Cape Providence ~ Prison For The Criminally Insane

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Cape Providence

“Good evening prisoners. My name is Doctor Kaine. Welcome to Cape Providence, an island off the coast of the United States that’s home to a rather unique prison for the criminally insane. Although the circumstances are different you are all here for one very simple reason; you have been deemed far too dangerous to be allowed to remain within any civilised society and have been sentenced to life imprisonment at Cape Providence.

Society doesn’t want you, the courts have condemned you and, if your thoughts have turned to seeking a government pardon for your crimes, I can assure you that as far as the State is concerned you all no longer exist. But I promise you it does not have to end here! Here at Cape Providence you will find no iron bars or cold stone cells, nor will your lives be subjected to the regimented schedules and excessive regulations common at other penitentiaries. As a matter of fact when your boat arrives at the island you’re completely free to go, once you are all processed and released by our guards, that is.

Here at Cape Providence you have the opportunity to make a new life for yourself, away from the society that has forsaken you. There are few rules or laws here, save for those you make amongst yourself. You are free to make your own decisions. You can work together to make a safe society or you can hack and slash each other to your heart’s content if you are so inclined. Just remember these three rules – Do not try to escape; you will fail. Do not cause trouble in any designated Safe Zones; you will be punished. And most importantly if I request an interview with you you are to turn yourself in to the nearest guard immediately. Failure to comply will result in your tracking chip being activated and guards apprehending you with extreme force.

Welcome to the island.”

Hello ladies and gentlemen. My name is Marissa and I’ll be your Game Master this evening. As you saw above, Cape Providence is a prison for the worst of the worst; psychotic murderers, serial killers, rapists and kidnappers who have been judged criminally insane and beyond any hope of rehabilitation all call the island home. Originally proposed after a mass breakout from a psychiatric prison led to a string of brutal murders across America, Cape Providence has since been used as something of a dumping ground for the worst criminal offenders; it’s isolated, it’s secure, it’s cheap due to the fewer staff and supply requirements, and it allows for a team of leading psychologists like the good doctor to learn what causes people go insane enough to kill. 

This roleplay will be based on the island of Cape Providence, where people will play as prisoners struggling to survive in a world where everyone seems out to kill them. Now you may be asking yourself why I would put you poor people in such a hostile environment? Well some have said it’s because I’m a “completely psychotic, sadomasochistic bitch with some major issues”. However that particular quote comes from my ex and what the hell do they know, amirite? *Eye twitch*

I take it from your nervous expressions that you want me to go on! Anyways, over the years Cape Providence has become home to more than your run-of-the-mill axe murdering hitchhiker. Some of the people inside the facility are even quite friendly when they know you don’t want to kill them. The Cape Providence facility has been so successful that lately any old criminal is being dumped, regardless of their mental condition, as long as they have a prison sentence that will likely last the rest of their life. Like that guy over there; he only stole a car (Too bad it was the mayor’s). Those people over there are P.O.W.’s in the War on Drugs. Or that lady! No, not her! The one throwing cats off the roof of the church! She used to be one of the friendly, helpful medical volunteers who treat people in the Safe Zones!

This roleplay is a freeform and will be very relaxed (Well, as relaxed as being on an island of mass murderers can be) with no real central plot. People can try to escape the island and make it back to the lives they left behind, make a new life for themselves on the lawless streets of Providence, join or start a criminal gang, find work as a freelance specialist of some kind or even try and infiltrate Fort Providence and see what Dr. Kaine is really up to. Or you can just murder one another, wallpaper your new house with human flesh or throw faeces at people from a rooftop depending on the type of mental condition that got you landed here in the first place. Below I have some information on some of the more popular locations across the island as well as a character sheet for anyone interested to fill out. If you have any questions feel free to ask. Surprisingly I don’t bite.

Cape Providence

Originally settled upon the colonisation of the Americas, Cape Providence is overseen by a monstrous fort that remains intact to this day. For a while the island was home to a small fishing village until the 1980’s when Terrant Corporation purchased the entire island and turned the island into a tourist hub. Slowly urbanisation began to kick in to satiate the needs of tourists, although when that industry dried up the resultant city was converted into a network of secretive research and development facilities with industrial sprawls soon covering the entire island, save for around the edges. When Terrant went bankrupt the island was abandoned and eventually purchased by the government who designated the entire area a penal colony. Convicts were simply dumped into the city which was soon claimed by rival gangs, while a full naval blockade and a small military garrison were established to make sure they kept their depravity on the island alone.

Fort Providence: Formerly an old fortress constructed as a watch post for pirate and privateer fleets, Fort Providence was abandoned not long after the American Civil War. When Cape Providence was turned into a prison island the old fort was refurbished; it’s splintering wooden doors replaced with coded-access doors of heavy steel, while its old black powder cannons were replaced with heavy duty machine gun turrets capable of mowing down a small army of convicts. Home to Dr. Kaine’s research facility, the military barracks, the communications centre and many other vital systems, Fort Providence is the safest of safe zones and is completely off limits to all convicts, unless specifically summoned by the Doctor himself.

The Docks: Situated on the waterfront at the only point of the island accessible by sea (the rest of the island is blockaded by mountains, leaving the docks the only entry-exit point), the Docks straddle the Industrial District and are covered in warehouses, cranes and jetties. The main dock and the surrounding area is designated a Safe Zone, were prisoners are dropped off by boat and processed before being released onto the island. However apart from a narrow strip of safe territory leading towards the neutral Grand Plaza the rest of the Docks is open territory, home to gangs and the odd serial killer using an abandoned warehouse as a safe haven. Most gangs operating at the Docks tend to focus on smuggling, allegedly bribing the ship captains to bring in contraband goods for sale on the black market.

Industrial District: A sprawling sea of factories straddling the docks, the Industrial District was built after the Terrant Corporation converted the island into a manufacturing hub. With factories manufacturing everything from industrial chemicals and medicine to automobiles and heavy machinery, rumours even suggest that the company accepted military contracts for weapon research and development. When the company went bankrupt the factories were cleared out, although much of the heavy machinery and raw materials were left behind. When the Cape was converted into a penal colony a number of gangs seized the Industrial District, converting the production facilities to produce crude weapons and drugs. A booming drug trade dominates the district, supplied by hidden labs scattered across many foundries, with demand for mind numbing drugs high amongst the mentally ill patients.

Grand Plaza: Situated in the heart of the city, the Grand Plaza is a wide open space dominated by merchant stalls and a few scattered trees. Originally a merchant hub when the island was a tourist destination, much of the plaza was built over to make room for more housing when the island was converted into a manufacturing centre. However a small plaza still remains and has now been occupied by a small black market, where everything from drugs and weapons to live humans are sold. The Plaza is the only area on the island that is safe despite not being a designated Safe Zone, with all gangs agreeing that the important market remains a neutral zone.

Residential District: The derelict remains of what was once a thriving township, the Residential District is dotted with small but elegant hotels from the Cape’s tourist days as well as a few more simple buildings constructed to house company employees when Terrant Corporation took over. When the island was abandoned the area fell into decay, with a thick layer of grime from the nearby Industrial District leaving the streets foul and dingy. After prisoners overran the island the Residential District became one of the most dangerous areas. Possessing little strategic value save for an abundance of shelters, the Residential District was initially ignored by gangs as they seized more important areas while more independent minded serial killers and other criminals moved in and claimed a few scattered hideaways. Recently gangs have moved into the area, if only to deprive their enemies access to hideouts, although no one has managed to gain the upper hand; a problem compounded by the district’s other inhabitants violently resisting any incursions.

The Sewers: A labyrinth of tunnels beneath the city surface, the sewer is avoided by even the hardest of killers and not just for the smell. Deeming certain patients to be too dangerous even amongst the hardened killers of the island, Dr. Kaine forced many prisoners into the sewer entryways and had many entrances sealed to ensure they could never escape. The sewers echo with the howls of raving maniacs and the screams of the dying, with only the raving mad that will attack people on sight banished into the abyss. Despite sealing off any manholes a few have inadvertently been opened by those looking for a hiding place, only to end up disappearing for good. Only the desperate dare seek refuge in the sewer.

Safe Zones: Although most of the island has been abandoned to criminal anarchy a few areas have been designated as protected areas under the guard of the prison military. Actively patrolled by heavily armed guards and with snipers on every rooftop, the Safe Zones are all strategically located and of some importance to the facility. Some contain medical centres for the wounded and food distribution centres for the hungry, while others are simply protected because they hold some kind of strategic importance like the main dock and a few express highways to important areas. Any kind of violence is banned in the Safe Zones, with guards either stunning aggressors and dumping them alone and vulnerable outside the Safe Zone or, if necessary, shooting to kill.

Heaven’s Beacon: An old lighthouse constructed by missionaries (hence the name), Heaven’s Beacon is one of the oldest structures on the island and is located at the opposite end from the docks. The lighthouse sits at the only part of the island apart from the docks where the view of the ocean isn’t blocked by mountains, although it sits atop a massive cliff face well above sea level. Separated from the city by the large remaining stretch of forest, Heaven’s Beacon is home to a small and safe colony of the more rational prisoners who banded together for safety and protection. Heaven’s Beacon is all but ignored by all organised gangs and is a relatively safe place, provided one makes it through the forest to get there.

NOTE: I was going to design the gangs as well but I decided to leave that vague and open ended to give people the most flexibility possible in designing their characters. However the vague archetypes I included should help to serve as a guide if you want your character to already be part of a gang.

Character Sheet

Name Your name and, if necessary, any known aliases

Insert Picture Here

Age: How old is your character?
Sex: Do you have an innie or an outtie?
Orientation: Your orientation….. Of a sexual nature!!! :o

Physical Description: Because sometimes pictures aren’t descriptive enough.
Personality:: Because sometimes the craziest among us appear the most normal on the outside.
Biography: They say the present is always shaped by the past. Surely you weren’t always such a loon, right?
Psychiatric Record: A federal court order has banned me from removing people’s sweet, juicy head meat to examine it closely so could you all kindly inform me what makes your characters so loopy? (If necessary)
Criminal Record: What’s a nice psycho like you doing in a place like this?
Time Served: Were you already in Cape Providence or are you fresh meat?
Skills: Do you have any talents that might persuade a gang boss not to use your skull as a drinking cup? E.g. lockpicking, sharpshooting, medic, making nice jewellery out of human finger bones.

Ons: Hey baby, why don’t we just skip this character sheet, psychoanalysis mumbo jumbo and see what really makes you tick?
Offs: On a more serious note, despite the obviously darker tone of this roleplay everyone’s offs are to be respected. NC and other darker, grittier things can only occur with the writer’s express consent. Ignoring this rule will result in the strictest of punishments! Hmm…. Perhaps I’ll send your character to some kind of anarchic prison island run by the inmates.

Links
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[Andalon]

Looks fun, sounds fun, think this is something for me.

I already have something in mind, some weird mix of Dexter, Jack the Ripper, Mordin Solus and the freaky doc from Predators. I'll work on something tomorrow, and get it up here when I'm done.

[Ironwolf85]

depends this seems kinda futuristic, cyberpunky or somthing. I like it

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Yay! Fresh meat Human beings with thoughts and feelings! ;D

Looks fun, sounds fun, think this is something for me.

I already have something in mind, some weird mix of Dexter, Jack the Ripper, Mordin Solus and the freaky doc from Predators. I'll work on something tomorrow, and get it up here when I'm done.

Oh, that sounds delightful. I'll have my own character sheet up sometime later today so use it as a reference if you need to.

depends this seems kinda futuristic, cyberpunky or somthing. I like it

Nope, this is all modern, albeit with a more dark and gritty setting, although I do love myself some steampunk ;D

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Alice Harcourt

Age: 19 years old
Sex: Female
Orientation: Bisexual with a preference for women

Physical Description: Very short and incredibly thin, Alice seems out of place at Cape Providence. With flowing golden locks, normally tied up with ribbon or a bow, and pale porcelain skin Alice seems the very picture of innocence. Her eyes are a deep, vibrant shade of blue that carry a faraway look, causing her expression to always seem lost and uncertain, making many see her as an easy target.

Personality: Alice is quiet and withdrawn, rarely ever interacting with anyone unless she needs to. Usually content to drift off into a fantasy world, she dislikes being around others for a protracted period of time and seems to grow uncomfortable when getting to know people. However her quiet, reserved nature belies a keen mind; aware of the danger around her she is always alert despite all appearances to the contrary and her mind is constantly analysing everything she comes across. Prone to mood swings, she grows quite irritable in the company of others and when confronted she rapidly transitions from calm and quiet to savage and dangerous in a matter of seconds.

Biography: Much of Alice’s earlier life is shrouded in mystery, with the story changing drastically depending on Alice’s mental state at the time of her telling it. Most psychiatrists believe that the truth lies buried beneath layers of psychosis. However her accent seems to indicate that she was born in England and the fact that she has one shows that she most likely came over to America at the age of eight at the earliest.

An orphan with no known records, Alice wandered the streets of New York until being found and taken into foster care. Despite all attempts to find out about her past Alice never spoke of her life before being found in New York, although psychiatrists would later come to believe that some form of trauma occurred in these early years. Sent to a private school, it was soon discovered that Alice possessed an almost eidetic memory, the pressure of which may have led to her future breakdown, as well as a near genius level intellect.

