Realistic or Modern Fear Itself

[Angst]

Character Sheet


*Please make sure to read the overview and the notes in the OOC before starting. Don't be discouraged if someone has already posted for the role that you wanted - again, this is not first come first serve, so go ahead and fight (not literally please) for that role. (The only unavailable role will be The Believer, which has been promised to my Co-GM. I myself will take whatever role I think is needed once all sheets are in.) Realistic face claims, please. BB Code is not necessary, but if you want me to make some code up for you, I can!


Good luck!

Requisite

Name


Include any nicknames as well.


Age


21-23


Gender


Self-explanatory.


Sexuality


Self-explanatory.


Birthdate


When were they born? You may include zodiac sign as well if you wish.


College Major


What are they studying?


Role


Check the overview for available roles.

Appearance

Height


How tall are they?


Weight


Self-explanatory.


Eyes


Include color and anything else notable about them.


Hair


Length, Color, Style, the works.


Clothing


What are they wearing this Halloween night?


Distinguishing Features


What else is notable about them?

In Depth

Personality


About two paragraphs, please. Make sure to point out the bad as well as the good.


Background


Around three paragraphs, please. What does their personal history look like?


Likes


5+


Dislikes


5+


Fears


2-3, please. These are very important. Try not to make them the same as everyone else's.

Relationships

Relationships


Relations with family members and other such people can be added now. Relationships with other characters will be added after sheets are accepted.

Other

Theme Song(s)


Any song(s) that describe(s) your character?


Thoughts on Exploring the Basement


This should be in accord with your role, but feel free to add on.


Other


Anything else you want to tell us about your character?

Writing Sample

Now don't freak out. This is just to get an idea of your writing style. It can come from a previous rp that you've done, or you can write something new. It's all up to you. Doesn't have to be too long.

 

[Mariam]

Wip Believer

 

[paranoia]

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[CloudyBlueDay]

"Don't plague me with your problems, I've got my own." - Allison

REQUISITE

NAME


Allison Jane Rameri


NICKNAME(S)


Ali, Al


AGE


22


GENDER


Female


SEXUALITY


Bisexual


BIRTH DATE


April 5th - Aries


COLLEGE MAJOR


Fashion Design


ROLE


The Leader

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT


5'9"


WEIGHT


147lbs


EYES


Hazel


HAIR


Bright orange


BODY TYPE


Allison is very lithe and tall, however, she has been working out as of late and developed some muscle, which is a new development for her.


CLOTHING


A very simple Alice in Wonderland costume. Blue dress with white tights and a blue apron over it, a bow in her brightly colored hair, and black dress shoes. The dress isn't as poofy as it is in most Alice and Wonderland costumes, so it's much more functional, and of course, being Ali, she has a t-shirt and shorts underneath.


DISTINGUISHING FEATURES


Allison's bright orange hair is certainly very attention grabbing, but aside from that, she has a scar on her neck that seems to have been caused by an animal (claw marks) though she usually covers it up with scarves or make up. She also always wears some sort of brightly colored lipstick, and overall, she has a very sparkly appearance.

IN DEPTH

PERSONALITY


Bright, fiery, and determined, Ali is a woman on a mission. She's organized, a hard worker, and honestly, a lot of people's dream girl. With her impeccable sense of fashion and beautiful, tall, thin body type, she's got not only the looks, but the personality to match. She has a wonderful sense of humor, but at the same time, growing up with two brothers, knows very well how to keep the peace. Allison is an energetic person and quick thinker, though perhaps at times she thinks a bit too quick.


However, at first meeting, Ali can seem pretty bitchy. The way she holds herself around others, with an air of confidence around her seems rather intimidating, and she has no qualms with telling people how it is, no sugar coating, which makes her sound pretty snobbish. In reality, she just gets defensive around people she does not trust, and once you get to know her, her demeanor changes entirely. She smiles and laughs when you're around, helps you stay on top of what you need to be on top of, and is always ready to offer emotional support.


Her own past troubles have lead her to be wary of many situations, and though she radiates confidence, on the inside she is very insecure. She lashes out at people without meaning too and her emotions can get the best of her, even though it looks like she's got it all under control. However, around the right people and in the right state of mind, Allison thrives.


BACKGROUND


Allison grew up in a very seemingly normal household, with a mother, father, elder brother, and younger brother. Each sibling was two years apart, and they grew up very close. Marcus, the eldest, was the de-facto leader, then there was Allison, the middle child, and Ian, the youngest, as well as the biggest trouble maker.


Up until Ian was five years old, they had a perfectly average life. They didn't grow up in the best neighborhood, as it was one filled with criminal activity, but Allison never acted like it. She was always clean, well dressed. Studied hard and played nice. Spent most of her time studying, yet despite being so proper, was always down for a little fun with her brothers. She never had trouble keeping up with them, despite being such a "girly girl". And while yes, they did have a little fun every now and then, the siblings were smart. They knew who not to mess with. The only time when shit really went down was when Allison had an unlucky run-in with the neighbor's guard dog, and was nearly killed. However, she recovered swiftly and it was put in the past.


After Allison's accident with the dog, her mother began to get into the use of alcohol and drugs, spending more and more days away from her family and out partying. Perhaps she felt guilty for what had happened to her daughter, or perhaps it was just a long time coming. Eventually, she left one night and never came back, leaving their father to take care of the three children. Their mother had brought in most of the money, thus they were all forced to get jobs, spend long days after school working terrible jobs to keep them afloat. Allison became a bit more motherly in the place of the one that had left them, making lunches, tidying up, keeping everyone in check.


Eventually, Allison grew old enough to begin applying to colleges. Marcus has opted not to go - to take care of Allison and Ian. But Allison had been lucky enough to get an almost full scholarship. Marcus encouraged her to go, and she only did it in hopes of graduating and getting a job, with enough success that she could support her family for the rest of their days.


Just as Allison was preparing to leave for college with her group of friends, Ian was sent to prison. Right under Allison and Marcus's noses, he'd been getting involved with gangs and drugs. He'd been sentenced to five years, two to be spent in juvie before he was moved to a real prison. It took a toll on their father, and he fell into a deep depression. Allison didn't want to leave, but Marcus convinced her too.


So she left. And it had been the best few years of her life, learning what she loved and spending time with her closest friends. Until, of course. This Halloween night, when it went very, very wrong.

LIKES


Shopping, make-up, feeling pretty, exceeding expectations, cats, making people she cares about happy, the smell of flowers, succeeding


DISLIKES


Delays, inactivity, jump scares, jerks, people who put no care into their appearance


FEARS

Dogs; After a dog attacked her as a child, leaving her in critical condition for a period in time, Allison is known to get rather panicky around dogs. Smaller or seemingly harmless ones she can handle, (though she will never voluntarily pet one) but big dogs terrify her, and she jumps whenever one barks nearby.


Tight Spaces; Another fear that Allison developed in childhood after locking herself in a broom closet from the inside for almost a whole day, Allison hates tight spaces, and is always subconsciously worrying about locking herself in one.


Natural Disasters; Allison is terrified of natural disasters because she can't control them, and how devastating they can be. She's never been through one, but she's still terrified of them.

RELATIONSHIPS

FAMILY

Jules Rameri: She left when Allison was seven, after falling down the abyss of alcoholism and drug addiction. Allison feels some sort of passive hatred towards her, and for having to take her place.


David Rameri: A kind man who lost both his wife and practically his youngest son, Allison feels helpless, being unable to coax him out of his depression, but loves him very much.

Marcus Rameri: As the eldest of the three, he did his best to take care of everyone and was Allison's big brother through and through. He encouraged her to go to college and she calls him at least once a week to catch up.


Ian Rameri: The youngest of the three. Although he was the biggest troublemaker of them all, Marcus nor Allison expected him to go as far as to get into drugs and start hanging with gangs. However, Allison still loves him with all her heart (though she's still a little pissed) and is doing all she can to bail him out of jail as soon as possible.


FRIENDS


[tba]

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[The Omen of Death]

WIP the leader

 

[Mariam]

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Name


Belle "B" Russo


Age


21


Gender


Female


Sexuality


Straight


Birthdate


August 2nd


College Major


Psychology


Role


The Believer


Height


5'2


Weight


109lbs


Eyes


Green


Hair


Brown and up to shoulder length.


Clothing


Glasses, A White Flannel with a bow, Black Suspenders, Black Short skirt, Black Converse And Pig Tails.


Distinguishing Features


A Small beauty mark on her upper lip.


Personality


Belle is A Smart and well behaved person, She is a innocent and sweet as come. She is been known to be walked all over on, People just keep taking her kidness as weakness and she allows it because she doesn't really know how to defend herself. Growing up she lived in a strict and religious family, They teach Belle to no matter what show kidness to others no matter what way they teach you. Of course she had doubts on that but since it was her family she had no choice but to listen. Belle's Personality has caused a few Sparks between people, They would mostly be jealous because of how her brain works and how she would not listen to what any has to say about her. In Situations like those, She just walks away.


