forum A Haunting of Faeshire Manor || Mature || Horror || Mystery || CLOSED

Started June 17, 2019 by Deleted user

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yep! but if you have another idea for your character, I'm all ears.

nope I'm good with that one
I'll try and have my character up by today

Noice!

Name: Tyler Donne (nicknamed TD or Teddy)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual but isntout to everyone, maybe 2 people on the team know
Age: 21
Job: Camera guy
Personality: a bit awkward and pretty insecure, Goof, pretty funny when you get to know him, generally a very kind person, cares for others, loves animals, clumsy, likes exploring different places, daydreamed, likes alcohol and coffee.
Appearance: Dyed green hair that's fluffy/wavy and kind of damaged (he died it a lot) that's longer on the top and flops over his face often, eyes are a strange mix of blue, green and amber, freckles dusting his face and shoulders, very pale and has very prominent eye bags, skinnier/scrawny body type just generally through genetics, average height.
Talents: Videography and photography, generally good with cameras, quiet/fast runner, good at keeping quiet from always being behind the camera.
Flaws: Pretty insecure, not physically strong, clumsy.
Outfit: Wears a dark muted brown field jacket at all times, greyscale plain longsleeve shirts, sometimes wears a plaid shirt, Black slim Jean's, has all sorts of camera parts in his pockets and usually has headphones with him.
Tragic back story: He had always had a love of technology, especially cameras. Photography and videography were his outlets of emotion and he spend basically any money he could make on camera equipment throughout his youth. Cameras were especially important to him since he was severly bullied throughout his school years and cameras were always his escape. He realized he was gay in his sophomore year but didn't come out in fear that the bullying would become worse. Luckily in his senior year he the bullying had for the most part subsided, he still got picked on a bit but it wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be and then the day before graduation, he said fuck it and died his hair bright pink as he entered a new part of his life.

(Shoot I'm so sorry Eris, here is my character)
Name: Linnea (Lin) Danners
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual/Aromantic
Age: 21
Job: Tech Dude
Personality: Not very social. Very book smart, very intelligent but would probably rather be reading than talking to people. Good at keeping people focused and good at keeping the group on track. She's very much like a mom friend in that sense. Gets very hangry, values sleep and food. Most people assume she doesn't like them but that's just because she's really quiet until you get to know her. Easily excited.
Appearance: Shoulder length hair that is brownish-red. It looks redder in the sun. Her skin is pretty pale but she has a bunch of freckles all over her face and body. She is very athletic and a little ripped. She has really strong arms and legs and a six pack on a good day. 5'5 and a half.
Talents: Gymnastics. She's been a gymnast most of her life. She's also really good at coding and math.
Flaws: If she is tired, hungry, or both she is really mean. It's really best not to interact with her because she will unapologetically tell you exactly how she feels.
Outfit: Leggings or jeans. Some kind of t-shirt and a jacket or hoodie. Tennis shoes. She keeps it pretty simple and casual.
Tragic back story (or like…. just a normal backstory): She's done gymnastics since she was six and she's really good at it. She's won a lot of championships and could have gone to the Olympics but the gymnastics place she was at got way too political and bad so she quit. She still does it on the side and she still works out multiple times a week. After she stopped doing gymnastics at 18 she didn't really know what she wanted to do. She got accepted into a lot of good schools including Stanford so she went there. She was at a party one night and she swore she saw a ghost but people just laughed and told her she was drunk, ghosts weren't real. But she was determined so she did some research and started to compile her collection of equipment so she could prove they were real.

It was a sunny day, but you wouldn't know it, not if you were looking up at the front of Faeshire Manor. The large building seemed to suck in the sunlight, the sky loosing it's blue hue against the sharp lines of the roof, but instead of giving off a glow the ancient home seemed to douse that light. Forcing it deep within it's dusty corridors and snuffing it out with a silent, horrifying scream.
The manor was once beautiful, one could suppose it still was, the peak of grandeur when it was built in the early 1800s. Large with a grand arching staircase, wide Roman pillars, a ballroom large enough to host the entire social life of New York and then some, gardens wondrous enough to get lost in. The Manor was truly a wonder of it's age, even with it's boarded up windows and layers upon layers of dust, grime, and other unspeakable things… and yet…
Unseen eyes followed anyone that stepped foot on the drive, howls shook the boards of the floors, hoofed foot prints appeared and disappeared without a trace, much like to people who dared venture within. Something evil was in that house, they whispered, too many deaths to count, too many horrors to speak of anymore. So it lay forgotten in the middle of a once lovely forest.
In the upper most window of the left tower, a pale face looked out through one of the few unbroken windows. If you looked away she would vanish, but if you looked closer you'd see that the young woman didn't bother with her general appearance at this time, she wasn't even sure that she was visible to the eye, so instead of her kind melancholy face, she looked as she did when the cops had found her. Gaping wound where her heart should be, deep purple bands of violence around her throat, mouth open in a anguished scream, dirty scratches stretching from her hairline to the base of her neck, her simple gown in tatters. Despite her appearance this spirit would be, and is, referred to as the 'Light of Faeshire'. A lovely spirit plagued with sorrow as she tries to break free of the oppression holding her. The oppression holding the house in it's feral grip.
She was just so lonely.

Until recently.
Until today.
Welcome to Faeshire Manor.

Sheena stood in the drive, tucking her sunglasses into the pocket of her leather jacket, pulling it tighter around her. "Is it just me, or is it weirdly cold?" She asked, looking up at the house. "Seriously, how bad could this ghost be that it's already cold out? We're still a few yards from the damn house!"

Genissa breathed in the air emanating from the house, feeling a strong presence. "The ghost is very strong," she explained loudly, staring up at one of the windows. She blinked rapidly, trying to sense more information about the ghost, but couldn't see anything.

Mimi stood at her window, looking out past the tall trees. She loved the view. The city was just beyond the trees and it lit up the sky at night. The yearning she felt was enough to make her form flicker, enough to make her wail in despair every second of every day, but she had control over that now. At least somewhat.
"There's people on the lawn." The echo whisper of another spirit, this one a small child that came up to hold Mimi's hand as he spoke. The house rumbled, that pulsating darkness in the basement awakening. Both Mimi and the boy shuddered. "The demon…" The boy started, but vanished as quickly as he came. Mimi looked once more out the window, raising her hands to the glass. "So many people lately." She said to no one. It was true, the constant barrage of people the past….weeks, was it? Days? How long had it been since she died again? Mimi shook her head forcefully trying to focus. All these people were just causing more unrest.
She didn't like it, but at the same time…
She wanted to be free.

Tyfer stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the dizzyingly high towers. He shivered. He was always cold, but this was more so than usual. Pulling at his knit, ugly patterned sweater, he cast a look at each of the members of his team. "This should be interesting."

Dijona exploded out of the front seat from where he was driving, joining the posse a little late with some cameras in his arms. He liked the chill that was mentioned. Not only did it send chills down his spine, but it made him excited. Chills usually meant ghosts and other spooky things.

"Hell yeah it'll be interesting! Let's go in and get some footage!" He tugged on a random body part he found of one of his crew and started dragging them over to the mansion. "Wow this place is great!" He exclaimed like a child in a candy shop as he threw open the door like he owned the damn place.