[OOC] Miss Hobbs' Paranormal Detective Agency

[eclecticwitch]

The Year: 1921
Place: New York, New York

DISCORD LINK

OFFICIAL START DATE: 11/23/2018
Please have all characters submitted by this date.

Overview

Miss Hobbs, a bored heiress, has decided to start her own private investigative company. It will look into all of the average sorts of things - cheating spouses, embezzling employees, missing pets, and mysterious murders. Oh, and also ghosts. All sorts of creepy and spooky things await Miss Hobbs' team of plucky and diverse investigators. They just don't know it yet.

You are one of the (un)lucky few who have gotten past the phone interview with your new boss. Except, you didn't realize she was your boss. And no mention of the paranormal or dead has been mentioned. The story starts with meeting the lovely and strange Miss Hobbs in her penthouse, now headquarters.

Rules and Regulations

• Be kind, be courteous, and be a good citizen. Do unto others and all that.
• Posting once a week will be the rule. Posting more is absolutely encouraged. If the week is up and you have not posted your character turns into a plastic ficus which I will pilot. If you have not returned within a month your character is forfeit. I have the right to kill them or turn them into an NPC. If you come back your character is not returned. Depending on the circumstances I may allow you to make a new character.
• Addendum: Starting this within the Holiday Season, I realize that family and vacations come first. Just let us know and keep us posted on things. Reprieves will also be allowed for anyone who is going to be away for a bit. Just let me know so I can pilot the character until your estimated return. Gotta keep the world turning friends.
• If you no longer wish to play, just let me know I won't be offended. However, I do request you write your character out of play - death, disappearance, quits - whatever.
• ALL images must be in black and white, or sepia tone. If you choose to use an image for your character's sheet you may not use any current actors. Find yourself a someone from the old days, I promise there are loads of lovelies. The only exception is if it is hand drawn for something like an advertisement.
• ADDENDUM: Real people for characters, please. These colored drawings are meant more for prettying posts or found clues.
• Use the CS provided for you below.
• This is marked as 18+. There will be creepy, gory, and maybe sexy things referenced. Language will not be cut back. Use all the swears you like. But follow the site rules, no scrumping on screen.
• I would like to, at the minimum, see 2-3 detailed paragraphs per post. Sometimes I know our fickle muses abandon us, so if the occasional small post happens I am not about to kick you out the door. I am a benevolent dictator.
• All applications will be considered. However, if I find that the character idea does not fit with the setting I may deny it. I want some realistic characters for the era. Well, as realistic as a supernatural RP can get. I will offer help and advice before flat out denying a character though.
• I will provide you with a header to be used at the beginning of your post. Add it as code on your finished character post for easy access.
• Limit 1 character per person for now. May allow more in the future times.

Character Stuff

Character Sheet

[hider=Your Character Archetype]
[center][img][/img][/center] if you choose to use one

[color=][u][b]Name:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Age:[/b][/u][/color]
No one under 18.
[color=][u][b]Sex:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Sexuality:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Relationship Status:[/b][/u][/color]

[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Body[/h3][/center][/color]

[color=][u][b]Height:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Weight:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Hair:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Eyes:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][/color]
(some words of description, doesn't have to be much at all)

[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Soul[/h3][/center][/color]

[color=][u][b]Likes:[/b][/u][/color] (Min of 3, Max of 10 things)
[color=][u][b]Dislikes:[/b][/u][/color] (Min of 3, Max of 10 things)
[color=][u][b]Skills:[/b][/u][/color]
[list]
[*] Can ride a bike.
[*] Always shows up when there's a good deal.
[*] Can take apart a handgun with your eyes closed
[*] Can shoot that handgun real good like.
[*] Whatever
[/list]
[color=[u][b]Brief History: [/b][/u][/color]
[list]
[*] Give me the bullet points of your life.
[*] Things that have happened.
[*] As many as you like.
[*] Born in hell.
[*] Stole a blimp.
[*] Went to jail.
[*] Whatever
[/list]

[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Story[/h3][/center][/color]

Write a post. Instead of relying on personality through traits or a history through mere sentences, give me you character as you would write them. Don’t write their past. I want you to write me about how they came across the advertisement, their thoughts on it, and what made them decide to apply. Establish them. The MOST important part of your CS.

