ToadKing85

Digimon V3

Somewhere else, on Earth, in an urban area, a loud disagreement could be heard from the street. A cat screeched and ran away as a young man stormed out the door, slipping into a denim jacket, and quickly moving down the steps at the front. He moved like he was in a hurry, but determined.

A middle aged woman in scrubs leaned out the door after him, “Monty, don’t you have to get to your job? The prescription can wait, really! I can call a colleague of mine to get it-”

He dismissed her with a wave, and called back over his shoulder, annoyed, “Nah, it’s fine! You should have taken care of this before coming in, today, but I’ll work it out! You stay here; taking care of my mother is only your job, after all!” He shook his head, frustrated. Shouldn’t have said that. Should NOT have said that.

Turning a corner, not far from his front door, He thought about how he was going to apologize. It slipped her mind, that’s all. This wasn’t even going to make him late; he didn’t have to blow up at her, like that, he thought. He had everything under control. He pursed his lips, and sighed, to himself, "Okay..."

He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t notice the glowing ring that opened up beneath him, and before he knew it, he’d felt like he was falling!

An older man with a walrus mustache, a dirty face, and paper bag in hand had been walking by, and saw this. He gave a start, and watched, incredulously as the young man had vanished, moments before the.. Whatever, did, as well! He blinked, looked at the bag in his hand, and resumed walking as he tossed the bag into a trash can, shaking his head…

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

a role I previously mentioned, and had yet to outline.

Coward/Traitor
The guy who breaks rank at the first sign of trouble, or hides an infectious bite from the group. Sometimes they turn on the group, completely, either through coersion, or a generally selfish nature, allying themselves with the monster/s directly, or incidentally serving the monsters' interest as a result of thinking only of their own. A character who fills this role, even though you're all but guaranteed to die, can be an excellent option for players who appreciate good roleplay, but aren't quite ready to commit to the game, long term, and, similar to the Skeptic, can (within reason) be an easy source of inner party conflict/tension. The GM and player can even agree to sneak this character in under a different role, just to prevent metagaming >:)
"You don't recognize me?... I'm still your captain, Foster. You must treat me with respect!" Virus

Digimon V3

So... Do I write when and where the portal grabs me, or do I just write a post, and you control that?

Digimon V3

First post is up! super excited! let's rock n' roll! (silly/sad part? I'm this excited, and I"m probably the oldest one here)

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

No worries, man. Thanks for the heads-up!

Digimon V3

Digimon V3

Hider

Name: Montegomery Freemont

Age: 21

Crest: Reliability

Appearance: Shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, combed back, blue eyes, freckles, black t-shirt under a denim jacket. blue jeans, black steel toed boots. Broad shoulders, lean but non athletic build, stands about 5'9". High cheek bones, clean shaven.

Bio:
"Monty", as friends called him, didn't have a childhood that was particularly good or bad, his over-protective father was too eager to make excuses for him, and, he took it to heart. Nothing was ever his fault, and he carried that attitude into his teen years.
He didn't take much of anything seriously; he always shirked his chores around the house, He had a gold fish graveyard in the backyard, and struggled in school. It wasn't for lack of learning; he always managed to pull through and move up a grade like normal. He just didn't take it seriously, and had an answer for everything. That was something he had in common with his father, his mother couldn't help but notice.
His parents fought a lot, and eventually, his dad's answer to his marital troubles was to leave. Monty thought he'd go live with him, eventually, but, he always had a reason why now wasn't a good time. By age 15, after a difficult conversation with his mom, and 2 years of his dad's excuses, he decided his dad wasn't the kind of man he wanted to be.
He managed to graduate high school on time, but, his mom got sick. So, thinking on what he thought his dad might do, he did the opposite and stuck around. She insisted she'd be fine with a live-in caregiver, but he wouldn't hear it. She'd need additional financial support, even with insurance, so, he got a job, and has been working ever since, occasionally struggling with decisions, fearful of taking a "wrong turn" and letting people down. He still messes up, sometimes, and is very hard on himself when he does. Sometimes, he actually creates problems for himself, pursuing objectives beyond the point where others would have, reasonably, cut their losses and let it go, just to prove to himself that he's better than his father.

My Digimon

Hider

Personality: A grounded sort; when Monty starts beating himself up, or overreacting, Terriermon talks him back down to reality.

