Hand in Hand, In Dixieland (Survival-Horror RP) OOC/OPEN

[Kentucky Fried Land]

Theme Song

IC

Co-OPs: Hastur, Beiarusia, Insaeldor

"It all goes at some point."

That's how my granddaddy put it. Back then, when I used to help out. Back when I used to hunt squirrels in the backwoods. Me and him and the crisp mornings of summer days. That was somethin' around forty years back now, and I can't say he was wrong. Of course, he's long since passed, bein' a heavy smoker and the cancer and all. But since then, well, I've seen plants wither, seen my daddy die of a God-damned heart attack, watched me ma and grandmama be lowered into the dirt, and now I'm getting up there in age myself. Old. Older than I have any right to be.

A lot has changed, and a lot more hasn't. Probably never will. The forest where me and my brothers used to hunt is still there, right next to where my granddaddy's land once was. It's since been overgrown in weeds and vines, like hands dragging the damn relics of my past back into the Earth, but that forest is still there, a little different, sure, but it's still there. No doubt the forest will be there when I'm long since dead and gone. After my kids are gone, and their kids, and their kids.

"It all goes at some point."

I don't know if I believe that anymore. I feel my age, wrinkles on my hands and face, hair thinning to nothing. I'll be gone soon, I suppose. When those damn devils break-in, they'll get me, alright, they'll get me and my wife, too. I ain't scared of dying. No, I've come to terms with that. I just can't get that forest from my head... my granddaddy comforting eleven year-old me after blowing some poor squirrel in two.

"It all goes at some point."

No, I reckon I don't believe my grandaddy anymore. Not anymore. Perhaps I never did.

Information Hand in Hand, In Dixieland is a horror RP set in rural South Carolina, where different types of people awaken to (or stumble upon) the citizens of Lake View having gone insane. It takes place in July 2017, set against the rural backdrop of the weeds and crumbling houses, four days after the town went insane. Taking cues from the works of Junji Ito, True Detective (Season 1), John Carpenter, Silent Hill, and Cormac McCarthy, this is a bleak Southern Gothic about the struggles of survivors facing some of the greatest horrors imaginable. It is focused on the psyche of the characters and development of their personalities. Note that it also does take place in a poorer part of the deep south, so characters should be expected to make sense in being there. The People of Lake View I suppose it'd be good for me to write all this down. That's what Darrell used to say anyways, about how writing stuff down made everything better for him. Reckon I should put this all on paper then. It's been three days since things went south. Most of the folk 'round here have gone crazy, just sittin' around and mutterin' all the time. I don't know what to tell'em neither. Some of them start hitting people with tire irons and rocks and shit, some of them are a lot quieter and it's best to just stay away from them and shit. Though at night, I saw some of them doing something out in the field, all in a circle. They looked something strange out there in the dark, I'll say that. I guess I could also write about the phones. Nobody's picking up. I tried calling my sister out in Sheffield County, but I didn't get a damn answer. She never set up her goddamn voicemail neither, so I had to wait a long damn while. Tried calling 911 too, and nobody picked up there. That's the one that really freaks me out. I've been waiting for the government to show up and fix things, just explain what the fuck is going on, but I haven't seen anybody around here. I'm thinking of driving up to Sheffield tomorrow morning. Saw Jason Olson, the old grocer, walking down the street today when I went to get some food for the road. He kept saying some shit about how his whole body was just hurting. I don't wanna see anyone I know like that again. Yeah, I think I'm gonna drive to Sheffield in the morning. I've been seeing the crazy fuckers in my dreams lately, and it seems like they keep getting closer every goddamn night. It's almost like I'm going fucking crazy too. But whatever. I'll see you in the mornin', sis.

Rules 1. My word is law, as is my Co-OP’s. 2. I don’t tolerate infighting in the OOC. While disagreements are bound to happen, do not make things personal. 3. Adding onto this, separate the OOC from the IC. Just because your characters are enemies, doesn’t mean you are out of character. 4. Players may only have one character. 5. One-liners are not allowed. You are expected to put effort into your posts. 6. I expect you to understand that serious themes and very taboo subjects are going to be introduced in this RP as it is Southern Gothic. As such, I ask that you also familiarize yourself with the themes that are played on in Southern Gothic forms of media. 7. Godmodding, powergaming, and metagaming are strictly disallowed. 8. As this is a survival-horror RP, characters may die. The world is a cold, bleak, and merciless place. Do not expect it to cater to you. 9. On a similar note, there will be gore, blood, adult situations, and vulgar language in this RP. However, I still ask you to follow along with site rules. That means keep your steamy sex scenes and your sadistic torture porn on a different website; not this one.

Orange text signals that a character is an NPC, while blue text signifies a GMPC.. Lake View, South Carolina Amelia Hughes Kennedy Tindol - Beiarusia Suzanne Sutherland - Hastur Paula Harrison - The Knockout Gun Gals RESERVED - Cylarn Beau Sheridan - Insaeldor Lee Hanson - Sarejo Samantha Woodham - Charlia RESERVED - Benuty Brian Latham - Futrellia Conan Alexander - Chill beats LLC Paul Wood - True Christopia Charles "Charlie" Pearce - Segral Scott Mervue - Zenkara Sophia Devany - The Ik Ka Ek Akai James Michael McKenna - Costa Fierro

Character Sheet Please delete everything in parentheses after filling out the character sheet for cleanliness' sake. Everything with a * before them is optional. No more outsiders of the South will be allowed, in order to keep things in line with the Southern Gothic theme. Code: Select all [b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Sex:[/b] [b]Occupation[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b] [b]Personal Belongings:[/b] [b]Personality:[/b] [b]Bio (three good paragraphs at least):[/b] [b]Strengths:[/b] [b]Weaknesses:[/b] *[b]Worst Fears:[/b] [b]Relationship with the Town (how the rest of the town would perceive you):[/b] [b]Miscellaneous (anything else you’d like to add):[/b] [b]RP Examples:[/b]

Credit to Hastur for the banner.

[Cylarn]

Of course, I am in.

[Charlia]

I LOVE IT.

I want to bring Rosemary back. I never really got to do much with her, and I feel like she might fit well in this setting... denial, suppression, ignoring the bad things in favor of making everything seem just fine and dandy... yeah, a couple of tweaks and I think she could work out quite well here.

Plus, I've been so bored.

[Benuty]

Will try, and fill out an application later.

[Beiarusia]

Name: Kennedy Tindol
Age: 12
Sex: Female
Occupation Middle School Student; Amateur YouTuber
Appearance:

Kennedy is young. She stands a little under 4'8" (142cm) and weighs about 73 pounds (33 kilograms). Wavy, brown hair is long and typically worn loose with straight bangs; eyes are a grey-hazel. A late bloomer, thin and still very much a child physically. Some freckles but has no distinguishing marks otherwise. Ears are pierced.

Personality:

An outgoing child, Kennedy is never not smiling and is generally a friend to anyone and to everyone. Kind, but talks a bit too much. Above-average intelligence but lacking in common sense; scatterbrained and easily frustrated. Is a tomboy despite her liking dresses, and the colour pink, and will play just as rough as the boys if not harder. Doesn't understand jokes and is quite literal about most everything. Refuses to talk about herself and will always change the topic of conversation. Unwilling to speak to others about her problems and would rather ignore the issue entirely. Hides behind sarcasm and childlike optimism. Has severe body image issues, is emotionally fragile, and is remarkably stoic.

Personal Belongings:

• Backpack, Blue Canvas
• Camcorder (Canon Vixia HF R72 w/ Wide Angle Lens and Microphone) + Carrying Case
• Cellphone (Samsung S7 Active, Blue Camo)
• Headphones (Sennheiser, Black)
• iPad
• Nintendo 3DSXL + Carrying Case w/ Advanced Wars, Animal Crossing, Bravely Default, Monster Hunter XX, Pokemon Silver
• $74.52
• Food (Bag of Chips, Canned Tuna x2, Crackers, Granola Bar)
• Water Bottle

Bio:

Kennedy was born in Florence, South Carolina, on July 2, 2005, to Joseph R. Tindol and his wife Patricia Scott, and would be the youngest of two children with her brother, Ryan, having been born four years earlier. Her father was an officer for the Lake View Police Department and her mother a housewife, and although appearing like any other family, happy and normal, the marriage was slowly falling apart. Arguments were common as were physical confrontations. With time these domestic issues would subside as the husband and wife hammered out the issues existing between them. The family was repairing itself, sure and steady, and were happily optimistic. Kennedy was five years-old when her father was killed during a routine traffic stop by a drunk driver. The inebriated man had lost control of his vehicle and slammed into the parked cruiser; Officer Tindol was tragically killed on impact. Times were difficult from then on out, the insurance money lasting only for a short bit, the widowed mother-of-two working multiple part-time jobs if only to feed her children, but they made do, and despite the black cloud lingering in the aftermath of the tragedy the broken family was thankful for what they had. They were thankful for each other.

