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Characters: Historical

Lord Marion Blackwood

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MARION BLACKWOOD

assistant Jessamine?? Dunwoody

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Elswen

Elswen: Timeline

(Not exactly in order, just important events)

Birth of all the girls (or whole cast for that matter)
Blair leaves/gets married
Aidan arrives in Elswen
Kendal gets married
Sasha opens Page Turner
Niece born
Sam and Blair deaths
Halloween & Zombies

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– Blair is Born
– Kendal is Born
– Sasha is Born
– Kendal meets Sam in Highschool.
– Blair runs away from home.
– A note from Blair saying she got married.
– Kendal Marries Sam in College.
– Sam Graduates and works for the Police. His partner is Dane.
– Kendal gets a job at the Chronicle.
– Sasha opens The Page Turner.
– Blair has a Daughter, but no one knows.
– Aidan moves in to town and joins the Morning Crew with Natalia.
– Sam Dies.
– Kendal tries to raise Sam from the death and summons a cemetery of zombies.
– Dane’s new partner is Lucas Davenport (Tali’s Brother)
– Girls receive news that Blair has died. Husband will not give Blair’s body or state where she’s buried.
– Kendal is promoted to Chronicle Editor.

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[size=4]GENEOLOGY[/size]

1844 – [color=HOTPINK][b]REBECCA[/b][/color]
Child
child
child
1920s – Shadow Laila & Sebastian
??? – GRANDMA MIA
??? – Parents
??? – Blair, Kendal, Sasha
??? – Blair’s Daughter
??? – Apocalypse Gen: Sasha’s Son + Cassie’s Daughter, Kendal’s 3 Daughters
??? – Post Apoc SciFi

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Writing

Welcome to Elswen

(The following is what was suppose to be a fun info page of what’s what on Elswen Island… it obviously never got finished and needs to be)

“Welcome to Triple L Estates’s guide to Elswen, an international city. Brought to you LIVE in the heart of downtown from Mandie’s Candies, the candy superstore. Also spondered by ELSWN Radio and Corner Street Shopping Center, where you’ll find everything in one parking lot. Now with two of our best sales agents Karen Paris and Mitch Christopherson.”

The two sales agents are standing side by side wearing tacky yellow jackets.

Karen: “Hello there potential buyers, and welcome to Elswen. Elswen Island is situated her in the north Puget Sound.”

Mitch: “That’s right. Infact the only way to get to Elswen is by sea or air. There are no roads or bridges that connect us with the mainland.”

Karen: “That doesn’t mean however Elswen, the city or island, is isolated or backwards. We are one of the most technologoly advanced areas in the region.”

Mitch: “One great example is St. Micheal’s Hospital. St. Mikes & St. Mike’s Childerns Clinic has some of the most gifted staff from around the world and the latest in medical equimpment.”

The video takes a quick look around the hospital with lots of children and babies in the picture with lullaby music in the background.

The video comes back to the two agents. Karen is holding a paper called ‘The Chronicle Newspaper’ which shows a woman wearing two bikini tops to cover her four breast. Mitch is reading a more innocent paper, ‘The Puget Times’. Karen blushes and puts paper behind her back then nudges Mitch.

Mitch: “Hmmm NSTV is showing that new series… oh we’re back?” Puts paper behind him.

Karen: “For those unfortunates where there conditions are mental and not physical, there’s Haverghast Insane Asylum.”

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Elswen

Aidan and Sasha: The Unruined Date

FINISHED. Aidan and Sasha have a date that doesn’t get ruined by lunacy!

(8:44:39 PM) Ocha: It was a week after New Years and Elswen was starting to finally look like it normally did. The holiday lights were being taken down in a dozen shops and the rains had returned. Sasha was trying to read a National Geographic article about an archiology dig in South America, but her mind kept on wandering back to New Years. She had been quite bold, but it seemed to have been the right thing to do.

(8:48:48 PM) Diana: Almost like clockwork, Aidan was seen walking towards the shop. Yet, this time instead of walking in, he passed right through the windows and door without entering. That was odd!
(8:50:38 PM) Ocha: Sasha found that more then a bit odd. Setting down her magazin after a moment of puzzlement, she went around the counter and opened the shop door to look down the street. Was he sick?
(8:55:13 PM) Diana: There was not an Aidan to be seen outside. However, there was a small cough in the shop behind her. There was Aidan standing with a bouquet of tiger lilies and grinning. “I snuck around back.”

(8:58:26 PM) Ocha: “Oh,” Sasha said as she smiled back at him. She walked over and glanced at the flowers and then at him. “You surprised me,” she finally said as she looked up at him. Sasha might not like surprises, but surprises like this were nice!
(9:10:28 PM) Diana: Aidan handed her the flowers, rubbing the back of his head. “After New Years went a little wild, I figured another try would do us good. Try, try again, they always say?” For Aidan, he’d be happy to try again for a lifetime!

