Slendy said
Name: Simon ( Scissors ) Age: 18Skills/powers: Sharp reflexes, incredible speed and fast recovery Biography: "I'm just your average psychopath." Personality: Mentally insaneTheme song (optional)Other: "I love your eyes" -Scissor's catch phrase before he murders or cuts his prey's eyes out.
Song Book said
22xander said
Name: Alexander FoxAlias(s): The CollectorAge: 16Skills/powers: Items of magical and mystical origin tend to call out to him, they want to be with him. He gains the ability of the object once he has it.Biography: Xander was a normal kid untill 3 years ago he nearly got mauled by a bear sised black dog with glowing red eyes. After that a seires of strange events hapeend to him, most of which were a direct consiquense of his workning with a dark shadow organisation. He currently has a game-boy and several old pokemon games with streange covers and interesting titles. He also has a chord that he can plug into that device which has several other ends which alow him to plug into any other nintendo device and also a usb for other devices.Personalitly (can be hidden until the roleplay begins): Klepotomaniac, antisocial, sociopathTheme song (optional): Pain - three days graceOther: at home he is figureing out how to downlod all the other games into his gameboy, he has modified it to have internal memory and he is spowly takeing the sperits out of thair games and into it.
FoxFireOfDawn said
Name: "Desdemona Arachne at your service, my precious." She gracefully bows and cackles uncontrollably later. (Also known as Arachnid, Des, Desmond or Spider. In the asylum, she was recognized as 'The Ill-Fated Spider' or 'The Ill-Fated One'. Some just called her 'The Disaster'.)Age: "Nineteen, but I honestly wish I was older." She sighs and goes on to explaining how she could do 'whatever she wanted to' and that there would be 'absolutely no responsibilities'.Skills/powers: "Ooh! Good, the exciting part! Well, first off, although it's not really a skill, I have CIP, so I can't feel pain at all. Cut off an arm? Too bad, I won't scream or anything. I could of been a incredibly powerful nano-techy-thingy, but that slugger who I can't remember the name of took the damn spot. Yes, I said slugger. I don't swear, that's rude. Now, at that horrid asylum, I was injected with a lot of needles that made it extremely hard for me to not 'click' every bone in my body. By click, I mean when you hear a bone crack when you haven't moved it for however long. This made me extremely flexible and thin, so see some bones and it'll be normal, don't worry your head that I look like a skeleton. This is also why I'm quite tall, 5'8'' to be exact. I hope that's considered tall, at least. Makes it hard to get through really damn small doors, at least. That's going to be all I tell you, now. Gosh, this feels like a slugging interview..."Biography: She takes a deep breath, "Sure, I'll describe it to you....When you're dead. Although speaking to a corpse is probably bad for your health...hmm." She goes to thinking about this for a while.Personality: "Well, what do you think, since I was in a asylum, darling? But really, don't go to one, terrible service, honestly. You meet some real white collar business school sluggers there, who I bet you all go golfing together with their golf clubs in their Audi's. It's slugging disgusting."Theme song: Other: She's obsessed with stitching and sowing. She carries around a small set in her pocket. She also tends to hum some old songs when she's alone.
Rin Okumura said
my favorite depiction of JeffName: Jeff the KillerAge: 17Skills/powers: faster and stronger than an ordinary human his ageBiography: Personalitly: Jeff is a sadistic killer with little regard to other people depending on who it is. If he were to encounter a normal person he would either stalk and kill them or ruthlessly attack them. He doesn't like to kill other creepypastas unless attacked first. There are a few exceptions as he and Jane fight whenever they meet each other and Zalgo is a major enemy.Theme song: Jeff's goal in lifeOther: Smile.jpg (cuz I forgot this in the last RP)
Dinh AaronMk said
: Mr. Bones: 125: Can make a hella amusement park ride. Being undead.: The man named Mr. Bones was born in Denver Colorado in the year 1889, the son of a Alice Bynes and Benjamin Bynes. His life was in a sense, fairly un-noteworthy, helping his parents tend to the local small theater they ran, often hosting small circus groups for the bemusement of poorer families. Theater ownership wasn't necessarily kind to the younger Bynes and he lives largely in poverty.If there was one gift he had though, it was in his creative prowess in making odd or amusing contraptions. Though often little more than side-show affairs or the trivial interest of toddlers he was persistent in their construction, building them as more elaborate baubles as he got older. His skills were so much he ended up designing a play-park for neighborhood kids.The young Bynes was restless as a young man. And the skill set he possessed was considerably niche, forcing him into a life of poverty and hard booze. Bynes traveled the nation, little more than a snake oil salesman of intricate, if otherwise useless devices.In 1908 though, he was discovered by a engineer who had moved to Denver to work on the futuristic Lakeside Amusement Park. Captivated by his work, he hired the young man on as an apprentice and brought him into the company designing and building the large park of future enjoyment. It was his place to shine.Even drunk on liquor he was known for the rapid pace of his construction, and the elaborate nature of his rides. The company being impressed utilized his plans, paying a substantial reward for his hard work.Over the next few years he began to live comfortably once again designing carnival rides and attractions for the budding industry of amusement parks. He bragged that millions rode his rides alone, simply out of blind adoration for the looping thrills and spills. He was proud about it, and loud. Until tragedy struck.In the summer of 1913 during the First World War one of his rides broke, violently. He was not present to witness it, but when he read it in the papers after his heart sank with sorrow and rage. But how could it break? He was sure it was safe! It had ran faithfully for years!He suspected sabotage, and went out to condemn the parties he thought responsible. They however got to his bosses first, and in short time he was fired to cover up for their own shortfalls. This move struck Bynes hard, and his world flushed back into darkness. The bottle came back. And in 1914 as the war drew to a close he drew his life to an end. Putting a bullet in his head during May of that year.His soul was however restless. And Hell hath no room for entities that the devil would find amusing. Being cast not into even Purgatory, or allowed in Heaven, Bynes was forced to wander the living world alone. Consumed by his own misery and consuming revenge.Well by this point, Bynes exit and a legend begins.The mystics and superstitious around carnivals and amusement parks tell of a tall top-hated specter that haunts near the rides that soon come doomed to failure. He comes as a gangly old man, skin white as paper and pulled gaunt over his ethereal bones as he lurks the parks by night, or in the shadows by day. He comes like a specter from the Wild Hunt. An omen of certain demise.But in an age of cynicism his presence is rarely headed. Or even noticed at all. Though some still speak. Some might even worship the one they call the enigmatic Mr. Bones. He who shall build a wild ride.: Proud, arrogant, vengeful, boastful, black humor: :
