How did you die?

[Dolerman]

You are all scum, all of you, that's why you are DEAD...... Some of you were criminals, some of you were misunderstood tortured souls, some of you were truly insane, but it doesn't matter youre all in the ground now. Some of you have been cremated into ashes, buried at sea...looking at these files a few of you are in dumpster trucks and forests.....never mind. My name is Cain Mitchell and I recently became god. Well not really but I learned how to bring souls back to a conscious state how? well the magic of science and a bit of good old fashioned voodoo of course! how the fuck else? Now I'm gonna send you all to a house, and we will play a series of games, yes yes you will get PLENTY of opportunities to fight and kill and whatever else amuses you, but because you are already dead and this House is on the semi mortal plane I might even bring you back in the game depending on the circumstances....
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The winner? well you need an incentive to play? fuuccckk I don't know, how about another chance at life? yeah I'll do that for one of you, bring you back to the world that you terrorized or terrorized you depending on how you view these things. So sign up at that lobby ad I'll explain how this all works...._
**-Cain L Mitchell**

**Name** (If you have a cool nickname throw that In, we love that shit)

**Age** (no not your proper chronological age the age you were when killed or died dummy)

**Year of death**: (Nobody from before 1900 or after 2020 I'm sick of cowboys and space marines)

**Method of Death**: (How did you die? grisly details if you want, but if you don't want to get upsetting memories then just give me short version)

**Crimes**: (don't worry I'm not the cops just tell me all the bad shit you did, its why you are here of course)

**Appearance**:(image or just give me a pretty ass flowery description)

**Weapon**: You only get one and I'll assign it to you AFTER you complete the rest of the form

**Backstory**: (the more interesting the better, this is what really is gonna get you in to the game so at LEAST one paragraph)

**Height and Weight**: (boring but its procedure)

I await your submissions....(Casual-Advanced)

**The Premise**
_What? why do you ask so many damn questions? this is your 2nd chance at life, don't look a fuckin horse in the mouth.
Ha Ha fine, I'll make this quick, I have a hangover and my asshole is itching something fierce....... _

_What do you think? nice place right? well you and your sick peers to stay in, you will be given a series of tasks that will range from social experiments, to puzzles and riddles, to straight up violent acts and psycho games._
BTW it might be obvious but this house isnt on a mortal plane, you might see it twist, warp, and increase in size, in fact bet that it will.

[Sugar and Spite]

Hmm... I may be interested. I'll see how many others throw their hats into the ring before officially joining.

[Dolerman]

@HaleyTheRandom Thats cool, maybe think of a possible character while we wait.

[Sugar and Spite]

@Dynamo Frokane

Sure thing. I already have something in mind.

[TalijaKey]

I am interested.

Just todecied on what type of character to play. *sits and thinks*

[Sugar and Spite]

Have to go for the day. I will finish this tomorrow.

HUGE WIP

Sable Aurora-Marie Hollingsworth

A picture's worth a thousand words

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Age: Sable is the young age of 20.

Year of death: 1920.

Method of Death: Murdered.

Crimes: This sweet face could never do any harm. Unless you count being insane...

Appearance: Sable has short, light brown hair and bright blue eyes. She also has ivory skin with a splash of freckles across the middle of her face.

Weapon:

Backstory: Sable was born seeing certain things, what can only be called hallucinations. The girl also has bipolar disorder. But, you see, back in her day, they had no idea what bipolar really was. So, her parents fearing for her, they sent her to an asylum. Bibidi-bopidi-boo, she received electroshock therapy at least three times a weak. What the doctors did not know is that it didn't really help her "problems" but instead just make her drift away from the real world. Then came the day when she angered the doctor, scratching his face in a violent outrage and destroying some of his work. The doctor then came to the conclusion that there was no hope for Sable and her next treatment was of a very high dosage. One that she did not recover from, but instead became a lifeless body. It was put into the books as an accident, but Sable remebers that day unlike any other memory.

Height and Weight: 5 foot, 5 inches. 125 pounds.

[Esterdi]

Sounds good. Here's a sheet.

Hider

Name: Charles "Puffer" November
Age: 31
Year of Death: 1986
Method of Death: Plain old complications from lung cancer.
Crimes: Three murders of innocents as a hired assassin.
Appearance:
Weapon: I'm best with the sniper rifle, but that's probably not the most practical weapon in close quarters, so I'd be fine with a knife.
Backstory: I was a sniper in Vietnam, and when the war ended, I didn't exactly have the accolades and experience to get any fancy jobs, and became a bartender. One thing led to another and I started smoking heavily, to socialize and blend in with the crowd there. And, as it so happened, this unfortunate life decision led to me developing lung cancer. The moment I saw the diagnosis, I decided that I really, really like the idea of not dying, and went searching for a treatment. As it happens, there was a procedure that could've saved my life, but I was never going to afford it with my bartender wage. So what's a former sniper to do... well, become an interlope, a hitman, a paid assassin, of course! I didn't really feel good about what I was doing... my missions usually involved taking out CEO's and bankers, nobody actually evil, but every time, I kept reminding myself that it was worth it, that I was a survivor, and this happened to be my only chance at survival. Unfortunately, in a...probably deserved... twist of fate, my third contractor somehow managed to find a loophole that allowed him to not pay me. I could... almost pay for the procedure; but almost is not good enough. And so, I was left for dead in a shitty, badly-equipped public hospital.
Height and Weight: 1,85 m, 82 kg

Please tell me if he's not deranged/evil enough for the setting.

[Dolerman]

Sounds good. Here's a sheet.

Hider

Name: Charles "Puffer" November
Age: 31
Year of Death: 2001
Method of Death: Plain old complications from lung cancer.
Crimes: Three murders of innocents as a hired assassin.
Appearance:
Weapon: I'm best with the sniper rifle, but that's probably not the most practical weapon in close quarters, so I'd be fine with a knife.
Backstory: I was a sniper in Vietnam, and when the war ended, I didn't exactly have the accolades and experience to get any fancy jobs, and became a bartender. One thing led to another and I started smoking heavily, to socialize and blend in with the crowd there. And, as it so happened, this unfortunate life decision led to me developing lung cancer. The moment I saw the diagnosis, I decided that I really, really like the idea of not dying, and went searching for a treatment. As it happens, there was a procedure that could've saved my life, but I was never going to afford it with my bartender wage. So what's a former sniper to do... well, become an interlope, a hitman, a paid assassin, of course! I didn't really feel good about what I was doing... my missions usually involved taking out CEO's and bankers, nobody actually evil, but every time, I kept reminding myself that it was worth it, that I was a survivor, and this happened to be my only chance at survival. Unfortunately, in a...probably deserved... twist of fate, my third contractor somehow managed to find a loophole that allowed him to not pay me. I could... almost pay for the procedure; but almost is not good enough. And so, I was left for dead in a shitty, badly-equipped public hospital.
Height and Weight: 1,85 m, 82 kg

Please tell me if he's not deranged/evil enough for the setting.

@Esterdi

I really love the way you've done his background in first person, speaking from the grave!

This is a great character you could make him more derranged if you want but I quite like the idea of having a more 'normal' bad person in the bunch.

Just one small thing though, if died at age 31 in 2001 then he would have been born in 1970 and the vietnam war ended in 1975 so he would have been too young to have served. maybe change his death year?

Will be making the OOC soon after a bit more interest.

[Esterdi]

Just one small thing though, if died at age 31 in 2001 then he would have been born in 1970 and the vietnam war ended in 1975 so he would have been too young to have served. maybe change his death year?

@Dynamo Frokane

I have no idea why I thought for a second it ended in 1985. I'm dumb, sry. Changed.

[TheIrishJJ]

Here is my sheet:

**Name** Séamus Ó Fearghaile (Seamus Farrelly)

**Age** 30

**Year of death**: 2005

**Method of Death**: In 1997, at the age of 22, Séamus was arrested for terror offences, notably being a member of the Irish Republican Army. In 2005 he attempted to escape from HM Prison Maghaberry in 2005, and was shot in the chest, and collapsed dead.

**Crimes**: Membership of a terrorist organisation, terrorism, murder, attempting to escape prison.

**Appearance**:
Séamus is six feet tall, and is muscular. He has ginger hair, and also has facial hair, with some body hair. He has pale skin.

**Weapon**:

**Backstory**: Séamus was born in Belfast in a Catholic neighbourhood. During the Troubles he was a proud supporter of Irish nationalism, and joining the Republic of Ireland. When he was 16, he decided to join the IRA. Over the course of the next six years, he was an active member. In 1997, Séamus killed a police officer, and attempted to set off a bomb in a Protestant neighbourhood of Belfast, but was caught, and charged with terror offences, and murder, and sent to HMP Maghaberry. In 2005, Séamus attempted an escape, but was shot dead by guards.

**Height and Weight**: 6'0", 235lbs

[GodOfWar]

I am definently interested. Here's a CS I whipped up.

Meh shot at a CS

"Eh? Where the hell am I? Your a God? For f*** sake man I'm an atheist."

**Name** Johnathan McGee, but you can call my Merry John.

**Age** Respect your elders, damn it! I'm 64!

**Year of death** who the hell asked if you liked Cowboys? I think I died around Kingston avenue, 1930.

**Method of Death**: I have the right to keep that disclosed information away from you, bum! But I'll tell you anyways. Right around where I lived, a nice cardboard box in an alley, all these jacked up youngsters tried to mug me. They had guns and all that sh*t, but I gave them a run for their money, yes sir-ee. Sacked one with my cane, oh, now that was fun. But, they just had to pull the trigger on me, I guess. Still got the bullet hole... *Dry laughter*

**Crimes**: Hmm, I think I got into some thievery and drugs back in my day. I would always go on pantie raids with my friends and get high at about age 13. But that just landed me as a worthless hobo, now didn't it? After that I had to constantly steal to survive. Moral of the story is-

**Appearance**:

Hey! Don't cut me off when I'm telling a tale! I'd better wack YOU for that. What the- get that damn camera out of my face!!