(9:14:08 PM) Ocha: Smelling the flowers gave Sasha a way to hide the blush that was tinting her cheeks. She was glad Aidan was so good natured about the weirdness that happened, and in all honesty, even if it wasn’t her fault, well, her life never was normal, even by her family’s standards. “What did you have in mind?”

(10:15:25 PM) Diana: “I was thinking a walk through to park, street stand food and sitting down for the Movies in the Park event tonight?” In the summer time Movies in the Park was a popular event. People would grab picnic baskets and blankets to stretch out on the grass. But in the winter, almost no one showed up. They had a screen set up in a pavillion and it was ideally quiet. Aidan figured they could use some quiet.
(10:22:24 PM) Ocha: Sasha moved the flowers away from her face. “That sounds nice.” Also it sounded a bit chilly, but Sasha was sure that wouldn’t be too much trouble. “I’m going to put these in water.”

(10:23:45 PM) Diana: Aidan just smiled. Where normally it would be a very relaxed sort of expression, this time he looked similar to the Cheshire cat with a secret. His hands clasped behind his back and he rocked on his heels as he waited patiently.
(10:27:08 PM) Ocha: Pausing briefly to insure that her part time help didn’t need anything for the rest of the day, Sasha returned after finding a vase for the flowers. “They are beautiful flowers, thank you.”

(10:37:15 PM) Diana: Aidan offered his arm for her. “I figure you needed something green to cheer up the place with your employees being so… uncheerful.” Sasha’s current part timer was a goth girl who only sighed with great anguish. Aidan thought she was a nice enough girl, but never saw the sense or enjoyment of being a tormented soul.
(10:42:11 PM) Ocha: Sasha smirked. “Any bit of cheer is always welcomed.” Sasha took his arm. She glanced up at Aidan. “The show went well today,” giving more a hint then normal about how much she listened to the radio.

(10:48:10 PM) Diana: “Generally when Tali isn’t auctioning me off in some weird promotional event, it’s a good day.” He grinned, leading her out of the store and waiting long enough for her to lock up. Then it was leisurly strolling down the sidewalk towards the park. He was in no rush! “I enjoy the story about the hippo sighting, though. That had me laughing for a good hour.” Even now he was surpressing another chuckle about the man’s hippo harrows.

(10:51:07 PM) Ocha: “Though you would think if there was a hippo it would have been at the lake.” As they walked Sasha smiled up at the sky. They seemed to have gotten a lucky break in the weather. In fact the sky didn’t look as dark as it had earlier in the day.

