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I haven't had a Night at the Opera in quite some time.

All We Do for Gold

Title: None
Name: Jane Adriana Guerrero
Alias: "Pockets"
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Blood Type: O+

Has your character killed?: Once.

Characters Appearance: A slight woman with short dark hair, narrow brown eyes, and dusty tan skin. Not someone who'd stand out, and she dresses to be overlooked (or mistaken for a man), favoring well-worn jeans and work shirts. The only accessory she sports is a small pendant that belonged to her mother, and she generally keeps that hidden.

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Notable Skills:
Light Fingers: The talent of making things disappear, whether it's from an unobserved surface or somebody's person.
Knifework: Jane's favorite method of self-defense is staying unnoticed. Her second-favorite is a display of intimidation with a blade. Her least favorite is following through on the threat, but most certainly has that ability.
Hoofing It: When being quiet fails, it helps to be fast. And Jane is fast.

Special Knowledge:
Locksmithing: While Jane's main concern is the opening of locks, she also has a knack for delicate mechanisms. In another life, she would have made a fine watchmaker.
Streetwise: Growing up in a rough neighborhood and then moving to a rougher one gave Jane an easy familiarity with the criminal element.
Gambling: If it's cards or dice, she's played the game and she knows the cheats.
Art Appreciation: Despite her modest means, Jane was always drawn to the beauty of the visual arts. If anyone asks, though, it's for fencing purposes.

Powers:
Silver Tongue: Jane can tell a lie, and anyone will believe her for the moment. She could say the sky was green, and you'd believe it until you gave it a moment's thought. Or until you looked up.
What Dreams May Come: On the rare occasion that Jane gets a full night's sleep, she dreams of impossible places; sunken cities, distant planets, the thrones of ancient gods. Sometimes she takes their secrets to the waking world.

Characters Personality: In a word, shifty. She's accustomed enough to dangerous locales that she's always on alert, keeping one eye open for threats wherever they may appear. She can put on a friendly face, but she hasn't trusted anyone since she lost her family. Tends to see acts of kindness as debts to be repaid.

Motivations: "Get rich or die trying, right? I'll take that bet."

Personal Effects:

• A finely-made Italian stiletto
• A deck of subtly marked playing cards
• A small lockbox containing (rather decent) sketches of her dreams

Extra Information: Nothing yet.

All we do for Gold [Weird West Horror Mystery RP]

I'm definitely interested in joining up.

Home is the Regiment: A BattleTech Tale - a Fading Memory experiment.

You've got my interest, I'm a bit of a dabbler in BT lore but I have been picking it up through some of the more recent games and some BPL videos.

Dark Dagger

Sorry I've gone silent, had a lot going on. I'll try and get back into it as soon as possible, but no need to wait on me at the moment.

Blackharbour

Megan Connor

- Chapter I -
The External

Name: Megan Connor

Appearance

Age: 20
Birthday: 3/22
Gender: Female
Sex: Female
Pronouns: She/Her

Country of Origin: USA (Boston, Massachusetts)

Physical Description: A slim redhead with decent curves and a casual smile that often conceals her emotions. Stands at 5'4" and favors punkish attire, especially band shirts with intricate album art.

Physical Disabilities: Nearsightedness, wears contacts. (Used to be teased for wearing glasses, and she'd rather be half-blind than be seen in them.)

Other: Speaks in the peculiar blend of New England and Irish accents common to South Boston (Southie) natives, and swears like a sailor because she grew up around sailors.

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- Chapter II -
The Internal

Brief Psychological Profile: Megan is a classic troubled youth in many respects. She seeks out thrills without regard to the harm they may cause herself, and engages in unhealthy habits rather than confronting her issues. Despite this, she functions quite well in most respects, maintaining good social relationships and academic performance. Something in her seems to tell her when a line can't be crossed.

Mental Disabilities: Bipolar disorder (untreated), early-stage alcoholism

Likes: Spicy food, pop-punk, metal of all stripes, poetry, adrenaline, mythology

Dislikes: Winter, video games, elitists

Fears & Phobias: Driving, hospitals, being trapped

Trauma: Father was severely alcoholic, causing him to die in a car accident when Megan was ten years old. She prefers to blame the weather and the other driver rather than the fact he was heading home from his favorite bar.

Secrets: She's deep in the closet, despite [REDACTED].

