Lantern, SPIRIT! (Dark Fantasy, Action-Adventure RP)

[helblindi]

oho i'm intrigued *v*

i might think up a character as well if there's still room!

 

[Scath]

I'm going to be a bit delayed in getting my character up, I'll be without internet till late friday.

 

[Larry]

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Name: Anthony Stapleton

Age: Twenty-eight years of age.
Height: 6'0 (six foot).
Weight: 190 pounds.

Personality:
Of all things that he may be called, if you were to call Anthony paranoid, you hit the bulls eye. Inheriting a devout Catholic faith from his Irish immigrant parents, the man is constantly weary of any thoughts or action that may entice him to venial sin or, God forbid it so, mortal sin. While it does make for an evergoing cross-examination of his past, present and future behaviour, he undertakes the challenge with a smile on his face for he believes such diligence and temperance rewards itself in that it helps grow the virtues within himself. However, this side of his personality is quite hidden to those around, nor would he confide such information in even the closest of friends. Among colleagues and even strangers, Anthony is described as a warm, bubbly and endearing figure, one whose company you would very much want to have in your company. Known for his nearly childish exuberance, the man is quick to make companions but never finds himself able to really connect, concealing a slight loathing for the secular nature of most of his companions. For this reason, he finds himself aloft after a few weeks after befriending, only to acknowledge with measly talk of "Hello" and "How are ya now?" For Anthony, fear is greater than love and this is seen through his devotion, as he believes fear is quite the healthy thing, for it keeps one alive to live another day. He has a strong sense of justice and a desire to purge evil, in both the secular and ecclesiastical spheres if he has the ability to do so himself, while in uniform and through apologetics.
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Biography:
Anthony Stapleton was born the son of Michael Stapleton and Emily Stapleton on the 11th of November, 1984 in Brooklyn, New York City. His two parents immigrated to the United States with the hope of a new life, as most people who come to those shores do. Both of his parents had been teachers, so naturally enough they found employment in the St. Francis Xavier High School, where Anthony soon found himself being educated. Despite not explicitly saying so, in fact the opposite probably seemed to be so, but the young Stapleton enjoyed his time at the high school, the classes always being of great history, especially those having to do with history and Latin. Yet, while being somewhat academic, Anthony always had a yearning for something much more fulfilling in his eyes; that being the life of a police officer. After working for a few years in a local store, Anthony found himself in the NYPD Police Academy, proving himself to be a diligent, committed recruit. Then in 2005, he graduate from the academy, being paired with an experienced officer, who himself also happened to be of Irish-Catholic descent, Brendan Lynch. The two came to know each other well, and thus by their friendship, their respective families came to be close with one another and often had dinner together on a Sunday after Mass. Anthony has found himself on the job for nearly seven years, earning the respect of both his department and the people of Brooklyn.

Life Wish: To do onto others as he would have done unto himself.

Death Scene: Anthony was shot fatally, a bullet piercing his heart when apprehending bank robbers on the 7th of October, 2012. ​

 

[Larry]

@Gossamer, have you thought about the idea of Discord group for the roleplay? :)

 

[Camleen]

Name: Moya Judith Ellington

Age: 26
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 123 lbs

Personality: One of the people she is close to once referred to Moya as being a 'Princess'. In the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, the way she treated others. She always tries to be proper, almost stoic. In charge, essentially. This is carried with her onstage. When she is in front of an audience, she commands them with just a look. With just her voice. Now that doesn't mean she's without humor or anything of the like. Once you get passed those barriers she's erected for herself, she's a very loving and compassionate person. Especially in regards to those she considers her friends.

Biography: Moya was born in Chicago, on South Prairie Avenue. She was born into a family of musicians, her father the bass player in a local band and her mother a gospel hymnal artist. So from the start music was in her blood and in the atmosphere all around her. She first joined the choir of her church, the Willow Creek Community Church. She was a star from the start, stealing the show every time she performed with the choir. She was one of the youngest in the church's history to be allowed a solo performance during their major celebrations.
She was enthralled by the spotlight, by the eyes on her as she sang her heart out. Growing up she continued to train her voice, her onstage presence. By the time she had gotten into high school, she was playing in small clubs all around the city. She decided that she wanted to ensure that no one who saw heard her sing would ever forget her. That she would forever be a memory in their hearts.
But Moya seemed to be restricted to those small clubs. She would sing in the same few jazz clubs over and over. She certainly had the talent to be signed to a big record label, but she seemed hesitant to do it. She felt happiest when she was able to play in those small intimate settings. Where she could see the eyes of every single person she sang for. But in the passed few months that wish was starting to be curbed by the thought of reaching out to a national audience, an international audience with her music.

Life Wish: To get as much exposure as possible, to be able to use her talents and help others. She wants more than just fame and riches, she wants her life to really mean something. For her actions to be for something positive, to use celebrity to help the city she grew up in.

