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• General Info
• Character Sheet
• NPC Characters
• Writing Sample
• Writing Sample Prompts
• Killer Selection and Character Deaths

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  General Info​
  
  So I just wanted to write here as a preface to the signup sheet that I'm not very picky with my characters in terms of details regarding their height/appearance/favorite food and random qualities like that. What I am picky on is that the character designed and written should fit the world that this Roleplay takes place in. This roleplay is fairly central in the world of 1980's slashers like Friday the 13th, The Dorm That Dripped Blood, Final Exam, Maniac, and Terror Train. It takes place in the 1980s so please keep that in mind when designing your character. Feel free to embrace the tropes and archetypes typically found in Slashers like the ones below:
  
  
  • The Shy Girl
  • The Jock
  • The Red Herring
  • The Party Girl/Guy
  • The Nerd
  • The Mean Girl
  • The Cop
  • The Instructor/The Dean
  • The Stoner
  • The Fool
  • The Nice Guy
  And in case you need any information on the university itself, check up on the locations thread found here: Realistic or Modern - Student Bodies - Locations
  
  
  
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  Character Sheet​
  
  
  || Name ||
  
  || Age ||
  
  || Appearance (Description or Image will do) ||
  
  || Brief History/Backstory (What do they study at Sommerset University? What are their Goals? Are they involved in any sports or organizations on Campus?) ||
  
  || Personality ||
  
  || Anything Else (Anything else you feel would help expand your character's depth) ||
  
  || Your Character's Theme (Pick a fun 80's song you think your character would love) ||
  
  
  
  
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  NPC Characters​
  
  Feel free to interact with any of these characters as part of your storytelling! You can write them in however you want.
  
  
  
  
  || Kimberley Whitmore ||
  
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  || The newest member of Kappa Tau Kappa, Kimberley Whitmore came to Sommerset one year ago with the intention of making a name for herself as one of the friendliest faces on campus. Known in her hometown for being crowned as the winner in the town's yearly beauty pageant, Kimberley came to Sommerset hoping to prove to her classmates that she's more than just a pretty face. She enrolled as a Business major and intends on climbing the ladder of a male-dominated society all the way to the very top. ||
  
  || Kimberley is fierce in her ambition yet never fails to lend a helping hand to the women around her. She's determined, strong-willed, and motivated by her need to prove herself worthy of her male classmates. Despite all this, Kimberely appreciates the value of material goods and aesthetics. She understands that looking good in kitten heels and being a power player are not mutually exclusive. ||
  
  
  
  
  
  || Titus Jefferson ||
  
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  || Hailing from downstate New York from in the borough of The Bronx, is Titus Jefferson. After living in the Bronx for all his life, Titus developed an unwavering love for Basketball, a love that eventually turned into a true talent for the game. He earned his way to a full-ride scholarship for Sommerset University and kissed his life in the rough and tumble streets of the city behind him. Titus is an Inner-city boy at heart and at times has found it hard to adapt to Sommerset's rural nature. Despite feeling like a fish out of water, Titus had no trouble making friends both on and off the courts. With a full-time steady girlfriend Shyla by his side, Titus is an athletic marvel by day and a party animal by night. ||
  
  || While Titus is known by many to be a fun-loving carefree guy, he still manages to hold on to the cold and defensive ways he learned while surviving on the streets of New York. The time spent in hardship has done little to deter his ambition but has made him a much more grateful person and he will waste no time telling you that. He's earnest and humble, yet confident.||
  
  
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  || Mary Jane Fritz ||
  
  || 19 ||
  
  || A true hard worker, Mary Jane hails from the Upper East Side of New York City. Shyla's father, a mogul in the plastic industry, paid for his daughter's private schooling all throughout her childhood. He instilled a sense of hard work and appreciation of material goods in her. She's currently a major in Art History with a minor in Spanish. She's a sister of Sigma Sigma Sigma.||
  
  || Mary Jane is well-read and well-spoken. She cares deeply about her sisters and her sister's safety. She has aspirations to run for chapter president come the fall and is willing to do whatever it takes.||
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  || Roger Travers ||
  
  || 20 ||
  
  || Roger is the true definition of a trust fund child. Born in Connecticut, he spent his high school years in boarding school in Delaware away from his family. This instilled a sense of individualism and self-sufficiency that he maintains to this day. As a young man, Roger developed a fascination with technology and engineering. Recently the fascination has grown into an interest in computers and sparked a desire to work in the field. Roger was one of the founders of Sommerset's first computer club and he hopes to get others involved in the group. Roger is an electrical engineering major with a minor in computer sciences. He also hosts a late night block on the campuses student radio.||
  
  || Despite his individualistic nature, Roger is a friendly young man who only hopes to get others interested in his passion for computers. This includes bonding with his friend Jordan over the machines. He's sarcastic and spunky, always ready to make jokes. Roger can at times be dismissive of other people's struggles, seeing as he came from a life of privilege. Despite that, he'll always make his best effort to understand those around him and let them know he'll help them any way he can. ||
  
  
  
  
• As part of your character sheet, I'd like a writing sample. You can choose to respond to any of these prompts or write your own scenario.
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  - Your character is walking alone on campus after going to see a scary movie with some friends, they think they hear something.
  - Your Character is listening to the Radio when news breaks of cryptic letters threatening something vague have been sent to the local town's police.
  - Your Character Is discussing their summer vacation plans with some friends on the grass outside their dorm building when they see a caravan of police cruisers go flying by.
  
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  As a final note, I want to remind you that your character runs a fair chance of being killed. If you would like to write an extra character specifically to be killed in addition to your main character that's fine, but you're main character's fate will be decided by dice rolls. This process will be done mainly through private conversations and if your character is chosen to die I'll let you decide the manner of their fate and how we'll go about it.
  
  As for who I select to be the killer, that process will be done once I feel like I've found a character who I think would have a good motive to do so. If you're interested in being the killer feel free to shoot me a dm and we can discuss it. There'll be no announcement once the decision is made just to keep things suspenseful.
  
  and just to make sure you've read everything over please add an emoticon somewhere on your character sheet

 

[BloodThunder27]

Character Completion: 100% - Character Complete + Writing Sample

~The Cop~

|| Irina Olga Bogdanovich ||

Age || 32 ||

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Brief Bio || Irina initially graduated from Sommerset University back in the Spring of 1974 with a Bachelor's Degree in Criminal Justice before going on to Police Academy and was sworn into the Sommerset Police Department in the Summer of 1975. Although Irina enjoyed her Job, it was mostly very laxed as there wasn't very much crime outside of Shoplifting and Noise Complaints. Sure there was the occasional teens egging a house, going on a joy ride or doing underage drinking, but there wasn't very much action. Much of Irina's time was spent at her desk if she wasn't out on patrol and within the first four years of her long and boring career, Irina was promoted to Detective.

Fast-forward five more years and Irina decides to go back to school after finding herself dealing with an unplanned pregnancy, but making the choice to keep the baby. With most of her time being spent behind a desk, Irina would make the decision to go back to school, signing up for classes and looking to get a Master's Degree in Criminal Justice while her pregnancy progresses. Perfect timing if anything, because her due date is almost right after Graduation! Unfortunately, there is one more problem she is gonna have to face during Finals Week...||

Personality || Having been policing a small town for the last ten years of her life, Irina usually has a laid back and easygoing demeanor since there isn't very much trouble around Sommerset. Because she has a fairly easy job, Irina is relatively happy and with keeping the peace, Irina became very social, always happy to meet new people, getting to know the locals, talking about the joys of life. As a Student, Irina is very focused and get her work done. When it comes to homework, she likes to take her time, making sure everything is done right instead of rushing through just to be finished. With her hardwork, she also stays on top of due dates for her assignments and her homework and always making sure they're either turned in early or on time, never late.

