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”Good evenin’, everyone. My name is...”
Bernard White.
”I’ve been around a while…”
55 years.
”I’m surely past my prime…”
185lbs / 6’1” when standing straight.
”And I’ve definitely seen better days…”
Often seen in a brown jacket certainly picked for its utility over fashion, Bernard clearly values functionality in his wardrobe. The cooler climate of New York forces him to pick out a hood to cover his graying brown hair, often pulled back into a loose ponytail. His complexion is rough and leathery, offering up the story of having worked many years under the southern sun.
While not a stranger to good times and good company, his resting expression is focused, blue eyes duller than they might have once been. The times he stretches his arms out and rolls his shoulders reveal his true height, as he often stands or sits with a worse posture. During the summer months Bernard will be dressed in plain tees, showing off the sleeve of tattoos along his left arm.
”A little about myself…”
Born in Savannah, Georgia, Bernard was raised in a conservative southern baptist home. Although a religiously strict household, he could not fault his parents for their beliefs and grew to respect their faith as it presented some kind of peace and content in their lives. A rather uneventful life until he came of age, when he left home to attend Toccoa Falls College for his Bachelor’s in Ministry, much to the elation of his parents.
From his mid-teens to the beginning of his college years, there have been insignificant moments in time that seem to have been snapshot from his dreams and appear in his waking days. During his freshman year, these minor events would expand into longer and greater details to the point he began to proclaim that angels have granted him foresight and it was up to him to curate this privilege into holier things.
As a young man fresh out of college, he joined outreach ministries and missionary organizations. There was little to be done with these random divinations, so he chose to dismiss them as déjà vu illusions. From time to time, they would demonstrate the occasional inconveniences along with the random small things, including when a bus he was riding in Mexico broke down and there were no cars on the highway for miles. Even then, it’s chalked up to His Will.
The years turn into chapters in his book of life; the two years in Mexico, the twelve years as a pastor in South Carolina, ten more years back home in when his both his parents fell ill and slowly passed away. The latter time involved taking up a new role in his hometown church as well as inheriting his old home.
”So y’all must be wonderin’ how a priest’d end up here…”
The gap between his time back in Savannah and living now in New York City is a blur. Staying in that old Sears build-it-yourself catalog house wracked his dreams with newly intense night terrors. Tragedies as clear as day would jolt him awake, a precursor to the newfound paranoia as they eventually unfold. His childhood home goes up in flames before his eyes, that phone call of his congregation spreading a serious bout of influenza and many ending up with pneumonia.
Eleven years of troubles have driven him to the brink of insanity, worried that falling asleep will conjure a new plague on his mental health, while the lack of sleep is likely adding to his delusions. As a member of his church approached him, they advised of seeking help, somewhere away from them. A pang of betrayal, but understanding as he can be, as he promptly packed up and drove north.
Finding somewhere to live in New York wasn’t particularly difficult, as he was welcomed into another church to be a resident pastor -- but only if he accepted professional care. Thus a religious therapist was assigned to him, and could just as easily as he provide scripture and reassurance.
It’s been a few months since any major incidents, and the therapist recommended a nearby therapy group to find others outside his usual circle. Three weeks pass before the latest tragedy.
Talents:
+Carpentry. “I know, it’s a bit on the nose, but you build a lot of homes and structures on those mission trips.”
+Leadership. “The community is my flock, and I am its shepherd.” Please, please, please God, don’t hurt them. Please, please, please…
+Guitar. “I’m not as good as those youth group leaders these days, but I can carry a tune.”
+World Religion. “I don’t consider other faiths my enemy, but it’s good to know you can stand toe-to-toe in a debate.”
+Any Manual Labor. “Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop.”
Actions:
Avoid Harm +1
Endure Injury +3
Keep It Together -2
Act Under Pressure 0 (+1 when dealing with repairs, building, handiwork)
Engage In Combat -1
Influence Other +1 (+1 when dealing with NPCs)
Sixth Sense +2
Bernard White.
”I’ve been around a while…”
55 years.
”I’m surely past my prime…”
185lbs / 6’1” when standing straight.
”And I’ve definitely seen better days…”
Often seen in a brown jacket certainly picked for its utility over fashion, Bernard clearly values functionality in his wardrobe. The cooler climate of New York forces him to pick out a hood to cover his graying brown hair, often pulled back into a loose ponytail. His complexion is rough and leathery, offering up the story of having worked many years under the southern sun.
While not a stranger to good times and good company, his resting expression is focused, blue eyes duller than they might have once been. The times he stretches his arms out and rolls his shoulders reveal his true height, as he often stands or sits with a worse posture. During the summer months Bernard will be dressed in plain tees, showing off the sleeve of tattoos along his left arm.
”A little about myself…”
Born in Savannah, Georgia, Bernard was raised in a conservative southern baptist home. Although a religiously strict household, he could not fault his parents for their beliefs and grew to respect their faith as it presented some kind of peace and content in their lives. A rather uneventful life until he came of age, when he left home to attend Toccoa Falls College for his Bachelor’s in Ministry, much to the elation of his parents.
From his mid-teens to the beginning of his college years, there have been insignificant moments in time that seem to have been snapshot from his dreams and appear in his waking days. During his freshman year, these minor events would expand into longer and greater details to the point he began to proclaim that angels have granted him foresight and it was up to him to curate this privilege into holier things.
As a young man fresh out of college, he joined outreach ministries and missionary organizations. There was little to be done with these random divinations, so he chose to dismiss them as déjà vu illusions. From time to time, they would demonstrate the occasional inconveniences along with the random small things, including when a bus he was riding in Mexico broke down and there were no cars on the highway for miles. Even then, it’s chalked up to His Will.
The years turn into chapters in his book of life; the two years in Mexico, the twelve years as a pastor in South Carolina, ten more years back home in when his both his parents fell ill and slowly passed away. The latter time involved taking up a new role in his hometown church as well as inheriting his old home.
”So y’all must be wonderin’ how a priest’d end up here…”
The gap between his time back in Savannah and living now in New York City is a blur. Staying in that old Sears build-it-yourself catalog house wracked his dreams with newly intense night terrors. Tragedies as clear as day would jolt him awake, a precursor to the newfound paranoia as they eventually unfold. His childhood home goes up in flames before his eyes, that phone call of his congregation spreading a serious bout of influenza and many ending up with pneumonia.
Eleven years of troubles have driven him to the brink of insanity, worried that falling asleep will conjure a new plague on his mental health, while the lack of sleep is likely adding to his delusions. As a member of his church approached him, they advised of seeking help, somewhere away from them. A pang of betrayal, but understanding as he can be, as he promptly packed up and drove north.
Finding somewhere to live in New York wasn’t particularly difficult, as he was welcomed into another church to be a resident pastor -- but only if he accepted professional care. Thus a religious therapist was assigned to him, and could just as easily as he provide scripture and reassurance.
It’s been a few months since any major incidents, and the therapist recommended a nearby therapy group to find others outside his usual circle. Three weeks pass before the latest tragedy.
Talents:
+Carpentry. “I know, it’s a bit on the nose, but you build a lot of homes and structures on those mission trips.”
+Leadership. “The community is my flock, and I am its shepherd.” Please, please, please God, don’t hurt them. Please, please, please…
+Guitar. “I’m not as good as those youth group leaders these days, but I can carry a tune.”
