
"The thought that I might be stuck in this hellhole and never make it home to my wife and kids."
Introvert or extrovert?
"Extrovert. Have to be when you're trying to sell a house."
Logical or emotional?
"I like to think I have a good balance between both. Sure, logic helps, but sometimes you have to rely on gut instinct."
What is your best quality?
"Most have mentioned how friendly I am."
What is your biggest flaw?
"And that's when people start to mention my short temper, my skepticism and my stubbornness."
Are you religious?
"I am a Christian. I was raised Catholic."
Do you believe in demons?
"Yes. I'm pretty sure there were some in my old house."
Personal idol/role model
"Dad taught me everything about being a husband and father, so it would have to be him."

Past
History:
Steve was born to North Texan parents, Zeek and Beth, in Simi Valley, California. A year later, his sister Chris came along. Two years after that, their brother Keith became the newest addition to the family. The three were given a Catholic upbringing and Zeek charged Steve with the task of keeping his younger siblings out of trouble. Though there were times Steve succeeded, there were also times they got into trouble. Steve even led the way as they sneaked into R-rated action movies.
In the last years of high school, just as his blond hair was beginning to turn brown, Steve met a girl named Diane Wilson who had just moved to Simi Valley from Phoenix, Arizona. They began dating and stayed together until after high school ended. They married after both had turned 21. Within their first two years of marriage, their oldest daughter Dana was born. Two years later, their son Robert was born. Soon, the apartment became too small for their growing family. Steve soon received his degree in business and took a job as a real estate agent for a man named Frank Teague who led a company called The Teague Group, to sell houses for Teague's new neighborhood called Cuesta Verde. Teague had a three-bedroom house built for Steve and his family. A pleasant surprise came in the fact that Diane was pregnant again and they moved into the house Carol Anne would be born in due to the ambulance arriving too late. Everything was normal for the first five years.
It wasn't long, however, before the dishes broke and the chairs stacked themselves on top of the kitchen table. As Steve came home from work one day, Diane, having just discovered this, told him about it. Steve was initially skeptical until later that night, a tree took Rob through his bedroom window and tried to carry him off in a tornado. After an arduous battle with the demonic tree, Steve managed to save Rob shortly before both calling in a team of parapsychologists and having Zeek and Beth to keep Dana, Rob and Annie until it was over. The next day, Teague admitted to having built the neighborhood where a cemetery had been located. Steve considered this "sacrilegious." Diane stopped breathing and Steve made a frantic attempt to resuscitate her, which came out successful. A medium the parapsychologists called in performed an exorcism that night stating that the house was "clean." Steve went to have one final talk with Teague and hand in his resignation.
Steve drove to the house for a final time to move his family out for good. He came home to find the house bathed in a blue glow. When skeletons began to pop out of the ground, Steve pieced it all together. Teague, who had ridden in Steve's car, had only moved the headstones and left the bodies behind. Steve swore at him in anger before taking his family to the Holiday Inn for the night. As they were leaving, they saw the house collapse into nothingness. Not long after, Diane called her mother in Altadena, California and they went to live with her, where they currently live.
Reason for staying at the hotel:
His wife decided he needed a break from everything and sent him here on a plane. She has no clue that what she's sent her husband into.
Time spent at the hotel: Two weeks
Family:
Diane Wilson Freeling (Wife, 34)
Dana Freeling (Daughter, 12)
Robert "Rob" "Robbie" Freeling (Son, 10)
Carol Anne "Annie" Freeling (Daughter, 7)
Walter Ezekiel "Zeek" Freeling (Father, 59)
Elizabeth "Beth" Braverman Freeling (Mother, 60)
Christie "Chris" Freeling (Sister, 34)
Keith Freeling (Brother, 32)
Favorite memory:
The day he met Diane
Worst memory:
The day his grandfather died
Other:

 

[spectro]

wip

name
kane o'sullivan

alias
sully

age
twenty-six

gender
male

sexuality
heterosexual

role
guest

species
human

birthdate
october 13th

birth place
boston, massachusetts

ethnicity
american

occupation
car/bike mechanic

appearance
kane has very dark features. dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, dark eyebrows. though, his skin is a huge contrast, being almost deathly pale. his complexion isn't in the greatest shape, and he has various scars from different fights, but mostly from acne. he often has a light stubble on his jaw line, but doesn't like having a beard. he has a very wide smile, when he shows it, and high cheekbones. his nose is straight, although it's been broken twice. his hair is long, and goes just past his shoulders.

height
6'4''

weight
199lbs

build
lanky/toned

voice claim
evan peters as kit walker (ahs)

face claim
benedict samuel

style

Spoiler: style

posture
personal upkeep (do they wear deodorant, do they shower, are they tidy, messy, ect)
noticeable marks
piercings/tattoos

personal
favourite song
favourite colour
favourite food
native language
education level
goals
fears
quirks
traits (3 positive 3 negative)

inside
{please answer the following questions from your character's point of view)
are you afraid of the dark? if so, why
what makes you cry?
what makes you laugh?
what terrifies you the most?
introvert or extrovert?
logical or emotional?
what is your best quality?
what is your biggest flaw?
are you religious?
do you believe in demons?
personal idol/role model

past
history (2+ paragraphs)
reason for staying at the hotel
time spent at the hotel (at least one week)
family
favourite memory
worst memory
other

 

[lvcid]

the basics

name elizabeth clary
alias eliza
age twenty-three
gender cisfemale
sexuality heterosexual
role resident
species human psychic
birthdate october third
birth place new orleans, louisiana
ethnicity american
occupation waitress

at a glance

height 5 ft, 4 in
weight 120 lbs
build slender
voice claim lili reinhart
face claim katherine mcnamara
style elizabeth gravitates to bohemian-style clothes. she prefers flowy, loose-fitting fabrics and is particularly fond of floral patterns in warm colors. rarely does she wear shoes, as she finds them unnecessary and cumbersome, but when she does, it's more than likely her favorite pair of sandals hidden beneath the long folds of her skirt. her neck and arms are always laden down with dangly jewelry that tinkles as she walks. on most days, she wears her long, red locks in elaborate braids, but if she's having a bad day, she will simply wear her hair down.
posture eliza keeps her back straight and flat to the chair when sitting so as to better watch the people around herself. she often plays with her fingers and the many rings that adorn them as she clasps her hands together atop the table. when she walks, her strides are graceful and her footfalls are light. standing, elizabeth keeps her chin high and shoulders back.
personal upkeep despite her clothes' loose and sloppy appearance, elizabeth is well put-together. rarely does she wear makeup, but she keeps her face clean. her hair, though wild and tangled, is kept back in neat plaits with not a strand out of place. she keeps her nails short and out of the way. never does she leave her room without putting on as much jewelry as would look presentable.
noticeable marks a small, bird-shaped birthmark on the back of her left hand
piercings several holes in her ears
tattoos a tattoo of a flower on her neck

a little more personal

favourite song fly me to the moon by frank sinatra
favourite color garnet
favourite food beignets
native language english
education level high school
goals words
fears words
quirks is secretly really good at cooking cajun food, carries around a frog for good luck, fidgeting with her rings when thinking
traits words

on the inside

are you afraid of the dark? if so, why? words
what makes you cry? words
what makes you laugh? words
what terrifies you the most? words
introvert or extrovert? words
logical or emotional? words
what is your best quality? words
what is your biggest flaw? words
are you religious? words
do you believe in demons? words
personal idol/role model words

the past is in the past

history words
reason for staying at the hotel words
time spent at the hotel six months
family words
favourite memory words
worst memory words
other words