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Realistic or Modern The Haunting of Lloyd Mansion: Cast
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
((Completed))
Nessa White
Guest at Lloyd Mansion
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Crow Dolly
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Name: Ryan G. Baxter
Role: Guest
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Enthnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Straight
Personality:
Ryan is a chill dude.
He has no strong opinion on anything, he has no passion or conviction. He's just a man trying to get by the day. The closest thing he ever has as a motivation was opening a large mansion to house hundreds of cats but that was just a fantasy.
To some, he seems like the nicest and charming guy someone could ever meet, to others he's just a smart talking asshole. This is due to his conviction of stating his thoughts openly, whether its offensive or not.
Ryan is considered himself to be a skeptic and non believer. He believes everything could be explained without sorting to superstition. Ghost sightings are fake, voodoo and witchcraft are done by lunatics, and there is no God.
Background:
Ryan was born within a single parent household with his mum.
He didn't have the most luxurious life but he didn't have the worst life either. It was a perfect life form him, like a the right sized shell for a simple hermit crab.
To support his mum, he would often take various jobs, even taking in illegal jobs. Often it would get him to trouble, but it didn't matter to him, as long as he was able to support his mum and pet cat Minty. When tasked of stealing something, he was hesitant at first, but a soon as he executed a job, he realised how skilled he was and the strong potential he had.
In his late teens, there was a strong storm that caused his town to flood. Minty was lost to the water. Ryan tried to fight against the raging flood but nothing could be done. Minty was gone from his sight and from that day, he had a fear of both storms and big open water.
He continued to steal for others, only taking small jobs so he would stay under Police radar. In his older years, he was able to put his mum in a nice retirement home. This allowed him to set his sight to bigger things, travelling around the country and stealing for bigger clients for bigger rewards. He didn't have a home, often staying in hotels for short periods of time then leaving for the next place of target.
Reason For Stay:
Ryan had stolen a special diamond ring for his client and he had stated to meet him within the small town the hotel was in. He opted to stay within Lloyd Mansion until the trade off between him and the client occurs. It was planned that he would only have to stay there for two to three days before meeting with his client.
Extra:
Fear— Large Pools of Water/Drowning/Storm
Strengths— Lockpicking, Disguises, Smooth Talker, Sneaking
Weakness— Swimming, Using Weapons
-Able to die late
-Able to be injured
-Could be affected mentally
Role: Guest
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Enthnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Straight
Personality:
Ryan is a chill dude.
He has no strong opinion on anything, he has no passion or conviction. He's just a man trying to get by the day. The closest thing he ever has as a motivation was opening a large mansion to house hundreds of cats but that was just a fantasy.
To some, he seems like the nicest and charming guy someone could ever meet, to others he's just a smart talking asshole. This is due to his conviction of stating his thoughts openly, whether its offensive or not.
Ryan is considered himself to be a skeptic and non believer. He believes everything could be explained without sorting to superstition. Ghost sightings are fake, voodoo and witchcraft are done by lunatics, and there is no God.
Background:
Ryan was born within a single parent household with his mum.
He didn't have the most luxurious life but he didn't have the worst life either. It was a perfect life form him, like a the right sized shell for a simple hermit crab.
To support his mum, he would often take various jobs, even taking in illegal jobs. Often it would get him to trouble, but it didn't matter to him, as long as he was able to support his mum and pet cat Minty. When tasked of stealing something, he was hesitant at first, but a soon as he executed a job, he realised how skilled he was and the strong potential he had.
In his late teens, there was a strong storm that caused his town to flood. Minty was lost to the water. Ryan tried to fight against the raging flood but nothing could be done. Minty was gone from his sight and from that day, he had a fear of both storms and big open water.
He continued to steal for others, only taking small jobs so he would stay under Police radar. In his older years, he was able to put his mum in a nice retirement home. This allowed him to set his sight to bigger things, travelling around the country and stealing for bigger clients for bigger rewards. He didn't have a home, often staying in hotels for short periods of time then leaving for the next place of target.
Reason For Stay:
Ryan had stolen a special diamond ring for his client and he had stated to meet him within the small town the hotel was in. He opted to stay within Lloyd Mansion until the trade off between him and the client occurs. It was planned that he would only have to stay there for two to three days before meeting with his client.
Extra:
Fear— Large Pools of Water/Drowning/Storm
Strengths— Lockpicking, Disguises, Smooth Talker, Sneaking
Weakness— Swimming, Using Weapons
-Able to die late
-Able to be injured
-Could be affected mentally
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Completed!
Name: Ember Priestley
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5"0
Build: Slim, curvy
Hair: Blue
Eyes: Green
Mods: Tattoos covering her arms, nose and lip piercing rings.
