Realistic or Modern 𝕊𝕋𝔸𝕐 𝔸𝕎𝔸𝕂𝔼 // 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 (roster)

[BELIAL.]

STAY AWAKE // A NEW NIGHTMARE
character roster

"Carving away our fingerprints out of our fingertips until they're smooth
Lie awake ; I sleep awake"​

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• the ʀᴏʟᴇꜱ
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• gm ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ

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  - Few notes before you make your sheets: they will not be first come first serve. Reserves that are made are to signal your pitch, your idea and to give yourself some time and space to finish your idea. Finishing the app is the only sign that you are committing to the idea, and since I am reviewing apps on a rolling basis (if you finish early I will view them), that's when the role will be filled. I will try to give a grace period to anyone requesting extensions if the same role is contested, so don't think I won't consider that!! It will be case by case but my hope is to give people reason to take their time with their apps!
  
  - ONE APP per person until acceptances are done roles that are able to be filled are filled; then secondary characters are able to be taken! If you wish to put multiple reserves that's alright! Just pick ONE to commit to!
  
  - REALISTIC FCS ONLY. No art, no anime, no AI generated anything.
  
  - Reminder that the core 5 should be between 23-25 years old. Extraneous roles are anything else, or if something significant for the ages is listed in the roles, as long as they are above 18.
  
  - There are no set genders/sexes for the roles, so feel free to do what you like with it.
  
  - Please use the forms I have provided. Feel free to add whatever code to it but the information listed must be there or I will ask you to edit.
  
  - Apps will be due in one week: Sep 2nd. Again, if you finish before and wish for me to review the app, I will. If I don't think it's the right sort of energy for the RP, I will tell you this or I will ask you to make revisions where needed. Again (2.0), please don't take it personally.
  
  
  
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  Core 5
  The Incarcerated
  It was your false incarceration that started the beginning of the end. Though the blood was on your hands, and you stood in front of your sibling’s body, you knew that you were not guilty. You knew that it was Freddy who killed them, and Freddy who was framing you. By the time you were twenty-three, your time for freedom had finally come— along with the nightmares of your sibling telling you to come home. Maybe you shouldn’t have listened to them, but you knew that if you told anyone they’d send you right back from where you came from.
  
  The First - taken by lostbird
  The first in the group and the first to leave Springwood. By whatever nature you’re someone who can bring a group together, and if anyone’s to blame for really starting the chain reaction of a friend group dissolving under stress, it’s you.
  
  The Second - taken by BELIAL.
  A second in command by nature, you’re not a leader. Doomed to be a follower or perhaps you decided to take the initiative for the first time in your life, you were the second to leave. Always in the shadow of the first, it’s about time you found your own spotlight.
  
  The Third - taken by anyasjoy
  Probably the most morally correct and steadfast out of the others, you were the third to leave and did so on your own accord, paving your own path in life away from the people you no longer agree with. Can commonality bring you back into the fold? Or will you try to change minds?
  
  The Fourth
  The odd one out, you were always someone who beat to the rhythm of their own drum. Rebellion just comes natural to you, and whether or not you left Springwood doesn’t affect that part of you is still drawn to the place, regardless of the nightmares. Will you resist the call? Or find yourself stumbling along the clueless flock into greater danger?
  
  Extraneous
  The Protector - taken by Because
  Someone who knew the core five well, always taking them under your wing, and always trying to be there for them when tough times called for a strong supporter. Whether you were a teacher, a parental figure or just an upperclassmen who cared, you’re older than the five. And, regardless, you’re stuck in the thick of it as well.
  
  The Authority
  Pivotal to the case that got the Incarcerated locked up all those years ago, you’re either convinced they’re guilty of a horrible crime or sure of their innocence, one formerly rookie cop against a whole station who simply wanted to put to rest a dead child. There’s blood on your hands too, and you’re just as involved as the others.
  
  The Bully
  A former bully with a bone to pick against the five, or maybe just one of them, you were a villain in your own right. You did, however, lose some of your own ‘friends’ to the trend of disappearances that plagued Springfield all those years ago. Maybe you’ve moved on. Maybe you haven’t. At this point you don’t have a choice— your nightmares are far more vivid, and far more compelling.
  
  The Bystander
  You have never been involved, by your own choice or by happenstance, and that’s just how it's been. Why you’re involved now, not even you know… But there’s always a reason for everything, isn’t there? Even for the most unexplained things…
  
  
  
  
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  RESERVATION - this is required unless you just drop your finished app. WIPs will not count as a reserve. You need to fill this out.
  
  Character Name:
  Character Age:
  Role:
  Faceclaim: (Please include an image as well)
  Pitch/Idea: (Doesn't have to be long, doesn't have to be incredibly detailed. Essentially the idea that you have for the role/your character)
  
  
  CHARACTER SHEET - feel free to put this in whatever code/style that you like. Please have this information in it as a minimum.
  
  Character Name:
  Character Age:
  Role:
  Occupation:
  POB: (Place of Birth)
  Current Residence:
  
  4+ Personality Traits: (please include some positive and negative, anything that may loan them assets for working in a group, or anything that may impede their ability to work together)
  Interests: (What sort of things is your character interested in? Hobbies? Food? Media? This can get as vague/around the topic of 'interest' as you'd like)
  Their nightmare: (What is their nightmare? Must include the dead friend and Freddy, though Freddy is optional for having a big influence on the nightmare. The friend is the highlight).
  
  Backstory: (Doesn't have to be long, but at very least include what happened after they left Springwood and what they have been up to)
  Who do they trust the most?: (Pick one role, you don't have to know who the character is yet, that they trust the most)
  Who do they trust the least?: (Pick one role, you don't have to know who the character is yet, that they do not trust)
  
  
  
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  - This rp takes place simultaneously within the fictional universe of NOEM (Nightmare on Elm Street) as well as in a semi-realistic depiction of the meta reality where NOEM movies exist. In this sense, the RP is similar to Wes Craven's New Nightmare in approach, and shall follow most of the lore/consistencies from that movie as 'reality'. There are also intentional elements similar to that of It Chapter Two/It (by Stephen King), but most of it is unintentional and moreso based off of New Nightmare, despite the added element of a friend group growing up with a shared evil.
  
