Hey Krimpety, I'm a big fan of your writing.
Once again, your shouting for help has done nothing. You have to keep running. Keep running or He’ll find you. And when he does... No. You can’t think about that. And yet your legs are tiring, your lungs struggling to bring in necessary oxygen. And as you grow more and more exhausted, His following footsteps ring out clearer and clearer. He draws closer.
You can’t run any further. Gasping for air, you slide down a rough-hewn wall. It tears strips of skin off your bare back, but all goes numb as He turns the corner. With a religious fervour, you begin to look for something, anything to focus on before the end. Some small scrap of beauty in this concrete jungle, something to remember as you cease to exist. Yet all you can see is bleak monotony of concrete and the glint of moonlight off something metal as He reaches you. It begins to rain, but the rain is salt, choking you and filling your eyes. The last thing you hear is a singing blade, scything towards you.
“In further news, yet another victim of the Harlequin was found in the early hours of the morning. The body bore the tell-tale signs of the serial killer: not only was the head of the victim severed and removed from the scene, it had been replaced with a wooden facsimile, that of a Russian doll. Fingerprint scanning has been unable to determine the identity of the body – as of yet, this latest victim of the Harlequin remains unidentified. Police warn all citizens to stay indoors during night hours – this has been the fifth murder this month alone.
A monster is loose in Cardinal City.”
The year is 2020. For the last four months, a serial killer dubbed ‘The Harlequin’ has plagued the streets of your hometown, Cardinal City. People are scared – despite technological breakthroughs advancing personal safety to the point that murder is a thing of the past, people are dying. Citizens have stopped going out at night, fearing for their safety. Knowing that their regular ‘Safety Equipment’ will not fulfil its role. The mayor has stepped down under an avalanche of abuse, as has the chief of police. The people are baying for The Harlequin’s blood, and as he proves impossible to catch, they turn their rage towards others. Cardinal City is a wasp’s nest: each murder a stone thrown, aggravating the inhabitants within. And eventually, they will not be able to contain this rage any more.
You are an inhabitant of this city. Whether you’ve recently moved, or lived here all your life – it doesn’t matter. All that matters is you’ve lived here for at least the last half year, therefore having been witness to the whole of the Harlequin’s existence. Initially, the characters will simply meet under certain... specific conditions, and begin to face down the beast casting a shadow over their streets. However, there is more behind the murders than a simple serial killer. Behind the veil of blood, a sinister plot is at work – but will you be able to overcome it?
Of course, this little tidbit will be greatly expanded upon if some interest is generated. Info about what's happened in the eight years since 2012, about the city itself, etc.
I’m struggling to come up with a specific genre for this. It’s got aspects of a murder mystery (unsurprisingly), but that’s hardly the main aspect of it. It’s in a futuristic world, so I guess that makes it sci-fi. And oh boy, will there be action galore. Take what you will from what’s been written above, and label it as you please, because I’ve truly got no idea. All I know is that I’ve got the great bones of a story laid out, and it will be greatly influenced by the characters involved. I think it will be great fun :D
So, any takers?
I cannot stress enough how important it is to take your time with these. I'm not a huge fan of the first-come-first-served basis. The better your CS, the higher your chances of being accepted - regardless of whether you were the first to post or not. However, longer doesn't necessarily mean better. Quality over quantity, people. If you can write long pieces of prose at a consistently high quality, that's fantastic. Go ahead and do so. However, if your quality of writing tends to slip as your piece goes on, I'd prefer it to be of higher quality and not-quite-so-long. So bear this in mind as you write.
Spoiler"Welcome to Cardinal City Express Identification Services. Before issuing you with your RezCard© identification, we require the following form to be completed."
How long have you been a resident of Cardinal City?
Appearance: (A picture is acceptable; though if you do use one you still need at least a paragraph to supplement it. A picture doesn’t convey everything. While on the topic of pictures, please, no anime. If you can’t find a real picture that suits your character, then just write for this section.)
Equipment: (Basically: What would be found on your person on a regular day? Don’t go listing every little detail here, but anything notable. No weapons unless you can provide a very convincing reason.)
Skills/Hindrances: (These are the physical attributes that aid/hinder your character. Physical strength, crippled limbs etc.)
“From his work as a lumberjack, Bob had mighty strong arms, useful for choppin’ all sorts of things. Unfortunately, ever since that incident with the nail gun, his leg’s just never been the same.”
Personality: I’d call this the most important part of the CS. Be detailed here, don’t just rush through. Don’t just list all the qualities that make them such an amazing person, also take into account the not-so-good things about them.
History: The more detailed, the better. This is almost as important as personality, as our experiences make us what we are. Again, take your time with this one.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Mental/psychological skills which help your character, as well as crippling phobias which bring them to their knees.
“Bob sure had a firm grasp of basic arithmetic, but try showing him any algebra and he’d run in the opposite direction.”
Other: Anything else you want to add about your character that doesn't fit into the other categories? Put it here.
Last edited by KrimpetyCatcher; 04-28-2012 at 12:10 AM.
Hey Krimpety, I'm a big fan of your writing.
Fantastic, you two. I'm thinking I'll probably end up with a maximum of seven people + me, so I'll wait for a few more people before beginning to type up the OOC. In the meantime, I could probably make some sort of CS template now, if you want to get a head start.
Edited the CS into the OP. And prettied it up a little too :3 Not really though. I'll make it all photogenic for the OOC.
I would like to join this, I'll work on a CS when I get home tonight.
This looks quite interesting. I'm down.
Name: Yoshiko Fukusaku.
Profession: Night shift Bar Hostess.
How long have you been a resident of Cardinal City?: 12 months.
Standing at about five foot six she isn't exactly short but nor is she the tallest girl in the nieghbourhood. She has a figure that she'd describe as 'average', with a subtle curve at hips and everything more or less proportionate to her size. Which was the same size she'd been since she was sixteen, a UK average of about 12. She has a rather light looking frame with long arms, fingers and legs which don't look out of place on her body.
Her heritage gives her a naturally tanned complexion, and when she can afford too she likes to add to this with a spot of light sunbathing. She has almond shaped eyes and quite dark blue, almost black iris'. Naturally her hair is a dirty brown colour, but after dying it black a few times it's become naturally more mousey in hue; a colour she doesn't like, and is now constantly kept black. Living with two younger brothers taught her the treachery of long hair and so now she keeps it quite short in usually a stylish messy cut that's never any longer than shoulder length.
Dress sense she's usually quite sensible, liking jeans and t-shirts for slobbing around the house in and elegant but simple dresses for nights out. She often wears heels though, in one fashion or another, giving her that extra height so she's not crushed by the heaving masses. Her Hostess uniform consists of a black button down blouse, black knee length skirt with either black or tan tights and black, simple, ankle buckling shoes.
Equipment: Key ring with multiple keys, donor card, hospital card.
Needlework- She's a dab hand with a needle.
Tireless- She barely ever seems to take breaks.
Agile- She weaves between the bar flies like a pro.
Fibromyalgia: Her wrists and ankles ache on varying degrees as days go by.
Two left feet: She can at times be clumsy and trip over her own feet if she's in too much of a hurry.
Forgetful: Has a rather poor memory despite her best efforts to remember everything she's told.
Personality: Her boss considers her hard working and responsible and is more than happy to leave her to work at her own devices knowing she has the sensibility to carry out her duties without needing to be checked up on every few minutes. She takes criticism well and always tries her hardest to fix whatever problems there might be so as to never allow them to happen again, she's willing to learn and adapt so she can survive. Patrons to the club might say she was a charming, bubbly and friendly girl who could put up with quite a lot from the drunken people she was often surrounded by, but strict and hellish when she had decided someone has had enough. Her friends would say she was innately empathic, trying to always understand everyone's problems and mannerisms, while being too forgiving and kind at times and non-confrontational. She has her problems like everyone else though and suffers at times from anxiety or paranoia; especially work related, in aspects of her life and can sometimes over think things too much for her own good. When asked for help she never thinks on how it could benefit her only if she has the ability and time to do so and is prone to -on occasion- moments of hermit like behaviour where she withdraws from society for a few days.
