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2:53am Jul 11 2014
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(There will be more Bios posted as the roleplay goes on and more characters are introduced!)
::-Name-:: The Nightmare ::-Age-:: (To be revealed) ::-Gender-:: (To be revealed, appears male) ::-Species/Deion of Species-:: Human(?) ::-Physical Appearance-:: Very little can be seen of The Nightmare through the television screens and security footage scattered throughout the hospital complex, but some details are certain. He appears Human, although no skin or freatures are shown, as he wears a large and ominous Gas Mask with glowing green goggles. He has a large dark-green fedora and some sort of black fabric that covers the back of his head. He appears to war a high-collared dark-green trenchcoat and has a disturbing pair of black gloves with hypodermic needles for fingers (much like Scarecrow in the Arkham Asylum game) ::-Powers/Abilities-:: The Nightmare controls everything within the gigantic hospital complex that is the St Christina Insanitorum. He hs total power over all the varied and extreme security measures within the hospital buildings, allowing him instant control over the entire complex. The Nightmare is also a scientist of sorts, and has expertly created a number of hallucinogenic gases and toxins designed to inspire fear in any subject. It is these that he unleashes throughout the hospital in massive ventings or through hidden needles or booby traps. The extent of The Nightmares knowledge on fear and hallucinogens is unknown, but is believed he has even perfected his formula to alter depending on an individuals fearful associations and possibly even to mind-control levels. ::-Fears/Traumatic experiences/individuals (at least 3) (To be revealed) ::-History/Background (You must include something, even if it is a very brief overview or recent history)-:: (To be revealed) ::-Personality (You must be thorough)-:: The Nightmare is nothing more than a monster. He views fear as the defining limit in Humankind's struggle and believes that, in order for humanity to be successful, all fear must be eliminated. This single-minded, scientific and philisophical perspective drowns out all his reasoning, his compassion, his emotion, and allows him to justify turning the most respectable and influential medical complex developed into a hell-hole in which he can conduct the most heinous experiments on hundreds of innocent people. It is this total belief that fear is a weakness that allows him to use it to destroy or influence others in order to further his knowlede or correct his calculations. He believes that the end justifies the most heinous means. Other than that, nothing is known. ::-Friends/Family/Loved Ones-:: (To be revealed) ::-Other-:: It is believed that The Nightmare was someone who used to work in the St Christina Insanitorum complex.
::-Name-:: Joshua Harrenly ::-Age-:: 34 ::-Gender-:: Male ::-Species/Deion of Species-:: Human ::-Physical Appearance-:: Joshua is-even without his uniform-clearly a firefighter. He is tall, standing about 5'11, and quite fit-although he appears on the skinny side. He has fairly long, rugged ginger hair and bright green eyes that almost consistently has soot around them, despite his best attempts. He has very rough and hardened hands and skin, due to his job, but still looks younf and friendly, with his beaming smile extra-white due to his 'fire-tan', as he calls it. He wears the traditional bright yellow firemans outfit, but his helmet and one of his gloves are missing. ::-Powers/Abilities-:: Joshua spent a large amount of his life in the U.S. Military, rising to the rank of Lieutenant. He has excellent military strategy and leadership, wide knowledge on a range of medical and engineering skills and excellent skill with a variety of weapons. On his breaks he likes to help out as a volunteer firefighter, which is what he was doing when he was taken. This means he is even more fit than usual and has a large amount of fire-related knowledge to add to his skill list. ::-Fears/Traumatic experiences/individuals (at least 3) Joshua has a five year old daughter named Caitlyn. Caitlyn's mother, Dare, died in a house fire that Lieutenant Harrenly accidentally started when Dare was still pregnant. Lieutenant Harrenly was cooking her a Valentine's day breakfast when he left the bacon cooking to watch some tv and started a huge kitchen fire. Dare died in the hospital later that night from smoke inhalation, and Joshua has never been able to bring himself to cook, light a fire, or do anything even reminiscent of that morning, and so has developed mageirocophobia (fear of cooking) and Pyrophobia (fear of fires) which he tries to conquer with his volunteer firerighting. He is also totally traumatized by the smell of hospitals and medical staff, and cannot bring himself to go to a doctor or to a hospital, even for his daughter-who he is overly protective of. ::-History/Background (You must include something, even if it is a very brief overview or recent history)-:: (Explained in above two sections) ::-Personality (You must be thorough)-:: Lieutenant Harrenly is a very complex man. On one hand he is a fierce and devoted soldier and military leader, with prominent battle skill and tactical knowledge, along with an iron will and the ability to stomach almost anything. But after Dare's death he is so broken, guilty and traumatized that anything that reminds him of that Valentines day can bring him to tears or cause him to feel ill, despite the fact he volunteers to fight fires. However, over all of this is a happy, smiling, friendly demeanour that masks all the pain and the battled-weary mind he should not have as a 34 year old. ::-Friends/Family/Loved Ones-:: 5 year old daughter, Caitlyn Girlfriend, Dare (deceased) ::-Other-:: This Bio is for FeatherBlaka...