  - Roles are fluid, with the listed outlines being brief enough for creativity on your part! If you want to pursue a different idea, or a different role type for the extraneous for instance, please DM me first or ask me in the eventual ooc! Chances are I will be fine with it, but to keep with the scope of the RP/levels of the characters I may say no to something that feels a little outlandish.
  
  - While this is technically a horror RP, we will not wholly be approaching straight horror concepts. I am all keen for some down-time/drama between the characters or other unrelated plots; the Freddy threat is real to them, however, and should be investigated eventually.
  
  - The core of the RP is the town of Springwood being haunted by an entity that claims to be Freddy Krueger, based on belief and ritual— everything else is also very fluid! If we want to change something up, once characters are accepted I am more than willing. I love more interactive/integrated RP experiences and would love people to feel like they have a say in things!
  
  - Any questions, comments concerns? Let me know! If you want any lore (I won't write any official lore page) please ask! I will try to provide 'artifacts' to convey this information long term, such as newspaper articles or other documents (we love immersion).
  
  
  
  

 

[Eviexe]

TW: For Aylin’s nightmare, acts of violence, descriptions of dead bodies, and acts of revenge.​

Aylin Yıldırım

#DoNotForgive

#TheBully

♡coded by uxie♡

♡coded by uxie♡

Character Age: 23
Role: Bully
Faceclaim: Bahar Sahin
Pitch/Idea, Alyin wasn’t the only one inflicted with unforgiving dreams and violence bleached into the fabric of her subconscious, but— there was a particular wanting in her revenge. Twisted and malformed; a growing creature in the lines of her dreaming world; ever hungry and ever damning. All because she lost someone special and irrepealable — her girlfriend. She didn’t go missing; she was murdered, and someone needed to be responsible. It wasn’t enough for Aylin, one person couldn’t be responsible for the massive paranoia and delusion induced in the town. There was something deeper, the cause? The five. The five who were at the centre of every tragedy rotated in rumours, and Aylin knows in her heart that the five of them opened a door that shouldn’t have been opened. She holds them accountable in a misguided sense of justice and will make them miserable. No matter the means.

Every good thing? She’ll ruin it.

Every dream? She’ll make sure there’s a nightmare waiting as its counterpart.

Aylin is filled with rage that cannot be quenched and her bonds to the cast will reflect it. She’s the coming of the stake and will twist that for her amusement; glee and incomprehensible hurt that drowns her heart.

Occupation: Fashion Model, for both home and alethic wear,
POB: (Place of Birth) Springwood
Current Residence: NY

Personality Traits:

Determination: Holding hate this long is an art form and Aylin tunes that like an elegant violin — tightening the bow in remorse and acrimony. Her determination manifests in more ways than just holding grudges. Her will to ascend and her ambitions are the light of her soul. She refuses to back down, cold trails are not just cold in her hands and she’s unflappable in her faith.

Butterfly: She’s a social butterfly unfurling her wings, and representing herself as the “pretty one,” batting her eyelashes and working any system to her advantage. Social charisma includes that in the vastness of her web, knowing how to connect or build necessary bridges to cross. It’s not always a guarantee — build the social currency, and she plans to spend that on someone’s downfall.

Loyalty: Like a glittery foundation, she wears that proudly, illuminating the ties she keeps but concealing so much more underneath. It’s not a trait many would associate with her. The ride-or-die is furthest from her personality category, but she’s willing to compensate those who help her. She’s protective of her helpful flock; spinning her fingers to ease discomfort and sow obedience where she can. Aylin cannot fathom throwing someone under the bus who helped her (another surprise).

Uninhibited: Aylin’s a free spirit, liberated in her motivations and arming herself with self-confidence. She’s unapologetic in the way she behaves, shredding all her morals and pursuing what matters to her. This can be inclusive towards cockiness and confidence, but it’s so much more than that: it’s this unmistakable certainty she’s right. Society nor the authorities can dim that for her; choosing to defy it each day she wakes up and in her own dreams. She wants something? She’s getting it.

Obsessive: A dog with a bone or more so, a chain attached to her collar. It chokes her every so often with the impulse to meddle and remain on target with her goals. She isn’t giving up, never. It does not matter if that’s a detriment to herself or other people in her vicinity. She’ll keep holding that goal close, burning herself up and letting it swallow her whole.

Interests: Aylin is interested in art, museums, history, the socialite life or becoming a media darling; endeavouring to become socially powerful enough to eclipse the town in her success. She likes spicy dishes, food, travelling, sunsets and the season autumn: winter is too much for her (ironic).

Visage:
Alyin’s first step into this world was a blazing display of opulence, glittered in puffy dresses and designer labels. A perfect doll under her mother’s scornful hand and she’s only elevated her style; a mixture of vintage and modern flairs. She embellishes herself in blacks, golds and reds, clicking Valentino heels (there’s no place like Springwood), and long boots. She’s a sleek monster in formal-fitting clothes, accompanied by lavender and vanilla as her “chosen aesthetic.” Aylin would describe herself as a timeless pin-up girl, proportioned with favourable assets she considers the most attractive and toiling around town like she owns the place. She’s a sensory experience, beguiling the most unfortunate into her hands and giving them a spec of seduction — something more beyond the dull thrills of a nameless town. Though, her and casual wear are at odds, a conflict in rustling fabric and refusing to unbind herself from the restrictions she’s placed on her image. Sweatpants? Heaven forbid. She’s glamour, the essence in glittery eyelids and painted red ruby lips. Surprisingly, her make-up is a gentle contrast, while bold, only seems to accentuate her features and she never uses her brushes as “tools,” to give her something she doesn’t already have.

