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[Flash]

[I]August 3rd;

It's been three days now. I can't think straight. Everything is so surreal--I don't want to believe it. This horror, it can't be true. Perhaps I'm dreaming it all, perhaps I'm not. It's like a nightmare that I can't escape from. But there's no way in hell I'll go down without a fight.

I lost a hatchet today, I attacked one of those.. dogs with it, but he didn't die. I got him to one side of the neck, and he just ran off. I chased him, but didn't go further than the end of the street. He ran onto Levin... I don't know what's down there, and I don't want to know. I still have my other weapons though, so I should be all right.

It's getting dark now... I can hear those sirens. It's time to lock up. I hope I find a way out soon. I hope i can escape.[/I]

The paper was worn, and blood-stained. Whether the blood is that of whomever wrote it is up to speculation; Of course, it is up to speculation whether the blood is even human at all.

For there are many vile beasts roaming the streets of this depraived town. Tainted, unholy creatures, perversions of life itself. The entire town is ensnared within an evil bind, and it draws uncertain, unknowing people into it's grasp.

The Town is Silent Hill. Terrible, mutilated creatures mercilessly slaughter their victims, with no sign of human compassion nor any morals whatsoever. Even the ones who appear to have semi-human form have no traces of any human traits within them.

What's more, Silent Hill has two sides. One one side, we see a very foggy, sometimes snowy town. You could mistake it for any town in the country, were it not Foggy and Snowing in Spring. On the other side, however, lay a darkness, a dark, twisted version of Silent Hill. Roads and paths are no more, but are replaced with wire-mesh grating that seems to stretch across a void of nothingness. Walls and doors are dirtied, and even more horrible monsters crawl from out of the darkness.

And the change comes without warning, save the sound of old Air-Raid sirens wailing in the distance, and the ever-increasing sound of some kind of giant industrial machine working in the depths of the blackness below the wire-mesh streets.

Becoming trapped in Silent Hill is a fate any would fear beyond death, were they aware of it. But seeing as no-one knows of the satanic town, none know the true evil that dwells within.

Lucky you.

[B]Name[/B] - Duh
[B]Age[/B] - Duh
[B]Description[/B] - Physical description, and what clothes you wear.
[B]Personality[/B] - Mental description. May also include a small bio/character history.

These are the vital stats you'll need to post. I'll select people to get into this *wonderful* recreation of the scariest place ever concieved in the minds of man, [b]Silent Hill[/b].

[Yoda]

[B]Name:[/B] Craig Parks; Gambit

[B]Age:[/B] 25

[B]Description:[/B] Craig stands at 6'2", 190lbs, scruffy auburn hair, hazel eyes. He has a large tatoo of a dragon along his left arm. He is slim, but very muscular, and talks with a slight French accent. He wears black denim trousers, that have several tears and scags along them. He wears a pair of large black US edition army boots, and a plain white t-shirt. Over this he wears a large brown trench coat, the collar of which is always up.

[B]Personality:[/B] Craig is light-hearted, and tends to take everything in his stride, usually with a joke or pun to accompany it. He tends sometimes to refer to himself in the third person as 'Gambit'; meaning to trick or decieve, and, although is bilingual in English and French, sometimes puts a French word or two into his sentences.

Craig was born into a Cajun family in New Orleans, but they moved to Silent Hill shortly after his birth. Logan was fine for a few years, but at puberty he became a very rebellious teen... this transformation mostly due to his brother's disappearence. The only thing that he and his father actually agreed upon anymore was the martial arts, and Craig continued to learn Hapkido with him. However, he was brought home several times on counts of theft, and overtime he became quite a proficient thief. He also became very skilled in handling cards, and he would often 'clean the table' with any who played against him. Of course this gambling would be in an undisclosed location with people who could not exactly be called law abiding. So, Logan is always seen with quite a large sum of money on his person, and also with a pack or two or cards. Craig has heard rumours recently that his brother is back in the area, and is very keen to meet up with him again.

