What Does It Mean to Die Again? [OOC/Open]

[Greater Orensta]

This is a really rough outline
I'll be adding onto it by editing and when it's done I'll repost it

W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.

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Name:Omar Al-Bashir
Age:25
Years in Purgatory: 34
Occupation:
Prior OccupationSoldier

Appearance

Character Bio:Born in Tehran in 1957, His father was a baker, and his mother stayed home, His child hood was pretty normal, he had friends to play with, no mental issues or problems, it was when he was 22 when the cold war was at its peak, at least in the middle East, he always admired the Soviets, and when the Soviets invaded Afghanistan, Where he was now living, he was determined to join the Red army. When he was denied, Omar was outraged, but a year later, he joined a Communist militia, he fought along side the Red army for two years before the Mujahideen and American military moved to their location, the militia was disdanded, a year later, he was killed by US troops anyway
Personality: Omar is persistent, yet hard headed, smart, yet stubborn, he will hold a grudge and never let go
How much do you Remember?: fighting in the war, all the people,from soldiers to civillians that he killed, and his own death


Likes and Dislikes: Likes:Guns, knives, food, Soviets, His family
Dislikes:Capitalists, Idiocy, The UN.
Alignment: neutral evil
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4

Accept the Rules?: [X ] Yes [ ] No
If no, reason:
RP Sample: I'm new, so none?

short summary:Omar was a man turned soldier for the reason of a political alignment, persuaded to kill, taking innocent lives, before his opponents took his own.

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#DEADMAN
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[Vubaria]

It's good. I quite like the bio, actually.

I call this accepted. Give him a donut.

Thanks!

[The Burning Sun]

This is a really rough outline
I'll be adding onto it by editing and when it's done I'll repost it

W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.

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(DELETE ANYTHING IN PARENTHESIS)

Name:Omar Al-Bashir
Age:25
Years in Purgatory: 34
Occupation:
Prior OccupationSoldier
Might wanna check that over before Saleon yells at you...

Hint: It's about reading the rules.

Appearance
(Image)

Character Bio:Born in Tehran in 1957, His father was a baker, and his mother stayed home, His child hood was pretty normal, he had friends to play with, no mental issues or problems, it was when he was 22 when the cold war was at its peak, at least in the middle East, he always admired the Soviets, and when the Soviets invaded Afghanistan, Where he was now living, he was determined to join the Red army. When he was denied, Omar was outraged, but a year later, he joined a Communist militia, he fought along side the Red army for two years before the Mujahideen and American military moved to their location, the militia was disdanded, a year later, he was killed by US troops anyway
Personality: Omar is persistent, yet hard headed, smart, yet stubborn, he will hold a grudge and never let go
How much do you Remember?: fighting in the war, all the people,from soldiers to civillians that he killed, and his own death


Likes and Dislikes: Likes:Guns, knives, food, Soviets, His family
Dislikes:Capitalists, Idiocy, The UN.
Alignment: neutral evil
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4

Accept the Rules?: [X ] Yes [ ] No
If no, reason:
RP Sample: I'm new, so none?

short summary:Omar was a man turned soldier for the reason of a political alignment, persuaded to kill, taking innocent lives, before his opponents took his own.

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#DEADMAN
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[Greater Orensta]

This is a really rough outline
I'll be adding onto it by editing and when it's done I'll repost it

W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.

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(DELETE ANYTHING IN PARENTHESIS)

Name:Omar Al-Bashir
Age:25
Years in Purgatory: 34
Occupation:
Prior OccupationSoldier
Might wanna check that over before Saleon yells at you...

Hint: It's about reading the rules.

