The Orphans of Mason (OOC, semi-open)

[Khasinkonia]

looks like Charlia got to you first.

Nice word choice. Then again, with me, I suppose it's not too inaccurate.

Ironically, I have the most difficulty using small words correctly.

[The Flutterlands]

Sorry. That was an edit I forgot about. She (Filia) was originally thirteen, but I changed it to ten and forgot about it for some reson. Will fix.

[Khasinkonia]

Sorry. That was an edit I forgot about. She (Filia) was originally thirteen, but I changed it to ten and forgot about it for some reson. Will fix.

Ah yes, ye olde little edit throws everything off. I am well acquainted with that terrible affliction...

[The Flutterlands]

Name: Filia Umbrarum
Nickname: Nyx
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance:

(Image)

Current status: Living on the streets of Mason as an orphan. She once spent her life living at the Orphanage all her life, but has been on her own since it's destruction. She suffers from schiziophrenia and kleptomania which makes the young girl quite troublesome.
Abilities: Darkness Manipulation: Filia Umbrarum can create shadows and manipulate them to her will. Able to create physical constructs out of them. These constructs can be very sharp and malleable but are also brittle and can be shattered by the force of a bullet or other heavy weapon. She can blend into shadows at will and can also heal wounds and injuries in shadows and dark places. Filia Umbrarum can also enter shadow patches and exit other nearby shadow patches, as well as can turn into a literal shadow, allowing perfect stealth and speed for a quick get away. Finally, Filia can also see in the dark quite well.
Skills: Enhanced Thievery: Filia Umbrarum is a kleptomaniac and an extremely elusive thief. She is able to blend in with the shadows, slip into tight spaces, avoid detection from guards, and escape without leaving behind any evidence.
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: Three year old Filia Umbrarum was sleeping cozy in bed in her room. She was dreaming of playing with her friends in the sun and under the moon without a care in the world. Filia had a lot of friends. Many of them were like brothers and sisters to her and she loved them very much. The young girl snored gently and hugged her teddy bear with a cute squeaky yawn.

Suddenly, Filia was a awoken by a terrible and terrifying shriek followed by a sickening crunch. She squeaked in terror as she sat right up looking around with horrified eyes. Upon hearing the sounds of omnious footsteps, the young toddler laid back down, burying herself under the blankets and covers. The shriek sounded like it came from the priest. But he was such a nice old man; like a grandpa to her. Could a big scary monster that lives under bed and in the closet have gotten him?

The footsteps got louder and louder and closer to her bedroom. Filia shivered in fear while trying to remain absolutely still, hugging her teddy bear tightly. She hoped not to end up as the monster's next meal continued to avoid making a move. However, suddenly, the door creaked open and Filia began to shake and whimper as footsteps got closer and closer to her bed.

The next instant, Filia screamed in fright upon feeling a hand land upon her blanket covered body. Still screaming, Filia was then hushed by a familiar voice. The little girl looked to see the kindly face of Aunt Minnie, the nun who found her as an infant at the orphanage's doorstep on a cold Christmas night.

Filia blinked as Minnie beckoned and ushered her towards her window, telling her to escape. "Run little one!" she cried urgently, "Run away and don't come back till it's safe."

Filia nodded without question. She hugged Minnie tightly and grabbed her teddy bear. The young girl gave the kindly nun a tearful look before melting into shadows. Filia materialized outside the Orphanage a began running away from the orphanage, running away without looking back.

Filia would eventually return to the Orphanage a couple days later, only to find it no longer her home. Now for the next ten years the young girl roams the village of Mason. The dark alleyways were now her home with only her own clothes and the bonfire to keep her warm. Filia has become a notorious thief in the process stealing for both survival and sport, stealing food and trinkets of the most valuable to the most worthless. Due to the way she acts, many have come to believe that she has become insane, going into crazed nonsensical ramblings, suffering from delusions, having great hallucinations and violent outbursts.
Did you read the rules?: "I am weary of the axe."
IMPORTANT: Delete parenthesis
DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING, #404notfound

[Galnius]

