OP
▪ Name ▪
Richard F. Phipps
▪ Nicknames/Pseudonym ▪
before outbreak: "Ink" (Pen Name)
after outbreak: "Rick"
after outbreak: "Rick"
▪ Gender ▪
Male
▪ Age ▪
32
▪ Appearance ▪
- Facial: Rather handsome looking. He has a scar on his right eye (got it when he was trying to kill a struggling woman by suffocation), and he told people that he got it during a hunt.
Height: 6’2” (189.0cm)
Weight: 176.0 lb (79.8kg)
Physique: Tall, lean and mascular. His body is well tanned from the days he went swimming.
▪ Ethnicity ▪
Italian American
▪ Birth State ▪
Clifton, New Jersey, US
▪ Living Location (before outbreak) ▪
He lived with his parents in Clifton, New Jersey before his parents decided to migrate back to Italy upon retirement. He then moved into his current apartment in Brooklyn, New York.
▪ Family members ▪
Father (retired university professor in criminology), mother (retired nurse)
▪ Roles (before outbreak)▪
Online Mystery Writer (freelance)
Psychopath Serial Killer "The Womanizer"
Psychopath Serial Killer "The Womanizer"
▪ Starting Fortune ▪
ten dollar bill and a mechanical watch with the name "Rick" carved behind it
▪ Personality Type (MBTI Test) ▪
Before Amnesia: Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judging, Assertive (ISTJ-A)
After Amnesia: Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, Perceiving, Turbulent (ISFP-T)
After Amnesia: Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, Perceiving, Turbulent (ISFP-T)
▪ Strengths ▪
physically strong, a handyman and has a broad knowledge on firearms
▪ Weaknesses ▪
On contrary to most psychopaths, Richard was not a good talker. He knew that he would stammer with words if he were to engage in lengthy arguments. That is why he kept himself away from group conversations and always delivered his messages short. He was not a good liar either, luckily often times it was the women who initiated the conversation.
After outbreak: Richard fractured his lower left leg and needed time for recovery. He also suffered a series of amnesia as a result of the shopping mall incident.
After outbreak: Richard fractured his lower left leg and needed time for recovery. He also suffered a series of amnesia as a result of the shopping mall incident.
▪ Fears ▪
Before outbreak: Almost fearless, Richard was a logical emotionless monster. He thought that deaths would eventually occur to everyone and there was nothing to be fear about.
After outbreak: He feared that he would no longer remember who he was... little did he know that he would live in a greater fear if he found out about the person he used to be.
After outbreak: He feared that he would no longer remember who he was... little did he know that he would live in a greater fear if he found out about the person he used to be.
▪ Background ▪
Before Outbreak:
Growing up in a rather literate family, Richard easily finished his university first class as an English major. He took a job as a part-time high school teacher but quitted months later as he found out that he was not that fond of social interactions. He started writing online and earned himself a living.
Secretly, Richard was a psychopath serial killer. He never knew why he did it. It just grew on him. As a rather handsome looking man, women would try to hook him up whenever he went to nightclubs or bars to drink. He never liked the attention. He thought that they were pretentious and fake. As a result, he always lured his victims to a motel and killed them.
As an online mystery writer, Richard had a great knowledge in crimes, firearms, and police procedures. This is what helped him to commit the perfect crimes. He knew at least a hundred of ways to dispose evidence and keep a low profile. he had a lot of connections with criminal groups and also law enforcers to help him with his story ideas. This was how he met his close friend Rick Lincoln.
Richard was a quiet man and preferred his time alone. He lived independently in an apartment in Brooklyn and had few actual friends. During his free time, he would workout at the gym or have a swim in his apartment pool. Other times, he would go to the local shooting range to practice on targets or even hunt in the wild. He has a shotgun license and a hunting license. He believed that a healthy body leads to a healthy mind, which would aid him in his mystery writing. Richard also liked to go to the local cafe and spend his time reading novels and online stories. He enjoyed the atmosphere of a quiet place with the smell of caffeine. Richard cooked well and had some basic knowledge in fixing things. He lived well on his own.
During Outbreak:
Richard’s close friend, Rick Lincoln was an NYPD police officer of the 28th Precinct Division in Brooklyn. He was suspicious of his friend’s recent activities and after a month of private investigation, He found out concrete evidences that Richard was the murderer behind a series of brutal killings of young women. He lured Richard out to the local shopping mall and confronted him. They had a big fight within the shopping mall when Rick attempted to take Rick into custody after Rick refused to submit himself.
Just then, a truck swarmed with undead swirled into the shopping mall crashing into columns of walls, causing the mall to collapse. Debris dropped on the floor, overloading the latter and causing it to collapse as well. Along with hundreds other shoppers, Richard and Rick fell through the ground onto the parking lot. Rick was killed immediately by a large falling ceiling debris, while Richard fell unconscious, with his left leg stuck under a fallen piece of concrete.
After Outbreak:
He woke up in the car park several hours later. He could not remember anything, including who he was. There was nothing but a ten dollar bill in his pocket, but he realized that there was something in his left hand. It was a mechanical watch with the name "Rick" carved behind it.
Growing up in a rather literate family, Richard easily finished his university first class as an English major. He took a job as a part-time high school teacher but quitted months later as he found out that he was not that fond of social interactions. He started writing online and earned himself a living.
Secretly, Richard was a psychopath serial killer. He never knew why he did it. It just grew on him. As a rather handsome looking man, women would try to hook him up whenever he went to nightclubs or bars to drink. He never liked the attention. He thought that they were pretentious and fake. As a result, he always lured his victims to a motel and killed them.
As an online mystery writer, Richard had a great knowledge in crimes, firearms, and police procedures. This is what helped him to commit the perfect crimes. He knew at least a hundred of ways to dispose evidence and keep a low profile. he had a lot of connections with criminal groups and also law enforcers to help him with his story ideas. This was how he met his close friend Rick Lincoln.
