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[The Illuminati]

This thread is where all of the character profiles for 'Sanctuary' are placed. This thread is not for discussions, those belong in the 'Out Of Character' (OOC) thread. This thread is here simply to provide a quick and easy overview of the different characters, their personalities and personal history. If you would like to join Sanctuary, please visit the OOC to read up on the rules and learn more about the setting.

The RP is up!!:
Chapter One, Part I: Ominous Winds.
Chapter One, Part II: Foul Harvest.
Chapter Two, Part I: What Lurks Behind The Curtains.
Chapter Two, Part II: No Safe Harbour.
Chapter Three, Part I: Hope

iNPCs (Important Non-Player Characters):

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Mary-Anne Michaels
Mary-Anne is Brenda's mother and the only family Brenda has in Sanctuary. For many years, Mary-Anne worked as a maid for a Southern, upper class family -- until it was discovered that she was pregnant thanks to an affair she'd been having with the family's patriarch. Thankfully for Mary-Anne and her daughter, the wealthy heir refused his wife's pleas to turn away his own flesh and blood, and instead brought the two into his home as his own. Eventually though, the tension between the two families became too much for Brenda and she and Mary-Anne to moved to Sanctuary.

Brenda Nancy Michaels
A typical Southern belle, Brenda eventually left her upper class family to live in Sanctuary, where she discovered the joys of being anonymous.

Nurse Coraline 'Corra' Jackson
Strong willed but likable, with a secret addiction to Adderall. Nurse Corra left Sanctuary's original hospital after filing a sexual harassment lawsuit against Doctor Abby, and losing the suit. Now working for Milton Peters High School as the school's head nurse, she works hard to keep the kids healthy while living with the stigma of being a social outcast.


Howard Greer, The Mayor of Sanctuary
Like most self-respecting politicians, he's the definition of opportunistic. Better than most, Howard understands that how you handle a situation is how you're remembered by history. Basically, he believes that every disaster is an opportunity to excel his career.


Arliss Greer, The Fire Chief of Sanctuary
Violent and unstable with several scars from countless fights, Arliss' dangerous tendencies are only held in check by his twin brother, Truman Greer. While Arliss is the one that isn't afraid to get his hands dirty, the same explosive rage exists in the mayor as well -- and Arliss' daughter, Margaret Greer.


Margaret 'Greta' Greer
Raised as the Mayor's daughter, Geta is really Arliss', a secret very few people in Sanctuary know about. Wealthy, gorgeous, spoiled and cruel with an explosive rage that is completely unpredictable, Greta is slowly climbing her way to the top of the dog pile -- with every intention of being the last one standing.


Eve
Alice Eve is an ex-Sergeant in the Marine Corps and former member of a secretive special forces program that participated in combat operations in Iraq and Afghanistan. After officially retiring a few years ago, she was drafted into an experimental program by her old commander (now the general) to test a new serum. It was during this painful period when she met and befriended Candice Buncamper.

Candice Buncamper
Enthusiastic, affectionate, and overwhelming. The town manager is quite... She doesn't like to be told no, let's put it that way. If you ever see her coming, head the other way.

The General
Touch as nails, and backwards as hell. The general only has two loves, God & America. Devoutly religious, he shoots first, second, and third. That's why he was transferred to the military base, whatever is going on in there, they need a man that'll keep the train on it's tracks and stare the unbelievable in the face.


Dina Shepard
A genius, as well as a sociopath and narcissist, who never realized her full potential because of her personal belief that, ultimately, "nothing matters". Loosing her mother at young age, Dina lost faith in life's purpose and now simply wafts through her existence. As a child she considered killing herself many times but decided in the end that suicide was just too much of an effort for her liking. "If we're all going to die anyway, why bother."

Elise 'Knives' Blossom
A child genius, who at the age of 11 yrs., following a demonstration of her research on the field of portable teleportation at a school science fair, was recruited for a government program. At the age of 21 yrs. she and several others of her species crashed landed on Earth, with little hope of returning home.

Doctor Abbot
'Ol Abby, as they like to call him, was set for (forced) early retirement after one too many sexual harassment lawsuits were filed against him (you can sweep so many under the carpet). But 'Ol Abby wasn't going down without a fight. Knowing a few key secrets, he planned to blow the lid on everything.

Doctor Gong-Li
Mother of Jessica Cho née Li, she is also Chief of Surgery at Abbot Medical Center and Dr. Abby's successor. She and her daughter used to regularly butt heads but neither has spoken to the other since Jessica was married, despite both living in Sanctuary.

Samuel Todd
Todd's been running the supermarket ever since his grandmother, left it to him. No one really know what happened but one day Mrs. Todd just stopped coming to work. According to Sam, she left town -- and left him everything. But why doesn't anyone believe him?


Davy
Davian 'Davy' King is a typical class clown, continually disrupting his lessons with wisecracks and smart-ass responses. A very bright student that is actually quite funny at times, Davy would much rather slide through life than be caught dead trying to make any serious effort -- unless it had to do with a joke or a prank. Davy has a secret crush on one of his friends, Candy, but he doesn't know that she knows.


Candy
Candice 'Candy' Snow is a classmate and childhood friend of Davy, having known each other since kindergarten. She was the student council secretary and head cheerleader before the attack on the Milton Peters’ high school. Previously an avid smoker, she recently quite the habit and became addicted to sugar-free sweets instead. She thinks it's ironic that Davy has a crush on her now that she has a boyfriend but missed all the hints she was sending his way back when they were younger. An argument could be made about them not being old enough at the time but Candy isn't one to revisit the past. As far as she's concerned, he's had his chance.


Mrs. Perkins
'Kat' Perkins lives all alone -- unless you count the thirty or so felines that she keeps in and around her home. Unlike her younger sister, Candice Buncamper, Kat lives in their family home, over in the 'burbs, in the last house on the left, right on the edge of the forest. Kat's always preaching about the end of times and always buying cat food. Some people say she eats the stuff herself, since she doesn't buy anything else but others have also seen her going off into the forest at night -- with her cats.


Winston
A forty-something assassin, Winston is the embodiment of Machismo, Sensuality, and Psychopathy. A prominent member of 'The Company', Winston loves skinning his victims and subduing strong, powerful women before training them to be killers for The Company.

Character Sheet

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In order to make reading a character profile more fun and efficient, please you the example below when putting your character sheet together. Extra information can always be added in, near the bottom. If there are any questions, feel free to ask in the OOC.

Name: Your character's name.
Picture: To give us an idea as to what your character looks like.

Age: Their age in years.
Gender: Their sex.
Occupation: One of the sixteen jobs mentioned in the OOC.

Hobbies: Remember you can pick up to two hobbies for adults, and three for children. Teenagers who decide to be full-time students, get three hobbies. Teenagers who decide to work part-time, get two hobbies and an extra occupation besides being a student. Adult or teenagers who are unemployed, get only one hobby. Adults or teenagers who are homeless, get zero hobbies.

Blood type: Pure Blood, or Immune Type.

Appearance: A short description of how you look, if you can't find a good picture, or want to add more details to your character.

Inventory: Whatever's in your pockets at the start of the rp.

History: What brought you to Sanctuary.
Secret Sin: One word to describe your character's biggest secret. Be warned, secrets always come out in the end.

Personality: How others perceive you.
Relationships: Name some people your character knows who also just happens to live in Sanctuary, and your opinion of them.

Edited by Obsession, 23 September 2015 - 08:59 PM.

[I-Am-X]

Riyon Finucane

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Name: Riyon Finucane
Nickname: Riyo
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Occupation: Sheriff
Hobbies: Weapon Collecting, Harassing others
Blood type: Immune
Inventory: 

• Praiyachat Sword Cutlass Special (twin modified Beretta 92FS model pistols), To keep the bad little kiddies in check.
• Kodachi, sometimes I like to play with'em. Does wonders on them "Tough Guys".
• Sunglasses
• Cellphone
• Small flask (she's not an alcoholic but with that dumbass gorilla around, she could use a drink every now and then)
• Gum

History: 

She appeared out of the blue 7 years ago with literally no background. Shortly after she became one of Sheriff Weston's deputies, despite some doubts with some wondered if a woman can handle the role. Within a year of living in the town and serving as a deputy, most of the doubts disappeared as others warmed up to her and started admiring her work ethic and literally cleaning up the streets, overlooking the state of those that are hauled into the jail, believing they were far more dangerous than they appeared. Within the next 6 months, Sheriff Weston decided to retire. There was quite a few favored to replace the beloved Sheriff but in the end, Riyon was selected as the next Sheriff to everyones surprise. It was right around then where her personality completely changed from how she was before and became even more bold and ruthless then before, hunting down those who break the laws aggresively. She also began taking pleasure in harassing people verbally or physically. You can say, after little more than 5 years on the job, she scared crime out of Sanctuary.

Secret Sin: Collection (Pride)

Personality: Bold, unorthodox and ruthless; crazy, monster....Fun!

Relationships: 

Vincent Dreyar: Her dumbass subordinate. It's been little over a year since he joined the force and has been irritating her to no end. She always finds time to insult and give him a good smack, though he does have moments where he's somewhat reliable but not often enough. She gave him the nickname "Gorilla".

 

Lucas Remas: A young student photographer who used to be the underclassman of Deputy Gorilla's when he was a brainless jock. Given his connection to Dreyar, she obviously thought little of him but upon inspection she found his drive for exploration and 'obsession' admirable. Which worked in her favor, as she occasionally uses his 'obsession' to do a little poking around town and gather intel. All for justice. Heh

 

Vincent Dreyar

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Name: Vincent Dreyar
 

Nickname: Gorilla (Riyon occasionally addresses him as 'Moron', 'Dumbass' or other names of the sort)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Occupation: Deputy
Hobbies: Sports, Observation.
Blood type: Pure Blood
 
Appearance: 6 1/2, tanned with dark brown hair and a goatee. He's always seen carrying around his Bokken (wooden sword).
 
Inventory: 

• Bokken (His trusty wooden sword that he carries everywhere! Has many uses! ), uses it instead of the usual nightstick.
• Sunglasses (If he isn't wearing them, they're seen hanging from his shirt/uniform, Ya ain't cool if ya don't got a pair)
• Mini-Telescope (I like watching ok!)
• Leftover nachoes from last week (Opps)
• $10 (Whens my paycheck?)
• Keys to his scooter
• Custom M1911 Pistol (Cop must have some stopping power)

 
History: 

Vincent Dreyar (Or to Sheriff Finucane, Gorilla) was born and Raised in Sanctuary. When he was a kid he spent his free time watching anime, especially those involving swords and the shinsengumi. Through them, he found his calling in life! To become a samurai! Yes, he actually wanted to be a samurai. While you may say something like this is natural for a kid, but he was dead serious and held onto that all the way through Highschool. Though, of course, the school didn't have a club with actual swords so he had to settle for the Kendo Club, after fighting, then attempted to bribe, with the principal to create one. Poor Vince! His disappointment was short-lived as he quickly became one of the most popular kids in the school (despite being an idiot and sometimes suspicious behavior) as it's 'Golden Child' of the Kendo club, winning tournament after tournament. Once he finished Highschool he was given a Bokken from his parents as a graduating present, knowing his love for anything swords and such (and since he was in the kendo club). Sadly, there's no need for Samurai's in this world (he'd probably end up in jail if he went around toting a real sword), since he can't help people as a samurai, he decided to become a policeman! So as soon as he was able, he went to the local police station and enlisted. Though, he found out its not as grand as he imagined, as he quickly found himself as Sheriff Riyon Finucane's personal punching bag, Verbally or physically, when he messes up, earning the nickname "Gorilla" (along with other demeaning names) in which she calls him, never calling him by his actual name.
 
Secret Sin: Panties
 
Personality: While he may seem reliable or cool, he's anything but. For those who actually know him and have to spend more time than necessary, know him as a moron, a complete space cadet and well, just strange but means well and does his best to help people (even though he messes up most of the time), kind hearted and trusting. Thanks to Riyon's Abuse, he can be seen in Sanctuary's local bar drinking it all away.

Relationships: 

Riyon Finucane: The Sheriff of Sanctuary. Being the moron he is, he always finds himself on the recieving end of her verbal and physical jabs. She gave him the nickname "Gorilla" and uses that, along with other demeaning names, instead of his actual name. Due to this, he drinks his problems away and complains, to the annoyance of others.

 

Luca Remas: A peculiar student photographer who was Vincent's underclassman. When Dreyar became a deputy, Knowing how much Luca loves snapping photos, he immediately dropped by the school and asked if he wouldn't mind making some cash by using his photo taking skills 'for the greater good'. While Luca often questions the content of the photos (especially when Dreyar asks him to take pictures of girls u--), Vincent swears its for police works and somehow always manages to convince him to go through with it. Viva la panties!

Edited by I-Am-X, 02 February 2014 - 06:13 PM.

[Unbelievably Majestic]

Luca Remas

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"You... You don't make a good subject. You're too... Something... Or... Or not enough... Right?"

Name: Luca Remas
Nickname: Most often known as 'That weird camera guy with the scars,' or, 'Freak.'
Age: 18
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Student.
Hobbies: Photography. Exploration.
Blood type: Pure.

Inventory: On a normal day he'll have his Polaroid Camera around his neck and his satchel over his shoulder. His satchel containing a couple of thin Photo-albums. About five rolls of film for his camera. A small arts and crafts knife. A banana. An orange. And a sandwich.

History: Luca was forced to move house about six years ago, after an incident left him without parents. He had been sent to live with his Grandma in the suburbs of Sanctuary. Though, while it's technically correct to say he lives with her, he's only ever seen her a handful of times in all the years he's been there. She's always upstairs. Only Grandma is allowed upstairs. Luca is allowed downstairs and in the basement. But never upstairs. Never. That's one of the rules he was told when he first moved in. Written on a piece of paper on the table. He didn't meet her until five months after he'd moved in. She looked younger than he'd imagined. He sometimes wonders what Grandma does up the stairs. And why she doesn't like anyone else to go up there. Or what would happen if he tried to go up. But he's pretty sure he'd rather not know.

