[CHAR] Hunting Grounds: A Survival Horror Experience

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_______________________________________________ [+] B A S I C S Sex / Gender - Female Date of Birth - 08/17/1993 Ethnic Background - Caucasian Residence - Chicago, Illinois Occupation - Tour Guide, Field Museum Education - Anthropology Degree, UIC - [+] P E R S O N A L I T Y Would-be Adventurous Despite not being all that well traveled, Roz has studied about different cultures and, through her work, visits them on a daily basis. In her heart, she's well suited for a life of adventure but in practice the most adventurous thing she does is order exotic food at restaurants - that time she ordered sannakji at a Korean place is still a highlight. In truth, she lives in her own sort of bubble, a safety net that allows her to feel as if she's cultured just because she's studied them. The idea of going to these places one day is enough to satisfy even if she knows it's more of a coping method than realizing her childhood dream was more like the delusions of a little girl with no clue. She's happy to try new things...just that those new things happen to be more culinary related than anything else. Charismatic A benefit in her field, even before Roz spoke to people about bones and cultures on the regular, Roz had a way of controlling a conversation. She's quick with wit but quicker to be enthralling when telling a story. It comes from being a bit of a theater kid in school - or so she says having never actually done any acting of note. A smooth talker, the best asset is that she doesn't speak like a con artist, she may be charismatic but she doesn't blatantly lie. Her stories might be embellished but they're just believable enough, and out of all of her fellow guides, she has the most amount of appreciation letters from field trip groups who assumed because they were going to a museum that it would be boring. Perhaps she missed her calling as a motivational speaker. Trusting, but Spiteful Roz likes to believe that people are, for the most part, good, and to that end she is willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. When someone calls in sick, she trusts that they're sick and not just playing hookey. She's quick to trust and while that might make her a bit on the naive side, she at least has the good sense not to blindly trust people who, for example, try to rope her into timeshares or pyramid schemes or something to that effect. This has bitten her in the ass, though, when she accused a then-girlfriend of suspicious activity and was told nothing was going on. Roz believed her only to come home to find her girlfriend with someone else. Roz has never and likely will never forgiven her; anyone who breaks the trust is persona non grata as far as Roz is concerned.

Physical Description There almost seem to be two sides to Roz based solely on if she's on or off the clock; obviously when she's working she can't parade around looking like she just got done trawling through back alley biker bars which is why she comes off as fairly clean cut despite her off-the-clock hobbies and lifestyle. Working Roz often sports a blazer and a skirt - or sometimes pants - and a smile that blends the line between genuine and manufactured to come off as 'safe'. Her eyes, a muddy brown, seem to brighten and come alive when she's giving tours or, really, whenever she talks about something that really takes her interest. Roz has been told she's tall for a woman, standing at just shy of a flat six foot, but hearing that just makes her shrug and wish she could've cracked that six foot ceiling. She doesn't have any tattoos to speak of but there is a horizontal scar on the top of her right arm that probably needed stitches as it never quite healed fully and there's a slight pinkish discoloration forever on her; fortunately it doesn't hurt both in the physical sense and in selling the whole 'cool girl' vibe that she has off the clock. When she's away from the job, Roz tends to dress a bit like a cliche but it works for her. Leather jacket, denim jeans that may or may not be snugly fitting, hands in pockets, black hair more windswept and uncaring rather than immaculately maintained, and really putting in work to look like someone that walked out of an indie album cover. It's difficult to say which is the real Roz as she feels comfortable in either attire, and perhaps that's the most important part. Character Conceptualization Rosalyn Ballard was fortunate enough to find her first love at a very young age and that, like anyone, was Henry Walton Jones Jr. otherwise known as Indiana Jones. Her father took her to see a screening of Raiders of the Lost Ark when she was ten and that was when she said she wanted to be an archeologist which lasted up until she was told that real archeology didn't typically involve punching Nazis and faces melting. It was disappointing, to be sure, and for a time she thought about getting into acting, but after getting cast in a junior high production of Treasure Island as Billy Bones of all characters and realizing she died ten minutes in, her acting dreams died there. Still, her fascination with Indiana Jones is what led her to anthropology and rather than become a teacher, she opted the tour guide route which is sort of like a teacher except she doesn't have to deal with kids for eight hours a day. Roz has been a midwest kind of girl her entire life, growing up in a boring suburb until the great divorce of her parents when she was thirteen. She went with her dad which involved moving in with her grandmother until her dad got back on his feet. Unfortunately he never did, thanks to being the victim of a DUI accident. What was supposed to be a temporary situation with her grandmother turned into Roz living with her mother in downtown Chicago. Her mother, a banker, tried to be Roz's friend first and foremost and Roz really just thought that was kind of lame; Roz didn't need a friend for a legal guardian. They got along well enough but it was clear that Roz was a bit of a daddy's girl and considering that they bonded over Indiana Jones and Dead Milkmen records, it was hard to blame her. Not a standout student in high school with no real extracurriculars to speak of, she still got into UIC and got her degree in anthropology. She had planned on going on a backpacking trip to celebrate but it wasn't meant to be. The money she had saved up for it since working part time in high school through to college (all from the same place, a local chicken shack that also came with the benefit of her working numerous Tastes of Chicago in her time) was used instead to help support her mother's legal fees after she did a hit and run. Fortunately for Roz, she had enough to put a down payment on an apartment and within the next two weeks not only had she moved out and left her mother to fend for herself, she had found employment at the Field Museum - where she continues to the day. While Roz certainly enjoys her life, the fact that so many of her dreams have been compromised or cancelled is an unfortunate reality and has colored her outlook even if she'll never admit it. Roz doesn't feel the need to aim any higher in terms of career or stability because she believes that if she does that it'll amount to nothing. Sure, she would've liked to be an archeologist but it wasn't like the movies. Sure, maybe she would've liked to be in the movies but if she couldn't land the lead role then what was the point. Yeah, she would've liked to do an anthropology backpack trip but why should she get to get what she wants when her mother needed her help for a little bit. Why bother having long relationships when her first serious girlfriend cheated on her. It's not cynicism, it's bitter realism that nothing she wants really works out so she takes the pleasures in other ways, such as her work and going to punk shows in crappy bars on the weekend. It's not the life she envisioned, but maybe one day she'll treat herself to a vacation. Other Information Roz was a smoker in her college days because she thought it was 'cool' and she has since quit. She thinks people are too harsh on Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

