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Doorkeeper of the Gas Station Bathroom

Noel Bunker

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"Uh, your change i-is... one-NO. Oh wait. Yeah, it is one cent. Well, here's the bathroom key sir, dont slip in and drown."

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General

|| NAME ||

Noel Bunker

|| GENDER ||

Male

|| AGE ||

18

|| ROLE ||

Gas Station Attendant

|| SEXUALITY ||

Bisexual

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||

Single

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Personal

|| POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

● Cautious
● Consistent
● Organized
● Humble
● Pragmatic
● Kind
● Despite all of his flaws, Noel is capable of acting against his fears and being altruistic, brave even, if given enough incentive to be.

|| NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

● Cowardly
● Selfish
● Socially Awkward
● Obsessive
● Insecure
● Boring
● Kinda pathetic
● Fearful. Easily sp00ked.

|| QUIRKS ||

● He sometimes puts his hands together in a way that can only be described as him holding his own hand.
● Always has a book on him.
● As well as the gas station bathroom key which he has a tendency to play with when he's bored.
● Really, it's probably one of the few things he takes pride in; people needing to go through him before they get to take a shit makes him feel kinda good.

|| HOBBIES ||

● Sleeping
● Waking up
● Eating food
● Drinking coffee
● Going to school
● Doing his homework at school
● Going back home from school
● Reading books
● Going to work
● Working
● Doing homework during his break
● Going home again
● Working out
● Help

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Family

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||

David Bunker - Father - Doctor - Noel's closest thing to a friend right now. Although, that isn't saying much.
May Bunker - Mother - "What was she like? Was she nice? I bet she was... I miss her... did she love me? T-then why did she leave?"
Leon - Noel's old imaginary friend.

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||

Bordering on the outskirts of the town, Noel and his father live in the house directly south of the Hotel. Towering trees scattered all around the house have served as an ominous hiding place for a great number of Noel's imaginary monsters, but the woods also provide kindling and logs for the fireplace he loves to read near so much. Within their home there are no pictures of his family to be found anywhere, and all of the rooms feel a bit barren, mainly due to furniture being kept down to the essentials and nothing more. It is almost eerily quiet majority of the time, but despite some of its undesirable features Noel is happy to call it home.

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History

|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Noel barely remembers his mother, but he believes he knows a few things about her... primarily that she would've helped with his loneliness. If it isn't obvious, her departure has had a lasting effect on him, as well as his father. Growing up with no friends, reaching for comfort through family felt like the thing to do, but Noel found no comfort through his dad. He was always rather cold towards him, almost as if he felt ashamed or something, and his coldness only intensified when Noel asked about his mother. All of the loneliness eventually birthed Leon, an imaginary friend that he could depend on, for he'd never reject him! Leon was an exact duplicate of the one person who hasn't rejected him so far, himself. They played together throughout the forest and read books together and did just about everything together. Eventually though, Leon disappeared leaving Noel all alone. Around the same time, the nightmares started happening. Sleep brought on the dreams, so Noel had trouble sleeping for a while until the frequency of the nightmares calmed down. The boy picked up a job at the Gas Station the moment he turned 18 and has worked there ever since, being the model employee. He's happy with the job, minimum wage, being doorkeeper of the gas station bathroom, in addition to getting to practice interacting with people is pretty sweet in his eyes.

|| THEME SONG ||

Goner - Twenty One Pilots
_{"Though I’m weak and beaten down,
I’ll slip away into this sound,
The ghost of you is close to me,
I’m inside-out, you're underneath."}

|| NIGHTMARE ||

Two faces, but one head. One lifeless, and the one that's alive won't shut up. Two tangling elongated torsos, and for every contorted limb, a dangling lifeless duplicate. Sickly grey hide barely holds together the bundle of skin 'n' bones, comparable to gift wrap over a human skeleton. Long raven hair rests upon its cadaverous back. Among all of its vaguely asian features, black eyes are perhaps the most relatable thing about it, with either its murderous or playful intent being expressed through them. Possessing weak eyesight, the creature relies on echolocation and its other senses.

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Other than maybe changing the song, here's mah CS

The Tales of Winding

@Mokley

Ayyy thanks.

How are all of you?

The Tales of Winding

Getting really bored really quickly, Anzo's eyes were instantly attracted to the freshly appeared cat as she stole some cheese from the sandwich left for Nich, and the irony of a rodent owning a pet cat made him smirk, on top of the fact that she was so cuuttteeee; merely not petting the cat felt wrong. Something so kawaii deserved to be spoiled. The urge to give this cat everything, especially all of the pieces of cheese from all of his sandwiches, almost overcame him, but the dung beetle narrowly managed to restrain himself.

