[CHAR] The Simple Blood ( A Survival Horror Bloodborne Roleplay)

[bloonewb]

Name: Karl Adalwin
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Appearance: Karl looks like what is left of a once powerful and dominating figure, worn down by age. He stands at a none-too-imposing 5 feet 7 inches, wrinkles are beginning to form on his face, and grey is beginning to invade his hair. His skin hangs loose upon his frame, due to his muscles petering out, but one thing he keeps in pride is his long, thick beard, that he absentmindedly grooms with his hands.

Brief Bio: Karl was born poor, and never lived rich in his life. His parents are conservative, and thus wed him at the young age of 18 to a woman he had never met and at the time wanted nothing to do with him. Eventually, they came to love each other through necessity and years of living together cramped in a small room in a run-down inn (the fact that they had the room to themselves was a luxury). Eventually, this led to their children.

He, like many others, caught on to the patriotic fervor when the men started becoming beasts, and took up a job in a factory, forging guns and bullets to "support the brave hunters killing the beasties". Like the others, he was required no less by the manager to have at least some skill in shooting the weapons he builds.

Brief Personality Description: Karl struggles with what most call Mania, in which he seems to behave as two people inhabiting one body. At times he is a happy, loving man who keeps a level head and just wants to help, but for no reason at all occasionally reverts to a bleak, cynical outlook on life. He randomly encounters random bouts of sadness in his daily life, and may break into tears at little incentive. Strangely, he also seems to require little sleep.

Occupation: Munitions Factory Worker

Family: Karl has a wife, two daughters, a son, and is known to feed and play with a stray dog.

Equipment: Outside of simple clothing for the poor, Karl is equipped with but a pistol and a pocketful of bullets. Those are all that stand between him and any outside threat he encounters.

Other: (Anything else you want to mention.)

[MikkishtheLeprechaun]

Name: William Ghasberg
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: 6'0 tall, athletic and strong from training but lean from lack of food, poorly kept dark-brown hair sits atop his head, his head, neck, and forearms are tan from working outside.

Brief Bio: When William was a young boy, about 11, his older brother left to join the school of Bergenwerth, his father was recruited as a Hunter, and only his mother and younger sister was left with him. After the first year of his brother being at Bergenwerth, the path through the forest was closed and he never heard from his brother again. His father's mangled corpse was found the morning after a hunt when he was 15, and a year later a beast managed to break into his home and kill his mother before being killed off by a Hunter. This left him to take care of his sister.

He wanted nothing more than to join the Hunters and hunt beasts like his father did, but he needed to work hard as a carpenter initially to support his sister. Despite his financial situation and how often he worked, he trained himself mentally and physically in the mean time to fight beasts. At first, he trained himself with a pitchfork figuring out a basic, bo-staff like fighting technique. After this, however, he managed to save up enough to buy a poleaxe.

Finally, tonight, he has enough incense to keep his now 14 year old sister relatively safe and can join the hunt. He promises his sister he will check up on her throughout the night, before leaving their home in central Yharnam. Perhaps he will do well, and manage to kill a few. Even better, is the possibility a Hunter might notice, and he may be closer to joining their ranks.

Brief Personality Description: Having seen beasts kill people he knew and cared about, and having trained himself, he is no wuss. He has been in brawls before, and even killed a couple stray dogs. He is also a hard worker and not one to complain. Despite all this, however, he has never actually gone toe to toe with a beast before. He is also pretty young, and might act unreasonably out of anger or pride. He is not a full blown idiot, however, and knows better than to rush into the hordes of beasts alone. Due to raising his sister from a young age, he will have an urge to protect any young he sees.
Occupation: Carpenter
Family: Younger sister. Age 14. She is back in their townhouse, which is full of incense on the inside as well as surrounded on the outside.
Equipment: William is wearing the standard Yharnam clothes, but has also fashioned a few leather pieces into some makeshift armor that "protects" his shoulders and chest. While he knows this will not truly protect him the the blows of a beast, he has seen similar armor on the Hunters and made this with the idea of maintaining full mobility to dodge and strike quickly, while still giving himself some defense however little it is.
In addition to his makeshift armor, he carries a poleaxe he bought from a street merchant, which was apparently picked off a guardsman killed during a hunt. He also carries his father's pistol, though he knows little in the way of gun maintenance and has only fired it a small handful of times, which got him into trouble each time.
Other:

[The Red Bear]

Picture of Max Friedrich

Name: Maximilian Friedrich

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Appearance: Maximilian has seen better days yet traces of his nobility can still be seen on him. While his hair has grown rather unruly and curled from his time having isolated himself, it is clean. His hands show some wear but they are small and very clearly seen little in the way of hard work in their lifetime. He stands at a rather imposing height, showing the signature of his former nobility however his build leaves much to be desired, showing little in the way of muscle. His face is the one of a man worn out, tired and bitter with smiles only ever being a politeness rather than a genuine expression. Maximilian's clothes are very well representative of his previous status in Yharnam, he wears a fancy tailored suit with a black bowtie around his neck. Underneath his frock coat, the most noticeable detail is the ascot worn under his shirt; there is a symbol sown into the ascot some of whom may recognize it as the insignia of his family.

