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This is a interest check and OOC for a Silent Hill RP.

Users who wish to join must post their profile along with their intro, this is to deter one liners and people ruining the RP.

During the RP I will post ----GM PROGRESSION---- this means I am guiding your character with maybe a trial or an action but whatever is explained try to stick with it.

Those that are accepted can post immediately.

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The Story:

Silent Hill...

Once a long time ago this town used to be bustling with life, then the Mist came...

Many believed it to have a psychological effect on people making once human neighbors seem like monsters in their eyes, others believed that the fumes from the coal fires beneath Silent Hill...changed them... People began to go missing one after another, loved ones were found dead on the streets the next morning, and visions were said to be dreamed of a different place.

The mysteries behind Silent Hill have never been solved, only theorized...

One thing is certain though, once you go there you don't come back...
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The Scenario:

Each person will be designated how they became trapped in Silent Hill when the time comes, in the meantime you're all living normal lives with the exception of strange dreams every night.
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The Skeleton:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Profession:
Connection with Silent Hill: No direct connection
Appearance:
Bio:

Name: Isaac Jonathan Hayes
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Profession: Photographer
Connection with Silent Hill:
Appearance: 6'1", athletic build, shaggy platinum blond hair, and hazel eyes. He has a tattoo of the words "Truth" and "Clarity" in Latin tattooed on both pelvic bones, one tattoo for each bone.
Bio: Isaac was born in Paleville, a county near Silent Hill. He and his older sister were raised by their father, his mother had run off with some doctor and never came back. His mom left when Isaac was 12, and he never really forgave her for leaving his father, which is probably why he tends to dislike women and has only ever dated men. Throughout his high school career, he spent most of the time looking through a lens, and his skill with photography carried him on a full ride scholarship to a state school on the west coast. Isaac left, and hasn't returned to his hometown or the surrounding area since.

It's dark...Where am I? What's going on...? I don't know...this hallway...is that what this is? It feels so long...I don't want to keep going, but my feet won't listen...I'm walking towards something that I don't want to see...I don't want to any more, I just want to stop and sit down and close my eyes...stop walking...stop moving...I don't want to see it...stop...stop!

Isaac woke with a start, his eyes snapping open and focusing on the darkened white ceiling of his apartment. He groaned softly and sat up, reaching up to put a hand on his forehead. The thin sheets of his bed were tangled around his legs and stuck to his cold, sweat drenched body. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his thick blond hair, his sweat making his hair stay slicked back. It was that dream again...He'd been having it for the past few weeks. Isaac had no idea what had instigated the dreams, only that they started randomly and all he could remember of the dreams was a dim hallway, rust, and what he hoped wasn't blood. If it weren't for the fact that his everyday life was going as normal as it used to be, he'd think he was going psycho. Isaac considered seeing a therapist or something to make sure he wasn't losing his mind, but he told himself that he didn't have the time...which basically meant that he didn't want to go and find out for sure that he _was_ going insane. Another heavy sigh heaved out of him before he stood up out of bed, the steady stream of orange light dimly illuminating the apartment bedroom from the street. Isaac hauled himself over to his door and walked out into his kitchen. Passing his tiny living room, half of it covered in random photographs and photography gear, he made his way towards the refrigerator, grabbing a beer and drinking half of it in one swig. He sighed heavily, remnants of the dream playing back through his mind. Blood, gore, screaming, darkness...he shook his head in an effort to force the images from his mind, to no avail. Sighing once again and running a hand through his shaggy hair, he spoke quietly out into the darkness of his small apartment,
"...What the hell is wrong with me...?"
Not that he expected an answer...that would make him insane. Right? He chuckled softly to himself at the thought, if he DID start hearing voices, the least they could do was tell him what his dream was about. Isaac rolled his eyes at himself and finished the rest of his beer, tossing the empty bottle towards the trashcan and missing. He cursed but was too tired and lazy to walk over and throw it into the actual trash can. He debated about heading back to his room but decided against it as a sudden wave of fatigue washed over him. It was probably the beer, Isaac reassured himself as he stumbled over to the couch. He didn't realize he was lying down until he opened his eyes again and saw the darkened ceiling. He blinked a few more times and prayed to whatever God existed that his dreams would not be plagued with darkness and blood shed. His prayed, however, was cut short when his sudden fatigue forced his eyes shut, and he was lost in the dark, rust covered hallway, walking towards something he didn't want to see.

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"If all the world's a stage, where the hell does the audience sit and why can't I find any marking tape...?"

"Evil? He's about as evil as a basket full of newborn puppies, kittens, and bunny rabbits...actually...that basket of various tiny animals might be more evil."

Name: Aamina Beachwood
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Profession: Cleaner at the moment but hopes to go into Modelling
Connection with Silent Hill:
Appearance:
Bio: Aamina's mum was orginally from Japan, but when Aamina was five years old, her and her mother emmigrated to America to get a better life for the two of them, and to escape from Aaminas father. Amminas father had beaten both Aammina and her mother for the first five years old of Amminas life.
It wasn't easy being accepted in america, they were constantly ignored by people,some people even spat in her face when she was a child. But Ammina didn't care, she was used to that sort of treatment from her father. Eventually her mother found another man. Harry beachwood, when Aamina was 14. They fell in love and with in a year and a half they were happily married.
Ammina moved to the silent hill after she finished University. Hoping to find a oppurnity. So far theres been nothing.

Ammina tossed and turned in her bed. She was in a clearing of a forest, the trees seemed abnormally tall and thin. She could hear birds, but it wasn't a sweet chirping sound it was a horroriable screech. She didn't like it her, it felt eery and strange. She looked around and felt slighlty dizzy as the trees spun around her.
Ammina woke up with a start, her breathing fast and shallow. She checked the time on the small lumious alarm clock on her bedside. It was 5:30 in the morning. She fell back into her pillows, she didn't have to get up for her first client until 6. The dream was still on her mind, which Ammina found strange, useally dreams disappeared from her head almost instantly. So why was this one so memoriable?

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My newest rp, join and i'll give you an M&Mhttp://roleplayerguild.com/f15/unfin...1/#post1002053

There's a problem with your thread. Character sheets and out of character chat go on the OOC, not the IC. The actual roleplaying is done on the IC, which is where you are now.

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