Ghost Town (OOC)

[Totenglaut]

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Wind howls over the almost barren New Mexico landscape. Just up ahead is a cluster of buildings. A small sign is buffeted in the wind it's long chains snapping. Finally the words come into view. "Welcome to Shakespeare, New Mexico Population:" The flurry of numbers that come after it have been crossed out circled and recrossed out. There seems to be no current number for the population. A slow smile takes over the features of the creature looking at it. He floats up to the sign and slowly scratches in one number. The sign now says: "Welcome to Shakespeare, New Mexico Population: 1".
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Shakespeare was a Boomtown it showed up overnight and struggled through the rest of the years. It's population fluctuated greatly from when it was born until finally the last citizens simply abandoned the old mining town.

For years it has sat in New Mexico the old buildings a sad testament to what could've been a good town. At least until now. Because now an awful creature has taken over Shakespeare. Shakespeare is now the hunting grounds of a terrible creature known only as the Black.

The Black is a creature who extends it's own lifespan by draining the residual energy of spirits. Or in more understandable terms, draining the life force of a ghost. And the Black is hungry once more. After two days of painstakingly searching out ghosts to trap and setting up an impenetrable wall he's ready to eat.

Ten ghosts with nothing in common but being ghosts have been trapped in Shakespeare, New Mexico. The Black has let them loose in the town with intentions of going after them and hunting them down like wild animals.

At the moment none of these ghosts knows just how much danger they are in. They only know escape is impossible. But when they are finally caught there won't be any other place for them. Just...nothingness.

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Okay several things. One. ONE. Of the ghosts will be the Black in disguise. Anyone who wants that role may secretly PM me and I will notate that the role is taken. And ONLY that. The object of this is simple: A ) Find out who the Black is and B ) Find it's weaknesses and banish it
However if that doesn't happen ghosts will be picked off one by one. At that point the player can do one of two things. 1) Become an extension of the Black and loose all memory or 2) Become part of a small jury that will at the end decide which player was the Black [This is only if some other player doesn't guess first]
Needless to say you must be okay with allowing your character to do one of these two things.
I will NOT be the Black for sure as I need to be on the Jury at the end (I will serve as the lead member).

Okay now for the fun stuff.
Rules-
1. Obey all RPA rules
2. Listen to ME. Or the Mods.
3. Guesses must be submitted by PM not in the OOC Thread.
4. If you wish to be the Black PM me and I will ask you some questions to make sure you can play the role (they aren't trick questions and not hard).
5. Character deaths are chosen randomly by a generator NOT me. Do not moan and complain if your character is killed choose one of the two options listed above and wait.
6. HAVE FUN!

Character Skeletons-
Name: (full name)
Appearance Age: (age they were when they died)
Actual Age:
Gender:
Bio: (Life before death)
Death: (Both how and when they died and what they've done since then)
Appearance: (picture description or both)
Other:

Cast List-
William Orling- Totenglaut (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=87163&postcount=4)
Daisy May Ruthaford - nonangelic92 (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=87135&postcount=3)
Marley Plattner -Merry Gentry (http://www.role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=90309&postcount=9)
Alia Faix -Azure-Quill (http://www.role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=95093&postcount=16)
Edward Kole -Govannon (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=95422&postcount=18)

[nonangelic92]

Hey is it cool if I join, I'll have a C.S up in a few, I was working on on, but my dumb arse exited outta it accidentally.

[nonangelic92]

Name: Daisy May Ruthaford.
Appearance Age: 23
Actual Age: 167
Gender: Female
Bio: Daisy May was born in a little town of New York. Daisy May always wanted to be a singer at a very young age ever since she heard her mother sing, and the sound from her voice was that of an angel learning to fly for the very first time. Daisy's mom taught her to sing and sent her to many places where rich folk were and when Daisy sang, the rich folk's wakllets basicly weeped out money for joy. When Daisy was at the ripe age of 21, she decided she would go out west and see what life was truelly like. Well it didn't take Daisy long to see that life was rough. When Daisy's money ran out, she landed in Shakespeare New Mexico. When noone wanted to hire a singer for their business, the Madam of the First Chance Saloon, decided to give Daisy a shot, when she did the saloon was filled so fast with men the Madam didn't know what to do. Well she hired Daisy and she worked there everynight right up til her death.

