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Hell0NHighWater
Queen of Hell
THE CALL OF CTHULHU CHARACTERS
To make your character below, you can use the following:
Don't feel as if you have to rush! I'll be taking the best out of eight!
Accepted characters will be 'loved'
=Cast List=
To make your character below, you can use the following:
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[B]HEIGHT[/B]:
[B]WEIGHT[/B]:
[B]OCCUPATION[/B]: (Doctor, convict, historian...etc)
[B]FEATURES[/B]:
[B]FACE CLAIM[/B]: (I would prefer real people for character pictures)
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[/bg]Don't feel as if you have to rush! I'll be taking the best out of eight!
Accepted characters will be 'loved'
=Cast List=
- Beck Wilder |
Hell0NHighWater
- Donnovan Lester Bouvier |
brightkings
- Samantha Kerbson |
Shotgunpenguin
- Maura Reed |
PinkChiffon
- Rosalind Grainger |
BELIAL.
- Thomas Williams |
Heterological
- Alexei Hearst |
BasiliskVeranda
- Menashe Berkowitz |
dendygar
- Christian Douglas|
zippy
- Jack Marshall |
idalie
- Travis Clark |
Sir Galahad II
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Hell0NHighWater
Queen of Hell
FULL NAME: Phoenix Beck Blue-Jay Wilder
AGE: 28
BIRTHDATE: 05/05/1997
PLACE OF BIRTH: Anacortes, Washington
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 194 lbs
OCCUPATION: Photographer for National Geographic
FEATURES: Standing at an imposing height of six feet and two inches, Beck has broad shoulders and just enough muscle definition to pass for "fit". He has shoulder length black hair, a bit of a beard, and dark brown eyes. Beck is often seen in clothes that don't quite go together, but somehow work enough to be considered passable.
FACE CLAIM: Adam Driver
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Ardere Onasis
Just around to vibe :D
Full Name: Yuri Scott GreyThorn
Age: 21
Birthdate: 7/27/04
Place of Birth: Hot Springs, Arkansas
Height: 6'10"
Weight: 256 lbs
Occupation: Welder/Former Gunsmith
Features: Brown Iris' in his eyes, an absolute mountain of a man, and he's a ginger
FACE CLAIM: (Not entirely accurate, take this, make him 6'10", and look like Mark wahlberg in terms of Muscle, he actually looks 21, sorry I couldn't find anything better)
Positive: He's an absolute Unit, he doesn't stop until the very bitter end, He tries his damndest to save everyone he can. He works his body to the very limit every day
Negative: He gets a bit dense, mainly when it comes to his backstory, and him trying to save everyone, means he'd do it, even if it meant to give up his own life. He even strains his body when he works out, so unless he gets a full night's sleep, he gets tired very easily
Likes:
Being Respectful, mainly towards women
Working out
Showing off the different things he's made while being a welder, and a former Gunsmith
Dislikes:
Getting into his past
Being disrespectful
Theme Song:
Biography: Yuri had a troubling past, Everything was going just fine when he was born, but about 4-5 years later, his sister was born, but in the process, something went very wrong, and their mother, had died. Azure, Yuri's Father, attempted for, 6 years, to raise both kids by himself, but after realizing he wasn't giving them the childhoods they deserved, he dropped them off at a nearby village, and ran. about 6 later after that, when Yuri was 17, and Nova was 12, a fire swept over the village, seemingly out of nowhere, and Nova was killed in the process, Yuri, that day, seemed to change completely, his eyes had become grey, and he walked in a defeated way.
After about another year, Yuri finally got over it, stopped saying it was his fault, and instead of it weighing him down, he used his past pain to better himself, who he was. Now, Yuri Just wakes up, trains, goes to work, works out more, eats, then goes to bed. He still modifies and messes with his collection of guns to this day, even though he's no longer a gunsmith. At all times he carries around an M1911, and just in case, a .500 Magnum, the biggest handgun out there.
Other Info: I gots nothin, Oof.
Age: 21
Birthdate: 7/27/04
Place of Birth: Hot Springs, Arkansas
Height: 6'10"
Weight: 256 lbs
Occupation: Welder/Former Gunsmith
Features: Brown Iris' in his eyes, an absolute mountain of a man, and he's a ginger
FACE CLAIM: (Not entirely accurate, take this, make him 6'10", and look like Mark wahlberg in terms of Muscle, he actually looks 21, sorry I couldn't find anything better)
Positive: He's an absolute Unit, he doesn't stop until the very bitter end, He tries his damndest to save everyone he can. He works his body to the very limit every day
Negative: He gets a bit dense, mainly when it comes to his backstory, and him trying to save everyone, means he'd do it, even if it meant to give up his own life. He even strains his body when he works out, so unless he gets a full night's sleep, he gets tired very easily
Likes:
Being Respectful, mainly towards women
Working out
Showing off the different things he's made while being a welder, and a former Gunsmith
Dislikes:
Getting into his past
Being disrespectful
Theme Song:
Biography: Yuri had a troubling past, Everything was going just fine when he was born, but about 4-5 years later, his sister was born, but in the process, something went very wrong, and their mother, had died. Azure, Yuri's Father, attempted for, 6 years, to raise both kids by himself, but after realizing he wasn't giving them the childhoods they deserved, he dropped them off at a nearby village, and ran. about 6 later after that, when Yuri was 17, and Nova was 12, a fire swept over the village, seemingly out of nowhere, and Nova was killed in the process, Yuri, that day, seemed to change completely, his eyes had become grey, and he walked in a defeated way.
After about another year, Yuri finally got over it, stopped saying it was his fault, and instead of it weighing him down, he used his past pain to better himself, who he was. Now, Yuri Just wakes up, trains, goes to work, works out more, eats, then goes to bed. He still modifies and messes with his collection of guns to this day, even though he's no longer a gunsmith. At all times he carries around an M1911, and just in case, a .500 Magnum, the biggest handgun out there.
Other Info: I gots nothin, Oof.
BELIAL.
wanna bewitch you in the moonlight
Christine Vale
FULL NAME: Christine Penelope Vale
AGE: 26
BIRTHDATE: (05/31/1999)
PLACE OF BIRTH: Boston, Massachusetts
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 140lbs
OCCUPATION: Freelance Writer
FEATURES: Striking eyes and a warm smile
FACE CLAIM: Katheryn Winnick
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Horace
New Member
Full Name: Horace Bartholomew Weaver
Age: 60
Birthdate: 8/16/60
Place of Birth: Charleston, West Virginia
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 156 lbs
Occupation: Pawnbroker/Drug dealer/Carpenter
Features: Bruising, discoloration, and a perpetual look of "I don't give a damn!"
FACE CLAIM:
Positive: he is probably one of a handful of people in the world adept at recapturing fringe experiences and out of production knick-knacks
Negative: he despites it when people tell him he can't do something according to the law, because it's immoral, and he'll become someone else.
Likes:
Puzzles
Making fun of busybodies
Alternate states of mind
Dislikes:
Dealing with emotions
Prophets and other so-called truth tellers
Theme Song:
Biography: Before his shop was known simply as The Emporium there was the clothes' store Weavers which had been so until his mother died. While he worked under his mother his eccentricities had been kept under wrap: he went to the church of the God who cared about him and her; he supported his friends with earthly ambitions, who had children, and hoped their children would. Like so many Christians he believed in being born again -- he had heard about the family curse, of dreadful phantoms being this way and that, from the woman who gave birth to a self-aware puppet, and she deserved a thousand more smiles, half as many smirks, and a negligible amount of grimaces -- and because of them he sacrificed the courage to speak his mind for the only one he ever loved for half his life. In truth, if she was sometimes thrown down the rabbit hole by some preternatural imbalance to her every ebb and flow he stood nearby, and though distant but attentive relatives will say he was fanatic about her convulsions, Horace was empathetic about lost time.
The way that the ages of trees are measured is by their rings, and with none of his own, perhaps that makes him ageless. Or at least as long as any remained in his possession they never rested on an anointed finger; it was warranted on strange occasions to play with one on the unusual digit for him when there came a persistent partner whose interest for the uncanny might envelop even folk in places with neon abound. These connections were, for the most part, demonstrations of the man he was; sometimes ostentatious, sometimes spying.
Horace never tells others his age unless he first had to produce his ID, this of course, on the soft end of a spiel listing his obvious and not so obvious qualifications for leaving aside this and other formalities like this altogether. Instead, he will often cite the number of serious betrayals (40), or therapists he has broken (13).
Age: 60
Birthdate: 8/16/60
Place of Birth: Charleston, West Virginia
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 156 lbs
Occupation: Pawnbroker/Drug dealer/Carpenter
Features: Bruising, discoloration, and a perpetual look of "I don't give a damn!"
FACE CLAIM:
Positive: he is probably one of a handful of people in the world adept at recapturing fringe experiences and out of production knick-knacks
Negative: he despites it when people tell him he can't do something according to the law, because it's immoral, and he'll become someone else.
Likes:
Puzzles
Making fun of busybodies
Alternate states of mind
Dislikes:
Dealing with emotions
Prophets and other so-called truth tellers
Theme Song:
Biography: Before his shop was known simply as The Emporium there was the clothes' store Weavers which had been so until his mother died. While he worked under his mother his eccentricities had been kept under wrap: he went to the church of the God who cared about him and her; he supported his friends with earthly ambitions, who had children, and hoped their children would. Like so many Christians he believed in being born again -- he had heard about the family curse, of dreadful phantoms being this way and that, from the woman who gave birth to a self-aware puppet, and she deserved a thousand more smiles, half as many smirks, and a negligible amount of grimaces -- and because of them he sacrificed the courage to speak his mind for the only one he ever loved for half his life. In truth, if she was sometimes thrown down the rabbit hole by some preternatural imbalance to her every ebb and flow he stood nearby, and though distant but attentive relatives will say he was fanatic about her convulsions, Horace was empathetic about lost time.
The way that the ages of trees are measured is by their rings, and with none of his own, perhaps that makes him ageless. Or at least as long as any remained in his possession they never rested on an anointed finger; it was warranted on strange occasions to play with one on the unusual digit for him when there came a persistent partner whose interest for the uncanny might envelop even folk in places with neon abound. These connections were, for the most part, demonstrations of the man he was; sometimes ostentatious, sometimes spying.
Horace never tells others his age unless he first had to produce his ID, this of course, on the soft end of a spiel listing his obvious and not so obvious qualifications for leaving aside this and other formalities like this altogether. Instead, he will often cite the number of serious betrayals (40), or therapists he has broken (13).
PinkChiffon
Certified Iconic
Maura Reed
FULL NAME: Maura June Reed
AGE: 35
BIRTHDATE: 03.17.90
PLACE OF BIRTH: Tunnel Hill, Georgia, USA.
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 148 lbs
OCCUPATION: Attending trauma surgeon at a teaching hospital.
FEATURES: Maura's dark brown eyes contrast against her light, strawberry blonde hair. She has excellent posture and speaks with a silvery voice.
FACE CLAIM: Héloïse Guérin
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brightkings
Professional Daydreamer
FULL NAME: Donnovan Lester Bouvier
AGE: 23
BIRTHDATE: 09/07/2002
PLACE OF BIRTH: Montreal, Quebec
HEIGHT: 6'1
WEIGHT: 197.2 lbs
OCCUPATION: Caterer (Hotel)
FEATURES: Brown eyes and brown hair, a bit underweight for his age
FACE CLAIM:
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE: Ambitious, Logical, Adaptable, Honest
NEGATIVE: Selfish, Pessimistic, Holds Grudges, Tactless
LIKES: Music (Jazz and Classical), Cleanliness, Logic, Clouds, Cities
DISLIKES: Parades, Gregarious People, Small Talk, Sunsets
THEME SONG: Natural - Imagine Dragons
Biography:
AGE: 23
BIRTHDATE: 09/07/2002
PLACE OF BIRTH: Montreal, Quebec
HEIGHT: 6'1
WEIGHT: 197.2 lbs
OCCUPATION: Caterer (Hotel)
FEATURES: Brown eyes and brown hair, a bit underweight for his age
FACE CLAIM:
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE: Ambitious, Logical, Adaptable, Honest
NEGATIVE: Selfish, Pessimistic, Holds Grudges, Tactless
LIKES: Music (Jazz and Classical), Cleanliness, Logic, Clouds, Cities
DISLIKES: Parades, Gregarious People, Small Talk, Sunsets
THEME SONG: Natural - Imagine Dragons
Biography:
Donnovan Lester Bouvier was born to Josephine Bouvier and Trent Willis on September 7th, 1997. Their relationship fizzled shortly afterwards, with Josephine wanting to raise the child correctly and shower him with love and affection, whilst Trent was handling the situation with as much maturity and taking as much responsibility as a boy in a college fraternity. And so, he dealt with it in the only way he knew how, apparently: by leaving. And never coming back. Not a note for Donnovan's birthday, not a fishing trip or a reserved bowling alley for the boys. Josephine doesn't have much resentment left for Willis, though her son's feelings differ greatly. In his mind, anybody who abandoned the most beautiful, loving, kind, patient woman on the planet deserved nothing but a death penalty. His first drawing was one of scrawled crayon at age four, with him in a superhero's outfit putting Willis behind bars. There was much red wax used, in places that made Josephine throw it away almost right after.
(Donnovan made much more disturbing drawings when he grew up.)
(Josephine threw those away as well.)
Donnovan grew up in a not-so-good financial situation, though he knew his mother was trying her best to provide. And so, it became his mission to always do his best, no matter what arseholes he may encounter in his quests. Along with this came his thirst to prove himself, along with other not-so-good qualities he doesn't quite like about himself. Though, if it helped him in his calling for glory, however minimal, it couldn't be that bad. Right? No matter, he wouldn't listen anyways. Just ask his classmates when they were supposed to work on the chemical volcano as a group. They would testify. You could even ask the rest of the employees who worked for Bouvier Catering. They would testify for an incredibly long amount of time.
He didn't have many friends growing up, most in his always-working brain. Most disliked him, really. Perhaps for his stubbornness, the 'my way or the highway' attitude. Perhaps due to his overly task-oriented nature, that would later translate into textbook workaholic behavior. Perhaps the fact he scowled at anyone who dare speak his name, including teachers. Perhaps a combination of all of these. It had, after all, earned him quite a few detentions. It didn't mean too much to him. After all, friends would be a distraction. A positive distraction, according to various mental health websites he'd been browsing secretly, but a distraction nonetheless. Plus, as he moved quite a bit (about once every year), grounding himself to one person or a few wouldn't be that good. His mother had done it with Trent, and look where that got her.
