Fandom Into the Fog (A Silent Hill inspired RP) Character Sheet

[Aeris]

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Character Rules:

• All characters must be above 18 please and thank you!
• No anime or cartoon face claims, we would prefer it if you stuck to realistic
• No overpowered characters, please!
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[CaptainSully]

C O N F I D E N T I A L - P E R S O N A L - F I L E

full name:

Robert Gascoigne

alias:

Gaz

sex:

M

dob:

13/11/1988

pob:

Cardiff, UK

race:

Caucasian

height:

6'1"

weight:

196 lbs

hair:

brown

eyes:

blue

psychological profile:

Personality:

Fiercely loyal to his nearest and dearest, he is always there for those he cares about. That being said, the wall of sarcasm he hides behind can sometimes confuse people if they are meeting him for the first time. He is highly sociable and would much prefer to get on with people than to make enemies. However that doesn't mean he is afraid to stand up for himself and others. Throughout school he made a habit of defending his weaker classmates against the school bullies, often to the detriment of his own health.

Intelligence is something that comes naturally to Rob and unfortunately this can result in him being extremely stubborn and thinking that he knows better than everyone else. It isn't something he consciously believes but the reality is that his forcefulness around his ideas comes across that way. He does try to apply himself positively in situations where things get difficult but he can be quite hot headed, particularly if he feels someone has done something wrong. This can cause him to speak his mind whether or not someone wants to hear what he has to say.

Positive Traits:

𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Loyal
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Observant
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Adaptable
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Caring
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Determined

Negative Traits:

𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Hot Headed
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Stubborn
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Sarcastic
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Opinionated
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Blunt

background:

Associated Music:

Nightmarish Waltz

Skills:

𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺If there was only a single defining skill for Robert it would be his physics fitness. He excelled during his time in school and stood head and shoulders above the other trainees while learning to become a firefighter. Whether climbing up and down ladders, running with full gear or smashing through doors, he could outlast all those around him.

Some of his other skills are:

𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Cooking
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Playing guitar
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Basic survival skills
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Driving

Known Possessions:

𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Splitting maul
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Scorched picture of Sherry
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Sherry's wedding ring
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Zippo lighter

History:

British born, Robert moved to the US for college but has managed to retain his thick, Welsh accent. He was an average student, spending more time partying than studying but the novelty of his nationality meant he was popular on campus. He graduated and upon finishing college he became a firefighter.

Life took a turn for the better when he became a firefighter. He had a healthy income, a job with true satisfaction and it is what led him to meet his future wife Sherry. From the moment he met her, all the rom-com clichés applied. It was true love at first sight.

The pair were married within a year and life was great. They spoke of starting a family and planning their entire future together but unfortunately, fate had other ideas.

While at the station on a sleep in shift, the alarm was raised. As Rob readied his gear he was pulled aside by his captain and told to stay put. Immediately he knew something was wrong, nobody ever stayed behind. After pressing for answers he discovered it was his own house on fire.

He rushed home, passing the fire truck on the way such was the speed he drove. The sight of the flames tearing through his home were forever burnt into his mind from that point onward. He called for Sherry but there was no answer. He rushed towards the front door but was beaten back by the flames. If not for his colleagues pulling him away he'd have been crushed by the house as it collapsed moments later.

Sherry died in her bed, the smoke inhalation taking her before the flames could. The investigation showed that faulty wiring was the cause but it was noted the fire alarm did not ring as the blaze tore through the house.

In the years that followed Rob blamed himself, sinking to the bottom of a bottle to free the weight he carried. Soon he lost his job and not long after he found himself on the wrong side of the law. The townsfolk were sympathetic to his torment but they couldn't allow him to continue how he was. After a drunken brawl at a bar which hospitalised another patron, he was court ordered to undertake rehabilitation for his alcoholism and to speak with a therapist for his PTSD.

The alcoholism was a relatively quick fix, able to give it up with little struggle. The hardest part came soon after. Dealing with the pain and the memories of that night, it was harder than anything he had ever faced. The smell and the sound of that fire followed him everywhere and the heat...he hasn't felt cold ever since that day.

He began to improve, making progress in dealing with his grief and even got himself a job working as a handyman and home renovator. That until he received the letter.

"Dear Gaz,

I know this must be a shock but please keep reading. I am in a town called Cape Fear, it's truly beautiful. I would give absolutely anything to have you hear with me. Can you come find me?

