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[i]The observer looked out of the Window and smiled. outside a mist was settling steadly on the Town. today would be the day that The observer started his crusade to kill the slenderman. Today would be the day that he would start the crusade to make the world will burn and people will scream his name in agony. Today will be the day when he will get what he needed most... A simple item. A Canister of a Experimental Gas Stimuli. It was somewhere in this town. And he was going to find it... [/i]

This is a creepypasta based roleplay and You can roleplay as a creepypasta Character or an SCP That either was visiting the town on a hunt (random drifting) Chance Or escaping from the nearby facilty. or as a Human a slightly squishy human but humans an't always defenseless....
 
[hider=Character sheet]
Name
Age
Skills/powers (don't be overly op)
Biography 
Personalitly (can be hidden until the roleplay begins)
Theme song (optional)
Other [/hider]

This is a character drivin roleplay. but it does have a over arching plot.

[Hider=Read this or else]
Rules.
1. No godmode
2. Respect the other roleplayers
3. be consitent with your characters 
4. Keep it pg -13 otherwise fade to black
5. Don't overuse gore for the sake of gore
6. Write [i]Zalgo. He comes.[/i] on your character sheet to show you've read the rules.
7. GM's word is final. but stuff can still be debated
8. Have fun. [/hider]

[hider=The Power levels]
[i]Everything falls within a rank of how powerful they are. but even then the levels are just a basic guideline... and not always accurate. - The observer.[/i]

Level 6 Ancient. U̷̧̮̼̥̰͖̟̹̫̹̬̦ͪ̎̎̉ͥ͑̑͂ͮ̾ͪ̓́Ņ͉̞͔̣ͯ̋ͦ͗̈̌͐ͮ̚͜K̴̶̷̭̤̹̪̩̫̱̲̯̠ͮ̃̌ͦ̽̾̂ͬ͛ͥ͑̎̾̍͊͢͞N̸̸̲̹̰͖̞͕̻̗̝̙̥͈̥̮͎̥͔͎ͦ́͋̎͜ͅǪ͓͎̖͉̪̬̣̭̠̬͕̳̝͈̗̪̯̫̒ͤ̆ͨ̎ͩ̂ͣͩ̒͐ͨͧ̀͞W̷̸̯̭͉͓̙̜̬͎̪̥̺̹̮̣̠ͨ͋̉̃͑̽̂̀̿̾̈́̆͋̋̔̕͠ͅN̟̰͎͎̗̳̻̼̩͎͕̖͚̼͎ͭ͛̐̿̔͗͌͆ͨ͒̂̓̊̀͗̔͂̊́͝ ̗̺̻̯̗̖͖͖̻͈͎̭͍̜̣̰̠̾̑̉͌̋ͭ̾ͪͤ̇͟͜͞U̷̡̢̦͍̗̲̺̳͕͕͍̤̝̹̯͉̱̭̰͉͛ͦ͌ͦͪ̓̊͋̇̈̆͜͢N̷͕̜̰̞̟͖̻͍͕͇̟͍̥͆̓̈́̂̈́͊́͡ͅK̸̡͎͚̫̫̩̼̜̬̪͔̘̣̟̰͗͗͗̈́̾͐͋̐͒̋̄͛̃̅͊̀͞ͅͅN̂̏̈̎̉̏̈̈́̈ͦͥ̏͐ͥͮ͗ͯ̀͏̵̹͕̺̹̹̞̗̜̤̞̣͘O̡ͧͦ͒͟҉҉̭͕̥̼͇̖̬̳̗̬̭̲̩̭͇̼̦W͑ͬͮ͒̃͑͗͋͏̧͖̤̞̥̲̖̀͘N̩̙̖̘̞͉͉̯̠͈̼̰̣͚̠̉ͯ͊̋̓͆̅̃́͢ ͕̺̯̜̩̰̭͈̩̦̍͊̀̏̈̈́̋̑ͨ͆̍̀ͮ̆ͥͨ͑̔̕͞Uͨ̂͂ͫ̓̍̎̚҉͇̬̪̮͍͖̣̠͡͠N̨̡̳̙̭̫̘͖̜̝̜͇̟̭̭̬͇̱͓ͯ͊̉ͯͤ̑̄ͯ͞͡ͅĶ̨̺͔̩̬̩̠̠̦̺͈̎̾͑́͆̈́ͨ̔̐̒̎ͩ͂͡Ņ̵͛͋ͦ͐̓̒ͦͯ͑͗͊ͯ͌ͪ͊ͥ͐҉̻̝̭͖̤̜̗̖̬̬̭̰̫͎̝͝O̵̧͉͎͉̻̊͂̆ͫ͗ͮͣͬ́ͤ̀͌̊̈̀͟͡W̸͇̖̙̱̯͕̰͖̉ͪ̒̓͊͐̚N̐ͫͧ̂̀ͮ͑̃҉̪͙̹͇̰̰͉͎̱̖͍̬͢ ̗͔̜̗̹͍̺̙̫̬̪͈̤̟̘̳ͦ̾͑͌͊ͩ̃ͤ̐͂̓͆̾͂̈́̓͊ͮ͢Ư͇͉̮͕̹͉̰͇̖̬̦̤͈̞̱̼ͤ͂ͫ͐ͭ͑ͯ̅͊̈́͂̄̌̊͋͘N͛ͮ̿ͨ̓ͨ͆͟҉̩̹͖͔̬̱̠͕̯̩̦̗̥̮͎Ķ͕͚̘̤͖̠̰̰͙̱͙̜ͯ̃͌̒̔͘͢͞N̛ͭ͛̂ͫ́͘͡͏̘̪̰̞̟͎̦̗̣͉̹̼̯͘O͗͗̂͛̐̔͌̏͗͌̚͝҉̛̼̟̣̬̹̭̣̫͖̦̣͇̲̳ͅW̧̛̥̲͎͍̩̗̫̳̊̾̏̌̽ͥ̏̓̿ͦ͢͠ͅN̴̜͇̱̲̖̖̥̄͒̓̉́ 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Level; 5 Alpha [i]Alphas Are by all affairs Dominate Alpha Predators Virtually always when they set their eyes for a kill They get it. and are generally the only ones capable of Ensuring dominance over the weaker beings. Such so other beings fear them.[/i]

