Occupation: An 'Internet Model', where she sells scandalous pictures of herself online.
Room Number: Room 1110
Personality: +Easily Sociable +Artistic, especially in Make-up, Fashion, and Photography +Wild and Spontaneous -Has Promiscuous Habits -Over-Dramatic -Frequent Lier
Short Bio: Lola was born and raised in a small town in Alberta, Canada. Since her adolescent years, Lola was a flirt with people of all genders, often getting in trouble with her parents after bringing a few 'close friends' over for the night. Being strict Christians, Lola's parents became over-protective and restricted much of her freedom. This only made Lola rebel more, flirting with people much older, sneaking out to the stripclubs, or climbing the local church roof to get drunk or high with friends. It was on such a night as this that she pressured one of her closest friends: Andy, into trying ecstasy. What seemed like a fun night, turned quickly into disaster when Andy over-dosed and stopped breathing. Lola panicked, wanting to call an ambulance but couldn't risk getting into trouble for being an underage girl in the possession of drugs and alcohol. Lola left Andy on the roof that night, leaving him to die alone. On investigation, the police crossed out Lola as a suspect as her parents insisted that she was in her room all night and pointed to other mutual friends of Andy as the ones who had illegal drugs. Turns out another teen did hold a stash of ecstasy as well as many other narcotics, ending the investigation all together. After her graduation, Lola packed up and left, eventually landing in Whittier. Alaska to start a life of her own, though after a year spend in the little town, Lola's dark secret flooded her dreams, turning them into nightmares.
Relationships: (I'll add after we actually get some people.)
Years in Whittier: 2 years Occupation: Renowned tattoo artist, painter, calligrapher, and kendo instructor (Doctorate in Japanese Art and History) Room Number: 1113
Personality: + Intense self-discipline + Respectful and polite + Artistic and talented - Proud and stubborn - Anal and picky - Skeptical and narrow-minded
Small Biography: From a young age, Ichiro had been a wild child, becoming the local boss of the punks at his school, then moving up to become a high-standing member of the Yakuza. When his boss was killed in a turf war with a rival family, Ichiro had had enough. He convinced one of his closest friends to help orchestrate a complicated plan to fake his own death. After a minor mishap, Ichiro's friend was killed. To honor the sacrifice, young Ichiro vowed to give up crime for the rest of his life and to live as a good man, taking on his current name. Soon after he became deeply involved with Buddhism and found his hope once more. With a new zeal for life, he began school to learn the ancient techniques of Japanese body art, then painting, and finally moving on to calligraphy. Keeping his face hidden from the public eye wasn't easy, but he managed it. After his successes, he decided that kendo would be the perfect martial accompaniment to his Buddhist practices. He became renowned in kendo competitions and amassed a large following of students. After some time, he passed the dojo onto his most skilled and senior student, feeling like his time in Japan was coming to a close.
Mr. Takenaka moved to Whittier a couple years ago, wanting to get away from the bustle of the daily world. He felt that society itself had closed him off from true enlightenment, being a devout Buddhist. After amassing a fortune from his line of tattoos, paintings, customized calligraphy, and a world-renowned kendo dojo Ichiro felt he had accomplished enough to honor the memory of his friend. He sold off his various parlors as well as his galleries of valuable paintings and calligraphy, some being his own. He kept only the minimal of worldly possessions and fled Japan to take residence in the isolated town of Whittier.
Appearance: Jasmine is Caucasian. She's a stunted girl standing at 5'1. Lean build, flat as a board, clear complexion. Very light blond hair, braided extensively and reaching down to her chest and shoulder plates. Pale blue eyes, with eyebrows almost always etched into a scowl. Average nose, thin lips. Never seen without her rasta beanie, which her dad bought for her some time back. Has a button with the number thirty-seven pinned to it. Accustomed to warm, baggy clothing on all occasions.
Name: Jasmine Plunkett Age: 20 Gender: Female
Years in Whittier: Five months Occupation: Unemployed Room Number: 1107
Personality:
+ Consistently honest, not one to lie about much. + Handles hostile situations fairly well. + Trustworthy, follows through on deals and promises always. - Adamant, even when proven wrong. - Quick to make a play before thinking it through. - Subtlety is an alien concept to her.
Small Biography: Jasmine was born in the upper part of California under fairly normal conditions. However by some happenstances she's not privy to the specifics about, she was put up for adoption and moved out of the state during her earlier years. After some time of growing up into a rambunctious little girl in an average orphanage, she was taken in by a single father earning a modest wage and moved to Seattle. There she stayed for a good bit, further developing her tomboyish, constantly angry nature. Her new dad didn't seem to mind, but nonetheless she made sure not to cause too many problems for him. She got a cheap education, but managed to excel in most of her classes, particularly those of a literary variety. She displayed a, some would say, "colorful" choice of words. In Jasmine's own description she'd say, "I will scry the letter etches off my think-pan if I goddamn FEEL LIKE IT."