Unlike other College Students, new or returning for a higher degree, Irina is an expecting mother, so she is self-conscious because of the pregnancy and has doubts about being a good mother to her child and constantly worries about the child growing inside of her, loving them more then anything, including her job. Although these things are inherent with pregnancy, Irina often needs the reassurance that she will be a good mother.||

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Writing Sample: Movie Night

On a Saturday Evening, Detective, College Student and Expecting Mother Irina Bogdanovich was just returning to Campus after a late night movie with a couple of fellow students. Irina didn't really get out much and it wasn't often she spoke with others aside from the casual conversation with the Locals while out on patrol or with her Co-Workers. As an Off-Duty Police Officer though, she was required to keep her service pistol on her person at all times, so she had a means of defense. Sadly, there was no way for her to contact her Colleagues in case things got weird. As she got back to Campus, she started making her way back to her dorm room. As Irina walked through the campus, she was alarmed by some ruffling in the bushes. On instinct, she quickly drew her gun, only to see a bunny hop out and start jumping away. Breathing a sigh of relief, she holstered her gun and stared cradling her swollen belly as she felt her baby kick. Sighing, she started walking towards the Girls' Dormitory.

...In the Dorm Halls...

Once she made her way into the Dormitory, she heard some footsteps on the second floor. Feeling uncomfortable and rubbing her belly, Irina made her way upstairs before she was startled by the sound of metal being dropped on the floor. "Oh shit!"

That was all she had heard coming from above. Feeling anxious, she quickly made her way back to her dorm room, which was on the seventh floor. The Elevator was still out, so she had to take the stairs. Upon arriving on the top floor, she saw a shadow on the other side of the hall. Before anything could happen, the lights suddenly went out. But then turned back on. The shadow was gone! As she took a deep breath, Irina started making her way to her dorm. Just as she was about to unlock the door, she heard running on the end of the hall, prompting her to draw her pistol and pointed it in the direction that it came from, even thumbing back the hammer and turning the safety off. As it got quiet again, she unlocked the door before hearing a muffled girl's scream. Quickly, she went into her room where she opened a drawer on the desk to grab a flashlight. With a Flashlight in one hand and her gun at the ready in the other, she slowly made her way down the hall and the lights turned off again! In response she turned the flashlight on and when she had gotten to the other end of the hall, saw a trail of... Blood... With no way to call for back-up, she started following the trailer of blood, which led her to one of the bathrooms. The door had been left ajar. Slowly making her way to the bathroom, the lights turned back on and what greeted her would haunt her nightmares in the days to come...

To Be Continued...​

 

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  Ambrose's hair has been a thick, unruly, mess nearly all his life. He gave up taming it long ago and has since embraced the idea of perminate bedhead. He prefers to wear it long and consistently keeps it at shoulder length.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  A tall and slender man, Ames' frame although lacky in appearance he's far from helpless. As a sports player in his childhood and teenage years, he continues to have the vauge muscle mass of a seasoned athlete. Though as age has begun to creep up on him and finding the time to be active became more of a challenge, his physique became softer and arguably healthier.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Ambrose's style is unique to say the least. He favors jeans, stripped, plad, or patterned shirts, and jean or leather jackets. He's almost never seen without sunglasses and a joint--or cigarette for that matter.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    Determination is one of Ames' most well-known characteristics. When he wants something, he goes for it and he doesn't hold back. There's not much that can stop him once he's got his mind set on something, and it's that unmatched focus that got him into Sommerset University.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    Aside from, and in conjunction with his deterministic tendencies, Ambrose is known to be fierce. He's got a one track mind when it comes to academics and always sets the bar for himself unreasonably high. He clearly doesn't see the need to set limits in his life, and won't let anyone tell him that something isn't possible.
    
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    Ambrose never seems satisfied with the portion of the information he knows or learns. Constantly being interested in anything and everything he comes across, he has a habit of looking for more details no matter what it'll cost him. As such, he is highly attracted to mysteries, puzzles, secrets, and couldn't give a shit for other people’s precautions on trying to solve or learn more about them.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

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    At his core, Ambrose is a very angsty young man. When faced with something that prevents him from achieving some goals as fast as others it makes him jealous and envious. Moreover, this feeling sometimes gets so intense that it starts eating him from inside like a worm. Until all he feels is resentment. Unfortunately, due to the fact that he treats many life situations like a competition, any kind of loss impacts him significantly.
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    Jaded and sometimes callow, Ambrose acts at times like a trust fund brat who isn't afraid to throw an adult fit in order to get what he wants. In some aspects frustration turns him into a toddler and if he's overwhelmed enough he'll act out in an overly emotional display of screaming or crying.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    Ambrose has a taste for the finer things in life and he can't imagine nor deal with the idea of being cut off from his parents money. As such greed is hardly a stranger to him and in order to sate such interests he isn't above manipulating people around him.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

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    Born in an upper middle class suburb on the border of the US and Canada, Ambrose Myles Whitmore has never known poverty or hunger. In fact, for many years, his upbringing sheltered him from the harsh realities of the world. Despite this, he was an oddly introverted kid who preferred watching movies to other people's company. When he was ten, he started developing an insatiable curiosity for how films were made, edited, and written. While his taste in movie genres evolved over time, his elation for watching the characters and the story play out never changed. When Ambrose was 11 he saw Bob Clark’s 1974 Black Christmas for the first time and to this day will swear the movie changed his life. Since then, he's been obcessed with the horror genre.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    Though not the most attentive, it's clear that the Whitmores loved their son despite their trouble expressing it. Miranda worked as a CFO for some lumber company and subsequently was hardly ever home. Ambrose's father, Jacob, was a mortician and although he was home a lot more than his wife, alcohol took up most of his attention. It got a lot worse after Ambrose's sister left for college and a few months after their marriage was reduced to shambles. Miranda didn't even try hiding her various affairs and Jacob resentfully pickled his liver, yet neither of them filed for divorce. Before Ambrose left for college, they had taken separate bedrooms and had perfected the art of never being in the same room at the same time.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    As time went by, Ambrose's love for film only grew. And for his sixteenth birthday, his sister got him his first VHS camera. He never went anywhere with out it. With his dreams of creating his own movie bolstered by his sister's confidence Ambrose made the decision to follow her to Sommerset University upon graduation. Where he would study film, then move to hollywood, and bring about a new age of horror films. Ones that were more grusome, violent, and jaw-dropping than the world had ever seen. He had his whole life planned out, down to the letter, and for a while life seemed to be going his way. During his junior year of high school he won a short film contest, had a girlfriend, and drove a really really nice car. But then everything changed when Erin disappeared and his girlfriend left him for another man. Devestated, Ambrose spent more time smoking weed then he did paying attention in class. Needless to say, he got into Sommerset University by the skin of his teeth.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    Five years older than her brother, Erin is an outgoing and eccentric party girl who mysteriously disappeared into thin air. If there was anyone in the world that Ambrose truly loved it was her. He's spent the past year trying to find her and without sucess. Police believed she skipped town and perhaps for their own sanity, his parents are inclined to agree. But as a persistent thorn in everyone's side, Ambrose won't let sleeping dogs lie. He's convinced she's out there somewhere and that Sommerset University knows more than they're letting on.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    The chill of spring left a few weeks ago but tonight was the first time, since last summer, that he could feel the searing concrete through the soles of his shoes. The crisp air fluttered through the fabric of his clothes just like it did in the spring and early fall, but now he couldn't help but notice it. Thick and humid. Smoke accumulated in the air around him, shrouding his visiage from other students mulling around campus. The sun was dipping further toward the horizon, but Ambrose didn't seem to be in any sort of hurry to get back to his dorm. He checked the watch on his wrist and stopped. A flurry of sirens and strobed flares of red and blue screamed past. Just like last week. And the week before that.
    This time, though, the urgency at which a small parade of cop cars whizzed by made something sour curdle in the pit of his stomach. He wished in that second that he hadn't been so aware of the missing students. Ignorance was, as they say, bliss and there was absolutely nothing blissful about knowing something bad had happened.
    