[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Ether[/h3][/center][/color]
[color=][u][b]Color Code:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Theme Song:[/b][/u][/color] Make it tens or twenties baby. This is not required, just for funsies.

And anything else you feel pertinent to add, even as for yourself to reference.[/hider]

Resources

A short, but helpful documentary on youtube to give you some info. about 30min long. Someting you can listen to while searching for that perfect picture.

A list of 20's slang.

A thirteen minute video of what led to prohibition.

KnowledgeHub on Prohibition. It's 10 min and goes to even 1933.

A video on just Speakeasies specifically.

Gameplay

• GM Posts
  • In addition to my bits as Miss Hobbs there will be part of posts dedicated to weather, scene, people, and nuances.
  • Some clues for the case may be hidden here, read carefully.
  • If needed I will also have visual aids, pictures, for important clues.
  • Some of the information is merely meant to keep us all on the same page so one person doesn't have a cloudy day on the same one another has a rainy one.

• Clues
  • These are hidden in posts.
  • Some you have to find by looking in places described... or not described.
  • Discussion between yourselves on what is or is not important will be mostly held on discord.
  • Don't worry, Miss Hobbs will be there to lend a helping hand! Ask her anything.

• NPCs and Contacts
  • I will create most NPCs though you are all welcome to apply to add a person for me to play. Or in special cases they will be yours.
  • Added to the Character Stuff section will be an application sheet (very short) for NPCs.
  • NPC's can become contacts. While I will move them about, you are also welcome to ask for an NPC to become a Contact if you feel like their help may be useful later on.
  • I may use people from your history or mentioned in posts as victims or potential witnesses to crimes.
  • There will be a notes section on NPCs or Contacts, let me know what sort of notes you'd like to add (ex. Behaved suspiciously about ___, Couldn't make eye contact, Knows about ___) for use in you discussion or to remember to ask if/when you meet them again.
  • In the discord there is a place to have quick conversations with them to add to your post. Just get a hold of me and I am happy to do this anytime I'm available.
  • If you choose to interact with an NPC through discord I will add all the descriptions you will need for your post. I will just need tiny details like tone of voice or posture. You reasons for asking and suspicions you can add to your post later.

• What if I have special skills?
  • If they are of the supernatural variety they will be taken into account. What you might see beyond others will be placed in a hider within the post with your characters name on it.
  • Cool skills you have developed overtime will also be taken into consideration for extra things that just your character can do.
  • And certain people speaking with certain people will produce different answers and reactions.
  • It is up to you and the group to determine if your character is the right man for the job.

• Concluding a Case
  • After deliberation if you feel that something is accurate we will hold a meeting to discuss this.
  • Miss Hobbs can tell you if you went wrong somewhere or give hints on things to look into further.
  • Any NPCs not requested to become Contacts will be deleted.
  • Don't worry, we'll always solve the case! ...Or will we?

[eclecticwitch]

I know the CS looks daunting but it's mostly fill in a single word. It will be used to look back on for myself and for you all. I always get frustrated when I gotta dig for an eye color through a CS. The post part is about 70% the most important thing tho. I will get a discord up tomorrow.

[Fabricant451]

I'll likely have my sheet up tomorrow. Not having to sift through images to find that perfect one is gonna save me at least three hours. Session musician gal gonna play the blues.

[eclecticwitch]

Delightful! I look forward to it. I will also have more time to work on my own tomorrow. SOOO much went into perfecting the OOC opening statement.

[The Forgotten]

So I hope my character is OK please let me know what needs changing or editing. ^__^

[eclecticwitch]

@The Forgotten hey hunny, sorry I didn't make this more clear but please post the character in the character tab once it has been accepted. If you would be so kind to move him to the ooc and I'll take a right and proper look on my lunch break at work!

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Before I say anything about the CS, I suggest you take a look through the first post with the overview and rules. I also suggest doing a bit of research in rural America and prohibition in the twenties. I do like the eye thing tho.

