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Name: Taylor Ryan Evers
Aliases: Evers, Tre, Tiger Lily
Age: 21 years and counting
Birthday: October 7th
Ethnicity: Caucasian/Black mix
Red Lake Native: Not so much
Birth Place: Chicago, Illinois
Place of Residency: 098 Aspen Lane
Gender: Female
Education: High School Graduate; Some College
Occupation: Chef at B&B [Part-Time}; Ranchhand {Part-Time}; Photographer {Self-Employed}
Languages: English {fluent}; French {intermediate}; Spanish {conversational}

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 142lbs
Body Type: Mesomorph
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Warm, Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Edgar Allen Poe's 'Nevermore' on the back of my right shoulder, Black native Stallion on my right shoulder, and a Celtic design on my chest. As for piercings, I tend to just stay away from them. I can't exactly wear a 'typical girl's' jewelry. I don't own any scars.
Personal Style: Can't pinpoint something that's so ever evolving. _Sigh. I don't really have one set style, it kind of just happens with whatever mood I'm in that day. Though I'd have to say I'm most comfortable in a hoodie, jeans, and converse or boots with my wavy curls down, sometimes with a beanie to complete the typical 'hipster' look. No, it's not intentional. No, I'm not an actual 'hipster'. You'll never find me without my necklace and ring, both sorts of gifts from my mother. The necklace _{luckily not true silver,} she gifted me for my 13th birthday, the ring I obtained after she died. It was the one thing of hers that I wanted for myself.

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Observant * Impulsive * Reliable * Stubborn

Sexuality: Bi-sexual, prefers men
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: I guess you could say I'm your typical loner. Kind of a rebel, as well, honestly. Not the hard-core types, but one all the same. I care deeply and love purely. Throughout the years of hardships I've faced, I manage to keep a soft spirit and a kind heart. I'm a fighter. I stand up for what's right in the world. Not much that's right about it, now, but... I don't get intimidated by anyone. The only person alive to successfully ruffle my feathers, or..rather, my fur... is my father. That's a deep-rooted issue that will never resolve itself, though. I'm stubborn, hard-headed, strong-willed.. whatever you may call it. All of the above, I guess. I don't give up easily, that's for sure. I doubt you'll find another girl quite like me.
Habits: Smokes cannabis _{{once every night before bed, and occasionally a second time at any point in the day}}, brushes teeth and showers daily, swears like no tomorrow, holds onto her necklace when she's in deep thought, ends her night with reading a good book out on her porch before bed, bounces her leg when impatient or deep in thought while sitting, she'll purposely keep a handful of excess change in her pocket incase she happen to run into a homeless person so she may give it to them, etc.
Hobbies: Photography, Writing, Reading, Hiking, Paintballing, Shooting, Archery, Bareback & Western Horseback, Camping, Gym, Dance, Cooking, Sewing, People Watching, etc.
Fears:

• Tragedy happening to remaining family
• Turning someone, like the way she was infected by her cousin
• Having kids, potentially passing on the gene

Likes:

• Music _{both listening to it and making it}
• Reading
• Socializing _{in small doses}
• Helping others
• Staying busy on her feet
• Traveling
• Netflix
• Online Gaming {PC}
• The Great Outdoors
• Photographing nature

Dislikes:

• Judgemental people
• Full moons
• Being center of anyone's attention
• Drinking // People who drink _{{doesn't mind social drinkers, just can't stand drunks}}
• Getting too close to people
• Two specific 'times of the month'

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General Skills:

• Culinary {intermediate}
• Flaying {Hunting purposes}
• Computer Hacking {intermediate}
• Photography {advanced}
• Housekeeping
• Mechanics // Car Repair {basic}
• First Aid {basic}

Combat Skills:

• Archery
• Forbearance
• Stalking // Hunting
• Throwing Knives

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing
  > Casual Outfit ; Grey hoodie, slightly faded blue jeans with black and white converse
  > B&B Uniform ; Maroon Chef's shirt with black slacks and non-slip leather Converse look-alike shoes
  > Ranchhand Attire ; Flannel shirt, plain tanktop undershirt, blue jeans and work boots
• Backpack
  > Wallet
  > Jeep keys
  > Change of clothes
  > Refillable canister
  > Glass pipe
  Wallet
  > Government I.D.
  > Medical Insurance Card
  > $100 Cash {American dollar}
  > Debit Card
• Keys on lanyard
• Lighter
• Folding knife, clipped to inside of right pants pocket