Shortly after moving in he found an old camera lying around. Just for fun he tried taking a few photos of things around the house, enjoying how they printed out straight away. But something about it really seized him when he started to actually look at the photos he'd taken. They were pretty much all blurry and useless. But then he saw one that had a real beauty to it. A slice of time, captured on paper. He had stolen a moment and preserved it. He couldn't stop taking photos after that. It became something of an obsession. The world became more of a show that he watched, rather than a place he lived.

Over the years he has spent all his money on rolls of film, cameras and photo albums. To the point that his downstairs home is jammed full of folders and loose photos. And don't even get me started on his basement. It looks like the house of a crazy person. But he likes it that way. Surrounded by his work.

Secret Sin: Obsession.

Personality: Generally he's in his own little world. It is a nice world. Happy and calm. Like when it's a warm summers day and you're just laying in the grass watching clouds. For the most part he is oblivious to other people when he's in his own world. Or rather. He feels merely like a spectator. The man behind the camera. Viewing the world through the lens. Watching unseen as he takes his lovely photos. Photos of people, places, sometimes things, or the absence of things, or just whatever inspires him in the moment.

Unless someone directly approaches him he won't really talk to anybody unless it's important. And when someone does talk to him directly he gets quite shy. Feeling like a deer in the headlights. Not that he won't stand up for himself if the need arises. Or get revenge on people that try to bully him. Like the time someone pushed him and called him a hipster. He didn't know what that meant. He assumed it was to do with his satchel, because it hangs down to his hip. But he didn't like the way they said it. Or that they shoved him into a wall. A couple of days later he had taken a very compromising photo of them. A few of them turned up in random lockers, drawers and textbooks around the school.

They left him alone after that.

Everyone did.

Relationships:

Vincent Dreyar ~ Luca never really knew Vincent all that well when they went to the same school. Mostly because Luca was a couple of years younger. So he was quite surprised when Vincent sought him out after starting work as a Deputy. He offered to pay Luca to take some photos every once in a while. To help with cases and whatnot. The chance to help make the town safer with his photos was great for Luca. He would've done it for free if Vincent hadn't mentioned money. But sometimes the requests are a bit strange, and camera supplies aren't free, so he takes the money.

Riyon Finucane ~ Riyon is the town Sheriff. And Vincents boss. Luca met her originally whilst turning in some requested photos to Vincent. She seemed to really hate him for some reason when they first met. Though maybe he was just being paranoid. Eventually she started asking him to take photos for her too. So sometimes he helps her out with some crime scene photos or evidence gathering. All for the good of the town. He doesn't expect any money for helping Riyon though. She's scary. He wouldn't dare ask.

Salem

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"You know how they say you shouldn't pick up hitchhikers?"

Name: Salem
Nickname: ... No.
Age: Twenty-Six.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Right now? Unemployed. Some people call me a Drifter. I move around. Consistent jobs are hard to come by when you don't tend stay in one place for more than a few weeks.
Hobbies: Hunting. Hunting is fun, and it let's you eat for free. Would walking count? I walk a lot, from town to town. Also, I guess, 'Experiments' is something else. If that could be counted as a hobby. I have a very curious nature. If I wonder about something, I'll do everything I can to learn the answer as fast as possible.
Blood type: Pure Blood.
Inventory: There are many things on my person. It's the benefit of living a nomadic existence. I have some hunting gear. You know, a hunting rifle, a skinning knife and whatnot. Stuff for camping, in case I need to stop for the night before I can get to the next town. I'm sure you get the idea. Useful stuff for a life on the move. Oh, and my case full of faces. Can't forget that.
History: What brought me to Sanctuary? Hmm... That's a tough one. It's quite a long story, but I'll give you the short version. You see, all my life I've felt this... Pull. This force. Constant and unceasingly strong. It drives me towards what most would call evil. Or chaos. And I can't help but revel in it. That's why I have to move around. If you stay in one place too long, if you get too well known or make 'friends' with people, well, that's when the questions start. What's your name? Where are you from? What are your hobbies? Where are you sneaking off to in the middle of the night? Why do you have a knife? OH DEAR GOD, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?! WHY ME?! Yadda, yadda, yadda. Bleh. Boring. I hate questions...

Let me rephrase that.

I hate questions about me. They make me want to slice and rip and tear my way through the world until there's nobody left to ask me any more stupid ****in' personal questions. Questions in general though, I enjoy. I ask a lot of them. But I find people rarely have satisfying answers. That's why I tend to take it upon myself to find the answers, rather than asking for them.

I seem to have gotten off topic... Ahem.

So as I was saying, I move around a lot. Always have. Always will. I walk from place to place. Just by preference. Sometimes I'll hitchhike if I'm bored. You know how they say you shouldn't pick up hitchhikers? That's because of people like me. I'm basically that guy you heard about in the horror stories around campfires. That thing with the hook-hand-man? That's pretty much a Saturday for me.

But I seem to have gotten off topic once more.

That'll be the last time, I promise. And we're nearly done now anyway. There is a second reason why I move around. And that is because I am looking for someone. My other half. I don't know who they are yet. But they will be like me. Even if they don't know it yet, they will be like me. Because we are one. Destiny guides me to this person. We are one soul in two bodies. And together we will be complete. This is why I am in Sanctuary. This is why I go anywhere that I go.

It's because I am searching. And what is lost to me will be found.

Secret Sin: Describing the deepest of my sins in one word is extremely tricky... I suppose I should go with 'Psychopath' as that is what people would likely call me. Though that doesn't really cover it as I'd like.
Personality: Others see me however I want them to. I found at a young age that I could lie, cheat and manipulate people with the best of them. So as I present myself, that is how people see me. Sometimes it'll be a kind and well meaning, albeit clumsy, English man who offers to help them take their shopping to the car. Sometimes I'm the excitable American blackjack player in the casino. Sometimes I'm a mere shadow in the darkness. Accents, fake ID's, postures, hair styles, fake beards, even voice pitch can be manipulated to a certain extent. And that's not even mentioning contact lenses to change eye colour, prosthetic changes to the face and make up. It's amazing how damned easy it is in these times for one man to become someone completely different with just a little time and effort. People will never see the same version of me twice unless I want them to. And if they meet me again, they won't realize I'm the same person they spent time with before. But, obviously, these people aren't the real me. The people who know me best, the real me and not some act, are the people who see me in their last moments of life. And they don't get to know me for long.

Relationships:
Other half: The most important relationship I have in this entire world is the one with my second half. I'll be the first to admit that this is a strange one. Because I don't know them, my dear sweet second half. I can't hear their voice in my mind. I can't picture their face in my dreams. But I can feel them out there in the world. And I will find them. I will complete them. And they will complete me.
The Numbered: I have had many victims. I don't bother to remember their old names. But I remember their faces, and the time we spent together. They mean a lot to me. But not their names. To me they are all numbers. Number one was a brown haired boy who thought he could bully me. Number Forty-nine was a large man. He had some fight in him. Hehe. Oh yes. I still have a scar on my arm from that particular encounter. And next up? Number Eighty-six. That will be you, my sweet interviewer. I told you how I feel about personal questions. And yet you continued to ask them. And now I do believe that you, as they say, know too much. Curiosity killed the cat dearie. You would do well to remember that in the next life.

Edited by Unbelievably Majestic, 25 June 2014 - 12:23 PM.

[Yaomo]

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Name: Teyemthohisa Wise.
Picture: 

Nickname: Ty.
Age: 12 (will be 13 in a week after the game starts).
Gender: Female.
Occupation: Student.
Hobbies: Reading, hunting with the uncle next door (with both guns and traps, illegally), hanging upside down in trees pretending to be a bat.
Blood type: Pure.

Appearance: Only wears dark clothes. Only wears pants if it's cold, and then under a skirt. Some times puts her hair in a bun. Skips the skirt if hunting or climbing trees though.

Inventory: One small ceramic knife, two pemmican balls, a small pack of band-aids, house keys, 4 black Japanese chopsticks, 30 dollars, some catnip.

History: Ty doesn't have much of a history of her own, as to why she'd moved to the town. She was brought to Sanctuary by her parents who were seeking a brighter future. They had already visited the town a few times before, as her father's only sister lived there, and thought the place seemed very promising The family loved the place, and both Ty and her parents were happy there. Unfortunately, fate wasn't too interested in the parents' plans, they died when their new house burned down, only five years after they'd moved to Sanctuary. Ty moved in with her aunt after the fire, and that's when she started wearing dark clothes, and stopped talking to people if she could avoid it. The girl is often alone, as her aunt is a nurse, but the uncle next door will often take her hunting. She trusts him more than any other adult, even her aunt, and suspects him of being her aunt's boyfriend.

 

Ty's father and aunt's maternal grandmother was a Native American. Teyemthohisa got her name from her great aunt, who was a shaman despite being only half Native. This was only possible because her parents were hopeless romantics who loved to believe in the "everything was better before" myth, and particularly the Native Americans' traditional way of life. Totally forgetting everything to do with war, failed hunts etc. The only things left of the culture in Ty's family are a few food recipes, an old dress that her grandmother had used, and a few myths and legends that her grandaunt had told when she was a little too young to remember clearly. Her aunt would remember it better.

 

The girl's aunt is happy about the girl going hunting with a guy who seems to have a little more knowledge of the old culture than herself. She was happy and a little amused to see Ty brining back a traditional hunting knife, thinking "how the times have changed". But the rifle got a distrustful glare, and she'd immediately forbidden the girl from even touching it unless taking it to hunt with Joe. Still doesn't disturb the girl when she's maintaining it, as she does know how important that is.

Secret Sin: Love.

Personality: Rather gloomy. A loner. Quiet and a little shy. Other students avoided talking to her after her parents' death, which led her to avoid them in turn.

Relationships: Mr. Rasmussen: Saved the girl from her family's burning house 4 years ago. Ty has near stalked her hero since, and knows about all his heroic acts, but she fears he's long since forgotten all about her. Occasionally sees him at Uncle Joe's bar, but tries her best to not make herself noticed.

 

Nurse K: Ty has somewhat ambiguous feelings about the school's nurse. It is nice to be noticed, but she isn't really used to too much attention. The school nurse also has a bright personality, something which makes Ty's shadows seem even darker. She also secretly envies the school nurse's courage to wear such flashy (but really pretty) clothes.

 

Uncle Joe: The guy next door, who takes care of her when the aunt is at work. He's a little distant, and that's probably why she tolerates his meddling when he does. She also loves going hunting with him, and appreciates learning the skills.

 

Connor: that lively boy in her class. Ty almost likes him, and thinks it's interesting to watch all the funny things he does. Isn't too interested in talking to him though, a wannabe can't really measure up to a real hero.

 

Rick: A guy that frequents Uncle Joe's bar. Ty abhors him, and secretly plans to get rid of him if she ever gets the opportunity. The guy always ruins the pleasant experience it usually is to listen in on the adults' talk at the bar.

 

(The aunt she lives with, currently an NPC)

Edited by Takayuki, 01 February 2014 - 11:31 AM.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

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Name: Benedikt Rasmussen
Picture: 
Nickname: Ras
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Occupation: Fireman
Hobbies: Wood-working and Miniature painting, Working out.
Blood type: Immune.

Appearance Around 6ft 6 broad built and sturdy with a bull neck. Has scars all over his body, the most noticeable will be a long scar across his face and a 2 foot long scar running down his back. He has tattoo on his nape reading "Mora Certa Hora Incerta". 

Inventory: 

• Pack of Cajel (cuban made Churchills)
• chewing menthol
• pack of matches
• Keys to his ride ('61 Harley Fatboy)
• a spare set of mask.

History Seven years ago Ras made in to the town. After a brief period of unemployment he got recruited by the SFD on a contractual basis. His dedication and punctuality afforded him a good reputation and the fact that he was rather brave in putting himself at risk for the sake of others made sure that he got a permanent job soon. He also worked part-time as a brick layer for a local construction company and his neighbors would attest to his silent and reserved nature. despite being rather famous and high-performing employee in the department he doesn't have any friends. people who have wanted to know more of him have always been met with an impassive face and cryptic replies thus his past remains mostly an enigma. For a man living and breathing fire and fumes most part of the day, he further adds to it by his habit of chain smoking. It is almost impossible to find him without his cigar.

Secret Sin: Murder (Wrath)

Personality: Is a silent guy, never talks much and shares his views on any events. Hard-working and brave.

Relationships: 

 

Teyemthohisa Wise: The girl he saved four years ago. He has noticed her following him around sometimes but he is glad that she never really gets too close. Given his past he wishes no innocent child be around a monster like him. Every Year, Ras visits the graves of her parents on their anniversary, they happen to be among the four people he has failed to save in his career has a firefighter.

 

Mrs. Rosie Allison: The 50 year old landlady in whose attic Ras lives, after he came into the town he was homeless for a few months, living at the fire-station where he worked part-time. The fire-chief introduced Ms. Allison to Ras. She had lost her son Billy, a firefighter, to the fires. Ras serves as her utility man and a person to talk to and Ms. Rosie in turn provides for a roof and food.

 

Joseph "Joe" River: Owner of "River's Place", is a good hunter and a great host. He respects his client's space and that is what Ras likes about him. He also calls him by a different name, a name only a few people ever called him by. He is also like a father figure to Teyethomisa, whom he had seen hanging around on some days. There is a aura of mystery around the guy but his usual charm hides it quiet well from his customers. He is also charitable and usually gives him his bourbon at three-fourth the rate.

