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Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Erik Setrakian

"Black cats are bad luck, don't you know?"

_______________________________________________ Erik Setrakian He/Him | 27 | Eurasian | 6'0 | 175LBs. _______________________________________________ Hurt. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents ___________________________________ [+] [Investigator] ⫻ Skilled with an eye for detail and leaving no rock unturned, Erik has excelled as an investigator. Having the grit, gusto and courage to look where others would turn a blind out. [Brusier] ⫻ Quick on his feet and heavy with his hands, Erik is a bruiser and one who doesn't pull his punches. [Lexicon of the Occult] ⫻ Erik has a collected knowledge of first-hand accounts, books, and other secrets about the 'occult' real or not he investigates the paranormal. Vampires, Ghosts, Zombies, if it exists Erik has heard of it.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "It's all about style, style kills and if you dress right nobody can oppose you." Erik stands at an easy six foot even, dressed in the latest clothing for any occasion it can make a statement in the room with his attire. It can bleak, stark blood red or full of grit, despair and hopelessness. Often seen sporting a signature leather jacket despite the climate along with jeans and black boots, Erik has his hair parted or gelled in a comb over fade. His face is denoted with tattoos of the time he spent with an Asian State Prison gang. Erik is of an athletic build and carries himself with an air of authority, he looks like a killer but some might get the vibes of a poet or someone in search of their past. Hurt, distraught, and untrusting all good traits of a paranormal investigator.

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"It all started with a girl named Eleanor Black."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Clear his name, Eleanor is the reason he did a five year stretch in state prison. Find Eleanor Black, and she will clear his name surely.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Death is not the end, there are things in this world that are unexplained. We live in the grace of gods, demons and giants. Insects on a mortal plane, everything below us is sleepimg. Do we awaken the sleeper or live above the ancients in bliss?

SECRETS ⫻ Erik is a convicted violent felon with a bad past and a distaste for law enforcement, all these issues are omitted when searching up this Private Detective.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexual

FEARS ⫻ Fear of failing, or going back to jail. Never clearing his name.

WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ Eleanor was Erik's boyfriend. E&E, because of her Erik ended up in jail for her.

FLAWS ⫻ Erik is a hot head, and a big mouth sometimes he can get himself into trouble without thinking. He is head strong, often acting on feelings rather than fact.

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"I was just trying to get out of East LA, make a name for myself..."

Growing up in East LA, everyone was just trying to get out. Not everyone was fortunate to make it out the streets and those who did often ended up in Twin Towers Correctional Facility or in a shallow. Erik ended up working the streets at a young age, running with various groups and outfits to make a quick buck. Almost failing high school, Erik's life was changed forever when he ran into Eleanor Black. She was smart, somewhat of a nerdy yet she took an interest in Erik. Somewhat of a tough guy, a shot caller of sorts she saw potential in someone who saw nothing in themself. They kicked it off, soon becoming good friends before they began dating in Senior year. It was Eleanor who helped him back off from that lifestyle for better or for worse.

They both started university together, UCLA he went for an undetermined major and Erik couldn't remember what she was taking truth be told. She was there, always together, the pair were always happy. Eventually, all good things come to an end, the light turns to dark or things just turn sour. It was at the end of their second year when Eleanor had Erik take her to a warehouse within the ports. It was a strange date, but she had framed it as important. A discovery of a lifetime, there was an artifact one worth taking and making a pretty penny for. While crime was generally off for the books Erik agreed, as long as no one got hurt. The night was a blur, one thing led to another and Erik was in the port authorities' custody for a break 'n enter amongst some other felonies.

Everyone laughed when he brought up Eleanor Black, no one knew who he was talking about. Nothing showed up on the CCTV besides Erik breaking into the warehouse, a security guard was injured and some cargo was missing. The case against him was serious, a flimsy public defender got him a decent plea deal of 5 years considering the circumstances. Sitting up in TTCF, others knew who were Eleanor Black was but in their own ways. Was she some kind of supernatural con woman? Doing his time, Erik fell back into his ways and cliqued up with one of the prison gangs to stay relevant and safe.

Upon getting out he left California, starting up the business of paranormal investigation Erik was never one to leave without answers. The incident with Black had him curious, and he wasn't going to leave empty-handed. Despite being a gruff, felonious investigator he got some work here and there. Though it always felt like it came back to her, one night while on the web scrubbing for evidence of a vampire cult he came across the post. Quintin, Louisina would this be where he would get his closure? Or was it just another closed door.

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"Woah."

Blind.

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"I'm always looking over my back."

Outstanding traffic warrant in California.

@EpicRoleplay

Now Erik is an interesting character but my only gripe is the Lexicon of the Occult. My idea is that everyone is new or relatively oblivious to Magic and the Paranormal and learn about it through the ic (and the hard way). You can keep the book but maybe he doesn’t believe in it?

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

@Zombiedude101 Accepted, will pm you his abstraction later.

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

People always ask me if I know TheGhostNote.... and suddenly I realized all this, the town, the spookiness and the supernatural has something to do with a girl named Eleanor Black.