In my wildest dreams do I wish to be held in your arms again.

Yours forever and eternally,

Sherry xxx"

No sooner had he read the letter, he got into his car and drove to Cape Fear. Little did he know what would await him.

Sherry Jones

House on fire

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It looks familiar. It's a monster, but it looks familiar.

Emma

The wallflower

name.

full name

Emma Morgan Adler

nicknames

Em

age

18 y/o

d.o.b.

December 12th

ethnicity

White

sexuality

Unsure

song name

artist

01.

visage

height

5'4"

weight

113 lbs.

hair c.

Blond

eye c.

Light green

faceclaim

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02.

psyche

Emma is a quiet girl who has grown up to habitually second guess every decision in her life. She is incredibly insecure and prefers to follow rather than lead. Although it's hard for her to think for herself, she takes pride in her ability to be precise with orders. Rules and guidelines are her safety net, and will turn to those older than her if she isn't sure what to do. Despite her sheep-like qualities, she does have a redeeming side. To those who help her, she will look after them in turn. Although only 18 years old, she has learned how to take care of others and will go into a motherly kind of frenzy to individuals who are hurt, scared, or years younger than her.

Vices

-Cowardly
-Insecure
-Dependent
-Whiny

Virtues

-Motherly
-Kind
-Patient
-Listens well

fears

-Cape Fear
-Her mother
-Dying
-The dark

03.

history

WIP

04.

gallery

05.

connections

Anna

Emma's twin sister. The two couldn't be more different, and often Emma is pushed around by her sister. Anna is much closer to their mother than Emma, to which Emma secretly resents.

Melissa

Anna and Emma's mother. Anna is the favored child and is much closer to Melissa than Emma is. Although both children try to please her, she is verbally abusive and incredibly narcissistic, which has caused both daughters their own problems.

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miscellaneous

Emma's favorite flower is a daffodil

Emma blames herself for not trying to get her sister to see how awful their mother is

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[Aeris]

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SURNAME: Kingsley
GIVEN NAME: Gwen
SEX: Female
AGE: 24
BIRTHDATE: October 13, 1998
Place of Birth: Whitechapel, Canada
HEIGHT: 5'3
WEIGHT: 105 lbs
WEAPONS: A baseball bat found in the town


NOTES:
Personality: At face value, Gwen is a very upbeat and cheerful young woman. She would do anything to help a friend in need, even if it means neglecting her own needs in the process. Because of her past, Gwen can be very guarded when it comes to letting people in. She hides any and all insecurities behind a smile and joke. Gwen is also a very bright individual. She keeps a steady head, careful not to let panic cloud her thoughts. Her stubbornness, however, can be a downside, and once her mind is set on something it is almost impossible to sway her.

Skills:

• Fairly good navigational skills from growing up in a rural area.
• Due to her smaller size, Gwen is able to slip in and out of tight places with ease.
• Attentive, Gwen is good at paying attention to smaller details (i.e memorizing number sequences and solving puzzles).

Traits (Positive and Negative):

• Positive
  • Trustworthy
  • Logical
  • Sympathetic
  • Driven
• Negative
  • Stubborn
  • Hesitant
  • People- Pleaser
  • Withdrawn, when talking about herself.

Backstory: Gwen's unfortunate life began the day she was born, October 13, 1998. The night was quite dreary and cold- far too cold for early October. Quite an unlucky day for an unlucky baby, that's what her grandmother used to say when she recalled the night. There had been several close calls during her birth but fortunately, Gwen had been able to make it. Though later in life, the day she was born would become one of her biggest regrets.
The Kingsley's weren't a wealthy family by any means, but they got by alright. Gwen recalls much of her early life with nothing but fond memories of growing up in the countryside with her parents and younger three siblings. Of course, her happiness would always be short-lived.

It was a warm July day when the tragic events took place. Gwen, being the eldest, had been put in charge of babysitting her siblings while their parents were away at work. It had been something Gwen had done countless times, there was nothing out of the normal. The Kingsley's lived in a small farmhouse in the countryside, the closest neighbors being miles away. No one ever wandered onto the property unless they were invited over or were in need of a favor. That's why, when Gwen heard a knock at the door, she thought nothing of the matter. The alarm bells didn't ring until the door was opened, revealing two men in black. Gwen had tried to close the door, but her efforts were cut short by a foot blocking the way.

