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6 yrs ago
Current Wow, it’s been so long...
10 yrs ago
Wifi was down, what'I miss?
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10 yrs ago
:D *trying exponentially harder not too be dead*
10 yrs ago
Still alive, kind of. The wifi hasn't been great to where I wanted it. Either this laptop is connecting and I make my posts tomorrow, or I'm going to the library to make some RP posts.
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10 yrs ago
Again, sorry if I've been running slow...a whole other, months long RP was just shut down, nd that was kind of depressing.

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akje said
If he's stationed at the arena we can comment on the battles together, that'd be fun.


My corrections officer? Sure, if you like the constant, almost insane hum of candy-related talk and trivia...and the occasional candy rain that follows...
...what am I saying, he'd prolly become the most likable corrections officer you'd ever meet!
Warden/Corrections Officer

Name: Wesley Faraday

Code Name: Ermine

Nationality/Race: Eurasian human, lived in Canada…doesn’t remember much about where he previously lived as a child.

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Previous Prison: He’s pretty much a newbie, hasn’t worked in a prison before.

Crime: None, he’s a correction’s officer...more or less a guard than anything, really…and it’s really just to fill a spot and number of required staff.

Appearance:


Personality: Just very much chill, and disinterested in anything non-work related…or non-candy related.

Abilities: Seems to be strangely immune to unnatural effects on his physiology or psychology...maybe. He just doesn't seem to be effected by colds, poisons, venoms...some says it's because he's too boring (though attractive) for that stuff. He also knows how to juggle…but other than that, not much going on besides being able to conjure any manner of candy from thin air as he pleases.

Addictions: Candy, any/all sorts of sweets

Weapon Proficiency: Arms training

Weapons on you: Handgun, stun-baton

Bio/Personal History: His parents travelled a lot when he was a baby, and they finally settled in Canada when he turned 3. He’s worked as a police officer in a small town, previously…where nothing ever happens. And so, even if some people called him bat$#!t insane for it, he decided to see about working as a corrections officer at Blackmist Prison. ‘Cause, why the fuc% not?

Other Info: Previously, at age 18, he was accused of killing his pregnant girlfriend by pushing her off a bridge…but he was proven innocent. He hasn’t spent much time in a relationship since, and his love for candy has grown stronger since that day.
lol...besides a warden who is also a dude...what else should I add to this stickman of a character in my head...?
Openin' fo a warden?
:3 <( ? ? ? )
Like previously asked, are inhuman characters entirely off the table?
Posted. Spencer is making soup in HQ, and draining the head of blood, all in the kitchen.

Truth said
Season one: The Ghoul of Whitechapel


Guys...
*waggles la eyebrows*
This is getting pretty epic...
Spencer hummed calmly to herself, leaning over the metal pot and stirring it's content. In the kitchen of the Order's headquarters, there was smoking of a small portion of opium using the contraption of her mask, and thus the air was occupied by wisps of interesting smelling smoke. Fingers of smoke poured from her mask as she exhaled deeply one last time, before unbuckling the mask and lifting it off her face. The soup smelled pretty decent this time, which was likely the result of choosing more regular types of meat, rather than the game that some of the other members of the Order preferred. Chunks of celery, carrots, herbs and spices, small slices of chicken...a delightful smell. Setting the lid back onto the pot, she took a few paces to the right of the installed stove, passed the counter table, stopping momentarily to wash her hands in the sink briefly...before moving on.

Reaching the metal necropsy table set up in the far corner, she scanned her vision over the young girl's head, before leaning down and checking the accumulation of collected blood in the bucket under the table. Not as much as Spencer had expected...but of course, a good portion of the head's blood ended up soaked in her clothing from earlier. It was good to be cleaned up and in fresh attire. The head had been cleaned up too, all that was left was to let some of the excess blood drain, before they did any sort of autopsy.
Meh...I left off on the sort of thing that can be continued wif a time-skip/
Pretty sure we can just skip to being at HQ.
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