@EpicRoleplay

Nerd

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

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Gottcha, I did leave it too vague. Added more detail to the backstory and the changes are in white with the rest in gray. Hope that's better. I am on discord.

Wyatt

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"You know that cliche about kids running off to join the circus, that’s me, I’m the cliche."

_______________________________________________ Wyatt Anderson He/Him | 30 | White | 5’10 | 165lbs _______________________________________________ Showman ___________________________________ Skills & Talents "Full of mostly useless talents." ___________________________________ [+] [Magician] ⫻ Wyatt could probably do most card and coin tricks in his sleep. Adept at sleight of hand, misdirection, and most importantly, keeping people entertained and distracted. [Circus Preformer] ⫻ His job, which has been more or less his whole life for most of his life has instilled a few eccentric skills. In addition to magic; juggling, juggling while riding a unicycle, juggling things that are on fire, and various fire-related tricks are all things he’s comfortable performing. [Optomist] ⫻ He can look at most things and find something good there to focus on. [Fit] ⫻ His hobbies keep him active, his job keeps him active, and budding up with the strongman didn’t hurt either.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I bet I know what you're thinking, that's a mighty fine mustache. Am I right?" Never one to want to blend in, Wyatt takes pride in the features that make him stand out. His fiery hair for one. Way back when folks used to say he had his mother’s hair, and if that’s all she saw fit to leave him with, at least it was something nice. He takes even more pride in his well-maintained facial hair, it all helps draw attention and that’s exactly what a performer wants. He's 5’10 with a muscular build, not only from spending a good deal of time lugging around heavy objects but his choice of workout buddy is the circus’s strongman. Wyatt loves a challenge, even one he knows he could never compete with. As for his skin, there's a dusting of freckles on his face, and a tan rather than a sunburn tends to elude him. Wyatt’s got tattoos on the neck, arms, and chest, all of varying degrees of shoddy quality. They don’t really have meaning, he just likes letting amateurs use him as a sketch pad. He’s got scars here and there, more small scars than stories for them, but you don’t make a living playing with fire without a few. A burn near his wrist, a larger one on his shoulder, but nothing too bad. As far as clothing goes whatever he can get that’s cheap, comfortable, and casual is his preference.

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"I like to think I made the best out of what I got."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Find answers to the whole Eleanor conspiracy and once all that is settled, maybe try and go back to the way life was before she vanished. Wyatt isn’t one for big long-term goals, that’s too much structure for him.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ “The point of living is to just go out there and do whatever makes you happy. That and the future’s always a day away, the past is always behind you, so the only thing that matters is right now. Oh and never trust the government or the cops, they’re always up to something.”

SECRETS ⫻ The one thing Wyatt seldom talks about is his dad. His dad was drunk, who left the gas stove running all day, woke up from being passed out, lit up a cigarette, and BOOM, no more old man. That’s the official story, except it was Wyatt who left that stove on and went out to play with friends. It wasn’t intentional, he was a forgetful kid, but that doesn’t stop the guilt.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Hetero

FEARS ⫻ Losing people he’s close to, being left by people who are supposed to stick around, and letting people down.

WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ Buisness partner and good friend.

FLAWS ⫻ Wyatt’s just the classic overly cocky, naturally impulsive, often annoyingly talkative, people pleaser who believes that being fun and exciting is what will make people like him.

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"I remember my mom taking me to the circus once when I was real little. The air smelled like corndogs and popcorn. Everything was so colorful and exciting. And there I was just tugging on her hand, desperate to see it all. And I remember it being windy and her red hair was blowing all around. But I don’t remember her face, or much else about her anymore. It was a really good day though, went a long stretch without days that good and that memory kept me goin'.”

That’s the only memory he has of his mother, just a fading presence and a guiding hand on a real good day. She left not long after that, then it was just him and his dad bouncing around through various small towns in Flordia. His dad had trouble keeping work, trouble putting the bottle down, and most days, trouble just getting off the couch.

His dad was never a mean drunk, just someone who’d checked out long ago. Heart still beating, lungs still drawing in breath, but no longer living. Just a hollowed-out husk that had once been a person. Watching someone carry on like that made it difficult to hold onto any resentment over his mother leaving and it only made him feel sorry for his dad. So Wyatt just helped out around the house as much as he could and tried not to bother his dad too much. He figured out how to fend for himself, he’d ingratiate himself with the neighbors; old folks always liked someone willing to do yard work for cheap and other kids usually liked someone willing to do anything so long as it was phrased as a dare. People seemed to like a hard-working daredevil so that’s what he became.

Then the accident happened. He was making lunch, classic mac n cheese from the box, on a lazy summer day. There was a knock at the door in the kitchen followed by the voice of a friend inviting him to come and check out his new trampoline. He just got so excited, he hadn’t even added the cheese packet, just tossed the pot to the other side of the stove and ran out the door. He couldn’t miss out on being one of the first in the neighborhood to try out the trampoline. He could just clean it up later. So he was gone most of the day, after that they’d all gone fishing. By the time he was heading home, it was dark, he saw a fire truck go by and a few moments later he saw that truck in front of his house. There was his whole life up in flames. He’d never been academically gifted but he was quick to add two and two together there and it added up to all his fault.