What people don't know is behind all that niceness and smartness, Belle has a dark side. During her mid teens She had trouble against the law. She wanted to be something else for change so she started drinking going to late parties and smoking. The only time you'll see her in a dark side is when you really really piss her off to the point she has to take action herself. But normal the girl is unbothered. She is just a fragile girl and even though you probably can't get her mad you can mostly definitely make her cry, She is a very sensitive person, And Takes things to heart and you know how when people say things to her she pretends all positive and doesn't care but in reality she wants to bawl up and cry, She believes everything people say and takes them seriously.


Background


Annabelle Russo was born and raised in Minnesota with both of her parents and her Grandmother and her older brother and younger brother. Being the middle child, She was always being pressured to be the best of the best.


Likes


+Reading


+Writting


+Helping Others


+Pancakes


+Kittens


+School


+Sleeping


Dislikes


-Small Spaces


-Dark Places


-Basements


-Rats


-Rude People


-Oranges


-Fighting


-Horror


Fears


Darkness, Small Spaces, And Supernatrual.


She is scared of the dark and small spaces because she feels like In the pitch dark she'll be alone and can't defend herself and she will be attacked or killed by a creature or a person. For the small space she feels Like she is going crazy because she can't escape or breathe in there. Supernatrual as in Creatures or horror anything to deal with those she knows She will be scarred for life. Just the sight of them she will freak, Knowing her she will probably die, The girl can't run or isn't athetlic nor a fighter all she has is her brains and that may not be enough to fight them off.


Other


ITheme Song(s)


Disturbia vs Radioactive mashup


Thoughts on Exploring the Basement


Belle just wants to have a good time on her last year of college, She just wants it to end so she can live the rest of her future. But her friends are making her go to the basement she knows there something up with the basement it has bad written all over it. Even though Belle gets afarid of everything when it's not necessary this time it's not a reason, This basement trip will not be good and That's what Belle Believes.


Writting Sample





The 5'2 Girl, Just couldn't do it. She was not up to it and she had a bad feeling about it. "Guys, I just don't wanna do this okay let's just go back upstairs and party" She insisted one more time. Of course no one was gonna listen to the girl, She was known as always backing out of things and being scared all the time. Belle knew she could exaggerate when being scared but this time it was different she knew in her guts this adventure wasn't going to be fun nor Good. "Please, I don't wanna do this, We're gonna die..." she pleaded, Tears were forming in the girl's eyes. You could tell she was really afarid but then again she always would cry for the smallest a things so you couldn't tell if she was serious this time.

 

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((U P D A T E D with Theme Song. THANK YOU SO MUCH to CloudyBlueDay for coding this for me, you are magic and I am eternally grateful. If I hadn't already promised away my soul to the creators of this RP I would give it to you in an instant. Also, this moron could potentially function as The Jokester with light editing (i.e. the removal of the film dreams).))



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"That's just what they WANT you to think." - Jace

REQUISITE

NAME


Jason Wilder


NICKNAME(S)


Jace


AGE


22


GENDER


Cisgender Male


SEXUALITY


Closeted Homosexual


BIRTH DATE


11th June


COLLEGE MAJOR


Film Studies


ROLE


The Camera Person

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT


Six foot four inches


WEIGHT


90kg


EYES


Grey. Requires glasses for reading.


HAIR


A true ginger, rarely styled beyond au natural bedhead.


CLOTHING


Devil costume. He's a ginger, right? He's here to steal your soul. Plus the ladies love a man in horns thanks to all this Twilight paranormal bullshit.


DISTINGUISHING FEATURES


- How utterly gangly he is


- He has a nervous tick in his left eye that he's deeply insecure about


- Freckles everywhere (Ladies, you are welcome to verify this factoid)


- Has broken his nose (twice) so it's a little crooked

IN DEPTH

PERSONALITY


Jason isn't just any hapless nerd; He is the hapless nerd. He's the guy that stays up to four am drinking soda by the litre, roaming through obscure internet forums discussing the latest conspiracy theories with his fellow geeks. He is obsessed with a mountain of obscure, 'crazy' things and he loves it. Few people do it better. If you need someone to hack into something, he's your guy. If you need someone to prove that aliens exist, he's done it five times on three different sites all with an essay of over thirty thousand words (excluding diagrams) attached. No wonder he never gets his actual school work done.


A film buff, his dream in life is to produce his own sci-fi films exploring what he's convinced is real. As a result of his obsessions, he carries a camera round with him everything, filming everything and everyone. He has his own youtube channel where he runs a vlog of his life, and also produces several conspiracy theory videos.


Despite his acute nerd status, Jace is far from an introvert. Always on the get go, he's the kind of guy to show up to any and every party - regardless of whether or not he's been invited - to chat to anyone who will listen about his theories. He likes to think of himself as a ladies man, and will chat up anything with tits. The fact that he'd rather sleep with the quarterback than the cheerleader is something he's deeply in denial about, and it expresses itself through the cliched fashion of making him a sexist, lecherous dickhead at times, i.e. classic overcompensation.


Loud-mouthed, opinionated, and with a serious case of ADD, Jace can often be a bit much for 'the normals' to handle, but he gets on well enough with most folk in small doses. He doesn't deal well with pressure, and compensates by talking a lot. Were he to be trapped down somewhere with a small group of people for a long period of time... well. He'd be the sort to drive them to their breaking points.


BACKGROUND


Jace grew up in a poor, working-class background, never having known his father, and his mother a bartender/waitress at the local pub. He never fit in very well with the masculine, rugged boys of his school, and as a dweeby kid, got beat up a hell of a lot at school. He stuck mainly to his computers, but his need for social interaction is what drew him to forums, and how he became so totally obsessed with conspiracy theories and the like.


Though his attendance for the last couple of years was poor due to how badly he was bullied, Jace managed to preform pretty well in his exams, and subsequently earned a scholarship to go on. So much time alone had made him a connoisseur of film and television, and combined with his love of science fiction, film studies was a natural choice for him.


Despite it being his third year, he's still never quite found his niche. He's too extroverted for the rest of the nerd herd, but too obsessive and shameless for 'the normals'. He would never admit it, the sort to be constantly cheerful, but he's probably a little bit lonely.

LIKES


Aliens


Science fiction: Specifically the works of Phillip K Dick, Alien, X Files, and J G Ballard.


Conspiracy theories of all shapes and sizes


Arguing on internet forums


Video editing


Getting drunk


Loud music


Beer


Coffee (strong, black, three teaspoons of sugar)


Film and cinematography


Physics


Coca Cola


Dogs


Arguing


DISLIKES


Bullies


Tea / Water


Being humiliated publicly (has an intense fear of it, in fact)


Cats


Classical music


Romance novels or films


Chick flicks


Silence


Pressure


Sitting still


FEARS


Public Humiliation


The idea of eternal nothing - of there being nothing more than... this.


Drowning, as a result of an incident where he nearly drowned as a child when his mother left him unattended at a swimming pool.

RELATIONSHIPS

Father: Never met him


Mother: Though they both care for one another, neither knows how to show it. His mother spent most nights out with the girls or with various men, and Jace spent his life locked away in his room when at home. When some of those various men got violent, he never knew how to help. Their relationship has always been strained, and the distance between them has only supplemented this fact.

WRITING SAMPLE

Jace downed his beer in one long, admittedly impressive, chug, despite the fact that no one was egging him on. In fact, no one was even looking at him. For once this was a party that he was technically hosting, rather than gate-crashing, but there was still the faint sense that he didn't quite belong amongst the noise and chatter. Still, beer was invented for a reason, right?

Crushing the can and lobbing it into the bin on the opposite side of the room, he grinned determinedly and did a quick room scan. It was a well practiced skill of his, thus he quickly chose his ideal target. "Hey there, sworn enemy," Jace said with his best smooth smile as he slipped into a group of girls huddled together giggling. They fell silent upon his arrival. The one whom he'd addressed stared blankly at him. "You know. Angels, demons," he said, gesturing between the red horns threaded into his hair and the lopsided tinsel halo she'd hung over the crown of her head. "Eternally locked in a divine battle. We could so go Romeo and Juliet on this, if you know what I mean."

"Kirsty, I need to go powder my nose. Come with?" A brunette said, not waiting for an answer as she grabbed the angel's wrist and tugged her off towards the toilet. The rest of the girl gang followed rapidly, leaving Jace to watch after them. "She's just not ready to admit to her forbidden feelings," Jace mumbled to himself, swallowing.

He didn't stay down long though. Accepting defeat, he grabbed a fresh can of beer and searched for his next battle. After all, so long as people saw him trying, so long as they knew he was a ladykiller at heart, that had to be better than being the loner at his own party. There was no way in hell he was letting them think that.

 

[NekoQueen49]

• Introductions
• Digging Deeper
• Inside
• Writing Sample

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  Name: Aurora Rylie
  
  
  Age: 22
  
  
  Birthday: May 9 (Taurus)
  
  
  Occupation: College Student/Waitress
  
  
  Major: Veterinary Practice
  
  
  Height: 5'7
  
  
  Weight: 112
  
  
  Eyes: Blue with a darker ring of blue around the edge of her iris
  
  
  Hair: Long, purple, usually wavy
  
  
  Clothing: Black long sleeved shirt with black skinny jeans and black leather booties. Wears cat ears so she can say she's a cat.
  
