Scars of the Forgotten OOC (Open) (Horror, Weird Fiction)

[Naval Monte]

So parts of my house has lost power so I won't be as active for today

UPDATE: My power situation has been resolved but will be busy with some stuff on my end.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

Done!


Name: dr. Hugh Gardien
Gender: Male
Profession: Azoth researcher
Nationality: Australian, judging by his accent
Age: Somewhere... Late thirties, early forties?
DoB: 70s or 80s, presumably.
Skills and Abilities: Hugh is an avid researcher and a very intelligent man, who can quickly get his head around complex problems and see where the answers might be found, even if he might not have the answers immediately. He is good at picking up context clues from people's speech and demeanour, which has come in handy when dealing with his current predicament. He has lost the ability to lie, however, a result of spending too much time in the presence of the Truth.
Physical Description:

Psychological Assessment: (personality, mental disorders, quirks, motivations.)
Personal Relationships: None that he can remember. He is on tinder and is about to have a date with Rosanne, but this is their first interaction outside of the dating app.
Sexuality: Still finding this out, he isn't quite sure yet. He is not repulsed by the thought of dating any gender, at least.
Items and Equipment: He has his Library in his basement, and an unknown object (his Notebook) in a square foot cube of crudely reinforced concrete. He also wears his wedding ring, that's too tight around his finger to remove.
Dark Secrets: Has spent his life before his amnesia trying to uncover the truth behind Azoth, and thereby, has lost his memories. At the moment, he is entirely unsure what he was researching, since his notes are all in code or languages he cannot understand. He does, however, have a dreadful premonition that there is something wrong with the world, something dark, because the truth of the world cannot be entirely extinguished from his soul.
Powers: None without his notebook. With his notebook, he has a somewhat better 'understanding' of the mystical world. At least, his mind is more open, and more capable of taking the hits that Azoth brings with it. He is more in tune with the cursed 'logic' of the occult. That comes at a price to his mind and his sanity, of course, but the foundation of his rational mind stay intact for longer, long enough to build, maintain and feed the Library that, above all, desperately wants to understand and be understood.
Bio:
Before Amnesia
Hugh Gardien graduated from the University of Queensland with a PhD in theoretical pshysics, with his research focussing on dark matter and energy. Together they make up the largest part of matter and energy in the universe, an as theoretical forces they have tremendous impact on the universe. However, only their impact has ever been measured, which is what gives them the predicate 'dark'. By pure happenstance, Gardien, looking for inspiration, had hoped to find some forbidden books in the Vatican Archives from ancient scholars, with at least some inspiration for his studies. Besides, he was interested in the work of his theoretical predecessors, and by mere coincidence had some connection to an Australian cardinal. And find inspiration he did. While he named it the 'Curie Field', and assigned to it some rudamentary characteristics, he had unbeknownst to him stumbled across some of the slivers of Azoth. He did not know it at the time, though; he packaged his Curie Hypothesis into a doctoral thesis and became a doctor with flying colours. He took up a teaching position while preparing for postdoctoral work, which is how he got the Notebook.

It was given to him by some student, he theorized, although which one he did not know, and later, he could not recall, as even before the Amnesia, his mind had been so thoroughly ravished as to forget even the ones closest to him. It was bound in dark leather, and packaged in brown paper when he found it on his desk. A note attached simply said 'congratulations' in a neat cursive. As he touched the coarse, yellowed paper, inspiration struck, and he continued writing well into the night, until he collapsed from exhaustion. Waking up the next day, he found the Notebook neatly closed, and entirely empty. Somewhat perplexed by this, he began checking his room, and found that a new leather-bound volume had been added to his collection. Simply numbered with a golden Roman I on the spine and cover, the latter with his name in cursive, golden lettering under it. Dr. Hugh Gardien. The book itself was written in code, but Gardien had no trouble deciphering it he found; at one point, the code began to feel more natural to him than even his native English.

While not a superstitious man, there was no reason for him to cast aside this very helpful notebook. He was not very curious for its workings; only for those things it helped him grasp. A month later, he made his first trip abroad with it, giving the university about three hours notice before disappearing for three consecutive weeks. He left for Kiev, where the foundations of the Saint Sophia cathedral were, at that time, exactly a century old. He spent days on end in its crypts and basements, and when he was finally rejected from entrance, he took on various disguises and even snuck in under cover of darkness. He had gone with a suitcase of clothing, a pen, and his Notebook. He returned with a trunk full of volumes, all neatly numbered in Roman numerals.

This continued for some time. He became more estranged from his colleagues, especially those that asked how he had become such a prodigious writers, and why he never published any of his many findings. Whenever someone convinced him to share his hypotheses, all he could muster was incoherent rambling, mixing parts of physics, theology, phylosophy and psychology. His lectures would cover all manner of topics: ancient Meso-American history; Deep sea antarctic ecology. Safety guidelines for the New York Metro. Suicide statistics for the Soviet Republic of Kazachstan before and after the construction of Baikonur. Eventually, he was put on paid leave and told to rest, in no uncertain terms being instructed to seek psychiatric help. He had one session with a psychiatrist, whom broke down crying after a four hour session with Gardien. Instead of seeking further help, Gardien began to travel more and more, and he returned home less and less. The more he travelled, the more he forgot; birthdays of friends at first. Then birthdays of family and loved ones. Then of his child. Then, he began to forget where he lived, his partner paying the various airlines to send them advanced notice if he took a flight back to Australia. At one point, his partner had to drive down to Sydney from Brisbane because he had forgotten from what airport he had left, and which was the closest to home.

The last trip he took was to Wales, the town of Lludw Cigfrain. He barely managed to get himself to the airport, almost walking into the sea before realising a plane would get him there faster. He took up residence in an old manor in Branwen Ward. Its two-level basement dug into the hillside was perfect to contain his massive library, with a little room to spare for additional works. Almost severed completely from the world, Hugh Gardien took to his labour, and he almost managed to finish it. To write a comprehensive, total work on the nature of Azoth, from over a decade of study with the aid of the Notebook. Yet, as he reached the end, the Key to unlock all the knowledge in his Library, the true duality of the Notebook came to bare. See, the Library wants to know, and the Notebook wants to learn. While these two require one another, at one point there comes a time when there is no longer anything left to learn. At that point, the Library is most content, but the Notebook is distraught. So the two forced began to struggle, and it almost destroyed Gardiens mind. In a sudden moment of clarity, or an act of self-protection from his mind, he destroyed the final volume he was working on. The Library tried to protect it, and wiped Gardien's mind, with which his own mind was only too happy to comply. There was very little left to wipe anyway. It would not help, though. The final volume burned up eagerly. The last act Gardien performed was to sink the Notebook into a cube of concrete. Then, everything went dark.

