Realistic or Modern THE CALL OF CTHULHU - CHARACTERS

[Hell0NHighWater]

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ THE CALL OF CTHULHU CHARACTERS
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Don't feel as if you have to rush! I'll be taking the best out of eight!
Accepted characters will be 'loved'

=Cast List=

• Beck Wilder | Hell0NHighWater
• Donnovan Lester Bouvier | brightkings
• Samantha Kerbson | Shotgunpenguin
• Maura Reed | PinkChiffon
• Rosalind Grainger | BELIAL.
• Thomas Williams | Heterological
• Alexei Hearst | BasiliskVeranda
• Menashe Berkowitz | dendygar
• Christian Douglas| zippy
• Jack Marshall | idalie
• Travis Clark | Sir Galahad II

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[Hell0NHighWater]

Beck Wilder

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  FULL NAME: Phoenix Beck Blue-Jay Wilder
  
  AGE: 28
  
  BIRTHDATE: 05/05/1997
  
  PLACE OF BIRTH: Anacortes, Washington
  
  HEIGHT: 6'2"
  
  WEIGHT: 194 lbs
  
  OCCUPATION: Photographer for National Geographic
  
  FEATURES: Standing at an imposing height of six feet and two inches, Beck has broad shoulders and just enough muscle definition to pass for "fit". He has shoulder length black hair, a bit of a beard, and dark brown eyes. Beck is often seen in clothes that don't quite go together, but somehow work enough to be considered passable.
  
  FACE CLAIM: Adam Driver
  
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  POSITIVE: Easy-going, Energetic, Kind-hearted, goof-ball, Talkative
  
  NEGATIVE: Bullheaded, Cynical, Fidgety, Talkative, Self-defacing
  
  LIKES: Hiking, Photography, Nature, Weed, Animals, Making people laugh
  
  DISLIKES: Flying, Dreaming, Snobs, Alcohol, Doing Nothing, Himself
  
  Pink Floyd - Goodbye Blue Sky
  
  
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  BIOGRAPHY: On May 5th 1997, eight-teen year old Holly Wilder gave birth to a baby boy while tripping on acid in a kiddy-pool. Having refused to go to the hospital, his mother was hell bent on having a home birth and his father wasn't about to disagree with her. Jackson Wilder, nineteen, also tripping on acid and smoking a cigarette, helped his girlfriend name their child: Phoenix Beck Blue-Jay Wilder. Thus planting the seeds for a lifetime of resentment towards his parents.
  
  But as much as he hated the name they gave him, he still loved them.
  
  Growing up, his parents never really had money. Enough to pay the bills and put food on the table, but they rarely had any extra for toys or school supplies. Yet they were happy.
  When Beck was six his father gave him a camera for Christmas, thus sparking Beck's obsession with photography. He took pictures of whatever caught his eye, but what caught his eye more often than not was wildlife. Due to his parent's many "eccentricities" a majority of Beck's childhood was spent in the woods of Washington State, hiking, fishing, and sometimes just wandering. They were the best moments of his childhood and the ones he cherished the most. Sometimes his father would take him out to the docks where they would sit on the edge of the pier; his Dad would sketch the horizon and Beck would take photos of random birds flying overhead.
  
  He was fourteen when the nightmare started.
  
  It was the end of summer and just like the rest of his friends, Beck was anxiously awaiting his first year of high school. His parents were on their way back from a trip to see Beck's grandfather when their plane crashed in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Their bodies were never found. Orphaned and with no other options Beck was shipped out to his Grandparent's home in Rivière-du-Loup. The transition to life in Quebec was not easy for Beck, but somehow he pulled through. His grandmother quickly became the most supportive person in his life, signing him up for photography classes and encouraging his love for nature. Like his father, his grandmother loved to walk to the beach, sit on the rocks, and paint the horizon.
  In the five years that he spent with his grandparents, Beck had grown into a rather idealistic young man. He moved to another city for college, but only completed three years before his portfolio was accepted by National Geographic. Too excited to start his career, Beck took a break from school and signed up for the first of many expeditions. It took a lot for him to get on that first airplane, but each time he did it got a bit easier.
  
  For seven years he traveled the world, doing what he loved, and going where the wind blew him.
  It was unfortunate that life never let him be happy for long.
  
  After his grandmother's funeral, Beck boarded the last airplane he would ever willingly fly in again.
  
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[Yuri Greythorn]

Full Name: Yuri Scott GreyThorn

Age: 21

Birthdate: 7/27/04

Place of Birth: Hot Springs, Arkansas

Height: 6'10"

Weight: 256 lbs

Occupation: Welder/Former Gunsmith

Features: Brown Iris' in his eyes, an absolute mountain of a man, and he's a ginger

FACE CLAIM: (Not entirely accurate, take this, make him 6'10", and look like Mark wahlberg in terms of Muscle, he actually looks 21, sorry I couldn't find anything better)



Positive: He's an absolute Unit, he doesn't stop until the very bitter end, He tries his damndest to save everyone he can. He works his body to the very limit every day

Negative: He gets a bit dense, mainly when it comes to his backstory, and him trying to save everyone, means he'd do it, even if it meant to give up his own life. He even strains his body when he works out, so unless he gets a full night's sleep, he gets tired very easily

Likes:
Being Respectful, mainly towards women
Working out
Showing off the different things he's made while being a welder, and a former Gunsmith
Dislikes:
Getting into his past
Being disrespectful

Theme Song:




Biography: Yuri had a troubling past, Everything was going just fine when he was born, but about 4-5 years later, his sister was born, but in the process, something went very wrong, and their mother, had died. Azure, Yuri's Father, attempted for, 6 years, to raise both kids by himself, but after realizing he wasn't giving them the childhoods they deserved, he dropped them off at a nearby village, and ran. about 6 later after that, when Yuri was 17, and Nova was 12, a fire swept over the village, seemingly out of nowhere, and Nova was killed in the process, Yuri, that day, seemed to change completely, his eyes had become grey, and he walked in a defeated way.
After about another year, Yuri finally got over it, stopped saying it was his fault, and instead of it weighing him down, he used his past pain to better himself, who he was. Now, Yuri Just wakes up, trains, goes to work, works out more, eats, then goes to bed. He still modifies and messes with his collection of guns to this day, even though he's no longer a gunsmith. At all times he carries around an M1911, and just in case, a .500 Magnum, the biggest handgun out there.


Other Info: I gots nothin, Oof.