However quirks soon began to manifest themselves, with Alice displaying obsessive compulsive tendencies, difficulty interacting with others and a complete fear of being touched physically. Her condition became worse after making friends with another girl who she soon fell in love with; the private school denounced homosexual relationships due to its strong religious beliefs and as a result Alice became obsessed with fantasies of a forbidden romance. The incident resulted in Alice stalking and eventually assaulting the girl when she discovered her “having an affair” with her new boyfriend. This ultimately led to her being declared mentally ill and sentenced to a psychiatric treatment facility.

Observed by numerous psychiatrists over the course of three years, Alice fell deeper into a fantasy realm to cope with being locked away and eventually found a new love interest. Having an affair with a fellow patient behind the backs of the asylum staff, Alice was eventually taken on by a new psychiatrist who tried to encourage her live out her fantasy as a means of discovering what was causing it. When this led to the discovery of her affair and the psychiatrist trying to separate them Alice’s mind finally snapped and she stabbed him to death with a piece of broken glass before accidentally killing her lover in her psychotic break as well. She was subsequently arrested, tried and sentenced to the new facility at Cape Providence.

Despite only being imprisoned there for one year, Doctor Kaine seems quite interested in her and she has had more interviews at Fort Providence than any other prisoner. Although there has been no public announcement to the effect, it remains something of an unwritten rule that she is to remain unharmed by anyone.

Psychiatric Record: Alice displays a number of severe mental illnesses, making the quiet, demure girl a threat to those around her. Most notably she is severely delusional, living in a fantasy which she mentally reconciles changes in the real world as being a part of. In particular she has no recollection of ever murdering anyone, believes she came to Cape Providence voluntarily and seems to be unable to realise that those on the island are dangerous killers. When these delusions are challenged at a rate too fast for her mind to reconcile them as part of her fantasy she becomes confused, prone to rapid mood swings and, should she be pushed far enough, violent reactions hinting at schizophrenia.

Criminal Record: Alice was declared criminally insane and sentenced to life imprisonment at Cape Providence after the stabbing of her psychologist and the psychiatric patient she was having an affair with during a psychotic episode. Known priors as a juvenile include stalking, breaking and entering and assault.

Time Served: Alice has been incarcerated at Cape Providence for a year.

Skills: Alice seems to have picked up medical skills at some point in her life and can treat most injuries if she has access to the right supplies.

Ons: Rough Sex, Biting, Hair Pulling, Quirky Personalities
Offs: Brutish People, Water Sports

[DomShark]

Earl Haygood

Age: 32
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight

Physical Description: Many have told Earl that he's "built like a brick shit-house", yet no other reasonable description has even been attempted. He used to be on the heavier side, but long months on Cape Providence have done wonders to slim him down and bring out the definition of his considerable muscle mass. As leader of the "Bloody Skulls", he is known to his subordinates as "Skull-Crusher" and wears a tapestry of tattoos, from both before and during his incarceration. As well as plenty of piercings, made the "Old-Fashioned" way. He has blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, though only his most trusted associates ever see either, as he's always seen with sunglasses and a bandana.

Personality: Earl is a man of few words, but when he speaks, people listen. Known for a strict "Take No Shit" policy, many have seen just how brutal and merciless the infamous Skull-Crusher can be. Few, however, get a chance to see the calculating intellectual that Earl is. His years spent in military service have provided him a wealth of knowledge about military strategy and basic survival. He's cruel with his subordinates and does not tolerate failure or incompetence in any form. He's also known to be polite and inviting to his adversaries, at least until he has them where he wants them. He is not to be trusted.

Biography: As a young man growing up in Alberta Canada, Earl had a more-or-less uneventful childhood. When his parents died, however, he fell in with the wrong crowd and soon became known for criminal enterprises and violence. His troubles with the law began early in life, and he moved to the United States to escape prosecution for several violent crimes.

Under an assumed identity, Earl joined the United States Marines during the first Bush administration and served in Operation Desert Storm. Earl learned a great deal in the Marines and by all accounts was a model soldier. He even earned several medals and commendations from the U.S. Government though none bore his true name.

Like many veterans, Earl returned with a case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and had difficulty adapting to life outside of the Corps. It was through the V.A. Hospital that he met contacts from a biker gang in Detroit who offered him a new purpose. Using his connections across the border, Earl proved to be a capable and efficient smuggler of drugs, firearms and money.

For the first time since the war Earl felt a sense of belonging among the gang and quickly rose through the ranks. In the end, it was his own ambition and recklessness that led to the downfall of him and his "brothers" when they were all brought up on Rico charges after assaulting a group of students protesting the second war in Iraq. Several were left dead and many wounded, which led to Earl being sent to Cape Providence.

Earl's Marine training helped him immensely in the first few months within the Prison, providing him with the tools and knowledge to provide himself with means for survival. Over time, he was able to do more than just survive, but rather thrive in the inhospitable environment, using his skills to support and control others who he deemed useful. Over time, his small family grew and they became "The Bloody Skulls". Many are old bikers themselves, some former rivals, but all well versed in the running of a criminal organization. The Skulls have grown rapidly, through the manufacture and sale of Chrystal Meth as well as their unique ability to gain access to firearms and ammo. Even the most mundane of abilities gleaned from the 1%er lifestyle, such as stitching and patchwork, prove to the advantage of Earl and the Skulls. As a result, Earl's influence has grown exponentially as well.

Psychiatric Record: Earl suffers from PTSD and is plagued by night terrors. He is extraordinarily paranoid and prone to fits of rage. Due to the night terrors he often goes weeks at a time without sleep and sometimes suffers both auditory and visual hallucinations that he is unable to discern from reality. Though his case history contains no mention of schizophrenia, he's sometimes prone to facial ticks and "Voices" coming from within his head, though it is as yet unknown just how closely these hallucinations relate to his sleep deprivation.

Criminal Record: Once apprehended, Earl was tried under his true name and charged with all manner of crimes from the entirety of his life. Several counts of Murder in the first degree, extortion, trafficking, kidnapping, false imprisonment, racketeering, conspiracy and tax evasion; just to name a few. Needless to say, his wrap sheet is very long.

Time Served: Earl has been an inmate at Cape Providence for almost seven years now.

Skills: Advanced Survival Tactics, Combat Tactics, Marksmanship, Motorcycle Repair, Stitching and Patchwork, Welding and Drug Manufacturing. Also possessing a knack for leading others.

Ons: Control, Humiliation, Domination, Inflicting Pain, Reluctance, Subjugation, Intimidation and Rough-Sex.
Offs: Surrender, Things Beyond his Control, Forceful Women, Feminine Men, Minorities.

Gang Info: Rank is Shown through tattoos and piercings, like badges of honor. The Bloody Skulls are known for their mechanical prowace and ability to acquire contraband, such as guns, drugs and gasoline. Though smaller than many of the gangs on the island, the Skulls are undoubtedly the most disciplined and well-stocked gang.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Hey Dom, it's more than a pleasure to have you aboard. You always have the most interesting characters.

Just for reference what area(s) are the Bloody Skulls active in? They sound like they'd call the Industrial District home but I just thought I'd better ask in case you had somewhere else in mind.

[DomShark]

Hey Dom, it's more than a pleasure to have you aboard. You always have the most interesting characters.

Just for reference what area(s) are the Bloody Skulls active in? They sound like they'd call the Industrial District home but I just thought I'd better ask in case you had somewhere else in mind.

Yes, I also thought that the Industrial District would be best for them, sorry for not including that, slipped my mind.  ;D I started forming the idea reading your description of that District so yeah.

This is a great idea By The Way Rissa. I'm thrilled to be involved (Assuming I'm accepted).

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

With your writing style you could just provide a character name and you'd be accepted. (Although I appreciate the extra detail).

I'm glad you like it! I really hope this ends up taking off. I came up with the idea while I was away visiting family for Christmas and I was obsessed with the idea until I finally managed to get home and write it up. If you know anyone who might be interested feel free to invite them over ;D

[DomShark]

I'll see what I can do. I have a feeling this is going to pick up momentum pretty soon, with or without my help.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Thanks so much Dom! I'm pretty nervous since this is my first time as a GM. I was hoping it would pick up when people started getting back from New Years holidays but I wasn't sure so thanks for the vote of confidence ;D

[Sanai]

Im definately interested in this. Ill post up a character soon.

[Breathless Intent]

I don't have time as of yet to put together a proper character sheet or post anything substantial, but you know I'm in. I'm planning on putting together a schizophrenic chick with some fun personalities. Happy to see you over here too Dom, thanks for the reminder that I should actually make a post letting everyone know my intention to join instead of silently collecting images and forming stuff in my head haha.

[CurvyKitten]

OH color me interested, I'll work up a female inmate and get a profile up for you as soon as I hammer out the details myself. Look forward to playing.

[Senti]

I do have something vile that I have used before.

[Reia]

This all sounds so interesting. Trying to figure out what my character would be. :D

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Oh my! Call Dom and the ladies do come! XD

I'm glad this is picking up some interest. Just let me know if you have any questions about anything.

[DomShark]

Also, if anyone is seeking affiliation, the Bloody Skulls are recruiting.  :D

[Reia]

I wanted to ask if my character could be sort of "in charge" of Heaven's Beacon? I have an idea of her being sort of an in-between that gets supplies and such for that place. Like, she has connections with those on the other side of the forest. Would something like that be alright?

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Also, if anyone is seeking affiliation, the Bloody Skulls are recruiting.  :D

I'll update the intro later to include any gangs that people make so everyone knows what we have, although people are always free to make new ones should they wish.

I wanted to ask if my character could be sort of "in charge" of Heaven's Beacon? I have an idea of her being sort of an in-between that gets supplies and such for that place. Like, she has connections with those on the other side of the forest. Would something like that be alright?

Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. I'm definitely interested to see what you come up with.

Also if anyone's interested I wouldn't mind some characters coming in on one of the boats as new arrivals to the island. The shipments of "fresh meat" are always given lots of attention by the inmates.

[Senti]

Character will be up soon....well in the morning.

as she is innocent as the fresh dew upon the sweet grass.

[Reia]

Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. I'm definitely interested to see what you come up with.

Awesome! Will have a character up either tomorrow or Saturday. :)

[CurvyKitten]

Name Jacklyn O'Reilly But she is known as Vixen on the island.


Age: 27
Sex: female
Orientation: Bi
Physical Description:Around 5' 7'' a supple yet will maintained frame, and the legs of a dancer long and shapely. One emerald green eye one deep sea blue.

She has a few tattoo's one the Song of Solomon 6:3 "I am my love’s and my love is mine, who browses among the lilies." down her spin.

She has a tattoo on her back it starts with the Celtic cross and moon combo of her and has ivy in tangles that wrap around her hips to the front were a on one side a gremlin sits seeming to claw into the skin. And on the other a lotus blooms and a and a sexy purple haired fairy sits.

Personality:: She is usually cool calm and collected, as if she could let anything run off her back. But she seems to see everything that happens around her, and once you step on one of her nerves she can strike so quickly it makes your head spin. Having you at gun point as she relights a cigaret and calmly explains why your about to be a dead man. Most woman yell when they get pissed, she gets quiet and most know to get out of her way when that happens. As long as you stay on her good side though she is actually fairly easy to get along with. And she is a woman not shy about her passions and protective nature.


Biography:
Jacklyn was born to a crack head mother and a father that happened to be her mothers dealer. He never wanted a kid, and made sure she knew it. Giving her and her mother the bare minimum they needed to live. Her mother did her best, but an addict can only do so much. So Jacklyn grew up taking care of her mother more then her mother taking care of her. Age 4 already making her own food and cleaning of mommy up after a bender. Daddy only coming home for food, sleep and a quick fuck from mommy.

Jacklyn did her best growing up, always reading and trying to learn what she could. She actually loved school, it not only got her out of the house it showed her there could be more to live. And she tried her best, her mother despite her lack of skills encouraged her. Saying she could be more then mommy, and that would make her happy even if she left her behind. And despite the environment and abuse Jacklyn grew up rather strong for such a young age.

That was till her father came home drunk and high of his own products, and her mom being to far gone to even move couldn't fulfill his sexual urges that night. So he came to the then 9 year old girl, and over powered her easily enough. Taking her again and again that night till he was satisfied, leaving her curled up in her bed crying. That was the beginning of her hell, after that he came back again and again.

Seeming to have more fun with the girl then he did her mother, keeping her mother to strung out to fight it even if she wanted to. Years went on like this, years of rape and abuse. Eventually her father thought a fun idea to let his buddies have a go as payment for some goods he needed. And soon she became a well used item of trade. That is till the day she snapped and had more then enough.

The day her mother was killed, ODing in the bathroom. To this day Jacklyn believes she killed herself, to run from the hell they were both in.Though either way she still blamed her father. What ever the reason it was enough. The 16 year old girl waited for her father to send one of his men in to have a go at her. And right as he was about to cum, when he was most distracted she shoved a pencil through his ear and killed him.

From there she left her room in only the mans shirt and found her fathers gun. He and his friends were high and laughing it up in the living room when she walked in. "Oh already done with Danny...good girl...you want another. Hey Jason guess it's your turn." her father said with a laugh. That laugh...she still remembers that laugh. As her father laughed and the man stood she blacked out and shots rang through the house.

When Jacklyn was found she was just sitting in the bathroom gun in hand holding her mothers head in her lap. Blood over her body, she simply handed over the gun and admitted to committing the murders. Walking with the police to the car and to jail, and eventually her sentencing.

