Sign Up Torment (Graphic, Horror RPG)

[Semjaza]

[font=Tahoma][color=black]Well, this is my first attempt at a RPG. I've only participated in three here total, which I think has added up to like five posts in this forum in my lifetime. So, please bear with me. If you'd like to suggest something along with your sign-up, that's cool with me. I'm open to outside ideas, within reason.[/color][/font]
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[font=Tahoma]I'm popping this out later than I originally planned, but probably far earlier than expected. I've not told anyone that I am posting this today, so hopefully it will keep things pretty level. As long as your sign up rocks, I figure you have a very good chance of being in here. I won't be playing favorites.[/font]
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[left][font=Tahoma]Dr. Zimmer originally became the owner of this property shortly after WWII. According to the locals, it's the single most expensive plot of land in the area. In addition to a large, rather decrepit mansion, there was also a self contained area with a small pond and forest. Several servents quarters, sheds, small buildings and wells littered the area.

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[left][font=Tahoma]Despite his wealth, Zimmer has been something of a recluse. The surrounding neighbors had only seen the doctor on rare occasions, generally at very odd hours. This only fed the stories of the locals, particularly the older men who had became delusional following the war.

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[left][font=Tahoma]Stories concerning Dr. Zimmer quickly began to circulate throughout the nearby town of Ottawa. None were all that believable. The most popular rumor told that he was part of The Secret Doctrine, a rather exclusive occultist group, which once included members such as Adolf Hitler himself. This was furthered by the rumors of his Nazi ties. In fact, many belived him to be a runaway member of the Nazi party, directly responsible for the rumored occultist studies and experiments, although there was no direct proof.

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[left][font=Tahoma]Many told of cries and screams coming from the estate. Disappearances were tied to the home by elders in the area, but the local police rarely investigated. Years passed and the interest faded. Zimmer's property has merely become something of a haunted house in modern times, although no one has bothered to explore the property since his arrival decades ago. He's assumed to be dead at this point in time, but no one knows for certain.

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[left][font=Tahoma]Recently, a strange man had appeared in town trying to sell a book. He claimed it was something he had found on the estate of Dr. Zimmer. Of course, no one believed him. He did manage to sell the book to the local library for a small price, however, due to the interest of the head librarian. Most everyone in the town is now familiar with this book on some level and it has brought the story of Dr. Zimmer and his atrocities back into the limelight.

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[left][font=Tahoma]This is where you come in. A group of people from Ottawa have disappeared, only to awaken, unknowingly, within the estate of Dr. Zimmer. Some are acquainted, some are not. Basically, all they have to do is survive.[/font][/left]
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[left][font=Tahoma]This is a horror RPG. As such, expect graphic violence, cursing and other R-rated activities. Gory details would be appreciated within posts, but are definitely not required. For examples of the types of things I'm going for, watch films like House of 1,000 Corpses, Suspiria, Evil Dead, Cure, Cabin Fever, Dawn of the Dead, Day of the Dead, 28 Days Later, Hellraiser and so forth for a general theme.

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[left][font=Tahoma][u]I'm trying to avoid B-movie dorkiness, although a sense of humor would definitely be appreciated[/u].

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[left][font=Tahoma]There are a few things to keep in mind in this RPG... It more or less takes place in a "haunted house". People [b]will[/b] die, at random, at the hands of the creatures here. None of the posters have control of this. Only I do.

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[left][font=Tahoma]However, don't let this discourage you from joining. Once you die, you will be given control of a creature or group of creatures within the game. You can do with them as you please, although again, who dies and when will be chosen at random by myself. This is mostly an incentive for people to keep posting even after their own character has been disemboweled and otherwise torn apart.

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[left][font=Tahoma]Everyone will awaken within different parts of the house. Some people may be together, some may not. You may meet up with others at any time, assuming it is possible and you are near eachother. Dr. Zimmer's estate is massive and is not easily traversed.

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[left][font=Tahoma]Escaping the estate is another matter. This is not something that can be accomplished within a few posts. In fact, while I want everyone to have the idea of trying to escape within their posts, I don't want anyone actually getting out. What happens in terms of the escape is kind of a vital plotpoint and I'm mantaining control over that currently.[/font][/left]
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[color=black][b]Name:[/b] Obvious. This takes place in the US in modern times. Please don't use names like Legolas. Full names aren't required. Keep in mind that most of these characters are good friends, so titles and such would likely not be used.[/color]
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[color=black][b]Age:[/b] This is pretty open, but obviously choosing to be a child might be problematic. If for some reason you feel you can pull off an overly young or overly old character, be my guest. It must be fitting, however. I'm not going to force everyone into the late teens/early twenties bracket.[/color]

[b]Sex:[/b] Male/Female...

[b]Appearance:[/b] Basic appearance of character. Eye, hair and skin color. Muscular build, or lack of it. Clothing, accessories, etc. Be specific, if possible.

[b]Background:[/b] List off whatever you feel is important to your character and might feed his or her actions. Things they've overcome, fears, interests, etc. Also give any information you feel is needed concerning their personality.

[b]Equipment:[/b] Choose two items your character will bring with. This doesn't mean you can choose a shotgun and grenades. Only things that characters might carry with them on a sleepover/trip or general situations will be accepted. Pocket knives, lighters, flashlights, bandages, etc.

There will be plenty of opportunities for other equipment and weapons to be found within the RPG.

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] Anything else you feel needs to be said concerning your character.

[b]General:[/b] Put suggestions, concerns or comments here. Skip this if you have nothing to add.
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Hopefully this is satisfactory for a sign-up thread. More information will be posted before the RPG actually starts. I have maps, creature information and other things in the works for people to make use of.

All of this will be included on a website made for this RPG. There will also be individual pages for each person participating.

Examples from the mentioned book:

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[Onix]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]For a first ever RPG, this is pretty damn cool.

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Name: Jack Graves

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Appearance: Jack is your average twenty-something. He has brown hair that's gotten a little shaggy from lack of a hair-cut, especially in the bangs. His eyes are a wierd gray color. He has a farmer's tan (tanned forearms and face). He also has a beard. He wears a black t-shirt, plain and simple, a black leather jacket, and a pair of dark blue jeans, slightly worn and beginning to rip at the knees. He wears a simple silver ring on his right middle finger and has a pair of sunglasses with red lenses.

