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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : . . . ]• [ LOCATION : OUTSIDE ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CAUTIOUS ]​

Halfway through the run, Bernie decided she wanted to hold his hand instead, so he complied while they reached the storage room. Before they closed the door behind them, Harley could have sworn that he heard a female's voice.

"Harley, have yuu noticed da air?" Harley snapped out of his thoughts as the cover tarp was removed to reveal a still-alive Madeline. When he opened the door to the outside, he took a sniff at it. Clean. No radiation. Had the radioactive air only been in Coy City and Brookridge? . . . Were they even in Brookridge anymore?

". . . Clean." he said, grabbing Madeline and swooping her over his shoulder, wincing at the pain it caused, "C'mon."

The two of them walked out the door and into the day, and walked farther away from the building until they turned around. Harley immediately spotted two figures off in the distance and he was ready to start running, until he saw they weren't in cloaks and the both of them had dark hair.

"It's Kallisti and Temperance." he told Bernie, and began to start walking, feeling some relief.

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"I think that once you enter a horror flick, there really is no escape."

Kallisti couldn't help but laugh a little, and then follow Temperance toward the building. Before they reached it, Kallisti saw two figures from the corner of her eye and spun around, pointing her gun and getting ready to shoot. With a surprised look on her face, she tapped Temperance on the shoulder, "It is Harley and Bernadette," she told her, and then began walking up to the others.

When she got closer, she frowned in slight horror at Madeline being draped over Harley's damaged shoulder, "She's not . . ." She couldn't bring herself to complete the sentence.

"No, just unconscious." he replied, patting the girl's butt, "We were kidnapped by these three assholes in cloaks. Bastards tried to drive us off a bridge. Tommy didn't make it."

Of course he didn't make it. Kallisti rolled her eyes, though she did feel sort of bad. She looked over at Temperance, resigning to the fact that she was right about them being kidnapped. She sighed, "We were just going inside." she told them.

Harley gave a cautious look to Bernadette, "We think there's a fire in there." he told her, "But only in that specific sector." And he pointed to another section of the building.

"Well, we are going in this way."

"Let's get this over with." Temperance said, and then pushed open the door. the group of five walked inside and found themselves in a hall that was reminiscent of the one from the abandoned hospital. Kallisti wondered if Chester really was dead or not. They walked down the hall and searched a few rooms that were sat on either side of them, looking for supplies or help that wouldn't result in their deaths.

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"Do you smell fire?" Bernie asked, and the two of them stopped with Harley sniffing at the air. The scent wasn't very strong, but there was an upstarting fire. The two of them stood in a large hall, and Harley contemplated what to do.

"It's not a good idea to stay here," he told her, and then grabbed her wrist, bringing her back towards the way they came. He wished he had some sort of weapon besides his fists so that he didn't feel so goddamned helpless. They hurried back towards the storage room.

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"Quintus, I think they were attacked." Kallisti sighed. "If you tell anyone how nice I was back there, I'll cut your throat."

"Yes ma'am." she replied sarcastically, and then the bloodied note in her back pocket felt as if it weighed a ton.

The two girls walked down the asphalt road in silence, and she mulled over everything that had happened in that hospital room. Chester was dead now. Kallisti wanted to cry about it, a little, but she was more interested in talking to Crestatia now, and asking her things. She wondered how the others were doing, if they really were attacked.

Hopefully, still alive.

Eventually, they came upon a large unfamiliar building. Ugh. Maybe she was full of abandoned building experiences . . . But what if the others were in there? The car tracks seemed to go straight past this building, but. "What do you think?" she asked Temperance.

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{ OOC : I AM SORRY FOR THIS POST. } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL // the outside }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS // NERVOUS }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ ENOUGH TALK, TIME TO GO.​

There it was again, the request to pull the plug. Kallisti looked solemnly at Chester, "Thank you, for everything." she told him, "I am . . . sorry it has to be this way for you." She looked over at Temperance, gave her a nod, then walked behind the bed and took a long, deep breath, "Goodbye, Chester." She pulled out the plug, and then, without waiting to see what would happen, she kept the smaller items with her, dropped the larger ones, and ran out of the room with her partner.