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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2:53am Jul 11 2014
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(You wanna start?)
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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3:14am Jul 11 2014
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(Dare! ;n;
And sure, I'll do what I can for Beal's bios and have my proper images/deions up tomorrow.)
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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3:16am Jul 11 2014
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(We can wait until 8:30 if you wanna work on your Bios?)
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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3:18am Jul 11 2014
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(Yep, that should be long enough for me to get basic appearances up and finish Beal's bio, although I might get them done sooner.)
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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4:06am Jul 11 2014
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The sound of a terrifying monsters hissing and spitting fill the room and wisps of demonic visages and fire are slowly drained from the room. Eventually, it becomes clear that the noise was simply vents extracting some sort of gas from the air, and the shadows quickly fade. The screen switches to an image of a smiling nurse with a halo around her head and the words Saint Christina Insanitorum in red writing underneath her.
The chains the were holding you to the wall suddenly snap free from your wrists, the remote-controls cuffs shattering. The lights turn on, and a dead nurse, eerily like the on from the image on the screen, is sitting in a chair-dead-in the middle of the room...holding a sign that is written in blood: Welcome!
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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5:04am Jul 11 2014
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Ebony immediately sprang away from the wall and began to inspect the others from that angle. She wanted to know which ones looked more likely to attack her when she annoyed them and which ones would be able to do some damage if they did.
Fleco grabbed the sleeve of Holly's shirt before she could rush to the aid of the corpse in the chair. The longer he could keep her from hysteria the better. "Don't think about it." He advised, his brow furrowing. "It's what I'm trying to do." He turned his attention to the others around him and focused on the details the light had revealed. He dealt with spectres for a living and his mother was a necromancer, so he wasn't a stranger to death, but he wasn't a fan of it either.
Holly tugged against Fleco's grip once, but realized it probably wasn't a good idea to panic herself further. If the poor woman was dead, then there was nothing she could do for her anyway. She wrapped her free arm around her torso and tried to stop herself from shaking.
Expen grabbed his spear and held it at the ready. He flicked it's tip towards the humanoid creatures around him. "What are you!?" He demanded, his tail held high, but the way it twitched ever so slightly betrayed his anxiety. These creatures didn't smell like any other species of humanoid he'd every encountered.
Deekah immediately drew her one of her blades and fluttered onto Expen's shoulder. She turned to face the opposite direction and whipped her eyes back and fourth between those that stood in front of her, ready to attack at a moments notice.
Beal bared his teeth and gave a warning hiss as he backed towards Expen. Standard procedure when they encountered a situation like this, it made it quite hard for one of the possible enemies to sneak up on them.
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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8:37pm Jul 11 2014 (last edited on 1:55am Jul 12 2014)
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((I don't know whether this should be in order with who posted their bio's first or anything, but yeah. Oh and I put the Nightmare in for the purposes of the rp :D))
Blinking, Aveleon slowly rose from the uncomfortable position on the ground and stretched her arms. Her sight changed from the green hill she had been thinking of, to a cold, eerily lit hospital room - full of other people. Other people was a loose term for some of the vaguely humanoid creatures looking threateningly from a corner. One of them shouted a question and she glanced over at them, before licking her lips and turning her head to survey the rest of the room.
The room itself was of large origins - Aveleon sighed with relief - and there seemed to be many people lying down around the room. There were about 9-10 waking people in the room - her fists clenched tightly - including a large bird, a shaking, slightly vampiric girl, and several humans.
Finally her eyes gazed over the - what she previously thought alive - corpse in the chair and she furrowed her eyebrows. Reaching over her shoulder, she felt the place where her mace would be - if it was there. Which it wasn't. She froze for a second before stepping towards the corpse and grabbing the sign off it.
"Velcome? Oh yas, vhat a vonderful velcoming presant - a deed norse." She snarled, flinging the sign at a tall human with carrot coloured hair and green eyes. As she stalked back to her wall, the hair on the back of her neck stood up and a shiver went down her spine. Her fists clenched tightly and she turned to face the corpse. With a sharp glare, she settled into a battle position.
((I have a feeling this isn't what you are looking for but I just had no idea. But this is only my starting one, and there wasn't much scary about a dead corpse for a half dragon who regularly kills things so I made her highly uncomfortable with the amount of people. Oop edited to fit with your post!))