Background: Jack is an aspiring author from Seattle, Washington, who was going to Ottawa to help his creative spirit.

He grew up in a middle-class, white, American home. His father was strict and inbued him with a spirit of determination and cynicism. His mother, on the other hand, was also an aspiring author and gave Jack his creativity and love for the written word.

Long has Jack been an admirer of Stephen King, his writing idol. However, having read and seen so much horror in his childhood has given Jack a major problem. He is terrified of darkness, being alone, and the monsters of his childhood still seem to haunt him at times.

He has mostly overcome his fears, but they still lurk in his abusive subconscious. He is also terrified of heights, though not all heights.

Equipment: Jack has, aside from his sunglasses, a knife given to him by his father that, when open, has a metal part just below the blade allowing one to lock the blade in place by twisting it (I actually have this, and it's quite handy). He also has a long, cylindrical LED flashlight.

Miscellaneous: Jack is cynical, sarcastic, egotistical, and a slight pessimist. However, he's determined, strong willed, loyal, and can be optimistic at times.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Shinmaru]

I was a bit wary about signing up, but now that I've read through it, I think I'll give it a go. I think that I'd be able to keep up with what you're looking for, heh.

[b]Name:[/b] Michael Zavala

[b]Age:[/b] Nineteen

[b]Sex:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] Michael is of average height, with a fairly athletic build. Not overly muscular, but not completely skinny, either. He's dark-skinned with short black hair, brown eyes and a sort of "peach-fuzz" short goatee. His clothing at the time includes a red Queens of the Stone Age shirt with black lettering, blue jeans and black sneakers.

Michael does not wear any accessories other than a rubber band on his left wrist and a knee brace on his left knee. The knee brace is required due to an accident that happened when Michael was very young, which left his left knee slightly weaker than his right knee.

[b]Background:[/b] Michael grew up in a fairly nice part of a not-so-nice town. Due to some harsh experiences during his early years in school, Michael became extremely introverted and had a hard time making friends. For years, he was obsessed with doing anything and everything completely on his own, without accepting a helping hand from anyone.

It was only in recent years that Michael began to break out of his shell. He made sincere, and somewhat successful, attempts to make friends with people and eventually grew more friendly and sociable because of it. It was due to the actions of a few of his newfound friends that Michael really began to develop a love for music. He already had a love of writing that he developed at a young age, and his love for music only nutured these feelings.

Michael had always had a love for magazines and decided to find a job as a writer for a music magazine. During the early part of his career, he was relegated to local magazines that went under mere weeks after he joined them, but he hit what he considers to be his main shot into the "big time"; a magazine hired him to fly to Ottawa and write a story about the local music scene and how it has evolved over the years.

Michael has only one fear, and this is the fear of the unknown. Whether it's in dark places, around hidden corners or anything else, Michael is deathly afraid of what he does not see coming. When he has to be, Michael can be brave and overcome these fears, but this does not happen very often.

[b]Equipment:[/b] Michael brought along his sharpened No. 2 pencil and a small notebook for the trip.

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] Michael is quiet, easygoing and has a good sense of humor, though he does get very nervous around strangers, because he's afraid of making a bad impression. He is sarcastic only occasionally, usually choosing to employ only very subtle sarcasm, rather than the overt sarcasm one usually hears in high school or college.

[Skye]

[color=purple][size=2][font=times new roman][b]Name: [/b] Alexis a.k.a Tanner

[b]Age:[/b] 15

[b]Sex:[/b] Female

[b]Appearance:[/b] Tanner stands about 5?7?, and weighs 137 lbs. She has a dark tan, and a slight sunburn across her nose. She has dark chestnut hair, sunbleached streaks all through-out. It falls to about the middle of her back, and is usually up in a pony-tail or held back with a head band. Her eyes are a light blue, with thick brown lashes. She has long limbs, and a strong, wiry frame. Tanner wears a pair of flare-legged faded jeans with scuffed edges, a pair of black Nike tennis shoes, and a black short-sleeved T-shirt with two cat eyes on the front, and the words, ?Bad Kitty? on the back in white letters. She has a pair of sun-glasses with black lens, and a black jacket.

Tanner also has her ears pierced twice, in the lobe (silver hoop earrings) and then again right above that (garnet studs). She wears a small gold cross pendant, with diamonds in it, and a pentacle right above it on a choker. Lastly, she has three hair bands on eather wrist, and four rings: all are gold, except the last, which is silver. One has three garnets(her right hand, ring finger); one has an oval aquamarine(left hand, middle finger); one has a jade stone(left hand, index finger); and the last is a pure silver cladagh ring(left hand, pinky finger).

[b]Background:[/b] Tanner is usually a flirty girl, but can be very fiery at times. She lived with her parents until she was ten, when they both died in a car crash. She went to live with her aunt, Lindsay, who is also her godmother, and her aunts partner, Sandi. They still live together, and the two women are very helpful. Mostly a tom-boy in at least the way she acts(though sometimes she dresses goth or girly), Tanner is a fun person. She?s always ready to lend a hand and help out, or just be a shoulder for someone.

Tanner has always been a good sport, in school and on the soccer field. She is a Herricane forward. The Herricane?s are a soccer team. She is a great sport, and has a lot of endurance. Being a Pices, she loves swimming, and is often found at the pool. Tanner moved with her aunt and partner to Ottawa from Atlanta, Georgia, when she was 13.

One thing about her, though: Tanner has a phobia of heights, and a minor fear of blood and gore. Sometimes she can watch horror movies, but is very ?weak? around anything real.

[b]Equipment:[/b] Her Evanescence CD, and a pocket knife.

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] Tanner is bisexual, as is her aunt and partner. She was shy about it, since her father didn?t really like it, but her mom was supportive. ?I love you no matter what,? she would say. She is also Unitarian Universalist-Pagan, and at the moment, doesn?t have a certain religion.