Name: Seamus
Nickname: "Sleepy"
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: This Irishman just got done writing a psychological treatise, and just picked up your girlfriend
Current status: I would assume he would be the bastard of an Irish whore and some bloke, picked up off the streets by the Orphanage. After the Priest died, he was picked up by Dr. William Gordon, a Psychotherapist at the Bethlehem Psychiatric Hospital at St. George's Fields in London. In a twist of irony, the incident occurred roughly a few days before Dr. Gordon would come to officially pick up the young Irishman. Now, as Dr. Gordon wastes away from pneumonia, Seamus puts off going to the University of London in order to go back to the town of his childhood.
Abilities: He has the ability of "Empathetic Hypnosis", which means (with a few key nonsense phrases), he can tap into the mind of the person. This can usually range from forgetting something, getting a "hankering"/desire to do something (like if you've remembered that you forgot something, or that you have to do something, but can't quite explain it), to blotting out a person's presence (IE, a person can be standing in front of someone, but their mind will not register it), causing them to fall asleep, or divulge their dreams.
Skills: "Well, aside me havin' a bit o' the Irish luck an' charm, Oi can hold me own in most fights with any bloke. Thanks to Dr. Gordon, bless his soul, Oi got learned in all sorts of things; readin' writin', 'rithmatic...Oi was thinkin' of goin' to a university, put me skills to work in psychology as he did...but somethin' drew me back here...somethin's drawing me back..."
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: (RP style, In character, At least 2 paragraphs, this will be used in place of an RP example)
Did you read the rules?: I am weary of the axe, OP.
IMPORTANT: Delete parenthesis (no)
DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING, #404notfound

Quick questions: were any of the Orphans adopted? Can people be acquainted with one another?

[Max Empire]

Hey Galnius, would you mind if I posted my app tomorrow?
It's getting a little late over here...
And it takes a long time to insert 116 Images into an app. XD

[Galnius]

Name: Roderich

Nickname: Roddy

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance:

(Image)

Current status: You see, I work at my piano lounge, which is located at a local bar. I am searching for my friends so that we could have a pleasant reunion at Mason.

Abilities: I can compose any sort of music and transform the sound into a physical force. Sadly, because of that, using this power while attempting to be stealthy would be rather futile. However, the benefits outweigh the negative consequences.

Skills: I can sing, perform music, and jog. People say that I am intelligent and observant, and they are evidently very accurate about that. However, they believe that my spectacles account for my amazing intelligence. Obviously, that information is untrue.

What were they doing during the fight where the priest died:

I am Roderich, the elder brother of Rose, the more intelligent sibling, and also the more responsible among the two of us. Like the rest of you, I once dwelled in the orphanage of Mason. Now, let us please continue with my story. I do enjoy your company, very much so.

Back then, I was around twelve years old, but due to the many events happening in our lives, I was unable to recall my exact age. The calendar, being worn out and rather difficult to read, is rather unreliable to tell the exact time, I might say. I dearly hope that they have replaced that shoddy old object. I was resting on a wooden chair next to my sister Rose's bed. I had just completed reading a rather long story to her, and I was slowly dozing off into sweet unconsciousness. Despite feeling a heavy need for sleep, I was unable to partake in my slumber, as I felt rather worried when Rose was tossing and turning about in her bed. It seemed that she was having a strange nightmare, or that she was unable to fall asleep. Being the tired person that I am, I was too drowsy to even move her about.

As I was about to fall asleep, there was a loud shriek echoing across the air, and I could hear the sounds of many panicked voices. Loud footsteps were heading towards our room, and I felt intense dread for what was about to come. It sounded, literally, like a bloody murder. The fact that I had just finished reading a horrifying storybook was not helping me feel any more comfortable than I am now. The door creaked open, and a nun (Miss Rose seemed to like her in particular) rushed in with a panicked look on her face. She quickly beckoned my sister to escape outside the window, and rather than following her, I decided not to be a cowardly fool. I would check to see if all the other orphans like me were safe.

Sneaking outside the door (to the nun's unhappy and scared protest), I felt unstoppable, and perhaps the smallest bit heroic. To my relief, every other orphan and nun seemed to be safe. But there was something wrong. The priest. He was a bloody, gory mess.

I never knew who the strange shadowy figure was.

And I, Roderich, will find out.

Did you read the rules: I fear the axe, which will be used in an attempt to destroy my piano.

#404notfound

I like him, thus I accept him

Hey Galnius, would you mind if I posted my app tomorrow?
It's getting a little late over here...
And it takes a long time to insert 116 Images into an app. XD

Unless, for some undiscernable reason, I am dead on the morrow, I see no issue.

[Danceria]

...Does this mean I'm accepted Galnius?

[Galnius]

...Does this mean I'm accepted Galnius?