Death Scene: It happened so suddenly, she never even had a chance to hear the gun go off.
Mischa Rosenbaum was at many of her gigs, it was obvious to all he was in love with the singer. He seemed harmless enough, just a lonely guy that had latched onto something entertaining in his empty life. And over the months, he would get more and more bold. 'Accidentally' running into Moya after a performance, coincidentally being at the same grocery store she shopped at when she was there, jogging at the same time in the same park she did. But she thought nothing of it, she thought he was just a fan.
After her last gig, Mischa confronted her behind the club she had played at. He confessed his love for her, and he told her that he knew the songs she sang was for him. Most especially the intimate ballads she had mastered over the years. She told him that perhaps he needed to find something in his life, or someone in his life. She didn't want to be mean to him, but she didn't want to deal with him either. So she walked away from him. And that didn't go over to well with Mischa. As she walked away, he called out to her "It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not." And with that he pulled a pistol from his waistband and fired a single shot at the back of Moya's head.
She never even had the chance to hear the gun go off.

 

[Isomia.n]

Just finished writing up my character. Excuse any grammar errors it may have since I haven't thoroughly looked over it yet. I'll fix any and all later but for now I seriously have to go pass out.
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[Karyra]

I should be able to sit down and write a character tomorrow or during the weekend. First week of school is always chaotic.

 

[Dip]

gah;;; it just feels like im falling behind in a lot of group rps lately! ill work on the character sheet more when i get this bitch of a homework assignment done. i'll do half now, and half tomorrow morning before class.

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[rechonq]

WIP

Picture:

Temptation

I am very tempted to use this, especially after the bald man talk, but I think I'll go with something else.

Name: Leebo Dantels
Age: 32
Height: 6'0
Weight: 75kg

Personality: Leebo is a very caring and open guy. He's willing to listen to anything anyone has to say and is willing to share anything about himself too. Unfortunately, he's not a very interesting guy. He's not very interested in drama and can be pretty clueless to his surroundings, especially social cues. He is sort of random and doesn't really know where in society he fits, mostly because he can get along with everyone. He is really only average at everything he does, but he is average at everything he tries. He is pretty tough though, both physically and mentally. Insults and punches alike seem to roll off of him.

Biography: He attended college to become a robotics engineer, but failed after three years. After that he enlisted in the JSDF as a specialist radio maintainer. He ended that career after three years and now works radio tower maintenance for Softbank. He likes all sorts of things and has various groups of friends for each activity in which he is involved. He doesn't need much sleep and that gives him the ability to juggle so many different things. He has had a few girlfriends, but after a

Life Wish: To do something well enough that people recognize him for it.

Death Scene: Leebo was working on connections on a tower with a high power lines passing nearby. He shut down power to the lines, but he went back to work before the capacitors discharged. As a result an arc of electricity bolted out and shocked him. The shock stopped his heart for a moment, but it started back up again as he began to fall several stories from the top of the tower. He died instantly upon impact.

 

[Joan]

Hmm...
Hmmmmm?

I finally give in and click this and I find that it's actually extremely interesting and that half of Lunardust is over here o.o I might do this, depending on how the next few days shape up.

If I do do this, I'll go ahead and play a military type since @Camleen appears to have opted for the rock star instead and I like military types.

 

[Dip]

i finally finished.....

some part of my code broke BUT EHHH... FUCK IT. IM OUTie peace all and good night. ​

 

[Isomia.n]

i finally finished.....

some part of my code broke BUT EHHH... FUCK IT. IM OUTie peace all and good night. ​

That death scene sounded so mysterious. 11/10 need some background context to that craziness.

Edit: CONGRATS ON FINISHING YOUR CHARACTER
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[Karyra]

Name:
Sarah Albright

Age:
23

Height:
5' 7"

Weight:
142 lbs

Personality:
Sarah isn't as rough and tumble as one would believe. Underneath all her bluster and rudeness, she genuinely cares about people, and this is the reason she's a daycare teacher. Once she knows someone pretty well, she drops some of the tough girl act, showing her concern openly. In many ways it can get annoying, as she tends to make sure everyone is eating, and asks about it six times a day. Since she's used to dealing with kids, she may also often slip into 'mom mode' where she begins to become overprotective and speaks simply to someone. In many ways, she isn't used to dealing with adults, and sometimes can come across as condescending or rude.

Biography:
Sarah had been an unwanted child. It had been an accident, that she had been born. She had always been told this, like a reminder hanging over her head since she could remember. She'd been born into a rich family after an affair produced what would be the only child of the union. Sarah had been taken in and claimed as their true daughter, but in secret her mother would keep her locked in her room. Her father tried to give her things, but they were for a different child, one that had been perfect in their minds. The one they had truly wanted, not Sarah.

She tried to bear their expectations as best she could, but she was too tall, always too loud, and when she learned their expectations were unattainable, she rebelled. She became everything her parents hated just for the sake of living how she wanted to. Naturally, this created a rift between them and her. Over time it became too deep to ever heal, and Sarah didn't feel bad for turning her back on them.

