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Name: Dylan Moore
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Position: Variant
Personality: Dylan is a pretty strange guy. He tend to stay to himself when around other variants, perhaps still retaining a little sanity in his shaggy head.There are a few that he seems to be on good terms with, but he spends most of his time hiding and creeping around. He's civil enough when given the opportunity; maybe just a little lonely. When threatened, however, he doesn't hesitate to fuck shit up. He's gotten to the point where murdering another variant, or even a regular person, is about as emotionally easy as squishing a fly.
As an overall personality, he seems sort of...blank. Like he's just a shell of what he once was. He shambles around in the dark with an emotionless expression on his face, impossible to read, and take small comfort in the company of those who won't try to kill him.
Other: Dylan was diagnosed with schizophrenia before being admitted to the asylum.
He doesn't speak very often, and when he does, it's kind of hard to understand. Most of the time, he communicates with gestures or single words. He often grunts, makes little gurgling noises, or just drools out of his half missing lips. He sounds similar to a Minecraft zombie, if not a bit more realistic.
For a guy his size, he is surprisingly strong. This is mostly due to the experiments performed on him.
He may come off as a slow minded, whimsical goof, but he's actually one of the more intelligent variants. He prides himself on his memory. Being schizophrenic, his memory was never the greatest. However, after some experimentation, he found that his memory became almost photographic. It was one of the only good things they ever did for him. Dylan could tell you how to get anywhere in the hospital, who to avoid, how to avoid them, which secret passages to take, and so forth. He knows every inch of the asylum (save for the restricted areas) like the back of his hand. He knows where each and every violent variant resides, which paths they prefer to take, what time they prefer to take them, and how to perfectly avoid them if spotted. His memory is one of the only reasons he's still alive, and has earned him the nickname "Pathfinder".
Appearance: Dylan is tall and bony. He stands at 6'6" with an emaciated frame. His skin looks although it was was a dark tan, but now pale and sickly. He's covered in several scars, the most noticeable being those on his face. Half of his lips are missing, making talking a bit difficult. His nose is, for the most part, missing. He has curly, messy brown hair and one, brown eye. He wears a pair of tan pants, but seems to have misplaced his shirt and shoes. He wears a shackle on one wrist, suggesting that he may have been held in restraints at one time and broke himself free. He's a pretty frightening looking guy.
History: Dylan was always sort of strange guy. After being diagnosed with schizophrenia, his family sort of forsakened him. He was arrested at age 18 after breaking into one his neighbors' homes and trashing the place. He claimed he was trying to stop aliens from getting them. The court decided to have him locked up at Mount Massive Asylum for the Criminally Insane, for his and the community's sake. Of course, Dylan didn't like it there.
There were always scientists there, performing their illegal experiments on the patients. Dylan learned to both hate and fear them. When the Murkoff Corporation took over, the asylum went to hell in a hand basket. Patients roamed the halls freely, doing as they pleased. Dylan learned to make himself scarce. He's had several opportunities to escape, but never has. He's just as afraid of the outside world as he is the asylum, but at least he knows the asylum.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Position: Variant
Personality: Dylan is a pretty strange guy. He tend to stay to himself when around other variants, perhaps still retaining a little sanity in his shaggy head.There are a few that he seems to be on good terms with, but he spends most of his time hiding and creeping around. He's civil enough when given the opportunity; maybe just a little lonely. When threatened, however, he doesn't hesitate to fuck shit up. He's gotten to the point where murdering another variant, or even a regular person, is about as emotionally easy as squishing a fly.
As an overall personality, he seems sort of...blank. Like he's just a shell of what he once was. He shambles around in the dark with an emotionless expression on his face, impossible to read, and take small comfort in the company of those who won't try to kill him.
Other: Dylan was diagnosed with schizophrenia before being admitted to the asylum.
He doesn't speak very often, and when he does, it's kind of hard to understand. Most of the time, he communicates with gestures or single words. He often grunts, makes little gurgling noises, or just drools out of his half missing lips. He sounds similar to a Minecraft zombie, if not a bit more realistic.
For a guy his size, he is surprisingly strong. This is mostly due to the experiments performed on him.
He may come off as a slow minded, whimsical goof, but he's actually one of the more intelligent variants. He prides himself on his memory. Being schizophrenic, his memory was never the greatest. However, after some experimentation, he found that his memory became almost photographic. It was one of the only good things they ever did for him. Dylan could tell you how to get anywhere in the hospital, who to avoid, how to avoid them, which secret passages to take, and so forth. He knows every inch of the asylum (save for the restricted areas) like the back of his hand. He knows where each and every violent variant resides, which paths they prefer to take, what time they prefer to take them, and how to perfectly avoid them if spotted. His memory is one of the only reasons he's still alive, and has earned him the nickname "Pathfinder".
Appearance: Dylan is tall and bony. He stands at 6'6" with an emaciated frame. His skin looks although it was was a dark tan, but now pale and sickly. He's covered in several scars, the most noticeable being those on his face. Half of his lips are missing, making talking a bit difficult. His nose is, for the most part, missing. He has curly, messy brown hair and one, brown eye. He wears a pair of tan pants, but seems to have misplaced his shirt and shoes. He wears a shackle on one wrist, suggesting that he may have been held in restraints at one time and broke himself free. He's a pretty frightening looking guy.