Richard was a quiet man and preferred his time alone. He lived independently in an apartment in Brooklyn and had few actual friends. During his free time, he would workout at the gym or have a swim in his apartment pool. Other times, he would go to the local shooting range to practice on targets or even hunt in the wild. He has a shotgun license and a hunting license. He believed that a healthy body leads to a healthy mind, which would aid him in his mystery writing. Richard also liked to go to the local cafe and spend his time reading novels and online stories. He enjoyed the atmosphere of a quiet place with the smell of caffeine. Richard cooked well and had some basic knowledge in fixing things. He lived well on his own.
During Outbreak:
Richard’s close friend, Rick Lincoln was an NYPD police officer of the 28th Precinct Division in Brooklyn. He was suspicious of his friend’s recent activities and after a month of private investigation, He found out concrete evidences that Richard was the murderer behind a series of brutal killings of young women. He lured Richard out to the local shopping mall and confronted him. They had a big fight within the shopping mall when Rick attempted to take Rick into custody after Rick refused to submit himself.
Just then, a truck swarmed with undead swirled into the shopping mall crashing into columns of walls, causing the mall to collapse. Debris dropped on the floor, overloading the latter and causing it to collapse as well. Along with hundreds other shoppers, Richard and Rick fell through the ground onto the parking lot. Rick was killed immediately by a large falling ceiling debris, while Richard fell unconscious, with his left leg stuck under a fallen piece of concrete.
After Outbreak:
He woke up in the car park several hours later. He could not remember anything, including who he was. There was nothing but a ten dollar bill in his pocket, but he realized that there was something in his left hand. It was a mechanical watch with the name "Rick" carved behind it.
▪ Name ▪
"M-my name isss An-gie."
▪ Gender ▪
"I have long hair... so I am a girl."
▪ Age ▪
"Mommy says I will be *shows four fingers* this much age next month!" (grins)
▪ Appearance ▪
"Me pretty~!"
▪ Birth State ▪
"I liveee in Nud York, why are you asking?" (innocent face)
▪ Family Members ▪
"I have a moommy~ and a daaaddy~ and a sistaaah~ Do you know where they are now?"
▪ Role ▪
"you know, mommy would walk me to school everyday."
▪ Starting Fortune ▪
▪ Strengths ▪
"Daddy says I am very strong. I can show youu.." *tries to pick up rock*
▪ Weaknesses ▪
"Me no weakness! Me stronk!"
▪ Fears ▪
"Where is you mommy? daaddy?! Why is it so dark here?" *Sobs*
▪ Background ▪
Her parents were caught in the outbreak on their way back home and died instantly having a terrible car crash. She was having a nap in her room upstairs when undead flooded into her house. Unfortunately her sister was in the living room and could not escape her deadly fate.
▪ Name ▪
Rocky
▪ Gender ▪
Male
▪ Age ▪
10 (an old dog)
▪ Appearance ▪
Shepherd dog
▪ Birth State ▪
New York
▪ Family Members ▪
Owner - Rick Lincoln
▪ Role ▪
retired police dog
▪ Starting Fortune ▪
a collar tagged with name "Rocky"
▪ Strengths ▪
Extremely well trained general purpose police dog. High obedience on humans it trusts.
▪ Weaknesses ▪
Even a dog can be affected by its age. Reaction speed has gotten slower, and its stamina is not as good as it used to be.
▪ Fears ▪
visual height intolerance
▪ Background ▪
After years of service under the police force, Rocky retired with honor and was under its operator Rick's care. Rocky was having a stroll within the neighborhood led by a part time dog walker (Rick was on police duty) when the outbreak occurred.
Swarm of zombies took on the dog walker within seconds and devoured her. Rocky was frightened and confused by the sudden turn of events and escaped back to its owner's house. It would soon realize that it was no longer safe to go home.
Swarm of zombies took on the dog walker within seconds and devoured her. Rocky was frightened and confused by the sudden turn of events and escaped back to its owner's house. It would soon realize that it was no longer safe to go home.
Holed-up Location: Angie's house, Brooklyn, New York, US.
Location Condition: House clean and well barricaded with wooden planks. Water and electricity out. Getting cold.
Group Members Condition:
| Physical Health | Mental Health | |
|---|---|---|
| "Rick"(Richard) | Fractured left leg recovering | Amnesia still active, minor headache |
| Angie | Healthy | Paranoid, easily scared, and tearful |
| Rocky | Healthy | Healthy |
Starting Supplies (a couple months after, before first IC post):
- Food: canned food from shopping mall [3 days]
Water: bottled mineral waters [1 week], beer [1 month] from shopping mall
Medical Supplies: simple first aid kit [incomplete]
Weapons: household graded weapons (kitchen knives, garage tools, sport bat, etc..) [unused]
Clothing: Men's wear left by Angie's father [enough to last winter], Angie's clothes [the girl's growing fast]
Transport: Bicycle [punctured tires]
Valuables: 2565$ cash found in house [rich], a handful of jewelries by Angie’s mom [rich]
Others: A collection of household items and furniture [clean and unbroken]
OP
Name: Christina Doyle
Age: 19
Class: Noble (Based off Antiquarian/)
| MAX HP: 17+3 | DODGE: 10 | PROT: 0% |
| ACC MOD: +0 | CRIT: 2.5% | DMG: 3-5 |
| Stun: 20%-2% | Blight: 20%-2% | Disease: 20%-2% |
| Death Blow: 67%+20% | Move: 20%-2% | Bleed: 20%-2% |
| Debuff: 20%-2% | Trap: 10%-2% |
*Because of her masochistic nature, she has a less resistance to any sort of torture; with a higher HP and resistance in death blow
Custom Class Abilities
1) Nervous Poke (General attack) Pokes the enemy with a paper knife...  DMG Modifier: +0% Accuracy: 90 Crit Mod: +0% | 2) Panic throw (AOE) Starts throwing anything she can find in all directions...  DMG Modifier: -100% Accuracy: 95 Crit Mod: +0% AOE Effect: Bypass/Remove Stealth, -5 ACC (100% base) |
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3) Shit Self Tries to take cover while uncontrollably shits her own pants.  Target: Self Self Effect: +10 Dodge AOE Effect: Blight(100% base) 1pt/rd for 3 rds, -20% Blight Resist (100% base) | 4) Help me I'm pretty... Ask for help from allies  Target: Ally Self Effect: +5 Dodge, +20% PROT Target Effect: forced to guard ally |
Positive Quirks
Noble's Touch: Born rich, she has an eye for valuables (+50% chance to find loots)
Negative Quirks:
Masochist: Uncontrollably self inflict pain while being tortured
(50% chance to damage self (100% DMG) when debuffed)
Coward: Paralyzed and shit self if all party members' HP goes under 30%
Personality:
She is a coward, yet a masochist. She wants to inflict pain to herself for pleasure, but she is afraid of violence. That is why she joined the party. Slightly shy but often cheerful.