(11:04:13 PM) Diana: “I don’t hippos have ever cared about following what us humans think makes more sense.” He shrugged with a laugh. The park was coming in to view. Very few people were out in the chilly air, but with the sun shining it didn’t feel near as cold as usual.
(11:14:47 PM) Ocha: “I suppose that as long as the hippo is happy it cares nothing at all for us.”. Though the trees were all but naked there was a beauty in the park. “It is still too early for the spring bulbs I suppose.”
(9:26:36 PM) Diana: “Aye, but we’re not here to see the flowers today.” Aidan was grinning again. In fact, he never stopped grinning. Having a congenial expression was a normal thing for him, but today it was just plain cheeky. Finally somewhere in the middle of the park he stopped and turned to Sasha. His expression looking very serious. “Before we go anywhere else, I need you to close your eyes.”
(9:31:27 PM) Ocha: Sasha, confident and self assured most the time had a mixture of emotions letting Aidan have free reign of planning their date. None of those feelings were bad, but it was different. She even surprised herself by closing her eyes before even expressing her curiosity. “Okay?” she asked while smiling and trying not to fidget.
(9:37:57 PM) Diana: Once her eyes were closed, Aidan took her hands and started leading her forward. Ever so often he’d give instructions to step over or around something. Guide her through a tricky spot, or simply have her pause for a second. Finally they stopped and he let go of her hands. “Keep them closed just a little bit longer.” There were sounds of him bustling around. The ksssh of a lighter, clink of glass. He cleared his throat. “Okay, open.” Aidan was standing in the center of a park gazeebo with hsi hands in his pockets. On one side was a setup of pillows and blankets next to a small coffee table with a light lunch picnic. On the other side was a projection screen where the opening credits were starting to roll for some old black and white musical.
(9:38:51 PM) Ocha: (it died!)
(9:39:20 PM) Diana: Once her eyes were closed, Aidan took her hands and started leading her forward. Ever so often he’d give instructions to step over or around something. Guide her through a tricky spot, or simply have her pause for a second. Finally they stopped and he let go of her hands. “Keep them closed just a little bit longer.” There were sounds of him bustling around. The ksssh of a lighter, clink of glass. He cleared his throat. “Okay, open.” Aidan was standing in the center of a park gazeebo with hsi hands in his pockets. On one side was a setup of pillows and blankets next to a small coffee table with a light lunch picnic. On the other side was a projection screen where the opening credits were starting to roll for some old black and white musical.
(9:40:23 PM) Ocha: (one more time then I’m dl AIM)
(9:40:53 PM) Diana: Once her eyes were closed, Aidan took her hands and started leading her forward. Ever so often he’d give instructions to step over or around something. Guide her through a tricky spot, or simply have her pause for a second. Finally they stopped and he let go of her hands. “Keep them closed just a little bit longer.” There were sounds of him bustling around. The ksssh of a lighter, clink of glass.
(9:40:59 PM) Diana: He cleared his throat. “Okay, open.” Aidan was standing in the center of a park gazeebo with hsi hands in his pockets. On one side was a setup of pillows and blankets next to a small coffee table with a light lunch picnic. On the other side was a projection screen where the opening credits were starting to roll for some old black and white musical.
(9:46:34 PM) Ocha: While she was of course tempted to open her eyes, not ones did she give it any serious consideration. It was only her curiosity after all. While a little odd, having Aidan guide her with her eyes closed wasn’t as awkward as she would have thought. When a man takes care of you as a 7 year old for a day and sleepwalking in an interdimential castle though, you learn to trust him. So when Sasha opened her eyes, despite everything around her the first thing she looked for was Aidan. Her delight obvious even before she started looking around. “when did you…?”
(9:53:09 PM) Diana: “We’ll just say I call in a favor or two.” He pulled his hands out of his pockets to beckon her up the steps, taking one of her hands to help her sit down on the small pallet of pillows. “Today for your dining experience, we have sandwiches, fruit, and…” he eyed a container filled with oddly shaped cookies. “Suspicious looking cookies, but we’ll tell my neighbor they were delicious.” Aidan gestured behind him at the screen. “I thought a movie in the park was a nice change of pace. What do you think?”
(9:56:20 PM) Ocha: “I think it’s wonderful,” Sasha told him still smiling. This was already more than she expected, and not even a cellphone had gone off yet. While anything could happen she did quickly dig for her phone and promptly shut it off. “This is very comfortable might I add.” Sasha patted one of the pillows.
(10:03:49 PM) Diana: “Stuffed with Elswen’s finest fluff.” Aidan plopped down next to Sasha in that awkward way long legged people tended to do. While the movie was starting up, he opened a thermas and poured a cup of hot cocoa to hand to her. “Mayan Chocolate. You could say I battled a rabi amazonian Tali to get it.”
(10:07:17 PM) Ocha: Sasha took a moment to smell the spiced chocolate goodness. “Very adventurous,” she said with teasing admiration. After taking a sip he handed it back to him. “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you.” Sasha was not just happy she was also relaxed too.
(10:11:34 PM) Diana: Aidan gave a sheepish shrug, but for the moment he was content with his surprise. With all of the times he had tried taking her out so she coulda have a nice day, today was the first time he felt confident that it was going to be a good one. He wasn’t really sure how. He just thought today would be a lucky one. “It’s no German Castle, but I got a smile. What more could a guy ask for?”
(10:18:17 PM) Ocha: “I don’t know,” Sasha felt like she could smile all day for him if that was what he wanted. “I think this is a lot better than Germany. Even with selective memories of it.” Which was something she’d been doing lately, thinking about all those little moments before something happened. The benefit dinner had been close, but this was, well exactly what she wanted, a real date with Aidan. Not just lunch, not any social obligation, a real…. date!