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Howard Park

Howard Park

_______________________________________________ [+] B A S I C S Sex / Gender - Male Date of Birth - 04/12/1995 Ethnic Background - Korean-American Residence - Los Angeles, California Occupation - Freelance Artist Education - UCLA Graduate - BA Fine Arts - [+] P E R S O N A L I T Y INTROVERTED Ever since he was young, Howard preferred having more alone time than spending too much time with other people. While he can hold conversations with other people and has enough experience in conversing with others, Howard gets tired of people quickly. As he grew older, he had managed to get through each day with common interactions sprinkled in but there are times where he would just fall silent and feel the burning need to go back to his room. AMBITIOUS There's no doubt that Howard has goals and would do almost anything to attain said goals. This has caused quite a lot of conflict in his past. He would sacrifice his own health for the sake of attaining them. Once he's set his eyes on something, Howard won't stop until he can get it. There are no cutting corners for him, however, and he pushes himself to work harder for it. EFFICIENT Howard is a smart lad, his grades speak for himself, and he usually has plans for most of the things he does. Whether this is because he wants to avoid speaking with people or because he needs it to get a good grade, he often thinks hard about his next move. He's no stranger to spontaneity and he changes his plans accordingly to the wrench that has been thrown into them. He makes the most out of his days and he plans it down to the hour.