History
She doesn't like people asking her about her noble background.
"It is not exciting to know about", she said.
Equipment
:
paper knife
cosmetics
OP
Name/Alias: What her name is depends on whose identity she steals, but legend calls her "The Stitcher".
Species: Raised corpse by White Wyrm's power
Faction: Depends on the identity she assumes. No faction right now.
Biography:
As White Wyrm's power released across the Savage West, an anonymous skeleton awoke as she found herself buried deep under snow. Terrified, she crawled instinctively out of ground, in an attempt to gasp for air. It was only then she realized the horrible truth that she was dead and no longer who she used to be... but who was she? She remembered no more. As she ran her skeleton fingers across her face, she felt despair. She screeched loudly and hatefully as she discovered how ugly she now looked, and she knew that she needed to find a new body, a beautiful one.
Her desperation for a new shell soon became a massacre, as she started capturing and skinning every single traveler she came across, in search of an attractive skin. She was never satisfied with the skins she obtained, as they were always flawed and at times ripped after her brutal ways of killing. They tended to rot quickly as well.
Sneaking into a village , she decided to murder the local alchemist and started experimenting on ways to preserve her new skins. Her skills improved exponentially over time, as she was now able to preserve skins for a month's time before they started to rot and smell. Though rumors began to spread within the small village, as cases of disappearance became too frequent. The narcissistic skeleton left the village in search for a new habitat - along with her new nickname "The Stitcher".
Personality: narcissistic, cold-blooded (literally), dissociative identity disorder (personality shifts according to the skin it occupies)
Melee/Projectile Weapons: She can wield and use simple weapons depending on the identity she stole, but just an act and nothing too skillful.
Skills/Abilities:
1. Disguise
Able to blend in the human society easily as long as she occupies a skin. She has the ability to imitate behaviors like habits and voices of her victim through the muscle memories left within the skin.
2. Human Anatomy, Preservation Techniques, Simple Potion Alchemy and Specialty in Paralyzing Poison
Due to her continuous experiments on human corpses, she has obtained a great deal of anatomical knowledge and how to preserve them. She also learnt to paralyze her targets for a specific period of time, to keep them alive long enough so that the meat is "fresh".
3. High resistance to cold
Being raised by White Wrym from within the snow, she is highly resistant to cold.
4. Immune to poison/illness/diseases (unless it's about the bones)
She can drink almost any poison and survives the day. Normal human weaknesses will not apply to her.
Weaknesses:
1. Low resistance to fire
Her occupied skin would melt to show her true self, and with a high temperature (a temperature that would kill normal human) her bones would too, thus killing her.
2. Unable to heal naturally
She could replace her skin if it is damaged, but any damage to her bones would leave a permanent mark; unless she gets help from witches or necromancers to repair them.
Species: Raised corpse by White Wyrm's power
Faction: Depends on the identity she assumes. No faction right now.
Biography:
As White Wyrm's power released across the Savage West, an anonymous skeleton awoke as she found herself buried deep under snow. Terrified, she crawled instinctively out of ground, in an attempt to gasp for air. It was only then she realized the horrible truth that she was dead and no longer who she used to be... but who was she? She remembered no more. As she ran her skeleton fingers across her face, she felt despair. She screeched loudly and hatefully as she discovered how ugly she now looked, and she knew that she needed to find a new body, a beautiful one.
Her desperation for a new shell soon became a massacre, as she started capturing and skinning every single traveler she came across, in search of an attractive skin. She was never satisfied with the skins she obtained, as they were always flawed and at times ripped after her brutal ways of killing. They tended to rot quickly as well.
Sneaking into a village , she decided to murder the local alchemist and started experimenting on ways to preserve her new skins. Her skills improved exponentially over time, as she was now able to preserve skins for a month's time before they started to rot and smell. Though rumors began to spread within the small village, as cases of disappearance became too frequent. The narcissistic skeleton left the village in search for a new habitat - along with her new nickname "The Stitcher".
Personality: narcissistic, cold-blooded (literally), dissociative identity disorder (personality shifts according to the skin it occupies)
Melee/Projectile Weapons: She can wield and use simple weapons depending on the identity she stole, but just an act and nothing too skillful.
Skills/Abilities:
1. Disguise
Able to blend in the human society easily as long as she occupies a skin. She has the ability to imitate behaviors like habits and voices of her victim through the muscle memories left within the skin.
2. Human Anatomy, Preservation Techniques, Simple Potion Alchemy and Specialty in Paralyzing Poison
Due to her continuous experiments on human corpses, she has obtained a great deal of anatomical knowledge and how to preserve them. She also learnt to paralyze her targets for a specific period of time, to keep them alive long enough so that the meat is "fresh".
3. High resistance to cold
Being raised by White Wrym from within the snow, she is highly resistant to cold.
4. Immune to poison/illness/diseases (unless it's about the bones)
She can drink almost any poison and survives the day. Normal human weaknesses will not apply to her.
Weaknesses:
1. Low resistance to fire
Her occupied skin would melt to show her true self, and with a high temperature (a temperature that would kill normal human) her bones would too, thus killing her.