Staying in a normal jail till she was 18, her record was far from perfect. Mostly she was fine and loved to learn and read books. But once someone tried to push or break her she'd snap and attack or even kill them without even blinking an eye. She simply stated she'd never be someones victim again. Her record states she even started hacking the computer systems and getting items, or setting of pranks at the jails she was held in. A huge crate of dildos delivered to the head of her jail. With a lovely note say she needed to of a few really good orgasms and relax a little. Hundred pizza's for a movie night. Mostly harmless it seemed till they found out she was stealing info from files and blackmailing people with it to get goods and what ever else she needed given to her.

Once she was 18 Jacklyn was transferred to Cape Providence, the state stating she was beyond recovery. Once there she tried to make her own way, but she was just a young girl against hundreds of thugs. She came to frequent a bar/club and inn within the Residential District. Haven was it's name and it was owned by an independent you could say. An older man that was tough as nails and was one no one messed with. And even being a tight wad and a ass hole, he took a liking to the tough young girl. And when he found her fighting tooth and nail to not be raped by a few lowly thugs in one of the gangs. He stopped them, called her dumb for walking at night and took her to his place at Haven.

From there he told her if she was going to live in this world she'd better learn how to survive in it. And he started teaching her all he knew, turns out he was x military. A navy seal that eventually went rouge when the US left him to die, started taking his own contracts and became a mercenary
. Eventually being caught and dropped here. He built for himself Haven, a neutral zone within the hell they all knew and loved. Everyone knew not to start shit within the walls of Haven or they'd live to regret it...that is if they lived.

She grew up like this, learning from Jake the old man...the man that became her father. Even if he didn't admit it he loved the girl, never touched her in anyway sexual. And god forbid someone else tried, "you like your dick boy...then I suggest you keep it in your pants." was one of his better known lines. She grew up from then on learning how to fight, shot a gun, gather in tell and how to use it. And took to riding motorcycle like it was second nature. Having the Bloody Skull's make her a custom bike with a few special surprises. And growing up to be a strong confident woman with Jake's few on live.

Jake died a year ago, leaving her the club and no one would argue with her. She wasn't sad when Jake died, no she knew he ended up living his live how he wanted to. Not sure if it was the boos, cigarettes, or the fact that he was a man whore...which did him in she'd never know. All she knew is the old codger went out with a smile on his face.

So now Jacklyn owns and runs Haven, she is known to be a woman you don't fuck with. But also a woman of means, and in this place that's saying something. She keeps Haven a neutral zone and if you happen to try and change that she makes it known she can back up her words. But she has also collected a ragtag group of "employee's". All of which she seems to take care off and seem to get along with her just fine. But they all say just don't piss her off and your golden. Though they joke with her and say things like her cooking can be just as dangerous. She says microwaving counts, and that she can do just fine.

She has been known to preform on the stage that Haven has, singing and dancing only when she finds the muse to do so. But when she does...oh what a show. And oddly enough a piano can be heard from up in her suit. So to this day is even as an "Independent"  Jacklyn has earned her own respect within Cape Providence.

Psychiatric Record: She has OCD,and  one would call her sociopath her lack of emotion when it comes to having to kill unnerves most people even here. Though she normally doesn't kill anyone that stays on her good side. Insomnia do to nightmares that she never talks about.

Criminal Record: She was put away for killing a 8 men including her own father. When she sat calmly in the court room and said she did in fact killed them, and she would do it again if given half the chance. the judge and the jury ignored what the men had done to her and only saw her crime and feared the look in the girls eyes. Sending her to prison for life at the age of 16 once she was 18 having her transferred here. 

Time Served: 9 years since turned 18

Skills: She has a fighting ability that one wouldn't expect from her, and a skill with guns on par with a military trained professional, her knowledge of the area and her ability to take in and process information, driving a motorcycle, and some interesting computer skills.

Ons:Control mostly she keeps it as she has yet to submit to anyone, she is sensual so she loves tasting, touching her partner. rough sex when it calls for it, she was never one to deny the animal within.
Offs: players off's, death of character, truly sadistic play

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Oh, I like her and I just love the amount of detail you put into the bio! You pretty much had me at her having heterochromia so you're approved. Welcome aboard ;D

[CurvyKitten]

Thank you very much, I thought it over all night and sudden my Muse bit me and Jacklyn was born. I can't wait to get her into play.

[Kaya]

Name Pavati Salmon (also known as "Boobiehontas", a title the press gave her

Age: 20

Sex: female

Orientation: bisexual, but she prefers men

Physical Description: Pavati is half-asian, half-caucasian, which gives her a quite exotic look. She can look cute if she wants to, but she definitely is a beauty. Standing at 5'6" and 105 pounds, she is very slender, with a small waist, long legs and a perfect figure overall. Her most impressive feature are her boobs, which are not surgically enhanced, but rather fully natural and grown to perfection, yet firm and tight to the touch.

Personality:: Pavati is very charismatic, and she can manipulate people easily. She also has quite a temper, and when she is provoked, she quickly turns to violence. Usually, people would not expect that. Her interest for anything related to the old west and especially the Indians could be called psychologically unhealthy and she definitely is obsessed with that. When it comes to the history of the old west she is an expert, having read everything she could get her hands on about the subject since she was a child.

Biography: Pavati grew up quite normally, in a small town in the Midwest. The only hint of things to come was that she loved to play Cowboys and Indians with the boys, with her always choosing to play on the Indian side. She became quite the history buff when it came to the old west, reading everything she could.

With time and the boys and girls growing up, the games they played evolved and became more erotic. While the genders were mixed on both sides when they were kids, by the time they were 15 the girls would be playing the Indians and the boys were the Cowboys. The props they used did also evolve. The boys had elaborate cowboy costumes and mock guns that looked very real, and after seeing an old Western movie where the Indians were wearing just loincloths, one boy dared Pavati to dress just like that, to be more "authentic". Of course he just wanted to see her boobs which had grown almost to the impressive shape they are now, but Pavati took the dare and even convinced the other girls to do the same.

During that summer, Pavati was 16 by then, they played almost every day. Pavati had a group of 15 girls who were so under her spell, they did whatever she told them and they enjoyed the games as much as she did. There were just 5 boys, and they insisted that because the girls outnumbered them 3 to 1, the girls could only use toy tomahawks. They also introduced the rule that any dead Indian could be touched by the winners. And due to the boys having their toy guns, they made sure they were always winning.

One day in late July though something happened that changed everything. A few men came upon the boys and girls playing, and the sight of the topless girls made them do something vile. They sent the boys away, threatening to punch their faces in if they won't comply, and took their place. When Pavati and her girls attacked the position they thought the cowboys were holding, they were jumped by the men. The men were much too strong for the girls to resist, and so they caught one each and sent the others fleeing, then they raped their prisoners and beat them brutally. Pavati was one of those victims.

Those men were members of a local family, two brothers and their four sons, all grown up and strong. They lived on a ranch outside of the small town. When she was raped multiple times by different members of that family, something broke in Pavati. Her real life and the imaginary Indian life switched places. From that time on she saw herself as an Indian, and she took her revenge. Mustering her 15 girls and armed with bow and arrow, they attacked the ranch of the family a few weeks later, charging on horseback as Indians would do. The surprise was complete, and all 6 men of the family died that day with several arrows embedded in them.

Ironically, the name of that family was Custer.

It was not hard for the local police to find out who led the attack, and while most of her girls were sentenced mildly, Pavati was identified as the ring leader. Her defense that she was raped by these people was taken into account, but it did only manage to keep the death penalty away. She and 5 of her girls who were judged to be nearly as notorious as she was were sent to Cape Providence.

The press of course had a field day. The Custers slaughtered by Indians. That made national news. A photographer got access and shot pictures of Pavati dressed in her loincloth, which were published in a very well known nudie magazine. "Boobiehontas" became famous over night.

Some of those magazines even found their way onto Cape Providence. Now fully delusional and thinking she was a real Indian warrior, Pavati quickly established herself in the plains outside of the city. She did some "favors" for contacts at the docks, who in turn made sure that young girls who looked the part (Asian American mostly, dark haired, sexy) were sent right to the tribe that now roamed the inner plains of the island. With her charismatic personality, Pavati quickly turned fresh meat into ferocious Indian warriors. They even managed to get horses in numbers through those channels.

Pavati insists that her tribe lives and fights like traditional Indians, so they do not use guns. Instead they are armed with bow & arrow, spear, tomahawk or knife. She looks for people to fight who she can see as cowboys, so well armed gangs would be a target for her. In fact, there has been one gang which was living in the outskirts of the industrial area, which was targeted by Pavati. Now that gang is no more, only a few survivors live as prisoners among the tribe. The battles were costly though, the guns taking down quite a few of Pavati's girls. But since then she has replenished her numbers and she is now looking for another target to aim her rage against. The Bloody Skulls are tempting for her, their discipline reminding her of "Bluecoats". Bloodshed might be coming soon.

Psychiatric Record: Pavati is delusional, she thinks she is a real Indian and all male "palefaces" are her deadly enemies. She also gets sexually aroused by men with guns, probably dating back to her adolescent days playing Cowboys and Indians. She has a death fetish, manifesting itself especially when she fights men with guns.

Criminal Record: sixfold manslaughter

Time Served: Pavati has spent the last 3 years on Cape Providence.

Skills: She is skilled at archery, melee weapons and horseback riding. She is also able to be very stealthy if she wants to, and she can track pray well.

Ons: Being in control, teasing, rough sex, pain, blood, even death. On the other hand, an intelligent opponent defeating a warparty of the tribe with clever tactics and firepower would make her long for him - then she can be submissive.

Offs: Watersports, incest, scat, kids under 16

Note: I know this character is extreme, and she might very well die on the island. I think this game calls for something like this. ;) If DomShark agrees, there could already have been a skirmish between the tribe and the Bloody Skulls.

[Senti]

Eyes: pale blue
Hair Colour: natural pale blonde in braids
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 104 lbs
Build: Slender and lean, a little on the slim side.



Tattoos: one beneath her hairline, it appears to be an ancient set of symbols/letters. Very small.  YHWH


Likes: Music, playing both the harp and the cello and singing, dancing ballet, reading especially ancient history and theology.

Dislikes: ill manners, swearing and generally uncouth behaviour also she does not suffer fools gladly.

It is worth noting Amelia is a haemophiliac. She does need medication for this and carries it.


Personality: Amelia is terribly polite, she speaks with a near perfect English accent, she sits properly and behaves in a most civilized manner. She can follow social clues and loves to manipulate. The ‘creature’ believes herself to be higher on the food chain as it were. At present this place makes for interesting study and this killer will stay until she has decided on her next path of enlightenment. (However…this might take some time, but such a path is a most difficult and rocky on so Amelia know she must draw on her inner strength.) In short Amelia is killer and completely insane.

History: Character Background: Amelia came from a very affluent family, of ‘noble’ heritage.’ (There is a possibility of inbreeding to keep the purity of the blood. Like much to do with the family it has never been proven.)She was well schooled and treated with a distant care from her parents. The killer was for the most brought up by her private tutor, who some might consider have been to have rather an interesting. Her twin sister drowned when she was but six and her younger brother who was but a babe in arms suffered some injuries from a fall. Her mother too in a fit of insanity drank poison and committed suicide, as did Amelia’s new step mother. There was some aspersions cast upon the child, but how could such a delightfully polite creature be anything but the perfect daughter.

When the girl went to school she was considered an over achiever, Amelia was so well behaved and quiet none of the teachers even considered her a problem. She completed school early and went on to many forms of further education it was through this the killer started her true work in ancient history, ancient religion and theology. This was not so much out of belief but more experimentation…Through this Amelia began to understand her true life’s work.

Amelia is not a product of her environment or upbringing she is in fact very disturbed. There is no excuse for it, she believes she is completely sane, and that she is an advanced being, whether spiritual or genetic. Her tests and experiments will prove this, after all why else would she allow herself to have been caught and convicted.

There is no wrong conviction here Amelia is a killer and a cold blooded one at that, she shows no remorse for it. (Her first victim is believed to be her twin sister.) However this has not  again been proven, neither has the death of her mother or others in the family. The killer has indeed been through the twelve apostles or rather the way they found death. That was a most interesting experiment it took the police some time to work out the relevance of the deaths and the victims. Of course it became apparent to Amelia just how important she was. For now the Messiah... Obviously the best hospital was found for this poor disturbed young lady. A place where she could learn more…

At a tender age of 18 her psychiatrist made sure this sociopath was released her once more into the world, believing her now sane…The girl had always been persuasive, and was able to play so many parts.

After her father’s suicide Amelia knew that he must be retrieved and thus the girl had to traverse hell with the aid of 'sinners' to get within the forest to bring him back, again the killer left clues for the police, playing games with them… at least as far as she was concerned the girl was inventive and clear with those signs she left. After being arrested once more Amelia was placed briefly in a maximum security prison, though unfortunately after two guards lost appendages, and a number of prisoners were found, having suffered ‘interesting' deaths no one would go near her, and once more they had to find another facility. Thus the slight rather prim and ‘perfect’ young lady came to this place.

It is however assumed that before her numerous metomophi that she may have committed a number of other murders, with various very ancient religious connotations and folklore.

For now Amelia believes that the Reckoning is upon them, all the symbols are all there, and she must help to bring it about that her true position might be found.

There is a problem though Amelia Lightfoot is an heiress of a considerable fortune and estate. Thus there are those that would like her released so that they might manipulate said fortune, however…more fool them. Insane she may be a fool she is not.

Criminal Record:20 counts of murder at least that have been proved.

Psychiatric Record: Delusional, religion seems to be the trigger. A sociopath appearing to have no remorse for anything she has committed in fact she believes that she was doing them a kindness. She has certain obsessions and to deny her these things can create problems.