So he hid, wasn’t like he was going home now. Spent that night in a friend’s treehouse and the next day he heard the full story. So now people were looking for him and he knew he was going to be in so much trouble and he couldn’t stick around for that. Wyatt followed the tracks to the train yard and hopped his way out of town. He hated it, the long stretches with nothing to do but get lost in his thoughts; the what-ifs, and the guilt. He could just kind of feel it; his life flickering out and Wyatt knew how that went, what it looked like to just be a husk that wasn’t quite alive.

When he saw a big billboard advertising a nearby circus, that’s where he went. That was his happiest memory, being five years old at the circus with his mom, and he just wanted to feel that good again. But they weren’t open yet, just setting up and Wyatt just started helping out, kept just acting like he belonged there and no one wanted to kick out a thirteen-year-old kid who had nowhere else to go. So he kept on helping out, traveled with them, learning whatever they were willing to teach him, and they kept on letting him stay. The circus was the perfect place for a fresh start, the work made it easy to forget the past, and he was never alone.

The way Wyatt likes to tell it, his life started the day he joined the circus. Clowns became his wacky uncles, the fortune teller his wise old grandma, his cousins were all acrobats and jugglers and there was never a dull moment. It was grunt work at first, manning food stands and ticket booths, using every bit of his free time to learn a few talents until he could perform. There was nothing like it, to have crowds of people cheering him on, to have a family that was this close, to never have too much quiet time to dwell on the past. Just always felt like the circus was where he belonged.

Elenanor Black was just another stray they picked up on the road. Wyatt showed her the ropes, and they got along well and became good friends over the next few years. When the old magician retired, it was Eleanor that pushed him to set up his act and take the guy’s place. Eleanor was the brains behind most of his best tricks, the real big showstoppers. She was his business partner, the plant in the audience, the one who triple-checked everything for safety. Everything was going better than he could've ever hoped for.

And then one day she was gone. In her place was someone else and everyone acted like Eleanor Black never even existed. At first, he thought it was a weird joke. How could a circus full of people forget someone who’d traveled with them for almost five years? That would be crazy. So he waited around for the big reveal, ready for a good laugh, but it never came. And the next day Eleanor didn’t show up for rehearsals, “and there was no goddamn way I was doing bullet catcher with a stranger.” So it wasn’t a prank.

Then Wyatt got fired because he refused to pretend that the new girl was Eleanor. No one wanted to work with the crazy guy who kept ranting about someone who didn’t exist. The not knowing just consumed him. He looked for any trace and it was like she’d never existed. And then no one wanted to work with the crazy guy ranting about “CIA black ops MK-ultra shit’s going down, they’re not just making people disappear, it’s like they never existed in the first place. They are out here wiping people’s minds! Or maybe it’s aliens…” No other circus kept him on for more than a few shows and he couldn't keep his focus on performing anyhow. He had to go get a normie job at a dive bar. He knew he sounded crazy, he felt crazy, but he had to know, had to find someone who believed him.

Endless internet searches turned up stories of other people missing an Eleanor Black. All over the world women named Eleanor Black were disappearing. None of it made sense but it all added up to a weird conspiracy that needed unraveling. If others were working on it, he was damn sure going to help. Eleanor was a friend, she was like family, and he won’t be the sort of person who just gives up on family. So off to the Swampland.

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"Magic, pretty much know that bag o’ tricks like the back of my hand. Wait, you mean like real magic? Guess anything’s possible, world’s a strange place, but tell me what you saw and I bet I can figure out the trick there."

Blind, and while he’s not naturally skeptical about much, he knows enough about performance magic to believe it’s all about smoke and mirrors.

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"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, and prepare to witness an awesome spectacle that will make you question the very fabric of reality. I am Antares the Astonding. Here to entertain, captivate, and, most of all, mystify. A quick warning for those in front rows, this show brings the heat!"

@Helo

Much better, he’s accepted. I am at work atm so I will write his abstraction later.

Now join the Discord:

discord.gg/4FznNGS

Most of the discussion takes place here using an ooc is sooooo… 2014. 😛

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

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Interactions: The entire group and personally addresses Zeltzin (@Bartimaeus)

The Webb Family Coffee House

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There was something off.

And it wasn't just this goddamn town.

As Jasmine listened to a woman named Neko start... there was something that made absolutely no goddamn sense. Then Charlie told everyone about her Eleanor Black, and then the others did - Jasmine listened but what caught her attention was those two. Just how could Eleanor be a mother, a daughter , and her football rival? It didn't make any sense... Though, it was nice to not only have another European here but another black European, that was probably where the similarities ended, that said. Jasmine considered if she didn't need coffee but instead needed some alcohol - but the last place she wanted to get drunk was Swamp Town USA as some people. When Olivia finished, Jasmine figured that it was maybe her turn to speak.