Wow! This is good for a first RPG! I really like the theme, and it sounds like it will be a lot of fun. You should make more. Good job![/color][/font][/size]

[DDG]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=indigo]*grins* I was hoping you'd get this up soon, after reading about it on your myOtaku.[/color][/size][/font][font=Arial][size=1][color=indigo]

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[font=Arial][size=1][color=indigo][b][font=Tahoma]Name:[/font][/b] Natasha Kozlof[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Arial][size=1][color=indigo][b][font=Tahoma]Age:[/font][/b] 24[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Arial][size=1][b][font=Tahoma]Appearance:[/font][/b] Natasha is a tall woman, around 5'8'' with a slender build. She has sleek, beautiful black hair that is usually up in a ponytail and when down reaches about to her shoulders. Her eyes are a light brown. Normal clothing for her is a tight, plain white belly shirt that does not have sleeves or straps; it just goes around her upper body. She has tight, low cut blue jeans and white tennis shoes. She also has an untanned complexion.[/size][/font]
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[font=Arial][size=1][b][font=Tahoma]Background:[/font][/b] Natasha was abused by her father at a young age, both sexually and physically. Afraid that her father would beat her more if she said anything, no one ever found out about what happened to her, causing her to miss any beneficial help that could have kept her from becoming emotionally unstable. She often has mood swings, where she normally breaks into tears about the simplest of things, and has a fear of anyone who comes into too close of contact with her, especially in a sexual way.[/size][/font][/color][/font]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=#4b0082]After moving away from her homeland of Russia and to America when she was 20, she settled down in Ottawa, which was what she thought a peaceful town where she wouldn't be bothered. She had a hard time learning the language and still has a many troubles with it, even though she's lived in America for four years now.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=#4b0082]Other than her irrational fear of people(which would also make her socially inept), she fears creepy crawlies, such as spiders, ants, etc and small dark spaces.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=indigo][font=Arial][size=1]She does have two interests, which consume most of her life and are both something she has done since she was a child and are also her dream jobs; drawing/painting and writing. She developed a love for art a few years before her father began raping and beating her. Her love for art also kept her from comitting suicide when she was 15. She used drawing and painting as a sort of escape; an escape from reality. Along with drawing, she will occasionally write stories about a certain piece of art, or just write a story for the heck of it. She draws/paints regularly and braves her fears of people to visit flea markets and sell her art.[/size][/font]
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[Doukeshi]

Well...I think I can pull off the atmosphere you're going for, not a huge fan of horror flicks so I can probably give my character a realistic sense of fear heh. Lets give it a shot.

Name: Kyle Arkum

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Appearance: Kyle has short, dark brown hair cut to his earlobes and stomy grey eyes. He is mostly clean shaven though he has a small goatee on his chin, something people have often referred to as 'a smudge'. He is 5 feet and 9 inches tall and lithe in build. He wears a white vest and shirt, a brown leather biker jacket, stonewash, bootcut jeans and black leather boots. He also wears a thick silver ring on his right hand middle finger with a sapphire embedded into it, he also has a silver thumb ring on his left hand.


Background: Kyle grew up in the North of England until he was 20. Growing up in a small village Jerith had what could be called a happy childhood. Though he soon became consitricted within this samll village of two dimensional characters. Breaking from his family he felt a need to branch out on his own. The only way he felt he could do this was to move to an entirley different country. America it was. He has since lived in several different states, never quite finding the place to settle down, unable to resign himself to a life of petty problems and mundane tasks. He came to Ottawa on a whim and has since hear several harrowing stories that had made him think twice about staying in such a remote, forboding town.

Kyle is a laid back character, though can get annoyed quite easily by the stupidity of others. He is not a learned man but he has the wisdom of one who has travelled and enough insight to see what others may not. He is neither stoic nor fearless and considers it sense and not cowardice to run from immediate danger, there is no manly pride, which keeps him from hiding under a table quaking like a small child. Having said that his charm and personal demeanour make him endearing to those who meet him and his loyalty and compasion is bestowed in great quantities to those he believes have earned them.

Equipment: A crumpled packet of cigarettes and a plain, silver zippo lighter

Miscellaneous: Kyle smokes heavily, something which he despises. He has tried to give up on several occasions but lacks the willpower to go through with it.

[Zidargh]

[b]Name:[/b] Christopher Dennett (Preferably 'Chris')

[b]Age:[/b] 18 years of age

[b]Sex:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] Chris stands about 5 feet 11 inches in height and weighs about 11 stone (Using British terms) . His body consists of a slim build that tilts more towards the athletic end of the spectrum, yet he isn't seen to be particularily muscular. With dark brown hair that is spiked upwards and everywhere neatly and with dark brown eyes, he has been thought to be quite attractive. Chris's current clothes contrast with his light skin that seems to need a bit of a tan as the clothing consists of a long sleeved navy blue top with two white stripes that run down the sleeves and two white digits near the left shoulder stating '76'. He also wears a pair of blue Levi jeans and a pair of black 'Etnies' branded skating sneakers.

The only accessory Chris wears is a black leather bracelet which is thin in width that was bought at the airport in London to remind him of his home country.

[b]Background:[/b] Having been born in the South of England about 20 minutes away from London via train, Chris grew up into the British culture and lifestyle. He was brought into a stable and happy family of which his mother later gave birth to his younger brother named Robert. Even though he was given access to fairly independent freedom, after College he had decided that he wanted to see the rest of the world as the curiosity had always loomed in his mind.

Japan was out of the question due to the fact that he had not been studying the language long enough and therefore did not feel confident about going there just yet. Then there was Hong Kong. Even though there were many English speaking people out there, he still wanted a simpler start to his travelling life. And then the US was decided.

Two weeks after his 18th birthday, Chris's father surprised him with a ticket that would fly him over to the US and a letter that stated a host family was awaiting him to join them. Ecstatic over the idea, the teenager waited until the day he would finally leave his home country.

Upon arriving in the town of Ottawa to meet the host family, Chris found the town to be very different to where he had lived and much more open. And then, for the first two weeks, the teenager had been living with the new family, fascinated by the idea of exploring the town. However, there was one place the family cautioned him of...

[b]Equipment:[/b] A 'PlayStation' 2 controller - Due to his mother being fairly inept in the world of gaming, she packed this item instead of the asked 'Gameboy Advanced SP'. Fairly large to fit in a pocket, Chris still leaves it in his jeans as it always brings some humor into the day and keeps him that much closer to home.