+World Religion. “I don’t consider other faiths my enemy, but it’s good to know you can stand toe-to-toe in a debate.”
+Any Manual Labor. “Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop.”
Actions:
Avoid Harm +1
Endure Injury +3
Keep It Together -2
Act Under Pressure 0 (+1 when dealing with repairs, building, handiwork)
Engage In Combat -1
Influence Other +1 (+1 when dealing with NPCs)
Sixth Sense +2
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24 - F - 5'9 - 160LBs
"Our relationship was like a car crash - get it?"
Born into a middle classed family things seemed average, even up maybe. Exploring when you grew up always was the best but when it's time to become adult things just seem to get harder. We live with our own demons and these demons just never seem to leave, just the way life seems to spit these things out. Growing up and getting through high school on the skin of my teeth was fun enough as it is but seeing shit at a young age really had me shaken up but I tried to move on.
I like technology it's a great escape, it seems like everyone is on their phones nowadays and I can't seem to pull myself from the computer as well. Crazy how advanced we've become in only a few decades but now I see myself in the field for it, compute tech that is and that's what I went to school for. Sometimes I wish I could share the tech we had with people in third world countries but that seems just too far-fetched.
I'm a computers whiz for a small independent game studio in Seattle, living at age twenty-three making it by the skin of my teeth. Graduating from the Unversity of Washington with a degree in computer science I went into the industry as a coder and that's what I really stuck to. I mind my own business but I often fall into my vices, a bummer but that's what it is. The world is truly a cruel place to live.
Her at the time boyfriend Zach ran some poor guy over with her sitting shotgun in the car. They left him for dead in the woods, after leaving him to die the man's body was found by joggers. Both Zach and Alex felt extreme guilt and she experienced nightmares and anxiety after the incident. She stills worries that she'll be linked to the murder, especially since Zach had been missing for a year either taking his life or gone into hiding. It's like a creepy feeling she can never shake.
For now she attends therapy for anxiety she has unfortunately gathered from the situation, while she's vague on why she's there she does seek help as her anxiety can at times - simply be too much.
- Krav Maga - Dad forced me to go every week to class, payed off I guess.
- Math, Code and The Works - Having a background in coding and in math helps me solve sometimes.. Complex situations.
- Peak Health - I eat healthily and go to the gym, it has to amount to something.
- Avoid Harm: 3
- Endure Injury: 2 (+1)
- Keep It Together: 0
- Act Under Pressure: 1 (+1)
- Engage In Combat: 1 (+1)
- Influence Other: -1
- Sixth Sense: -2
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》NAME: Valerian Nico Alvarez-Knight
》AGE: 21
》HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 178 cm || 68 kg
》APPEARANCE
Long and gangly, Val is blatantly a youth who has not quite grown into their frame yet. Though not underweight, they are thin and boney, lacking in both muscle and fat, which gives them an overall delicate look. They have a light tawny complexion, and a scattering of acne across their face which they tend to cover up with makeup. Their face is thin with round eyes, high cheekbones, a perky upturned nose, and a sharp chin. They sport a pixie cut, the bangs covering nearly their whole forehead and constantly falling into their eyes until they push it aside. Valerian’s naturally dark brown hair is dyed dark blue. Their eyebrows are trimmed thin, and their hazel eyes are accentuated by a black eyeliner. Both of Val’s ears are pierced multiple times (triple lobe, industrial, helix), their left brow twice, and their right nostril once. They own an assortment of earrings to accessorize with.
They wear punk inspired fashion; jeans (ripped and/or patched), printed shirts, leather jackets, studded belts, clip-on chains, black combat boots, and some fitting necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Naturally, they paint all their nails a matte black (sometimes adding some more oomph). Valerian usually walks quickly, furtively; shoulders stooped, gaze turned downwards and darting around, and though appearing self-absorbed, they move fluidly through crowds and quickly become alert when something relevant (such as being called upon by an acquaintance) or potentially dangerous happens. In such cases, they temporarily draw up to their full height, straightening their spine and lifting their head for the duration of whatever event drew their attention.
They wear punk inspired fashion; jeans (ripped and/or patched), printed shirts, leather jackets, studded belts, clip-on chains, black combat boots, and some fitting necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Naturally, they paint all their nails a matte black (sometimes adding some more oomph). Valerian usually walks quickly, furtively; shoulders stooped, gaze turned downwards and darting around, and though appearing self-absorbed, they move fluidly through crowds and quickly become alert when something relevant (such as being called upon by an acquaintance) or potentially dangerous happens. In such cases, they temporarily draw up to their full height, straightening their spine and lifting their head for the duration of whatever event drew their attention.
》THE ISSUE: Delusional disorder
There were certain instances of oddness in Valerian's childhood, but nothing that’d be remarked upon as outrageously unusual; a few vivid nightmares, a penchant for depicting monstrous and visceral imagery, a brief interest for the occult and paranormal. Since those practices waned (or perhaps became entirely a private thing of Val’s), they were considered just another child and adolescent in the family of many; and who didn’t have a few quirks, after all? However, after their outgoing counterpart, a twin named Vivian Marsh, died just after their graduation, things went downhill. Valerian suffered a brief psychotic disorder and was hospitalized for the duration (two and a half weeks) of it. Afterwards, they were left dealing with an intense grief, and began experiencing delusions to the point of being diagnosed once again. With medication, a gap year to attend to their health, and regular visitations of group theory, their mental state has stabilized…though no one could say it's gone back to ‘normal’. Accompanying their diagnosis are bouts of anxiety, stress, and self-harm.
》BEFORE
Valerian was the third child (and their twin, Vivian, the fourth) of Maria Alvarez-Knight and Nelson Knight, a working-class mother and middle-class father. With two older siblings, Alicia (the oldest by 7 years) and Isaac (second oldest by 4 years), and a fairly large extended family, things were often hectic, especially for the holidays. The family’s financial situation was neither enviable nor pitiable; mostly, they were managing, sometimes very decently, other times with some amount of struggle. The children grew up quickly, especially Alicia, who moved away at 18 to live with some friends. While Isaac remained at home longer (if intermittently), he grew distant and distracted by work. And as for the youngest duo, they were raised less strictly, and led generally happy lives…until Vivian’s death, that is.
That one unexpected event deepened the existing cracks in the family life, bringing a persistent haze of grief, misery, and tension upon them. Valerian was the one most obviously affected, though of course they weren’t the only one to suffer. They did come to feel that their prolonged symptoms were of a more visible nature, and it has also become clear that their family did not appreciate or understand their delusions in the least. Valerian was sure their sister’s death was nothing mundane, became convinced they’d realized a slim slice of the Great Truth, sure that the World was conspiring against them for their insight. They were certainly aware that their beliefs caused unneeded strain between them and their family, and thus kept their convictions and recovery mainly to themselves. They’ve been staying at a dorm since starting college, their independent if rocky life inevitably being swept along by the uncaring march of time.