2. Unable to heal naturally
She could replace her skin if it is damaged, but any damage to her bones would leave a permanent mark; unless she gets help from witches or necromancers to repair them.
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A thin lady, with skin smooth as ice and pale as snow, sat alone beside the saloon's window. Seemingly oblivious to the commotion within the saloon, she supported her head on her right hand as she let her eyes wandered dreamily out of the window glass, following the motion of each passerby. Dressed in a raven black evening gown that accentuated her curves, with a matching lacy handkerchief folded beautifully on her lap, the charming lady formed a stark contrast to the provocative flirtatious girl a table distance away from her. | |
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 | On top of the lady's table was a stemmed glass filled with Blood Cocktail, a women's favorite beverage of the saloon. Occasionally, she would grip and swirl her drink briefly with her delicate fingertips, coating it with aroma before bringing the cocktail glass towards her soft lips for an elegant sip. She appeared to enjoy the atmosphere. |
OP
The Stitcher
I'll finally get to kill her today! Kimberly McCoy thought feverishly as she walked towards the mansion's master bedroom; her hands clenched tightly on a silver tray, carrying a bowl of warm water and a piece of clean cloth, a razor-sharp blade sheathed underneath the cloth. Moonlight seeped through the windows onto the young lady's pale pretty face as her footsteps echoed through the mansion hallway. The night seemed ominously quiet.
Mansion owner Lady McCoy always summoned Kimberly on wee hours like this to help clean her feet. She had a bell pull connected directly to Kimberly's living quarters that she would use to wake the poor girl up whenever she wanted during the night. She was never kind to the girl since the day Kimberly was adopted into the family; and things got worse last month when Lady McCoy's husband Joseph McCoy passed away after an unexpected heart failure. The lady would always force her into doing taxing labor, and punished her harshly on trivial mistakes.
Kimberly's first thought was to escape the mansion, away from Abilene or even Kansas to start a new life. But she immediately knew that it was naive, as the McCoy family owned the majority of livestock business and a number of institutions from hotels to banks within Kansas. They even had close secret connections with the government. Kimberly overheard a conversation once between a government officer and her now deceased foster father, asking for monetary investment from the McCoy family on the construction of the Kansas Pacific Railway across Savage West. There would be almost nowhere to hide from the control freak Lady McCoy within Kansas now, as she inherited all the power, wealth, and social connections from her dead husband.
I've only got one shot at this; butler Malfoy will be back from his day off by dawn. Should I kill him too if he sees me? She shivered. Calm down Kimberly, don't screw up. Everything will be fine as long as I follow the plan... Scheming, she took a deep breath and knocked two times on the mistress's bedroom door. "...mother, may I come in?" No reply. Seconds later, she heard the key turning and the door unlocked. Her cue to enter.
"I've brought what you requested," Kimberly stepped into the room and surveyed the environment carefully. The master bedroom was at least four times larger than her room downstairs. The thick bedroom walls were made of high quality limestone and the hardwood floor was Brazilian Walnut. A proud looking woman was sitting silently on a medieval-styled canopy king size bed, waiting. Lady McCoy. Kimberly walked across the room and placed the tray on the seating area's coffee table as she planned her next move. Stab her in the heart, remove the tray, lock the bedroom door from inside, leave the key in the keyhole, escape from the windows. It will look like a suicide. The room's only light source - a chandelier hanging from the middle of the bedroom ceiling - cast shadow on the girl's malicious face, as she picked up the bowl and the cloth concealing the blade and approached the mistress. She will never see it coming, she laughed malignantly and stabbed her.
Lady McCoy fell onto the bed as blood spread and stained the bed sheets. There was hardly a struggle. I...I did it! Kimberly stared at the body for a minute, and burst into a series of hysterical laughter, as she realized how fast and simple it was to take someone's life. She felt powerful... and thrilled. No, no time to lose Kimberly. I need to clean up this mess before sunrise.
She reached for the body and searched for the bedroom key, but a hand grabbed hers. It was Lady McCoy's. Kimberly was shocked as she stared into the lady's now wide-opened eyes, glaring back at her emotionlessly. W-what is she? Why is she still alive?!! Terrified, she struggled to release herself from the monster's grip, but it was much stronger than she thought. Without warning, the woman extracted a syringe from beneath her nightgown and injected it into Kimberly's arm. Kimberly blacked out.
Kimberly McCoy, the McCoy family's only living daughter went missing for a few days before Lady McCoy got so depressed that she hanged herself. The loyal butler Drake Malfoy carried out the mistress's dying wish as he successfully located the missing McCoy's heir within one of Abeline's inn. With the help of the butler, Kimberly now inherited everything from the McCoy family and became the most powerful woman within Abeline. She then decided to head towards Wichita to fulfill a business trip prearranged by Lady McCoy with the local sheriff before her tragic suicide.
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A thin lady, with skin smooth as ice and pale as snow, sat alone beside the saloon's window. Seemingly oblivious to the commotion within the saloon, she supported her head on her right hand as she let her eyes wandered dreamily out of the window glass, following the motion of each passerby. Dressed in a raven black evening gown that accentuated her curves, with a matching lacy handkerchief folded beautifully on her lap, the charming lady formed a stark contrast to the provocative flirtatious girl a table distance away from her. | |
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| On top of the lady's table was a stemmed glass filled with Blood Cocktail, a women's favorite beverage of the saloon. Occasionally, she would grip and swirl her drink briefly with her delicate fingertips, coating it with aroma before bringing the cocktail glass towards her soft lips for an elegant sip. She appeared to enjoy the atmosphere. |
"..."
The firing of an arrow.
The thud of a body.
Silent Saloon.