Death: Daisy remembers the way she dies up to the last image she saw. It was a friday night in the scorching summer. Daisy was walking home alone, since the usual escort home had to rush home to his wife. She decided to take the back alley behind the market, when she saw two men ease outta the shadows one coming towards her from the front and the other behind. Well Daisy was beatened and raped til they left and she slowly died thinking how everyone will miss her and especially her parents. Since Daisy died on that night, she really hasn't done anything speciial. She haunted the hell outta the two basterads that killed her, til they confessed and were hung for killing a very loved member of the community. She watched as the town turned towards being just an etching of the past, waiting for someone to enter the town, to bring life to it once again.

Appearance: http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/33945.jpg

[Totenglaut]

Accepted, Angelic. Here is my character...He ish a favorite

Name: William Orling
Appearance Age: 25
Actual Age: 80
Gender: Male
Bio: William was born and raised in Great Britain. He married his childhood sweetheart, Mary. Of course after the wedding the "fairy-tale" marriage started to spiral down the drains. William and Mary found everything to fight about. They couldn't agree on anything. Finally Mary had enough. She moved to the USA and sent divorce papers to William. William immediately followed her to the US where their last huge fight happened. Afterwards William was feeling depressed for months. He went about in a slump finally settling in New Mexico, New Mexico.
Death: After about seven months William hit the rock bottom of his depression. So one sunny May day he found a nice window to jump from. What happened next is something either William won't tell anyone or something he doesn't remember. He does remember the bone-crushing impact of the ground so it's pretty safe to guess that William jumped from the third story window. After his death William haunted Mary from a distance watching her go about life. When she remarried though he fled back to New Mexico deciding it was too painful to watch her love another. It was about this time he stumbled over Shakespeare. Thinking it was a good place to settle he entered the town just a few days before the Black.
Appearance: http://www.viceversa.nl/photos/photo-portrait-man002.jpg
A German actor who's real name is Rudi Godden
Other: William has trouble keeping form unlike most ghosts he doesn't maintain his appearance before he died if at any point his emotions become to strong William will revert to what he looked like after susposedly jumping. He also does not speak. Ever. If it's because he won't or he can't is a mystery.


William will end up speaking...it's going to be a huge rant though.

[Merry]

oh! this looks like it will be alot of fun... can I join you?

[Totenglaut]

Yes, please, Gentry. ^^

[Merry]

I'll work on something by tomorrow.. and it's Merry, please :)

[Totenglaut]

I thought I said that...where did I come up with that....
my brain is not working I apologize

[Merry]

No worries!

Name : Marley Plattner
Appearance age : 17
Actual Age : 47
Gender : Female

Bio : Marley was always a quiet girl. Never in trouble in school. Never in trouble at home.
Straight A student, usually on the honor roll and could be found reading in the library just about every day. She was shy, quiet girl. Until she met Marc. He was a transfer student from another school in the city. The inner city. He quickly became her world. They were inseparable when
they were in school. They went everywhere together, sat in all the same classes, usually holding hands. He would walk her home every day, then cross back through the city to his house. One day he asked her
to come with him to meet his mother.

As they left school and walked to his home, it was a much different neighborhood than anything Marley had ever really known. As they walked through a particularly bad section of town, a part that Marc usually
avoided if he could, three men moved out of dark alley and proceeded to harass them. With taunts of "Come here baby" and "She's too pretty to be with you boy" things quickly got out of hand, as they were outnumbered. To Marley's shock and surprise Marc pulled out a gun, trying to defend her only to have things go horribly wrong. During the ensuing struggle, two shots rang out. Either one would have been enough to be fatal. One hitting Marley in the chest, the other into her abdomen. She was dead as she fell.
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Other: Marley didn't realize she was dead for along time. She followed Marc trying to talk to him, not understanding why he was upset, why he didn't acknowledge her. Time has no meaning to a ghost so she doesn't remember alot of the early days, just alot of crying and sadness and then watching Marc try to commit suicide, over and over. When he was put in a hospital for his own safety, he was barely even alive anymore, she couldn't watch him any more. She wandered through the city trying to find anyone to hear her and then just kept on going, further and further south. Until she finally
wandered into Shakespeare.

[Totenglaut]

You're good, Merry.
Welcome to Ghost Town.
I would like to start when we hit six. But I don't know how much interest this is garnering....

[Merry]

:blush: thanks!