 

[BELIAL.]

Christine Vale

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  FULL NAME: Christine Penelope Vale
  
  AGE: 26
  
  BIRTHDATE: (05/31/1999)
  
  PLACE OF BIRTH: Boston, Massachusetts
  
  HEIGHT: 5'8"
  
  WEIGHT: 140lbs
  
  OCCUPATION: Freelance Writer
  
  FEATURES: Striking eyes and a warm smile
  
  FACE CLAIM: Katheryn Winnick
  
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  POSITIVE: Inquisitive, Quick-witted, Warm, Versatile
  
  NEGATIVE: Aloof, Righteous, Judgmental, Hard-headed
  
  LIKES: Smell of hay, Nature-walks, Animals, Comforting Hugs, Exciting Adventures
  
  DISLIKES: Abrasive personalities, Immoral people, Heights, Enclosed spaces
  
  THEME SONG: Pristine - Snail Mail
  
  
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  BIOGRAPHY: Christine comes from an elite, Hollywood royal family: The Hollywood Vales. Her mother, her aunt, and her grandmother were all stars on the screen; her grandmother even being one of the illustrious silver screen queens. The family lived quite expensively, and well within the public's eye, on account of this. Christine's father was a nobody photographer who fell for the whim of Heather Vale, and the two eloped in three months. Following the wedding, a pair of twins popped out. Christine and Vivienne, closer to cherubs than actual, normal babies. They were beloved by the family, doted on, and the public didn't shy away from keeping the girls in the limelight for all their life. Hit movies starring the Vale Twins, hit songs, and even a cruise line or two with other child-stars. They were coveted for their beauty, and their knack for comedy among the other kids who watched their programs. Their big, big hit was a spot on a regular sitcom. Then, truly, they were catapulted into their own starlight.
  
  Christine was less-inclined to enjoy everything that fame offered, while her twin sister soaked up the praise. Christine was a homebody, and struggled with emotional issues behind closed doors. Her twin sister was her rock, in times like these, and the two kept each other sane and afloat through all the years.
  
  Tragedy struck when Vivienne went missing, after not coming home from high school one day. Christine had no idea where her sister was, but the rock in her stomach told her that something was wrong. Seven days later Vivienne was found in the bed of a truck, deep in the ravine by East Hollywood. She was swaddled in the dress she wore that day, but heavily beaten and strangled. Stab marks pocketed the girl, but of course Christine was never witness to it. Yet, call it a twin thing, she had known that the fateful end had come to her sister. She complained two nights before Vivienne was found about stomach pains, and was drenched in the sweat of a fever. Her body was aching and she had trouble swallowing.
  
  The death hit Christine hard, and without her moral support, she crumbled trying to keep the family name in the spotlight. Her family had no issue with their gigs, movies, and press releases, but Christine found herself reclusive. The paparazzi hounded the young girl, who wanted to leave it all behind. She took one controversial job in a witch cult movie, which had very suggestive and dark content, and suddenly the world turned on her. They condemned the child star for branching into something so against her image, and she was slammed by every media outlet. She lost fans fast, the prestige, and maybe it was what she wanted-- because she was cast out by society.
  
  Her family took pity on Christine and sent her away to live with her paternal grandparents on a rural farm in northern British Columbia. Somewhere far north, closer to Whistler, she was finally alone in the world. Rather than hate it... she adored it. She became quite comfortable with the farm animals, and with performing the laborious tasks, but it thickened the palms of her hands and left her fingerpads bleeding. It was real work, and she thrived. For the later parts of her high school year, she finally felt normal.
  
  Sometime before graduating, Christine made the decision to move to the big city for schooling. She'd wanted to pursue her love of writing, casual fiction and the occasional screenplay she'd penned, and so she did. Her years at UBC Vancouver were great, and it was a nice transition back into social life. She'd spent the last five years isolated with only dead radios and the love of a community. She was recognized by a few people, but Canadians were kind.
  
  After graduating with a BA in Creative Writing, she got offered a job to work as an assistant writer on an indie film in Quebec. One plane ride, and she'd finally be living out her dream.
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  OTHER INFO: She can ride a horse like hell
  

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[Horace]

Full Name: Horace Bartholomew Weaver

Age: 60

Birthdate: 8/16/60

Place of Birth: Charleston, West Virginia

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 156 lbs

Occupation: Pawnbroker/Drug dealer/Carpenter

Features: Bruising, discoloration, and a perpetual look of "I don't give a damn!"

FACE CLAIM:
Positive: he is probably one of a handful of people in the world adept at recapturing fringe experiences and out of production knick-knacks
Negative: he despites it when people tell him he can't do something according to the law, because it's immoral, and he'll become someone else.
Likes:
Puzzles
Making fun of busybodies
Alternate states of mind
Dislikes:
Dealing with emotions
Prophets and other so-called truth tellers
Theme Song:
Biography: Before his shop was known simply as The Emporium there was the clothes' store Weavers which had been so until his mother died. While he worked under his mother his eccentricities had been kept under wrap: he went to the church of the God who cared about him and her; he supported his friends with earthly ambitions, who had children, and hoped their children would. Like so many Christians he believed in being born again -- he had heard about the family curse, of dreadful phantoms being this way and that, from the woman who gave birth to a self-aware puppet, and she deserved a thousand more smiles, half as many smirks, and a negligible amount of grimaces -- and because of them he sacrificed the courage to speak his mind for the only one he ever loved for half his life. In truth, if she was sometimes thrown down the rabbit hole by some preternatural imbalance to her every ebb and flow he stood nearby, and though distant but attentive relatives will say he was fanatic about her convulsions, Horace was empathetic about lost time.

The way that the ages of trees are measured is by their rings, and with none of his own, perhaps that makes him ageless. Or at least as long as any remained in his possession they never rested on an anointed finger; it was warranted on strange occasions to play with one on the unusual digit for him when there came a persistent partner whose interest for the uncanny might envelop even folk in places with neon abound. These connections were, for the most part, demonstrations of the man he was; sometimes ostentatious, sometimes spying.

Horace never tells others his age unless he first had to produce his ID, this of course, on the soft end of a spiel listing his obvious and not so obvious qualifications for leaving aside this and other formalities like this altogether. Instead, he will often cite the number of serious betrayals (40), or therapists he has broken (13).

 

[PinkChiffon]

Maura Reed

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  FULL NAME: Maura June Reed
  
  AGE: 35
  
  BIRTHDATE: 03.17.90
  
  PLACE OF BIRTH: Tunnel Hill, Georgia, USA.
  