That’s the vanity speaking and her confidence in her appeal.

Their nightmare: Aylin’s nightmares are varied — the first: her dead girlfriend, dangling down from the tree, bemoaning her pain and her regrets. Alyin could see the dirt beneath her fingernails, a webbing of open wounds on her arms and this distinct feeling she was fighting. “Why couldn’t you save me?” It plays, again and again, a record etching into her brain and remaking her psyche until she can’t remember anything else. It ends with her screaming and wanting to join her soulmate — sometimes cutting her wounds deeper or pleading with her girlfriend to come back. Freddy taunts in some of these instances, fuelling her deranged fire or encouraging the knife into her pretty hands.

Other nightmares: She’s the killer, in a myriad of different ways and settings, sometimes she’s holding the match to a gasoline-draped individual and sometimes— sometimes— she’s holding the knife so preciously close to a vein. It’s never a nightmare that dulls her. No. She’s sharpened in every incident, watching the flames burn the injustice or she’s the ghost in the hallway— refusing to disappear until she’s done what she’s wanted. She picks at old scabs, wounds, tauntings and mockings. She’s the deranged laughter that tickles the ear and she’s the seductive silk that says, “Give up.”

Backstory: One word comes to Aylin’s life: divided. Divided in her identity. Divided in her background. Divided in her family and always more divided in her motivations. It’s a never-ending curiosity about herself and her origins — as well as cultivating herself. Aylin’s father was Turkish and her mother a proud white American, how the two of them came together: she would never understand the intricacies involved in their relationship. However, her mother was traditional, and those qualities inspired a healthy marriage (on the surface), and her father took a more disciplinary role in her life. Summers were spent in Turkey and for the rest of the year, Alyin was America-bound. Her father worked in some technical capacity, interlinked with the evolving medical industry, but Aylin’s relationship with her parents was always tense. She was supposed to become the dutiful daughter, the caretaker, the feminine champion in empathy, and be socially compliant. Was she? Hell no, she rebelled in every sense of the word — coming into her own power and wants. Aylin wanted to be a daddy’s girl, but she couldn’t reconcile the differences he wanted for her future (marry a man and produce a son); he appreciated her ambitions, but only if that served as the means of making him look good. To preserve his reputation and his family’s legacy.

Rinse and repeat the pattern, Aylin wanted to do something. He said no, Mom cowed to him and that was the natural state of the household. But it wasn’t during her teens that things fell apart, her sexuality and her attraction to girls profoundly transformed her brittle bonds into broken ones. She couldn’t spend her time at home anymore, living in the delusional and phantasmal definition of life. But she met her: Chloe Morez. The two became fast friends in hijacking cars, minor bouts in thievery and bemoaning the existence of boys. She was the only person who got Aylin. Chloe was hung from the stars, and Aylin was the darkness in the sky who promised to give her the world. Chloe confessed her feelings on her sixteenth birthday, a shitty shared milkshake between them in her beaten van, and Aylin knew — in that moment — she found her other half. But nothing could last forever. She died, like many others, and Aylin couldn’t accept her passing. The rumours validated her, something was wrong and even her own nightmares haunted her. Nightmares ran rampant, and Aylin wanted someone to blame.

She blamed the freaks, the outcasts, the unwanted believing something had crossed over and nightmares were a product or a side-effect. She didn’t have any proof, of course, her own delusions flittered like a drug, targeting everybody. It was quite the change, going from the studious debate captain, and suddenly: she was this bully. She raised terror like it was her business and eventually, she stumbled along the “main five,” and pinpointed her attacks on them. Dunked heads in toilets, locker slams, and rumours, Aylin mastered her social background in ushering a new age in making sure nobody crossed her. Coldness numbed her, and even the trial couldn’t sate her need for revenge. It only amplified what she thought she knew: they were responsible.

After the incident, Aylin left Springwood to pursue a modelling career, fashion magazines, and blogs, for a while: her name became a household in her own industry. But she never forgot. She never forgot the future she could have had with Chloe and the first person to accept her was gone. Old wounds should heal, but Aylin is coming back, and she’s looking to finally put it all behind her: everyone’s corpses, of course.

Who do they trust the most?: The First

Who do they trust the least?: The Incarcerated

 

[cadence]

emmanuel ‘mannie’ moreno

#the incarcerated

#luka sabbat

♡coded by uxie♡

CHARACTER NAME — emmanuel moreno

AGE — 23

ROLE — the incarcerated

PITCH/IDEA — mannie wasn’t originally part of the core. he was, first and foremost, trinity’s brother. the kid sibling their parents forced her to bring around because she was the oldest and therefore responsible for him. he’d always felt like a bit of an outsider even despite their assurances that he was wanted there - felt he was tolerated as an extension of trinity but rarely thought of apart from her. it’s why he wasn’t all that surprised to find so little support from them as he took the blame for trinity’s murder.

he never believed in freddy krueger. he’d always been the logical one compared to trinity’s dramatics. he had laughed at her the first time she crawled in his bed, begging him - all red, tired eyes and shaky whispers like saying krueger’s name out loud might summon him - to help her stay awake. had laughed because the idea of a man who killed in one’s nightmares felt more like a silly story meant to scare him rather than the truth. how strange it must look, he realized, to go from not believing in krueger at all to blaming him for the murder of his sister. but he’d seen him — had seen freddy krueger in the flesh and lived to tell the tale. he’d be damned before he let freddy get away with taking so much from him. his sister. ten years of his life spent behind bars. the entirety of his future as a felon.

he is among the first of them to arrive back at springwood, eager to finally get back at freddy. but freddy isn’t the only one he resents. there’s his prosecutors, the police and detectives that treated him like a criminal even when he’d been twelve, and scared, and compliant. his friends, who didn’t fight harder for him. who thought even briefly he was capable of the worst. the world for moving on without trinity. and himself most of all, for never believing her.

