Prosaic

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

_{April 3, 2021, Saturday, 11:43PM
CH Motel, Caulder's Hollow, North Dakota}
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Every day since his arrival at Caulder's Hollow had been hectic, a fact that he attributed to his own growing agitation. He had never liked small towns much, he felt like he could not breathe in places where everyone seemed to know everyone. It was exhausting to be perceived by so many unfamiliar faces. Every time he looked at one of them looking back at him, he wondered if they'd known Farrah, if they felt the chill of her absence like he did. There was something kind of disturbing about it all, something kind of... ominous. However, despite this odd feeling in the pit of his stomach, he had managed to stay there for about a week and he'd uncovered... almost nothing.

He'd have to go home soon, he knew that. As much as he wanted to keep poking around Caulder's Hollow to no avail, he had a life outside of his obsession with his friend's disappearance. Elias couldn't feed his cats forever and sooner or later his mother would realize that he hadn't even attempted to call home. His therapist had certainly noticed his absence, as she had been calling him on and off since he'd left New York. It was a reminder that he was missing expensive meetings and worst of all, he was drinking. He didn't really want to stop drinking but he couldn't stand to see the stupid, pouty look on his little brother's face whenever he complained about stomach trouble.

"If you weren't drinking so much, you wouldn't be so sick." Fucking kid.

So, in good faith, he was trying to slow it down. However, once he'd arrived in Caulder's Hollow, he'd found himself staring down the bottom of multiple bottles and feeling too sick to eat again. He'd have to go home soon. At least he felt guilty at home when he drank too much and woke up with the light burning his eyes but here he was free to wander outside of the hotel and light up a cigarette instead. It was good weather for it, at any rate. If he closed his eyes he could imagine that he wasn't just here to avoid his issues in New York.

He could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket, he silenced it as he took another drag from the cigarette and looked up at the sky overhead. Good weather. He thought, watching smoke crawl towards the clouds overhead. Good weather but-

A sound resonated with him, briefly brought a chill up his spine. The sound of crackling fire, of crumbling wood. The cigarette fell from his fingers as he turned to face the hotel behind him, staring at the entrance. The door was ablaze, burning with an unnatural light, all except the handle which still looked cool to the touch. He froze for a moment, staring at the fire that ate at the wood and wondering why he was the only one staring at it. There was a sharp crack as the frame started to cave over the door and he tensed at the sound. There weren't many people outside but surely, surely someone inside would be grabbing a fire hydrant or--

I'm finally fucking losing it.

He took a hesitant step forward, heard someone say something behind him but it was lost in the sound of the fire. He placed a hand on the handle, the heat made his skin feel like it was blistering and he had to squint to avoid his eyes watering. He didn't hesitate again before he passed through the burning doorway, leaving the sound of someone shouting behind him.

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He surfaced somewhere unfamiliar.

It was like no place he'd ever seen before, it certainly wasn't the hotel that he'd left behind. A black sky that looked as if the stars had been blot out, eight moons hung overhead and the buildings that stretched beyond them were alien. For a moment he thought that he had landed some place... that didn't exist at all. That maybe he'd stepped through the fire and promptly passed out but his dreams had never been so colorful or so unimaginably weird. He squinted at the neon sign ahead of him, cocked his head at it like the change of angles might clarify it. There was no clarification to be found.

Population infinity? Nonsense.

The sign flickered, light bouncing off their surroundings and making his bleary vision blearier. It flickered again and he saw the figure below the sign, how it stood long and dark, cloaked in shadows with a terrible and gaping maw. He nearly blanched in horror, wondered if it was too late to go back now that he was standing here, staring at it. It wasn't human or like any creature he'd ever seen before. He was ready to stumble backwards long before it's jaw unhinged to release the metal cords upon them. It was like something out of a horror film and he refused to stand about idly for it.

With a sharp gasp and a quick leap, he avoided the hooks with ease. He heard the one nearest to him hit the ground and scrape through it with a nasty claw. He might have felt elated but he was instead struck with concern because for the first time since he arrived, he realized he had companions. One looked a few years younger than him, the other looked a few years older, the sight of them brought him very little relief. They felt a lot like responsibility, but he had very little time to stress over it.

"Good fucking God." He said, voice a hiss through his teeth. "What the fuck?"