He got his first job at age sixteen, when he became a caterer along with his mother at Elysium Sterling, and never looked back. There, he discovered his love of jazz music, and playing the trumpet through a funny bellhop named Rowan Hughes, who he would consider his best and only friend. In fact, they'd started a band together. They never really got anywhere, of course, but it was fun.
Then, after seven years of staying in that hotel, watching the average stars go up, up, down, and up again on screens that, had he stared any longer, would make him require glasses, his mother got another job offer only a bit away. Just in British Columbia, where he'd resided from ages seven to nine. However, as Donnovan finds out, there are some things he hadn't known about the province. Namely, a cosmic entity that's out for blood.
(Donnovan made much more disturbing drawings when he grew up.)
(Josephine threw those away as well.)
Donnovan grew up in a not-so-good financial situation, though he knew his mother was trying her best to provide. And so, it became his mission to always do his best, no matter what arseholes he may encounter in his quests. Along with this came his thirst to prove himself, along with other not-so-good qualities he doesn't quite like about himself. Though, if it helped him in his calling for glory, however minimal, it couldn't be that bad. Right? No matter, he wouldn't listen anyways. Just ask his classmates when they were supposed to work on the chemical volcano as a group. They would testify. You could even ask the rest of the employees who worked for Bouvier Catering. They would testify for an incredibly long amount of time.
He didn't have many friends growing up, most in his always-working brain. Most disliked him, really. Perhaps for his stubbornness, the 'my way or the highway' attitude. Perhaps due to his overly task-oriented nature, that would later translate into textbook workaholic behavior. Perhaps the fact he scowled at anyone who dare speak his name, including teachers. Perhaps a combination of all of these. It had, after all, earned him quite a few detentions. It didn't mean too much to him. After all, friends would be a distraction. A positive distraction, according to various mental health websites he'd been browsing secretly, but a distraction nonetheless. Plus, as he moved quite a bit (about once every year), grounding himself to one person or a few wouldn't be that good. His mother had done it with Trent, and look where that got her.
He got his first job at age sixteen, when he became a caterer along with his mother at Elysium Sterling, and never looked back. There, he discovered his love of jazz music, and playing the trumpet through a funny bellhop named Rowan Hughes, who he would consider his best and only friend. In fact, they'd started a band together. They never really got anywhere, of course, but it was fun.
Then, after seven years of staying in that hotel, watching the average stars go up, up, down, and up again on screens that, had he stared any longer, would make him require glasses, his mother got another job offer only a bit away. Just in British Columbia, where he'd resided from ages seven to nine. However, as Donnovan finds out, there are some things he hadn't known about the province. Namely, a cosmic entity that's out for blood.
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dendygar
chicken dender
Character's Name
FULL NAME: Menashe 'Manny' Berkowitz
AGE: 25... permanently.
BIRTHDATE: 10/19/1956
PLACE OF BIRTH: Chicago, Illinois
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 173 lbs
OCCUPATION: Journalist
FEATURES: Toned, black hair and blue eyes, fair skin.
FACE CLAIM:
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Shotgunpenguin
I have become haitus, destroyer of RP's
Full Name: Samantha Kerbson
Age: 31
Birthdate: 2/13/94
Place of Birth: Portsmouth, New Hampshire
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 121 lbs
Occupation: Librarian
Features: A small scar across the bridge of her nose, a small blotchy birthmark on her lower back, just on the outside of her spine.
FACE CLAIM:
Positive: Analytical, Good memory, Empathetic, Emotionally stable
Negative: Physically weak, Easily startled, Doesn't do well under pressure
Likes: Books, Big dogs, The smell of rain,
Dislikes: Clutter, Teenagers, Gambling, Being called short
Theme Song:
Biography: Samantha was born to a small family of 3, her father worked on a fishing boat and her mother was a therapist, while her older sister had just entered 7th grade. Due to her parents work she was often looked after by her older sister Veronica, although they were always present when it mattered. Veronica would always read to Samantha when she was bored, long before she even knew what any of the words meant, all that mattered was hearing her sister read. Her love for books stayed with her as she grew up, spending most of her free time either reading at home or spending hours getting lost within the local library. Science fiction, biographies, mysteries, any genre that she could get her hands on she would enthusiastically pour over every word until she felt like she could recite them by heart.
As the years went on she found herself growing more and more fond of the old library where she spent her youth, and sought a part-time job both to earn money but also to help out the owner. They owner was an elderly man known as Nicholas who had lived his entire life in Portsmouth with his wife, and after she had passed away he couldn't bring himself to move away. Some of the other students at her high school would spread rumors about him, how he had killed his wife and buried her underneath the library, or that he was a part of some secret cult, but Samantha often ignored them. Nicholas was a little eccentric, sometimes she would hear him muttering in a language she didn't understand, but to go as far to say that he was in a cult was an insult to him. He was a kind old man who was always happy to indulge her interest in books, and when he finally passed it deeply saddened her.