That one unexpected event deepened the existing cracks in the family life, bringing a persistent haze of grief, misery, and tension upon them. Valerian was the one most obviously affected, though of course they weren’t the only one to suffer. They did come to feel that their prolonged symptoms were of a more visible nature, and it has also become clear that their family did not appreciate or understand their delusions in the least. Valerian was sure their sister’s death was nothing mundane, became convinced they’d realized a slim slice of the Great Truth, sure that the World was conspiring against them for their insight. They were certainly aware that their beliefs caused unneeded strain between them and their family, and thus kept their convictions and recovery mainly to themselves. They’ve been staying at a dorm since starting college, their independent if rocky life inevitably being swept along by the uncaring march of time.
》TALENTS
Digital Arts: Having enjoyed drawing since childhood, and branching into using a variety of media later on, Valerian eventually ended up going for a BA at uni. They also make some extra cash off of commissions.
Sewing: Val has done DIY on their clothes since early adolescence, so they've learned to use both needle and thread and a sewing machine skillfully.
Knowledge of human anatomy: Nico was decent at biology both in elementary and high school, and considered becoming a doctor at one point. However, the demands were too high, and their interest not intense enough to purse that path after all. They have retained some facts though.
Sewing: Val has done DIY on their clothes since early adolescence, so they've learned to use both needle and thread and a sewing machine skillfully.
Knowledge of human anatomy: Nico was decent at biology both in elementary and high school, and considered becoming a doctor at one point. However, the demands were too high, and their interest not intense enough to purse that path after all. They have retained some facts though.
》ACTIONS
Avoid Harm +3
Endure Injury +1
Keep It Together -1
Act Under Pressure +1 (+1 when giving first aid, patching up wounds)
Engage In Combat 0
Influence Others -2
Sixth Sense +2
Endure Injury +1
Keep It Together -1
Act Under Pressure +1 (+1 when giving first aid, patching up wounds)
Engage In Combat 0
Influence Others -2
Sixth Sense +2
MST3K 4ever I still love MST3K after all these years.
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Character's Name: Russell Shaw
Age: 34
Weight: 190
Appearance:
Issue: Believes that he is cursed
His-story: Russell's belief that he was cursed began on the day he was born in Cleveland. His mother died while giving birth to him, and his twin sister died during the birth as well. Russell's father didn't blame him for what happened, but Russell always believed it was his fault. Russell carried that guilt around for years. He was able to make it subside when he played football in High School, and Russell believed that he was going to be all right. That feeling didn't last long as his father was killed in a car accident on his way to Russell's final home game. Russell was raised by a friend of the family for the last few months he lived in Cleveland.
He eventually was given a Football Scholarship to Ohio State and many believed that he had a promising career in the NFL. Until he did a form perfect tackle on a running back, and the running back landed awkwardly on his neck killing him instantly. Russell was racked with guilt again. So he decided that he must do something to as a form of penance.
Russell decided to hang up his cleats and joined the Police Academy. He was a natural as Police Officer and when he graduated he transferred to the NYPD. Russell moved quickly up the ranks to Detective and fell in love with a lawyer who worked for the Public Defender's office. They married and had a son. For the first time ever Russell was truly happy, but once again tragedy struck. Russell was going into work early one day to put the final touches on a major mob case he had been working on. His wife had his car parked in so he took her car to work. Shortly after 7:30 AM Russell was informed his wife and son were killed by a car bomb. Russell finished the case, brought his family's killers to justice, and turned in his badge. Russell was convinced that he was cursed. All these tragedies occurred and he was the only common factor in all of them.
A couple of friends on the force recommended Russell to a group therapy team that met in the area. He currently works for a friend as an associate in a Private Investigation firm.
Talents:
Detective: Russell has a keen sense of observation, adept at research, and knows how to handle pressure and people.
Marksman and firearms: Russell's time on the force made him quite capable in the use of guns.
Driving: Russell knows how to carry off a high speed pursuit like no one else.
Running: It is a passion of Russell's and one of the ways he deals with stress
Actions:
Avoid Harm -1
Endure Injury 0
Keep It Together +2
Act Under Pressure +3 (+1 driving a car)
Engage In Combat +1 (+1 use of firearms)
Influence Other -2
Sixth Sense +1 (+1 Detective talent notice hidden things)
Age: 34
Weight: 190
Appearance:
Issue: Believes that he is cursed
His-story: Russell's belief that he was cursed began on the day he was born in Cleveland. His mother died while giving birth to him, and his twin sister died during the birth as well. Russell's father didn't blame him for what happened, but Russell always believed it was his fault. Russell carried that guilt around for years. He was able to make it subside when he played football in High School, and Russell believed that he was going to be all right. That feeling didn't last long as his father was killed in a car accident on his way to Russell's final home game. Russell was raised by a friend of the family for the last few months he lived in Cleveland.
He eventually was given a Football Scholarship to Ohio State and many believed that he had a promising career in the NFL. Until he did a form perfect tackle on a running back, and the running back landed awkwardly on his neck killing him instantly. Russell was racked with guilt again. So he decided that he must do something to as a form of penance.
Russell decided to hang up his cleats and joined the Police Academy. He was a natural as Police Officer and when he graduated he transferred to the NYPD. Russell moved quickly up the ranks to Detective and fell in love with a lawyer who worked for the Public Defender's office. They married and had a son. For the first time ever Russell was truly happy, but once again tragedy struck. Russell was going into work early one day to put the final touches on a major mob case he had been working on. His wife had his car parked in so he took her car to work. Shortly after 7:30 AM Russell was informed his wife and son were killed by a car bomb. Russell finished the case, brought his family's killers to justice, and turned in his badge. Russell was convinced that he was cursed. All these tragedies occurred and he was the only common factor in all of them.
A couple of friends on the force recommended Russell to a group therapy team that met in the area. He currently works for a friend as an associate in a Private Investigation firm.
Talents:
Detective: Russell has a keen sense of observation, adept at research, and knows how to handle pressure and people.
Marksman and firearms: Russell's time on the force made him quite capable in the use of guns.
Driving: Russell knows how to carry off a high speed pursuit like no one else.
Running: It is a passion of Russell's and one of the ways he deals with stress
Actions:
Avoid Harm -1
Endure Injury 0
Keep It Together +2
Act Under Pressure +3 (+1 driving a car)
Engage In Combat +1 (+1 use of firearms)
Influence Other -2
Sixth Sense +1 (+1 Detective talent notice hidden things)
Arkitekt Weaver of Webs, Collector of Souls
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LT. Serena Gomez
MOOD MUSIC
NAME - Lt. Serena Gomez
AGE - 31 (1988-)
GENDER - Female
ETHNICITY - Hispanic
RELIGION - Catholic (Non-practicing)
APPEARANCE - 5'7, Dark hair and dark brown eyes. Fit and athletic. Fairly attractive.
DEMEANOR - Bare-Faced, Strong Willed, flagrant at times.
AFFILIATION - NYPD (On leave)
RANK - Lieutenant, NYPD
EDUCATION - CUNY/John Jay College of Criminal Justice (2007-2011), Bachelors' degree-Criminal Justice Administration (2011), Major- Criminology, Gangs and Adolescent Subcultures, NYPD Police Academy Graduate (2012)
AVOID HARM - +1
ENDURE INJURY - 0
KEEP IT TOGETHER - -1
ACT UNDER PRESSURE - +3
ENGAGE IN COMBAT - +2 (+1 to close quarters combat)
INFLUENCE OTHERS - -2 (+1 when engaging with gangs or cults)
SIXTH SENSE - +1 (+1 when engaging with gangs or cults)
LIKES - Black coffee, gun oil and loud music. Tequila. Cheap ethnic food and domestic beer, B-Rated grindhouse type films. Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and kickboxing. "Juicy Fruit" chewing gum and "Capri Suns", but she'll settle for some "Big Red" if she has to. Fast cars and motorcycles, shitty men and abusive relationships.