A rocket shaped lighter - With two bars containing LED lights that flash a blue glow upon opening, it is thought upon of something quite fancy. However, Chris hates it due to his hate for smoking. He keeps forgetting to remove it from his pockets as on the day of departure, he stole it from his brother to try and hinder his pyromaniac-like ways.

[b]Miscellanous:[/b] Chris is a huge fan of gaming and so he tries to keep any electronic device that supports the leisurely activity close to himself. Yet, somehow he still manages to get away from the stalking appearance of 'geek'.

A very friendly and loyal personality always brings new friends (and sometimes enemies) to him. Preferring to take the role of the leader, Chris can be sometimes seen as brash or 'full-on' but really tries to keep his cool around new people and the 'ladies' as he refers to them.

There is only one fear Chris has, and that is of the sharks. Not necessarily the smaller and harmful sharks, just the 'big ones' like Great Whites.

[Ezekiel]

[B]I agree with ULX, this sounds amazing![/B]

[COLOR=SlateGray][B]Name:[/B] Jamie Nesbitt

[B]Age:[/B] 26

[B]Gender:[/B] Female

[B]Appearance:[/B] Jamie has a slim build with the right curves to make her look like a good matured young woman. She was always asked for dates back when she worked in a bar in New York but always declined. She wears a black polar neck top that cuts off just above the belly button. She wears tight, blue, flared jeans that cover most of her black trainers. She is always seen wearing a pendant that has a picture of her mother inside of it.
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[B]Background:[/B] Jamie had a pretty normal childhood from the start in her humble beginnings of Texas. She got good grades in school and had lots of friends and was known to be quite popular.
But when she reached the age of 14 she realised that her father was having an affair and that he would soon be leaving her mother and live in another country. Since that time she distanced herself from all her other friends and became quite a loner. Her grades got better because all she done was study to pass the time away in her room.

When she was 16 she took an interest in drawing and found that she had a natural talent for it. When she was 18 she joined an art college and from there went on to New York to study further and to make a name for herself.
She became quite well known among art enthusiasts and the money she made form exhibitions she sent home to her mother.

In the last few months Jamie has gone from working in a bar to moving to Ottawa so that she can get some inspiration for her art and to get away from all the hustle and bustle of New York City.

Equipment: She carries a medium sized pocket knife with her at all times, it was a gift from her mother when she moved to New York and it has her name inscribed onto it?s case.
She also carries a laser light so that she can see her keys after dark.

[B]Miscellaneous:[/B] Jamie is quiet and reserved around people that she doesn?t know well and always avoids starting conversations. She is called shy but in reality she is very confident, the fact that she had a confusing time when she was 14 messed up her social skills.

She knows of Jack Graves from a book club she was in a few years ago. Although they have never talked she respects him and enjoys reading the books that he has published.[/COLOR]

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[Engel]

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Don't suppose I could bring my electric guitar, I take it on my camping trips.
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Name: Spencer Getz

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance: Spencer stands 5'8 with a moderate build. Has combed back spikey blonde hair with a touch of brown at the tips. Sapphire eyes, a medium tan. Wears a black shirt that says "As a matter of fact, the universe does revolve around me." with a red button up shirt that lies open. A bit baggy, but not too much, white cargo pants. Wears white nike shoes. Weighs 117 pounds.

Background: Spencer grew up in the small Indiana town of Arcola. His family was that of rockers, listening to Led Zepplin and Aerosmith among others. He grew to love that music, it consuming every part of his waking soul. After passing colledge, he decided to settle down in the small town of Ottawa. The locals were friendly enough, and his small band that he shared the house with was up and coming in the Modern Rock charts.

Spencer lived in the norm for a while, the band not being able to come up with any money, so they all had to get jobs. He became a part of a bigger band, Linkin Park. They toured the country for a while, then stopped and he joined his old band. They explored around the new things in town, Spencer going to the old house in which Dr. Zimmer used to live...

Equipment:

CD Player: A small CD player with a radio built in. He listens to all of his music and some others.

CD Case: Contains the following CDs: Collective Soul-Disaplined Breakdown, Red Hot Chili Peppers-Californiacation, Collective Soul-Dosage,a mixed CD with 5 songs, and
Nickelback-The Long Road.

Misc: Spencer is a master vocalist, and guitarist, so he often sings out when a song comes to his head. He keeps his cool, and is always thinking of songs and riffs. Has a large knowledge of Egyptain Heiroglyphs because of his intrest of Egypt.

His biggest fear is that of bugs. he hates them to the core, and loves to crush them with a fly swatter.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B] Alex Conn; Goes by Conn

[B]Age: [/B] 27

[B]Sex: [/B] Male

[B]Appearance: [/B] Conn has shaggy black hair, and dark brown eyes. He isn't very athletic, but he isn't completely a couch potatoe. His high metabolism keeps him slender, if not scrawny. He has enough muscle on him to do the most simple of tasks.

He wears most of the time blue jeans, some sort of t-shirt that is black. Since black goes with everything, or so he's heard. Also adorning his feet is a nice pair of hiking boots that give his ankles the extra support that he likes.

[B]Background: [/B] Conn was born and raised in Ottowa, something he isn't exactly proud of. He was raised by loving, over-protective parents. Which is why he was never really athletic. They did not want their little Alex to be hurt.

Conn was a Boy Scout at one point in time, it was something that his parents actually let him do. With this in mind, he has the motto forever in his head: Be prepared. Conn is very punctual and always expects the unexpected. Which is also why he is able to keep a job when most cannot.

[B]Equipment: [/B] A butane lighter, for the cigarettes that he ran out of.
Also a sheath knife that he keeps in his hiking boot, a Scout is prepared after all.


[B]Miscellaneous: [/B] Conn is highly allergic to dust. Barely getting of it into his nostrils will send him on a sneezing frenzy that can last from minutes, to hours.

[B]General: [/B] N/A[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[PiroMunkie]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Conner Vaughan.