    Ambrose struggled with the VHS recorder strapped to his shoulder and, after a minute, managed to turn the device on and start recording. "They're out here again," He mumbled, striding after the faint glow of emergency vechiles disappearing over the horizion. "And whatever happened, my missing sister clearly isn't the priority." Bitterly, he exhaled smoke from his nostrils and cleared his throat. Another piece of narration leapt to mind and he opened his mouth to speak when a face abruptly popped into frame. Flinching back, curses spewed from his lips like a broken hydrant.
    "Bo, my man! I've been lookin' everywhere for you! Sigma Alpha Alpha's throwin' a banger tonight and I told the guys we'd go-"
    "Why would you do that?"
    His roommate, Nathan's, smile wilted. "What do you mean, why? It's the last big party before break! You can't mean to tell me you're busy!"
    Lowering his camera and switching off the device, Ambrose took another long drag off his cigarette before replying. "I was."
    "Dude." Nathan shook his head, "Being weird ain't the same-"
    "It's not weird!" Ambrose protested, "It's-"
    "Research. Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before." Nathan sighed, slapping a hand on his right shoulder, "Come on. Let's head back to the dorm. We can roll something and maybe I can convince you to leave the camera."
    A moment of silence lingered between them before Ambrose rolled his eyes on the tail end of a sigh, "Fine. But I'm not going anywhere without my camera, you'll have to pry that from my cold dead hands."
    Nathan laughed as the duo turned toward the hulking building that housed a majority of the undergraduate dorms, "Sure, whatever you say my friend."
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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[Hunbunbun]

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||Currently Anna is stuck studying accounting to please her parents that are paying for her school. She wishes that she could change her majors but is afraid of her parents cutting off her funding and losing her party life. Although going to the biggest frat party around is her biggest goal during the semester, a close second would not be failing out of college. Trying to balance between partying and actually doing your homework is not something Anna has a good understanding of doing. She is also a member of popular Greek house Sigma Sigma Sigma after her parents pulled some string during her freshmen year.||

||Anna is a carefree girl who isn’t really frightened easily. This could stem from her lack of understanding of her surroundings. The only two things that really scares her are running out of booze at a party or a call from her father. She is brave enough to never back down from a dare or challenge if the prize interests her. In the end all Anna wants to do is have a good time living her best years in college without any regrets.||

||Growing up Anna’s parents controlled every part of her life from after school tutors to taking piano lessons at three years old. Attending college is Anna’s first chance at freedom and independence which has led her to going wild. Before she left for college her parents gave her a credit card which they gave her to buy anything that she needed for classes. She is also very good at numbers along with math since she was young causing her parents to make her be an accountant.||



||Sample Writing Prompt #2||

It was still early into the night as the sorority girls were all sitting in the main living room getting ready for tonight's party at Sigma Alpha Alpha. There was a mess of makeup bags lining the coffee tables, hot rollers plugged into the walls ready to be used, and burning cigarettes in the ash trays. A variety of shoes from heels to platforms to pumps spread out across the floor for the girls trip over any time they tried to cross the room. In the background the radio was going with the local town station playing the latest songs from their favorite artists. One of the girls, Mary Jane fritz was standing against the wall beside a few of her sisters describing how she saw some of the boys at the store buying alcohol earlier in the day.

Mary Jane was looking into a compact as she applied the mascara to her lashes. "I saw Billy and Stan at the store buying cases of Coors beer for the party when I went to buy a coke. The party should be full load for us so make sure we look cute everyone so we can get free drinks!"

"I am always cute, Mary." Anna chimed in to the conversation as she unraveled the hot rollers from her hair. She was going to make sure that her natural red hair was going to large and curly tonight so she can grab every boy attention. Her hand gently ran through the tight curls in her hair to unravel them to get the big volume that she was looking for. "Hey Janie!" The red head turned her head to look at the dark haired brunette reading a magazine next to the radio. "Can you turn up the music? I love this song!"

Janie let out a sigh as she had to put her magazine done on to the table, "Fiiiiine." That article was just getting interesting talking about the new movies that are going be released in the next upcoming weeks. She reached out to turn the knob to raise the volume as the other girls start to sing along to the song that was playing. The singing was cut short when the song was paused for the radio station host apologizing for the interruption. The host announced there was breaking news at the police station has received crypt letters about a killer threatening to attack. Sisters looked at each other panicked when Janie turned down the volume on the radio. "I don't think that we should go out tonight, girls."

Anna took out the last roller in her hair as she rolled her eyes. "Seriously!? You are all freaking out over nothing." She placed the roller back into the case it came from and closed it after she was done. Her hands ran down the front of her dress removing any wrinkles as she stood up. "It is probably some college kids that can't get into parties so they are trying to ruin the night for everyone."

Mary Jane had her arms folded up against her chest as she kept her eye on the radio. "I don't know about this, Anna. What if some tries to hurt us when we are out?"

"We will have the frat boys protect us, duh. Those manly men would jump into any action for us lady if it meant they would look cool." Anna walked across the room dodging all the loose shoes across the floor to get to the radio. She turned to face all of her sorority sisters in the room while her hand rested on the radio. "Now let's go back to getting ready." Her hand turned the knob to change to a station to play music then cracked the volume back up to lighten the mood.

 

[Geun Sae]

I'm liking what I'm seeing so far! I'll read all the posted characters when I get the chance. While you wait I'll post the link to the locations thread so you can read up about Sommerset university!

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[Geun Sae]

Derek Wayne Phillips - The Jock

|| 21 ||

|| A Kinniseology student and member of Sigma Alpha Alpha, Derek Philips seems to have it all. Born in Westchester Pennsylvania Derek came from a working-class family of Miners. From a young age, Derek displayed exceptional abilities in football and basketball. Despite his athleticism, Derek struggled all throughout high school to maintain his grades. He failed a few classes but through scamming the system and a bit of old-school cheating Derek managed to alter his transcripts just enough to be offered a Scholarship to Sommerset University. He took the first chance to get out of his economically depressed town without considering the financial and responsible implications. Now, as he approaches his Senior year Derek finds himself in debt and struggling to scrounge up money to pay for his final two semesters.

