- Name: William Mac Dougal
- Age and Gender: 43 and Male
- Appearance: Red haired and fairly hairy, Mac Dougal sports a proud ginger beard, busy eyebrows and receding hairline. He is fit and strong but shows signs of hard living. For instance, his nose has been broken and reset by hand, his skin is slightly jaundiced, and his teeth are crooked (including a one missing one a bit further back). Typically he is seen either wearing his work uniform of overalls and a rolled up plaid shirt, or a Kilt and highland dress. He alternates between wearing a Tam o' Shanter and Flatcap.
- History: Born in Kirkwall Orkney, Mac Dougal has travelled a fair bit around Scotland, spending time in Glasgow, Aberdeen and Edinborough. He worked in coal mines for some time and was engaged to a blind woman, though she broke off the engagement and he hasn't seen her since.
- Skills: Mac Dougal is largely a reclusive groundskeeper; he's very physically fit, skilled at cleaning and handling gardening tools and capable of drinking alcohol in both the kind of quantity and quality that might kill a lesser man. He's a good fighter, having experience both with brawling people and warding animals, further he's a decent shot with a rifle. He can also sheer a sheep which he considers a point of pride which any Highlander ought to be able to claim.
- Possessions: A shovel, toolbox and generally spartan shack in the property he tends to, including a wood stove and simple cot.
- Darksecret: He's illiterate
edited 14th Feb '15 5:20:13 PM by Fauxlosophe
Sandwich Summoner
Gosh you're shy. But okay, I accept your suggestion.
Also, it looks good so far, so it's OK.
edited 14th Feb '15 9:35:10 AM by AtomicNut
poisonpenpal
- Name: "Father" Martin Grigori
- Age and Gender: 31, male
- Appearance: Typical Anglo-Saxon features, but a bit more slim than his fellow country-men. His hair is wispy and blonde, his eyes are brown and there's a scar going across his face from when he was sliced by shrapnel from artillery.
- History: Martin was born and raised in Goatwood, but left when he was 14. He joined Kitchener's Army (after lying about his age, getting caught and talking his way back into the fight) and fought untill the end of the war. After the war, Martin had developed an incredibly bleak outlook on life and became a grifter and con-man. His MO was to pose as a preacher, hold an extemperaneous sermon and pass around a donation plate, egging people to donate to "the church". He has since reformed and works odd-jobs. He feels a strong need to go back to Goatwood, but why he can't really say.
- Skillset: During his time in Kitchener's Army, he studied the weapons of war and learned how they worked and what made them tick. He became a half-way decent mechanic and can even repair some mechanical devices. As a con-man he was good at reading crowds and could always see which way the winds was blowing and change it. T Hough now he sees no reason to hustle people anymore.
- Belongings: A house in Goatwood with various items from Martin's childhood, a bindle with some provisions and camping supplies in it. A holy bible. A silver fob watch.
edited 14th Feb '15 8:23:06 PM by WolfAmongGods
Saint Laughter
Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
- Name: Boris Nikolai Partridge
- Age and Gender: 20, Male
- Appearance: Your average British man. Usually wears black, in imitation of Oswald Mosley.
- History: Claims to be a lifelong resident of Northshire. Dropped out of school at the age of 12, and joined the fascist youth movement at the age of 18. In the intervening years, he worked in a shop.
- Skillset: Arguing, fistfightin', firearms.
- Belongings: Clothes, pamphlets, knife.
- Dark Secret: Will PM this to you.
edited 25th Feb '15 4:06:18 PM by RenaTheArchmage
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
Sandwich Summoner
Martin Grigori- Refused. You do mention him being a priest, but there's no mention of his priestly skills in the sheet. Also, gun-toting priest and marksman who can make traps and bombs in addition to conman? Please tone it down.
Since it's a local, we talked over P Ms you didn't need a dark secret.
Yaakov Shrewsbury- Accepted.
edited 14th Feb '15 3:37:23 PM by AtomicNut
poisonpenpal
Sandwich Summoner
Okay, that's better. Accepted.
Edit: William's revision is re-accepted aswell.
Also there's a discussion thread made already.
edited 14th Feb '15 5:51:07 PM by AtomicNut
- Name: Professor Henry Eddings.
- Age and Gender: Male, 54.
- Appearance: A tall, broad-shouldered older man, with graying blond hair, a well trimmed beard and round spectacles.
- History: Born in Bromham, Bedfordshire, but moved to London at a young age. Became a teacher and worked at several schools, and later became a professor of history at the University of London.
- Skillset: Extensive knowledge of history and literature. An amateur archaeologist. Played rugby in his younger days.
- Belongings: Rooms at a boarding house in Goatwood, lots of books. A collection of archaeological tools.
- Dark Secret: Working on it...
I'm interested. I'm also considering having two backstories, one written up for here which would be what my character would tell everyone, and the other PMed to you which would be the actual story. (Considering, but not certain about it.) Would that be acceptable?
