[CHAR] Streets of Champaign- A Call Of Cthulhu based Adventure!

[Pleek]

Name: 'Da Guru of Groove' Demetrius Flash [Out of 'Kayfabe' it is Leroy King]

Age: 29

Appearance: Demetrius Flash is a man who is larger than life itself. He is 6'5" and weighs around 280 pounds, give or take a few pounds. Flash's hair is fashioned in a rather large and distinct afro. His rather dark complexion contrasts with his typical entrance and in ring gear, which are usually some manner of a bright pastel color. When working his attire includes a pair of colorful tinted sunglasses, various gold and silver rings on his fingers, break-away jumpsuits with a deep scoop neck to show off his chest-hair, a large purple cape with white fur lining with a pink strap on the back for his guitar, and pastel colored wrestling boots. In the ring his attire is simply a pair of bright spandex wrestling tights with 'Da Guru of Groove' printed vertically down the legs, alongside the boots from the earlier entrance to the ring. While not working, Leroy King wears a similarly flashy attire in order to keep character up so no marks don't figure out the truth of the business. Leroy typically keeps the rings on his fingers, but instead of wearing a breakaway jumpsuit he wears a brightly colored dress-shirt, waistcoat, trousers and shoes alongside his purple cape.

Occupation: Professional Wrestler.

Skills:
Kickboxing and Catch Wrestling [Both for show and actual fighting]
Disco Dancing
Guitar Player
Knowledgeable about Local Politics

Faults:
Prejudiced
Arrogant
Hedonistic
"Personal Demons" (mostly an addiction to pain-killers)

History: Leroy King's story begins in a bad neighborhood in a bad part of Chicago. Needless to say Leroy often found himself getting in and out of jams. Growing up there were few things that Leroy could turn to in order to seek some form of sanctuary. However Leroy did have one thing he could always look forward to; Professional Wrestling. He could always count on the Midwest Territory to do shows, such as Wrestling from the Marigold, nearby. Whenever the boy could catch a show he'd catch it. He fell in love with these men engaging in fights of good and evil and longed to be part of it. So when he caught the attention of a small time local talent there, he was eager to get his foot in the door.

Leroy started off his career in the world of Professional Wrestling by simply doing errands for the talent. Through doing these errands he began to earn a small bit of approval from these professional wrestlers. Slowly Leroy moved up and began to get tasked with doing more, such as commenting on matches when the actual announcers were out and photography of the wrestlers. Around the age of 17 he actually started to get training in how to properly wrestle, alongside learning how to play the guitar in his off time in order to entertain the others in the back. After his initial training he went on tour with the rest of the roster around the Midwest. At this point in his career Leroy was a low-carder and for the most part lost matches. Around that time he also had no real gimmick to speak of.

However things started to change for Leroy King around the late 1960s as the Black Panther Party began to form. Besides his own personal beliefs drawing him to them, Leroy also found use of them in the business. He adopted his first actual gimmick as Riley Seale who was a militaristic crusader that vowed to eliminate the white members of the roster. This was when he began to rise up the card and become a bit more well known. Though this gimmick would not last for long. While it did maintain some success, it just didn't feel quite right to Leroy and both the audience and the boys could pick up on it. Leroy needed new inspiration. Serendipitous for Leroy this was when Disco was born.

And so Leroy King became Demetrius Flash, 'Da Guru of Groove' which allowed him to be his over-the-top self to the crowd and allowed him to utilize more skills that he wasn't able to do under previous gimmicks. As Demetrius Flash he had it all. Money, fame or infamy (it depended on the crowd he was playing to) babes and music.

Unfortunately Demetrius Flash's story had a nasty swerve when he came on tour to a town called Champaign...

Equipment: Demetrius Flash doesn't need anything other than his stylin wardrobe and bling on his fingers. However that doesn't stop him from carrying around two boomboxes. One is loaded with hit disco tracks, while the other does not and appears much more worn out. He also keeps a red electric guitar strapped around his back.