[Shaktzi]

Washed up investigator

Name: Ichabod Strafe

Age: 32
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single, unwillingly divorced.

The Body

Height: 5,11
Weight: 165
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown/Hazel
Skin Tone: Tanned, ruddy
Appearance: Messily slicked back hair, Perpetually unshaven, athletic build, somewhat disheveled and a real bad chainsmoker.

The Soul

Likes: Cigarettes, guns, dogs, cars, planes, sugar, the B.O.I and his ex-wife.
Dislikes: Smoke free zones, getting shot at, Garlic, spiders.
Skills:

• Offensive driving
• Can fly a plane halfway decent
• Very observant
• shooting
• A nose for lies

Brief History:

• Born to russian immigrants in Wisconsin
• Dropped out f school to join the navy
• Leaves the navy after meeting his Ex-wife
• Recruited by the Bureau
• Divorced against his will
• kicked out of the Bureau for crackpot ideas and disobedience
• Drifting around from job to job, searching for proof of extraterrestrial existence

The Story

Strafe frowned to himself as he sat in a small cafe on the outskirts of the city, his coffee cold, crumbs all that remain of the pastry he had brutally dismembered. It had been a treat to himself, for no real reason, an extravagance given his current financial situation. Funds had been low for a while, especially after getting fired from the Pinkertons. Bastards, wouldn't know talent if it kick 'em in their collective ass. Which he would have felt the need to do, if they weren't all trained man hunters. Not so much cowardice on his part, he felt, as a prime example of his brains.

Receiving another glare from the owner - he hadn't purchased anything in hours, just sat to stay out the snow- he slowly stood up, made a show of stretching, putting his coat on, and pointedly leaving no tip. As he hustled into the cold, he wrapped his coat tighter around him, pondering his next move. Money, was what he needed. With enough money, he could get the evidence he needed, present it to the Bureau and get reinstated.
He tailed a well dressed man with a paper for about 3 blocks, before the man tossed out the paper, and Strafe snatched it out of the bin, flipping through the ads. Grocery bagger wanted. Nope. Construction, for that pay? Nada! Elderly man looking fo.... Oh. Best paying one. Figures. Than something caught his eye. Investigator wanted. Oh-ho! Certainly wouldn't hurt, would it? Getting paid to do what he did naturally.
He made his way to the nearest pay phone, pausing for only a moment before he rammed his last dime into the slot, and dialed the number......

The Ether

Color Code:
Theme Song: Make it tens or twenties baby. This is not required, just for funsies.

Is constantly fiddling with his wedding ring, thinking of his wife.

[Polyphemus]

This is very much my jam and I'm hard at work on a CS.

[Polyphemus]

Submitted for your consideration. Let me know if any changes or alterations are needed. Thanks for your time!

Mr. Samuel Wu, Esq

Name:Mr. Samuel Wu, Esq.
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Sexuality: ”Straight”. It's 1921, after all.
Relationship Status:Confirmed bachelor.

The Body

Height:5'6”
Weight: 138 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Skin Tone: East Asian
Appearance:Wu is a well-heeled man of cultivated and genteel appearance. His hair is carefully done, he dresses exclusively in tailored suits, and there is never so much as a speck of dust on his person.

The Soul

Likes: Opera, a glass of wine, the latest investment opportunity, promoting the interests of New York's Chinese population
Dislikes: The Tongs, dirt, racist sentiment (it's 1921 so that is most sentiment)
Skills:

• Skilled banker and investor
• Moderate wealth
• Influence in Chinatown
• Wine connoisseur
• Speaks Mandarin, Cantonese, French, Italian, and English
• Expert knife thrower

Brief History:

• 1887: Born in Chinatown to immigrant parents.
• Schooled in the American tradition, spends as much time as possible in the library. Learned knife throwing from less savory characters in the neighborhood, still practices for stress relief.
• 1912: Rather than join his brothers in running his father's small tailoring shop, Wu instead goes to work for the Benevolent Fraternity of Merchants, a Chinese-American organization that protects local rights.
• Frustrated by the refusal of Chinese custom by local white banks, the Fraternity begins operation as an unchartered bank for the Chinese population. Wu is placed in charge of investments and helps make the enterprise profitable.
• 1900 on: Amidst Wu's slow rise, two local Tongs, the Hip Sing and the On Leong, go to war. It is a simmering, ongoing war that occasionally explodes into open violence. The Fraternity and the ordinary citizens of Chinatown are caught in between. However, the police and other white authorities largely ignore the brutal gang war. Wu's efforts against the Tong come to naught.