Stage- Baby
Species: Poyomon
Attribute:Data
Technique- (Max 1)
1:Bubble

Stage- In-Training
Species:Gummymon
Attribute: Free
Technique- (Max 1)
1: Double Bubble

Stage- Rookie
Species:Terriermon
Attribute:Data
Technique- (Max 2, usually 1)
1:Terrier Punch

Stage- Champion
Species:Wendigomon
Attribute:Virus
Technique- (Max 3, typically 2)
1:Koko Crusher
2:Cable Crusher

Stage- Ultimate
Species:Andiramon
Attribute:Virus
Technique- (Max 3)
1: Arm Bomber

Stage- Mega
Species: Duftmon
Attribute:Vaccine
Technique- (Max 3)
1: Black Aura Blast

Digimon V3

Woo! XD I'll move my character sheet over! So excited, this is gonna be AWESOME! XD

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

Woo! got them formatted perfect on the first try! XD

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

In case any of you wanted a chance to nitpick MY work, here you go, 2 NPC's I intend to be reoccurring characters!

Malcolm Brand NPC

NPC Name:
Malcolm Brand
Physical Description:

Age:
45
Role:
The Man
Psychic:
N
Skills/Abilities of Note:
Bureaucrat, Intelligence, Law, Suspicious
Willpower:
8
Fear:

Background:
Malcolm pursued a career with the FBI out of a desire to serve justice for just as many fellow Americans as possible. However, he learned, over the course of his career, to never trust appearances. So, when he noticed things starting to seem… “Off”, he looked into it on his own time. He went in expecting standard official statements, but became very suspicious when he saw how quickly these statements were being put out, faster than could be coordinated between all the different organizations. It dawned on him that this was a knee-jerk cover, across the board, to prevent panic! He began digging deeper, wondering what could really prompt this; surely there was something more, beneath the surface? There were so many accounts that, of course, looked usual, but digging brought up… Inconsistencies, and troubling irregularities. Redacted testimonies, cases closed or dismissed improperly, evidence mishandled or just… Lost. Further digging suggest things that were, well, ridiculous, but, he had to let go of his skepticism on the chance that just beneath the impossible, the truth was there, waiting. He eventually stumbled upon “The Department”, and his Encounter was a result of trying to root out this “cabal” he thought he’d uncovered. He’s been part of The Department, ever since, doing everything within his power in the interests of fighting the good fight, and protecting John Q. Public; they needed it now, more than ever.
Previous Encounters:
Y
Encounter Summary:
Agent Brand had taken some paid leave, but was actually pursuing a personal investigation. His superiors had no idea what he was up to; what he was doing wasn’t strictly legal, so he couldn’t afford to go to his superiors until he knew for certain that he had something, and what it was, and he was certain some of the conspirators were in his own organization- he couldn’t afford being found out, only for them to cover their tracks. He’d managed to track someone tied to something he could only identify with research as “The Department”. A private investigator, someone named “Donald MacPherson”. There was a radical drop in his business records, but an up-swing in consultations and deputizing of this individual, all connected to strange cases… It almost felt like a trap, coming to stick his nose into one such investigation, but it was the best opportunity to come up, and he didn’t want to pass it up.
He paid no mind to the fog that swept in, he was too focused on tailing MacPherson, and figuring out what he was really up to.
Imagine his surprise, then, when he lost track of MacPherson, only to be surprised, and confronted by him! He should have expected a private eye would notice when he was being tailed. Not his finest moment.
MacPherson was almost frantic, raving at him about how he was going to spoil the whole plan- and then it attacked.
His research prior to arrival insisted it was a coyote or something, that had been aggressively stalking and attacking livestock in the area. Wrestling with it, as fast as things were happening, he could still clearly tell that this was absolutely NOT a coyote! Whatever it was, it had the drop on him- he couldn’t reach for his sidearm, and still keep it from taking a bite out of him! Thankfully, MacPherson didn’t scare easy, and he unloaded his weapon. He didn’t even kill it, whatever it was, but he did drive it off before it could more seriously injure him.
They managed to chase it down, and finish it off, where Brand got to then watch this thing dissolve to nothing. Later, Brand was given a surprise “interview”, and more or less brought into the fold.
It was too fantastic, and yet, it made all the pieces fit; it made no sense, but was also the only thing that allowed all of this to make sense.
He came back to work, a couple weeks later. When asked how his time off was, his only response was “Eye opening.”
Resources:
Sidearm, Organizational Ties
Odds of Survival:
N/A