  
  Role: The Skeptic
  
  
  
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  History: Aurora had a fairly normal childhood. Her parents always supported her and were always there her. All in all, it was a very pleasant experience, save for the loneliness of being an only child. Her parents were infertile and were lucky enough to have Aurora as it was. So she found companionship in her many pets. This is what inspired her to help those that helped her by becoming someone who can heal those in need.
  
  
  In college, Aurora, however, wasn't one for being known for working hard. Well, of course she tried but in the end kind of gave up due the massive amounts of studying needed. Instead she sort of 'rebelled' against college, i.e. dying her hair and going to parties.
  
  
  This only worsened when she found out her mom got cancer. Her personality soured and her previously bright and open personality began to close until Aurora completely closed herself off when her mother finally passed away. Finally, she was only left with a father who had withdrawn as much as she had and a broken dream.
  
  
  Personality: For those that knew Aurora before, they would know how happy she used to be. How bright and friendly. Now all that remains is a snappish alcoholic and a shell of a person. Not someone that's easily approached. However, there can be times when her former personality shines through but these opportunities are far and few in between. Aurora sneers at any hint of weakness, especially at herself. In fact, there is no one she hates more than herself. Could it be that she blames herself for her mother's death...?
  
  
  Even if she can be mean, that's not to say that Aurora is sadistic. She just likes to keep to herself now and she'll do almost anything to get to that point, even ruining her reputation and pushing away her friends at every turn. But there are times where she regrets her actions, especially when she sees the pain she's putting her friends through. This is the time where her friendly personality comes back-- but only for a short while.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  • Beer
    
  • Animals
    
  • Distractions
    
  • Games
    
  • Flowers
    
  • Purple
    
  • Parties
    
  • Music
    
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Her family being brought up
    
  • Being told to change
    
  • Weakness
    
  • Guilt
    
  • Being forced to do anything
    
  
  
  
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  Aspiration: To find the closest beer. To become a veterinarian so she can help the animals that helped her.
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  • Her mother's disapproval
    
  • Drowning
    
  • Animals hating her
    
  • Being forced to see reality
    
  
  
  Thoughts On Going To The Basement: Meh, why not? I don't really care.
  
  
  
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  Aurora felt strangely numb. She knew it was only a matter of time, so maybe that's why she didn't feel much when told the news.
  
  
  Sitting in the hospital chair, her blonde hair fell into her face when her head dipped downward. Aurora thought she would have felt more. More than this God awful empty numbness. Her world crumbling would have been more appropriate. She would have rathered feeling that instead of what she felt. Rubbing her face with her hands, she glanced over to her father to see his face aging almost before her eyes. He looked as empty as she felt, his usually open face hardening. Like father, like daughter, she guessed.
  
  
  "I'm sorry," the doctor repeated before moving to leave. Aurora didn't give a shit at that point about his apology. As far as he was concerned, the doctor could go on with his daily life. While she... She was left without a precious person.
  
  
  Mom was gone. Aurora was alone. Hot tears pricked her eyes and she sniffed. The girl could barely care who saw her crying. It had finally hit her, like a blow to the stomach. Her heart fell. If only... If only...
  
  
  Why...? Why had this happened to her? Aurora hadn't done anything. Her mother certainly didn't do anything to deserve it. So why? She couldn't think of an answer. If only there was a reason. But that wouldn't bring her back. Nothing could bring her back.
  
  

 

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Luchiana Vandarzdale | The Skeptic

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[Artemiss]

(Here's what Elise looks like normally)


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(This is a quick sketch of her Halloween attire. Sorry for sloppy quality, did it on my break >.<)


Name


Elise Furanaki


Race


50% Japanese (Mother's Side) and 50% Spanish (Father's Side)


Age


22


Gender


Female


Sexuality


Bisexual (Preferential to those who display no immediate interest- sexual or otherwise- in her)


Birthdate


Born 01.06.1994, Under the sign of Aquarius. The particular variant of Aquarius will be paralleled as best I can to this description: Aquarius Horoscope: Aquarius Zodiac Sign Dates Compatibility, Traits and Characteristics


College Major


Majoring in Photography (BFA)


Role


The Cameraperson! To Elise, this underground excursion is as good an opportunity to develop her own skills (and hopefully capture some really unique photos) as it is to catch some of her friends in embarrassing situations. Unbeknownst to most but a select few, she tends to keep embarrassing evidence as blackmail material in case the opportunity arises. (Due to Elise's background/character, as well as other characters having interest in the position, Elise would be the cameraman, but be using her own camera, which only takes pictures. This could work well and lead to some unique interactions if someone else was the main cameraman. Additionally, Elise could play the role of the leader or the skeptic if need be!)


Appearance


Height


5' 3'' - Whilst small in size, Elise's body is of near perfect proportion, which is partially part of originally how she got into photography, and is a point of pride within her. Additionally, due to her genes, she is of a naturally tanned skin tone.


Weight


92 lb - Elise is of small frame in size, and even more so in weight. While she certainly is not deplorably sunken in her features, in certain lighting her figure can be viewed as quite fragile, despite whatever façade or demeanor she attempts to maintain.


Eyes


In direct lighting, her eyes reflect with a brilliant amber glare, however when in darker climates, the color recedes into a deeper hue of mahogany


Hair


Side Ponytail. Never faltering from her personal image, Elise consistently wears her hair in a ponytail on the lower right side of her head, allowing it to rest upon her shoulder and fall across the front of her body. At the moment, it's length is currently upper breast length, and naturally brunette (She refuses to dye her hair out of pride. In her opinion, it tarnishes who she is).


Clothing


What else would a slightly lonely 22 year old Art Major wear on Halloween other than a Laura Croft Outfit?! (New character model of Laura).


Distinguishing Features


There is a large scar on her left shoulder blade, from an incident with her Step-father when she was in middle school. He forced her down and was attempting to force himself upon her, until she grabbed the nearest object (Which happened to be a vase holding flowers), and she struck it down on his head. Being of such small frame, however, she couldn't strike hard enough, and once he had recovered, in a drunken rage he grabbed one of the large shards of glass and cut her as she attempted to run. Ever since, she has tried to keep it hidden.


Personality


In general, Elise is a sweet and caring girl, who holds her friends very dearly, but keeps affection at an arm's length. In large social gatherings, she is usually the wallflower who try's not to draw attention, however in her small group of friends, she's a lively a belligerent individual who is cavalier in all her endeavors.


While mostly reserved, Elise has an interest in the inner workings of the universe and society she's become a part of. Spending most of her time in recluse, specifically in her photography red room, she spends a large amount of time thinking and contemplating the events that have transpired in her life, and even more so, the people in her life.


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Due to her run in with Gillian, Elise has maintained and taken upon a low disposition towards men in general, including those in her friend group. While she is not sexist, she will never initially trust a man she meets, nor allow them within close proximity to her. As for her male friends, she is much more at ease around them, but it's been very clearly established that they are to not invade her privacy too much. In the off chance that a man does find his way within inches of her, she tends to begin sweating profusely and becomes hostile to anyone (or anything) around herself, which has led to a few interesting experiences in her college career.


Background


As a child, Elise lived in Sweden with her biological father after an ugly divorce case. While the two were happy together, much of his time was spent away at his lab, forcing Elise to make do with the maids in their abode. Growing up without friends certainly had an effect on her, as she spent much of her time learning how to entertain herself. One day when Elise was 8, as she wandered the surrounding countryside, she stumbled upon a small bear's cave, which luckily was uninhabited due to it being summer. However, when Elise returned home and revealed her findings, her father called the local authorities, and her small find turned into a large excursion. Being asked to lead all those adults was more pressure than she could manage at that age, and she was so stressed she couldn't remember where to find it! This led to a "Boy cried Wolf" situation, and the rest of the town silently goaded and judged her thereafter. When she turned 10, her father gave her a camera in order for her to be able to capture the world in her own images, and define her own reality through merit. Her dad knew that she was having a hard time with others, so he wanted to encourage her to find something that would make her happy, but didn't require others to do so. However, when she turned 13, and was graduating into middle school, another ugly custody battle raged, and eventually she was shipped off to America to live with her mother and new step-father.


Unbeknownst to her at the time, her step-father, Gillian, was deeply troubled and spent many of his hours awake attempting to drink himself back to sleep. On occasion, as living without servants and mentors to aid her was a new concept, Elise would fail or mess up a menial task. This enraged Gillian, which led him to beat her in secret, vowing to kill her if she told her mother. However it was only a matter of time until people took notice, and so out of fear she lied, claiming that she got them while exploring the wilderness. It was only after one particular event, where Gillian came back in a particularly foul mood, empty bottle of liquor still in hand. Violently, he pushed her into the wall as she tried to flee to her room. As he stood over her, his alcohol-infused breath smothering her nostrils, he threw the bottle aside, grasping her breasts and neck. He spent a long while eying her up and down until finally ripping off her shirt and throwing her onto the hardwood ground. Lunging atop her, he began greedily indulging in whatever he could. Struggling to free herself, Elise flailed her arms about, hoping to find purchase on anything she could. Overhead was a small table, and resting atop was a glass vase. Pulling the table with all her might, the vase came crashing down atop Gillian's head, sending him reeling in pain as she leapt to her feet to escape. However despite his demeanor, Gillian endured the pain and grabbed the nearest shard, slashing violently ahead to stop her. Landing a definitive blow to her shoulder blade, he only realized the gravity of his mistake after the fact.


