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Welcome To Rawyn - A Supernatural Mystery

Just gonna go ahead and drop a bump here....

Ocean Rescue

Just realised I accidentally called Elizabeth Isabelle in my post for some reason *headdesk*

Welcome To Rawyn - A Supernatural Mystery (Still looking for players!)

Posterity bump - we're still looking for players if anyone's interested

Ocean Rescue

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Interacting With/Mentioning:@SashaKitty@Legion02@Belle@jetipster

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“What's Miranda Priestley doing here, Sam?” It took Sam longer than he’d have liked to admit to realise that that was not the actual name of the, vaguely menacing, woman who’d just walked through the door with her entourage. Not that he’d tell Josh that. Sam was cool and understood references. Totally.

“Fuck if I know,” he murmured back, turning around to face the new arrivals, leaning his weight against the counter slightly. Whoever this woman was, the fact that she’d brought bodyguards with her made her about a million times more intimidating in Sam’s book. He watched as the other member of their party grabbed an apple and chowed down, before being reprimanded by the woman, revealing his name to be…

Well, that just wasn’t going to fly around here.

“Her croney’s got the same name as me though,” he uttered to Josh, “This can’t stand.”

Moments later, the vague atmosphere of tension that had fallen upon the cafeteria was ramped up to a million by the entry of Charlotte. Not just any Charlotte though, oh no, this was Charlotte with a look - the one that Sam had come to learn meant she meant business and wasn’t going to back down for anything.

The one that meant she saw this woman as a threat.

Sam listened to their exchange. Apparently Mirriam Camwell was ill, and this was her daughter. And that was a bit shit. He’d always liked Miriam, he hadn’t known her that well, but she’d always cared about the work they did here, and her commitment to clean energy had always been something Sam admired. It wasn’t often high powered businesses cared about the world around them, least of all when they weren’t directly profiting from it, and whilst he wasn’t naïve enough to think she was a perfect human being, and whilst there was probably tons of stuff he didn’t know about, she’d always been pretty high up there on Sam’s list of ‘people we should all try and be more like’

And then came the offer.

A million.

That… that was silly money. A million. Christ…

For a moment, a single, shameful moment, Sam’s mind took him to all the things that that kind of money could do.

It took him to his Dad, stuck on disability after his accident. It took him to his Mam, working on a zero hours contract behind the counter in the chippy and hating every single second of it, not that she’d ever say. It took him to his cousin, Karly, and the conversation they’d had on the phone the other week where she’d cried her eyes out because she was just. so. tired, working and studying at the same time. It took him to charity. To the little kid on the news whose operation wasn’t covered by the NHS whose parents had to fundraise. It took him everywhere, because that’s what that kind of money could do: everything.

Another moment, and he realised that if Charlie took the offer, there would be no more Haven. No more Mika, and that thing she did with her fins whenever she smelt food. No more Copper and Slate, looking out for each other because that’s what families do. No more Jill or Phoebe, no more Juliet or Raphael, no more Gunner or Basil or Kiki any of the hundreds of animals they’d helped nurse back to health and watched, indescribably proud, as they went back home.

No more Sam, really. Because, if he was completely honest with himself, this place had saved his life and he knew it. Haven had helped him climb out of one of the darkest pits he’d ever fallen into, more than that, it had made him into a person again, and if it went away then…

Well, he didn’t really know what would happen to him.

His chest constricted. It felt like he’d swallowed a golf ball as he gripped the counter behind him so tightly his knuckles turned white. He looked at Charlie, desperation in his eyes. She was standing there in her wetsuit, saltwater tinting the blonde in her hair brown. She’d already started work. He knew, knew there was no one more willing or able to defend this place than her.

Charlie would fight for Haven with everything she had, and everyone who worked there knew it, even Elizabeth knew it, if she was willing to throw so much money around.

But still…

The mere thought that they might lose Haven was enough to send his mind whirring down paths he didn’t want it to go down. He bit the inside of his mouth, closed his eyes for a second, tried to breath. He couldn’t go back to how things were. Couldn’t.

Elizabeth was still standing there when he opened his eyes again.

He couldn’t be in here with her.

He was about to leave when Seirye burst in. Sam blinked a couple of times, was she bleeding?

"Hey everyone. Um...if someone gets a chance. There's a pipe that needs to be fixed in the shark tank." She said, obviously a little perturbed by what she’d walked in on, before quickly rushing out, injured shoulder on full display.

Quickly, Sam said, “I'll go see if she’s allright,” before making to follow her, grabbing the first aid kit on his way out, quietly glad for both the excuse to leave, and the fact that he took a first aid course at uni.

When he got to the bathroom, he could hear seirye moving about inside. He knocked on the door and called out "Seirye? It's Sam, that wound looked pretty bad, did you need a hand seeing to it, or can you manage on your own?" before waiting for a response.

Welcome To Rawyn - A Supernatural Mystery

Glad to have you! =D In an ideal world, I'd like to get the IC started by Saturday, but it depends on how quickly people get characters up. I'm so excited to get this thing moving though! =)

Ocean Rescue

Omg, Elizabeth is so wonderfully terrible :D and the fact that she seems to have Naomi in her sights is vaguely terrifying

Aiming to have a post up today btw

Another Day Of Sun

@Erklings25 Sorry to hear you've been ill, don't rush if you're still not feeling up to it yet, I hope you feel better soon!