Donald MacPherson NPC

NPC Name:
Donald MacPherson
Physical Description:

Age:
37
Role:
Survivor
Psychic:
N
Skills/Abilities of Note:
Investigation, Tenacity, Self Defense, Local
Willpower:
7
Fear:

Background:
Donald always had an ear for the rumor mill; a knack for sniffing out, and revealing the truth to whomever was interested. Private Investigation was a natural career choice, for him. It was suited to his skill set- you’d be surprised the information people make available when they think no-one is paying attention, how easily they’ll lead the way when they don’t know they’re being followed. Sure, people found him creepy, the way he’d just silently, effortlessly move about, occasionally surprising people, but, he just was the way he was.
Specializing in tailing people, discreetly, and disguise, his rather mundane jobs usually involved following, and surveiling, a given subject. Wives who needed ammunition for a divorce, Employers who suspect their workers were stealing, that kind of stuff, and an occasional missing person.
Then things got… Interesting.
He’d started getting more direct police involvement, in some areas, even having to travel. Apparently smaller police forces were finding themselves with their hands full, but refusing to form possies? They obviously wanted to project a sense of having things under control, but other departments, as well, like park services, fish and game, even department of livestock, all manner of groups that should have access to much better resources and people, were at a loss for other people to turn to.
After his Encounter, he closed his office, opened a website in it’s place, and took out a small loan to purchase a small camper- he had a feeling his work was going to have him traveling more, for the foreseeable future...
Previous Encounters:
Y
Encounter Summary:
He was taking a stroll down a small town main street; he’d just dropped off information for a job, collaborating with a bounty hunter (some idiot thought he could just skip town and miss his court date, over unpaid parking tickets, no less).
It was a dark and foggy night, in a town that called it a night, early, so being alone on the streets didn’t surprise or bother him. But, he began to get a feeling; he’d felt it, once before, in his life. In high school, he’d uncovered, and exposed, a ring of students who were selling test answers, stupid stuff. None-the-less, one of the football players (a beneficiary of this activity) thought it was worth revenge. Back then, he was just walking home, and he got this feeling, like a prickling at the back of his neck, and a strong sense of dread; like he was being watched, followed.
He was getting that same feeling, now.
He stopped when he started hearing slow, but heavy footsteps, somewhere behind him. Looking back, all he saw through the fog was the silhouette of a large man. The man was just… Standing there, now. He could see the mans’ shoulders rise and fall, like he was breathing hard, that same way someone seems to move when they’re very angry.
It wasn’t the ticket dodger; he was much bigger…
He called out to him, asked him directly, “Hey! Are you following me?” He didn’t answer. He just started slowly approaching him. Donald wisely decided he didn’t want this guy to catch up. He turned, and ran- he knew how to handle himself in a fight, but maybe this guy was drunk, but more importantly, he was an outsider; last thing he needed was assault charges from a local.
He sprinted to the local police department, where he informed them that a strange man was chasing him! The police didn’t question him further, just exchanged nervous glances, and that’s when he knew: This was not an isolated incident, and they were scared. They glanced to a wall, so he took a look as well, and saw a bulletin board. A bulletin board with missing persons’ fliers- LOTS of missing persons’ fliers. That’s when he knew, this was not the first time they’d heard about some prowler in the street, and that he had been lucky. Dumb lucky, that’s why he was still alive. He did not stay in town, after that night (and risk getting caught by that prowler?), but he did start looking into that town and it’s most recent history- he noticed an odd pattern- the disappearances and reports all came from the same part of town- on a whim, he compared it to local weather reports.
That fog was connected, somehow, it was perfectly consistent, and it was not an area known for such weather! Shortly after that, he was contacted by someone claiming to be a representative with Homeland security, at his apartment door. They said they just needed to rule out some concerns about a “troubling browser history and string of searches”, but this person was actually using there position to get in touch, and bring him into “The Department”! He learned what he could, and agreed to be more discreet, and work for them, when they called for his services.
He’d been wishing his job could be a little more interesting, and now, he realized why so many stories depicted such wishers as idiots.
Resources:
Sidearm, Small Camper Truck, Portable Tape Recorder, Digital Camera
Odds of Survival:
N/A

don't be surprised if I have to edit these; first time adding images, for example... -_-U