 

Madeline "Maddie" Escanabe: The cheerful army lass from next door, she reminds him of his lost love. Green-eyes, fiery red hair and buxom almost a splitting image of the one he had the pleasure of sharing some good times with. Well, she is the member of the Baking Club run by Ms. Rosie apart from Ras. They usually have their baking runs on Sundays when he is mostly home. Sometimes, Ras does stare her absent-mindedly and ends up embarrassing himself. Their usual chatter is about her work, his work is never brought as Ms. Allison doesn't like hearing about it.

 

Richard "Rick" Titus: He is everything Joseph is not. A hit with the young crowd, he happens to be a medic on his day job. The kid really likes to push himself. He is chatty and usually tries small-talk with Ras. Other than cigars their interests don't really match so Ras usually keeps his silence. He is awfully curious about his job and his past but till now he has evaded his questions with a square face.

 

Spoiler

 

"When I Lost my eye, I found my focus."

 

Name: Ltc. Oleksander Koskinen
Nickname: Xander, Koski
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Occupation: Soldier
Hobbies: Sharpshooting and MMA
Blood type: Pure blood.
 
Appearance: Lean and Ripped to shreds. Has numerous scars all over his body and is missing half a liver and quarter of his right lung and diaphragm.
 
Inventory: A pack of Lucky Strike, a lighter, Colt M1911, Combat Knife
 
History: America the land of opportunities and new beginnings. In such a promised land two souls from opposite camps found love and Oleksander was the result. In short, the fourth son of a Finnish Father and Russian mother. Ice Hockey was in his genes it seemed and quite early he made his presence known. By 15, he was the leading scorer for Carolina Hurricanes juniors. He is #4 on the list of maximum goals scored in a season for the Hurricanes and during he spell with them he was known as the Red Machine.

 

Outside of Hockey, he was a hothead with special liking for guns and trouble. To ply him back in shape his father had him enrolled in the Army and rest as they say is history. He has served five overseas tour and in his last tour back in 2011, an IED took out his right eye, parts of his face and his team. Since then, he has had a profound shift in attitude becoming more grim and silent. Having been taught Sambo throughout his early years, he had a good base to build upon and after the incident he took up training his fellow men CQC as his days of active duty were over.

 

He got transferred to the military base in Sanctuary recently and has taken up his charge as CQC trainer here. In the army circles he has a bit of a reputation for being rather harsh in training and this hasn't earned him many friends. He is a highly decorated and well-known officer within insider circles and has been awarded a lot of award for his meritorious service. Most important among them being the Distinguished Service Cross.
 
Secret Sin: Mercy.
 
Personality: He is a tight lipped, no-nonsense man who like things plain and simple. Man of basic tastes, likes a good scotch and a good talk. He is interested in economy and sciences even though he doesn't know much. An absolute crackshot with both and with multiple guns, loss of an eye hasn't deterred him much. He exudes a bit of an intimidating aura and always wears his patch.

Relationships Looking for folks to indulge.

Edited by Diabolical Rhapsody, 02 July 2014 - 04:58 AM.

[Geo]

Spoiler

 

"I do not have any gifts of atoms; but this cat is made of atoms... so I guess I do have a gift of atoms."
 

Name: Lorena Catherine Villas.
Nickname: Reyna
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Occupation: Scientist
Hobbies: Exploring nature and experimenting... FOR SCIENCE!
Blood type: Pure blood.

Inventory:

• [SCIENCE!] [Shoulder Bag]: Plastic bag with a couple of sterile syringes.
• [Protection] [Shoulder Bag]: Butterfly knife.
• [Multi-Purpose] [Pocket]: Swiss army pocket knife.
• [Protection/emergencies] [Side Holster]: Standard issue glock + ammo
• [Experimentation emergencies] [Shoulder Bag]: Biohazard mask & suit
• [Transportation] [Pocket]: Car keys for her car
• [Connection] [Pocket]: Cellular Phone
• [Misc.] [Pocket]: Wallet with 20 dollars and credit/debit cards
• [Food] [Shoulder Bag]: Bag of potato chips

History: 

Lorena lived in Sanctuary for a while in her life. She was a bright mind and a happy one; living in pure gentle bliss. She became a scientist through her great innovation when she was younger, and became a large asset in many kinds of research. Her research even made her become involved with the military experimentations. Her imagination isn't as amazing as it should be in particular, though.

 

At times, her imagination makes her become delusional: when she was younger there was talking, dapper rock; later in life, mugs seeking to assassinate someone, and a pyromaniac toaster that has a great desire of burning the world into a nuclear apocalypse. It drives her insane sometimes, but she manages to always hide it from her colleagues. Once in a while, they see something wrong with Lorena and they become a little worried about her own health. Mostly, they think she has too much stress from all the work she has done. Secretly, Lorena actually believes that one day, the toaster will achieve his goals of causing a nuclear apocalypse.

 

There are those rare times when her delusions go more intense and overboard. When that happens, accidents do occur. No one knows if there is a real cure to her mental state. She even went through plenty of psychiatrists and came up with no true cause of this strange "curse" that has been brought to her.

 

Even through all the situations she has been through, she continues her work as a scientist. Her love of researching was still not matched and even though people feel a little worried about her; Lorena thrives for more answers to make through the power of science.

Secret Sin: Delusions

Personality: 

• Happy-go-lucky / Energetic
• A sweet heart
• Truthful
• Enlightening / Intelligent
• Dreamer / Delusional

Relationships:

• Richard Titus: An underling, colleauge, and an old friend of Lorena. He is one of the few people that ever experienced her delusional state of mind. Their friendship got oh-so rocky ever since that fateful day. They never spoke to each other since their work together had ended.

Delusions:

Lorena was 'cursed' to have occasional delusional periods. But the way she sees them are always the same:

1. Delusions must be something that is 'inanimate'. Anything 'animate' will not be affected. (e.g rock, toaster, tree)
2. Delusions are never serious, just annoying and in a cartoonish matter.
3. Delusion consists of one object only.
4. Delusions start and end randomly for the sake of comedy. (And also potentially break Lorena)

Example:

Spoiler

One morning in an unspecified time and date, Lorena felt really happy to walk around in a very beautiful weather. She felt like nothing can go wrong with her good morning as she looked up to the sky and daydream. Suddenly, her head started aching again; she trembled knowing that something is going wrong once again.

 

"No... not today! Please not today!" She pleaded inside her head, but it wasn't answered.

 

"It is quite a beautiful morning, isn't it Lorena?" A dapper voice called out from below.

 

Lorena knew it was him again. He wasn't a friend, but he surely was a large influence in her life... for the worst that is. She her hand on her forehead and looked down to see a rock next to her feet. For others, it was just a normal rock that you see everyday; for Lorena, however, it was Geo.

 

"Aren't you going to say 'hi' to me? How rude of you." He said distastefully.

 

"Why are you always pestering me? Can I be alone for just one day?"

 

"I never thought I was pestering you," he replied, "I'm just your friend who wants to be with you!"

 

"Friends can pester friends you know!"

 

"How unfortunate."

 

Lorena was pissed off. Her delusions once again ruined her chance of having a normal, beautiful morning. She looked around cautiously to see if there was no one near her. Once the coast was clear, she picked up the rock and put her hand near her face.

 

"Listen here, you pebble." She said angrily, "Please leave me alone."

 

Looking around again, she saw a mother and her child looking at her like she was a maniac. Lorena's mood dropped when she saw them looking at her and shunning her away.

 

"Listen here Billy Roy Smith Jr.," the mother said, "do not go near these kind of people; they will ruin you and make you like them."

 

They creeped away while glaring at Lorena holding a rock.

 

"Look what you have don- great, just great. My delusions stops now. Very hilarious brain."

 

Her delusions faded away once again, and the rock was just a bland looking rock that was no longer dapper looking. She threw the stone far away and stormed off angrily.

Edited by Geo, 01 February 2014 - 04:04 AM.

[Crouching Bacon]

Spoiler

Name: Richard Titus [read as RicKard, with a K.]

Picture:

 

 

Nickname: Rick.

Age: 23

Gender: Male.

Occupation: Paramedic by day, Bartender by night.

 

Blood type: Immune

 

Appearance:

At 5'9, Rick has a pretty lean, yet athletic build. Youthful cheer and energy resonates from him; whenever he smiles, people wonder if he knows something they don't.

 

Inventory:

• Drives a blue Porsche Cayman S, though he can also access the ambulance.

 

By day:

    Small items

• Stethoscope
• glasses - they're only cosmetic. makes him look smart.
• keys to the ambulance and to his car
• a roll of bandage [being in the ER, you have to be prepared!]
• OTC pain meds
• a pack of Fisherman's Friend [to shut the kids up].
• a few hundred dollar bills fastened together with a money clip
• hip flask - usually filled with Rick's favorite brand of Scotch whiskey, Ballantine's.
• key to River's Place

    Medium items

• leather messenger bag - made only of the finest Italian leather. waterproof and metrosexual as hell.

The bag can carry up to two heavy textbooks.

 

By night:

    Small items:

• car keys
• switchblade - though the bouncers take care of the worst customers, you can never be too careful. Rick tends to fight dirty though.
• small vial of expensive cologne
• a few hundred dollar bills fastened together with a money clip
• hip flask - usually filled with Rick's favorite brand of Scotch whiskey, Ballantine's.
• pack of smokes - sometimes home made, sometimes bought from the local grocery. Rick never smokes in the morning.
• Zippo lighter - limited edition, of course.
• key to River's Place

    Medium items

• leather messenger bag - made only of the finest Italian leather. waterproof and metrosexual as hell.

 

History:

The son of an accountant and a lawyer, Richard was groomed for success. From early on he was raised to acheive and compete, and that he did very well. This went on until high school. Adolescence pretty much brought out the rebel in Richard; despite being the brightest, he also had the most disciplinary records. It's a wonder he even managed to get into a good university with his track record. Fortunately his parents were prominent enough to pull a few strings.

 

Since then he cleaned up his act... at least on the surface. Richard graduated with a clean record and a few honors, courtesy of a very interesting thesis on human dissection techniques. At the moment he is in medical school, undergoing practicum. The reason why Rick chose to do his training in Sanctuary?

 

Why precisely because it was far, far away from his parents' reaches. A godforsaken town with a small community wasn't so bad compared to his over-supervised life. He's been in the town for about two years now and he doens't plan on leaving just yet.

 

Secret Sin: Escape.

 

Personality:

 

Most people think that Rick is a pretty good guy. He's the kind of man that most girls would be proud to bring home. This is just a facade though. Those that know him better usually see him around clubs or bars at night; Rick's a club kid through and through. It's a wonder how he manages to keep up the farce.

 

That said, the people at work can hardly complain about his performance. The man's an angel... with the lab coat on. After hours is a whole different story.

 

Relationships:

 

• Joseph River - owner of River's Place, the local watering hole that Rick serves as bartender in the evenings. Rick looks up to Joe and sees him as a mentor of sorts. Bred and born in the Sanctuary, he knows more about the area and its people than Rick ever will. He occasionally irks Joe by smoking at the bar or drinking on the job, but all in all, he respects the man enough to know when he's overstepped the limits.

 

• Lorena Catherine Villas - was once a professor in Rick's university. He became her colleague soon enough after he completed his studies and went on to do advanced lab work. Rick had a small crush on Lorena, but it eventually died as he realized she wasn't quite right in the head. The woman had a certain fondness for rocks. Rick wondered whether she was stoned... or if she had ever stoned anybody to death. He didn't keep in touch with her after their brief professional partnership.

 

• Emily K. Scarlet - local school nurse who's been in Sanctuary for less than a year. She needed a referral letter to get a job at the school. Though Rick was technically trained as a paramedic, he pulled a few strings to be the one to give K her physical and mental stability test. K's physical exam revealed nothing unusual, except for the fact that she was a healthy, fairly attractive twenty-something with a height deficit. The psychological test results revealed she had severe paranoia and trauma from depression... but RIck passed her with flying colors. Why? Because he liked the way those cold, cold eyes glared at him all throughout the procedure. Brrr~

 

• Benedikt Rasmussen - one of Sanctuary's best firemen. Rick's heard that Ras saved a kid from a fiery death once. He gets free drinks from Joe everytime he visits, so Rick treats him with the same respect. The man is a bit of an enigma though. No matter how much Rick tries to chat him up, he barely reacts... unless the conversation is about cigars. Even then, it isn't much. Still, at least he's got taste in liquor. Ras usually just orders a bottle of good ol' Scotch whiskey and keeps to himself.

Edited by Captain Sciutto, 01 February 2014 - 02:31 AM.

[Faye]

Nurse 'K'

 

Spoiler

Name: Emily K. Scarlet

Picture:

Nickname: K

Age: 22 going 23

Gender: Female

Occupation: School Nurse

Hobbies: Bird-viewing and reading

Blood type: Pure

Appearance: At 5', K is pretty small for an adult. Combine that with her somewhat childish face, choice of attire, and the fact that she worked in a school (and blends in pretty naturally with the kids); it would be very easy for people to mistake her as a mid-schooler instead of a proper adult.

 

Inventory:

• Pair of binoculars: for bird-viewing, naturally.
• Pepper Spray: one can never be too prepared. People are mean beings, after all..
• First Aid Kit: a must-have for nurses and paramedics. Contains antipyretics, painkillers, disinfectants, and rolls of bandages.

 

History:

It is a scary place, the adult's world. Just a couple of couple of years ago, I was a happy med student in a certain university, playing happily with my friends. And now, I was forced to enter the cruel world of adults. It was a scary place, full of lies and deceit. It was filled with people with smiling faces and every intention of stabbing you in the back. Certainly not the rosy world I had dreamed of as a child.

 

I was working in a famed hospital, once. Until a senior who despised me framed me of a mistake I did not made, and kicked me out of it. She even went as far as spread rumors about me being a homicidal maniac who worked in hospitals looking for a potential victim to play on. Her acting were so convincing, so elaborate, so flawless; that everybody believed her story instead of mine.