Hobbies: Rollerblading, bass guitar, songwriting, tabletop RPGs (though she keeps that one quiet)

Outlook on Life: Cheerfully nihilistic; she feels that life holds no inherent meaning, but that just means there's no reason to worry about achieving something big. Just do what you want and enjoy it, as long as you aren't hurting other people.

Would they return a shopping trolley if nobody was around to see them do it?: Yes, except on really cold days.

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- Chapter III -
The Spirit

Religion: Catholic

On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in that which they worship?: 2, she only attends Mass on Christmas and Easter most years (and then only because she's at her mother's house)

On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in themselves?: Too variable to quantify. Ranges from 10 at the peak of a manic phase to 0 in the depths of depression.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in others?: 4. She's been let down by her family, and has a difficult time believing anyone is as good as they seem.

What would it take to convince them to kill an innocent person?: Being convinced they were not as innocent as they seem. (She often sees the worst in people.)

Would they ever resort to cannibalism in a desperate situation?: Yes, but not if it meant killing the victim.

Would they ever resort to cannibalism in a non-desperate situation?: No.

Does your character enjoy inflicting pain upon others, or having pain inflicted upon them?: Sometimes both, when depressed.

Has your character ever committed any crimes? If so, what were they? How severe?: Graffiti and petty vandalism in high school, plus underage drinking and smoking that continues to this day.

Does your character consider themselves a sinner?: Oh yes.

Why?: [REDACTED]. She also believes in things that most definitely count as heretical.

If the world ended, or was about to end, what would they do?: Try and find her faith again.

Would they like to be a Hero?: Yes, but she doesn't feel like that's a real possibility.

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- Chapter IV -
The Past and Future

Brief Biography: Megan was born to a fairly typical working-class family for her area; her father worked on the docks and her mother waited tables at a local restaurant. She has one older brother, Michael, who was born four years ahead of her. Her early life was fairly uneventful, but that changed one snowy night in January when a police officer showed up at the door bearing the worst news. Her father had been driving home from a nearby bar, drifted off the road, jumped a snowbank, and wrapped the car around a tree.

Life changed for the worse almost immediately. Without their father's union job, her mother had to take another in the daytime, leaving Michael and Megan to look after each other and the house almost all the time. Michael took the loss harder than his sister did, and began acting out, skipping school and getting into trouble on a weekly basis. Their mother tried to get him back on the right track, but having to divide her time between two jobs and two kids meant that one thing or another would be getting the short straw, and that thing was Megan. She spent a lot of time at home alone with her thoughts, and one way she'd filled that time was by listening to her dad's music collection and learning to play along to the rhythm on his old bass. Her dad had been a big fan of classic metal, and hearing the voices of gloom and anger helped her through her own emotions, of which gloom and anger were becoming dominant.

When Michael dropped out and left home on his 18th birthday, things changed for Megan. Her mother, determined not to make the same mistakes twice, focused much more on Megan and ensuring that she kept her grades up. While Megan did manage her schooling quite well, nothing she did was quite enough, and she began to understand her brother's drive to rebel. As the days of high school dragged on, she began listening to that drive more often, getting away with petty crimes while keeping up the veneer of an honors student. When she graduated, she had a few scholarship offers, but she found Blackmoore most enticing due to its good reputation in several fields (she had no idea what to major in) and its location, not too close to home but not on the other end of the country either.

Once at the school, Megan finally felt free to be herself for the most part, but still felt the frequent urge to do something wild. She tended to keep herself busy outside classes, either with music, parties, or the Occult Club. She wasn't exactly the type to immerse herself in the supernatural, but she'd been the first to actually respond to the flyer, it turned out to be an interesting bunch to hang out with, and she was intrigued by the idea of possibly discovering the truth behind some of her stranger experiences, especially things she'd seen since moving to Blackharbour.

If your character could live a perfect life, what would that life be?: Party non-stop in some big city. Probably in Europe.

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- Chapter V -
Blood Bonds

What is your character's relationship like with their immediate family?: Generally distant. Her mother withdrew emotionally after her father's death, and she doesn't like the person her older brother has become.

How many friends does your character feel as if they have?: Just a couple. She gets on well enough with most people, but only considers someone a friend of they've seen her bad side and choose to stick around.

What's your character's relationship with the town of Blackharbour?: Fairly neutral. She enjoys the atmosphere, but to her it's mostly a place to go to school.

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- Chapter VI -
The Supernatural

Has your character ever seen ghosts or worse?: She thinks so. Just one ghost, but she's seen it several times. The only reason she doubts it is because she's only seen it when she's seriously sloshed.

Does your character believe in the supernatural?: Yes. She figures that there are quite a few things the Church doesn't want people to know about, and they fascinate her.

Has your character ever been to Blackharbour's Lighthouse?: Once as a freshman, as part of sorority initiation. She was made to spend the night there with other pledges, and attributes any strangeness she saw or heard to the sisters hazing them.

Has your character ever eaten any Blackshells? If so, how often?: Absolutely not, and she wouldn't unless she was dying of starvation.

Does your character have any psychic abilities? If so, please describe them: [REDACTED]

Has your character ever seen someone jump from the Leap of Faith?: No.

Has your character ever gone to jump from the Leap of Faith?: Yes, alone, but backed down.

Has your character ever seen the ghost of Old Rowan?: No.

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- Chapter VII -
The Occult Club

What was your character's relationship with the Leader?: She considers him a real friend. Someone who saw the worst of her and didn't even blink.

What do they remember the Leader's name as?: Spookyboy. (Or Victor, but she hasn't called him that in ages.)

When did they last see the Leader?: At around 9 pm on the day of his disappearance. [REDACTED]

What is your character's relationship with X?: TBD

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- Chapter VIII -
Miscellaneous

Favorite song: She's Kerosene - The Interrupters
Hex code f26522

Dark Dagger

Callista had kept quiet as they eventually made their way down to the vaults; Arin seemed to have the situation well in hand, and he clearly had more experience convincing nobility to go along with his plans. So she kept her eyes sharp, watching for any peculiar behavior... Not that there was any shortage of that among their assembled group.

Once the vault was opened, Callista had to catch the gasp of excitement rising from her chest. Anything in here would be a bigger score than she'd ever seen; she understood the appeal now. She was being closely watched, though, and even if that wasn't the case she would have to be a far greater fool than she was to try and sneak herself a bonus. Instead, she listened to the others as she circled the room, running her fingers over the walls and searching for anything out of place.

"Well, between the secret lock and the regular for behind that, we've got some real talent on our hands. Not only would they had to get that secret wall open, with a certain type of blood no less, but our thief would have had to know exactly where that blood needed to be. Either they had to detect the presence of a secret door, Ernestus might be able to check if the magic is visible to a wizard, or they had to observe it being opened."

She sighed and poked at a chipped bit of mortar.

"Still a lot of questions there, I'm afraid... And it doesn't help that I have my own theory to add."

She knocked on the wall and frowned.

"I'm not sure the thief used that door at all. A thief only uses the front door if that's the only option. If I wanted to get into a vault like this, I'd find a weak point in the walls and get in through there... But we'd need more time here to determine that."

She stood up and sighed.

"Is there anything else we should know here, or are you planning on having these fine gents here drag us to our horses?"

Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

"Yep, I think so anyway. Could have eaten something weird, taken a nap, and dreamed being here... Nope, passed the reality check. Heh, which means I'm not dreaming you up..."

Well, that settled it. Nobody else in a dream would consider the possibility... Also, was he hitting on her with that last bit?

So not the time to be focused on that.

Though, looking around the awakening group, she did seem calmer than many of them. One actually pointed it out, and she turned toward him.

"I wouldn't say I'm freaking out... More intrigued than anything. I remember drifting off at the bus stop listening to music, he," she indicated Brenton, "was off camping, one was on the bus... And she," gesturing toward Aubrey this time, "doesn't even sound like she fell asleep at all. So, unless there's a factor we have yet to consider, it doesn't seem like we have anything in common."

Annette sat down on the grass and steepled her fingers in thought, a habit she had formed intentionally as she liked the air of gravitas it lent her.

"So. Not only should we be considering where we are and how we got here... But why are we all here? Is this some kind of coincidence, or were we gathered?"

A rhetorical question, of course. Coincidence is just a word for people who don't know how to spot a pattern.

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

@Kuroakuma I'd like to reserve a spot as an Occult Club member. I might be interested in the English teacher as a second character as well.

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

Quite interested! Looks like plenty of well-written setting and secrets to uncover.