Appearance
(Image)

Character Bio:Born in Tehran in 1957, His father was a baker, and his mother stayed home, His child hood was pretty normal, he had friends to play with, no mental issues or problems, it was when he was 22 when the cold war was at its peak, at least in the middle East, he always admired the Soviets, and when the Soviets invaded Afghanistan, Where he was now living, he was determined to join the Red army. When he was denied, Omar was outraged, but a year later, he joined a Communist militia, he fought along side the Red army for two years before the Mujahideen and American military moved to their location, the militia was disdanded, a year later, he was killed by US troops anyway
Personality: Omar is persistent, yet hard headed, smart, yet stubborn, he will hold a grudge and never let go
How much do you Remember?: fighting in the war, all the people,from soldiers to civillians that he killed, and his own death


Likes and Dislikes: Likes:Guns, knives, food, Soviets, His family
Dislikes:Capitalists, Idiocy, The UN.
Alignment: neutral evil
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4

Accept the Rules?: [X ] Yes [ ] No
If no, reason:
RP Sample: I'm new, so none?

short summary:Omar was a man turned soldier for the reason of a political alignment, persuaded to kill, taking innocent lives, before his opponents took his own.

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#DEADMAN
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I'm new to this! I can't get everything right first try

[Saleon]

I'm new to this! I can't get everything right first try

don't worry, take your time and don't be afraid to ask for help, if need be.

[Greater Orensta]

I'm new to this! I can't get everything right first try

don't worry, take your time and don't be afraid to ask for help, if need be.

Ok
Please don't end my short life

[The Burning Sun]

This is a really rough outline
I'll be adding onto it by editing and when it's done I'll repost it

W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.

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(DELETE ANYTHING IN PARENTHESIS)

Name:Omar Al-Bashir
Age:25
Years in Purgatory: 34
Occupation:
Prior OccupationSoldier
Might wanna check that over before Saleon yells at you...

Hint: It's about reading the rules.

Appearance
(Image)

Character Bio:Born in Tehran in 1957, His father was a baker, and his mother stayed home, His child hood was pretty normal, he had friends to play with, no mental issues or problems, it was when he was 22 when the cold war was at its peak, at least in the middle East, he always admired the Soviets, and when the Soviets invaded Afghanistan, Where he was now living, he was determined to join the Red army. When he was denied, Omar was outraged, but a year later, he joined a Communist militia, he fought along side the Red army for two years before the Mujahideen and American military moved to their location, the militia was disdanded, a year later, he was killed by US troops anyway
Personality: Omar is persistent, yet hard headed, smart, yet stubborn, he will hold a grudge and never let go
How much do you Remember?: fighting in the war, all the people,from soldiers to civillians that he killed, and his own death


Likes and Dislikes: Likes:Guns, knives, food, Soviets, His family
Dislikes:Capitalists, Idiocy, The UN.
Alignment: neutral evil
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4

Accept the Rules?: [X ] Yes [ ] No
If no, reason:
RP Sample: I'm new, so none?

short summary:Omar was a man turned soldier for the reason of a political alignment, persuaded to kill, taking innocent lives, before his opponents took his own.

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#DEADMAN
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Huh? I guess I screwed up really hard when I tried to comment.

I was trying to warn you about the "Reading the rules" bit.

Cuz you got it wrong.

[Sindrya]

Does Purgatory have a police system? Like, Purgatory City Police Department?

[Empire of Donner land]

Does Purgatory have a police system? Like, Purgatory City Police Department?

Ide say yeah, it does.

[Sindrya]

Does Purgatory have a police system? Like, Purgatory City Police Department?

Ide say yeah, it does.

Good.

[The Burning Sun]

Ide say yeah, it does.

Good.

More like a Vigilante Corps.

[Empire of Donner land]

Good.

More like a Vigilante Corps.

Something like that. Their probably somewhat organized.

[Saleon]

More like a Vigilante Corps.

Something like that. Their probably somewhat organized.

there are more formal authorities as well. Not enough for a police corps. It is more of a leader figure, you'll see. Vigilante groups are a yes, so is them being organized.

[Sindrya]

Something like that. Their probably somewhat organized.

there are more formal authorities as well. Not enough for a police corps. It is more of a leader figure, you'll see. Vigilante groups are a yes, so is them being organized.

