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Multi-Interest Check of Interests

I like just about all these so I’m down for whatever but just so it’s on record, Fall of Metro is bottom of my list. I still think it’d be fun and I’ll join if that’s what we go with but I’m not voting for it if we’re going the democracy route with which game gets made.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Wendy woke with a start. He rubbed his eyes as he struggled to recall what had woke him but all to quickly he regretted his internal inquiry as he remembered his dream. The dream was close to a nightmare but something about it reminded him about the good times, back on the property. That said, it's content seemed to be an ill-omen, a precursor of things to-

No. This thought process was dangerous. He was still wondering where his brothers and sisters had went but he had to kick this way of thought. Dreams were dreams, the mind processing the info that the brain had taken in. With this rationalization cemented, Wendy checked his watch and got up from his couch and strode across his empty apartment. Aside from a couple of kitchen appliances and the couch, Wendy had very little to his name. He sifted through a pile of clothes on the floor, grabbing a dress shirt and socks, before putting on his work suit so graciously given to him by Brother Grim.

A handful of minutes later, Wendy was leaving the apartment, bagel in hand and smile on his face. He gave a nod to one of his neighbours who was just coming home for the evening who reciprocated the gesture but quickly made their way inside. Small talk wasn't something he got into much with his neighbours. He knew he was a little off-putting, price to pay for isolated with a group of like-minded 'whackjobs'. Despite this Wendy would keep his best foot forward and hopefully he'd break through one day.

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With his binder under one arm and two hands full of seven coffees (via coffee trays), Wendy carefully made his way into the room. He quickly put his his drinks down on the table before taking stock of the room. He noticed a woman who had already taken her seat. Popping two of the coffees out of the tray, Wendy walked over and placed one down beside the woman.

"Not sure if you're a coffee drinker but I figured a little caffeine would help keep everyone present." Wendy commented as he looped back around and took a seat on the other side of the table.

"I don't think we've met yet; I'm Peter." Wendy said, extending his arm across the table for a handshake, confidently though the confidence deflated a little as he corrected himself.

"Sorry Wendell, well Wendy. I got by my middle name Wendell; not Peter. But most people call me Wendy." he clarified, getting his facts straight and laid out.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Going to try to get mine up tonight, had a busy weekend but should have some time to buckle down today.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Sorry, thought I moved my CS over to the character tab already. Just did.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

P E T E R W E N D E L L 'W E N D Y' H O L L I O D A Y

_{P E T E R W E N D E L L 'W E N D Y' H O L L I O D A Y
◄ 30 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'6" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

Most would describe Wendy as 'off'. His eyes rarely linger anywhere, shifting to anything and anything within eye sight. He puts on a professional guise but most can see through the smoke a mirrors and tell that's not how he would naturally act. His more natural mannerisms are a mystery to most given, despite his seemingly friendly demeanour, he is quick to trust but slow to bond with. He rarely breaks 'character' and is always seems to be high-strung but affable.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

A good chunky of Wendy's life was spent in isolation. He wasn't the most sociable kid growing up but wasn't bullied for it either; his peers left him alone for the most part. Wendy would try to put himself out there more as he moved onto high school and eventually college but he wasn't able to find any close friends or social hobbies that he could stick with. His long standing isolation would come to an end when he was handed out a leaflet while on campus one day; an ad for a pastor giving a sermon on campus later that week.

Wendy had tried religion before but, like most things he tried, he would give up on it after attending the church a couple times. This time was different though; the pastor's words were speaking to Wendy and whether it was some religious awakening or the speaker's natural social magnetism, Wendy found himself hooked. Finally finding a community he felt comfortable with, Wendy threw himself into the organization by volunteering for events, studying scripture and bonding with his new brothers and sisters.

Things were going well for Wendy until his new community started getting some scrutiny from outsiders. In response, the faith's leader held a fund-raising event with members to buy a plot of land for the group. Needless to say the zealots raised the money and the group moved off the grid, Wendy included. Over the coming months the group would become more and more self-sufficent as well as more isolated. Wendy learned many a new skills while tolling away on the property and further cemented his identity as a member of the group.

Nothing good lasts forever though.

Wendy was sent on a rare trip to the outside world for supplies, only to return to an empty lot. Seemingly the whole community had vanished; cars were still around, tasks left half completed and the occasional set of footprints ending where more should continue. He stayed in the building for some time, waiting and hoping for the others return that would never come. In the coming months Wendy would move on, getting a job and spending every ounce of his free time looking into finding his missing brothers and sisters. He would eventually be approached by NSPD about the supposed 'cult' that he was a part of; at the time he didn't see it that way but the longer he was cut off, the more he realized what he had been mixed up in. Wendy couldn't provide much more info on the group that the police didn't already know but this encounter planted the seed in Wendy's head on joining law enforcement. While at most times he may not have a chance of joining their ranks, with the advent of the Morse Code Killer a person of Wendy's veiwpoint may be of some help.

