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Interested, will start CS soon.
Okay, this one ended up being really, really morbid.
Name: Hazel Richards
Gender: Female
Age: 19
History: Hazel Richards was once an entirely ordinary girl, but to her, it feels as if that time was nothing more then some wild imagining she invented. After the large measure of sadness and despair she has felt, normality sounds quaint but almost certainty nonexistent. Hazel's life, naturally, began with her parents. Hazel's mom was a tall and beautiful businesswomen, commanding respect from many. To Hazel she seemed to be entirely larger then life, a superwomen, who cared for her children and was an integral part of an multibillion dollar international business. Her father was in many ways lesser then his wife, but Hazel didn't see it that way and still loved him all the same, of course. He was a simple cog in the large labor force of the United States, but to Hazel he was strong, and brave, and a protector, and in no way lesser to her mother. Hazel had siblings too, but they are entirely inconsequential to how she came to voluntarily sign up as an over-glorified lab rat. Hazel grew into an affluent life style, her mother's business a massive success, her father soon no longer needing to work, instead staying at home and helping his wife. They lived in a very large house, with servants, and all the other things expected of the rich and well-to-do. Hazel's life was comfortable yet shallow, estranged from any sort of strife or hardship. When Hazel first tasted pain, it came into her life in a large and unexpected way and she was entirely unprepared.
On the eve of Hazel's 17th birthday her comfortable lifestyle was completely shattered and destroyed. A violent baptism in blood. Hazel's neighborhood was safe, and rich, and gated, and rarely targeted by common thugs seeking riches. However the occasional brave or insane band of thieves would work up their courage and squirm into such a neighborhood, hoping to change their paltry lives. And sometimes these people were not only thieves, but sick, twisted, insane men. Killers and rapes. It was one such band of sadists that made their way into the Richard's household in the quiet of midnight. Everything happened very suddenly. Hazel remembers being pulled from her bed very suddenly by unknown hands, groping and dragging. She was forced into her own living room, her family slowly being assembled by the rest of the men.
Mr. Richards, of course, struggled, and fought, and squirmed, and kicked, and shouted to no avail. It was a group of 10 men, whose faces Hazel would not forget. Her father was killed almost instantly. It wasn't the dramatic bang of a gun, but a swift hit to the back of the head with some sort of heavy bludgeoning device. It was over in seconds. Next were her pair of brothers. Again, over in mere seconds. By this time Hazel's mother, sister, and Hazel herself were screaming and crying in terror. Next the man in charge of the executions came to Hazel. Mere moments before the blow connected to her head a gruff voice shouted to leave the women. They wanted to have their fun. Hazel was wise enough to know what was about to happen, and she was absolutely terrified. She remembered being dragged in their van with their sister and mother, begging to die. She would late find out that their screams were heard, but the police came to late, and none of their affluent neighbors dared face down the group of violent men.
What came after is a blur to Hazel. She remembers the first day clearly. Rape. That's all she remembered for hours. She was separated from her younger sister and mother, but she could hear their screams. She didn't know where she was, and she still doesn't. After hours of the torture Hazel recalls being shuffled into a room with her mother and sister. Hazel remembers being handed the gun: Smith & Wesson Model 29. She remembers musing how damnably stereotypical it was. She remembers being seated across from her mother, and then the words that still bit her violently being whispered into her ear. "Shoot her and we'll let you go." They were sick, sick, people. And Hazel knew that. And Hazel did as they asked. In sheer desperation, after being tortured for hours, she killed her mother. It was then that Hazel truly broke. The most sickening part was that the men all laughed. To them the whole affair was hilarious. After that, it was a blur.
Two weeks. They never released her. It was another two weeks being confined to her private hell. She didn't remember most of it, but Hazel knew what happened. She was able to fill in the gaps. She remembers her escape clearly, however. Chewing through the rope that bound her. She found the Smith & Wesson Model 29 that killed her mother. She shot the one that watched over her in her partly cell. She ran before the rest could catch her. Straight to the police. Psychological counseling. The men found guilty, beyond reasonable doubt, but never found. No vengeance. One more year. A year of hatred festering, a year of withering. After that came two months. Two months of rebirth. Another therapist, one with something different to him. Some semblance of her old self was found, but she knew that she would never be the same. And when she got the chance to find a new life, as a person stronger then her old self, she jumped.