The Story

The phonograph scratched as the needle caught, and the small but comfortable study was filled with the swell of strings. The overture to Bellini's Il Puritani, featuring as Talbo none other than the incomparable Enrico Caruso (may he rest in peace, gone earlier this year).

Mr. Samuel Wu, Esquire nursed a small glass of sherry as he looked over his mail. As he has expected, much of it was letters he had hopefully dropped off at the post office, returned unopened when his Chinese surname and Chinatown return address were noted. Crestfallen, he looked over them. His missives to the New York Post, the Board of Aldermen, the District Attorney, anyone he thought might listen. Despite the perfection and eloquence of his English they had not bothered.

With all the talk of mobsters and racketeers, all the men like Rothstein and Dwyer and Morello, no one in this town seemed aware of the decades-long mob war being fought below 14th Street. The Hop Sing and the On Leong had perfected the art of murdering one another over turf and opium long before any of the Jewish, Irish, or Italians began running rum and trading bullets. So many young men dead, so many parents suddenly childless. Wu was suddenly hit by a wave of powerlessness. There had to be something he could do.

Maybe if the law would not help it was time he acted on his own.

The idea hit him like a thunderbolt. It was silly, it was impractical, of course. But the idea of acting the chivalrous hero, to be a Parsifal or Don Ottavio, it appealed to the child in him.

But where to begin? He knew nothing of policing or detecting. Unless he were to take a sabbatical to somehow learn and practice such skills, and then teach them to other community-minded individuals. . .

Wu picked up the newspaper he had idly leafed through earlier, trying to find the ad he spotted earlier in the day. He found it, read it over twice to be sure. He nodded to himself. This was the right choice.

He wound up the telephone, lifted the earpiece from the receiver, spoke in his most cultured voice, which coincidentally was his standard voice. “Hello, operator? Kindly connect me to Miss Elizabeth Hobbs, please.”

The Ether

Color Code:6A5ACD
Theme Song: Prelude to Cavalleria Rusticana

[knifeman]

Just a WIP, but I wanted to get something up to show I'm working on it!
(´｡• ω •｡`)

Hope the picture is alright. I had trouble finding a photo that worked for me so I just drew my own and that's literally as realistic as i can possibly draw (￣▽￣*)ゞ

EDIT: Got a photo now!

EDIT: Finished!

Violet LeBlanc, Mafia Princess

I'm a devil in disguise



Got murder in my eyes

Name: Violet LeBlanc
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single

The Body

Height: 5 feet 5 inches
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair: Strawberry Blonde
Eyes: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Appearance: Despite her lack of muscle, Violet cuts an intimidating figure. Her confident swagger and the manic glint in her eye can set off your danger signals, even if she’s all smiles. Her figure is lanky and boyish, and she dresses the part, wearing exclusively masculine clothing. The most casual outfit she wears consists of a button-down shirt, slacks, and a necktie.

The Soul

Likes: Weapons (mostly knives), Jazz, Pretty Girls, Fights
Dislikes: Cops, Strict People, Genuine Displays of Emotion
Skills:

• Great with a knife
• Plenty of underground contacts
• Almost naturally intimidating
• Quick on her feet
• Intimate knowledge of weapons, injuries, and bodies.