Skills/Training: Amelia is a rather proficient dancer she plays the harp, violin and cello beautifully and can sing with perfect pitch. She also speaks and can write many ancient languages. It appears as well that this killer has a good deal of medical knowledge and a very steady hand. She has knowledge of many very ancient, cultures, religions and faiths.

Amelia certainly has an ability to kill and to overpower though as yet the authorities and the press do not know how she can perform such horrific crimes.

Time served Ameilia has only been in this facility for perhaps 2 months. Though has been in others on and off for a number of years.

OOC: MAJOR and NO GO OFFS listed here, please no poop or pee that should be in lavatories or nappies, at least in my opinion, neither of which offer any sort of turn on for me.

[Breathless Intent]

Haha wow, the ladies really are here in droves aren't we? I very much like my lady character concept but if we need some dudes i might be convinced to make a male character. Or, better yet, get some more boys!!

[DomShark]

Haha wow, the ladies really are here in droves aren't we? I very much like my lady character concept but if we need some dudes i might be convinced to make a male character. Or, better yet, get some more boys!!

I know, right? How did I get so lucky? The irony is that IMO, This is a more masculine concept than average...

I'd say stick with your gender breathless. With a cast this enticing, I'm certain the fellows will show up.

Edit: Kaya, I like the idea of pitting the Skulls against the "Natives" a lot. Once this gets rolling, we can hammer out a bit of back-story on that little skirmish. It actually works quite well since I had envisioned the Skulls to employ their own method of "counting coup" *Evil Grin / Maniacal Laughter*

[Senti]

Well Amelia believes she is beyond gender now :).

[Breathless Intent]

Well one of my characters alternate personalities is going to be male, so that's Something at least *laughs*

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Both characters are approved. I want a few characters who are new to the island and arriving by boat as well so if we don't get any new recruits who are I might get you to jump on a ship Senti, since prior experience at Cape Providence isn't vital to your bio. That's only if no one down the track comes along so don't worry too much about it now.

Just a note on weapons. Although there are no real rules it's still a prison and as such the massive majority of criminals don't own firearms. Dr. Kaine who studies the anarchic society intently for his research occassionally recruits an inmate to do tasks for him to "get the ball rolling" on something he wants to study and may provide that person with a gun, usually just a pistol. A few guns have managed to leak in and have changed hands due to this but ultimately guns are a rarity, with most in the hands of gang leaders, a handful of lucky independents or, in even rarer cases, on the black market.

[DomShark]

I'm heading down to LA for new years eve, so I won't be able to do an intro until 2012, but I won't be gone long and I have access on my phone for OOC and private messages and stuff. Just a heads up.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

That's okay, I'm not going to start this up until sometime next year. I'm planning on getting dangerously wrecked tonight and since I have the house to myself there most likely won't be anything to wake me up from my whiskey induced party coma until about 8pm anyway. Club Life! XD

[Senti]

Sounds good to me.

Amelia would never use guns, they are just so well crude. :)

[Reia]

Name: Olivia, nicknames: Olive, Liv, Lee
Age: 37
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Physical Description: She looks much younger than she is, but that's due to the amount of care she puts into her looks. When she doesn't wear make-up, a rare thing, she looks closer to her age.
   Eyes: Hazel
   Hair: Dark brown with light golden-red highlights
   Height: 5'7"
   Weight: 130 lbs
   Build: Curvy and vuluptious while still being lean and healthy

Personality: Olivia is very strong-willed, determined to get what she wants and getting it how she wants it. Regardless of that, though, she has a sweet disposition and is always (usually) willing to help others. At times she seems quiet and reserved, when she's actually just observing those around her. She's also very dominate, both in and out of the bedroom, something that helped her a lot when she was a model and in prison. She's an odd mix of 'tough girl' and 'girly girl' - something that confuses those that don't know her.

Biography: Olivia comes from a typical all American family. Her parents gave her a comfortable lifestyle, nothing too upper class, but more than others. She started modeling at the age of 15, when she won a local telivision station contest. She worked hard, rising to the tops very quickly and garnering a name for herself thanks to her curvy figure. Everything was going perfectly until she got pregnant at the age of 18. She quit modeling after that, dedicating herself to raising her son as a single mother.

When her son was was 8, he disappeared and never seen again. Olivia always suspected her creepy neighbor from across the street, but there was no evidence to prove her hunch. For two years after his disappearance she was relentless, to the point of becoming extremely obsessive, in trying to prove that her neighbor was the one that took her son. Eventually she got the proof she needed - a video taped confession of the man taunting her with what he had done to her son.

She took the evidence to the police, but she no longer trusted them to do anything. After waiting over a week for something to happen, she took matters into her own hands. She broke into the man's house and tortured him for hours before finally killing him - police reports say that it was one of the most violent and greusome crime scenes they had ever come across. Olivia turned herself in and was immediately sentenced to life in a local women's prison.

While inprisoned, Olivia learned how to be 'tough' and how to survive in a world very different from the one she was used to. Many of the women in the prison tried to take advantage of her because she seemed weak and insecure. This only lead to mysterious deaths and injuries during the four years she was there. After a security guard was found mutilated and hacked to pieces for daring to whistle at her (and therefore confirming she was guilty of several deaths before that one), Olivia was found to be unstable and sentenced to Cape Providence.

When she first arrived, Olivia had a somewhat difficult time, learning the ins and outs of living in Cape Providence. But she learned quickly and even made connections along the way. She eventually made her way to Heaven's Beacon and established herself as a strong member of the group. It's taken her a few years but she's risen in rank and is set to take over from the current leader, being second only in line.

She has a strong following in the group of people living in Heaven's Beacon, using her skills of manipulation to the best of her abilities. Officially, the current leader of Heaven's Beacon is hidden away and sending out orders to the others from wherever he is. Unofficially he's been dead for over a year (Olivia killed him in a fit of rage), something that Olivia has been keeping quiet until she feels it's the right time to take over.

Psychiatric Record: Extremely unbalanced; Easily becomes violent if offended (whether it's a true offense or just a perceived one); Calculating and cold; Calm satisfaction when talking about her crimes; Has grown a 'goddess' mentality over the last several years.

Criminal Record: One count of stalking, One count of pre-meditated torture, One count of pre-meditated murder, 15 counts of attempted murder, 8 counts of murder; Her psychological profile also indicates she is not balanced enough to be part of civilized society.

Time Served: 5 years

Skills: She's extremely versed with knives, she knows how to peel the skin off a person while still keeping them alive. While in prison she learned various forms of martial arts as self defense and can easily take down men much bigger than her. In Cape Providence she further fine honed her skills of manipulation and learned how to shoot a gun (although she's not the best, she can defend herself if need be).

Ons: Rough sex, domination, humiliation, torture, knife play, blood play, some exhibition
Offs: Violence towards children, others attempting to dominate her

[kingmaster1]

if you guys are still accepting I would like to put in a character

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

*Staggers in rubbing her temples, her face stricken and pale* Ugh, what the fuck did I drink last night?

Reia, you're approved. And don't worry, we're still accepting characters.

[DomShark]

*Staggers in rubbing her temples, her face stricken and pale* Ugh, what the fuck did I drink last night?

Reia, you're approved. And don't worry, we're still accepting characters.

Gatoraide, it's the cure for what ails you. I drank plenty, but I'm suited and ready to rock. About to commence "Hour of Power", a shot of champagne every minute for an hour.

Happy New Year!

[Ironwolf85]

Nope, this is all modern, albeit with a more dark and gritty setting, although I do love myself some steampunk ;D

damn I had a hankering for Cyberpunk madness and chaos. play a full body borg or other crazy.
still I'll try and come up with somthing less insane.

Cyberpsychos would fit in here though.

[kingmaster1]

(hard to find a good pick for something like this  :P )

http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/6751/suit4ob8.jpg

Name:Marcus Lerron
Age:39
sex:male
Orientation:straight
physical description:Marcus is a massive beast of a man, he has the scars from hundreds of fights and large burns going on his legs, arms, and back
height: 6'6"
weight: 290 lbs.
body: big, strong, scarred, burned, tough

Biography: Marcus has lived on his own since he was 15, his parents where murdered by gang members who took offense to their living. He lived for years on the street, surviving off what he could steal. When he was 19 he joined a business that was tied to the mafia, he became close with the leader and was soon the right hand man. In this time Marcus learned to handle a gun and various interiggation and torture methods, along with training in various knife and hand-to-hand combat.

He lived a life of lugerie, money poured in and he got any woman he wanted. Eventually though the head honcho died and put Marcus in charge, the stress made him drink, and the constant murder attempts took away his social life. His mind slowly rotted away with the absence of safety or companionship, soon his subordinates could see him talking to himself and that his manarisms would also change constantly.

The days continued to mold together and Marcus was soon losing his grip on reality, he decided to step down and give the head of the business to his right hand. The only thing he wanted to do was kill the head of their rival, the plan was perfect they would wait for night and burn his house to the ground. It started easy, they got the house lit and could hear the sounds of people scrambling to escape, but since the doors where bolted shut they had no where to go. Marcus' men left and he stood to take in his earnings.

Marcus walked around the smoldering remains of the house and was quite proud of himself, then he heard a noise coming from the rubble. He dug threw the piles of ash and found a small hand sticking up, it was a small boy. The child was cuddled up to the body of his mother, who was long since dead. That was the final straw that snapped the small line of sanity Marcus had left. He pulled out his pistol and shot the small boy in the head.

He went missing for a few months afterwards, but when he came back Marcus immediately went to the police station and turned himself in for every crime he committed. It was a fast trial and Marcus was soon shipped off to Cape Providence, on the ship he never said a word; never made eye contact. After months in a meditative state Marcus seemed to snap out of it, the only difference is he would only respond to "Jet" half the time. He is now the man to talk to if you want something flown in, and still holds high regard with the prisoners and guards alike

Psychiatric Record: Severe schizophrenia; violent temper; no sense of human life; cold blooded; dangerously sycotic

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of Homicide, arsen, organized crime, terrorism, drug trafficking, assassination, forgery, grand theft

Time Served: 10 years

skills: skilled in weaponry and unarmed combat and holds high conections in and out of the Cape

(anything needs to be changed tell me)

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

You're approved. Welcome aboard.

Gatoraide, it's the cure for what ails you. I drank plenty, but I'm suited and ready to rock. About to commence "Hour of Power", a shot of champagne every minute for an hour.

Happy New Year!

Gatorade would go down so well right now. I just had some KFC and a bath in some ice cold water so I feel much better now. That said, even though I no longer feel like throwing up, the C word is now banned from being mentioned around me.

Happy New Year!

[DomShark]

You're approved. Welcome aboard.
Gatorade would go down so well right now. I just had some KFC and a bath in some ice cold water so I feel much better now. That said, even though I no longer feel like throwing up, the C word is now banned from being mentioned around me.

Happy New Year!

Totally want to be in that bathtub!

[Reia]

Wonderful! I'm very excited for this. :)

Also, I was wondering about who Olivia could have connections with. Anyone up for that?

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Totally want to be in that bathtub!

Oh my! Behave you!

Wonderful! I'm very excited for this. :)

Also, I was wondering about who Olivia could have connections with. Anyone up for that?

Me too! I'm really excited.

Kaya's character, Pavati, and her gang roam the plains in between the lighthouse and the city proper so I imagine that Olivia would have had a few unfriendly encounters. My character, Alice, is a bit of a wanderer and she's probably been to Heaven's Beacon a few times so you might know her. As for everyone else I guess you'll have to see what they say.

[kingmaster1]

meh, Marcus could have some sort of relationship with anyone since he calls shots and orders a bunch of people a round (once a boss always a boss)

if you want Olivia to be connected somehow I'd be fine with anything

[DomShark]

I should talk about my ideas more than just assuming people know what I'm thinking. I had in my mind that the Skulls had a sort of symbiotic relationship with Olivia. They provide food, water, necessaries for the folks at Heavens Beacon. In return, Crusher sends prostitutes who get pregnant off to Olivia to have the babies. She could raise the kids, and send the girls back once they've recouperated to get back on their backs, earning. This is just my idea though.

Have we considered what these inmates use for currency?

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

There's no money or any other universal medium of exchange used on the island. Essentially there are two kinds of people on the island; people who have something of use and people who don't. Goods or services are exchanged for goods or services, with most people who don't have much to provide trying to fall in with a gang that might provide them with access to something useful.

Of course, what defines "useful" is a matter of opinion.

[CurvyKitten]

I figured Vixen is well known around Cape Providence. She probably deals with a little bit of everyone. She is the woman who knows whom to talk to to get what. She knows, whom is doing what ,moving what , and where they are hiding out. She has more info on this place then people could even fathom. So if someone is looking for something or someone she'd be the person to come to.

And probably a safe haven for newbies, making deals with some of the gangs to help them out or send people their way if she thinks they'll fit in. And they help keep her place free from harm. Granted I don't suspect everyone likes her or all the gangs like her idea of a neutral zone and try to change that. maybe some people she has told to fuck off not to happy about it. Can't make everyone happy after all.

She is kind of a central person if that makes sense, connections running all through the place. Even the guards and such. But even with what she has, she doesn't move to take over anyone else territory or business. Most everything is to keep whats hers and her people safe.  Hopefully I am making sense..lolz teach me to write with a migraine.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Alice would definitely be a regular there. Vixen has probably seen her around and might know her but she's pretty quiet, withdrawn and doesn't cause any trouble.