Level 4 Lesser Alpha [i]Lesser alphas have multiple ability Either psychical and Supernatural but what sets them apart from the supernatural is the scope of their powers. and how many they have killed...[/i]

level 3 Supernatural [i]Oh look now we are getting into the people i can actually talk to without being disgusted. Supernatural are entity's with ability that extend beyond psychical Like teleportation and Subliminal suggestive. and telekinesis.[/i]

level 2 Enchanced [i]Ugh the The enhanced humans with extra Physical capability in return for most of their sanity Hard to kill without injury. but in the long run. they are easier to kill then the higher levels but have a aptitude for surviving like rates.[/i]

level 1 Human. [i] Squishy beings arn't they even the stronger ones are easier to kill then most enhanced, ugh they are worse then rats.[/i]
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Accepted Characters
Level 6-

level 5-
[hider=The observer]
[i] I havmy character sheet's....

n the world... and it disgusts me. The only beauty it has is that its perfect fuel for a fire... [/i]

Name The Observer but other alias's include Him. The all seeing eye. Historian and Watcher.

Age N/A (most people have only seen glimpse's of him. only to forget drawing his image on paper does not invoke the memory's upon viewing.)

Skills/powers Other then short term teleportation. (doesn't work through walls but can work through gaps) his main abilty which is by far his most defining one. Is the power to be forgotten.

in short he do- "stop charak you don't know what your getting into. Ive planned this for so long and i don't need you coming in here And fucking it all up so be a good little Rat and Go back to writing your memoirs " Fine ill stop... The observers power works by that as soon as you break the line of sight *Sound of a scuffle for the microphone glass smashing* He *Cough's* is Forgotten instantly from your memory including all conversations you held with him. until you next lay eyes of him It stops him being followed. *Ggrk*
"You didn't hear any of this..." *audible click as microphone switchs off* - Last Recording made by Charak Lazarus 19XX - 2009

(this even works with recordings off his voice You will forget the recording until you play it again. his voice can only be recorded and played once before the tape rejects it. Physical ability wise hes weaker then most enhanced but has been shown capable of using weapons with a varying degree of skill). 