The younger of the two was not fortunate enough to dodge the hooks, one burying into the skin of his leg and tightening to prepare to pull him back towards the waiting jaws of the monster. He tensed, prepared to spring forward to try to help because even if he couldn't dislodge the hook, he could at least try to keep the kid from getting dragged to his doom.

The Energy Storm

_{San Francisco, California - Dark Ideas (Psychic Readings & Enlightenment)}

<sub>Money meant a lot to Simon Hart.
It was the difference between his childhood and where he stood now. Of course, many had tried to have him believe things like "money isn't everything" or "you should find joy in what you do and money will follow". He mostly attributed these teachings to bullshit. Simon Hart had seen what it was like to be poor in San Francisco, hell, he'd lived it and there was no joy to be found in crawling through the slums to afford a sandwich at the corner store. Money was everything and if he intended to stay on top of the game, he'd need to keep his audience.

The problem with Simon Hart was that he couldn't ever just... stay on one venture. It had started with petty theft (which had quickly grown boring) and it had escalated into dealings with money launderers. He didn't consider himself a criminal, not really, just someone very familiar with criminals. Sure, he'd hacked a few things, transferred a couple hundred dollars into his own accounts, lobster-trapped a few ATM cards- sure, but he wasn't a criminal. Personally he thought that "criminal" was a very dirty word to describe someone with.

He liked to consider himself an... entrepreneur. He was constantly scheming and planning and cooking up new ideas all in the pursuit of gaining money. He was good at it too, absolutely fucking great at it. It wasn't criminal to have a talent, was it? It wasn't criminal to be good at something. After his divorce with Erin, he had fallen into a slump, a dark, dark pit where he had thought he was doomed to stay. She had moved on, started dating some blond guy and taken their cat and he was just stuck.

He had remained stuck for nearly four months and it had taken a lot of work on the behalf of Amalia Mendoza to even get him moving again. Once he did start moving though, he'd fallen into his latest scheme and that was Dark Ideas. Dark Ideas was nothing special, a shitty little storefront he'd purchased on a whim but he'd turned it into a home of sorts. A ridiculous, terrible little home. The bulk of his business was rich, old white ladies and edgy people with tattoos. He kind of liked it that way.

He didn't know if he would stick to this gig forever but for now it was amusing. Mostly it was amusing how people just ate up whatever faux-prophetic nonsense he spat. He had gotten pretty good at cold-reading but it was still no exact science, every so often he'd fumble a name or a guess and he'd spend the next few minutes trying to recover his image. Sometimes people would cut the session short and demand a refund when he fumbled, sometimes they'd threaten him. He was learning to roll with the punches (sometimes literally).

Between running his business and counting his money, he hardly had time to worry about what was going on around the city. Heroes and angry government officials, it's not my business. He thought, watching the broadcast on his phone. There was always down time at Dark Ideas, quiet intervals where he could gather his thoughts or catch up with the news. More and more of this hate-mongering, on both sides. He thought grimly, deciding to stop while he was ahead. "Dangerous" this, "dangerous" that, if I could actually read the future then I'd be rolling in it. Wonder if one of those bastards is looking for a job.</sub>

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"I think I'll finish another cigarette," he responded to auburn-haired gentleman, fishing the pack from his pocket at a leisurely pace. "Don't hold up on my account. We'll certainly see you there." It was as polite as he was capable of being, because he wasn't sure he wanted to make an enemy of Doctor Green so early in this game. People tended to appear to Simon on a sliding scale of usefulness and Doctor Green struck him as someone potentially useful, maybe later on, preferably as far from Miss White as he was capable of being. Simon Hart was not cruel and he could see there was some history between the two and whatever that history was, it was not good.

It might be as simple as a disagreement or as drawn out as a past relationship, there was no way of telling without asking one of them. Which he was considering but now was not the time or the place. Another match struck in the darkness, highlighting his face in bouncing shadows before another cigarette was lit. He watched as Doctor Green waved the hawk-faced man over to join him, took a long drag on the cigarette between his fingers and exhaled tendrils of smoke into the air. Late or not, it was hard not to feel better with a cigarette in his hand.

He didn't imagine it would take too long for the proper carriage to arrive, long enough for him to try to ask Miss White what the deal with Doctor Green was, at least. Another drag was taken from the cigarette perched in his hand as he watched and waited to see if Mister Strawberry would be keen on taking the faster route to the Hall. He wouldn't blame him, it did seem inviting before all the warning bells started to go off. He supposed if it turned out that Doctor Green was some kind of grisly murderer, they'd know when they didn't see the hawkish fellow again.