Neither of them stopped to wait and see what would happen now, but they ran down two flights of stairs, through the lobby, and down the entrance hall, jumping into the room with the broken window, and then she let Temperance go first, before following.

". . . Where is the car?!" Kallisti questioned breathlessly, looking around, and then her eyes darted to the ground, noticing tire tracks leading away from them. "Don't tell me that they took off without us!" She was furious - that was just like Harley, that *******! And Madeline . . . Augh.

"We need to get away from here," she said, gripping the gun in her anger and walking, "And . . . I am glad we're both still alive . . ." And then she began to quickly follow the tire tracks until they spun onto the road she remembered seeing when they first started out. "What now?" she asked.

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // THE OUTSIDE.​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 96% :: MENTAL: 90%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ ____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ ____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : . . . ] • [ LOCATION : UNKNOWN ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CAUTIOUS ]​

"And by 'clock', I mean only punching in the face. With your fist. None of this weapon stuff." he told Bernie, making sure the girl wouldn't kill him. At her offer of help, he shook his head, "No, just make sure you stay close to me."

Harley found a single-door entrance and jiggled at the knob; it clicked open, and he looked at his conscious companion. He put a finger to his lips, and then slowly opened the door, it leading into a small room that kind of looked like a storage room of some sort. It was dim, but there was one window for the light to shine through, so they weren't blind. Briefly, he considered leaving Madeline in this closet, so she could be secure and he wouldn't have to worry about her . . .

He sat the light girl down, and looked around the storage room. A cover, good. He grabbed it and bit his thumb, drawing blood.

"Don't panic. We haven't left you. Stay here, we're trying to get help. Harley."

He then ripped of a part of the large cover, and changed the makeshift bandage over her eye. Shit. It looked pretty bad. He hoped it didn't get infected. He looked at Bernie, and then shrugged. Hopefully, she would be okay here. He looked around for anything to lock the door with. The one they had come through, he locked, and the one they were about to go out had a lock on it too, but they couldn't do anything about that.

He adjusted the girl so that she was well-hidden behind a few sacks of . . . whatever, and then draped the cover over her head just so the note would be the first thing she saw.

After taking a breath, Harley quietly opened the door that went further into the building and they found themselves in a hallway. He closed the door behind him, and then began to lead Bernie down the hall, looking at the several other doors and keeping an ear out for trouble. They needed to find supplies.

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{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ BOY IS AWAKE. GATHER INFORMATION. HELP HIM?​

The look that presented itself on Chester's face broke Kallisti's heart a little, and she continued to read what he had written. Though, despite his misfortunes, the boy was useful. He had been through more than one game. That meant . . . maybe they all had - but not all of them were . . . Oh. His memories and this repeating life of his were his punishment, for committing suicide.

"Yes, we have met a . . . version of Analynne, she meddled with Crestatia's game on more than one occassion." she replied to complement her partner's, "Devyn . . . What kind of person is she? You know she was after the players of this session. And she caught us, and then we were all separated. I'm fairly sure some of us are dead now, because of her." Kallisti looked at Temperance after she spoke and wondered if Bag Wo - . . . Devyn was doing this to them because she hated Crestatia, in some way. Perhaps she was a player from a previous session, too?

What did she keep him around for, though? Maybe she cared about him, or perhaps she planned to use him, somehow, against Crestatia. But if he was a broken player, what use could that be?

"Do you think that Devyn is like Crestatia? She seems to have powers beyond that of a player . . . Or access to resources that put her up to a mode that was and is quite dangerous to us . . ."

The 'true' gameboard being broken was a curious thing, and she wondered why that was, and who it was that had broken it in the first place. "The original gameboard . . . What do you know about it being broken?"

"Chester, you've been a lot of help." Kallisti looked over at the other girl, then back at Chester and gave him a genuine smile of thanks.

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // PATIENT'S ROOM​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 99% :: MENTAL: 90%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ ____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ ____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : . . . ]• [ LOCATION : PLACE ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS ]​

Harley looked at Bernie, and then back at the building. He had a feeling about it, that maybe something was in there for them. Why else would it be here, in the middle of nowhere? Everything around them was a making of Crestatia's, wasn't it? It would make sense if this was there for them, too.