"Hey, little girl," The shorter of the two men smiled, stepping closer into the doorway. "Are you home alone?" Gwen had been frozen until that moment. She was only ten- what was she supposed to do? These men weren't supposed to be there- why had they been there? By instinct, Gwen's attention snapped towards the dining room, where she had put the kids before answering the door. The two men picked up on her movements instantly, pushing their way inside.

Before Gwen knew it, she and her siblings had been tied up in the living room, the two men circling them with hunger in their eyes. By now they had pulled out the weapons, asking the kids where their parents would keep valuable items. Gwen had pleaded with the men, their parents didn't have anything worth taking. But her pleas had fallen on deaf ears. The intruders quickly came to a conclusion, they would hold her siblings hostage until she found something of value to bring to them.

The rest went by in a blur. Gwen never found anything of value. By the time her parents had gotten home it was too late. Gwen was the sole survivor of the burglary, she wished she hadn't been of course. The guilt never fully went away. If she hadn't answered that door, maybe her siblings would be here today. If she had been just a little smarter, maybe things would be different.

She had been sent to live with her maternal grandparents on the other side of the country. Her parents kept in contact when they could, though Gwen had figured it was hard for them to look at her without remembering the tragedy. The young girl couldn't blame them. She knew it had been her fault, she had been an awful big sister, unable to protect her siblings when they needed her the most.

From then on Gwen was more careful with her actions. She never jumped to conclusions until she was absolutely sure it was the safest bet. Over the years, this turned into her being a bit of a people pleaser, as she was desperate to feel important to someone, anyone who would take her. Eventually, she finished high school before taking a gap year to put aside more money. After some time, Gwen began attending her local community college as a way to knock out her core classes, but also to buy time to figure out what she wanted to do with her life.

It was the night of her 24th birthday that she received the letter.

Miss Kingsley,

We have looked over your application and would be honored to have you at Cape Fear University. Cape Fear University is a private college located in Cape Fear, Maine. You'll find we offer a long list of majors, as well as plenty of extracurricular activities. The campus itself is located in the heart of this town, which happens to be rich in history if that piques your interest. No need to worry about finding a place to live as we do offer student housing upon arrival. We do hope you take this opportunity to start a new life.

See you soon,
Cape Fear.

Gwen stared at the letter in disbelief. This was her chance to run, to get as far away from her past as she could. Gwen wasted no time in packing her bags and, it wasn't long before she was on a train to Cape Fear.

No. 1370

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[Squad141]

PERSONAL DOSSIER

full name:

Howden O. Munday

alias:

Munday

sex:

M

dob:

11/23/1996

pob:

Freytagh, IL, USA

race:

Caucasian

height:

6'1"

weight:

195 lbs

hair:

brown

eyes:

hazel

personality:

Munday can be described as very average, if a little bookish. He's knowledgeable, and enjoys learning about new things, becoming ambitious and generally nosy when it comes to mysteries and the stranger things in life. While this once wasn't an issue, due to the strange circumstances that scarred Munday in his youth, he's been more interested than ever in the oddities and unexplained phenomena of our lives. He can be indecisive at times, but usually choose the best choice first, always hoping to get the most from it. If given a choice between two horrible situations, he would try and fix both. He can, at times, fluster when he's unsure and can't quite put the picture together, but his excessive sweating usually wakes him up from his nervous stupor.

Traits
+ Openness
+ Adventurous
+ Ambitious
+ Helpful
+ Creative
- Impatient
- Callous
- Exacting
- Hesitant

background:

Skills:

• Writing
• Puzzles/riddles
• Investigation
• Skipping stones
• Archery
• Playing piano

Current Inventory:

• Cellular phone
• Wallet
• Watch
• Ibuprofen
• Paperclips x3
• Professional-grade flashlight

Preferred Weapon: Long-range weaponry, like a bow and arrow or spear

Do you believe in a bad miracle?