Brief History:

• 1900: Felix LeBlanc is appointed head of the LeBlanc crime family after his father is murdered.
• 1902: Felix and his wife Beatrice give birth to a daughter, Violet.
• 1914: After coming into contact with gang activity, Violet starts learning how to use weapons.
• 1916: Violet starts doing errands for the gang (rum running, shake-downs, etc.)
• 1919: During a deal gone wrong, Violet proves herself capable of “subduing threats.”
• She is appointed as an assassin (her identity is kept a secret from all but the highest ranking gang members).
• During this time, she racks up a body count in the tens.
• 1921: In a police raid, the high-ranking members of the LeBlanc gang are apprehended, including Violet’s parents.
• Violet escapes being arrested, as the investigators can’t connect her to the gang’s activity.

The Story

Violet sighed.

Really, she should have seen this coming.

The sound of her knife on the hard bar surface was the only thing keeping her thoughts from consuming her. She had her hand splayed on the bar, and was bringing the knife down over and over on the spaces between her fingers. She had nicked herself a few times; she wasn’t exactly in top form.

On a normal occasion, she would have been kicked out of the speakeasy by now, especially since she hadn’t bought a single drink. This wasn’t a normal occasion, though, and the intense aura emanating from the girl told everyone around her that she shouldn’t be messed with.

Yeah, it was inevitable. Her parents were bad people who did bad things, and they were caught. She should have been counting her lucky stars that she wasn’t caught along with them. She should have been skipping town, changing her name, leaving her past life behind.

But something was keeping her stuck to the ground.

“Violet.”

She turned her glare towards the source of the interruption, the bartender, Lowell. She didn’t stop her little knife game.

“What.”

“I’ve got something you might be interested in, unless you’re not done scratchin’ up my bar.”

“What is it.”

“A job opportunity. Found this flyer outside for a detective agency. Figured your skills might be of some use; and God knows you need something to make you quit moping.”

“I’m not exactly the crime-fighting type. Seems a little hypocritical, doesn’t it?”

Lowell slid the flyer over to her casually.

“Hey, it’s your choice. But this is the last time I let you stay here all day without buying any drinks.”

Violet winced and looked down as she nicked the side of her middle finger. She glared at her knife like it had cut her on its own. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the flyer, and the phone number written on it.

She shoved her hand in her pocket and found just enough change to make a single call on a pay phone. With a frustrated sigh, she flicked her knife closed and stood up. The door slammed shut behind her, the flyer absent from the bartop.

At the very least, she would ask about the job. If she didn’t get hired, fine. If she did, well, at least she wouldn’t be bored.

The Ether

Color Code: 00CED1
Theme Song: Josie Miles - Mad Mama’s Blues

[eclecticwitch]

@Shaktzi I am liking it so far! If you could please use the CS format as I have provided above that would most fantastical.

@Polyphemus Delightful! You have encapsulated much of what I am looking for in this. Accepted, please move him over to the character tab! Name your hider, upon moving it over, the name of the archetype he will portray.

@knifeman I would prefer if you are wanting to add a pic, that they be of real people. Don't worry, you are not the only one who has a drawn picture, I will make an addendum to that rule to make myself more clear. Here are a few actresses of the era you can look at that I think have a similar sort of appearance. Betty Compson, Corrine Griffith, Marion Davies, and Anita Paige. Your drawing is absolutely lovely tho! Would make a good wanted poster if needed.

@The Forgotten I hope I haven't scared you off. Please feel free to PM if you have questions or want to discuss things. I am happy to be of assistance.

[Fabricant451]

The story will come tomorrow, most likely. Along with what else is missing.

Hider

if you choose to use one

Name: Adeline "Addy" Reese
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Many rumors abound that Miss Reese keeps the company of either sex; she does nothing to quell them. People will talk.
Relationship Status: Single

The Body

Height: 5'9"
Weight: 124
Hair: Black as midnight
Eyes: Green as an emerald
Skin Tone: Colored
Appearance:
Miss Reese is something of a child of controversy least of all because of lingering sentiment from unsavory sorts. The controversy comes more from her preference towards two rather unique schools of thought. She admires the flapper style of skirted dress, short hair, and a rather long cigarette. She, however, can mostly get away with it when she's on stage and the spotlight beams down on her harder than the eyes of the audience. It's when she adorns pants, men's slacks, and the accompanying vest that it becomes a little harder to defend for those who see it as a problem.