  HEIGHT: 5'10"
  
  WEIGHT: 148 lbs
  
  OCCUPATION: Attending trauma surgeon at a teaching hospital.
  
  FEATURES: Maura's dark brown eyes contrast against her light, strawberry blonde hair. She has excellent posture and speaks with a silvery voice.
  
  FACE CLAIM: Héloïse Guérin
  
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  POSITIVE: Empathetic, decisive, professional, charismatic.
  
  NEGATIVE: Recalcitrant, petty, overcritical, manipulative.
  
  LIKES: Baroque pop, wine, antiques, the Braves.
  
  DISLIKES: Cold weather, fireworks, conferences, rain.
  
  THEME SONG: Under the Table- Fiona Apple
  
  
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  BIOGRAPHY:
  On March 3rd, 1990, Maura June was the first child born to Charlie and Josie Reed. The newlywed young couple, both in their early 20's, were overwhelmed with happiness and were looking forward to starting this chapter of their life. A few weeks after the birth of their daughter, the Reed's sought to have her baptized into their church. As is the norm, this was a family affair. Much to the chagrin of Josie and Charlie, no one does math faster than gossipy, older women at a baptism. Word had got around that Maura was conceived out of wedlock, and the more conservative members of their families severed ties with the budding family shortly after. It was just the three of them now, but that suited Josie and Charlie just fine. Josie and Charlie were both teachers, middle school, and high school respectively. It was apparent that Maura was a bright girl from a young age, but was offset by the fact that she was a troublemaker. She was loud, messy, and bossy. She didn't get along with the other kids in her neighborhood all that well, nor did she connect with her classmates in her elementary school. She was often in trouble with her teachers and was a distraction to her classmates. As educators, her parents recognized that her school just wasn't a good fit for Maura. Maura was transferred into a catholic school in a neighboring town. The rules were rigid and were strictly enforced, and Maura thrived there. Her penchant for disrupting her classmates turned into her trying to compete with them academically. When Maura was around 7, her family expanded just a little bit more, and she welcomed twin brothers, Owen and Noah.
  
  Maura's adolescent years we're overall, unremarkable. She worked herself to the bone in school, craving academic success more than anything in her young life. Maura told people, prompted or not, that she was destined for something more then what her town had to offer her, and she was only going to get there by being the best. She finished high school with high honors. For university, Maura left her small town behind for Atlanta, Georgia. Freshman chemistry major Maura, away from home for the first time, earned a reputation among her peers for being very intelligent, but also very arrogant about it. These were lonely times for Maura, and she spent a lot of time alone trying to overcome the competitive habits she had picked up as a child. During her second year of schooling, Maura had started to learn how to check her ego and began to form some meaningful friendships with her classmates. There was one girl in particular that Maura had grown close with, Julie. Julie was everything that Maura had admired in another person, she was bright, kind, and compassionate, and Maura was crazy about her. In an effort to get closer to her, Maura joined the premedical society on campus. Maura was a chemistry major with an analytical concentration, with very little interest in medical science. But the more meetings she attended, and presentations she watched, the more and more the thought of being a doctor appealed to her. Before her sophomore year came to a close, Maura picked up a second major in biology and doubled down on taking classes geared towards premedical students. Maura and Julie started dating, both finding comfort in having someone there working to achieve the same goal. At the age of 22, Maura had down well on her MCATs and graduated from undergrad in the top 10% of her class, along with Julie. With her good marks, Maura had her pick of several schools but was planning on staying in Atlanta for school. Her family wasn't far, and she was comfortable in the city. Julie's plans, however, were different. She also had her choice of schools but had made up her mind to go to Washington state. Maura made the first rash decision in her life and opted to follow a girl to the other side of the country, something she never saw herself doing.
  
  Medical school was hard, it was an environment where everyone was "the best", and Maura's ego took a massive hit. She was constantly tightly wound, and she found herself falling back into her competitive habits. With Maura and Julie both in school full time, and working part-time to cover what their loans won't, there was a lot of stress in their apartment all the time, and their relationship started to crack under the pressure. Afraid of losing the only person she knew out there, Maura pulled the equivalent of putting a bandaid on a gunshot, and she proposed to Julie. Julie said yes, and they were married in a small courthouse ceremony in their 3rd year of school. For some time, this seemed to fix their problems. They were happy to be married, and in a year they graduated medical school, relieving some of the pressure they were feeling. At age 26, Maura jumped right into her five-year-long trauma surgical residency. Professionally, things were going very well for Maura, she fit in well with her fellow residents, and she got along famously with her attending. Her personal life was another story. She could feel the distance between her and Julie growing. The erratic residency schedule meant that neither of them was home often, much less being home at the same time as the other. Julie finished her family medicine residency first, after three years. She took a position at a different hospital from Maura, cutting their time together down just a little bit more. Either Maura was intentionally being thick, or she was just refusing the see the writing on the wall, Maura double down in her efforts to keep her marriage afloat. Counseling, vacations, ever more counseling, Maura tried it all. Everything came to a head when Julie accused Maura of love bombing, and the two separated. It wasn't long after that that Maura was served with divorce papers.
  
  Now 31, recently divorced, and having completed her residency, Maura did the only thing she could, she packed everything up and moved back to Georgia. She got an apartment with her brother Noah in Atlanta and went to do her fellowship. The following two years were uneventful for Maura. She was struggling with the emotional toll her divorce took on her but was able to find her footing again with the help of her family. At 33, she finished her fellowship and boards, Maura stayed at the same hospital for a year where she became a rising star in her field. Maura was offered employment as an attending trauma surgeon at the teaching hospital, and she jumped at the chance. Presently, Maura oversees a small team of residents.
  
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  OTHER INFO: Maura still holds onto her wedding band. She keeps the simple white gold band threaded on a necklace chain. She seldom wears it, but she can’t bring herself to let it sit to collect dust in her jewelry box, and it always comes with her when she travels.
  
  Maura has a german shepherd named Virchow that stays with her brother when she goes out of town.

