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𝐴 𝐺𝑂𝐷 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐷.
IRIS MCNAMARA
THE MEDIA
coded by natasha.
— T H E M A Y O R —
Atticus Grant McNamara
Atticus has been the ideal mayor for Chicago years before his actual running. At least, that's what the press says. A man with gumption, ambition, and more than half the hearts of Chicago, it was a wonder he took as long as he did. It was practically a years long campaign for the position. He's a man that adores listening to the public and has a lot of liberal ideas in mind. It's a damn shame only two years into office everything had to go to shit. People and politics are his style, not... whatever this is. Thankfully, he's a man with connections in and out of the city and he's as smart as the articles say.
Atticus is a man with liberal values and a daughter he loves. A wayward wife too, but we won't get into that. He is dedicated to helping the situation at hand and being a pillar of strength and security for the people of Chicago. Even if he's also scared shitless sometimes by the happenings of the city. He wants to keep his daughter safe, even if she's doing everything in her power to dodge his attempts to do so. He has no idea about her new affiliation with Jarvis, and probably doesn't know about Jarvis either.
Just a good man who has to make tough decisions, who loves spaghetti and his daughter (usually in the same place), and the city of Chicago.
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wickedlittlecritta
lord of misrule
aleksandr romanov
the authority
coded by natasha.
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Israel
Junior Member
Full Name:
Asher Roth-Guttman
Nickname(s)-
Ash
Age:
23 years-old
Role:
The Lore
Occupation:
University Librarian
Gender:
Cisgender Male
Sexual Orientation:
Identifies as Bisexual, although would be considered Biromantic Demisexual.
Ethnicity:
Ashkenazi Jewish
Appearance:
Hair - Wavy, black locks that fall into a messy style. Asher usually keeps it short as he knows that he won’t maintain anything longer.
Eyes - A steely, gray color.
Facial Features - Asher has a very youthful complexion, he is often mistaken for being a senior in high school rather than a man in his early-to-mid twenties. His ears are small and kind of pointed, giving him a rather elvish appearance.
Physique - Asher stands at around 5’7 and with a weight around 132 lbs, he is considered very lean. The small stature does not help those trying to guess his age.
Body Modifications - In both of his earlobes he has 12mm gauges. He also has two helix piercings in his left ear.
Clothing Style - Asher has a kind of grunge/alternative look. Most, if not all, of his clothing is black. You will often see him wearing ripped skinny jeans, T.U.K. sneakers (very comfortable and easy to run in), and partial mesh t-shirts. (Think this when wondering what his clothing is like: imgur.com/VTafz65)
Accessories - Asher is always wearing his silver Star of David pendant. You will also never see him without his leather watch, a small silver face that his dad gave him as a graduation present. He may also wear a few leather bracelets on his right arm, depending on his mood.
Background:
Asher was born into a rather wealthy family in Chicago. It all started when his father, an Israeli startup genius and entrepreneur, met his mother, an intellectual researcher and professor at the University of Chicago from a well-known American-Jewish family, at one of her public seminars. Struck by both her beauty and knowledge, Asher’s father was determined to meet this woman and ask her out on a date. Charmed by the handsome, albeit direct, man, Asher’s mother decided to take the man up on his offer. Three years later, Asher’s oldest brother was born. Along with his oldest brother, his mother and father would have a set of fraternal twins before they had Asher. After Asher, his parents would have one last child (Asher’s younger sister).
While growing up, Asher was definitely described as a “mama’s boy” and had a very close relationship with his mother. That wasn’t to say his father and him didn’t get along, but he was definitely closer to his mother than his father. Growing up, it was soon revealed that he had received his mother’s intellect when it came to academics, specifically history and math were his two best subjects in his primary schooling.
For the most part, his early years were quite normal (excluding the sporadic bullying) and would probably be considered quite boring. When it came to his teenage years, it wasn’t all that different from his prior years of life. Excluding the typical teenage shenanigans (i.e. partying). At the age of seventeen, he was accepted into the University of Chicago. If only he had known about what was to become, he would’ve probably done his university schooling in the West Coast or East Coast like his older twin siblings.
When the earthquake happened and everything started going downhill, Asher was only a college freshman. It wasn’t until he saw one of his fellow students taking a chunk out of a female student's shoulder in one of his classes did he realize that not everything was normal. When the student-turned-zombie came after him, he only knew what he could do. Flip the zombie over his shoulder and run while the thing was down.