Appearance:
Personality: Hazel Richards has been changed by her incredibly tumultuous life, but she has found enough of her old self to seem alright on the outside. To other Hazel appears to be incredibly compassionate and nice. She wants to protect people, feeling the urge to save anyone from becoming the person she is. She's easygoing and funny, and not very hard at all to get along with. She doesn't find it hard to make friends, and is outgoing and willing to reach out to people a bit shyer then her. Past her outer facade Hazel feels a deep well of sadness. She feels regret and guilt for killing her mother. She feels afraid that it'll all happen again. But that's also what empowers her. She gets stronger so no one can hurt her.
Likes:
-Pretty things
-Protecting the weak
-Striving to get stronger
-Anything that most teenage girls would like
Dislikes:
-Exploiting those weaker then you
-Resents the authorities for not being able to save her family
-Fears being forced to do things she doesn't want to by those stronger then her
-The men who took her
Gender: Female
Age: 19
History: Hazel Richards was once an entirely ordinary girl, but to her, it feels as if that time was nothing more then some wild imagining she invented. After the large measure of sadness and despair she has felt, normality sounds quaint but almost certainty nonexistent. Hazel's life, naturally, began with her parents. Hazel's mom was a tall and beautiful businesswomen, commanding respect from many. To Hazel she seemed to be entirely larger then life, a superwomen, who cared for her children and was an integral part of an multibillion dollar international business. Her father was in many ways lesser then his wife, but Hazel didn't see it that way and still loved him all the same, of course. He was a simple cog in the large labor force of the United States, but to Hazel he was strong, and brave, and a protector, and in no way lesser to her mother. Hazel had siblings too, but they are entirely inconsequential to how she came to voluntarily sign up as an over-glorified lab rat. Hazel grew into an affluent life style, her mother's business a massive success, her father soon no longer needing to work, instead staying at home and helping his wife. They lived in a very large house, with servants, and all the other things expected of the rich and well-to-do. Hazel's life was comfortable yet shallow, estranged from any sort of strife or hardship. When Hazel first tasted pain, it came into her life in a large and unexpected way and she was entirely unprepared.
On the eve of Hazel's 17th birthday her comfortable lifestyle was completely shattered and destroyed. A violent baptism in blood. Hazel's neighborhood was safe, and rich, and gated, and rarely targeted by common thugs seeking riches. However the occasional brave or insane band of thieves would work up their courage and squirm into such a neighborhood, hoping to change their paltry lives. And sometimes these people were not only thieves, but sick, twisted, insane men. Killers and rapes. It was one such band of sadists that made their way into the Richard's household in the quiet of midnight. Everything happened very suddenly. Hazel remembers being pulled from her bed very suddenly by unknown hands, groping and dragging. She was forced into her own living room, her family slowly being assembled by the rest of the men.
Mr. Richards, of course, struggled, and fought, and squirmed, and kicked, and shouted to no avail. It was a group of 10 men, whose faces Hazel would not forget. Her father was killed almost instantly. It wasn't the dramatic bang of a gun, but a swift hit to the back of the head with some sort of heavy bludgeoning device. It was over in seconds. Next were her pair of brothers. Again, over in mere seconds. By this time Hazel's mother, sister, and Hazel herself were screaming and crying in terror. Next the man in charge of the executions came to Hazel. Mere moments before the blow connected to her head a gruff voice shouted to leave the women. They wanted to have their fun. Hazel was wise enough to know what was about to happen, and she was absolutely terrified. She remembered being dragged in their van with their sister and mother, begging to die. She would late find out that their screams were heard, but the police came to late, and none of their affluent neighbors dared face down the group of violent men.