The answer to his financial hardships seemed to come in the form of a job proposition from his local drug dealer. Derek now spends his weekends smuggling drugs over the Canadian border as well as making a bit of cash selling around campus as well as to his fraternity brothers. He fears that if the school finds out that not only will he lose his spot on the basketball team (and thus his only small financial aid).||

|| A true party animal as well as a bit of airhead, Derek doesn't have a mean bone in his body. His party-first work-later attitude often finds him facing easily avoidable situations that he struggles to deal with. Throughout his life, Derek's learned that there's nothing a little trickery and a little charisma can't solve. All in all, Derek cares greatly about those around him, especially the women in his life. Despite the rotating doors of women in his life Derek hopes to find a steady that he can hold down as he moves towards his senior year.||

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Micheal "Pips" "Pepsi" Riley - The Red Herring

|| 21 ||

|| Ask him and he'd tell you, "Pips" or "Pepsi" is one of the most eccentric students on Sommerset's campus. A diagnosed Schizotypal and Pathological Liar, Pips stories about where he's from change frequently. One minute he's a visitor from a faraway planet not unlike those from the Star Wars movies, the next minute he's an ex-feral child raised by wolves in the Canadian wilderness. The truth is Pips comes from an upper-class family in Santa Clarita, California. As a chronically bored teenager Pips took to excessive drug use to help pass the time and aid in the creative processes for his artistic and filmmaking endeavors. Don't be fooled, despite his eccentricity and addiction to hard drugs, Pips is a talented artist and sees the world from a different perspective than most. He's a double major in Art and Film and can often be seen roaming campus taking pictures and meditating. On multiple occasions he's been caught by faculty trespassing in the backrooms and maintenance area of the campus, even scaling the dormitories from the outside just to reach the roof. He's found friendship in a few close friends on campus who enjoy checking in on him on occasion to make sure he's doing okay. ||

|| While some may find trusting Pips hard on account of his pathological lies and erratic personality, Pips isn't a bad guy. While many are turned away from his unsettling obsession with himself and his otherworldly creations, Pips enjoys a close circle of friends and seeing the beauty in everything. He hates those who don't appreciate the beauty in everyday things and looks forward to graduating seeing as he sees it in the next step to pursuing his career as an artist and filmmaker.||

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[LilMissSunshine]

The Loner (Tentatively Complete)
Name: Rachel Ainsworth
Age: 22
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Rachel has dark penetrating eyes and strong brows. She keeps her dark hair casually styled with subtle curls and wispy bangs. Rachel is taller than average, standing at five foot eight. She prefers simplicity when it comes to clothing and accessories, often has a book in hand, and is hardly ever seen without her trademark red lipstick.

Personality: With her shrewd personality and lack of expression, Rachel is often perceived as a standoffish person, resulting in her peers giving her a wide berth. Rachel has made no effort to remedy the situation, deliberately placing distance between herself and the rest of the world in turn. She finds it difficult to relate to others - from the petty drama they involve themselves in to the unspoken social norms they willingly conform to.
After three years of carving out a solitary path in university, trying to be anything else at this point would be too complicated. Rachel is a stubbornly independent and straightforward woman. She is just fine being alone - in fact, it is preferable. That is what she tells herself, at least.

Background: Rachel's passion in life is literature. It is somewhat ironic - she spends most of her free time avidly consuming works that delve into the human condition, and yet could not be less interested in life around her. Nevertheless, Rachel majors in English Literature.
Rachel was brought up in a lower-middle class home in a quiet town surrounded by woodlands. Her life was mostly content - she liked the few friends she had on the volleyball team and enjoyed spending time at the public library on the weekends. She and her mother were fairly close.
Things began to come apart when, at thirteen, her mother remarried. Rachel was wary about her new stepfather and unfortunately, her intuition was validated when Willie turned abusive.
He never laid his hands on them, thankfully, but the shouting matches and violent outbursts (which usually ended in smashed plates or broken furniture) made home strained and unpleasant. By the time Rachel turned seventeen, she was counting down the days to freedom - and she already had her hopes set on Somerset University as her ticket out.

Writing Prompt:
Rachel stared blankly at the sad state of her walls. A solitary poster of her new favorite band, The Replacements, hung limply over a fresh hole in the plaster. She absentmindedly reached up to smooth down a corner where the tape had started to peel, coming out of her stiff position of tucked legs and hunched shoulders.
It was her birthday, not that she cared all that much. It was only significant for the passage of time it represented; one year left until she could escape for good.
Downstairs, the familiar rise of harsh voices reached Rachel through her closed door, eliciting a weary sigh from the girl. She might be indifferent about the day, but at the very least peace and quiet would have been nice.
She peered out the window at the stretch of woods nearby, considering. The sun wasn't too low in the sky just yet - there was about an hour left of daylight. Should she risk it?
The shouts were growing in intensity. She could already envision the scene: Willie towering in the kitchen with his bulky frame, face slowly splotching in shades of red and purple, while her mom inched towards the knife block, hands raised in supplication.
Better than sticking around here, Rachel decided. In mere moments the cracked shutters were thrown open and she was scaling the giant oak conveniently positioned near her window. A few moments more and the sounds of fighting faded completely as Rachel entered the sanctity of the trees.
She walked for about ten minutes, making sure not to stray too far off the path, before settling on an overturned log. She fished out a worn copy of Osamu Dazai's "No Longer Human" from where she had shoved it into the pocket of her jeans and began to read.
The sun had nearly set before Rachel realized it was getting too dark to make out the print.
"Shit," Rachel hissed under her breath, jumping to her feet and tucking he book back into her jeans before setting off on a light jog down the path. It was a little ominous trekking through a forest at night, but that wasn't what worried Rachel. Her mom definitely would have noticed her absence by now, and if Rachel didn't get back ASAP Willie would catch wind of it too. That would not be a pretty situation.
It took a couple of minutes for Rachel to notice the presence behind her.
She wasn't certain, at first. Maybe it was the way the breeze shifted around something that wasn't stationary, or maybe it was what she imagined to be the near-silent footfalls of a predator stalking its prey. As the seconds ticked by Rachel felt a tightening in her stomach. She wanted to turn around and see if the danger was real or only in her mind, because the not knowing was becoming more unbearable than the possible confirmation of her fears, but the girl fixed her gaze ahead and forced a steady pace.
Because, if there really was something with malicious intent stalking her, then the worst thing she could do was let on that she was aware, right?
Unfortunately, the charade wouldn't hold up for much longer. The unmistakeable snap of a twig breaking underneath a shoe rang out, and terror seized Rachel as her body shot forward like a bullet.
Whoever was in pursuit didn't bother to mask their presence anymore, heavy feet trampling anything in their way. Even through her panic, Rachel was painfully aware of a man's hoarse breathing, the ghost of a powerful hand grasping at her sweaty t-shirt, disgusting warmth brushing the base of her neck.
As Rachel bolted around a curve suddenly the porch lights of her house were visible through the dusk and, pumping her legs furiously, she broke through the line of trees into the empty field beside it.
She could feel the hunter stop in his tracks, but she kept sprinting over the uneven terrain and threw herself against the oak, hands scrabbling at the rough bark to hoist herself up, tumbling headfirst through the open window and turning around to slam it closed in one frenzied motion.
She collapsed hard on the carpeted floor, trying to catch her breath, scraping loose hair back from her face with trembling fingers. Breathe, just breathe, she thought. It was all she could bear thinking about in the moment.
Somehow, eventually, Rachel calmed down enough to face what had just happened. The adrenaline pumping through her veins dissipated, leaving her exhausted, but thoughtful. She already knew calling the cops was out of the question; that would mean confessing to her parents, and that was more trouble than it was worth. It was a close call, but Rachel was fine now; besides, what could she say? She hadn't a clue what the man looked like, wasn't entirely convinced the whole episode wasn't just a figment of her imagination. No, the events of this night would stay locked away in her own memories.

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[Geun Sae]

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[Geun Sae]

Have you considered making a Discord Server at all?