Name: Seamus
Nickname: "Sleepy"
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: This Irishman just got done writing a psychological treatise, and just picked up your girlfriend
Current status: I would assume he would be the bastard of an Irish whore and some bloke, picked up off the streets by the Orphanage. After the Priest died, he was picked up by Dr. William Gordon, a Psychotherapist at the Bethlehem Psychiatric Hospital at St. George's Fields in London. In a twist of irony, the incident occurred roughly a few days before Dr. Gordon would come to officially pick up the young Irishman. Now, as Dr. Gordon wastes away from pneumonia, Seamus puts off going to the University of London in order to go back to the town of his childhood.
Abilities: He has the ability of "Empathetic Hypnosis", which means (with a few key nonsense phrases), he can tap into the mind of the person. This can usually range from forgetting something, getting a "hankering"/desire to do something (like if you've remembered that you forgot something, or that you have to do something, but can't quite explain it), to blotting out a person's presence (IE, a person can be standing in front of someone, but their mind will not register it), causing them to fall asleep, or divulge their dreams.
Skills: "Well, aside me havin' a bit o' the Irish luck an' charm, Oi can hold me own in most fights with any bloke. Thanks to Dr. Gordon, bless his soul, Oi got learned in all sorts of things; readin' writin', 'rithmatic...Oi was thinkin' of goin' to a university, put me skills to work in psychology as he did...but somethin' drew me back here...somethin's drawing me back..."
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: "I've told this story a hundred times already, an' ya still want to 'ear it? All right..."
"When the good Father Hamson got shanked, I was 'round 8, all curled up in me little bed, dreamin' about me new da', Dr. Gordon, who would be comin' in a few days time. I could hardly sleep, I was so excited. But it happened. The screams came first, I knew what they were, who they were. So I snuck down over to where the screams came from, and I was no idiot...I came armed. Albeit, it was the leg of a chair, but better than nothin'. I heard footsteps as Maxim rushed past me-who's Maxim? Just you wait an' I'll tell ya! ...Anyway, Maxim, a pal o' mine, dashed his impulsive arse faster than th' devil with his tail chopped off down into the sanctuary, and I followed after him. What we found...God...What we found. Johnny, me mate since we was both four...gashed up and bloody on the floor...I couldn't move from my spot, I remained hidden...but Maxim...Maxim just went like a wild animal. Hamson didn't stand a chance. While the two fought, I felt...I felt a sensation, like...like a cross between swimmin' in a river and a breeze brush me face...and I followed it...in a blind manner I followed it... until I was miles away from Mason."
"Next thing I knew, I was babblin' and bawlin' in the arms of Dr. Gordon in his carriage. He investigated for a day at Mason before I was whisked away to London, where I've been ever since."
"Overall, my life is pretty good, got a slew of gals waitin' for me ta' answer 'em, and I'm about to go to London University...but recently, I've been gettin' nightmares. Nightmares that should've died a long time ago. So that's why I'm here."
Did you read the rules?: I am weary of the axe, OP.
IMPORTANT: Delete parenthesis (no)
DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING, #404notfound

Ye can betcher bloody ass ye are!

[Galnius]

Name: Filia Umbrarum
Nickname: Nyx
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance:

(Image)

Current status: Living on the streets of Mason as an orphan. She once spent her life living at the Orphanage all her life, but has been on her own since it's destruction. She suffers from schiziophrenia and kleptomania which makes the young girl quite troublesome.
Abilities: Darkness Manipulation: Filia Umbrarum can create shadows and manipulate them to her will. Able to create physical constructs out of them. These constructs can be very sharp and malleable but are also brittle and can be shattered by the force of a bullet or other heavy weapon. She can blend into shadows at will and can also heal wounds and injuries in shadows and dark places. Filia Umbrarum can also enter shadow patches and exit other nearby shadow patches, as well as can turn into a literal shadow, allowing perfect stealth and speed for a quick get away. Finally, Filia can also see in the dark quite well.
Skills: Enhanced Thievery: Filia Umbrarum is a kleptomaniac and an extremely elusive thief. She is able to blend in with the shadows, slip into tight spaces, avoid detection from guards, and escape without leaving behind any evidence.
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: Three year old Filia Umbrarum was sleeping cozy in bed in her room. She was dreaming of playing with her friends in the sun and under the moon without a care in the world. Filia had a lot of friends. Many of them were like brothers and sisters to her and she loved them very much. The young girl snored gently and hugged her teddy bear with a cute squeaky yawn.

Suddenly, Filia was a awoken by a terrible and terrifying shriek followed by a sickening crunch. She squeaked in terror as she sat right up looking around with horrified eyes. Upon hearing the sounds of omnious footsteps, the young toddler laid back down, burying herself under the blankets and covers. The shriek sounded like it came from the priest. But he was such a nice old man; like a grandpa to her. Could a big scary monster that lives under bed and in the closet have gotten him?