After Amnesia
Hugh Gardien knows very little about himself. He knows his name, from the degree that hangs from his wall. He knows his library and he knows his bank details. The rest, he has forgotten. He knows he has a partner from his wedding ring... Or had a partner, at least. A vague memory of a child persists. But they are dwarfed by darker memories and dreams; him sailing an endless ocean for the love of sailing, dreading to discover the final piece of land at the end of it and completing his map. Building a pyramid, but dreading the capstone since the art of building was so exquisite. A writer, whose characters engage in ever more ridiculous acts in order to keep the plot ever moving.

The Notebook, even from behind the concrete, draws at him, and seeks out his mind and his labours. He seeks to build himself an actual life, away from the dreams. He cannot remember where is home is, or who he could return to, if there even is anyone left. So, he tries his best, hoping that a normal life will bring something back. Yet, it seems that there are very few ways back to a normal life; not in this town, and not with his library.
Roleplay Experience: A lot
Theme song: The Old Castle
Random facts: (optional)

[Britanania]

A work in progress! Dr. Gardien will be improved upon as we move along.


Name: dr. Hugh Gardien
Gender: Male
Profession: Azoth researcher
Nationality: Australian, judging by his accent
Age: Somewhere... Late thirties, early forties?
DoB: 70s or 80s, presumably.
Skills and Abilities: Hugh is an avid researcher and a very intelligent man, who can quickly get his head around complex problems and see where the answers might be found, even if he might not have the answers immediately. He is good at picking up context clues from people's speech and demeanour, which has come in handy when dealing with his current predicament. He has lost the ability to lie, however, a result of spending too much time in the presence of the Truth.
Physical Description:

(Image)

Psychological Assessment: (personality, mental disorders, quirks, motivations.)
Personal Relationships: None that he can remember. He is on tinder and is about to have a date with Rosanne, but this is their first interaction outside of the dating app.
Sexuality: Still finding this out, he isn't quite sure yet. He is not repulsed by the thought of dating any gender, at least.
Items and Equipment: He has his Library in his basement, and an unknown object (his notebook) in a square foot cube of crudely reinforced concrete. He also wears his wedding ring, that's too tight around his finger to remove.
Dark Secrets: Has spent his life before his amnesia trying to uncover the truth behind Azoth, and thereby, has lost his memories. At the moment, he is entirely unsure what he was researching, since his notes are all in code or languages he cannot understand. He does, however, have a dreadful premonition that there is something wrong with the world, something dark, because the truth of the world cannot be entirely extinguished from his soul.
Powers: None without his notebook.
Bio:
Roleplay Experience: A lot
Theme song: The Old Castle
Random facts: (optional)

Very interesting so far

[Rostavykhan]

I'm offended that nobody told me about this.

But not really because I knew beforehand and just didn't look into it. I'm lazy. Any way, I'm curious about the setting and characters. How similar is it to the Lludw Cigfrain and its people that I'm already familiar with? No promises, but I'll give this a tag, because familiar faces

[Ralnis]

Name:John Marsh
Gender: Male
Profession:Videographer and Production editor manager for the local BBC
Nationality: American
Age: 30
DoB: 4/1/1991
Skills and Abilities: He has a bachelor's degree in media production. He is good with technical skills and how to film, photography and software to make shows or other media. Due to being a survivor of the Eight Day, he has developed a good sense of security and being cautious. He had a sharpened awareness of the world around him, particularly of strange beasts that show up where one would least expect it.
Physical Description: He is 5"5 and is around 148lbs. He has a mixed looked as his skin was sort of tanned. He has a lot of scars with a mixture of former acme, beast bite and claw marks, and two cut bruises on his wrists. Most of these he hides underneath long-sleeve shirts and pants, both casual and work. He is usually clean shaving and keeps himself in shape as he does a moderate workout and has gone on a diet that made him lose over 35lbs. His eyes are always looking at things around him, brown irises that always make sure nothing is around his brown hair.
Psychological Assessment: John is a person who hates himself. Always mentally chastising himself for even the smallest mistake or believed mistake and points his failures to others at times. He tries to hide it underneath a mask of friendliness, if a bit weird. One major thing that is worth of a note is that he has failed to commit suicide due to being a survivor of the Eighth Day. This trauma made him try again but the various beasts of the Day had made him afraid of doing so and to try and at least survive. He still has his moments and they make him seize up, shake and have his heart race. He is currently talking to a local psychiatrist and taking some pills to help but the Beasts of the Day are still on him and he doesn't handle stress entirely well.
Personal Relationships: He has none, he refuses to have friendships or anyone close
Sexuality: He's hetero but refuses to date
Items and Equipment: A camera, some bug spray, a cross and a lead pipe, his meds
Dark Secrets: John is a survivor of the Eight Day. Two years ago he tried to commit suicide on the same day after being chased down by the many beasts that now stalk him. It was only at the last moment that he found himself in the hospital with the same wrist cut wounds that indicated that he didn't died nor did he escape the nightmare.
Powers: None, he's just a simple man who's been given a hard life
Bio: John was born in a small town to an old family. The youngest of four and the one who dealt with the grumblings of parents who been married for decades. It was at the age of ten where he took upon his father's misery and the bullying for his weird personality planted the seeds of negativity that would flourish into something more. The negativity only grew throughout the years till he got out of highschool and tried his hand at going to Wales, as he stumbled upon the costal town of Lludw Cigfrain and felt sort of at ease. However his own negativity and overreaction to a simple argument had caused him to leave back to his family and flounder until he was twenty-seven. At this time he finally got his bachelor's but he felt like he had stagnated while all his friends and classmates grew, had families and even a few became successes.

