Realistic or Modern the mystery club // character sheet

[snowyleopard]

greetings everyone, and welcome to the character sheet thread for the 1980's mystery roleplay, the mystery club!

reminder!
you do not have to use a fancy code for your sheet. you may use one but do whatever makes you feel comfortable!

the club
lead investigator - otto fischer - played by snowyleopard

assistant - character name - played by

medium - juno ashwood - played by vixe

the skeptic - character name - played by

researcher - malachi vara - played by Society of Strays

the baits - sammi hicks - played by dowagers madison brookes - played by SavannahSmiles

journalist - margaret winehouse - played by serenibee

interviewer - character name - played by

nerd - character name - played by

sketch artist - roxie heart - played by animegirl20

the form
character image here (realistic)
full name
nickname(s)
age (20-24)
gender
pronouns
faceclaim/voiceclaim

appearance description
personality - traits or paragraph
history/backstory - optional!
place of birth
date of birth - please include month, day, and year. remember this is summer of 1986!

role
are they good at their role?
do they believe in the ghosts and the supernatural?
likes
dislikes
fears
habits
hobbies

body modifications/scars
romantic orientation
sexuality orientation
headcanons/fun facts

 

[snowyleopard]

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VISAGE
FULL NAME: otto theodore fischer
NICKNAMES: n/a
D.O.B: April 14th, 1965
P.O.B: Berlin, Germany
AGE: 21 years old
GENDER: transgender male
PRONOUNS: he/otter
ORIENTATION: polyamorous homoromantic homosexual
ROLE: the lead investigator

APPEARANCE
APPEARANCE: Otto is short, standing at 5'1" in height. He has short, fluffy hair that varies in color due to the fact that Otto will often dye his hair different colors. Otto's hair is long enough to put it up into a short ponytail. His eyes are a warm brown.
FACECLAIM: kaiisyourhomie

PSYCHE
PERSONALITY:
Otto is... spontaneous. Sometimes you will find him up on his toes because he hates sitting still for long periods of time and he wants to do something, or other times you will see him being calm and quiet. He's pretty easy to get along if you can handle the fact that he's pretty enthusiastic and hyper. He loves making other people smile and laugh, so you'll see him doing something goofy or comical to get a laugh out of others, he's a pretty funny guy. Otto is also pretty forgetful, an example being that he'll forget what he was talking about earlier.

Otto is also messy and disorganized, the type to stuff papers into a bag and go rummaging for them later. Otter also doesn't like being told what to do, and more than likely otter is going to brush it off and do what he wants to. Otto is prone to reckless and impulsive behavior, doing things out of sheer impulse and not thinking about what otter is doing is possibly a rash decision. He wants to help out, he wants to help others and he doesn't want to be standing idly by when he could be helping somebody out.

Otto is easy to scare, every little noise will make otter jump in fright.

traits

impulsive, creative, loyal, moody, gullible, helpful

ailments

chronic insomnia, ADHD, generalized anxiety disorder, panic disorder, hypochondriasis, latex allergy, bee sting allergy

TIME MACHINE
HISTORY: uhhhhhhhhh

BODY MODIFICATIONS/SCARS
Otto has a septum piercing, ear piercings, and a lip piercing. Otto also has a stick and poke tattoo on his right ankle of a cat.

LIKES
iced coffee, cats, sweaters, fireplaces, aromatherapy, rain, cold weather, fluffy blankets, books, strawberries

DISLIKES
bugs, crowds, hot weather, being disturbed, summer, sour things, cheese, mud, itchy clothes

FEARS
cardiophobia -- fear of something being wrong with the heart
thalassophobia -- fear of deep bodies of water
arachnophobia -- fear of arachnids
thanatophobia -- fear of dying

HABITS
bouncing his leg, biting his fingernails, pacing, humming when nervous or scared

HOBBIES
crocheting, ghost story telling, swimming, drawing

ARE THEY GOOD AT THEIR ROLE?
Well, Otto is... kind of good at his role. He's a scaredy cat and will jump at the smallest of sounds, thinking it's some monster out to get him.

DO THEY BELIEVE IN GHOSTS AND THE SUPERNATURAL?
Otto sure does! In fact, otter will tell the other members of the group about otters paranormal experiences.

HEADCANONS
- remember courage the cowardly dog? that's him. that's otto.
- what a scaredy cat lmao
- a bundle of chaos
- Norse Pagan
- CATS
- soft fluffy hair 101
- sweaters and hoodies are his friends
- will bite
- clumsy, tripping over nothing
- butter fingers
- leg bouncing go brrrrr
- easily distracted
- what do you mean otter needs to organize otters belongings?
- forgets that otter forgets things
- LOVES SWEETS like i'm not joking, Otto has a big sweet tooth
- for the love of the gods, DO NOT LET THIS MAN DRIVE

GALLERY​

otto fischer.

designed by bad ending. & coded by xayah.ღ

 

[animegirl20]

Roxie Heart

sketch artist

FC: luanna perez

coded by Stardust Galaxy

 

[SavannahSmiles]

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• Dead men tell no tales? Why, I find them to be rather chatty.