 

How could they? I would never push a helpless patient on a wheelchair off the stairs. Never! He was an old patient of mine; the very first patient entrusted to my care. I liked him. I loved him. I would never cause him any harm! Nor would I deliberately gave him wrong medications to keep him from getting better. It was not the truth! She was lying! Look! She was smirking behind your back as she watched the mistreatment you all did to me!

 

Alas, the only person who could prove my innocence is dead, and nobody would lend an ear to the 'maniacal killer in white outfit'. I had no choice but to bear the bad name she had given to me. I was forced to leave the town I was born and raised in. And then, here I am.. In a town in the middle of nowhere. At least the natural landscape is beautiful here. And the people living here had not caught wind of the false rumor about me.

 

Now, I am a part of this middle school that is situated by the mountains. The people here are nice. They are young, and very different from those filthy adults. Perhaps, perhaps, this is where I truly belong..

 

Secret Sin: Violence.

 

Personality:

K is very cheerful and humorous.. Around children and close friends. Around adults, however, she is.. hostile, for the lack of better words. She has trouble trusting others, and could be a little paranoid at times. All in all, she is a pleasant person.. To those she trusts, and nobody else.

 

Relationships:

• Teyemthohisa Wise (Ty) - A quiet girl that spends a lot of time in the library. It seemed that everybody avoids her, for some reason. Since they are both avid readers, and nobody likes to be alone (no matter what they say).. K made sure she did her best to befriend the girl. It might look more like she's pestering her though..
• Kevin Willson (Kev) - A silent boy who often visits the infirmary with body full of bruises and a mean look in his face. K was afraid of him at first, until she accidentally found a deck of cards in his pocket. His attitude changed completely into those of an an enthusiastic child with sparkly eyes. He became a lot more chatty too, trying his best to explain the complicated games to the clueless school nurse. He is a nice boy, Kev. K believe he will grow up into an excellent man. If only all adults are like him..
• Richard Titus (Rick) - A doctor who worked in the local hospital. He was always smiling, just like that senior K knew from her time in her hometown. He was also in charge of K's physical and mental stability tests. K was expecting him to do all the bad things, just like her senior did to her in the past. But no, the man did nothing of sort. He even went as far as passing the supposedly failing mental stability test with flying colors. The only question is.. why? It almost as if Rick is waiting for K to make a blunder that would amuse him. Whatever the case, K does not put her full trust to the local doctor. Not yet.

Edited by fayrbrant, 01 February 2014 - 04:17 AM.

[Inumori]

Spoiler

Name: Joseph River
 
 
Nickname: Joe.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Occupation: Store Owner [Bar]
Hobbies:

1: Hunting.

2: Boxing.
Blood type: Pure Blood.
Inventory:

S:

Keys to his truck

Wallet

Multi-tool [Small scissors, knife, can opener, bottle opener, flint & steel, needle-nose pliers]

Revolver Ring [5 rounds .500 S&W Magnum (Bear Shot)]

Odor-eliminating spray [Removes your scent so animals don't smell you coming]

M:

S&W Model 500 Hunting Revolver with Night Sights and Holster [5-round Cylinder. .500 S&W Magnum] "Because I have a recipe for bear".

Hunting Knife.

Box/Quiver of appropriate ammunition for whatever hunting tool he took out.

L:

A rifle, shotgun, or bow.

 

Note: The weapon Joe starts with and if he starts with one at all (except the revolver) is determined by where he ends up when Chapter One begins and the day of the week. His home has a lot of weapons and ammunition. The bar has a 12-gauge pump-action shotgun under the counter as is customary, as well as ammo for it. The bar also has an old Winchester repeater hanging up. It fires .38 special, but there's none laying about in the bar itself. If he's coming back from a hunt I'll be flipping a coin to see if he brought a bow or a rifle. Otherwise he tends to keep the revolver on him when he's not at home.

 
History: Joe is a local, born and raised. He's kept as much to himself as is proper in his years and made friends of many. His grandfather had been from a Native American reservation, but when he left to marry Joe's grandmother he changed the family name from "Blood-along-the-river" to the simpler and less cryptic "River". Growing up Joe was taught how to hunt by his grandfather and father, and became something of an enthusiast. True to his Native heritage though, he always uses all of his catch. Nothing is wasted. His mother had opened the bar when he was nine, and his father was a lawyer. Most would say they were both fine folk in their own right. His father passed when Joe was still in college, victim of icy roads and bad tires. His mother passed only four years ago. Cancer of the lung, and the reason Joe quit smoking. He used to box in college, and has kept up the training regimen. If he's not in the woods catching something or at home, he's probably in the gym fighting a sack of sand.
 
Secret Sin: Silence.
 
Personality: Joe is suited to his role as the new owner of "River's Place" (His mother wasn't the most imaginative person, no). Friendly, outgoing, and always ready to listen. He tends not to talk much about himself, or others for that matter. No he's much more interested in how you've been doing...

Truth is, some people get scared of Joe. You get a sense that he knows something he shouldn't, but you can't be sure. How many drinks have you had anyway? But then some time passes, and he hasn't mentioned it, and you wonder if he really knows. Eventually you're drunk enough not to care and smiling away. And Joe is right there grinning back at you.

Relationships:

 

Teyemthohisa "Ty" Wise: Joe has taken this girl under his wing to a degree. She lost her parents in a tragic fire and has since been taken in by her aunt. Since the girl was lacking a father-figure in her life and Joe's been sleeping with her aunt, he figured he was about the closest she was gonna get to one. Over the past couple of years he's taught her several of the traditional hunting skills his grandfather taught him, as well as several modern ones. Joe bought her a .22 rifle with her name engraved on the side as a commemoration of her hunting success and when he figured she could actually shoot it. He also made her a traditional Hunting Knife to match his own for her eleventh birthday. When the weather is bad Joe goes to pick up Ty from school. Sometimes, though he won't say why, he has her stay at the bar until he can take her home himself. He takes her on hunting trips most Saturdays.

 

Benedikt "Ras" Rasmussen: A fireman who frequents the bar. Big guy, pretty quiet. He's caught Ty staring at him a few times when he's made her stick around. Joe knows why too, or at least he thinks so. He was the man who rescued her from the fire that took her parents. Best guess was an infatuation with her hero. Joe calls him Ben instead of Ras, and gives him a couple drinks on the house whenever he visits.

 

Richard "Rick" Titus: A bright young idiot with a mess of bad habits. Rick works for the Hospital during the day and covers most night shifts at Joe's bar. He's warned the kid that he's gonna burn himself out if he keeps doing this to himself, but knows full-well that he's not going to stop until he has to. He's almost as stubborn as Joe... almost. The good news is he can take a hint, and when Joe gives him a warning he knows enough to listen to it. Overall he's a good worker and suits the rowdier night-crowd well. Has a key to the bar.

 

Others: Make yourselves known and in you go.

Edited by Inumori, 01 February 2014 - 03:30 AM.

[Officer Judy Hopps]

Spoiler

 

Normal Appearance:

(Off Duty, of course)

Alien Appearance:

Spoiler

 

Name: Madeline Escanaba
Nickname: Maddie
Age: 56 (looks early 20s)
Gender: Female
Occupation: Soldier
Hobbies: Reading Books, Smoking Cigarettes
Blood type: Immune
Inventory: 

M9 Beretta w/ 15 Round magazine.

Two Extra Magazines, totaling 15 Rounds Each.

Thigh Holster

Sunglasses

Cigarettes (Non-cancerous to her kind, oddly)

A Tale of Two Cities - Novel

History: 

Madeline is a recent transfer from another military base in the duties of being a Military Policewoman. As a trained professional, she is more than capable at hand to hand combat, utilization of firearms and the like. Though one may not necessarily instantly know that from looking at her. She is one of slender build, but is also one that holds an air of discipline. A simple Sergeant, she isn't one of those involved in the mysterious ongoings of the base, yet she yearns to get closer into it. For that purpose is one yet to be revealed.

 

You see, Madeline isn't human.

 

Though with an unbelievably realistic human disguise, the only giveaway is that of her irises, of which are an almost luminous green color. A color not quite found in the human genetic pool. Yet, she has managed to get by with the physical aspects of being a humanoid simply because regardless of the fact she isn't human, she can pull it off quite nicely. You see, the deep dark secret is that years ago, she was the alien that crash landed on the planet. Thankfully, the ejection allowed her to escape from human authorities, and it bought her enough time to find a disguise. She believes her ship is mostly intact, and with a deft theft, she can take back her ship and return to her home planet in the outer reaches of the Milky Way.

Secret Sin: Alien

Personality: Bold, cunning, and stubborn.

Relationships: 

Ras - Peculiar Fireman - One of Maddie's neighbors suburb that she lives in. A rather large, yet seemingly kind fellow who has a strange air about him that she can't quite comprehend. A member of Ms. Rosie's baking club just like her, she has borrowed a cup of sugar from him time and time again for various baking projects. Since the art of such cooking is foreign to her, even now, she often relies on his help to make a competent pastry or cake. What is odd however, is that he has a tendency to stare at the Alien, at first raising suspicion that he might know what she is. However, after a few years of this, she soon discerned that he probably just wants to sleep with her, judging by how he fixated upon her hair or chest at any given time. Humans have needs, right?

 

Edited by Trouble, 01 February 2014 - 06:55 PM.

[Führer Itulhu]

Spoiler

Name: Kevin Willson

Nickname: Kev

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Occupation: Student

 

Hobbies:

Card games: this is no mere hobby, I spend days and all my money on constructing my decks for multiple card games, card games are my life

Kendo: is there even anyone that practices kendo in this town? oh who cares i’ll just continue practicing by myself

Auto mechanics: I like helping out in the workshop, I like playing around with cars and i like fixing them

 

Blood type: immune

Inventory:

deck of cards to a certain card game.

Car keys 

workshop keys

 

History:

Kevin Moved to sanctuary at the age of 14 with only his father, his mother died when Kevin was only a small boy. Why he and his father moved to Sanctuary is not known but it is known that they had to move away because of ‘complications’ from where Kevin lived, the only hint towards the complications is that he refuses to attend church even though he is a Catholic.

When he first arrived he did not mix in at school, he would always get into fights and be distanced by others due to the look on his face.

 

Over time he grew used to being the single one out, but it all changed when he saw a kid holding a card of the same cardgame he loved. After the fateful encounter Kev met his first friend and learnt that there was a card shop in Sanctuary where others went to play the same card game, when he first arrived it was an awkward moment as it looked like some delinquent had come to beat up a nerd...of course that changed pretty quickly and Kev came to enjoy the free time he had at the card shop.

 

What else did he do through the time he’s lived here? well he’s kept up diligently with his kendo training from back when he practiced it and he started helping out in the workshop his father bought out and Kev plans to take on an apprenticeship at the workshop after finishing school. While helping his father he has shown to be diligent and hard working so some adults have taken a liking to him because of it.

 

Secret Sin: Blood

 

Personality: to the average person Kev looks like a cold, calm, cruel almost heartless person. but to those who know him or have seen him while participating in one of his hobbies he is very passionate and truly cares for his friends…. still always has a cold cruel look on his face.

 

Relationships:

Emily K. Scarlet: an cheerful girl who is the nurse that works in the infirmary Kev regularly visits due to all the fights he regularly gets in. When he first visited the office it was the nurses first day and when he entered he was surprised to see such a small girl was the new school nurse, he could also tell she was scared of him... it wasn't really that surprising though. As she awkwardly patched him up she accidentally knocked out Kev's favorite deck out of his pocket. As she picked it up she asked how much he liked card games... with that simple question Kev's enthusiasm burst out as he started talking about the game even though the nurse could not understand much of it. Ever since then Kevin visits the infirmary regularly (not much of a choice) so they have grown accustomed to each other, Kev has also found it fun to make some small jokes of K's small figure.

 

Daniel Asher Ben-Joshua: Sometimes Kev's fight are more serious than normal and the little nurse can't patch him up so he eventually winds up in the hospital every once and a while, Daniel is one of the doctors that has ended up being his doctor a few occasions. He is a caring person who tends to give Kev a light lecture which includes that he should go to church, Kev knows he means well and only wants the best for you but Kev can never go back, even if he wanted to he would never go back.

[Rainblergh]

Spoiler

Name: Akuna Lux Lucifer 

 

Picture: 

Nickname: Lux

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Occupation: Student

Hobbies: Drawing , playing video games and taekwondo

Blood Type: Immune 

 

Appearance: Tomboyish clothes and always has headphones around neck, and is 166cm (5'5) tall. Also has a scar on her left hand.

 

Inventory: 

-A fancy silver letter opener

-Pack of pocky and an energy bar

-PSP 

-Tissues and a button

 

History:

Mom died during her childbirth, but her dad is taking care of her well by working as a Math Teacher, which is also one of the reasons she moved here half a year ago, that and because her dad didn't want anyone to know he used to work as a male prostitute back in her hometown to earn money (desperate situations call for desperate actions). During her childhood she was surrounded by the eyes of pity, not seeing the reason of it she would just go sit in her threehouse (a plank on a tree) and draw into her little notebook, soon enough a small owl (Northern Saw-whet owl) started following her wherever she went, without a choice she started taking care of him and named him Archie. She also had an older brother named Jack but one day he went missing in the woods when he and father went on a trip for his 13th birthday. Shocked by the experience  of losing her precious brother, the only male one she ever trusted other then her father, she has developed androphobia that only reacts by physical contact.   

 

Secret Sin: Art

 

Personality: Carefree, pretty messy and non ladylike as possible, but still has manners. Rarely socializes willingly but opens up quite nicely to friends. Strangely likes the color of blood and blood itself, but that's probably just because she's massively prone to nosebleeds. 