All the time he blamed himself and other people where he could be trying to fix himself was evident in his life. Despite the bachelor's degree he got and his teachers praising him on his creativity, he still felt like a waste of life. He was contemplating suicide in secret, most people paid no mind to his ramblings or his plans until one day. One day he decided he was going to do it, a simple knife to the wrist after his graduation ceremony. What he didn't expect was the entire city was empty that day.

There was no one but himself in the city until he saw the beasts. The beasts came and chased him through house and field. He cut one of them with the same knife that was meant for himself. It was one of the tall black beasts that howled in pain and fury against John. At the end of the day he was hiding in a bathroom in some apartment and decided he wanted out of the nightmare. His mind already made up and decided to end it before he would be killed by the beasts.

The last thing he remembered was the cold embrace of death and the same black beast with the knife wound on his face looking down on him and had one of his hands grab him. John woke up in the hospital paled and half-dead. The doctor believed that he had a panic attack and tried to commit suicide and John believed them. He was on suicide watch and was sent to therapy to deal with it but he could still see them. The beasts never stopped trying to hunt him, the wounded one in particular.

He still got a job in a syndicated network and was doing well before the wounded black chased him at night. It was so traumatic that he tried to kill himself again but failed. His family didn't know about this time but it made him want to leave them and try to prepare himself against those that hunted him. It was the first time in over eight years that he had a sort of drive that seemed to be lost for a long time. He decided to get a job in the one place he wanted to go back to, Lludw Cigfrain, as a videographer and production manager for their local BBC station.

With most of his money gone into the trip, his mind somewhat clear and a new start that he needed for a very long time he tried to set things right. He got himself a diet, became more aware of his surroundings, and got in some decent shape. He searched for ways to try and better himself instead of going down but it is still a hard road to walk. He still believes he is worth nothing to this life. He still is depressed and is afraid of making himself have friends. He still believes that he should die but he is more afraid of the beasts. The beasts that hound him and toy with him till he gives in again.

That is something he can't allow. That is something he refused to let himself die to. He will at least fight and better himself before they finally get the better of him. It's the last thing he can do. It's the only thing he can do.
Roleplay Experience: I was in the iterations of Dragonball, going back and forth and making a bunch of characters that either died or were abandoned due to me causing problems for myself or spreading my negativity to everyone else. Hopefully this character will actually be good and people will actually like him.
Theme song: (optional)
Random facts: (optional)

[Naval Monte]

I'm offended that nobody told me about this.

But not really because I knew beforehand and just didn't look into it. I'm lazy. Any way, I'm curious about the setting and characters. How similar is it to the Lludw Cigfrain and its people that I'm already familiar with? No promises, but I'll give this a tag, because familiar faces

Let's just say a few things are familiar but besides those this world is different from what you know. It will be explained more in Discord

[Nagakawa]

So my first character idea is a writer, mainly a poet and playwright. I was thinking he’d have the magic ability to write things into existence (within reason, of course) and his artefact would be an enchanted pen. I know magic has sacrifices and exchanges so I’m trying to figure out what the sacrifice would be...maybe he’d have to mix his blood with the ink to use the spells?

This sounds fascinating. In this setting, as with many others, blood magic is both incredibly powerful and potentially deadly- if your character is a user of blood magic, it might make for some interesting storylines, especially if he uses his magic to conjure items regularly, as you mentioned.

Given that he's a man of letters, it might also open the doors for him to uncover some ancient secrets of the town by reading its old archives.

I'm offended that nobody told me about this.

But not really because I knew beforehand and just didn't look into it. I'm lazy. Any way, I'm curious about the setting and characters. How similar is it to the Lludw Cigfrain and its people that I'm already familiar with? No promises, but I'll give this a tag, because familiar faces

Hello m8.

There are some differences between the lore here and the lore in some older iterations, but overall, there's nothing too major, I'd say. Feel free to hop on the Discord.

Name:John Marsh
Gender: Male
Profession:Videographer and Production editor manager for the local BBC
Nationality: American
Age: 30
DoB: 4/1/1991
Skills and Abilities: He has a bachelor's degree in media production. He is good with technical skills and how to film, photography and software to make shows or other media. Due to being a survivor of the Eight Day, he has developed a good sense of security and being cautious. He had a sharpened awareness of the world around him, particularly of strange beasts that show up where one would least expect it.
Physical Description: He is 5"5 and is around 148lbs. He has a mixed looked as his skin was sort of tanned. He has a lot of scars with a mixture of former acme, beast bite and claw marks, and two cut bruises on his wrists. Most of these he hides underneath long-sleeve shirts and pants, both casual and work. He is usually clean shaving and keeps himself in shape as he does a moderate workout and has gone on a diet that made him lose over 35lbs. His eyes are always looking at things around him, brown irises that always make sure nothing is around his brown hair.
Psychological Assessment: John is a person who hates himself. Always mentally chastising himself for even the smallest mistake or believed mistake and points his failures to others at times. He tries to hide it underneath a mask of friendliness, if a bit weird. One major thing that is worth of a note is that he has failed to commit suicide due to being a survivor of the Eighth Day. This trauma made him try again but the various beasts of the Day had made him afraid of doing so and to try and at least survive. He still has his moments and they make him seize up, shake and have his heart race. He is currently talking to a local psychiatrist and taking some pills to help but the Beasts of the Day are still on him and he doesn't handle stress entirely well.
Personal Relationships: He has none, he refuses to have friendships or anyone close
Sexuality: He's hetero but refuses to date
Items and Equipment: A camera, some bug spray, a cross and a lead pipe, his meds
Dark Secrets: John is a survivor of the Eight Day. Two years ago he tried to commit suicide on the same day after being chased down by the many beasts that now stalk him. It was only at the last moment that he found himself in the hospital with the same wrist cut wounds that indicated that he didn't died nor did he escape the nightmare.
Powers: None, he's just a simple man who's been given a hard life
Bio: John was born in a small town to an old family. The youngest of four and the one who dealt with the grumblings of parents who been married for decades. It was at the age of ten where he took upon his father's misery and the bullying for his weird personality planted the seeds of negativity that would flourish into something more. The negativity only grew throughout the years till he got out of highschool and tried his hand at going to Wales, as he stumbled upon the costal town of Lludw Cigfrain and felt sort of at ease. However his own negativity and overreaction to a simple argument had caused him to leave back to his family and flounder until he was twenty-seven. At this time he finally got his bachelor's but he felt like he had stagnated while all his friends and classmates grew, had families and even a few became successes.