Rather grim. He squashed the thought before he could expand on it. I'm sure he's not dangerous.

And at any rate, Mister Strawberry seemed capable. He didn't know why but he got the impression that the man had seen some things in his time. He didn't think he had to worry about him. For now, he'd worry about Miss White, who, even if he hadn't caught wind of discomfort from, he wouldn't have felt great about leaving in the dark with no one.

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

KEANDRE ROUX

FULL NAME

(Keandre Artus Roux)

AGE/DOB

(26 / 01 - 09 - 1995)

GENDER

(DMAB Male / He/Him)

ETHNICITY

(Caucasion)

HEIGHT/WEIGHT

(6'0" / 160 lbs)

HAIR COLOR/EYE COLOR

(Red Hair / Green Eyes)

SCARS/MARK/TATTOOS

(Completely blind right eye.)

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CURRENT OCCUPATION

(Unemployed at the time of his disappearance, he had a history of picking up contracting work.)

CURRENT RESIDENCE ADDRESS (CITY/STATE/ZIP CODE)

(New York / Manhattan)

BUSINESS ADDRESS (CITY/STATE/ZIP CODE)

(N/A)

PHONE NUMBER

(555-019-7476)

STATE OF DRIVER'S LICENSE

(New York)

E-MAIL ADDRESS

([e-mail])

PROBATION/PAROLE/SOCIAL WORKER NAME AND NUMBER

(555-900-6192)

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CLOTHING

(Modern, comfortable clothing seem to be his go-to. Friends describe his style as being "not quite flashy" and "not quite easy to ignore". He was prone to wearing steel-toed boots due to the nature of his work.)

JEWELRY

(Eyebrow/ear piercings.)

SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES

(Did not seem to use much social media, although he had a fairly active Twitter where the majority of the posts seemed to be between drunken rambling and political arguments.)

ANY PHYSICAL/MENTAL/MEDICAL CONDITIONS

(Diagnosed with BPD and pyromania in his late teens. He was attending therapy for his alcoholism before he disappeared, his therapist noted that he had abruptly stopped answering his phone at least a week before his actual disappearance, this was attributed to his disorder.)

LAST KNOWN LOCATION

(CH Motel, last seen pacing outside with a cigarette and seeming agitated before making his way back inside.)

POSSIBLE DESTINATION

(Uncertain of where he was likely going, family describes him as "distant" and "prone to wandering". His sudden trip to North Dakota struck a few people as being odd to begin with, it seems he only informed his step-brother of the decision.)

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KNOWN ACQUAINTANCES

(Holly Greco)
(Mother)
(Primary care-giver throughout childhood, Holly seems quite attached to her oldest son and was reduced to hysterics when told that he could not be found. A deeper look into the relationship between her and Keandre reveals that at times, things seemed quite strained and that she seemed to have a lack of understanding for him and his emotional patterns. Further conversations with Holly reveal that she seems to suffer from many of the same vices that Keandre did, at times she was hardly able to collect herself when spoken to due to how drunk she was. Overall, Holly Greco seems well-meaning but not very motherly.)

(Clement Roux)
(Father)
(Relationship with this individual seems near nonexistent, he was apparently entirely absent during Keandre's childhood and when an attempt was made to contact him, he could not be bothered to speak on the matter of his only son's disappearance.)

(Angelo Greco)
(Step-father)
(When contacted, Angelo Greco appeared to be better put-together than his wife, almost superficially put-together. A clean-cut gentleman with a thoughtful demeanor, he was easy enough to speak to in regards to Keandre's absence although he had an almost blase approach to it. While Keandre's mother almost refused to acknowledge his psychological problems, Angelo almost seemed to fixate on them. The relationship between Angelo and Keandre does not seem strong.)

(Elio Greco)
(Half-brother)
(Elio is a soft-spoken young man, seeming to stumble over his words at every turn. His relationship with Keandre seems strong despite how distant Keandre seems to be from the rest of his family. Elio speaks of his older brother as if he is his role model, he also notes that he is the only member of the family that Keandre contacts frequently. He was the only one to know about Keandre's trip to North Dakota.)

(Adam Donovan)
(Friend)
(Keandre frequents the bar Adam works at, the two seem quite close and Adam describes him as "a good kid but kind of f*cked up". Adam describes Keandre as often being morose or angry with little in between, he also describes him as being honest and steadfast. The two seemed to have rarely spoken outside of the bar but there was nothing but good blood between them.)

(Michael Kent)
(Past Employer)
(His relationship with Michael seems very shaky. Michael seems to have little good to say about his ex-employee and the history between them seems to be fraught with arguments.)

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RELATIONSHIP TO PREVIOUS MISSING EIGHT

(Farrah St. Pierre was a friend of his before her disappearance, although it does not seem they were extremely close. He appears to have been fond of her.)

THE DOOR

(The hotel door was briefly described as being "burning, crumbling wood", it was practically caving in on itself. There was a reported feeling of tangible heat on the air before he disappeared through it.)

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STATEMENTS

(Elio Greco)
(N/A)
("I think- I think Kea always felt sort of out of place growing up. He didn't think he mattered as much as me or- or maybe he didn't think he mattered at all. He's kind of- I'd say he's sad. He doesn't talk about how he feels much but he's always asking about other people. He has such a temper though! One wrong word and he- well- he just gets so mad. You should have seen him when he came out to my mom and dad, he went from calm to just-- He wasn't good at um- "healthy emotional outlets" but he- I don't think he would leave because of our parents or well-- not for good. He's left the state before, never for um- very long but he always came back. He likes his apartment here. He's got cats.")

(Adam Donovan)
(Bartender)
("Odd little f*cker, he comes in here about four times a week, sometimes more. He's started a few fights, usually takes them outside though, like he's doing me a favor. It's like the kid doesn't want to get blood on my floor or something. He's good company on the slow days, he'll talk you through the night but it wouldn't surprise me if someone tried to kill the guy, he didn't really know when to keep his mouth shut. He was way too honest, just said what he thought with no heed on whether or not it would piss someone off. Sometimes I'd be like, "Kid, you're gonna get shanked if you keep that up," and he'd respond with some cocky bullsh*t. He never got shanked but he got pretty close.")

(Michael Kent)
(Contracting Agent)
("He wasn't much for conversation, didn't seem to like me. He's one of those types, you feel me? If he doesn't think you're worth his time, he doesn't bother with you, but that was fine if he was doing his work. He was so erratic, he would disappear for days at a time, refuse to answer his phone. It was exhausting having to deal with him. Moody, like a rebellious teenager. I was sort of glad when he stopped showing up.")

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ATTACHMENTS

(N/A)

STATS

◈ 𝔹𝕆𝔻𝕐 ◼◼◼◼◻◻ ◈ 𝕊ℙ𝔼𝔼𝔻 ◼◼◼◼◻◻ ◈ 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔻 ◼◼◼◼◼◻ ◈ ℂ𝕆𝕆𝕃 ◼◻◻◻◻◻ ◈ 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 ◼◻◻◻◻◻ ◈

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COMBATIVE:

[+1 BODY ; -1 COOL] Keandre is good in a scrap and he likes fighting, he is someone who jumps into a tussle with little regard for how his odds line up. Unfortunately he can be somewhat aggressive and hard to work with as a result of this.

OBSERVANT:

[+2 MIND ; -2 WILL] Keandre is extremely observant, he notices little things and tends to point them out, however, his ability to notice things often leads to him chasing those things down.

ATHLETIC:

[+1 SPEED ; -1 COOL] Despite Keandre's history of substance abuse, he also has a history of athletic ventures. He is someone who needs to keep moving. However because of his history of substance abuse, he tends to become winded and aggravated when he's physically challenged.

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INVENTORY

• Messenger Bag: A brown leather bag that Keandre tends to carry just about everywhere.
• Switchblade: A nasty switchblade, which he keeps in his bag in case of emergency.
• Matches: He isn't often found without matches on his person.
• Lighters: Lighters are often frequently found on him.
• Bandages: These are mostly used but there are still some left.
• Pain Medication: Simply stated, he keeps a bottle of Advil on him.

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The Energy Storm

Scam Artist

_{Now there's an angel or a demon in my room and I confess that I can't tell the difference. She looks a lot like you, sounds a little bit like you too and she whispers, "It's gonna be okay". I don't know if that's the truth or just some cruel, strangely-elaborate prank. | Crashing through the void, remembering my family, apologies unfold into flowers of humanity. Closer than before, on the edge of being the same fuck up as before, dying in a secret.}

NAME

Simon Adam Hart

AGE

26

GENDER

Male

APPEARANCE

_{5'11" - 148 lbs - Brown Hair - Green Eyes}

Simon has always been too tall for his own good, with long legs and a thin frame, he doesn't look like much of a threat or like he can possibly hold as much liquor down as he does. He's narrow-framed, gangly and long without much muscle to speak of. He's very pale although he's covered in a scattering of freckles, blotchy, messy freckles that spot his face and body.