Yes I have! I'll make one for Out Of Character Discussions and I'll let the other decide whether they'd want to write the roleplay here or on Discord.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Yes I have! I'll make one for Out Of Character Discussions and I'll let the other decide whether they'd want to write the roleplay here or on Discord.

Well I'm okay with Roleplaying on here. I was only wondering about a Discord for OoC because people seem to communicate better for the most part when there is one.

 

[JesseMarshall]

.:Hope I'm not too late. Just got home. If so, it's fine. :.

THE NICE GUY

|| Name || Jordan "Fulk" Fulkner

|| Age || 23

|| Appearance || Fulk has a broad smile, blue eyes, and shaggy, chestnut-brown hair. His face is incredibly expressive and easy to read, and it's not uncommon to find him on the lawn in comfortable-looking sweaters and faded Wrangler jeans. Fulk's left ear sports a shiny, circular scar from a piercing that he took out a few years ago and let close up.

|| Brief History/Backstory || Sommerset University happened to be Fulk's first choice to study psychology. As a matter of fact, the Fulkners practiced psychology as a family tradition almost. His great-grandfather, grandfather, and father all acted as experts in the field. Though, truth be told, Fulk often waxed poetic on the newly established computer club that opened up last year. His father would have none of it, claiming that computers were simply a passing fad.

Fulk's primary goal is to finish his degree in psychology, move out of state, and immediately buy a Commodore 64. It's not that he hated psychology; he just wanted a hobby that would open a gate to the future.

|| Personality || Fulk's personality could easily be summed up in one word—kind. Not that there weren't other words people could use to describe him. It's just that kind usually popped into a person's mind first when asked. He volunteered, helped people study, joined any event committee that needed him, and still found the time to hang out with his small circle of friends. Given the time, people would come up with things like; shy, passionate, generous, and rad... Many of his friends have asked him, 'Why haven't you found a girlfriend yet?' but he'd just laugh and wave them off. They just assumed he lived a busy life.

|| Anything Else (Anything else you feel would help expand your character's depth) || There happened to be a reason that Fulk still showed up single to parties and outings. A pretty big reason that the blind dates his friends set up for him always ended with a peck on the cheek and a polite goodbye. Fulk discovered early on that people like him weren't liked by others.

Despite Sommerset's progressive thinking, he still heard the jokes, his friends still laughed, and when rumors spread about who and who wasn't—honestly, it didn't matter. He made a plan to be the good guy. He would prove to be gentle and kind and a fantastic person to know. When he finally decided to tell his friends about it, he would explain that it didn't change anything about him. He was still Fulk. They would understand... Maybe.


|| Your Character's Theme || "


|| Writing Sample - Prompt #3||

"You're not going to be able to convince Fulk. He hates the beach," Sarah Briggson said.

The young woman of twenty-two rested with her back flat on the ground beneath her. She wore a pair of royal-blue tinted sunglasses over her eyes, and the denim jacket she kept on during class found its way beneath her head. Fulk's eyes caught the dazzling tiny pin-pricks of light from the sun on the rhinestones. She tilted her head toward the brunette sitting with his legs pulled up in front of him. Propped up on his knees in front of him was George Orwell's "1984".

Sarah heaved an exasperated sigh, her upturned nose wrinkling at him, "You know that was last year, right?"

Fulk could barely see her eyes past the round tinted frames, "She's right. I hate the beach."

Roger Greenlake, one of the guys from the computer club, groaned, "Man, my mom's letting me stay a week at the vacation house. The least you could do is suck it up and come with."

"Yeah, okay," he replied. Something wailed away quietly in the background noise of the campus. Fulk heard it earlier, but it seemed to be getting louder.

Roger let out a whoop, "Dude, I am so stoked right now!"

Sarah frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but a police cruiser's shrill siren cut her off. Blue and red lights spun like a disco ball over the roof. Roger turned his angular face to watch as it went by.

The sound faded away as quickly as it came, though. Fulk had to wonder how fast did they would have to be going to disappear like that? The university maintained a strict ten-mile-per-hour zone through the entire campus. God help them if a student decided to cross the street. Nothing felt right about this.

"Speed kills, asshole," Sarah called after the car. "Anyway, you shouldn't push Fulk into stuff like that, you know he-"

Sirens broke into the conversation again. This time, their whining pitch reverberated off the stone walls of the dorm behind them, causing Fulk to grimace. Roger pressed his palms flat against his ears, trying to shut out the sudden assault. Five cars rocketed past, all in a neat line just like the one before. Lights flashing like mad. Fulk watched as Sarah's glasses slipped down the bridge of her nose, and Roger's coal-black eyes squinted.

"What's going on," Roger shouted.

Sarah shook her head at him, her short, dark hair flying around her face, "WHAT?!"

Again, the screeching drifted off around the next corner, leaving the grounds around them in a strange hush. Roger stood from his spot, brushing grass and dirt off the back of his shorts. He craned his neck as if he might see a gruesome car accident past the political-sciences building.

"I said, what do you think is going on?"

Sarah shrugged, "Probably just a drunk frat boy crashed his daddy's Mercedes into a tree somewhere."

"I don't know," Fulk said, "I don't think there would be that many for an accident."

The other two quickly moved on, pushing the event out of the minds, but Fulk kept thinking about it. He didn't know why, but he became overwhelmed by a sense of dreadful anticipation. His cornflower eyes scanned the lawn, noticing how students were standing close together and talking in excited whispers. Whatever happened, the news of it was spreading fast.

 

[Geun Sae]

Character Completion: 100% - Character Complete + Writing Sample

~The Cop~

|| Irina Olga Bogdanovich ||

Age || 32 ||

||Appearance||

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Brief Bio || Irina initially graduated from Sommerset University back in the Spring of 1974 with a Bachelor's Degree in Criminal Justice before going on to Police Academy and was sworn into the Sommerset Police Department in the Summer of 1975. Although Irina enjoyed her Job, it was mostly very laxed as there wasn't very much crime outside of Shoplifting and Noise Complaints. Sure there was the occasional teens egging a house, going on a joy ride or doing underage drinking, but there wasn't very much action. Much of Irina's time was spent at her desk if she wasn't out on patrol and within the first four years of her long and boring career, Irina was promoted to Detective.

Fast-forward five more years and Irina decides to go back to school after finding herself dealing with an unplanned pregnancy, but making the choice to keep the baby. With most of her time being spent behind a desk, Irina would make the decision to go back to school, signing up for classes and looking to get a Master's Degree in Criminal Justice while her pregnancy progresses. Perfect timing if anything, because her due date is almost right after Graduation! Unfortunately, there is one more problem she is gonna have to face during Finals Week...||

Personality || Having been policing a small town for the last ten years of her life, Irina usually has a laid back and easygoing demeanor since there isn't very much trouble around Sommerset. Because she has a fairly easy job, Irina is relatively happy and with keeping the peace, Irina became very social, always happy to meet new people, getting to know the locals, talking about the joys of life. As a Student, Irina is very focused and get her work done. When it comes to homework, she likes to take her time, making sure everything is done right instead of rushing through just to be finished. With her hardwork, she also stays on top of due dates for her assignments and her homework and always making sure they're either turned in early or on time, never late.

Unlike other College Students, new or returning for a higher degree, Irina is an expecting mother, so she is self-conscious because of the pregnancy and has doubts about being a good mother to her child and constantly worries about the child growing inside of her, loving them more then anything, including her job. Although these things are inherent with pregnancy, Irina often needs the reassurance that she will be a good mother.||

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Writing Sample: Movie Night

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On a Saturday Evening, Detective, College Student and Expecting Mother Irina Bogdanovich was just returning to Campus after a late night movie with a couple of fellow students. Irina didn't really get out much and it wasn't often she spoke with others aside from the casual conversation with the Locals while out on patrol or with her Co-Workers. As an Off-Duty Police Officer though, she was required to keep her service pistol on her person at all times, so she had a means of defense. Sadly, there was no way for her to contact her Colleagues in case things got weird. As she got back to Campus, she started making her way back to her dorm room. As Irina walked through the campus, she was alarmed by some ruffling in the bushes. On instinct, she quickly drew her gun, only to see a bunny hop out and start jumping away. Breathing a sigh of relief, she holstered her gun and stared cradling her swollen belly as she felt her baby kick. Sighing, she started walking towards the Girls' Dormitory.

...In the Dorm Halls...

Once she made her way into the Dormitory, she heard some footsteps on the second floor. Feeling uncomfortable and rubbing her belly, Irina made her way upstairs before she was startled by the sound of metal being dropped on the floor. "Oh shit!"

That was all she had heard coming from above. Feeling anxious, she quickly made her way back to her dorm room, which was on the seventh floor. The Elevator was still out, so she had to take the stairs. Upon arriving on the top floor, she saw a shadow on the other side of the hall. Before anything could happen, the lights suddenly went out. But then turned back on. The shadow was gone! As she took a deep breath, Irina started making her way to her dorm. Just as she was about to unlock the door, she heard running on the end of the hall, prompting her to draw her pistol and pointed it in the direction that it came from, even thumbing back the hammer and turning the safety off. As it got quiet again, she unlocked the door before hearing a muffled girl's scream. Quickly, she went into her room where she opened a drawer on the desk to grab a flashlight. With a Flashlight in one hand and her gun at the ready in the other, she slowly made her way down the hall and the lights turned off again! In response she turned the flashlight on and when she had gotten to the other end of the hall, saw a trail of... Blood... With no way to call for back-up, she started following the trailer of blood, which led her to one of the bathrooms. The door had been left ajar. Slowly making her way to the bathroom, the lights turned back on and what greeted her would haunt her nightmares in the days to come...

To Be Continued...​

Accepted! Cant wait to read more from her!

 

[Geun Sae]

.:Hope I'm not too late. Just got home. If so, it's fine. :.

THE NICE GUY

|| Name || Jordan "Fulk" Fulkner

|| Age || 23

|| Appearance || Fulk has a broad smile, blue eyes, and shaggy, chestnut-brown hair. His face is incredibly expressive and easy to read, and it's not uncommon to find him on the lawn in comfortable-looking sweaters and faded Wrangler jeans. Fulk's left ear sports a shiny, circular scar from a piercing that he took out a few years ago and let close up.

|| Brief History/Backstory || Sommerset University happened to be Fulk's first choice to study psychology. As a matter of fact, the Fulkners practiced psychology as a family tradition almost. His great-grandfather, grandfather, and father all acted as experts in the field. Though, truth be told, Fulk often waxed poetic on the newly established computer club that opened up last year. His father would have none of it, claiming that computers were simply a passing fad.

Fulk's primary goal is to finish his degree in psychology, move out of state, and immediately buy a Commodore 64. It's not that he hated psychology; he just wanted a hobby that would open a gate to the future.

|| Personality || Fulk's personality could easily be summed up in one word—kind. Not that there weren't other words people could use to describe him. It's just that kind usually popped into a person's mind first when asked. He volunteered, helped people study, joined any event committee that needed him, and still found the time to hang out with his small circle of friends. Given the time, people would come up with things like; shy, passionate, generous, and rad... Many of his friends have asked him, 'Why haven't you found a girlfriend yet?' but he'd just laugh and wave them off. They just assumed he lived a busy life.

|| Anything Else (Anything else you feel would help expand your character's depth) || There happened to be a reason that Fulk still showed up single to parties and outings. A pretty big reason that the blind dates his friends set up for him always ended with a peck on the cheek and a polite goodbye. Fulk discovered early on that people like him weren't liked by others.

Despite Sommerset's progressive thinking, he still heard the jokes, his friends still laughed, and when rumors spread about who and who wasn't—honestly, it didn't matter. He made a plan to be the good guy. He would prove to be gentle and kind and a fantastic person to know. When he finally decided to tell his friends about it, he would explain that it didn't change anything about him. He was still Fulk. They would understand... Maybe.


|| Your Character's Theme || "


|| Writing Sample - Prompt #3||

"You're not going to be able to convince Fulk. He hates the beach," Sarah Briggson said.

The young woman of twenty-two rested with her back flat on the ground beneath her. She wore a pair of royal-blue tinted sunglasses over her eyes, and the denim jacket she kept on during class found its way beneath her head. Fulk's eyes caught the dazzling tiny pin-pricks of light from the sun on the rhinestones. She tilted her head toward the brunette sitting with his legs pulled up in front of him. Propped up on his knees in front of him was George Orwell's "1984".

Sarah heaved an exasperated sigh, her upturned nose wrinkling at him, "You know that was last year, right?"

Fulk could barely see her eyes past the round tinted frames, "She's right. I hate the beach."

Roger Greenlake, one of the guys from the computer club, groaned, "Man, my mom's letting me stay a week at the vacation house. The least you could do is suck it up and come with."

"Yeah, okay," he replied. Something wailed away quietly in the background noise of the campus. Fulk heard it earlier, but it seemed to be getting louder.

Roger let out a whoop, "Dude, I am so stoked right now!"

Sarah frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but a police cruiser's shrill siren cut her off. Blue and red lights spun like a disco ball over the roof. Roger turned his angular face to watch as it went by.

The sound faded away as quickly as it came, though. Fulk had to wonder how fast did they would have to be going to disappear like that? The university maintained a strict ten-mile-per-hour zone through the entire campus. God help them if a student decided to cross the street. Nothing felt right about this.

"Speed kills, asshole," Sarah called after the car. "Anyway, you shouldn't push Fulk into stuff like that, you know he-"

Sirens broke into the conversation again. This time, their whining pitch reverberated off the stone walls of the dorm behind them, causing Fulk to grimace. Roger pressed his palms flat against his ears, trying to shut out the sudden assault. Five cars rocketed past, all in a neat line just like the one before. Lights flashing like mad. Fulk watched as Sarah's glasses slipped down the bridge of her nose, and Roger's coal-black eyes squinted.

"What's going on," Roger shouted.

Sarah shook her head at him, her short, dark hair flying around her face, "WHAT?!"

Again, the screeching drifted off around the next corner, leaving the grounds around them in a strange hush. Roger stood from his spot, brushing grass and dirt off the back of his shorts. He craned his neck as if he might see a gruesome car accident past the political-sciences building.

"I said, what do you think is going on?"

Sarah shrugged, "Probably just a drunk frat boy crashed his daddy's Mercedes into a tree somewhere."

"I don't know," Fulk said, "I don't think there would be that many for an accident."

The other two quickly moved on, pushing the event out of the minds, but Fulk kept thinking about it. He didn't know why, but he became overwhelmed by a sense of dreadful anticipation. His cornflower eyes scanned the lawn, noticing how students were standing close together and talking in excited whispers. Whatever happened, the news of it was spreading fast.

Accepted! I Love it!