All the time he blamed himself and other people where he could be trying to fix himself was evident in his life. Despite the bachelor's degree he got and his teachers praising him on his creativity, he still felt like a waste of life. He was contemplating suicide in secret, most people paid no mind to his ramblings or his plans until one day. One day he decided he was going to do it, a simple knife to the wrist after his graduation ceremony. What he didn't expect was the entire city was empty that day.

There was no one but himself in the city until he saw the beasts. The beasts came and chased him through house and field. He cut one of them with the same knife that was meant for himself. It was one of the tall black beasts that howled in pain and fury against John. At the end of the day he was hiding in a bathroom in some apartment and decided he wanted out of the nightmare. His mind already made up and decided to end it before he would be killed by the beasts.

The last thing he remembered was the cold embrace of death and the same black beast with the knife wound on his face looking down on him and had one of his hands grab him. John woke up in the hospital paled and half-dead. The doctor believed that he had a panic attack and tried to commit suicide and John believed them. He was on suicide watch and was sent to therapy to deal with it but he could still see them. The beasts never stopped trying to hunt him, the wounded one in particular.

He still got a job in a syndicated network and was doing well before the wounded black chased him at night. It was so traumatic that he tried to kill himself again but failed. His family didn't know about this time but it made him want to leave them and try to prepare himself against those that hunted him. It was the first time in over eight years that he had a sort of drive that seemed to be lost for a long time. He decided to get a job in the one place he wanted to go back to, Lludw Cigfrain, as a videographer and production manager for their local BBC station.

With most of his money gone into the trip, his mind somewhat clear and a new start that he needed for a very long time he tried to set things right. He got himself a diet, became more aware of his surroundings, and got in some decent shape. He searched for ways to try and better himself instead of going down but it is still a hard road to walk. He still believes he is worth nothing to this life. He still is depressed and is afraid of making himself have friends. He still believes that he should die but he is more afraid of the beasts. The beasts that hound him and toy with him till he gives in again.

That is something he can't allow. That is something he refused to let himself die to. He will at least fight and better himself before they finally get the better of him. It's the last thing he can do. It's the only thing he can do.
Roleplay Experience: I was in the iterations of Dragonball, going back and forth and making a bunch of characters that either died or were abandoned due to me causing problems for myself or spreading my negativity to everyone else. Hopefully this character will actually be good and people will actually like him.
Theme song: (optional)
Random facts: (optional)

Hmm, this looks like a very intriguing character and a sweet addition to our cast. I have no objections to it, personally, and I doubt Naval would either.

[Naval Monte]

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Accepted

[Ceystile]

So my first character idea is a writer, mainly a poet and playwright. I was thinking he’d have the magic ability to write things into existence (within reason, of course) and his artefact would be an enchanted pen. I know magic has sacrifices and exchanges so I’m trying to figure out what the sacrifice would be...maybe he’d have to mix his blood with the ink to use the spells?

This sounds fascinating. In this setting, as with many others, blood magic is both incredibly powerful and potentially deadly- if your character is a user of blood magic, it might make for some interesting storylines, especially if he uses his magic to conjure items regularly, as you mentioned.

Given that he's a man of letters, it might also open the doors for him to uncover some ancient secrets of the town by reading its old archives.

It's not a regular thing, it only happens like very rarely since magic is so dangerous and all. He doesn't really use it anymore since something happened the last time he used it and that makes up his Dark Secret...I kinda wanted to make it an unknown power since I intended his secret to be an accident, but I suggested the blood thing since I know magic requires a price. But that would eliminate the possibility of him using it accidentally.
But I'm glad you like it though!

[Naval Monte]

This sounds fascinating. In this setting, as with many others, blood magic is both incredibly powerful and potentially deadly- if your character is a user of blood magic, it might make for some interesting storylines, especially if he uses his magic to conjure items regularly, as you mentioned.

Given that he's a man of letters, it might also open the doors for him to uncover some ancient secrets of the town by reading its old archives.

It's not a regular thing, it only happens like very rarely since magic is so dangerous and all. He doesn't really use it anymore since something happened the last time he used it and that makes up his Dark Secret...I kinda wanted to make it an unknown power since I intended his secret to be an accident, but I suggested the blood thing since I know magic requires a price. But that would eliminate the possibility of him using it accidentally.
But I'm glad you like it though!

Magic by it's nature here is divided between rituals and artifacts. He could have both? An artifact that acts as a conduit but one that needs a specific ritual and trigger to activate. Rituals can come in many forms but so long as they achieve the effect of getting the user into the right state of mind to embrace the unnatural parts of reality and they believe in the work then magic will manifest. He could be a very creative person who's flights of fancy sometimes takes him to places he should not go and maybe to help with ideas he takes certain "concoctions" to help place him in a altered state of mind?

[Ceystile]

Name: Alexander Emil "Lex" Law
Gender: Male
Profession: Writer, mainly of poetry, short stories and plays
Nationality: Irish
Age: 28
DoB: 1998
Skills and Abilities:

[b]Physical Description: He's a tall man, 6'5 with a slender, athletic build and chin-length curly blond hair in a bob sort of style. He has fair skin and freckles with pale gray eyes, and a long face with high cheekbones. He's considered quite handsome by many of his peers, but if one looks closely you can see that his eyes have a faraway, haunted look more often than not and his face perpetually looks like it suffers from lack of sleep.

Psychological Assessment: Lex is a pretty outgoing and friendly individual and could often be seen in the company of his fellow artist friends or family members, or even just alone with his daughter. He adores attention, especially attention gained from the skill of his writing and he's a bit vain when it comes to his looks...at least, pre-accident. He's pretty much the same now, except he tends to avoid attention and keep to himself now. He's been autistic from birth and the toll of keeping his secret has started to take a toll on his mental health. Some say it may be early-onset depression, and as such he's been given anti-depressants by his psychiatrist. However, taking them suppresses his magic as they alter his state of mind into something more "normal"

Personal Relationships:
Sophia A. Law (daughter, 7): Sophie is Lex's entire world, he adores her more than anything and since his ex-wife's unfortunate passing, he maintains sole custody of her. One of the many reasons Lex stopped using his powers is because he knows he's gone off the rails a bit and fears becoming too mentally unstable to care for her properly. They have a very close relationship, and Lex fears that'll be damaged if she were to ever learn the truth.