"Hello everybody, my name is Jasmine Tsega," Jasmine spoke... her German accent was thick with every word that she spoke - making it dead clear to the group that Jasmine was not an American despite living here. "I'm going to be quick and to the point; Eleanor was my rival in high school and on the football team in which I was the star player until she came along..."

She looked between Neko and Charlie for a few moments... and then the bushes rustle outside that open window. Jasmine turned her head to see that it was just a crow, perched onto the windowsill for some reason. The birds must be bold around here. It was irrelevant because there was something on her mind that she just had to get out.

"But, that's not important what she was to me," Jasmine started her speech, "How can Eleanor Black be someone's daughter-" She pointed at Neko, "...Someone's mother-" She pointed at Charlie, "...His girlfriend-" She pointed at Eugene, ... His ex- She pointed at Jordan, "... This spooky girl's friend-" She pointed at Nori, "... Her best friend-" She pointed at Olivia. "... A doctor-" She pointed at Harmony before she put a hand on her chest and finished with. "... And my rival? At the same time? Then is replaced with a different person. That doesn't make sense to anyone else here. Not one single person?"

She raised an eyebrow as there was someone just hovering over nearby - some tall, Spanish lady - not saying a word. Nobody else noticed, but Jasmine did, and she found it very concerning that she was just sitting there watching them like a weirdo.

"... And who might you be?" Jasmine asked her. "Come now, introduce yourself if you're going to sit so close to us."

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Interactions: Ophrenia (@silvermist1116) & The Eleanor Pals.

The Webb Family Coffee House

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Lily was keeping her mouth shut during the whole thing, merely twiddling her thumbs - playing with a plastic fork and spinning it around in that toxic waste this place calls coffee. A colorful bunch of people was gathered here, Lily had to admit, but it was clear that there was something else going on here. Lily didn't know what exactly it was but it reminded her of her little... "incident" with Rafael. That was just her imagination and Lily knew that this was just one big coincidence and they were all just mixing up the same person. Maybe. Maybe not. Lily just kept her mouth shut as she wanted to be the last one to go - but there was this one weird girl that was just sitting there not saying anything... but Lily figured that she might be shy. She was the only other Spanish person here, she wanted to say something but there was something more pressing on Lily's mind.

And it was pie.

This crazy-looking black girl was offering pie and introduced herself as Ophrenia. Lily smirked as she had to be from some yuppie-ass city as a girl like this would get eaten alive in New York. Though, to be fair New York was no stranger to yuppies. She raised her hand and was handed a slice of the pie "Ahhh, chica, for me? Thank you," Lily started as she took a bite, "I prefer my pasties spiced a bit, you know... I like it edible." She winked at Orphenia as she realized that it was her turn to speak and tell everyone about "her" Eleanor Black.

Now the last thing that Lily wanted to do was announce to a group of white people that she was in jail so she made a few edits to her story. "Hi everybody! I'm Lily... well, my real name is Carmen but everyone calls me Lily. Eleanor Black was my friend that went to jail after she beat some bitch teeth in - like curb stomped the hoe - and I told her I was going to pick her up when she got out... and when I showed up, it was a completely different girl. Makes my head hurt."

Then she thought about the whole situation.

"... All of this is making my head hurt."

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Jennifer Caspin

Interactions: The entire group.

The Webb Family Coffee House

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Everyone went on about their stories about Eleanor Black save for two... Jennifer did not have the time or patience to wait around and bug people who missed the assignment. Jennifer wanted to get a move on now that the majority of the group had introduced themselves... and next to her chair was a backpack that was full of various papers of various sizes and other things. She started digging into it, awkwardly talking while she was looking for something.

"Um, yeah, so before everyone else, uh, got here; I got here first and uh, did some recon. Apparently- damn it," She interrupted herself hissing as she gave herself a paper cut. Then she got back on track as she said, "I did some, um.... "research" on Eleanor's family here, the Black family - they started out as a family of..." She awkwardly glanced at the various black members of their group and tried not to say something that'd get her beaten up later, "Plantation owners, that switched to mining the coal mines- yeah, mining coal, I meant."

She awkwardly coughed as she gathered herself.

"But, there's something about them... they rule this little town with an iron fist! The head of the family is named Mary-Louise Black, who knows everything that goes on here..." She caught herself as she may have said that a bit too loudly. "I... think she is our primary lead on Eleanor Black because if anyone would know what's going on, it's her."

So she finally pulled out a map of Quintin out of the bag and stretched it out on the table - on various points, there were circles, X's, and even a skull awkwardly drawn on the map. Jen's finger pointed to the first circle that was in town, and said, "This is one of their offices, perhaps we can head here and maybe ask around? Maybe someone can arrange a meeting with Mary-Louise?"

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Wyatt Anderson

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"You know that cliche about kids running off to join the circus, that’s me, I’m the cliche."