[KOgaming]

Name: Gabriel Grant

Age: 19

Occupation: Missionary

Skills: Religion, Money, First Aid, Choreography, Singing

Faults: Physically Frail, Easy to Frighten, Naive, Creationist

History: Gabriel was born to Mormon parents in the Mormon city of Salt Lake City. He is a Mormon, and an enthusiastic one at that. His parents and his church were major players in shaping his life and he appreciates everybody within his extended biological family and his church, though many view Gabriel as being obnoxious. His parents were fairly reasonable people, small business owners. His mother was an accountant and taught him a good deal about finance as did his church. He is friendly enough, and sometimes comes off as a little too friendly.

Gabriel had few school friends. He did, of course, attend a parochial school which taught religion as much as it did other subjects. He spent a lot of time with his elementary school choir teacher, who helped Gabriel especially with hitting high notes, and Gabriel still misses him. High school was more or less a blur to Gabriel, though it was where he met his partner on his Mission.

When it came time to do his missionary work, Gabriel's dream was to go to Florida. He begged for days, though in the end, he and his partner were sent to Illinois, and Gabriel couldn't complain, as he preached the Lord's word.

After the lock down, or really right as it happened, Gabriel's partner on the mission died, killed mysteriously when Gabriel turned around, then back to notice his partner's body bisected cleanly from the waist. Needless to say, he ran as far as possible and hid somewhere.

Equipment: A fanny pack, several copies of The Book of Mormon, a wallet with a good deal of money in it, a can of pepper spray, a whistle

[Shoe Thief]

Name:
Hunter Monroe

Age:
24 years old

Appearance:
Hunter stands less then a couple inches below six feet with an average build. He has semi-long dark brown hair that in many cases is poorly groomed, normally just enough so to call it clean and then it is left alone. His light skin makes his grey colored eyes hard to notice unless someone was up close to him. For the most part his posture gives the impression of someone who would rather be relaxing then doing whatever he is currently doing. Other then that he tenses up really easily, and it is noticeable when he does so.

Occupation:
Hunter currently works as a local city maintenance worker, fixing things like electrical lines, phone lines, and at times pipe work. Before that he served a short time in the National guard, though on his record it would be noticed that he does not discipline well.

Skills:
-Long guns: This generally includes things like shotguns, hunting rifles, and light carbines.

-Automatic weaponry: Even though this is mostly limited to a standard issue M4 assault rifle, he figures it can't be too hard to adjust if need be?

-Electrical engineering: While in the service Hunter took advantage of the free schooling and got a degree with a major in electrical engineering and with minors in Civil engineering and diesel engineering.

Faults:
-Shooting: Despite his wide range of skills with firearms, he isn't necessarily amazing with them. He can handle a lot of firearms with decent accuracy, but he is no marksmen, and he is a slow learner when it comes to knew tools.

-People: Hunter is no people person, infact if placed into a social situation he will likely panic a bit and try to get out of it. Despite this once he gets used to people he can open up pretty easily.

-Paranoia: Hunter is scared, of pretty much everything. When in any situation that is not going according to his mental plan he pictures worst case scenario and starts to panic as he tries to get things back on track. Once something like this kicks in alternate solutions tend to be a lot harder for him.

-Endurance: Despite passing basic training Hunter isn't in the best physical condition. He barely passed physically, and afterwards didn't really keep in shape. Kind of an issue now huh?

History:
Hunter grew up in Florida raised by a single mother and with two younger siblings. When her job collapsed on itself his mother moved them out of state to Illinois in hopes of a better job market, figuring since she had family in the area she at least had some chance.

As Hunter grew up he had taken on several different jobs, some decent but with poor pay, some that weren't decent and with about equal pay. But do to home situations he hasn't been able to hold a job more then about four months. Not until he turned eighteen and joined up with the National guard. After several months of training he passed with one of the lowest scores of his unit. He likes to call it along the lines of "jack of all trades, master of none." His former officer would reply with something like "How about moron of all trades and master of being a jackass?"