[Alexa]

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[b]Name-[/b]Carlen Irai
[b]Age-[/b]18
[b]Description-[/b]At 5"7, Carlen fits in the crowd well, with light brown hair and stony blue eyes. She wears black jeans cut off at the knees, a white long t-shirt with a thin silver snake like belt around her slender waist. She ties her long hair in a low ponytaill with a black and silver badana.
[b]Personality-[/b]Carlen is seldom seen with people, she is a loner. At the age of 4, her father died of lung cancer and her mother became depressed, an alcaholic and abused Carlen, which resulted in her bieng in a care home. She had no other family, and couldn't make friends. She grew up in and out of foster homes and care homes, and when she was legally old enough to look after herself, she became something of a nomad, never living in the same place for more than a week, always staying in a motel. She naturally was rich, her parents owned a lot of money, which was stored for her until she was 18, where she has the right to do whatever with it. No one ever takes notice of Carlen, she almost like an invisible bieng. She is brave and not afraid to kill, and also very distrusting of other humans.
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[Chaos]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Yoda [/i]
[Logan was born into a Cajun family in New Orleans [/B][/QUOTE]


I am SO going to kill you for that...
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[b]Name[/b] - Neil Parks [I will still kill you Craig, regardless that you are my brother. :p]

[b]Age[/b] - 17

[b]Description[/b] - About six foot nothing, slim in the highschool football player kind of way, muscular, but he isn't too well toned. He can, however, knock you straight out with a single punch, and can very easily complete basic Boot Camp activites [he knows because he has been to Boot Camp several times]. He weights about 170 pounds. Currently, he's wearing a pair of blue carpenter jeans, a black Reebok shirt on, wallet in back right pocket [filled with fifties and twenties], a Rolex on his right wrist, and a pair of size 14 Timberlands. He was also carrying a lockblade knife, a silver one with a seriously sharpened three-inch blade.

[b]Personality[/b] - Clinically sadistic. On the streets of New Orleans [where he went where after he ran away from home at the age of 9], he tried to find whatever it was his brother was looking for in Silent Hill. Instead, he got involved with gangs right from the start. He shed a 'tear' when he was 12. It was a cop, too. Nine millimeter right to the face.

He picked up on theft of electronics when the CD player started becoming more popular. By the age of 15, he had a g-roll in each pocket of his jacket, pants, and in each shoe. He enrolled in high school, and continued his nonconformist ways. Each day, all his did was flirt with girls and never do anywork. He was sent down to the dicipline office every class, every day. Eventually, he would talk with a few girls in the classrooms for a few minutes, and just left when the teacher began the lesson.

But a few days ago, he was with a friend on a job. It was sadly, a sting by the FBI, and it cost him his friend's life. Thus, he feld to his hometown, only to return to Hell in a handbag.

He also curses a lot and uses quite a number of ebonics.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Name: Rali Kreigyr
Age: 19
Description: Six foot tall, and slender as a rake, for good reason. Wasted body weighs about 110 pounds. Rali is by no means muscular, but what is there is outlined like stone. And about as hard. The fat percentage in his body is probably less than 5. Long, raven hair, that falls about to his shoulders, and is normally worn free. Dark black eye makeup and lipstick, rest of the face is grey. Facial features themselves could be considered handsome, but very, very cold. Eyes are grey, with black flecks. Also has some very strange eye piercings. He has where a normal eyebrow piercing exists pierced, but also the area directly below it, on the lower edge of the eye socket, on both sides. Wears tribal looking designs, made of blackened metal, through the holes. A certain blackening around the skin shows they were at one time infected. Wears black cotton jeans, and a long black shirt. The shirt is somewhat of a uniquely tailored object, as the sleeves extend all the way to the hand, with five openings at the end for fingers. Over his hand are also black fingerless leather gloves, closely resembling sparring gloves. His left hand is adorned with a simple silver ring, with a Celtic knotwork style design on it. Light, but sturdy black boots, hard tipped.