History: Dylan was always sort of strange guy. After being diagnosed with schizophrenia, his family sort of forsakened him. He was arrested at age 18 after breaking into one his neighbors' homes and trashing the place. He claimed he was trying to stop aliens from getting them. The court decided to have him locked up at Mount Massive Asylum for the Criminally Insane, for his and the community's sake. Of course, Dylan didn't like it there.
There were always scientists there, performing their illegal experiments on the patients. Dylan learned to both hate and fear them. When the Murkoff Corporation took over, the asylum went to hell in a hand basket. Patients roamed the halls freely, doing as they pleased. Dylan learned to make himself scarce. He's had several opportunities to escape, but never has. He's just as afraid of the outside world as he is the asylum, but at least he knows the asylum.
Name: Orren Lafrie
Age: 23
Position: Tech support guy
Personality: Orren has a temper much larger than himself. He's a fierce little man with a loud mouth, a hot head, and snappy attitude. When working on his machines, he can often be heard cursing them to the fiery pits of hell. His language is colorful and often offensive. However, he rarely actually means the insults he spews. Most of the time, he's just venting his frustration.
Other: He has a flashlight
Appearance: Orren is small and kind of scrawny. He stands at 5'5". He has dark brown eyes, black hair, and light brown skin.
History: Orren's had a pretty boring life thus far. He was raised by a single father, went to a community college after high school, got a degree in computer science, and got a job at the asylum. He thought it was a bit strange for an old mental hospital to be used as a research facility, but he needed a job, so who was he to question things? Once inside, Orren learned of the true horrors of Mount Massive. The hospital left in shambles, psychopaths running around, doing as they pleased, patients being snatched up and experimented on. He didn't like it. Orren joined the group of 'whistleblowers' as soon as he found out about them. Unfortunately, they were not long after caught.
Age: 23
Position: Tech support guy
Personality: Orren has a temper much larger than himself. He's a fierce little man with a loud mouth, a hot head, and snappy attitude. When working on his machines, he can often be heard cursing them to the fiery pits of hell. His language is colorful and often offensive. However, he rarely actually means the insults he spews. Most of the time, he's just venting his frustration.
Other: He has a flashlight
Appearance: Orren is small and kind of scrawny. He stands at 5'5". He has dark brown eyes, black hair, and light brown skin.
History: Orren's had a pretty boring life thus far. He was raised by a single father, went to a community college after high school, got a degree in computer science, and got a job at the asylum. He thought it was a bit strange for an old mental hospital to be used as a research facility, but he needed a job, so who was he to question things? Once inside, Orren learned of the true horrors of Mount Massive. The hospital left in shambles, psychopaths running around, doing as they pleased, patients being snatched up and experimented on. He didn't like it. Orren joined the group of 'whistleblowers' as soon as he found out about them. Unfortunately, they were not long after caught.
Anyways, here's that OOC: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/33699/posts/ic
Testing the waters for an Outlast RP. I'd like to have it happen over the course of Wistleblower. I'd also like everyone who joins to be at least a little familiar with the game. Played it, watched the gameplay, read the wiki, whatever.
You will be player one of four technical support workers who have seen the horrors of the Murkoff Corporation and decide to act. They try to catch the attention of media by sending out video files, only to be caught by one of the higher ups. To prevent them from causing any further threat, the four are 'admitted' to the asylum and left at the mercy of the many variants. Their goal is to get out of the asylum alive. Their equipment is limited to flashlights, one camcorder, possibly a pocket knife, all spread among the four of them.
Rules:
1: I would like the RP to be pretty small to avoid total chaos. As such, each person is important. If you don't post, one third of the RP isn't posting. Please consider if you will be able to post at least once a day before you join.
2: If you disappear for more than three days, don't expect a reminder. It's your responsibility to keep up with your RPs. Your character will be killed off and replaced.
3: I enjoy long posts with character development, interaction, and things actually happening. Please be able to post at least 2 full paragraphs, grammar included.
4: Don't overpower your character. Just...please don't. I'd like to keep with the spirit of the game; your characters are not fighters. They don't have knives, guns, nuclear weapons. They aren't 200 pounds of muscle or black belts. They are tech nerds.
Player options:
Technical support (2)
Variant (2)
Some one else, completely sane, that was 'admitted'. (2)
Character sheet:
Name:
Age: (20+)
Gender:
Position:
Personality:
Other:
Appearance:
History:
List of accepted characters:
Orren Lafrie/ Male / 23 / Angry tech support guy
Click to view Orren
Dylan Moore/ Male / 25 / Lovable nutcase
Click to view Dylan
Douglas Stover/ Male / 38 / Introvertive Hacker
Click to view Douglas
Jennifer Roland/ Female /24 / Resident mad scientist
Click to view Jennifer
You will be player one of four technical support workers who have seen the horrors of the Murkoff Corporation and decide to act. They try to catch the attention of media by sending out video files, only to be caught by one of the higher ups. To prevent them from causing any further threat, the four are 'admitted' to the asylum and left at the mercy of the many variants. Their goal is to get out of the asylum alive. Their equipment is limited to flashlights, one camcorder, possibly a pocket knife, all spread among the four of them.