Possessions at Home:

• Jeep Wrangler
• HP 15.6" Notebook Laptop
• Flat screen tv
• Xbox One console
• Hunting rifle
• Lever-action shotgun
• Bull Terrier dog, Sadie

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Life Before Red Lake I lived in Chicago, Illinois for the better part of 20 years with my family. I never knew what it was like to live in a home with both parents around. My parents separated before I hit 2 years of age, and kept quite a hostile relationship over the years. By the age of 8, I'd realized the kind of damage that broken-from-the-start relationship was having on my mother even though they no longer shared a love for one another. My mother was a waitress and a bartender, and when she'd come home from her bar job she'd nearly pass out as soon as she got through the door at night. Simple social drinking was never enough to kill the pain I wasn't aware she was facing at that time, so she would indulge in large quantities of the harder liquors. By the time I turned 12, she was on her deathbed. Liver failure and such were taking her, and shortly before I'd turned 13 she passed away.

It wasn't long after that I was sent off to live with my father, who was already starting a family of his own. A wife, two young step children and a newborn son of his own. Spent the majority of the next year and a half being their own personal Cinderella. Once I made it to 8th-grade graduation, my grandmother {mom's mom} took me in and raised me on her own. I completed my high school career under her care, got a job and went out for my permit as soon as I could {age 16} and started saving up as much as I could to get out of Chicago. When I was 17, my favorite cousin Charlie was going through a rough time. He seemed to be unhinged and simply just not himself. It worried me, and one night I'd decided to go over to his place with a little surprise _joint for him. To my unknown displeasure, it was his first full moon and he wasn't exactly aware of what was really wrong with him. In his mind, he was sick. With what, he was completely unaware. That night while I went to check on him, he managed to scratch me.. which in turn infected me.

I spent my first full moon in Thatcher Woods, away from society. I was lucky enough to know what was wrong with me, and knew what would happen. I didn't want to repeat what my cousin had done to me, so I spent my first 2 years in my other form roaming the different woods of Illinois. Every other month I'd drive out to a different one to test it out, see which I'd like better. At the age of 20, after several odds and ends jobs, I finally had enough to move away.

Enter Red Lake. Shortly after my 20th birthday, I'd moved into the area and quickly picked up a job at the B&B as a maid as well as finally started my first semester of college at Le Cordon Bleu in Pittsburg. After a year or so there, I went out for the chef position at the B&B, to which I landed and started immediately. Been doing that gig ever since. Not long after, I saw an advertisement for the position at the ranch. What I make at the B&B along with my Photography side work I was already making enough to keep me at a comfortable place, but figured I could get it for some extra cash as well as the exercise the job would give me. The extra pent up energy from being what I am, it helps immensely.

Life in Red Lake:

Thoughts On Riley Walker: Riley is a co-worker of mine. She's real nice, never has a problem with anyone.. always shows for her shifts on-time. When she didn't show up for work the day she'd gone missing, I knew something was wrong. I overheard her parent's concerns while in the break room. I'm sure not long after they'd gotten off from work they went to file the report, but it didn't surface to the public until the following day. With the brutal murder of the mayor so fresh in everyone's mind, it wasn't long before the term 'serial killer' was being tossed around. I just hope Riley is okay, and the whispers aren't true.

Thoughts On The Murder: It was brutal. And the writing in blood? We have a definite psychopath on our hands. The way his body was mutilated, though.. it doesn't appear human. However, unless the rabid Monte Python-status killer bunny made the mayor write in his own blood before finishing him off, there's something else at work here.

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Theme Song: I'm Still Here by John Reznik
Deviances: I'm a werewolf
Extra Information: Shiver series by Maggie Stiefvater's Samuel Roth and Cole St. Clair ; Nallore//Infamous Auror 1x1 :)
_{{Decided to not be typical and choose a Harry Potter character.. but for what it's worth... Remus is my main were<3}}

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Lydia Adelaide Weaver
Aliases: Lyddy
Age: 23
Birthday: February 23
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Red Lake Native: No
Birth Place: Dallas, Texas
Place of Residency: 052 Forrester Drive (with Jenna Westbrook)
Gender: Female
Education: Bachelors in Music
Occupation: Musician
Languages: English (fluent), Spanish (mostly fluent)

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Height: 5 feet 4 inches
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Type: Slim
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: 2 ear piercings in each ear
Personal Style: Lydia is a rockstar, and thus dresses like one. She'll wear a t-shirt, usually white in color with a design on it, and black jeans. Lydia also likes to wear black boots with small heels on them to finish off her outfit. Her hair is generally down in her normal red curls, but occasionally she'll pull it into a side ponytail.

