"Welcome to Hell....I mean the apartments."



Welcome, I'm Death. Pleasure to meet you. These are my apartments, we have some empty spaces, since the last residents died of....a painful encounter

No living person can see this place, until I've touched them. Then they can see this place. I just bought this place, nice get up isn't it?

Well come on in, and have some bloody fun.

Well this is the undead apartments, any undead sentient beings are welcome. As long as they are dead they are accepeted. NEcromancy is accepted as long as you're dead. Right then...onto the rules.

1) No gomodding
2) Keep it rated T
3) Please don't argue in the OOC, if you have any problems, PM me please,
4) Listen to the GM and co-GM (Kablamicus)
5) Have bloody fun
6) 2 Paragraphs or more please
7) Normal RPG rules apply

Rooms

Ground Floor

Death's Place

Floor 1
1B: Occupied
1D:
1F:
1H:

Floor 2

2J:
2L: Leena
2N: Aristo
2P: Sebastian

Floor 3

3R: Melanie
3T: Logan
3V: Jed

Appearence: (An image will do, but you can put a description if you want to.)
Name: (You know the drill)
Age: (again self explanatory
Species: (Anything undead)
Personality:
HIstory: (Doesn't have to be short or long, just list the main events that have happened)
Pets: (If any)
Room number:
Room Descriiption
Years in the Apartments: (0 - 5)
Any other stuff:

Name: Logan

Age: 25, however his real age is probably in the 40's

Species: Hellfire Skeleton
Basically, he looks like a burnt skeleton. He can make fire flare up around himself at will.

Personality: To sum of Logan, it would have to be beach bum and a rock star rolled into one person. He is incredibly laid back, lazy, and paradoxically very determined in finding things "metal" or "brutal". While these personality traits many would find unappealing, they help liven up the place. Plus he doesn't kiss and tell, your secrets are safe with him.

HIstory: Logan came doesn't know who he is pre-death, but he assumes that he was similar to who he is now. Anyway, Logan was created by a novice necromancer who botched the ritual. While Logan was completely under his control, he wasn't another mindless minion. Most of his "life" was spent under the necromancer, hiding bodies, lighting stuff on fire, the occasional murder. That was cut to an end when some heros finally tracked the necromancer down and killed him, freeing Logan from his control and somehow staying alive. Relatively.

After that, Logan traveled around. Saw some sights, learned some stuff, punched a terrorist, you know...normal stuff. During his travels around the world Logan learned the majesty of the guitar and has been in love ever since. When the apartment first opened Logan was one of the first tenants and the unofficial host that shows the people around. Which mostly entails pointing them to some nice landmarks.

Pets: N/A

Room number: 3T

Room Description: Posters of rock bands cover the walls, a shirt or two is always on the floor, and several guitars are on their holders next to an amp.

Years in the Apartments: 5

Any other stuff:
Logan is a wizard on the guitar, how he plays it with his bony fingers is a secret he doesn't tell.

As a magically enhanced skeleton he is not a brittle sack of bones, nor is he weak as shit. He could lift a grown man with one hand without any trouble.

"Smokes" cigarettes and cigars. It works very much the same as his guitar playing skills, as in nobody knows how he does it but him.

Name: Leena Kovac
Age: 23
Species: Ghost
Personality:
To say that Leena is a bit weird would be an understatement. Often, when others first encounter her, they think she’s not all right in the head. She’s ditzy, overly nice and extremely forgetful. She is often zoning out, thinking about her own world rather than what is around her. Her hobbies are often all she talks about and she has an immense care for animals and everything around her. Easily distracted, one might find it a bit tough to talk to her at first.

On the other side of things, Leena is very sweet and, if you can get past her strange behavior, then you’ll see a girl who is just very nervous, stuttering and changing the subject quickly to prevent people from hurting her. Leena is almost too kind, willing to give her help to a perfect stranger just to see them smile. She’s very protective of her friends and anyone who she feels is being treated unfairly. She carries a deep burden from her childhood and that has taught her that the most important thing in life is protecting those you love.

When meeting new faces, Leena can just accept them instantly. However most people disregard her almost instantly after speaking. She tends to run her mouth past the point of being normal, never knowing when to shut up until someone tells her to. Even then, it’s sometimes hard to even get a word in when she’s talking. So yeah, there’s that.

History:
Leena was born and grew up with a single parent, her mother having passed away in childbirth. Her father, was a man devoted to his work, and Leena spent most of her youngest years alone. During her school years she had few friends, bullied and segregated, she was often the one sitting alone at the lunch table
She died when she was 17 in a house fire along with her pets, who never left her side.

Pets:



Room number: 2L

Room Description:
Neatly kept and organized, her walls are a pastel green, white or yellow depending on where you are and each room has a wood floor. She has a grand piano and a violin laying around and also many things for her pets.