Well, my basic idea is the Purgatory City Police Department was formed from a small group of people who had an idea why they were sent here after death, and they want to try to get to heaven, by doing some good. It doesn't matter to them whether the bad things in this city will end, they just want to know that they've done some good, maybe enough to grant them passage to Paradise. However, this police force is a little bit religious, because they also suppress the spread of magic spells.

This sounds better in my head.

[Empire of Donner land]

there are more formal authorities as well. Not enough for a police corps. It is more of a leader figure, you'll see. Vigilante groups are a yes, so is them being organized.

Well, my basic idea is the Purgatory City Police Department was formed from a small group of people who had an idea why they were sent here after death, and they want to try to get to heaven, by doing some good. It doesn't matter to them whether the bad things in this city will end, they just want to know that they've done some good, maybe enough to grant them passage to Paradise. However, this police force is a little bit religious, because they also suppress the spread of magic spells.

This sounds better in my head.

This only makes my idea for a character all the more better.

[Saleon]

W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.

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Name: Amberlyn "Amber" Faust
Age: 23
Years in Purgatory: hundreds
Occupation: sheriff
Prior Occupation Countess

Appearance

Character Bio:
Faust grew up under the ownership of the original Mr. Faust. The same to bargain with a devil was also the same to raise her as a father figure. After his death, she took on much his legacy, money, and political clout. Her memory of life as a countess is vague, and all she remembers is much of her time with Mr. Faust. After her death, though, she took on a very different personality. Maybe it was her personality she hid from the bourgeoisie parties, and fake appearances.

She became known as the Constable, due to her want to maintain peace, or her an ambitious want to hold some position of authority. Either way, she has worked to keep order and justice in this hellhole. But that has not made her the paragon of good. She is no saint that the angels may protect, she is more than willing to use the dark and nefarious powers to her advantage. Very few people even know of her use of magic, mostly because she doesn't even need to buy ingredients. Any black magic practitioner to try some evil ritual gets caught, and all ingredients they may have used become a smorgasbord of free magic. This is how she spends her day life.

She has little relation to the "Purgatory Police Department," willing to mock their "justice," but she is often willing to work as a consultant.

At night, she can be found enjoying, well, the night life. She is famous, in certain circles, for her seductive and sultry swipes at many women of any age and orientation; even swayed a couple towards her side occasionally. She is a lover, and a fighter. In her past life, she was just as famous for her romances, often multiple women at once. She never found anyone she loved, but she did find people to keep her company, and her pleasure. Who doesn't want to be a vampire's lover? Many people already know she isn't a keeper, some view her as a past time, but can one move past that? She never met anyone in her past life, but does that change anything?

Personality:
Amber Faust, known in many circles as the Constable, is stern, pessimistic, and gruff. She is authoritative and caring. She is serious to a fault, and is usually unfazed by a gruesome scene. She has seen things, to say the least. She does have her flaws: her attentiveness and love for the peace often means she will go too far, even calling upon black magic, and spends much of her nights by a different woman. She has a seductive edge, but she can be caring towards others, maybe in a way destructive of herself.

How much do you Remember?:
She remembers little of her past, fragments; not even a clue of her death. She has some sense of betrayal. The big thing she knows comes from her last name: faust. He is a legend in and of himself, so the name has come up before.


Likes and Dislikes: Amber loves hard alcohol, women of all ages, and cute things... she doesn't talk about cute things much, but she does. She might not show it, but she does. She hates spiteful people and unwanted male attention.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Theme: This Little Girl

Accept the Rules?: [ ] Yes [X] No
If no, reason: F@ck the rules, I am... the LAW!
RP Sample: bish pleas.

short summary: Amber Faust is one of the longest living members of Purgatory. She has taken on a leadership role, and she is also known for her more promiscuous love life; most women who become her partners already know her as a player, sometimes called the Vampire's Lover, and don't expect to stick with her. She is goes to any extent to maintain peace in Purgatory.