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    Madison Brookes

    20 years old

    February 27th, 1966 | Pisces

    Born in Salem, Massachusetts

    Female / She/Her Pronouns

    Pansexual

    The Bait
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    height

    4'11" | 150 cm

    weight

    100 lbs | 45 kg

    hair

    
    A long curtain of hair that tumble towards her waist, brunette in color with two strips of white at the front. Most days Madi will let her hair tumble loose around her shoulders or she will pull small sections away from her face and secure them with a bow at the back of her head, with some loose pieces framing her heart-shaped face. Though when she is working on a case, she tends to pull all of her hair back into a high pony-tail or braid it to keep it out of her face.
    
    

    eyes

    
    Azure in color like the bluest ocean, Madi's eyes are framed by thick, dark lashes. They are generally bright with joy but will turn a stormy blue whenever she is upset.
    
    

    physique

    
    Lithe and slender, Madi seems small for a girl her age and is often mistaken for being younger than she actually is. Her blue eyes are her most noticeable feature, set in a heart-shaped face with rounds cheeks and a delicate nose.
    
    

    style

    
    Madi will generally wear comfortable clothes such as sweaters, t-shirts, and leggings. Sneakers or tennis shoes are her go-to choices for shoe wear, especially when she is on a case. She never knows when she might need to run from something and after she nearly broke her ankle wearing flats one time, she sticks to primarily shoes that she can flee for her life in.
    
    

    modifications

    
    She has both of her earlobes pierced and likes to wear little ghost earrings.
    
    

    face claim/voice claim

    
    Nadine Breaty
    
  • likes

    
    All things haunted and spooky, Sweets, Autumn, Coffee, Halloween, Cute clothes
    
    

    dislikes

    
    Bitter foods, Hot weather, Crowds
    
    

    hobbies

    
    Crocheting, Playing piano- Despite her parents forcing her to take lessons when she was younger it has been a hobby she enjoys, Baking/Cooking,
    
    

    habits

    
    Twirls her hair when she is nervous | Her nose scrunches up when she is confused about something | Hums softly to herself whenever she is concentrating on something | Tends to force a smile when she is upset or angry, she pretends that everything is fine.
    
    

    ailments

    
    Allergic to peanuts
    
    

    fears

    
    ~ Enclosed Spaces
    ~ Being abandoned by the people she cares about
    ~ Deep bodies of water- she can't swim
    

    + Adventurous
    + Playful
    + Friendly
    + Loyal
    + Curious
    + Optimistic
    
    - Impulsive
    - Stubborn
    - No self-preservation instincts when it comes to the supernatural
    - Blunt at times
    

    mind

    mythos

    background

    Madi was born to a very Christian family. From the moment she was born, her parents already had her whole life planned out. To their dismay, they realized that as Madi grew older, she wasn't going to fit into the neat little box like they wanted her to. Though they forced her to go to church every Sunday, she did not seem all that interested in religion, a trait her parents did their best to ignore and prayed it was something she would grow out of.
    
    Though they did their best to limit the kinds of television shows she watched at home, they were not able to control what she read at school. One discovery of a mystery book at the school library and Madi's interest in all things spooky and supernatural was born. She was careful not to mention any of this to her parents, because she knew they wouldn't approve. As she grew older, she got better at hiding her love for the supernatural from her parents; on Halloween she would spend the night at a friends house and they would go off to explore haunted houses, perhaps even a graveyard or two.
    
    However, one year she was caught trying to sneak into an old, abandoned house because it was rumored to be haunted and her secret was forced to light. She was grounded for a couple of weeks but at the time, her parents were hoping it was all just a phase.
    
    It was not, in fact, just a phase.
    
    Anything haunted drew Madi in like a moth to a flame and by the time she graduated, she had earned the title Town Menace due to her shenanigans around town. Her parents were expecting her to go off to college however, when she told them that she wanted to pursue a career in ghost and cryptid hunting, everything came crashing down.
    
    There was a huge fight; her mother was crying on the couch, her father was yelling loud enough that neighbors were peeking through their blinds. As an adult, they were unable to keep Madi from leaving or prevent her from pursuing her dream. However, they had just as an effective method of showing her how disappointed they were in her.
    
    With a face red from screaming, her father stared at her with cold eyes and told her she was no longer welcome in their house because she was no longer his daughter. Perhaps he thought it would knock some sense into her but Madi stood firm and after yelling at her for a few moments more, the door was slammed shut behind her. To this day, her parents refuse to accept her phone calls and any letters she sends them is returned unanswered.
    
    With all of the money she had saved up from the multiple jobs she had throughout high school, Madi headed out of town with her head held high.
    
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    Are they good at their role?

    Almost too good, if you ask the other members of the club. Madi‘s lack of self-preservation tends to lead to her being a bit reckless in drawing out the beasties.
    
    

    Do they believe?

    With every fiber of her being.
    
    

    headcanons

    ~ Went to a haunted house when she was a kid and was thoroughly unimpressed. The zombies looked completely unrealistic and she could totally tell it was the fourth grade math teacher with Kool-aid on his shirt.
    
