[OOC] Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

[Sigurd]

Making a post tomorrow. Sorry for the delay.

[RBYDark]

It's alright. Been talking with Kamikaze, ONL, and Ob about things for this rp anyhow.

[Sigurd]

I'll catch up on it all. I had no time for internet during the past couple of days.

[Sigurd]

I made a post. Hopefully it's alright. I am also limited to a phone, like ONL.

[RBYDark]

And what a post.

Boy, ONL's gonna be busy when he gets back.

[ONL]

And I'm back baby! But I'm sorry, because I have a confession to make; I...I've been unfaithful to you all. While I have been absent from you, my beloved investigators, I've been in the company of...NATION ROLEPLAYERS! That's right, I prioritzied writing alternative history instead of being with you, trying to stop Cthulhu from rising. And I'm so very much sorry, I don't know if I can forgive myself...

*Sob*

But seriously, good to be back. I'll be reading all that you've written, and from what RBY said, I fear I'll have to spend my enire weekend doing it :P

[Fish of Oblivion]

Looks like I started finishing up at a good time; RBY mentioned there was an opening, and after spending way too long like seriously a fair bit of time working on a sheet, just got a few last touches to add before it's ready to go up.

So, uh- hi?

[ONL]

@Fish of Oblivion *Wakes up in the middle of the night; decides to check out the Guild because why the fudge not; sees this; smiles.*

Hi there, welcome to our little OOC. My friends *head slowly turns to face my fellow Lovecraftians* and I have been expecting you. Please don't be shy, take a seat and feel as if home. You'll probably be stuck here for a while anyway, or what do you say, friends?

[Fish of Oblivion]

@Fish of Oblivion *Wakes up in the middle of the night; decides to check out the Guild because why the fudge not; sees this; smiles.*

Hi there, welcome to our little OOC. My friends *head slowly turns to face my fellow Lovecraftians* and I have been expecting you. Please don't be shy, take a seat and feel as if home. You'll probably be stuck here for a while anyway, or what do you say, friends?

@ONL

Well, before I get comfortable, are you Lovecraftians allergic to puns? I know RBY is, so best to make sure we're cool about that before I end up landing myself in hot water.

But yeah, after some slight last-minute delays, sheet's just about ready:

Frederick Hughes

Basics
Name: Frederick Hughes

Nickname/title: The Survivor

Gender: Male

Age: 46

Build/physicality: Frederick isn’t an exceptionally tall man, being only a little above average for his time period at 5’10”, but is well-built with a solid frame and fairly broad shoulders. An active and sometimes harrowing life has left him looking perhaps a little older than he should, and after his experiences a few years ago, he’s not quite in the exceptional condition he once was; but he’s fairly full of life, and is merely somewhat out of shape as opposed to having descended straight into being a slob. Besides his general condition, he has black hair and green eyes.

Appearance:


Background
Psychological status: Seemingly well-adjusted and altogether, but in reality deeply scarred and affected by what he’s seen, holding himself together in a functional state out of a bizarre combination of relief that he survived and the fact his unconscious mind hasn’t fully accepted those events. For however confident he seems in dealing with the otherworldly, he’s liable turn into a dangerously unstable mess the moment he comes back into contact with anything of that nature. There also seems to be something a little more serious hiding beneath his self-deprecating nature.

Quirks. Ticks, Conditions, Sensitivities to the Paranormal: As mentioned, Frederick seems to be relatively at ease in dealing with the paranormal; but the closer he gets to something real, the faster that begins to unravel.

Magical potential: Seemingly none.

Personality: Outwardly, Frederick seems fairly warm, affable and approachable, the ideal small town Police Officer. Despite being quite a way away from home, he seems quite happy to be in Arkham, claiming the change of scenery is the best thing that could have happened to him, and being somewhat self-deprecative of his circumstances and other elements of his life. He’s clearly been worn down by certain experiences, but nothing that seems to impede his day-to-day life; it would even seem that those experiences strengthened his will and ability to interact with the inhuman and otherworldly, making them more familiar to him than they would be to others.

In reality, his jovial persona, whilst not entirely disingenuous, is papering over the deep cracks those experiences have left in his mind. Whilst he can approach the otherworldly with a greater degree of confidence than others, he is liable to quickly become lost in it and begin his descent into madness anew; and when he does, all other manner of unpleasant things find themselves escaping through those cracks.

Hometown: Madawaska, Aroostook County, Maine.

Education: High-School Level.

Occupation: Former Police Officer, currently seeking to become part of University Security.

Achievements: High-School Graduate, achieved the rank of Sergeant in the Police Force prior to his leave.

Sexuality: Straight.

Religion/philosophy: Formerly Christian, currently Christian in spirit but unconsciously atheist. Keeps up the front of being Christian anyway.

Marital status: Single, Never Married.

Family status: His parents and siblings are still alive, and for the most part remain living in Madawaska. Any family in Arkham itself passed away over the course of the last few years, with them leaving him the house he’s currently staying in.