Role: Guest
Greatest Fears: Darkness (always sleeps by candle/mood lighting)
Claustrophobic (panic attack in small spaces)
Strengths: Intelligence (well read), Charismatic, Creative, Protective, Hardy, Specialised in Herbal Medicine/Healing.
Weaknesses: Her fear of the dark, Can seem blunt to new people, Hates to be wrong and Struggles with Social Skills at times.
Personality: Hardy, colourful and charismatic. Ember is nothing but a unique young woman, not just in the way she presents herself; but in her mannerisms and social presence too. Ember's complicated past has created a tough but emotional woman who is curious of others and adventurous in nature. Before arriving at the mansion, Ember has been traveling alone around the world since she was 18 years old; finding shelter in stranger's homes, on the streets and weird and wonderful hotels. She is polite and respectful to new people she meets, but can sometimes ask too many questions and appear forthcoming. Usually she is full of energy and enthusiasm with every activity that she can participate in and she enjoys being flirtatious with others whom she is attracted to. However, due to her time spent in solitude as a child, Ember is still developing her social skills and can struggle to maintain friendships and communicate as others typically would.
Biography: As a child, Ember was born to a Witch. She was raised in solitude away from modern society and was reared to understand herbal medicine and witchcraft practices. Most of this was useful of course, until Ember became hungry for adventure beyond her tiny world and yearned for exploration and to experience modern life. After a herbal remedy gone wrong, Ember's mother passed and Ember left their hut alone and processed to travel into the nearby city for the first time at age 18.
Why is she staying: Backpacking stop - Ember is stopping here on her backpacking trip of historical places. She often pitches up and lives at one place for a short amount of time.
Other: No limit on events/injuries.
Death: Preferably not immediately, but am fine with it later on and if she can return as an entity.
Name: Ember Priestley
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5"0
Build: Slim, curvy
Hair: Blue
Eyes: Green
Mods: Tattoos covering her arms, nose and lip piercing rings.
Role: Guest
Greatest Fears: Darkness (always sleeps by candle/mood lighting)
Claustrophobic (panic attack in small spaces)
Strengths: Intelligence (well read), Charismatic, Creative, Protective, Hardy, Specialised in Herbal Medicine/Healing.
Weaknesses: Her fear of the dark, Can seem blunt to new people, Hates to be wrong and Struggles with Social Skills at times.
Personality: Hardy, colourful and charismatic. Ember is nothing but a unique young woman, not just in the way she presents herself; but in her mannerisms and social presence too. Ember's complicated past has created a tough but emotional woman who is curious of others and adventurous in nature. Before arriving at the mansion, Ember has been traveling alone around the world since she was 18 years old; finding shelter in stranger's homes, on the streets and weird and wonderful hotels. She is polite and respectful to new people she meets, but can sometimes ask too many questions and appear forthcoming. Usually she is full of energy and enthusiasm with every activity that she can participate in and she enjoys being flirtatious with others whom she is attracted to. However, due to her time spent in solitude as a child, Ember is still developing her social skills and can struggle to maintain friendships and communicate as others typically would.
Biography: As a child, Ember was born to a Witch. She was raised in solitude away from modern society and was reared to understand herbal medicine and witchcraft practices. Most of this was useful of course, until Ember became hungry for adventure beyond her tiny world and yearned for exploration and to experience modern life. After a herbal remedy gone wrong, Ember's mother passed and Ember left their hut alone and processed to travel into the nearby city for the first time at age 18.
Why is she staying: Backpacking stop - Ember is stopping here on her backpacking trip of historical places. She often pitches up and lives at one place for a short amount of time.
Other: No limit on events/injuries.
Death: Preferably not immediately, but am fine with it later on and if she can return as an entity.
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Lord Brunttlestin the 3rd
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Name: Billy "Mole rat" Branson (Dr.Barson) COMPLETED
Age: He states that his age is 25.
Gender: Male. He/him.
Sexuality: Bisexual, leans towards men.
Ethnicity and Nationality: Whitefella, comes from Cairns Australia.
Height:6'7.
Build: Slim, but athletic. A bit on the short side.
Hair: Grey or white or balding.
Eyes: One eye is green while the other is covered by a black eye patch.
Occupation: Homeless?
Roll: Guest, he is sleeping in broom closet. Correction to my early statement. The night before the events of the game, he broke into the hotel by climbing through a window ( Breaking it in the process) and is currently sleeping in said closet.
Greatest fears: Having his bones ripped out of his body. Being caught by the Viet Cong. Ever having to talk to his kids for the last time.