Fast forwarding 2 years, Elise was a slightly reclusive high schooler, as her time in the hospital to treat her wound had ostracized her from the rest of her classmates. In this loneliness, she found salvation in photography, travelling to the furthest reaches of her imagination to capture beauty. High school was relatively uneventful, a Gillian had been sent away to prison, and Elise spent most of her time in nature, away from the prying eye of society. In senior year, however, the jocks decided it was time to pick on the outcast, and took her camera when she wasn't looking. Goading her in the middle of class as the students and teacher watched, she silently moved towards the jock, freshly sharpened pencil in hand, and struck forward, landing a direct hit into the boy's palm, ending his career as a QB. Needless to say, no one bothered her again, as she lived out the rest of high school without interruptions. It wasn't until college that she opened herself back up to discourse with the world..


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As additional lore, Elise has always felt some semblance of a spiritual connect to the world around her. While this does not indicate the supernatural, she routinely goes out of her way to allow this connection to endure, be it through simple walks in forested areas, or as extreme as spending a few nights in the wilderness by herself. By doing this, it reminds her of her peaceful childhood back in Sweden, a feeling she yearns to revisit. As well as for personal reasons, nature is a particular interest to her, as many of her photos that have any ounce of notoriety have been of nature in it's raw form. In her Sophomore year of college, she took a week long backpacking trip into Yellowstone Park, and studied and captured images of the wildlife that roamed there. One photo in particular of a bison and it's calf upon a cliff face happened to be commended and put as the 3rd place prize in National Geographic's on-going amateur monthly submissions.


Through that prize, she was contacted by one of the NatGeo representatives to travel the world and in addition to her own photos, she was to take shots to be used for NatGeo's official Snapchat account. Through this partnership with NatGeo, she found a steady income to help get her through the rest of her schooling, in addition to catering to her personal needs.


Likes


Caves


One spring break in her Freshman year, Elise visited Vietnam and went to the largest cave in the world, Son Doong.


Snow (in any quantity)


As a child, Elise spent much of her time in the wintery climates of Sweden, as her biological father lived there as a BioEngineer for a private organization. Among the snow and mountains, she found a sort of peace, which has slowly dwindled over her years in America, forcing her to begin anew a search for some sort of inner sanctuary.


Deep conversations


Specifically about why things happen and what led to it happening.


Scarves


As a middle schooler (7th grade), when Elise first moved to America, she was constantly bullied for always wearing a scarf, something that was notably commonplace in Sweden, however despite the peer pressure, she continued wearing them, mainly for the sake of always hiding her scar on her shoulder blade.


Sexually Frustrating other people through leading people on


(It's not so much of a kink of hers as it is a form of entertainment). Because of her anxiety towards her step father and her issues with moving countries in her developmental stages of life, she's always been a bit insecure about herself, but still finds it within herself to maintain a tough façade. However, to cope with some of her insecurities, she likes to be able to toy with others, which makes her feel like she finally has some semblance of control in her life.


Dislikes


Pizza


She's weird like that.


People asking personal questions


While Elise is definitely friends with those in the group, she's never been able to fully bring herself to let anyone in. However, with the upcoming circumstances, she may shed more light of herself to the public..


Dogs


She just flat out f***ing hates dogs. To her they're just smelly and loud flesh sacs.


Anyone touching her camera


Her camera isn't just her livelihood, it's her life. It's the emotional pillar and foundation of sanity and happiness in her life, and other people touching it is a personal invasion upon her. In senior year of high school,she stabbed the school's quarterback through his throwing hand, ending both his career and her torturing.


Hospital Rooms


Reminds her of her surgery, and also gives her a weird unease as the lingering stench of death inhabits hospitals.


Fears


Being physically restrained by a man


Because of the incident with her step father all those years ago, Elise has at least for now, remained scarred from such an incident happening again. While being touched isn't a huge issue, she quickly becomes uncomfortable when a man is in too close of proximity.


Fear of the Supernatural


Both an interest and an insecurity, Elise has had a few different moments throughout her life where she had contact with beings from anther realm. While she is morbidly curious about spirits, she maintains a strong and respectful distance from being too invasive.


Sharp objects


For reasons aforementioned with her step father, she is afraid of anything too sharp, however it is worth noting she has no regards or reserves against guns and blunt weaponry.


Relationships


Relationship


This category is largely unimportant except for her relationship with her step father, Gillian. More will develop as the RP rolls on~


Thoughts on Exploring the Basement


Elise is of course slightly nervous, as the unknown is always a scary threshold to cross, however at the same time there's a spark of adventure and interest in the expedition, as that same unknown may hold wonderful secrets, both in the labyrinth and in observing her friends.


Writing Samples





Silent Frontier - Lore (Lore)


Detailed - Silent Frontier (In game RP'ing)


Detailed - New to RP, but would like to invite you on an adventure in T'var. (In game RP'ing)

 

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Jaeho Nam

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• General
• Appearance
• In-Depth
• Relationships
• Other
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  Name
  
  
  Jaeho Nam
  
  
  Nickname(s)
  
  
  Jae
  
  
  Age
  
  
  22
  
  
  Gender
  
  
  Male
  
  
  Sexuality
  
  
  Homosexual
  
  
  Birthdate
  
  
  October 4
  
  
  College Major
  
  
  Biomedical Sciences
  
  
  Role
  
  
  The Jokester
  
  
  
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  Height
  
  
  5'8"
  
  
  Weight
  
  
  125 lbs
  
  
  Eyes
  
  
  Brown
  
  
  Hair
  
  
  Jaeho has short, naturally dark brown hair that is clean-cut and styled into the modern version of the spike-up fringe.
  
  
  Clothing
  
  
  The much-loved pilot uniform consisting of a white pilot shirt, black slacks, black shoes, a black tie, and a black cover (hat).
  
  
  Distinguishing Features
  
  
  Jae has an earring on his left ear. He also has a signature trademark smirk whenever he is in a mischievous mood.
  
  
  
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  Personality
  
  
  Jae is a social butterfly known for his enthusiasm, curiosity, and openness. On campus, he can often be seen participating in numerous club activities such as assisting in festival preparations, practicing for dance performances, and attending sporting events. When part of a group, he is a huge team player and likes to hear everyone's views and contributions; however, if he has a strong opinion about a certain topic, Jae will attempt to convince others to agree with his side by utilizing his charisma and public speaking skills. Easygoing and adventurous, Jae is up to almost anything whether it ranges from bungee-jumping to bowling to eating alligator meat; not much deters him from meeting new friends and gaining new experiences, and that includes exploring the mysterious basement hidden in the depths of his home.
  
  
  Though it takes a lot to upset Jaeho, once he is angered, he can become rather vicious both verbally and physically. In his eye, planning revenge is petty but defending either himself or his loved ones on the spot is honorable because the latter requires both courage and loyalty, two traits that he values incredibly. Because of this along with his willingness to try crazy new things, many deem Jae as reckless, but at the end of the day, he is well-liked by his peers for the qualities that define him as an individual.
  
  
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  Background
  
  
  Jaeho's childhood can be described as carefree and light-hearted. Being the only child, his parents loved him very much and made sure that he received proper education in both academics and the arts. Jaeho's parents are both dentists, thus the Nam family has been and continues to be very financially stable to the point that they go on vacation three or four times a year, at least before Jaeho entered college. However, four months after Jae left for college, his parents moved to Boston to open their own dental practice.
  
  
  The pivotal moment of Jaeho's life occurred when, at the age of 13, he was kidnapped while walking home alone. The young boy could do nothing as a van pulled up beside him and two masked men leaped out, blindfolded, and gagged him before throwing him into the van. For what felt like eternity, Jaeho was kept in an unknown location and held for ransom at a sum of $300,000. His parents, desperate for their only child back, secretly sought help from the police. In the end, the police rescued Jaeho and the money was returned to the Nam family, but the kidnappers have yet to be captured.
  
  
  Due to the trauma Jaeho received from the kidnapping, he is now terrified of seeing masked figures and being alone; this explains why he avoids haunted houses and even circuses where he cannot identify the real faces of clowns. When it comes to Halloween, Jaeho's fear is alleviated only when he is in the presence of others, such as at a party or in a crowd. He also avoids walking home alone and during night, even if the latter means being in the company of others.
  
  
  Present-day, Jae is a healthy individual who is not plagued everyday by his traumas but instead lives life in a carefree manner as long as it does not interfere with his fears. He lives up to his parents' expectations by maintaining high grades in school thanks to his great memory, and aspires to become a dentist like them so that one day, he can open his own practice and follow their footsteps.
  