Years in the Apartments: 2

Any other stuff: Leena has managed to learn how to force parts of her body to become tangible in the human world. She can only do small areas of her body for a very short period of time. For instance, if she wants to move something, she can make her hands ‘real’ to move it. This leaves her drained and she can’t use the power again for a while.

Name:

Age: 26

Species: Ghost

Personality: Very cheerful, even though he’s dead. He tries to be friendly to everyone, and likes to cheer others up when possible. Aristo also likes to joke around a lot, but usually knows when to stop.

History: He lived a fairly happy life. He lived in a house with his adoptive father and three adopted brothers as a child, and became a dance teacher later in life. He later died in a hit-and-run accident.

Pets: A dark grey cat he named “Fuzz” for comical reasons. He met him after he died.

Room number: 2N

Room Description: Normally pretty clean with simplistic décor. There seems to be a color scheme focusing on the combination of warm and neutral colors. It often smells of spices, and there’s an open space in one room so he can practice his dances.

Years in the Apartments: 1 year, 6 months

Any other stuff: It seems that some living people can still see him from time to time, mostly small children and animals. He is often only visible to them for a few minutes at most, currently.

Name:
Age: 4599 (looks 25) birthday soon
Species: Mummy

Pets:

Room number: 3V
Room Description: Very diverse, a little luxury, the best of everything, with what he could of the things he grabbed from his tomb, some stuff a little less classy, some stuff he is exploring about this new culture, band posters, magazine covers blown up, a mini-fridge filled with snackage and drinks etc. Of course then there is Tetka's room, don't even get me started on how he spoils that dog.
Years in the Apartments: 4
Any other stuff:
-It would appear that being Undead has positive side effects (in addition to the whole, no longer dead thing), a sort of super strength, Jed could easily lift a car overhead if he felt like, as well as a regenerative effect, probably the same stuff that keeps vampire's young, he looks (and smells, thank the gods) just as beautiful now as he did thousands of years ago.
-However having everyone you ever knew or loved being skeletons does its work on the psyche

Name: Melanie

Age: 312 (looks 40)

Species: Vampire

Personality: A first impression of her would give off vibes of cold heartedness, but if she lets you in then you'll get to know the true Melanie who is a bit sweeter. Still a bit cold hearted though. She doesn't really make an effort to talk to the other residents of the apartment, although if someone talks to her then she'll be content with that. Melanie is very lonely.

HIstory: She use to have a family which she loved very dearly; a daughter and a wife. One day her daughter went for a walk in the woods and never came back, she and her wife went out looking for her and found she had been mauled by a vampire. A group of vampires then attacked them both, only leaving Melanie live on as an undead. The group of vampires wanted her to suffer the loss of her family, they had no good reason to. They just felt like it, did it for fun and that made her blood boil.

Years later she tracked down the group and brutally killed them all for what they had done to her family. After that she vowed to never kill again, but she has trouble resisting her lust for blood.

Pets: A raven that she talks to during most of the day if she has nothing better to do.

Room number: 3R

Room Descriiption: To one side of the room there is a bookshelf with different genres of literature; Melanie has already gotten through half of the books. The curtains are always shut to keep out the sunlight. There is no mess anywhere around the room, she cleans it every day to make sure of that and she doesn't let anyone in much these days. To the other side is her plain black coffin. All over the walls are quickly handwritten notes of new story ideas; as well as reading she likes to write, she uses her typewriter for this. Apart from that there was not much else in her room, mostly empty which she preferred.

Years in the Apartments: 2

Any other stuff: Melanie has dark brown hair along with very pale skin. She likes to wear a red dress that goes down to her feet and put on red lipstick to brighten up her appearance. Her eyes are hazel coloured.

Ok guys, all of these look really good. Everyone's accepted so far, I'll update the rooms.
I've also put in Appearence in the CS for the future

Yo my homeskillets, I'm Kablamicus the co-gm, although I won't be making a character for the meantime, if there's any disputes or questions you'd like to raise feel free to send me a PM and I'll respond as fast as possible.

Still working on my CS. I'll have it up today.

Name: Sebastian Morton Bass
Age: 241, but looks to be somewhere around eight or nine.
Species: Vampire

Personality: The first thing others will probably notice about Sebastian, as he's quite the paranoid vampire. He has a set of keys that open various things in his bedroom - he does keep this on him at all times, however. It's also hidden inside one of the many pockets inside his jacket. Sebastian is also quite clumsy, though, which sometimes causes him to accidentally ruin his own precaution methods (he's not very forgetful, though). However, he also does have the tendency to suck up to people, and could be described as someone who's eager to please. Sebastian also hates being treated like a child, so if there's a way to get on his nerves, it's this.