What came after is a blur to Hazel. She remembers the first day clearly. Rape. That's all she remembered for hours. She was separated from her younger sister and mother, but she could hear their screams. She didn't know where she was, and she still doesn't. After hours of the torture Hazel recalls being shuffled into a room with her mother and sister. Hazel remembers being handed the gun: Smith & Wesson Model 29. She remembers musing how damnably stereotypical it was. She remembers being seated across from her mother, and then the words that still bit her violently being whispered into her ear. "Shoot her and we'll let you go." They were sick, sick, people. And Hazel knew that. And Hazel did as they asked. In sheer desperation, after being tortured for hours, she killed her mother. It was then that Hazel truly broke. The most sickening part was that the men all laughed. To them the whole affair was hilarious. After that, it was a blur.
Two weeks. They never released her. It was another two weeks being confined to her private hell. She didn't remember most of it, but Hazel knew what happened. She was able to fill in the gaps. She remembers her escape clearly, however. Chewing through the rope that bound her. She found the Smith & Wesson Model 29 that killed her mother. She shot the one that watched over her in her partly cell. She ran before the rest could catch her. Straight to the police. Psychological counseling. The men found guilty, beyond reasonable doubt, but never found. No vengeance. One more year. A year of hatred festering, a year of withering. After that came two months. Two months of rebirth. Another therapist, one with something different to him. Some semblance of her old self was found, but she knew that she would never be the same. And when she got the chance to find a new life, as a person stronger then her old self, she jumped.
Appearance:
Personality: Hazel Richards has been changed by her incredibly tumultuous life, but she has found enough of her old self to seem alright on the outside. To other Hazel appears to be incredibly compassionate and nice. She wants to protect people, feeling the urge to save anyone from becoming the person she is. She's easygoing and funny, and not very hard at all to get along with. She doesn't find it hard to make friends, and is outgoing and willing to reach out to people a bit shyer then her. Past her outer facade Hazel feels a deep well of sadness. She feels regret and guilt for killing her mother. She feels afraid that it'll all happen again. But that's also what empowers her. She gets stronger so no one can hurt her.
Likes:
-Pretty things
-Protecting the weak
-Striving to get stronger
-Anything that most teenage girls would like
Dislikes:
-Exploiting those weaker then you
-Resents the authorities for not being able to save her family
-Fears being forced to do things she doesn't want to by those stronger then her
-The men who took her
thorgili said
none the less why let it die when we can atleast start it to keep interest and make sure everyone is still interested till evershadow gets everything sorted out.
Because evershadow doesn't want that, which I understand completely. From what I gather this is a world he's been working on for a long time that is important to him, so he feels personal about it and doesn't want other people running it.
evershadow said As for talks of taking the roleplay and starting it on your own, I am pretty sure it is roleplay etiquette not to hijack someone else's work without express permission (at least that is how it was when I started). I would not usually mind but the fact that this is part of a persistent world that I have created, it is a little upsetting to see.
I think letting just letting this die would be better then starting it on our own.
Nevermind said
Thank you Esteban.This is a wonderful home.
I will take the wrath of two bears and crush your face.
Interested
Xzayler said
This is when I wonder what "try", "some point", "tonight" and "tomorrow" actually mean for some people
This is when I wonder what "real" , "life" , "obligations" , "online" , "roleplay" , "not" , "priority" actually mean to some people. Honestly, none of us have any idea what's going on with evershadow, and it's kind of rude to expect everyone to always adhere to uncertain deadlines with something frankly fairly unimportant like a RP. Shit happens.
Glad to see you back evershadow. You missed my CS while you were gone, here is a permalink.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/65450/posts/ooc?page=3#post-2046746
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/65450/posts/ooc?page=3#post-2046746
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interested, it doesn't really matter to me which way you guys go, I'm fine with whatever.
Xzayler said
The problem is that I really don't want this to die, and if the IC is taking so long to start, then we might get stuck during the roleplay without knowing what to do. So a Co-Gm could really help with this all. Its always good to have someone to keep things in place and push the story onwards, even if the RP is character driven. That's all I was trying to say. And I was calm, except that the tone of a short written text is very hard to guess right.
It was more directed towards everyone complaining, not just you. I just quoted your post because it was more recent. And I do think that having a Co-GM would be a good idea, it's just that everyone is being really impatient, and a bit entitled.
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