 

[Geun Sae]

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[Geun Sae]

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[Geun Sae]

[The Party Girl] WIP

|| Anna Summers||

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||Currently Anna is stuck studying accounting to please her parents that are paying for her school. She wishes that she could change her majors but is afraid of her parents cutting off her funding and losing her party life. Although going to the biggest frat party around is her biggest goal during the semester, a close second would not be failing out of college. Trying to balance between partying and actually doing your homework is not something Anna has a good understanding of doing. She is also a member of popular Greek house Sigma Sigma Sigma after her parents pulled some string during her freshmen year. ||

|| Anna is a carefree girl who isn’t really frightened easily. This could stem from her lack of understanding of her surroundings. The only two things that really scares her are running out of booze at a party or a call from her father. She is brave enough to never back down from a dare or challenge if the prize interests her. In the end all Anna wants to do is have a good time living her best years in college without any regrets. ||

|| Growing up Anna’s parents controlled every part of her life from after school tutors to taking piano lessons at three years old. Attending college is Anna’s first chance at freedom and independence which has led her to going wild. Before she left for college her parents gave her a credit card which they gave her to buy anything that she needed for classes. She is also very good at numbers along with math since she was young causing her parents to make her be an accountant. ||



||Sample Writing Prompt #2||

It was still early into the night as the sorority girls were all sitting in the main living room getting ready for tonight's party at Sigma Alpha Alpha. There was a mess of makeup bags lining the coffee tables, hot rollers plugged into the walls ready to be used, and burning cigarettes in the ash trays. A variety of shoes from heels to platforms to pumps spread out across the floor for the girls trip over any time they tried to cross the room. In the background the radio was going with the local town station playing the latest songs from their favorite artists. One of the girls, Mary Jane fritz was standing against the wall beside a few of her sisters describing how she saw some of the boys at the store buying alcohol earlier in the day.

Mary Jane was looking into a compact as she applied the mascara to her lashes. "I saw Billy and Stan at the store buying cases of Coors beer for the party when I went to buy a coke. The party should be full load for us so make sure we look cute everyone so we can get free drinks!"

"I am always cute, Mary." Anna chimed in to the conversation as she unraveled the hot rollers from her hair. She was going to make sure that her natural red hair was going to large and curly tonight so she can grab every boy attention. Her hand gently ran through the tight curls in her hair to unravel them to get the big volume that she was looking for. "Hey Janie!" The red head turned her head to look at the dark haired brunette reading a magazine next to the radio. "Can you turn up the music? I love this song!"

Janie let out a sigh as she had to put her magazine done on to the table, "Fiiiiine." That article was just getting interesting talking about the new movies that are going be released in the next upcoming weeks. She reached out to turn the knob to raise the volume as the other girls start to sing along to the song that was playing. The singing was cut short when the song was paused for the radio station host apologizing for the interruption. The host announced there was breaking news at the police station has received crypt letters about a killer threatening to attack. Sisters looked at each other panicked when Janie turned down the volume on the radio. "I don't think that we should go out tonight, girls."

Anna took out the last roller in her hair as she rolled her eyes. "Seriously!? You are all freaking out over nothing." She placed the roller back into the case it came from and closed it after she was done. Her hands ran down the front of her dress removing any wrinkles as she stood up. "It is probably some college kids that can't get into parties so they are trying to ruin the night for everyone."

Mary Jane had her arms folded up against her chest as she kept her eye on the radio. "I don't know about this, Anna. What if some tries to hurt us when we are out?"

"We will have the frat boys protect us, duh. Those manly men would jump into any action for us lady if it meant they would look cool." Anna walked across the room dodging all the loose shoes across the floor to get to the radio. She turned to face all of her sorority sisters in the room while her hand rested on the radio. "Now let's go back to getting ready." Her hand turned the knob to change to a station to play music then cracked the volume back up to lighten the mood.

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    At his core, Ambrose is a very angsty young man. When faced with something that prevents him from achieving some goals as fast as others it makes him jealous and envious. Moreover, this feeling sometimes gets so intense that it starts eating him from inside like a worm. Until all he feels is resentment. Unfortunately, due to the fact that he treats many life situations like a competition, any kind of loss impacts him significantly.
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    Born in an upper middle class suburb on the border of the US and Canada, Ambrose Myles Whitmore has never known poverty or hunger. In fact, for many years, his upbringing sheltered him from the harsh realities of the world. Despite this, he was an oddly introverted kid who preferred watching movies to other people's company. When he was ten, he started developing an insatiable curiosity for how films were made, edited, and written. While his taste in movie genres evolved over time, his elation for watching the characters and the story play out never changed. When Ambrose was 11 he saw Bob Clark’s 1974 Black Christmas for the first time and to this day will swear the movie changed his life. Since then, he's been obcessed with the horror genre.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    As time went by, Ambrose's love for film only grew. And for his sixteenth birthday, his sister got him his first VHS camera. He never went anywhere with out it. With his dreams of creating his own movie bolstered by his sister's confidence Ambrose made the decision to follow her to Sommerset University upon graduation. Where he would study film, then move to hollywood, and bring about a new age of horror films. Ones that were more grusome, violent, and jaw-dropping than the world had ever seen. He had his whole life planned out, down to the letter, and for a while life seemed to be going his way. During his junior year of high school he won a short film contest, had a girlfriend, and drove a really really nice car. But then everything changed when Erin disappeared and his girlfriend left him for another man. Devestated, Ambrose spent more time smoking weed then he did paying attention in class. Needless to say, he got into Sommerset University by the skin of his teeth.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    The chill of spring left a few weeks ago but tonight was the first time, since last summer, that he could feel the searing concrete through the soles of his shoes. The crisp air fluttered through the fabric of his clothes just like it did in the spring and early fall, but now he couldn't help but notice it. Thick and humid. Smoke accumulated in the air around him, shrouding his visiage from other students mulling around campus. The sun was dipping further toward the horizon, but Ambrose didn't seem to be in any sort of hurry to get back to his dorm. He checked the watch on his wrist and stopped. A flurry of sirens and strobed flares of red and blue screamed past. Just like last week. And the week before that.
    This time, though, the urgency at which a small parade of cop cars whizzed by made something sour curdle in the pit of his stomach. He wished in that second that he hadn't been so aware of the missing students. Ignorance was, as they say, bliss and there was absolutely nothing blissful about knowing something bad had happened.
    
    Ambrose struggled with the VHS recorder strapped to his shoulder and, after a minute, managed to turn the device on and start recording. "They're out here again," He mumbled, striding after the faint glow of emergency vechiles disappearing over the horizion. "And whatever happened, my missing sister clearly isn't the priority." Bitterly, he exhaled smoke from his nostrils and cleared his throat. Another piece of narration leapt to mind and he opened his mouth to speak when a face abruptly popped into frame. Flinching back, curses spewed from his lips like a broken hydrant.
    "Bo, my man! I've been lookin' everywhere for you! Sigma Alpha Alpha's throwin' a banger tonight and I told the guys we'd go-"
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    His roommate, Nathan's, smile wilted. "What do you mean, why? It's the last big party before break! You can't mean to tell me you're busy!"
    Lowering his camera and switching off the device, Ambrose took another long drag off his cigarette before replying. "I was."
    "Dude." Nathan shook his head, "Being weird ain't the same-"
    "It's not weird!" Ambrose protested, "It's-"
    "Research. Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before." Nathan sighed, slapping a hand on his right shoulder, "Come on. Let's head back to the dorm. We can roll something and maybe I can convince you to leave the camera."
    A moment of silence lingered between them before Ambrose rolled his eyes on the tail end of a sigh, "Fine. But I'm not going anywhere without my camera, you'll have to pry that from my cold dead hands."
    Nathan laughed as the duo turned toward the hulking building that housed a majority of the undergraduate dorms, "Sure, whatever you say my friend."
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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Keith Rodriguez - The Deputy