Sandwich Summoner
Sure, go ahead. You have to PM a dark secret anyway, and those can alter a backstory significantly.
Henry Eddings- Accepted.
- Name: Wolfgang Schmidt
- Age and Gender: 28. Male.
- Appearance: Though once handsome, Schmidt's face is scarred with burns covering primarily the left side of his face and leaving the left side of his head bald. His left hand is burned similarly, and, if you removed his clothes, you'd find the burns cover most of his left side and large parts of his right side. However, much of his right side preserves his former beauty, with minor scarring. His piercing blue eyes and blond hair, his smooth, beautiful skin, and his muscled physique are preserved to a greater extent than the other side, though he has a scar on his right eye and his right hand is missing the pinky finger, with burns an that side of it. He dresses well, wearing a well tailored suit, black trench coat, and black pork pie hat.
- History: Wolfgang Schmidt was born in Germany around the turn of the century to a poor German family. His parents were German nationalists, so he grew up being taught to love his country. As such, when the war came around, he joined the German air force. He quickly rose through the ranks and became an ace, fighting on the Eastern Front in the Serbian Campaign. His success and a beauty he had since childhood led to him being hailed as a war hero. However, as the war began to turn against Germany, he became more bitter and angry, especially after a bad crash left his face scarred and brought him out of the limelight of the German propaganda machine. That, combined with the collapse of the German Empire, left him depressed. The next decade was relatively uneventful before he got his letter from the mayor of Goatwood and left to join the city. Or, at least, that's what he tells people.
- Skillset: Schmidt is naturally charismatic, though he's less so now that his appearance has been scarred since he had come to rely upon it, and an excellent liar. He can rile up a crowd very well and is skilled at tactics and politics. He's also an excellent pilot, especially of smaller planes, and even more so in dogfighting. He has reasonably good aim with a gun, but its nothing special. He also has a lot of knowledge of the occult and Norse mythology.
- Belongings: Schmidt doesn't have much. Just a ton of money from his fame, several suits, a pocket watch, and a knife he keeps in his suit's jacket pocket.
Sandwich Summoner
Accepted.
Awesome! :D
Back after a long hiatus
Name: Kara Mc Gowan.
Age and Gender: Female, age 24.
Appearance: Tall and willowy, with red hair down to her mid-back and a fine, almost dainty-looking face, if not for the huge blotch of a birthmark on one side of her face. Generally seen wearing light summer dresses in varying shades of green, until winter rolls around. Then she bundles up so tightly you can hardly see her face.
History: Kara was born in Dublin, Ireland, to a comfortably middle-class family. She was an only child, and was something of a tomboy, despite her predilection for fancy dresses. Basically, as a child, she was full and happy and wanted for nothing. She went to college at the Catholic University of Ireland, studying to become a biologist, when she met him. Marcus mac Branain. Devastatingly handsome, charming, funny, nice, everything a girl could possibly want. He had almost the entire school's female population falling over themselves to get a chance with him... And he chose her instead, the girl with the wine-stained face. Their wedding was a great spectacle, lavish and expensive, with every treat and refreshment imaginable. The newlywed couple honeymooned in Bermuda, where they kissed under the stars. It seemed like Kara was living a fairy tale. But as they returned home, Kara noticed that her husband had become distant and cold towards her. When they returned to Marcus' house in (Kara having moved in with him), the moment they stepped in the door, Marcus pointed at a broom and dustpan that had apparently been set out a week beforehand, and said "Start cleaning." Kara, a bit disturbed by her dearest's change in behavior, asked what he meant. Bad idea.
Marcus exploded, yelling things like "a woman should know her place" and "I'm the man, do what I say". He accompanied this by grabbing the broom and beating her with it. As soon as she got the chance, Kara sprinted out the door, barely keeping herself from beginning to cry. She hailed a taxi, and when the cabby asked her where she wanted to go, all she said was "Anywhere but here", and broke down bawling. The rather concerned cabby took her to the docks, and managed to get her to tell her story. Feeling terribly sorry for the poor broken girl
, he decided to pay for her passage to England, and gave her some more money besides, to get her start there. That was a few years ago, and Kara is still afraid of her husband; any mention of him by name will send into a panic attack. She got her letter when she had just lost her job as an assistant in a flower shop.
Skillset: Fluent in Irish, and skilled at running in a dress. Also has a few wilderness survival skills, given her rough-and-tumble childhood.
Belongings: Several dresses she bought once in England, a sunhat, and a knife, which she kind of knows how to use, though she practices every day on a wooden dummy in her backyard.
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert
Sandwich Summoner
Kara. Approved.
Sandwich Summoner
Roleplay is go!.
Sandwich Summoner
Also, Rena... the hell you did with your character, why did you edit it?
Has this started yet?