Physical Description Often found with an unruly appearance unless he makes an effort, Howard doesn't make much of an effort in his outward appearance if he isn't meeting up with other people. His wardrobe consists of button up shirts or sweaters with jeans to match up with it. He stands at the smaller side with a height of 5'5 and doesn't like calling out attention to it and it's likely one of his bigger insecurities. He doesn't hold himself with any sort of confidence; with a terrible posture in both stsanding and sitting, he's often slouched and seems even smaller than he already is. Despite this, Howard does have a rather fit body - regularly keeping up with his own regiment in the gym. Most of his muscles are in his legs, having been part of the track team for a good part of his school life. Howard has a couple of old scars littering his legs and arms, mostly from falls and tumbles that he had taken during his track years. One noticeable scar, however, is a long gash on his left leg that he had gotten due to a freak accident that robbed him of his chance to see anything more than the local competitions. Character Conceptualization Born a second son and a first generation immigrant, Howard had to learn everything fast alongside with his older brother and younger sister. At a young age, they handled important documents and conversations - translating for their parents and for the other party. Howard had little plans outside of helping around the house to make sure everything was under control. The moment his older brother could work, he became scarce in their house and taking long hours to help support their family. He and his sister worked together to help around the house, though a lot of those expectations fell upon his little sister. This left him with a bit more time than he had expected. Howard had taken great interest in track during middle school and joined the team. His school wasn't anything big or had a particularly good team but Howard found himself enjoying it a lot. For the first time, he had found something he was passionate about. His parents found no need to be worried over it as long as his grades were good. He had made a couple of friends in the team but he didn't have the time to hang out with them enough. He wasn't sure if that was just an excuse or if it was the truth, once he looked back on it. After all, sometimes, his parents were lenient enough to let the siblings go out together - so surely, they could make an exception with at least one hangout. But Howard refrained from doing so, only keeping his interactions with friends at the school or at training. In highschool, he continued track and had even gotten into a couple of competitions. He had won some, lost others. He still has the medals to prove it, though those were overshadowed by his siblings' academic achievements. Nevertheless, Howard knew what he wanted to do - if he managed to garner enough fame, get the highest records, he could eventually get to run at a more national scale. When he wasn't studying or helping in the house, he was running. And finally, Howard got what he wanted. He was going to compete in a national competition for students. Two days before the competition, Howard took a rather hard fall, leaving his leg scarred and broken and him in the hospital. For a few months, Howard couldn't run. His leg was too bothersome and he couldn't even travel too far. He found more time to himself, once again, and he picked up another hobby to busy himself - drawing. He wasn't particularly skilled at it but he put his everything into it. Perhaps it was out of pity or it was because his brother saw budding talent, he had gifted Howard a drawing tablet. He had quickly improved and by the time he could run again, Howard found himself enjoying art a lot more. He didn't come back to the team but took the occasional run as a regular hobby. He began to take commissions and earn money for himself and his family. When he had expressed his plans to take an art course, his parents immediately shot it down. After all, there was no future in it. Howard, however, was adamant to take it and tensions ran high in his own household. Against his parents' wishes, he took the exam in UCLA and managed to get in with a scholarship. Howard took his savings and moved out of his own house and moved to a relatively cheap and shabby apartment, but he didn't mind. He took on commissions as well as a part-time job to help him through his years in school. After graduation, he never got into contact with his family and he continued as a freelance artist as well as a few small-time jobs here and there. Other Information Howard can usually be seen wearing his drawing glove and he typically carries his tablet around no matter where he goes, believing that there's always a chance to gain inspiration no matter the place. While Howard keeps his social circle relatively small, he does have a social media presence in art circles.

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Myeisha K. Cole-Johnson

_______________________________________________ [+] B A S I C S Sex / Gender - Female Date of Birth - 12/09/1999 Ethnic Background - African-American. Residence - Atlanta, Georgia. Occupation - Cashier at Publix. Education - Completed High School. - [+] P E R S O N A L I T Y Aggressive/Forceful Life for Myeisha was not great... and it shows in the girl's disposition. The girl always has her guard up and rarely, if ever relaxes around other people. The girl has worked hard to get where she is today and definitely does not want anyone coming to take what's her's... the girl has learned everything that she needs to know how to deter people. Even people who are physically stronger or have far, far, more connections than her. When people step on her toes, they better kiss those toes goodbye because she's the type of person to react to aggression with even more aggression. This aggressive, forceful, attitude even bleeds into casual interactions as Myeisha sometimes doesn't know the right way to respond to things or sometimes comes off as hostile when she doesn't intend to. Distate of Men Myeisha has had a life of getting screwed over (or by) by the male gender. It was a year after year of bad experiences that has burned itself into Myeisha's core being. While she's willing to make exceptions for men that prove themselves to her, in her eyes, men have to work harder to earn her respect. However, one bad experience and she cuts them off... if she doesn't dismiss them in the first place. In terms of females, Myeisha doesn't put them on a pedestal but she finds herself gravitating towards them if she has a choice. Responsible One trait that she got from the Army and will never get rid of is her reliable and hard-working nature. The girl takes great pride in her appearance and acting nobly... even if she has her moments of losing her temper or getting a bit too emotional for her own good. Myeisha always tries to do the right thing, even if people call her a brown noser.

Physical Description Myeisha fits the African-American "stud" stereotype down to a T. Take one look at her and you'd probably have to take a second one to determine her gender. The girl usually dresses masculine and would never go anywhere near something like a dress or a skirt, she dresses as an African-American male would. Usually wears jordans, ripped up jeans (usually sagging), a baseball hat, and a T-shirt of any type - and the girl dresses in a way that'd definitely draw attention to herself. Dresses like she's a millionaire rapper and the top of the world, to attract any female. The girl carries herself rather aggressively and has a large presence for somebody who's 5'2ft and probably a hundred pounds wet. She identifies one hundred percent as a female and thinks that it's stupid that she's expected to act a certain way because of her genitals. Now, Myeisha is African-American to her very core. Some people wonder if she's mixed because she's "light-skinned" but she asserts that she's African-American. She has some tattoos, specifically the sleeve tattoo of roses and thorns on her right arm - which stop just before her hand so she can hide them in a long-sleeved T-Shirt. On her other arm is a smaller half-sleeve on her forearm of stars and various trails and on the right side of her neck she has an A tattooed. Myeisha's skin is kiiiiinda fucked up, just a little bit, from a lifetime of roughhousing, she has a bunch of scars. Nothing like badass battle scars but scars from cuts and shit that didn't heal right. Not that you would even be able to notice it unless you're either examining her or a bit too close for comfort (and begging for an ass whopping). Myeisha goes to the gym pretty regularly and works out a lot. She's not a bodybuilder, but she's definitely in pretty good shape. She doesn't work out for practical purposes but purely aesthetic appearance. The girl has some pretty well-toned and defined arms and legs but she's been working on some abs. Character Conceptualization Now, Myeisha was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia... a hotspot for African-Americans that you'd have to be living under a rock to not know about. Myeisha never knew her father because when he heard that her mother was pregnant he wanted nothing to do with her. She had to chase the bastard down just to get some child support but other than that, he didn't want anything to do with children and treated the girl with scorn. Not a great thing for a young developing girl. Life was not great for Myeisha growing up because her mother was not always the most mentally or emotionally stable - the kind of person that would make spur-of-the-moment decisions. Which meant either spending money that they didn't have, screaming at her over nothing, or letting in shitbags that took advantage of her. The latter was the start of Myeisha's disdain for men because she took the brunt of many of those shitbags. They were abusive towards her, or they... well, Myeisha ended up running to her aunt's house crying a lot. Myeisha's aunt was the only saving grace that tried to take care of her but she had a full family (of around four kids!) to take care of herself. It was tough, but her aunt did everything to make sure Myeisha was straight even when it really screwed her over. Myeisha had some solace at school where she fit in not with the popular crowd but... her interests had her gravitating towards the other fuck up girls with daddy issues. Peer pressure was a bitch as they pretty much goaded her to do dumb shit like beat up kids and graffiti and vandalize. Detention ended up being an afterschool activity, summer school was for chumps, and expulsion was not even a concern. However, one day they went a little bit too far and ended up beating another girl so badly that she had to go to the hospital... and naturally, the police got involved and she was charged. Then she was sent to a magical place known as the Juvenile Correction's center... where she spent a couple of months. She thought that she was gonna be the top dog going in, and was beat down pretty hard - learning that the best way to handle Juvie was keeping her head down and shutting up. After she got out her mother was hysterical and did not want anything to do with the girl, stating that she would kick her out the second that she turned eighteen. All she had to do was keep the bastard under her roof and often wouldn't feed her and Myeisha had no choice but to go to her aunt's house for food and shelter. More or less living there as she thought of her aunt as her real mom... and then everything was taking its toll on her. Nobody wanted to talk to her at school, seeing her as some kind of monster for what she did and she wanted to break out of this cycle. She wanted to get the hell out of this city, out of this place... and that's when she decided to enlist in the Army. Myeisha walked into the recruiter's office when she turned eighteen, took the split option, and was gone to BCT in Fort Jackson before they carted her off to Fort Lee. She was finally free of her insane mother and left behind that awful city... but it didn't work out for long because she began to experience hip pain and then she got an X-Ray and found out that she has stress fractures! That was an immediate medical discharge from Fort Jackson and then she was sent back to Atlanta. Her aunt was kind enough to let her live with her and she got a job at a local supermarket as a cashier but... her aunt was kindly (I.E. Passive aggressively) trying to nudge her out of the house as all of her other children were leaving. Life kinda sucked for Myeisha and she desperately looked for greener pastures but she had no skills or experience and sure as hell wasn't going to pass college. Other Information Myeisha is an open lesbian. Myeisha has stress fractures in her hips that make running just a bit difficult.