Rules:
1: I would like the RP to be pretty small to avoid total chaos. As such, each person is important. If you don't post, one third of the RP isn't posting. Please consider if you will be able to post at least once a day before you join.
2: If you disappear for more than three days, don't expect a reminder. It's your responsibility to keep up with your RPs. Your character will be killed off and replaced.
3: I enjoy long posts with character development, interaction, and things actually happening. Please be able to post at least 2 full paragraphs, grammar included.
4: Don't overpower your character. Just...please don't. I'd like to keep with the spirit of the game; your characters are not fighters. They don't have knives, guns, nuclear weapons. They aren't 200 pounds of muscle or black belts. They are tech nerds.
Player options:
Technical support (2)
Variant (2)
Some one else, completely sane, that was 'admitted'. (2)
Character sheet:
Name:
Age: (20+)
Gender:
Position:
Personality:
Other:
Appearance:
History:
List of accepted characters:
Orren Lafrie/ Male / 23 / Angry tech support guy
Click to view Orren
Dylan Moore/ Male / 25 / Lovable nutcase
Click to view Dylan
Douglas Stover/ Male / 38 / Introvertive Hacker
Click to view Douglas
Jennifer Roland/ Female /24 / Resident mad scientist
Click to view Jennifer
I barely remember what I had for breakfast this morning.
Cool. Assuming no one has lost interest, I'll take one more person before I set up the OOC.
bump
After being on his feet for a bit, Zinzie got enough balance to slowly hobble after them. He tried to retain what little dignity he had left. He managed to keep up with the other two on their way to the bathhouse, even if he dragged behind a little. He'd been inside a few before, but never one so nice. It was clean inside, offering a wide array of cleansing goods and services. Zinzie paused to sniff some fancy soaps that some woman was trying to sell. They smelled very good, but he didn't have the money for such luxuries. Another woman was offering massages for weary travelers. One person specialized in trimming and cleaning feet and toenails. Zinzie got a few strange looks as he slowly made his way by. He honestly wasn't paying enough attention see where his comrades were leading him.
When Zinzie looked up and found himself inside the mixed changing area, one usually used by couples or such, he was a bit taken aback. Whenever he'd visited a bathhouse, he typically went to males' side. No matter. He supposed they came here to discuss plans, so splitting up would be rather counter productive. Zinzie was tempted to sit down on one of the offered benches, but opted against it. He figured if he did, he'd have trouble getting back up. Instead, he leaned against a wall for support as he wiggled out of his poor, raggy excuse for pants. He pitifully folded them up and set them down on a nearby bench; they were his only clothes, and he couldn't afford to throw them away.
Zinzie carefully made his way towards the bath area. The air was steamy and the stone floor was wet; he couldn't risk a fall. He grabbed an offered washcloth and towel as he went down the steps that led into the room that held the pool. There were a few other people there, but at this time of day, it was fairly vacant. The pool was about waist deep with steaming water. Zinzie wasn't sure how it was heated; perhaps a charcoal fire underneath the stone, or maybe even magic. He sat down on the edge and eased himself in, wincing every time the warm water touched an open wound. When he was finally sitting all the way down in the pool, he let himself relax. He couldn't remember the last time he had a nice, warm bath, but he knew that he usually enjoyed it.
It didn't take long for the water around him to begin to turn cloudy. Zinzie used the washcloth to scrub the caked dirt off of his skin, face, and out of his hair. His limp, overgrown hair began to perk back up with curls as the water ran through it.
When Zinzie looked up and found himself inside the mixed changing area, one usually used by couples or such, he was a bit taken aback. Whenever he'd visited a bathhouse, he typically went to males' side. No matter. He supposed they came here to discuss plans, so splitting up would be rather counter productive. Zinzie was tempted to sit down on one of the offered benches, but opted against it. He figured if he did, he'd have trouble getting back up. Instead, he leaned against a wall for support as he wiggled out of his poor, raggy excuse for pants. He pitifully folded them up and set them down on a nearby bench; they were his only clothes, and he couldn't afford to throw them away.
Zinzie carefully made his way towards the bath area. The air was steamy and the stone floor was wet; he couldn't risk a fall. He grabbed an offered washcloth and towel as he went down the steps that led into the room that held the pool. There were a few other people there, but at this time of day, it was fairly vacant. The pool was about waist deep with steaming water. Zinzie wasn't sure how it was heated; perhaps a charcoal fire underneath the stone, or maybe even magic. He sat down on the edge and eased himself in, wincing every time the warm water touched an open wound. When he was finally sitting all the way down in the pool, he let himself relax. He couldn't remember the last time he had a nice, warm bath, but he knew that he usually enjoyed it.
It didn't take long for the water around him to begin to turn cloudy. Zinzie used the washcloth to scrub the caked dirt off of his skin, face, and out of his hair. His limp, overgrown hair began to perk back up with curls as the water ran through it.
so if no one else joins, you guys okay with a three person RP?
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