Sandwich Summoner
Yes it has. But the signup is not closed.Feel free to give a shot!
edited 7th Mar '15 3:55:05 PM by AtomicNut
Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
DON'T BE OF QUESTIONINGS BORIS PLEASE
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
Sandwich Summoner
Whether you're joking or just trolling me it matters little now. The RP is now declared dead.
DISCLAIMER: I'll keep adding stuff as details are polished.
Hi! And Welcome to Goatwood! My name is William Drake, and I'm the town's mayor! It's a pleasant day when new people arrive, specially when so much people have suffered in the Great War, and the Depression.
Oh...you've heard something about the story of this town? Be careful, our benevolent Earl Melvin Philip Tolbert-Feller does not like the malicious slander of people! He's such a fine man, and he's got quite an impressive library! A man of wealth and taste like no other!
Well, um, yes. We lost half of the town during the Black Saturday a while ago... I tell you, those forest fires can char you to the bone! Witches coven? Nonsense! That was just slander! We had some old midwives that maaaybe they went too high on drugs on ages past, and maaaybe they had a run in with the Inquisition!
Oh, the massacre of the Druid forest? Yes, it happened in the woods over there, back in the Roman Era! The graves still remain to this day. Take a picture of them!
Well, I can't say this is the best place of the world, mind. But we're giving our estate for free to gather all those wandering lost souls, so you can't exactly complain can you? I look forward to see you contributing to the community.
Just a heads up, don't trust anything that drunk priest says. He's a good man, but sometimes he's... a little unnerving!
It was never a good decade to begin with. The year is 1931. The exhausted Old World is barely keeping together, as the scars of the Great War are taking its toll on society. Here and there, more and more people are getting desperate. The New World is also reeling back, as the world market has plummetted into reccession as well. You have nowhere to go, and you've done things you regret. And just like that, a letter appeared in your mailbox. With beatiful penmanship, the Earl of Goatwood has offered you a place to live and to start anew, to be forgotten and in peace. Apparently, Goatwood needs more inhabitants in order to function properly. You have no idea how such an individual reached you, but you had little to lose, so you signed up.
After a travel which seemed an eternity, you reached the backward town of Goatwood, in England. And you were promptly greeted by the Mayor. Despite his thuggish, animalistic face, unibrow, mutton chops and hairy hands, he's an spirited man. He assures things will go well from now on.
And yet, you can feel there's something else. Clawing at the back of your mind. Goatwood... is not what it seems to be.
This is Goat Wood Signup RP. Here is where characters will be submitted as well as a few blurbs of character information will be posted. This will be a Survival horror story, so I'd appreciate if the caracters were not action heroes loaded to the teeth. Also, bear in mind that this is an RP where characters may die pretty easily, so don't even attempt to play if you're going to be ticked off about characters death.
Also, there will be no references to Elder Ones (other than in context ones related to Lovecraft works) whatsoever in this RP. There isn't going to be WWII themes (because it's rather early, mind) either.
Player characters: All of them must have a dark secret they want no one to find about, and said secret will be the reason for their arrival at Goatwood. This stays true for most NPC's i'll introduce as well (although there can be exceptions). Exceptions will be handled at my discretion among players if I deem those fit.
About guns and combat ability: It's a postwar setting so guns aren't going to be that scarce... but Goatwood would have little in the way of reloading. So...if you are bringing a gun think well when to shoot, chances are you might not be able to reload anytime soon. And of course, some of the things that lurk in Goatwood will laugh at your Kung-Fu. Needless to say, while I won't disapprove combat focused characters, they have a tendence to go in blazes of glory and not survive...and I would prefer more down-to-earth people that struggle to survive in unlikely circumstances.
About the esoteric, Witchcraft and Magic: I will examinate characters with these supernatural traits on a case to case basis. Magic is frowned upon even in Goatwood, and it's dark, nasty and full of dangers. We're not talking about kids with wands flying on brooms nor the lvl 5 Fireball spell... we're talking of nasty curses, eyes melting and chandelliers murdering people kind of magic. A notable exception is exorcists. I'll accept exorcists fine, but be sensible. It'd do little sense if the new batch of residents all turned to have a hand or two at exorcising.
About Local people: I may allow to play people who were born in Goatwood, but it has a catch. See, Goatwood residents know a couple of terrible secrets (and a lot of the them have dark secrets on their own), and revealing these secrets to people who are just newcomers will have you killed on the spot. It means spoiling the players too, so it's a high risk kind of profile.
Without further ado, here's the Sheet Prototype.
In addition to the Sheet, you must at least PM me with the Dark Secret: The reason why you came to this backwater place, and the thing you don't want others to know about. The darker the better. PM this part, and don't bother adding it up.
Looking for the discussion thread? Here
1-NPC's
2-Locations
3-Legends
Looking for the RP proper?here
edited 12th Mar '15 4:59:09 PM by AtomicNut