[Totenglaut]

...I might make another character just so we can start to fill up faster

[Mysteria]

This has been featured as RP of the Week (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?p=93071#post93071)

[Totenglaut]

Thank you, Mysti. ^^

[Merry]

we'll get a few more people that way! :) Thanks!

[Azure-Quill]

Name: Alia Faix

Appearance Age: 18

Actual Age: 28

Gender: Female

Bio: Alia was going to be the greatest anthropologist that had ever lived, because she wasn't going to have it any other way. As soon as she knew what one was she dreamed of discovering rainforest civilisations that had remained hidden from the rest of the world for centuries, or interviewing ancient, wise monks on misty and obscure mountains. She would be an explorer, an adventurer, and everyone would know her name. The world would fawn over her stunning fashion sense and she would start trends everywhere. But when she finally made it and she was jetting off from dreary England to write her first paper, she didn't end up anywhere like the exotic climes she had dreamed of.

Instead, she found herself in Shakespeare. Apparently 'The Last Miners of Shakespeare' was an absolutely gripping idea, and she'd signed up immediately. Except... well, it was no New Guinea. But she still dreamed of making it one day, so she diligently got to work and starting interviewing. Only it turned out that one or two miners were engaged in less than legal activities, and they didn't want some snot-nosed anthropologist digging anything up. So it wasn't long before she had an accident. Everyone couldn't help but admit how tragic it was, tripping and falling on a pickaxe like that.

Death: Despite how she died, and despite how she still dreamed of seeing the exotic side to the world, Alia still feels compelled to finish her paper. When the miners were still there, she would scribble notes down every day in the insubstantial notebook that somehow accompanied her on her transition into becoming a ghost. Eventually the miners and her words dried up, and every day Alia sits and waits on the rooftops, watching the road and waiting for the miners to return. Then, maybe, she can finally finish the work she came here to do.

Appearance: http://www.mynewhair.info/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/emo-girl-black-hair.jpgShe loved her strange sense of fashion to the day she died, and her clothes are representative of this, even if they don't show up so well most of the time. Her black leather over-the-knee boots sport purple racing stripes, and her short sleeved and hooded trench coat (worn open, not zipped up) is of a similar style. That's not so bad, but her hat wouldn't look out of place as a show piece on the runway.
http://www.weirdworm.com/img/people/15-bizarre-hats/couch-hat.jpgOther: She's fiercely protective of what she has written, and she swears (once she's heard of him) that even Black won't get to see what she's done so far. Also, the hat is sacred. Anyone who insults it will deeply regret it.


Hope that's ok. :D

[Totenglaut]

Perfect. you are accepted.

[Govannon]

Name: Edward Kole
Appearance Age: 19
Actual Age: 20
Gender: Male
Bio: Always something of a strange child, Edward showed a fascination with the abnormal at a young age and as he grew the obsession only got worse. From the inane, such as Cthulhu plushes to the truly bizarre and disturbing, such as sacrificial knives. He was the type of person that would eagerly travel for days to get a piece of paraphernalia from the Spanish Inquisition.

Gradually his interest grew from casual detachment into active participation. He began studying the occult and life after death. He began to conduct rituals and while he didn't seem to gain any boon from any of these practices, he decided to continue on with them anyways. After all, it was fun, he was bound to find something that would work one of these days, and besides what was the harm?

Death: To make a long, complicated, and deeply humiliating story short, it is not a good idea to be raising a heavy iron cross above your head during a heavy thunderstorm. The fact that the ritual was designed to help protect against acts of god only added to the bitter sting. Since then, Edward has been trapped in the same clothes he was wearing when he died, cultist robes and a mask. As to why he he ended up in Shakespeare, well, he couldn't control his body well enough to pick up a map or a compass and navigating by the stars is really, really hard.
Appearance: http://fc04.deviantart.net/images3/i/2005/147/2/6/cultist_by_Gomorrha.jpg

[Totenglaut]

Is it bad if I laughed a little bit?
Very ironic death. I like ^^
Welcome to Ghost Town.

[Govannon]

That's what I was going for

I was originally planning on having him fall onto a sacrificial knife, but then I saw Azure's character...

[Totenglaut]

Un more person and I open IC okies?
And we still need the Black ladies and gentlemen.
Who wants to be messed-up?

[Anne Bonny]

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[Merry]

thanks Anne!

[Totenglaut]

Yes thank you very much.
So we've got our black. I might open the IC a little early just depending on who is going to join.