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Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Luke mostly listened to the rabbit for the only thing he honestly cared about - the way out. This "looking glass" that the creature refered to was apparently the strange mirror that he had seen when he first entered the dream, and while he was getting sick of the small creatures condescending attitude, he refused to make a comment - mother always said to be nice to people if you could, and he didn't really want to get on the bad side of some demon monster, especially when he has no control over this dream. What did piss him off was how the rabbit blatantly admitted to bringing them despite knowing that they were unable to return. Luke quickly grew angry, preparing for the damn rat to stop rambling on and on so that he could interject - he was always taught never to interrupt, and the habit unfortunately carried over when speaking with someone as unpleasant as the rodent. That immediately stopped as soon as the creature pulled out a gun and shot another kid in the damn head. The wound was superficial at best, and there wasn't even any real blood, but Luke couldn't care less.

"The fuck are you doing ya damn rat!? You nearly killed the kid you brought over!?"

Luke felt the intense desire to strangle the damn rodent as he blatantly ignored Luke, continuing on his monologue. Eventually, the rabbit ended on the message of freeing the children that the news had been ranting on and on about for the last few months, those afflicted with P3 syndrome. While Luke did feel sympathetic towards them, he held the rabbit in extreme caution - the creature had to be keeping something secret, and was obviously unstable. It shot a fucking child for god's sake! A child that it brought into a nightmare specifically over to help.

This was the moment that Luke realized this wasn't a dream. He didn't do drugs, and he sure as hell wasn't this creative. But most of all, Luke couldn't imagine creating such an unlikable creature from his own subconscious. It was taking great willpower not to cuss the small creature out, but the boy that was shot quickly began to deform, resulting in a new appearance and a somewhat disgruntled child. The worry that Luke held rose even more considering his appearance had changed incredibly, and was only cushioned by the fact that the boy was generally uncaring towards the change. A blond child spoke, bringing up a very good point - the fact that most of the group didn't really care about each other. Luke didn't dislike any of the people that were present, but he couldn't really say he cared either. A far better option would have been to pull people who were sleeping in a close vicinity - at least then, they would be familiar with one another.

A man older than Luke brought up the best point so far - While Luke cared greatly for the sufferers of P3 syndrome thanks to his prior experiences with comas, he despised the rabbit for dragging them to some nightmare simply because they "needed help" against some queen. Perhaps a "Hey, please help out" rather than telling them what they had to do after dragging them into a figurative and literal deathtrap. Luke nodded as the man spoke. As soon as he found an opening, Luke began to speak.

"Fuck you, Mr. Rat. The guy in the trench coat is right. If we believe what you're saying, you dragged at least a dozen or so people into a world against their will, and one guy died because of it. For all he knew, this was a dream, and he wanted to be a big damn hero. Now you're telling us to help you, someone we should by all means hate right now? If you hadn't mentioned the P3 syndrome afflicted and didn't have that gun, I'd really want to kick your shit in."

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Chad Watts

The Campsite - Dock.
@Surtr Inc@Prosaic@Zombiedude101

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Chad was breathing heavily by this point, a combination of tragedy and paranoia that he hadn't felt since the night she died. That poor girl that Chad had inadvertently killed. The first night was the easiest, and most like how he felt at this moment - intense fear that somehow they would find him, and he'd be in a lot of trouble. But instead of the police arresting him... this was far worse. Hunched over and choking back short and ragged breaths, Chad felt Lynette's hands grab onto him tightly, wheeling him around to face the small, clearly old boat house. Despite it's small size, it was a hell of a lot better than the small supply shed they were currently behind, and Chad was more than happy to follow her lead as she led the group into the pitch black interior.

The light of Lynette's phone was bright and uncomfortable to Chad's blurry eyes, but her words were very reassuring. Hiding had to be the best course of action at the moment - running would mean certain doom so far from civilization, especially considering the killers clearly well-trained (More like supernatural...) physique. The thought of fighting was completely nonexistent in Chad's mind, as fighting was clearly the option of the suicidal. Another boy, the most recent newcomer, was arguing with some guy on his phone - only reminding Chad that his duffel bag was still at the campfire. Shit.

He nearly jumped through the ceiling when the girl next to him let out a muffled scream, both out of fear and the intense desire to shut her up somehow. The last thing he wanted was to be found by that monstrosity. Chad couldn't help, however, but notice she was screaming over thin air - she couldn't have had any of the bad pot... She wasn't at the camp fire, right? At the very least, Chad didn't remember her being there. After asking about the other girl's well being, Lynette adopted a similar, unfocused appearance, before falling to her knees suddenly. Chad immediately whispered out as soon as he noticed the cut on her shoulder.

"Fuck, are you okay?"

He didn't see anything, but she must have cut herself on some fish hook or something... Fuck, what was happening? Maybe it wasn't the weed that was doing this, maybe the entire camp has fumes or some shit. That would explain everyone acting insane... Lynette soon exited the boathouse and, to Chad's surprise, managed to find a boat! His eyes must have glanced over it in his hurry to find an escape! Without hesitation, Chad assisted in dragging the boat to the shore along with Lynette and the mystery girl, and soon the boat was ready to head out. Chad was just about to get in when some more survivors came over. Of course, he had no clue who the hell they were... But he was glad to see some more people survived anyways.