The footsteps got louder and louder and closer to her bedroom. Filia shivered in fear while trying to remain absolutely still, hugging her teddy bear tightly. She hoped not to end up as the monster's next meal continued to avoid making a move. However, suddenly, the door creaked open and Filia began to shake and whimper as footsteps got closer and closer to her bed.

The next instant, Filia screamed in fright upon feeling a hand land upon her blanket covered body. Still screaming, Filia was then hushed by a familiar voice. The little girl looked to see the kindly face of Aunt Minnie, the nun who found her as an infant at the orphanage's doorstep on a cold Christmas night.

Filia blinked as Minnie beckoned and ushered her towards her window, telling her to escape. "Run little one!" she cried urgently, "Run away and don't come back till it's safe."

Filia nodded without question. She hugged Minnie tightly and grabbed her teddy bear. The young girl gave the kindly nun a tearful look before melting into shadows. Filia materialized outside the Orphanage a began running away from the orphanage, running away without looking back.

Filia would eventually return to the Orphanage a couple days later, only to find it no longer her home. Now for the next ten years the young girl roams the village of Mason. The dark alleyways were now her home with only her own clothes and the bonfire to keep her warm. Filia has become a notorious thief in the process stealing for both survival and sport, stealing food and trinkets of the most valuable to the most worthless. Due to the way she acts, many have come to believe that she has become insane, going into crazed nonsensical ramblings, suffering from delusions, having great hallucinations and violent outbursts.
Did you read the rules?: "I am weary of the axe."
IMPORTANT: Delete parenthesis
DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING, #404notfound

Very cute, also accepted.

[Danceria]

...Does this mean I'm accepted Galnius?

Name: Seamus
Nickname: "Sleepy"
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: This Irishman just got done writing a psychological treatise, and just picked up your girlfriend
Current status: I would assume he would be the bastard of an Irish whore and some bloke, picked up off the streets by the Orphanage. After the Priest died, he was picked up by Dr. William Gordon, a Psychotherapist at the Bethlehem Psychiatric Hospital at St. George's Fields in London. In a twist of irony, the incident occurred roughly a few days before Dr. Gordon would come to officially pick up the young Irishman. Now, as Dr. Gordon wastes away from pneumonia, Seamus puts off going to the University of London in order to go back to the town of his childhood.
Abilities: He has the ability of "Empathetic Hypnosis", which means (with a few key nonsense phrases), he can tap into the mind of the person. This can usually range from forgetting something, getting a "hankering"/desire to do something (like if you've remembered that you forgot something, or that you have to do something, but can't quite explain it), to blotting out a person's presence (IE, a person can be standing in front of someone, but their mind will not register it), causing them to fall asleep, or divulge their dreams.
Skills: "Well, aside me havin' a bit o' the Irish luck an' charm, Oi can hold me own in most fights with any bloke. Thanks to Dr. Gordon, bless his soul, Oi got learned in all sorts of things; readin' writin', 'rithmatic...Oi was thinkin' of goin' to a university, put me skills to work in psychology as he did...but somethin' drew me back here...somethin's drawing me back..."
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: "I've told this story a hundred times already, an' ya still want to 'ear it? All right..."
"When the good Father Hamson got shanked, I was 'round 8, all curled up in me little bed, dreamin' about me new da', Dr. Gordon, who would be comin' in a few days time. I could hardly sleep, I was so excited. But it happened. The screams came first, I knew what they were, who they were. So I snuck down over to where the screams came from, and I was no idiot...I came armed. Albeit, it was the leg of a chair, but better than nothin'. I heard footsteps as Maxim rushed past me-who's Maxim? Just you wait an' I'll tell ya! ...Anyway, Maxim, a pal o' mine, dashed his impulsive arse faster than th' devil with his tail chopped off down into the sanctuary, and I followed after him. What we found...God...What we found. Johnny, me mate since we was both four...gashed up and bloody on the floor...I couldn't move from my spot, I remained hidden...but Maxim...Maxim just went like a wild animal. Hamson didn't stand a chance. While the two fought, I felt...I felt a sensation, like...like a cross between swimmin' in a river and a breeze brush me face...and I followed it...in a blind manner I followed it... until I was miles away from Mason."
"Next thing I knew, I was babblin' and bawlin' in the arms of Dr. Gordon in his carriage. He investigated for a day at Mason before I was whisked away to London, where I've been ever since."
"Overall, my life is pretty good, got a slew of gals waitin' for me ta' answer 'em, and I'm about to go to London University...but recently, I've been gettin' nightmares. Nightmares that should've died a long time ago. So that's why I'm here."
Did you read the rules?: I am weary of the axe, OP.
IMPORTANT: Delete parenthesis (no)
DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING, #404notfound

Ye can betcher bloody ass ye are!