Family: One wife who died. One son named Jacky Branson, who works as a podcaster as well as an activist for the Northern Queensland BLM movement. His two daughters Michael and Karlyn also live in Cairns. Michael being a game dev, and her twin Karlyn is a professional MMA fighter.
Strength's:
Really good at climbing.
proficient with fire arms (even flintlock weaponry).
One of the best hand to hand fighters and improvised weapons fighter's.
Amazing at at all things melee, swords,nives,axes,polearms,javalins,etc. Epically halberds which he excels at fighting with.
Occultist, Zoologist, Folklorist and a an Anthropology/History degree to boot!( What this really means is he knows about the supernatural and is very aware that ghosts,ghouls,demons, or whatever lives in this world are very real.)
Viet Nam veteran.
Is a really "vermin" hunter ( this is more bad than it is good because now there are not only ghost in this house, but now vampires. he has no hunting tools as he left them back in Queensland but dose not need them. As a broken chair leg works, if not more than some stake. If that fails des my left fist and troy my right fist )
Weakness's:
Is a terrible shot, As well as not being able to stop fighting when attacked.
Has dysentery.
He will only attack someone of if they don't throw the first strike.
Homeless, Billy has nothing except his cloths and a pocket knife(the ones with the can opener and all the other tools.)
Hates cowards or those run from a fight.
Stinky. Very stinky.
knows how to swallow live swallows.
Bio: Billy has recently entered the premises of the hotel and made a big first impression among both staff and guest's alike. The hotel is use to removing the usual's in the great diversity of undesirable's who visits the establishment( there are few, so it is not difficult). Drunks , people who are being violent, the occasional meth or crack head (rare they may be). Yet there are even rarer situations where it comes into question if the person should be thrown out in the first place based simply on how harmless they are. The day before the events of the game a man who you know now as Billy arrived in the lobby. He had wiped his noes with his sleeve, smelled bad, and did not seem the friendliest. Well at least to the "Karen" at the front desk\t who seeing someone who did not fit her standers of "If there not rich there a bum or a murderer, the same crap the bourgeoise think about all the unwashed masses" She was about to call security to clean up this messy mess of a person when the man walked to the front desk and politely greet her with a "G'day miss. My name's Billy, Billy Branson I sorry to even Botha you a bit but I was wondering if I could just have a quick chat to your manager. I saw a bloody animal run in?" In fear from the idea she would be blamed for the wild animal in the hotel, she blurted out a response "oh! ah well sir! I will get security down hear right way! Did you see that looked like they got bit by a snake, or a bear ?" He responded with a quick "Nah" As the receptionist panicked to find her phone the one second shock of an animal getting to = the building passed and she began to realise she had not asked him what animal it was. "uhh....what animal out there? we got some coyotes in lynx's was it one of those? "She told him as Karen begun panting and frantically trying to find her phone. Forgetting for the second time that she did not ask what animal it was. "okay...I will call animal patrol" Finally remembered she had put her phone in her desk. she grabbed it and just before she was going to call. She remembered to ask. "oh bless my heart! I forgot I ask about the animal! what was it?"
" a Vampire" said Billy in a stern serious manner that very much clashed with the the creature he said". The women froze, she stared blankly at this man for a few moments and almost like clock work her face turned from fear and bit of panic, to an overwhelming gaze that said she was not having it. An after the job scare he gave her she was about to smash bills face In" you mean a bat?" "nah, mate a vampire" she knew it those fuckers again "did Greg an them Carter boys set you up to this? Hmm? \?" the woman looked at the mans face, she looked at a lot of faces . It was on of the good things about being a receptionist at least in her humble opinion was you got to see a lot of the what goes into a face, that she can really see what shaped people in a weird way. She knew how to detect a liar when she saw one. Yet what she saw in belly face was not the face of a man who was caught in a lie and had to spill the beans on a children prank, but a man who looked genuinely confused and funnily enough a bit annoyed" Miss there's a Vampire in this hotel. " he said with such certainty that t was if he was just state ing the obvious. She cocked her head to one side and raised her eyebrow "true." he said nonchalantly as if it were some sort of light problem. l " oh mam your zipper is down and sorry to be the bringer of bad news but.... a Dracula got in. He right behind you look!" She chorted at the idea. people usually do that when they are of little to unintierly unfunny(Writers note: though who am I to judge what is good comedy? :^) ). "How do you know it's a vampire" she said with the kind of venom you get for being cruel to people who are not what she is, a bastard. "Simple" he said as he went into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small foldable badge.