DISLIKES - People who talk too much and the smell of Brasso, especially when the two are paired. Recreational therapy. Yoga, "pumpkin spice", or anything "gluten-free" and IPA beers. Shitty men and abusive relationships (yes I know, its complicated..)
CLOTHING
Tight fitting jeans, comfortable tank top, or T-shirt. Sunglasses or ballcap, light Jacket or Hoodie when called for. Stylish boots, still of the utility kind. Nylon slimline CC holster, either on hip or back area. She can dress it up a notch when she has to, but when she isn't required to be professional she prefers utilitarian or casual wear.
PERSONAILITY
Serena is sarcastic and witty, and knows how to break the ice. She has tough shell and can hang with the fellas. She's extremely blunt, and generally expects the same in return, but she's frank enough to clear a table in record time. Serena is always up to the task whatever it is, and has a real chip on her shoulder when it comes to people telling her that she can't do something. Extremely persistent, often to a point that it becomes unbearable. She is very persuasive, and knows how to get what she wants. A real "go getter".
She had gotten a mortgage on a small townhome on the north side of Brooklyn after she graduated from the academy and has lived there since 2012. It is rather barren and she lacks in the decorative department. Her refrigerator is also mostly barren, save for an ever-present large jar of pickle spears, mayonnaise, and sixer or twelve pack of domestic beer, and the occasional pack of eggs. No less than two or three takeout containers that she will never eat. Freezer is mostly TV dinners, lots of Marie Calendar's and Bob Evan's, freezer burned bags of broccoli and tin foil packs of hamburger meat marked with only the best intentions. Usually A 5th of tequila shoved towards the back. In the cabinets there were saltines and several boxes of Hamburger Helper and a few cans of tuna. She also just started making payments on a black 2018 Dodge Charger with two fat red racing stripes. Figured she'd learn to work on it some, kind of like a side project. She hasn't done much with it yet, and probably wont be messing with it any time soon, but she did buy the extensive owner's manual holding down her cocktail table along with a few spent beer bottles.
Her social life is sparse, save for one night stands. There's only one friend whom she sees regularly outside of her unit, and that's because she's probably the only one who is shit-baggy enough to put up with her shit.. When she isn't being a total recluse in front of the TV or at the gym she can usually be found with her friend Cindy Chavez, taking full advantage of low effort night life bliss, usually some dive bar shithole dotting a street corner, with cheap drinks, and even cheaper men and women. Guess it made them both feel better about their selves in some form or other. They both seemed to suffer from the same social afflictions in the relationship department, so you know what they say, "birds of a feather". She spends a lot of time at the gym, perhaps more than her unit peers do. She does kickboxing regularly, and has a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu class that she has enrolled in locally. She is active and works hard to stay fit for her unit, and also to maintain the shape of her ass..
BACKGROUND
Serena grew up in Brooklyn with her parents and her older brother, and one younger sister. Her brother, Alphonso was nine years older than her, and her sister Elena was two years younger. Her family life was often disrupted by gang activity. Her brother was constantly getting into trouble with the law, stealing cars and doing various other things like that. Several members of her family were involved with the Surenos gang, and it caused their lives to be anything but normal. Her older brother and two uncles would later be faced with hard murder charges in 1999, and her brother and eldest uncle were both sentenced to life in prison. Her brother will be eligible for parole in 2025. Serena made it a point then to be nothing like them and showed a strong interest in pursuing a career in law enforcement. She was well accustomed to seeing them at her home by the time she got out of high school.
She immediately enrolled in college at CUNY the following year in 2007. She obtained her Bachelors' degree-Criminal Justice Administration, majoring in Criminology, and more specifically in gangs and adolescent subcultures in 2011. She finished these studies at the top of her class and excelled notably in the Gang related course studies. She then went on to complete the NYPD Police Academy the very next year in 2012. 840 grueling hours of intense training and conditioning. It was all intensive and strenuous but Serena managed to persevere and push on. She was described as "tough as nails, that girl.." by nearly all the instructors. They gave her a hard time because they all knew that she definitely had it in her. That "Who told you you could be a cop" (Video link) type rhetoric, but she always took it standing up.
Not wanting to stop there she applied for the LAPD Gang Task Force Unit in 2017 after she spent five years with the NYPD. she did a lot for the task force in a short amount of time, and was recognized several times during these years. After applying, Serena underwent several tests during the selection process, totaling in nineteen weeks of hard training. She had to pass a rigorous physical fitness test and psychological evaluation, plus a firearms test to demonstrate her proficiency in firearm usage and knowledge of weapon mechanics. She was also interviewed by a review board several times, and underwent an extensive background check. It was obvious that her family's impact was her driving motivation and they deemed her an acceptable candidate. Her degree and specialized major were merited her as being a useful candidate who should be utilized. Her minors in Psychology were also noted as well as her being bilingual, and this would make her suitable for Negotiations. During her interview they asked her "Are you comfortable with this? Do you think you can handle this?" to which she replied "Absolutely. I’m doing it.”, they recalled. She even managed to do the hundred yard dummy pull in good time, and it was comparable to few of her male counterparts. "She's small but she packs a lotta heat.",
Since then her peers and unit members have gotten used to having a woman on the team, and said that she was often good to keep around. Her approaches to solving problems were "very unorthodox", but she sure knows how to think outside the box. She is a quick thinker and dedicated to the job, and she's "not afraid of trying something new". She is definitely determined to do whatever it takes to be there, that was for certain. "A real firecracker, that one. Don't let that smile fool ya." Unlike previous attempts for females to be incorporated into these roles Serena is generally accepted and thought fairly high of by her peers, deeming her to be an adequate asset and not just a pretty smile. She always pulls her weight and goes the extra mile. She'd stick her neck out for anybody on the unit.
However, things would eventually take a turn for the worst. While on a domestic call Serena was in a firefight with a man who had taken his family hostage. He ended up shooting his wife before the gunfight took place. During the crossfire Serena hit one of the two children in the home when he ran across the hallway. The bullet struck him in the ribs and killed him instantly. The father was also shot to death in the altercation. The boy was only four years old. His name was Carlton Thompson.
PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION
Serena has sense been put on extended leave with pay, and has been made to see a therapist indefinitely, until Serena shows signs of improvement. The ordeal was devastating to Serena, and she has taken to antidepressants an other medications, along with heavy bouts of alcohol consumption. She has often turned to self medication over prescribed efforts and therapy.
Serena has been an absolute wreck, a shell of her former self. She suffers from night terrors, panic attacks and has been diagnosed with a moderate to severe case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, as well as Manic Depressive, Bipolar disorder. She has severe mood swings, extreme highs and devastating lows. Serena's diagnoses is a direct result of her traumatic experience, and was otherwise unafflicted prior to the incident.
