MissCapnCrunch

Human High School RP OR Alpha (were)Wolf Academy

Would love to get into some HS shenanigans with you :)

Pariah Online: Prologue [ closed ]

I suggest a knight who sells candles and candle accessories.

Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ & Cʀᴇᴡ

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Samson Travis

_{What do you kids say? Do we have a deal? Let's take some souls.}

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▾ Name:

Samson Travis

▾ Age:

Eighty Three

▾ Gender:

Male

▾ Sexuality:

Heterosexual

▾ Relationship Status:

Widowed

▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:

No piercings or tattoos. Scar on abdomen from a hernia surgery.

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▾ Generous ▾ Stubborn ▾ Timely ▾ Insensitive ▾

▾ Skills:

Organized
People Person
Born Salesman
Completionist

▾ Hometown:

Brooklyn, New York

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▾ Living Biography:

Samson and Helen had a love that was strong, steady, and true. The two were young high school sweethearts, and had to be married just as soon as Samson found the money to slip a ring on Helen's finger. Together they found the home that soon became Rising Sun. It was in a disheveled state when they first bought it but together with lots of elbow grease and patience the two made it shine. Year after year they had many students, numbers in the 50's the two worked as a team to make the youth of the time into upstanding citizens.

Raising everyone's children brought thoughts of having their own children. Time after time they tried but they did not conceive. Thinking that they might have something wrong, they took to a specialist. Both were healthy and young enough to have a child, the problem was all in their head. Trying once more, Helen finally became pregnant with her one and only son; Jack. Jack had been a tough pregnancy on Helen, she constantly felt ill, and was rushed to the hospital early with a premature child. As they raised the child up to show both the parents; the face that they saw caused them both to gasp in horror.

Their child was dead.

Tensions in the marriage became high. During this time Rising Sun classes dwindled down to small numbers of less than 20 children to a year. The drop in attendance caused money to be tight, but Helen fought for the school, she wanted to give a life to children that she could not give her own.

Helen's death was hard on Samson. Emotionally and physically he became weak, and his age was not helping him. Classes became smaller and smaller, and he knew that he would have to retire soon. Not wanting to leave the home he helped build from the ground up, he refused to go to a nursing home and brought in a caretaker. Though a bit snippy with one another sometime he cares for the boy and enjoys his company in the lonely over sized house.

Eventually death was in Samson's future, on his death bed he was given a deal. A deal with the grim reaper. The reaper told him that he was to be in charge of souls that just didn't make it over to the other side yet, and he would have to take the job of taking souls to the other side. At first this job was very daunting, it caused many morals to be broken and boundaries to be pushed.

However, after a few years Samson had a group of souls underneath him doing the job for him. He quickly was know as the Soul Taker. Fitting for his initials that he signed off every paper on. People would come to the old school house looking for the man, to kill off unwanted people or help save a suffering soul. Each case would be accepted, so that Samson could live on and keep the house him and his beloved once had.

A Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Cʜᴀɴᴄᴇ

@MissCapnCrunch room for one more?

@SoulEater

Yes! Always room for another soul. :)

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay (A 50's RP)

Um, yes.

A Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Cʜᴀɴᴄᴇ

@Dusksong

Please do whatever you feel most comfortable with.
Even genders don't mean much to me- but you wanting to play a character you like does :)

We're Just Trying To Make It.

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Tʜᴜʏ Cᴇᴄɪʟɪᴀ Pʜᴀᴍ

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Location: Home → Coffeehouse
Interacting With: @HushedWhispers → Phil (Text)

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"Peanuts?"

The young stewardess asked, leaning over. Thuy looked up, "Yeah sure." she stated, putting her hand out as the woman placed the bag in her hand. She fiddled with the plastic wrapper before opening up the salty snack and popping a few into her mouth. To the right of her, a foot emerged between the airline seats. A decayed foot, grey in texture and decrepit. The toe nails broken and black. Her eyes widened as she outstretched her arm above her head to press the help button to summon back the stewardess. Pressing it multiple times the woman finally came. "Get this thing away from me!" Thuy exclaimed, pointing towards the foot. The stewardess smiled, leaning over Thuy and ripped the foot directly from the leg and dropping it into Thuy's lap.

"FUCK."