"it's my job, I'm a professional vampire hunter"
Appearance: He is a tall lanky man, with a pine needle colour eye. Which almost stands out as beacon of beauty in the desolate blemished landscape that is his face. His hole body is covered with dirt which seeps into his crows feet and other wrinkles. His nose which is supposed to be straight has turned crooked and scared. A sign of a life of getting glassed in the face. He has a long Santa like grey beard which sticks out of his long brown dusty hood of his old adidas hoody. His grey mop of hair a mix of seemingly random balding spots dotting his head like artillery craters. His sweat pant's are a mix of patched and sown together parts of other pants suggesting a delicate, as well as diligent hand who sowed it all together. He gleefully steps up to you the way a child would. Similes a grin missing many teeth and says a cheerful "G'day mate"
Age: He states that his age is 25.
Gender: Male. He/him.
Sexuality: Bisexual, leans towards men.
Ethnicity and Nationality: Whitefella, comes from Cairns Australia.
Height:6'7.
Build: Slim, but athletic. A bit on the short side.
Hair: Grey or white or balding.
Eyes: One eye is green while the other is covered by a black eye patch.
Occupation: Homeless?
Roll: Guest, he is sleeping in broom closet. Correction to my early statement. The night before the events of the game, he broke into the hotel by climbing through a window ( Breaking it in the process) and is currently sleeping in said closet.
Greatest fears: Having his bones ripped out of his body. Being caught by the Viet Cong. Ever having to talk to his kids for the last time.
Family: One wife who died. One son named Jacky Branson, who works as a podcaster as well as an activist for the Northern Queensland BLM movement. His two daughters Michael and Karlyn also live in Cairns. Michael being a game dev, and her twin Karlyn is a professional MMA fighter.
Strength's:
Really good at climbing.
proficient with fire arms (even flintlock weaponry).
One of the best hand to hand fighters and improvised weapons fighter's.
Amazing at at all things melee, swords,nives,axes,polearms,javalins,etc. Epically halberds which he excels at fighting with.
Occultist, Zoologist, Folklorist and a an Anthropology/History degree to boot!( What this really means is he knows about the supernatural and is very aware that ghosts,ghouls,demons, or whatever lives in this world are very real.)
Viet Nam veteran.
Is a really "vermin" hunter ( this is more bad than it is good because now there are not only ghost in this house, but now vampires. he has no hunting tools as he left them back in Queensland but dose not need them. As a broken chair leg works, if not more than some stake. If that fails des my left fist and troy my right fist )
Weakness's:
Is a terrible shot, As well as not being able to stop fighting when attacked.
Has dysentery.
He will only attack someone of if they don't throw the first strike.
Homeless, Billy has nothing except his cloths and a pocket knife(the ones with the can opener and all the other tools.)
Hates cowards or those run from a fight.
Stinky. Very stinky.
knows how to swallow live swallows.
Bio: Billy has recently entered the premises of the hotel and made a big first impression among both staff and guest's alike. The hotel is use to removing the usual's in the great diversity of undesirable's who visits the establishment( there are few, so it is not difficult). Drunks , people who are being violent, the occasional meth or crack head (rare they may be). Yet there are even rarer situations where it comes into question if the person should be thrown out in the first place based simply on how harmless they are. The day before the events of the game a man who you know now as Billy arrived in the lobby. He had wiped his noes with his sleeve, smelled bad, and did not seem the friendliest. Well at least to the "Karen" at the front desk\t who seeing someone who did not fit her standers of "If there not rich there a bum or a murderer, the same crap the bourgeoise think about all the unwashed masses" She was about to call security to clean up this messy mess of a person when the man walked to the front desk and politely greet her with a "G'day miss. My name's Billy, Billy Branson I sorry to even Botha you a bit but I was wondering if I could just have a quick chat to your manager. I saw a bloody animal run in?" In fear from the idea she would be blamed for the wild animal in the hotel, she blurted out a response "oh! ah well sir! I will get security down hear right way! Did you see that looked like they got bit by a snake, or a bear ?" He responded with a quick "Nah" As the receptionist panicked to find her phone the one second shock of an animal getting to = the building passed and she began to realise she had not asked him what animal it was. "uhh....what animal out there? we got some coyotes in lynx's was it one of those? "She told him as Karen begun panting and frantically trying to find her phone. Forgetting for the second time that she did not ask what animal it was. "okay...I will call animal patrol" Finally remembered she had put her phone in her desk. she grabbed it and just before she was going to call. She remembered to ask. "oh bless my heart! I forgot I ask about the animal! what was it?"