WEAKNESSES/FEARS
"It's a man's world." - Serena is on the smaller side and isn't quite as strong physically as the other counterparts in her unit. She has a small frame and is equally limited by this but what she lacks in strength she makes up for with her extreme determination. She might fail, but she'll go down fighting. She's gotta lotta heart.
Serena also displays extremely detrimental behaviors, and often takes extreme risks. She is so strong-headed and persistent that it sometimes clouds her judgement. She also has an inferiority complex, and displays behavior patterns commonly referred to as Napoleonic in nature, characterized by overly-aggressive or domineering social behavior, such as lying about earnings, and carries the implication that such behavior is compensatory for the subject's physical or social shortcomings. In psychology, the Napoleon complex is regarded as a derogatory social stereotype.
FEARS - Not being "good enough". Obsolescence, inferiority. Serena has always felt like that if she fails it's because she didn't try hard enough, or do enough, and that all fault is always on her shoulders.
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Name: Cole Taalen
Age: 24
Weight: 185lbs
Appearance: Cole
The Issue: Ever since Cole was a child, he always felt a presence to him. At first, it was small, insignificant, and easily forgotten. Simply a sensation that can be easily ignored. Though, as he grew older, this presence started to slowly become more than just a feeling. He started to sometimes see what looks like a figure out of the corner of his eyes. But always brushing it off as just his mind playing tricks on him or something of that nature. Then came the nightmares during highschool. Once a week or rarely twice a week. While the nightmares varied in what was happening to him. The one thing that was consistent among was a figure that he could barely make out. Watching him and sometimes he could hear a voice, but it was unintelligible. Cole again brushed this off as something benign, and since he knew the nightmares were just nothing real. He grew to start dealing with these nightmares his own way despite how sometimes severe the nightmares got.
So Cole persevered, and the nightmares started to less but never went away. It was during college that this got worse. Oddly after he got together with his girlfriend, Tess. The nightmares started to get worse, and the presence felt more prevalent. He could not shake the feeling that someone was watching him. Cole did his best to fight it his way, and it was barely enough.
Then came that fateful night Cole with Tess with him did they get into a car accident. Tess was killed, and Cole fell into a depression. It was here that while he was having a nightmare that he could clearly see the figure for the first time. Specifically, Cole saw her and could clearly hear what she was saying. It was not Tess but looked otherworldly beautiful, and her voice was calming. Still, Cole felt wrong and, at the same time, happy in her presence. He could not explain that, and then the dream ended, and he woke up afraid.
Ever since that nightmare, Cole started hearing her voice and sometimes started seeing her briefly while he was awake. This drove Cole mad, and he wanted to get rid of what he thought to be a mental disorder. Going to a psychiatrist, he was recommended to group therapy and medication. Ever since Cole has managed to lower the times, he can hear or see her. But, sometimes, she breaks through, and Cole tries his best to get through this madness.
Before: Cole was born in an average town in upstate New York to a family of five. He lived comfortably growing up and had a good upbringing. Bearing some odd moments in his life that he ignored, thinking they were nothing. Which at the time seemed that they were. He had no problems up to highschool and made several friends there. When it came time for college, Cole moved to New York City and attended a college there and study to be an archaeologist. A dream he had since he was a kid. Things were going well despite what he was feeling, and he even managed to get himself a girlfriend named Tess.
After Tess's death, Cole fell into a depression, with the voice and seeing things. He chose to drop out of college to focus on getting better. With the idea of coming back once he was cured of what mental illness was plaguing him. In the meantime, Cole managed to get a job as a bartender for a restaurant called the Four Elements. There he pretends that everything is okay and tries his best to maintain his composure for the off-chance he hears or sees her despite it being two weeks since an incident.
Talents:
Skilled Mixologist - Having picked up the craft from his girlfriend during college and gain experience after becoming a bartender.
Boxing - Cole took up boxing as a way to keep himself busy on his off days and to stay in shape.
Trumpet - A old skill from his band days, he does not play much but can still play a tune if he wanted to.
History Buff - History Buff - History is his favorite subject and retains a lot of history that he learned over the years.
Actions:
Avoid Harm 0
Endure Injury +2
Keep It Together +3
Act Under Pressure -2
Engage In Combat +1(+1 with fists)
Influence Other -1
Sixth Sense +1
Age: 24
Weight: 185lbs
Appearance: Cole
The Issue: Ever since Cole was a child, he always felt a presence to him. At first, it was small, insignificant, and easily forgotten. Simply a sensation that can be easily ignored. Though, as he grew older, this presence started to slowly become more than just a feeling. He started to sometimes see what looks like a figure out of the corner of his eyes. But always brushing it off as just his mind playing tricks on him or something of that nature. Then came the nightmares during highschool. Once a week or rarely twice a week. While the nightmares varied in what was happening to him. The one thing that was consistent among was a figure that he could barely make out. Watching him and sometimes he could hear a voice, but it was unintelligible. Cole again brushed this off as something benign, and since he knew the nightmares were just nothing real. He grew to start dealing with these nightmares his own way despite how sometimes severe the nightmares got.
So Cole persevered, and the nightmares started to less but never went away. It was during college that this got worse. Oddly after he got together with his girlfriend, Tess. The nightmares started to get worse, and the presence felt more prevalent. He could not shake the feeling that someone was watching him. Cole did his best to fight it his way, and it was barely enough.
Then came that fateful night Cole with Tess with him did they get into a car accident. Tess was killed, and Cole fell into a depression. It was here that while he was having a nightmare that he could clearly see the figure for the first time. Specifically, Cole saw her and could clearly hear what she was saying. It was not Tess but looked otherworldly beautiful, and her voice was calming. Still, Cole felt wrong and, at the same time, happy in her presence. He could not explain that, and then the dream ended, and he woke up afraid.
Ever since that nightmare, Cole started hearing her voice and sometimes started seeing her briefly while he was awake. This drove Cole mad, and he wanted to get rid of what he thought to be a mental disorder. Going to a psychiatrist, he was recommended to group therapy and medication. Ever since Cole has managed to lower the times, he can hear or see her. But, sometimes, she breaks through, and Cole tries his best to get through this madness.
Before: Cole was born in an average town in upstate New York to a family of five. He lived comfortably growing up and had a good upbringing. Bearing some odd moments in his life that he ignored, thinking they were nothing. Which at the time seemed that they were. He had no problems up to highschool and made several friends there. When it came time for college, Cole moved to New York City and attended a college there and study to be an archaeologist. A dream he had since he was a kid. Things were going well despite what he was feeling, and he even managed to get himself a girlfriend named Tess.
After Tess's death, Cole fell into a depression, with the voice and seeing things. He chose to drop out of college to focus on getting better. With the idea of coming back once he was cured of what mental illness was plaguing him. In the meantime, Cole managed to get a job as a bartender for a restaurant called the Four Elements. There he pretends that everything is okay and tries his best to maintain his composure for the off-chance he hears or sees her despite it being two weeks since an incident.
Talents:
Skilled Mixologist - Having picked up the craft from his girlfriend during college and gain experience after becoming a bartender.
Boxing - Cole took up boxing as a way to keep himself busy on his off days and to stay in shape.
Trumpet - A old skill from his band days, he does not play much but can still play a tune if he wanted to.