_______________________________________________ Wyatt Anderson He/Him | 30 | White | 5’10 | 165lbs _______________________________________________ Showman ___________________________________ Skills & Talents "Full of mostly useless talents." ___________________________________ [+] [Magician] ⫻ Wyatt could probably do most card and coin tricks in his sleep. Adept at sleight of hand, misdirection, and most importantly, keeping people entertained and distracted. [Circus Preformer] ⫻ His job, which has been more or less his whole life for most of his life has instilled a few eccentric skills. In addition to magic; juggling, juggling while riding a unicycle, juggling things that are on fire, and various fire-related tricks are all things he’s comfortable performing. [Optomist] ⫻ He can look at most things and find something good there to focus on. [Fit] ⫻ His hobbies keep him active, his job keeps him active, and budding up with the strongman didn’t hurt either.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I bet I know what you're thinking, that's a mighty fine mustache. Am I right?" Never one to want to blend in, Wyatt takes pride in the features that make him stand out. His fiery hair for one. Way back when folks used to say he had his mother’s hair, and if that’s all she saw fit to leave him with, at least it was something nice. He takes even more pride in his well-maintained facial hair, it all helps draw attention and that’s exactly what a performer wants. He's 5’10 with a muscular build, not only from spending a good deal of time lugging around heavy objects but his choice of workout buddy is the circus’s strongman. Wyatt loves a challenge, even one he knows he could never compete with. As for his skin, there's a dusting of freckles on his face, and a tan rather than a sunburn tends to elude him. Wyatt’s got tattoos on the neck, arms, and chest, all of varying degrees of shoddy quality. They don’t really have meaning, he just likes letting amateurs use him as a sketch pad. He’s got scars here and there, more small scars than stories for them, but you don’t make a living playing with fire without a few. A burn near his wrist, a larger one on his shoulder, but nothing too bad. As far as clothing goes whatever he can get that’s cheap, comfortable, and casual is his preference.

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"I like to think I made the best out of what I got."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Find answers to the whole Eleanor conspiracy and once all that is settled, maybe try and go back to the way life was before she vanished. Wyatt isn’t one for big long-term goals, that’s too much structure for him.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ “The point of living is to just go out there and do whatever makes you happy. That and the future’s always a day away, the past is always behind you, so the only thing that matters is right now. Oh and never trust the government or the cops, they’re always up to something.”

SECRETS ⫻ The one thing Wyatt seldom talks about is his dad. His dad was drunk, who left the gas stove running all day, woke up from being passed out, lit up a cigarette, and BOOM, no more old man. That’s the official story, except it was Wyatt who left that stove on and went out to play with friends. It wasn’t intentional, he was a forgetful kid, but that doesn’t stop the guilt.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Hetero

FEARS ⫻ Losing people he’s close to, being left by people who are supposed to stick around, and letting people down.

WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ Buisness partner and good friend.

FLAWS ⫻ Wyatt’s just the classic overly cocky, naturally impulsive, often annoyingly talkative, people pleaser who believes that being fun and exciting is what will make people like him.

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"I remember my mom taking me to the circus once when I was real little. The air smelled like corndogs and popcorn. Everything was so colorful and exciting. And there I was just tugging on her hand, desperate to see it all. And I remember it being windy and her red hair was blowing all around. But I don’t remember her face, or much else about her anymore. It was a really good day though, went a long stretch without days that good and that memory kept me goin'.”

That’s the only memory he has of his mother, just a fading presence and a guiding hand on a real good day. She left not long after that, then it was just him and his dad bouncing around through various small towns in Flordia. His dad had trouble keeping work, trouble putting the bottle down, and most days, trouble just getting off the couch. So Wyatt learned how to fend for himself, made friends with whatever neighbors he could, and as long as people liked him, people helped him. Everything more or less worked out, until the accident. Then he was on his own for a while.

There he was doing what he’d always done, bouncing around from place to place trying to figure things out because there was no way he was ending up in some group home situation. It wasn’t long before he snuck into a traveling circus while they were setting up. Wyatt just started helping out, kept just acting like he belonged there and no one wanted to kick out a thirteen-year-old kid who had nowhere to go. So he kept on helping out, learning whatever they were willing to teach him, and they kept on letting him stay.

The way Wyatt likes to tell it, his life started the day he joined the circus. Clowns became his wacky uncles, the fortune teller his wise old grandma, his cousins were all acrobats and jugglers and there was never a dull moment. It was grunt work at first, manning food stands and ticket booths, using every bit of his free time to learn a few talents until he could perform. There was nothing like it, to have crowds of people cheering him on, to have a family that was this close, to never have too much quiet time to dwell on the past. Just always felt like the circus was where he belonged.

Elenanor Black was just another stray they picked up on the road. Wyatt showed her the ropes, and they got along well and became good friends over the next few years. When the old magician retired, it was Eleanor that pushed him to set up his act and take the guy’s place. Eleanor was the brains behind most of his best tricks, the real big showstoppers. She was his business partner, the plant in the audience, the one who triple-checked everything for safety. Everything was going better than he could've ever hoped for.