Clarisse Law (mother, 52): Clarisse is a tough as nails former soldier, having retired from the British Armed Forces shortly before starting a family and having raised her children with that same strict military discipline. A stern woman who truly cares for her children, if somewhat frosty. Lex loves his mother but their relationship is kind of strained as their personalities are on two totally different wavelengths.

Lucinda Law (sister, 30): Lex's best friend, Cindy is a painter and artist who's often done illustrations for her brother's works, and lives near her brother to help him raise Sophie. She is as of yet single and unmarried, and has expressed little desire to change that.

Tara (nee Bloom) (ex-wife, 27, deceased)



Sexuality: (heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, pansexual, asexual?)
Items and Equipment:
Dark Secrets: With the rush of emotions he was feeling in the aftermath of his divorce, Lex did what most creative types would do and wrote about it. He wrote a scathing novella about a heart-stealing spirit, meant to be shoved in his desk drawer and never to see the light of day. The main villainess was obviously based on his ex and met quite a brutal end in-story by having her own heart torn out. Unfortunately, the unrestrained emotion accidentally triggered his power with devastating results. Tara did die days later, in a way suspiciously similar to the way the main antagonist did. Lex was horrorstruck upon learning what he had done, and this prompted him to never take up that pen and use his powers again, and the incident worsened his mental state.

Powers: Azoth: The Bard Effect[/b] Lex has the ability to warp reality around him by writing stories, but as with all forms of Azoth this comes with conditions and restrictions. The past cannot be rewritten or overwritten, what was done cannot be undone. And one cannot create life as if they were some sort of god. This power is strongly influenced by Lex's state of mind and emotions, and in order to use it consciously he needs to be in the correct state of mind...sometimes aided by the use of psychotropic drugs. However, the magic can also be released unconsciously if Lex allows his mind to wander to certain places or if he's feeling a particularly strong emotion.
Bio:
Roleplay Experience:
Theme song: (optional)
Random facts: (optional)

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

Done!


Name: dr. Hugh Gardien
Gender: Male
Profession: Azoth researcher
Nationality: Australian, judging by his accent
Age: Somewhere... Late thirties, early forties?
DoB: 70s or 80s, presumably.
Skills and Abilities: Hugh is an avid researcher and a very intelligent man, who can quickly get his head around complex problems and see where the answers might be found, even if he might not have the answers immediately. He is good at picking up context clues from people's speech and demeanour, which has come in handy when dealing with his current predicament. He has lost the ability to lie, however, a result of spending too much time in the presence of the Truth.
Physical Description:

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Psychological Assessment: Hugh Gardien remembers nothing about his past, cannot tell a lie, and has horrendous nightmares of the unknown thing stuck inside cubic foot of concrete. That pretty much informs his personality; he is careful, quiet, and likes to listen to the stories people tell, but he doesn’t like to tell stories about himself, since he barely has any. He can often appear confused, but when speaking he is incredibly lucid. He is also beyond the emotion of surprise. While he cannot be surprised, he is quick on his wits and can fit even the most occult occurences into his worldview, which often leads to him coming across as disinterested or underwhelmed.
Personal Relationships: None that he can remember. He is on tinder and is about to have a date with Rosanne, but this is their first interaction outside of the dating app.
Sexuality: Still finding this out, he isn't quite sure yet. He is not repulsed by the thought of dating any gender, at least.
Items and Equipment: He has his Library in his basement, and an unknown object (his Notebook) in a square foot cube of crudely reinforced concrete. He also wears his wedding ring, that's too tight around his finger to remove.
Dark Secrets: Has spent his life before his amnesia trying to uncover the truth behind Azoth, and thereby, has lost his memories. At the moment, he is entirely unsure what he was researching, since his notes are all in code or languages he cannot understand. He does, however, have a dreadful premonition that there is something wrong with the world, something dark, because the truth of the world cannot be entirely extinguished from his soul.
Powers: None without his notebook. With his notebook, he has a somewhat better 'understanding' of the mystical world. At least, his mind is more open, and more capable of taking the hits that Azoth brings with it. He is more in tune with the cursed 'logic' of the occult. That comes at a price to his mind and his sanity, of course, but the foundation of his rational mind stay intact for longer, long enough to build, maintain and feed the Library that, above all, desperately wants to understand and be understood.
Bio:
Before Amnesia
Hugh Gardien graduated from the University of Queensland with a PhD in theoretical pshysics, with his research focussing on dark matter and energy. Together they make up the largest part of matter and energy in the universe, an as theoretical forces they have tremendous impact on the universe. However, only their impact has ever been measured, which is what gives them the predicate 'dark'. By pure happenstance, Gardien, looking for inspiration, had hoped to find some forbidden books in the Vatican Archives from ancient scholars, with at least some inspiration for his studies. Besides, he was interested in the work of his theoretical predecessors, and by mere coincidence had some connection to an Australian cardinal. And find inspiration he did. While he named it the 'Curie Field', and assigned to it some rudamentary characteristics, he had unbeknownst to him stumbled across some of the slivers of Azoth. He did not know it at the time, though; he packaged his Curie Hypothesis into a doctoral thesis and became a doctor with flying colours. He took up a teaching position while preparing for postdoctoral work, which is how he got the Notebook.

It was given to him by some student, he theorized, although which one he did not know, and later, he could not recall, as even before the Amnesia, his mind had been so thoroughly ravished as to forget even the ones closest to him. It was bound in dark leather, and packaged in brown paper when he found it on his desk. A note attached simply said 'congratulations' in a neat cursive. As he touched the coarse, yellowed paper, inspiration struck, and he continued writing well into the night, until he collapsed from exhaustion. Waking up the next day, he found the Notebook neatly closed, and entirely empty. Somewhat perplexed by this, he began checking his room, and found that a new leather-bound volume had been added to his collection. Simply numbered with a golden Roman I on the spine and cover, the latter with his name in cursive, golden lettering under it. Dr. Hugh Gardien. The book itself was written in code, but Gardien had no trouble deciphering it he found; at one point, the code began to feel more natural to him than even his native English.