Biography "The observer has been Seen Periodical points through history senses the anglo-saxon era he has been shown to manipulate the events slightly but not to much so that one could pick it apart to figure out somebody changed it. But neither the less The Observer has been burning any books that reveal a shred of his past. Oh fuck ive said to much." *sound of a gunshot*

Personality Although his personality has been known to change during times of physical violence. His flat line personality is one of uninteresting. he sees lesser beings as disgraceful trash that never should of been and when faced with beings of higher power he has been known to exhibit a fear response if the specimen exhibits any form of aggression towards him. Basically he runs 

Theme song [youtube]6BScrjGIGic[/youtube]

Other, 5. [/hider]

The outsider (the post below this one)

[hider=fenrir]
Apperance Human form [img]http://i.imgur.com/WFWa5.png[/img]

True form [img]http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125002812/vsbattles/images/7/78/Fenrir.jpg[/img]

Name Fenrir

Age N/A 

Skills/powers "ugh you think you know me. Fuck no. You have no right to say my name like i am your equal when in reality. your just way to clingy Just cause i can reverse the effects of that bastard doesn't mean i will help you Charak" I can pay you with his location. he will be at the Nessie Street Parade at 7:30 tomorrow evening to meet a cilent? now please let me remember "Fine i will restore your memory's of the observer But if you come near me again You are dead you hear me DEAD" Charak Lazarus's 2nd to last recording. 
(he can restore lost memorys)
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"Holy Shit What the hell Call in reinforcements This guy an't human Hes hes something else We can't contain him Hes burning down our men and is advancing towards my position What do i do" *the phone line crackles* "Sir Command has decided to abort. their will not be a evac." *sound of fist slamming* "You gotta get theses men out it will be a slaughter we can't fight something like this." *Command hangs up* "They have abandoned us Sons of bitchs We are all going to fucking die. Mum dad... I love you." *Massive crash as the microphone hits the wall and breaks*. - Lazarus projects first attempt at containment of Fenrir for studies in 201X
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Fenrir has the ability to Emit a Aura that causes those within a 500m radius to enter a blood-lust. It doesn't affect those without a mind such as psychopaths or the insane. The blood-lust comes with the temporary increase in strength and speed but with a the cost of attack anything living within sight he also has enhanced Speed Strength and Hearing. but also has a massive appetite.which if not sustain with a fuel source causes him to weaken. and eventually die. but as long as he is sustained he is a force to be feared. 

Biography Mortals must rely on the wisdom of the Gods, but never forget they are fallible. They can be petty, churlish, and worst of all, wrong. What are the consequences for their mistakes? They should have slain the wolf-beast Fenrir, but they chose instead to bind him. Despite the warnings and prophecies he would tear Odin apart at Ragnorok and devour the earth and sky, they did not end Loki's son. Now, terror roams free. It is unknown how, but Fenrir is Unbound.
Thrice they tried to bind him, each time convincing Fenrir that the chains were nothing more than a challenge for his strength, a test to see if he could shatter them. The first two God-forged fetters were easily broken beneath the beast’s terrible power, but the third was a ribbon, dwarf made, and Fenrir grew suspicious of the God’s intentions. As a show of faith, he demanded one of them place a hand in his mouth, and if the ribbon proved magical in nature, he would exact punishment. Brave, if foolish, Tyr put his fist in Fenrir’s maw as the ribbon was secured to the wolf’s leg. Fenrir strained and screamed, but could not break free, and in rage, he devoured Tyr’s hand. For a time, Fenrir was forgotten, the prophecy just a memory. But they were all warned and the Gods did nothing. Fenrir is hungry now, the first hunter, an alpha among sheep, but no flesh will satisfy his need. It is revenge he craves, and now he is Unbound.
 
Personality: He is by all accounts A very violent individual Quick to Ripping your throat out if you so as look at him the wrong way. He hates a certain man and will callously slaughter those that have had business with him He rarely makes any emotional attachment to anyone due to his Ancient betrayal. he has so far only trusted one man enough to not kill him without reason. Charak Lazarus. The founder of the Lazarus project... he also thinks highly of himself as such he treats everyone as a lesser being. Except one person One man who he hates. hates more then any other. He Despises the Historian...

Theme song [youtube]xXDC89tZ4IQ[/youtube]

Other level 5[/hider]

level 4-
[hider=Discount elsa](Her appearance is in one of the links.)

Name
She tilts her head to the side before a blue glow appears showing her names. 'Heiðrún, Duša, Urðr, Annbjørg...I have forgotten my original name, so please refer to me as Alice.' The blue writing seems so well done that it looks like feathers.

Age
Question marks appear as she starts to count, before 'A long time.' replaces the question marks.