History Buff - History Buff - History is his favorite subject and retains a lot of history that he learned over the years.
Actions:
Avoid Harm 0
Endure Injury +2
Keep It Together +3
Act Under Pressure -2
Engage In Combat +1(+1 with fists)
Influence Other -1
Sixth Sense +1
dreamingflowers
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Prosaic Local Ghost
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10 days ago
I'll make it through this if it kills me and when it kills me, I'll come back. | And I'm gonna get on my knees. Would you kick me in the face, please? It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry.
FULL NAME
NICKNAMES
GENDER
AGE
HEIGHT
WEIGHT
Keandre Artus Roux
NICKNAMES
Kea, Pyro
GENDER
Male
AGE
26
HEIGHT
6'0"
WEIGHT
164LBs
It started in Saint-Nazaire, France...
Keandre Roux was born to near-poverty, a family that had never been able to make ends meet. An absent set of parental figures played an important role in him growing up sort of off. While his mother was quite loving, she was also quite dedicated to the bottles of wine that would stack up under their counter in place of food that could have been bought with what little funds they did have.
His father was an angry man, quiet and unkind. He had learned quite early on that Clement Roux had little time for family and in turn had little time for him. He was quick to leave around Keandre's tenth birthday. This loss of a father figure early in his life set the tone for a lifetime of attention-seeking and reckless behavior. This included an affection for setting things on fire.
Keandre developed an addictive personality in his early teens, although it started with harmless experimentation and quickly spiraled into something nasty when it became clear that he lacked the ability to stop himself from going that extra mile. As a result of these issues, Keandre spent a lot of time in and out of therapy. This addiction to substances only got worse as he got older.
Keandre Roux was born to near-poverty, a family that had never been able to make ends meet. An absent set of parental figures played an important role in him growing up sort of off. While his mother was quite loving, she was also quite dedicated to the bottles of wine that would stack up under their counter in place of food that could have been bought with what little funds they did have.
His father was an angry man, quiet and unkind. He had learned quite early on that Clement Roux had little time for family and in turn had little time for him. He was quick to leave around Keandre's tenth birthday. This loss of a father figure early in his life set the tone for a lifetime of attention-seeking and reckless behavior. This included an affection for setting things on fire.
Keandre developed an addictive personality in his early teens, although it started with harmless experimentation and quickly spiraled into something nasty when it became clear that he lacked the ability to stop himself from going that extra mile. As a result of these issues, Keandre spent a lot of time in and out of therapy. This addiction to substances only got worse as he got older.
And he wound up in therapy again because...
It was maybe two years after he had finally left home, moved from France, tried to (unsuccessfully) get his life together. He had spent the night binge-drinking and Keandre made the bad decision to try to take his car to the corner store. While he had initially been under the impression that he was fine, he quickly proved this wrong by wheeling his car directly into his neighbor's mailbox. He was thrown directly into his steering wheel, alarmed and jolted to awareness, he had turned his head up to see--
-well, he still hasn't quite been able to explain it. With blood running down from his temple and his voice quietly, feverently murmuring, Keandre was later brought to a hospital for examination and diagnosed with a concussion. Healing was simple, quick even, but ever since that night he was plagued in nightmares.
His usual problems seemed to only get worse and his addictions were getting too dangerous to manage. He abruptly resigned himself to therapy again and they have been working with him on his BPD and pyromania.
It was maybe two years after he had finally left home, moved from France, tried to (unsuccessfully) get his life together. He had spent the night binge-drinking and Keandre made the bad decision to try to take his car to the corner store. While he had initially been under the impression that he was fine, he quickly proved this wrong by wheeling his car directly into his neighbor's mailbox. He was thrown directly into his steering wheel, alarmed and jolted to awareness, he had turned his head up to see--
-well, he still hasn't quite been able to explain it. With blood running down from his temple and his voice quietly, feverently murmuring, Keandre was later brought to a hospital for examination and diagnosed with a concussion. Healing was simple, quick even, but ever since that night he was plagued in nightmares.
His usual problems seemed to only get worse and his addictions were getting too dangerous to manage. He abruptly resigned himself to therapy again and they have been working with him on his BPD and pyromania.
Scrappy - Keandre is quite good in a scrap, a childhood filled with fistfights and tangling with other young men lead to a boy who can hold his own in a scrap.
Brave - Call it brave or call it reckless, Keandre isn't afraid to throw himself in harms way.
Survival - Keandre has a knack for general survival skills, a childhood of mostly taking care of himself has made him apt at doing so.
Stubborn - Keandre refuses to give up, no matter how much he gets beaten down.
Tactical - A good planner and strategizer, he tends to think on his feet.
Physically Strong - While no bodybuilder, Keandre can be quite useful when a strong hand is needed.
Brave - Call it brave or call it reckless, Keandre isn't afraid to throw himself in harms way.
Survival - Keandre has a knack for general survival skills, a childhood of mostly taking care of himself has made him apt at doing so.
Stubborn - Keandre refuses to give up, no matter how much he gets beaten down.
Tactical - A good planner and strategizer, he tends to think on his feet.
Physically Strong - While no bodybuilder, Keandre can be quite useful when a strong hand is needed.
Stubborn - This virtue becomes a flaw just as easily, Keandre does not want to be lead, he does not want to follow anyone.
Emotionally Unstable - Keandre loses track of himself quite easily and is prone to rapid bursts of anger or depression as a result.
Impulse Control - Keandre lacks impulse control and tends to rush into things without thinking about it, this has lead him to shambles quite often in his life.
Team Work - Keandre is bad at working with a team unless he feels he has some kind of charge over that team.
Depth Perception - Keandre has pretty terrible depth perception due to his right eye being mostly blind.
Slow - Keandre is not very fast, he may lag in situations requiring speed.
Emotionally Unstable - Keandre loses track of himself quite easily and is prone to rapid bursts of anger or depression as a result.
Impulse Control - Keandre lacks impulse control and tends to rush into things without thinking about it, this has lead him to shambles quite often in his life.
Team Work - Keandre is bad at working with a team unless he feels he has some kind of charge over that team.
Depth Perception - Keandre has pretty terrible depth perception due to his right eye being mostly blind.
Slow - Keandre is not very fast, he may lag in situations requiring speed.
AVOID HARM
ENDURE INJURY
KEEP IT TOGETHER
ACT UNDER PRESSURE
ENGAGE IN COMBAT
INFLUENCE OTHERS
SIXTH SENSE
-2
ENDURE INJURY
+3
KEEP IT TOGETHER
-1
ACT UNDER PRESSURE
+1
(+2 - Applicable in situations requiring the traits bravery, survival, stubbornness, physical strength)
ENGAGE IN COMBAT
+2
INFLUENCE OTHERS
0
SIXTH SENSE
+1
Zoey Boey better than the alternative
Member
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15 hrs ago
Name: Emily Dawson
Age: 20
Height and Weight: 5'4, 110 lbs
Appearance: A blonde girl with unusual, striking features. Her hair is curvy and unkempt, coming down to about chin height. She has a long face, with small eyes and a big, uneven smile. She is almost underweight, but she has been on a diet to eat more recently so her slender frame is looking more healthy than it ever has. She has blue eyes and fair skin. Her outfit usually involves a skirt and billowy, loose blouses. Her favorite color is blue and this reflects in her aesthetic.