 

[brightkings]

FULL NAME: Donnovan Lester Bouvier

AGE: 23

BIRTHDATE: 09/07/2002

PLACE OF BIRTH: Montreal, Quebec

HEIGHT: 6'1

WEIGHT: 197.2 lbs

OCCUPATION: Caterer (Hotel)

FEATURES: Brown eyes and brown hair, a bit underweight for his age

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PERSONALITY

POSITIVE: Ambitious, Logical, Adaptable, Honest

NEGATIVE: Selfish, Pessimistic, Holds Grudges, Tactless

LIKES: Music (Jazz and Classical), Cleanliness, Logic, Clouds, Cities

DISLIKES: Parades, Gregarious People, Small Talk, Sunsets

THEME SONG: Natural - Imagine Dragons

Biography:

Spoiler: biography

Donnovan Lester Bouvier was born to Josephine Bouvier and Trent Willis on September 7th, 1997. Their relationship fizzled shortly afterwards, with Josephine wanting to raise the child correctly and shower him with love and affection, whilst Trent was handling the situation with as much maturity and taking as much responsibility as a boy in a college fraternity. And so, he dealt with it in the only way he knew how, apparently: by leaving. And never coming back. Not a note for Donnovan's birthday, not a fishing trip or a reserved bowling alley for the boys. Josephine doesn't have much resentment left for Willis, though her son's feelings differ greatly. In his mind, anybody who abandoned the most beautiful, loving, kind, patient woman on the planet deserved nothing but a death penalty. His first drawing was one of scrawled crayon at age four, with him in a superhero's outfit putting Willis behind bars. There was much red wax used, in places that made Josephine throw it away almost right after.
(Donnovan made much more disturbing drawings when he grew up.)
(Josephine threw those away as well.)
Donnovan grew up in a not-so-good financial situation, though he knew his mother was trying her best to provide. And so, it became his mission to always do his best, no matter what arseholes he may encounter in his quests. Along with this came his thirst to prove himself, along with other not-so-good qualities he doesn't quite like about himself. Though, if it helped him in his calling for glory, however minimal, it couldn't be that bad. Right? No matter, he wouldn't listen anyways. Just ask his classmates when they were supposed to work on the chemical volcano as a group. They would testify. You could even ask the rest of the employees who worked for Bouvier Catering. They would testify for an incredibly long amount of time.
He didn't have many friends growing up, most in his always-working brain. Most disliked him, really. Perhaps for his stubbornness, the 'my way or the highway' attitude. Perhaps due to his overly task-oriented nature, that would later translate into textbook workaholic behavior. Perhaps the fact he scowled at anyone who dare speak his name, including teachers. Perhaps a combination of all of these. It had, after all, earned him quite a few detentions. It didn't mean too much to him. After all, friends would be a distraction. A positive distraction, according to various mental health websites he'd been browsing secretly, but a distraction nonetheless. Plus, as he moved quite a bit (about once every year), grounding himself to one person or a few wouldn't be that good. His mother had done it with Trent, and look where that got her.
He got his first job at age sixteen, when he became a caterer along with his mother at Elysium Sterling, and never looked back. There, he discovered his love of jazz music, and playing the trumpet through a funny bellhop named Rowan Hughes, who he would consider his best and only friend. In fact, they'd started a band together. They never really got anywhere, of course, but it was fun.
Then, after seven years of staying in that hotel, watching the average stars go up, up, down, and up again on screens that, had he stared any longer, would make him require glasses, his mother got another job offer only a bit away. Just in British Columbia, where he'd resided from ages seven to nine. However, as Donnovan finds out, there are some things he hadn't known about the province. Namely, a cosmic entity that's out for blood.

 

[dendygar]

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  FULL NAME: Menashe 'Manny' Berkowitz
  
  AGE: 25... permanently.
  
  BIRTHDATE: 10/19/1956
  
  PLACE OF BIRTH: Chicago, Illinois
  
  HEIGHT: 5'11
  
  WEIGHT: 173 lbs
  
  OCCUPATION: Journalist
  
  FEATURES: Toned, black hair and blue eyes, fair skin.
  
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  POSITIVE: Introspective, kind-hearted, loyal, honest.
  
  NEGATIVE: Withdrawn, paranoid, prone to self-sabotage.
  
  LIKES: A good coffee, warm food, lengthy conversations and in general being in nature.
  
  DISLIKES: Water, confrontation, being alone, the dark.
  
  THEME SONG: Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles
  
  
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  BIOGRAPHY:
  Menashe Berkowitz was born to Israeli-raised Bibi Berkowitz and Chicago-native Rivkah Silvers. Both of his parents were wealthy, his mother having inherited her father's will and everything in it after his untimely passing, and his father was a jewelry designer. Being an only child at the beginning, he was showered with all of the love, affection and attention. Even though he was spoiled, he never became a brat. When Rivkah got pregnant again and had a daughter, Manny was over the moon with joy. Shirah was born when Menashe was 7, and he gained his love to tell stories from telling his baby sister them growing up. By the time had had his Bar Mitzvah, he knew that he was going to be a journalist. In high school, he was the head of the newspaper committee, and in college he graduated with honors. Straight out the gate he began to work for the Chicago Tribune, and he never really had set his eyes on anyone romantic. Sure, he had the occasional one night stand with a man or woman, but nothing ever stuck because he was chasing whatever next story he was eager to catch.
  
  That was how he ended up at the Seven Stars Hotel. With the Manson murders still on the minds of the people all over the world, Manny caught wind of a suspicious death up north and decided to investigate after stumbling upon some newspaper clippings from the area during a late-night coffee-fueled haze. The following week, after getting funding from his supervisors and chief editors, he made his way up to British Colombia on one of the most beautiful road trips of his life. He didn't know he wouldn't be returning home. The hotel became Manny's home. Armed with his typewriter and his camera, he set out on a quest for his biggest story yet.
  
  Manny has lost count of how many winters he's seen, how many full moons and summers and seasons have passed. Although the hotel has shifted shapes around him, residents have come and go, cockroaches and families of mice having great-great-great-great grandchildren, he hasn't gained a single grey hair. He hasn't celebrated a birthday. He can't tell if the hotel staff had forgotten or if he's forgotten himself. The calendar rotted away.
  
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[Shotgunpenguin]

Full Name: Samantha Kerbson

Age: 31

Birthdate: 2/13/94

Place of Birth: Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 121 lbs

Occupation: Librarian

Features: A small scar across the bridge of her nose, a small blotchy birthmark on her lower back, just on the outside of her spine.

