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Sir Basil
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JEFFREY CITY
Buildings, made of dark red bricks push up against a gloomy sky. The rain is persistent, but it is a drizzle rather than a thunderstorm and coats the town in a fog as thick and tangible as a human being. There are florists and cafes amongst the red buildings, and through the fog, the shadows of people are evident - going about their work with precision and diligence. Several cops mill around the brick walls, shouting orders into their radios, but the fog blurs the edges of the people and muffles their radio-chatter.
The cluster of red brick buildings give way into neat rows of white houses, all identical in construction, each with the remainder of a white picket fence. The town's construction screams 1950s american suburbia - but horribly twisted from disuse, as the doors hang off their hinges.They are boarded up, and choked with weeks, and the windows are covered with boards. There are words scrawled on the walls, but the frequent rain has partially covered them with moss. These complexes were built to refine the uranium rich in the soil in the soil, but the demand for the uranium began to steadily decrease, and these buildings were abandoned. The dangers of inhaling uranium began to gain more press and prevalence, and thus, the townsfolk fled to the red bricked buildings of old town, and have thrived there ever since. Chernobyl killed the new town 30 years after its construction. Old town remained, and people stayed for the fishing, the view, the wonder of nature - for the lumber that could still be harvested.
You've felt a pull to the town, to those red bricked buildings and white houses. It came from a letter in the mail - a white piece of typing paper with the words typed neatly on it. There only needed to be five, "Meet me in Jeffrey City" and then a scrawl of a signature, and unreadable scribble. Maybe you were hoping it was somebody you loved. Or you came for the mystery of it. Or you came with faith that this was fate, and that you were meant to go to Jeffrey City and see what you could see. You came here by bus, by train, by boat, and arrived at the quiet, foggy sea-side town. You glance at the sign that welcomes you to the town. A wooden sign that proudly denotes a population of several thousand, and the name of the town in all capitals, arching over the sign and the population counter.
Welcome to Jeffrey City.
The cluster of red brick buildings give way into neat rows of white houses, all identical in construction, each with the remainder of a white picket fence. The town's construction screams 1950s american suburbia - but horribly twisted from disuse, as the doors hang off their hinges.They are boarded up, and choked with weeks, and the windows are covered with boards. There are words scrawled on the walls, but the frequent rain has partially covered them with moss. These complexes were built to refine the uranium rich in the soil in the soil, but the demand for the uranium began to steadily decrease, and these buildings were abandoned. The dangers of inhaling uranium began to gain more press and prevalence, and thus, the townsfolk fled to the red bricked buildings of old town, and have thrived there ever since. Chernobyl killed the new town 30 years after its construction. Old town remained, and people stayed for the fishing, the view, the wonder of nature - for the lumber that could still be harvested.
You've felt a pull to the town, to those red bricked buildings and white houses. It came from a letter in the mail - a white piece of typing paper with the words typed neatly on it. There only needed to be five, "Meet me in Jeffrey City" and then a scrawl of a signature, and unreadable scribble. Maybe you were hoping it was somebody you loved. Or you came for the mystery of it. Or you came with faith that this was fate, and that you were meant to go to Jeffrey City and see what you could see. You came here by bus, by train, by boat, and arrived at the quiet, foggy sea-side town. You glance at the sign that welcomes you to the town. A wooden sign that proudly denotes a population of several thousand, and the name of the town in all capitals, arching over the sign and the population counter.
Welcome to Jeffrey City.
Jeffrey City is primarily a mystery and investigative RP with a bit of horror and psychological thriller mixed in. The goal of the players is to find out who called them and why, and unravel the mysteries of Jeffrey City - and there are a lot of them. Jeffrey City is sort of a spiritual sister to 'Silent Hill' and 'Twin Peaks', and has elements of puzzle solving, investigation, and obviously, revelations.
Here's the character sheet:
Name: (Name, obviously)
Age: (Age, again, obviously)
Occupation: (What your character does, and whether they hold a regular job)
Personality: (Self Explanatory)
Appearance: (Picture or Text or Both)
Backstory: (You don't have to write a novel, but to give me some clue as to why you came to Jeffrey City)
To Be Copied:
Name:
Age:
Occupation:
Personality:
Appearance:
Backstory:
