The Orphans of Mason (OOC, semi-open)

[WaRtArIa]

Name: William
Nickname: Billy. (preferred)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Image)
Current status: Billy is little more than a thug. He left the orphanage immediately after the incident when he was 7, running to London and falling in with a gang in the Whitechapel area. Currently travelling to mason.
Abilities: Billy can control the fear that his opponents feal towards him. He isnt aware that he can do this, but will learn in time.
Skills: Billy is smarter than he lets on, and is very good with people. He is a good manipulator, and has a penchant for thinking on his feet. As well as this, his time in a gang has made him a good fighter.
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?: "I dont fucking remember, I was 7. I think maybe I was out stealing apples from Old Man Perry while he was sleeping. I remember that when I got back though everything seemed off. I dont know exactly what I did, but I remember that I saw old Maxim running off, and I believe he was bloody. I dont know. He had killed the priest though. I never did like that old piss pot, he was always coming down on me like he thought I had to listen just cause he was a man of god and all that.

So, seeing as how the priest was at last out of the picture, I left. Why stick around when there are bigger and better things in the world than some old man and a bunch of other children who were just as ignorant as me. That damn orphanage wouldn't carry me anyhow. London was the place to be. I can remember that I made my way to the dormitory's as quick as I could, gathered my clothing and left before anyone could stop me. Good riddance I say, that place wasnt doing any of us any good."
Did you read the rules?: Yes
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You may want to reread the rules

Also, with the tattoos, my main issue is what they say. "The good stuff" with an arrow? What exactly would it mean? Most tattoos in those days were symbols, and one wouldn't soberly go about getting random things placed upon them. Even then, "The Good Stuff? " You'd get some mighty fine looks and laughs from that. Seems like it defeats the purpose.

Also, responding to FELI and Charlie and whomever.... Now?

The tattoo that says "the good stuff" is almost located on his "baton," so I doubt that anyone is going to see it (and thus laugh at it) yet.

I'm laughing, but still.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Hey FELI, Lily's friend is... Kinda a ghost.

I know, Emrys thinks she's imaginary.

[Galnius]

Hey FELI, Lily's friend is... Kinda a ghost.

I know, Emrys thinks she's imaginary.

That might earn him a slap...

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

I know, Emrys thinks she's imaginary.

That might earn him a slap...

Psh. I expect them to be astounded by the magic flower, not insulted by his assumptions.

[Galnius]

Alrighty. I'm finished. Apologize for using a different format; just a habit.

Appearance
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Name: Donovon
Nickname: Donnie
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Current status: Well um, if you must know, I'm doing pretty well now I guess. I got adopted by this rich family in London that are apparently some of the more well established ones. My father works as a physician while my mother works alongside him as a nurse. Some say that it's cute. Having your parents work together. But I really don't see it. Oh well. But yeah, I just graduated high school myself and I must say, it is wonderful. No more of doing homework or waking up so early and stuff like that. But I'm pretty sure that that all might change once I get into college to become an architect. Strange, I know, but I have always been fascinated with the styling and construction of the houses and buildings ever since I was young. But in the meantime, I live with my parents, working as a baker for one of the local bakeries; and so far things have been going good. Now that I'm about to head off to college soon, I thought that maybe I should go back to Mason. Back to the place where my life was nothing but a little battered and lonely seed that was only to be picked up and planted and nurtured into the a rose that I am today. Hehehe. I'm sorry for sounding so dramatic and poetic. Kind of a little habit.

Abilities: Well um, I have this sort of thing where I can talk to animals. I don't know how it happens, but I can understand animals and they can understand me without little to no problems. In fact, animals were and still are the main ones that I confine to whenever I need to get something off my chest. Because they're loyal, can just sit down and listen, and won't tell everyone your secrets or problems. Well, at least I know that they don't tell humans. As for other animals, I dunno.

Skills: Skills, huh? Well um, I can cook very well. Actually, baking is my specialty but like I said already I can cook. I'm smart in both education wise and common sense. Not many people can balance both. I can play the piano really well. My parents taught me when I moved in with them. Plus, I write poetry and stuff. Although it's not good. Other than that, I'm just an average person. Oh yeah! I almost forgot! I also work out a lot, so I'm pretty strong and have pretty nice stamina. Although cardio is not my thing.

What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?:
...Oh boy...Are we going back to that day? Well, I guess I should tell you since you wanna know for some damn reason.

I was about maybe ten or eleven, I dunno, and I was in the kitchen cleaning up and washing dishes after dinner was over with. I was by myself at the time because I can't stand having someone come in and work with me cleaning things up. If it's not the way that I like, than forget about it. So yeah as I was saying, everything was going fine. I was washing a plate and rinsing it off before I placed it with the rest of the wet plates for me to dry off and stack up later. Well, for the older kids to stack up; I couldn't reach the shelves and cabinets to put them on myself. But yeah nothing strange. At least I didn't think so. And about maybe ten or fifteen minutes after drying off a stack of plates, a loud, blood-curdling scream echo through the air. Upon hearing it, I got scared and nearly dropped one of the plates. It took me a few seconds to get myself together as the sudden loudness still startled me before I got down from my little stool and stood there for a moment; I was trying to see what was going to happen next. And soon after, a few more screams filled the air. I didn't know what was going on, and at such a young age my first reaction was that something or someone was out to get me.

My heart was racing like a horse as I slowly walked towards the door that lead to out to where everyone was and slowly and hesitantly opened it with my hands-which were completely shaky I might add- and looked out of it. I only opened it up to a crack because I was too scared to open the door completely. Looking out into the main hall, I saw something on the ground. Or in that case 'someone'. It was the priest. He was laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. Blood was everywhere. On the floor, the walls, the furniture...just everywhere. Ahem, excuse me. Yeah, after I saw that, I just...Snapped. I quickly closed the door and ran to a corner in the kitchen where I hugged my knees, softly crying. I wanted to just scream and bawl, but I felt as though if I were to do that, the person that came and did that to the Father might hear me and come after me. So I stayed there in the corner, softly sniffling and crying. And then, blackness. I don't know what happened afterwards. Maybe I cried myself to sleep or something because when I woke up, I saw that I was in the arms of a young woman who was gently caressing my hair. She looked as though she was an angel. Her long blonde hair hanging down pass her shoulders. Her bright hazel eyes with specks of blue in them. Her soft, motherly humming of a lullaby to me. I was too entranced by her melodious singing to worry or notice anything else. All noises were shut off as only her voice rang through my ears. And once again, I saw blackness. When I woke up again, this time I was in a bed; the room was filled with pretty paintings and other decor. Sitting on the edge of the bed was a figure with long blonde hair that reached passed their shoulders. They turned their head to me and I saw those two bright hazel eyes with blue specks in them. She had a smile on her face and with the same melodious and soothing, motherly voice, she said something to me. 'It's alright. Mommy's here for you. There's nothing to fear anymore. I'll protect you...I'm here for you.'

So yeah, you can fill in the blanks yourself what that meant and what happened next. And now, I'm back here again. To try and help myself if you will. Ever since that day, I haven't been able to get that image out of my head. His body...His blood everywhere. Or have a good night's sleep without feeling as though something is out to get me. I can't even wash dishes without having my hands become shaky sometimes. I guess you can say that the main reason I'm here is so that I can get closure...So that I can move on with my life and know that everything is alright now.

Did you read the rules?: I am weary of the axe! Did I do good?

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Accepted.

[WaRtArIa]

I accepted him first

I see that he's the other common-sense-wielding piano-playing rich guy.

[Max Empire]

I accepted him first

I see that he's the other common-sense-wielding piano-playing rich guy.

My guy is all those things... Except piano-playing. He doesn't play piano.

[Galnius]

That might earn him a slap...

Psh. I expect them to be astounded by the magic flower, not insulted by his assumptions.

One of them reads minds...

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Psh. I expect them to be astounded by the magic flower, not insulted by his assumptions.

One of them reads minds...

So she won't be astounded for long...

[Saldinado]

Okay...

May I ask what is going on in the well IC? From what I see there's apparently a pub, Welsh being spoken, and someone probably going to get arrested for spitting near a constable's foot.

[WaRtArIa]

Okay...

May I ask what is going on in the well IC? From what I see there's apparently a pub, Welsh being spoken, and someone probably going to get arrested for spitting near a constable's foot.

In the pub, Roderich (the piano player), Rose (the bystander), and Max (the male prostitute) are nearby each other. Max and Roderich get into some heavy innuendo and the constable tells the two to quit it before they get arrested for public indecency. Max promptly bursts into tears. Roderich berates the officer. Rose, curious about the commotion, asks what the fuck is going on.