He has sharp, youthful features and cat-like green eyes. He has dark eyelashes and thin eyebrows that can often be found raised questioningly into his hairline.

Simon has extremely messy, curly dark brown hair. He very rarely fixes this mop top up but it's come to sort of suit him and his demeanor. He tends to dress quite eccentrically, leaning almost comically into his role as a phony psychic.

ETHNICITY

Caucasion

SEXUAL ORIENTATION

Bisexual

RELIGION

Atheist

OCCUPATION

Scam Artist/Fake Psychic

ABILITY

N/A

BACKSTORY

Life was never easy for Simon Hart, his birth was hard on his mother physically and resulted ultimately in her death which lead to the inevitable depression of his father. Thomas Hart could hardly bare the death of his wife and this caused Simon's childhood to be... fraught with chaos. Simon had to learn to rely on himself quite early and despite how rough this was on him, it turned out to be useful in some ways. Simon didn't need anyone's help and he made a point of that as he grew older.

Despite a strained relationship with his father, he found himself trying to help him as he moved into taking odd jobs throughout high school. Simon didn't feel he owed his father anything but he still felt it was wrong to leave him hanging when he couldn't exactly take care of himself. So, as Simon got out of high school, he set about bigger and better things. A scholarship put Simon through college for computer science and in some ways, he felt he should be grateful. In other ways, he felt he could be doing something better.

Simon met a young lady in college who went by the name Erin. Erin and Simon hit it off quite well and the two were terribly close. Their relationship often looked turbulent from the outside but Simon seemed terribly devoted to Erin. Simon would eventually drop out of college due to an inability to focus but he would also eventually become engaged to Erin. They would marry off in a courthouse a month later.

The two would remain together for maybe a year after this as Simon set about his more... illegal ventures. Erin would slowly but surely grow tired of her odd and flighty husband, and she would be the one to file for divorce after abruptly leaving their single-bedroom apartment and taking their cat. Simon would take this quite hard and fall into a near inconsolable depression as a result.

It would be maybe three months later when he'd start advertising his "Psychic Readings". This would be a relatively silent business before abruptly picking up traction alongside his other scams and gambles. Currently Simon remains... not quite wealthy but fairly well off and still sees to his father every so often.

The Energy Storm

Rot Boy

_{So I'm swinging like a fist fight, concrete colored basement, alright, alright. Let's keep this clean, as clean as you like. It probably won't get easier, just easier to hide. | All this time I've been lied to. You're always in between, I go too far. You know I got the anger of a burning sun, say hold up just a minute, don't burn me now.}

NAME

Devan Joseph Flores

AGE

28

GENDER

Male

APPEARANCE

_{5'7" - 145 lbs - Brown Hair - Blue Eyes}

Devan is built compact and short, he only stands in around five foot seven inches although he looks a bit shorter upon first glance. His build is wiry with muscle and he is very lean, he can easily be compared to a dancer in frame. He has broad shoulders and a broad chest although this is somewhat due to how compact his muscular distribution is.

His skin tone is olive and spotted with dark freckles that are evenly scattered across his body. His fingertips are usually blackened with rot, his nails are almost always cracked. He tends to keep his hands wrapped in gauze as a result of this.

His hair is often kept just a bit too long and it tends to be somewhat messy. He almost never seems to keep his hair brushed and as a result it winds up hanging across his forehead and nose. He has a pretty face with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, his eyes are heavy-lidded and a very light blue in shade. He has a full mouth that's often down-turned and somewhat somber.

ETHNICITY

Latino

SEXUAL ORIENTATION

Bisexual

RELIGION

Agnostic

OCCUPATION

EMT

ABILITY

Necrosis Inducement: The ability to cause the rapid decay of organic matter, this ability has little effect on inorganic matter and has the unfortunate side effect of backfiring on Devan's own skin.