" a Vampire" said Billy in a stern serious manner that very much clashed with the the creature he said". The women froze, she stared blankly at this man for a few moments and almost like clock work her face turned from fear and bit of panic, to an overwhelming gaze that said she was not having it. An after the job scare he gave her she was about to smash bills face In" you mean a bat?" "nah, mate a vampire" she knew it those fuckers again "did Greg an them Carter boys set you up to this? Hmm? \?" the woman looked at the mans face, she looked at a lot of faces . It was on of the good things about being a receptionist at least in her humble opinion was you got to see a lot of the what goes into a face, that she can really see what shaped people in a weird way. She knew how to detect a liar when she saw one. Yet what she saw in belly face was not the face of a man who was caught in a lie and had to spill the beans on a children prank, but a man who looked genuinely confused and funnily enough a bit annoyed" Miss there's a Vampire in this hotel. " he said with such certainty that t was if he was just state ing the obvious. She cocked her head to one side and raised her eyebrow "true." he said nonchalantly as if it were some sort of light problem. l " oh mam your zipper is down and sorry to be the bringer of bad news but.... a Dracula got in. He right behind you look!" She chorted at the idea. people usually do that when they are of little to unintierly unfunny(Writers note: though who am I to judge what is good comedy? :^) ). "How do you know it's a vampire" she said with the kind of venom you get for being cruel to people who are not what she is, a bastard. "Simple" he said as he went into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small foldable badge.
"it's my job, I'm a professional vampire hunter"
Appearance: He is a tall lanky man, with a pine needle colour eye. Which almost stands out as beacon of beauty in the desolate blemished landscape that is his face. His hole body is covered with dirt which seeps into his crows feet and other wrinkles. His nose which is supposed to be straight has turned crooked and scared. A sign of a life of getting glassed in the face. He has a long Santa like grey beard which sticks out of his long brown dusty hood of his old adidas hoody. His grey mop of hair a mix of seemingly random balding spots dotting his head like artillery craters. His sweat pant's are a mix of patched and sown together parts of other pants suggesting a delicate, as well as diligent hand who sowed it all together. He gleefully steps up to you the way a child would. Similes a grin missing many teeth and says a cheerful "G'day mate"
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Lord Brunttlestin the 3rd
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uses he him pronouns
Lord Brunttlestin the 3rd
New Member
Im fine with my charater dying for the sake of the plot though II woul like at least a little bitof time befor that
MePersonally
To stay alive you've got to kill your mind.
Lucas Evans
Age: 30
Gender: Male (he/him)
Sexuality: Asexual / Heteroromantic
Occupation: Psychologist at a prison for the criminally insane
Role: Guest
Reason of stay: Vacation
Greatest Fears: Losing his mind, hurting someone, being abandoned by the ones he loves
Strengths: Calm, even when he's scared. Can talk people off the ledge. Very rational.
Weaknesses: Too rational at times. Can sound patronizing when he assumes someone is imagining things. Tends to say little about himself, but ask questions about the others. Stubborn as hell- especially when he thinks he's right. Doesn't take criticism seriously.
Personality: Luke is a very easy person. He gets along with many people and makes friends easily. He is confident and extroverted, he finds comfort in numbers. Luke cares deeply about people, not only his friends but also strangers. When someone is in trouble or scared, he won't hesitate to help. In his opinion, there is no such thing as 'none of his business', when it comes to dangerous situations. He's that kinda guy that would get shot for a stranger at a subway station.
Biography (include why they are staying at Llyod Mansion): Luke grew up as the only child of a hard working single mother somewhere in Boston. From a very young age on, he learned to look after himself and his mother, because she did her best to keep their heads above water, even though she had problems of her own. When his Mom got assaulted on the job, Luke was 15. He swore to himself that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone else, not if he could help it. That was when he formed his maxime: "If I can do something, I will." He has been living by that ever since.
Luke was a talented student, so his teachers recommended him for a scholarship, which made it possible for him to go to college. And university. To become someone who helps people. He became a psychologist.
After some time, he snatched a job at the high security ward of a prison, specialized in criminaly with mental health problems. Even though he is an expert in trauma therapy and should be workig with victims instead of the ones who hurt people, but he just can't let it go. It's like an obsession that he can't get over.
Like every other human being, Luke too needs a holiday from time to time. His definiton of a vacation is different than someone elses, though. He takes two weeks off and then points his finger onto a map, his eyes closed. That's where he goes and then he sees what happens. The Mansion is his third stop on the journey, but he kind of likes the sleepy town and the big old house. He has been vacating his room for two days, now.
Other:
Events/Injuries: Totally cool. I love surprises. Scare his sceptic ass, cripple him. I'm all in.
Death: I'd very much like Luke to walk out alive, or at least halfway so. However, I can be convinced to kill him off if I can continue playing him as a ghost/spirit/entity.
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