The struggling mother would eventually meet another man, and they would marry soon thereafter. Gordon Ables, a veteran of the United States Army Chemical Corps, serving multiple tours in Iraq/Afghanistan before finding employment as an aircraft mechanic after his discharge, and who relocated to remote Lake View to be away from the complexity of urban lifestyles. The step-father was kind and gentle, an avid hunter, and a bit odd in his views, but he treated Kennedy and Ryan as if they were his own, and it wasn't long before a third child, Mitchell, was born. Money was no longer an issue. The family was far from being affluent, upper-middle-class, but they were most definitely an outlier in the poverty-stricken region of South Carolina. Patricia returned to being a housewife and the children doted upon.

Life was good, simple, untroubled by the hardships of a stagnating town, but there lurked a sinister secret in the shadows of an otherwise normal family. Kennedy was nine years-old when her step-father first molested her. The girl was scared and confused, but even more so she was afraid to tell a single soul. Her step-father was manipulative, and Kennedy firmly believed that what had happened had been entirely her fault, and that to tell would be to damn her family back into abject poverty. Kennedy loved her mother and brothers and thus remained quiet about the goings-on behind closed doors. The abuse would continue for several years, and to cope Kennedy would delve deeper into her energetic optimism, distancing herself from the secret that only she and her step-father knew, acting her assigned part as the daughter of a normal family. Kennedy hasn't so much adjusted to the torment as she's been conditioned by it. "Pumpkin," a pet name, is enough to render the girl meek and complicit, retreating inside herself like a dog abused by its master. Kennedy treads a fragile line. A cheerful girl with no worries in the world, but beyond this outsider's view she is emotionally unstable (compounded by puberty) and slipping deeper into abysmal depression. In her spare time she busies herself with video games or filming amateur ghost hunting videos for YouTube. She has yet to capture anything paranormal, but her videos of Minecraft have netted her a small following.

In July 2017 the town of Lake View, South Carolina, would be afflicted by... something. Illness? Mass hysteria? Something in the water? Nobody knows, but Kennedy was fortunate to be one of the few sane people left in town. The morning of the beginning of the occurrence she was home alone, sleeping in, a common thing when school was out — her step-father had been gone since the night before because of work and wasn't expected home until sometime later in the day; her mother and younger brother typically left early to run errands; Ryan was simply gone. Kennedy was alone for the day, and the day after. No one answered her calls. Things were spiraling out-of-control in town, but there was no news on the television or radio or internet, and she was unwilling to venture outside. It wasn't until a normally torpid neighbor tried to violently force her way inside with a cleaver that she considered leaving the "safety" of her home. On Day 3 she would set out to find the only other adult she knew she could trust, Mr. Sheridan, her history teacher.

Strengths:

• Above-Average Intelligence
• Energetic
• Natural Liar

Weaknesses:

• Body Dysmorphic Disorder
• Low Self-Esteem
• Motormouth
• Puberty
• Small and Weak

Relationship with the Town:

Biological father was a respected police officer. Odd but friendly. Minor animosity due to the family's higher-than-average wealth.

Miscellaneous:

Is called "Pumpkin" by her step-father. Is conditioned to be meek and complacent.

FAMILY
• Joseph R. Tindol (39, Father, Officer w/ LVPD — deceased)
• Gordon Ables (38, Step-Father, Aircraft Mechanic — MIA)
• Patricia Scott (36, Mother, Housewife — MIA)
• Ryan Tindol (16, Brother — MIA)
• Mitchell Ables (4, Brother — MIA)

RP Examples: Their Finest Hour

[Insaeldor]

Name: Beau Sheridan
Age: 24
Sex: M
Occupation: Teacher
Appearance:

Personal Belongings:

• Yugoslavian M48 Mauser
• 2x 7.92×57mm Mauser bullets in the rifle.
• 1x stripper clip (5x 7.92×57mm Mauser bullets)
• Yugoslavian Mauser Bayonet (aka “the sticker”)
• wallet (driver's license, $108 in cash, debit card, CPR certificate)
• AFSJeep Men's Hiking Ves
• green long sleeve shirt
• Jeans
• boots

Personality: Beau is what everyone would call a typical guy, fairly milquetoast. He can be gregarious and sociable enjoying local events and work parties every so often. He enjoys the company of others but also finds himself enjoying the peace of the outdoors. He enjoys going on hikes and hunting on his days off. He enjoys that balance of sociability and isolation. He’s good good with children and uses a very calm voice when engaging with them, something he’s picked up during his time as a teacher.

Bio: Beau was born to Deacon and Sue Ellen Sheridan in Spartanburg South Carolina. His father was a floorman at the BMW Spartanburg factory and his mother taught at the Spartanburg Day School. HIs early life was mundane and uneventful, his dad worked his job and he attended the school his mother worked at. Every so often he would go out hunting with his dad, mostly for deer and hogs. However when he was eleven his father was laid off from his job and soon the family had to move. The family loaded up their Uhaul and went east to Lake View where his mother's family lived. His father started work as a mechanic for the only shop in town and his mother transferred employment over to Dillon High School. He picked up a new life now with his Grandma and Aunt Carol Lee in his life.

Beau started attending school again and started to formulate what he wanted to do with his life. He saw the effect that the economy had on his dad's line of work. He knew his mom's line of work was a little more stable and had more opportunity for advancement. He also showed promise in History. The one subject he regularly would get a good grade in. He would eventually graduate from high school with a small scholarship to Mercer University in Macon Georgia. He studied for a degree in American History and a Teaching certificate. His time in college was mostly uneventful outside the general aspects of studying, partying, and drinking that most college students do. He did however meet Aloyse Dorsainvil. The two soon sparked a relationship and when they graduated the two of them got a small house on 1st Avenue down the road from Lake View High School. He found employment as a History Teacher at Dillon Middle School.

Settling down in Lake View he took up hobbies on top of his work. He would go hunting with his dad still and volunteered as an assistant Football coach for Lake View High School. On thursday he had a weird feeling as he made his way back home. Friday was just as bad but he felt relief once he left city limits. He got a message from Mr. Klemp the football coach about practice being canceled. He went home to get ready for a hunting trip with his dad. When he came home that afternoon Aloyse wasn’t home, assuming she went out to go do something he loaded up his truck and headed out to a hunting spot near the town Nicolas on the Lumber River. His dad never showed up. He pitched his tent and stayed over night and spend the next evening stalking a Hog, but he came out with nothing. He felt an uneasy oppressive atmosphere as he returned that evening. Aloyse still not home, his mom and dad not picking up the phone. He didn’t think to much of it, his mom and dad were getting old and were never the best at picking up the phone anyway. As he was taking a show he hear the breaking of glass he got his clothes on as fast as he could and walked out to see his truck broken into, he went to see what was taking, his hunting bag and backpack were taken leaving his with just his hunting vest and rifle he had brought in. he quickly went inside when he heard incoherent screaming coming from around the house. He’s now loaded up trying to get ahold of anyone to report the theft. Not hearing anything back.
Strengths: Physically fit, mild survival skills, smart, Sociable.
Weaknesses: Ostracized by some in the community for his relationship with Aloyse, Mild Depression.
Known Relationships:

• Sue Ellen Sheridan - Mother
• Deacon Sheridan - Father
• Aloyse Dorsainvil - Girlfriend
• Kennedy Tindol - Student

Miscellaneous: tattoo on his shoulder and chest, mild southern accent.
RP Examples: You know me tucker :^ )

[Charlia]

Actually, I think I'll revise things a bit. Could I have a spot reserved, just in case? I've got some stuff going on today and I don't want to miss out if I can't finish the app in time.

[Elerian]

I might try and join since I never actually joined the Benthic Zone.

[Kentucky Fried Land]

Actually, I think I'll revise things a bit. Could I have a spot reserved, just in case? I've got some stuff going on today and I don't want to miss out if I can't finish the app in time.

Sure, I'll reserve a spot.

I might try and join since I never actually joined the Benthic Zone.

Ay, that'd be dope.

[Charlia]

Actually, I think I'll revise things a bit. Could I have a spot reserved, just in case? I've got some stuff going on today and I don't want to miss out if I can't finish the app in time.

Sure, I'll reserve a spot.

I might try and join since I never actually joined the Benthic Zone.

Ay, that'd be dope.

Thanks!

[Tayner]

Tag, please reserve me a slot.

[Tayner]

Name: Marcus Dillon

Age: 52
Sex: Male
Occupation Lawyer
Appearance: Caucasian, black hair, brown eyes, 197lbs, 6'2', average build.
Personal Belongings: Black 2014 Chevrolet Impala, legal pad, silver pocket watch, writing utensils, reading glasses, briefcase containing paperwork related to his clients, and business cards.
Personality: Straightforward, and somewhat clever when he wants to be, Wilson has a strong moral compass, attributing as to why he became a lawyer. He always tries to do what's right, and puts the needs of others in front of his own.
Bio: Born in Lake View, South Carolina, in 1966, Marcus was born and raised a local, the youngest of three. His family didn't have much, being farmers, but with the depression still in the minds of his parents they were frugal enough to get by with a little bit saved in the bank for a rainy day. However, his parents would put his older sister through college to become an architect. When she graduated, like most other people with a college education, she got as far away from South Carolina as she could. However, his older brother would also find his way to college on a scholarship for baseball, and would study agriculture. From what he learned at school, the farm began to do better, and government subsidies would allow his parents to retire with enough money to start Marcus on college.

However, Marcus would join the National Guard and serve for four years, learning from his parents' frugality and saving his money. By the end of his (uneventful) enlistment, he was able to put himself through college. By now his parents had retired, and his brother moved on to start his own farm in Georgia, but Marcus' heart still stayed laid with South Carolina. He would study Law at the University of South Carolina, pass the bar, and open a practice in Columbia. He would become a defense attorney, and over time he built a reputation as a reliable representative in court.

In his free time he would volunteer at the local soup kitchen and veterinary office, and would donate regularly to the local animal pounds. Over the years he would try only a few murder cases, each time getting his client a 'not guilty,' but only after making sure the client was not guilty himself. However, he more commonly takes part in civil or domestic cases, and only sometimes takes criminal cases. He would never find someone to marry, either being too wrapped up in work or volunteering to maintain a romantic relationship. Now in his free time he either goes hunting or plays poker with his friends. However, he has recently returned home to Lake View to defend an old friend in court, to try and keep his farm from getting foreclosed on.
Strengths: Good in an argument, solid sharpshooter, still somewhat in shape.
Weaknesses: Do-gooder to the end, even if it kills him
Worst Fears: Drowning, nuclear apocalypse.
Relationship with the Town: Hometown
Miscellaneous: N/A
RP Examples:

[Beiarusia]

Name: Marcus Dillon

Barring a veto, ACCEPTED.

[Sarejo]

Tagging for posterity.

[Futrellia]

Name: Brian Latham
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Occupation Glazier
Appearance:
Brian is 5'11 inches tall, 175 pounds. His hair is cut short and he has a slim, muscular build. His left ear is pierced.

Personal Belongings:
• Mil-Tec MOLLE US Assault Pack, Multitarn Backpack
• Real Leather Wallet (South Carolina Drivers License, Capital One Credit Card, Capital One 360 Debit Card, Social Security card, $103, card for a local hunting shop, a few business cards for Dillon County Glass)
• ZTE Zmax Pro cell phone
• 3 Water Bottles
• Food (2 cans of Chef Boyardee Beefaroni, 1x Can of tuna, 1 roll of saltine crackers)
• Gerber Bear Grylls Ultimate Pro Knife
• Glock 43, 1 full 6-round magazine

Personality: Brian was the typical jock, ladies man player boy in high school. Overly cocky, average intelligence. Brian is a big joker, though this nightmare has caused him to become quite nervous around people. Becomes angry and puffs his chest out when nervous. Doesn't let anyone get too close both physically and emotionally.
Bio:

Brian was born on August 14, 1994 at McLeod Dillon Hospital & ER to Walter and Samantha Latham. At the time, his father was a Dillon County Sheriff's Deputy while his mother stayed at home. Growing up, they stayed on 1311 E Washington Street in Dillon, South Carolina. When he turned 5, he was enrolled in the Dillon Independent School District in Kindergarten. In the Latham household, one entity was the most common: conflict. Living at 1311, his parents would fight over the smallest things. Who was getting groceries that day, who was paying the electric bill, who was taking little Brian to school that morning. If it existed in the Latham household, there was an argument over it. Over time, Brian grew used to fighting in the house, no longer attempting to intervene by screaming, getting between them and pushing, or simply yelling "stop". He became numb to it at such a young age. He knew it was wrong, but no longer had the fight. Life was difficult, and elementary school only made it worse. Brian was bullied during those years, beat up, picked on. It was so bad at times, his father punched the school's principal for his son coming home with a black eye. He nearly lost his job because of it. One more thing to fight about at home for the two or so days.