FACE CLAIM:

Positive: Analytical, Good memory, Empathetic, Emotionally stable

Negative: Physically weak, Easily startled, Doesn't do well under pressure

Likes: Books, Big dogs, The smell of rain,

Dislikes: Clutter, Teenagers, Gambling, Being called short

Theme Song:

Biography: Samantha was born to a small family of 3, her father worked on a fishing boat and her mother was a therapist, while her older sister had just entered 7th grade. Due to her parents work she was often looked after by her older sister Veronica, although they were always present when it mattered. Veronica would always read to Samantha when she was bored, long before she even knew what any of the words meant, all that mattered was hearing her sister read. Her love for books stayed with her as she grew up, spending most of her free time either reading at home or spending hours getting lost within the local library. Science fiction, biographies, mysteries, any genre that she could get her hands on she would enthusiastically pour over every word until she felt like she could recite them by heart.

As the years went on she found herself growing more and more fond of the old library where she spent her youth, and sought a part-time job both to earn money but also to help out the owner. They owner was an elderly man known as Nicholas who had lived his entire life in Portsmouth with his wife, and after she had passed away he couldn't bring himself to move away. Some of the other students at her high school would spread rumors about him, how he had killed his wife and buried her underneath the library, or that he was a part of some secret cult, but Samantha often ignored them. Nicholas was a little eccentric, sometimes she would hear him muttering in a language she didn't understand, but to go as far to say that he was in a cult was an insult to him. He was a kind old man who was always happy to indulge her interest in books, and when he finally passed it deeply saddened her.

Samantha moved away from Portsmouth to Oregon when she was 23 years old in order to pursue her dream of running and overseeing her own library just like the one in her hometown. It was difficult at first, the town that she had moved to was less rural than she was used to and it showed as she was constantly in the red for her first two years. Even after profits had stabilized she found it hard to maintain the library the way she dreamed, as instead of inquisitive minds and avid readers she instead had to deal with disrespectful teens and adults who thought her library was a playground for their amusement. Damaged books, children running and screaming through the rows of books and judgemental looks of parents who expected her to look after their children for them. It was nothing like what she dreamed of, and after five years of business she sold the building and moved back to her hometown, dejected and unsure of herself.

When she returned to her hometown Samantha learned that Nicholas had passed a week before, leaving his library without anyone to look after it. Acting quickly, she managed to purchase the building from an auction and become it's new owner. Now in the library where she spent her youth, she quickly settled into a routine for the next three years. Through that time she had taken a look through Nicholas's belongings that he had left behind, including a journal that he kept since he was a young adult. The journals were bound with thick leather and smelled faintly of the sea whenever she had read them, and they seemed to recount his daily life along with his dreams. Some of the entries were what you would expect, daily observations and the like, however it appeared that his dreams were plagued by nightmares of a darkened sea. He would write about a dark shape lurking below the sea, always visible out of the corner of his eyes but never enough for him to get a clear look. The last of his entries were barely legible, his handwriting shaky and rough before trailing off.

The journals troubled Samantha for a time, feelings of unease and unexplained noises plagued her for some time. The memories of Nicholas's rumored cult membership began to creep in the back of her mind as she set herself on her work. Maybe it was the weather, or maybe something else, but she began to feel as if she was being watched. Perhaps she needed to get away for a bit, a nice and relaxing vacation seemed like just the solution she needed. Maybe she would try and fly somewhere for a change, she had never been on a plane before and Canada seemed like a great place for a vacation.

Other Info: The scar on her nose is the result of a heavy reference book falling on her while she was attempting to retrieve it. Since then she's made sure to keep the heavier books lower on the shelves.

 

[Heterological]

FULL NAME: Thomas Williams

AGE: 24

BIRTHDATE: 09/15/2003

PLACE OF BIRTH: London

HEIGHT: 5' 9"

WEIGHT: 227 Ibs

OCCUPATION: Mechanical engineer

FEATURES: His hair is slightly curly, and swirls on his head, forming a thick mat of hair. His eyes are gray, and he has a slight limp in his right leg.

FACE CLAIM: Alex Lawther

POSITIVE: He's a fast-thinker, has great deduction, and rationalizes everything

NEGATIVE: He worries a lot, constantly double-checks things, and can't let things go

LIKES: puzzles, interesting facts, creating things, soft music

DISLIKES: fire, discomfort, senseless people

THEME SONG: Five

BIOGRAPHY:
Even as a boy, Thomas needed to find out everything about the world. His dad was a math major and pushed him to be the best in his classes and competitions. His mom was an electrical engineer and encouraged him to learn new things. He remembers looking at the sky at the age of five and wondering why the sky was blue. Whenever he wanted to know something, he would go to one of his parents and ask a question. Thomas learned about light refraction and the concept of evolution at the age of nine and was winning math and science competitions at the age of eleven. The concepts of evolution fascinated him, and he spent many hours listening to educational YouTubers. With the rise of advanced technology, he got a modern phone and started tinkering with it. He found that he wasn't quite as good with electrics, but he still loved coding as a side habit. His first few attempts at a project failed, but after working for six months, most of which were spent in front of a computer screen, his first good coding project was finished at the age of twelve. It was a simple text adventure game. As Thomas grew older, technology advanced. Simulations were made, and he made some cool videos using editing software and physics simulations. He bought physics-based sandbox games and constructed working planes and robots. Eventually, though, he grew tired of it, and he turned his interest to mechanical robotics.

He started off using Legos to create machinery using a Lego controller and motors. It started off small, with tiny walking robots and some remote-controlled cars, but when he got his first 3D printer for his thirteenth birthday, he started making parts and writing software. Thomas won a few small-time robotic championships and graduated high school with flying colors, along with some prize money. A scholarship from the University of Leeds was awarded to him.

University there was tough. He had a scholarship, true, but he still had to pay living expenses. He worked a part-time job as a retail worker to cover costs. Between college and his job he had barely any free time, and the rest of the time he had was mostly spent studying. Thomas didn't have many friends, and his roommates weren't the best to be with. They were mostly lazy and would leave junk everywhere. Often he would wake up in the middle of the night because someone had turned the TV to full volume. Eventually, he got his schedule under control, but he wasn't the same person. Burnout had made him more tired and less motivated. After finishing his degree, he took a year off, moving back to his house while he paid loans. Gradually recovering from his burnout, he spent most of his days on his phone or a computer. After he paid off most of his debt, Thomas got a six-month contract for a small-time company. It was relatively easy, with decent coworkers and little to no delays.