  
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  • Adventure
    
  • Travel
    
  • Food
    
  • Festivals
    
  • Cultures
    
  • Video Games
    
  • Choreography
    
  • Horror Movies
    
  • Movie Marathons
    
  • Social Outings
    
  
  
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  • Physics
    
  • Literature
    
  • Silence
    
  • Masks
    
  • Vans
    
  • Anonymity
    
  • Solidarity
    
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  • Solidarity: Because Jaeho is a rather adventurous individual and therefore is not afraid of the standard heights and snakes and the like, all his fears stem from the most traumatic experiment of his childhood: the kidnapping. Jaeho cannot stand being alone whether he is at home or outside. His fear of being alone has transformed him into a social butterfly who is surrounded by company.
    
  • Masks: Jaeho is terrified of masks and people who wear masks because they remind him of the men who kidnapped him. If he cannot see their face, he is unable to identify them and this sends him into panic. This fear is alleviated when he is in the company of others or when he knows for certain who is behind the mask. Even so, he is unnerved by the lack of human expression and emotion of the masks.
    
  • Clowns: Similarly, because their faces are hidden, clowns frighten Jaeho, thus leading him to avoid carnivals and circuses as much as possible.
    
  
  
  
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  Theme Song
  
  
  Light Em Up - Fall Out Boys
  
  
  Thoughts on Exploring the Basement
  
  
  Since he is adventurous and daring, Jaeho is thoroughly psyched to discover the secrets hidden in the basement. He has survived roller coasters, bungee jumps, rock climbing, and safari expeditions -- surely, he can take whatever lies in that dusty old basement.
  
  
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  Hyun Lee concentrated on his breathing as he hid behind the dumpster of a back alley. From his hiding spot, he could hear the groans of the undead slowly approaching his way but the large object obstructed his view. Stealing a quick glance behind him to make sure the coast was clear, Hyun readied his baseball bat and positioned himself to be ready to leap into action. When 23 year old had entered the alley a few minutes earlier, he had seen the incoming three walkers at the other end of the path, but he was confident he could take them on; and so when the moans came closer and closer, Hyun gripped his bat, took a deep breath, and -- counting down -- jumped out from his crouching position.
  
  
  Lady luck seemed to be on Hyun's side today because his timing ended up to be perfect. The nearest walker was at a two yard distance away from him. Upon setting its sight on his flesh, it let out an inhumane cry and stumbled forward but before it could get too close, Hyun raised his baseball bat, swung, and bashed the walker's head once, twice before it collapsed to the ground still. The second walker, which had closed in, approached Hyun but with three mighty swings of his bat, it fell as well. It did not take long for Hyun to take down the remaining creature and once the alley was cleared, the young man continued towards his destination: the pharmacy on Fifth Avenue and Oakley Street. He had spotted it when he first entered the town four days ago but had not been able to loot it due to a large group of the undead guarding its gates; however, after temporarily settling down in an unoccupied two-story house in a nearby neighborhood and scouting the area and deeming it supposedly safe from hostile survivors, Hyun finally decided that now would be a good time to look for supplies.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  “Tagata…san?”
  
  
  When the woman remained unmoving, a wave of panic rippled throughout his body and a sob escaped his lips as he reached over and placed a hand on her shoulder.
  
  
  “N-No no no no--”
  
  
  Mutsuki's breath hitched when his eyes laid sight on the trails of dried blood that streaked down her forehead, down her eyes, cheeks, and neck until he finally realized what had caused her death: a shard of crimson glass piercing her shoulder. Mutsuki whimpered but when he tried to turn his head away from the brutal scene, his eyes caught sight of her arms. Fragments of sharp glass jutted out along the outer face of her arms, decorated with pools of blood that streamed down her hands and clothes.
  
  
  Mutsuki bit back the tears as he tore his eyes from his friend.
  
  
  Tagata was gone, just like everybody else.
  
  
  He had to get out.
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[FreeSpirit]

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Danna Renata Tapia


Fyi, Tapia means "Protective wall" in spanish.


Danny/Rena


22, Female, Sept. 19, 1994, Virgo, The Skeptic.


5'5, 110 lbs, Dark gray eyes (with poor eyesight), Dark red: above the waist length (tho always on a messy bun).


Clothing: Almost going to wear just whatever she wanted: Gray jacket, black jeans and her favorite white sneakers. But with the love of God and her mother's endless nagging, she wore a spaghetti strap long black sleek dress which perfectly wraps her curves along with 3 inches black heels pumps. Hair was styled with a simple waterfall braid matching her red lipstick and for once in her life, wore a graded lens.


College Major: Philosophy


Distinguishing Features: The mole on her upper right lip and her different/unusual/weird looking rings (which her mother had nagged or warned her to never take off)


Personality:


Renata is skeptic as hell. She's always questioning everything that is new to her and different from her beliefs. She always thinks ahead of what would happen before the actual thing happens which makes her awkwardly anxious: This shows when she can't stop talking, nagging and well protesting what should be done.




Despite her skepticism, she's someone who never leaves others (friends or strangers) when they are in trouble or in need of help. Maybe that's why even she's a pain in the ass with her endless nagging, the gang doesn't treat her different from others. Tho there are times when someone gets fed up and the word fight starts, she doesn't back down that easily if you bad mouthed her, her beliefs, and people that she cares about. She's best in debate since she isn't some girl who just let others go with their way and stays quiet after contradicting her ideas.




Background:


Just as much as Renata thinks ghosts and supernatural beings are actual bluffs and plain stupidity, they did existed since the ancient times and she knew it deep down in her subconscious. She was born in the mountains and jungle of Puerto Rico. At the early stages of her childhood, everything seems fine and normal. They were happy until she reached 7 years old.


She started having imaginary friends, her parents thought that of course every child goes through that stage. But as time pass by, she started saying and calling the names of the dead natives that once lived in the jungle. "E


sos son mis amigos" She would say to her mother. Then the day had come when she won't wake up and her body was covered with bruises and wounds, her parents decided to take her to the Curandero (Spiritual/witch Doctor).

"los espíritus , como su hija, que ven su cuerpo como un recipiente perfecto para viajar entre los muertos a los vivos"


The curandero said. Before it was too late, she was cured and the Curandero advised them to live and start a new life away from the jungles before leaving they received different kinds of amulets from the doctor for he was sure that this will not be the last time that this kind of thing would happen.

They moved to Minnesota and since then her mother changed the amulets from necklaces and bracelets to rings so it would fit Renata as she grows up. From then on, their past in Puerto Rico is never spoken of inside their house and that's why her mother always nags her do never take off the rings not even when she's taking a shower or sleeping. All she remembers was she was born in Puerto Rico and nothing more than that. Years have passed and she forgot about all of it but inside her, the memory still lives, that's why an unseen wall called Skepticism appeared within her, unconsciously she was protecting herself from anything that is unknown to her.


Likes:


Writing blogs and comments that is contradicting the existence of super natural beings


Winning in debate and word war


Everything that has to do with History


Casual gathering


Chocolate, Fruit, and Energy Bars.





Dislikes:


Unknowns


Losing


Gatherings which consists of costumes and such


ROMANCE tho it's inevitable I say? Hahaha.


Being center of the attention





Fears:


Being right with her gut feeling since it would really mean danger


Not being able to see clear. (I mean yeah, everyone would fear that but she's on a new level of fear. She would really really freak out and probably have a panic attack. Take in consideration that she has bad eyesight without her glasses and lens, everything is blurry for her)


Remembering her past (tho this one is unconsciously)





Relationships:


Both parents are in their mid 40's and stayed in Minnesota. Calls more than five times a day, such over thinkers.


Forever in relationships with ghosts wanting to have another try in life. Thanks to the amulets for keeping them away.


Make her feel LOVE guys! She won't show it but she would want to fall in love right?

Theme song:


Thoughts on exploring the basement: "God...This is stupid. What do they think they could find there? Endless spider webs and dust? What if there are rats and someone gets bitten? that would be a major problem. Or we find a dead body there? One of us would be a suspect right or if not, police would come and roam around here...that's troublesome. Fuck! Fuck! I'll just come and watch them see their stupidity...Yeah, right. That's right...I'll just go and laugh at their faces..Hahaha, shit!"


Writing sample:


Einar Reiner
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"First I was afraid, I was petrified, keep thinking I would never live without you by my side..." Einar sang dramatically as he wiped the moist on the mirror. He looked at his reflection then smiled, "Oh~ hello there handsome..." After giving himself a wink, he picked up the razor Ohh...it's such a shame. I grew these babies for like a month...but well, no beard for the next me...He thought as he started shaving his growing beard. "Geeze...Can someone look more handsome than this?" He chuckled then get himself dressed for the big day. "Let me see...." He muttered looking down the different IDs on the table. "This doesn't look like a painting collector...more like a college student..." He said then throw the fake ID. "Aha! The serious me..." Picking up the ID, his phone rang. "Hello babe~" He answered then nodded, "Don't worry, I'll give you that painting. I'm on my way to that museum...Bye. See ya later ms alligator~" He cut the line then went out of his penthouse. "I will survive, hey hey!~"


"It's beautiful right?" A woman asked beside him. He looked at her then she smiled, "Sorry. Did I surprised you? (Chuckle) I just noticed you have been looking at the painting for quite some time now." Einar chuckled, "No...I'm not someone who gets easily surprised...Yes, it's beautiful .There is something about this painting that is different from the others. Mike Jones..." He held out his hand for a hand shake. "Jenny Miller" She replied with a smile. "You're right...this painting came from an abandoned church around Transylvania, it has been there for a decade but magically didn't fade or got ruined...Isn't that amazing?" Amazing my face...All I can see was weird looking faces staring at my handsome face...I would want this painting for myself to scare the mouse away from the penthouse..What's wrong with Alana's taste? He thought as he stared back at the painting. "It's a good thing that it's carefully secured here in the museum..." Let's see about that...He thought before continuing the long long conversation with the flirty chic, Jenny Miller.


