The Book Thief

Welcome to Gravetown!

The Rattling Chain

His master wanted him to pick up some wine for a party.

Salem looked at the map in his hands then stared at his surroundings with wide, inquisitive eyes. The Rattling Chain...this was the place. "Excuse me," he tapped one of the banshees on the shoulder, but the woman simply turned away to chat with a rather attractive ghost. "Oh, thank you." Salem shrunk back and weaved his way through a couple of snickering ghouls. "Is this the Rattling Chain?" The wide-eyed flesh doll looked very lost and out of place. Not to mention, everyone was far too busy doing their own thing to answer his rather obvious question.

"Oi, you." A voice called out and Salem spun around to see a skeleton in a tux, he was one of the Rattling Chain's waiters.

He blinked slowly then looked left and right. "Me?"

"Of course you, who else would I be talkin' to? Idiot." He smacked the palm of his hand against his forehead the stared at Salem with empty eye sockets. "Your Thorrion's newest pet aren't you? He told me he'd be sending you over to pick up a few bottles of our finest Irish wine."

"Yes that's me," Salem nodded his head and watched as the skeleton disappeared behind the counter to pull out a box. The waiter walked up to the flesh doll and placed it into his hands. "Send Thorrion my regards, alright kid?"

Salem stared at the box then answered slowly. "Yes sir," he was just about to turn around and make his way towards the door when he noticed Piper and Casper were no longer tucked snugly into his coat. There was the sound of loud purring and the flesh doll swiveled around to see the Casper flitting playfully across the stage while Piper nibbled on a certain mummy's bandages. Thorrion told him no good would come from bringing kittens everywhere. He hadn't listened.

"Oh no," slowly, he placed the box onto the table and sprang towards the little skeleton cat. "Piper, bad girl. It's rude to bite." He picked the kitten up and tucked her into his coat. "I'm very, very sorry." He sounded sincere though the expression on Salem's face remained blank. Salem gave Khaemtir a small bow before his eyes flitted towards the stage. Casper was doing somersaults in midair and starring at the little zombie midget that Rattle was tossing into the air.

"Casper," Salem frowned at his friend, but the little kitten simply purred loudly before it fell onto one of the dullahan's laps.

Welcome to Gravetown!

Thank you for accepting Salem.

I look forward to roleplaying with all of you and it's nice to meet you, everyone. I shall get to work on my first post.

Edit: Posted.

Welcome to Gravetown!

Finished, this was quite enjoyable to write.


I love the scent of melon hand soap.

Name: Salem
Species: Flesh Doll (He was created by a lich in an attempt to create a new kind of artificial servant.)
Gender: Male
Age: Salem was created exactly two months and five days ago. However, he appears to be seventeen.
Occupation: A lich's assistant of sorts. Salem does odd jobs for his master, and these jobs range from carrying boxes to grocery shopping.

Personality:

Curiosity killed the cat, but it can't kill what's already dead.

Beneath the blood red eyes and stitches is a curious child with a knack for exploring. The world of Gravetown fascinates Salem and whenever something catches his eye you can expect him to follow after it blindly. Salem has an insatiable curiosity and wants to learn as much as he can. He's gotten into his fair share of trouble, but has always managed to escape without getting too hurt. Most people thinks he has an innocent charm, probably because he's only two months old.

Salem's quest for knowledge is a result of his mind being mostly empty. His master made him with an empty head in hopes of filling it with whatever he wanted. He gave Salem a sponge-like brain and as a result the flesh doll is quite the fast learner. At the moment though, Salem doesn't know too much and can be very quiet to the point of seeming apathetic. If it looks like the lad is ignoring you, don't be offended, he's probably just focusing on something and absorbing all the information he can.

He still has a lot to learn, but that doesn't mean he's a faceless experiment. Salem is ridiculously gentle and soft-spoken, often doing his hardest to make friends. However, the Salem today might be gone tomorrow, the lad is young and impressionable and his future attitude will pretty much depend on the people who influence him and the things he learns along the way.

Bio:

Created with spare body parts, cloth, and other things his master could find.

Salem is a flesh doll who was brought to life by a lich. His master was always ambitious and wanted to see if he could create a new kind of artificial servant. The kind that could feel and learn. He wanted to fill his creation's mind with all sorts of things so he gave the boy feelings and a free will. He worked for years and years and the finished result was a quiet and timid flesh doll that he named Salem. His creation learned things quickly and was more sturdy than your average skeleton, so the lich was quite content with the results.

Not much has happened to Salem yet. The flesh doll is only two months and five days old after all. Majority of his life has been spent following his master around and doing odd jobs here and there. He's made friends with a few citizens of grave town and helps them out whenever his master gives him a day off. He's become a rather good cook during the span of his young life.