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_______________________________________________ [+] B A S I C S Sex / Gender - Male Date of Birth - 06/06/1986 Ethnic Background - White Residence - Annapolis, Maryland Occupation - Current: Tattoo Artist | Previous: Fortune 500 Education - St. Johns College - Business Marketing B.A. - [+] P E R S O N A L I T Y Crowd Pleaser If there was one thing Sylas is good at it’s being the life of the party or just helping people have a good time. His natural charisma makes him sociable in even the most diverse communities and understanding in the ones he’s used to. He’s all about change and variety which is the spice of life. Despite being jovial, fun, and optimistic it can be misconstrued as ego, pride, and arrogance to many. Either way it will never be a dull moment when Sylas is around. The Machinist Guided by a passion to learn, his machinations are what drive him to return to the form of a student rather than a teacher. His mind and body can never sit idle so he seeks provocations that he can converse over and provide inquiries whilst working together rather than disrespecting the opinions of others and trying to shoehorn his ideas in. His obsession with learning has driven him to pursue the occult which in most cases is a turn off for others since it deals with the supernatural. Groundhog's Day Despite throwing himself into and being enthralled by the world around him that he had not recognized or lived in so long he’s learned like most people that even he needs his time away from the sun. Sylas will make time to retreat from all his social obligations and instead spend time alone at home or a cabin in the woods to mentally and physically recharge.

Physical Description Where should we start, well, Sylas had dedicated his body to the cliché of being a blank canvas. All together he has 23 tattoos lining his body, from the more obvious one like the large portrait of a woman caressing a clown on his chest to subtle tattoos of significant dates and landmarks tucked behind the crevices of his sides and arms. The not so young man stands roughly around 5’9 with a figure touting the line between dad bod coveted by the ladies and shredded which conveniently is also craved by the ladies…His style can be best described as chaotic or formless if that could be considered fashion. By this explanation his ensembles usually consist of ratty/dirty sneakers or boots paired with rather long white socks. With any combination of inseam shorts/leggings/jeans and usually shirtless with the occasional shirt or sweater pending the weather. Beyond that he keeps his hair in a buzzcut or worse a short bowl cut. Character Conceptualization Sylas grew up in your standard American nuclear family with one exception, the American Dream was no longer just that for his parents but an active reality. What exactly did this mean? Well his family not only came from money but amassed even more on their own. There was no dream when everything you could ever want was at the behest of your parents. At first this was a non-issue growing up considering Christmas and birthday parties were always tantamount to soirees of elite standings. While being sedated with his parent’s idea of materialistic love rather than emotional love he obeyed their wishes. He attended private tutors, completed his confirmation and communion to engrain his faith, and even attended country clubs with his dad’s friends. Eventually that nuclear family expanded to two more kids which left him as the oldest and the role model for his siblings. Eventually when he was old enough to attend high school the glitz and the glam of his privilege began to lose its once illustrious sheen and the sharp edge of the world outside his bubble became more alluring. Despite attending a catholic private school, he yearned to attend public school in the next town over, most times finding himself there when he skipped out on lunch. There he picked up his ugly habit of smoking cigarettes, whether it was to rub dirt on the clean exterior his family worked so hard to build up or the nicotine addiction, it helped paved the road to one of many changes in his life. Once again, he followed the life path set out for him by his parents and attended one of Annapolis’ most prestigious colleges granted it didn’t take much but a small donation of an entire building by his parents. And while he did manage to secure good grades in his classes he succumbed to the hazing of Greek life and the intoxicating ichor that he’d imbibe thereon. That’s when the itch started to develop. The itch was always there it just became harder to relieve with just a scratch. The button up shirt and noose of a tie didn’t serve to help but only irritate it more. The tie supplied by the fortune 500 company he was hired into out of college. Whether it was by accolades alone or nepotism no one really knows. Regardless, he was there 5 days a week for ten hour day. There was no fun cooler talk or skits you see on the office. Instead it was mind numbing and the dissociation that began to unravel the more he talked to his drone of coworkers only furthered his disdain for his career. He was trapped, caged by his father since birth to live a life he wrote for him instead of himself. Pretty soon he’d have to get married to a woman approved by his parents, have children, indoctrinate and repeat the cycle he lived onto them and spend his old age at country clubs with men who weren’t really your friends but sycophants. That was enough for the itch to become too strong. He rejected his job, his tie to his family, and everything else he had worked for in his life. Now with no communication with his family for the last several years and a blossoming tattoo career that once started in a backyard shed, now into a studio building, Sylas has begun to live his life on his terms. Untethered and unbothered by money, Sylas seeks the pursuit of his own happiness, becoming the author of his own script. Other Information He owns a Burmilla cat named Aleister Crowley and drives a 1956 Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing a parting gift (unknowingly) taken from his father