The newcomers and Lynette briefly talked, and Chad quickly realized that he wouldn't be able to leave. Not because escape was impossible - far from it, actually. e could easily escape right then, but doing so would earn the scorn of his classmates forever... Not to mention that many people would die. It wasn't that Chad cared deeply for his classmates and would risk his life for them, but he wasn't going to simply let them die while he could help - as long as he didn't draw too much risk to himself. Quickly, Chad moved over to the remaining boats and began to move them out, going as quickly as possible.

"Let's do this as quickly and quietly as possible - I don't want to still be around when that thing gets back. Someone help me drag these shits out."

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Dirk Davidson

Health: 1900/3000
Mana: 50/500

Stats

Strength: 15
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 4

Skills

Sword Wielding: Lv.20
Acting: Lv.56
Searching: Lv.10

Equipment

Shield [Round] (Equipped)
Full Plate Armor (Equipped)
Longsword [Uncommon] (Equipped)
Rosary of Courage (Equipped)

Interactions: @demonspade64

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As Theo made his way to the door, Karma had finally spoken out to him - the man was speaking with Alisea and apologizing for the close shave last night. Theo silently stiffened when he heard his name being called - it was clearly his own fault that Karma had been injured, and even though he had time to dwell on it, the guilt was like an oppressive weight on Theo's shoulders.

"So Dirk, you still want to meet at noon?"

Quickly, Theo turned to face him, giving a thumbs up and grinning.

"That's right! If you're able to, meet me at the town hall!"

Turning and waving, Theo left the inn and quickly made his way to the Paladin spell trainer, an older man wearing large plate mail. Upon learning every Holy spell, Theo sighed as his Renn immediately dropped. He planned on saving it for a better investment, like a permanent place to live or to begin trading, but he needed better aggro retention abilities very quickly. And nothing was better at that than the Paladin-exclusive spell list. Checking the time, Theo quickly made his way to the town square, only to find that Karma had beaten him there.

Rushing up to meet the mage, Theo gave a great wave before greeting him.

"Sorry if I made you wait! I was learning some skills and I lost track of time!"

The pair chatted for a few minutes, before Theo quickly spoke again.

"I gotta go arrange stuff inside, I'll be right back. I invited some other guys from the guild, so don't be surprised if you see them here."

Theo then made his way into the town hall and, after finding the appropriate NPC, he payed for the funeral of Kajin Najin.

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New Spells

Vengeful Smite
Magic Shield
Even the Odds
Fortress of Wood
Holy Fury
Emit Purity
Bless Weapon
Radiating Challenge

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Chad Watts

The Campsite - Campfire.

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The cold morning breeze stung like the light against an alcoholic's eyes after a particularly wild night - just a lot colder and less skull-crushing. Chad always preferred warmer weather - hell, he wouldn't have signed up for this trip if it wasn't for the fact that it was summer. The sun had set only half an hour ago - and already, the surroundings were completely save the light of the moon... Chad briefly remembered a movie he had seen when he was eight, some cheesy horror flick about werewolves attacking campers in the woods. He wasn't very scared of it then, and he was even less scared now - the only reason he even remembered that was because he was in a similar situation. He always wished that the same thing could happen when he was taking tests, but he always seemed to black out on that kind of stuff when it came to calculus and trig.

Shaking his head, Chad reminded himself why he was there - he needed to relax for once, even if it was with a bunch of people he really couldn't care too much about. Gazing around was a nice reminder. The lake was wide and open, the mountain being in clear view, and the campsite itself being spacious enough where Chad didn't have to talk too much with the other people who signed up for this trip. Even though he sure as hell wasn't an outdoorsy kind of guy, he could get used to this feeling...

Chad began to count off all of his supplies, the third time he had done so since he even got to camp. His toiletries, towels, spare blankets, snacks, lighter, other essentials, and even the notebook he had questioned bringing. While he did so, he scanned the rows of cabins, trying to spot any noticeable differences or luxuries so he could claim the best one as soon as possible. Of course, he wasn't able to... But, whatever. He had plenty of ways to keep himself busy for duration of the trip.

The other campers themselves were around, but Chad didn't pay them much mind - The town bicycle and her tall friend were chatting while most of the other kids were near Chad - close to the campfire, which was being set up. Chad briefly thought of pouring some lighter fluid to get the fire going, but he was as stingy as they come. After a minute or two, the fire started up, and everyone began to sit around one another, almost like they were part of some cult.

Chad had quickly secured himself a spot on one of the smaller logs, slightly further than the fire than he would like to be. Some of the other kids had already left, red in the face and stumbling like toddlers learning to walk... Just the smell of the booze on their breath caused Chad to get a little nauseousness. Luckily, only the mostly sober were staying near the fire, with the passed out and very inebriated being dragged off to god-knows-where. Chad only hoped that they were being taken care of well as he adjusted himself on his seat. Chad slowly leaned back as the giant handed off a bottle of some alcoholic beverage to a very well-built blond guy. Chad could make out that it was some cheap brand of vodka thanks to the light provided by the fire, but determining the exact qualities would require a closer investigation, which he didn't exactly plan on doing.