And then one day she was gone. In her place was someone else and everyone acted like Eleanor Black never even existed. At first, he thought it was a weird joke. How could a circus full of people forget someone who’d traveled with them for almost five years? That would be crazy. So he waited around for the big reveal, ready for a good laugh, but it never came. And the next day Eleanor didn’t show up for rehearsals, “and there was no goddamn way I was doing bullet catcher with a stranger.” So it wasn’t a prank.

Then Wyatt got fired because he refused to pretend that the new girl was Eleanor. No one wanted to work with the crazy guy who kept ranting about someone who didn’t exist. The not knowing just consumed him. He looked for any trace and it was like she’d never existed. And then no one wanted to work with the crazy guy ranting about “CIA black ops MK-ultra shit’s going down, they’re not just making people disappear, it’s like they never existed in the first place. They are out here wiping people’s minds! Or maybe it’s aliens…” No other circus kept him on for more than a few shows and he couldn't keep his focus on performing anyhow. He had to go get a normie job at a dive bar. He knew he sounded crazy, he felt crazy, but he had to know, had to find someone who believed him.

Endless internet searches turned up stories of other people missing an Eleanor Black. All over the world women named Eleanor Black were disappearing. None of it made sense but it all added up to a weird conspiracy that needed unraveling. If others were working on it, he was damn sure going to help. Eleanor was a friend, she was like family, and he won’t be the sort of person who just gives up on family. So off to the Swampland.

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"Magic, pretty much know that bag o’ tricks like the back of my hand. Wait, you mean like real magic? Guess anything’s possible, world’s a strange place, but tell me what you saw and I bet I can figure out the trick there."

Blind, and while he’s not naturally skeptical about much, he knows enough about performance magic to believe it’s all about smoke and mirrors.

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"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, and prepare to witness an awesome spectacle that will make you question the very fabric of reality. I am Antares the Astonding. Here to entertain, captivate, and, most of all, mystify. A quick warning for those in front rows, this show brings the heat!"

@Helo

Surprise character sheet

Now I think he’s cool but my issue is with his backstory… in your psychology you just start at the part where he joins the circus but you never explain why. or any of his backstory before then. You mention in his psychology that he accidentally killed his father as a kid but never go into detail about something important that.

Also are you on discord?

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

I will post this weekend.

I'll have Jojo activate her anime powers and murk all the zombies.

@Punished GN

Scratch that, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game is a lot more fun than I thought

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"... Hurry up, it's gaining on us!"

A girl shouted it was the dead of the Louisana night - it was hot and muggy, and one could hear the crickets and other such critters in the distance. However, the last thing that was getting paid attention to was anything except for the massive footsteps behind the group of four girls that were running through an open plain, away from the swamp. The girl in front turned around to see that thing that was chasing after them... in the dead of the night, they could only see its glowing red eyes and only pieces of its vaguely human face. While it was humanoid, it was far from human.

She wasn't paying attention and tripped on a root and fell to her hands and knees - but she was quick to be pulled up to her feet by girl behind her. "Don't look back!" She shouted as they ran until they made it to a black gate, they quickly shined the flashlight on it and saw that it was very poorly and hastily chained shut - there was a large enough track for four skinny girls to fit through. The first two slide through seamlessly, and the third got through while it was approaching - but when the last girl tried to squeeze through, her upper arm was grabbed by the thing - its red eyes shined. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she was being pulled into the darkness.

The lead girl turned around and stretched her hand out shouting, "STEPHAINE!"

She was quickly pulled away by one of the others, who said,

"C'mon, Frances! It's too late for her!"

They kept running, hearing the sounds of Stephaine getting beaten to death by that thing which was louder than her screams... who shortly came to a stop. They couldn't hear the thing coming after them anymore as they ran up to the the old mansion. They ran up to the front door which was conspicuously open and they all ran inside and closed the large doors behind them and locked it.

The fourth girl sighed as she turned around to face Frances and pointed at her. "What the fuck was that!? What the fuck did you drag us into!?" She went over to Frances and pushed her to the ground, who began hysterically sobbing. "All of this over some bitch that doesn't even exist, you crazy bitch!"

"I-I'm so sorry!" Frances shouted as she rolled around in the fetal position.

"Rita!" Jody shouted. "Chill! We all chose to come here, we can get out of this."

"That... thing got Stephaine and Angie!" Rita shouted as she pointed at the door.

"And we're still here!" Jody back. "Now, calm the fuck down and get your shit together... you too, Frances! That thing will be on top of us again soon if we stand here arguing!"

"You all do whatever the fuck you want!" Rita shouted as she walked down the hall, looking back at them and flipping them off with the one hand that wasn't on a flashlight, "I'm getting the fuck out of-" As she walked through the door frame she was stopped by an object in her way.

She looked up and saw its red eyes open.

Rita screamed as the creature wrapped its arms around her and pulled her into the shadows - and the screams faded away.