Sarah moved out the second she was eighteen and learned everything she needed to, in order to get a job somewhere, anywhere. The only place that took her was a small daycare that was desperate for help. She wasn't certain that she'd be able to get along with the children at first, but quickly became a favorite teacher there and learned everything she needed to in order to remain at the daycare.

Life Wish:
To do the thing that makes her happy, helping kids in any way she can.

Death Scene:

She shouldn't have interfered in the kidnapping. Sarah should have ignored the car she'd never seen before and stayed inside where she would later be questioned if she had stayed inside. If she had done this there would have been no casualties, and everything would have been resolved all the quicker.

But she interfered in the kidnapping. She went outside.

They had been after a toddler whose parents owned some big technology group that was worth a lot of money. The parents believed that their child would be safer going to a small daycare and that they wouldn't have needed too many bodyguards. They were wrong.

The kidnappers managed to knock out Sarah and kidnap the child, and the sudden upset in their plans caused them stress. Sarah didn't have anyone to make them give up a ransom, so she was a witness. They didn't want to kill her, but the day they had the hostage release, the big man who was in charge decided to make an example for any brave heroes on the police force.

She said with her last breath before they strangled her to the child who had been taken along with her, "don't look... please turn around.... do as they say."

They made Sarah kneel, wrapped a rope around her neck, and put a boot to her back.​

 

[Skyswimsky]

Bice's death scene reminded me a tad of a certain nosleep story, The Dinner Bell. :3

 

[Camleen]

I'm so sorry, but I need to drop from this. I'm terribly sorry.

 

[Scath]

Very much a work in progress...will edit, add and change things throughout the day.

Name: Tural Dalca
Age: 25
Occupation:
College Student, Master's degree in History (Myths and legends around the world) (Now dead of course)
Eyes: Either a very dark brown or black
Hair: Black, long
Height: A solid 5'4
Body type: Can either be viewed as an effeminate male, or a lightly masculine female. Body gives no clear clue of gender unless bare.
Other: the pronouns she, he and it can be used. Tural doesn't care and will answer to any of them.
Personality:
(To be edited for sure).

There, Aylin is known as Tiên, and she is the resident 'counselor' for the nightclub patrons. People could go to her and talk about anything knowing that what they said was strictly confidential and would not be told to anyone else.
Tiên is the fae personality that Tural harbors.

Biography: TBD
Life Wish: Tural desired to travel and see sites where history took place, Was also planning on getting a Doctorate's degree in History.
Death Scene: It was a Sunday morning, the air was chilly with a hint of rain and the streets were deserted. Truthfully, nothing appeared to be wrong, everything was normal, calm and peaceful. Even Tiên, whose instinct for negativity was strong, could sense nothing out of the ordinary as (s)he walked back the vintage car that was to be the ride home. All Tural wanted was to get home and get some sleep. Sleep came, but it was not what (s)he was expecting. It was the appearance of a male stepping out of a nearby ally in front, and the sound of someone stepping out of an alley from behind, it was the blaring of instinct, the rough grab and toss, the whisper of a blackened blade. Sleep came, but it was not the 'little death'.

 

[Vivian]

Name: Jackson Lancaster

Age:24

Height:6'5

Weight: 89kg
Personality: Jackson is a calm young man, and rather introvert. This isn't because of crippling shyness but his mere desire for peace and quiet. He's cautious (maybe a bit too careful as his friends would correct him), meticulous and sharp. Although he means to do his best and help others, he tends to make the situation worse than what it is with his downer of a personality. Despite being brilliant, he's not immune to doing idiotic things, if there's a challenge he'll take it, regardless if he can do it or not, all that needs to be said is "I bet you can't," his friends for this very reason enjoy taking him out drinking. Although he has a serious personality, he is well liked for having good intentions and being reliable.

Biography: Jackson was born on Dec. 24, 1993, in a tiny town in Illinois. If you asked him where specifically he'll promptly answer with "In buttfuck nowhere." At the age of four his uncle died, murdered to be specific, and being so young and oblivious to the situation sparked curiosity instead of grief, and over the years grew more and more curious about what happened to people after they died after finding out what death is. The topic is obviously a touchy one, so his interests were left in the closet, not wanting to bring up any unpleasant memories to his mother and father. His life as quiet as a pathologist could get.

Life Wish: "I want to solve the greatest mystery!"

Death Scene: A criminal never returns to the crime scene. Especially if the crime scene were a murder, but such a saying has been proven wrong.
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Super sorry this took retardedly long! I'll have his death scene written up by the time I get home.

 

[Ashi]

So many pretty men~!

 

[Larry]

I haven't even shown what I look like yet! Are you spying on me? ;)

 

[Ashi]

Oh, no! I've been found out!

Run away!