Actually on that note of it being a neutral zone there are two kinds; designated Safe Zones and unofficial sites afforded that respect. In the Safe Zones the area is patrolled by guards with any violence being beaten down. Unofficial sites like the bar hold "neutral" status only as a result of some kind of voluntary, unspoken respect for the rules of that area. It's up to whoever holds the area to enforce their neutrality and see to their own defence. The Grand Plaza is recognised as neutral because it's the heart of all trade and it doesn't benefit anyone to cause disruptions there. Places like Vixen's bar and Heaven's Beacon get that kind of respect because they have the muscle to enforce their rules, they have something to offer and they don't cause any trouble worthy of them being targetted. So like you said, some people might want revenge for whatever reason and it's up to you to see to your own defence.

[DomShark]

As far as I'm concerned, both Haven and Heavens Beacon will have the protection and cooperation of the Skulls. At least until something changes.

[Kaya]

And probably a safe haven for newbies, making deals with some of the gangs to help them out or send people their way if she thinks they'll fit in.

Pavati would probably have a deal with Vixen to send newcomers who fit to the Tribe her way. In return, the Tribe might make life difficult for those who cross Vixen.

[Senti]

Well Amelia is a newcomer to the facility.

Whether anyone is aware of who she is or her crimes is not up too myself, though she was rather grim so they may have been published?

At present she has her own agenda. The Reckoning...

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

As far as I'm concerned, both Haven and Heavens Beacon will have the protection and cooperation of the Skulls. At least until something changes.

Just remember there are a LOT of gangs at Cape Providence and even the Industrial District alone with have quite a few rivals you'll need to contend with. Since Haven is in the Residential District it's possible for you to send a few people there without spreading yourself too thin. Heaven's Beacon on the other hand has its greatest defence in its extreme isolation. It's out of the way and holds no value apart from a sanctuary and hiding place. Since it has quite a few defenders of its own I imagine the only major concerns they would ever have are a defeated gang that was forced out of town and needed somewhere to bunker up or maybe Pavati's Tribe since they roam between the Beacon and the city proper.

Well Amelia is a newcomer to the facility.

Whether anyone is aware of who she is or her crimes is not up too myself, though she was rather grim so they may have been published?

At present she has her own agenda. The Reckoning...

There's a complete communications blackout when it comes to news of the outside world and anyone coming in by boat. The only time people only the island will get tipped off about someone else coming before hand is if Dr. Kaine orders that information "leaked" for some reason.

[CurvyKitten]

I thought Haven was in the Residential District...it can be where ever I guess though. Which ever works best for the GM is fine by me.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

I said it was in the Residential District, silly bum XD

[CurvyKitten]

I blame migraine...nods sagely.

[Sanai]

I suppose you need more menfolk for this dont you?

[CurvyKitten]

Yes...hmm I may post the link in my other group threads to see about drumming up some of these men folk you speak off.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

I blame migraine...nods sagely.

*Plants a very soft, tender kiss on your forehead* I hope you feel better soon.

I suppose you need more menfolk for this dont you?

Why, with so many frightened, vulnerable womenfolk around a few more strong, powerful men wouldn't go astray.

Yes...hmm I may post the link in my other group threads to see about drumming up some of these men folk you speak off.

Thank you bebeh, I'd appreciate that. The more the merrier! ;D

[Senti]

Well Amelia is so sweet and innocent she will need a strong man...

[CurvyKitten]

*Plants a very soft, tender kiss on your forehead* I hope you feel better soon.

Thank you bebeh, I'd appreciate that. The more the merrier! ;D

Purrs and curls up all cute kitta like~ done and posted as well.

[Senti]

I will see if I can poke a few players...

i would whore out my game here but I am a good girl.

[Kokaine]

Hmm...seems interesting. May have a character concept for you if you'll have me. Just need to decide between male or female.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Purrs and curls up all cute kitta like~ done and posted as well.

Aww, you're so flipping adorable! *Cuddles you until you feel better*

I will see if I can poke a few players...

i would whore out my game here but I am a good girl.

Thank you bebeh. There are still a few people who've expressed interest who should hopefully put some character sheets up soon as well.

Hmm...seems interesting. May have a character concept for you if you'll have me. Just need to decide between male or female.

I'd be delighted to have you. Feel free to choose whatever gender you want. I'm sure we'll end up with plenty of both soon enough.

[Kokaine]

I'd be delighted to have you. Feel free to choose whatever gender you want. I'm sure we'll end up with plenty of both soon enough.

Awesome. Well then I will have a CS up for you sometime today ^^

[CurvyKitten]

Aww, you're so flipping adorable! *Cuddles you until you feel better*

Is official purring lap kitta~ hehe can you tell I get silly with lack of sleep and migraines? ~curls up to go to sleep~

If anyone wants more of a connection let me know always fun to have BG ties.

[bubby]

.....um....maybe? I could do male as well...but he'd be homosexual. Is that ok?

Oi....this is such an interesting concept, but I don't want to stretch myself too thin...*Shakes fist at Marissa*..oooohhh yyuuuu!!

[kitakaze]

I'm writing up a male character, fresh off the boat, I'll get it posted for review asap! :3

[Cadavar]

I will see if I can poke a few players...

i would whore out my game here but I am a good girl.

Consider me poked. If it is all good with the others I was thinking of a Guardian/Priest type who looks over Amelia (Senti’s character) or indeed anyone who wants him to watch over them too.

Preacher

Age: 42
Sex: Male
Eyes: blue
Hair: Short/Blonde
Height: 5'11"
Build: Lean and muscular
Orientation: Straightish

Personality: When the mood takes him, he is a teacher to many, who will listen. Joseph as he was once known gathers whaffs and strays and tries to bring them to his way of thinking, which was once holy but is now more about survival.

Biography: Still believing that he was wrongly accused of something considerably less holy than his former profession, in his past, he now resides on Cape Providence. His mind, like it was then is still divided as he remembers nothing of the incident that brought him here and since that day, on occasion, he still has blackouts only to find similar or far worse situations around him upon his refocus.

Psychiatric Record: Dissociative identity disorder (DID) or so he has been told. Something about it being a condition in which a person displays multiple distinct identities, each with its own pattern of perceiving and interacting with the environment. In his notes that he has not seen, it is suggested that he has at least two personalities routinely take control of his behavior with an associated memory loss that goes beyond normal forgetfulness.

Criminal Record: With only one crime under his belt, or so they tell him, and due to the severity of such he was sent to Cape Providence for the rest of his life

Time Served: Preacher has been on Cape Providence for almost ten years now.

Skills: Leadership, Marksmanship, Motorcycle Handling and Repair, Stitching and Patchwork (Others to follow)

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Awesome. Well then I will have a CS up for you sometime today ^^

Great, I can't wait to check out what you come up with.

Is official purring lap kitta~ hehe can you tell I get silly with lack of sleep and migraines? ~curls up to go to sleep~

If anyone wants more of a connection let me know always fun to have BG ties.

Tee hee, I guess I'll have to try and keep you up more often then. *Bats her eyelashes*

.....um....maybe? I could do male as well...but he'd be homosexual. Is that ok?

Oi....this is such an interesting concept, but I don't want to stretch myself too thin...*Shakes fist at Marissa*..oooohhh yyuuuu!!

It would be pretty hypocritical of me to refuse a character that had the hots for their own gender XD

Thanks, I'm glad you like it. Don't feel obligated to if you have too much on your plate already. I'm happy to continue accepting players even once we enter the game but at that point everyone has to be a new arrival by boat.

I'm writing up a male character, fresh off the boat, I'll get it posted for review asap! :3

Wonderful! Our large group of ladyfolk will be delighted XD

Consider me poked. If it is all good with the others I was thinking of a Guardian/Priest type who looks over Amelia (Senti’s character) or indeed anyone who wants him to watch over them too.

Hey Cadaver, I'm going to need you to flesh out that bio for me. I use the biographies as something of an in-universe record for Dr. Kaine, who would have complete access to all legal, government and pyschological records. I'll need you to say what his crime was as well, thanks.

[North of 60°]

WOW...

I wish I had time for this, but I don't think I can commit to participating, I hope you won't mind having one interested reader though :)

Love the idea Marissa

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Aww, you'll be missed!

Thanks heaps, this is my first roleplay I'm GM'ing so I hope it turns out okay. I'm glad you're interested enough to follow it! *Swoons from all the sweet, delicious compliments*

Since we're getting a lot of people jumping in I'm going to throw up an OOC and a page for Character Sheets later today. Then when those last few character sheets get thrown in I'll put up the actual thread although people are still welcome to join at any point after that.

[Reia]

Holy heck y'all have been busy! It's a bit late for me - but what I've glance through looks good. I'll read through everything more closely tomorrow and give better input.

[kitakaze]

Name: Joseph "Ace" McCarthy



Age: 26
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight

Physical Description: 
Common descriptions of Joseph include: well kept brown hair, a medium build with good posture, a friendly smile, and sharp brown eyes. Standing at 5' 11" and weighing 148lbs, he is on the tall side of average, but hardly an imposing figue. True to his outwardly friendly and open character, Joseph keeps himself as presentable as possible, though it is also partly due to his obsessive need for keeping things properly arranged.

Personality:
Joseph comes across as a confident, socially minded individual, always ready to meet new people and help others where he can. He blends himself into nearly any social situation or clique with ease, displaying extrordinary empathy and a thorough understanding of human nature.
Inwardly, however, as with any clinical psychopath he is neither able to relate to, nor feel emotions as other people do. Privately he views the vast majority of human-kind to be composed of weak minded sheep, good for little more than amusement. While manipulative and subversive to a fault, Joseph is well aware that most people react poorly to being lied to, and does everything in his power to avoid conflict which occurs outside of his control.

Biography:
Born as an only child in upstate New York to an upper-middle class family, Joseph never wanted for anything. After some difficulties upon entering primary school, revolving around an argument which escalated to his threatening a classmate with the blade from inside a pencil sharpener. After a few days of suspension and a stern talking-to, he appologised on his own and seemed to become the perfect student. The teachers saw this and praised him for being such a kind-hearted and honest child. Of course there was no reason to suspect him when items began going missing from the classroom. In fact he was the one who figured out that it had been the student with whom he had fought, despite that child's insistence that he was innocent...

All the way up through high school, Joseph never once found himself without friends. While not quite a ring-leader, he enjoyed what amounted to loyalty from a wide range of friends in practically every group. He managed to owe nothing to anyone through his clever use of trading favors between others in place of himself. He was, by all appearances, a perfectly normal, if extroverted individual.

Nothing of significance happened in Joseph's public life for some time, though in private he had picked up an interest in criminals and how they so often fail in their endeavors. He began reading extensively on the more famous examples, such as Charles Manson and Bonnie and Clyde, and especially those few whom had evaded justice, like Zodiac.

For the first time he had found individuals who were more than just animals to be herded, and felt a small sense of respect for their refusal to remain silent within society. Of course, that only meant that he would need to do something even more spectacular without being caught to prove himself, even if it meant months of planning before so much as selecting a victim...

Two years ago there was a string of apparently random, increasingly violent murders across the country, ranging from a strangling to what was determined to be immolation while alive. Men and women of any race seemed to be fair game. Despite the continually shifting MO, the crimes were linked by a single piece of otherwise bizare evidence. A playing card, the ace of spades, was always found within arms' reach of the body. He had selected that as his signature purely because it had no previous link to himself.

Eventually though, like most psychopathic killers before him, he became over-confident and tempted fate once too often. He took his final victim, a young woman, from a street corner in Illinois, intending to add a prostitute to his list of victims. Using all of the charm and deceit at his disposal, he managed to get her into his car without specifying where he would take her. Then, just two miles down the road, he was suddenly cut off and boxed in by two unmarked police cars. Rather than resist or try to flee, he merely sighed in resignation as the officers pulled him from his car; for all of his planning and caution, he was caught by a prostitution sting of all things. When his vehicle was searched, they found several buckets of extremely potent acids, rubber gloves, a plastic bag, a sledge hammer, and a single playing card. The ace of spades.

Psychiatric Record:
Joseph is a clinical psychopath, outwardly charismatic and warm, internally cold and unfeeling. He clearly understands and can imitate normal human emotion, but is unable to experience them personally. He also suffers from Organizational OCD, which manifests itself most clearly in his meticulously thought out appearance.

Criminal Record:
Convicted of 15 counts of kidnaping, 14 counts of murder-1.

After his incarceration he commited an additional murder when his cellmate apparently went through his belongings, and Joseph stomped his throat in while the man slept, adding a count of murder-2 to his list, after which it was determined that he should be relocated to Cape Providence.

Time Served: New arrival, prior incarceration of four months before relocation.

Skills: A social chameleon, he is able to get along with and either coerce or convince essentially anyone to accept him at face value. Because of his "studies" over the years, Joseph has a wide array of miscellaneous, albeit practical, knowledge.

Ons: Being in control, intellegence, strong/confident women, being praised or recognized.
Offs: Watersports, scat.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Oh, I just got shivers. You're approved!

[kitakaze]

Oh, I just got shivers. You're approved!

Excellent! I was going for that reaction ;P
I was thinking of having Joseph be a sort of fence/go-between for gangs looking to trade or negotiate without direct meetings, but having him fresh off the boat just sounded too good to pass up!

[CurvyKitten]

Oh..dido on the shiver. Should be fun and interesting, I can't wait to get this group started.