The Soul

Likes: The clink of ice as a drink is downed. The electric hum that hangs over a crowd as they await a show worth remembering. The sound of rain pattering off the roof. The first drag of the day. Stimulating conversation.
Dislikes: Crime, even of the organized sort...especially of the organized sort. The ocean, more specifically boats. Zeal of any sort, it's a remarkably bad look. Large cats, even a house cat has her rather wary.
Skills:

• Can charm the hat off of almost anyone worth charming.
• A quick wit betrays a quicker intellect.
• Regardless of how good she is or isn't, when talking fails she isn't afraid to scrap.
• Has a stash of money. Just in case.
• Can't drive a car but she can still ride a horse.

Brief History:

• Born in Louisiana and was considered a real swamp witch given the proximity to the bayou.
• Father was a gator farmer. Brother lost an arm which led to him losing a whole lot more.
• A trip to the city to sell meat and skin had Addy hearing the blues for the first time.
• Stole herself a banjo. Her daddy paid for it.
• Attended Dillard University to learn enough to get by.
• Relocated to Chicago, playing piano and banjo. Worked her way up to singing. Caught the attention of a club owner out east.
• Miss Reese's Quartet becomes something of a staple in the New York nightlife, and yet she wants.

The Story

Write a post. Instead of relying on personality through traits or a history through mere sentences, give me you character as you would write them. Don’t write their past. I want you to write me about how they came across the advertisement, their thoughts on it, and what made them decide to apply. Establish them. The MOST important part of your CS.

The Ether

Color Code: CC00FF
Theme Song: Make it tens or twenties baby. This is not required, just for funsies.

And anything else you feel pertinent to add, even as for yourself to reference.

[eclecticwitch]

@Fabricant451 I love her so much! I'm excited to see her story!

[eclecticwitch]

@Shaktzi I have to say, this boy has a special place in my heart. As a fellow Sconnie!

[eclecticwitch]

URL added for Discord.

[knifeman]

@eclecticwitch Thanks so much for the suggestions! I found a photo that works perfectly!

[eclecticwitch]

I have updated the Gameplay section

[eclecticwitch]

I have added some resources to help anyone who wants to get into the swing of things. If you have a resource that you have found helpful that is not listed, let me know!

[eclecticwitch]

@The Forgotten i moved this over for you in case you would still like to edit and play this character.

cowboy dude

[hider=Arthur Donavan]

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[color=][u][b]Name:[/b][/u][/color] Arthur Donaven
[color=][u][b]Age:[/b][/u][/color] 30
[color=][u][b]Sex:[/b][/u][/color] Male
[color=][u][b]Sexuality:[/b][/u][/color] Bisexual
[color=][u][b]Relationship Status:[/b][/u][/color] Single

[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Body[/h3][/center][/color]

[color=][u][b]Height:[/b][/u][/color] 6'1
[color=][u][b]Weight:[/b][/u][/color] 221
[color=][u][b]Hair:[/b][/u][/color] Auburn
[color=][u][b]Eyes:[/b][/u][/color] L eye Green/R eye Blue
[color=][u][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/u][/color] Tanned
[color=][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][/color] Arthur has the build of a man who has worked hard his entire life, and has the scars to match. His fore arms are littered in scars ranging from burns to bullet wounds, but the most noticeable ones are the long jagged scar that crosses over his jugular across his throat, and what appears to be claw marks going across his face from left to right.