"C'mon! We gotta go!" Jody shouted as the ladies quickly turned and cut tail, absolutely hauling ass out of there, until they reached the end of the hall and they opened the door to enter a library. They quickly closed the door behind them and shined the flashlights around themselves, there were aisles upon aisles of old books... none of them were books they recognized and they were not really looking for them as they searched around for a way out of there. That thing was going to catch up soon... and they made it to the middle of the room which had stacks of different books - one of them opened. This place was odd... oddly clean for a place that is usually abandoned building. Jody shined the flashlight around and saw there was a catwalk above them, with stairs right in front of-

The door that they entered through opened and they quickly dipped off to the side, hiding behind a bookshelf as that thing's footsteps could be heard. They were heavy as if the thing weighed a thousand pounds, but was somehow able to get the drop on them more than once. It was almost like he was making more noise to toy with them, but this time there was a dragging sound. There was the sound of something hitting the table and Frances couldn't help herself but peek.

It was Rita's lifeless body thrown into the room - her neck had been wrung to the point where her head was barely hanging on. It was bruised and horrific and Frances couldn't help but scream.

"Frances!" Jody shouted as she could hear the thing running right for them, Jody thought fast and hauled ass for the staircase but that thing was fast. They could hear its footsteps approaching quickly and-

Frances tripped over a book and Jody turned around to see that thing step on her back and she loudly screamed. Jody could hear her fucking spine snap as her heart beat so hard it felt like it was about to finally give out She stepped backward, shining her flashlight at the thing - finally getting a full view of the thing.

Jody didn't even hear the growling off to the side as she screamed.

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Streets of Quintin > The Webb Family Coffee House

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The German transplant didn't know what was worse.

The fact that she had to go to Ass-nowhere Louisana or the fact that there was no connection out here. Probably a mixture of both as Jasmine was awkwardly playing games on her phone - something that she never does - to pass the time as she wasn't in the conversing mood. The fact that she couldn't find an Uber or a Taxi willing to drive from Lafayette to Quintin was strange as is. She had to hitch a ride with a stranger, a resident of the place that was just stopping by Lafayette. She, of course, compensated them for the ride, she would do that much. It was the only way to get into Quintin without walking and honestly, Jasmine would rather get kidnapped than risk walking through these roads. She watched the swamps as she rode in the backseat of the car... they were thick. They were full of dead trees, fog, and plants, and you couldn't see that far ahead and Jasmine wished that she would never step foot in that.

Coming completely unexpectedly; they finally made it past the thick swamp and finally arrived in Quintin. It was like she was in the thickest swamp in the world and then there was this little tiny piece of civilization in the middle of all of it. Just cut out... it was a little jarring but Jasmine was unsure of this was just the end of it. It was a quick drive to where that weirdo Jennifer told everyone to meet at this place known as the "Webb Family Coffee House". She pulled up on the street and saw it directly at the end with several houses and different businesses that were of no concern to Jasmine as she was focusing on the coffee house business. She was hoping that the coffee wasn't ass as she marched down the street...

... Then this weirdo in an orange cloak bumrushed her. She had a wide and very concerning smile on her face as she presented to Jasmine a flower. A bright pink petunia flower in fact. The weirdo opened her mouth and said, "You look like you could use your day brightened! Here you go!" She forced the flower into Jasmine's hand and simply skipped away.

Jasmine stared at her as she walked away... confused as all get out as to what just happened. She looked down at the flower and figured that it was, at the very least, a very nice flower. Maybe it didn't brighten Jasmine's day, but she held onto it as she walked into the Coffee house and breathed in the quaint, rustic vibe of the place. It wasn't very crowded, and there was a small number of people in the building - including a black girl with glasses that caught Jasmine's eye for a second. Just a second. The place was nice... it would be better if they didn't have the window wide open, letting in the smell of that smelly ass swamp. In the middle of the room was a giant table with a bunch of wooden chairs pushed against it, with a cute little sign that said RESERVED.

At the head of the table was none other than Jennifer Caspin, their organizer. Jasmine briefly looked at her phone, as Jen had sent her a picture of herself and it was without a doubt her. There was this Spanish girl with dreads there that looked trashy as all get out... Americans. Giving Jennifer a calm wave, Jasmine sat down at the far end of the table, contemplating if she wanted to play with her life and get some coffee.

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The group that Jennifer had gathered began to trickle in one by one... and Jennifer had a hot, steaming cup of coffee that she held in both hands. When a large enough group had finally amassed in the room, at her table, she placed the cup of coffee on the table. This wasn't everyone but they were short on time - night would fall very soon and Jennifer didn't want to be out there at night... not with the things that she heard about being out there at night. She figured that she should just get started with it, already.

"Hello, let's get started - Hi, I'm Jen or Jenny- nobody calls me Jennifer or anything like that - but I think you all should know why I gathered you all here today?" She started off the meeting with that question, as she looked from left and right.

"Eleanor Black," Jasmine took the initiative and spoke.

"So, could we um start with some introductions? I know, I know... I think if we're going to be working together, we should at least know each other's names? Maybe also explain who Eleanor Black is, and anything, I mean anything we can use to find her? I want to get out of this town fast as possible. I already found some leads, but, you know, let's get to know each other and then decide what we want to do, as a group."