Eventually Asher would return to his university, but not as a student and instead a librarian to research and preserve the university’s library. After five years, Asher would receive an odd email that interested him. He had certainly received a lot of weird emails from people relaying strange conspiracies and trying to submit weird papers that weren’t backed by anything peer-reviewed (their sources would include: myself and my experiences, gibberish, or that they couldn’t state their sources because the government would kill them, etc.). The difference about this email was that it was eloquently written and stated things that intrigued Asher.
Family:
Avraham Roth - Father, 60 male (deceased)
Miriam Roth-Guttman - Mother, 58 female (alive)
Yered Roth - Oldest brother, 27 male (unknown, assumed to be deceased)
Idit Roth-Guttman - Older sister, 25 female (alive)
Idan Roth-Guttman - Older brother, 25 male (alive)
Netta Roth-Guttman - Younger sister, 18 female (alive)
Skills:
Self-defense: At a young age, Asher was bully and tormented. After a few times of Asher returning home from school with bloody noses and bruises, his dad put him in self-defense classes, specifically Krav Maga. While he isn’t the greatest at it, it certainly helped Asher from elementary to high school.
Agility: While Asher may not be the strongest individual in a room, he has quick reflexes and is quite fast.
Historical Knowledge: Asher has a knack of remembering a lot of historical information, specifically events and characters.
Horror Media Knowledge: From the time he was a young teenager, Asher has always watched a lot of horror movies and read horror comics/books.
Polyglot: Asher is considered quite fluent in four languages (English, Hebrew, Yiddish, and Romanian).
Worst Fear: Acrophobia and losing someone. While the acrophobia is limited to tall structures (such as being on top of a building or in a stadium), he will either freeze up or freak out.
Favorite Things: Reading, goth/post-punk music, horror movies, caffeine (specifically black coffee and energy drinks),
Favorite Horror Media:
Asher specifically likes slasher movies (like Halloween and Friday the 13th). He is also a fan of the supernatural (specifically ghosts and vampires). He is especially a fan of the 30 Days of Night franchise (both the movies and comics).
Most Hated Horror Media:
He is not a fan of excessive gore. He believes that a lot of films rely too much on the gruesome sight of gore instead of giving a good story.
Personality:
Asher is a rather shy and bookish individual and is often mistaken for being standoffish (he often forgets to smile and his clothing/aesthetic doesn’t exactly give off warm vibes). However when you get to know Asher he is actually a rather playful and friendly person. Although he is not without his own faults. He is often persistently stubborn and direct, an attribute he adopted from his Israeli father. While he doesn’t mean to come off as rude, many have interpreted his directness and stubborn streak as such. He might also be considered by many to be immature or childish at times. Despite these flaws, Asher is consistently a reliable and honorable person. He is not one to leave someone behind and is not a fan of sacrifice.
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Togy
The Fashionable Crab
"Today has been the worst day of my life"
-Whitley Holiday, today
"Today has been the worst day of my life"
-Whitley Holiday, yesterday
Whitley, circa 2021, having a very bad day
Full 'Nickname' Name:
Whitley "Wit" Holiday
Age:
47
D.O.B.
December 28th, 1974
Sex:
Male
Role:
The Getaway driver
One of Your Most Favorite Things in the World:
His 1970 Ford Mustang muscle car. Well, second to his daughter. Maybe.
Most Hated Horror Media:
All of it. Holiday holds no love for the horror genre. He thinks everything about it is overdone, poorly made, and completely unoriginal. He thinks horror nowadays has devolved into this kind of mainstream trash where everything's too dark to see and loud noises are supposed to be scary. He could watch or play any piece of horror media and be completely unphased by the end.
There is one thing he does like though. The Truman Show, which he steadfastly claims is a horror movie. Imagine slowly realizing everything about your life, from birth to where you are now, has been a completely fictionary story created by people you don't know to entertain people you don't know. Where everyone you knew and love were never really people you knew at all and your life had never been your own in the first place. Now that, that is scary.
---
Occupation
Personal Chauffeur, former Car Thief, Mechanic, Nascar driver, Unlicensed Pilot, and a litany of other jobs.
Personality
Holiday, a snarky, wisecracking smartass with years of dealing with dumb bullshit under his belt and a "No riddle me this shit" attitude. With a complete and willful disregard for any and every rule he knows, Holiday is a strange mix between overly cautious and balls to the walls reckless. When things are going to plan, then he's fine. When he's roaring down the highway at 120, barreling through oncoming traffic? Well, even he's not sure how it came to that, but he's willing to take a lot more risks at that point. What's a little more life and death tension to an insurmountable pile of it, right?