    ~ First to go into a dark, spooky hallway? Madi. First to investigate the creepy noise in the other room? Madi. The first to touch an old, definitely cursed antique? Also Madi.
    
    ~ Agnostic. Another way she has become a disappointment to her parents.
    
    ~ Her parents are angry that she didn't go to college and they ignore her calls and letters that she sends.
    
    ~ Can't stand to wear constrictive clothes from all the times her mother dressed her and made her attend church every Sunday when she was a child.
    
    ~ Hates cilantro, it tastes like soap to her.
    
    ~ Addicted to coffee
    
    ~ Tends to walk around silently, like a cat. Probably needs a little ankle bracelet with a bell on it to avoid spooking people.
    
    ~ Her love language is physical touch.
    
    ~ Has poor eyesight but wears contacts. Will wear her glasses if she runs out of contacts and hasn't had time to buy more. Hates wearing her glasses to haunted locations because she refuses to be that person that dies while fumbling for her glasses.
    
    ~ She wasn't born with the white in her hair, she touched something she shouldn't have on a case. She isn't sure of the other side-effects but she tries not to worry about it too much.
    
    

    Player Info

    I generally go by Savi.
    My pronouns are she/her.
    I have a phobia of spiders, so I ask that any pictures and such of spiders be put in a spoiler. And I ask that any alcoholism or drug abuse have a trigger included or be put into a spoiler.
    I think it would be neat if they ran into a wendigo or something similar.
    

    additional info

coded by natasha.

 

[dowagers]

samantha hicks

❛ the bait ❜

disco

surf curse

i can't help it with you, stubborn-hearted, blue.

code by opaline

'cause i can't wait for you!

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  name

  samantha elizabeth-ann hicks
  

  nicknames

  ➜ sammi, something she's been called since grade school. the name tastes like stale bubblegum and nights on the floor of her mobile home, her dolls proudly on display in every corner of her room. anyone who's anyone knows her by it. it's warm, familiar, like a dimpled, crooked smile of nostalgia.
  ➜ sam, once a nickname reserved by family, but ears ring and mouths follow. it's a name dripping in disdain, the mocking echo of prepubescent boys and pretty little rich girls with plaits, just in arm's reach to yank. "that's a boy's name," you say, but kids are cruel, and names stick faster than you can tell them to fuck off. an echo of the past, it's a name she's not entirely fond of, as much as her mother encourages embraces it. only close friends have the privilege of calling her sam without a wicked glare in their direction.
  

  age

  twenty-two years old. july 12nd, 1964. cancer. born in toledo, ohio.
  

  gender

  cisgender female, she/her.
  

  sexuality

  bisexual. from a young age, sammi has always been sure of herself, stubbornly so. she's relatively open about her sexuality, and has had a few boyfriends and girlfriends over the years, always fleeting, always casual. she doesn’t go around saying it (even though she’s sure it’d fix a few problems) but she’ll mention it if the topic calls for it.
  
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  height

  5'8".
  

  hair

  thick and fried, flaxen strands shimmering under fluorescents like fool's gold. bleach is a girl's best friend, and she buys the good shit (see discount drug mart haircare aisle). shoulder-length hair with jagged ends, trimmed by her own finicky hand. dirty blonde roots peak the crown of her head, but what she can't see in a hand-held mirror can't hurt her.
  

  eyes

  round and protruding, with a gaze like doe caught in headlights. green, the color of overgrown grass in best friend's backyards, littered with dandelions and willow reeds. green like the moss that creeps through the cracks of crumbling sidewalks. these are the eyes of a girl who's seen some shit, lacking in both judgment and innocence. her hooded eyelids are a canvas often painted in color, deep burgundies, power blues, baby pink with eyelashes clumped together by day-old mascara.
  

  in depth

  tall and reedy, statuesque in her languidness. sammi is striking in a way that’s subtle, a quiet intensity that lingers long after she leaves the room. there's a bit of a wildness to it, something untamed, much like sammi herself—she doesn’t bother with perfection, but the result is always captivating. her features are soft but strong, with a slightly rounded face and high cheekbones that give her a balanced, symmetrical look. her lips are full and often pressed into a pout, as though she’s always holding back something she’s too cautious to reveal. sammi's nose is straight and button-round, nothing remarkable about it, though it gives her face a certain innocent, homely quality. her jaw is not sharp, but it’s determined. freckles dust her face like the flick of a paint brush, spattered across her face like stars poked into the sky.
  