A gasp escaped the girl's lips as she awoke from her strange dream. She was kicking herself for watching that horror movie last night before bed. Shooing her cat off her bed, Thuy shifted and reached for her phone that sat on the bed side table. It was already noon, but sleeping in wasn't too uncommon for the girl. Especially when she had the day off. She looked through her phone swiping off notifications from social networks and different applications.

Reading a few texts, she quickly remembered it was Phillip's birthday party today. She was awfully excited to be celebrating with all her friends, and knew that this would not be an event to forget. Phil always went above and beyond with his events. Texting back to him she wrote:

[Philly]
Just woke up. Will be there ASAP. My treat birthday boy.

She sent it and got out of bed in a hurry. Most of her family was gone doing their own events so she had the place to herself for a minute. The basement was mostly her own in a way anyways, minus the laundry room and the karaoke machine. Getting a shower out of the way, she did only just a small amount of make up and getting ready- wanting to leave the over the top things for the party. She adorned herself in some jean shorts and a plain black tee shirt, a pair of timberlands on her feet.

A true new yorker.

Taking several buses and at least two full cigarettes, Thuy eventually made her way to the coffee house. Walking in she spotted Phil instantly, a smile across her face. As she approached him she began to sing, "Happy Birthdayyyy to you, Happy Birthday to youuu, Happy Birthday dearrr Philllly, Happy Birthday to you!" she had reached the table and hopefully got at least a smile out of him. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Sitting down across the table from him. "Pick whatever you want to eat and to drink, I'm treating." she stated, grabbing a menu from the side of the table and browsing at what she wanted.

We're Just Trying To Make It.

Fun fact, it is March in game- so a lovely spring day in New York :D

ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ - ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʀᴘ

@Saarebas

Oh I mean, OUR characters would be the same.
Just new roleplayers into the group might help things.

A Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Cʜᴀɴᴄᴇ

Samson Travis

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Samson Travis

_{What do you kids say? Do we have a deal? Let's take some souls.}

---

---

▾ Name:

Samson Travis

▾ Age:

Eighty Three

▾ Gender:

Male

▾ Sexuality:

Heterosexual

▾ Relationship Status:

Widowed

▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:

No piercings or tattoos. Scar on abdomen from a hernia surgery.

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▾ Generous ▾ Stubborn ▾ Timely ▾ Insensitive ▾

▾ Skills:

Organized
People Person
Born Salesman
Completionist

▾ Hometown:

Brooklyn, New York

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▾ Living Biography:

Samson and Helen had a love that was strong, steady, and true. The two were young high school sweethearts, and had to be married just as soon as Samson found the money to slip a ring on Helen's finger. Together they found the home that soon became Rising Sun. It was in a disheveled state when they first bought it but together with lots of elbow grease and patience the two made it shine. Year after year they had many students, numbers in the 50's the two worked as a team to make the youth of the time into upstanding citizens.

Raising everyone's children brought thoughts of having their own children. Time after time they tried but they did not conceive. Thinking that they might have something wrong, they took to a specialist. Both were healthy and young enough to have a child, the problem was all in their head. Trying once more, Helen finally became pregnant with her one and only son; Jack. Jack had been a tough pregnancy on Helen, she constantly felt ill, and was rushed to the hospital early with a premature child. As they raised the child up to show both the parents; the face that they saw caused them both to gasp in horror.

Their child was dead.

Tensions in the marriage became high. During this time Rising Sun classes dwindled down to small numbers of less than 20 children to a year. The drop in attendance caused money to be tight, but Helen fought for the school, she wanted to give a life to children that she could not give her own.

Helen's death was hard on Samson. Emotionally and physically he became weak, and his age was not helping him. Classes became smaller and smaller, and he knew that he would have to retire soon. Not wanting to leave the home he helped build from the ground up, he refused to go to a nursing home and brought in a caretaker. Though a bit snippy with one another sometime he cares for the boy and enjoys his company in the lonely over sized house.

Eventually death was in Samson's future, on his death bed he was given a deal. A deal with the grim reaper. The reaper told him that he was to be in charge of souls that just didn't make it over to the other side yet, and he would have to take the job of taking souls to the other side. At first this job was very daunting, it caused many morals to be broken and boundaries to be pushed.

However, after a few years Samson had a group of souls underneath him doing the job for him. He quickly was know as the Soul Taker. Fitting for his initials that he signed off every paper on. People would come to the old school house looking for the man, to kill off unwanted people or help save a suffering soul. Each case would be accepted, so that Samson could live on and keep the house him and his beloved once had.