Cain the Innocent
New Member
Hello! This is my first actual post on this site, and I wanted to say that it's a pleasure to meet everyone. I was hoping to find someone who wanted to complete this roleplay that I wrote this starter for, but if not here are a few things about me, and what I look for in a roleplaying partner.
~I am an advanced roleplayer, so I love posts that are above 500 words, but if the setting is interesting enough I can be convinced to join roleplays that are only have a couple of paragraphs worth for each reply.
~I look for two-three replies a week, and if you're looking for daily replies I'm probably not your girl. I am a student and work full time, so sometimes I need a day to just play Detroit Becomes Human and veg.
~I enjoy grittily overdramatic roleplays so I prefer to roleplay with someone over the age of 18.
Favorite Settings:
-High Fantasy
-Noir
-Cyberpunk
-Dystopian
-Grimdark
~I am an advanced roleplayer, so I love posts that are above 500 words, but if the setting is interesting enough I can be convinced to join roleplays that are only have a couple of paragraphs worth for each reply.
~I look for two-three replies a week, and if you're looking for daily replies I'm probably not your girl. I am a student and work full time, so sometimes I need a day to just play Detroit Becomes Human and veg.
~I enjoy grittily overdramatic roleplays so I prefer to roleplay with someone over the age of 18.
Favorite Settings:
-High Fantasy
-Noir
-Cyberpunk
-Dystopian
-Grimdark
(This roleplay is based very loosely off a real town that is the subject of a documentary true-crime series ID called “Village of the Damned.” I strongly encourage checking it out, it’s pretty interesting, but that being said this will include graphic themes of murder and assault. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, please don’t read further.)
The town of Lorry had been part of the United States for more than a hundred years next January. Founded on January 7th, 1918 by a few farming families in rural Maine, the town has never risen above a population of 17,000, which is considerably more than when it started. Before 1980, it was the epitome of a sleepy American town, one that had community barbeques in its numerous parks, where caroling was common on Christmas, and all but just a handful of families didn’t affiliate themselves with the Methodist Church.
The townsfolk were tightly knit and communal, and even as the population grew, there was never any reason for someone to be worried about walking home on late nights or to bother locking the doors as families turned in for the evenings. Until June of 1980, the town only had a police force of 13 people and had never even seen a murder. The summer would set off a fuse that would plague the community for the next ten years.
The spring of 1980 warmed quickly and led into a summer that was increasingly pleasant and mild. Walks through the parks or on the numerous nature trails on the outskirts of the community were common, although wildlife sightings were uncharacteristically low for the time of year. On the 17th of June, a Miss Terry Brandley was walking her chocolate Labrador on Meadows Trail, when she stumbled upon a paper bag tied neatly with red ribbon on the left side of the trail. Her dog was immediately curious, and Terry, being of similar curiosity to the dog picked up the bag for closer inspection. The bottom of the bag was completely soaked through and as soon as it was raised, it gave out and spilled its contents on the trail directly at Terry’s feet. She found herself suddenly face to face with a severed head. Her screams caught the attention of a nearby jogger, who quickly ran home and phoned the police.
The head belonged to Christina Lawrence, a young mother of three and wife to John Lawrence, a teacher at the local elementary school. When police visited the Lawrence home, they received no response, and when they forced entrance they found the gutted remains of the three Lawrence children, Patty, George, and Michael, and the cold body of their father, but no trace of Christina’s body. It would never be recovered.
The largest manhunt that had ever been seen in any of the surrounding areas mounted on Lorry, with little to no success. The small town that once no one had cared to know about was swarmed with police, reporters, and never-ending streams of volunteers desperate to find the body. When the investigation was three months in, another tragedy struck the town. 3-year-old Anne Marie went missing from her mother’s house when she was playing in her backyard and her mother had gone in to get a cup of coffee. Soon the television reports played out scenes of fathers and older women crying, asking what exactly had happened to their once safe neighborhoods and trust in one another. How could they look at each other in the eye when at least one among them was a serial murderer?