The sun had finally set down. Einar wore his black overall and head back to the museum. He entered through the old ventilation fan which stopped working just earlier after his own tour inside the control room. He's been doing this kind of work for seven years now and everything seems easy as pie for him. I'm born to do this...He used to say. Walking quietly as a cat, he reached the painting. I have exactly one minute to run after the alarms goes on..timer starts now...He thought then clicked his small watch before carefully grabbed the painting off the wall. The alarm rang and he run back to where he had went in. "That was easy..." He muttered as he settled the painting down on the roof before he goes out of the ventilation fan. "Yes it was.." He looked back hearing the familiar voice. "A-alana?" He called confused seeing the police beside her. "You're under arrest babe" She said. Thinking for an escape, he quickly run towards the edge of the roof but a tranquilizer hit his shoulder. "Traitor..." He had managed to say before passing out.


Einar scratched the spot where the tranquilizer had hit two years ago. "Is this some kind of reaction since I'm going to be a freeman starting today?" He muttered with a smile. He had known about the breakout plan, there's no way he won't know. With the two years of staying inside this prison, he had gained bunch of trustworthy friends. That's the advantage of being imprisoned, everyone's honest with their crimes and you don't have to pretend to be a goody two shoes. He had heard the puking act of his friend Carlo. He stood up and yell. "Hey! Someone help him. I think he's trying to kill himself!" Hearing that, the guard run towards the cell. Idiot...He thought. As quickly as the guard opened the cell, Carlo grabbed the guard's head then slammed it on the wall. Carlo threw Einar's cell key towards him then opened other cells. After a minute and a half the other guards came running, then the riot started.


He stayed inside for a while getting the feels of things. When the riot grew louder and bigger, he decided to have his escape. "It's show time..." He chuckled then make a run out of his cell. He kicked, punched, and cursed as he made his run towards the prison's lower grounds where he could escape using the underground sewer tunnel. He was panting, not exhausted but excited for his freedom when he saw someone familiar running to the opposite direction that he's going. "Old man!" He called Logan.



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[summerwine]

Thank you to @CloudyBlueDay for helping me with an issue I had!

Kara Rose Florence

Name | Kara Rose Florence | Age | 22 | Gender | Female | Sexuality | Heterosexual | Birthdate | October 5th | College Major | English | Role | The Friend


no slide no slide

Appearance

Height


5'2


Weight


112 pounds


Eyes


Hazel Eyes


Hair


Dirty Blonde


Clothing


Tonight Kara is sporting a black spaghetti strap tank top with a simple pair of high waisted shorts. For her shoes she's wearing a black and white pair of converse. Kara has a black cat tail attached to her shorts and black cat ears. Make up wise, she has on black mascara. Same with the eyeliner. Kara also added some cat whiskers and a nose. A cute simple outfit for a night out.


Distinguishing Features


There is a birthmark on her right cheek and just above her breasts.

In Depth

Personality


Kara is just your average girl. Not too girly yet not too sporty either. She just prefers to be plain... Most of the time. Sometimes Kara can get a bit out of hand if she's really feeling her outfit collection. She absolutely loves fashion. Not in a girly way though. Its the simple fashion she adores. Kara has a very dark sense of humor... Sometimes a bit raunchy of a humor too. And very, very, very sarcastic. She'd really only reveal her humor when Kara is close to someone. Kara is very intelligent. She gets A's and B's (okay, sometimes C's) in each of her college courses. Kara can be very caring if you get close to her. She just tends to put up a wall so no one gets into her loving and caring self. She thinks it makes her seem vulnerable.


See? Kara is just your average girl. For the most part. She does get frightened more than others though. She absolutely hates the pitch black, hates anything that could incorporate into something dangerous. That being said, Kara is very impulsive and does get dragged into those issues rather quickly. For example, her alcoholism she has had since she was 17. Kara was dragged into that whole issue from being impulsive. Since her alcoholism she is also a big eater. Kara could get her hands on anything and just eat it.


Thats basically Miss Kara.


Background


Kara grew up in an small apartment in New York. She was raised and born in that same apartment. Up until her mother and father had a full fledge argument about an issue with raising Kara and was removed by cps.


She was 6. Kara never really understood what happened. But it sure as hell made her more tough of a person


Kara at a young age was put in foster care. She was with many different families. Which exposed her to very different violent things. She never found the right parents until she was about 10. It was an old couple. But a caring couple who have always wanted a child but the wife could never conceive a child. When Kara came into their lives. It was a blessing. Originally the couple had a cat named Smooshie. But when Kara came into the picture, she wasn't able to pronounce the name "Smooshie" because of a speech issue. So, the cat now goes by Mooshie.


The adoptive parents had to put Kara into many therapy sessions and speech classes that she was able to grow out of some of her issues.


During her teenage years, Kara never really fit in. Though. She wasn't an outcast either. Kara was just sort "there". She got along with everyone but never let anyone in. Nor does she really now. Kara just keeps a few people close. Especially for her adoptive mother. They are very close. Kara can literally tell her anything.


When college time came around, Kara finally thought she was ready for a huge step in her life. Giving a hug to her mother and father she'd leave with her home still stuck in her heart.


Kara sort of liked College. She wasn't completely ever use to it. Including that her roommate was a stone cold bitch.


Kara did make a few close friends in college, but they all live in a house off of campus. And with all of her studying, it was hard to see them. But Kara tried to when she was able to get the chance.


Likes


Music


Writing


Coffee


Typewriters


Flowers


Alcohol


Dislikes


Loud noises


Arrogance


The Dark


Rap Music


Being in tight spaces


Fears


The Darkness


Sexual Harassment


Abuse


Self harm

Relationships

Adoptive Mother- She has been the only real thing to her as a mom and can trust her with all hear heart.


Her cat, Mooshie- Mooshie is like Kara's daughter. Mooshie very old at this point of her life. She has been with Kara ever since Kara was a child.


Adoptive Father- He's really just there. They don't really ever talk because her Adoptive Father never really wanted her in the first place. But, he doesn't hurt her and gives her all the necessities Kara needs.

Other, Including Writing Sample

Thoughts on Exploring the Basement


Well, Kara doesn't really know how she feels. This blonde knows in her mind that she shouldn't be doing this. It looks too "sketchy". At the same time, Kara feels as if its like a whole prank to scare her, "the outsider" of the friends. Complete bullshit. Nothing bad could happen in that basement... Maybe a few rats. Kara is just deciding to go along with the "prank", since all her other friends are going on with it. Why not just let them torment her, right?


Writing Sample:


Kara was sitting in her dorm. Searching through videos on Youtube to come up with a halloween costume. Kara was planning on going to this Halloween party for months for her friends. But, Kara never really pays attention. The only reason she really is going is to this party is to get some free booze and some nice socialization. Thats all someone could really ask for right?


The blonde really didn't want to go to this party. Halloween had to be her least favorite celebration of each year. During high school, Kara would just sit on her couch with Mooshie re-watching a bunch of cheesy Disney Channel Halloween movies. Her favorite had to be Halloween Town. So cheesy and cute. It made her remember some of the good parts of her childhood.


"Thinking about it now, maybe it will be a nice time..." Kara mumbled to herself as she smiled at a picture of a simple cat costume. Perfect.


Kara stood up and got her cat ears and tail from her freshman year of college. Then Kara found a nice simple outfit consisting of a tank top, and shorts. Nice and simple. It'll be very easy to dance in... Thats all Kara thought about when trying to pick out her cat costume.


She walked over to her full body mirror and looked at herself. Kara liked what she saw. But, if she was going to go to this party. She should at least do something a little with the face.


With a small grin, Kara walked over to her dresser and began to apply little cat whiskers and a nose. There, now Kara was all ready to go.


As Kara was just about to walk out the front door all the lights went out. Kara wanted to scream. She wanted to do anything but stand in the complete darkness of her dorm.


Quickly Kara ran towards the door, trying to open the door. But, to Kara's luck. It was locked.


Kara tried to compose herself as she turned on her flashlight from her phone and looked around the room. Walking over to the closet to get her baseball bat, she opened the closet. And there, right there. Her worst nightmare ever. A terrifying gory face staring up at her.


Loudly, ever so loudly, Kara screamed. It was terrifying. All these thoughts were going through her mind. Very warped thoughts on how this head could have been placed in her closet.


Hearing the dorm door open, the lights went back on and a group of seniors were laughing at her.