 

[BasiliskVeranda]

Alex

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• 
  FULL NAME: Alexei 'Alex' Hearst
  
  AGE: 30
  
  BIRTHDATE: (11/25/1995)
  
  PLACE OF BIRTH: Hartford, CT
  
  HEIGHT: 6' even
  
  WEIGHT: 173lbs
  
  OCCUPATION: Investigative Journalist
  (Actually writes for shitty conspiracy theory/occult/tin-foil hat publications, but somehow makes bank doing it, because people are stupid)
  
  FEATURES: The first thing one might think upon seeing Al would be that he's fairly handsome and would probably be a good drinking partner. He has a confident gait without being overbearing, an expressive face, and a deviously quirked smile promising interesting conversations. The cigarettes, always finding their way between his teeth, are a marker of a life lived appreciating various vices. The tattoos that litter his skin speak to stories he'd like to tell you about sometime, but only after he's had his coffee.
  
  Even the blue of his eyes tells its own tale; something more twilight than dawn, with a hint of perhaps knowing what he shouldn't. Whether that's fun-seeking debauchery or a flavor of sinister, one can't be too certain, except right now he's smiling. And that smile might as well be the sun itself.
  
  These visual assessments are on-the-nose, but with repeated exposure to the sarcastic, irreverent, laissez faire blond, one might find themselves wishing they'd never assessed anything at all.
  
  FACE CLAIM: Boyd MFing Holbrook
  
• 
  POSITIVE: Curious, humorous, fun-loving, decisive, adaptable, quick-thinking.
  
  NEGATIVE: Reckless, impulsive, distractible, evasive, addictive, manipulative.
  
  LIKES: The unexpected, music of all sorts, cigarettes, breathtaking artwork, witty women, competent men, 'spinning' stories, exploring, and vices of various accords.
  
  DISLIKES: Being told what to do/how to act/what to think, roaches, baseless machismo/arrogance, 'killjoys', awkward silence.
  
  THEME SONG:
  Billy Idol - Dancing With Myself
  
  But really:
  Amanda Palmer - Leeds United
  
  
• 
  BIOGRAPHY: Alex is a charming, irreverent nobody, or at least that's what he wants you to think. Growing up the third son of a rich media mogul (Dmitri Hearst) who founded an empire (Hearst & Co.) on trashy tabloid magazines, he's done an expert job at detaching himself from his old money roots. (Insofar as appearances, of course he still takes that money whenever he needs it. Hypocrites gonna' hypocrite.)
  
  But he did, indeed, make a name for himself. Or rather, carved out a niche adjacent to where his family thought he'd be.
  
  They envisioned high profile PR agency standings, or becoming the executive of one of H&C's new European branches (very classy, much Vogue-lite). Never did they suspect he'd take his natural gift for writing and editorials, douse it in weed, lighter fluid and McDonalds, and repackage it in caustic plastics for shit-tier occult magazines and tabloid competitors.
  
  H&C grew up, but apparently Alex grew laterally, if only to rub salt into the wounds.
  
  He never had the desire to rub elbows with suits, or chase hours of meetings with more hours of meetings. For this, he went his own way and wrote about the most abstract of abstract. The most horrifying of 'true' horror. He found fame in penning exposes on what lurks in the night, what cannot be seen by the naked eye, and what everyone knows is...bullshit.
  
  Or, at least, they're supposed to know it's bullshit; this is Al's true opinion. But don't tell the many readers of the various publications he spills ink for that.
  
  They'll just think he's been replaced by a body-double lizard person, just like Avril fucking Lavigne was, way back when. The strange thing is, that might not be that far off the mark.
  
• 
  OTHER INFO: I haven't decided how bad or good he is. Let's see what goes down.
  

 

[zippy]

Chip Douglas

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  FULL NAME: Christian "Chip" Randolph Douglas
  
  AGE: 23
  
  BIRTHDATE: (01/03/2002)
  
  PLACE OF BIRTH: Anchorage, Alaska
  
  HEIGHT: 5'10
  
  WEIGHT: 162 lbs
  
  OCCUPATION: Purveyor of Happiness (Drug Dealer)
  
  FEATURES: Chip is fairly unintimidating in appearance, only slightly above height and just fit enough to not be skinny. His hair is a dark brown, though streaks of light brown highlights occur naturally if he spends a lot of time in the sun. He usually keeps himself "well-kept", but the most notable thing about Chip is that he always seems to have a stupid smirk on his face.
  
  FACE CLAIM: Charlie Rowe
  
• 
  POSITIVE: [Relaxed] [Creative] [Accepting] [Extroverted]
  
  NEGATIVE: [Doesn't take anything seriously] [Impatient] [Stubborn] [Below Average Intelligence]
  
  LIKES: [Winter] [Dancing] [When people give him unhealthy amounts of attention] [Getting high] [Obnoxious flirting] [The great outdoors]
  
  DISLIKES: [Being cooped up] [Rain] [Dogs-borderline fear] [Being ignored] [When people use large words] [Feeling stupid] [High-Strung people]
  
  THEME SONG: Killing an Afternoon
  
  
• 
  BIOGRAPHY:
  Though the Douglas family originated in upstate New York, Chip was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska. The strange circumstances surrounding his birth fuelled the intense imposter syndrome that stuck with him throughout the entirety of his childhood. His only other sibling was 15 years older than him, and as a result, Chip was effectively raised as an only child. This he didn't mind all that much. His parents were kind enough and fairly well-off, leading to him having a pleasant and privileged upbringing. The only oddities occurred when Chip himself asked one too many questions, annoying his mother and getting him sent to bed without dinner.
  
  It was rather odd though.
  
  Both his parents and his sister had fair skin, white-blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes. Of course, genetics weren't straightforward, and once he was old enough to understand it didn't bother him so much. However, it stuck in his mind how defensive his mother would get when 7-year-old Chip asked why he looked so different. This combined with her anger when he asked why they moved to Anchorage shortly before his birth turned Chip against his parents. Rebellious and angry, the unanswered questions about himself caused these feelings to seep into other aspects of his life. Before he knew it, Chip had become quite the trouble maker in school, constantly getting into trouble and mingling with people he had no business even speaking with.
  
  His interest in drugs started around age 13 when he was hanging out with a senior who passed him a blunt to try. It wouldn't be accurate to say Chip was hooked per se, but the stoner community gave him a way to take his mind off of the larger issues plaguing his life. He began spending more time with his friends on their couches than he did at home in his bed. It was at 16 when Chip officially moved out of his parent's home and began dealing drugs as a lifestyle. Naturally, it followed that he dropped out of high school, not seeing the point in a "traditional education" when there were plenty of other ways to make money. And good money as well. It took only an additional year before he was able to save up enough money to stop mooching off of his friends. He was a free man.
  