Just outside the villager's daily routine briefly caught his attention, but the fire brigade's rush made him pay attention a bit longer. As bells, shouts, and whistles got farther and farther away, Anzo's fear for the citizens of his beloved village deepened. The watchmaker has disappeared, a part of his village is burning, and he was just standing there doing nothing like he always does. Miss Agatha bursted into Nich's Niche Needs with news of what it is that was burning: the shrine.

The sound of Nich bringing down his net in an attempt to capture the cat brought Anzo back to reality. Huh. Unfortunately adorableness didn't stop the cat from wrecking the shop. Cat now darting around knocking things over, the guard grabbed as many gadgets as he could before they hit the floor, attempting to limit the damage as much as possible. Eventually the little furry imp flew into a mirror and seemingly disappeared, causing Anzo to gape with a "Did that really just happen?" written all over his face. Upon further inspection he noticed a difference between reality and its reflection. In the mirror, a cat sits on a windowsill eating what remained of the sandwich. In reality, there's no cat or sandwich to be found.

Anzo didn't believe in anything mystical and usually only believed in the things he sees, but the big bug was just in a state of shock. How can a cat hop into a mirror as if it were some kind of other world?

"Nevermind Nich, I'll come for the telescope later. There's, uh, more urgent matters I need to deal with. Come on Deino." Winding isn't alright. Something was up and Anzo needed to find out what before more shit happens. All of these events must be connected in someway, but right now a building was burning and the fire brigade may need some help.

While the beetle usually doesn't, Anzo extended his wings before flying to the shrine. Hopefully everyone would be okay.

The Tales of Winding

@Mokley

Loving the map. Sorry for sorta disappearing 'n' all, I intend on writing up a post tomorrow after i snooze.

Also, what does the fire brigade use to put out fires? Like magic o water buckets or?

The Tales of Winding

Also waiting on the father's response to finding out about his shrine being on fire. I feel like if I write something up rn it'd simply be Anzo acknowledging the existence of da cat and running out the door.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

@Doc Doctor

B0ss pls give me something i can make Coy react to, preferably the other ski-mask wearer, so I dont just make a driving post.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Nostradamus

Nostradamus followed his gas-mask wearing acquaintance to the rearguard while sporting a concealed smile, for he had faith in him, even if the boy didn't sound certain about his own ability. They would all need to trust and believe in their allies, now more than ever. After Dark Wraith's appearance, Strawberry Baby caused a reaction among his allies that the plague doctor couldn't help but laugh at. While Drauni took refuge from her possible wrath behind him, muffled giggles made their way out of the medic's mask. Sadly, most of the joking eventually came to a conclusion as Moon started to talk battle plans, and Nos listened. He'd be commanding a squad and about fifteen men with Regality. Guerilla tactics. They will destroy the Sanctuary; he will destroy the Sanctuary. It was time for glory. As Moon put it, it was time to make history.

Nos hoorah'd with the rest prior to hopping onto the armored vehicle with Regality. A slight pang of jealousy hit him for a second, and he knew why. Now given the opportunity to lead, to play an important role beyond plain ol' medic, Nostradamus wanted to leave a bigger mark. He lusted after the same praise as Moon, Regality, and other heroes have received, and he could get it now.

COLORS

@Grey
...yes

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

Whatever epic hype music he was trying to kazoo, it ceased, and Nobody deflated similarly. The assassin seemed legitimately hurt by Miles' words, stooping over in the chair and looking down. He just wanted to hype him and his partner up. "...!"
Reinflating, the man propped himself up with renewed confidence and took a cheap looking mp3 out of his coat before plugging it into the van. Looking back at Miles, his fingers made contact with the volume knob, and he cranked that shit to life.

A couple seconds afterwards Maja's report of a ski-mask wearing man came in, and the first thing Coy wanted to do was help her and go against Miles' command. How could she take fire and not be in a serious situation? He may have a job butchering people, but he wasn't soulless. If one of his own team died it'd be on him, but all of the reasoning the assassin had was really irrelevant. Maja could take care of herself. It was the person she was defending herself from...
"A male figure, clad in dark clothing, ski mask, wielding a lever action hunting rifle"

Only one.

Placing his not completely empty hands on the wheel, Nobody stomped on the gas. He knew the way to the construction site, and he knew how to kill another ski-mask wearing gunslinger. Somewhat fittingly, the music changed to his favorite song.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

@Stekkmen

Don't worry ya didn't fam