As time went on there was a gradual falling out between Jasmine and her guardian. He was incidentally the one causing problems around the household, getting involved with some shady individuals. Scams to nab some cash, mostly. He'd turned from a decent guy who wanted to raise a child after losing his first one into a wannabe criminal, thinking it was a better option to support the family of two than the odd jobs he was already pulling. Jasmine put up with it for the time being, hoping he would wise up and knock off his shit.
He didn't.
The turning point came when Jasmine's dad showed up one night with a gym bag full of money and no inclination to explain where it came from. Yelling ensued, with Jasmine threatening to call the police. The heat boiled down to an impromptu compromise - Jasmine would take some of the ill-gotten cash and move out to fend for herself, keeping silent about the ordeal, or she'd pipe up. Either way, she didn't want to be around anymore. Dad wished she'd see things from his perspective, but nonetheless, he let her go without incident, with both promising that they wouldn't rat each other out. Jasmine was left with one last bit of advice - move somewhere out of the way. Nice, cozy, safe.
Whittier was just the place. Jasmine always liked cold weather.
Appearance:Click! Name: Aaron McKenna Age: 27 Gender: Male
Years in Whittier: Three Occupation: Police officer Room Number: 1115
Personality: + Polite (to those he knows) + Hard working + Resilient - Tends to become inexplicably miserable - Set in his ways - Suspicious of new faces
Small Biography: Aaron was born in New York, and straight into the life of a police officer. Both parents were with the NYPD, so it was more or less fate that Aaron was going to join up. Upon signing up for the next recruitment drive, he passed his tests with flying colours and graduated top of his class, much to the chagrin of his peers, who assumed he'd had help from his parents.
At age 24, after three years on the force, he was called out to a suspected house robbery with his partner. Once they arrived, three masked men were just leaving through a smashed window. Aaron and his partner hopped out their cruiser, guns drawn, and ordered the three criminals to the ground. Suddenly, they opened fire on the two officers, forcing them into cover. Aaron returned fire, and called for backup, but the three got away. Aaron went around to check on his partner, but he was face down, dead. He'd taken three bullets in the kevlar vest and two in the head, killing him instantly.
Blaming himself for not protecting his partner, Aaron requested a transfer to the quietest police department so he could have time to think about his future but continue his work. The town of Whittier in Alaska was sent his way, and Aaron signed himself up, moving out there just a few months after finding out the place even existed.
Years in Whittier: 7 Occupation: Teacher/First-Aider/Emergency Fireman Room Number: 1114
Personality: + Knows first-aid; most things short of actual surgery. + After having been a teacher for so long, knows the many nooks and crannies of the building. The only way to catch truants is by looking in these places, after all. + Although cynical, can still retain a smile and humour is some bad situations. - A *slight* drinking problem. - Can be rather flippant and unpredictable in his actions. - Quite happy to go over a line others wouldn’t dare to approach, as long as it means safety.
Small Biography: Samuel is English, born and bred. Even after moving from his home in London a good few years ago, he has retained the accent – and the unwavering sarcasm that the English stereotypically have had for years. The reason for his moving about a decade and a half ago was the death of his wife and family. Coming from a well-to-do, Upper Middle-Class background, Samuel had a pretty easy life. Went to a fancy University, got a teaching degree, married a beautiful woman and had a great relationship with several of his brothers. Until one of them got rather too familiar the family’s gun collection. The reason for him snapping is unknown – it wasn’t to do with money, or some scandalous affair; he just went mad, seemingly. During a family Christmas at the parent’s large home in the country, he took a high-powered rifle and turned it upon his family. With Sam and his wife the last room to come to, Sam barricaded the door after hearing the gunshots, begging for his wife to climb out of the window and escape. Insisting that she wouldn’t leave him, they stood at the door together as the bullets pierced the wood, hitting them both. And that would have been the end of it. But when the police showed up the next morning, Sam was bleeding, hurt, and near to the brink of death; but alive all the same. After various operations, they saved his life, but with everything he had gone at the press of a trigger, he couldn’t bear staying in the same country. Selling the houses he had received in the will of his parents, he took the money and moved to America. After living as a nomad for a couple of years, he eventually settled in Whittier after hearing about it in a Canadian dive bar. It was small, out of the way, and he had money for enough alcohol to help him sleep at night, every night. After a few years, he had gained a fairly decent reputation in the small community, and he found meaning in his life again. Regaining his cheerful cynicism, Samuel settled in more; not as the town drunk, but as a respected member of society. He still hits the bottle most nights, but compared to some of the others that spend regular nights in the drunk tank, he’s the picture of sobriety, and not an issue for the Sheriff.
Relationships: Dislikes the mayor – the two have a rivalry, after having both been in the run for the job over several years. Has struck up a friendship with Officer Aaron McKenna.