Salem has also befriended a lot of animals during the past two months.

Stuff you often carry: A ball of yarn for his cats. They aren't his, but he's very protective of them.

Type of magic, if any: It isn't exactly magic, but he can understand animals. His master thinks it was caused by a slip up during experimentation.

Anything else?

+ He has a ghost cat named Casper and a skeleton cat named Piper.
+ Salem doesn't have a stable personality yet. It will change slowly, depending on the people who influence him and the events of the RP. He's very impressionable at the moment, much like a young child.
+ I love the smell of melon hand soap and rain.

Welcome to Gravetown!

Thank you, I shall get to work on a character sheet as soon as possible.

I will be gone for most of tomorrow though, but will try to get it up by the evening at soonest. At latest, I should be finished with it sometime during Monday. For now, I bid you citizens of Gravetown goodnight. *Tosses in excitement*

Mirth's List of Random Prompts, Roleplay Ideas, and Other Crap

This interest check is adorable, have a bump, fellow Pokefan.

Welcome to Gravetown!

Hello, residents of Gravetown. I love the smell of melon hand soap.



This roleplay looks quite fascinating, and I am very interested. By any chance, are you still accepting characters?

I've been getting ideas for a Frankenstein-esque sort of character. He wouldn't be a zombie though, but a thing made of spare body parts, cloth, and things found here and there. Probably a creation of one of the Liches or Vampires, would something like this be allowed? (That is, if you are still accepting)

The New York Darkness

Sorry about that, and after thinking things through, I've decided to withdraw my interest. Everything sounds amazing and I love the concept, but I don't think I'll have the time. My sincerest apologies. Best of luck, and I will definitely be stalking this from time to time.

The New York Darkness

Almost done, I just need to work on the shares now.

Work in Progress

Name: Gavin Walsh
Age: 19

Appearance:

Gavin is tall, the boy stands at six feet and two inches and weighs 175 pounds. One might think that someone of his height would be hard to miss, but somehow he manages to blend in and stay unnoticed. The young man is average in almost all aspects and isn't anything to stare at. His most noticeable feature is his eyes, deep set and a light blue, they're very expressive and are a bit too big for his face. If Gavin is upset or excited, it'll most likely show in his eyes. The young man is a little bit on the pale side. He likes to bundle up and isn't one for going outside. His older brother affectionately refers to him as "Slenderman" or "Zombie" because most of the time Gavin looks as if he has just crawled out of bed. He almost always has a tired look on his face (unless with people he knows) and his hair is a tangled mess. Dark, curly, and flopping in every direction. Gavin is usually seen in unironed dress shirts and worn out jeans. He can't really be bothered with looking prim and proper.

Condition:

The ghost that haunts Gavin has a name and its name is Schizophrenia.

He was diagnosed at the age of eight. Gavin's parents noticed that he had more fun with his imaginary friends than other children. At first they shrugged it off, but when Gavin would suddenly scream and cry for no reason they thought something was terribly wrong. He saw things that they didn't and heard things that they couldn't hear. The child was suffering from both audio and visual hallucinations. To Gavin, his hallucinations were as real as the people around him. Some of these hallucinations were pleasant, but some weren't, and they caused the otherwise sweet boy to kick, yell, scream and just spiral out of control.

Gavin would break down in the middle of lunch, crying about an evil person out to get him. He'd hear voices in his head telling him to jump off stairs and he'd hear voices coming from inside the walls. His illness blurred the lines between what was real and what wasn't. It was excruciatingly hard at first and the hallucinations were constant but after years of therapy and medication, the boy is much better. Sometimes, he still talks to people who aren't there. He finds it hard to concentrate, is uncertain and a little distrustful, but when on medication Gavin is a nice boy, a little odd, but kind. When stressed out, the lines between real and not real tend to blur.

Shares:

WIP

Possessions: Gavin can be a little paranoid, so he keeps a pocket knife with him at all times. The young man also brings all his keys whenever he leaves his house, just to make sure that no else has them. Aside from that, he makes sure he has his phone with him at all times. The most important item he brings along is his medicine because if he doesn't take them, he'll start to hallucinate. Gavin keeps all of his things in an old and worn out backpack.

Relationships: I'd be happy to discuss relationships with you all. I might shoot you a PM or ask you on the OOC. Feel free to do the same.

The New York Darkness

Hello, sorry for the silence. I'm about halfway done with my character sheet. It shall be up in a few hours or tomorrow night. I'm trying to think of something fun for the shares, so I might take a bit of time on that section. Sorry for the delay.

The New York Darkness

Alright, thank you for the clarification.