As Brian grew up and eventually survived elementary and junior high, the bullying would slowly cease. He would fall in with any groups that would take him, and him joining the JV football team, he would belong to the jocks. He began hanging out after school with his "friends", going to parties, staying out till 12am on a school night, smoking, drinking, screwing anything that would take him. The fights at home pretty much died down, not nearly as violent as they used to be. Now, they would have a passive aggressive verbal scuffle, walk away from each other and not talk for the next few hours. It was still far from perfect. It was like there was no family connection, just three individuals attempting to live their lives. His father grew very concerned about his son, about his late night life. Walter tried to change how the family worked, tried to bring it closer, make it an actual family, not just a picture perfect lie to the outside. His father tried too late. When Brian was 16 years old, his mother killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver around 6:46pm on her way home from picking up fast food for her son and husband. The loss of Samantha Latham accomplished in driving the wedge further. Brian avoided his father as best he could, trying to stay away from the bad memories and sink deeper into marijuana and alcohol. In a move to try to get him and his son away from the memories and perhaps start new, they moved from Dillon to Lake View during Brian's senior year. They moved into a tiny 2 bedroom, 1 bath at 336 Rogers Drive. Brian managed to finish out his Senior year at Lake View High School.

After graduating high school, his father, who had become a Captain at the Dillon County Sheriff's Office, offered him a position at the Jail house, starting out as a Jailer, where his father had hoped he would advance after two years to Deputy. His father wanted it to set him straight, become a valuable member of society, help the community, turn over a new leaf. Brian accepted the offer and for a year, it was going good. He grew closer to his father and bought a used silver 2010 Chevrolet Silverado with 121,000 miles on it. For a first vehicle, it wasn't too bad. 6 months after his first year, he got into a fight with an inmate, after he insulted him about his mother. The Dillon County Sheriff's Office wouldn't stand for it nor give him another chance, even with his father's pull, and his employment was terminated. For a few months after, Brian used his money that he saved up to help paying some of the bills in the house, buy alcohol and occasionally drive back to Dillon and smoke with his old friends. Eight months after, he managed to fall in to Dillon County Glass, a small glass company of eight employees that serviced all of Dillon County and the surrounding areas.

In July 2017, he awoke to a town altered, different. Not the same as the prior day. That morning, his dad was at work in Dillon. He tried to call his work, no answer. He called his co-workers, all eight of them, no answer. He finally tried to call his father, nothing. The Sheriff's Office? Nothing. 911? Absolutely no answer. Dish Network didn't work, nor the internet, anything. He drove into town a few times, and what he saw would prevent him from going back unless prepared to fight lethally. For the next few days, he had no idea what to do. His father hadn't returned, still no answer from 911, and he didn't see any cars along the rural road where he lived. Once food began to run out, he would be forced to go into town, retrieve what he could, return to his house on Rogers Drive, then plan a trip to Dillon, find his dad, and find out what was happening.
Strengths:
• Energetic
• Strong, working with 80 pound and more pieces of glass daily along with working out daily
• Firearms training, having a law enforcement officer as a father helped in making sure he could properly hold a weapon, fire a weapon, and even know a little bit of self defense training
Weaknesses:
• Can be overly aggressive towards those he doesn't know
• Tries to be a leader though can't make clear decisions
• Overly headstrong
Relationship with the Town: Working for a service company, he was well liked by the town. He did good work, was very polite and respectful. Some of the old timers in Lake View knew his father quite well, especially those with a law enforcement background. They respected his father, but also knew what his son had done in his past years. They weren't quite as trustful of him.
Miscellaneous (anything else you’d like to add):
RP Examples:
The Fall of the Monolith
Are We Heroes?
Snowflake: A Horror Roleplay

[True Christopia]

Tag! I'll get an app up in the morning.

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

Looks cool

[Kentucky Fried Land]

Name: Kennedy Tindol

Nice, ACCEPTED.

[Chill beats LLC]

Now this, this looks fun.

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Name: Conan Alexander
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Occupation: Journalist, The Boston Globe
Appearance:

Personal Belongings:

• Eye-glasses
• professional camera
• pen and paper pad
• 1999 Buick Roadmaster Wagon

Personality:

A curious, well kept and reserved fellow. Prefers the investigative approach to things. Knows that if you wait out a bad situation long enough, you'll be able to get out.

Bio (three good paragraphs at least):

Born March 6th, 1981 to an average family in the average city of Boston, Conan Alexander led a perfectly average life. Growing up with his father, a reporter for the Boston Nightly News (CBS, 1979-1999), as his role model, Conan was taught early on the values of investigative and curious thinking. Throughout elementary school and middle school, he participated in his school papers, inspired by his father and by a passion for discovery. However, where his father taught him curiosity, his mother taught him caution. Before her death in '98, the woman had been a nurse at Massachusets General Hospital, and she always lectured her son about the dangers of the world. So, it came about that Conan was raised by the time of high-school to be a boy of reserved wonder, always searching on the safe side.