Personality: Rali is, mentally and physically, a wreck. He was born in Silent Hill, attended primary school to an acceptable, if not great, standard, before falling in with the wrong crowd during highschool. Rali spent the next few years in a haze of alcohol, drugs, gangs and assorted crime. Anything from cocaine to heroin to LSD, he's done it. And is already a ruined, sick wreck from it. When he turned eighteen, he forced himself off his various addictions by sheer willpower, after a friend died. Rali's mind is almost completely blown, and he tends to act on instinct rather than any rationale.

Rali isn't really anything but a drug addicted teenager who learnt to fight on the streets, but whoever taught him, whether it was harsh experience or someone else, gave him a pretty good education. Rather than any specific martial art, Rali relies on speed and sheer brutality. One of the many hauntings memories Rali has is ripping someone's jugular out with his teeth...

He isn't much use in any situation except one requiring someone with a completely wrecked or, in what is left of it, warped mind. Rali's yet to find anything requiring that kind of unique talent...[/font][/color]

[Heartless Me]

Name - Damien Geros

Age - 26

Description - Damien is a large man, though not very muscular. Just kind of pudgey. He stands about six foot and three inches tall and has short brown thinning hair with a part down the middle and beautifully rich green eyes, one of the few good physical features about him. his face has small imperfections in it since he had bad acne as a teenager but it quickly cleared about the age of nineteen for some reason. His hands are strong and large and the palms are covered with callouses from his job of operating heavy construction equipment. When not working he normally wears a pair of slightly loose faded blue jeans and a blue button up dress type shirt. He'll also wear an old faded michigan state hat on his head.

Personality - Damien is a pretty nice guy for the most part when people are nice to him, but he generally keeps to himself. He loves scarey movies so is never normally scared. He is a huge horror flick guru and can point out alot of things in real life that could relate to a movie that he's seen. He always carries his swiss army knife with him ever since he was mugged in NYC.

He grew up to a single mother in Albany, New York. He never knew his dad, his mother told him that she had died. He never really had any friends in school because he was overweight and people basically singled him out, but the few friends he had he cherished. After graduating high school, barely, he applied for college but never went, immediately going into construction to work for his father. within a few years he had worked himself to a supervisor position and had his own house.

Recently one night he was on the internet when he got an instant message from a random person saying her name was Clair. They talked for several months and had gotten very close. Finally one night he asked if he could see her and she obliged. They made plans to meet in her home town of Silent Hill since she was returning to see her parents for a week he could meet her there. He quickly agreed and when the time came he left for the small town in the middle of nowhere.

[Justin]

Name - Bob Ashley
Age - 19
Description - He is a small young man, about 5'5", with a hutched, humbled form and build. He wears a plain blue T-shirt and a pair of old beaten jeans.
Personality - When he was 9 he witnessed his father and mother die at the hands of his older brother, who suffered from advanced psychosis disorder. For a few years after that, Bob was raised by special foster parents. However, Bob was admitted to a mental hospital for adolescent schizophrenia at age 13. When he was 19, he was declared cured and set free. Bob came to Silent Hill with hopes to get away from the Noise, as he called it. The Noise was, in fact, his supressed personalities fighting to regain freedom within him.

-Justin

[Corey]

[b]Name -[/b] Alan Gerrits

[b]Age -[/b] 29

[b]Description -[/b] Very lean. Alan is about 130 lbs and 6' tall. He has jet black hair that's ragged and un-kept. His eyes are so brown they are almost completely black. He doesn't have much meat on his bones, but he's very strong. Alan wears mostly blue jeans and black shirts.