[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Sex:[/b] Male.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Tall and slender, Conner stands at about 6 feet and 1 inch tall; only weighing in at about 142 pounds. His eyes are a grey-blue, with a dark navy-blue ring on the outside. His hair is long and brown, reaching down to his shoulder blades, but is usually kept back in a pony tail. His skin complexion is almost a sickly, pale yellow, which is contrasted by his plain, dark clothing: black jeans, black boots, black Nerve Agents "Dead Man" hoodie. Under his hoodie is a long-sleeved, black dress shirt with only one pocket over the left breast. His fingernails and toenails are painted a rich violet.

[b]Background:[/b] Conner Vaughan is nothing special. He was born and raised in Ottawa, and lived a normal life. He went to a local school, moved on to graduate at the local high school, and is currently enrolled at the local college as a Classics major. In his early teens he became enthralled with the rumors of Dr. Zimmer and his property.

For several years, he just based his knowledge of the land off of what people said about it, but once he heard that a book supposedly found on Dr. Zimmer's estate was available in the local library, he made sure to spend ample time there. He befriended the head librarian, and had many lengthy, in-depth conversations about the contents of the book.

He has never been able to build up the nerve to enter the estate and explore the mansion. He imagined if he could ever get a group together he might, but he was simply afraid to do it alone. Conner does, however, make a point to pass by it every so often, and just look at what he could possibly see from the perimeter. Nothing ever changed each time he stopped by, but it did not stop him from coming back.

[b]Equipment:[/b] A worn, leather-bound journal dedicated to his theories, thoughts, and random information about the estate; a black-ink pen.

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] While Conner is by no means an athletic guy, but is rather flexible and has a nice reach due his his lanky structure. He usually does not talk a whole bunch, not due to any social problems, but merely by choice. He still, however, is easy to be around.

[b]General:[/b] N/A[/size]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=darkslategray]Name: Katrina

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Appearance: Katrina stands 5"10, and is rather slender for that height, about 65 kg (140 odd pounds, for the rest of you). Evidently, she has a less than solid build, but she's hardly the pencil thin thing one expects. A few athletic style hobbies have left a considerable amount of wiry muscle on her. Despite her lifestyle, she's rather pale skinned, except for a few freckles on the backs of her shoulders. They don't seem to go away, much to her annoyance. Her hair is a deep auburn, and atypically straight, falling to a few inches past her shoulders, and normally worn tied back. Her eyes are a washed out grey, and this appearance is heightened by the thin rimmed glasses she wears, an unfortunate contribution to the "scientist" look. Dresses for comfort, rather appearance. In this case, a pair of black cotton deckhands pants, basically very baggy cotton pants, kind of similar to the traditional samuri things. Black long sleeved T-shirt, with white celtic designs down the sleeves and in the centre of her back. Tight leather fingerless gloves extend two inches past her wrist. Wears a pair of combat boots.

Background: Katrina was born in Queensland, Australia. A very normal child, except for a lack of interest in the social aspects of life most teenage girls find fascinating. She was never awkward, or naive, she simply wasn't interested. This was in main due to the fact that Australia has an unfortunately high percentage of rednecks, football jocks, and other such aggravations comprising the population of that age. Instead, she devoted her time to reading, her studies, and the intellectual semantics surrounding anything not on the ABC or SBS (It's an Australian thing).Fairly intelligent, she did well at school, though hardly exceptional, except to her family. Her parents had decent jobs, but they'd hardly gotten them based on intellect. Her older brother wasn't stupid, but spent more time playing around with exotic weapons and more exotic callgirls than using his mind. Though he was nice enough to teach Katrina a bit of karate here and there. Anyway, after highschool, she start university, doing a course in Biotechnology, and was five years into that when somebody decided, probably her father, that running off overseas would be a good idea. Now, Katrina hadn't been living at home anyway, and had seen her family maybe three times a year at most, but her father still decided that she was coming along. And, to her dismay, they were going to the US. Hardly her idea of an improvement, but she was sure she could find some kind of decent university over there where she could finish her masters. Instead, she ended up in Ottawa. Apparently, the only thing interesting to do here would be to analyse the dead remains of the town's tolerance for cynical foreigners....

Equipment: None. No pockets, and she couldn't be bothered carrying a bag.


Miscellaneous: Generally rather laconic, she's often pretty cynical, mainly about the "state of the world". She has little tolerance for illogical behaviour, emotional behaviour, stupidity, and basically any other conclusion one wouldn't come to if they put their mind to it. She never gets emotional, she's actually rather jaded. Doesn't like water or spiders. The first she can get past, but she really, really doesn't like spiders.[/font][/color]

[Arcadia]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Jenna Wright

[b]Age:[/b] 22

[b]Sex:[/b] Female

[b]Appearance:[/b] Thin and a bit on the short side, Jenna?s sinewy build is of a woman who works out regularly. Because of that, she?s a freakishly strong little girl. Jenna?s dirty blonde hair is short, cropped off at her chin and her almond-shaped eyes are a dark brown. Her natural skin tone is a little darker than a blonde?s should be, but because she?s always outside (for one reason or another), Jenna?s already tan skin gets even darker. More often than not you can find her in a pair of old blue jeans, a tank top, and the occasional baseball cap, although she doesn?t go anywhere without her trusty running jacket.

[b]Background:[/b] Born and raised in Ottawa, Jenna has grown up hating the small-town mentality and as a child, did her absolute best to not fit in with the other kids. She wound up getting in trouble a few times, but eventually when her teachers realized that she wouldn?t change, they stopped caring. When they stopped paying attention to her antics, Jenna stopped. For the most part. Instead, she focused more on sports, especially track and field.

She went through high school without a stitch, and even managed to graduate with honors. Her scholastic achievements helped to give her a free ride to the local university, where she is currently majoring in journalism. At the moment she holds an internship with Ottawa?s biggest newspaper and has made something of a name for herself, but that?s still not enough. Her hope is to get her degree and then move out of Ottawa as fast as she can, and possibly get a job with a different newspaper or magazine somewhere on the east coast.

Her recent break-up with her boyfriend of a year has only fueled the need to get away. Although she knew that the two would never actually last, she hadn?t really expected it to end as soon as it did. Or as ugly as it did - she had caught him in a rather horrific position with her roommate. She didn?t consider it a big loss, especially since she didn?t actually like her roommate ? the woman was obsessed with her stupid, fat cat. She does have the sneaking suspicion, however, that she?s going to need therapy.