The Issue: Schizophrenia
Emily was always a weirdo and would have been regardless of her diagnosis in her late teens. However mental illness certainly wasn't helping her case. Before the symptoms could be fully catalogued she had a couple of breaks and witnessed things that seemed utterly real. She briefly dropped out of college due to bouts of paranoia. She was convinced there was some kind of 13 foot tall tree monster stalking her. Emily began taking antipyschotics and anti-tremor medicine and wanted to go to therapy, where she's been a dilligent member ever since.
Before:
Emily was the notorious weird girl in the small town she grew up in. She has two loving parents, two brothers, and a sister, still living out there in the Midwest. Emily was always interested in the supernatural, "investigating" town curses and urban legends. She wanted to start a journalism club and find real evidence of ghosts. Failing that, actual news stories would do. Failing even that, she always liked math so maybe she could be a math person or something, she never really thought about it too much. She was an ambitious and ironically ambitious young girl. She wanted to do something, she just couldn't tell what.
The thing Emily became known for during her childhood and beyond was her talkativeness. She just doesn't shut up. Period. She always needs to have something, anything, to talk about. When there's no one to talk too, she talks to herself. Factoids, song lyrics, just describing things around her. She can also become fixated on random things and make them the primary subject of her ramblings. Needless to say this was quite ostracising, but oddly enough she never experienced much bullying for it. She never had any particularly close friends but people tolerated her harmless existence. She didn't seem very receptive to insults or teasing anyway. It was like insulting a window for being clear. No point. Emily has a favorite notebook she writes things in. Things she notices, thoughts, helpful nonsense. If she really does have to be totally quiet, she'll funnel her talkativeness into the notebook instead. The notebook helps her think.
Journalism became her passion, as well as trying to find ghosts. Or monsters. Anything, really. She moved out early, at 18, finding herself a dormitory at a college. Around this time was when schizophrenia reared it's ugly head. The Tree Thing, she called it, became a fixation for her. It just seemed so real. It wanted to get her. It wanted to get her dormmate and it ate dogs and cats and kids that went too far into the treeline surrounding the city. Was there a treeline surrounding the city? Sure felt like there was. This was a scary time for everyone, but Emily found herself returning to normalcy. She was taken care of. Medication and therapy. It wouldn't be so bad. The Tree Thing's existence was disproved by the pills she took. And the shaking stopped, too. It became hard to write things down when she was shaking.
But Emily's belief in the super natural only became stronger after experiencing this loss over her own mental faculties. She began to interview the people society called crazy. She became even more wrapped up in whatever strange forces lay at the edges of perception. It's so fascinating. She felt like she could talk about it forever. But she kept this part a secret- people would think she was being schizophrenic again. Sometimes she felt like it really was all fake. But the medicine was working, right? Right? Anything else she saw...it had to be real. She knows what it's like to see things that aren't real so if she takes the pills the anything else IS REAL. SUPER REAL.
ENCOUNTERS:
Emily has seen and written down strange occult markings in the forgotten underpasses and tunnels of the city. She has many things written down but among them are indeed "All is Vibration, Up is Down, Time is Circle, Doors Everywhere, Make Symbols." The symbols she sees are kept within her notebook, or notebooks, and she finds herself drawing them over and over and over again.
Even today she sometimes feels like something is watching her from the trees. She's gone into the woods several times to try and find that monster. Why? She's not quite sure. But she's seen dead animals and what look like offerings.
Sometimes her notebook and the drawings within are not how she remembered them.
Talents:
Note taker: Emily is ridiculously fast at writing things down and taking notes. She does it habitually at all times, it helps her focus.
Fast memory: She's got a sharp mind and a good memory.
Sketch artist: To add onto this, after years of practice she is a talented pencil artist.
Mental math: She's good at math.
Miscellaneous esoteric knowledge: Knows random trivia about random things.
Botanist: Has done a suspicious amount of research into plants.
Actions:
Avoid Harm
0
She's not particularly slow or cumbersome.
Endure Injury
-2
Fragile.
Keep It Together
+3
Has been pushed to the limits of reality and come away unscathed. Wants to see more, and wants to be validated.
Act Under Pressure
+1 (+1 when subjects related to sketching, math, and botany.)
Has experience being stressed. As long as she has her medicine she should be okay.
Engage In Combat
-1
Has never been in a fight before.
Influence Other
+2 (+1 because of studying)
Not so much good with people, but has some experience with seeing the occult. Has written down many things she thinks might be related to rituals. Normal people are usually weirded out by her or disregard her, but that's not the type of "Other" she's trying to influence.
Sixth Sense
+1
Dampened by her medicine..? Sometimes she feels like things are reaching out to her but she's just too blind to see.
Age: 20
Height and Weight: 5'4, 110 lbs
Appearance: A blonde girl with unusual, striking features. Her hair is curvy and unkempt, coming down to about chin height. She has a long face, with small eyes and a big, uneven smile. She is almost underweight, but she has been on a diet to eat more recently so her slender frame is looking more healthy than it ever has. She has blue eyes and fair skin. Her outfit usually involves a skirt and billowy, loose blouses. Her favorite color is blue and this reflects in her aesthetic.
The Issue: Schizophrenia
Emily was always a weirdo and would have been regardless of her diagnosis in her late teens. However mental illness certainly wasn't helping her case. Before the symptoms could be fully catalogued she had a couple of breaks and witnessed things that seemed utterly real. She briefly dropped out of college due to bouts of paranoia. She was convinced there was some kind of 13 foot tall tree monster stalking her. Emily began taking antipyschotics and anti-tremor medicine and wanted to go to therapy, where she's been a dilligent member ever since.
Before:
Emily was the notorious weird girl in the small town she grew up in. She has two loving parents, two brothers, and a sister, still living out there in the Midwest. Emily was always interested in the supernatural, "investigating" town curses and urban legends. She wanted to start a journalism club and find real evidence of ghosts. Failing that, actual news stories would do. Failing even that, she always liked math so maybe she could be a math person or something, she never really thought about it too much. She was an ambitious and ironically ambitious young girl. She wanted to do something, she just couldn't tell what.
The thing Emily became known for during her childhood and beyond was her talkativeness. She just doesn't shut up. Period. She always needs to have something, anything, to talk about. When there's no one to talk too, she talks to herself. Factoids, song lyrics, just describing things around her. She can also become fixated on random things and make them the primary subject of her ramblings. Needless to say this was quite ostracising, but oddly enough she never experienced much bullying for it. She never had any particularly close friends but people tolerated her harmless existence. She didn't seem very receptive to insults or teasing anyway. It was like insulting a window for being clear. No point. Emily has a favorite notebook she writes things in. Things she notices, thoughts, helpful nonsense. If she really does have to be totally quiet, she'll funnel her talkativeness into the notebook instead. The notebook helps her think.
Journalism became her passion, as well as trying to find ghosts. Or monsters. Anything, really. She moved out early, at 18, finding herself a dormitory at a college. Around this time was when schizophrenia reared it's ugly head. The Tree Thing, she called it, became a fixation for her. It just seemed so real. It wanted to get her. It wanted to get her dormmate and it ate dogs and cats and kids that went too far into the treeline surrounding the city. Was there a treeline surrounding the city? Sure felt like there was. This was a scary time for everyone, but Emily found herself returning to normalcy. She was taken care of. Medication and therapy. It wouldn't be so bad. The Tree Thing's existence was disproved by the pills she took. And the shaking stopped, too. It became hard to write things down when she was shaking.