_{2045 - CENSUS}

Known Felon

_{M E M O R I E S}

Charlie "Brother Grim" Rami - A former member of the unnamed cult, Brother Grim is recluse and was a high ranking member of the community before leaving for seemingly no reason. He rarely likes to talk about himself but will go on about the cult's ideology and other beliefs from a more academic standpoint.

Susan "Sister Suzy" Wren - Not really a member of the cult, Suzy was a person of 'questionable morals' who sold harder to get items to the community. Suzy and Wendy didn't speak much prior to the others' disappearances but the two struck up a friendship after the two met up in the abandoned plot of land.

_{O L D - S A M - B R O W N E}

- Book Bag
- Old Cellphone
- 9mm Beretta
- A binder filled with notes taken down of given from Brother Grim on known cults, beliefs and some more supernatural 'facts'.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

P E T E R W E N D E L L 'W E N D Y' H O L L I O D A Y

_{P E T E R W E N D E L L 'W E N D Y' H O L L I O D A Y
◄ 30 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'6" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}
Most would describe Wendy as 'off'. His eyes rarely linger anywhere, shifting to anything and anything within eye sight. He puts on a professional guise but most can see through the smoke a mirrors and tell that's not how he would naturally act. His more natural mannerisms are a mystery to most given, despite his seemingly friendly demeanour, he is quick to trust but slow to bond with. He rarely breaks 'character' and is always seems to be high-strung but affable.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}
A good chunky of Wendy's life was spent in isolation. He wasn't the most sociable kid growing up but wasn't bullied for it either; his peers left him alone for the most part. Wendy would try to put himself out there more as he moved onto high school and eventually college but he wasn't able to find any close friends or social hobbies that he could stick with. His long standing isolation would come to an end when he was handed out a leaflet while on campus one day; an ad for a pastor giving a sermon on campus later that week.

Wendy had tried religion before but, like most things he tried, he would give up on it after attending the church a couple times. This time was different though; the pastor's words were speaking to Wendy and whether it was some religious awakening or the speaker's natural social magnetism, Wendy found himself hooked. Finally finding a community he felt comfortable with, Wendy threw himself into the organization by volunteering for events, studying scripture and bonding with his new brothers and sisters.

Things were going well for Wendy until his new community started getting some scrutiny from outsiders. In response, the faith's leader held a fund-raising event with members to buy a plot of land for the group. Needless to say the zealots raised the money and the group moved off the grid, Wendy included. Over the coming months the group would become more and more self-sufficent as well as more isolated. Wendy learned many a new skills while tolling away on the property and further cemented his identity as a member of the group.

Nothing good lasts forever though.

Wendy was sent on a rare trip to the outside world for supplies, only to return to an empty lot. Seemingly the whole community had vanished; cars were still around, tasks left half completed and the occasional set of footprints ending where more should continue. He stayed in the building for some time, waiting and hoping for the others return that would never come. In the coming months Wendy would move on, getting a job and spending every ounce of his free time looking into finding his missing brothers and sisters. He would eventually be approached by NSPD about the supposed 'cult' that he was a part of; at the time he didn't see it that way but the longer he was cut off, the more he realized what he had been mixed up in. Wendy couldn't provide much more info on the group that the police didn't already know but this encounter planted the seed in Wendy's head on joining law enforcement. While at most times he may not have a chance of joining their ranks, with the advent of the Morse Code Killer a person of Wendy's veiwpoint may be of some help.

_{2045 - CENSUS}
Known Felon

_{M E M O R I E S}
Charlie "Brother Grim" Rami - A former member of the unnamed cult, Brother Grim is recluse and was a high ranking member of the community before leaving for seemingly no reason. He rarely likes to talk about himself but will go on about the cult's ideology and other beliefs from a more academic standpoint.

Susan "Sister Suzy" Wren - Not really a member of the cult, Suzy was a person of 'questionable morals' who sold harder to get items to the community. Suzy and Wendy didn't speak much prior to the others' disappearances but the two struck up a friendship after the two met up in the abandoned plot of land.

_{O L D - S A M - B R O W N E}
- Book Bag
- Old Cellphone
- 9mm Beretta
- A binder filled with notes taken down of given from Brother Grim on known cults, beliefs and some more supernatural 'facts'.

The Prophecy of Ash (A Dark Souls RP) ~Re-Boot?~

I'll try to keep the interest momentum going and toss my hat in here too. I've got another CS I need to finish up before working on one for this though fyi.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Got an ex-cult member character in the works right now but probably won’t be able to get anything up for him until Sunday. I’m on the road moving right now so not a load of time to type

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

I gotta get a CS up quick, I've had two ideas that other people are running with now lol.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Dang, too late to grab the PI lol. I’ll give the OOC a better look when I get home tonight but I’m stoked for this.