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#DEADMAN

[Republic of the Cristo]

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W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.

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Name: Fredric Kaine
Age: 10
Years in Purgatory: 102
Occupation: I am a courier
Prior Occupation I was a child

Appearance

Character Bio: Fredric was born into a middle class family in the countryside surrounding Dresden, Germany in 1904. He had a loving father and an equally caring mother. He lived on a farm with his 3 younger sisters. Fredric was a happy boy, whom had a deep relationship with his father and loved it when ever he played the fiddle. After being outside during a storm one day however, in 1914, Fredric caught pneumonia. He had become very sick, and after a week of his family sitting next to his bedside, he died. Over the last 102 years in Purgatory, Fredric has been looking for a way out and back to his family. He had taken up the job of courier about 40 years ago so that he could get to know every one in Purgatory, so that he may yet find some information of value in his escape. Amongst the other " children " of Purgatory, he likes to keep a correspondence with. They keep their eyes peeled and rely anything of intrigue back to Fredric.
Personality: Is a kind person at heart, is a good friend, cares for the scared - is ruthless, and is a liar.
How much do you Remember?: He remembers that he had a father he loved, he remembers beautiful fiddle music, remembers that he was a German, and remembers he was a school boy.


Likes and Dislikes: Fredric likes other children, fiddle music, and toys - Fredric dislikes fighting, being cold, and water
Alignment: true Neutral
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dotzGF_9-Sc

Accept the Rules?: [x] Yes [ ] No
If no, reason: I did not read the rules, I read the orders
RP Sample:

The funny thing about India is, is that it is extremely rich. India posses Gems and dye in the south, Gold and precious ores in the north, spices and herbs in the east, and bountiful harvests in every direction. India has the mineral and natural wealth to become the worlds cornucopia. India is however, at the moment, mostly consisting of dirt poor and uneducated peasants whom live off of scraps on a daily basis. The reason why India is poor, despite their massive natural wealth, is the result of a centaury's long off and on civil war, exploitation by European powers, and a series of corrupt governments. All of these problems compounded together has left India very little room to grow economically.

In the Mughal Empire, which encompasses the northern section of the Sub continent, a very privileged finely dressed gentleman is pondering the conditions of people he has hardly ever met. His name was Benarii Fusal, he is the high king, or Maharaja, over the Mughal Empire and all of it's 200 million subjects. He was present at the Red Fort, a lavish center for the Imperial Military command, to speak with his advisors. What they were speaking on did not necessarily have anything to do with military matters, it was simply that the Red Fort was a secure location for such private government affairs. His highness the Maharaja lay upon a lavish bed set up underneath a shade roof set up in the officer's garden of the fort. Underneath the roof also were his Vizier of Finance, Foreign relations, Internal affairs, and his Lord High General. They too were laying upon lavish beds ( of course, not as lavish as his highness's ).

His highness watched as his Vizier of finance sipped his Turkish coffee. " Are you quite certain we cannot cut costs somewhere else? " The vizier put down his coffee on a small plate. " Quite certain your highness. As General Takesh has made amply clear, " he motioned over to the long bearded man sitting on the bed opposite him, " the border is in the most desperate need out of all our projects for funds, so we cannot cut from there. Every other department has their hand's behind their backs as it is. The only place which I could forsee a cut would be in... your uh, living expenses your highness. But you have already cut them 3 times, so I suppose you wouldn't want to do that. " Every single man at that moment was uncomfortably aware at the extravagance of this meeting. " I am afraid we just don't have the capital for any lengthy efforts of industrialization. "