 

Relationships: 

-Connor Blake "The Boxer Boy"

A week later after moving to Sanctuary, Archie was no where to be found. Already worried Lux put up a few 'lost' posters throughout town. Nine days have passed and she was all ready to give up, then suddenly a boy covered in bruises and scratches wearing a pair of boxers on his head called out to her, gently caring a injured Archie in his hands. From there on Lux would play tekken with Connor on her psp while he wasn't on any important quests and give a him a few tips for his new special moves.

 

Others still yet to develop :3

 

Edited by RainbowDepression, 01 February 2014 - 11:02 PM.

[Liar]

Spoiler

Name: Connor Blake

 

 

Nickname: Boxers; Boxer Boy

Age: 12

Gender: Male

Occupation: ---

Hobbies:

1. Kid’s a Hero! – At first glance, Connor Blake is just your average kid, but he has a secret. He’s none other than Boxer Boy, town-renowned superhero! He battles against adult tyranny, and helps fight against the injustice kids and teens face against less than swell peers and superiors. Once he reaches adulthood, he plans to take care of all the crimes in town.
2. Super Sleuth Reporter – Under his disguise as unassuming Connor Blake, he plays the role of a reporter for the school newspaper. What better way to sniff out trouble than being a reporter? He could get to the scene fast and switch to his superhero persona to save the day. It is favourable situation! His parents say it gives him a slippery tongue though.
3. Future President of the USA? – He fights for truth, justice, and the American way not just as Boxer Boy but as Connor Blake as well. Recently elected as student body president (through an insane fluke in which his two opponents were disqualified from the race), Connor is out to change the school for the better even if he really doesn’t have any power. His campaign slogan while he was running had been inspiring. No wonder people voted for him (only three people). It was “I will personally punch crime in the face.”

Blood Type: Immune

 

Inventory:

• Backpack
• Laptop
• Video Camera
• Mask
• Extra underwear (You can never be too careful)
• Swiss Army Knife

 

History:

Connor was born and raised in Sanctuary, his parents having moved to town several years before he was even conceived to work as scientists for the nearby military base, holding important positions or so his parents often say. His parents believed they had done their biological duty to procreate, leaving him as an only child. With that kind of attitude, suffice to say that Connor didn’t see his parents much growing up. Not that Connor cared, having spent most of his time glued in front of the television watching superheroes save the day over and over again.

 

When he was seven, Connor was walking home from school when he caught sight a few older kids bullying someone younger than him. Unable to stand back and watch this injustice, Connor took out his extra boxers and placed it over his head, and then he proceeded to kick the bullies’ butts. Thus Boxer Boy was born. Knowing the importance of a secret identity, Connor made doubly sure his disguise would be perfect (it isn’t; everyone knows Connor is Boxers) and a new—and strange—era of crime-fighting began.

 

Since then Connor worked to improve the lives of everyone around him, being as helpful as possible. He would not rest from his lifelong duty to bring truth, justice, and the American way to the common denizens of Sanctuary.

 

Secret Sin: Deicide

 

Personality:

Boxer Boy is incredibly confident and unwavering in his sense of justice, showing a strong stance even in the face of overwhelming odds. He is loud, but not brash, heroic, but not stupid. Connor Blake, however, is… exactly the same. Despite having a secret identity, there really isn’t any difference between regular Connor and his superhero alter-ego. However, one thing that can be said about Connor is his incredible intelligence. For all of his quirks, being the son of two genius scientists does help him pull off unbelievably high grades. He’s one of the top students in the school, and it frustrates people to no end that a loudmouth like him with a stupid hobby is doing well in a lot of things. It doesn't help that he's also the shortest and skinniest boy in his age group yet can still kick people's butts.

 

Relationships:

• Mad Red (Madeline Escanaba) – Since his parents are always busy, Connor needed a babysitter when he was a little kid. He’s not really sure why his parents chose Maddie, but he couldn’t care less. To Connor, Maddie is an awesome friend and is one of the few people that he revealed his superhero identity to. She often helps him out with his fighting skills by acting as a villainous alien known as “Mad Red.” Much to his embarrassment, Maddie likes to ruffle his hair and often mumbles how she can’t wait until he grows up. Connor doesn’t really know what she means by that.
• Lux (Akuna Lux Lucifer) – To Connor, Lux is one of the few cool teenagers in town and one of his better friends. She helped him come up with some of his special moves and wasn’t even shocked when he revealed his true identity as Connor Blake to her. Surely such a girl has the mental fortitude of a true warrior! Connor holds Lux in high regard, and is often frustrated that he can never beat her at video games. If she ever needs any assistance, Connor would be there to help. So far she hasn’t really asked him to do anything important.

[nevernown]

Spoiler

Name: Daniel Asher Ben-Joshua

Nickname: Dan
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Occupation: Judaist Chaplain [Rabbi + Soldier]
Hobbies: N/A
Blood type: Immune
 

Appearance:

Not too tall, middle-aged man.

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Creds to Itano

Add a nice beard.

 

Inventory: 

 - bandages
 - a pocket knife
 - Some loose change ($34.25)
 - Motorbike keys

 - Desert Eagle (Gun)
 - a pair of dice
 - chewing gum
 - handkerchief

 

History: 

Ever since you were a young boy, you were obsessed with the army, but that's not all. You grew up in a jewish family, giving you a quite unique background. Due to this coincidence, once you enroll into militairy academy, you decide to go fro chaplain.

The job you get basically teaches you how to defend yourself, and care for the wounded, but more importantly. You can provide soldiers that need this, with religious services.

 

Then you got wounded in battle, despite all the precautions taken.

You decide tom instead of dropping out, practice your chaplain's duties in Sanctuary town. Where soon, people will get to know you as the badass Rabbi.

 

Secret Sin: Ignorance

Personality: Trustworthy, interesting, badass.

Relationships:

Kev: This guy gets a lot of your concern, he gets into fights a lot. The fights get severe now-and-then, and then he winds up at the hospital. And despite you lecturing the boy about going to church with his mum, and not getting into fights, you really care for him.

DECEASED

 

 

Spoiler

Name: Mirko Joseph Alexandrejvic
Picture:

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SOON

Nickname: Mirko OR Comrade (the latter is more taunting)
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Occupation: Analyst (Scientist - Chemistry)
Hobbies: Hacking, Baseball.
Blood type: Immune
Appearance:

 - Filthy, rugged.

 - Dark hair

 - Glasses, Blue eyes

 - Casual clothing

Inventory:

 - Baseball bat

 - Backpack

   > Noteblock

   > Smartphone

   > Laptop

   > Chemical Sample Case

   > Bottle of Whiskey (2)

   > Full Lunchbox

 - Glasses

 - Car Keys

History:

it all started out with a call from his friend from Sanctuary.

 

Friend: "Hey Mirko, I heard you have some business on the other side of the country, you will be passing through Sanctuary right?"

Mark: "Yeah, yeah, I gotta deliver some samples to a starting company. They want us as suppliers if the samples are good enough."

Friend: "Awesome man, yo, could you come a day earlier, and spend a day here? Bring your baseball bat, we'll have a friendly match, just like ol' times man."

Mark: "You know what, I'd love tha', See ya then!"

 

The evening before started with a good game of baseball, and ended in a good drinking party at the local bar...

 

The next afternoon, Mirko wakes up to the ruckus made by Carlos, Winston and all their companions...

Secret Sin: Murder

Personality: Social, but a tadbit crazy. Funny guy.

Relationships: None as of yet.

Edited by nevernown, 20 May 2014 - 07:37 PM.

[Maia]

Spoiler

Name: Ashelyn Carter

 

 

Nickname: Ashe

 

Age: 26

 

Gender: Female

 

Job: Soldier

 

Hobbies: Playing guitar and singing.

 

Blood Type: Pure Blood

 

Inventory: Wallet, Black Kawasaki Ninja, keys, sunglasses, helmet, leather jacket, chopsticks(kept in jacket pocket when riding the motorcycle, or in her hair to hold it up), guitar pick, notepad and pen, four dog tags(her teammates'), MP3 player, headphones around neck, cellphone, pack of Wrigley's Winterfresh gum, handgun(hidden).

 

 

History: Ashe, coming from a military background, joined the military at the early age of 18. Her field was Weapons Specialization and hand to hand combat. She had excelled in her training and graduated from basic with flying colors. She spent a year with the forces before she was recruited for the Elite Special Forces, or Black Ops, if you will. She was a part of that Elite Special Forces unit for nearly six years, and they had become like a family to her; brothers who stood and fought by her side, and vice versa. On their last mission, however, it all changed. All the members of her unit were killed, and she is all that is left. She believed that it was a set up.

 

Ashe, after losing her squad, went about investigating who could have been responsible for their deaths. She found one intelligence officer who she strongly believed was behind it all and after a bit of investigating, murdered him for what she thought he did. An investigation took place but found his wife guilty of the crime instead, as things ended up looking like Ashe had been having an affair with him and his wife found out and killed him for it.  Now, one year later, Ashe has been sent to Sanctuary to keep her somewhere quiet until everything blows over, since an affair that led to murder is quite a scandal. The truth of it all still remains hidden, and she intends to keep it that way. Now she is waiting for Sanctuary's General to have her report for duty....

 

Secret Sin: Guilt

 

Personality: Ashe used to be fairly outgoing, always smiling -unless on a mission, and even then that didn't usually stop her. Over the last year she grew rather quiet; more withdrawn. Ashe trusts no one, not knowing who she can rely on anymore. She is the type that will do whatever it takes to get the job done. Some say she is cold and emotionless, and who knows, maybe they're right. Not that she really cares. There is the rare occasion that something or someone can make her smile of laugh, but most people tend to avoid her and her icy nature. All the better for her; the don't ask questions she doesn't want to provide the answers to.

 

Relationships: None as of yet since she just got to town.

Edited by Maia, 16 February 2014 - 07:03 AM.

[Spinne]

Spoiler

Name: Emile Sonnet

Picture: 

 

Nickname: Emile

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Occupation: Deputy

 

Hobbies: Dancing and playing piano.

 

Blood type: Pure Blood

 

Inventory:

Glock 19 Gen4

Police Baton

Taser

Cartidges(ammo)

Cellphone

Cigarettes

Lighter

 

History: Emile is a woman with a color work history. From the age of fifteen she's always been working one job or another and sometimes multiple at once. It wasn't until her early twenties that she sought out a job in law enforcement. A deputy of a small town - good work and distracting hours.

 

Until one day it wasn't as distracting as she would've hoped. A certain incident saw her transferred - her good career keeping her from outright losing her job - to Sanctuary recently.

 

Secret Sin: Carnality

 

Personality: Emile is a closed book of sorts. She doesn't like going out or meeting new people and doesn't keep more than work contacts in her phone. She can be a social person of sorts - knowing her way around a crowd or even just an unruly person. It makes it great for dealing with people as a deputy but she avoids contact with others beyond that.

 

Relationships:

Riyon Finucane: As the sheriff Riyon is the only person Emile has met personally while she was moving in and getting her things settled. Beyond her name and appearance, Emile doesn't know anything or think much of the woman.

 

[Visitor]

Spoiler

"Fingers....h-haahhhh! Five. F-Five...eek! My [Hands]! T-two handssss...'mazing, 'mazing!!!"

 

10/10 Deli

( Within his appropriate [disguise] )

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Note that the elongated head he wears is actually paper mache', and he refuses to take it off, as he believes that is how all humans look, and so he fits the bill just nicely. Should anyone attempt to touch it, or make it seem as if they are going to, will invoke him into a series of shrieks and blares in the similar fashion of car alarms.

 

( True Identity )

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Nickname: Deli

Age: ???(Appears to be in his 20's)

Gender: Male

Occupation: Homeless

Hobbies: Ant Farming, Passing time with his Calculator

Blood type: Immune 
 

 Inventory: 

Pocket Knife

Calculator

An Ant Farm

An Abacus

[Note that these last two items are not with him at all times, and he actually keeps it hidden in a certain place near the SuperMarket]

History :

They say if you hang around the SuperMarket long enough, you'll find a colony of ants lined up in accordance, carrying food back to their nest. Oh, but it's best you not get yourself too involved, simply keep your eyes on them, and nothing more. Or better yet, follow these ants, acknowledging their struggle and even granting them praise! Eventually, you shall come into contact with him..

An enigma within himself, Deli had found his way to Sanctuary, an appropriate name for his residence you can say, as he is certainly one who is in need of salvation. He could not recall when he got here, or the day he started breathing. He could not recall anything at all. You see, he is an amnesiac, and one who copes with this sort of thing terribly. As if he was born on some alien planet, Deli learned to adjust to human life in quite an odd way, naming himself after a local grocery store, and finding interest in ants. He even goes around talking to his calculator, which he believes is a conversational device that links him to a higher power! A poor shell of a man, you can find him by the SuperMarket, huddled up within a corner, or exposed and in the open, sometimes sitting right next to the door. It seems that no one really knows his purpose, or why he wears that odd and torn paper mache' on his head. Doesn't it get hot in there? What is he hiding?

However above all of his failed take on his new life, Deli does remember one thing, or at least a fragmented part of it.

 

"I...I tend to have one thought running through my mind, and at times I can't get it out of my head. Believe me, I've tried it, but...I think realizing what this thought means is my only chance of recollecting my memories. It is a thought, where I am constantly reminded to push a button. I have no idea what the button does, or what that even means, but I would like to see this thought through to the end...."

 

Spoiler

"......E-Eek!!"

 

Secret Sin: Mission

Personality: Scatterbrained, Deli is also unorthodox, and erratic, but mostly in speech. When not stuck within his own pensive thinking, he often blurts out things inconsistently, or utters a word with poor pronunciation. Sometimes in between his moments of sanity. And if we are speaking on his moments of sanity, then it is safe to say that he carries himself within the manner of a normal human being, though one who knows nothing of what it means to be human, and acts on his own accord. This is due to his estranged, and secret identity, and his inability to blend in perfectly with society. It is actually due to his inability to deal with society, that he has lost himself to confusion and paranoia, leaving him in this anxious, and amnesiac state. And, there are times, when Deli tends to forget his existence all together. Feeling transparent and fleeting, he often counts his fingers, or provokes himself to vomit, or other drastic acts just to prove that he is indeed alive. Because of this, he wears many scars along his body, as he struggles with this trial of his own identity daily. Of course, there is more to his personality than just fits of unexpectancy, but that is something to elaborate on, as time passes. 

Try not to touch his things also, as he is very possessive, and carries a pocket knife conveniently for the circumstance.

Relationships:

Maddie: A questionable relationship, Deli knows not of who this woman is, or why the mounds on her chest are so big. All he knows is that she has two buttons centered on each mound respectively, and he must press them.

 

Samuel Todd: There was no way Deli could just live around the SuperMarket without running into this man at least once or twice. They tend to have a good relationship, as Samuel allows him to stay near the Market, and he even throws "food" at him! Though, perhaps he is just aiming for the trash can located next to him. It sure does distract Deli when Mr.Todd is doing those odd things though, especially on Thursdays.

 

[SliceAndDice]

Spoiler

Name: Alexander Levi Silvers

 

 
Nickname: Levi (close friends only)
Age: 27 years
Gender: Male
Occupation: Shop Owner (Local Gym)
Hobbies: Martial Arts, Cooking
Blood type: Immune Type
 
Inventory: Keys (Ford Mustang, Cherry Red), Bowie Knife, Wallet, Phone, Headphones, Pocket Watch
 
History: Most people who live in Sanctuary couldn't tell you when or where Alexander first showed up. They just noticed one day some years ago that the old and long-vacated building on that one street corner had been purchased, fixed up, and opened as "Cloud Nine Fitness Center", with him at the place's helm. When they asked him about it, his response was that he had gotten into a disagreement with his former boss and got the boot, so he moved to Sanctuary to start anew. For the most part, he keeps to himself; he really only intervenes in somebody else's life if something has gone incredibly wrong, and he has an uncanny knack for knowing when it has. People in Sanctuary, whether they go to his gym or not, find it very easy to talk to him about their troubles and occasionally will seek him out for such discussions. He usually invites them to do so over a light sparring session with him. 
 
Secret Sin: Down-to-Earth
 
Personality: Alexander is a pensive man who often finds himself lost in meditations on whatever catches his fancy. He speaks with wisdom that belies his youth, and it often seems as if he has all the time in the world to come to a decision on a matter, as if seconds and minutes hold no significance to him. That being said, when he does come to choose a course of action, he is incredibly decisive and does not mess around. Whatever he decides to do gets done, end of conversation.

Relationships: Come talk to me, we'll work something out.

[Blue Flaming Wings]

Spoiler

Name: Scott (Redwell) Edison

 

Picture:

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Age: 15

 

Gender: Male

 

Occupation: Student

 

Hobbies: Amateur Detective; Gun Owner

 

Scott tried to hide his hobbies for a while from his new parents. It was so they wouldn't be too worried about him, of course. Those first few days after the Event he must have acted … odd. At least, odd enough that it worried the heck out of them. So when they did find that he was sneaking out to a shooting range in Phoenix and  he was piecing together reports about murders in his old hometown they were rather pissed. At least until he told them he wanted to be a cop, wanted to work on his own case, and they more or less relented over time.

 

Blood Type: Pure Blood

 

Appearance: Scott wears glasses. He never understood what a big deal that was until he started high school, and especially once he came to Sanctuary. Back in Phoenix, he was a big deal because of the Event. The students there walked eggshells around him. Here, his glasses stigmatize him as a “nerd” – either for bullying or asking for notes. Ironic considering he has abysmal grades – he’s not like Meg who’s a superwoman who can do anything. His hobbies take up most of his time, especially now that Uncle Ron and Aunt Meredith have accepted them.

 

Other than that, there’s a bit of family resemblance between him and the rest of the Edisons … which is why no one really doubts that he’s their son. They all have dark hair and dark eyes, though his are closer to black. He normally can be found wearing jeans and a polo shirt.

 

Inventory: All the items in his inventory were gathered later, once both he and Meg safely got home.

 

Small:

         1-3.  A bag lunch: PB&J, a bag of Lays, and a small Gatorade – made in a rush in the morning.

4. Toiletry Kit: Toothbrush, toothpaste, floss and razor.

5. Steak Knife: Taken from the kitchen. Hey, even if he’s not as good with it as Meg with her damn bat, at least it’ll kill quietly.

 

… But for obvious reasons he likes keeping it in his backpack and just not looking at it.

 

Medium:

1. Flattop .357 Magnum: At the shooting range he was only able to rent guns, $6 dollars for thirty minutes, $10 dollars for an hour. And after Uncle Ron realized what the prices of guns ran, he said that’ll have to do until Scott decides if he really wants to go to a Police Academy after High School. Then Uncle Roe surprised Scott by deciding to buy him a $300 dollar one for his birthday. Hey, at least it’s not a console where he’ll buy half a dozen video games each year.

2. Research Portfolio: The portfolio he’s made of the "Man" for the last couple years … it’s gone absolutely nowhere, but he just couldn't part with it.

3.Spare set of clothes – stuffed into the backpack.

 

 

Large:

              1. Backpack: All the school supplies that were in it can be found in a pile on his bed…assuming the bed is still there – assuming the house is still there.

 

History:

 

There is a certain duality to the city of Orange, his old hometown. On one hand, there is a modernity to it, skyscrapers which dot the horizon to the east, McDonalds, Del Tacos, Walmarts, Targets and other big brands that can be found downtown. A city like any other. On the other hand though, there existed Old Towne Orange, a Circle littered with antique shops, old 50s style diners, and hundred year old buildings. Plagues that lined the cobblestone sidewalks told of the history tourist walked on with every step.

 

Scott’s parents, David and Maria, both worked close by. His father, David, taught down at the local martial arts center called Pa Kua. He focused on martial arts, edge weaponry and archery classes, since Pa Kua incorporated many aspects to their school. Meanwhile the mother Maria shrived towards tenure as a professor at Chapman University some blocks up – she taught History, Irish History, if Scott remembered well.

 

And he didn't. Things that he's known for years, like what his mother does for work, he remembers. But small details right before the Event ... no not so much.

 

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That's because things became … murkier, the closer Scott’s memories came to the Event, as he, and the rest of his adopted family, called the double homicide.

 

It is only in his dreams, fragments of which that bubble up in flashes during the light of day, that the full story plagues him, haunts him even. At midday a week or so pass Scott’s twelfth birthday, his mother left to buy some groceries. After she left, his father bent over him, a beaming smile etched in place. “Hey kid,” He said, in that deep voice that always resounded against the wooden frame of their house, “Why don’t we order some pizza?”

 

“Sure!” He said.

 

Just another Friday.

 

But before they had a chance to call up, the doorbell rungl. David looked down at his son, before striding up towards the door. He peeked through the eyehole. Sure enough, a pizza delivery man waited on the otherside in the uniform of their local Dominos. His own brilliant blue eyes caught David's look through the door and he mouthed, 'The usual'. “We didn't order yet, but they were expecting us it seems. Good service for good customers.” David said. He ruffled Scott’s hair as he opened the door.

 

Only for the pizza delivery man to flip the pizza over to the ground and lunge with his knife.

 

His father sidestepped, moved in a circular motion, his hand glided more than struck at the delivery man’s wrist, disarming him in a flash of a moment. David put some space between them, before speaking at his son, “Go upstairs! Call 9-1-1.” Scott did not need to be told twice. He scurried up the stairs as the delivery man (there was no way he was a delivery man, was there?) kicked behind at the door. He shut it with a casual ease. Even now, this was all a game.

 

Scott reached the master bedroom and shut the door behind him. Or, almost shut it. For there, in the sliver of the crack of the partially shut door Scott could see the figure of his father. David twirled the knife over his fingers, until the held the hilt in his fist and the knife slanted towards the ground. David slashed diagonally, a practiced motion, but even he froze up when he saw the knife cut into the man’s arm. It dug into the skin. The blood flowed and dripped onto the carpet.

 

He hesitated.

 

“Stop this,” He said, “You’re unarmed and bleeding. If you stop now you can still –”

 

That hesitation cost him his life.

 

The attacker moved. He snapped a hand out, slammed David’s arm against the wall and then snatched the blade out of his hand.

 

Then he spun around and sliced through David’s throat.

 

Then Scott screamed. He screamed until his throat stung and then kept screaming.

 

“Scott! Scott! What’s wrong?”

 

No.

 

A moment later the door opened and his mother came rushing in, shopping bags in each hand. A single glance at her husband dead or dying on the floor, a pool of blood oozing from him, and the attacker, that terrible, satisfied smile in place, and Maria dropped her bags. Blood soaked them. Blood trickled by them. Blood touched the tip of her stilettos as she cradled her head in her hands.

 

Footsteps in the blood, squelching with every step.

 

His mother glanced up, seeing the man before her. There, behind him, in the slim sliver of the open doorway, she saw Scott on his knees – staring and staring. That snapped her out of it. She got up and dashed towards the living room, to circle around the man and then get to the stairs from the other side.

 

Not fast enough.

 

The attacker grabbed her wrist and jerked her back. Maria slipped, tilted backwards. Scott saw. He saw the knife descend, saw it stab into her forehead, saw the blood drip from the open cut and down over her rolled up eyes. Then he saw no more. For he lay on the ground, his arms wrapped around his knees and he shivered; he felt a cold with no wind.

 

“No challenge.” He heard a faint voice down below, but all sounds died around him.

 

But even so, he still heard it, the creak of the steps as the man took to the stairs. That seemed to break Scott out of his fog. He scurried backwards, got to his feet. He glanced at the back corner of the room. On the nightstand sat the corded telephone. When he looked at it, he nearly gagged. It was right there. He thought as his hands shivered, If I just called I could have saved them. God. Oh God!

 

He did not have time to think. The door opened. There stood the man, blood dripped from his knife. The blood of Scott’s parents. The man’s eyes locked onto him, they burned with an ice coldness, his blue eyes reflecting the dim light in the bedroom. Scott felt his whole body tense, the muscles in his arms, back and legs. His own gaze flickered down to the knife.

 

I’m going to be killed by the same knife as my parents.

 

He knew it. Felt it. He would die unless something changed. Right then. He remembered his dad disarming the man, a memory that already caused a stab of pain – the faces and figures distorted in his mind’s eye. If I just grab that knife, The thought began as a … a feeling …. Bubbled up to the surface, smothering his fear I can stab that fucker he didn’t even know he knew that word I can stab him again and again and again. I –

 

A laugh.

 

The sound, it was just so … gentle. The way his mother laughed, a tinkling in the air. It was wrong. This … this thing should not laugh like that! Scott snapped his head up. There the man stood, staring into his eyes, into his face, like his gaze could flay skin. Scott froze. Not in the way before, where his whole body tensed, but in a way that shut his whole body down.

 

“Well, isn’t this a special treat?”

 

The man walks across the carpet. He gets closer to Scott with small steps.

 

The knife was a lunge away.

 

“Do you feel that boy? That deep dark mass of feelings in your heart.” He began to spin the knife around his fingers. The man smiled Maria’s smile at him. Scott wanted to just – “Do you feel it flare and rage? Oh yes. It's a little black sun igniting inside you.”

 

Scott realized it then. He should have seen it sooner. “You’re not attacking me.” Scott had been waiting for the man to make a move, so that he could counter like … like the other did. While Scott had been focusing on that, the man’s words had washed over him – Scott had heard them but did not register them. But not now.“Why?”

 

“Well we wouldn't want to put that out now would we? Dear me, no we wouldn't. Not yet. You need to feed that flame my dear. Let it grow. Oh yes.”

 

He’s going to let me live? Despite himself, Scott eased up from where he had tensed – ready to throw himself at the knife. “I … I don’t get it.”

 

The man leaned forward, inches away from Scott’s face. His neck was so close. The man’s smile widened. “What a wonderful day this is. If only I could see into the past. This must be how I looked when I began.”

 

That got through. Everything the man had been saying now made sense. It clicked in a way that shattered his world. All that he had been thinking, all that he had been planning to do, came down to him in a tumble. No. “I’m not anything like you!”

 

“That first dark spark.”

 

No. “There is no spark!”

 

“It's like you've been reborn.”

 

He says nothing. There are no words. Not anymore. Scott falls to his knees, feels the carpet beneath him. The world tilts on an axis. The colors of the walls merge with the ceiling and the floor to become one giant blur. Even his parents on the floor down stairs are caught up in it – all lost in the grey. All Scott can see is the man’s face, inches away from him, that damn smile still in place, as if to slash the world in half. His eyes, those eyes, his damn eyes.

 

“So delightful.”

 

Scott thumped to the floor.

 

The man stood straight up, staring at the boy who was once more curled up on the ground, before turning around and walking towards the open doorway. There, at the doorframe, he said one last parting word.

 

"I'll be seeing you around my dear child."

 

But Scott did not hear him.

 

He also did not hear the bedroom door close with a creak.

 

He did not hear anything anymore.

 

He woke up, stretched out his limbs as he yawned. He’d get mom to make him some pancakes this –

 

He stopped, staring around him with wide eyes. 

 

A white room, far different from his own bedroom, greeted him on all sides. A flatscreen tv perched in the corner, a table to his left had a metal tray on it with some cereal. A vase with blossoms bloomed by an open window, they swayed to the breeze that fluttered in. When Scott sat up, the bedcovers slid down, revealing his own form.

 

A gown. A hospital gown.