[b]Personality -[/b] Alan went to a public school. He attended college for a year but dropped out. He went to work at a local mechanics place and fell in with the worst crowd imaginable. The people he became 'friends' with were masochists in every way. Every night they would go to a house and cut eachother with serated knifes. They would pierce eachothers skin with hooks and hang eachother from rope. They would bite, claw, tear, rip, and destroy eachother. He went home for supper one day. His parents offered to give him a bed for the night and he willingly accepted. One night wouldn't make a difference. In the middle of the night, while he was sleeping, his parents came into his room and watched him. They missed him. He had been gone for five years. Alan turned over and the blanket fell off his body. All of the scars, wounds and scabs were revealed. His mother screamed. Alan woke up and explained everything. They dubbed him a freak. He was physically thrown from the house. After wandering the streets for the better part of the night, a man approached him. He would'nt take down his hood but offered Alan a job position in a small town. He accepted, seing as the starting rate was 19.50 an hour. The town was Silent Hill. Alan walked back to his apartment, packed some things, and began to drive.

[Flash]

[B]Name:[/B] Connor Robertson

[B]Age:[/B] 21

[B]Personality[/B] On the outside, Connor seems a friendly sort, always joking, and very charismatic. But this is merely a shell to conceal his true persona. Inside, Connor is a troubled man, constantly plagued with bouts of Depression, and fighting a mental illness, Dysthimia, which affects ones general ability to cope with emotions drastically. He is also severely disturbed, but tries to bottle it up, and ignore it.

Connor was flying in a light aircraft from Delaware to Los Angeles. The flight left at night, and he was tired. He went to sleep soon after take-off. He awoke many hours, maybe even days later. The plane had crashed, and he had no idea where he was. Surrounded by trees, shrouded in fog, Connor check around the wreckage. There were no signs of any survivors--Or any non-survivors, for that matter. No blood. No bodies. Nothing. The luggage and other contents of the plane were strewn across the area.

Confused, Connor decided to venture out into the forest. The strange noises and thick fog made him cautious, and wary of his steps. He began a descent down an unnamed mountain on the outskirts of Silent Hill.

[B]Description:[/B] 6'0", green eyes. Dark brown messy, curly hair, quite long, about shoulder length. Unshaven. Wearing a pair of baggy black pants, and black shoes. On his upper body, he wears a faded black T-shirt, with a black leather coat over top of that. Around his neck is a silver sword on a fine chain, a necklace given to him by his Father. Connor is fairly sturdy, but not muscular in appearance.

[Andrew]

[B]Name:[/B] [I]Andrew Murdock[/I]

[B]Age:[/B] [I]25[/I]

[B]Description:[/B] [I]Andrew stands as your average guy with a height of 5?9? and a fairly regular weight of 10 stone (140 lbs). He has short, light brown hair, which is normally spiked up with gel. His eyes alter significantly depending on his mood, sometimes they show the innocence of a child and at other times they display the malice of a murderer. Also, he has dirty big, blakc patches under his eyes. Andrew wears Levi jeans, which are slightly flared at the bottom due to a slight cut on the inside of each leg. He wears a tight grey T-shirt with a design of a dragon going up on the front of his left side. Over this he wears a denim jacket with the collar constantly up and three buttons always done up.[/I]

[B]Personality:[/B] [I]Andrew is mentally unstable. He is a schizophrenic. His original personality was that of a kind, young man full of joy and with a heart of gold but after his divorce with his young wife he developed a more sinister alter ego. The new personality was so sadistic any person he came into contact with he would harm or in some way hit out against them. Andrew was, and still is, a very intelligent person since a very young age. He had a good job, a good life and a beautiful wife, but after the divorce he lost it all. He became an alcoholic and lost his job. He developed a severe case of insomnia, which is why he has very large bags under his eyes. After seeking therapy for many years it seemed that Andrew was cured of both his insomnia and his schizophrenia. He decided to start a new life in a new location so headed towards New York to get in with some new people and a new job. While on a snowy country road Andrew began to see things, illusions of people walking towards him on the road and then seemingly disappearing. He began to feel uneasy and started to sweat but they only came more frequently each time more disturbing than the last. Andrew finally lost it and stopped the car. The next part is a blank but when Andrew finally had control of his actions and body again he was in a town he had never seen before with a beretta in his right hand.[/I]

[Spikey]

[B]Name:[/B] Akira Suriam

[B]Age:[/B] 21

[B]Description:[/B] He is a Samurai warrior that wears all read, has a sword, on his waist, and armor inside the red cape. He's a Japanese Samurai soldier. He has those kind of Japanese sandles, and stuff. With grey socks. He's fair size, about 6'0 feet. His General's taller than him though. He has black, not very long, but long hair, not real real long hair though. That's about the best I can do.