Holiday might come off as a little prickly, even a little self-serving, but he's a good person at heart. He's extremely loyal, and while he's not brave, he's extremely courageous in the way that he can overcome his fears and operate the best he possibly can under pressure regardless. Plus, he has plenty of wise advice only a middle-aged man could give. He's already screwed up in every way imaginable, all he has to do is tell people not to do what he does. Simple. All in all, there are worse people to have your back.
Appearance
Messy brown hair sits over a 9 O'clock shadow with his sloppily maintained facial hair resembling a goatee. Bags are perpetually under his eyes and his face is almost always schooled into a tired frown. If you don't find a cigarette blowing between his lips, then take a picture, it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience!
At least he dresses to impress. He never leaves the house unless he's in some kind of suit, preferring white and blue colors over black and white two-piece suits. The dress shoes and slacks he wears aren't great for running, but at least they look stylish. On his ring finger, he still wears his simple gold ring.
Other than that, currently, Holiday is stuck with a cast around his wrist at the moment. The doctors say he should be able to ditch it in a week or two, so he'll be spick and span soon enough. And don't worry, he can still drive with both hands at the very least.
Background
Even on the day of his birth, lady luck took one good look at Whitley Holiday and threw up all over him. He'd quickly realize this was a recurring theme in his life when his mom died giving birth to him and his dad found solace nursing bottles after the fact. Whitley's childhood, to put it lightly, wasn't very easy. He could easily blame his future life decisions on his upbringing on the streets of Baltimore, but if he's really being honest with himself, that's just an excuse. Most of the bad times he found himself in later in life were clearly because of his own piss poor decisions.
By the time he was 13, he'd gotten slammed into Juvie after stealing a neighbor's car and crashing it into a lamp post. From there, it was all a downward spiral. He'd have frequent run-ins with cops, constantly get suspended from school, and was generally a little hellspawn. He was released from Juvie shortly before he graduated high school, but he never went to college. The day he turned 18, he bought a bus ticket and skipped town. That's when his "Young and dumb" phase really started.
He began traveling the states, picking up odd jobs here and there as he went. Steal, sorry, "Repossess" some cars for dealerships, snag a job at a taxi company here and there, work as a mechanic when he stayed in one place long enough, the works. His work rapidly became less and less legitimate though, and before he knew it, he was 22, sneaking into Hollywood mansions over LA, stealing Ferraris and Lamborghinis for an international car theft ring. Don't ask him how the hell that happened, he's not sure either. That was back in the late 90s, and his memories of that decade were nothing but a drunken blur, and if that was the case, then the 2000s acted as his hangover.
He fondly remembers each high-speed police chase he got caught up in back then. What can he say, they were pretty badass. One of his favorites, a chase through the Los Angeles canals in 1999, resulted in him getting pit maneuvred to hell and back, spinning out, and wrapping his car around a cement column. The memory got a whole lot less fond when the cops slapped some cuffs on him and said he was facing 10 years, and when the doctors said he'd damaged his spine and may never walk again. Jokes on them though, he still has working legs and only got 3 years in the slammer.
Prison seemed to have finally knocked some sense into him, and after getting released at the age of 28 he went clean. He even signed on as a Nascar racer, which was, well, a really weird phase in his life. He quickly became known as one of the most violent racers in Nascar history, running at least 2 to 4 other racers off the track per race. Combine his extremely aggressive driving with his impressive amount of skill behind the wheel and he made for one of the most...interesting racers in the 2 seasons he acted as a driver. Knocking the likes of Matt Kenneth off the track quickly soured his reputation though, and the quickly piling lawsuits from other racers were starting to become worrying. He proudly holds the title of the single most hated racer in Nascar from 2003-2004.
During that time, he'd met his wife, Claire Rye. The second she entered his life, it got a lot more boring. Maybe that was for the best because he couldn't see himself living a long life while keeping up his misadventures. Claire had a way of making him soft and really helped him clean up his act after prison. He started working as a Chauffer, started wearing suits, and moved to Chicago with her. One night, they got drunk and decided to get married in a diner. Turns out, proposing with onion rings and making the waiter your officiant does not legally qualify as getting married. That was alright though, they did it right 3 weeks later.
Then came his daughter, and again, his life was slowing down at this point. Everything was becoming more tame, as if he was already retired.
Then George A. Romero himself looked down from heaven, decided he never really liked Chicago anyway, and opened a portal to hell. 2 weeks after the fog came, he had to bury his wife. He doesn't like to talk about it.