All black, all white... I can't feel or see anything... I can't put into words how this feels...

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Ophrenia Winston

"Anarchy's bitch."

_______________________________________________ Ophrenia Twilight Winston She/Her | 27 | Black American | 5'7 | 160lb _______________________________________________ Anarchist _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "There's not a job I haven't worked in the capitalist machine, unfortunately." ___________________________________ [+] Singing and screamo ⫻ She started off singing in her church choir when she was a child, voice of an angel they said. When she found the "devil's" music, she hasn't turned her back on screaming in every song she and her band has written. Sales pitching ⫻ She had to work to earn the money to make it to California with her band. That includes selling furniture, cars, and knives to the average home owner. Once she got good, there's nothing she couldn't sell you. Improvising ⫻ She's quick on her feet with coming up with solutions to problems that don't have easy answers.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "The scariest bitch you've ever seen." Ophrenia is 5'7 and 160lbs. The right side of her head was shaved and the left side is permed to make it easier to straighten. Her hair is black and her eyes are a very pale blue. She's been told they're piercing and scary to look at when you first meet her. She has a certain way of smiling when she wants people to feel uncomfortable. It's a grin that makes you feel like she knows all your secrets. Her breasts are average, her hips are wide, she has three piercing in each ear: Industrial piercings, tragus piercings, and normal lobe piercings with medium sizes hoops. All her piercings are silver. She has a hoop nose ring in her right nostril. She's never seen without her favorite black leather jacket. Pray painted on the back across the shoulders is ANARCHY and under it is her name, the names of her band members, and Eleanor Black. The jacket has spiked studs on the arms and flat ones on the collar. Her voice is naturally husky. People thought it was from all the screamo, but she's always sounded that way.

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"Authority is the enemy."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ She wants to make government change with her band, Trauma. She hopes to inspire their fans to want changes in the government that will benefit everyone and not just the majority.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Real change comes from hard work and perseverance.

SECRETS ⫻ She doesn't really have secrets. More that there are people she'll never tell certain things that she can say to her friends.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Asexual with an aesthetic preference for thick thighs.

FEARS ⫻ She fears that nothing she works hard for will ever work out.

WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ Eleanor Black put up Ophrenia and her band when they first came to California. She was the first friend they made there. Someone who saw their vision and activism with their music.

FLAWS ⫻ She's quite blunt and persistent. She doesn't like hearing the word 'No' and will do whatever it takes to get you on her side. She says what she believes people need to hear, whether they ask her for her opinion or not. She's been told by several friends they hate when she does that, and try as she might to curb her tongue, it only works depending on how much she gives a shit about your feelings.

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"Absolutely ordinary."

Ophrenia was a lot of things in her twenty and seven years. She used to sing solo in her church's choir as a kid. She joined Girl Scouts when she was ten, got bored and quit. Did drama club all through middle school, then joined a neighborhood rock band in high school. She took an interest in screamo, and she's been fucking up her voice ever since. Not really. She takes good care of her voice. She can't cripple her own career by fucking around and finding out.

The idea of college wasn't her thing. She saw beyond the bullshit of the American education system, and decided to work different jobs to pay for studio time with her band. She worked in sells for furniture, knives, and used cars, but by far retail and fast food were the worst jobs she's ever had. She worked in an Amazon warehouse for a year, before she quit that to move to California once she and her band had the funds. No matter what job she did, she did good work when she was there. It was during her long hours of busting her ass, that she started to hate capitalism more and more. She got into anarchism as a philosophy and believes that through evolutionary practices, the country would be better off for it. It became the main focus of her band's lyrics, but they never advocate for violence.

Life on the west coast wasn't easy. Way too expensive from the middle class community her band came from. They met Eleanor Black eight months in, when they were on the brink of being evicted from their shitty two bedroom apartment. The land lord had sold the apartment building to some corporate real estate business, and the business decided to kick them out when so they could renovate and turn the complex into condos. Eleanor had been to a few of their shows and caught up with them after a set one night. She and Ophrenia got to talking all night and at the end of it, she offered to move them into a town house she owned. The rent would be the utility bills, since the mortgage was already paid off. Ophrenia couldn't believe their blessing. Eleanor had been a friend ever since.

She helped them with their protest campaigns. Getting them a bigger social media followings, and organizing events for fundraisers so they could do more work to combat capitalisms. Once they were able to float on their own, Eleanor left California for her hometown. Ophrenia thought they would keep in contact, but it's like she disappeared off the face of the earth and her bandmates didn't remember her at all. She couldn't have imagined her, because the friend she knew and the one they knew were two different people. She had to get to the bottom of it and it all started with an internet search and forum that led her to bumfucknowhere Louisana.

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"What in the hocus pocus bullshit is this?"

Ophrenia doesn't have powers.

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"There's one thing I'm not good at."

She tried to learn how to play the guitar, but it never worked out for her. Her fingers aren't coordinated enough.

@silvermist1116

Just lower her weight a bit and she’s accepted.

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@silvermist1116 She’s awfully heavy for a skinny 5’7 girl. 😛