 

[lostbird]

millicent drew

# the first

# alva bratt

♡coded by uxie♡

CHARACTER NAME — Millicent Drew

AGE — 24

ROLE — The First

PITCH/IDEA — Millie lived on the precipice; why did she have to bring that damned movie to a sleepover? In a moment of desperation to connect, bringing the horror tape seemed like the perfect solution to only being seen as the 'responsible leader, making all the right choices'. Looked at as the one to solve internal conflict, decide where to sit at lunch, whose house would be hosting their next get together, keeping everyone on track in life... always asking if everyone else was fine and not once hearing that in return? 'Millicent was always fine. Always in control.' When everything started falling apart, she felt her patience wavering. Once again, all heads turned towards her. 'What do we do, Millie?', 'How do we stop this?' Bringing A Nightmare on Elm Street was the least responsible thing Millie had ever done, and sometimes, she didn't even regret it. Because she got out first. Millie left it all behind — a new start; to go somewhere else, be someone else.

10 years was all Millicent needed to change her life. Starting as a self-published author, thriving in the horror genre, Millie got the book deal of her life writing about a monstrous sandman with a cast of characters that resembled her friends a little too much. She went to book signings, answering questions carelessly at her podium about the similarities between her sandman and the movie. 'I guess you could say it's slightly inspired,' she would laugh, hiding her unease behind a winning smile. 'All the best stories are.' If she's honest, she earned that right. Millie lived through the reality of Freddy Krueger, the worry from her parents whenever she stepped foot outside that the child murderer in town would snatch her right up, the sleep deprivation.... it was her story to write.

 

[anyasjoy]

benjamin 'ben' sawyer

# the third

# jack quaid

♡coded by uxie♡

CHARACTER NAME — ben sawyer.

CHARACTER AGE — 24 years old.

ROLE — the third.

PITCH/IDEA — blood of a cop, ben was the first of the group to suggest freddy kruegers existence was more than just a nightmare. losing sleep came next, then his friends. after the first left the group, there was no longer an end in sight for the reality ben found himself in. resigned to the fact his friends weren't the same, he confronts his father about leaving springwood behind and starting elsewhere. with constant dead ends in the child murder cases, his dad had reached his limit and was ready to move on before his son became the next victim.

bitterness came quickly in those 10 years away from springwood. the man was so curious about his friends' new lives that he forgot about his own. ben knows he was the third to leave, but he didn't expect to be the only one who remembered the friendships they had.

 

[goodkarma]

Seraphina (Sadie) West

Reservation

- Name: Seraphina (Sadie) West

- Age: 23 years old

- Role: the Fourth

- Faceclaim: Maggie Lindemann

(she was brunette when she left Springwood, but has since dyed her hair a dark, glossy black)

- Pitch/Idea: Sadie's always felt like the odd one out. The only one that ever made her feel less alone was her twin brother, Samuel (Sam). With an infectious smile and 'the life of the party' attitude, he was the one who nudged her into making friends. The two were inseparable and always the cause of shenanigans in the town. But when she lost him a few days after they lost their friend to the monster that took those kids all those years ago, she didn't deal with it in the best way. Her academics suffered and she barely left the house. In order to shake her out of her slump, her parents decided to move down south to live closer to family and escape the traumatic memories surrounding Sam's death. After moving out of her parents' house, Sadie pursued a career in music, using it as an outlet to deal with everything that had happened. Her music became decently popular, enough to get some of her audience interested in the true events that inspired her. Now, she's headed back to the one place she'd promised herself she'd never see again, to get content for her label (pictures, interviews, vlogs). But she can't help feeling drawn back to the place Sam had called home his whole, short life.

CS

- Name: Seraphina (Sadie) West

- Age: 23 years old

- Role: the 4th (rebel)

- Occupation: singer/songwriter

- POB: Springwood

- Current Residence: New York

- 4+ Personality Traits: confident, impulsive, sarcastic, honest, protective

- Interests: singing/playing the electric guitar/songwriting, energy drinks and coffee (she never quite shook the habit from when she was desperately trying to stay awake after Sam's death), sweets, rain, sunsets

- Their nightmare: After her friend and Sam's deaths, Sadie starts to have nightmares in which she sees her friend and Sam leading her around her old middle school. But then, when she turns a corner, she stumbles across their bloody bodies and she kneels next to them, unable to help them. The dreams usually ended in Freddy chasing her. When her family moved, the dreams stopped and, after some time passed, she wrote the dreams and Freddy off as a product of her imagination, her body's reaction to the emotional stress their deaths caused, never one to believe in ghosts or demons now that she's older. Her childhood beliefs in a monster turned to the more mature conclusion that her friend and brother had mental illness struggles that ultimately caused their deaths.
Shortly after returning to Springwood, the nightmares slowly start to return.

- Fears: being unable to protect/help those close to her, spiders

- Backstory: In order to shake her out of her slump after Sam's (her twin) death, her parents decided to move down south to live closer to family and escape the traumatic memories surrounding the loss. After moving out of her parents' house, Sadie pursued a career in music in New York City, using it as an outlet to deal with everything that had happened. Her music became decently popular, enough to get some of her audience interested in the true events that inspired her. Now, she's headed back to the one place she'd promised herself she'd never see again, to get content for her label (pictures, interviews, vlogs).