Now freshly single and more motivated than ever, Jenna?s moved into a new apartment with [I]no[/I] roommate, a large area devoted to her writing and photography, and no cats.

[b]Equipment:[/b] A small digital camera, which she habitually takes everywhere on the basis that good stories can be found anywhere.

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] Obviously, she has no love for cats in the slightest, and because of an accident that happened when she was a little girl, she?s deathly afraid of bridges and large bodies of water.

[b]General:[/b] Zombies are scary.[/size]

[Zen]

[color=green][size=1]

Be Nice To Try Something New
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[B]Name:[/B] Michael (Original Name Choi) Yim

[B]Age:[/B] 19

[B]Sex:[/B] Male

[B]Appereance:[/B]

Korean-American with a deep, brown tan, shiny, almost reflective, straight black hair, and clear dark hazel eyes. Michael is 5'11" in height and weights in at 148 lbs. Michael's face is sharp and youthful, having high cheek bones and big eyes (for his race). He is tall and thin in stature and has tightly lined, thin muscles (not particularly strong, average maybe, but very fast on his feet and hands). He dresses in a manor common in most college students. Loose cargo shorts past the knee, a large white t-shirt and a cheap print button up shirt hanging off of his shoulders. Wearing a pair of matching PUMA running shoes on his feet with low ankle socks. He wears a strange symbol on a necklace he wears. The symble is the Korean sign of 'Good Luck' and 'Success', a trinket he received from his grandfather on his birthday when he was young. Mike kept it as a good luck charm ever since.

[B]Background:[/B]

Born in on the border of South Korea and North Korea, Michael's young and hopeful parents moved away from the conflicted area to protect the new born son. Ottawa was the place they landed by stroke of cheap houses and easy success in the small town. Thats where Choi's name was changed to Michael, so that he could fit in better in the small, American town. While growing up, Michael got used to a bit of neglect from the generally white and black town, being on of the few oriental asians in the community. He soon, however found freinds in a group, and stuck to them. Mainly a crowd of rowdy misfit types, already set aside from the rest of the people, he felt protected and wanted in the group, although his parents disliked the trouble makers. Threw out his Juniour High years, Michael was considered the 'nicer' of the group, and tried to astray from the less honorable activities his group participated in.

Then in High School, he fell under the peer pressure, and began smoking, drinking, and stoning along with his freinds. Michaels' parents were concerned about their now grumpy and constantly lethargic son, and tried their best to persue him away from the group, but with failed attempts. Michael began struggling in school, and he tried hard to keep his grade point average above a D. When Michael graduated, his parents took the last stride they could, and sent Michael away to College in a far off town, a place where they knew he was safe from his troublesome freinds. While at College, Michael found peace within himself. He slowly got clean away from things that seemed now trifle to him, and uneccessary. He stopped drinking so heavily, and ceased drug consumtion completely (contrary to his dorm mates).

One day, Michael heard a knocking at his door, and went to answer it to find his old crew, ratty and rowdy as ever, standing in the door way. They all pulled Michael out of his room, and took him off drinking and clubbing, against his own will. Claiming that He was no longer part of that group, Michael quickly sprinted to leave them, only to find himself surrounded and at the business end of a barrage of kicks, punches, and lead pipes. After that incident, Michael returned to his Dorm room... and took up Martial Arts and Self Defence Classes.

It was now Semester Break, and Michael is home for the week to spend with his family...

[B]Equipment:[/B]

Nothing more than his lucky charm necklace, and a single pocket knife hidden in his pant pocket, something he had started to carry around ever since the run in with his old 'freinds'.

[B]Miscellaneous:[/B]

Sarcastic in personality and humor, lethargic in nature, and hard to gain his trust. Michael dislikes confrontation in large groups, and people who try to become his freind to quickly. He has felt insecure and scared of more than two people around him ever since he was betrayed and beaten by his old group of freinds. Deeply nessled within him though, is bottling rage and anger, which he has with held for the time since he left Ottawa for College.

[B]General:[/B]

Generally not scared of much other than being surrounded by people, in a clostrophobic(sp?) mannor.[/color][/size]

[Justin]

It's been a good while since I've done one of these myself. Forgive any typos and the like.

Name: Reverand Jonny Brown(I know you don't want titles, but I think it's important to know in this case.)

Age: 38

Sex: Male

Appearance: His eyes are brown, and his hair is a sandy blonde. He has a dark brown go-T and he most often wears a long, full-body coat over over black, casual-dress shirt and slacks. He's got a fairly thin physique; slighly worn from years of travel by whatever means necessary.

Background: He recieved a degree in pastoral psycology upon graduating college when he was 22. He immediately plugged himself into dealing directly with youth and foreign missions. When he was 35, his wife, Elaina, died of infection in her lungs while the two were traveling in Laos. He became angry with God and hasn't done much pastoring since. Even so, many of his fellow citizens of Ottawa still think of him and "Reverand", "Pastor", or "Father" Jonny/Brown. To this day, it hurts him to be called anything of the like.

Going further back, his parents were abusive. He was abused physically, mentally, and on four occasions, sexually. When he was 10, his father forced him to begin learning the martial art Win Chun, and to practice it daily with all four of his brothers in violent "sessions." After finding spiritual solice, he let his anger and pain because of his family go, but it returned once he turned his back on his faith in Christ.

Because of his past, he developed an almost ridiculous, animalistic fear of being alone in strange places. He also fears heights, and he fears being in situations he cannot control.

Equipment: He carries a very small Bible in his coat pocket, though he hasn't looked at it in years. He also carries a lighter, as he picked up smoking in last year or so.

Miscellaneous: He has a lot of moments where he freaks out, usually in his sleep. He may have flashbacks, and he has also become prone to violent spells in last three years.

General: I like the kind of weird, fallen-from-grace character in any story. Maybe my idea has already been taken, I haven't read but one of the other submissions. Also, while I'm thinking about it, I wonder if it would be possible(whether my submissions is accepted or not) for me to suggest a couple other enemy-types for the story. Anyway, I'll be checking up.

-Justin

[DeadSeraphim]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=Indigo]Great idea for an RP Tony...
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[u][b]Name[/b][/u]: Michael Olivato

[u]Age[/u]: 28

[u]Appearance[/u]: Michael is reasonably tall, with a lean build and long, black hair. Blood-shot, brown eyes peer out from under a smooth brow, and appear to shake constantly. His skin is remarkably pale, which makes the sparse stubble that covers his chin very noticable. He usually wears black jeans and trainers, with a non-descrept polo-shirt, usually in shades of blue or black.

[u]Background[/u]: Michael comes from a broken family, but was always a Mummy's Boy. His father did regular hits for the local mafia, the cause of his parents split, which, unfortunately, gave Michael an early glimpse at life on the wrong side of the law. He frequently shop-lifted, and was sent to Juvenile detention no less than three times for minor offences before he even reached thirteen years old.

After he finished his last sentence, at fifteen, he went back to live with his mother, and seemed to become a law abiding member of society, though underneath it all he was dabbling in drugs of every description. Each night he would lay awake in his room, injecting Speed into his battered veins and smoking marijuana, until, one day, a bad batch of Speed caused him to snap, almost killing his mother in a rage.

He was diagnosed with Paranoid Pschitzophrenia, and was sent to a psychiatrist every day for ten years, and was always heavily doped up. At twenty-five he was finally given leave to live by himself, and not be such a burden on his mother, a situation which he loved greatly and prompted him to move as far from his mother as his financial resources allowed. Ottawa. He has lived in peace for three years.

[u]Equipment[/u]: A pack of cigarettes and his pschitzophrenia medication.

[u]Miscellaneous[/u]: Without his medication Michael is a very unpredicatble fellow...[/color][/size][/font]

[future girl]

Name: Isabel

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Appearance: Brown eyes, brown short cropped hair, tanned skin. She?s 5 ft tall, with wide hips and sloped shoulders. She?s small enough to fit in tiny spaces and is very flexible from years of yoga and dance classes. She?s wearing a black loose fitting t-shirt with a pocket over her left breast, dark denim boot cut jeans and ankle length combat boots. She has a big leather watch on her left wrist.

Background: Isabel was classically trained as a dancer from the age of three. Otherwise home schooled all her life by her father, she grew up rather lonely. At the age of sixteen she fell in love for the first time with a dance instructor while performing in New York. It was somewhat of scandal because he was much older than her. They remained together for about six months before he was killed in a car accident and she remained with child. Not knowing what to do being so young and her father having turned her back on her after the incident she had an abortion.

After this she returned to dancing and managed to make a career for herself. At the moment she?s taking a break from dance because of the excruciating amount of stress she?s been in. She tried visiting with a psychiatrist but it was no help and after the sudden breakdown she had in the middle of a performance a few weeks back it was decided that it would be best if she withdrew from the limelight for a while and took some time for herself.

Equipment: She is carrying with her a purple pen and a silver lighter.

[Baron Samedi]

5 star storyline Tony.

[b]Name[/B]: Braxton Squires

[b]Age[/b]: Early thirties.

[b]Sex[/b]: Male.

[b]Appearance[/b]: Medium height, average build. Fit from frequent hockey playing, and muscly from gym, but not overly so. More the subtle muscle. Lightly tanned skin tone, dark, unmanageable hair. Is wearing a pair of dark, loose-fitting jeans, a navy microfibre shirt, and joggers. Also wearing a black Quicksilver cap, Ripcurl watch, and small sterling silver necklace.

[b]Background[/b]: Born in Australia, was touring the States with his wife, when he woke up one morning...alone. It was after a night of camping, where they were camping with several other couples. Braxton has a fear of spiders, and is less than comfortable in the dark. Did martial arts for 2 years in his childhood, and was a Blue Belt Junior. Quit at the age of 14, remembers virtually nothing. Works as an architectural supervisor for H&B Johns, in Australia. Took his 10 year long service leave to travel America.

[b]Equipment[/b]: Has a wallet, with a chain. In the wallet is a few photos, a miniature screwdriver, and a few hairpins.

[b]Miscellaneous[/b]: Tends to get rather violent when pissed off. Stubborn. Enjoys just putting his head down and 'going for it'.

[Guest Shaman-SkyLord]

Name: Kyle Artez

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: 6ft 5, Medium build, and constantly tanned body frame. Exercises alot so has good sized muscles. Has short spiked up hair. Usually wears heavy metal rock band t-shirts with dragon designed shirts on top. Keep watch for Vnas skate shoes and camo jeans. Wears a metallic blue pendant around his neck.

Background: Born in a small town in California, and spent most of his childhood surfing or practising Martial Arts, he reach 2nd Dan before quiting at the age of 16. He has a phobia of the dark and and is claustrophobic also. He was currently attending a flying school for to join the US Airforce.

Equipment: Chain wrapped around his right hand. And his lip pierced with three spikes coming from the side middle nd other side. Landscape photo of his town in Cali, in his Quiksliver wallet.

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Killer idea for an RP

[Annie]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Intriguing, an RPG from Tony. Mind if I give it a whirl?

[b]Name-[/b] Darcy

[b]Age[/b]- Late twenties

[b]Gender[/b]- Female

[b]Appearance[/b]- 5' 6", slender. She has long, dark brown hair and milky skin. Her eyes are hazel with more of a hint of green. Darcy has a jagged scar below her right eye that trails to the lips that never carry a smile. She usually wears a pair of slightly baggy, faded blue jeans that hang on for dear life on her jutting hip bones, a brown leather belt with a turquoise belt buckle, a thining, maroon T-shirt that has been bleached by sweat around the neck, and a pair of brown boots.

[b]Background[/b]- Darcy was born and raised in Arizona, USA with four other siblings, Darcy being the eldest. Her family was quite poor and desperate. Her whole life was built upon stolen goods such as beds, chairs, television sets, clothes, etc. Funny enough, food was never really an important material Darcy's parents would worry about. Whenever her parents had money they would spend it on liquor and cigarettes.

This left Darcy, and her younger siblings, at a difficult disposition. It ended up with Darcy having to strive at a small strip club just to bring in a little amount of money for food. The owner of this filthy, unventilated whore house forced Darcy to lose weight, if she had any at all. The result; The quickest and easiest way to lose weight, cocaine. Darcy's health plummeted, her state of mind quickly deteriorated, she became more violent. She was only seventeen years old.