As everyone began to talk about what ghost stories to tell, Chad simply chose to pull out his phone, planning to only check some emails or read some stupid book. Just his luck, the phone was out of range - as he expected. Nothing this far out of town would work properly. Resigning himself to the inevitable, Chad retrieved the notebook, and began to write out the surroundings. Things like "Very dark, illuminated by the moon and the single fire" were what dominated his musings. He had adopted the habit of writing down locations he's been to and things he did that day ever since his mother told him about his grandfather's worsening Alzheimer's. Less a diary, more of a log of events and people, and things he's done. Briefly pausing, Chad realized that it really was a diary, and quickly shoved it back into his bag after roughly a page of work.

By the time Chad's view returned to the campers, he realized that they not only rapidly had people pinching off into other areas, but were now passing around pot as well. Chad grimaced slightly, but he greatly preferred the stench of someone smoking to booze. A guy and girl rushed off, neither of which Chad was familiar with - to be honest, the only people he knew here either hated him, or were somewhat neutral. Thank god that some more people were gone though - the less people there were, the less awkward things would be when Chad wasn't the only one 'getting high asf brah.' The guy, of course, had to leave a damn flask behind though - only making Chad wonder how the hell so many kids here had some form of booze. Was he really the only person under 21? Nah, they had to have fake IDs or something.

A 5'2 Asian girl was the first to start off the scary stories, and while Chad was the first to admit that he was a scaredy cat, even he wasn't scared of ghost stories. Chad was way more terrified of actual threats, rather than boogeymen. Still, it did help put him on edge slightly - whether the girl was jut a good storyteller or Chad was more of a pussy than he thought, no one knows.

Nearing the end of her story, however, the girl was cut off as Claire fell on her ass. Chad was initially about to laugh at the drunk girl already falling around, possible make a remark about holding down her booze, until he saw her eyes. Pupil dilated, heavy breathing, and the fact that she was startled were obvious clues of something worse. Or the fact that she was gripping her head while swearing. The latter was more of what let Chad catch on, since he was pretty shit when it came to physiology. Chad was worried until Zoey made the remark of it being "a bad reaction" before he immediately stopped caring.

Of course, the weed was bad. That's exactly the reason Chad didn't touch any of that shit. The last hing he wanted to do was freak the fuck out and do weird shit in the far outskirts of town, with no connection, and the only people around being strangers or assholes. Chad nodded his head slightly - she totally deserved that. To think, Chad was worried for a second there. Even more so, worried for someone clearly in the "asshole" group.

People were already crowding around her and reassuring her everything was alright - one girl, the one who initially introduced the pot to the group, was even crying. Chad simply kept his mouth shut - now was not a good time for a joke, and offering her help or condolences would not only be a lie on his part, but something that she would flat out reject. For some reason, that chick hated him since day 1. No point in asking someone if they were alright when they'd just blow you off, especially when nearly everyone in the camp was consoling her already. Zoey and Claire soon left, Claire glaring at the poor girl in anger. As soon as they left earshot, Chad finally spoke.

"Shit, hope she's okay."

Chad didn't mean that at all. A bad trip was a good thing - it showed that you fucked up, and you should either find a better outlet, or a new dealer. Hopefully, Claire learned not to except pot from a stranger at a camp in Bumfuck, Nowhere.

Minutes passed by without any interesting discussion, just consolation to one another. It wasn't until an older woman, a teacher in the science department and one of the trips counselors, finally showed up that the situation was saved. Thank god. Chad wasn't even upset that he was in trouble - his stomach was already in knots from the combined stench of the pot and vodka, and getting it the hell out of here would be marvelous. Besides, he may be able to charm his way out of detention.

This thought was cut off as an axe flew into the counselors skull, cleaving it in two with ease comparable to a fist punching through toilet paper. Chad immediately screamed, along with the majority of people present, as blood splattered his clothes. An eye slowly rolled into the fire, causing Chad to vomit in the opposite direction. When his view returned, only a few seconds later, he was met with the image of an eight foot tall monster, grey skinned and bearing veins more akin to Lichtenberg Figures than actual tubes for blood to pass through. Chad barely caught a glimpse of the still familiar face before his lizard brain took over - it was fight or flight, and flight was the obvious damn choice. The axe wasn't halfway raised above the monster's body by the time Chad was hauling ass. Running quickly, Chad managed to see the infirmary open for a split second, before shutting again, and the lights cutting out. Chad didn't even bother risking it - they almost definitely locked the door.

As he ran the yelling continued, footsteps growing louder by the second, and even the sound of music began to permeate the area. Chad didn't look back for a second. This was obviously some dumb ass prank, but he had a rule - never call a bluff when someone else can do it for you. Someone else was going to prove that this was a prank, while Chad stayed good and hidden in...

Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

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The Campsite - Dock.
@Surtr Inc@Prosaic

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The music was fading as he ran faster, but it didn't cut out do to distance - it was silenced some other way. Tears coated Chad's eyes as he ran towards the opposite way of the majority of campers. While everyone headed to the cabins, Chad chose to go straight for the docks, praying that there was some boat left...

Scanning the shore revealed nothing at all, and Chad immediately began to swear under his breath.

"Fuck, Fuck, this can't be real...!"

No boat was in sight, but two people were here - Some random girl he never me and (thank god) a familiar face! Instantly, Chad grabbed them by the wrist, dragging them behind the small supply shed where most of the fishing and boating equipment was kept.

"Oh Jesus Christ, you have no idea how happy I am to see you right now Lynette, Jesus fucking Christ, someone fucking died, my god, someone fucking died over there, Jesus Christ, oh fuck."

Tears were streaming down Chad's ace as he hyperventilated, the stress and gravity of the situation finally bearing down on him. He didn't even care that he was whispering so quickly, and was ready to vomit again as soon as he could. Calming himself, Chad finally began to speak again.

"One of the professors got fucking chopped in half... There was some kind of monster over there... Oh god..."

The sound of a tree falling in the far distance quickly forced Chad to jump, before he began to whisper as loudly as he could again.

"We got two options - running the hell out of here, or hiding somewhere. The murderer is on the other side of camp right now, so I'd be fine with either..."

Chad's mind was racing to quickly... Someone fucking died... No, two people died. He didn't trust himself to make a decision. He'd end up running into problems quick, and may even end up lost in the woods with a massive killer. Thanks to the huge difference in appearance, Chad didn't even connect Scott to the murder - he simply was jealous that Scott fucked off when he did and managed to escape this situation.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

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Theo quickly made his way to his room, grateful that Karma had responded to his message - although, the fact that he didn't respond to Theo's request to meet up the next day was a little disconcerting. If neither Karma nor Reylan showed up, than what he was going to do was nearly pointless. Still, it didn't matter at that moment in time - Theo just wanted to rest. Upon resting his head to sleep, Theo rapidly began to lose consciousness - whether it was from pure exhaustion or relief that Karma wasn't so angry at him, Theo really couldn't care less.

The next day, upon awakening, The made his way to the inns bath - he was eager to clean himself after the tiring experience the night before. Upon cleaning himself and reequipping his clothes, Theo went to buy breakfast - the same meal he had eaten every single time he had eaten anything in this game. Though, Reylan's suggestion popped into his mind briefly as he considered what to pick.

Just as soon as he placed his order, Theo received a PM from Alisea.

My apologies, Dirk! I failed to see your message last night. Is there something I might help you with this morning?

Quickly, Theo responded.

"I was planning on having a chat about the dungeon, but if you have time later, I'd also like it if you could come to Town Hall around noon today."

Her reply didn't come for a few minutes. Dirk's food arrived and he had to time to start eating before the next message arrived.

I have time right now. Will you meet me in the hall?

No sooner had his eyes finished scanning the words than the magess appeared, stepping off the last step and into the dining area. When her gaze fell upon Dirk, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. With a light chuckle, she walked over to the paladin. "I was unaware you were such an early riser; it seems I should have said instead that I would meet you here." She pulled out a seat beside him and settled down. "If you rise so early, why were you hoping to wait until noon to speak?"

When she came to sit at his table, Theo wasn't surprised or shocked - He saw the PM she sent him, and when she sat down, he simply called over the waitress so that Alisea could place her own order while Theo ate. After a few bites and several moments from when Alisea spoke, Theo responded.

"It's a habit from medical school - I had morning classes."

Pausing to take a drink, he continued.

"And I guess it doesn't matter when we talk, but I'd like it to at Town Hall, since there's something important I need to do there."

"Oh?" Alisea's eyebrows arched with curiosity as she studied his face intently. "That sounds far more attractive than my plans; I fear our beloved guildmaster will be scolding me for reckless behavior later. Perhaps I will skip that to come and see what mighty feat you will perform."

The young woman's company was quite pleasant. She smiled easily, a charming expression that gave only encouragement. She displayed her total comfort in Dirk's presence by her relaxed posture and light jesting. She gave him her full attention, as though there could be nothing more important in the world than what he had to share. And those clear, crystal-blue eyes were always locked on his own, inviting him to search out their depths.

"The dungeon, then. What have you been thinking?"

Theo continued to eat as Alisea spoke, noticing that she seemed to be unaware that he was also upset with how she acted in the dungeon. Well, Dirk would obviously be nowhere near as angry Theo was, so her calm attitude was understandable. Remembering that he was Dirk, Theo responded to her inquiry.

"You probably already heard it from Reylan, but what you did was pretty risky-"

Theo began to wag his finger.

"Especially since I'm supposed to keep you safe. You'll make me look bad if you pull a stunt like that!"

Laughing in his usual deep and gruff manner, Theo continued.