[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Soul[/h3][/center][/color]

[color=][u][b]Likes:[/b][/u][/color] Liquor of any kind, Sex, Animals of any kind, Honest people, the color green, His hat and Duster, fighting
[color=][u][b]Dislikes:[/b][/u][/color] Rich people, Lies, anyone who attacks the weak, automobiles, electronics, anyone who thinks they are better then anyone else
[color=][u][b]Skills:[/b][/u][/color]
[list]
[*] Can ride horses/bulls/donkeys/mules
[*] Crack shot with any revolver/lever action rifle
[*] Can clean any revolver in one minute or less.
[*] Can make a weapon out of anything in a fight.
[*] Can stitch up cuts and gashes.
[*] His left eye is capable of seeing in the dark, and seeing paranormal entity's that would otherwise go unnoticed.
[/list]
[color=][u][b]Brief History: [/b][/u][/color]
[list]
[*] 1862- Mathius Donovan is born
[*] 1885- Mathius Donovan becomes Sheriff
[*] 1883- Mathius Donovan Marries
[*] 1883- Mathius Donovan retires and buys a ranch
[*] 1891- Arthur Donovan is born
[*] 1906- Mathius Donovan is shot down and Arthur Donovan inherits the family ranch
[*] 1911- Arthur Donovan kills his father's murderer
[*] 1916- Arthur Donovan Marries
[*] 1920- Arthur begins having nightmares
[*] 1921- Arthur and his wife are attacked by an unseen force leaving Arthur as the only survivor
[*] 1921- Arthur discovers he can now see things he shouldn't be able too see.
[/list]

[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Story[/h3][/center][/color]

Arthur had been many things over the last thirty years, all of which lead him here. Riding a horse through the middle New York City, one of the few places on this earth he had sworn he would never end up, garbed in his father's old riding duster and Hat, and a dust caked flannel and jeans. Not more then a month ago he had been a simple rancher, but thanks to life's shitty sense of humor he had lost it all. With everything he now owned saddled to his trusty steed, Arthur knew of one place to go when life got hard. The local bar.

Ignoring the looks of passers by, Arthur followed the distinct sound of local drunkards arguing and was quick to find a bar that suited his tastes. It was old, rustic, and above all else it wasn't high class. Arthur truly hated rich people. Hitching his horse to a nearby lamp post Arthur made his way through the old chipped and weathered door, the smell of liquor and tobacco filling his nose the moment he crossed the threshold.

Arthur had barely managed to get his hat off his head before one of the bar patrons glanced his way, spitting disagreeably at his feet. Arthur paused for a moment, debating on weather he should teach this drunkard a lesson, but was drawn from his choice as the voice of a woman rang out through the bar.

"Jessie Miller! What have I told you about spitting at strangers!" Arthur was quick to spot the origin of the voice, a short old woman with a fire behind her eyes, "Your officially cut off!" The old man tried to argue but as he stood from his stool his legs gave out sending him crashing to the ground, asleep. Stepping over the man Arthur took a seat and tapped on the bar saying gruffly.

"Thanks for that doll, I'll have a whisky." The gruff old woman offered what he could only be a warm smile as she filled a glass and slid it his way. As she went to put the bottle away Arthur slapped a crisp ten down on the bar with a smirk saying "Leave the bottle."

Hours passed with as Arthur drank his pain away, until a certain conversation between a father and his son drew his attention.

"But pa! It's good money!" The younger boy protested.

"I said no, and that's final! No son'o mine is gonna go around chasing ghosts!" the father shouted back angrily.

"Pa! It's like I said, it's not ghosts they investigate, they investigate unexplained things that's all!"

Arthur had heard enough at that point. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey beside him Arthur tipped the bottle back downing what was left before making his way over to the pair of bickering family members. It wasn't too hard to get more information and after receiving phone number from the boy, Arthur made his leave, a nice thrum rushing through his head thanks to the whisky. The next two hours were a blur of faces and voices, swirling around a drink addled brain. Arthur found himself standing in front of a phone in a desolate room, barren of any furniture or signs of anyone having been in that room for years based on the thick layer of dust that covered everything. But the most concerning thing of all was the fact that there were no footprints in the dust leading to the table. The floor was completely undisturbed.

Releasing a breath of air Arthur had been unaware he was holding he reached for the phone saying "It's about time for me to get some answers"

[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Ether[/h3][/center][/color]
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[color=][u][b]Theme Song:[/b][/u][/color] "My Rifle, My Pony, and Me" By Dean Martin

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[Shaktzi]

I am having a pitiful amount of difficulty with freaking hiders. Talk about shameful. Finally got it though.