2 months after the disappearance of Anne Marie, authorities apprehended a high school senior whose given name was Edward Flawen, but would only ever answer to McAnester. He was the one who taken Anne Marie and slit her throat, and was only caught because the letter he had mailed containing a lock of the girl’s hair, one of her mittens, and all her baby teeth had been traced back to his home. He had grown up in Lorry, and was described by his neighbors and family as a quiet boy with good manners that went to church every Sunday. He had kidnapped the child purely for sadistic purposes, but would only admit to her murder in a simply delighted manner. He swore up until he was put to death that he had nothing to do with the Lawrence family murders, and there was never any evidence to connect him to the other crime. He never revealed where he had disposed of the child’s body.
Lorry lay quiet for another year after that, and the Lawrence case, devoid of evidence or any leads, fell cold and by the wayside. November of 1981 saw the next horror to befall the small Maine town, still not even close to recovering from its last bout of heartbreak. Two cheerleaders, Mikayla Allen and Penelope Reynolds, never arrived home after practice one evening and were missing for three days. On the 7th of November, the Minister found them buried under snow in the Church’s garden, raped and bludgeoned to death.
The loss of the two girls, right about to graduate and hidden on the most blessed place in Lorry caused a panic, and in one fell swoop, the reporters were back with their cameras and this time the FBI became involved. Splashed across every headline in the country was the new name for the town of Lorry, “The Village of the Damned.” The final blow came when the autopsy report was made public- both of the girls were missing their tongues.
The case brought attention back to the Lawrence family, and again the question was raised- Did Lorry have a serial killer living amongst them?
This time around, the case was solved quickly. 21-year-old Harold Parskers, who would only answer to Carsons, was apprehended and found guilty of the premeditated murder of the two girls. The young man had moved to Lorry with his family when he was 3 years of age, and there was no indication that he would have turned to such behavior according to his friends and family. Any question of retrieving the tongues Harold ignored, and he was silent on the matter up until his death in 1983 when he committed suicide by hanging himself in his prison cell.
Two years after the deaths of Mikayla and Penelope, Lorry tried desperately to fall back into the rhythm it so desperately needed, even with the summer memorials that honored the eight victims of the “curse” that seemed to befall the town. That was when Trent Garrick murdered his wife and mother before taking his life in the early winter of December 27th. It was as if evil had settled over Lorry, one that no thought they would be able to be free of. The case was closed as quickly and as quietly as possible.
1986 saw the suicide of Clarence Errick, who was only in fifth grade at the time. There was some brief speculation that the parents were involved, but nothing was ever proven. In the time leading up to his passing, he had taken to writing the name “Romanstead” on every homework assignment that he turned in. 1988 saw arson claim 7 lives in three different homes over a period of seven weeks. The man responsible, Adam Pollouk, only responded to his last name throughout questioning. He was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole, but was beaten and then killed in prison only a year into his sentence. Police, desperate to find some kind of connection, could only determine that each perpetrator was male, had spent most, if not all, of his life in Lorry, and took a different name right before or after committing the offense.
All was quiet for another four years, and Lorry finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed the worst was behind them, and they finally could begin the arduous journey of putting the past behind them. But alas, the worst horror of all befell the town in on July 7th, 1990. A complaint was filed to the police department by a Mr. Kent Richardson, due to the smell coming from his neighbor’s house. The man that owned the property, a Wayne Klopper, was all too willing to let the Police do a search of his property and introduced himself as Simmons to the officers. What was found in the house would cause many families to move from Lorry permanently, and more than a few officers to leave the force.
Parts of 14 different women were found in his home, the size of the remains ranging from fully intact but horribly mutilated bodies to just a pair of eyes in the refrigerator. The smell was due to a sheep that Klopper had slain in the backyard, because, in his words, he “didn’t have the energy to go and find himself another girl.” Wayne was immediately taken into custody, and from there not only admitted to the killing of the 14 women, none of which came from Lorry, but also to the Lawrence murders. Grateful to close the books, he was sentenced to death but was shot and killed when being taken out of the back of the courthouse by the father of Christina Lawrence. Only 7 of the women Wayne killed were identified, and officials are still looking for the families of the others.