During his high-school years, he led an existence no different than that of any other student. Conan wasn't particularly terrible at athletics, nor did he excel notably in any of his classes besides English. That isn't to say he was great at sports or terrible with academics, rather, that Conan was always a sort of average, dull and safe middle ground between excellence and failure. However, his interest and achievements in English, coupled with his journalistic work for the school paper, earned him the opportunity to intern at the Boston Globe over the course of his senior year. After graduation, Conan was hired full time as a member of the reporting team of The Globe.

Conan Alexander has never been particularly satisfied with his life, but never horribly dissatisfied, either. Holding the same position with a steady increase in pay for over 15 years gained him not only a reputation but a sense of something left desired. While others gained offices or got sent to other papers, or even to network news, he stayed in the paper reporting, a moderate jealousy growing in him. Never having really left the metropolitan area of his tightly-nestled New England city, he sought adventure in some far-flung place. Or perhaps somewhere exotic in a sense, but close to home. So when the opportunity to report on a strange occurrence in a place he'd never been to presented itself to him, he jumped at the idea. He only recently wished he hadn't.

Strengths:

• Extroverted, loves talking to people and learning about them and their community.
• Observant, always makes note of anything of significance when entering a new place.
• Fantastic memory, was local Simon champ and almost never forgets details when he needs to recall them.
  Weaknesses:
  • Hesitant when in fear, will freeze up if the situation is too terrifying.
  • Jealous of those in a better position than he is but doesn't voice it, occasionally leading to outbursts of rage at the most inopportune of times.
  • Has awful depth-perception and vision without his eye-glasses.

*Worst Fears: Insanity, disease, and mortal injury.
Relationship with the Town (how the rest of the town would perceive you): A total stranger. Not only that, but a Yankee with a fancy degree. Would be viewed in a negative light
Miscellaneous (anything else you’d like to add): Was sent to the town via assignment a few days prior to the occurrence, in order to document the "poor, destitute life of those souls in the deep south."
RP Examples: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=438552
(All my other rp's are tabletop or discord, no links available.)

[Kentucky Fried Land]

Name: Brian Latham

It's not a bad app, but I can't accept it right now. My big problems are the Vape Shop card because there wouldn't really be any vape shops in a small town of about 1,000 like Lake View, and plus it just kind of throws off the whole Southern Gothic aesthetic. I also seriously doubt he could fight off an average-sized bear, even if he did work out everyday and carry around 80 pounds of glass.

Name: Conan Alexander

Dope. I really like it, my only thing is that I ask that you be in the town when the insanity starts instead of getting an anonymous tip to go there. Giving my reason for that would be spoilers and shit.

[Chill beats LLC]

Name: Brian Latham

It's not a bad app, but I can't accept it right now. My big problems are the Vape Shop card because there wouldn't really be any vape shops in a small town of about 1,000 like Lake View, and plus it just kind of throws off the whole Southern Gothic aesthetic. I also seriously doubt he could fight off an average-sized bear, even if he did work out everyday and carry around 80 pounds of glass.

Name: Conan Alexander

Dope. I really like it, my only thing is that I ask that you be in the town when the insanity starts instead of getting an anonymous tip to go there. Giving my reason for that would be spoilers and shit.

Gotcha. Any suggestions for a reason?

[Kentucky Fried Land]

It's not a bad app, but I can't accept it right now. My big problems are the Vape Shop card because there wouldn't really be any vape shops in a small town of about 1,000 like Lake View, and plus it just kind of throws off the whole Southern Gothic aesthetic. I also seriously doubt he could fight off an average-sized bear, even if he did work out everyday and carry around 80 pounds of glass.


Dope. I really like it, my only thing is that I ask that you be in the town when the insanity starts instead of getting an anonymous tip to go there. Giving my reason for that would be spoilers and shit.

Gotcha. Any suggestions for a reason?

He could be making an article on poor, small town Southern life. South Carolina's pretty much the closest place in the Deep South to Boston, so it'd make sense.

[Charlia]

Yeah, my prior engagements took even longer than I'd expected... hence why I asked a spot to be reserved. I'll have to finish the app tomorrow.