Samantha moved away from Portsmouth to Oregon when she was 23 years old in order to pursue her dream of running and overseeing her own library just like the one in her hometown. It was difficult at first, the town that she had moved to was less rural than she was used to and it showed as she was constantly in the red for her first two years. Even after profits had stabilized she found it hard to maintain the library the way she dreamed, as instead of inquisitive minds and avid readers she instead had to deal with disrespectful teens and adults who thought her library was a playground for their amusement. Damaged books, children running and screaming through the rows of books and judgemental looks of parents who expected her to look after their children for them. It was nothing like what she dreamed of, and after five years of business she sold the building and moved back to her hometown, dejected and unsure of herself.
When she returned to her hometown Samantha learned that Nicholas had passed a week before, leaving his library without anyone to look after it. Acting quickly, she managed to purchase the building from an auction and become it's new owner. Now in the library where she spent her youth, she quickly settled into a routine for the next three years. Through that time she had taken a look through Nicholas's belongings that he had left behind, including a journal that he kept since he was a young adult. The journals were bound with thick leather and smelled faintly of the sea whenever she had read them, and they seemed to recount his daily life along with his dreams. Some of the entries were what you would expect, daily observations and the like, however it appeared that his dreams were plagued by nightmares of a darkened sea. He would write about a dark shape lurking below the sea, always visible out of the corner of his eyes but never enough for him to get a clear look. The last of his entries were barely legible, his handwriting shaky and rough before trailing off.
The journals troubled Samantha for a time, feelings of unease and unexplained noises plagued her for some time. The memories of Nicholas's rumored cult membership began to creep in the back of her mind as she set herself on her work. Maybe it was the weather, or maybe something else, but she began to feel as if she was being watched. Perhaps she needed to get away for a bit, a nice and relaxing vacation seemed like just the solution she needed. Maybe she would try and fly somewhere for a change, she had never been on a plane before and Canada seemed like a great place for a vacation.
Other Info: The scar on her nose is the result of a heavy reference book falling on her while she was attempting to retrieve it. Since then she's made sure to keep the heavier books lower on the shelves.
Age: 31
Birthdate: 2/13/94
Place of Birth: Portsmouth, New Hampshire
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 121 lbs
Occupation: Librarian
Features: A small scar across the bridge of her nose, a small blotchy birthmark on her lower back, just on the outside of her spine.
FACE CLAIM:
Positive: Analytical, Good memory, Empathetic, Emotionally stable
Negative: Physically weak, Easily startled, Doesn't do well under pressure
Likes: Books, Big dogs, The smell of rain,
Dislikes: Clutter, Teenagers, Gambling, Being called short
Theme Song:
Biography: Samantha was born to a small family of 3, her father worked on a fishing boat and her mother was a therapist, while her older sister had just entered 7th grade. Due to her parents work she was often looked after by her older sister Veronica, although they were always present when it mattered. Veronica would always read to Samantha when she was bored, long before she even knew what any of the words meant, all that mattered was hearing her sister read. Her love for books stayed with her as she grew up, spending most of her free time either reading at home or spending hours getting lost within the local library. Science fiction, biographies, mysteries, any genre that she could get her hands on she would enthusiastically pour over every word until she felt like she could recite them by heart.
As the years went on she found herself growing more and more fond of the old library where she spent her youth, and sought a part-time job both to earn money but also to help out the owner. They owner was an elderly man known as Nicholas who had lived his entire life in Portsmouth with his wife, and after she had passed away he couldn't bring himself to move away. Some of the other students at her high school would spread rumors about him, how he had killed his wife and buried her underneath the library, or that he was a part of some secret cult, but Samantha often ignored them. Nicholas was a little eccentric, sometimes she would hear him muttering in a language she didn't understand, but to go as far to say that he was in a cult was an insult to him. He was a kind old man who was always happy to indulge her interest in books, and when he finally passed it deeply saddened her.
Samantha moved away from Portsmouth to Oregon when she was 23 years old in order to pursue her dream of running and overseeing her own library just like the one in her hometown. It was difficult at first, the town that she had moved to was less rural than she was used to and it showed as she was constantly in the red for her first two years. Even after profits had stabilized she found it hard to maintain the library the way she dreamed, as instead of inquisitive minds and avid readers she instead had to deal with disrespectful teens and adults who thought her library was a playground for their amusement. Damaged books, children running and screaming through the rows of books and judgemental looks of parents who expected her to look after their children for them. It was nothing like what she dreamed of, and after five years of business she sold the building and moved back to her hometown, dejected and unsure of herself.
When she returned to her hometown Samantha learned that Nicholas had passed a week before, leaving his library without anyone to look after it. Acting quickly, she managed to purchase the building from an auction and become it's new owner. Now in the library where she spent her youth, she quickly settled into a routine for the next three years. Through that time she had taken a look through Nicholas's belongings that he had left behind, including a journal that he kept since he was a young adult. The journals were bound with thick leather and smelled faintly of the sea whenever she had read them, and they seemed to recount his daily life along with his dreams. Some of the entries were what you would expect, daily observations and the like, however it appeared that his dreams were plagued by nightmares of a darkened sea. He would write about a dark shape lurking below the sea, always visible out of the corner of his eyes but never enough for him to get a clear look. The last of his entries were barely legible, his handwriting shaky and rough before trailing off.