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  chloe cherry
  
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  sammi hicks isn’t just a person, she’s a force of nature. it's hard to describe someone like her because she’s every single thing, all at once, in a way that leaves you dizzy just trying to keep up. spitfire, come to life? oh, that’s her. but it’s not just that—sam is the kind of girl who walks into a room and you can feel the temperature rise. she’s electric, uncontainable, and unapologetically herself. if you think you can get a handle on who she is, well, you’re already wrong. she’s like a storm, unpredictable and impossible to pin down.
  
  she's the loudest laugh in a crowded room, a warm hand to hold yours, a shoulder for you to lay your pretty little head on. there's something magnetic about sammi, approachable. effortlessly confident, with a natural charm that makes people want to be in her orbit. her charisma isn’t just in her words, but in her warmth, her humor, and her ability to make others feel as though they’re being heard, because they absolutely are. she's nonjudgemental, the older sister type who drags you out of your comfort zone, encouraging but never pushing personal boundaries, who remembers everyone's birthdays, allergies, with an almost frightening ease. call her sentimental, like a grandmother hoarding collectable glass nesting hens.
  
  sammi is all about spontaneity, a free spirit who throws caution to the wind and believes that the best decisions are the ones made on the spot, preferably while sliding down a staircase on a mattress. she’s the kind of person who might show up at a random party, challenge everyone to a karaoke contest, and somehow, by the end of the night, convince half the room to help her paint the walls—just because “it would be fun.” when it comes to plans, sammi prefers to leave those in the rearview mirror, opting instead for the detours and scenic routes.
  
  but it’s not just her spontaneity that defines sammi—she has an infectious optimism that even the most grounded people can’t help but get caught up in. despite the madness she brings with her everywhere, sammi is always the one who reminds everyone to laugh, to let go, to take risks. to her, life is an endless opportunity to do something ridiculous and memorable. her heart is always in the right place, even if her actions aren’t. she wants everyone around her to feel like they’re a part of the adventure, whether they want to or not.
  
  at the same time, sammi not without her quirks. her loyalty can be overwhelming, and her deep need to get others involved in her world can come across as a little too much for some. she’s the type of person who’ll try to set you up on a blind date with your best friend’s cousin, drag you into a spontaneous road trip at 2 a.m., and then, before you know it, talk you into joining her in painting a mural on the side of a building because “it’ll be fun, trust me.” but that’s just sammi—she does things without overthinking them and lives her life in a perpetual state of “why not?”
  
  her incredibly charming yet reckless behavior often leaves people in awe—or in slight fear—of her. she's the type who makes you wonder whether to be impressed or terrified of what’s going to happen next. though she’s undeniably charming, her unpredictability means she can leave people questioning their own sanity. one minute she’s the life of the party, and the next, she’s taken off to do something completely unhinged, leaving her friends scrambling to catch up.
  
  despite her wild nature, sammi is surprisingly perceptive. she may seem like a force of chaos, but she knows people deeply. it’s her knack for reading a room, picking up on subtle emotions, and dragging out the fun in even the most awkward moments that make her so irresistible. she’ll notice when someone’s down and will drag them into a game of charades to cheer them up, and even though they’re exhausted, they’ll find themselves smiling because it’s sammi. she’s the one who can turn the most somber moments into something worth remembering—even if it’s in the most unconventional way possible.
  
  and, of course, loyalty is something sammi values above all else. while she may be unpredictable, her commitment to the people she cares about is unwavering. she might pull them into situations that make them question all their life choices, but at the end of the day, she’s the person who will drop everything to have your back when it counts. even if it means jumping into the chaos right alongside you.
  
  flaws? sure, sammi's full of them. she’s impulsive, reckless, and at times, unaware of her own limits. but that’s part of her charm—she knows she’s not perfect, and she’s never going to pretend to be. she’s the kind of person who jumps first, asks questions later, and somehow convinces everyone around her to do the same. but deep down, she’s just a girl who wants to make life more fun, more interesting, and a lot less predictable.
  

  likes & hobbies

  adventure. pushing limits. being a little crazy. breaking rules. making people laugh. wild ideas. trying new things (especially if they’re ridiculous). impromptu road trips. creating fun out of nothing. finding excitement in the unexpected. messy situations. laughing at her own mistakes. rollerblading. practicing her "escape plans" for any scenario. making someone's day with an unexpected surprise. creating memorable moments. generating ridiculous, spontaneous ideas. throwing last-minute parties. organizing flash mobs. movie marathons with friends. buying unnecessary party decorations. ice cream at midnight. messy, unplanned sleepovers. late-night conversations. purple lipstick. telling unhinged stories to keep everyone entertained. fashion. wacky outfits. bold, over-the-top accessories. mixing patterns. trying out new styles just because. colorful nail polish. vintage thrift store finds. sneakers for comfort, heels for the fun of it. finding things that don't really go together, but making them work anyway. maximalism. singing along to whatever song comes on (badly). dancing around her apartment. loud pop music. indie rock. upbeat tunes that match her energy. making playlists for every mood and occasion. taking photos of people in real time. sharing unfiltered, imperfect snapshots of life. spending time with her aunt ada. random adventures with friends. group chats that last all night. spontaneous adventures with not real destination. making plans just to break them. discovering hidden cafes and small shops in her neighborhood. trying out new recipes (or just experimenting with whatever's in the fridge). cooking just to see what happens. too many cups of coffee. reading the most ridiculous reality tv gossip. breaking free of routine. conquering new heights (literally and figuratively). collecting trivial knowledge about the strangest things. learning random fun facts to be the funniest person in the room.
  