[B]Personality[/B] Akira is a Samurai who's in an army. He's been in 10 wars, and he hasn't been killed yet, but injured. His father taught him how to fight as a Samurai, and the way of the Samurai. WHen he was about 6 he learned. Then after a while he surpassed his father. His father died, in a war. Akira was very said, rage and hate filled inside him. That was when he decided to join the army. He didn't change his suit, or anything, he fought in it as a Samurai. Now, his mother died when he was a baby, so he never got to meat her truly. He's very strong, but now something strange happened to him.

[9mm Avenger]

[b]Name:[/b]Marth Rigfield.

[b]Age:[/b]20

[b]Description:[/b]Marth is a little over 6 feet tall, with a large ammount of dirty blonde hair on the top of his head, and a bit going down the back of his neck. He always wears the same orange tinted sunglasses, day and night.

Marth usually wears a worn white shirt, buttoned in the middle. Over it, he wears an old, cracked leather jacket, with a few meaningless patches sown onto the arms. On his legs, he wears a fairly old pair of pants, and brand new Etnies sneakers, the only thing on him that dosen't look like his predecessors had worn it.

[b]Personality:[/b] Marth, although he dosen't look like it on the outside, carries within him sever emotional trauma, bad enough to cause Marth to have split personalities.

His one personality, the one shown more often, is a freindly, outgoing person, always joking and having fun.

But, when the right situation arises, Marth switches personalities to a brutal, cold, killer, linked to the dissaperance and murders of several of Marth's child-hood bullies. The personality is akin to an extremly psychotic assassin, one who hunts and kills with the ferocity of an animal, but the cold intelligence of a human.

Marth originally came to the snowy outskirts of Silent Hill, trying to avoid the Navy SEALS who were stalking him. Marth had no idea why, but had some creeping feeling that [i]he[/i] was to blame for what happened; that the Navy SEALS were after him, and him alone.

His hand on his stolen pistol, Marth had fled further into the bleak hills, dimly aware that his other identity was coming to the surface....

With the bodies of five government agents behind him, and no idea how he did it, Marth collapsed onto the hill, sobbing dimly as an Air-Raid siren sounded in the distance...

[Domon]

Name: Ryan Walker

Age: 21

Description: Ryan is 6'3" with a slightly muscular build. He has tossled dirty blond hair with a pair of icy blue eyes. He usually is seen wearing his favorite black leather jacket which is complimented with a dark blue T-Shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans.

Personality: Ryan is rather secretive and very hostile when people question him, which explains his lack of friends, save for a few. He used to have a rather relaxed demanor but that ended when he found his friends talking about him and insulting him. Ryan does have a tendency to reveal his oldself once and awhile but only on occasions when he feels like it.

One day when Ryan was searching for a place to work on the internet he found a job that caught his eye, it was an offer for a job at a museum, it paid $10.50 an hour, the museum was in Silent Hill, Ryan packed up all his belongings which included a STGI Eagle 6.0 handgun his father had given him as a birthday gift. Ryan stopped at his folks home and told them he was going to work in Silent Hill, he hugged his mom and his father and got in his car and headed for Silent Hill.
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OOC: I hope this is acceptable.

[Turkey]

[B]Name-[/B] (To protect the identity of the real person, his name has been changed to Zulib Punk)

[B]Age-[/B] 21

[B]Description-[/B] [URL=http://www.boomspeed.com/smokyjoe/Zpunk.jpg]To see him, check here.[/URL] The ball he carries around is made of iron, and he uses it like a mace. However, its weight prevents him from using it properly, and it becomes an emergency weapon.