- Who do they trust the most?: the third

- Who do they trust the least?: the first (she still feels like they abandoned the group)

Interesting Background Additions

- she heard about her friend's death and attended his funeral as well as the trial that resulted in the Incarcerated being locked up (she had watched through a window since her parents had forbade her from going, believing she was too young to watch)
- she witnessed her brother's death, but the incident was ruled a suicide
- her parents had never believed that one of their child's friends (the Incarcerated) could be capable of murder, but couldn't do anything to affect the outcome of the trial; they supported and comforted the family of the kid as well as they could before they moved down south
- her brother loved playing guitar and after his death, she kept his favorite guitar pick and had it put on a chain so she could wear it around her neck; she's never taken the necklace off since his funeral

Aesthetic

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[lostbird]

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  Independent didn’t even begin to sum up Millicent Drew. Both parents were work motivated, and as an only child, Millie was left to raise herself. They provided a spacious bedroom, food on the marble countertops, a weekly allowance that she couldn’t argue with, and all that was required of her was to not make a literal and figurative mess — something she can’t truly speak to her defence.
  
  With that came patience; her ability to allow her parents the room to earn their impressive salary, she applied to her friend group. She was the shoulder to lean on, the ear for much needed advice, and she was happy to provide it. In some aspect of her life, she felt… needed — Millie had spent several months thinking of what the feeling was even called.
  
  Beyond those traits, Millie was a curious girl and now, an instinctive woman. Most things she accomplished came second nature, barely needing much consideration to the thought of her choices. ‘That’s what got me into this mess,’ Millie thought one June night, curled up on her sofa and staring at the book — her book — on the birch coffee table. She had unknowingly, but instinctively, given Freddy life.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  virtues.

  
  
  

  independent. patient. instinctive.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  vices.

  
  
  

  uncompromising. quick to run. self-deceptive.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears.

  
  
  

  freddy. loneliness. feeling stuck.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  For most teenagers, Millie would have had the most ideal upbringing; parents that are never home, a lack of interest in her personal endeavours (allowing a lot of room for rebellion), a hefty allowance, and in return only asking for good grades and a good reputation. She had taken advantage of this when she met the core, often offering her two story house as a hangout spot, easy to set up movie nights and play board games without being interrupted by nosy parents. Millie could see why this understanding she had with her parents would seem cool, but for her? It was lonely. Being left with just her thoughts for most days led to an alarming event that she sometimes wonders if it was the catalyst for what happened next.
  
  Twelve year old Millie stood in the middle of the spiral staircase, feet planted, hands gripping both rails as she could physically see herself. See herself from a different perspective; the bottom of white marbled stairs. According to the nanny cam, Millie stood like that for three hours before she tumbled down the stairs, head smashing on the final step. And there she was, looking down at herself as blood trickled from her ear. The hospital had called social services for several concerns; that perhaps the tumble had been a push, and when the footage was shown, her parents were accused of negligence. 'No twelve year old had any business being home for any stretch of time.' She had overheard a woman admonishing her mother. 'We own a business. We have no time to watch a child at all hours of the day and provide for them.' A child, not their child. Despite the event and diagnosis of depersonalisation, Millie continued to stay home alone. No medication, no psychotherapy, like it never even happened. During this time, Millie consumed books at a rate that put her ahead in her english class. Her teacher wrote consistent report cards preaching to her writing abilities and reading comprehension, begging her parents to take notice in her interest.
  
  From her parents lack of interest in her life, and her friends demanding her entire attention to theirs, Millie went to the nearest VHS store and smuggled a copy of A Nightmare on Elm Street into her book-bag. This would get someones attention. This? It was reckless. A crime. Millie grinned the whole way home. When she showed the group in her living room, all expecting another comedy or action movie, the tape she had stolen? Millie finally felt seen as something other than the perfect child that knew exactly what to say and what to do. Millie often reflected on this decision later in life, sitting at the public library and looking over her editors notes. Trauma was the story. Trauma sold.
  From missing children to sleep deprivation, her depersonalisation episodes came often, and her parents finally took notice and agreed to whisk her away; how could Millie continue the family name if someone stole her first? It was a bad reputation.
  
  Why should their child be the subject of a crime documentary instead of the one producing it?
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  ✧ 162.8k followers on goodreads
  ✧ goodreads nominated author
  ✧ lactose intolerant
  ✧ diagnosed w/ depersonalisation
  ✧ hates being cold

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  ✧ reading, she cannot help but devour books in a single sitting
  ✧ window shopping for calico cats at the shelter
  ✧ painting her nails at the start of every week to the shade her goodreads followers pick out

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Millie was alone. In the back of her mind, Millie thought this was where her life was headed towards — alone, by her own design. People in her dream would walk right past her, ignore when she spoke; something she has lost the strength to do in her every day life. Talking wasted so much energy. How was she able to do it so often before? 'Hey,' she says to the Third in one such dream state, reaching for his arm. 'Why won't you look at me?' Her fingers slip right through the skin and she gasps, wrenching backwards as if singed on contact. Then she smells it: burning flesh.
  
  The nightmares began to vary, typically, but the smell was the common denominator. And her friend. Millie's hands would begin to shake once she saw a glimpse of them, in what she assumes is the last state they were in as they died. When Millie had first caught a glimpse, part of her was relieved; the undeniable truth that it was just a dream. But then her brain caught up — that doesn't make it any less real. She waited to see him in the scope of her nightmare, hear the taunting laughs and the creepy lullaby that she sometimes hummed to herself absently during the day. When Freddy finally made himself known, sidestepping around her frozen body as she stared at her friend across the dimly lit hallway of their house, blood pooling down their chin — Millie willed herself not to scream. It was one thing witnessing the gruesome sight of what was her friend, but to listen to Freddy's musings on top of it?
  
  'How does it feel, girlie? I'm the only one that sees you.' He chuckled, pointing a bladed finger in Millie's direction just over her friends' shoulder. His lips stretch, displaying rotten teeth in a sinister grin. 'I'm your best friend now.'
  
  And like clockwork, everything disappears — a candle snuffing out. There she is, alone.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  trust.