  dislikes & pet peeves

  assumptions about trailer parks. routine. boredom. red meat. being stuck in one place. feeling trapped. commercialized clothing. too much stretch. anything too predictable. trend fads. overly humid weather. people who play it safe. conformity. being told "no" for no good reason. overly serious people. people who don't know how to have fun. being thought of as just 'manic' without substance. the smell of moth balls. being bored into silence. losing her freedom. missing out on life. being held back. pessimists. being interrupted mid-thought or mid-sentence. needless drama and arguing. people who refuse to take her seriously, especially when it's concerning something she cares about. being left out. not being prepared (especially for a last-minute plan). having too much responsibility. having her plans rained on. super low energy. people who lack enthusiasm. too much silence.
  

  habits

  bites her lip until it bleeds. overthinking everything (then ignoring it). starting new projects without finishing them. talking to herself when figuring out a problem. laughing loudly at her own jokes. randomly breaking into dance in the middle of the room. playing with her nails instead of paying attention. playing around with different accents or voices. talking fast when she’s excited. putting too much emphasis on the smallest details.
  

  fears

  sammi has a ridiculous fear of clowns, stemming from an incident at a circus in her youth. innocence tainted by the cheshire grin and lipstick-stained teeth. she’ll avoid anything involving clowns at all costs. this fear extends to mimes and jester-figures, she can't stand their painted smiles and jingling shoes. her fear turns her into an entirely different person: selectively mute, prone to lashing out at others (despite their best efforts), and difficult to get through to in moments of crisis. patience is appreciated, someone who can talk her down from the mountain of sisyphean thinking. \ sammi struggles with being alone with herself, often times, it leads to a spiral of negative and manic thoughts. she attaches herself to the hip of the nearest familiar face, seeks their warmth like a lantern chasing away the darkness that ebbs the corners of her mind. at times it can come off as clingy, desperate in the way you'll find her standing in the doorway of your bedroom, asking if she can sleep with you like she's six years old all over again. only child syndrome strikes again.
  
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  sammi grew up in what could be described as the shadow of a household. it felt both familiar and impossibly distant, like a song she couldn’t quite catch the melody of. in the simpler days of her youth, the trailer park was her neighborhood, and the mobile house her mother rented home. her mother, a quiet, precise woman, stitched her emotions tight into the seams of her sweaters and kept her kindness tucked into corners, as though afraid it might spill and leave her vulnerable. she loved sammi in small ways—a packed lunch, a small smile, an unspoken promise of always coming back after a long shift. for much of her childhood, it was her and her mom against the world. shadows passed along the walls; an uncle with a broken leg, a month long visit turned two years, her mother's friend who had just been laid off, crashing on their couch. the hicks's front door was always left ajar, be it for a stray cat or a hungry mouth looking for food stamp scraps. but it was something, wasn't it? sammi had an audience, a new set of eyes to introduce her dolls to, a new uncle or aunt who her mother had seen warmth in. in these easy days for sammi, imagination ran rampant, untethered.
  
  when the crooked teeth innocence of childhood melted into picket fence smiles, sammi found herself in a tail spin. her mother was barely home, always working, scraping together what money she could to get her daughter into a good school a town over. the house was always full of voices, talking, laughing, so much light and never her mother's face between them. only the tight, crinkled line in her face as she bent over the kitchen counter at a new bill. school was no sanctuary, either. her hand-me-down uniforms—too big in some places, too tight in others—were a constant target for ridicule. kids whispered about her lunches, "tv dinners", and laughed at her scuffed shoes. sammi learned quickly to laugh along, even when the jokes cut deep, because what was worse than being teased? being forgotten entirely. she didn't miss the long, pitying stares that teachers shot at her from across the room, or the gaping curiosity of her peers, who asked questions that bruised more than they intended.
  
  high school was a labyrinthine hellscape. with hormones thrown into the mix, sammi refused to let the dread of swallow her whole. high school was where sammi began to carve out her identity—or at least, the version of herself she was willing to show the world. her days were a blur of high-pressure exams, late-night parties, and carefully picked out outfits, sneaking out the window of her bedroom and running toward oblivion. her grades were solid, her teachers liked her, and she never felt too much pressure, but deep down, there was always this burning desire to leave, to find something more.
  
  as she grew older, the tension at home only got worse. the pressure from her mom to settle down, to go to college, to follow a “real” career path clashed with her new-found purpose. her mother had dreams for her, but they weren’t her dreams—they were her dreams. and as for her own dreams? They were dismissed as silly and unrealistic—just another phase she’d grow out of. but sammi didn’t care. in her eyes, she had never been more sure of what she needed. in her eyes, getting out of the shitty little town wasn’t just something to do on the side. It was her path to freedom. it was her way out of that suffocating life.
  