While in The National guard he took multiple classes in various engineering fields. The most successful being Civil engineering and Electrical engineering. Once his time was up he applied all over the state for a job that would take him, due to his poor track record before joining the National guard getting a job was fairly difficult. After a year or so of applying for jobs he got a job working for the city maintaining city power lines, sewers, phone lines, etc.

Once he obtained the job he started renting an apartment for as cheap as he could get so he could save up for a better life outside the city at some point in his life. For now, it's his life in a one room studio apartment.

Equipment:
Hunter for the most part will have all sorts of things in his backpack readily available "Just in case". Though some of it is limited due to legal issues he likes to keep prepared in case.

*On his person:
-His wallet, filled with coins, coupons, and a list of emergency contacts.
-Keys to his truck, as well as the locks to his firearm cases, and his apartment.
-his pocket knife, that is an always.
-A metal thermos that normally holds water held onto his belt by a small carabiner.

*In his bag or truck:
-A really cheap crank powered radio
-Road flares
-Paper and pencils (And one pen, just one)

Supplies (Gear normally at home):
-Pump action shotgun, or as he calls it, a gift from Mom.
-.38 personal defense revolver, normally kept in his sock drawer incase he can't reach anything else.
-More damn paper and pencils (No more pens though), a lot of the paper is written on in pretty decent detail though spread out over his desk (His table).
-A CB radio that was intended for work use, but sadly some poor scum stole it and it may or may not have landed in Hunter's apartment.
-Odds and ends of at home goods, pot, pans, clothes, ect.
-About two weeks of canned food and water for a single person

[Lord Orgasmo]

Monica

Name: Monica White. Occasionally known as Yeagnasae Stargazer.

Age: 32

Appearance:
Monica is typically seen wearing your average everyday clothes. A T-shirt, sweatpants, the usual. However, she could sometimes be seen wearing her scrubs after work. The blood on them makes others a little unsettled due to the current situation. Unfortunately, she wears her scrubs almost always, as she was at work when the whole lock down happened, and doesn't have any other clothes besides another set of scrubs.

Occupation: Monica works as an E.M.T. usually one of the first to show up to a scene, and takes her work very seriously.

Skills: Being an E.M.T. Monica has training in identifying injuries, first aid, on the spot surgery, and extensive knowledge of human anatomy.

Faults: None, she's perfect. Monica can be a little to curious for her own good. She's seen her fair share of things she shouldn't from it. Not to mention, she's selfless to a fault. Always putting others before herself, constantly putting her in danger.

History: Growing up in a nearby city called Pekin, Monica was always a smart girl. Honor Roll, yearbook stuff, the works. The one thing she always wondered about was people. How did they work? What makes them tick? Biology was fascinating to her, and she eventually went to college to earn her Ph.D. before being hired as a nurse and quickly advancing to Pediatrician, to Surgeon, all the way to E.M.T. during her years in the medical field, she met a group of boys who were constantly coming back to the hospital for Sword related injuries. Eventually letter her curiosity get the better of her, she asked how they kept getting these injuries. The boy's told her about their D&D adventures, and how they'd act it out a little too much. They even offered her a spot in the adventure. Joining in for an adventure or two, she was no longer Monica White, but Yeagnasae Stargazer, the Cleric. Immediately falling in love with the name, she began to use it as her own Persona, and it became sort of a nickname for her. Then she got a call saying she was needed in the city of Champaign for her services. Hopping into the ambulance, she was off to the city. Soon after she had arrived, a message on the radio had said that the city was officially on lock down. Trying to leave like a sane person, she was denied, and was stuck in the city. The three others who came with her, driver included, began to panic, and were unsure what to do. Hiding out in a nearby building, her story begins.

Equipment: An ambulance filled with medical supplies. On her person however, she carries a scalpel, one of the keys to the ambulance, an epipen, and an adrenaline needle.

[Das Auto]

Name: Professor Basil T. Cunningsworth, Ph. D

Age: 61

Occupation: Oxford University professor, lecturer, teacher.