The journals troubled Samantha for a time, feelings of unease and unexplained noises plagued her for some time. The memories of Nicholas's rumored cult membership began to creep in the back of her mind as she set herself on her work. Maybe it was the weather, or maybe something else, but she began to feel as if she was being watched. Perhaps she needed to get away for a bit, a nice and relaxing vacation seemed like just the solution she needed. Maybe she would try and fly somewhere for a change, she had never been on a plane before and Canada seemed like a great place for a vacation.
Other Info: The scar on her nose is the result of a heavy reference book falling on her while she was attempting to retrieve it. Since then she's made sure to keep the heavier books lower on the shelves.
Heterological
Search it up
FULL NAME: Thomas Williams
AGE: 24
BIRTHDATE: 09/15/2003
PLACE OF BIRTH: London
HEIGHT: 5' 9"
WEIGHT: 227 Ibs
OCCUPATION: Mechanical engineer
FEATURES: His hair is slightly curly, and swirls on his head, forming a thick mat of hair. His eyes are gray, and he has a slight limp in his right leg.
FACE CLAIM: Alex Lawther
POSITIVE: He's a fast-thinker, has great deduction, and rationalizes everything
NEGATIVE: He worries a lot, constantly double-checks things, and can't let things go
LIKES: puzzles, interesting facts, creating things, soft music
DISLIKES: fire, discomfort, senseless people
THEME SONG: Five
BIOGRAPHY:
Even as a boy, Thomas needed to find out everything about the world. His dad was a math major and pushed him to be the best in his classes and competitions. His mom was an electrical engineer and encouraged him to learn new things. He remembers looking at the sky at the age of five and wondering why the sky was blue. Whenever he wanted to know something, he would go to one of his parents and ask a question. Thomas learned about light refraction and the concept of evolution at the age of nine and was winning math and science competitions at the age of eleven. The concepts of evolution fascinated him, and he spent many hours listening to educational YouTubers. With the rise of advanced technology, he got a modern phone and started tinkering with it. He found that he wasn't quite as good with electrics, but he still loved coding as a side habit. His first few attempts at a project failed, but after working for six months, most of which were spent in front of a computer screen, his first good coding project was finished at the age of twelve. It was a simple text adventure game. As Thomas grew older, technology advanced. Simulations were made, and he made some cool videos using editing software and physics simulations. He bought physics-based sandbox games and constructed working planes and robots. Eventually, though, he grew tired of it, and he turned his interest to mechanical robotics.
He started off using Legos to create machinery using a Lego controller and motors. It started off small, with tiny walking robots and some remote-controlled cars, but when he got his first 3D printer for his thirteenth birthday, he started making parts and writing software. Thomas won a few small-time robotic championships and graduated high school with flying colors, along with some prize money. A scholarship from the University of Leeds was awarded to him.
University there was tough. He had a scholarship, true, but he still had to pay living expenses. He worked a part-time job as a retail worker to cover costs. Between college and his job he had barely any free time, and the rest of the time he had was mostly spent studying. Thomas didn't have many friends, and his roommates weren't the best to be with. They were mostly lazy and would leave junk everywhere. Often he would wake up in the middle of the night because someone had turned the TV to full volume. Eventually, he got his schedule under control, but he wasn't the same person. Burnout had made him more tired and less motivated. After finishing his degree, he took a year off, moving back to his house while he paid loans. Gradually recovering from his burnout, he spent most of his days on his phone or a computer. After he paid off most of his debt, Thomas got a six-month contract for a small-time company. It was relatively easy, with decent coworkers and little to no delays.
AGE: 24
BIRTHDATE: 09/15/2003
PLACE OF BIRTH: London
HEIGHT: 5' 9"
WEIGHT: 227 Ibs
OCCUPATION: Mechanical engineer
FEATURES: His hair is slightly curly, and swirls on his head, forming a thick mat of hair. His eyes are gray, and he has a slight limp in his right leg.
FACE CLAIM: Alex Lawther
POSITIVE: He's a fast-thinker, has great deduction, and rationalizes everything
NEGATIVE: He worries a lot, constantly double-checks things, and can't let things go
LIKES: puzzles, interesting facts, creating things, soft music
DISLIKES: fire, discomfort, senseless people
THEME SONG: Five
BIOGRAPHY:
Even as a boy, Thomas needed to find out everything about the world. His dad was a math major and pushed him to be the best in his classes and competitions. His mom was an electrical engineer and encouraged him to learn new things. He remembers looking at the sky at the age of five and wondering why the sky was blue. Whenever he wanted to know something, he would go to one of his parents and ask a question. Thomas learned about light refraction and the concept of evolution at the age of nine and was winning math and science competitions at the age of eleven. The concepts of evolution fascinated him, and he spent many hours listening to educational YouTubers. With the rise of advanced technology, he got a modern phone and started tinkering with it. He found that he wasn't quite as good with electrics, but he still loved coding as a side habit. His first few attempts at a project failed, but after working for six months, most of which were spent in front of a computer screen, his first good coding project was finished at the age of twelve. It was a simple text adventure game. As Thomas grew older, technology advanced. Simulations were made, and he made some cool videos using editing software and physics simulations. He bought physics-based sandbox games and constructed working planes and robots. Eventually, though, he grew tired of it, and he turned his interest to mechanical robotics.