BACKSTORY

Devan was born the youngest of three children to a frankly somewhat impoverished family, his mother was quite kind and doting while his father was distant and sometimes hard to get along with. He grew up strong and he grew up smart, a hard-working young man with a desire to help people or... at least be involved in helping people. While his problems with his father sometimes held him back or made him reluctant to pursue certain things, he managed to push on despite this.

It could be said that Devan was angry in some ways, that he tended to lash out at people he cared about but it couldn't be said that he wasn't trying. Whatever internal crisis he was dealing with as a result of his shaky upbringing came second to his pursuit of a career where he was hands-on with those around him. He was a good fit for his chosen path as an EMT, taking to it with ease and helping provide for his mother and siblings.

Things looked fine until the Energy Storm swept through the United States, it was quite worrisome when he was struck ill. It was even more worrisome when his powers began to develop, surprising him with the cruelty of what they could reap.

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

KEANDRE ROUX

FULL NAME

(Keandre Artus Roux)

AGE/DOB

(26 / 01 - 09 - 1995)

GENDER

(DMAB Male / He/Him)

ETHNICITY

(Caucasion)

HEIGHT/WEIGHT

(6'0" / 160 lbs)

HAIR COLOR/EYE COLOR

(Red Hair / Green Eyes)

SCARS/MARK/TATTOOS

(Completely blind right eye.)

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CURRENT OCCUPATION

(Unemployed at the time of his disappearance, he had a history of picking up contracting work.)

CURRENT RESIDENCE ADDRESS (CITY/STATE/ZIP CODE)

(New York / Manhattan)

BUSINESS ADDRESS (CITY/STATE/ZIP CODE)

(N/A)

PHONE NUMBER

(555-019-7476)

STATE OF DRIVER'S LICENSE

(New York)

E-MAIL ADDRESS

([e-mail])

PROBATION/PAROLE/SOCIAL WORKER NAME AND NUMBER

(555-900-6192)

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CLOTHING

(Modern, comfortable clothing seem to be his go-to. Friends describe his style as being "not quite flashy" and "not quite easy to ignore". He was prone to wearing steel-toed boots due to the nature of his work.)

JEWELRY

(Eyebrow/ear piercings.)

SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES

(Did not seem to use much social media, although he had a fairly active Twitter where the majority of the posts seemed to be between drunken rambling and political arguments.)

ANY PHYSICAL/MENTAL/MEDICAL CONDITIONS

(Diagnosed with BPD and pyromania in his late teens. He was attending therapy for his alcoholism before he disappeared, his therapist noted that he had abruptly stopped answering his phone at least a week before his actual disappearance, this was attributed to his disorder.)

LAST KNOWN LOCATION

(CH Motel, last seen pacing outside with a cigarette and seeming agitated before making his way back inside.)

POSSIBLE DESTINATION

(Uncertain of where he was likely going, family describes him as "distant" and "prone to wandering". His sudden trip to North Dakota struck a few people as being odd to begin with, it seems he only informed his step-brother of the decision.)

- -- LINE BREAK -- -

KNOWN ACQUAINTANCES

(Holly Greco)
(Mother)
(Primary care-giver throughout childhood, Holly seems quite attached to her oldest son and was reduced to hysterics when told that he could not be found. A deeper look into the relationship between her and Keandre reveals that at times, things seemed quite strained and that she seemed to have a lack of understanding for him and his emotional patterns. Further conversations with Holly reveal that she seems to suffer from many of the same vices that Keandre did, at times she was hardly able to collect herself when spoken to due to how drunk she was. Overall, Holly Fontain seems well-meaning but not very motherly.)

(Clement Roux)
(Father)
(Relationship with this individual seems near nonexistent, he was apparently entirely absent during Keandre's childhood and when an attempt was made to contact him, he could not be bothered to speak on the matter of his only son's disappearance.)

(Angelo Greco)
(Step-father)
(When contacted, Angelo Greco appeared to be better put-together than his wife, almost superficially put-together. A clean-cut gentleman with a thoughtful demeanor, he was easy enough to speak to in regards to Keandre's absence although he had an almost blase approach to it. While Keandre's mother almost refused to acknowledge his psychological problems, Angelo almost seemed to fixate on them. The relationship between Angelo and Keandre does not seem strong.)

(Elio Greco)
(Half-brother)
(Elio is a soft-spoken young man, seeming to stumble over his words at every turn. His relationship with Keandre seems strong despite how distant Keandre seems to be from the rest of his family. Elio speaks of his older brother as if he is his role model, he also notes that he is the only member of the family that Keandre contacts frequently. He was the only one to know about Keandre's trip to North Dakota.)

