the longer the characters traverse to the Oblivion Prison, the more their minds shall suffer degradation, progressively losing their memories until all of their sense of self is lost.
Hang on. *Looks at Wolf's character sheet.* "Immune to metal attacks of any kind."
Name: Detective Ethan Conrad Age: 30 Appearance: An average looking man Ethan is pale and slender standing around 5’ 10”. His hair is a darkened blonde combed neatly back complimented by a trim musketeer goatee and soft blue eyes. Professionally dressed, he wears a white buttoned shirt with black suit pants and vest, over which is a dark gray overcoat and black bowler hat.
Backstory:
Ethan grew up in one of the major cities of the country. His parents owned and ran a general store which gave them just enough money to give Ethan a formal education. Though he always planned on using his education to take over and expand his family’s shop, his future changed the night his parents were found dead in their store. Initially ruled a ‘murder suicide’, Ethan was able to prove that it was not only a murder, but that it was linked with a series of deaths across the city. With his help the police were eventually able to catch the culprit and bring him to justice.
From then on Ethan devoted his life to solving crimes. As soon as he was able, he joined the police force continuing to studying law and forensics until he was able to become a full fledged detective. From there Ethan devoted all this time to his job, working round the clock on every case he was given, even the ones he knew couldn’t be solved. One such case happened to be his current assignment: The disappearance Silvia and Jordan Rossberg.
A few weeks prior, a woman and her son, Silvia and Jordan, were reported missing. They had gone to “The Coal Town” (as the city folk called it) to visit her sister, but never made it. Their carriage and belongings were found abandoned just outside of the town. Some suspected robbers, but the fact nothing had been stolen lead Ethan to believe there was something else going on. Unfortunately, no one claimed to have seen Silvia or Jordan and there was no sign of where they had gone.
After interviewing everyone in the area and searching countless times for clues, Ethan was ready to call this one, there was just one place left to look. It was a long shot, but according to local rumors, when people go missing in this town, your best bet was the Rivianne mansion.
Inventory: Single action revolver - police standard Detective’s badge pinned to his vest Pen and notepad Photo of Silvia and Jordan Tin of cigarettes Box of matches
Intro/Sample Post:
This was idiotic. Ethan had no evidence or witness testimony to suggest the Rivianne’s were involved in the Rossberg’s disappearance. Hell, even if there was it was the middle of the night! Waking one of the richest and more influential families to question them like this was probably the dumbest thing he would ever do. Yet, here he was, pushing open the front gates and walking up to the enormous mansion without the slightest hesitation. Of course he knew why he had to do this. He wouldn’t be able to rest until he had checked every possible lead, even something as ridiculous as a local legend.
Matters only worsened as thunder crackled above and a small drizzle of rain began to fall. Ethan was just able to make it to the patio before the light drizzle turned into a near hurricane. The winds howling around him only confirmed his fear, there was no way he could get back now. In fact, he was probably going to have to ask for a room from these people, lovely.
Taking a deep breath Ethan knocked on the doors. In an instant they were opened by a young maid whose face was marred by a terrible scar. “Sorry to disturb you.” Ethan began having to nearly shout to be heard over the winds, “My name is Detective Ethan Conrad. I was wondering if-” As he spoke the winds got louder and louder until he couldn’t make out any other sounds. The sound then turned from a low howl, to a piercing ring. The last thing Ethan remembers was covering his ears with his hands before collapsing in the doorway.
Name: Detective Ethan Conrad Age: 30 Appearance: An average looking man Ethan is pale and slender standing around 5’ 10”. His hair is a darkened blonde combed neatly back complimented by a trim musketeer goatee and soft blue eyes. Professionally dressed, he wears a white buttoned shirt with black suit pants and vest, over which is a dark gray overcoat and black bowler hat.
Backstory:
Ethan grew up in one of the major cities of the country. His parents owned and ran a general store which gave them just enough money to give Ethan a formal education. Though he always planned on using his education to take over and expand his family’s shop, his future changed the night his parents were found dead in their store. Initially ruled a ‘murder suicide’, Ethan was able to prove that it was not only a murder, but that it was linked with a series of deaths across the city. With his help the police were eventually able to catch the culprit and bring him to justice.
From then on Ethan devoted his life to solving crimes. As soon as he was able, he joined the police force continuing to studying law and forensics until he was able to become a full fledged detective. From there Ethan devoted all this time to his job, working round the clock on every case he was given, even the ones he knew couldn’t be solved. One such case happened to be his current assignment: The disappearance Silvia and Jordan Rossberg.
A few weeks prior, a woman and her son, Silvia and Jordan, were reported missing. They had gone to “The Coal Town” (as the city folk called it) to visit her sister, but never made it. Their carriage and belongings were found abandoned just outside of the town. Some suspected robbers, but the fact nothing had been stolen lead Ethan to believe there was something else going on. Unfortunately, no one claimed to have seen Silvia or Jordan and there was no sign of where they had gone.
After interviewing everyone in the area and searching countless times for clues, Ethan was ready to call this one, there was just one place left to look. It was a long shot, but according to local rumors, when people go missing in this town, your best bet was the Rivianne mansion.
Inventory: Single action revolver - police standard Detective’s badge pinned to his vest Pen and notepad Photo of Silvia and Jordan Tin of cigarettes Box of matches
Intro/Sample Post:
This was idiotic. Ethan had no evidence or witness testimony to suggest the Rivianne’s were involved in the Rossberg’s disappearance. Hell, even if there was it was the middle of the night! Waking one of the richest and more influential families to question them like this was probably the dumbest thing he would ever do. Yet, here he was, pushing open the front gates and walking up to the enormous mansion without the slightest hesitation. Of course he knew why he had to do this. He wouldn’t be able to rest until he had checked every possible lead, even something as ridiculous as a local legend.
Matters only worsened as thunder crackled above and a small drizzle of rain began to fall. Ethan was just able to make it to the patio before the light drizzle turned into a near hurricane. The winds howling around him only confirmed his fear, there was no way he could get back now. In fact, he was probably going to have to ask for a room from these people, lovely.
Taking a deep breath Ethan knocked on the doors. In an instant they were opened by a young maid whose face was marred by a terrible scar. “Sorry to disturb you.” Ethan began having to nearly shout to be heard over the winds, “My name is Detective Ethan Conrad. I was wondering if-” As he spoke the winds got louder and louder until he couldn’t make out any other sounds. The sound then turned from a low howl, to a piercing ring. The last thing Ethan remembers was covering his ears with his hands before collapsing in the doorway.
Victorian, the 20's at far too much different from everything in the description.
That's what I thought. I just remember you saying elsewhere it was lovecraftian inspired which are mostly in 1920s so I just wanted to make sure I wasn't making a super outdated character.
But in the interest check it says that it is victorian
The interest check you say? Gee, guess it would have been nice if someone linked me to that first. *Glares at KoL*.
@TheWindel An angel who lives in a factory, has NANOMACHINES SON, a bunch of super fighting robots, and has a beast with an internal fabrication matrix. Miyu's about as machina an angel can be without being Shizuka.
Remember when I was worried having Omega be an angel with guns would be controversial? Simpler times.
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