Once Klopper was killed, it was as if a dark force had been lifted from the town in its entirety. Some five years later the town had finally fallen back into a light and uneasy pattern, and people slowly but surely began to put things behind them and try to move on. Five years after that, life had brightened once again, and people began to move back into the small town. There was a memorial placed in the park on main street, one of a mother holding a little girl, with the names and dates of death of every victim of the string of tragedy that happened in the 1980s.
Lorry became a bustling town of 20,000 and is known mostly as a fun place to take the family on long weekends or for vacation. It continued that way until July 2017, when a Julianne Gregory, a young mother of three, went missing from her home. She was found a week later, on the 14th, by a jogger on one of the newly paved trails. Julianne’s head was found partially wrapped in tinfoil, and when police went back to notify the Gregory family, they found that the father and the three children were missing as well.
In a matter of days Lorry was thrown back into a panic, and soon there was police from every available county in Maine headed to the location, and every resource possible was made accessible to the small town. Among them was a young detective by the name of Christian Herrin from New York, who had recently had success apprehending a serial killer in his hometown of Gresson. Despite the menial amount of time he had spent on his police force, he had succeeded where his superiors had failed, although the techniques he had used had slipped into some gray area. There were rumors of physics and predictions, not to mention the fact that he had kept as much of the case concealed as he could, choosing to use the media as little as humanly possible.
However he did it, Lorry was quick to ask for his help, and he was quick to respond. Unlike the Lawrence family case in the 1980s, the case was quick to conclude. A young man by the name of Victor Richardson was apprehended after the body of Julianne was found in his home, but when he was first questioned swore up and down that the rest of the family was still alive. If he was let free, he would give the information easily once he was a safe distance away, and the family wouldn’t be harmed. If they didn’t, he would make sure the family died as painfully as possible, regardless of the fact that he was sitting in a prison cell in a straight jacket. Now in desperate straits, Herrin and the other officers turned to the community for help in breaking open Richardson by any means necessary.
So this roleplay can go one of two ways, and the history of the town and the ways that the murders and interrogations are conducted will be altered depending on your choice.
1. Supernatural Route
-The deaths in Lorry are caused by a supernatural entity possessing and influencing the townsfolk through their deepest and darkest desires.
-This path allows your character to have spiritual abilities such as clairvoyance or to act as a spiritual medium. The best paths for your character in this one would be a spiritually inclined person, a member of the church as a priest (male or female), another officer or someone related either the Gregory family or one of the original victims.
2. True Crime Route
-The deaths in Lorry are caused by copycat killers or an underground, cult-like community. (Your choice)
-Your character can still be a psychic in this option, but it will carry less weight than the other path and will be handled with much more scrutiny. The best options for this path are another officer, someone related to one of the victims, a reporter/other member of informational media, or a private investigator.
The town of Lorry had been part of the United States for more than a hundred years next January. Founded on January 7th, 1918 by a few farming families in rural Maine, the town has never risen above a population of 17,000, which is considerably more than when it started. Before 1980, it was the epitome of a sleepy American town, one that had community barbeques in its numerous parks, where caroling was common on Christmas, and all but just a handful of families didn’t affiliate themselves with the Methodist Church.
The townsfolk were tightly knit and communal, and even as the population grew, there was never any reason for someone to be worried about walking home on late nights or to bother locking the doors as families turned in for the evenings. Until June of 1980, the town only had a police force of 13 people and had never even seen a murder. The summer would set off a fuse that would plague the community for the next ten years.
The spring of 1980 warmed quickly and led into a summer that was increasingly pleasant and mild. Walks through the parks or on the numerous nature trails on the outskirts of the community were common, although wildlife sightings were uncharacteristically low for the time of year. On the 17th of June, a Miss Terry Brandley was walking her chocolate Labrador on Meadows Trail, when she stumbled upon a paper bag tied neatly with red ribbon on the left side of the trail. Her dog was immediately curious, and Terry, being of similar curiosity to the dog picked up the bag for closer inspection. The bottom of the bag was completely soaked through and as soon as it was raised, it gave out and spilled its contents on the trail directly at Terry’s feet. She found herself suddenly face to face with a severed head. Her screams caught the attention of a nearby jogger, who quickly ran home and phoned the police.