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Creative * Bossy * Determined * Arrogant

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Lydia is generally creative, creating her own music and songs using just her guitar. She also can come up with interesting solutions to problems if she needs to, rather than if she wants to. Lydia sometimes can be seen as a little bit of a bossy personality. Usually this only happens when she truly cares about the situation and whether or not she truly believes that she is right in a situation.

Her determination can be seen as both a good thing and as a bad one. This trait generally goes hand in hand with her bossiness, since this can cause her to just ignore what other people want when she is determined to do something. Her arrogance also fits into this little fold, since she is always believing that she is right, especially when it comes to anything music related.
Habits: Humming to herself, tapping out beats on her leg
Hobbies: Song writing, playing her guitar
Fears:

• Failure as a musician
• Snakes
• Fire

Likes:

• Music
• Her guitar
• Singing
• Travelling
• Animals
• Board Games

Dislikes:

• Fire
• People singing off key
• Snake
• People of authority
• Most sports
• Getting crowded by too many people

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General Skills: (What does he or she know, must fit in within what the character knows)

• Guitar
• Driving (Car)
• Singing
• Song Writing
• Piano

Combat Skills: (Must fit what your character knows)

• Endurance
• Running

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - White t-shirt, black jeans, black boots and a black leather jacket
• Wallet - Debit card, driver's license, $40 cash
• Flip phone
• Car Keys
• Notebook full of song lyrics
• Pencil

Possessions at Home:
(What Does he or she keep at their home, this can include a car, desktop computers, laptops, TVs, video game consoles, toys, ect you don't have to have fill the entire thing, list what they would normally use at home)

• 2007 Saturn Aura
• Guitar
• Sheet Music
• Recording Equipment
• Guitar Amps
• Computer
• Keyboard

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Life Before Red Lake
Lydia grew up down in the south, and her life was never that easy. Her father had walked out on the family when she was 4 years old, and being the youngest of 5 and the only girl, that meant she was the only one who didn't remember her father. Her mother worked hard to support each of her children equally, if there was a concert or a recital, she was always there, most of the time anyway. Her mother took on two jobs, and any afterschool activities that Lydia did always conflicted with her mother's work schedule, making her feel left out.

She learned that the only way she could gain any attention was by being a rebel. As she got older and into her teenage years, Lydia started to get into a lot of trouble at school. No one could figure out why, and she was dragged from counselor to counselor, and still, no one knew. To get away from her problems, Lydia threw herself into her music. She had always been a gifted musician, though that was just about all she was good at. Her older brothers were all in sports, football mainly, and generally had the highest GPA for their grade level. She did do one sport, but that was because her mother made her in hopes that she would get in less trouble, and that was track. She was a great long distance runner, but she didn't truly enjoy it. Her mind stuck with music, and that was the one thing that she truly enjoyed.

Her family always thought that she would grow out of it, and not make a living out of it, but she proved to them just how dedicated to it she was. She went to the University of Texas with a track scholarship, and started working towards her bachelors degree in music. She met a few other musicians, and they formed a band called the Gristle Gang. It wasn't the best name, and Lydia knew that, but she was glad to have a bunch of musicians working with her.

After graduation, the group traveled around together, performing gigs wherever they could. She enjoyed the life, and their name became known in small circles around the country. Eventually though, the band went their separate ways, leaving her on her own. She didn't want to head back to Dallas, it would have been weird heading back there after everywhere she had been. Lydia remembered that she had family in Red Lake, so she called them up and wound up in the town.

Thoughts On Riley Walker:
Lydia hadn't known Riley, but she had heard about her after her disappearance. She sounded like a nice girl to her, the exact opposite of her in high school. She didn't want anything bad to happen to anyone that horribly though, she wishes that they find her soon.