" Vizier Mubarak is correct. " General Takesh spoke up, " even the military cannot receive the upgrades we need. Many of my men are still using muskets. It appears that everyone is in need of funds which we simply do not have. " The group became quite at the revelation, as the men stared at their Maharaja for his answer to the situation. Benarii Fusal was a middle aged man, with handsome and clean cut features. He had inherited the throne 4 years ago, and it was around that time that he had found out that his nation was in dire straits. It didn't have enough money to modernize, the military had to be constantly upped in terms of funding in order to continue matching the Marathi standards, and perhaps worst of all, the government was completely factionalized. Officially, there were no political parties in the Mughal Empire, but unofficially, nearly every man at this current meeting was apart of a clique. General Takesh was with the militarists; who believed that nearly all funding should go towards crushing the southerners. Vizier Mubarak was with the , so called, royalists; men who claimed to be on the side of the Maharaja, but really want to do his job for him. Vizier of Foreign relations. Fa'ad was with the liberals; men whom wished to adopt western social and political values. Although they have not vocally advocated for a republic just yet, his highness was no fool. These men had plagued his father, and now they plague him. Always vying for power, always placing their ideological and group needs over that of the Empire itself. All except Vizier of Internal affairs. Achmadeenajad; it didn't appear he was in any clique... and was disturbingly quite.

His highness looked over at Fa'ad, his Vizier for foreign relations and cast him a dull stare. He knew that Fa'ad had been pushing western help since even during his father's reign, and now, now was his chance to pressure it on him. " Fa'ad, what ideas have you? " Fa'ad failed in concealing a triumphant grin, " The Portuguese of course. " Each and every man stared in confusion at Fa'ad, except Vizier Acmadeenajad, whom continued to slowly eat dates from a bowl. " Could you, elaborate on what and why Fa'ad? " His highness gestured.

" The Portuguese could act as a backer, your highness. They could provide us with the funds necessary to industrialize, and to upgrade our military. In exchange, we could sell them our unused land, and give them special trade rights on our resources. They could be the ones to help jump start our economy! " His highness continued staring. " Yes, but why the Portuguese? Why not some other European state? "

" Because the Portuguese and our nation have a common enemy, the Celts. " The very mention of the name made General Takesh and his highness cringe. A long while back, the Portuguese seized the Bengal, the Mughal royal family has pledged to return and reek vengeance ever since - problem being, they haven't had the tools to do it for the last 200 years. " The Portuguese would fund us because they know that in the future we will be an invaluable alley against the Celts. I purpose that we send them a state letter, with our - ahem, your proposal. "

The gathering grew quite again, as the men all stared at their Maharaja. His highness sipped his coffee and looked into his black reflection. He continued looking down into it by the time he had answered the Vizier, " Send the letter. "

short summary: Fredric is a little boy whom wants to get back home to his daddy. He has been around for over a centaury and has become relentless in his pursuit for knowledge of everything to do with Purgatory in his pursuit of finding a way out. Be it from abusing his position as a courier to pick up a conversation, or his chain of child spies, he is constantly probing the secrets of Purgatory.

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#DEADMAN

[Saleon]

Name: Fredric Kaine
Age: 10
Years in Purgatory: 102
Occupation: I am a courier
Prior Occupation I was a child

To be clear, is this app finished? If so, please fill out the box about rules, the short summary, and an rp sample, if you have one.

[Republic of the Cristo]

Name: Fredric Kaine
Age: 10
Years in Purgatory: 102
Occupation: I am a courier
Prior Occupation I was a child

To be clear, is this app finished? If so, please fill out the box about rules, the short summary, and an rp sample, if you have one.

Sorry, I finished.

[Saleon]

To be clear, is this app finished? If so, please fill out the box about rules, the short summary, and an rp sample, if you have one.

Sorry, I finished.

read the orders, especially section X. After that, accepted.

[Galnius]

Two apps coming in..


Both odd, approved by the amazing OP

[Saleon]

Two apps coming in..


Both odd, approved by the amazing OP

*feels extremely hot for some reason*

Oh, galnius, you are so nice.

*blushes*

[Charlia]

Now for this first one... ah, what can I say? This is a perfect RP for such a character.