Biographical writeup: Frederick was born in Maine, in Madawaska, Aroostook County, just shy of the border with Canada. His family had roots in Arkham, with his paternal grandparents having remained there after his father moved up north to marry his mother, and so he was used to the occasional travel along the East Coast to visit family. For the most part, however, he remained in the area around the small town he was born in; after leaving for a few years after completing his education to try and set up elsewhere, he returned to settle back down and began his training to become an officer of the law.

He served as a member of the Madawaska Police Department for just over twenty years, a career and a span of time that had him witness the major events of the early twentieth century from afar; whilst many of America’s young, brave and bold were being mentally and physically destroyed in the the trenches, he was a man in his thirties getting on to a promotion to Sergeant, and by the time the Senate backed out of joining the League of Nations, he had his new badge. It was a fairly active life, regardless, but nonetheless it was a slow crawl through the years in a remote little town on the border.

Things wouldn’t last that way, however. In the winter of 1923, he was called out to inspect reports of suspicious activity around a sawmill a few miles north of the town, only to find it deserted. Finding himself unable to bear the atmosphere around the place for more than a few minutes after he arrived, he began to withdraw in order to report in and return with greater numbers. But that dreadful atmosphere seemed to linger with him as he withdrew, and before long, he realized why.

He was being followed.

Whatever it was that he saw following him, he can’t quite identify to this day; at least, not when he’s in any sane or rational space of mind. All he can comfortably remember is that when he regained his wits several days later, he was lying half-naked a few miles out from the other side of town, seemingly unaffected by the bitter cold of the night he returned to lucidity in. Returning to town, he found that several others had vanished during his absence, so his return was accepted with relief rather than with overt suspicion as it might have been otherwise. Nonetheless, attempting to return to his job proved difficult, and he was advised to spend some time out of the state in order to collect his wits. Whilst not exactly a tourist hotspot, Arkham presented itself due to a house left to his family by his now-deceased grandparents, and the possibility of employment at Miskatonic University as a member of security; less stressful than managing affairs at home, he was told.

If only they knew.

Miscellaneous information
Combative belongings: A small number of standard-issue pistols kept from his time as an active officer of the law.

Noncombative belongings: A house inherited from his grandparents in Arkham, a collection of books from his travels and his inheritance.

Other information (optional):

Theme song (optional):

[ONL]

@Fish of OblivionPuns? Of course I love me some good ol' puns, so don't worry about it!

I've heard about Frederick Hughes for a while now, but reading the proper CS I must say I like him. He'll make a fine addition to the team of mis-fits we have gathered, he's accepted! Go post him in the Character section!

[Fish of Oblivion]

@Fish of OblivionPuns? Of course I love me some good ol' puns, so don't worry about it!

I've heard about Frederick Hughes for a while now, but reading the proper CS I must say I like him. He'll make a fine addition to the team of mis-fits we have gathered, he's accepted! Go post him in the Character section!

@ONL

Done and done!

Sorry that took a while, though- started having a proper read through the IC and drumming up ideas for a first post, ended up doing my usual thing and getting distracted. I'll make sure a functional debut isn't too far off, though!

[T Risket]

Hey yall! Wanted to pop in real quick and just tell everyone me an ONL are workin on a colab still.

[ONL]

@Fish of OblivionHaha, getting distracted seems to be a common problem for all of us here. Perhaps the Elder Gods are trying to keep us from digging our noses to deep? Have fun reading through the IC, it has become a long story, even if it barely has been a day in-game time :P

@T RisketHeck yeah! It's going to be a great collab, let me tell you! It's going to be a HUGE collab, the best you've ever seen! I'm great at writing collabs, you know, and I get people walking up to me and saying "Hey ONL, I'm really glad you're writing that collab, you're going to make it great again. I know some of my folk don't write good collabs, but I know you do.".

And you know who writes bad collabs? The Mexicans! They don't write good or their best collabs. No, they write those one-liners and just awful collabs! And I'm going to build a huuuuge firewall to stop them from entering this page! Let's make RPG great again!

...I think I'm going slightly mad, folks. Please send help.

Edit. And there we go, just posted a short one so that Sigurd and RBY can post if they have time and feels fit for it. @gohKamikaze, you think you'll be able to somehow join the group soon-ish? Or do you need some help to fit him in?

[gohKamikaze]

@ONL Sorry I've been a bit silent - I've been busy with real life things. Ew.

If the Argus post in the OOC looks good, I'll post that today/tomorrow.
I'm planning on having Argus run into the group after they leave the Sanitarium in either the post afterwards or the one after that.

[RBYDark]

@gohKamikaze Looked at it - a small HTML error aside, seemed decent to me.

[ONL]

@gohKamikazeSorry, I thought I responded yesterday :O But yeah it looks good, go ahead and post!

[Sigurd]

Things are getting more and more interesting. :)

[ONL]

Things are getting more and more interesting. :)

@Sigurd

It sure is, you can't even begin to comprehend how much I'm looking forward to seeing how this plays out!

[Fish of Oblivion]

Short and a bit overdue, but Fred's head is in the game now. Next post will have him doing stuff, I promise

[Sigurd]

<Snipped quote by Sigurd>

It sure is, you can't even begin to comprehend how much I'm looking forward to seeing how this plays out!

@ONL

That was subtle.