 

Then the exhaustion hit.

 

Scott fell back into the bed. How long has it been since I’ve been awake? Everything about this was confusing. He looked to the side and saw one of those buttons that patients in hospitals push on tv. Why not? He thought, as he pushed the button.

 

Things moved at a fast pace after that. A nurse came in, found he was awake, called for the doctor and then helped him with the cereal and walking around the room. He did so with unsteady steps – he obviously hasn't been on his feet for some time.

 

Turned out that was the case. Trickle of information came to him from the staff at the hospital. It had been a month since he had arrived. He had not exactly been in a coma, but he had been non-responsive. Not speaking, not moving, not eating – everything had to be done for him, which brought a blush of horror just thinking of it. But despite his questions, they wouldn't answer the most important one.

 

“Where’s my parents?”

 

The only answer he ever got to that is that someone would pick him up and explain. That answer caused a chill to crawl down his back. Anytime he talked or even thought about his parents caused a stab of pain in his forehead, one that would not leave until he just moved on to another topic.

 

The ones he was waiting for came in about fifteen minutes later. They had been called in once he became responsive. “Scott-boy!” Said the man. It was a trio of a man, woman and a young girl, around his age.

 

He’s never seen them before.

 

“Who are you?” He asked, and, when seeing all three of them react, the father (Scott assumed) and the girl flinched while the woman scowled, he knew he said the wrong thing. “Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.”

 

“It’s alright.” The man said, “I’m your Uncle Ron. This is your Aunt Meredith and this is your cousin, Megan.”

 

That clicked. “Oh! My dad told me about you. Said you lived over in Arizona.” There. Again. Whenever he talked about his parents everyone would clam up.

 

“Where are they?” His tone made it clear – this was not a question, not anymore.

 

“We were told that you didn't remember.” Uncle Ron said, he knelt by the bed, clasping Scott’s hand.

 

He opened his mouth.

 

The flowers in the vase swayed to the sound of Scott’s sobbing.

 

Things changed again the following day. It turned out that the three of them had taken a flight once they heard about what happened to him, but then were unable to return once the hospital made it clear that he was not stable enough to move. But now that he was awake, a few police officers asked him questions in the hospital, but nothing new was gathered. His amnesia became yet another obstacle, and after a month of active investigation with no results they had to drop it, there was just too many other cases to focus on. Though one officer did suggest they take him to the scene of the crime to see if anything clicked, but that got such a volatile reaction out of Uncle Ron that none of them dared to suggest it again. It became a cold case.

 

The first time Scott took a step outside the hospital he was swarmed by news cameras. Scott just stared at the flashing lights and the microphones thrust in his face and the buzz of questions from the reporters. He could barely get a word in edgewise before Uncle Ron grabbed him by the shoulder and lead him to the Edisons’ car waving apologetically at the cameras and saying no comment would be made at the time. Scott blinked at the sight as the car door closed.

 

It was his first indication that he had become a local news sensation.

 

There wasn't any rest. The news coverage followed him wherever he went. Even though Uncle Ron told him they would leave soon and so he didn't have to deal with it forever, Scott didn't quite want to leave. He still had his friends he wanted to see (during the first week after the Event he got well-wishes cards that flooded his room, even from students who weren't close friends, but when he awoke it was empty.) and, despite himself and the warnings that both Uncle Ron and Aunt Meredith gave, he wanted to go back home … if only to see the house with his own eyes.

 

The day before the move Uncle Ron finally relented and let him say his final goodbyes.

 

He never got pass the front door.

 

The moment the door opened and he saw that whitewashed tile hallways he collapsed into a heap. He heard Megan call out to him, followed by Uncle Ron and Aunt Meredith. “This was a bad idea,” He heard Aunt Meredith said, but the voice was fuzzy – indistinct.

 

“What if he goes back to how he was before?” Megan said, as she crouched behind him and put a hand on his shoulder.

 

“I won’t.” Scott croaked out. “Just … just shut the door.” Already flashes of scenes, snippets of images, a dripping knife, an easy smile and soft spoken lyrics (of a song? poem?) floated in his head. Scott held a hand to his temple, feeling the heat beneath his fingers. “Please.”

 

The door closed.

 

They left on the plane the following morning.

 

It turned out that 357 miles wasn't enough distance to escape the news coverage. Continual requests for interviews plagued the newly-formed family. The middle school that Scott entered into alongside Megan didn't help matters, since the students knew Megan was an only child.

 

To make matters worse, ever since he went to see his old home Scott had nightmares. The whole scene would play out in his mind though only flashes and images would remain in his waking hours. His screams and thrashing woke the whole house up. It was Megan who sat in a cushioned chair by his bed during those hours, her eyes met him when he fitfully awoke, sweat beading on his brow.

 

But the spotlight lessened and then disappeared entirely over the next couple years.He found a new purpose. He didn't know if he wanted his memories back, but he did know that he had to do something. He started going to a shooting range on the edge of town, at fourteen being by far one of the youngest ones there, and rented guns for a couple hours of practice. He also began to do his own research, finding the numbers of the officers on his case and getting a hold of them.

 

At first, when his Uncle and Aunt found out, they were not pleased with him. But, like before with visiting the house, Uncle Ron relented. It was then that Scott realized that Uncle Ron felt guilty for some reason, though he could not possibly understand why. The boy almost felt ashamed to use his goodwill this way, but this is something he had to do.

 

Scott settled into a routine. He did his schoolwork during the weekdays and on the weekends researched murders in the same vein as his parents’, searched up general info about the Police Academy (though he still didn't know if you can be assigned a specific case, especially one as personal as his own) and went to the shooting range, learning what he could from the more experienced people there. All in all, he was doing well, with both his school work at the shooting practice, but his frustration mounted when he could only hit a brick wall with the “Man”.

 

But, that too had a breakthrough. Though he really wished it didn't.

 

A copy-cat killer, or perhaps even the serial killer himself, arrived in Phoenix three years after Scott had finally gotten used to the town. The details were identical. The killer dressed up as a pizza delivery man after he discovered his victims ordered food, he killed the parents with a knife and was going to leave their son alive when the boy attacked him, forcing him to kill the child as well.

 

It brought everything back, all the reporters, all the news coverage, all the questions … but it brought new questions too. A tabloid article even questioned whether Scott was the killer, having become demented after witnessing his parent’s deaths. It pissed Megan off enough that she chucked the magazine against the wall and started stomping on it, until Aunt Meredith pulled her off.

 

The rumors continued, even despite the forensic evidence that a child did not have the height or strength to overpower the parents and even when the copy-cat killer was found, a balding employee of Big Lots. Even when he claimed that he wasn't the one to kill Scott’s parents and was just copying the killing, even after Scott saw the man in person and did not recognize him, even after all that the hysteria mounted.

 

Scott just couldn't take it anymore. He exploded. He flipped the chair he was sitting in at the table when yet another reporter appeared at the front door (from that damn tabloid) and started chucking plates at him, screaming, “Go away! Get the hell out of here!” as the ceramic dishes shattered by the door. He collapsed afterwards, apologizing to the Edisons for the scene and the plates…

 

Though it didn't stop the reporter from writing an article about it.

 

Both Uncle Ron and Aunt Meredith decided it was time to go, put even more space between them and Orange.

 

Hey, at least Sanctuary would be a quiet, little town, right?

 

Secret: … Where to begin? The fact that he’s suffering from amnesia? The fact that the family he’s living with is not his immediate family? The fact that his first family were murdered? The fact he spends his weekends working so he can avenge them? Take your pick.

 

Personality: The last thing that Scott wants to do is draw attention to himself. The Event has already caused enough problems in his life. Honestly, he just wants to be left alone to focus on his goal – his obsession almost – to do what he can to take the “Man” down. This allowed the students at Sanctuary to mistake him for being a nerd. After all, if he’s not hanging out with them during the weekend, he has to be busy studying, right?

 

That’s not to say he doesn't have a few friends. He met Austin Hugh in their Art class, the boy is one heck of a drawer and he helped gave Scott a few tips. Austin is also very outgoing and charismatic, so Scott ended up befriending his friends and now eats lunch together. With that group, Scott is a bit more open, smiling, laughing, and playing around like other kids his age.

 

He still doesn't meet up with them after school or on weekends though, and they've noticed that.

 

Relationships:

 

Riyon Finucane: Upon Scott's move to Sanctuary, his file and related case were given to the police department with instruction that should he ever remember anything that she should send word over to Orange so the LAPD can handle the case in their jurisdiction. The two have yet to meet.

 

Nurse ‘K’: Similarly to the sheriff, K also got Scott’s file, with warnings of him possibly having sudden episodes, and that he may come to her for counseling. Neither of which has happened; he has his own therapist in town that he is forced to go to regularly. Unlike Riyon the two do see each other often enough at school, but Scott is deliberately not going to the nurse’s office for any help.

 

Joe River: Yet another indirect contact, Uncle Ron used to be a regular at Joe’s bar. He used to ask for advice about guns in general and how to safely allow children to handle them, since he was aware that Joe let Ty to go hunting with him. Joe has heard about Scott through him.

 

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Salem: Scott does not know him personally, but his life revolves around him ever since the Event. He lives to bring him to justice, though a niggling feeling in the back of his mind hints at a deeper purpose. But, whatever the case, that goal is gone now. After all, it’s the end of the world: what are the chances that this serial killer would still be alive and ticking?

 

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Name: Megan Edison

 

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Nickname: Meg

 

Age: 17

 

Gender: Female

 

Occupation: Student

 

Hobbies: Softball; Taekwondo

 

Meg is the ace of the Milton Peters’ Softball team, the Chargers. She was a decent player back at Pheonix Ranch when she was just one of the many thousands who went to that Middle School in Arizona’s capitol, but a mixture of a smaller selection and a focus on training allowed her to rise to the top. As the team’s shortstop, she is quick on her feet to either catch a ball or steal a base. She’s a good hitter too, though she’s well known for her bunting and then dashing to first base. Her speed is enough to catch the attention of the track team, but Meg just never had interest in it.

 

Her second hobby was taekwondo. She used to take classes in karate back in Pheonix, but switched to Taekwondo in Sanctuary. It took some adjusting, taekwondo focuses more on kicks than karate, but she got the hang of it soon enough.

 

Blood Type: Immune

 

Appearance: She has brown hair like the rest of her family, the dark hair seems to be genetic, tied in the back in a ponytail. She wears a tan t-shirt with jeans, along with a denim jacket, though she does take it off when indoors. On practice or game days, she can be seen with her bat bag slung over a shoulder. But most importantly, she wears a small medallion around her neck, normally tucked away out of sight, which was a gift from Scott on her birthday.

 

Inventory:

 

Small:

1. Cleats … she can hit one of them with the spikes on the end?

2. Helmet – Who knew she’d use it one day to stop something from biting her skull?

3.  Softball Glove … really not much use.

4. Half a dozen softballs

5. The Great Gatsby – she was planning on reading chunks of it while sitting in the dugout.

 

Medium:

1. The Easton: An aluminum bat that she bought a few years ago when she began to get serious with her softball playing.

2. Milton Peters’ Chargers Softball uniform

3.  English binder – Again, for The Great Gatsby homework. She definitely knows how to multitask.

 

Large:

1. Bat Bag: Carries her bat and other belongings.

 

History: Megan Edison was born of Ron and Meredith Edison in Phoenix, Arizona. Her earliest memories were of long car rides to the eastern Arizona, where she would spend her holidays with the extended family on her mother’s side. That whole family had moved sometime in the early 1900s from the South, so a great deal of Southern hospitality and good Christian virtues transferred over as well. Birthday parties, summers, Christmases – in all ways she was always surrounded with people.

 

Which is why she thought it was curious that she never met with her dad’s side of the family.

 

His answer to that had been a small smile, “I have a younger brother,” He said, “But he’s over in California, and as for the rest of them … well, it’s complicated.”

 

That was it.

 

At least, that was it until she was 14.

 

She could still remember. She had been over at Phoenix Ranch, just finishing her lunch break and heading back to class when her name was called over the PA system. She hadn't thought much of it. She hadn't done anything to get herself in trouble, so she just waved her friends goodbye and walked to the principal’s office without a care in the world.

 

So she felt surprised when she saw her father waiting there for her. Even more surprised when she saw her mom sitting in chair in the corner, head held in her hands. She glanced back at her father and saw the grimness of his features – the set of his jaw. She could only ask one thing.

 

“What happened?”

 

They left for California within the hour. They arrived in the evening.

 

The first time she met Scott she found him sitting up in the hospital bed, just staring out the window. In the couple years after that, she would keep coming back to that scene in her mind’s eye. To the sight of him cast in shadow, face blank and eyes glazed over – trapped.

 

“What happened, exactly?” Her father’s voice jarred her out of it. Meg tore her eyes off the boy, though with a slow reluctance.

 

Her father looked over at a police officer, middle aged, though the weariness in him at the moment made him look older. “Just another psycho,” The officer said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The he turned to the family of three who stood at the boy’s doorway. He glanced down to where Meg stood. “Should she hear this?”

“Yes, she’ll find out about it anyway.” Her father said, earning a sharp look from Mom.

 

The policeman sighed, then said, “Okay. The laydown is this. At 11:47 a man posing as a pizza deliveryman from Dominos arrived at the front door of the Redwells. The mother was out grocery shopping at the time, so the father opened the door. A neighbor who was finishing walking her dog at the time saw the door close, but then went into her own home. Though there were no eyewitness it can only be assumed that this is when the boy’s father was killed. ”

 

Meg let out a gasp, while her father curled up his hand into a tight fist. “Damn it, David.” He grunted, “Damn it all.”

 

Only Mom remained composed, “That’s not all, is it?”