W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.

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Name: Charlotte Noble
Age: 19
Years in Purgatory: She doesn't really know. It didn't seem to matter that much. Maybe four or five? She's not sure.
Occupation: Fulfilling one of the few things she remembers from her life--a wish to become a doctor. Well, now she is one. Darn good at her job, too.
Prior Occupation: College student, studying to become a doctor, if that counts as an occupation

Appearance

Character Bio:

Things were all right for Charlotte, at first. Her mother died in childbirth, but that didn't mean she had no happiness in life. Her father was kind, and he taught her to believe in a God who always watched and always cared about her. She reveled in childish wonder and devoured all knowledge she could find. Life was good.

Of course, then her father died. A slew of foster homes and false parents followed, but she clung tightly to a hope that someday she'd find parents who would be the ones. She'd know them when she met them, she knew that much. And she prayed every time she moved somewhere else that this time, they would be there at the other end of her journey.

Instead, she found a set of foster parents who seemed perfect on the outside. Relatively well-off, kind, and seemingly eager for a child they could care for.

But her new father taught her things that she had never wanted to know, and when she cried to her new mother about the pain, the woman sided with her husband. How dare Charlotte be so ungrateful? They had given her a home, hadn't they? She had clothes and food and a roof over her head, didn't she? What did she have to complain about?

At this point, Charlotte was only twelve years old.

She didn't understand these new and terrifying things. She didn't understand the pain. She didn't understand why she had to feel this way.

All she did understand was that she was afraid. She thought maybe she'd done something wrong. She just had to do better, and then things would be okay. She had to believe that.

So she did her best to be the perfect daughter. She never complained again. She never fought back or disagreed with her 'parents'. She never cried in front of them--she always cried alone in her room where they couldn't hear. She kept her grades up, even through exhaustion and despair. And she never, ever told anyone what was happening to her.

When she was seventeen years old, however, things changed. She would soon graduate from high school. She could go to whatever college she wished. It was her ticket to freedom, her way out! But at the same time, she was scared of what would happen if she ran.

Nevertheless, she forced herself to apply to several different colleges, each of them prestigious and far away from the hell she lived in. Due to her sharp mind, she was a prime candidate.

Then her school awarded her with a scholarship. She was ecstatic. This was her chance. Everything would get better from here. There was no way this could possibly go wrong...

Sure enough, she was accepted to one of the colleges, and in secret, she made her escape. She fled to a new life. Her own suffering gave her an innate desire to become someone who could make people better, such as a doctor--and her mind was good enough for it. So she went into medicine, her heart light. She had everything--a good mind, good looks, and a good future.

Then an ironic twist of fate brought everything to an end.

Some of you might think that her past caught up to her. Well, it didn't. Instead, she became the victim of a vicious serial killer. It was her looks that brought her to his attention, and her mind that led to her downfall--for she was walking back from a late-night study session when he caught her.

Charlotte Noble relived the worst thing that had ever happened to her that night. Then she was brutally killed, stabbed seventeen times before her throat was slashed and she was left to bleed out, alone and scared.

People who knew her had many different thoughts about her death--an abrupt and tragic end to a bright young student who had so much ahead of her, a horrible crime, a sickening fate for someone like her.

But in the end, the last thing Charlotte Noble thought about her death was that it was probably going to be an interesting case for the ME.

Personality: When not working, she's rather cold and asocial, preferring the company of herself to that of others. She's quite intelligent. She doesn't trust those of the male persuasion due to what she does remember of the past. When she has a patient, however, she changes quite noticeably--she becomes warm and sympathetic, and does her absolute best to see to the welfare of those in her care. She's jealous of the people who can't remember how they died or the ways life mistreated them.

Also, she can be pretty freaking hopeless sometimes. In more ways than one.
How much do you Remember?: According to her? Too much. According to me, however, she remembers the worst parts of her life. She doesn't remember how or why they happened, only that they did. She remembers a few fuzzy glimpses of earlier, better times--a face here and there, a voice, but nothing else. She remembers that she was studying to become a doctor when she died, and she remembers the night she died.