[Max Empire]

Okay...

May I ask what is going on in the well IC? From what I see there's apparently a pub, Welsh being spoken, and someone probably going to get arrested for spitting near a constable's foot.

In the pub, Roderich (the piano player), Rose (the bystander), and Max (the male prostitute) are nearby each other. Max and Roderich get into some heavy innuendo and the constable tells the two to quit it before they get arrested for public indecency. Max promptly bursts into tears. Roderich berates the officer. Rose, curious about the commotion, asks what the fuck is going on.

Max burst into tears because the constable threatened him.

Edit: And didn't I edit the spitting part out?

[Galnius]

Okay...

May I ask what is going on in the well IC? From what I see there's apparently a pub, Welsh being spoken, and someone probably going to get arrested for spitting near a constable's foot.

Roderich, Max, Rose, and Jeremy are all in one area of the tavern.

Winnie and Flutter's thief are chatting in Welsh near the bar. Mind you, both are rather young.

Emrys, Lee, Lily, and Maxim are talking in the streets.

Morgan, Fa'als other character, and the flier are near there.

The Priest has not yet come back.

Thats what I have thus far.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Emrys, Lee, Lily, and Maxim are talking in the streets.

Morgan, Fa'als other character, and the flier are near there.

Actually... the flier isn't near Morgan, he's watching Emrys and co.

Also, Shaylee is watching Emrys and co as well, though she's in sight

[Galnius]

Emrys, Lee, Lily, and Maxim are talking in the streets.

Morgan, Fa'als other character, and the flier are near there.

Actually... the flier isn't near Morgan, he's watching Emrys and co.

Also, Shaylee is watching Emrys and co as well, though she's in sight

I thought Morgan was on his way in the same direction...

[Saldinado]

Ah, okay. Thank you. I'll be getting an introductory post out hopefully tomorrow when I have the time and energy. First impressions are good after all. But first, I must sleep. Bonne nuit.

[Max Empire]

Ah, okay. Thank you. I'll be getting an introductory post out hopefully tomorrow when I have the time and energy. First impressions are good after all. But first, I must sleep. Bonne nuit.

Sleep well. Don't let me sneak into your bed! XD (I wish I could. XD)

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Actually... the flier isn't near Morgan, he's watching Emrys and co.

Also, Shaylee is watching Emrys and co as well, though she's in sight

I thought Morgan was on his way in the same direction...

Nope, he's just walking around the old orphanage

[WaRtArIa]

Ah, okay. Thank you. I'll be getting an introductory post out hopefully tomorrow when I have the time and energy. First impressions are good after all. But first, I must sleep. Bonne nuit.

Sleep well. Don't let me sneak into your bed! XD (I wish I could. XD)

Sleep well, amigo. Don't let the lice lay eggs in your head, don't let the big bad Max go in your bed.

(Max, I think you should make a post quickly, before the flood starts.)

[Max Empire]

Sleep well. Don't let me sneak into your bed! XD (I wish I could. XD)

Sleep well, amigo. Don't let the lice lay eggs in your head, don't let the big bad Max go in your bed.

(Max, I think you should make a post quickly, before the flood starts.)

What should I post about? I want the damn constable to react to Max collapsing in tears because of him.

[Charlia]

That post was to introduce one of the other types of ghosts. I realized a while back that poltergeists didn't account for ghostly activity in general, so this new ghost type is the sort that generally tends to get found in ghost stories. Usually undetectable, they can manifest as spectral figures and even speak to the living if they have enough willpower, and can do small things like blow out candles or slam doors, usually by moving, whereas poltergeists can interact with physical objects on a much greater scale but cannot be seen or heard. This type of ghost is more common than a poltergeist, although not the most common type.

[WaRtArIa]

Sleep well, amigo. Don't let the lice lay eggs in your head, don't let the big bad Max go in your bed.

(Max, I think you should make a post quickly, before the flood starts.)

What should I post about? I want the damn constable to react to Max collapsing in tears because of him.

I dunno.

*sob*
*hug*
*grope grope*
*dramatic sigh*

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Gal, Lily didn't go to speak with Shaylee, Lily's ghost did

[Galnius]

Gal, Lily didn't go to speak with Shaylee, Lily's ghost did

Oh I missed that...

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Gal, Lily didn't go to speak with Shaylee, Lily's ghost did

Oh I missed that...

You going to edit?