  Satisfaction, though, was still just out of reach. No matter how much he made and whatever cocktail of drugs he used to distract himself, it was impossible to keep running from the nagging feeling that something was odd about his family. Something was odd about him. A few weeks before his twenty-first his father passed away in a freak boating accident. The two weren't exactly close, but the loss still devastated the young man. At the funeral, his sister turned to him, and rather than offering some sort of sibling comfort she merely uttered five words before pushing past him.
  
  "This is all your fault."
  
  Chip assumed that she was referring to his drug usage, or just generally not being there for their parents. The following days, Chip helped clean and pack away his father's belongings. When he found an envelope with his name on it, his guilt prevented him from opening it. Instead, he tucked it away and promptly forced it out of his memory. It was another 2 years before Chip could bring himself to open the letter and what he found shocked him enough to think it was a silly prank. Aside from the general regrets about not raising Chip correctly, there was one particular line that stood out. "All your answers are in Buffalo" followed by an address. The chance to finally get answers to questions he'd been asking all his life was too irresistible to ignore. He bought the first plane ticket he could, ready to finally not be in the dark about his family's secrets.
• 
  OTHER INFO: (add whatever you want here)
  

 

[idalie]

Jack Marshall

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  FULL NAME: Jack Frederick Marshall
  
  AGE: 37
  
  BIRTHDATE: 06/15/1988
  
  PLACE OF BIRTH: Rosswood, British Columbia
  
  HEIGHT: 6'4"
  
  WEIGHT: 190 lbs
  
  OCCUPATION: Logger
  
  FEATURES: Whilst Jack is a broad, intimidating figure, it is often overshadowed by his melancholic nature. Rugged around the edges, unshaven and calloused, it’s clear to see he’s led a hard life.
  
  FACE CLAIM: Henry Cavill
  
• 
  POSITIVE: Reliable, practical, hard-working, attentive.
  
  NEGATIVE: Stand-offish, stubborn, quick-tempered, cynical.
  
  LIKES: Dry Irish stout, cold crisp mornings, pine sap, bad radio shows,
  
  DISLIKES: Hindsight, being ignored, unwarranted blame, humidity.
  
  THEME SONG: In the Pines - Danny Farrant & Paul Rawson
  
  
• 
  BIOGRAPHY:
  Jack was born in the summer of ‘88. A healthy baby boy with little struggle, pleasant-tempered and sleepy-eyed. He would be the only child of the Marshall family, a son who was meant to be cherished until his mother fell sick. From the day he could walk, his spare time would be dedicated to caring for her whilst his father worked. No bedtime stories, no family holidays, just his mother’s weak and watery smiles as she apologised. The days he got to himself were few and far in between, happier to go to school and pretend he was just some nobody rather than stay home and play doctor. His father tried for them, working himself into the ground, a towering silhouette of Jack’s youth in big hobnail boots and no face. The giant of a man lingering in his bedroom doorway to kiss his son on the head when he slept, too ashamed to acknowledge his boy was losing his youth.
  
  As he turned fourteen, his mother died. It was expected with her steady decline, although death has never been kind to those left behind. Between him and his father, the air was suddenly lighter. Jack’s grief led him to bad types, starting a smoking habit that he’d never quite give up and a penchant for drinking his problems, seeking the truth at the bottom of a bottle. He began to fail, his grades slipped, his father not knowing what to do made punishments harder. When he was seventeen, he was forced to work beside his father at the logging camps over the summer to keep him out of trouble. For once, Jack and his father spoke. They worked from dawn till dusk, the job was good and the pay made you feel like a man. After the summer he’d drop out of high school to pursue an apprenticeship.
  
  Setting his life on track came with its highs and lows, meeting a big shot city girl who he’d eventually settle down with. Relocating from Quebec to Rosswood, they even started a family of their own. Jack was determined not to let the past replay itself and within a couple of years of their marriage, they’d produced a son. His father was a good grandparent, although he passed away when their boy was just a year old. Heart attack the doctors said, the stress finally caught up with him.
  
  His marriage was not always a happy one, but they made it work. He would’ve done anything for his son, anything for his wife - if it meant a peaceful home and a content family. For the most part it worked. Through all his grief and misled youth, it was everything he had wished for. Stability and comfort. They had planned to have more children, to move, but nothing changed down in Rosswood. Perhaps if they’d done what they’d intended, if they’d taken the risk, they wouldn’t have lost their boy. Age eleven he went missing in the local forests that he and his father had loved so much. They found him six months later, or what was left. Nobody quite knows what happened to him, whether he starved or was attacked, ate something he shouldn't. The investigation didn’t shed any more light.
  
  Jack lost his wife that night, she threw things, screamed, and within days after the official burial, she’d vanished back to Quebec. After a year she put the divorce proceedings into action, forcing Marshall to fly from Vancouver to settle what remained.
• 
  OTHER INFO: (add whatever you want here)
  

 

[Sir Galahad II]

Travis Clark

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• 
  FULL NAME: Travis Evan Clark
  
  AGE: 29
  
  BIRTHDATE: 03/07/1996
  
  PLACE OF BIRTH: Haines Junction, Yukon
  
  HEIGHT: 6'0"
  
  WEIGHT: 170 lbs.
  
  OCCUPATION: Freelancer
  
  FEATURES: Travis has relatively long, dark hair, a short beard, fairly light skin, and dark brown eyes. He has a few scars on his fingers, and a small one near his right eyebrow, but his more noticable ones are on his right forearm and his left ankle. You would expect a larger man to be easy to notice, but he seems to have a lighter step than most people, and he often keeps to himself.
  
  FACE CLAIM: I couldn't find his name.
  
• 
  POSITIVE: Resourceful, self-sufficient, empathetic, calm under pressure, knowledgeable
  
  NEGATIVE: Withdrawn, reserved, avoids conflict, holds grudges
  
  LIKES: Wildlife, wilderness, drawing, writing in his journal, songs with acoustic guitars
  
  DISLIKES: Cities, conversations with strangers, talking about family, mosquitos
  
  THEME SONG:
  
  
• 
  BIOGRAPHY: Travis was always the odd one, at least among his family; being the second youngest five children, he grew up quieter and less bold than his siblings. As a result (or perhaps the other way around,) his other siblings seemed to receive most of the attention-- and for the most part, that was fine by him. While most children his age would be running around and playing games, Travis would be watching bugs or drawing things. Being raised in a village of about six hundred people, he would come to know the names of everyone around his age, yet he'd only ever come to make friends with a select few of them. He excelled in his early years of schooling, but barely managed to get by later on, seeming to do anything but study-- much to the frustration of his parents.
  