"I can't believe you fell for that bullshit!" One of them howled in laughter as another one was walking to the closet to pick up the "head".


"Calm down, Kara. Its just a head I made in art class... You know... For the season to be freaked." The kids continued laughing. Kara finally had enough.


"OUT!!" Kara screamed and pointed to the door.


Everyone of them looked at her like she was some psycho... Running her fingers through her hair, Kara through her phone on her bed.


Kara wanted to scream more, cry more. But no, one option left. Drink.


She took out her flask from under her bed and took a large gulp.


"Think its time to go to that party."

 

[kou]

K A I | N E W M A N

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O V E R V I E W

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name


kai desiree newman


{des + k}


age


22


gender


cisgender


sexual orientation


homosexual


birthdate


june 24th


{cancer}


college major


molecular + cellular biochemistry


role


the believer
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A P P E A R A N C E

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height


5'10


weight


133 lbs


eyes


honey brown


hair


brown, naturally curly.


kai maintains her hair by keeping it natural and cut down to her shoulders, she prefers to leave it down however in rare moments she presses it and forces it into one big bun atop her head.


clothing


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distinguishing features


her tall -and often clumsy- gait + her curly locks
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H I S T O R Y

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persona


Neurotic and reactionary would be two commonplace terms that are associated with the likes of Kai, her tense stature causing a sense of anxiety among others when conversing with her and her tendency to rarely ever finish her sentences making it slightly complicated to even approach her. With all credit given, Kai is prepared for most situations although she comes off as overprotective and paranoid when fun is meant to be had. "Enjoyment" was never a word in Kai's vocabulary and the woman's strong-willed reservations produce a sense of contempt for anything that is remotely dangerous or unethical, her pugnacious perspective on potentially endangering situations leaving her subject to the emotional torrent of "haves" and "have-nots" when facing the ideological stance of conforming or the comfort of rebelling.


Despite Kai's overtly weary stance on anything veering towards reckless, she has a subtle way of resolving conflicts by responding in a timely manner to trivial tasks and her constant need to resort to "fight-or-flight" makes it simplistic for her ability to think up a means of getting out of a sticky scenario. Kai is fast-acting -albeit a bit too overemotional- when it pertains to life or death events, her hysteria making it difficult for her to calm down once she encounters something that could cause bodily (or emotional) harm and her non-stop spiel of self-assurance (as well as a fair amount of hyperventilating) can make it hard for her to confront the possibility of not being in a secure environment. It isn't as if Kai intentionally means to down the others with her random assertions and ominous predictions, in fact, she means no harm to them or their enthusiastic nature. It's simply that Kai has always been placed in situations where survival was key and she doesn't plan on changing her notions of expecting the worst before receiving the best. As a result of the woman's foreshadowing, she feels better when in the company of others even though it does nothing to stop the sense of dread within her stomach.


Kai's all forewarning and no hint of tranquility, she's actions before words, she's flight and fight. Kai's simply trying to preserve herself in a world of dangers unknown.


biography


The birth of Kai Newman was particularly rough for her mother seeing as the woman had no husband to accompany her to the hospital room, he had passed long ago in an incident involving gasoline and a box of matches. The child's mother, Rina, was fairly put-off by the discovery that she was pregnant and was forced to find a way to compensate for the birth of her newborn child by working multiple jobs and having her deadbeat brother watch over Kai while she was gone. Kai grew up accustomed to life without a father, her mother's brother often prepping her for worst-case scenarios due to his criminal activities and her mother continuously keeping a tight rein over Kai in case she was to wander into trouble. Grades and chores were expected to be maintained within the household and in school and Kai was made to understand that her mother only longed for a life that she did not have, neglecting to tell Kai of the real circumstances surrounding her father and leading the girl to believe that he had abandoned them long ago creating a sense of mistrust for most people and a barrier that would take years to knock down in the heart of Kai. Order and discipline was a must with the young girl, her sense of derision for "childish" activities making others label her as a debby-downer and she was subject to supposedly harmless teasing for her nonchalant rants about the risks of participating in horseplay and the injuries one could sustain even occupying the playground for copious amounts of time. When middle school came round, Newman resorted to tedious methods to keep herself from being put in the middle of drama and even isolated herself from the rest of the student body for the remainder of her time in 8th grade. High school was somewhat different seeing as Kai had matured enough to start picking and choosing her allies, her mother purchasing an apartment on the less seedier side of town and her uncle involving himself with a group of other deadbeats. The girl expressed an extensive intrigue with chemistry and decided that it would be one her majors when she reached college, already having a layout for her future endeavors in the field.


Kai was 17 when she learned of the true story surrounding her father. It had come through the drunken tongue of her uncle, spoken with an eerily reminiscent tone that uncovered the real whereabouts of her father. The news devastated the girl and she took it as anyone else would, moping for months on end and eventually confronting her mother. They argued and Kai threatened to leave once she was old enough, stating that the older woman was not to be trusted and eventually choosing to reside with her uncle for a while, eventually graduating from High School and excommunicating her mother for an extended period of time. Forgiveness did not come easy and even though Kai had the comfort and solace of her friends, she still maintained her thoughts on how everything would eventually come to harm her and finalized her this by phoning her mother and making amends with the woman. The thought of not having the other woman present within her life was terrifying and Kai began visiting her mother as much as she could, finding herself comforted by the woman when she was on the verge of ripping her hair out from frustration. Residing in the new house was...unpleasant for Kai and she found herself finding other ways to occupy her time, staying in the library until it closed or snagging something to eat on her way home in order to prolong her arrival. Something about the place made her feel slightly uneasy although she marked it off as just another one of her silly fears.


She should have believed them in the first place.


likes


+cleanliness


+chemistry


+tinkering with broken things


+complaining


+cartoons


+orange juice


+old movies


+bright colors


dislikes


-recklessness


-anything that might harm her


-needles


-being ignored


-being called crazy or paranoid


-unpredictable situations/people


-constant optimism


fears


*kai fears not having a grasp on what's going to happen next, being unable to think of a logical solution for something. she does not like being put into places where she's not able to control her bodily reactions or her thoughts, it scares her.


the thought of completely disappearing. the notion of death has never appealed to kai and she's even more scared of never being fully there, she is terrified of having people pass over her like a rock in a river and she needs constant validation to ensure otherwise.


injections. needles have always scared kai, it takes a lot to get her to even go near one and she doesn't like anything that is capable of piercing one's skin. it's unpleasant and invasive.


mazes. nothing is worse than getting lost and, to kai, it's a big deal. she hates feeling flabbergasted and she HATES not having an exact layout of a place.
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O T H E R

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relationships


mother- despite the initial reservations to speak with her mother after the "father" incident, she is now civil with the woman although trusting her is another story completely.


uncle- kai is extremely close to her uncle seeing as he watched her for the better portion of her life, they get along while and she shares no qualms with him.


other- to be listed.


theme songs

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thoughts on exploring the basement


kai is extremely adamant about not venturing down into the basement and is going to be rather outspoken about advising against it.


writing sample


taken from: Detailed - O B I T U S - N O X


The archives were quiet.


By that, October meant that she was deaf and, surprisingly, there was a severe lack of sound. Shocking. On days such as this one, the young woman found comfort in climbing onto one of the alarmingly high shelves (due to the wideness of the surface) and positioning herself to where she could immediately spot out anyone who dared to enter the room, grabbing a book along the way for entertainment. Rarely anyone ever interrupted October although she found it amusing to intimidate those who chose to do so, ridding herself of the vacant need for the company of another in order to swat off anyone whom appeared to be sticking their (unwanted) noses in her businesses. It always surprised her that many agents were unable to sign, coming off as severely illiterate due to their inability to understand even the most simplistic translations she provided them with. The lack of accessibility to those who were deaf was uncanny and, quite frankly, annoying in many situations. With this thought in mind, October hurled the book as far as she could, taking silent pleasure in the vibration which occurred due to the object coming into contact with wood. She could not hear the sound so to speak however the science of "wavelengths" was one hell of a thing. The room seemed to settle and October inaudibly sighed, one leg draped over the edge whereas the other moved in a circular motion to prevent numbness from remaining still. The wood dug into the archivist's back, the prominent smell of dust and mold permeating the air and intermingling with the faint scent of cinnamon which emitted from the young woman's sweater. There was a moment in which October was drifting towards the embrace of sleep however that was unfortunately interrupted by a hand which tugged on October's foot causing the woman to jump up in an attempt to pull away only to see a familiar face grinning at the audible reaction they had received.


October contemplated the split-second reaction of a fist connecting with the man's nose although the few seconds in which she savored the imaginary image was once more brought to a standstill as she was all but pulled from her perch atop the shelf, clutching onto fabric as she met the ground and glaring at her father's shaking figure. He was laughing. The asshole. Removing her hands from the older man's shirt, October made sure he clearly saw her flipping him off and was thankful for her inability to hear the way in which his laughter increased, leaning against the shelf she had fallen from in an attempt to steady herself. Once the initial hilarity wore off, her father straightened himself, embracing his daughter despite her constant endeavors to remove herself from Malik's grip. October finally gave in and allowed herself to be hugged, pulling away (almost reluctantly) and raising an eyebrow at Malik's large form which loomed over her. The man was a gentle giant almost, an affectionate expression on his face as he gazed at October which was met with a blatant look of defiance. After a minute had passed, Malik rose his hands, calloused palms turning to face her as he signed out a half-hearted and equally sloppy "how are you?"