But Emily's belief in the super natural only became stronger after experiencing this loss over her own mental faculties. She began to interview the people society called crazy. She became even more wrapped up in whatever strange forces lay at the edges of perception. It's so fascinating. She felt like she could talk about it forever. But she kept this part a secret- people would think she was being schizophrenic again. Sometimes she felt like it really was all fake. But the medicine was working, right? Right? Anything else she saw...it had to be real. She knows what it's like to see things that aren't real so if she takes the pills the anything else IS REAL. SUPER REAL.
ENCOUNTERS:
Emily has seen and written down strange occult markings in the forgotten underpasses and tunnels of the city. She has many things written down but among them are indeed "All is Vibration, Up is Down, Time is Circle, Doors Everywhere, Make Symbols." The symbols she sees are kept within her notebook, or notebooks, and she finds herself drawing them over and over and over again.
Even today she sometimes feels like something is watching her from the trees. She's gone into the woods several times to try and find that monster. Why? She's not quite sure. But she's seen dead animals and what look like offerings.
Sometimes her notebook and the drawings within are not how she remembered them.
Talents:
Note taker: Emily is ridiculously fast at writing things down and taking notes. She does it habitually at all times, it helps her focus.
Fast memory: She's got a sharp mind and a good memory.
Sketch artist: To add onto this, after years of practice she is a talented pencil artist.
Mental math: She's good at math.
Miscellaneous esoteric knowledge: Knows random trivia about random things.
Botanist: Has done a suspicious amount of research into plants.
Actions:
Avoid Harm
0
She's not particularly slow or cumbersome.
Endure Injury
-2
Fragile.
Keep It Together
+3
Has been pushed to the limits of reality and come away unscathed. Wants to see more, and wants to be validated.
Act Under Pressure
+1 (+1 when subjects related to sketching, math, and botany.)
Has experience being stressed. As long as she has her medicine she should be okay.
Engage In Combat
-1
Has never been in a fight before.
Influence Other
+2 (+1 because of studying)
Not so much good with people, but has some experience with seeing the occult. Has written down many things she thinks might be related to rituals. Normal people are usually weirded out by her or disregard her, but that's not the type of "Other" she's trying to influence.
Sixth Sense
+1
Dampened by her medicine..? Sometimes she feels like things are reaching out to her but she's just too blind to see.
Heretic Queen of Sarcasm
Member
Seen
1 mo ago
NAME | Kenley Grey
AGE | 30
MEASUREMENTS | 5’2, 115 lbs
APPEARANCE | Typical fashion consists primarily of lounge attire; one of her many leggings and a comfortable shirt paired with some brightly colored sneakers AND a jacket depending on the weather at the time. But if Kenley is not running errands or taking a walk, she loves to dress up by opting for heels with her outfits and applying make-up. Of course, that only happens after she gets inspiration from staring at her wardrobe for quite a while.
THE ISSUE | Kenley met Mr. Right, or so she thought. The man in question? Alexander Kolvachuk. The two met on the subway when they accidentally bumped into each other. Kenley quickly apologized, and after some small-talk, she agreed to a first date. A year passed, and Alex proposed. Another year and a half passed, and she was scared out of her mind as she rushed to Sheremetyevo International Airport in the middle of the night to make the next flight out of Russia. Such decision came after the fact that she had had a miscarriage a few hours prior.
As it turns out, Alex was an extremely abusive man. He hit Kenley regularly, knocked her unconscious a few times, and was the extremely jealous type while they were together, to the point where he openly mistreated her but not bad enough to warrant calling the cops. Kenley didn’t leave him right away because he had convinced her to move back to Russia with him. She thought it was the proper thing to do being they were married then, but she was dead wrong.
After managing to escape and getting back to the United States, Kenley wasn’t the same. She’d swear she would be able to see Alex’s face in any man that slightly resembled him, and the paranoia never subsided. A close friend recommended therapy, and Kenley decided she would give it a try. Her coping mechanisms at the time were working out with a personal trainer and having her promiscuous side shine every Friday and Saturday night, and the latter was obviously not the proper way to deal with her trauma.
BEFORE | Kenley doesn’t dwell much in the past, yes, even before him. She was born and raised in New Jersey to a middle-class family. She was quite the bookworm and she was eventually rewarded with a scholarship to NYU. Before her life shattered, she was a Fraud Analyst and was well on her way to a major promotion within her company.
TALENTS | 1. Quite the brains.
2. Doesn’t give up on a fight easily.
3. Cardio. Cardio. Cardio.
ACTIONS | Avoid Harm +2
Endure Injury: +3
Keep It Together -1
Act Under Pressure: +1
Engage In Combat: 0
Influence Other: +1
Sixth Sense: -2
AGE | 30
MEASUREMENTS | 5’2, 115 lbs
APPEARANCE | Typical fashion consists primarily of lounge attire; one of her many leggings and a comfortable shirt paired with some brightly colored sneakers AND a jacket depending on the weather at the time. But if Kenley is not running errands or taking a walk, she loves to dress up by opting for heels with her outfits and applying make-up. Of course, that only happens after she gets inspiration from staring at her wardrobe for quite a while.
THE ISSUE | Kenley met Mr. Right, or so she thought. The man in question? Alexander Kolvachuk. The two met on the subway when they accidentally bumped into each other. Kenley quickly apologized, and after some small-talk, she agreed to a first date. A year passed, and Alex proposed. Another year and a half passed, and she was scared out of her mind as she rushed to Sheremetyevo International Airport in the middle of the night to make the next flight out of Russia. Such decision came after the fact that she had had a miscarriage a few hours prior.
As it turns out, Alex was an extremely abusive man. He hit Kenley regularly, knocked her unconscious a few times, and was the extremely jealous type while they were together, to the point where he openly mistreated her but not bad enough to warrant calling the cops. Kenley didn’t leave him right away because he had convinced her to move back to Russia with him. She thought it was the proper thing to do being they were married then, but she was dead wrong.
After managing to escape and getting back to the United States, Kenley wasn’t the same. She’d swear she would be able to see Alex’s face in any man that slightly resembled him, and the paranoia never subsided. A close friend recommended therapy, and Kenley decided she would give it a try. Her coping mechanisms at the time were working out with a personal trainer and having her promiscuous side shine every Friday and Saturday night, and the latter was obviously not the proper way to deal with her trauma.
BEFORE | Kenley doesn’t dwell much in the past, yes, even before him. She was born and raised in New Jersey to a middle-class family. She was quite the bookworm and she was eventually rewarded with a scholarship to NYU. Before her life shattered, she was a Fraud Analyst and was well on her way to a major promotion within her company.
TALENTS | 1. Quite the brains.
2. Doesn’t give up on a fight easily.
3. Cardio. Cardio. Cardio.
ACTIONS | Avoid Harm +2
Endure Injury: +3
Keep It Together -1
Act Under Pressure: +1
Engage In Combat: 0
Influence Other: +1
Sixth Sense: -2
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