[Kokaine]

WIP - he's not yet complete (the day got away from me, sorry) since I still need to fill in his history and refine things, but I wanted to put up what I had so you could see the direction I was headed. I will get him finished in the morning after I'm off from work. Was thinking he could work as muscle for someone inclined to have him (possibly a female who wouldn't want to murder him on sight), otherwise he'll just be a loner.

Name: Brody Jensen

Age: 24
Sex: Male
Orientation: Mostly straight... 

Physical Description: Brody is a good looking guy with an athletic build standing 6 feet, 1 inch tall, and weighing in at 197lbs. His dark blonde hair and pretty blue eyes come complete with a boyish smile and a set of matching dimples that have been described as dangerous when used with intent. In general he dresses fairly normal for a male of his age. While he generally prefers comfortable jeans and athletic wear, he has been known to dress up on occasion and cleans up well. Choosing to maintain a more mainstream look, he is most often clean shaven or has very neatly trimmed facial hair, keeps his wavy mane cut short, and has no tattoos or piercings apart from his ears. His back and upper chest are scarred by badly healed cuts made by a serrated blade when he was 12.

Personality: The picture of good old fashioned southern charm, Brody comes off as a very genuine and respectable young man. He is for the most part polite and friendly, often being described as inherently likeable by most people. He is the neighbor who watches your house and picks up your mail when you go out of town. He is the guy who stops and helps you as you struggle to move a piece of furniture. He opens doors and pulls out chairs. Armed with a disarming smile and innate charm he is the last one people ever suspect capable of violence. He does have a particular distaste for disrespect aimed at women and children, and once crossed he is an enemy for life.

Biography: Abigail Jensen was a 16 year old runaway when she met up with Tommy Barnes. The two together were nothing but trouble, proved when Tommy got his girl hooked on drugs—weed, meth, heroin, ecstasy... you name it, Abby liked it. No one is sure if her sex addiction developed before or after her substance abuse but for Tommy it was a win-win since he could always pimp Abby out to get a little cash on the side and she wouldn't even complain.

Then she wound up pregnant, and by Tommy no less. With the hell he gave her over it, it was a miracle that Brody even made it to term, and certainly unbelievable when he was born mostly healthy. Right after the baby was born though, Tommy went back to his old ways. Abby wanted to do right by her boy but she was all twisted up in the man's head games and her addictions.

As the years passed, Tommy strayed further and further, staying gone longer and longer, while Abby could barely afford to feed herself or her kid. In between the drug binges, sex with strangers, and nights where she just didn't come home, Abby wasn't a half bad mom. It was clear that mother and son shared a special bond. In Brody's eyes his mother could do no wrong. To him she was both beautiful and broken. A victim trapped in a hell she couldn't escape. She would try to get clean, try to get right and get herself to rehab and get a job, but every time Tommy would come back and fuck it all up. After a while, Abby stopped trying and Brody got angry.

Still, despite his less than stellar home life, on the outside Brody appeared to be a normal kid. He was quite charming and well liked by his classmates. He studied hard and got good grades, played with his friends, and got into trouble very rarely. He knew early on exactly who he did not want to be and did his best to do the opposite of Tommy whenever he could.

For the most part, Tommy didn't even see Brody. He refused to acknowledge him beyond the occasional smack or grunt, and certainly never cared what he was or wasn't doing unless it interfered with something he wanted to do. However, when Brody was around 12, one of Tommy's clients did notice him and decided he would pay good money for some time alone with him. All Tommy saw was dollar signs. This particular client had a sadistic streak as well and liked to take a serrated blade to his flesh—the same blade that Brody would later use to get his revenge.

After a couple times of dealing with this client, Abby finally spoke up in an attempt to protect her boy. For her trouble, Tommy beat her half to death then sodomized her in front of him while holding a gun to her head and telling Brody that he would shoot her if he tried to do anything. Believing the bastard would at least let her live he didn't move, but Tommy shot her anyway and killed her.

Brody was beyond heartbroken and angry with himself for failing his mother when she needed him most. Worst of all, Tommy was convicted but letter released after an appeal that revealed shoddy police work. The bastard being free on a technicality was just too much for him and that was the birth of the monster.

Killing Tommy was easy, almost too easy, and he regretted immediately that he hadn't made the bastard feel what he'd forced him and his mother to feel. His death had been too quick, too merciful.

Psychiatric Record: Due to the abuse suffered at the hands of his mother (a sex addict and heavy drug user) and her subsequent rape and murder by her dealer (his father), Brody possess a deep hatred of abusers—specifically those who target women and/or children. He believes that it his sacred mission to “enlighten” those who choose to violate the weak and innocent by subjecting them to treatment that puts them in their victims shoes. When asked if his “work” makes him holy, or somehow places him above those he targets, Brody had this to say: “Holy? One need not be designated holy to protect all that is good and right. Simply put, it takes a monster to kill a monster. When the cycle is broken, I too will be subject to hell's delights and I will go with smile on my face and a song in my heart, for the world will be better off.” It should be noted that Brody is not particularly religious, nor does he identify any particular denomination, but identifies his crimes as sacred.

Brody is able to function, for the most part, normally on a day to day basis. However, he becomes agitated (sometimes visibly) by the mere mention of any form of abuse against women and/or children.  This can cause him to withdraw somewhat as the colder, more calculating aspects of his personality (possibly an entirely different persona) come to the fore.
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Criminal Record: Having committed his first sexual assault at the age of 16 and his first killing shortly after that, authorities think it likely that Brody's victims number in the high 30s. The only charges they were able to make stick were 2 counts of Murder in the first and 3 counts of rape.

Time Served: After spending 1 year in maximum security, Brody was sent to Cape Providence after he beat his psychiatrist nearly to death with his own clipboard for even insinuating that his mother sexually abused him.

Skills: Tracking, surveillance, “waste” disposal, martial arts

Ons: Women. Rough sex. Oral. Public sex. Light pain. Dangerous women. Watching people.
Offs: No toilet play!!! Weak women (not physically or simply submissive but outright doormats)

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Looking good Kokaine. I can't wait to see how you flesh him out.

Okay everyone, I've put up an OOC thread and a thread for Character Sheets under NC: Human Freeform Small Groups. The links are down below. Can everyone who has an approved character please post their Character Sheets in the Archive? Any discussion of ideas for approved characters can go in the OOC to keep this page less cluttered, but feel free to discuss character relationships or ideas with people who haven't been approved yet in this thread to help them flesh out their character. Oh, and to our loving and adoring fans like North who want to follow this, feel free to pop into the OOC as well for whatever.

OOC: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=128283.0
Character Archives: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=128284.0

[CurvyKitten]

Oh Kokaine I love it so far, and I can already see them having something in common due to their backgrounds. Vixen is always up for a good bouncer hehe just a suggestion.

and posted character and add bookmarks.

[kingmaster1]

am I accepted, I just want to be sure if I should post or not.   ::)

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Yeppers, I approved you a while back so feel free to put your character up.

[GloomCookie]

Marissa my darling I have come back and made you my first... well, I wouldn't say victim but certainly one of my first toys.


Isabelle Romani



Age: 26
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight though doesn't mind looking at the girls.

Physical Description: Isabelle is a young woman who enjoys a life of leisure.  She works out just enough to stay sexy and draw in boys, getting most of her exercise from her favorite past time of course.

Personality: Isabelle is a narcissistic, selfish, spoiled young woman who only wants to be the center of attention in all things.  That's not what's dangerous though, is that in addition, she has the intelligence and foresight to remain two or three steps ahead of everyone else, keeping herself safe behind layers of careful planning.

Biography: Isabelle was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.  From the time she could talk, she's been the darling of her parents and always given everything she could possibly want.  Education wasn't an issue, as she was only taught by the best.  Nothing could bring her down.  But as she got older, attention started to drift from her, towards others.  She was infuriated, and promptly began arranging 'accidents' that made sure no one was around to steal her limelight.  She continued on, putting her education to work to seduce men and keep all eyes on her, even as she racked up more and more debt.  She married men and they all suddenly had 'accidents' as well, leading to suspicion but nothing could ever be proven.  It would be tax dodging by her weasel lawyer that did her in.

Psychiatric Record: Not needed.
Criminal Record: While only arrested for tax evasion due to falsified tax returns by her lawyer, the judge threw the book at her to try and put her away, since by the time she went to trial, rumors were abound that she would marry men for their wealth and then off them in convenient ways.  Nothing could ever be proven, but that's not going to stop a self-righteous judge from condemning her anyway.
Time Served: Fresh Meat

Skills: A mistress of strategy, she can plan and manipulate almost anyone, using her natural beauty and skills to con people out of information that will eventually come back around and bite them in the ass.  Besides, she's no one's bitch.

Ons: I have a special list in my signature if you really want to know.
Offs: Absolutely no toilet play, no tickling, no kids and no clowns.  Seriously.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

*Sighs and wipes away her clown make-up* Hey there Princess Linny Pants! I was wondering when you'd spot this. For some strange reason you were the first person to pop into my head when I thought of dangerous, deranged convicts ::)

You're approved, naturally, so feel free to post your character sheet up. Does the "Not needed" under her psychiatric record because she has no mental illnesses at all or she just hasn't been diagnosed with any?

[Winterborn]

App coming in. I had it about two-thirds down and this damn thing I use crashed. Starting over from scratch now.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Oh God, it's the worse when that happens. I once lost an entire essay that was due in in less than an hour that way. I hope you have better luck this time.

[bubby]

Hhmm...well shit. If Kokaine's in the game, I simply HAVE to join  ;D

I think it'll be interesting having the only gay male in the game. It'll take me a couple days I imagine to come up with a decent char since the bio's are so extensive. Means I'll have to actually think.  ::)

Question though. Is it a must that I use a -real- pic, or can I use anime? I actually had a pic in mind which is why I thought of joining this game in the first place. But if you want real I'll just make Kokaine give me a pic..HAH!

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

The bio can be as short or as long as you think is necessary, just as long as you have enough detail for me to work with if Dr. Kaine calls for an "appointment" with your character, so don't stress too much about it.

Hmm, I'd prefer a real picture but the pictures just to give everyone else a reference for what you look like so I won't object to you using anime.

[bubby]

You rawk girl! I'll work on a char starting tomorrow then! Hopefully I might even have it done before I go to work for the night.

Btw...I'm going for fresh off the boat as well.

[Winterborn]

WIP. What do y'all think so far?

Name: Henry "Hank the Tank" Dearborn.

((I am very, very bad at finding good pics. Suggestions are appreciated!))

Age: 19.
Sex: Outtie.
Orientation: Straight.

Physical Description: Despite his nickname, Hank isn't all that big; he's not even sure if he's done growing yet. Sure, he's tough and built, but it's the hard, flat muscle of a working man and an athlete, not the sculpted bulges of a weight lifter. Scots-Irish by ancestry, his skin is fair and his hair dark brown, just the slightest tinge of red in it when the sun hits it right. He keeps it cut short on the sides and in the back, long on the top, and slicked back whenever he has the pomade to do it; otherwise it stays under a baseball cap. His eyes are a gold-flecked hazel, clear and intelligent.
Personality: The real reason for his nickname is his unyielding focus, coupled with a sort of dogged possessiveness. When he decides he wants something, he goes after it, and he doesn't stop for anything unless he gets bored or something better comes along. Obstacles are nothing, distractions had better be damned worth it. Once he has something, he holds onto it until whatever it is gets used up, whether it's a bottle of liquor or a living, breathing human. Otherwise, he's fairly easygoing for a resident of the Cape, just don't give him any trouble and he won't give you none.

Biography: Henry Dearborn was raised in a rural area of Central Texas, not too far from College Station, home of TAMU. His parents, a paramedic and diner cook respectively, had little time for raising their third child and only boy. This job was left to his older sisters as much as possible, and the television when it wasn't.

He was a sharp kid, if a little wild. He took to books like a fish to water, and they were practically the only objects that escaped his abuses. Any time he wasn't reading, you could get easy money betting he was antagonizing one of his sisters, or a household pet, or the neighboring kids.

As he got older, he learned to love fire and explosions; who could resist them? Every good movie had a burning building or an exploding helicopter. There was a raw power in it, the ability to take a little bleach, a little ammonia, and bang! Living in the country as he did, there was plenty of scrubland to set off his little glories without fear of discovery or harming others.

Whenever someone noticed, he just stopped for a while. That was hard, but he could throw himself into books and music instead, biding his time. During one particularly bad stretch he taught himself to play the guitar, much to his father's delight. So the kid blew things up and got in fights with the neighbor's kid. So what?

Along with a growing number of kids in that area, Henry and his sisters were homeschooled. No hour long bus rides to the drone factories for them! Some people called it 'unschooling', but he figured that if the 'rents wanted them to go with their interests, he would.

Of course, while he was exploring any subject that interested him, he was also doing it alone. By the time he reached adolescence, the idea that he was definitely missing out socially was heavy in his mind. So he was fit, smart, in the prime of his life, so what? That didn't make him anything special, not as far as the chicks seemed to be concerned. He tried to be nice, friendly, open, caring. Nothing. Frustration.

He got in two bad fights with the kid down the road, the second time putting the guy down unconscious. It hadn't been a good fight, not like a friendly wrestling match. It had been a beating, a ruthless release of aggression and pent up rage. Henry couldn't remember why he had been so angry, because now everything was good. But his victory was not complete, he had to keep going. What should he do? The guy's sister came out on the front porch, screaming that she would call the sheriff. Something clicked, or maybe it snapped.