He glanced at Madeline, slung over his shoulder. She was running out of time - and they didn't have time to get back to the hospital. "I know you don't like it, but we don't have many options, kiddo." he told her, "Little Maddie here is dying, and we have to get her fixed up. We're not in the best shape either. If this turns out to be a bad idea, you can clock me in the face as hard as you want. Twice, even."

With a shake of his head, Harley began to walk towards the shady building and look for a back entrance, telling Bernie to stay close to him.

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{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS // NERVOUS }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ BOY IS AWAKE. GATHER INFORMATION. HELP HIM?​

Chester's reply was . . . He knew who Crestatia was, and Kallisti had a feeling that she knew why. Her previous notion of him being a family member or lover of Crestatia may not have been right, but she was sure now that he was a player and/or a winner of a previous session. If that were true, then he would know a lot of good information on how to beat the game, how to break the gameboard.

It was also a curious thing that he didn't want to leave; why was that? Perhaps he was just fine, here, and they really should go as he suggested. Pulling the power cord, that was a no. Kallisti would not do it - she didn't trust his word, even if they were really useless. What if they weren't, and he died again? She supposed that didn't matter, as ( according to the note ) he couldn't die, but if Bag Woman really did take care of him, she might immediately know that they were the culprits, and they would be in for it.

. . . Then again, whether or not they followed his request, Kallisti had a feeling they would run into trouble if they stayed here much longer.

It seemed that Temperance's sweet nature had dried up and she was ready to get to the point. Kallisti kept a calm demeanor and waited for her to finish, then brought on a question of her own, "What exactly is your relation to the woman with the bag over her head? Do you know if she has a name or not? If she does have a name, what is it?" Absentmindedly, she played with the red ribbon tied around her wrist.

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // PATIENT'S ROOM​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 99% :: MENTAL: 90%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ ____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ ____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : HERE • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : . . . ]• [ LOCATION : UKNOWN ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SHIT ]​

He nodded at Bernie. "Yeah . . ."

Harley placed a hand on his shoulder, pain blooming from the spot and spreading throughout his body. He grunted but bit down his lip, hard, and then snapped the loose limb forward, and in. "F U C K." he hissed loudly, waiting for the pain to settle in. Moments later, it was better, and he rotated it for good measure. He wasn't fully functional, but he was able to get around better now.

He was cut up even more now, but they weren't stopping him from getting around. He would be alright.

"Alright. We gotta get out of here." he told Bernie, standing and then scooping up the extremely light M into his arms and then laying her over his shoulder. "C'mon, M, stay with us, now." he told her gruffly, and then nodded at the German girl to follow as they started their path down the dirt road. They needed help and healing, fast. And a car. And to get back to the abandoned hospital.

He wondered how far they were from it now. Eventually, they crossed paths with a large and unfamiliar building on the side of the dirt road. Harley looked at Bernie and then back at it, wondering what was in there.

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : . . . ] • [ LOCATION : UNKNOWN ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ADRENALIN ]​

Harley collapsed to the ground, screaming out in pain and frustration, as his shoulder had been dislocated and he was pretty sure one of his ribs was broken. Again. He laid flat on his back as somewhat unemotional tears streamed down either side of his face and he stared up at the sky. Madeline lay next to him and he shortly wondered if the chick was even alive or not.

He was glad to see that Bernie made it. Looked like . . . Harley sighed. Tommy didn't. ****ing hell. Who were those cloaked people, anyway? And that kid from earlier . . . Hadn't Harley seen him at school, or something?

**** . . . everything hurt. Blood streamed down the left side of his face. He rolled up slowly to a sitting position, and then moved Madeline to be on her back, "You alright there, M?" he asked her, then looked at Bernie, "Whatta 'bout you?"

This day was just getting more worse by the second. He wondered how Kallisti and Vanille were doing.

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{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS // NERVOUS }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ BOY IS AWAKE. GATHER INFORMATION. HELP HIM?​

Kallisti's eyes scanned the paper. The handwriting was the same as the bloodied letter. This boy was Cheshire, and it was his nickname a long time ago. Who?