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|| Keith is deputy for the Somerset County Sheriff's Department. Originally a transfer from the NYPD, Keith moved upstate following the spike in violent crime in the city. His parents immigrated from Puerto Rico in the 1950s and assimilated into the country. He became an officer to continue the line of law enforcement in his family started by his father. He's currently married to his wife of three years and is a father to a four-year-old boy.||

|| Keith is a dedicated worker who strives to climb the ladder within the law enforcement system. He cares to serve the community and those around him. However, Rodrigues has in him the machismo pride that was instilled in him by his father. There's no task he'll turn down no matter how hard, and often times this leads to Rodriguez overworking himself.||

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The Loner (Tentatively Complete)
Name: Rachel Ainsworth
Age: 22
Gender: Female

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Rachel has dark penetrating eyes and strong brows. She keeps her dark hair casually styled with subtle curls and wispy bangs. Rachel is taller than average, standing at five foot eight. She prefers simplicity when it comes to clothing and accessories, often has a book in hand, and is hardly ever seen without her trademark red lipstick.

Personality: With her shrewd personality and lack of expression, Rachel is often perceived as a standoffish person, resulting in her peers giving her a wide berth. Rachel has made no effort to remedy the situation, deliberately placing distance between herself and the rest of the world in turn. She finds it difficult to relate to others - from the petty drama they involve themselves in to the unspoken social norms they willingly conform to.
After three years of carving out a solitary path in university, trying to be anything else at this point would be too complicated. Rachel is a stubbornly independent and straightforward woman. She is just fine being alone - in fact, it is preferable. That is what she tells herself, at least.

Background: Rachel's passion in life is literature. It is somewhat ironic - she spends most of her free time avidly consuming works that delve into the human condition, and yet could not be less interested in life around her. Nevertheless, Rachel majors in English Literature.
Rachel was brought up in a lower-middle class home in a quiet town surrounded by woodlands. Her life was mostly content - she liked the few friends she had on the volleyball team and enjoyed spending time at the public library on the weekends. She and her mother were fairly close.
Things began to come apart when, at thirteen, her mother remarried. Rachel was wary about her new stepfather and unfortunately, her intuition was validated when Willie turned abusive.
He never laid his hands on them, thankfully, but the shouting matches and violent outbursts (which usually ended in smashed plates or broken furniture) made home strained and unpleasant. By the time Rachel turned seventeen, she was counting down the days to freedom - and she already had her hopes set on Somerset University as her ticket out.

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Rachel stared blankly at the sad state of her walls. A solitary poster of her new favorite band, The Replacements, hung limply over a fresh hole in the plaster. She absentmindedly reached up to smooth down a corner where the tape had started to peel, coming out of her stiff position of tucked legs and hunched shoulders.
It was her birthday, not that she cared all that much. It was only significant for the passage of time it represented; one year left until she could escape for good.
Downstairs, the familiar rise of harsh voices reached Rachel through her closed door, eliciting a weary sigh from the girl. She might be indifferent about the day, but at the very least peace and quiet would have been nice.
She peered out the window at the stretch of woods nearby, considering. The sun wasn't too low in the sky just yet - there was about an hour left of daylight. Should she risk it?
The shouts were growing in intensity. She could already envision the scene: Willie towering in the kitchen with his bulky frame, face slowly splotching in shades of red and purple, while her mom inched towards the knife block, hands raised in supplication.
Better than sticking around here, Rachel decided. In mere moments the cracked shutters were thrown open and she was scaling the giant oak conveniently positioned near her window. A few moments more and the sounds of fighting faded completely as Rachel entered the sanctity of the trees.
She walked for about ten minutes, making sure not to stray too far off the path, before settling on an overturned log. She fished out a worn copy of Osamu Dazai's "No Longer Human" from where she had shoved it into the pocket of her jeans and began to read.
The sun had nearly set before Rachel realized it was getting too dark to make out the print.
"Shit," Rachel hissed under her breath, jumping to her feet and tucking he book back into her jeans before setting off on a light jog down the path. It was a little ominous trekking through a forest at night, but that wasn't what worried Rachel. Her mom definitely would have noticed her absence by now, and if Rachel didn't get back ASAP Willie would catch wind of it too. That would not be a pretty situation.
It took a couple of minutes for Rachel to notice the presence behind her.
She wasn't certain, at first. Maybe it was the way the breeze shifted around something that wasn't stationary, or maybe it was what she imagined to be the near-silent footfalls of a predator stalking its prey. As the seconds ticked by Rachel felt a tightening in her stomach. She wanted to turn around and see if the danger was real or only in her mind, because the not knowing was becoming more unbearable than the possible confirmation of her fears, but the girl fixed her gaze ahead and forced a steady pace.
Because, if there really was something with malicious intent stalking her, then the worst thing she could do was let on that she was aware, right?
Unfortunately, the charade wouldn't hold up for much longer. The unmistakeable snap of a twig breaking underneath a shoe rang out, and terror seized Rachel as her body shot forward like a bullet.
Whoever was in pursuit didn't bother to mask their presence anymore, heavy feet trampling anything in their way. Even through her panic, Rachel was painfully aware of a man's hoarse breathing, the ghost of a powerful hand grasping at her sweaty t-shirt, disgusting warmth brushing the base of her neck.
As Rachel bolted around a curve suddenly the porch lights of her house were visible through the dusk and, pumping her legs furiously, she broke through the line of trees into the empty field beside it.
She could feel the hunter stop in his tracks, but she kept sprinting over the uneven terrain and threw herself against the oak, hands scrabbling at the rough bark to hoist herself up, tumbling headfirst through the open window and turning around to slam it closed in one frenzied motion.
She collapsed hard on the carpeted floor, trying to catch her breath, scraping loose hair back from her face with trembling fingers. Breathe, just breathe, she thought. It was all she could bear thinking about in the moment.
Somehow, eventually, Rachel calmed down enough to face what had just happened. The adrenaline pumping through her veins dissipated, leaving her exhausted, but thoughtful. She already knew calling the cops was out of the question; that would mean confessing to her parents, and that was more trouble than it was worth. It was a close call, but Rachel was fine now; besides, what could she say? She hadn't a clue what the man looked like, wasn't entirely convinced the whole episode wasn't just a figment of her imagination. No, the events of this night would stay locked away in her own memories.

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Dean Kipliff

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|| Joseph Kipliff is the current Dean of Students at Sommserset University. He graduated from the University in 1956 and went on to study at Havard where he gained a PHD in Law and Economic Studies. Kipliff served as a Law Professor for the university for 16 years before becoming the Dean in 1978. He's a wealthy and cultured man who cares a lot about the public's perception of Sommerset's image as well as the donations given to the school. He's opposed to many of the progressive politics of the Universities students but has done little to stop the protests and activism that take place on campus. ||

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Cheif Williams

|| Patrick Williams is a gruff, working-class man down to his very bones. Born and raised in Hells Kitchen, Williams has long lived a life of apathy and struggle. After marrying his wife in 1940 he headed north to Sommerset to begin his career in the force. He worked his way up and eventually earned the title of Cheif SHeriff of Somerset County. He's witnessed plenty of his lifetime and has grown to be apathetic of the world around him, with the exception of the students at the university. Marlene Cooley, Patrick's sister in law was one of the first victims of the original Sommerset massacre in 1955. Since then he's seen it as his obligation to protect the young lives of those in the campus no matter the cost.||

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