[Sarejo]

Name: Lee Hanson
Age: 42
Sex: Male
Occupation Bank Manager
Appearance: Lee Hanson
Personal Belongings:

• Three-piece suit
• Briefcase with:
  • Clothes
  • A bottle of High Wire Whiskey
  • Photo of long-deceased wife
  • $210 in cash
• .38 snubnose with 3 bullets
• 1999 Ford F150

Personality: A nice and personable man, Lee is known as a man you can tell your problems over a drink, or who would help you through a difficult time, or be the first person to show up in his truck to help you move.
Bio: Lee was born and raised in Lake View, South Carolina, to one of the few Native American families to live in the area, and very proud descendants of Confederate soldiers. In fact, he was named after Robert E. Lee, while his younger brother was named after James Longstreet. Growing up as the son of the local banker had its benefits, but they were only marginally more wealthy than most people in the town, and so they didn't have a whole lot growing up. Both Hanson boys went to Dillon High School and were decently popular, but while Lee focused on his studies, James turned to drugs and alcohol by his sophomore year, and only deteriorated from there. To his parent's dismay, he dropped out of school halfway through his junior year and got involved with unsavory characters throughout the county, being in-and-out of juvenile hall for the next year and a half or so, then onto prison when he turned 18. Lee, on the other hand, kept his head down and studied well enough to land a decent scholarship to Clemson, studying to get a Bachelor's in Finance, graduating in 1997 and returning to Lake View to help his father manage the bank.

Shortly after returning back to Lake View, he met up again with a childhood friend, Lorraine Parson, and they started dating shortly afterwards. Within the year, they were married and began the next twelve happiest years of Lee's life. Lorraine taught at the local elementary school and Lee continued at his family's bank, and by 2003 most of the day-to-day business was under his control, while his father stepped back to take care of his ailing mother. In 2010, Lee and Lorraine received some of the best news they ever had: Lorraine was pregnant. Both parents-to-be were elated, but only four short months later, tragedy struck. A drunk driver struck the Hanson's car head on while they were going to the store to buy decorations for the nursery, killing Lorraine instantly. Lee was shattered, and when the police arrived they found him wailing, holding his wife's lifeless body in his arms, begging her to wake up. Numb due to the loss of both his wife and unborn child, Lee withdrew desperately into drink, heightened by the loss of his father in 2012, and his mother only a year later, but by 2014 he'd recovered after one of his regular drunken trips to the county cemetery to visit his parents' and Lorraine's graves, where he claimed he was touched by her spirit and immediately his pain was lifted. His life turned around, and he was once again the cheerful, friendly banker Lake View had come to know and love.

In 2015, another challenge came upon Lee, when his brother James appeared back into his life after nearly twenty years out, on the anniversary of his wife's death no less, claiming he'd gotten clean and was turning his life around, and he asked for a job in the bank. Skeptical, but loving his brother nonetheless, Lee agreed. In only two weeks, James proved himself a lying bastard like he'd been since high school, and stole nearly $2,000 from the bank's vault. When Lee found out, he flew into a fit of rage and chased his brother down, cornering him at a drug house high as a kite, and got so far as pointing his personal revolver to his own brother's temple, hammer cocked, and his finger tightening on the trigger, before a calming feeling came over him, and he pulled back from an obviously-terrified James. He took whatever cash his brother had on him, and walked out, telling his brother that if he ever saw him again, he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger, and to get as far away from South Carolina as possible. The last thing Lee had heard about his brother, he was in prison in South Dakota for armed robbery, and afterwards he cut off all contact. He turned himself back to serving his beloved community, even as poor and decrepit as it was, never dating again or remarrying, although not without the maidens of the town trying to win him over. Lee was content to remain the friendly banker, helpful neighbor, and genuine friend, no matter who you were, and by sheer virtue of his personality is now considered a leading member of the community.

Recently however, Lee's beloved community has been beset by insanity and weird occurrences, causing him to pack a few belongings into a briefcase to stow in his truck, just in case he had to get out of town quickly.
Strengths: Good person, good with numbers, and friendly.
Weaknesses: Too trusting, naive, and a closet drunk.
*Worst Fears:
Relationship with the Town: Very well, Lee is well-liked around town as a fair and honest banker, and a generally nice man.
Miscellaneous:
Family

• Lorraine Hanson † (Aged 34 at time of death, Wife)
• Roger Hanson † (Aged 76 at time of death, Father)
• Mary Hanson † (Aged 78 at time of death, Mother)
• James Hanson (36, incarcerated in South Dakota, Brother)

RP Examples: My friend.

[Kentucky Fried Land]

Name: Lee Hanson

Neato. ACCEPTED.