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Almost immediately, weapons were drawn as tension was raised, the whole saloon got on their feet; everyone started calculating their next action. The lady watched, not the tearful killer but the woman's body. "Her personality's cheap and her outfit's distasteful; but her skin..." She stood up slowly and licked her lips... the taste of sin. |  |
I'll finally get to kill her today! Kimberly McCoy thought feverishly as she walked towards the mansion's master bedroom; her hands clenched tightly on a silver tray, carrying a bowl of warm water and a piece of clean cloth, a razor-sharp blade sheathed underneath the cloth. Moonlight seeped through the windows onto the young lady's pale pretty face as her footsteps echoed through the mansion hallway. The night seemed ominously quiet.
Mansion owner Lady McCoy always summoned Kimberly on wee hours like this to help clean her feet. She had a bell pull connected directly to Kimberly's living quarters that she would use to wake the poor girl up whenever she wanted during the night. She was never kind to the girl since the day Kimberly was adopted into the family; and things got worse last month when Lady McCoy's husband Joseph McCoy passed away after an unexpected heart failure. The lady would always force her into doing taxing labor, and punished her harshly on trivial mistakes.
Kimberly's first thought was to escape the mansion, away from Abilene or even Kansas to start a new life. But she immediately knew that it was naive, as the McCoy family owned the majority of livestock business and a number of institutions from hotels to banks within Kansas. They even had close secret connections with the government. Kimberly overheard a conversation once between a government officer and her now deceased foster father, asking for monetary investment from the McCoy family on the construction of the Kansas Pacific Railway across Savage West. There would be almost nowhere to hide from the control freak Lady McCoy within Kansas now, as she inherited all the power, wealth, and social connections from her dead husband.
I've only got one shot at this; butler Malfoy will be back from his day off by dawn. Should I kill him too if he sees me? She shivered. Calm down Kimberly, don't screw up. Everything will be fine as long as I follow the plan... Scheming, she took a deep breath and knocked two times on the mistress's bedroom door. "...mother, may I come in?" No reply. Seconds later, she heard the key turning and the door unlocked. Her cue to enter.
"I've brought what you requested," Kimberly stepped into the room and surveyed the environment carefully. The master bedroom was at least four times larger than her room downstairs. The thick bedroom walls were made of high quality limestone and the hardwood floor was Brazilian Walnut. A proud looking woman was sitting silently on a medieval-styled canopy king size bed, waiting. Lady McCoy. Kimberly walked across the room and placed the tray on the seating area's coffee table as she planned her next move. Stab her in the heart, remove the tray, lock the bedroom door from inside, leave the key in the keyhole, escape from the windows. It will look like a suicide. The room's only light source - a chandelier hanging from the middle of the bedroom ceiling - cast shadow on the girl's malicious face, as she picked up the bowl and the cloth concealing the blade and approached the mistress. She will never see it coming, she laughed malignantly and stabbed her.
Lady McCoy fell onto the bed as blood spread and stained the bed sheets. There was hardly a struggle. I...I did it! Kimberly stared at the body for a minute, and burst into a series of hysterical laughter, as she realized how fast and simple it was to take someone's life. She felt powerful... and thrilled. No, no time to lose Kimberly. I need to clean up this mess before sunrise.
She reached for the body and searched for the bedroom key, but a hand grabbed hers. It was Lady McCoy's. Kimberly was shocked as she stared into the lady's now wide-opened eyes, glaring back at her emotionlessly. W-what is she? Why is she still alive?!! Terrified, she struggled to release herself from the monster's grip, but it was much stronger than she thought. Without warning, the woman extracted a syringe from beneath her nightgown and injected it into Kimberly's arm. Kimberly blacked out.
... ... ...
Kimberly McCoy, the McCoy family's only living daughter went missing for a few days before Lady McCoy got so depressed that she hanged herself. The loyal butler Drake Malfoy carried out the mistress's dying wish as he successfully located the missing McCoy's heir within one of Abeline's inn. With the help of the butler, Kimberly now inherited everything from the McCoy family and became the most powerful woman within Abeline. She then decided to head towards Wichita to fulfill a business trip prearranged by Lady McCoy with the local sheriff before her tragic suicide.
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| March 5, 2005 | Angie's house, Brooklyn, NY |
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Angie
"Bang,bang,bang,"What was that sound?
Angie opened her eyes, startled. She found herself laying sideways on her bed, staring at her bedroom door.
Someone, or something, was out there. Don't open it...
Where is daddy and mommy? She wondered, as she looked around her room. It was pitch dark. Don't open it...
The banging stopped for a second, then the sound of heavy breathing and wood scratching.
W-who's there? she sat up, hugging her koala plushie with her as she stood up timidly facing the door. Don't open it...
Where is the light? W-why is it so dark here? she sobbed, braving herself to step towards the door.
Sis, i-is that you? This is NOT funny ~ I'll tell daddy about it... Don't open it...
The noise stopped as she arrived at the door. W-who is this? I'll open it now...
Tiptoeing, she tried to reach for the door knob~ Don't open it..."Bang!"The door responded with a loud slam,
and she woke up.
Sunlight shone over the opened window, caressing Angie's chubby cheek as she woke up from her nightmare, sweating hard. She sat up and listened carefully. Noises of morning wind brushing through tree leaves, the sizzling sound of Rick's cooking downstairs. There was no signs of undead. Another bad dream~
Angie left her koala toy on her bed as she changed into the long sleeve T-Shirt and denim pants Rick prepared her the night before. She looked around. Her bedroom looked exactly the same like how it was when her parents were still around. Purple walls with a lilac carpet flooring. A single bed right beside the window and a reach-in closet that was big enough for Angie to hide in.
A couple of months had passed since the initial outbreak, Angie's parents never got back from their work and her sister was dead. She shivered slightly, as the four year-old recalled vividly how scared she was being left all alone in the dark before Rick and Rocky found her. It's okay now silly, she comforted herself. She was now living together with the two of them.
Rick
In the kitchen, Rick was cooking with a gas stove. They had scavenged a box of gas canisters from the neighborhood two weeks ago. He had to gather firewood to start a fire whenever they needed to cook back then; and last winter was really tough, as they almost died starving.