While not a superstitious man, there was no reason for him to cast aside this very helpful notebook. He was not very curious for its workings; only for those things it helped him grasp. A month later, he made his first trip abroad with it, giving the university about three hours notice before disappearing for three consecutive weeks. He left for Kiev, where the foundations of the Saint Sophia cathedral were, at that time, exactly a century old. He spent days on end in its crypts and basements, and when he was finally rejected from entrance, he took on various disguises and even snuck in under cover of darkness. He had gone with a suitcase of clothing, a pen, and his Notebook. He returned with a trunk full of volumes, all neatly numbered in Roman numerals.

This continued for some time. He became more estranged from his colleagues, especially those that asked how he had become such a prodigious writers, and why he never published any of his many findings. Whenever someone convinced him to share his hypotheses, all he could muster was incoherent rambling, mixing parts of physics, theology, phylosophy and psychology. His lectures would cover all manner of topics: ancient Meso-American history; Deep sea antarctic ecology. Safety guidelines for the New York Metro. Suicide statistics for the Soviet Republic of Kazachstan before and after the construction of Baikonur. Eventually, he was put on paid leave and told to rest, in no uncertain terms being instructed to seek psychiatric help. He had one session with a psychiatrist, whom broke down crying after a four hour session with Gardien. Instead of seeking further help, Gardien began to travel more and more, and he returned home less and less. The more he travelled, the more he forgot; birthdays of friends at first. Then birthdays of family and loved ones. Then of his child. Then, he began to forget where he lived, his partner paying the various airlines to send them advanced notice if he took a flight back to Australia. At one point, his partner had to drive down to Sydney from Brisbane because he had forgotten from what airport he had left, and which was the closest to home.

The last trip he took was to Wales, the town of Lludw Cigfrain. He barely managed to get himself to the airport, almost walking into the sea before realising a plane would get him there faster. He took up residence in an old manor in Branwen Ward. Its two-level basement dug into the hillside was perfect to contain his massive library, with a little room to spare for additional works. Almost severed completely from the world, Hugh Gardien took to his labour, and he almost managed to finish it. To write a comprehensive, total work on the nature of Azoth, from over a decade of study with the aid of the Notebook. Yet, as he reached the end, the Key to unlock all the knowledge in his Library, the true duality of the Notebook came to bare. See, the Library wants to know, and the Notebook wants to learn. While these two require one another, at one point there comes a time when there is no longer anything left to learn. At that point, the Library is most content, but the Notebook is distraught. So the two forced began to struggle, and it almost destroyed Gardiens mind. In a sudden moment of clarity, or an act of self-protection from his mind, he destroyed the final volume he was working on. The Library tried to protect it, and wiped Gardien's mind, with which his own mind was only too happy to comply. There was very little left to wipe anyway. It would not help, though. The final volume burned up eagerly. The last act Gardien performed was to sink the Notebook into a cube of concrete. Then, everything went dark.

After Amnesia
Hugh Gardien knows very little about himself. He knows his name, from the degree that hangs from his wall. He knows his library and he knows his bank details. The rest, he has forgotten. He knows he has a partner from his wedding ring... Or had a partner, at least. A vague memory of a child persists. But they are dwarfed by darker memories and dreams; him sailing an endless ocean for the love of sailing, dreading to discover the final piece of land at the end of it and completing his map. Building a pyramid, but dreading the capstone since the art of building was so exquisite. A writer, whose characters engage in ever more ridiculous acts in order to keep the plot ever moving.

The Notebook, even from behind the concrete, draws at him, and seeks out his mind and his labours. He seeks to build himself an actual life, away from the dreams. He cannot remember where is home is, or who he could return to, if there even is anyone left. So, he tries his best, hoping that a normal life will bring something back. Yet, it seems that there are very few ways back to a normal life; not in this town, and not with his library.
Roleplay Experience: A lot
Theme song: The Old Castle
Random facts: (optional)

I have finished dr. Hugh Gardien!

[Naval Monte]

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Not quite. The psychology bit is absent.

[Rostavykhan]

Sorry in advance if this isn't satisfactory. Anything need touching up?

Name: Constance K. Fitzgerald
Gender:Female
Profession: Secretary
Nationality: Irish-American
Age: 25
DoB: January 19th, 1996
Skills and Abilities: Constance doesn't have any particularly impressive or noteworthy skills - or at least that's what she thinks. She's vaguely familiar with video and audio editing as a result of her time in her school's AV Club, although she's very rusty. She does have a keen eye for detail, and impressive organizational skills, which lend themselves well to clerical duties. She has something of a knack for investigation and questioning, developed from a short-lived interest in journalism.
Physical Description: Constance is a pale Caucasian woman, standing about 5ft4in (163cm), and weighing approximately 120lbs (54.4kg), with long dark-brown hair, and emerald green eyes. She rarely smiles, and has light creases under her eyes, likely caused by a lack of sleep. Her eyes are always slightly narrowed, and she has a distinctive piercing gaze. Her attire is fairly plain and inconspicuous, yet professional. She wears mostly black - a turtleneck sweater, pencil skirt, nylon leggings and heeled boots - and a muddy-tan pea coat. She doesn't wear jewellery, but she does wear black gloves, which she almost never seems to take off. Face Ref; Outfit Ref