[B]Personality-[/B] Years of hiding has made him a very paranoical person. He will usually try to avoid violence, but like a mouse, he will attack when cornered. He distrusts and prejudices agaisnt many kinds of people, especially those who don't wear clean clothes.

Zulib was born in a happy family. However, he only lasted 1 hour with that family. Thing is, some guy wanted to adopt a baby without goign through any papers, or any consent, for that matter. This guy, a government agent, trained and took care of Zulib until he was 16. Then, as he was taught until then, he would go undercover for the biggest Mafia bust in the history of America.
After two years undercover, his true identity was discovered, and he has been on the run since then. Changing names, and changing his looks, he has managed to evade the Mafia for a few years. Recently, he found a flier that advertise a town called Silent Hill.

[I]Visitors agree: You will never forget Silent Hill.[/I]

Boy, were they right...

[Yukazi]

[B] Name- [/B] Mike White

[B] Age- [/B] 32

[B] Description- [/B] The clothes on this form are all ripped and mostly destroyed from living here at Silent Hill for so long. A pair of black jeans, and above is a black hoodie, with an orange shirt beneath it, or what remains. His form is thin, due to the inablility to get food very easily, and his dark brown hair is sliced up slightly, and below, he has hazel eyes.

[B] Personality- [/B] A very disturbed individual, having a little of his life ripped from him everyday, along with a portion of his sanity.
He is unable to walk around his own house, without looking at the shadows in fear of what might be lurking, afraid of one of the creatures, afraid that his gun will have no effect on the creatures if they make it within. How sad it is that he was born in this horrid place...

[I hope this poor quality is good enough for your high standards F.F. ;) ]

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue]Name: Shalistrae Sevenstar
Nickname: Shali

Age: Uh....do I have to tell? Oh fine, 20

Description: Slender, pale skin, washed out silver eyes, roughly 6'1", 118lbs., and short brown hair. Commonly seen wearing black flares, boots, gloves, and a tank top. However, she also has this thing with silver, hence, she wears a silver chain-link belt, earings (three peircings on each ear), and a simple cross pendant on a cubed chain.

Personality: Generally calm, and undisturbed, thanks to long years of wandering. There are three things she fears in the life she lives, one of them being the demons that took her sister, the other two are not easy to explain, so I won't. She is able to look beasts in the eye, and more often than not, they look away.

People who meet her say that she's more beast than human, and her eyes seem to remind them of some sort of animal, be it death adder or another reptile. No one can tell, and Shalistrae wouldn't anyways.

Weapons: The chain around her waist, two concealed handguns, the pendant in her left ear is actually a dart, and the spring loaded sheath on her back hides her slingblade. Her weapon of choice is the chain, obviously.

Bio: Partially glanced over in the above section, but she is already....a wanderer. She also tends to higher places, to observe everything below, then decide which is the best place to attack from. As of family, her parents disapeared, and her sister was the only living kynn. Beasts took her, and also the better part of Shalistrae's life. Now that her sister is gone, Shalistrae will never love, nor let herself feel any emotion akin to it again.

Some people have it hard.
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A rough example of what she looks like: just not blond...and no pointy ears...
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[Flash]

Alright, I shall be startin' this bad-boy soon. I know you're all wetting yourselves with excitement.

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]Whoo... sorry it's late Flashy. ^_^;
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[b]Name:[/b] Astreè Kittana (Astray)

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Personality/Bio:[/b] Astreè was born in Kyoto, Japan, though her mother was French, and didn't know much Japanese. Even though she grew up in an Asian atmosphere, she attended an international school. Outside of school, her grandfather would teach her self-defense, in case anything would happen to her. However, she didn't like the thought of fighting at all. On her eleventh birthday, her father had disappeared. Astreè never knew much about her father, because he rarely came home. After six years of waiting, her family decided to move, perhaps into a more resort place. Less crowded, and peaceful. They decided to move to a place called silent hill, which was said to be a rather quiet town. However, Audreè was hesistant to leave. She had always dreamed of going to America, but something about Silent Hill would send a chill up her spine...