Thoughts On The Murder:
Another person she hadn't known very much about, Lydia was disgusted that anyone could do that to another human being. Even if you had hated them, killing someone just because of that made no sense to her. She didn't really care much about him though, all she knew was that he had been the mayor of Red Lake, and that was about it.

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Theme Song: Scarlett Pomers - Follow the Moon
Deviances: None
Extra Information: Fenrir Greyback X-Men: Darkness Rising
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Harold Sullivan Kingsfield
Aliases: Harry
Age: 32
Birthday: March 4th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Red Lake Native: No
Birth Place: Yukon, Canada
Place of Residency: Red Lake Bed and Breakfast
Gender: Male
Education: High School Diploma
Occupation: Private Investigator
Languages: English

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Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 167lbs
Body Type: Average
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Pasty
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A faded scar running down the outside of his right arm
Personal Style: Harry dresses professionally when he’s on the job, which is essentially at all times. A full black suit with a respectable but visually interesting tie with brown loafers and thin, dark red socks. He keeps his hair short and neat, good looking but out of the way. His face is always clean shaven, smooth as a baby’s bottom.

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Disciplined * Eccentric * Friendly * Tunnel Vision

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Harry is a man driven to accomplish his goals no matter what. What that mission is beyond the immediate task of his current job is unclear. Either way he’s completely dedicated towards it. He’s always stern-faced and appears to remain mostly serious at all times, but even so he will say ridiculous things. It can be nearly impossible to tell whether he’s being serious or not.
Habits: Giving people thumbs up
Hobbies: Fishing, People Watching
Fears:

• Basking Sharks
• Ice skating
• Sex

Likes:

• Real maple syrup
• Cherry Pie
• Coffee
• Choco-Crunch Cereal, part of a balanced breakfast
• T-bone Steak
• Poutine

Dislikes:

• Doing nothing
• ”Pancake Syrup”
• Loud engines
• Ticks
• Snow
• Big Cities

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General Skills: (What does he or she know, must fit in within what the character knows)

• Investigation
• Hunting
• Driving
• Cooking
• Law
• Bass Guitar

Combat Skills: (Must fit what your character knows)

• Pistols

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing -Three piece suit, a collared shirt (usually white), necktie, wristwatch, dress shoes, red socks
• Purse/Wallet - ID, $60, Credit Card, unused Library Membership card
• Pocket knife
• Lighter
• Compass
• Map of Pennsylvania
• Hi-Point C9 9mm pistol
• Nokia E71 phone
• 10 foot long auxiliary cord
• Pen
• Notebook

Possessions at Home:

• 1963 Buick Riviera
• Case files

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Life Before Red Lake Harry’s formative years were spent not 50 miles away from the Alaska/Canada border. Life 50 miles away from Alaska is rough. He lived in a place that was two steps above a Bear Grylls wilderness survival episode. He and his father had a house, running water, an electric generator and not much else. His father was an oil miner who worked in harsh conditions so he could make ends meet. However, despite the irregularity of his circumstances, they didn’t last very long into living memory. Around the age of six his father died in a workplace accident and Harry was shipped to his Uncle’s house in Philadelphia.

The shift from the stark wilderness to major city was a sharp one, and a transition not easily made. After graduating high school with above average (if not particularly notable) grades, Harry got away from the big city as quickly as he could. Harry became a police officer in the small town of Dutton and for a few years, everything seemed to work out. However, when the previous chief of police died, Harry found himself having creative differences with his replacement.

Deciding that it would be better to quit than be fired, he left his position of his own accord. However, that left him with no job and there were still bills to pay. Without planning to, Harry found himself becoming a Private Investigator. The work was familiar, he didn’t have a boss other than himself and there was a great deal more freedom of movement. Currently he is employed by the Walkers to discover the whereabouts of their daughter.

Life In Red Lake:(If you were from Red Lake state what their life is like in the small town, up to the start of the RP 3 paragraphs minimum.)

Thoughts On Riley Walker: He did not know Riley

Thoughts On The Murder: Possibly related to Riley’s disappearance, but not necessarily. Treat like separate cases until evidence to the contrary becomes evident.

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Theme Song: The Who - Won’t Get Fooled Again
Deviances: N/A
Extra Information: Sabrewulf - Killer Instinct
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.