YAY in that case I'm in! Here's my character (or my first one at least, if Novy's a little too out there I can swap, but he's one of my best-developed chars and fits in well to the RPs I put him in, I find!)
Name:
November Morsus
Age:
42
Gender:
Male
What Are You Good At?
Leaving a good impression
Moving very quickly and very quietly
Anatomy and medicine
Knife fighting
Cooking and gardening
What Are You Bad At?
IMPULSE CONTROL
Keeping emotions in check
Fitting in/appearing "normal"
Having self esteem
Sobriety
Tell us a little about yourself in a maximum of four paragraphs!
November was never a very happy boy. He grew up in the British foster system, being bumped from house to house, always denied the warmth, love, and affection he longed for the most. This combined with his rather morbid set of interests (nothing turned his crank like gory horror and bloody medical media,) lead him to the conclusion that he was just, inherently evil, denied happiness for the same reason the villains in stories always lost. And things got worse from there.
At first, he was just a quiet, shy lad, turning his morbid fascination to good use by applying to medical school. He did well in all his classes, teased by the other students though he was, but still the loneliness gnawed a hole in his heart, bigger every day. That is, at least, until he met Adrian. He thought he'd never seen someone so beautiful, every part, every facet of him seemed to glow, even as he masked himself in the same dark clothes November wore.
November quickly fell into an obsession, barely able to hold himself together as he coaxed Adrian into a friendship with him, then something more. For what must have been the first time in his life, he was actually /happy/. But there was something that still gnawed at his insides, a twitching little desire that never stopped growing. He wanted to see what Adrian would look like in one of his horror films... He tried to ignore it, push it down, keep from thinking it. But the more he pushed away, the bigger it grew, until one day he woke to find Adrian tied up and wounded in his attic... Watched him get worse over weeks spent in a hazy red blur... Until he wasn't moving anymore.
Panic as he hid the body, waited with bated breath for the cops to bang down his door. But he'd been smart, and there was nothing. A long period of quiet, lonely despair, and then another name, another face to light up his days with an unstoppable fire. The names began to add up. Finally, the panic and despair, guilt and sorrow, grew big enough to overwhelm, and he simply fled into the night, terror pushing him across the Atlantic to America. It was there in his miserable hotel room, that he spotted a letter...
The second page of the application form is a little more ominous…
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The checklist was returned with a careful, elegant checkmark placed next to "vampires" and "harems."
I hereby proclaim that I am a member of the Mysterious Misery Society!