Eventually, some of the neighbors became concerned for the younger children and called human services. All four brothers and sisters were taken and put into foster homes. Darcy, being of the state's legal adult age, was left in her weakened state. Her parents disappeared a few months later. Some say Darcy's madness finally cracked and she murdered them. Police never questioned, they never really cared for the family's existance.

[b]Equipment[/b]- Darcy carries a small sewing kit (her jeans are the one of the few pieces of clothing she has really, so she does her best to keep them in some sort of shape).

[b]Miscellanious[/b]- Darcy is a loner and quite freakish, due to many years of her drug addiction. For the past couple of years, Darcy has been deprived of cocaine and the withdrawl is killer. She's trying to quite the cocaine, but is having trouble gripping reality.

[b]General[/b]- Crack kills.[/color][/size][/font]

[Balmon]

Name: Colin Wilkinson

Age:22

Gender: Male

Appearance: 5'10" - very chubby. Short brown hair with an abhorrent amount of dandruff. He wears glasses with lenses thick enough for bulletproof use. Well freckled - very pale skin. His casual uniform usually consists of a pair of Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt with some generic, supposedly hilarious, parody on a popular advertisement. He's worn the same pair of running shoes for four years now with the same Mickey Mouse socks.

Background: The youngest in a family of five, Colin had the misfortune of actually being hit by a speeding ugly stick. Blessed with the intelligence of a young Adam Sandler, Colin has been fortunate enough to have people not expect anything of him all his life. While his older siblings have gone on to be successful people in their chosen field, Colin is still "considering his options" at home.

Getting tired of his lazy, good-for-nothing moping around,his parents have sent him to his grandparents so they could have some time off.

Equipment: His trusty Dick Tracy Decoder Ring and a pack of matches.

Miscellaneous: Though not a nice guy at all, Colin has been known to sometimes take a break from intentionally pissing people off.

[Semjaza]

Okay, guys. I think I've waited more than enough time for sign-ups. I'm going to start reading through them tonight (I wanted to wait until I felt there was a decent sized selection before I started).

I'll be posting in here again and letting people know who I've chosen to play. I'll also be setting down a few more rules and such so people know how to go about this. Nothing all that restricting, I think.

If you still want to apply, feel free to, but there's not much time left. I was waiting for Charles to give this a shot, but since he's not posted yet, I just assume he is busy heh.

[John]

[b]In the nick of time![/b]


Name: Harry

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Appearance: About 6' 3" and 170 lb. Rather shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes, light skin. Very athletic build. Wears a black Blindside t-shirt (black writing) and camo pants. Round, yellow sunglasses. Gray skate shoes.

Background: Harry moved to Ottawa when he was twelve, coming from Georgia. He takes after his father, who is a policeman (his mother died in childbirth). He has been training since he was very young to become one, also. Plans to enter the Police Academy when he gets out of college.

Despite his physical strength, he is still very much a geek. Very gregarious, though, and gets along with most anybody. Generally liked by people.

Harry takes most things with a grain of salt, and as a result doesn't fear much. One thing that does scare him, though, is big dogs. Something that started when he was very young, and that he has never quite let go of.

He is interested in heights and climbing, something that also used to scare him. How this overcoming came about is not yet known, even to him.

Before he woke up in the estate, he was planning on going on a walk through the nearby hills.

Equipment: A bottle of water and a coil of string that he carries around to entertain himself with when things get slow.

Miscellaneous: Though not any brighter than other people, he usually does better than most because he applies himself as much as he can. He also needs to have people around him, and doesn't do very well alone (at least in unfamiliar places).

[Charles]

Wait for me! I intended to get this up during the weekend but a personal situation arose so I was unable. Even if I don't make it because of my seeming lack of initiative, at least I came through with putting it up. heh

[B]Name:[/B] Caine

[b]Age:[/b] 9

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Apperance:[/b] His hair is raven black, with rough curls grown long enough to touch the base of his neck, and to hang just above his eyes. Cain?es face is thin and triangular in shape, with a button nose and large gray eyes under his prominent brow that dominate his expressions.

His frame is narrow, he has a slender, rakish figure. His legs are long, but far from able, as they're encased in polio braces. Typically, he uses crutches for support because he tires easily but he's able to walk without them--albeit slowly and noisily. He wears a rigid-looking black school uniform that seems to clash with his boyish features.

Of particular note, are the long red stripes apparent on his arms--seemingly trails of punishment.

[b]Background:[/b] The boy is shy, as most children would be in this situation, so he doesn?t speak much to the others. Thus, his biography isn?t the most distinct amongst the house guests. What?s obviously discernable is that he?s of European descent, apparent by the soft accent that colors his vowels when he does occasionally speak. When he does reveal information, it?s often in paradox. For example, he?s imparted to them a cryptic, incomplete name, that may or may not be just a childish pseudonym.

Whether he has a family or hails from an orphanage is unknown.--he?s spoken of no one. His only confidant appears to be his imaginary friend, Mildred, whom he mutters to solemnly when he believes no one is paying attention. It seems to give him respite from the company of the strangers, to explore this new fantastical world with his imagination.

It?s supposed immediately that Caine will be a hindrance to the others, which is partly true. Because of the polio disease that has crippled his limbs, and the absence of his crutches, he?s been forced into a state of dependency. Yet, at the same time, he?s adopted well to the art of hiding, as if it?s something that?s always been required of him. Often times, his disappearances are unusually fast and subtle for an individual of his stature.

[b]Equipment:[/b] He can't be burdened with much in any situation so it's natural that his load be light here. Other than his braces, he only carries a small suitcase that he guards fiercely. It's assumed it contains his school belongings but it's unknown how he was able to retain it. Perhaps his affection for it is so strong, that even the arms of the unknown are unable to pry it away from him.

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] He seems fascinated by Reverand Jonny Brown and Katrina glares at Darcy, as if her addictions are an attached stigma that cannot go unpunished.

[Semjaza]

I just wanted to let everyone know that I am still working on this and I'll have final decisions and the RPG actually posted by Tuesday, probably earlier.

I'll be deleting this post when I am finished so I can post the results... that way this'll get bumped back up again. I just figured I owed people some sort of news on this.