Skills/powers
She blinks, before what can be described as a blue box full of words appear. 'I have a large knowledge of the Old Norse language, seeing as some of my names are from there. I know extensively about runes, both old and new. Newer ones tend to fade a lot, sadly. Anyway, every epoch or so, I can choose to either go back, return to the 'spirit world' or stay at the current time zone. An epoch, for those who don't know,is tens of millions of years. So I chose to stay last time and I'll be here for a while. Saying this, I'm not 'invincible'. I can still fade, or rather die, and I still age. 

I am however immune to things like disease while in my true appearance. My human form can still be affected. My true appearance is not affected by physical objects, only mental ones. My human form can be subjected to both. I can communicate with beings who have died or have died once and risen again in both forms although it depends on whoever is present while I speak. I find it easier to do so in my true form.

I have some control over weather such as rain, snow, sleet and ice. This depends more so on my mood. If I feel cold and distant, ice. If I feel sorrow, rain. The more I feel the mood, the more heavy the weather gets. It only changes it around me, however. I couldn't direct it to rain on a specific area, it only follows me. I bet you're wondering if I have a physical weapon. I have two, technically. Arcane runes and also two chakrams. Ah, are you tired of listening to me? I'm sorry, I'll stop now.'

Biography
She frowns. 'I don't know what I am, but I remember being here one time. When I first arrived where we are now, some elders said it was the spirit world that I had been from. Of course I doubted that, but now I'm not so sure...'

Personality
'Personality? Some say the eyes are the window to the soul. Mine are empty. Does that mean my personality is empty, too? A cold, barren wasteland, full of misery and pain? Or perhaps full of a dark, empty world that no one can describe, but everyone can clearly see...' She slouches in posture and 'says' nothing more.

Theme song
'I wonder if anyone remembers me...Or are they now ashes? Another pile of bones to be forgotten or to be blown away.'

Other
'Zalgo. He comes...' appears in the same blue glow, but it shifts like static. It's soon replaced with 'Who is Zalgo, exactly? Another entity?'. She seems very interested about him. 'I can speak, by the way, it's just that I prefer this option of communication.' An echo resounds in your head, although it feels like it's around the room, 'I hate to use this, however. It gives many others mild headaches and paranoia.' It doesn't feel like she has one voice, but a blend of them, all speaking at once.[/hider]

level 3-
 [hider=Shards]Age: ?? appears to be 16 but her real age is unknown.
Skills/powers: Collecting souls in half hearts that are strung on a necklace that she is never seen without. 
Biography: He looked at the officers and shuddered at the thought of the stange lady he had met just hours earlier. " Heres what happened..." he looked at the officers and didn't start at the beginning but from where he remembers waking up. " Lady let me go!!" " My friends... They faded away." She moved her fingers in a twitching manner, never stoping the motion. " I caught their souls though, i didn't let those fade away... You can watch their eyes for the clue on when to catch the soul..." She said her black eyes staring into mine almost forcing me to stay and hear her tale. " Ive seen the souls drain from many... Their eyes loosing the life." She stayed where she was her wandering hands making their way to her necklace with I had just noticed was not even full of charms, so many charms. Her fingers danced along them like they were the people, I think would they represented. " then right before all their soul is lost you catch it in a jar and leave it their for about five minutes... for it to collect into a new soul harboring object... i call them Shards." I stared in horror as she takes out a small jar inside was a charm in the shape of a half heart like the ones on her necklace. A smile appears on her face as she looks at you. "So... do you want to play?" I don't remember what happened after words but she was gone and i was un tied. This was the last account of Shards being seen.
Personality (can be hidden until the roleplay begins): Psychotic, Creepy, Overall strange. 
Theme song (optional): If anyone else knows a creepy song. 
Other: If she finds someone close to death she will Take their souls.[/hider]

[hider=Vincent fox]
Name: Vincent Fox

Gender: Male

Alias: Glitch

Powers: Glitch can manipulate technology, and video games in particular. Glitch has wandered for a while and he has gathered allot of other gaming spirits into a modified Nintendo Gameboy.

Bio: Glitch was a normal kid, but his parents thought him to avid a gamer. His parents were supper religions and the games offended them. They locked him in the basement to stop him, but one day he was able to sneak a Gameboy past them. They found him with it and beat him nearly to death, then left him to die and bricked up the place but not until after they dumped all his games and his computer all down their. He somehow survived, or maybe he came back from death, but in any case fed on rats. He was able to set all the games and electronics up eventually and he eventually learned about his ability to manipulate the games. Eventually he was let out, where it turned out he seemed to be the same age.