  She started sneaking away into the night life of theatre and bright lights. then eventually, she and a few friends formed a group. it was small at first, playing small gigs and bars, but sammi had the kind of energy that couldn’t be contained. she didn’t just say the words or sing the songs—she lived them. her rawness, her chaos, her ability to turn every performance into an act of rebellion made her magnetic. people could see it, feel it, and it wasn’t long before someone else saw it too: a music producer who’d been hunting for the next big thing.
  
  sammi didn’t waste a second. she left home the moment she was old enough, leaving behind everything her mother tried to force on her, everything that didn’t fit. her decision to go after music wasn’t just about fame. it was about proving to herself that she didn’t have to be the the poor little girl from nowhere town, ohio. she was sammi, and sammi was going to be whatever the hell she wanted.
  
  but stars only twinkle so long before they crash and burn out. the stress, the pressure fit to make stone into diamond, crushed sammi beneath its weight. the mystery club was a fresh start for sammi, a new set of wings for an otherwise flightless bird.
  
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  role

  the bait.
  

  are they good at their role?

  there's a certain self-destructiveness that comes with throwing yourself into oblivion. sammi has it in spades. split smile, a shoulder shimmy, it's like sammi was born for this. the ultimate role, becoming whatever the group needs, whenever they need it. whether paranormal or not, sammi has a way of provoking spirits, be that taunting them openly or offering herself as ritual sacrifice, sammi's eager to please. a distracting, dizzying disco ball born of bad decisions and last second saves. but don't think she can't hold her own, her quick thinking and innate street smarts have saved her from more than a few close calls.
  

  do they believe in the ghosts & the supernatural?

  while sammi loves to entertain the idea of ghosts and all things supernatural to an almost comic extent (big werewolf fan), she has a certain reluctance to commit to any concrete answer. growing up poor has given her a jaded look at how the world works, easy to chalk up a haunt to just another money-hungry jackass looking for an insurance check. this has led her to lean towards skepticism above anything, openly asking spirits to move things or to possess her "for the plot".
  
  

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  • cute without the 'e' / taking back sunday
  • electric feel / mgmt
  • shake it out / florence + the machine
  • take on me / a-ha
  • tongue tied / grouplove

 

[Society of Strays]

* Malachi Vara

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  * name

  Malachi Vara
  

  * age

  24
  

  * gender

  cisgender male
  

  * pronouns

  he/him
  

  * sexual / romantic orientation

  Heteroromantic Demisexual
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  08/02/1962

  
  
  
  
  

  Portimão, Portugal

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  * height

  5'10"
  

  * weight

  155 lbs.
  

  * ethnicity

  Portuguese
  

  * hair / eye color

  brown hair & brown eyes
  

  * body modifications & tattoos

  None
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  #reading and writing

  
  
  
  

  #nature and environmentalism

  
  
  
  

  #science and facts

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  #arguing

  
  
  
  

  #hookup culture

  
  
  
  

  #red meat (he's a pescatarian)

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  #closed spaces, especially the idea of caving

  
  
  
  

  #porcelain dolls

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Malachi is a softboy. He's caring, genuine, thoughtful, and perceptive. He's sensitive and his feelings are easily hurt. He's empathetic to a fault, it hurts him deeply to see others suffering. He's passionate about environmental issues and climate change and is a big advocate for animal rights and wildlife conservation. He's often found deep in his own thoughts, studying in a library, and working to expand his knowledge. He's curious and inquisitive, loves to explore and learn new things. He views knowledge as one of the greatest things a person can possess and tries his hardest to always grow his own intelligence. Although he admires music and art, he's not very creative by himself, leaning more towards logics and facts to guide his choices in life. He's mild-tempered, generally easy to get along with, and avoids confrontation like the plague. There's nothing he hates more than being in an argument, although he's okay having conversations with others with differing opinions as long as things don't escalate to the level of debate. He can be a bit of a people pleaser at times as he finds it difficult to say no. It's not great, because he also easily finds himself feeling overwhelmed. He's easily absorbed in his own interests and studies and can be seen as an outcast, or strange, by others. He falls in love easily and is an enormous hopeless romantic. He's a loverboy at heart, but does get his heart broken easily and often finds himself falling for girls that don't always have his best intentions in mind. He's very loyal and nurturing to those he cares about and is always trying to make their life's easier in any way he can. He struggles with overly dominating or aggressive personalities. He's rather timid, and although he enjoys exploring, he is very cautious and is often overly-prepared for any excursions he goes on. He's afraid of heights, tightly enclosed spaces, and a strangely irrational fear of porcelain dolls.
  
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  • Sticks his tongue out the corner of his mouth when concentrating
  • Bad habit of chewing on the end of his pencil when deep in a writing project
  • Tilting head when listening to someone saying something he finds interesting
  • Gravelly voice that often breaks when he's excited

  
  - HOBBIES:
  

  • Reading and writing
  • Playing chess and other board games
  • Hiking
  • Volunteering, especially at local animal shelter and conservation projects
  • Going to museums
  • Going to zoos and aquariums
  • Listening to music / podcasts
  • Playing soccer
  • Going for walks in nature

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  the science of tomorrow is the supernatural of today.