Left with his 11 year old daughter by himself, Holiday tried to make the best of a bad situation. Really, he did. It was just...draining. He slipped into some old habits, drinking, smoking, he's not proud of it. At least he had a steady job. With luck, they could just wait for the whole thing to blow over.
Then, a little less than a month ago, some eldritch abomination tried breaking into his apartment building. Holiday might not be the bravest, but he knew what he had to do when duty calls. So, he drove through the front of the building and ran it over in the lobby. Multiple times, until it got the message to stop squirming and die already. He didn't come out unscathed though, the thing managed to snap his wrist in 3 places before going limp. He's only just very recently been let out of the hospital with a cast.
Skills
Street smarts: He grew up in Baltimore, he learned a thing or two. From hotwiring to picking locks, Whitley knows some less than legal techniques.
Mechanic: Able to fix most cars given enough time and the right tools.
Driving: He's not exaggerating when he says he can drive pretty much anything.
Faults
Prone To Injury: He never seems to come out of anything unharmed.
Chain smoker: His lungs are more Nicotine than air at this point.
Alcoholic: It doesn't bode well when your getaway driver is drunk, does it?
Middle Aged: He's 47. Holiday's going to be the wrong side of 50 in just three short years, he's getting old.
Family and friends:
Cassidy Holiday, 16, daughter
Claire Holiday, deceased, wife
Catherine Rye, 34, sister-in-law
-Whitley Holiday, today
"Today has been the worst day of my life"
-Whitley Holiday, yesterday
Whitley, circa 2021, having a very bad day
Full 'Nickname' Name:
Whitley "Wit" Holiday
Age:
47
D.O.B.
December 28th, 1974
Sex:
Male
Role:
The Getaway driver
One of Your Most Favorite Things in the World:
His 1970 Ford Mustang muscle car. Well, second to his daughter. Maybe.
Most Hated Horror Media:
All of it. Holiday holds no love for the horror genre. He thinks everything about it is overdone, poorly made, and completely unoriginal. He thinks horror nowadays has devolved into this kind of mainstream trash where everything's too dark to see and loud noises are supposed to be scary. He could watch or play any piece of horror media and be completely unphased by the end.
There is one thing he does like though. The Truman Show, which he steadfastly claims is a horror movie. Imagine slowly realizing everything about your life, from birth to where you are now, has been a completely fictionary story created by people you don't know to entertain people you don't know. Where everyone you knew and love were never really people you knew at all and your life had never been your own in the first place. Now that, that is scary.
---
Occupation
Personal Chauffeur, former Car Thief, Mechanic, Nascar driver, Unlicensed Pilot, and a litany of other jobs.
Personality
Holiday, a snarky, wisecracking smartass with years of dealing with dumb bullshit under his belt and a "No riddle me this shit" attitude. With a complete and willful disregard for any and every rule he knows, Holiday is a strange mix between overly cautious and balls to the walls reckless. When things are going to plan, then he's fine. When he's roaring down the highway at 120, barreling through oncoming traffic? Well, even he's not sure how it came to that, but he's willing to take a lot more risks at that point. What's a little more life and death tension to an insurmountable pile of it, right?
Holiday might come off as a little prickly, even a little self-serving, but he's a good person at heart. He's extremely loyal, and while he's not brave, he's extremely courageous in the way that he can overcome his fears and operate the best he possibly can under pressure regardless. Plus, he has plenty of wise advice only a middle-aged man could give. He's already screwed up in every way imaginable, all he has to do is tell people not to do what he does. Simple. All in all, there are worse people to have your back.
Appearance
Messy brown hair sits over a 9 O'clock shadow with his sloppily maintained facial hair resembling a goatee. Bags are perpetually under his eyes and his face is almost always schooled into a tired frown. If you don't find a cigarette blowing between his lips, then take a picture, it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience!
At least he dresses to impress. He never leaves the house unless he's in some kind of suit, preferring white and blue colors over black and white two-piece suits. The dress shoes and slacks he wears aren't great for running, but at least they look stylish. On his ring finger, he still wears his simple gold ring.
Other than that, currently, Holiday is stuck with a cast around his wrist at the moment. The doctors say he should be able to ditch it in a week or two, so he'll be spick and span soon enough. And don't worry, he can still drive with both hands at the very least.
Background
Even on the day of his birth, lady luck took one good look at Whitley Holiday and threw up all over him. He'd quickly realize this was a recurring theme in his life when his mom died giving birth to him and his dad found solace nursing bottles after the fact. Whitley's childhood, to put it lightly, wasn't very easy. He could easily blame his future life decisions on his upbringing on the streets of Baltimore, but if he's really being honest with himself, that's just an excuse. Most of the bad times he found himself in later in life were clearly because of his own piss poor decisions.