Brief Bio: Maximilian was born to a prestigious family within Yharnam and while many of them were raised into a life of politics, Max would be one of the exceptions that would branch away from family tradition. Since childhood, his notable lack of interest in the social matters of Yharnam and continuing the family 'legacy' so to speak was noted by all. However while it was originally passed off as a simple phase of childhood, his tutors noted his penchant for learning and eagerness to study more. When he came of suitable age, Maximilian was taken to Byrgenwerth as per recommendation and personal request from him. There were considerations to send him to study outside of Yharnam but ultimately, his family deemed it safer and decided it would be easier to keep track of Maximilian if he was a part of Byrgenwerth.

His life within Byrgenwerth was at first a simple one, studying to become a scholar under many notable names such as Master Willem and alongside other notable students such as Micolash. Maximilian was a respected student due to his efforts to further the academy's research on a multitude of subjects, focusing on studies of ancient history and biology as there had been a recent discovery of Old Blood underneath Yharnam which required more specialists to help further research about the mysterious substance. However when there was a split within the academy and the Healing Church was founded. Maximilian was one of those mistrustful of the substance, deeming it too dangerous.

However the popularity of the blood could not be denied and many of the Friedrich family had decided to align themselves with the church, indulging themselves in the blood as well as becoming respected members of the church. As increasingly more members of Maximilian's family turned to the Church, Maximilian found himself slowly distanced from the rest of the family due to his mistrust of the blood. Depression and loneliness struck Maximilian and he only found comfort in continuing his research alongside the company of like-minded academics into the Blood and the source of it.

However tragedy struck the Friedrich family when nearly all of them had been destroyed in the disaster of Old Yharnam. Their manor had been in Old Yharnam and they were burned along with their property. The Friedrich name faded into obscurity and could only be found in history books. Fearful for his life and the increasing chaos in Yharnam, Maximilian fleed to an abandoned villa his family had used for social gatherings and celebrations near the outskirts of Yharnam, isolating himself with whatever manuscripts and books he could take from the academy. He was not alone however, the few servants of his family that survived the disasters within Yharnam chose to go with him, choosing the safety of isolation alongside Maximilian.

Maximilian had spent most days locked in his study, studying the dangers behind the consumption of the Blood and the study of it's source. His servants in exchange for shelter went for supply runs for both food and blood. However eventually they stopped coming back and Maximilian was forced to leave the safety of his shelter.

Brief Personality Description: Maximilian was a fierce academic in his time, dedicating his life to acquiring knowledge. Some would describe him as cold and emotionally distant but he is anything if not polite and well-mannered, showing the lessons of etiquette given to him in his youth. Now, he is paranoid and always looking over his shoulder, he will occasionally go on a mumbling tangent, uttering out things that none should know. His studies and insight into the Blood and the Great Ones have left him a scarred troubled man, it is not immediately noticeable but there are few things left that are holding this man together. He infrequently suffers from hallucinations and vivid visions. He is deeply mistrustful and fearful of the Blood and will not use it unless there is no other option or he is forced to.

Occupation: Scholar

Family: Most of the close family he had died in the fire, few still roam Yharnam and fewer still remember Maximilian.

Equipment: Other than his clothes, Maximilian carries with himself a rapier and a lantern.

[Blood Echoes]

Name: Dr. Lucian Dexter

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Appearance:

Hider

An average 5"10 with an average build, Dexter has the look of an academic who spends entirely too much too time indoors reading books. This is an accurate statement, though the darkness around his eyes and unnerving lack of visible emotion might lead you to wonder exactly what manner of texts those might be. His near-black hair is a little long, perhaps, but neatly cut and kept; his green eyes reflect the clinical detachment of a particularly well-read snake. That is not to say that he appears off-putting at first glance, for his looks are clean-shaven and immaculate, his clothes well-tailored and elegant, and his conversational skills well-honed and observant; more that his manner and bearing give the impression of a man who has seen much in his years, and in response has learned to ruthlessly seperate his emotions from his intellect.