In conclusion: She is as diverse and multi-faceted as any person, but is not a person that can innately be considered 'bad' or 'unreliable'. She likes to be helpful but is prone to deep thinking on matters of little importance and not forward thinking enough on other matters. She's friendly and kind and often tries to live by the motto 'to unto others as you would have them do unto you.'
History: Her mother was a Police Woman and her father was an IT Supervisior who happened to be at the wrong end of a drunken brawl. It certainly was not love at first sight as her father was throwing up beside a lamp post at three am, just before she got off of yet another twelve hour shift. However, the next day she came in to see a bunch of half wilted daisies with a hastily scrawled card with an apology and a number hidden on the back. There were many many dates to follow, he was from Japan originally and had come to this country for the sake of work and to escape the rather traditionalist views of his parents. She had always lived in this little town and her parents had also had roles in the community, her father a fire fighter and her mother on the council.
It took a few years but finally he convinced her to marry him, and they took out a mortgage on a beautiful two bedroomed house. Which was just as well as not long after the honeymoon it was revealed that she was pregnant. Many joyous but tiring months were spent preparing the spare room for the babies arrival and when finally on a hot May day a little girl was born they were overjoyed. Yoshiko was a healthy baby from the start who caused little problems; aside from crying at two every morning and then five later that same morning, and before they knew it she was taking her first steps.
She was hiding biscuits behind the skirting boards by the time she was one and a half, and managing to whip off her clothes and nappy in the store or out on the street if her mother stopped for even a few minutes by the time she was two. When she reached four they put her into a nursery where she asserted her place on the food chain by throwing a wicker hamper filled with toys at a boy who had punched her friend and made her cry.
Though she grew up stably and quite happily, before she was in full time school she had two little brothers. Joshua and Jason, who she wasn't too keen on at first, but soon found use for them by drawing on them with felt pens or putting her dress up clothes on them. Sadly for her, before too long they had to move to a bigger house, travelling several towns over to find the perfect place for them. Another mortgage taken out and another manic round of painting and decorating at which point all three kids got used to spending the weekends at their aunts, uncles and grandparents.
By the time she had finished primary school she had two tear away younger brothers who were either the apple of her eye or the bane of her life depending on the day and her mood. They were hectic and hard to watch and her mother at times insisted she play with them much to her despair. There were incidents, a haircutting incident where Joshua decided to cut a hunk of Yoshiko's hair off and soon found himself sporting a bald patch at the front of his head. While there were also pictures of the twins happily wearing dresses and make-up.
Despite the copious ups and downs of family life they were happy enough and by the time she had finished secondary school she had five good grades in standard awards and had moved on to college. Her brothers were now teenagers and were virtually impossible to talk too when not at school, and even harder to talk too IN school! Though they often came together and put their differences aside at family holidays and one memory that stands out for Yoshi is when their maternal grandmother died and the brother's actually hugged her and consoled her while tears ran down their own faces all the same.
She left college with a few more grades, but she had never really had any idea of what she realistically wanted to be. So she decided to up and move to Cardinal City when she was nineteen, she'd wanted to try her hand at writing, she'd been pretty good at writing fiction at school after all. Finding a cheap studio flat and filling it with second hand furniture and cheap, supermarket value foods she began her life as a novice writer.
She found herself a nice little job as a waitress/ hostess of a bar come night club and managed to pull in just barely above minimum wage. Which was enough; though barely, to pay her bills and keep her fed. She wrote, writes, on her days off and whenever the tiring long shifts did not deplete her completely of her will to live. However she has yet to finish a manuscript, even though she has drawers and a laptop filled with half finished stories, as she finds it hard to end books.