(Stealing from Tia) Voice (14:23-15:12): Deep, generally calm voice. Just slightly nasally. A faint hint of a Boston accent, but generally not something that one would actively notice unless she lets it really slip - usually slips if or when she's wound up or startled.
Psychological Assessment: Constance has a low opinion of herself, formed due a series of past failures and perceived weaknesses of hers. She has an addictive personality, being a habitual smoker and a heavy drinker. She suffers from anxiety and frequent bouts of depression, and relies on a dry, dark sense of humour to cope. Despite these issues, Constance is a well-intentioned person, and a hard worker. She may possibly believe that she's cursed, due to her generally rotten luck.
Personal Relationships: Patrick Fitzgerald - Ex-Husband
Arthur Fitzgerald - Son; In her sister's custody.
Ashley Fitzgerald - Daughter; In her sister's custody.
Victoria - Her older sister; Lives in Boston.
Agatha - Mother; Lives in Boston.
Constance maintains a spotty connection with her family at best. She has no family or friends in her new place of residence, and is still struggling to settle in.
Sexuality: Heterosexual; Bi-Curious
Items and Equipment: Constance keeps only a handful of small items on her at any given time. These include her cellphone, high-quality earbuds, a small waterproof notepad and pen, compact wallet with ID and cards, a pack of menthol cigarettes, and a matte black flip lighter.
Dark Secrets: None; at least, no particularly dark or dirty secrets. Despite her past, Constance isn't a person with very many skeletons to hide. She's just kind of a loser.
Powers: None. She's pretty average and lame.
Bio: Born in Plymouth, England, but grew up in Boston, Massachussetts. Her mother was English, and her father Irish-American. Constance grew up with an older sister, both attending the same school; she took an interest in media at a young age, and participated in both a school newspaper and an AV Club, but she dropped out of college early on due to financial troubles, after losing a scholarship in highschool due to a drug-related incident. She went on to take up a number of clerical positions at the local library, as well as small firms and offices in the area. She met a fisherman named Patrick, with whom she had two children. The two of them married, but had a falling out later on due to a number of personal issues, and the kids were put in her sister's custody. Constance eventually caught a break when she was offered a position in a small media company in Lludw Cigfrain, which she accepted and travelled overseas for, only to find herself dead in the water when said company abruptly went under. She later settled down into a lass glamorous position at Saint David's Hospital, working as a receptionist for the graveyard shift until she could either get another job or move back to Boston.
Roleplay Experience: Been at it for a while; VTTM, Pandora's Box, and several prior threads before them.
Theme song: End of Small Sanctuary
Random facts: Constance considers herself Irish, unlike her sister; She's Irish Catholic; She prefers medium-roast coffee; Her favourite food is Lobster Bisque; She is arachnophobic; She's also afraid of heights.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

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Not quite. The psychology bit is absent.

I added it in afterwards.

[Naval Monte]

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Accepted

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Accepted

Name: Elizabeth Ashwood

Gender: Female

Profession: Private Detective/Occultist

Nationality: Welsh

Age: 33

DoB: October 31, 1988

Skills and Abilities:

Intelligence: Liz has a higher than average IQ and combined with her experiences in the field and studies, she is a formidable mental opponent.

Occult Knowledge: Trained by her mother since she was a little girl, as well as years of accumulating forbidden and esoteric knowledge on her own, Liz has a near encyclopedic knowledge of all things occult.

Strong Inductive Reasoning Skills: Elizabeth is a skilled detective, honed from her experience in the field.

Street Smarts: As a native of Lludw, Liz is familiar with every street and back alley of her hometown, and has an innate knowledge of how the Underground works, both the normal and the occult.

Charisma: Liz possesses high levels of personal charisma, both from her well connected family, but also from her seductive and flirtatious nature. She has a list of contacts she can call to aid as well as being able to persuade people to assist her.

Hand-to-Hand: While not an expert, Elizabeth has enough knowledge and athletic proficiency to make use a variety of decent offensive and defensive martial techniques should she be forced to rely on them.

Instincts: Liz has a naturally good gut instinct. She can feel whenever someone is acting suspicious, sense when something bad is about to happen or has happened, and can tell when avoidable dangers present themselves.

Physical description: Elizabeth is a young woman of mixed Welsh and Irish-American decent. She has a fair complexion with black shaggy and unkempt hair that reaches past her shoulders, and sports a pair of deep set piercing green eyes with a mole under the left eye, she sports a heart shaped face. These eyes have a sullen, weary, distant look to them. Elizabeth has a svelte, yet a well-toned athletic and curvaceous physique. Elizabeth wears a black trench coat that grazes above the ankles, with a burgundy dressed shirt with a black tie. She was slim-fit black chinos trousers with a pair of monochromatic doc marten boots, her hands are covered by black gloves and a black belt around her waist. On her ears are a pair of red orb earrings. She has an elaborate set of tattoos on her back and shoulders that have cryptic meaning and symbolism.

Psychological assessment: Elizabeth is a cynical and sardonic person. Her experiences left her feeling world weary and suspicious of most people, tending to reveal only what she feels comfortable to share with most people, lying if it means keeping her secrets and getting what she wants. A woman who is as clever as she is foul mouthed, Elizabeth can display s flirtatious nature as well as a fiesty temper and a brutal honesty on some occasions. While she tries to put distance between herself and her mother she still displays the same arrogance that her mother has, as well as eccentric behavior. Elizabeth is a compassionate humanist and is strongly driven to delve into any mystery she can find to reveal the truth, regardless of the consequences. She is also an adrenaline junky that enjoys dealing with genuine anomalous encounters and mysteries, fueling her drive to seek the truth. However because of the things she sees she suffers from insomnia and nightmares as well as paranoia. These hidden truths also create the illusion of her being superstitious and being schizophrenic, as Avyscoptpy tends to easily be confused for schizophrenia. Worse still is that she habitually intact drugs to both ease her nerves and for the use of increase her supernatural senses or in the use of arcane rituals, becoming addicted to some of the drugs.

Personal relationship:
Alexandria Ashwood: Mother- Relationship is currently strained
Solomon Ashwood: Father- Relationship is currently good
Lorraine O’Hara: Ex-Lover- Deceased
Deirdre O’Hara: Sister of the Deceased- Relationship is currently hostile
Terrance Owans: Close acquaintance- Relationship is currently good
Timothy Browns: Close acquaintance- Relationship is neutral with a good leaning
Jacquelyn Vanth: Personal Therapist- Relationship is neutral.

Sexuality: Bisexual
Items and equipment: A glass knife, magnifying glass, tape recorder, camera, chalk, Sulphur and various dyes, notebook and pencil, flashlight, pocket watch, cigarette box and zippo lighter.