. . . A bag over her face. The bagwoman. A red ribbon around her thigh? She glanced at the one on her wrist.

It was suggested that the two of them leave, but Kallisti looked contemplatively at Temperance before standing, and then back at the boy named Chester. "We need to hurry back anyway - but before we do . . . You wouldn't happen to recognize the name Crestatia, would you?" She wondered what kind of person the bagwoman really was, and why she took care of this boy. She prepped her gun and readied to leave in case they needed to run out.

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // PATIENT'S ROOM​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 99% :: MENTAL: 90%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ ____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ ____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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Harley swung Madeline over his shoulders and began to sprint, shouting for Bernie to follow as he ran, slightly limping away from the bridge and onto more solid ground. God ****ing hell, he was in so much pain. How much of this would he have to endure?

The driver's door flew open and Harley flew out. He was pretty sure that something in his shoulder snapped, and he was in massive pain. He looked around hurriedly for any sign of the others, and then quickly limped back to the car, pulling out Madeline and dragging her away, hoping for the others to come, too.

It all happened before Harley could process properly. Three figures took the car, and now they were prisoner . . .

Harley grabbed the metal bar from the truck area, secretly gave it to Thomas, and then reached for the driver and wrapped his arms around the cloaked figure's neck. The car began to spin wildly out of control, but Harley didn't let go and squeezed even more until he was sure that he heard something crack.[DOUBLEPOST=1365651774][/DOUBLEPOST]He grabbed control of the steering wheel, jumped into the front seat, around the other two and then slammed on to the breaks, the car continuing to spin, and nearly fflipping over

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ BOY IS AWAKE. GATHER INFORMATION. HELP HIM?​

With a small bit of satisfaction, Kallisti leaned back; the boy did have a name. She kept a mental note to ask him about Cheshire. Her curiosity grew when he frowned at the red ribbon on her wrist; recognition, maybe?

He had made no reply to her last two questions, and if he . . . really didn't know, then he was of no use for gathering information. If he and Cheshire really were the same person, then perhaps the former had written it in a spell of calmness?

Temperance left the room with the traded gun in search of communication utensils. Kallisti thought of a few more questions to ask him in her absence, and then she returned ( Kallisti was glad to see her unharmed ) with pen and paper, giving it to the boy. She took a breath and then began the questions again. "What is your name?" she started, "Might you know anyone by the nickname of 'Cheshire', and who he is? . . . " She bit her lip at the thought of the next question, but she couldn't wait much longer to bring up her suspicions about his identity. She would let him answer these first.

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // PATIENT'S ROOM​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 99% :: MENTAL: 92%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ ____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ ____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ BOY IS AWAKE. SPEAK TO HIM.​

As time went on, Kallisti was beginning to have other theories about the boy and who he was. When he pointed to his throat and then shook his head, she looked at Temperance, and then wondered if he knew Sign Language. She did, but she wasn't very good at it, and usually butchered sentences.

She sighed an then pulled the note from her pocket. "But you do have a name, yes?" She decided it would be better to stick to yes and no questions. "Are you the one who wrote this note? Do you know why you are here?" Kallisti held up the note with the hand that the red ribbon was tied around, "Sorry if I am inquiring so much, but I feel that we may need to get to know you a little, and we would like to help, if you are in any sort of trouble . . . I wonder if there are pen and paper around . . ." She looked at Temperance meaningfully about the pen and paper.

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // PATIENT'S ROOM​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 99% :: MENTAL: 93%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ ____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ ____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

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▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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►► North: Origin Bench

Roleplays, roleplays . . .

My current, biggest project is a a roleplay surround the magical girl theme. Don't misunderstand, I'm not the bubblegum and Candyland type person, and so most of my inspiration for this roleplay was drawn from the very happy, super fun ( !! ) anime Puella Magi Madoka Magica. In fact, one would find that my roleplay is, very basically, a Madoka roleplay, but I'm taking a somewhat different direction with it, and it's going to take a lot of planning before I can even say it's half-way done.