  
  
  

  the most: the second.
  the least: the authority.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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[BELIAL.]

destroy me

mr. kitty

the second

R

equisite.

name

Rebeckah Keziah Kennedy

a.k.a.

Beck/Becks/Becky

age

23

occupation.

Model & Receptionist

place of birth.

Springwood, Ohio

current residence.

Los Angeles, CA

p

syche.

4+ Personality Traits:

Vain, Insecure, Bubbly, Gossipy, Tactless, Flippant, Gullible, Flirtatious

Interests:

Fond of most things in the realm of wellness and fitness, Beck finds her resolve in running and working out. She is a health nut, knowledgeable on supposedly unhealthy and healthy things (sometimes reading too deeply into random blogs and magazine articles). She loves gossip, involving her and not involving her, and the adrenaline rush that comes with it. Makeup is a great interest as well, dressing up and shopping included.

Their nightmare:

It always starts out normal, if you can ever really describe dreams as normal. Something is never quite right, but Beck is none the wiser (again, as dreams tend to be). She's usually just going about her usual day when she finally notices that she can't look at herself in the mirror. For whatever reason, her vision is always obscured or turned at a mirror, and she can't find anywhere to look at herself. Made worse is the feeling of being followed, like nails at the back of her neck, or a shadow behind the doorframe. Everything starts to crumble all at once, and before she knows it she's back in Springwood (itself a nightmare, because really, who wants to go back there?) Then she sees them, draped in a plastic bag, spitting blood and whatever horrific scene Beck had conjured up (being that she didn't see the death or anything around it, just the rumours). They're beckoning, bloody fingertips prodding at the plastic zipper, standing in front of Springwood Middle School.

Freddy is there but he isn't there, just seemingly always behind her with his hot breath on her neck. She can smell the metal of his nails, the growl in his throat. But she doesn't see him. She can't see him.

h

istory

Thrumming somewhere beneath middle class, Becky had somewhat comfortable living while in Springwood. Her parents were as distant with each other as they were to their two daughters. Becky's older sister was the product of her father's former marriage and much older than her, already making her way in life and studying hard to get into a good school and pursue a medical degree. She was, in a sense, perfection, leaving Becky to scramble with whatever she wanted to do with herself. They offered freedom, maybe too much, leaving the girl without any emotional safety nets. 'Do what you want', they said, but they never asked her what she wanted to do. Her interests came and went as a child, floating between being a vet for a few years before deciding she wanted to join the military. This didn't last long either, but her parents never tried to help her settle on something. Instability became the norm for Becky's family.

Her friends, then, were in a sense some amount of stability. They were normalcy, what life should be like. Leeching off of each of them and their personalities, their interests, she moulded herself in the most comfortable way to be the best friend that she could. To the First she bowed often, losing sense of her own opinion in favour of whatever the First wanted. To everyone else she showed some semblance of herself, but even that wasn't consistent.

When it came to Freddy, she didn't want to believe it at first. A child easily scared, easily worried, the notion that a monster in a movie was real kept her up at night more than she'd like to admit. She didn't have to force herself, it came naturally. Her parents barely even noticed her sleepless nights until her elder sister found her passed out on the bathroom floor, jolting around in what she claimed for horrible, horrible nightmares. No one believed her, or any of them, but they clung to their realities as fantastical as it would seem. Beck became skittish, afraid of every shadow, straying away from touch and kind voices.

Then came the death, and with it the last straw the Kennedy's could take with ignoring the obvious. They divorced sometime after the trial, leaving Becky with the option of staying or leaving Ohio. She took to leaving, eager to follow her father and her sister to somewhere better. She was the second to leave Springwood, and did her best not to look back. She cut ties, maybe too harshly, but did so out of fear of reigniting their fears. Keeping a back door open to the First came much, much later when Becky found an old photo of the two and did her best to ignore the feelings that came from it.

In life since leaving Springwood she's turned to modeling, becoming a vapid and foolish version of herself. When she was younger she was clueless, sure, but she had strong direction hidden beneath it all. Now she has one goal, a pipe dream at best, as her goals of being on magazine covers have come to a stunning and complete stop. She even tried acting, landing a few student film roles, but no actual callbacks that meant anything to her grand dreams. Most of Becky's persona is a mask, hiding the fear that she still keeps deep within her. If she ignores it, it'll stop— she's sure of it. Her therapist told her to confront the past, but Becky refused more than once (having switched therapists about four times due to similar suggestions). Avoidance is her strongest weapon... but Becky knows when to fold, and it's when the First comes around.

Who do they trust the most?:

the first

Who do they trust the least?:

the bully

g

allery.

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[Because]

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Character Name: Audrey Cornell
Character Age: 33
Role: The Protector
Occupation: Librarian (Library Director)
Previously Middle School English Teacher
POB: London, England
Current Residence: Springwood, Ohio

4+ Personality Traits: Just, Nosy, Empathetic, Stubborn, Practical, Loner
Interests: Audrey loves to read and share her love of reading with others. Most of her book choices were fiction, but after her experience as a teacher, her reading selection started drifting to nonfiction, specifically psychology and history. She does not like not knowing the answers to things, so she looks for answers in her books. When not reading, she is a huge fan of coffee and walking around the comfy small town of Springwood

Her nightmare: She is back in her classroom, collecting homework assignments. She reached the desk of The Incarcerated just as the police break down the classroom door. They push her aside and arrest the student while the rest of the students shout "Child Killer! Child Killer! Child Killer!" Audrey tries to pull her student away from the police, but the scene changes. They are now in a courtroom, Audrey on the witness stand in front of the incarcerated and their lawyer. She is begging the jury to vote not guilty, the student is innocent. The prosecutor comes into view, and its the one student who confided in her. "You're the one on trial here, not them." The students are still shouting "Child Killer," but now she realizes that its directed at her, not the incarcerated. "Believe me now?" The student asks, pointing to the judge's chair. Audrey looks to the judge and notices that the judge is the one who died, covered in blood, their gavel a glove with razors on the fingertips, just as the student once described to her.