Likes and Dislikes: Oh gosh, I hate these, I hate these so much. Um, she likes cats, the colors green, orange, and blue, as well as colors on the cool end of the spectrum in general. She also likes reading. She doesn't like red or white, doesn't like feeling surrounded or remembering her old life. This is haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard...
Alignment: Since it was difficult for me to figure it out myself, I got in character and took the test on the site provided. According to the results, she is Lawful Neutral, but prefers Good over Evil. After putting further thought into this result, I decided it seemed accurate. Besides, according to Order of the Stick, alignments are based off of intention, rather than how your actions actually turn out--so a few inaccuracies here and there are acceptable risks.
Theme: For some reason, YT doesn't work for me. So, I can't verify if this link will actually take you to the song entitled 'Fallen Blood'. If that link goes to anything else, I will have a serious urge to break things.

Accept the Rules?: [ ] Yes [X] No
If no, reason: I didn't read the rules. I read the Orders.
RP Sample: This character is my RP sample.

short summary: Charlotte Noble, a doctor whose bedside manner does not transfer into her regular life. She has a dark past and remembers too much of it for her taste, envying those who have the luxury of forgetting their deaths and the ways they suffered in life. Those with Y chromosomes and no injuries or illnesses should be cautious about frequenting her company. After all, she might have made a vow to never cause harm, but she tends to judge that as 'physical' harm. And she has no problem with a well-placed insult every now and then for those who anger her enough.

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#DEADMAN

W H A TD O E S I TM E A N T OD I E A G A I N ?
Purgatory: The City at The Edge of No Where.

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Name: Crystal Calendri
Age: 15
Years in Purgatory: 4
Occupation: She's a thief!
Prior Occupation: Student? It's hard giving 15-year-olds occupations.

Appearance

Character Bio: Crystal was orphaned at an early age. A strict foster family instilled the fear of God(and of them) into her, and she grew up on the straight and narrow, bored as heck but too scared she'd get smited, or have to deal with a more corporeal punishment, if she stepped out of line. Unfortunately, this lifestyle would do her no good, as she was also the victim of the aforementioned serial killer. Seventeen stab wounds and a slashed throat greeted the ones who found her.

Not many people missed her, sadly. She saw her death as an opportunity, though--an opportunity to have some fun for the first time in a long time. Few people could be considered as happy to die as Crystal Calendri.

Once in Purgatory, she started stealing to stay alive and giving the extras to other less-fortunate souls.
Personality: Although Crystal is a roguish little brat, her innocent appearance fools many and gives her a golden opportunity for some thievery. Who would expect a sweet little girl like that to be a thief? Sweet indeed--hah! She may look like a regular sugarplum, but she is bitter on the inside.
How much do you Remember?: A vague sense of once being a very God-fearing individual, and her death.


Likes and Dislikes: Having fun, being dead, having enough to eat. She doesn't like feeling hungry or cold and hates lectures.
Alignment: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand looks like she's True Neutral with leanings towards Chaotic and Evil.
Theme: Same old, same old, stupid computer. You should be listening to a song called 'Crystalis Fantasia' and yes I picked it partially because of the name and partially because it sounds good.

Accept the Rules?: [ ] Yes [X] No
If no, reason: I don't read rules, honey. I read Orders.
RP Sample: Neverrrrrrrrrr.

short summary: Crystal Calendri, the Robin Hood of Purgatory--robs the rich, gives to the poor, but always makes sure that she's looking out for herself above anyone and everyone else. Don't trust her cute and innocent eyes, as behind them lies desire.

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#DEADMAN

[Saleon]

Charlia, yeah I knew you would, accepted on both of your characters.

[Republic of the Cristo]

So is there any set structure of hierarchy in Purgatory?