"Just be careful not to do something like that without me holding the aggro - I plan on getting a spell that will make that a lot easier, so just make sure to only do reckless things on enemies that are pissed at me!"

"That certainly sounds safer. I will remember that for the next boss fight." Alisea increased her smile to a beam. "If the truth be told, I was hoping for the right opportunity to test some of my newer abilities; but I had found none sooner, so I felt that was my final chance. I wanted to practice Ice Lance in particular; where most magic spells have a cast time, the Lance is intended for hand-to-hand combat and casts instantly."

The magess paused to peruse the depths of Dirk's eyes. What she was searching for was unclear, but it was definite that she was searching. "Maybe you would like to help me practice?" she asked, her gaze not wavering. "Not just now, as Reylan does want to talk as soon as he wakes, but sometime. Practicing all of our skills when outside dungeons will be important to growing stronger, too."

Hearing her response, Theo wasn't entirely reassured - but he felt significantly better than he did previously. She was unlikely to ever enter close range combat since Dirk was available, but Theo was confident that she could defend herself as long as Theo used his aggro skills properly. What worried him was when she gazed into his eyes - a feeling he was very uncomfortable with. In the old world, he always did his best to avoid the glare of others - their eyes simply felt wrong, and unnerved him greatly. He always cringed whenever he looked people in the eyes, and turned away quickly.

Luckily, Dirk was above such problems. High ranks in acting made the cringe barely noticeable, and Theo managed to keep eye contact for several seconds, before releasing another gruff laugh in order to escape the situation.

"While no weapon or magic may pierce my ironclad defense, I am more than welcome for you to attempt! Anything to help another person grow!"

Theo finished the rest of his meal, before rising from his seat.

"Be sure to tell Reylan I said good morning! I have some skills to go learn - see ya!"

Theo nearly exited the tavern before giving a final message.

"And if you have free time around noon, you know where I'll be."

Theo paused temporarily, before heading out the door and moving for the skill trainers.

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

As he continued to run, the rabbit retained it's position in the front - eventually gesturing towards a medium size hole in the ground and saying something about getting inside. As those in front of him jumped inside, Luke simply questioned how hiding in the dirt would solve any sort of problem they were facing. After all, someone willing to chase them so much would surely not care about digging a little, or even simply lighting a fire in the entrance and choking the group to death. Which only opened up more issues - like how the hell everyone fits in there? It had to lead somewhere, but he (like most sane human beings) didn't feel to well in such small and enclosed spaces, especially under the ground. He had a pretty wide build, so it seemed like a bad idea...

The sounds of the conflict a small distance away slowly coming closer made Luke stop caring as much, and he began to lower himself into the hole in the ground. Unlike the others, he chose to carefully lower himself, clinging to the sides in order to climb down - unfortunately, loose dirt failed as a foothold very quickly, and Luke dropped into the hole only a few feet lower than the entrance.

Falling for an extended period of time, followed by the screams of some of his companions, Luke was filled with instinctual fear, as the lizard part of his brain temporarily forgot that he had to be in a dream and thought he was actually going to die. Before he had time to reason that the falling may just be him simply falling out of bed, he was already pooping out of the ground somewhere entirely different, like a god damn cartoon character.

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Landing on his legs, Luke immediately fell to the ground and breathed heavily. He had not given the run his all, but he was tired from the day and his legs were burning horribly. Now that he didn't need to run, he could afford to rest for a bit without risking the chance of burning to a crisp. Seeing the other people standing around, Luke noticed the completely new environment they were in - the hole was still present, but the area they were in was more akin to n actual civilized location, with technology and a Victorian and older design. Looking at it calmed Luke slightly, as it reminded him of his own home, albeit only in spirit.

His manor lacked the clear focus on agriculture that this one seemed to posses...

And almost immediately, everyone began to talk and question each other at the same time, usually repeating the same questions in a progressively annoying manner. Was his dream trying to make him interested in the annoying BS, or just taking up time till he woke up. Luke immediately walked over to the large table in the middle, before taking a seat. The tea was tempting considering his horribly parched throat, but he wasn't sure on the calories it had - he was on a cut at the moment, and had to stay below his caloric deficit. This thinking was so ingrained in Luke's mind, that he didn't even realize that, since this was a dream, he could eat as much as he wanted. The rabbit like creature continued to speak, eventually dissolving into a black, jelly looking substance. Despite appearing fairly intimidating, Luke couldn't care less - it was a lot less intimidating than the man, and Luke was very confident that he could kick the small creatures ass.

As everyone continued to bicker and question, some even saying something about a guy that died, Luke simply chose to keep his trap shut - They already asked all the questions that could be asked, and he really didn't care about the 'where' or 'why' he care about the 'how the hell do we get out of here.' Besides, no sense in trying to question his subconscious - he was already bad at the symbolic crap that psychologists say dreams represent, and he just wanted to get some actual rest. Laying on the bench, Luke kept his mouth shut, progressively getting more annoyed as the others whined and questioned each other. He would have felt bad that the rabbit was being so intensely questioned, had the damn rat not been so unclear on it's explanations. He kind of deserved the barrage of questions he was receiving, in that respect.