Having been a vampire for quite some while now, Sebastian has no problem with killing humans for their blood. Really, by now, it's almost gotten to the point where he's starting to enjoy it. He's not picky with exactly what species the blood comes from, though - he could settle for almost any kind of blood if he's particularly hungry.

History: Sebastian has, mostly, little to no memories of his childhood. When he was a child, however, he was bitten in a vampire attack. One of his siblings was also bitten, but didn't survive the transformation. Since he can't remember when he used to be a normal human, he considers himself to be a 'pure' vampire of sorts. After he transformed, not really knowing what was going on, he managed to survive off of animal blood for a while. However, a few years later, he got the chance to taste human blood. It was by pure accident at the time, but he soon found himself not being able to resist the blood lust. Soon enough, he started turning to hunting humans as his main source of food. At first, he managed to feel some sort of guilt over this, but eventually, he found himself starting to enjoy it. Ever since then, he's managed to keep his feeding habits incognito, covering up his tracks. However, he's not always so discreet - sometimes, whether due to his own clumsiness or other circumstances. Sebastian's come close to being caught quite a few times already.

Pets: A few small fruit bats living in his room. However, he really considers them to be an extra food source than anything else, just in case he runs out of blood.

Room number: 2P
Room Description: The windows are all boarded up in what seems to be a sloppy manner, the nails hammered in crudely. (However, they seem to be holding quite nicely.) On top of that, he's also drawn the curtains (just in case). There's also a bed, although Sebastian never really sleeps on it. (He usually sleeps under it.)The walls are unpainted, but the corners have small doodles of flowers and the such. Most of them are just sketches, but a few of them have been painted over with acrylics. The few other decorations in the apartment are a tattered looking family portrait, as well as a few other antique looking trinkets here and there.
Years in the Apartments: 0 (1 month)

Any other stuff: Because he's only moved in recently, and because he's not particularly talkative, Sebastian hasn't gotten around to properly introducing himself to his neighbors yet. Since he tends to keep to himself, he's doesn't even have any clue who his neighbors are. Also, while Sebastian looks human for the most part, his fingernails are unnaturally long to the point where they're almost like claws. However, as they serve more of a utility sort of purpose than decoration, they also appear to be slightly monstrous, as they cause his hands to be slightly gnarled.

Approved! I'll get Scallop to update the OP.

Ok, OP updated. I'll wait for Soth to make his char and then I'll make my own.

Name: "My name is Arahkioleros."

Age: "I... I cannot recall... There has always been so much to do and the ages were not counted as meticulously when I breathed air and ate food."

Species: "I'm not a True Lich, you see. Though I had intended to become one. I was killed before I even had a chance to begin the ceremony. Fortunately, my knowledge of necromancy allowed me to preseve and eventually re-inhabit my own corpse."

Personality: Wise and grandfatherly towards other undead. Cold and uncaring toward the living. Remaining (un)alive for so long has changed his personality vastly over the centuries.

History: "Ugh! Where to begin... Well...
It started so long ago in some sort of human civilization with rites and languages that you would hardly recognise in today' world. I recall cleary that I raised corpses and phantoms and received visions of the underworld. And that I was paid generously by ...my king? Or was he an emperor? I can't be certain of his title, but I do recall that I was paid for turning the dead on ay battlefield into shocktroops to cut down our land's enemies. Anyway, I was eventually slain by one of the foriegners who didn't take kindly to my country's acceptance of necromantic practices.

"When I first crossed into the netherworld, I was scarcely prepared for the monstrosities that awaited me. Even the afterlife was far different then, monstrous spectres and strange black holes into endless abysses awaited around every corner. But nevertheless I was able to find and cast spells to preserve my corpse. But my time as a ghost was very certainly longer than my lifespan several times over, iremember my frustration over that very fact. It took a long series of failures and experimentation before I was finally able to reinhabit by body.

"The oceans had swallowed everything I had ever known by the time I was able to once more walk among the living in my own corpse. I swam for what felt like forever with horrible aquatic lifeforms attacking me the entire way. One even managed to swallow me. I remember how that angered me and how I destroyed it's internal organs before tearing my way out through it's flesh.

"Once upon land, my recollections are far less clear. People... Corpses... Wraiths... Dramatic conflicts... I know that I studied more of the dark science wherever I went. And I know that there were breakthroughs. So I must have been experimenting quite rigorously in those days... or centuries...

"I recall that I came to despise the living. With a horrible hatred. They destroyed a Ghost who came to be special to me. I remember inventing a plague to unleash my vengeance upon them. And I remember reuniting with Galas after an immensely long time apart. Far too long. And I recall the joy I took in creating devices for his benifit and amusement.

