Noel Bunker

Male

18

Gas Station Attendant

Bisexual

Single

● Cautious
● Consistent
● Organized
● Humble
● Pragmatic
● Kind
● Despite all of his flaws, Noel is capable of acting against his fears and being altruistic, brave even, if given enough incentive to be.

● Cowardly
● Selfish
● Socially Awkward
● Obsessive
● Insecure
● Boring
● Kinda pathetic
● Fearful. Easily sp00ked.

● He sometimes puts his hands together in a way that can only be described as him holding his own hand.
● Always has a book on him.
● As well as the gas station bathroom key which he has a tendency to play with when he's bored.
● Really, it's probably one of the few things he takes pride in; people needing to go through him before they get to take a shit makes him feel kinda good.

● Sleeping
● Waking up
● Eating food
● Drinking coffee
● Going to school
● Doing his homework at school
● Going back home from school
● Reading books
● Going to work
● Working
● Doing homework during his break
● Going home again
● Working out
● Help

David Bunker - Father - Doctor - Noel's closest thing to a friend right now. Although, that isn't saying much.
May Bunker - Mother - "What was she like? Was she nice? I bet she was... I miss her... did she love me? T-then why did she leave?"
Leon - Noel's old imaginary friend.

Bordering on the outskirts of the town, Noel and his father live in the house directly south of the Hotel. Towering trees scattered all around the house have served as an ominous hiding place for a great number of Noel's imaginary monsters, but the woods also provide kindling and logs for the fireplace he loves to read near so much. Within their home there are no pictures of his family to be found anywhere, and all of the rooms feel a bit barren, mainly due to furniture being kept down to the essentials and nothing more. It is almost eerily quiet majority of the time, but despite some of its undesirable features Noel is happy to call it home.

Two faces, but one head. One lifeless, and the one that's alive won't shut up. Two tangling elongated torsos, and for every contorted limb, a dangling lifeless duplicate. Sickly grey hide barely holds together the bundle of skin 'n' bones, comparable to gift wrap over a human skeleton. Long raven hair rests upon its cadaverous back. Among all of its vaguely asian features, black eyes are perhaps the most relatable thing about it, with either its murderous or playful intent being expressed through them. Possessing weak eyesight, the creature relies on echolocation and its other senses.

Thomas Richard 'Tom' Roosevelt

Male

29

Hotel Mogul

Asexual, biromantic (isn't interested in sex, but will date members of either gender)

Single

Funny
Charismatic
Outgoing

Cynical (and his jokes are dark in nature, in turn)
Depressed (uses his extrovertive nature and comedy as a coping mechanism)
Has a hair-trigger temper

Sings random, usually old, songs when alone.
Loves Metal Gear Solid, and has every game in the series.
Loves Indiana Jones, to the point that he usually hums the Indiana Jones theme when running (recreationally, that is. If running from something else, he's too busy running for his life to hum), in vein of Indy running from the boulder.

Writing (he got his little brother into it)
Gaming
Watching movies
Singing
Crying
Wanting his family back

Father - Howard Philip Roosevelt - Police Officer - Deceased - Tom's idol and role model. Passed away a year ago in a car accident.
Mother - Martha Jane Roosevelt (née Lovecraft) - Baker - Tom's mother and the only person he loves anymore. Lives in Chicago, Tom's hometown. He calls her every week or so.
Brother - Harrison John Roosevelt - College Student - Deceased - Tom's little brother, whom he loved with all his heart. Passed away in the same car accident as his father.

Has a room in his hotel, built specifically for him and any future owners. Usually locks himself in there unless needed. The room has three rooms: a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room/kitchen combo. Bedroom has a king-sized bed, a flat-screen TV (has a Playstation 4 hooked up to it), a bookcase, and a shelf filled to the brim with movies and video games. Bathroom is, well, just a bathroom. Kitchen, again, just a kitchen. Living room has a sofa, more bookcases, another flat-screen TV, and a grandfather clock.

"I was born to a police officer and a baker, and when I was growing up I always wanted to be a hotel owner for God knows what reason. Sounds like the set up to some kinda joke, huh? Anyway, growing up in school I was one of the popular kids. I liked talking, I was good at talking, and I was funny. What can I say? They were my natural skills, and as a result people liked me.
"But God didn't. I got sick constantly growing up, so I had to miss school a lot. This led to bad grades because I wasn't there to do the work. Got held back a few times. Eventually my little brother Harry rolls around, and I instantly fall in love with him. 'Finally,' I thought, 'someone to teach my skills to'. I taught him how to write, showed him some video games, and he carried those traits over. Was always really quiet though. Got out of it by the time he was about 14. Last I saw him, when he was 17 or so, he went on a trip with some friends. Never saw him again.
"When I was about 27 and living in San Francisco, I got a call from mom. Said that Harry and dad were in an accident. Critical condition. And I couldn't come see them because I was so far away. They died two hours later. And I wasn't there for them... After that I got depressed, went out less, eventually I decided I'd fulfill my dream of running a hotel. Moved to this town called Ashenport, real Silent Hill kinda fucking place. I built a hotel. And life seems to be looking up a bit."

A tall, pale and gaunt man with a hawk-like nose and no hair, not even eyebrows. Wears a black suit and matching bowler hat, with a white undershirt and blood-red tie. Usually follows from a distance, but gets closer over time. When up close, his flesh begins to rot off and the suit becomes bloodied. Whispers things like 'someday' and 'soon' (because I wanted my theme song to be meaningful, dammit!).