It was raining; she remembered, when they announced that there was a murder, the beginning of what was to be the infamous Harlequin killer. It both horrified and intrigued her, this unknown person sweeping in and ending lives so abruptly. It was a morbid thing, she knew that much, but it was also quite inspiring for her personally and so she drew on these thoughts to write her own tale involving a killer similar to the one that roamed the streets (though to date it remains hidden in a file on her laptop and unspoken of).
She considers herself far too plain to be the target of someone like the 'Harlequin', but even still she doesn't stick around too long after her shift finishes.
Determination: When she chooses to do something she see's it to the end 90% of the time.
English Lit: Put her in front of anything written in the last three hundred years and she is a happy girl.
Resiliant: Be it physically so (Eg. Colds, flu, bruises and bumps) or mentally so (Eg. Bullying, doubts, suspicion) she is quite resilient in nature, even when something hurts she tries not to make too much of a fuss.
Arachnophobia: She goes white as a sheet and literally freezes in front of most arachnids, though she isn't too bothered by garden spiders or smaller.
Astraphobia: You can find her under her bed during a storm with her favourite teddy and a flashlight.
Chocolate: Any woman's weakness, chocolate can save her or seriously get her into trouble in the right hands.
Other: She owns a cat called Wolfgang and two fish called ping and pong. She's taken several different self-defence and martial arts classes through her childhood, though never obtained a very high belt in any of them.
Hope this is okay?
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Name: Benjamin Brooks
Profession: College student/Store clerk at local movie rental
How long have you been a resident of Cardinal City: Three years
Appearance: Tall, dark, and handsome. Standing at roughly 6’2”, with a head of curly jet black hair and approximately 175lbs, Benjamin is quite the looker. His caveman side sometimes takes ahold of his facial hair when he is assigned with a big project and doesn’t exactly find the means to shave, nor get a haircut which can result in shoulder length. His curly hair frames a pale gaunt structure that exhibits dark brown eyes that are almost as equally dark as his brows. In the past he has been told that his thin pale lips serve well for kissing, and even though he is a computer geek his physique could be passed off as a high school jock. His wardrobe carries various sweaters, jackets, or hoodies. Hot or cold, Ben always prefers the comfort of something thick and protective. While liking to keep things casual, he often wears very nice shoes and jeans.
Equipment: A heavy duty backpack is the means to most of his burdens. Mainly it consists of his laptop for college, notebooks full of notes, college books, and various writing utensils. In his slacks or jean pockets he always has his cell phone and headphones along with his wallet and keys.
Skills/Hindrances: While his physical attributes look lean and strong, Ben hasn’t had to pick up anything other than his backpack for years; as a result Benjamin is lacking in strength. While not strong, he is quick, never even picking up anything that produces smoke, Ben’s lungs are reliable, and he was on the track team all throughout high school so he has a decent endurance even though it hasn’t been exercised since aforementioned high school. Having absolutely no battle training, and unexercised muscles, Ben will find himself trying to think himself out of situations or run away. Benjamin is also extremely scared of heights and clowns.
Personality: Benjamin aims to find fun in anything he does – if not he’ll simply get bored and not do it. He prefers to be a joker when he can think up witty things and has the gut to say them, but sometimes his jokes set him up in bad positions. He would never blatantly insult or bully anyone however; as Benjamin has had too good of an upbringing for that, and knows what it is like to be picked on. Being a logical thinker, Ben often finds it hard to do things out of the kindness of his heart if it doesn’t benefit him in some way. He blames it on being lazy, but sometimes he will not help another out just so he can get ahead of the game. No one knows many aspects of his personality; for he is quite shy and on the exterior he likes to keep up the nice guy persona. This could be far from the truth however; because there is a sadistic side to him. Benjamin also cherishes his isolation, and hates having a roommate even though he plays friendly with them.