Dark Secrets: Elizabeth’s has been able to see the unnatural half of the world for as long as she lived. While such sights often prove to push her sanity close to the edge of madness it has provided her some useful, albeit dangerous, information. One such information is finding out which tomes and artefacts possessed genuine magical connections to aid her in magic. However her dabbling with unknown forces and being able to perceive unseen creatures has caused her to become a magnet that draws certain entities to her location, something that has happened numerous times in her life. But the biggest secrets she has are all connected to her family. Secrets she wishes to avoid as much as possible as she wishes to avoid following down a similar path her ancestors have taken.

Power: Elizabeth was born with Avyscotopy and as such as she always seen the other half of the world that most barely noticed or can’t see. She has used it to glean some information on the unnatural but in general is still trying to struggle with what she knows exists. She also practices magic in hopes of using it to gain more answers about the anomalous as well as protection from threats from that world, though she has become aware that such power is never free and that someday the debts she had accumulated from her early rituals will have to be paid.

Bio: Elizabeth Ashwood was born on October 31, 1988. The eldest daughter of the House of Ashwood, she was predestined to become the heir of the family’s resources and fortune in the future. Yet for Elizabeth such things were not her concern as like most kids she only cared about having fun, especially with the strange creatures she saw all around her.

The staff found the imaginations of the child to be both peculiar and discerning as she told them stories of strange creatures that most of the time she would have trouble describing and whose childish drawings would leave many deeply disturbed. Many would ask her mother to take her daughter to a psychiatrist to find out what was wrong and while Alexandria agreed she in truth knew already what was happening to her daughter; she was born with Avyscoptpy.

Thus for most of her childhood and young adult years, Elizabeth grew up believing she was relatively normal, albeit with an unusual condition. Any experiences with the occult or the supernatural were thus conveniently explained with her diagnosis. While her doctors did check ups and would tell the young heiress to not dwell much on her condition and the symptoms of it, Elizabeth would occasionally do her own research into her condition regardless of what her own mother and doctors told her, never finding one that match fully with what she had.

With no question given to her by most means she would try to live a normal life, even though such a task was at times very difficult. In her relatively normal life her visions and sensations would cause breaks in the veil of normalcy she tried to create. Many of these incidents making it difficult for her to find friends and creating odd quirks in her personality.

However by her teen years she would have some doubts over her visions as some of the things she would see would actually hit her. Any times she would see bruises, teeth marks, or cuts she would try to come up with rational explanations, most being that she injured herself somehow even thought she had her own doubts about it.

These injuries would cause her to try and hide them, even treating them on her own. Yet their efforts to hide them would fail as a teacher would find the injuries and call law enforcement to investigate her family as she suspects abuse. Yet the investigation would find her family being clear of charges, especially as they learn of Elizabeth’s condition and they came to the conclusion that the injuries were self inflicted. Despite her protest that she was not harming herself most ignored her calls, even her own parents would go along with the official story. This incident would cause her to see a new therapist for her apparent self harm and other doctors to see if her condition is worsening. It was in this time that she met Jacquelyn Vanth, who would become her personal therapist.

This incident would cause her to finally take a greater interest in knowing the truth of her visions. To know for certain if the injuries caused to her were really caused by her or by the creatures she can see. She would set up tests to record herself in her life and when she is asleep to catch any anomalous incidents. Yet she would find that even the cameras would fail to capture most things she can perceive. The few times she caught anything she couldn’t be sure if it was the camera messing up or something genuinely supernatural.

By the time she was to enter Cerridwyn University, and being deemed mentally fit to attend classes, her mother would tell her the truth; that her visions was true. This news would cause Elizabeth to latch out of her mother but her mother would make her daughter stop as she revealed that she knew the real condition and that her family has always had connection to the occult.

She would explain that the years of deception was to give her a chance of living a normal life and to keep her sanity, but with the past incidents she was forced to tell the truth. Now that she couldn’t keep the truth she wish to teach her ways of better protecting herself, promising her that she would find some answers to the questions that plagued her for years.

In her years in the university she would try to live a normal life while engaging in the secret activities of her family. Yet one of her old friends would eventually convince her to do her own personal investigation into the dark legends that surrounds the town and it was these personal journey to the truth that she would feel her feelings of the anomalous change from ambivalence to a deep seated fascination.

By the time her university years were done she would meet an occultist by the name of Lorraine O’Hara who visited the town due to its legends. Elizabeth would convince this out of towner to teach her what she knows The two would find that a good deal of occult tomes don’t offer much in real magical knowledge and working rituals, yet even with the many tomes that were fakes they would still find one that offer some nuggets of truth that awarded them a few working rituals that made the long periods of research worth it.

The years the two working as both partners and then eventually lovers would end tragically as an unknown incident would result in Lorraine's death, a few days later Elizabeth would break contact with her mother over another incident. She would open her own agency to use her skills for good and to make her own money to not rely on her own family's fortune.

She would mostly deal with paranoid spouses, missing persons, and security matters in her case, many of them mundane. But occasionally the supernatural would bleed itself into cases. When not focusing on cases offered to her by clients she would make her own personal investigations to figure out other mysteries that catch her interest.

Elizabeth would be forced to move back to her old home town due the landlord forcing her off the building due to complaints from the other tenants. Thus she reopen her business in an flat back in her hometown but still take offers that would have her move throughout different parts of the UK.

Roleplay experience: OP, but I have been in a few RPs in P2TM and I have made a few of my own RPs like Vim and Witch.

Theme song: A Different Life

Random facts:

Physical stats: Height: 5’5, Weight: 139 Ibs, Measurement: 38/24/40

Hobbies: Hiking, Urban Exploration, Collecting Antiques and Knick Knacks, Reading, Researching new mysteries and paranormal encounters.

Preferred cigarette brands are Silk Cut and Red Widow.

Never got her driver’s license as she feels her condition would make her a danger on the road.

Is fearful of failure as she feels that she is living under her mother’s shadow. She is also fearful of certain dolls, puppets, and marionettes due to past incidents.

[Naval Monte]

Sorry for the delay on the IC folks. We will try to get something out soon.

[Airceltria]

Is this RP still open? I may think about joining this.

[Rostavykhan]

Is this RP still open? I may think about joining this.

I would say that it's open, although things are moving slowly. I'm not the OP though

[Naval Monte]

Is this RP still open? I may think about joining this.

Yeah we are trying to get the OP out but certain events in our lives are slowing us down. Sorry for the delay everyone.