I am hoping that it draws a good crowd of boys and girls equally because it's not just girls that players can create, it's the boys, and I'm considering letting a select few create major enemies and have the ability to control them. I'm pretty sure the roleplay will be set to Advanced, but I haven't gotten so far yet to say for sure.

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Once upon a time, I was planning a roleplay that would be the sister project to my character dump story, Project G.E.H., but since there were too many locations and I knew that people would get easily confused, I do believe I dropped it. I have been looking to revive the idea once more, but I feel that the locations and weapons would stop me.

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At one point in time ( though no files of it have been deleted ), I was developing an Assassin's Creed-based roleplay, but it was kind of one that didn't take place in an alternate time or a historical setting. The premier guise was that a collection of young adults who were terminally ill were to be placed in an Animus ( or Animus-like machine ) to access the genetic memories of someone else, and they were set into this other world inside the Animus to maybe find a cure, or simply to live a second life, undeterred by their looming sickness.

Unfortunately, the only thing that would sustain them would be for them to stay inside the Animus, and things aren't always as the seem inside the machine. Eventually, plot would have brought up that there was an important job to be done, and that they needed to complete it, or else there would be trouble.

That's all, folks.

Usually, the first thing I come up with is the name, though when I think about it, starting with the personality or the appearance image would be easier. But a name is, besides a physical appearance, something that you can base the rest of your character off of as well, despite it being only two or three words.

I do admit, it takes me some time to come up with a character that isn't similar to one I've made from before, though I have found that a lot of my characters have similar traits ( i.e. Anastasia Nix from Grimm Cadet and Vanille Frost from 100 DAYS are both childish at base ), but no one fits another to a T, which is nice.

Generally, it does take me some time to find an appearance image, which is why I build up a folder of character stocks and such, even though I still never seem to have one I like ( so I build more, haha ), but once I'm confident enough about the appearance, most everything else comes easy. I think that might be the most fun, besides filling out the Personality section, that I like the most because it sets a visual for the other players to see, and I'm a very visual person.

I've also noticed that a lot of my characters are around the same age, but most roleplays don't exactly . . . allot for older ages. To be factual, I don't mind that because I personally don't have the maturity level to write a character who is an adult without giving them many, many child-like traits, as I'm that way myself.

What happens to my character, how my character develops, all of that stuff depends on the events of the roleplay, and the outcomes have to be . . . realistic - even though I do believe that sometimes, mine aren't. I'm honestly not a good future-thinker, a good planner, and so it's rare that I have plans for the long run, but I am able to come up with things for the moment to put out and execute.

I like skeletons that ask for the details, and personally, I love filling out little details, but those things could also be revealed as the roleplay went along so that the small things aren't always set in stone. I think that, with simple character sheets, I would forget what I even started with and the character would morph into someone undesirable I wasn't for. Were most skeletons simple, I would probably make a list of things about my character somewhere private.

What I don't like about skeletons, just in a general manner, is when people fill them out, I read them, and then their character turns out to be totally different from the original description. It makes me wonder if they really thought out what they originally wrote or not.

I don't mind a Biography section ( as I set one in for the previously closed Hunger Games roleplay ), but most of the time, I do not prefer it. I generally write out a character biography and keep it private, so that I can use it for future reference ( as I said about the personality ), as I am forgetful and might accidentally change an event or something. When there is a Biography section in the skeleton, that kind of takes away the mystery of the character and if it's a really character-development oriented roleplay, then I definitely don't want to know that Madeline Moore drowned her kitten because she had daddy/mommy issues before it was revealed.

My favorite thing about skeletons would probably be the appearance and personality; they just seem to go hand in hand. Writing long personalities is a pet peeve of mine, but sometimes, there are just too many emotional/mental odds and ends about a character that they have to get a little long. Writing a brief four, maybe five sentences about your character is great because it's a start, and you can build on that, you can develop from that, change from it, and the other players can watch you do that and the other characters can develop with you.

Right, right . . . Forgot to mention; I also like seeing a Sexuality/Sexual Orientation section in skeletons because, as previously said, all characters created seem to be . . . heterosexual to a default. Not that it's a bad thing, I suppose, but I definitely don't prefer it. If there are different sexualities running around, that lets way for more character interaction, personality quirks, and character development.

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