He started off using Legos to create machinery using a Lego controller and motors. It started off small, with tiny walking robots and some remote-controlled cars, but when he got his first 3D printer for his thirteenth birthday, he started making parts and writing software. Thomas won a few small-time robotic championships and graduated high school with flying colors, along with some prize money. A scholarship from the University of Leeds was awarded to him.
University there was tough. He had a scholarship, true, but he still had to pay living expenses. He worked a part-time job as a retail worker to cover costs. Between college and his job he had barely any free time, and the rest of the time he had was mostly spent studying. Thomas didn't have many friends, and his roommates weren't the best to be with. They were mostly lazy and would leave junk everywhere. Often he would wake up in the middle of the night because someone had turned the TV to full volume. Eventually, he got his schedule under control, but he wasn't the same person. Burnout had made him more tired and less motivated. After finishing his degree, he took a year off, moving back to his house while he paid loans. Gradually recovering from his burnout, he spent most of his days on his phone or a computer. After he paid off most of his debt, Thomas got a six-month contract for a small-time company. It was relatively easy, with decent coworkers and little to no delays.
BasiliskVeranda
80s Trash
Alex
FULL NAME: Alexei 'Alex' Hearst
AGE: 30
BIRTHDATE: (11/25/1995)
PLACE OF BIRTH: Hartford, CT
HEIGHT: 6' even
WEIGHT: 173lbs
OCCUPATION: Investigative Journalist
(Actually writes for shitty conspiracy theory/occult/tin-foil hat publications, but somehow makes bank doing it, because people are stupid)
FEATURES: The first thing one might think upon seeing Al would be that he's fairly handsome and would probably be a good drinking partner. He has a confident gait without being overbearing, an expressive face, and a deviously quirked smile promising interesting conversations. The cigarettes, always finding their way between his teeth, are a marker of a life lived appreciating various vices. The tattoos that litter his skin speak to stories he'd like to tell you about sometime, but only after he's had his coffee.
Even the blue of his eyes tells its own tale; something more twilight than dawn, with a hint of perhaps knowing what he shouldn't. Whether that's fun-seeking debauchery or a flavor of sinister, one can't be too certain, except right now he's smiling. And that smile might as well be the sun itself.
These visual assessments are on-the-nose, but with repeated exposure to the sarcastic, irreverent, laissez faire blond, one might find themselves wishing they'd never assessed anything at all.
FACE CLAIM: Boyd MFing Holbrook
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Chip Douglas
FULL NAME: Christian "Chip" Randolph Douglas
AGE: 23
BIRTHDATE: (01/03/2002)
PLACE OF BIRTH: Anchorage, Alaska
HEIGHT: 5'10
WEIGHT: 162 lbs
OCCUPATION: Purveyor of Happiness (Drug Dealer)
FEATURES: Chip is fairly unintimidating in appearance, only slightly above height and just fit enough to not be skinny. His hair is a dark brown, though streaks of light brown highlights occur naturally if he spends a lot of time in the sun. He usually keeps himself "well-kept", but the most notable thing about Chip is that he always seems to have a stupid smirk on his face.
FACE CLAIM: Charlie Rowe
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Jack Marshall
FULL NAME: Jack Frederick Marshall
AGE: 37
BIRTHDATE: 06/15/1988
PLACE OF BIRTH: Rosswood, British Columbia
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 190 lbs
OCCUPATION: Logger
FEATURES: Whilst Jack is a broad, intimidating figure, it is often overshadowed by his melancholic nature. Rugged around the edges, unshaven and calloused, it’s clear to see he’s led a hard life.
FACE CLAIM: Henry Cavill
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Sir Galahad II
Semi-colon Evangelist
Travis Clark
FULL NAME: Travis Evan Clark
AGE: 29
BIRTHDATE: 03/07/1996
PLACE OF BIRTH: Haines Junction, Yukon
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 170 lbs.
OCCUPATION: Freelancer
FEATURES: Travis has relatively long, dark hair, a short beard, fairly light skin, and dark brown eyes. He has a few scars on his fingers, and a small one near his right eyebrow, but his more noticable ones are on his right forearm and his left ankle. You would expect a larger man to be easy to notice, but he seems to have a lighter step than most people, and he often keeps to himself.
FACE CLAIM: I couldn't find his name.
Lulziqweee
Lurker
FULL NAME: Arthur Kevinston
AGE: 43 (Look, he just looks old.)