By the time he was 13, he'd gotten slammed into Juvie after stealing a neighbor's car and crashing it into a lamp post. From there, it was all a downward spiral. He'd have frequent run-ins with cops, constantly get suspended from school, and was generally a little hellspawn. He was released from Juvie shortly before he graduated high school, but he never went to college. The day he turned 18, he bought a bus ticket and skipped town. That's when his "Young and dumb" phase really started.
He began traveling the states, picking up odd jobs here and there as he went. Steal, sorry, "Repossess" some cars for dealerships, snag a job at a taxi company here and there, work as a mechanic when he stayed in one place long enough, the works. His work rapidly became less and less legitimate though, and before he knew it, he was 22, sneaking into Hollywood mansions over LA, stealing Ferraris and Lamborghinis for an international car theft ring. Don't ask him how the hell that happened, he's not sure either. That was back in the late 90s, and his memories of that decade were nothing but a drunken blur, and if that was the case, then the 2000s acted as his hangover.
He fondly remembers each high-speed police chase he got caught up in back then. What can he say, they were pretty badass. One of his favorites, a chase through the Los Angeles canals in 1999, resulted in him getting pit maneuvred to hell and back, spinning out, and wrapping his car around a cement column. The memory got a whole lot less fond when the cops slapped some cuffs on him and said he was facing 10 years, and when the doctors said he'd damaged his spine and may never walk again. Jokes on them though, he still has working legs and only got 3 years in the slammer.
Prison seemed to have finally knocked some sense into him, and after getting released at the age of 28 he went clean. He even signed on as a Nascar racer, which was, well, a really weird phase in his life. He quickly became known as one of the most violent racers in Nascar history, running at least 2 to 4 other racers off the track per race. Combine his extremely aggressive driving with his impressive amount of skill behind the wheel and he made for one of the most...interesting racers in the 2 seasons he acted as a driver. Knocking the likes of Matt Kenneth off the track quickly soured his reputation though, and the quickly piling lawsuits from other racers were starting to become worrying. He proudly holds the title of the single most hated racer in Nascar from 2003-2004.
During that time, he'd met his wife, Claire Rye. The second she entered his life, it got a lot more boring. Maybe that was for the best because he couldn't see himself living a long life while keeping up his misadventures. Claire had a way of making him soft and really helped him clean up his act after prison. He started working as a Chauffer, started wearing suits, and moved to Chicago with her. One night, they got drunk and decided to get married in a diner. Turns out, proposing with onion rings and making the waiter your officiant does not legally qualify as getting married. That was alright though, they did it right 3 weeks later.
Then came his daughter, and again, his life was slowing down at this point. Everything was becoming more tame, as if he was already retired.
Then George A. Romero himself looked down from heaven, decided he never really liked Chicago anyway, and opened a portal to hell. 2 weeks after the fog came, he had to bury his wife. He doesn't like to talk about it.
Left with his 11 year old daughter by himself, Holiday tried to make the best of a bad situation. Really, he did. It was just...draining. He slipped into some old habits, drinking, smoking, he's not proud of it. At least he had a steady job. With luck, they could just wait for the whole thing to blow over.
Then, a little less than a month ago, some eldritch abomination tried breaking into his apartment building. Holiday might not be the bravest, but he knew what he had to do when duty calls. So, he drove through the front of the building and ran it over in the lobby. Multiple times, until it got the message to stop squirming and die already. He didn't come out unscathed though, the thing managed to snap his wrist in 3 places before going limp. He's only just very recently been let out of the hospital with a cast.
Skills
Street smarts: He grew up in Baltimore, he learned a thing or two. From hotwiring to picking locks, Whitley knows some less than legal techniques.
Mechanic: Able to fix most cars given enough time and the right tools.
Driving: He's not exaggerating when he says he can drive pretty much anything.
Faults
Prone To Injury: He never seems to come out of anything unharmed.
Chain smoker: His lungs are more Nicotine than air at this point.
Alcoholic: It doesn't bode well when your getaway driver is drunk, does it?
Middle Aged: He's 47. Holiday's going to be the wrong side of 50 in just three short years, he's getting old.
Family and friends:
Cassidy Holiday, 16, daughter
Claire Holiday, deceased, wife
Catherine Rye, 34, sister-in-law
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BELIAL.
wanna bewitch you in the moonlight
lynn morrison
the science
coded by natasha.
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𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦﹗
bethany cohen
the youth
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