History: To sum up Benjamin Brooks’ history, you would say average. He lived in an average home, with an average neighborhood, along with an average upbringing. His parents provided him with the necessary means along with the occasional spoil. Ben did decent in school, and had an average amount of friends. Being the only kid of Randy Brooks and Helen Brooks, they were proud of anything he accomplished. Yup, Benjamin Brooks was just an average kid in an average life.
That was until his junior year of high school came. Being on the track team, everyone thought that was what the kid had a knack for. In truth everyone just said that because they believed the guy was too average. And if he wasn't too average in something, he was too lazy to show anyone. This was far from the case however; it was simply the matter of his parents not paying attention to him when he showed his true potential. Ben has played around with computers all his life, and excelled in them greatly. Having a history buff father that teaches middle school kids, and a mother who runs a cleaning business, they have absolutely no knowledge in technology aside from cell phones, so when they saw their child clicking away at various things and weird screens popping on the computer, they just thought it was normal. It wasn’t until Ben received an A+ in a computer course that his father asked Ben’s teacher just how good he was. His teacher replied with, “I can’t believe the kid has been studying this material for years, usually this is an advanced course for kids in high school.” So his father investigated this, Ben has always been known to get C’s or possible B’s, but an A+ he was skeptical of, and he knew that Ben wouldn’t take the time of day to do a course online before he was forced to take it in high school.
So his father approached Ben with the question, “you wanna tell me how you got this A+ in computers?” He asked.
“Well it was really easy, I had a lot of kids call me a genius in that class, but I didn’t see the big deal… I just enjoyed it so I got the things done… Plus a little extra.” Randy gave his son a firm pat on the shoulder, smiling radiantly. He was proud of his son, he always knew of him to be the leisure type, the one who only does what they are forced to do. After patting his son and congratulating him he turned around to walk out the doorway. Benjamin stopped him. “Oh yeah dad, check this out.” He flashed a white piece of paper with a printed number 175 on it.
“What’s this?” His father asked questioningly.
“Well… the kids called me a genius, so I wanted to check and see if they were right.” Benjamin said kind of bored and slightly shy.
“They were right.” It clicked. His father turned abruptly and rushed out of the door. His son was a genius. After quickly telling his wife, he called as many numbers as he could to get it verified. All of this time he had only received aforementioned grades because they didn’t pique his interest, and after taking multiple other test, Benjamin got a full ride to a prestige college at Cardinal City.
When he got to Cardinal City and settled down, Ben was forced to stay in a dorm with a lousy roommate. He is currently working at Movies Movies to try and get his own place, but has found it hard to apply himself to something as simple as grab a movie off the shelf and take three bucks from the customer. There is also the underlying issue of a killer on the loose. Ben hasn’t paid much attention to it, but is vaguely interested in how the Harlequin works. The logical thinker inside him has half a mind to figure out this guy’s game plan, but he hasn’t quite had the motivation to do so as of yet. Nonetheless, he makes sure the store is locked tight when he is running a late night shift at the rental.
All went well for Benjamin after that day. He applied himself deeply into his computer classes, and did the bare minimum for any other courses. Professors eventually caught on to this, but some still frowned upon him. Ben is still greatly enjoying writing out thousands of lines of code on his laptop, but recently he has found yet another calling: hacking. He dug deeper into this than he should, but the amount he has to apply himself, and the thrill behind it keeps him extremely interested. Benjamin has never actually committed a noticeable crime with his skills, but he is certain he could be making bank.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Benjamin is very intelligent – genius level. His mental thought process is beyond others, and his creative capabilities are top notch. His work ethic and grades wouldn’t demonstrate this however; as Ben can be a heavy slacker. All of his life he has been in front of the computer. He has taken various computer classes since his junior year in high school, and can code various software programs on a professional level. Benjamin can also be semi-manipulative if he bothers to do so; in response he isn’t bad at making friends, but can also be quick to lose them.
Other:He loves any kind of noodle dish or pizza, his roommate is a 24 year old male named Dave.
Last edited by Tyler; 04-29-2012 at 09:08 AM.