Appearance: Glitch has white hair with streaks of onyx black, and his eyes have grown read. His canines have grown razer sharp and he cant eat anything but raw meat.

Personality: He is neurotic and he doesn't understand social situations at all...

Theme Song: Game Over-Falling In Reverse[/hider]

[hider= Stensia Wulfric] 

[img]http://i952.photobucket.com/albums/ae2/Emillyette/normal_anime_guy_2.jpg[/img]

[b]Physical description[/b]: Light hazel hair, lightly tanned skin, hazel eyes, perfect teeth, skin starts cracking slightly after long exposure to sunlight, usually wears black or white clothes, always carries around a large, black umbrella.

[b]Name[/b]: Stensia Wulfric

[b]Age[/b]: 214, looks 18

[b]Skills/powers[/b]: 1. Limited, emotion-based telepathy. Can feel the emotions exhibited by those in close vicinity to him and can induce emotions with various degrees of intensity within them. He cannot read thoughts per se, nor force certain actions, but the emotions themselves often push his victims into assuming different behaviours (for example, bombarding someone watching the landscape from a balcony with depressive thoughts may cause him to jump over the edge). Wulfric is weaker against those who are aware of their emotions being meddled with and against those who are somehow... broken (for example, Wulfric can't just infuse a psycho out to get him with feelings of guilt until they stop on their tracks, albeit that would work on a normal man).

2. He is also a skilled swordsman, trained in ancient vampiric modes of combat. He hides his blade sheathed in the black, long umbrella that he carries around.

3. Finally, as a vampire, he heals rapidly either while in complete darkness or while feeding.

[b]Biography[/b]: Wulfric was born in the Stensia Bloodhalls, during Victorian times, during the decadence of the vampiric houses. Stensian vampires were special, in that they were able to feed off death without having to be murderers themselves - a reason for which they survived so long into the Enlightenment Era. Unlike other vampires, they did not have sharp teeth and did not drink blood. Instead, they fed off the rich with desperation emotions of the dying - specially the violently dying. Traitors, rapists, pyromaniacs, murderers, pirates, most were executed gruesomely, within the halls that Wulfric grew up in as a boy. While he was still small, he had not yet accepted the darker aspects of life, and, thus, as he was participating in an execution, wished for nothing other than the convict suffering as little as possible. And it worked. One by one, the prisoners died calmer and more serene than before. Alarmed as to what had been happening, the other vampires discovered Wulfric's hidden ability as a Blur - one that could not only sense and feed off others' emotions, but cause them in the first place. Wulfric was given a choice: stop meddling with the executions, or become exiled. Then only 25 years old, young and idealistic, he chose exile. But now, after two centuries in the cold, dark, unforgiving real world of death and sorrow, Wulfric had to face up with the harsh truth: not everyone is worth saving, and not every life is inherently valuable.

[b]Personality[/b]: Despite his long life and many murders, Wulfric still retains some of his idealistic nature, and the power to stay his hand. Also, he is not primarily motivated by his necessity as a vampire to keep killing, but merely, by a deep hatred for the criminals and emotionless he is slaying. He is, however, rather arrogant, viewing most humans as inferior, and doesn't hesitate to use his powers for mundane needs (for example, enveloping a taxi driver in thick waves of confusion so he forgets to ask for money for the ride). Emotionally sophisticated humans, however, like artists, pique Wulfric's interest.

Theme song: Carmina Burana - O Fortuna[/hider]

[hider=Mr bones]
Name: Mr. Bones
Age: 125
Skills/powers: Can make a hella amusement park ride. Being undead.
Biography: The man named Mr. Bones was born in Denver Colorado in the year 1889, the son of a Alice Bynes and Benjamin Bynes. His life was in a sense, fairly un-noteworthy, helping his parents tend to the local small theater they ran, often hosting small circus groups for the bemusement of poorer families. Theater ownership wasn't necessarily kind to the younger Bynes and he lives largely in poverty.

If there was one gift he had though, it was in his creative prowess in making odd or amusing contraptions. Though often little more than side-show affairs or the trivial interest of toddlers he was persistent in their construction, building them as more elaborate baubles as he got older. His skills were so much he ended up designing a play-park for neighborhood kids.