He knew that Angie had woken up as he heard footsteps running down the stairs. Just seconds later, a tiny head popped out peeking from behind the door. "Good morning ~!" she giggled and ran in cheerfully hugging on Rick. "What's for breakfast today?" she asked, smiling as the girl looked at him.
"Spaghetti with mushrooms and ham," the man replied, smiling back gently. Rick had been stuck with Angie for months now, knewing that she was a burden as she could not do anything herself and he had to protect her every now and then from the undead. The kid was often positive, but at times when things got tough she would break into tears easily; and Rick needed to find ways to comfort her. He could have left her alone where he found her, but he also knew that she could never have survived a day out there on her own. He liked the kid.
Rocky
Rocky came in from the living room, wiggling its tail as the aroma of food reached the dog's sensitive nose. "Good doggy ~" Angie patted Rocky's head as she helped Rick put its food on the floor. Rick had cooked a separate serving of spaghetti for Rocky without the sauce. Together, the trio enjoyed their brunch together before starting another day out in the dangerous post-apocalyptic world.
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Name: Devil's Taste
Species: Sea Cucumber (Holothuria pardalis)
Appearance: It has a soft and cylindrical shape, with white thorns protruding from its rough pink skin.
Origin: Inshore region surrounding No Names City.
Ecology: Inhabits the sea between the shoreline and the edge of the continental shelf. Often seen attached to human or animal corpses.
Feeding: Saprophytic. Feeds on bloated human corpses as they decompose within the sea. It grows into the human body as the Devil's Taste consumes its host's nutrients.
Reproduction: Capable of both sexual and asexual reproduction. It secretes sweet serum when the sea cucumber is matured enough to reproduce. Animals and humans are attracted to the scent, and are often tempted to consume it. Using a trick similar to the parasite toxoplasma gondii (link), the ingested sea cucumber will cause the victim to release a slightly sweet scent, influencing other living organisms to turn aggressive and prey on its host. When the host is dead, the Devil's Taste will release thousands of spores attaching them onto the inner skin of the corpse. Each spore will grow into a new Devil's Taste, as they eat their way out of their victim.
Folklore: It is rumored that people can predict their own deaths by consuming the Devil's Taste - a bad taste indicates survival while a good one indicates upcoming death. However, in reality it was only the working of the sea cucumber's peculiar mating mechanism. In fact, there are cases when people ate a disgusting Devil's Taste only to be killed right after.
Commercial: Fishermen in the City of No Names are known to harvest the Devil's Tastes on a monthly basis and sell them to the local market or inns. Prices (as of 2017) can range from 435 to 1000 Euro per kilogram.
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Name: Christina Young (real name: Agent 584)
Age: 19
Nationality: the United States (secretly from the Chinese Empire)
Ethnicity: Russian
Appearance: Silky blonde hair with crystal blue eyes.
Occupation: Fashion Designer (Spy from Chinese Empire to infiltrate the upper-class world in the United States)
Place of Residence: Living alone in a penthouse apartment on top of a 60-stories tall apartment complex.
Fortune: A personal designer studio with a few employees.
Cybernetics:
Self-designed bioluminescent tattoo for aesthetic purposes.
Augmented reality contact lens allowing her to design things anywhere anytime she wants.
Also allow her to access espionage instructions from the Chinese Empire and
hack into any information systems within her line of sight.
Pet:
Espresso, a male genetically engineered cyborg dog. Christina designed it to be steampunk style.
It has a chimney on its back that emits fumes with a pleasant smell of coffee aroma.
Background:
Born as an orphan in what was Russia in the Chinese Empire, the girl was sent to a spy institute and brought up as a secret agent for the government. Instead of a real name, she was given the code name Agent 584 like any other orphaned kids there. Together with the others, Agent 584 underwent extremely cruel and inhumane trainings on how to be a perfect spy. She struggled greatly in her tests in physical endurance, but was able to make up for it with her speed and dexterity. Agent 584 excelled within the class in her intelligence and espionage skills. She became the third best agent in her class when she graduated from the institute at the age of 16.
Agent 584 was immediately briefed and deployed to the United States for her first espionage mission. They forged her a new identity as Christina Young, a 16 year-old United States girl with her parents killed in a terrible hyperloop accident. With her clever sweet talking skills, she was easily adopted into a rich Doyle family, and was then sent to a famous polytechnic university in Cañon City to learn about fashion design. The girl graduated two years later first class in her course and started her career as a fashion designer.
Christina was a really creative girl and had good intuition in art. She made good use of progammable fibrous robots and began organizing dynamic runways that were very innovative within the fashion industry. It quickly became viral and Christina gained the spotlight of the fashion world. With some financial support from her foster parents, she started running a fashion design studio in the Cañon City and immediately received a number of clients from big clothing companies. While running her own business, Christina did not lose focus on her actual spy mission. She started attending fashion events and was able to meet and make social connections with the upper-class society. From time to time, she was able to extract information crucial to the Chinese Empire in advancing its military operations. Agent 584 proved to be a useful asset to the Chinese government.
Relationships:
Doyle family
Members: Mabel Wayne (Grandmother), Charles Doyle (Father), Emily Watson (Mother), Bryan Doyle (Older Brother)
Running its own alcoholic beverage business (Doyle's Alcoholics) and owning 33% share of the hyperloop company, the Doyle's family is one of the wealthiest in Cañon City. Having the desire to have a daughter (and party out of guilt for Christina's parents' hyperloop tragedy), Charles and Emily decided to adopt the orphaned girl into the family. They treated and loved her well, just like their own child.
Bryan, Christina's new foster brother was an architect. He had a crush with her since the first time he set his eyes on the girl. He was soon conflicted with dilemmas of whether to make his move on Christina, as it would seemed to be an incest although they were not actually related by blood. Bryan treated Christina very well and was willing to spoil her in anyways he could.
Not everyone in the family welcomes Christina in open arms; Mabel Wayne, Christina's foster grandmother judged her with suspicions. She was skeptical of Christina's real origin and the story she told the family about how her parents died in the hyperloop tragedy. She treated the girl with a cold shoulder.