Bio: The youngest of three sons born to a sculptor and a midwife, his family was well-regarded and lived in a small but well-appointed home that overlooked the square at central Yharnam. A quiet child, he rarely spoke and seldom indulged in childish play, preferring instead to read both books and the behaviours of those around him. This particular combination of past-times gave him a rather different view of the world than that shared by his family, peers, and other townsfolk. After all, many of them seemed to have little concept of the world that existed outside the immediate bounds of the city, and to think nothing of the... 'Peculiarities' of its inhabitants. For what finer place could exist than the very home of blood ministration, seat of the Healing Church? It drew people from far and wide to be cured of their maladies, and Yharnam prospered all the better from it.

Dexter, however, was unsettled by the growing reliance on the Church and rising swell of zealotry that seemed only to accelerate as he grew towards adulthood. It felt, to him, rather 'improper' in a way that few others seemed to appreciate. The children his mother helped deliver were healthy and fair, but increasingly strange. The works his father produced began, over time, to change; from cowled and godly martyrs, to forms that, although resembling that of humans, were strangely-proportioned and subtly twisted into unnatural parodies of pained supplication.

And so, he decided to escape in a manner befitting a young gentleman - by going to university. No, not to Byrgenwerth, despite his parents insistance, but further North, where the mountain air was cool and clean and blood was only blood. It was an excellent escape, all told; and when his academic course finished he took another, and when that finished, he used his new doctorate to take tenure and teach others. He lost himself in the cold formality of modern medicine and workings of the human mind, and found that his strange past in a strange place was an unexpectedly valuable resource of practical experience in his chosen fields. Most did not have what it took to look inside the mind of another; quite literally, for dissection and study were the cornerstones of the fresh new field of neurology.

He still sent letters back home, like any good son would, and quietly pitied the postal clerks who had to deliver such missives; and for a time, received letters back from his father. He became rather artful at constructing reasons to delay his return indefinitely. Eventually the correspondance seemed to dry up; a relief, all told, for the content of these letters had become increasingly erratic, and fraught with mania and bad news. Ramblings of beasts and blood, fire and sickness, and no way to be sure where fact began and fiction ended, or whether either existed in the first place.

When his father died a day after he turned 30, it was Dexter's lawyers who carried the news to him - and that was the last he heard from any of them. No word ever came from his mother or brothers; perhaps, they blamed him for not rallying to the old man's deathbed. Perhaps, he thought, they were right to blame him. And, with that, he was free of Yharnam's shadow forever.

... Or so he thought, until his father wrote to him once again. Perhaps 'wrote' is the wrong term, for a page of indecipherable glyph-like scrawling marked with blood and filth could hardly be construed as meaningful discourse, but - that was undoubtedly the old man's signature. Of course, he was dead, so that meant only that someone back at that blasted city was set to play cruel tricks on him, to prey on his mind and cause him to question himself. And that absolutely. Would. Not. Do. It was, he decided, time to be done with that place, and all who festered within it.

And so, fifteen years after taking his leave of Yharnam's particular brand of ill-favoured madness, he set off to return to those cobbled streets and gaslit alleys to the place where he was born, determined to finally sever all ties; and by gods, would he give someone quite a stern talking-to when he got there!

Personality: He is calm and calculated and rigidly 'sane' to the point where it might just be the mark of his own brand of madness. He rarely laughs, and has not shed a tear since he was too young to form sentences. That is not to say that he lacks emotion, or compassion, or basic humanity - only that it would take a particularly stressful turn of events to bring any of it to the surface.

Occupation: Lecturer in the fields of neurology and psychology.

Family:

Father - Morton (deceased)
Mother - Lucianne (59)
Brother - Morton (known as 'Morty') (38), married to Sarah (37), father to Lucy (14)
Brother - Daniel (36)

Equipment: Carries a black doctor's bag that contains some useless textbooks, a sandwich, and a small bonesaw that is most commonly used to carve chicken (though he won't admit it if you ask him, and will insist it is an important tool that should be treated with care).

Other: Detests his given name, as he was named after his mother which seems rather unfitting for a man. Despite being an eligible bachelor with pleasant looks and a comfortable salary, he has no romantic ties. Nor does he have any close friends, preferring to keep things at 'acquaintence' level or lower. He is left-handed, physically fit, and lacks any fighting skill at all. He does, however, have a keen eye for anatomy and a good deal of expertise in dissection and surgery.