He was on the porch before he knew he was moving, his foot jammed inside the door to keep her from shutting it. She was older than him by about a year, eighteen? But he was bigger, faster, stronger, and angry again, so angry that he wanted to pull the house down. Inside the door, knocking her down, pinning her, pressing himself down on her, kissing her. Into her bedroom, tearing her shirt open, yanking off blue jeans so tight they must have been painted on. She was perfect, the epitome of everything that had been denied to him, and she was his.

He later decided, lying in bed, waiting for the wailing sirens to set the dogs howling, for the sound of a sheriff's cruiser to roll up the drive, that it was a pretty okay way for a guy to lose his virginity. He kept waiting. The minutes turned into hours. He slept, and awoke to a home unentered by police or doctors with soft voices and needles. No angry parents, his or hers.

It was almost a disappointment. What? Now he had to go back to living life like before? Forget that, his whole life had been leading up to this point, he wasn't going back. He was taking what was his, no matter what.

That was the first time of four known, the ones that actually went on his record. There were others, and other crimes. His rap sheet didn't even begin to cover it. It was stupid. Get popped for stealing a Dodge, go to prison for rape. His family never wrote, he never got any visitors. He'd had to kill a guy a week in to keep from ending up as somebodies boyfriend; luckily, his cellmate was kind of a scrawny guy, never expect someone like that to be up for that much arson. Besides, the bastard stole his pillow. Good enough reason to kill a man. Now the headshrinkers who ran the courts were sending him somewhere else, a special place for people just like him. He couldn't wait; he was an interesting person, after all.

Psychiatric Record: Poor impulse control, possessive nature to the point of obsession. Rage repression issues lead to violent, sometimes hypersexual outbursts, generally with no warning. In short, an extremely volatile case of bipolar disorder, type 'Md'.
Criminal Record: (Sealed juvenile record: Two counts assault and battery, one count arson.) Assault and battery, three counts sexual assault, two counts grand theft auto, one count premeditated murder while incarcerated.
Time Served: Fresh Meat.
Skills: Limited motorcycle mechanics, limited general firearms, bombmaking, bruising and fetching.

Ons: Women, control, contests, force, domination, rough sex, non-consent.
Offs: Men, bodily waste.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Looking good so far Winter. An obsessive personality should be pretty interested to have onboard. I can't wait to see what you come up with for the bio.

Oh, and I'd offer to help with the picture but I'm pretty bad at finding them myself. Maybe someone else can help.

[Senti]

For Pictures Steve Backshall is rather lovely.

He is the housewives/mothers choice.

though might be a little old.

there are also the Supernatural Boys?

[Winterborn]

Meh freehand bio is meh.

[Cadavar]

Hey Cadaver, I'm going to need you to flesh out that bio for me. I use the biographies as something of an in-universe record for Dr. Kaine, who would have complete access to all legal, government and pyschological records. I'll need you to say what his crime was as well, thanks.

That's fine with me. I just wanted something up to show i was interested. I will flesh it out soon :)

[MarcothTalos]

Marcus "Bull" Layman

While serving...


Most recent photo...

Age: 32
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight

Physical Description: Marcus was known in his unit as Bull for a reason, and it wasn't his size. He stands a solid 6'3" now, but when active duty he kept himself in good shape. Though now he was a good twenty pounds heavier and more toned. He has his head and face shaved, but his natural hair was brown. His eyes are a deep blue and often times seem to darken. He has no tattoos, and a small assortment of scars. He had three bullet scars, one to his left shoulder, the other two mere inches from each other on his right abdomen. His back also has a large scar running from the right shoulder blade down towards his left hip and stops right above his last rib. His body is lacking hair most everywhere but his face and head, up until he shaved them, and he is well endowed. (More details about all of he looks like this when I post the intro post.)


Personality:: He is a military man by all means. Keeping respect with all those he meets, and keeping his barring no matter the offense by the people around him. Though he shows normally as a serious no nonsense type, he has a much darker side who has choose the second name he goes by, Bull. Bull is all of the things Marcus would never be. A mass murderer, a psycho, sadist, and completely set on causing other people pain/or just killing them.

Biography: Marcus was fine at a young age, he liked all things that his middle class family provided. He went to a good school, and finished near top of his class in high school of 431 students in his class. He was always physically fit and often times would join the more brutal sports like football and wrestling. His father was a simple welder for a construction company out of South Boston, and his mother worked as a teacher at his elementary school. He joined up at 18 and took top of his Boot Camp Platoon in the Marines.

After showing extreme skill when it came to martial arts training, Marcus opted for Special forces after a recommendation from his first command. He was declare a Force Recon Marine at the age of 20. He spent the next ten years fighting world away against enemies the U.S. public never even knew existed. His last two years before being send to the island, Marcus was stationed to Afghanistan.

During one of his mission he refuses to talk about, Marcus was separated from his team, and after two ambushes back to back, they pulled out and left him for dead. Marcus was never one to sit back and die, so he kept hidden for three days among his dead comrades, slowly losing it as the enemy who ambushed them stayed at the site for that long. After that long of being buried underneath three bodies (the Afgans piled them up), Marcus moved quickly and followed the team back to a village. He was really only without a map or direction and figured he would find food quicker if he simply killed the men one by one. He knew how to do it, but was in no condition to do it.

They had removed his weapon and ammo thinking him dead, but left a boot knife and his K-Bar on him. He had gone half mad from hunger and fear by the time the week was over and had finally followed the men to a village. While at night he moved in to get food he swears to this day after he grabbed the first bit of bread he only remembers a man tapping his shoulder.

That is when his new side came out. Bull as the person called himself, turned and gutted the man from groin to sternum before the man could scream. He proceed to move from one home to the next, killing every man he could find, before lighting some of the children on fire while they slept. He round up the last 20 or so people using the AK-47s he found around the village, who were all women and a few kids, and tied them spread eagle on the ground with rope and stakes he made from pieces of wood. The sand held nicely when he drove the stakes in deep and he raped the ones he found attractive.

After he had his fun he untied the women he raped and set the children on fire in front of them before he pissed on the slowly burning now dead body. He laughed the entire time he had them all tied down. Shouting and spitting in the women's faces while he defiled them. After it all he decided to shoot them all once, the ones he raped and the ones he didn't. He fired one shot into the right abdomen of them all, sometimes two he if thought he missed. He aimed for the liver, on all of them. It was a for sure death, but could take up to an hour if they plugged the wound long enough.

After the incident, a U.S. patrol found Marcus rocking back and forth as he stared at the village. The one who called himself Bull had been happy to leave a note to Marcus.. "Look at the fires, look at the bodies, look at the blood, doesn't it just make ya hard? Thanks for the time, see you soon. -Bull." Obviously the patrol didn't really know what to do, they were just a group of Army infantry, they had no clue he was even American till they found his dogtags....crammed into the eyes of two children, the gore around them obviously showed he had done it while they still breathed. He had no idea what had happen, all he knew is he was terrified of himself. The first and last thing he said to the judges as they sentenced him was a simple phrase.."Thank you."

Psychiatric Record: Marcus suffers from a severe break in his own psychology from hunger, thirst, and sheer exhaustion when he massacred the village six months ago. It took some time for the shrinks to finally figure out not only that he had Dissociative identity disorder triggered by extreme stress, but that his other half so to speak was a complete sadist. Upon the switch Marcus can only really notice it happening because of a sharp pain over his right eye.

Marcus psychology is so damage that even while he does not take on the role of "Bull", he is nearly unmoving or speaking. He spends his time in his cell without complaint. He knows he has done something terrible, but according to what he was told no one knows what exactly he did to that village or how.

Criminal Record: He has killed countless times, but for his crimes (rather Bull's crimes) he massacred a small village in the Afgan border of a total of 43 people. Killing the 20 military aged men (16 years old to 50 in his mind), 8 children (whom he burned alive with his zippo and gasoline), and 15 women (after raping the younger ones). 43 counts of first degree murder, 8 counts of torture, and 7 counts of rape. All you would never find anywhere since that was the way to get rid of him quietly.

Time Served: Just sent to the Island by a military tribunal to cover up his.....episode.

Skills: Highly skilled in hand to hand combat. Knowing how to get out of a bind faster without a weapon then with. Highly trained in small weapon fighting such as knives, batons, asp's, and he is not bad with a pistol too. His main skill within his military background was stealth, knowing multiple languages, and being the go to guy as they would call it. The man you always can give a job, and without anymore instruction, he would find a way to finish it.

Ons: Bull- Violence, blood, women in fear, men in fear, rape, and of course torture. Marcus- He rarely speaks so no one really knows....(yep that is my own way of saying, we shall see if marcus even drops his pants lol.)

Offs: No removing limbs and body parts please, unless needed for life to continue and such. Scat, vore, God mode.

[MarcothTalos]

Figured I would perhaps throw my hat and character in the island if that is alright?

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

I believe we may have just found our prison's most dangerous psychopath. You're definitely approved. Dom's playing a veteran as well so the two of you might be interested in talking.

Actually, on this dark note I should probably bring something up for housekeeping purposes. Obviously this will be a dark, gritty roleplay that could involve things like NC, kidnapping, murder, etc. Before anyone tries anything a little outside polite social boundaries you have to bring it up with the people involved. OOC consent is a must.

[Senti]

Well at least Amelia is well behaved.

[GloomCookie]

*Sighs and wipes away her clown make-up* Hey there Princess Linny Pants! I was wondering when you'd spot this. For some strange reason you were the first person to pop into my head when I thought of dangerous, deranged convicts ::)

You're approved, naturally, so feel free to post your character sheet up. Does the "Not needed" under her psychiatric record because she has no mental illnesses at all or she just hasn't been diagnosed with any?

She was arrested on tax evasion.  You don't need a psych eval for that.  But if you want to um.. hmm... interrogate me and find out just how deranged I am, go right ahead sweetie.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

The psych record is more of an OOC reference so people know what they're dealing with. That said, Dr. Kaine interviews everyone at some point anyway and you're absolutely right about not needing one so I imagine you might be called up fairly early. >:)

[AurelieCatena]

Is it still time to apply? I have been away during the Holidays...

[bubby]

Name: Sean MacLane
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Orientation: Homosexual

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Physical Description: He's tall and lean, standing at 6'3”, but he's all muscle. Nothing thick and bulky, having more the build of Bruce Lee. The tattooing over his chest and neck is his own version of celtic tribal.

Personality: Loud, crass, complete shit talker. He doesn't care who you are or who you think you are, he'll tell you exactly what he thinks about you or any given situation. This however is posturing in a sense. Acting the way he does makes people think him to just be another punk, when in fact he is not. He's quite smart really, and can be cool and calculating when it is called for. When he's spouting off his mouth, in reality his eyes are moving, his ears are listening, and he's gauging the situation he's in.

Biography: He'll tell you he's related to James 'Jimmy C' Coonan, an Irish mob boss of the Westies in Hells Kitchen in the 70's. Cousin of a cousin or some such. He'll even tell you this in an Irish accent. He'll tell you that he's the leader of this gang, or the main muscle in another, but is he? He'll tell you his roots go back to Ireland, and the IRA. The thing about his stories is even though he's spouting shit, he knows he is, you know he is, but it doesn't stop, and you won't stop him from telling it. What's the point? He's pretty damn good at it. There's also the fact that those who have tried to call him on it have ended up dead, or wishing they were...

In truth he is an orphan. Raised in Boston Boy's houses, he was basically a hood rat, always in trouble, but never truly getting caught for anything...heinous. 'Never getting caught' being the operative statement. He knew he was gay at a young age, but woe to anyone who spouted homophobic words in his presence. When you meet him, gay is not what you would think. In fact though he will not hide his sexual preference, he will not announce it either. It became obvious by the time he was 12 that he could not be controlled. However, his personality is such that he managed to win over any House Head he happened to be lodged in, able to talk his way out of heavy trouble with his quick wit and easy storytelling. So though he essentially lived 'on the streets', he always had a place to eat, or lay his head in a real bed. When he was 16 even the Homes couldn't contain him, and he simply made his way however he could, working in whatever gang had need of his skills.

Sean's biggest issue is gay bashers. It's what sends him off into his black-out rages. Especially those rapists who claim to not be gay, but choose to take young twinks by force, beating them, raping them, all the while claiming they are the straightest of the straight. He has left behind many a sliced up guy in many an alley after watching such confrontations. Oddly enough he's calculating with it though. He will watch, he will gauge, and he will wait until offenders are in the midst of their transgression before attacking. During his rage he too will taunt, generally in the manner that the offenders 'hate' most. His favorite weapon being his Claws, he shreds without impunity, he slices and dices, and when he is finished he will smile.

This was how he was found and finally arrested. He was covered in blood, and three men were laying in the alley, their skin shredded into ribbons. He was sitting against the wall, humming softly. The biggest question though....why did he simply sit there and wait to be found? After slipping through the system so many times, why did he choose incarceration now?

Psychiatric Record: Sean is a true sociopath, but it has been noted in his records that somewhere deep inside is a kernal of a human with all that that implies.

Criminal Record: Juvenile record is pretty basic; petty theft, burglary, assault. It has  been noted that he has been in suspicion of murder, as well as allegations of being linked to several bombings, but it was never proven. He has never spent an extensive time in jail, and never been in prison.

Time Served: Fresh Meat

Skills: Bomb making is always fun. His skill is immense in this, having studied quite heavily the bomb making skills of those in the IRA. Blowing shit up is the SHIT! There is also his skills with the handmade 'Wolverine' style knives he owned. He's quick, he's lithe, sneaky and smooth. Though confiscated before his trip to the Cape, he's quite sure he'll be able to make more easily enough. Oh, and he will. He's also very skilled at free-running, having spent years perfecting it.