The young Bynes was restless as a young man. And the skill set he possessed was considerably niche, forcing him into a life of poverty and hard booze. Bynes traveled the nation, little more than a snake oil salesman of intricate, if otherwise useless devices.

In 1908 though, he was discovered by a engineer who had moved to Denver to work on the futuristic Lakeside Amusement Park. Captivated by his work, he hired the young man on as an apprentice and brought him into the company designing and building the large park of future enjoyment. It was his place to shine.

Even drunk on liquor he was known for the rapid pace of his construction, and the elaborate nature of his rides. The company being impressed utilized his plans, paying a substantial reward for his hard work.

Over the next few years he began to live comfortably once again designing carnival rides and attractions for the budding industry of amusement parks. He bragged that millions rode his rides alone, simply out of blind adoration for the looping thrills and spills. He was proud about it, and loud. Until tragedy struck.

In the summer of 1913 during the First World War one of his rides broke, violently. He was not present to witness it, but when he read it in the papers after his heart sank with sorrow and rage. But how could it break? He was sure it was safe! It had ran faithfully for years!

He suspected sabotage, and went out to condemn the parties he thought responsible. They however got to his bosses first, and in short time he was fired to cover up for their own shortfalls. This move struck Bynes hard, and his world flushed back into darkness. The bottle came back. And in 1914 as the war drew to a close he drew his life to an end. Putting a bullet in his head during May of that year.

His soul was however restless. And Hell hath no room for entities that the devil would find amusing. Being cast not into even Purgatory, or allowed in Heaven, Bynes was forced to wander the living world alone. Consumed by his own misery and consuming revenge.

Well by this point, Bynes exit and a legend begins.

The mystics and superstitious around carnivals and amusement parks tell of a tall top-hated specter that haunts near the rides that soon come doomed to failure. He comes as a gangly old man, skin white as paper and pulled gaunt over his ethereal bones as he lurks the parks by night, or in the shadows by day. He comes like a specter from the Wild Hunt. An omen of certain demise.

But in an age of cynicism his presence is rarely headed. Or even noticed at all. Though some still speak. Some might even worship the one they call the enigmatic Mr. Bones. He who shall build a wild ride.
Personality: Proud, arrogant, vengeful, boastful, black humor
Theme song: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2rwxs1gH9w&feature=youtube]Unofficially given to him[/url]
Other: [img]http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110503143833/villains/images/f/fa/Crypt-keeper.jpg[/img] [/hider]

level 2-
[hider=Jeffery woods "Jeff the killer"]
[img]https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSF9Pit8QMKBSGJc0-HiBj0g7e7kkxPQeILG8cF-RysNPeWl4DfOg[/img]
Name: Jeff the Killer
Age: 17
Skills/powers: faster and stronger than an ordinary human his age
Biography: [url=http://www.creepypasta.com/jeff-the-killer/]Jeff's bio[/url]
Personalitly: Jeff is a sadistic killer with little regard to other people depending on who it is. If he were to encounter a normal person he would either stalk and kill them or ruthlessly attack them. He doesn't like to kill other creepypastas unless attacked first. There are a few exceptions as he and Jane fight whenever they meet each other and Zalgo is a major enemy.
Theme song: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJDAgMVzNto]Killem All by King 810[/url] Jeff's goal in life
Other: ... Smile.jpg [/hider]

[hider=Simon (Scissors)]
[img]http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7d/83/dd/7d83ddf6b88b97d5b8c825c917101bef.jpg[/img]
Name: Simon ( Scissors ) 
Age: 18
Skills/powers: Sharp reflexes, incredible speed and fast recovery 
Biography: "I'm just your average psychopath." 
Personality: Mentally insane
Theme song (optional)
Other: "I love your eyes" -Scissor's catch phrase before he murders or cuts his prey's eyes out.[/hider]

[Hider=Clocky "Clockwork"] 
[img]http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/289/c/a/creepypasta_clockwork_by_delucat-d6qo17e.jpg[/img] 
Name: Clockwork; Clocky; Natalie Ouellette
Age: 17
Skills/powers: Stealthy, quick, flexible, agile, silent, not as strong as most creepypastas who are just humans with enhancements but she makes up fro it with her speed and stealth and the element of surprise.
Biography: Click me!
Personalitly: TBR
Theme song:[youtube]NB-0uK8S1ZQ[/youtube]
Other: Zalgo, he comes/[/hider]

Level 1-

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