Malik had been attempting to understand ASL and October credited him with his dedication however they both knew that such a thing would not be mastered anytime soon although the young woman was fine with how hard her father had been trying. The stubbornness wore away to something akin to resignation and October smiled ever so slightly, moving her hands and returning the gesture. "I am fine, father. How are you?" With that, Malik described in painstaking detail everything that had occurred since he had awoke and October felt her smile grow wider as she "listened" in, finding herself content with the security her father was able to provide before feeling the emptiness as he hugged her once more, her hands coming to wrap around him and her head burying into his shoulder. It was almost as if she was a child once more, the noticeable smell of oil and cocoa butter exuding from her father and bringing back memories of when she had her hearing. It was a sad thought, tinged with a bittersweet recollection of how she was able to hear the gruffness of her father's tone when he spoke...the thought disappeared as quickly as it came once Malik pulled away, exchanging another goodbye and taking his leave.


Once more October was left to her own devices, the woman returning to her desk which was shoved behind a rather large bookshelf and sinking into the computer chair, sighing once more and closing her eyes. The day would be slow, no doubt.


She missed her father's presence already.

 

[Nai]

翔 淳

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Requisites

翔 淳

NAME:


Noboru (翔) Kiyoshi (淳)


AGE:


Twenty-two


GENDER


Male


SEXUAL ORIENTATION:


Pansexual


BIRTHDATE:


Dec 5th


COLLEGE MAJOR:


Pre-Med Student


ROLE:


The Authority Figure, or better known as the "Mom" of the group.

Appearance

翔 淳

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HEIGHT:


182.3 cm (5' 11.5")


WEIGHT:


70.7 kg (155.9 lb)


EYES:


Dark brown


HAIR:


Nobu's dark brown hair is known to be a tousled mess, unless styled properly with, and only with, a large array of hair products; to which he would never admit.


CLOTHING:


Throughout his early years of college Nobu was known to dress rather messily, growing rather impassive about his wardrobe as the end of the semester grew near. Although, since the start of his pre-med career, he has made an effort to dress far more appropriately; his closet is now filled with casual-formal attire.


He finds it a success.


DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:


Nobu has a small birthmark located on the bottom left corner beneath his eye. He tends to get embarrassed when mentioned about it; He's been told it makes him look feminine, and he blushes.

In Depth

翔 淳

PERSONALITY


Throughout Noboru Kiyoshi's life, he has lived a rather patent life, that being said, his characteristics favor one of an impassive individual whom seeks nothing more than to succeed in his own arbitrary pleasures. He's known to maintain a rather quiet demeanor at times and finds himself blatantly interjecting his own comments when he's feeling whimsical. That said, he isn't introverted in the slightest, but instead just chooses to exclude himself from certain events if seeming impractical or un-beneficial. Although, this also doesn't coincide with his emotional stand point as a person. Kiyoshi has been known to be a rather kind-hearted soul when moved, not any waterworks needed, but does carry a sorts of empathy for anyone in need. He's also been known to be a painter in his spare time, and dotes vehemently at his father's old history books. This could also tie into his wistful need for a change in his dull life.

翔 淳

BACKGROUND





Noboru Kiyoshi


翔 淳

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Nobu 信​

Since a young age, Nobu had grown up praised. His academic capabilities, undoubtedly, astonishing in the eyes of his parents, who relinquished in the ideal that their son would take over the household one day. And whilst the ideal and praise settled nicely as a child, he hadn't expected much when his parents left for long hours of the day, only to return tired and have little to no time left for him. The idea of living alone never bothered him as much considering his paternal grandmother, or more formally known as "the Head of the Household", took care of him; or more accordingly put, the servants of the household did.​

His grandmother was a stern woman, highly praised and well respected for her duties as a company head in the mechanics industry. Although, that being said, Nobu hadn't once picked up any sort of skills regarding mechanics. His grandmother had hope regardless, the idea that he'd serve to provide other means for the family stood great. She sought it as a means of expanding, and he was merely the branch that lead them there.











It was little over a month after his mother's death, where she was found fatally wounded in a car accident one late night before Nobu's birthday and it left Nobu shaken. He blamed himself for his mother's accident. If he hadn't asked her to come home sooner,

she wouldn't have died!

His family broke apart afterwards, his father disappearing five months later and reappearing engaged two years later.

He had graduated high school shortly after the marriage and found himself leaving home, abandoning his virtues as the successor to the family shortly after the birth of his step-brother, who would undoubtedly take his place.​

He spent most of his late adolescence and early adulthood, scouting for jobs and diving into his studies for pre-med; His mother a proud inspiration. It was around his early year he had joined his group of friends who decided to pitch in to renting out a place together. The idea seemed practical, and found it as a means of


escapism


from his worn-out life.

LIKES


Owls, Vollyball, Books, Writing, Lounging, Soft music


DISLIKES


Irresponsibilty, Drinking, Persistance, Ignorance, Bubble gum


FEARS


Asphyxiation / Suffocated


Drowning


Heights
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Relationships

Ø

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Øther

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THOUGHTS ON THE BASEMENT:


The idea of getting drunk seems unsavory for Nobu, he was never a drinker in the first place. His last attempt at it left him with the unfortunate event of discovering he was a lightweight and with a raging headache in the morning, he couldn't for the life of him coincide that life was even worth living.


His current mission for the night was to try to maintain everyone from doing anything they may regret, even if it meant ruining their fun for the night. It only proved fruitless however, considering he's only managed to tag along, and is sure his forehead is undoubtedly earning more wrinkles than it's worth.


CURRENT CONCERN:


He gets the feeling that animals dislike him.

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Writing Sample

Detailed - Calamity
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Carter spoke up once again, his voice weak and distant as the night settled far into the distant, "Hey, Dazai?"


Dazai said nothing, watching the wilt of the plants take polygon shapes behind his lids, before settling his gaze across the room to nowhere in particular.


"I miss looking at the clouds with you."


There was a pregnant pause in the room, before the distant sound of scathing wind rustling the nearby window settled, and Dazai found himself whispering Carter's name like a soft prayer.


—and not too long after, found himself settled down between the crevices of Carter’s wilted buds, and managed a reassuring hand on upon his trembling defiant one.


“... We can still look at the clouds together.” He whispered, as if the very room was as frail as their intimacy.


Perhaps Carter was right, He found himself humming, as he stared wistfully along the small slope of Carter’s neck, his eyes following up the soft curves of his lips that seemed to have fallen pink, much like the whites of his eyes, and It wasn’t long before he found himself caressing the soft reign of his high cheekbones. “We can still do so much together, but right now…” He caught himself after a brief moment of undivided bliss, and swallowed down a lump of spit that felt all too much like the remorse crawling up his throat.


“We …” He added as an afterthought, his eyes lost in their laps, as he clasped their hands together and cradling the forgotten plants, “We need to look out for each other, so please. Let me be the one to take care of you, you don’t have to act strong, neither of us do—”


It’s the reason we have each other. Is what he wants to add, but the words die on his tongue, and the screams of the dead are suddenly louder than ever.

Detailed -

The World is a Dark Place



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Beneath the orange sundial glow of the dwindling evening sun laid a note, crumpled and tapered, abused by an intangible grip of the mind. The letter in all it’s irrespective glory and suspended like a piece of flyer in afternoon October wind, haunted like prompt. A reminder of his differences, and a possessor of the truth he’d been so keen on hiding. The truth was, Ishihara wasn’t meant to live a life of savage intuitive skills, yet he’ll spend nights lounging in lone bars, sipping drinks that taste all too putrid, and flicking his wrist uncharacteristically blasé to a scene he’d already seen. Spending nights honing the pleasure-seeking rush he’d been too eager to gather since his days of volleyball ended. He felt like a child, in a body of a twenty-nine year old, who’d never had the chance to go out and discover the wonders of late-night party-goers. It became a dream, he’d seen go far too retributive to consider it now than just simple-minded fun.


Had Ishihara known he would’ve fallen so low after his first encounter with death, maybe he would’ve considered the aftermath and consequences of relinquishing insybaritic criminal acts. How ironic, A doctor by day, and a murderer by night. Or maybe not…


Upon entering the condominium, he was met with the usual greeting of the receptionist, a woman with a peculiar set of hazel eyes that only ever caught Ishihara’s attention once, the very first day he met her as a junior resident doc. At the time, she sported a bob cut that left her brown hair and face springing with all the life of the morning summer sun, now, it was different. She’d long lost her bob cut, long hair replacing the drape on her shoulders, feigning a smile that only ever worked on her cheating husband.


“Evening to you too, Hana.” Ishihara replied back with a hum of acknowledgement and watched just as the doors to the elevator shut, the way the curves of her distilled face fell as she fell silent with a nod. “We’re all different, —in the same game, dealing with different levels but all with similar hells. Just different devils.”
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