Studio employees
Members: Emma Clarke(secretary cum treasurer), David Reynold(main designer cum fibrous robots programmer), Martin Wesley(main designer cum events overseer), several others part-time designers
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Name: Doctor Ludendorff
Age: 35
Number of Confirmed Kills: 24
Personality: bad-tempered, lone wolf, cold-blooded
Backstory: Born in a well-educated family in German, Ludendorff followed his mother's footsteps and finished his PhD in medicinal chemistry at the age of 25. He then moved to the US and became a physician. Ludendorff had always been fascinated about the work of poison within the human body. As he became too obsessed with toxicology, the physician was soon suspended indefinitely from his drug practices for crossing the line when he administered his patients with unauthorized drugs (actually poison), almost killing them in the process of his "little experiments". He wanted to continue his research in poison but the society seemed to find his ways a bit too unconventional and immoral. This was why he decided to become an assassin, as he could always test his newly created poisons on his targets without much restriction; since the dead never complains anyway.
Weapon: A variety of poison
Vehicle: N/A
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Full name: Erwald Nemesis
Nickname: "mom"
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Role: Support
Height: Tall
Weight: Average
Hair Color and Style: Messy black hair
Other appearance trait(s): Wears spectacles. Slender, delicate-looking fingers.
Personality: Calm, Gentle, Sensitive, Caring
Skills and abilities:
| HP Heal | HP Regenerate | Status Buff |
| Cure Debuff | Support | Light Damage |
| Build | Program/Command | Repair/Debug |
| Detect Weakness | Hack/Hijack | Bug/Virus |
 cook your homemade dishes |  sew your ripped clothes |  nurse you when you are sick |
 do all the cleaning |  remind you to pee before battle |  spank your butt for being naughty |
History:
Quest for Phoenix Down
Born in a church and showered with blessing of the god of light, Erwald was gifted with the magic of light and healing. He was then tasked to heal people from their physical sufferings. Erwald got really upset after seeing people dying in front of him, as he did not have the ability to save people from serious injuries or sicknesses. At the age of 21, he decided to leave the church and go on a journey in search for the legendary skill/item to revive the dead.
Father's Inheritance
When the boy was not in church, he would spend his time in his father's (a mechanic) workshop, learning about building and fixing machines. He was really obsessed with how much he could do with simple programmed robots and would spend day and night just to perfect his creations.
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Name
Rachel Anderson
Age | Birthday
23 | October 2nd
Gender
Female
Nicknames
Her family and friends usually address her by Rachel, but colleagues like to make fun of her by calling her the Monkeygirl, as she is often seen climbing up and down all over the place like a monkey while she's doing her job (possibly due to her short skinny physique, or she just doesn't care about her own public image while she does her job). Sometimes people also call her names like the Nosy Chick, but it is mainly because of her job as a journalist that she needs to constantly dig into people's background and occasionally invades their privacy.
Body Physique
Being short and petite, Rachel is often teased by her friends and co-workers of her disadvantaged height; she doesn't mind it though, as she sees it as nice conversation starters and people are more likely to offer to help her with physical tasks. Her skin is smooth and slightly sun-kissed from all the waiting under the sun for her boring news assignment routines. Rachel has always wanted to visit the gym to improve her body build, but she never had the time because of her busy job and complicated love life.
Personal Style
She likes to wear anything that has the words "Vintage" and "Retro" tagged with it. It is currently the start of Autumn, and Rachel is usually seen wearing a reddish brown leather trench coat along with her favorite vintage flat cabbie. She also wears a pair of fingerless gloves that matches her coat for better grip of her motorbike's handlebars.
Education
Rachel is a rather clever girl when it comes to studying. She was always top in every subjects and was even able to skip a few grades when she was in her secondary school. Albeit being labelled by the teachers as having a bright future in her academics, Rachel eventually decided to pursue her own dreams. She finished her undergraduate degree on Media and Communication Studies in University of Texas at Austin and immediately applied for her dream job at the Beacon News. The 21 year-old girl was very delighted when she received the job notice letter a week after the interview.
Occupation
Her job title says reporter of Beacon News, but all she did was odd office jobs and errands for the bullying seniors other than writing assignments and columns. Being almost bored to death, Rachel was really elated when her editor told her about the new job vacancy as an investigative journalist. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, the girl quickly grabbed the assignment without second thought, feeling over the moon as she finally could do her dream job.
Relationship Status
Complicated is the simplest word that can be used to describe Rachel's love life. The Beacon News discourages employees to develop office love interest as the management sees it as a big hindrance to the company's daily operations, but the rebellious girl had long since started an underground relationship with Charles Nemesis, a business columnist of the news company. The relationship turned out to be a bitter memory to the couple, as they always had to undercover their way to a date. Rachel decided to call it a stop when she saw the relationship difficult and unfruitful; Charles agreed that they needed some time off from each other. Now Rachel is focusing all her attention on her newly assigned task, and she has no intention in looking for any new relationships at the moment.
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"I don't fucking care."
Theme:The Inventor (Her Job), Atlantis (Her Dream), Before my Body is Dry (Her Personality)
B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N
Full Name: Rebecca Sapphire
Nickname: She usually introduces herself as Sapphire, and she doesn't mind those who know her enough to address her by her first name Rebecca. Though her good old grandpa (foster) Dale used to call her Becky; now she gets irritated easily if someone addresses her by that nickname since Dale's death.
Date of Birth: Born in year 1901. As an orphan, she has no idea about her exact date of birth. She is now 20 years old (as of 1921).
Place of Birth: On a human trafficking aethership somewhere across the Irish Sea.
Gender: Female
Race, Ethnicity: most possibly Irish
Eye Color: Light Emerald Green
Height: 5'8" (slightly tall as a woman)
Weight: 145lbs (average)
Nickname: She usually introduces herself as Sapphire, and she doesn't mind those who know her enough to address her by her first name Rebecca. Though her good old grandpa (foster) Dale used to call her Becky; now she gets irritated easily if someone addresses her by that nickname since Dale's death.