The head belonged to Christina Lawrence, a young mother of three and wife to John Lawrence, a teacher at the local elementary school. When police visited the Lawrence home, they received no response, and when they forced entrance they found the gutted remains of the three Lawrence children, Patty, George, and Michael, and the cold body of their father, but no trace of Christina’s body. It would never be recovered.
The largest manhunt that had ever been seen in any of the surrounding areas mounted on Lorry, with little to no success. The small town that once no one had cared to know about was swarmed with police, reporters, and never-ending streams of volunteers desperate to find the body. When the investigation was three months in, another tragedy struck the town. 3-year-old Anne Marie went missing from her mother’s house when she was playing in her backyard and her mother had gone in to get a cup of coffee. Soon the television reports played out scenes of fathers and older women crying, asking what exactly had happened to their once safe neighborhoods and trust in one another. How could they look at each other in the eye when at least one among them was a serial murderer?
2 months after the disappearance of Anne Marie, authorities apprehended a high school senior whose given name was Edward Flawen, but would only ever answer to McAnester. He was the one who taken Anne Marie and slit her throat, and was only caught because the letter he had mailed containing a lock of the girl’s hair, one of her mittens, and all her baby teeth had been traced back to his home. He had grown up in Lorry, and was described by his neighbors and family as a quiet boy with good manners that went to church every Sunday. He had kidnapped the child purely for sadistic purposes, but would only admit to her murder in a simply delighted manner. He swore up until he was put to death that he had nothing to do with the Lawrence family murders, and there was never any evidence to connect him to the other crime. He never revealed where he had disposed of the child’s body.
Lorry lay quiet for another year after that, and the Lawrence case, devoid of evidence or any leads, fell cold and by the wayside. November of 1981 saw the next horror to befall the small Maine town, still not even close to recovering from its last bout of heartbreak. Two cheerleaders, Mikayla Allen and Penelope Reynolds, never arrived home after practice one evening and were missing for three days. On the 7th of November, the Minister found them buried under snow in the Church’s garden, raped and bludgeoned to death.
The loss of the two girls, right about to graduate and hidden on the most blessed place in Lorry caused a panic, and in one fell swoop, the reporters were back with their cameras and this time the FBI became involved. Splashed across every headline in the country was the new name for the town of Lorry, “The Village of the Damned.” The final blow came when the autopsy report was made public- both of the girls were missing their tongues.
The case brought attention back to the Lawrence family, and again the question was raised- Did Lorry have a serial killer living amongst them?
This time around, the case was solved quickly. 21-year-old Harold Parskers, who would only answer to Carsons, was apprehended and found guilty of the premeditated murder of the two girls. The young man had moved to Lorry with his family when he was 3 years of age, and there was no indication that he would have turned to such behavior according to his friends and family. Any question of retrieving the tongues Harold ignored, and he was silent on the matter up until his death in 1983 when he committed suicide by hanging himself in his prison cell.
Two years after the deaths of Mikayla and Penelope, Lorry tried desperately to fall back into the rhythm it so desperately needed, even with the summer memorials that honored the eight victims of the “curse” that seemed to befall the town. That was when Trent Garrick murdered his wife and mother before taking his life in the early winter of December 27th. It was as if evil had settled over Lorry, one that no thought they would be able to be free of. The case was closed as quickly and as quietly as possible.
1986 saw the suicide of Clarence Errick, who was only in fifth grade at the time. There was some brief speculation that the parents were involved, but nothing was ever proven. In the time leading up to his passing, he had taken to writing the name “Romanstead” on every homework assignment that he turned in. 1988 saw arson claim 7 lives in three different homes over a period of seven weeks. The man responsible, Adam Pollouk, only responded to his last name throughout questioning. He was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole, but was beaten and then killed in prison only a year into his sentence. Police, desperate to find some kind of connection, could only determine that each perpetrator was male, had spent most, if not all, of his life in Lorry, and took a different name right before or after committing the offense.