Welcome To Rawyn - A Supernatural Mystery

Lucy

Lucy

"I mean, you could try telling me what to do..."

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Back to Basics

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Name: Lucy Amelia Rice

Aliases: Luce, but only by people she's close to

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Tourist or Local?: Local

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Appearance

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Height: 5ft 4

Build: Positively waif-like - Jeanine keeps telling her to eat more, she keeps insisting that she ate an entire box of mars bars half an hour ago and just has a fast metabolism

Hair: brunette and shoulder length - it used to be long, but she cut it all off because it kept getting tangled up in trees.

Eyes: Colour

Distinguishing Marks: No tattoos or piercings, but she has a small scar at the top of her forehead, and a surgery scar on her right knee.

Style: Lucy tends to dress quite practically, and always appropriately for the weather. Mostly she wears jeans or leggings, along with outdoorsy style fleeces, coats, and tops, ussually paired with trainers. She much prefers comfort to looking nice, although she will dress nicely and wear a little makeup for events where not doing so would be more trouble than it's worth.

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Skills & Occupation

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Occupation: Currently unemployed, not for lack of trying though. She's worked at the caravan park, 3/4 of the shops in town, a call centre in a different town, and as a tutor. At the moment she's trying to get a degree in English Literature with the Open University, but she seems to spend more time wandering round town aimlessly than actually working on it.

Hobbies & Interests: Watching the squirrels, wandering aimlessly, exploring, reading.

Skills: Quite academic on the quiet, she did quite well in school, at least when the teachers could tolerate her getting up and walking out of class in the middle of lessons.

She knows a fair bit about magic, at least as much as Jeanine could get her to learn growing up.

Supernatural Sensitivity: High

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Psychology

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Personality: A bit of a space case, the only real value Lucy sees in doing anything expected of her by anyone is that it might get them to stop moidering her. She plays life by her own set of rules, and won't do anything she doesn't want to - attempts to get her to do so usually end with her simply stopping the activity in question.

Fortunately, she doesn't have an aggressive bone in her body, and whilst she's unlikely to stand up for anyone unless they're in real danger, she is just as unlikely to instigate a fight. Whilst she does care about people, and she does feel things deeply, she has a funny way of showing it. She's well aware that people find it difficult to get along with her, and whilst it doesn't bother her much, she deeply values the people who do take the time to get to know her instead of just dismissing her.

A lot of the time, she seems to be more in tune with the town itself than the people in it, although she can get cocky sometimes, and doesn't know as much as she thinks she does. She relies a lot more on her high sensitivity to the spirit world than she does on real world information, and is more prone to believing the weird explaination for things than the simple one.

She has an endgame in mind though, whether things turn out the way she wants them too... well, we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?

Bio: As a child, Lucy was a little difficult. She was raised for the first fifteen years of her life in one of the nice bits of Eastfort, and her parents were both police officers for Rawyn constabulary. She had what her parents thought was a rich imagination, often talking to 'imaginary friends', and conversing with the walls of the community centre at friends' birthday parties and in swimming lessons. She was never loud or rude, and she wouldn't shout or throw a tantrum when told to do something like a lot of kids, she just wouldn't do it. Her parents worried, of course, but of the five doctors they took her to see, none of them could find anything in particular that was wrong with her. In fact, it wasn't until her taid(grandfather) died, that they got any answers at all. Long story short, she got possessed by the spirit of her dead taid to pass a message on from beyond the grave.

In a tizzy, her increasingly concerned parents took her to see the head of the witch's coven - Jeanine Williams, who confirmed what they suspected; their daughter had an unusually high sensitivity to spirits, and there really wasn't very much they could do about it. From then on, Lucy started tagging along to meetings of the coven at the community centre in order to learn more about her gifts. As she got older, Jeanine started grooming her to take over as her successor at some point in the future.

When she was ten though, her life changed forever when, on the way back from the Sunday meeting, her and her Dad got into a terrible car accident, which left Lucy traumatised and even more estranged from the world before, and her father dead. Her mum blamed Lucy for the accident, and their relationship quickly deteriorated, culminating in Lucy running away from home, and spending three nights sleeping rough round the back of the shopping centre.

Eventually the police found her and brought her back home, but once more, she ran away, this time opting for a nice spot by the train station. The cycle kept repeating itself, until a compromise was reached - Lucy would stay with Jeanine whilst her mother worked through her grief, and when the two's relationship improved, she would move back home. This, unfortunately, never happened, and to this day Lucy lives with Jeanine in her small flat in South Rawyn.

Weaknesses and/or fears:
Lucy is terrified of cars, for fairly obvious reasons, and chooses to walk everywhere. Not really a problem seeing as Rawyn is quite small and walking is technically exercise, but not really conductive to travelling outside of Rawyn, seeing as the public transport is atrocious.

Not so much a fear as an aversion, but she has a deep subconscious belief that once a relationship is broken it can't be repaired, and as such, she tends to avoid people she's had fallings out with, and will never be the first one to apologise, even if it was her fault.

Loneliness is something she finds deeply perturbing, mostly because she's never truly experienced it having always been highly aware of the many spirits around her.

Lucy broke her left leg in the accident and had to have surgery to sort it out. As such, she still sometimes experiences weakness there.

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Welcome To Rawyn - A Supernatural Mystery

@Prosaic He's great! Approved! Feel free to move him over to the character tab :)

Another Day Of Sun

@Erklings25 Hey, just wanted to check how things are going on your end? Is this still going ahead?