Oh My Gods!

@WanderingSpirit
Probably only a little older than the minimum starting age. In the case of the pantheon, he really doesn't care that much - He already has enough power to help people, so if he isn't nominated, he'd probably just hang out with the mortals for awhile.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Chad Watts

Chad Watts

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"I have a plan - Let's hightail it out of here!"

[ Age 20 | 6' | British American He/Him | 180 lbs ]

Desperation

APPEARANCE

"Oh God! I'm gorgeous!"

While not beautiful, chad isn't the ugliest guy in the township. He has on several occasions complimented himself on his looks, but only has done so sarcastically. He really views himself as average, maybe a little above average if he was feeling generous. Still, he never had any female admirers, much to his dismay. Standing at a solid 6 feet and weighing 180 pounds, Chad Watts has dark hair and brown eyes. His hair is usually kept on the shorter-to medium length end, and he styles it according to the situation he plans to be in - pictured above is his usual style, but he will attempt to make it appear more appropriate or get it cut for formal events.

Chad has never gotten a tattoo in his life, and other than a scar on his leg gained from tripping while running when he was 8 and the sigil on his shoulder, he has no other differentiating marks on his body. His skin is paler than normal, but not to the point where he stands out. His voice is a baritone, and his speaking style is very animated when he is interested in what he is talking about. When nervous or in a stressful situation, he will talk faster, to the point where it can be hard to understand him.

For clothing styles, he normally dresses to the situation - He will wear a random t-shirt and jeans to a casual situation, and will wear progressively more expensive and better looking clothes as the formality of the situation rises. Despite this, however, he prefers to dress above what most others are wearing - and his usual attire for when he simply has to go to classes and has nothing else to do, he wears his suit jacket along with a white collared shirt, a white undershirt, and grey suit pants.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I, uh... I don't really know what I like, to be honest.."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Live a quiet life, preferably with a lack of responsibility. He would love to become a comedian when he is older, and is already looking for places to live when he finally leaves Farmer Hill.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ He has an incredible lack of honor - if he is ever caught in a sticky situation, he uses everything in his power to get an advantage as long as it does not harm anybody innocent or is needlessly cruel. Despite this, he views fights (and conflict in general) as a complete waste of time. Finally, the path of least resistance is the best way possible - Chad's least favorite words are "Work" and "Effort."

SECRETS ⫻ Chad uses his Abstraction extensively for less than noble goals - Hell, the reason he has high grades is because he possesses the A-students and copies their answers. On more than one occasion, he used it to "borrow" money. This "Borrowing," however, only happens with people who deserve it.

Chad loves kids, and plans to adopt one if he can never marry.

DESIRES ⫻ Chad wants to become a well respected and popular comedian - And if not that, he wants to have a comfortable life without too much responsibility. Most importantly, however, he simply wishes to be well-liked by everyone he meets.

SEXUALITY ⫻ He seems to be more infatuated with femininity than actual girls - He'd date a guy if they acted like a girly girl and were cute.

FEARS ⫻ Chad is afraid of countless things - fighting, large animals, violence, threats, and even the dark. Above all, however, he is afraid of people discovering how he uses his Abstraction - they'd obviously try to stop him, or worse, report his actions to the authorities. Prison was an incredibly terrifying place, after all. Chad is also scared of not being popular, and goes to great length to keep a decent reputation.

Subconsciously, Chad is horrified of having to come to the realization that he has very little in terms of his own personality - He mostly bases his beliefs and opinions off of what the person he is talking to would like the most.

REPUTATION ⫻ Being born and raised there, many people in the Township know about Chad and his antics - he is a trickster and a liar. Despite this, he is also known for being a funny guy and someone who takes care of his kin.

He has started to be perceived as incredibly intelligent, since he started using his Abstraction to cheat on tests and exams.

PET PEEVES ⫻ Chad hates when people hold themselves high and mighty - not because he thinks it's a bad thing, but because he thinks of bragging in a serious situation as a real easy way to tempt fate. He also dislikes people who are "honorable" as they don't really agree with his quickness to flee or his trickster nature.

QUIRKS ⫻ Chad tests the waters with most people he meets - occasionally making comments in order to gauge reactions and define a person's personality. He does this in order to know how to act in order to be well liked.

BACKSTORY

"WHO SAID YOU COULD READ MY DIARY!!!???"

Born in the township of Farmer Hill, Chad was the child of a British mother and a father who left them almost immediately. His mother, while staying with her son for most of his life, is sent on various business trips - she is a high ranking employee of a supermarket chain in the country, and lived in Farmer Hill due to it being a major source of produce in the area. An only child his entire life, Chad spent most of his time trying to get the attention he craved from his mother - but due to her stressful work environment, she was usually resting whenever she wasn't working. Due to his lack of friendships while younger, he slowly, yet surely, grew more and more needy - always pestering his mother for attention. By the age of eight, however, he had learned far more effective mode of gaining the adoration of others - he began to tell jokes. Seeing as he was still a child, most of his humor was poor, but he quickly facilitated his growth in the world of comedy by watching comedians and testing out any jokes he created on others. By 10, he was already infatuated with the comedy world, and was thought of as a jokester to his class.