All was quiet for another four years, and Lorry finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed the worst was behind them, and they finally could begin the arduous journey of putting the past behind them. But alas, the worst horror of all befell the town in on July 7th, 1990. A complaint was filed to the police department by a Mr. Kent Richardson, due to the smell coming from his neighbor’s house. The man that owned the property, a Wayne Klopper, was all too willing to let the Police do a search of his property and introduced himself as Simmons to the officers. What was found in the house would cause many families to move from Lorry permanently, and more than a few officers to leave the force.
Parts of 14 different women were found in his home, the size of the remains ranging from fully intact but horribly mutilated bodies to just a pair of eyes in the refrigerator. The smell was due to a sheep that Klopper had slain in the backyard, because, in his words, he “didn’t have the energy to go and find himself another girl.” Wayne was immediately taken into custody, and from there not only admitted to the killing of the 14 women, none of which came from Lorry, but also to the Lawrence murders. Grateful to close the books, he was sentenced to death but was shot and killed when being taken out of the back of the courthouse by the father of Christina Lawrence. Only 7 of the women Wayne killed were identified, and officials are still looking for the families of the others.
Once Klopper was killed, it was as if a dark force had been lifted from the town in its entirety. Some five years later the town had finally fallen back into a light and uneasy pattern, and people slowly but surely began to put things behind them and try to move on. Five years after that, life had brightened once again, and people began to move back into the small town. There was a memorial placed in the park on main street, one of a mother holding a little girl, with the names and dates of death of every victim of the string of tragedy that happened in the 1980s.
Lorry became a bustling town of 20,000 and is known mostly as a fun place to take the family on long weekends or for vacation. It continued that way until July 2017, when a Julianne Gregory, a young mother of three, went missing from her home. She was found a week later, on the 14th, by a jogger on one of the newly paved trails. Julianne’s head was found partially wrapped in tinfoil, and when police went back to notify the Gregory family, they found that the father and the three children were missing as well.
In a matter of days Lorry was thrown back into a panic, and soon there was police from every available county in Maine headed to the location, and every resource possible was made accessible to the small town. Among them was a young detective by the name of Christian Herrin from New York, who had recently had success apprehending a serial killer in his hometown of Gresson. Despite the menial amount of time he had spent on his police force, he had succeeded where his superiors had failed, although the techniques he had used had slipped into some gray area. There were rumors of physics and predictions, not to mention the fact that he had kept as much of the case concealed as he could, choosing to use the media as little as humanly possible.
However he did it, Lorry was quick to ask for his help, and he was quick to respond. Unlike the Lawrence family case in the 1980s, the case was quick to conclude. A young man by the name of Victor Richardson was apprehended after the body of Julianne was found in his home, but when he was first questioned swore up and down that the rest of the family was still alive. If he was let free, he would give the information easily once he was a safe distance away, and the family wouldn’t be harmed. If they didn’t, he would make sure the family died as painfully as possible, regardless of the fact that he was sitting in a prison cell in a straight jacket. Now in desperate straits, Herrin and the other officers turned to the community for help in breaking open Richardson by any means necessary.
So this roleplay can go one of two ways, and the history of the town and the ways that the murders and interrogations are conducted will be altered depending on your choice.
1. Supernatural Route
-The deaths in Lorry are caused by a supernatural entity possessing and influencing the townsfolk through their deepest and darkest desires.
-This path allows your character to have spiritual abilities such as clairvoyance or to act as a spiritual medium. The best paths for your character in this one would be a spiritually inclined person, a member of the church as a priest (male or female), another officer or someone related either the Gregory family or one of the original victims.
2. True Crime Route
-The deaths in Lorry are caused by copycat killers or an underground, cult-like community. (Your choice)
-Your character can still be a psychic in this option, but it will carry less weight than the other path and will be handled with much more scrutiny. The best options for this path are another officer, someone related to one of the victims, a reporter/other member of informational media, or a private investigator.