BIRTHDATE: 15/02/1982
PLACE OF BIRTH: St.Louis, Missouri
HEIGHT: 1.67M, 5"5.
WEIGHT: 127LB, 57KG
OCCUPATION: Former Deputy Chief of Police of St.Louis.
FEATURES: When people first encounters him, what draws them in first are those eyes. Unlike his siblings, he has the signature icy blue eyes that became his signature mark in the St.Louis Police department. He slightly limps due to the wound he suffered in the Gulf Wars, yet he is capable of incredible speed when required so.
FACE CLAIM: HBO The True Detective.
POSITIVE: He is a natural leader, with extraordinary charms and leadership.
NEGATIVE: The Afghanistan War leaves him traumatized and suffered with PTSD. (Suffered during a Black-Ops operation.) Terrified of Helicopters crashing, and screeching sounds.
LIKES: Newspapers, formal dresses, Guns.
DISLIKES: Criminals, Helicopters, screeching sounds
THEME SONG: Hotel California
BIOGRAPHY:
As Arthur always likes to say: " We are all just prisoners here, of our own device." As is his life.
Born into a poor family who remained in the Deep South during the civil right movements, Arthur became the target of school bullies, local white kids and many Mixed kids in his youth. Yet, in his pursuit of success, Arthur never shy away from those challenges. Instead, he steps up them one by one, and never failing to impress his elders regardless whether or not they hate him.
After expressing his talents in literature and biology during his high school years, his family raised a huge sum, even selling their house and lands down in the south and moved to New York, where he studied hard in Medical Science. After going through an uneventful 3 years, Arthur graduates from the College and became a Doctor in the Army.
During his time serving with the Army, Arthur displayed highly capable field-surgeon skills and medical emergency patch-ups.
When the Afghanistan War broke out, Arthur was tasked along with the rest of his squads to a secret Black Ops mission in the northern mountains. However, after going radio silence for 3 days, only Arthur emerged from the mountains to a nearby American camp with his teammates' Dogtags. After the war ended, Arthur was send back and quickly put in the police force of his birth place, St.Louis.
After solving a few cases, Arthur became famous as a highly talented detective, and took command of the St.Louis Police force as it's chief director after much hardwork in 2008. However, after being blamed by his own deputy director on a nationally infamous case, Arthur was deranked, and was forced out of the police force at the end of 2018.
After almost 7 year of retirement, Arthur decided to take time off from his own depression and problems. After arranging with a local travel agency, he got to Vancouver, and began this supposed uneventful trip.......
AGE: 43 (Look, he just looks old.)
BIRTHDATE: 15/02/1982
PLACE OF BIRTH: St.Louis, Missouri
HEIGHT: 1.67M, 5"5.
WEIGHT: 127LB, 57KG
OCCUPATION: Former Deputy Chief of Police of St.Louis.
FEATURES: When people first encounters him, what draws them in first are those eyes. Unlike his siblings, he has the signature icy blue eyes that became his signature mark in the St.Louis Police department. He slightly limps due to the wound he suffered in the Gulf Wars, yet he is capable of incredible speed when required so.
FACE CLAIM: HBO The True Detective.
POSITIVE: He is a natural leader, with extraordinary charms and leadership.
NEGATIVE: The Afghanistan War leaves him traumatized and suffered with PTSD. (Suffered during a Black-Ops operation.) Terrified of Helicopters crashing, and screeching sounds.
LIKES: Newspapers, formal dresses, Guns.
DISLIKES: Criminals, Helicopters, screeching sounds
THEME SONG: Hotel California
BIOGRAPHY:
As Arthur always likes to say: " We are all just prisoners here, of our own device." As is his life.
Born into a poor family who remained in the Deep South during the civil right movements, Arthur became the target of school bullies, local white kids and many Mixed kids in his youth. Yet, in his pursuit of success, Arthur never shy away from those challenges. Instead, he steps up them one by one, and never failing to impress his elders regardless whether or not they hate him.
After expressing his talents in literature and biology during his high school years, his family raised a huge sum, even selling their house and lands down in the south and moved to New York, where he studied hard in Medical Science. After going through an uneventful 3 years, Arthur graduates from the College and became a Doctor in the Army.
During his time serving with the Army, Arthur displayed highly capable field-surgeon skills and medical emergency patch-ups.
When the Afghanistan War broke out, Arthur was tasked along with the rest of his squads to a secret Black Ops mission in the northern mountains. However, after going radio silence for 3 days, only Arthur emerged from the mountains to a nearby American camp with his teammates' Dogtags. After the war ended, Arthur was send back and quickly put in the police force of his birth place, St.Louis.
After solving a few cases, Arthur became famous as a highly talented detective, and took command of the St.Louis Police force as it's chief director after much hardwork in 2008. However, after being blamed by his own deputy director on a nationally infamous case, Arthur was deranked, and was forced out of the police force at the end of 2018.
After almost 7 year of retirement, Arthur decided to take time off from his own depression and problems. After arranging with a local travel agency, he got to Vancouver, and began this supposed uneventful trip.......
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