Skills: When it comes to lecturing, Basil possesses a thoroughly uncanny ability to bore people into submission. His ability to go on a long-winded rambling tirade about absolutely nothing borders on the supernatural. As a matter of fact, it's quite likely his utterly dreary tales of his holidays to the Canadian alps or the minutae of milk quantities in perfectly boiling tea would put even Nyarlathotep to sleep.

Basil is also a font of knowledge about almost everything. He's seen it all and done it all. Just try not to pass out when he tries to explain it, as many of his students did three years ago at Oxford when he was explaining the difference between microbiological organisms and minibiological contaminants, as one can so easily tell by investigating...

Fixed in his ways and rather old, Basil tends to avoid being affected by mind-breaking sanity reducing effects by deeming it utter pish-posh, not worth mentioning, or ignoring it entirely as clearly it can't be real and he was merely remembering that one time back in the Canadian alps (alps for days) where he was skiing and saw a rather large...

He's also a rather dab hand, I daresay, at gentlemanly boxing a la Queensbury rules. Tally ho, ruffians!

Faults: Unfortunately Basil is an old man. This means he's stuffy, long winded, and not exactly in his physical prime. As an old man, clearly age outranks power and as such he's far more likely to give any horrible entity from beyond the void a good tongue-lashing as clearly they can't withstand the wit and jibes from an Oxford professor, much like his dear aunt Beatrice, rest her soul, used to give all of the religious people at the front door whenever they came about for donations and I daresay they often turned tail and ran because dear Beatrice was a very firm talker and...

History: Basil has a long and storied history of globe-trotting and dramatic adventures. If you've heard of it, he's done it, or so he says. Right now he is currently on holiday to the Colonies, on a well deserved break from ignorant students at Oxford. Children these days! Pah!

Equipment: I daresay, Basil always carries with him a selection of notebooks that he uses to store notes on important things, like the names of various brandys in the cellar currently hosting a dimensional horror.

[Jarrid]

Name: John Savage

Age: 28

Appearance: 5'11 Tall, medium build, shaven head with medium bushy brown beard, resting face is a squinting, serious expression.

Occupation: Sporting Goods shop clerk.

Skills: An encyclopedic knowledge of firearms and ballistics
Bureaucratic and filing skills
A keen jogger
Good with locks, tools and general mechanical/electrical items
Academically smart
Fishing

Faults: A coward, through and through
Selfish and self interested
Resents others easily, generally bitter individual
Not above criminal or reprehensible acts, as long as he can get away with it
No stomach for gore/violence




History: John was Born in the nearby town of Bloomington and moved to Champaign as a child with his Mother. He grew up on Paul Avenue in a small, single storied house and lives there still with his elderly Mother who has the early onset of dementia. He never had many friends as a child and has almost none now as an adult, leading a reclusive life between work, home and the grocery store. Life hasn't had much excitement to offer John, and he has grown used to that and has been more than happy for it to stay that way. When speaking with other people, his store-clerk politeness easily breaks down with the slightest nudge to reveal the self loathing, despicable repressed human being underneath. John is ignored by his co-workers, who he has no affection for, and lives only for the weekends when he gets to spend time alone, fishing in the local lakes. He has become the store's resident Gun Smith, owing to his natural ability with small mechanical objects, although John has never fired a gun in anger. He avoided conscription to join the recent Vietnam war by claiming a leg injury, affecting a limp even to this day as he has lived with the lie for so long.

On the day the military came and the town was put on lock down, his store was looted by a large group of angry, desperate locals. john joined in the looting, stole a whole duffel bags worth of firearms and fled home, where he has stayed ever since. He has spent the last few days keeping his mother quiet and lying low, waiting for things to blow over...

Equipment: Keeps a colt .45 in his jacket with a few spare magazines and a pump action shotgun next to the sofa. He has kept a medium sized rucksack in his bedroom filled with food and ammunition as well as a few other basics in case he is forced to dash from the house at any point.

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Hi guys, first time poster on this server! Been part of plenty of RP's before, fancied creating a 'bit-of-a-dick' character for a change! Looking forward to it.