**Weapon**: Lord have mercy, I have to complete this whole form?! Voting's easier than this!
*Sigh* I guess I'll take my walking cane. It's good for smacking, and has a hidden what-you-ma-call-it inside... A gun! Yeah, that's what it is. It's got a long barreled rifle at the end. Though I never did get bullets for it. Hey, you can get me some bullets, right?

**Backstory**: Now I got to write an essay. I'm legally illiterate, you know!!!

Well, back in my day the country was going good. I was proud to be born in the state of New York, USA. But while the U.S. and subsequently, my family's lives were experiencing clear skies ahead, mine sure wasn't! I had started to get into damned drugs and stuff like that in middle school, and you know what, I think I shot a gun once or twice by the time I was 12. But I kept this all from my parents. Boy, was I stupid. I would come home for dinner and you know what my pop would ask?

"Boy, are you doing good in school?"

"Yeah, real good." I was failing.

"Great, and your friends?"

"Just as good." I had none.

"Well splendid. I'm proud of you, John."

He really shouldn't have been proud. Once I was finally old enough to live on my own, I had no independent support. I lived on the streets for the longest time, unable to find a job because I was technically a convicted felon. My life had fallen down the damn drain, and I lived in a shoe box before it was cool, too. Oh? What was the trend of living in a sh*ty hole called? I think they named it 'The Great Depression'. And before long, I'm here. So if I were to get one more shot at life, I would go and tell my pa...

I'm sorry...

**Height and Weight**: 5' 6", 279 lbs.

**A Note From The Editor**: No offense is intended due to the fictional quote at the top of this character sheet. Religion is an individual ideal, with most religion sets being suitable for all. Again, this fictional quote is not to offend genuine atheists, or any other religious personnel.

[Dolerman]

Here is my sheet:

**Name** Séamus Ó Fearghaile (Seamus Farrelly)

**Age** 30

**Year of death**: 2005

**Method of Death**: In 1997, at the age of 22, Séamus was arrested for terror offences, notably being a member of the Irish Republican Army. In 2005 he attempted to escape from HM Prison Maghaberry in 2005, and was shot in the chest, and collapsed dead.

**Crimes**: Membership of a terrorist organisation, terrorism, murder, attempting to escape prison.

**Appearance**:
Séamus is six feet tall, and is muscular. He has ginger hair, and also has facial hair, with some body hair. He has pale skin.

**Weapon**:

**Backstory**: Séamus was born in Belfast in a Catholic neighbourhood. During the Troubles he was a proud supporter of Irish nationalism, and joining the Republic of Ireland. When he was 16, he decided to join the IRA. Over the course of the next six years, he was an active member. In 1997, Séamus killed a police officer, and attempted to set off a bomb in a Protestant neighbourhood of Belfast, but was caught, and charged with terror offences, and murder, and sent to HMP Maghaberry. In 2005, Séamus attempted an escape, but was shot dead by guards.

**Height and Weight**: 6'0", 235lbs

@TheIrishJJ

nice character but you'll need a larger bio there, more detail about his personality and motives.

[Dolerman]

@GodOfWar love this guy, OOC will be up tommorow

[GodOfWar]

@GodOfWar love this guy, OOC will be up tommorow

@Dynamo Frokane

Taking that as a CS acceptance?

[Kryosky]

Is it too late to throw my name in this RP?

[Airalin]

Interested!

[TheIrishJJ]

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nice character but you'll need a larger bio there, more detail about his personality and motives.

@Dynamo Frokane

Sure, I'll get that done today.

[Dolerman]

@Kryosky Nope still got loads more room submit a CS in the OOC when I make it

@GodOfWar indeed but I'll confirm it officially in the OOC

@Airalin OOC will be up soon

@Esterdi its cool put the updated version in the OOC

[Sugar and Spite]

Have to go for the day. I will finish this tomorrow.

HUGE WIP

Sable Aurora-Marie Hollingsworth

"All the voices in my head... will be quite, once I'm dead..."

A picture's worth a thousand words

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Age: Sable is the young age of 20.

Year of death: 1920.

Method of Death: Murdered.

Crimes: This sweet face could never do any harm. Unless you count being insane...

Appearance: Sable has short, light brown hair and bright blue eyes. She also has ivory skin with a splash of freckles across the middle of her face.

Weapon:

Backstory: Sable was born seeing certain things, what can only be called hallucinations. The girl also has bipolar disorder. But, you see, back in her day, they had no idea what bipolar really was. So, her parents fearing for her, they sent her to an asylum. Bibidi-bopidi-boo, she received electroshock therapy at least three times a weak. What the doctors did not know is that it didn't really help her "problems" but instead just make her drift away from the real world. Then came the day when she angered the doctor, scratching his face in a violent outrage and destroying some of his work. The doctor then came to the conclusion that there was no hope for Sable and her next treatment was of a very high dosage. One that she did not recover from, but instead became a lifeless body. It was put into the books as an accident, but Sable remebers that day unlike any other memory.

Height and Weight: 5 foot, 5 inches. 125 pounds.

@HaleyTheRandom

@Dynamo Frokane Finally finished xD

[TheIrishJJ]

I'm gonna have to pull out, sorry.