  
  

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  * history

  
  Malachi was born as the sixth child in a family of nine siblings. (If you care to know their names, in order, they are Amelia, Leo, Sky, Beatriz, Arthur, Malachi, Della, Chloe, and Eve.) Six sisters and three brothers. He was born in Portimão, Portugal, the son of two loving parents who lived in a lovely home near the sea. His father was an Englishman, and both Portuguese and English were spoken in his household. English was mainly what was taught to the kids, as their parents had plans to move to America once they could afford to take so many children overseas. Malachi's earliest memories are of him playing on the beach and in the sea with his siblings and their two pet dogs. He always had pets growing up - dogs, cats, chickens, hamsters, a cockatoo. He developed a strong love and admiration for animals. He was a fairly sickly child, overcome with illness and asthma, and had to stay home for much of his early life including a few years of homeschooling. Due to his alone time, he became very good at entertaining himself. When he did get to go to school, he absolutely loved it and excelled. He found himself encapsulated by science, math, and literature, finding everything new he learned very fun and exciting. Although he was rather frail as a youth, he did play some soccer (or football), with local neighborhood children on a club team and really enjoyed it. Although he enjoyed spending time with his abundance of siblings and few close friends, Malachi has always been an introvert. He needs his alone time and savors it.
  When he was 8, his family moved to the States. It was quite an adjustment, and was difficult for Malachi at first. He was very shy and timid and felt especially awkward with the different social norms that he found himself surrounded by. His solace was once again his books and his studies. When he graduated high school, Malachi went to a prominent school to study biology with a minor in zoology. He would like to pursue graduate studies in the future.
  He gained an insight into the paranormal and developed an interest for all things related to spirituality due to his grandmother. She also had a collection of porcelain dolls which gave him the creeps and which he was convinced were haunted, leading to a phobia that he still holds to this day. His grandmother was a very superstitious woman, and gave some of this to Malachi. She used to tell him stories about ghouls and cryptids, and he ate up every word. Although he's a firm believer in science and facts, his one downfall is when it comes to paranormal activity. He believes that he can find a way to blend the two, to make science and history combine to explain the strange things that happen in this world.
  He finally found his place when he met the mystery club members. At last it seemed he'd found a space to use his nerdy hobbies with people who also shared his fascination for the paranormal. He dove deeply into his role as the researcher and has loved every moment of it.
  
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  • The RESEARCHER

  - Is he good at his role?
  

  • Yes, very. He's passionate and dedicated. He would be doing this sort of thing by himself if he didn't have the club.

  - Does he believe in ghosts and the supernatural?
  

  • Yes, but he is skeptical at times. He's a believer in science, and sometimes the two don't go hand in hand. He's always trying to learn more about history and science in a way that can better explain supernatural events. He is a bit superstitious though, and believes in ghosts and strange happenings. He picked this up from his grandmother.

  
  
  
  
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[serenibee]

MARGARET WINEHOUSE

Margaret Elle Winehouse

Omnisexual

Cisgender Female

Journalist/Tailor

THE JOURNALIST

PERSONALITY

Margaret or Rhett as she's called by others is known for being very responsible and practical, having her stuff together all the time. She's the person you come to if you have a problem, the mom friend per se. She's always calm and collected (er, most the time anyways)and is never seen in an extreme state of emotion. Rhett loves to research, spending hours upon hours at the library reading about something that has suddenly piqued her interest. She is highly dedicated to both of her jobs, loving to talk to other people and discover new styles; while at her journalist job, she loves writing new articles and listening to the latest of the town.

However she is very dishonest to others, hiding her true feelings towards them to protect her own reputation. Even through her calm persona, she harbors quite a lot of spite towards others even if she mistakenly judged them. Even though she loves to pursue her passions, often she loses interest after burning herself out of that subject which leaves her tired and sometimes even sick. She hates being pitied or seen as less as she is, even if she needs it. Rhett sees even some sympathy towards her situation as trying to gain her trust, which she believes has to be earned not given. But through the calm yet cold exterior, she can't help falling in love with everyone she meets, a hopeless romantic to the core. She's just to brush off these feelings but her feelings towards her crush can't be hidden.

FEARS

Rhett is highly scared of the following: deep bodies of water, and ghosts or strange voices that shouldn't be there

HABITS

- Humming.
- Putting their feet up on tables or desks.
- Swears like sailor.
- Picks at their nail polish.

BIOGRAPHY

Margaret was born on February 7th, 1961 to her mother, Beatrice Winehouse and her father, Nate Winehouse. She was raised in Toronto, Canada by her parents who were very into the psychedelic lifestyle. She was pretty much an only child with her older brother running away from home long before she was born. She loved playing in the dirt and secretly watching the horror movies her dad watched at night. She went to kindergarten at a local school but unfortunately this was less than ideal for her with the house barely hanging by a thread and the teacher caring less about her students and more about the latest drama in the town. She didn't have many friends at all due to most people being turned off by her love for macabre. Her father died when Rhett was ten. This shocked her mother so much that she immediately stopped doing drugs and moved her and her daughter to Florida Rhett developed her love of bug collecting after meeting her new friend, Marcus. She was ecstatic to find someone like her, who loved creepy stuff and would rather read books than go shopping.