Date of Birth: Born in year 1901. As an orphan, she has no idea about her exact date of birth. She is now 20 years old (as of 1921).
Place of Birth: On a human trafficking aethership somewhere across the Irish Sea.
Gender: Female
Race, Ethnicity: most possibly Irish
Eye Color: Light Emerald Green
Height: 5'8" (slightly tall as a woman)
Weight: 145lbs (average)
D E T A I L E D I N F O R M A T I O N
Titles: An absolute nobody. Does not even have the citizenship of any country.
Appearance: A lean, tall girl with smooth white skin and wavy ginger hair. Always keeps a ponytail to prevent her hair from interfering with her mechanical work. She has a few long ugly whip scars on her back.
Personal Style: She does not care about her attire as long as it does not get in her way when she works. Skirts and dresses are a big no no.
Appearance: A lean, tall girl with smooth white skin and wavy ginger hair. Always keeps a ponytail to prevent her hair from interfering with her mechanical work. She has a few long ugly whip scars on her back.
Personal Style: She does not care about her attire as long as it does not get in her way when she works. Skirts and dresses are a big no no.
O C C U P A T I O N A L A N D F I G H T I N G A B I L I T I E S
Past Occupation: Slave girl
Current Occupation: The Mechanic
Equipment:
Notable Talents/Abilities: delicate steady finger. physically strong, brute force. knowledgeable in mechanical repairs. strong endurance. long runner. the tank. brawler.
Reasons why they are a crew member aboard this vessel: Do not write this part yet.
Current Occupation: The Mechanic
Equipment:
- Mechanic handy tools passed down from Dale
- Enigmatic Atlantis book
- etc.
Notable Talents/Abilities: delicate steady finger. physically strong, brute force. knowledgeable in mechanical repairs. strong endurance. long runner. the tank. brawler.
Reasons why they are a crew member aboard this vessel: Do not write this part yet.
P E R S O N A L
Hobbies/Pastimes: does not really have pastime. sit in the engineroom, try to decipher the story of atlantis (and daydream about it). wonder how it is like. does not smoke, dislikes smoke.
Talents/Skills: What are they good at which hasn't already been mentioned?
Talents/Skills: What are they good at which hasn't already been mentioned?
P E R S O N A L I T Y
really crude with words. bold. willing to take risks. sensitive and loyal to friends. strong on the outside and weak from the inside. fear of a friend's death. Can't bear to feel the lost of someone significant anymore.
B I O G R A P H Y
Slavery
"Oh no, they are coming..."
"Quick! Hide her~!"
They hid her, hid her rather well for almost a year. It was a miracle, a miracle that no one had ever noticed; a miracle that the woman would still survive after such severe injuries, and gave birth to a child nine months after. She screeched with extreme pain when the time came. The night was quiet and the sea was calm. They had to stuff her mouth with everything they could get their hands on to keep her from alerting the guards. There was no medical instruments or anesthetics to ease her sufferings. The moment the child was delivered, the mother had left the world. That was how Rebecca, our story character was born.
Rebecca never knew who her mom was, not even a single name. Even when she asked Dale, all he could do was described how she looked like, "pretty emerald eyes, ginger hair just like yours," which was barely informational. Rebecca's mom was a victim of the human trafficking activity of the Irish-Italian mobsters within Ireland. Along with hundred other females, they were caught and jailed within a small cabin of a pirate aethership before being transported to the red light districts in the United States. At least half of them never stayed alive long enough to see the light of the day, as life was brutal as hell within the ship's cubbyhole.
The cabin was a filthy place reeked of blood, pee, feaces, semen... and even ripped body parts. It was a mental torture just to live in such a hellhole. On a daily basis, the women were raped, tortured and forced into despicable things countless of times just to satisfy the pirates' gruesome and distasteful entertainment. Most went insane; others died... To them, suicide was the easiest way to go. Rebecca's mom however, never succumbed to despair.
They said she was the most stubborn girl in the hellhole; when she realized that she was pregnant, the other women
mom Rebecca died giving birth. Dale sneaked the girl out.
damn irish-italian mobsters
escape from the aestership
mechanic learning from Dale
hardwork and grow
Revenge
Atlantis - The Lost City of Utopia
search for atlantis
"Oh no, they are coming..."
"Quick! Hide her~!"
They hid her, hid her rather well for almost a year. It was a miracle, a miracle that no one had ever noticed; a miracle that the woman would still survive after such severe injuries, and gave birth to a child nine months after. She screeched with extreme pain when the time came. The night was quiet and the sea was calm. They had to stuff her mouth with everything they could get their hands on to keep her from alerting the guards. There was no medical instruments or anesthetics to ease her sufferings. The moment the child was delivered, the mother had left the world. That was how Rebecca, our story character was born.
Rebecca never knew who her mom was, not even a single name. Even when she asked Dale, all he could do was described how she looked like, "pretty emerald eyes, ginger hair just like yours," which was barely informational. Rebecca's mom was a victim of the human trafficking activity of the Irish-Italian mobsters within Ireland. Along with hundred other females, they were caught and jailed within a small cabin of a pirate aethership before being transported to the red light districts in the United States. At least half of them never stayed alive long enough to see the light of the day, as life was brutal as hell within the ship's cubbyhole.
The cabin was a filthy place reeked of blood, pee, feaces, semen... and even ripped body parts. It was a mental torture just to live in such a hellhole. On a daily basis, the women were raped, tortured and forced into despicable things countless of times just to satisfy the pirates' gruesome and distasteful entertainment. Most went insane; others died... To them, suicide was the easiest way to go. Rebecca's mom however, never succumbed to despair.
They said she was the most stubborn girl in the hellhole; when she realized that she was pregnant, the other women
mom Rebecca died giving birth. Dale sneaked the girl out.
damn irish-italian mobsters
escape from the aestership
mechanic learning from Dale
hardwork and grow
Revenge
Atlantis - The Lost City of Utopia
search for atlantis
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