While this was initially enough, Chad quickly began to run dry - he rapidly ran out of material, and making more funny jokes was far more effort and work than the alternative. Chad soon started acting out - pulling pranks on other people as a way to get attention, in any form. It seemed an ingenious idea at the time - while actual jokes took time and serious thought and effort to craft, violence and humiliation were an incredibly good form of consistent, slapstick humor. Eventually, however, Chad severely lessened the severity of these outbursts and pranks - When he was taken to juvie for three days and nearly expelled from middle school for greasing the stairs at his school. A girl fell down, resulting in a serious spinal injury that caused her to be held in the hospital for a few months. The only reason charges weren't pressed were because his mother worked with the girl's father, and were close because of that. The girl eventually forgave Chad, and both are close friends now, but he has made sure that any prank he does is harmless and benign. While this period only lasted a short time span (until he was 14), this spree of pranks cemented his reputation as a menace, and ruined a lot of the credibility he had.

In high school, while he hung out with many students at school, very few of them cared for Chad. His circle of true friends was sparse, mostly a group of older boys who played table top games with him. Other children simply kept him around since he was funny, and lightened the mood - but he never hung out with anyone after school was out. By this point, Chad only interacted with his mother when helping her with chores - but even that was cut short as she left for a business trip for the next year, the longest she had been away by this point. Over the course of this year, nothing happened of interest - days passed at a snail's pace, and while Chad quickly realized that he was beginning to hate the endless dredge his life had become, he realized that he was unable to show that he was upset - doing so would simply make people stop caring. Or worse, pity him. He hated people feeling sorry for him - whether it was for not having a father, a mother who was rarely in the house, or simply lacking any real person to call a true friend.

In his junior year, eight months after his mother had come back from her trip, Chad was invited to his first party. The party itself was simple - a small group of kids, all of whom Chad had known for years. Nothing about the night was spectacular - just a bunch of horny high school kids soaking in their hormones and a small amount of smuggled liquor. One of the girls got particularly greedy with the alcohol - downing bottles of some brand of beer, the exact type impossible to find due to the scratched off label. Chad didn't even intend for it to happen, but the next thing he knew, he was in a room alone with her - She was apparently a lightweight. The scent of her breath and the stress of the situation slowly becoming too much to handle, Chad began looking for a way out of the situation. It was no use - she clumsily attempted to take off his jeans. Quickly, Chad tried to calm his beating heart, but the anxiety and the few drinks he himself had were far too much.

He vomited all over her.

She groggily mumbled a few words of disgust before passing out herself. Quickly, Chad tore a post-it note and a pen from the night stand, before writing a message.

"You vomited on yourself and passed out so I left - I won't tell anybody, so don't worry."

Immediately, Chad left the party - a few people attempting to high five him on the way out. The entier night, he was shaking in fear. What if she woke up and remembered what really happened? What if everybody in the school found out? These thought passed around in his mind for the next few weeks - and every day he went to school, he was met with no ridicule. On the third week, he finally felt like he was in the clear. This sense of relief was quickly crushed however.

The girl was found out the next day - unaware of anything that had transpired the previous night. She was discovered by several of the boys at the party who, upon discovering the note, took photos of her and used said photos as blackmail. They proceeded to do despicable things to her - forcing her to steal for them, commit meager crimes, and record her saying incredibly embarrassing things. This escalated over the last week, climaxing with her being raped by the leader of the boys - while no one knows who it was, rumors suggest it was the son of the local sheriff.

She killed herself the next day.

The high school talked about the event briefly, and the event was even marked with some newscasters arriving to comment on it. Chad spent most of the day in the bathroom, hiding due to the constant vomit and tears he released. It was the most terrified and repulsed he felt in his entire life - it was his fault that she got blackmailed, so in essence, he killed her. Or at least, that's how Chad looked at it. Due to his cowardice, an innocent girl died.

As time passed, Chad slowly began to learn to deal with the pain of the death - the guilt never went away, but he successfully managed to focus on other things. He was eventually accepted into Grand Ridge Academy, to the delight of his mother, and did his best to not cause too much of a fuss. He was less interested in the negative attention he used to seek out, now only craving the positive encouragement of his peers. The girl he had once injured had left the small town, the pair only communicating via text and social media. Chad's mother, now on the board of directors, informed him that as long as he graduated, she was more than willing to introduce him to some of the other directors - possible even give him a job.

Chad, however, was more focused on enhancing his career as a comedian. He pursued a major in Economics to satisfy his mother, but his dream was to leave for a large city and become famous the world over! But for now, he simply wanted to take a break - Classes had been making his workload truly massive. Somewhat uncharacteristically, he decided that he needed some fresh air - this motive driving him to sign up for the camping trip that the academy was hosting.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"'Hard Work' and 'Effort' are some of my least favorite words, so this list isn't very long."