Backstory: To escape a neglectful childhood, Audrey spun a globe and blindly pointed her finger at one location. Springwood was what her finger landed on, so that's where she decided to go. Upon arrival, she worked nights and studied in the day to get her teacher's degree. Fresh out of school, she spent only one year as a teacher's assistant and substituting before being given her own class the following school year, the middle school years are the less desirable teaching positions anyway and someone's got to do it. Audrey was excited and eager to teach students and give them the attention she never got growing up. In the first year though, things took a turn for the worst when students started acting strange and came to school exhausted. Audrey took one distraught student aside, asking them to confide in her. They did, describing some man that attacked in their dreams. Audrey of course didn't believe in a dream that can do harm, but she did express her concerns to her coworkers and boss. In the end, nothing was done to help the students, and the price was paid with one of their lives.

Audrey didn't doubt for a second that the incarcerated killed their younger sibling, rather she instead doubted the credibility of the school system and its ability to keep its students safe. Audrey's concerns were left unanswered, and a student paid the price. This fact, paired with her own regret of not doing more to help her kids when she had the chance, prompted her departure from the school altogether, taking up post at the local public library where she rose through the ranks and, 10 years later, became the library director.

Who do they trust the most?: The Incarcerated
Who do they trust the least?: The Authority

​

Audrey Cornell

the protector

Freema Agyeman

♡coded by uxie♡

CHARACTER NAME — Audrey Cornell

AGE — 33

ROLE — The Protector

PITCH/IDEA — Audrey's one and only year of teaching will stick with her for the rest of her life. After only one year of substituting and assisting in the school library, Springwood gave her a middle school class of her own. Up until that point, she believed what the rest of the staff believed, that the disappearing children over the last couple of years were run aways or kidnappings. Horrible but not necessarily related events. Over the course of that year though, the behavior of many of her students started leading her to believe there might be more to it than that. Baggy-eyed terrified children who kept drooping their heads and screaming themselves awake. Audrey took one distraught student aside, asking them to confide in her. They did, describing some being that attacked in their dreams. Audrey of course didn't believe in a dream that can do harm, but she did express her concerns to her coworkers and boss. In the end, nothing was done to help the students, and the price was paid with one of their lives.

Audrey didn't doubt for a second that the incarcerated killed their younger sibling, rather she instead doubted the credibility of the school system and its ability to keep its students safe. Audrey's concerns were left unanswered, and a student paid the price. This fact, paired with her own regret of not doing more to help her kids when she had the chance, prompted her departure from the school altogether, taking up post at the local public library where she rose through the ranks and, 10 years later, became the library director.

 

[.V1LLAINISM._]

Lilith Flynn

— the BYSTANDER

24

♡coded by uxie♡

—𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

• • ● • •

Character Name: Lilith “Freaky” Flynn

Character Age: 24

Role: The Bystander

Faceclaim: Monica Bellucci

Pitch/Idea: “Most times, a ghost is a wish.”

The ostracized. Every town has one, the one figure that people turn their noses’ away from, for various reasons, unsolicited or not. Lilith is one of those people. A freak, a creep, a monster — hell, there isn’t a name in the book that she hasn’t been called. Earned the nickname “freaky flynn” due to the unusual behaviour she exhibited as a child (yknow, after getting caught talking to numerous “nothings,” telling people they were going to die & them actually dying) Lilith has always had a certain… sensitivity about her. A certain knowingness that can intimidate, frighten, even. The whispers in the wind are her friends, the black cat her kin. And through a mere touch she can feel fate snake around her every limb, uttering the truth, the inescapable. You’re all going to die.

A “craziness” inherited by her late mother, Lilith just knows. She always has. And now might be her one and only chance to stop it.

• • ● • •

 

[anyasjoy]

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  benjamin sawyer

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  ben. benny. cop's son.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  twenty-four.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  male. he / him.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  P.O.B

  
  
  

  springhood, ohio.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  1.85 m / 6ft.

  1.68 m
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  appearance.

  
  
  

  shaggy brown hair with the lightest pair of blue eyes. ben never met his mother, but he has been told countless times that he was a splitting image of her. a smile that is rarely seen, but when it is it's welcoming and just a shy of a smile. lanky ( 'like a bean pole,' laughed the first ) only he could be too tall for his age while having a lean figure.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  honest, realistic, and pragmatic, benjamin is marked by his desire to belong somewhere. one of the most loyal people you’ll ever meet. once his loyalties lie with you, it’ll take a lot to cause you to lose them, because of how hard they are to gain. trust, like loyalty, is hard to earn from ben as well. the man hates change, but he is also the first to accept and crack if he sees the potential in them. so once you have his trust, don’t break it. the reason everyone loves benjamin is that he’s an awesome listener — he’s always patient, understanding, and he’ll never judge or take sides. however, that’s the only reason people like him, or so he believes. he’s not athletic, nor artistic. he often thinks negatively about things he’s great at. no matter what any of his peers say, his state of mind has never really changed. ben also believes that organization is the key to his success, and tends to be a neat freak. no one argues with him, believing every little thing that comes out of the boy’s mouth, which is why he honors the code to 'always tell the truth', especially to his close friends. as opposed to his actions, even if he follows his heart first rather than his thoughts; ben can come up with the solution to problems and riddles quickly — he was after all the boy who put together that freddy was real.
  