 

The police officer shook his head. “No, no it isn't. The mother returned with her groceries at 11:48, and must have heard something to alert her. The same witness saw Mrs. Redwell dash towards the door, but she couldn't hear anything. It was only at 12: 02 that she saw that the front door was ajar and realized something was wrong, but by then it was too late.”

 

That shook her mother’s composure. She glanced over at the boy on the bed, “Orphaned in an instant. That poor child.”

 

Meg followed her gaze, “What about him?” She asked the officer as he looked down at her, “Does … uh, Scott …” She got a nod of confirmation from Dad. “Does he remember what the man looked like?”

 

The officer, detective?, shook his head, “No, the boy’s in a catatonic state. He’s still in shock. He hasn’t spoken, ate or moved in hours. I suppose we’ll find out when he recovers.”

 

“We’ll wait.” Dad said, and, after a pause, Mom nodded as well.

 

They waited a month.

 

After the first week, the three tried to settle into a routine, but things just were not the same, though the one to come out of it the best was Meg. While in Middle School she had liked playing softball with her friends after school, though she was not part of a league yet, but now cut off from them she found herself venturing over to the hospital. She would just sit by Scott’s bedside, chatting to him. She told him how her day went, how she fed stray dogs scraps of food from her lunch and how they’d lick her hand all over, and how she hoped he would start speaking back to her soon because she always did want a little brother (it was sister, but who’s keeping track?). Other times she would just sit there quietly, focusing on her schoolwork (her teacher sent her homework every week, with the hope that it would only be a temporary workaround) or other times she would just look at him, as if expecting him to turn around and look her in the eyes and say, “Hello Meg”, like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

 

Things were not bad for her father. Sales in his pawn shop only went down a bit without him but the online orders and shop assistants to take his place and help manage the store kept things a float. But even with him nearly always on the phone, he still had the time to go to the hospital to see Scott. When there Meg drilled him for info about Scott, about what his life was like and Ron tried to fill her in as best he could. Eventually, though he’d have to leave to answer a call.

 

 However, her mother by far had the worse luck. She worked as the secretary for an architectural design company. For a while she had been getting complaints by her boss. He was rather high up in the hierarchy and got meetings, appointments and paperwork to file constantly. After about a week into the leave of absence, she got a call from him. Turns out, she didn’t need to come back, he found a replacement for her (by a young blond too, to add insult to injury). The next weeks had her calling up her connections and networking but she kept hitting roadblocks.

 

Then Scott woke up.

 

But he didn't remember anything.

 

At first, Meg thought that was a blessing, especially after the first few talks. This, this was who Scott was, without the memories of his parents’ deaths hanging over him, who he was before the Event (her mom’s term when she’s trying to be sensitive over it). But after seeing him break down over the news of his parents’ deaths and the way the news hounded him the moment he stepped outside the hospital she knew that things had changed for him.

Especially when he went to his house again.

 

That night they all returned to the hotel in silence. Though they had been staying there with the donations from wellwishers and the support from the police department, they were still happy to leave tomorrow morning. But even the thought of going home did not improve the mood. Scott murmured an “I’m sorry,” before heading to one of the two beds. Meg sat on the pull out mattress from the couch while her parents sat on the bed.

 

Once assured that Scott was asleep, Meg started, “What are we going to do if he collapses like that again?”

 

But Dad just shook his head, “I don’t think it’ll happen again. We’ll be heading back home tomorrow, he won’t be going to that place again.”

 

“That place, huh?”

 

The three of them looked over to where Scott laid with his back turned to them.

 

“You were awake?” Meg asked.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“We all best get some sleep.” Her dad said.

 

Meg didn't get much sleep though. She awoke in the middle of the night.

 

Scott thrashed in the bed, throwing the sheets off him as he squirmed. She heard whimpers from his mouth, the hint of a scream that just begged to break out from him. She got off her own mattress and approached, sitting on a chair near him. Her, on a chair, him, on the bed. But so different than her lighthearted chats with him in those first weeks.

 

“No.” She heard him groan. “No.”

 

She reached out and grabbed his hand.

 

He stilled.

 

In the days that passed once the family returned to Phoenix, she got in the habit of doing that every time she heard him thrash in bed. Just sit there in a seat and watch him on the bed. She didn’t need to hold his hand again to calm him down, just her presence there seemed to make his boy unwind bit by bit. One of times she did that, she saw her mother by the doorway looking at the two of them. Suddenly, she felt self-conscious though she didn’t know why. Maybe it was the hard look in her mother’s eyes? But then she left.

 

After the second week back, things started to go well. The news coverage lessened on Scott, he began to have less nightmares and they got into the routine of normal life with school at Phoenix Ranch. She still met her friends to play the occasional game of catch or a few innings of softball and she was on top of her grades. Honestly, it felt like things had returned to normal, only now she had a younger brother.

 

And more than that, she now had a boy she liked.

 

She met him on her fifteenth birthday. He had been invited by one of her friends. His name was Samuel Benet. He had sat in the corner for most of the party, just scowling. She felt her interest pique up almost instantly. What was his deal? What sort of things must he have gone through to seem to shun everyone like that?

 

So, she approached him.

 

The next couple weeks were fun. Just sitting at lunch chatting, playing some catch after school (he was surprised by how good of an arm she had – suggested she should try to get on the team) and laughing dutifully at terribly corny jokes. Right before she decided to ask him out, she finally asked, “So, why are you so quiet most of the time? What’s happened to you?”

 

Sam just stared, “Huh?”

 

Lead snuck in her gut. “You know, what’s your secret? You can tell me.”

 

But he shook his head. “I don’t have anything like that.”

 

It turned out the reason why he was so moody the first time they met is because his mom had found out he got a D on his last Math assignment. That was it. The other times was the same. He just held grudges easily, and maybe thought it was cool to be a bit “emo”.

 

Meg didn’t know why she was so pissed off to hear that. But she was.

 

She said goodbye to him, said she needed to head home to start homework. She ran off before he could say okay.

 

It was not until late that night that she had a hint of what was wrong.

 

She had been going downstairs to grab a glass of water, also to see if Scott started thrashing again, when she heard her mother speak up from the parents’ bedroom. What she said stopped Meg in her tracks.

 

“I don’t want him in the house.”

 

What? Meg inched towards the door.

 

She heard her dad sigh. “We've been over this Meredith. The answer is no. Besides, you've been against Scott ever since you've lost you’re job.”

 

“What? No! My mom was a housewife, so there’s nothing wrong with it, even if I’m still looking for a job … Anyway, that’s beside the point. She likes him.”

 

What? Meg thought. Her whole body stopped.

 

“This again? No. That’s just wrong. He’s my brother’s boy!”

 

“I’m telling you. I just know.”

 

Meg went back to her room. She didn't get the water.

 

The next day she spoke to Sam. She told him that they wouldn't be hanging out much anymore since she decided to join the softball team.

 

She did get onto the team, but she ended up in right field, which was a position she did not want to get. Instead of soaking up her time, she found herself free to think. And she did not want to be free to think. But running for a position on the student council helped solve that. Instead of spending hours out on the field thinking about him she instead thought about paperwork and student council duties, also putting her mind in the game when a good hitter was up, of course.

But that still left her weekends opened, and even though Scott seemed to be sneaking off on his own on the weekends (she so desperately wanted to know what he was doing, and at the same time so desperately did not want to know) she still saw him enough times to make her feel uncomfortable. She solved it by starting to take karate. Besides taking chunks out of her weekend, it was also rather fun.

 

After another year of this, she came to grips with herself. Her mother had been wrong. She didn't feel uneasy when she saw Scott anymore.

 

Then the copycat killer came to Phoenix.

 

The days after the murders were terrible. The reporters came back, but by the dozens. She could see the strain on Scott’s face again. But, worse of all, she began to have nightmares again. And she began sitting in his room again, but felt so guilty while doing it, as if she shouldn't step in there. But a single look at Scott’s sweaty face and that thought would vanish.

 

When the tabloid article came with its disgusting claims about him, Meg could tell that Scott had reached a breaking point. She wasn’t even surprised when he snapped at the reporter at the door (she was seconds away from yelling at him too) but when she saw him there in the aftermath, just sitting on the ground around the broken shards of the plate, muttering, “Sorry” she felt like she wanted to wrap her arms around him.

 

There was no denying it.

 

She loved him.

 

Secret Sin: Incestuous Love.

 

Personality: Well, stereotypically, Meg should be a tomboy. She does taekwondo, softball and plays videogames on the weekends with Lux. But she also studies hard and used to be on the student council in her old school, and wants to be on it again next year at Milton Peters’ Highschool. So … a mixture of tomboy and nerd? Also, Scott does tend to call her a superwoman able to do anything (she takes a secret pride at that) so there’s that as well.

 

But this busy schedule builds up stress in her, more than she’d admit. She tends to snap and get annoyed at people more than she should, which means she has a smaller amount of friends than she had in Phoenix. Among those she’s more comfortable with she tends to be more outgoing and cheerful – catching the charisma that had given her such a rich social life back home. But few have had the chance to see that.

 

Also, she tends to be a bit … overprotective when it comes to Scott. A couple years ago she had chalked it up to her big sister instincts, but she knows better now. Let’s just say those who did used to pick on Scott at school because of his glasses really wished she hadn't taken taekwondo.

 

Relationships:

 

Luca Remas: When she first saw him at school, the way he had isolated himself from others, she felt the urge to talk to him. Then she saw what he did for revenge and thought it would be best to keep her distance. She still recognizes him from sight, though.

 

Benedikt Rasmussen: Like Luca, Ras is someone she knows by sight but has never talked to. The first time she met him was when she went to the gym for the first time. She goes there every once in a blue moon, mainly to work on her cardio on the treadmills and ellipticals. She spotted him afterward getting onto his bike and followed behind him in her truck all the way to the suburbs. He got off a few blocks away from their new home. She only considers him ‘The neighbor’.

Nurse ‘K’: Unlike that kid Kev, she tries not to make it a habit to get into fights. But those who pick on Scott, who already had enough shit in his life, are an exception. She’s been in a couple times for a scrapped knee or sprained ankle. Turns out, kicking a actual person hurts.

 

Kevin Willson: She occasionally had to fight alongside him in the first week she arrive at Milton Peters’ Highschool, but because the bullies learned fast to lay off of Scott she hasn’t had much contact with the senior since.

 

Akuna Lux Lucifer: Meg actually considers Lux her best friend, though she hasn’t said that to her face yet. She met the girl the first couple days she was in Sanctuary, when she checked out the city’s local Taekwondo Academy. Lux was in the middle of a class. When Meg went to school, she found out that Lux was in the same class and the two hit it off. She goes by Lux’s house to play videogames. Now, after everything’s gone crazy, she can only hope Lux made it out alive, though her hopes aren't high.

 

Connor Blake: She met Connor through Lux, and was stunned to find out that not only was he the student council President, but also had genius parents over at the military base by Sanctuary and ran around the city with boxers on his head as a “superhero”. Well, next year she’ll run for student council president and take his seat from him, though she would have to get through Debbie first – the girl was already basically running the council.

Deli: Meg sees him by the supermarkert all the time and feels sorry for him, much like she did for the strays back when she was a kid. Something tells her to stay away from him, though.

 

Margaret ‘Greta’ Greer and her minions: Meg really, really wishes she had an excuse to go off them like she did with Scott’s bullies. She doesn’t like using this word, but there’s no way to describe Greer as anything other than a bitch. To make matters worse, there’s a rumor that London Stevenson, of the Stevenson twins, makes out with her cousin. Just the thought that she’s anything like Greer’s crony makes her skin crawl.

Edited by Blue Flaming Wings, 19 October 2014 - 03:30 AM.

[Socrates]

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Name: Unknown
Picture: 

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Nickname: John (Doe)
Age: (Assumed) 18
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Hobbies: 

• Boxing
• Swimming
• Practicing shorthand

Blood type: Immune

Appearance: 5' 10"

Inventory:

• Small
  • A piece of paper with crude drawings and scribbles
  • Binoculars
  • A gold coin, stained on one side with blood
  • A blank brown bound book
  • An empty pen: heavier and thicker than a regular pen
  • A canteen
  • Some lemons
  • A lighter with a yin-yang symbol on it
• Medium
  • A blue-bag that is fluffy enough to be a pillow

History: John woke up, without a name or identification, to the quizzical faces of Doctor Abbot, Doctor Gong-Li, Knives, and the Mayor. Chilled to the bone by just looking at the Mayor, John began asking the same questions as any other patient experiencing amnesia. Who am I? Where am I? What happened? All the information that he received was that he currently was in a small town called the Sanctuary and that Knives had found him unconscious in the hills nearby. Wincing at the pain, as he tried to move, John lay back in the bed, staring at the stale white ceiling of the hospital; apparently, he had been beat all over, but miraculously had no broken bones. It was decided by the Mayor that Doctor Abbot could take care of the youth and allow him to stay with him until John could either remember where he came from or what his name was. And as they left the room to let John rest, he could only feel a tingle in his spine that someone there already knew more than what they were saying. (1 month before the Beginning)

Secret Sin: A liar

Personality: A passive person, who appears to try to work hard to meet new people. Often seems a little creepy due to him constantly watching others, but otherwise comes off as being laid back once people begin to know him. Surprisingly athletic with his lingering injuries, and has a competitive streak. Likes to spend time under the tree and sleep, but when woken up has scared people with eyes that exhibit a true murderous intent.

Relationships: (Being that John is new to the place)

• Doctor Abbot - Thankful for the kindness and hospitality the man has shown John. However, John is not sure whether or not he can trust him still
• Knives - Thankful for saving him from sure death out in the hills. Seems to John that she is also in somewhat of a similar situation. John still isn't sure whether or not to trust her, as she appears apathetic to everything he says.
• Mayor - Creeps John out, but also was kind enough to let John stay in the town, even under John's strange back-story. John, however, still needs to know why the Mayor scares him in the first place.