Bluffing ⫻ In order to get out of several sticky situations, Chad had to use his words in order to avoid serious trouble. Thanks to this happening... a large number of times since his youth, he has become very proficient at crafting quick and efficient lies. While these lies are very effective in the immediate time, he is used to making them in order to escape - under close inspection or with contradictory evidence, even in small amounts, this skill is nearly useless. However, against the somewhat dull and when combined with his Wit, he is very effective.

Cunning ⫻ Despite appearing dull and not being the most academically smart individual, Chad is extremely quick on his feet - he is quick to find escape routes in order t ovoid confrontation, and makes witty comebacks and jokes quickly.

Running ⫻ Chad is incredibly swift on his feet. In fact, he was even offered a position on the track team - with a little practice, he probably could surpass the captain of the track team. Due to his lack of drive or motivation, however, Chad did not wish to join. This running ability was, like most of his skills, created from the trouble he caused. It is, by far, the skill he takes the most pride in.

ABSTRACTION

"I would never use this for dastardly purposes - promise."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Located on the back of his left shoulder, Chad's sigil takes the appearance of a simplified key. The bow of the key, however, is replaced with a human eye (or, at least it looks like one).

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Possession: Allows temporary control over another person's body.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ While looking at another person, Chad is capable of forcing his mind onto someone else - allowing him to control their body as if it was his own. While doing this, the original person's mind is essentially unconscious, unaware that the possession is even taking place. He could do anything he wishes, as long as it is physically possible for the person's body (He can't walk if he possessed a man in a wheelchair). This ability can affect anyone within line of sight, and his Sigil glows a faint green while using the ability - this glowing only shows through thin material, however, and does not function as an adequate light source. Upon the time limit being reached, or Chad choosing to relinquish control, the original person is "woken up." They are unaware that the possession has even occurred, and are bewildered if they are in another location or doing something else. Chad is only capable of controlling someone for ten seconds at a time.

This Abstraction reflects Chad's inconsistent personality and own self - he always attempts to change himself in order to appear more like the person he is speaking with, in order to gain their attention and approval. This attention seeking also caused some of his only consistent character traits - his penchant for jokes and trickery, and his willingness to do nearly anything in order to gain other people's approval.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ When on the mountain, the duration of the possession increases massively - Up to a full minute against normal opponents. Additionally, direct line of sight is no longer needed - as long as they are within 50 feet, and Chad is aware of their general presence, he can possess them.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Chad has sensing unlike most others - while he is unable to detect individuals or objects, he is capable of seeing pathways. Activating when he is stressed or nervous, he is capable of finding the pathway out of a situation, manifested as a thin green line from himself to the exit.

LIMITS ⫻ Chad's ability cannot work on the Awakened, at least not while they're in perfect condition. They actively resist extra-normal malfeasance, and he cannot affect them. After the time limit is up, it'll take another fifteen seconds before he can use possession again.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Chad leaves himself completely vulnerable while possessing another person - which means he cannot control himself and is essentially a sitting duck. In addition, he takes on some of the personality traits as the person he possesses, which means that, over time; he'll lose himself and become some amalgamation of other people.

OTHER

"I know all the smart kids in my classes, so if you wanna borrow notes, I'll tell ya who to ask."

Chad refuses to drink any kind of alcohol, the mere sight making him nauseous.

Let me know if there is anything I should change in order to make the character fit better.

Chad's Relationship Table

Character name	Opinion

To be filled out on character approval

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

@Surtr Inc
I'm good with either to be honest.

Oh My Gods!

Shaking in the corner of the court, Kozo had little to protect himself with - the two other gods seemed to be talking and becoming more intimate by the minute, and Kozo did not enjoy the thought of them teaming up. Even without knowing him, Zhystkrexas filled him with unease, and the fact that the woman was perfectly fine with this caused him to grow uneasy. They even began to converse with one anther, and considering they were sitting so close, Kozo steadily grew more and more distressed. Luckily, another god entered the scene.

The new man was far nicer than the others had seemed - for one, he had at least tried to speak with Kozo at all. The man also seemed to be somewhat perceptive, noticing Kozo's scared disposition. With the offer of protection and to be hidden, Kozo quickly raced underneath the man's long cloak, curling up in his lap, almost like a cat.

"Yay! Kozo love hiding!"

Kozo didn't really love hiding that much - the others were scary, and he was only hiding to keep himself safe. Despite this, he felt the almost compulsive need to voice out his love for the act, an impulse he couldn't control.

Soon afterwards, even more gods and essentials began to flow in, and while many names were foreign to the small Kozo, all of the essentials names rung out to him as he saw their figures. Eventually congregating in the same area that Zhystkrexas had sat at, each essential began to take their own individual thrones. None of them seemed nearly as intimidating as Zhystkrexas - in fact, the one who Kozo didn't know the name of was the most amusing, having dropped his papers while coming inside. Kozo remained quiet throughout the entirety of the event - he did not wish to let the other gods know of his presence, especially considering he was only born recently and was unaware of his purpose here. It was better to remain quiet, and allow the others to talk among themselves.