Ons: Bondage (NOT BDSM), sexual dominance to the character(See players Ons)
Offs: (SEE PLAYERS OFFS, OR ASK BEFORE TRYING ANYTHING)

[DomShark]

Name: Stanley "Gonzo" Collins
Age: 45
Rank: Treasurer
Bio: Addiction has marked Gonzo's life from a young age. Once a promising Chemistry scholar at university, Gonzo fell from grace when a felony amount of heroine was found in his possession. After being thrown out of school, Gonzo went into a deep depression, relying on ritual to keep his life from feeling as broken as it was. Eventually, he was recruited as a "cook" for the drug dealer who he owed a lot of money to.

For a long time, it worked. Stanley, cooking up quality crystal meth in exchange for heroine, but more and more it became apparent that Gonzo was serving his own ritual instead of the boss' wishes. When the boss confronted Gonzo and tried to make him change his recipe, Gonzo reacted violently. By the time anyone checked in on them, Stanley had arranged the thug's body parts and bones around the room in alphabetical order by their proper names, from abdominal muscles, to xyphoid process.

After being sent to Cape Providence, the cycle repeated itself, the addiction and the affinity for cooking high quality crystal meth. Crusher, however, trusts and respects Gonzo more than anyone ever has. Gonzo is whole and completely dedicated to both his gang and his leader, though he will not leave the industrial district, even if his life depends on it.

Psych Profile Extreme Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Agoraphobia, Addiction and Bipolar Disorder.

***

Name: Anna Nakova
Age: 27
Rank: Sergeant-At-Arms
Bio: Anna was still very young when the KGB "Bought" her from her biological parents. For years she was viewed as little more than a sexual plaything, being abused and passed around the mobsters freely. Her psychotic break happened when she was only nineteen, she murdered over twenty of her abusers in their sleep and fled to America.

For a year or so, she was able to lay low in the states, but was haunted to no end by the trauma of her past. The mundane banalities of everyday life were intolerable to her, that these rich, fat Americans could go through life more worried about the brand of fabric softener they used than the suffering of others just outside their narrow vision. Nothing felt real, and all she could think about was the blood... the thick, hot, sticky mess she'd left behind her in Russia.

It was only a matter of time before she killed again, and when she realized that there were those who would pay her handsomely to kill. By the time she was apprehended by the law, she'd carried out eleven contract killings within the states.

When she arrived at Cape Providence, Anna was immediately recruited by what was then a new gang, the Bloody Skulls. Her looks led the recruiters and Crusher to think of her as a potential whore. Needless to say, she was greatly opposed to this idea. After months of resistance, imprisonment and torture; she would always ask the same question when her captors were exhausted from beating her, "Is that all you've got?"

Crusher took an interest in her and grew to respect her for her steel nerve, and eventually patched her in as a full member of the gang. Over time, the two developed a brief romance, though Anna refused to have sex with anyone, even Him. Though there were other favors she was content to do for Crusher when he asked.

Over time, she earned her stripes and Crusher's trust as well. Today she acts as Crusher's personal bodyguard and occasional lover. She keeps all of the gang's firearms and is in charge of the bullet and melee weapon production that the Skulls operate. She feels more at home on the Cape than she ever did in Russia or America and would protect Skull-Crusher with her very life if needed.

Psych Profile: Bipolar Disorder, Sexual Trauma, Homicidal Tendancies

[Winterborn]

Because Bipolar Disorder is awesome.

Marissa, I think I've got as much bio as I want to open up right now, unless you think I need more info between Hank's first manic episode and prison. Which I would totally understand, I just prefer to do backstory as I go.

[Kokaine]

Oh Kokaine I love it so far, and I can already see them having something in common due to their backgrounds. Vixen is always up for a good bouncer hehe just a suggestion.

and posted character and add bookmarks.

Bouncer works. Wonder if it would be better to have him been around a short while and already be a bouncer or start from being fresh off the boat and see if he can earn the spot from her.

BTW, he's been expanded. Just need to wrap up the background a bit more.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

When you mix the IRA of all things up with the IRS you know you haven't had your morning coffee *Rubs her eyes sleepily*

Dom, you can edit those characters into your profile on the Archives. Looking good so far Bubby. When you fill in those blanks can you just slap one last paragraph into the bio explaining what happened to land you in Cape Providence?

Is it still time to apply? I have been away during the Holidays...

Don't worry, we're still open.

Marissa, I think I've got as much bio as I want to open up right now, unless you think I need more info between Hank's first manic episode and prison. Which I would totally understand, I just prefer to do backstory as I go.

Nope, you definitely have enough detail there. You're approved. Feel free to post your character up.

[Winterborn]

Wicked. Character posted in the Archive.

[CurvyKitten]

OH nice character  Bubby! He seems like he is gonna be a lot of fun. hehe

[CurvyKitten]

Bouncer works. Wonder if it would be better to have him been around a short while and already be a bouncer or start from being fresh off the boat and see if he can earn the spot from her.

BTW, he's been expanded. Just need to wrap up the background a bit more.

That is up to you, I am sure we can work it out either way. Either he has been there a bit and earned the spot, or we work out a little scene of him help take care of some riff raff. He may have been told as a newbie to go to her anyway. Up to you hun I can work it out either way.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

The IC is now up and running. Since it will take people some time to get their intros done and for the plot to get moving new applicants don't have to be new arrivals to the island. I'll let you all know when that policy changes.

[bubby]

YAY! Bio is completed! Let me know if it's sufficient!

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

You're approved, milady.

[ArtemisHighmore]

So Breathless pointed me in this direction as I mentioned that I am looking to get back into serious rp and wanted a group game to start with. Worked up a profile, let me know if you need anything else.

Character Sheet

Name: Victor Stykes

http://wallpaper.goodfon.com/image/172820-1920x1200.jpg [Leaving as link because image is big]

Age: 32
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight

Physical Description: Standing at six feet and three inches, Victor is 300 pounds of raw muscle. His dirty blond hard falls in long tendrils around his shoulders as he has neglected its care while being locked away. Thick scruff covers his strong jaw though there is a long scar that runs along his right cheek and jaw line, a gift from his last victim that seal her fate. His torso is covered in curse little half-moon scars and jagged marks. They are fingernail marks from his victims, trophies that he proudly bares. There is a small tattoo across his upper arm with the name ‘Lilly’.

Personality: Victor has become quite aggressive during his time behind bars and has been known to attack anyone who tries to criticize him for what he had done. If left alone, he will not go out of his way attack someone… unless the subject is female…

Biography: Victor is a case of nurture over natural. His father, Marcus, was a sexual deviant to the extreme and was in and out of jail for most of Victor’s childhood. When Marcus wasn’t in jail, he was abusing Victor’s poor mother who was too insecure to leave the retched man and inadvertently taught Victor to have little respect for the female gender.

Marcus viewed Victor as the perfect canvas to paint his legacy upon, though he would never guess that his son would take it to the level that he eventually did. When Victor turned twelve, Marcus gave him the gift of a girl. Marcus had tied her in the basement and spent the week teaching Victor the usages of a girl and what they were truly good for. Victor eagerly soaked up the knowledge, desperate for the approval of his father. Victor would never know that that girl and the three that followed at Christmas would end up buried in the backyard.

Victor would take the lessons he learned at home and applied them at school, a place that quickly taught him that such things were not acceptable. Unfortunately the scolding only made Victor hate the system for chastising something that he felt was completely natural. Marcus, feeling quite proud of his son, merely placed him in a different school each time his son was caught, using his persuasive and manipulative manner to pass his son’s deviancy off as ‘they’re just curious kids’.

At sixteen Victor was caught trying to molest a girl behind Omega Arcade and was sentence to a short term in juvenile detention after his father managed to convince the judge that the case was a misunderstanding and that he was just acting his age. During Victor’s time in detention, his father suffered a fatal heart attack and passed away. It is rumored that perhaps the loss of his role model was what really triggered Victor’s plummet into deviancy even more.

With his father gone, the state stepped in to take care of him, tossing him into the fractured foster system. For two years he moved from house to house, abused by angry fathers and stressed out mothers. Knowing that he had nothing on the outside, he set his anger loose on the other kids, every house becoming a battleground where his fists turned to granite.

Eighteen saw Victor on his own where he managed to hold a part time job at a seedy company, allowing him just enough money to afford a cheap apartment where he could bring any woman he could pick up. He had picked up on his father’s manipulative ways and found that it was easy to con loose women to come back to his place but for some reason it was never enough. A willing subject just did not get his blood pumping.

Twenty two was his first rape. He had found her on his way home from work. She had been waiting for the bus. It had been rather easy to lure her towards the alley where he took her behind the dumpster. The thrill he felt at taking her was unlike anything he had ever felt. He was even pleased with the marks she had left upon his arms as she had tried to fight him off.

So began a seven year spiral where he was responsible for countless rapes. He fell into a habitual cycle, targeting young women, usually ones who were on their way home from work and who he suspected lived alone. His capture came when he followed a young woman home after his shift. Catching her at her door, he forced his way into her apartment and began to rape her. Her male roommate arrived to save her and attacked Victor. The cops were called and Victor was hauled off.

After a long court case where dozens of victims came forward, Victor was sentenced to life without parole. Given the violent rapes that were described during the case, the judge felt that it normal prison was not enough and so he was sentenced to serve his term at Cape Providence. Victor was held in a holding cell for two months while awaiting transport to the island.

Psychiatric Record: A broken home and a sexual deviant father have turned Victor into a man without feelings. The fury he felt at the hands of foster parents has built up inside him to the point that he feels the need to unleash it upon all those within his grasp, though he focuses his anger on women, the gender he deems the weakest.

Criminal Record: Has been accused of almost twenty different accounts of rape and has had several disappearances pinned on them though he aggressively denies those claims. Is sentenced to life at Cape Providence.

Time Served: Served three months in juvenile detention for sexually molesting a girl. Two months in solitary holding while awaiting his transfer to the island. Fresh meat to the island.

Skills: Can be very persuasive and manipulative when he needs to be. Capable of handling himself in a brawl and handy with makeshift weapons. Marginally skilled with electronics and automotive equipment. Skilled with tying a person down though prefers when his victims fight back.

Ons: Screaming, begging and fighting back. He prefer someone who is going to leave a few marks on his body while he takes his pleasure. Aggressive sex, mostly nonconsensual since he likes the added roughness.

Offs: Gore, males and super submissive women.

[MarcothTalos]

Then w have brute number three! Well Earl is that much of a brute.....lol

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Mr. Arty! Always a pleasure. I guess if my darling Breathless invited you over I just can't say no. Welcome aboard. The game has just started recently so feel free to get a post up when you're ready.

[ArtemisHighmore]

-bows-
I am deeply honored to be a part of your game Miss Marissa.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

Tee hee, flattery will get you everywhere ::)

[DomShark]

*Evil grin* This one could be quite the useful monster, just in case some of the new arrivals aren't fond of their new roles as prostitutes. Assuming of course he could be leashed and stay that way.

[ArtemisHighmore]

Leashed? Me? Hahaha

[CurvyKitten]

looks like we have another man to keep our eyes on. I'm glad Vixen is as tough as she is lolz.

[AurelieCatena]

Model: Lynn McCrossin

Lynn Fae
Age: 34
Sex: Female
Orientation: Does not enjoy sex of any kind with any gender.
Physical Description: Tall, athletic, muscular, strong, well-toned, a few droplets of African blood
Personality:: Rebellious, strong-willed, impatient, quick-tempered, doer more than thinker
Biography: After beginning as a wrestler, Lynn became a second-zone star of the BDSM industry. She has acted in many shows and X-movies where she has been bound or chained in countless spectacular ways. One of her best successes was an escape artist show where she was seen to free herself from various restraints such as ropes, chains, handcuffs, straight-jackets, cages, boxes. As she entered her thirties, finding good contracts became harder and she began to accept more hardcore short-term roles to pay the bills.

She had met a younger artist, Jessica, which she had become (platonic) friend with. She mentored her, gave her advices and tips to succeed in the career. Unfortunately, that friend was not sincere. Once she had extracted all Lynn's information, she stole her her most interesting contracts.

Lynn, now reduced to play second roles in hardcore porn movies, got furious when she learned the extent of her false-friend's treason. One evening when she had drunk a little too much, she made a life-breaking move. She went to Jessica's apartment, stormed in and kidnapped her. She brought her to an abandoned factory and whipped the traitor's with such force and violence that the girl died soon after. Her screams had alerted neighbourhood though and soon policemen arrived. She killed one of them and badly wounded another in the operation.

She was condemned to 527 years of imprisonment. More violence in the prison, as well as countless attempts to escape, brought her among the worst kind of prisoners on earth.
Psychiatric Record:
Criminal Record: Violence, murder, multiple evasion attempts
Time Served: Fresh meat?
Skills: Wrestling, lock-picking, climbing walls, escaping.

Ons: Being humiliated, restrained, tortured, abused. Having to escape painful restraints or having to work/live/accomplish a task in them.
Offs: Sex with children or animals, being teased, being pleasured, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, tentacle sex, hermaphrodites.

[MarissaSeraphOfInsanity]

You're approved. The roleplay is already underway so post your character in Archive and feel free to post your intro when you're ready. If you're fresh meat you'll be coming off the boat to be processed so feel free to use the other "fresh meat" posts as a basis for yours when you're ready to post.