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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

@rocketrobie2 Accepted.

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝

Tentative interest, but a bit more info about what the RP will contain and/or focus on would be nice.

@CollectorOfMyst

Investigation, Horror, Survival.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

I'll be starting this RP shortly.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

I fucking left my laptop charger across the country so posting will probably be delayed

@False Prophet

Any update on this ?

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝

Thanks.

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝

Ok. But how futuristic can i get with it?

@Steel Legion

As much as I'll allow.

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝

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𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝. 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝-𝚒𝚏𝚜. 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛.

𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛. 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜' 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 - 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛.

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚄𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗, 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍?

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 - 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Besides False anyone else we're waiting on?

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

@DarckLeon @PatientBean@Kaggs@Theyra@Angstyrainbow Accepted move your characters over.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

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_{Norman Wicker
◄ 40 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'11 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

Nobody really knows Norman and he likes to keep it that way. For those that know of his past, he’s surprisingly well put together for a felon. He goes to church, doesn’t raise his voice, and usually makes a point to avoid conflict. This doesn’t mean he’s a pacifist, hell no. It’s a complicated set of circumstances that leans a bit more into his fears of losing control of the situation. Calm. Cool. Collected. That’s Norman Wicker. He can be a bit of a grump…or maybe he’s not the best at communicating. His voice, words, and mannerisms are rather gruff. He gives off a jaded impression towards most people. Deep down, Norman sees himself as a mildly pathetic man- that’s why he’s doing work with the NSPD as a detective. He craves redemption, and anybody familiar with him would know exactly why. He’s got blood on his hands, but he’s also decently clever and a unique perspective to offer towards the investigation.

Behind his usually apathetic demeanor, Norman is a nervous person. He's paranoid by nature thanks to his tenure in state prison. Getting close to people…yeah, no. Not his forté. Relationships are messy. At least he’s polite with his coworkers, as they partially scare him. Perhaps his anxieties are worsened by the pressure of being constantly monitored for his behavior. Prevention is the best intervention in his book, after all. Nobody can tell if he’s being a bootlicking schmuck to walk free of if he’s serious about atoning- probably because he’s not saying much.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

Born in 2005, Norman’s childhood is largely unimportant. His father was a preacher, and his mother…eh, he doesn’t want to talk about her. She’s buried in his hometown of Sterling, Connecticut. How he got to Washington State was the result of a muddy divorce, several marriages, and jumping from state to state for work. This all took place between the ages of 9-15. It wasn’t a broken homelife, but it wasn’t exactly stable.

The real story starts when Norman was 21-years-old and the newest, most optimistic recruit of the NSPD. Yes, the city ate him alive. No, it wasn’t pretty. It’s astonishing what time can do to a person. He started having a change of heart, but was in too deep with a current case to back out. BLAH BLAH BLAH ETC ETC wait perf i thought he was a felon? Im not FINISHED

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Felon

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hilip Wicker - Younger brother who followed the family tradition and became a preacher. Nobody says it, but he’s the family favorite.

Theodore “Teddy” Gallagher - Norman’s 19-year-old son that he doesn’t talk to often. Teddy doesn’t like to associate with his father because of his criminal record. They never really got to know each other.

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