  He grew more distant from his family as he got older, preferring the company of others (more often himself, however) over the more boisterous and chaotic atmosphere his family had to offer; they were too busy for him most of the time, and when they weren't, their overbearing attitude only served to make him more reluctant to join them for the occasional family activity. This isn't to say that Travis never had any good moments with his family, but the two just didn't have a firm enough understanding of one another to close this growing divide.
  
  Eventually, this divide made their relationship more bitter; he was twenty one years old, and that year he'd been growing especially bitter with his older brother, who had been blaming Travis for the missing liquor in the house (in reality, Travises older brother didn't want to pay for alcohol for him and his friends); a minor offense to be sure, but conflict resolution was not a skill this household taught well. The final straw for Travis, however, came one night in the form of a hitchhiker; his car had broken down a mile or so out of town, he explained, so he walked the rest of the way to Haines Junction in the snow to find help. Since night was falling, he asked to stay at the Clark residence until morning, but Travises family didn't trust him, and sent him away. Not wanting the man to potentially be left out in the snow, Travis let him sneak into the window of his room so he could sleep on the floor; he seemed to be telling the truth, and besides, he didn't see why anyone would drive all the way out to the middle of nowhere to rob someone.
  
  Unfortunately for Travis, his parents needed his help shoveling snow the next morning, and were shocked to find the hitchhiker inside the house. They forced him out and started yelling at Travis for letting a stranger into the house at night, which naturally attracted the attention of his siblings. It devolved into a heated argument. His older brother grew more aggressive and stepped toward him; Travis shoved him away, and he hit Travis with a left hook, giving him a small gash near his right eyebrow. His family broke up the fight and scolded Travises older brother, but the damage had already been done. Travis went back to his room and locked the door behind him; his parents tried getting him to come out for a few minutes before giving up. When they returned several hours later, they found the door unlocked-- and a letter on the bed, with a few small, damp splotches scattered across the page.
  
  Fortunately for Travis, he got his passport a number of years ago. He hitchhiked across Yukon and into Alaska, where he freelanced jobs such as logging and hunting until he had enough money to buy a beat up but serviceable truck. He traveled Alaska, Montana, and all across Canada for roughly eight years, meeting new people, freelancing, and most of all, exploring nature. His family would attempt to text and email him dozens upon dozens of times, but there would come a point where he would stop reading those messages and simply let them pile up in his inbox.
  
  His travels eventually took him to Quebec, and while he was out hunting, he was ambushed by a pack of wolves. His revolver was holstered on his right side, but one of the wolves tore into his right arm before he could reach for it, while another halted his escape by biting into his left leg. He managed to stay calm enough to draw the gun with his left hand, however, and he shot the two wolves, scaring the rest away. He was bleeding heavily, but he was lucky enough to have attracted the attention of two nearby hunters, who provided first aid and drove him to a hospital. During his hospitalization, his parents expressed worry after finding out what happened to him, and once more apologized for causing him to leave all those years ago. They offered to fly him back to Yukon to settle their grievances in person, and Travis reluctantly accepted-- his travels had been getting lonelier, and he eventually had it within himself to shrug off the tension and find forgiveness for them. He sold his truck (it was on its last legs anyway,) went to Montreal, and boarded the plane. There was still a good bit of unease and uncertainty he felt over the thought of seeing his family for the first time in eight years.
  
  On the bright side, he never had to face that uncertainty.
• 
  OTHER INFO: None.
  

 

[Lulziqweee]

FULL NAME: Arthur Kevinston




AGE: 43 (Look, he just looks old.)

BIRTHDATE: 15/02/1982

PLACE OF BIRTH: St.Louis, Missouri

HEIGHT: 1.67M, 5"5.

WEIGHT: 127LB, 57KG

OCCUPATION: Former Deputy Chief of Police of St.Louis.

FEATURES: When people first encounters him, what draws them in first are those eyes. Unlike his siblings, he has the signature icy blue eyes that became his signature mark in the St.Louis Police department. He slightly limps due to the wound he suffered in the Gulf Wars, yet he is capable of incredible speed when required so.

FACE CLAIM: HBO The True Detective.

POSITIVE: He is a natural leader, with extraordinary charms and leadership.

NEGATIVE: The Afghanistan War leaves him traumatized and suffered with PTSD. (Suffered during a Black-Ops operation.) Terrified of Helicopters crashing, and screeching sounds.

LIKES: Newspapers, formal dresses, Guns.

DISLIKES: Criminals, Helicopters, screeching sounds

THEME SONG: Hotel California

BIOGRAPHY:

As Arthur always likes to say: " We are all just prisoners here, of our own device." As is his life.
Born into a poor family who remained in the Deep South during the civil right movements, Arthur became the target of school bullies, local white kids and many Mixed kids in his youth. Yet, in his pursuit of success, Arthur never shy away from those challenges. Instead, he steps up them one by one, and never failing to impress his elders regardless whether or not they hate him.

After expressing his talents in literature and biology during his high school years, his family raised a huge sum, even selling their house and lands down in the south and moved to New York, where he studied hard in Medical Science. After going through an uneventful 3 years, Arthur graduates from the College and became a Doctor in the Army.

During his time serving with the Army, Arthur displayed highly capable field-surgeon skills and medical emergency patch-ups.

When the Afghanistan War broke out, Arthur was tasked along with the rest of his squads to a secret Black Ops mission in the northern mountains. However, after going radio silence for 3 days, only Arthur emerged from the mountains to a nearby American camp with his teammates' Dogtags. After the war ended, Arthur was send back and quickly put in the police force of his birth place, St.Louis.

After solving a few cases, Arthur became famous as a highly talented detective, and took command of the St.Louis Police force as it's chief director after much hardwork in 2008. However, after being blamed by his own deputy director on a nationally infamous case, Arthur was deranked, and was forced out of the police force at the end of 2018.

After almost 7 year of retirement, Arthur decided to take time off from his own depression and problems. After arranging with a local travel agency, he got to Vancouver, and began this supposed uneventful trip.......