  while also being intelligent, ben was a straight A+ student — but now that he doesn’t sleep, all that has changed drastically. his love for school vanished once he realized that the core 5 was getting smaller and that there was something terribly wrong going on in town. as the phase goes, ‘curiosity killed the cat,’ the cat would more likely be ben than anyone else. he tends to go places just because he wants to find out what’s going on over there, which brought a lot of adventures for the core friends. although harmless at first, there have been plenty of times where this just leads him into more trouble than he normally is in. his father believes ben inherited that from him — cursed with the knowledge of wanting to know everything. when it comes to making major decisions, ben can become slightly nervous, it's why he was never a leader to begin with. he hates the pressure of having another person's life in his hands. too much responsibility, too much of an overthinker. the biggest thing ben has ever done for himself was to leave springwood. unfortunately though, ben never allowed himself to grow. the man lives in his past, constantly having flashbacks between the good that he had with his friends and the bad that came with freddy — taunting his nightmares and living underneath the town. he never gave himself enough time to pull away from his twisted memories to try and move on, but the guilt of leaving and having people believe that kids are just missing never sat right with him, hence his regret.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  loyal • organized • quick thinker

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  focused on the past • curious • nervous

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  interests.

  
  
  

  ✧ puzzles, the man is never seen without a booklet of some kind of word game. sudoku, crosswords, word searches — you name it. he'd definitely have some variety of it.
  ✧ never owned a bike, in fact, he's too scared to ride one. he'd rather bust his knees out on his skateboard than on some shitty bike. it's one of the things he enjoys to pass the time.
  ✧ a comic book collector. he never actually read them, he just knows one day it's gonna be worth something of a profit.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  fear of failure started early in life. early, as in, during childbirth, even he couldn't prevent his mother from dying. ben figured things couldn't get much worse than that, but that was only the start. routine with a single father was difficult. both of them suffered from an absence of joy; it seemed a mutual decision to live this way, unable to accept a reality without a mother and wife. in those first years at school, being the one child in class with a single parent — he learned to stop trying to make friends, to stop speaking, and learned to listen instead. he supposed it was inevitable he would take after his father, as he was the only constant in a very lonely life. he made up for this gap in his social life by researching.
  
  meeting the core was the one and only highlight in an otherwise dull life. he was somehow pulled into their sphere, what he lacked in speaking he made up for in just how good of a listener ben was. once their presence in his life became more permanent, things changed. speaking with his father came easier, confiding in them was no longer unthinkable, and it would turn out. . .ben was actually kind of funny? in the midst of an argument, it could be diffused by the most back-handed comment from him and the entire group was in stitches. they appreciated the most inane facts ben would use to cut the silence, or to offer a piece of advice and make an analogy with; he found it hard to shut up at times.
  
  what came next: the movie. one of their dumb nights that typically considered of shoddy forts in someones basement led to the most disruptive wedge in their group. he found it next to infuriating the sequence of events that was unfolding in their sleepy town and what was translated in the film, with the obvious staring him in the face. freddy was real. there was no other explanation. putting this forward to the group ended with a weight of responsibility that rests heavy on his shoulders. did he give life to freddy just by connecting the dots? curiosity killed the cat, and this one time, it wasn't him. the death of their friend set off a chain reaction. one by one, his friends began to leave in different ways. the incarcerated was innocent, ben would argue that until blue in the face, and had confronted his father with that fact time and time again. but an argument was not enough to prove reasonable doubt; his friend was coated in blood, sibling dead at their feet.
  
  moving was the most logical option at the time. ben was worn to the bone, tired from the burden of knowledge and the hurt of being left behind by his friends. his dad took no convincing, tired in his own way. ben had often overheard his father muttering in the kitchen, the study, in his sleep. murmuring of dead children he couldn't find and parents with no answers. neither of them were going to wait around for the next victim, so they left.
  
  and now? he was living a nightmare.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  ✧ the son of a cop. he always wondered if that's why true crime always seemed so interesting to him.
  ✧ lives with his father. he felt like he had to, knowing how much not finding the missing kids had hurt his him.
  ✧ ben is still attending college, trying to complete his bachelor of laws. majoring in philosophy. his mind has been elsewhere though, hence why he is slacking in his grades. it's one of his biggest regrets.
  ✧ as stated above, ben moved with his father. they left ohio to move to north dakota — fargo to be more exact. it was comfortable.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  'you are now leaving springwood', ben stares ahead, the long road coated in fog and whispers. something holds him back. he wills his feet to carry him out of this town, out of this nightmare, to no luck. the whispers grow louder, filling his ears like thunder following lightning. 'why don't you believe me?' he was begging his friends to listen, to understand that this reality they found themselves in was the work of freddy krueger, and one by one they had bowed their heads — gossiping about how ridiculous he sounds, no doubt. was this how his father felt? screaming to his colleagues that something was missing, just out of the reach of understanding, but no one listens. another cold case. another forgotten kid left to the clutches of someone who couldn't be stopped.
  
  ben tries to move again, tugging desperately at what is holding him in place. the fog suddenly shifts, exposing a silhouette in the distance, and as it moves closer ben suddenly wants to retreat back into springwood. 'they won't believe you benny,' he starts, flicking his bladed hand at his side, the glint of the knives catching in the moonlight. 'give me that skin of yours and i'll make them listen.'
  
  his vision floods with images of himself harming his friends, taunting all the while; but the voice that comes out isn't his. it's wrong, guttural; unmistakably freddy.
  
  'stop.' he manages to gasp out.
  
  freddy is finally within arms reach. the sweater, the hat, the mangled skin... ben wasn't prepared for the smell. rotting and twisted flesh invaded his nostrils, a stench so foul he could have choked. he could imagine those children, suffocating from the smell before the blades had even pierced their skin. would it have been better?
  
  'you are nothing but a skinsuit, benny. made for me. just like they were.'
  
  ben finally glances down at what's holding him in place, blanching at the hand of his dead friend; he can't leave until he gets justice for them. for all of them. when he looks back at freddy, he sees the friend. and when they open their mouth, freddy's laugh mixes with blood.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  the most: the protector
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