(Adam Donovan)
(Friend)
(Keandre frequents the bar Adam works at, the two seem quite close and Adam describes him as "a good kid but kind of f*cked up". Adam describes Keandre as often being morose or angry with little in between, he also describes him as being honest and steadfast. The two seemed to have rarely spoken outside of the bar but there was nothing but good blood between them.)

(Michael Kent)
(Past Employer)
(His relationship with Michael seems very shaky. Michael seems to have little good to say about his ex-employee and the history between them seems to be fraught with arguments.)

- -- LINE BREAK -- -

RELATIONSHIP TO PREVIOUS MISSING EIGHT

(Farrah St. Pierre was a friend of his before her disappearance, although it does not seem they were extremely close. He appears to have been fond of her.)

THE DOOR

(The hotel door was briefly described as being "burning, crumbling wood", it was practically caving in on itself. There was a reported feeling of tangible heat on the air before he disappeared through it.)

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STATEMENTS

(Elio Greco)
(N/A)
("I think- I think Kea always felt sort of out of place growing up. He didn't think he mattered as much as me or- or maybe he didn't think he mattered at all. He's kind of- I'd say he's sad. He doesn't talk about how he feels much but he's always asking about other people. He has such a temper though! One wrong word and he- well- he just gets so mad. You should have seen him when he came out to my mom and dad, he went from calm to just-- He wasn't good at um- "healthy emotional outlets" but he- I don't think he would leave because of our parents or well-- not for good. He's left the state before, never for um- very long but he always came back. He likes his apartment here. He's got cats.")

(Adam Donovan)
(Bartender)
("Odd little f*cker, he comes in here about four times a week, sometimes more. He's started a few fights, usually takes them outside though, like he's doing me a favor. It's like the kid doesn't want to get blood on my floor or something. He's good company on the slow days, he'll talk you through the night but it wouldn't surprise me if someone tried to kill the guy, he didn't really know when to keep his mouth shut. He was way too honest, just said what he thought with no heed on whether or not it would piss someone off. Sometimes I'd be like, "Kid, you're gonna get shanked if you keep that up," and he'd respond with some cocky bullsh*t. He never got shanked but he got pretty close.")

(Michael Kent)
(Contracting Agent)
("He wasn't much for conversation, didn't seem to like me. He's one of those types, you feel me? If he doesn't think you're worth his time, he doesn't bother with you, but that was fine if he was doing his work. He was so erratic, he would disappear for days at a time, refuse to answer his phone. It was exhausting having to deal with him. Moody, like a rebellious teenager. I was sort of glad when he stopped showing up.")

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STATS

◈ 𝔹𝕆𝔻𝕐 ◼◼◼◼◻◻ ◈ 𝕊ℙ𝔼𝔼𝔻 ◼◼◼◼◻◻ ◈ 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔻 ◼◼◼◼◼◻ ◈ ℂ𝕆𝕆𝕃 ◼◻◻◻◻◻ ◈ 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 ◼◻◻◻◻◻ ◈

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COMBATIVE:

[+1 BODY ; -1 COOL] Keandre is good in a scrap and he likes fighting, he is someone who jumps into a tussle with little regard for how his odds line up. Unfortunately he can be somewhat aggressive and hard to work with as a result of this.

OBSERVANT:

[+2 MIND ; -2 WILL] Keandre is extremely observant, he notices little things and tends to point them out, however, his ability to notice things often leads to him chasing those things down.

ATHLETIC:

[+1 SPEED ; -1 COOL] Despite Keandre's history of substance abuse, he also has a history of athletic ventures. He is someone who needs to keep moving. However because of his history of substance abuse, he tends to become winded and aggravated when he's physically challenged.

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INVENTORY

• Messenger Bag: A brown leather bag that Keandre tends to carry just about everywhere.
• Switchblade: A nasty switchblade, which he keeps in his bag in case of emergency.
• Matches: He isn't often found without matches on his person.
• Lighters: Lighters are often frequently found on him.
• Bandages: These are mostly used but there are still some left.
• Pain Medication: Simply stated, he keeps a bottle of Advil on him.

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

I'll be getting started on a sheet tonight, I'm sort of debating on which of my characters I want to use but I'm excited!

The Energy Storm, Superhuman RP

Interested!