"That lasted... How long did that last? Oh, well. However long it lasted, I eventually heard from the Landlord that he was starting this venture and I immediately accepted his offer. He's a good fellow. I've always liked him."

Pets: Galas; A strange many eyed spectre with animal level intelligence, whose kind haunted the underworld (and ocassionally haunted the physical realm as well) in prodigious numbers when Arahkioleros died.



Room number: 2J

Room Descriiption: As dark and cold as any crypt with stone walls, stone floors a stone ceiling and no windows. The walls are lined with bookshelves and various paintings and sculptures depicting various aspects of death and mythological takes on the undead. Statues of Kali, Hades, Anubis, Hel and Ereshkigal mingled with old european paintings depicting vampires, appiritions, ghouls and various gruesome takes on the afterlife.

Most of the rooms include well crafted wooden furniture. His "living room" includes a fine couch before a solid slab of white-flecked black marble which serves as a coffee table, a few extraordinarily comfortable armchairs, and standing on a stone column opposite the sofa are the skeletal remains of a smashed tv set. He also has a "work room" full of various tools of the necromantic trades, a bedroom whose stone walls were lined with red velvet curtains and containing a very large four poster bed which itself is curtained with black lace with spiderweb patterns, closets full of archaic clothing, and a uniquely modern white-tiled bathroom.

Years in the Apartments: 5

Any other stuff: Arahkioleros is a necromantic artificer. He specializes in the creation of necromantic inventions and artifacts.

Whoever is in 1B has an entire floor to themselves so far, Partay!

It's a dead man's party...

Nug Soth said
It's a dead man's party...

Who could ask for more?

Ok, if there's no more CS's to come, that's this closed. Kablamicus will still be making his...hopefully and I'll make mine too. Oh and Nug, approved. let's get this thing moving

Sorry for late post
Name=Audric
Age= 1200(looks 22)
Species= Drowned zombie
Gender=Male
Appearence= A dark brown haired man with pale blue skin and emerald eyes. He constanly looks like he just got out of the shower and wears thick and heavy clothes.
Personality= He doesn't talk much mainly because when he does water falls out of his mouth which he finds incredibly embrassing however his lack of talking and inablity to make any sort of facial expression has often led people to think he is dumber than he really is. He is not overly friendly but will help someone if he doesn't have to go far out of his way to do so.He spends most of his time watching T.V documentrys and looking after his fish. The most surprising thing about him is his speed hasn't changed since he became a zombie but he is incapable of sleep and because of this constantly tired. Audric also has a phobia of Vikings and Davy Jones due to his past. He cannot read or write. Due to his water alignment he eats fish food though the occasional fisher man is quite nice aswell.

History= Born in England around the year 800 A.D, he no longer remembers the exact year however he remembers clearly the 22 years of farming, his wife and childen faces as they were slaughted by the viking which due to his illness he couldn't prevent. He remembers being put on thier boat to be sold as a slave only to be thrown overboard when they realised he was ill and he remembers Davy Jones and his locker he remembers the 1000 years he worked to gain his freedom at the bottom of the ocean floor he wanted away from the Ocean any water at all to be honest but as the years went by he realised the draw it had on him. Took an apartment here because he was fed up of carting around a fish tank.
Pets= 15 Guppys & 10 Bloodfin Tetra (25 Fish)
Room= 1H
Room description= very damp wood makes the floors and walls which often have coral growing on them. A fish tank filled with fish is located at the far wall. A single brown leather couch covered by plastic sits infront of a modern 52 inch TV, which looks out of place and bathtub which is used for rehydration is located at the far corner

Years in Apartment= 1 because he is isolated on the first floor and doesn't go out much he doesn't know much other than names of the other dead and he hasn't seen Sebastion yet

Hope I'm not too late!
Name: Thomas Erikson
Age: 93 (born in 1921) but appears 23
Species: ghost/spirit
Appearance: ghostly and barely visible. Wears a WW2 military uniform that is torn and bloody. Dark bags under eyes. Dark brown hair that is swept back. Tall, slim, carries a rifle on his back that shoots blue dust, when shot at people, gives them disturbing thoughts and dreams.
Personality: charming, cunning, deceiving, does not attack unless provoked. enjoys 40's swing and is summoned by music.
History: Thomas was one of the many soldiers who died on the beaches of Normandy in 1944 during the second world war. He was a canadian boy from Saskatchewan who left his farm to join the army. Due to unfinished business, his spirit roams the earth, many years after his death.
Pets: none
Room number: 1D
Room description: old and neglected. paint peeling from the walls. furnishing include an old chair, a radio, and a ton of 40s pin up posters.
Years in the apartment: three

A wild BUMP appears!