[b]Description:[/b] Astreè is tall and slender. She has natural sierra hair, streaked with crimson highlights. Before her father died, she kept her hair long, after recieving a letter from her father how much he loved her long hair. Though, once he died, she cut her hair, and never allowed it to pass her shoulders. Astreè wears a tank-blouse, which is cut a little higher over her stomach, and tight, yet flexable, black jeans which flare at the bottom.[/color] [/size]

[Desbreko]

[color=indigo][b]Name:[/b] Derek Larson

[b]Age:[/b] 30

[b]Description:[/b]
Around 6'1" and about 160 pounds, Derek isn't especially muscular, but he's fairly strong. He has rough, weathered features, and usually has some stubble on his chin from not shaving. He wears black jeans, a loose fitting navy blue t-shirt with a black bomber style leather jacket over it, sturdy black leather boots, and a thick wool felt hat with a wide brim, under which is kept short, unruly dark brown hair. He also wears a gun holster with a Colt Python 357 magnum revolver secured within it, which he wears concealed under his jacket, along with a 6" double edged hunting knife kept in a boot sheath.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Derek is serious, level headed, and always keeps his cool. Even in the most dangerous of situations, he doesn't panic, he just does what he has to do with a cold, determined attitude. He has no qualms about killing someone if it means getting the job done, whatever that may be, and won't stop until he finishes it.

After graduating from high school with average grades, Derek learned to fly, and at the age of 20, joined the airforce. Cited many times for going above and beyond the call of duty, he always took the risks no one else would. During this time, Derek learned to not fear death, having many close calls, and being severly injured on several occasions. As a result of one such occasion, he has a slight limp in his right leg. He can still walk, and even run, normally, though, it's just painful to do so.

After serving in the airforce for eight years, Derek resigned, and moved to Chicago. He met a girl, Sharon, got merried, and bought a small plane with the money he had saved during his eight years in the airforce. Working as a private pilot, flying people all over the country, he was enjoying life.

He was enjoying life, that is, until one day, the day after his thirtieth birthday, he took a job flying a couple to Seattle. Something went wrong, and his plane started to go down. Hitting a large fog bank, he couldn't see where he was going, and slammed down on a hillside. Miraculously, he survived practically uninjured, but was knocked unconscious upon impact.[/color]

[Sere Tuscumbia]

Oo;; I really had thought I had signed up for this . . . bah.

Name: Sethan Hoboken

Age: 20

Desc: [URL=http://www.cc.rim.or.jp/~urara/cg/org/org04.html]Piccie. Duh.[/URL]

Personality: Sethan really isn't one of the most stable people out there in the world. She may put on a sense of calm, but she can go from nice to psycho in three seconds, due to her bi-polar nature. Put on a special medicine after living several years in a psychological ward, Sethan is able to live a relatively normal life. Or at least she hopes. She was pressured into going to a prestigious college by her parents, but when the college insisted that Sethan be taken off of her meds, Sethan dropped out, without telling her parents. As far as they know, she's still happily making As and Bs.

Sethan spent several more months in the psychological ward after her insurance company refused to keep her stabilizer on the formulary. The ward, having nothing else they could do about Sethan, released her into the public, except this time without meds.

Having just been a month released, Sethan has been struggling with her bi-polar and brief psychotic episodes, all while putting out a sense of calm.

And last she knew, she and her newly-met boyfriend had been taking a trip to the mountains. She fell asleep in the car to escape her delusions, and when she woke up, the car was stopped on a foggy road, and no boyfriend, the driver's side door having been ripped from it's hinges. She and the rest of the car was covered in blood . . .

. . . hello Silent Hill.