Middle school didn't seem like much of a change from the ordinary. Mean girls like always, boys who rather kick you in the privates than actually hold a conversation with you, and some really terrible teachers. Marcus seemed to agree with Rhett about how abysmal school was but some things began to change, and not for the better. People would start to complain about freezing even though it was always hot in the keys. Students couldn't control their own actions as if being controlled like a puppet. Teachers would suddenly get sick and throw up what looked like buckets upon buckets of blood. Eventually the worst happened, Marcus disappeared from the town. Nobody could find him, it was as if he turned into smoke. Rhett felt like she could still hear his voice, calling her from the sea but she never heeded these false promises.

Even though years passed, the pain still hurt, a lot. Entering high school without any friends what so ever was hell. Nobody liked her and nobody cared to be her friend after the Marcus incident. High school went by like a blur and soon she graduated, diploma in hand. Her mother was concerned for her as her daughter grew from an extroverted, curious child to a reclusive, insecure adult. She decided to move to a new place for college, Point Pleasant. After a quick flight and visiting a bunch of colleges, Rhett began an all new life, again.

College was secretly a blessing in disguise, she loved Point Pleasant and felt so much better around people who understood her! She met so many new people and began to grow confidence once more. Rhett's worries simply slipped away but that was until a few months before graduation.

Stuck in her dorm room after a raging party, she tried to dial her mother to tell her about her eventual graduation but her mother didn't pick up. She dialed again, and again but still nobody picked up. She quickly drove over to her house and knocked on the door but imagine her horror when the door swung open and a limp body sat on the floor, covered in thick black sludge which smelled like burning meat. She couldn't make out any features on the figure but her knew instantly, this was her mother.

Police came and interviewed her but she had nothing to say, her mother was dead and she barely knew anything behind it. She was alone, more alone than she had ever been before. She graduated and planned to move again but this time she decided to stay. She wanted to figure out what happened to both her mother and Marcus. How did they die? What was even going on behind these mysterious deaths. She got a job as journalist but unfortunately it didn't pay enough for her rent so what did she do? She got a day job as a tailor but she got stuck with the most insufferable person on planet earth, Shelly Redd, a peppy, excitable and maybe a bit too annoying college student who gushed about her latest boy trouble. Rhett regained her composure and told her to just work until she had enough money to live on her journalism job.

She joined the mystery club after seeing a strange poster, inviting others who had experienced strange or even supernatural occurrences. She hoped this could prove a great resource to solving her own mysteries.

LIKES

The smell of old books, bird watching, reading, roller skating, coffee, nighttime, photography, her cat, horror movies and the color brown.

DISLIKES

her overly peppy co-worker, strong smells, summer, her old school, water, airplanes, the heat

DISLIKES

her overly peppy co-worker, strong smells, summer, her old school, water, airplanes, the heat

© pasta

 

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Juno ‘June’ Ashwood

i crave your touch

Full name: Juno Cameron Ashwood

nickname(s): June: the name she goes primarily by. Juno is reserved by her family.
Junebug: Term of endearment given to her by her Mother and father (Mostly her dad)

age (20-24): 22

gender: Female

pronouns: she/her

faceclaim/voiceclaim: Asami Sato

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personality -

• impulsive
• Just wants to have fun
• Recovering people pleaser
• Desperate/eager
• Outwardly apathetic, inwardly anxious
• Stubborn
• Guarded, a bit paranoid
• Huge romantic

history/backstory - June was born on a sweltering summer night, underneath the full moon. The moon had just reached its zenith in the sky as June screams could be heard throughout her home in Louisiana. The group of coveted witches and elders prayed over June, bestowing her gift to her.

Over the years, June’s gift showed up in little ways, like ghost writing, or seeing memories from an object she touched. They’d often show up in her dreams, or she’d have causal conversations with them at the dinner table.

Her newly found gift meant, she was in-line to become Matriarch of the coven. June grew to resent it, the position of power. She never felt like she could truly be her own person. But, she felt like she could never find her own voice, to tell her parents that she didn’t want to be head of the coven, that the responsibility was too much on her.

So for years, June kept her mouth shut and just let the resentment build and build until she inevitably exploded. She packed a bag and left New Orleans, traveling the east coast with nothing but a backpack, a deck of tarot cards and a few thousand she’d saved up.

place of birth: New Orleans, Louisiana.
date of birth - June 14th, 1964, two-faced Gemini.

role: The Medium
are they good at their role? Exceptional.
do they believe in the ghosts and the supernatural: She’d be stupid not to
likes:

• Moths, literally any insect or creepy crawlies
• candles
• Wine
• Reading, writing

fears:

• that her family with find her and force her to come back
• Loosing her individuality

habits: she twirls her hair, runs her finger through it to calm her anxieties
hobbies:

• reading
• writing poetry
• journaling

body modifications/scars: Tongue pierced

romantic orientation: Homo-romantic

sexuality orientation: Bi-sexual

headcanons/fun facts:

• she always carries her tarot cards and candles in her tote bag
• She almost never takes her eye makeup off and you can always find a speck of glitter somewhere on her.

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