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I am mostly everywhere and nowhere tbh.
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1:38am Jul 12 2014
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(It's fine, although Blaka used fourth instead of forth...by the way, the room is like a derelict hospital waiting room, it's fairly large )
The Nurse suddenly bolted out of her chair at the wall, screaming, despite very clearly being dead a few moments ago. She slammed into the wall right beside Aveleon, then crumpled to the floor. The television started to flicker and wave with lines of static.
Suddenly, more dead people started standing up. A receptionist behind the curved wooden desk rose up, phone cord still around her neck, a variety of pens being wielded as knives. Several homeless people and potential patients, injuries and sicknesses now dried and infected, pulled themselves up from their seats or from behind tipped-over furniture. But this time, they didn't run at a wall, they came at the room's living inhabitants.
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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4:18am Jul 12 2014
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((Yes hello was gone today will sleep y The instant I get and will find fish my bio and reply when. I wake up)) |
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2:29am Jul 13 2014
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(bump)
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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2:24am Jul 19 2014
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(bump!?)
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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2:32am Jul 19 2014
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(Sorry, I might be able to post if I can get my homework done by tomorrow.)
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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4:41am Jul 21 2014
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Ebony hissed and sprang away from the nurse as he hit the wall. Her pupils began to dilate as she saw the other corpses getting up. A strangled growl grew in the back of her throat as she shrank down into her feline form, the sound distorting as her vocal chords shifted. Her ears flattened against her head and she shrank back against the wall with her tail coiled at her side like a furry shield.
A squeak of terror escaped from Holly and she swung her arms up in front of her to blast the reanimated corpses with hurricane force winds. Unfortunately all that the mighty setik created was a slight breeze that might be able to ruffle their hair. "Try to damage their skulls and spines!" She cried, mainly for the benefit of the seenoke and his companions, as they were the least likely to have any knowledge of dealing with the living dead.
Fleco looked around frantically for a weapon. He highly doubted slapping zombies with gloves laced with silver would be as effective against them as it was with ghosts.
Expen's nose wrinkled in disgust at the scabs and infected wounds of the corpses. "Ugh, what filthy creatures!" He flicked his wrist and a gust of wind rushed our from in front of him, with enough force to cause anything caught in it to stagger or be pushed back slightly. "Try what the little one says!" He ordered his comrades.
Beal shrank down into into his feline form, and an explosive hiss tore from between his bared teeth. He swelled to twice his size as his long fur bristled and his claws sprang out of their sheaths, lining his paws with knives.
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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7:22am Aug 2 2014 (last edited on 7:23am Aug 2 2014)
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Aveleon loosened her tense muscles at the surprise of the dead nurse flinging herself at the half-dragon. She rolled her neck as the receptionist came at her, the phone cord stretched from her neck to the actual phone situated on the desk; acting like a leash for a very large dog. A low growl erupted from the suddenly animal-like half-dragon, and she snapped out at the receptionists neck with her clawed arm. The runes that covered the majority of her body seemed to shimmer in the dull light and Aveleon stomped forwards, bringing her tail around with a sickening thump in the receptionists leg; crumpling her to the ground. With a quick flick of her foot a snap sounded throughout the room and the receptionists head hung at an odd angle. She turned to face the rest of the room to see the other inhabitants fighting their own dead people. With a quick exhale she once again loosened her tense muscles and tried to expel the pressure starting in her head. Too many people, regardless of whether they were alive.
She stood back in her battle position, glancing between the receptionist and nurse on either side of her, the group of animals and humans standing in a group, and the various other dead people. The dead people seemed to be targeting the larger group at the moment, but that was likely to change once they noticed her. Aveleon was ready.
Bring it on.
Used to be Headache, dawg
I am Zoe but I respond to Headache, Thorin, & any variant.
I am mostly everywhere and nowhere tbh.
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2:30am Aug 13 2014
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(I want to apologize about the serious delays with this roleplay, practice exams happened and neither me nor Blaka were able to get on, sorry about the lack of posting...)
There was a flash of red, swirling, twisting lights and the hissing of air being flashed into the room and suddenly everything was as it was. The Nurse really had made the run, but all of the previously undead hospital patients and staff were all now back where they had been lying, or simply not even in the waiting room. The static-filled screen in the corner of the room started to shift and flicker as if some sort of signal was coming through, and if one strained their ears enough they could hear a slow, sinister clapping sound...
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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11:11pm Aug 17 2014
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((I'm gonna go ahead and have to quit sorry ;v; I haven't kept up with this at all and i feel horrible for leaving you guys hanging like i have))
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