It was Halloween season when Howden was starting high school, and something new had come to town: a Halloween festival and street fair. Howden's family of four, consisting of himself, his parents, and his brother Obie. Since he had just earned his rights to individuality, the brothers split off from the parents and began exploring the fair. Passing by several witches and pumpkins, Obie asked to go on the Ferris wheel. Thinking nothing of it, Obie and Howden separated. Over the course of the night, as Howden explored the fair acres, he noticed strange occurences that most would chalk up to coincidence. A gang of delinquents hanging out by the generator shed. A puppeteer with sunken eyes dragging a pumpkin-headed doll into a haunted house. Every clock in an antique store synchronized for two minutes, just as Howden approached. There was an uneasy feeling in his stomach, so he began heading towards the center of the festival to find his parents. While he roamed the center, where all the booth games were, two playgrounds with children ran amok nearby. Glancing over, Howden noticed that both had children on opposing see-saws, going up and down rhythmically. He blinked, and one of the pieces of equipment stopped. A scream rang out into the festival, nearly drowned out by the excitement of it's guests. A grandfather clock fell through the front window of the antique shop. A loud boom echoed from the border of the fairgrounds as spark flew through the air, a few running along the wires of the electrical lines above. It was only a few seconds when everything went wrong, but the Ferris wheel stopped, and the control booth caught fire. People rushed over to help, but Howden stayed back. In only four minutes, the fire affected the fuel and machinery of the Wheel, and the attraction blew up.

It's been years since then, and Howden has managed to move on from the tragic death of Obie. But that concept, the idea of 'bad miracles', stuck with him. It was all in the news the week after the tragedy. A man had been murdered behind in the haunted house, every delinquent was killed in a freak electrical accident by the generators, several booth game workers were injured by distracted guests knocking throwing darts and pins into them, and of course, over thirty people perished by the Ferris wheel, both riders and those that tried to help the riders. The antique shop, the one with all the clocks, was owned by the murdered clown from the haunted house, who was killed by the puppeteer with the sunken eyes. The shop caused severe economic imbalance in town, and soon their town experienced severe loss, eventually turning into just another ghost town after everyone left.

But something very interesting just happened. A pamphlet, a poster, arrived in the mail. A very old document.

HISTORIC FALL FESTIVAL & FAIRGROUNDS
at Cape Fear!

Date: October 1st to October 27th SOON.

Come experience the festive cultures of Cape Fear! Play fun games, enjoy the local customs, and learn about the mystical history of it's tragic past!

Ghost Walks and Lodging Available upon entry.​

Obie Munday, brother

Polaroid of the tragic festival, before the incident

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[Trektek]

-Basic-
Name: Cora Bailey
Nickname(s):
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian

-Appearance-
Face Claim:

Hair: Hazel. Length down to lower back. Usually kept up in ponytail
Eyes: Bluish Gray
Skin: Pale, clear
Weight: 135 lbs
Height: 5'6"
Distinguishing Features: Tattoo of a phoenix on her upper back, Scarring on her legs from surgery
Fashion Aesthetic: Cora usually wears low cut tops and just above the knees shorts with thick black leather boots in warm weather. In cold weather, she'll wear long sleeve shirts and baggy pants with even thicker and knee high level boots. She wears a charm bracelet and 2 white gold earrings.

-Personality-
Personality: Cora used to be much more open about herself and in touch with her feelings and those of others, something that helped her to be a great stewardess, but after the crash, she became much more closed off from the world. She started to become nervous about other forms of travel at times, though surprisingly will still drive herself in a car (mainly due to the measure of control that she has rather than relying on others). She has taken this trauma in twofold. On one part, she has become much more physically active, but on the other, when she gets frustrated or overwhelmed, turns to drink.

Positive traits: Pleasant
Intelligent
Hardworking
Honest

Negative traits: Cowardly
Irritable
Discouraged
Indecisive
Talents: Athletic, Basic women's self defense, cooking, Map skills, Basic survival
Ailments: Left Knee Arthroplasty (Total Knee Replacement) after plane crash, torn rotator cuff on Right shoulder
Trauma: Survivor's Guilt due to surviving a plane crash

-History-
Relationships: Father: Gregory Bailey (Airline pilot) Close knit family relationship until the crash caused her to separate from all things related to flight
Mother: Eliza Bailey (Aircraft Mechanic) Close knit family relationship until the crash caused her to separate from all things related to flight
Younger Brother: Reginald Bailey (Police Officer) Still keeps in contact with brother. They are still very close, even with the pressure from their parents to get back in contact.
Work History: Formerly airline stewardess for 9 years until plane crash
Backstory: (Talk about your character's backstory and anything significant that happened in their life. Preferably have information around their trauma)

Inventory: Mace (The Spray Kind)
Swiss Army Knife (Mainly for the tools)
Basic First Aid Kit
Flask (Filled with Burbon)
Wallet
Xanex (In a prescription bottle)
Advil (Off the Counter Medication)