Top o' the fookin' mornin' to ya laddies, where's the black schtuff?

[Khasinkonia]

Ye can betcher bloody ass ye are!

Top o' the fookin' mornin' to ya laddies, where's the black schtuff?

Owyt'yh uw fowks tyken' ybowt?

[Galnius]

Ye can betcher bloody ass ye are!

Top o' the fookin' mornin' to ya laddies, where's the black schtuff?

I answer yer question when ya address the bonnie lass er lasses in our our midst.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

What specific year does this take place in?
And could my character have been adopted then abandoned?

Gal did you see this? As I would kinda like to know the answer to the first question as well

[Galnius]

What specific year does this take place in?
And could my character have been adopted then abandoned?

Gal did you see this? As I would kinda like to know the answer to the first question as well

I didn't gave a specific year in mind... 1853? Just for some randoms. And yes, being adopted in the time between the incident and now is a wholly viable option.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Gal did you see this? As I would kinda like to know the answer to the first question as well

I didn't gave a specific year in mind... 1853? Just for some randoms. And yes, being adopted in the time between the incident and now is a wholly viable option.

So during the reign of good ol Queen Vic.

[Khasinkonia]

I didn't gave a specific year in mind... 1853? Just for some randoms. And yes, being adopted in the time between the incident and now is a wholly viable option.

So during the reign of good ol Queen Vic.

God save the Queen indeed.

[Khasinkonia]

Hey Danceria, do you want to have an interaction?

[Charlia]

No. No. No. No. NO.


Khasinkonia, please! Have some respect for my sanity! Don't write accents out like that! I could barely understand what was being said, and it made my brain want to explode!

Gal did you see this? As I would kinda like to know the answer to the first question as well

I didn't gave a specific year in mind... 1853? Just for some randoms. And yes, being adopted in the time between the incident and now is a wholly viable option.

B-b-b-b-b-but Sherlock Holmes!

[Galnius]

*sighs* I love the Welsh accent. Got my first taste reading The Grey King from the Dark is Rising series by Susan Cooper. Lived it ever since.

[Khasinkonia]

No. No. No. No. NO.


Khasinkonia, please! Have some respect for my sanity! Don't write accents out like that! I could barely understand what was being said, and it made my brain want to explode!

I didn't gave a specific year in mind... 1853? Just for some randoms. And yes, being adopted in the time between the incident and now is a wholly viable option.

B-b-b-b-b-but Sherlock Holmes!

Fine, I'll tone down the accent a bit. Just trying to be accurate...
Also, here's a helpful link: http://www.go4awalk.com/fell-facts/wels ... php#vowels

[Galnius]

No. No. No. No. NO.


Khasinkonia, please! Have some respect for my sanity! Don't write accents out like that! I could barely understand what was being said, and it made my brain want to explode!

I didn't gave a specific year in mind... 1853? Just for some randoms. And yes, being adopted in the time between the incident and now is a wholly viable option.

B-b-b-b-b-but Sherlock Holmes!

I thought it was obvious...

And Holmes is a purely fictional character, the 007 of his time. Or... A more proper way to say it... 007 was the Sherlock of his

[Faal Lot Himdah]

No. No. No. No. NO.


Khasinkonia, please! Have some respect for my sanity! Don't write accents out like that! I could barely understand what was being said, and it made my brain want to explode!B-b-b-b-b-but Sherlock Holmes!

I thought it was obvious...

And Holmes is a purely fictional character, the 007 of his time. Or... A more proper way to say it... 007 was the Sherlock of his

The first book was written in 1886, published in 1887, I think that was what she was on about.

[Danceria]

Top o' the fookin' mornin' to ya laddies, where's the black schtuff?

I answer yer question when ya address the bonnie lass er lasses in our our midst.

Hey Danceria, do you want to have an interaction?

Calm yer tits lads and lasses, I just got off the carriage an' am 'eaded over to th' pub for a pint o' Guinness.

No. No. No. No. NO.


Khasinkonia, please! Have some respect for my sanity! Don't write accents out like that! I could barely understand what was being said, and it made my brain want to explode!

I didn't gave a specific year in mind... 1853? Just for some randoms. And yes, being adopted in the time between the incident and now is a wholly viable option.

B-b-b-b-b-but Sherlock Holmes!

Did someone say...Sherlock?

[Shadowwell]

I think my Character will be one of my darker ones, though he himself will be relatively gentle in nature, if that makes since.