(10:24:09 PM) Diana: He leaned to the side, close as if he were about to reveal a big secret. “Have to say, if you keep smiling like that I’m going to be too daft to remember anything else.” Aidan grinned with a soft laugh. There was something about Sasha when she smiled, he just never could seem to put words to it!
(10:30:21 PM) Ocha: “I’m not sure if you’re trying to discourage me or the opposite,” she teased. Sasha decided then and there that old movies needed to be watched more often. Not that it had much to do with the movies themselves. “Have you had some yet?” Sasha held an apple slices before him.
(10:38:12 PM) Diana: “Can’t help myself. Something about pretty girls gets me bashful.” Aidan probably never was described as bashful. But then, no one ever saw Aidan going out or flirting with other ladies either. He plucked out one of the apple pieces, taking a thoughtful bite. His head gestured towards the movie screen. “I like the music in these old movies. Having theme songs for special moments always sounded like a really cool idea.”
(10:42:56 PM) Ocha: “There is something nice about theme songs.” Sasha looked over at the screen nibbling the piece of apple. “These movies always seem so hopeful. Like at the end if the day everything will be okay.” Sasha glanced back at Aidan, a twinkle in her eyes. “Or am I a sap for always wanting to see the happily ever after?”
(10:51:20 PM) Diana: “I like to think everybody gets a happy ever after. We’re just living the adventure before the ending.” He reached out, brushing her hair behind her ears and pulling away a small yellow leaf that had drifted it’s way on to her shoulder from outside. “My favorite part about them is probably the adventures. How everyday is something new and interesting, even the mundane daily tasks.”
(10:58:42 PM) Ocha: “Nothing is ever quite the same the second time around,” Sasha admitted, glancing at the leaf in his hand then back up to his eyes. She had a moment to wonder how fortunate she was. “I’d rather cherish each moment. Your adventurous and mundane ones. But as you said they can be both.”
(11:03:26 PM) Diana: His grin softened to a faint smile. The woman had no idea how much he cherished all the moments he managed to share with her. Without second guessing he leaned forward again, this time brushing a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth, and mumbling his thoughts outloud. “Every moment with you is a cherished one.” When he tilted back again, he almost looked embarassed.
(11:12:01 PM) Ocha: The delight Sasha felt danced in her stomach like a troop of butterflies. Nervous and glee in a mad dance. She had her eyes half closed as she found his hand, placing hers atop it. “I, um, I wouldn’t want that to change,” Sasha mentally kicked herself, why hadn’t she said she felt the same.
(11:19:01 PM) Diana: Where most guys might be discouraged or disappointed, Aidan simply laughed. He knew Sasha well enough now to know what she meant to say, or not say! So when he cupped her cheek to tilt her face towards his and pressed his mouth against hers, he was certain he wasn’t about to get the daylights swatted out of him.
(11:26:30 PM) Ocha: Sasha was a bit surprised, though not alarmed when Aidan laughed. It had been clumsy on her part, but it seemed he was giving her the chance to make up for it the next moment. Closing her eyes completely, Sasha wrapped her arms around Aidan, savoring this moment like none other.
(11:46:13 PM) Diana: He kissed her soft, not finding himself in any sort of rush to ravish or to break away. One arm slipped around her while a thumb brushed gently over her cheek. Years of knowing Sasha, getting an opportunity like this didn’t happen often, so Aidan savored it!
(11:57:23 PM) Ocha: Sasha was the one to pull back, or rather seemed to push away slightly so that she could look at him. She didn’t find any need to let go after all. “That was nice,” she finally said softly. There might have been other kisses, but this had all the feeling of a first. Each moment with Aidan was special, she might never find the way to say it, but maybe, just maybe, he already knew.
(12:04:39 AM) Diana: “I’d say something witty and poetic, but you’ve got a way of making me speachless.” he said with a lopsided grin. Aidan didn’t move away, but rather shifted so he could lean back against some of the pillows with his arm still wrapped around Sasha. Sitting like this was more than just comfortable, it was natural! Like they did it everyday!
(12:12:55 AM) Ocha: “I’m surprised you let me anywhere near your work then.” Though his words pleased her to no end. It was nice being there with him, alone. With little thought in her mind she traced his jaw line to his chin with her finger. Barely even noticing the cold breeze from outside.
(4:25:10 PM) Diana: “Work is usually done by the time you show up.” He grinned. There was that hint of stubble at his jaw, enough that now his own fingers rubbed against as chin as he realized he didn’t think to shave this morning. With the chill of the wind, her drew his arm more snug around her and tugged over one of the blankets to drap loose over their legs.
(4:31:16 PM) Ocha: “I suppose that’s true,” she admitted. Sasha had more and more found herself waiting at Aidan’s desk after the show, sometimes there wasn’t even anything dramatic going on. “I wonder though if having me show up hasn’t been inconient.” Fortunately the witch was grinning while she said this, it wasn’t likely she was going to stop showing up spontaneously when the need or desire was there, and the line between want and need blurred more and more.
(4:38:39 PM) Diana: Aidan tried to think of a moment Sasha had been inconvenient. He really thought! Not a single moment seemed to come to mind, and the sheepish grin on his face mirrored his thought. Sasha was always a welcomed surprise. “I’ll tell you what, if it ever becomes a problem you’ll be the first to know. But if you’re packing coffee, I think I can forgive you.”
(4:42:17 PM) Ocha: “I will have to keep that in mind, though as long as they keep serving that horrible mud on your floor I doubt it will be difficult.” Sasha glanced at the movie, and had no idea what had been going on in the plot.
(4:46:31 PM) Diana: Aidan didn’t seem to have his attention on the movie either. Rather, he had taken one of her hands to link her fingers with his. For a woman who could do such extraordinary things, they looked and even felt more delicate than one would imagine. His mouth turned up in to a smirk. “I figure it’s in the contract somewhere that they have to serve us bad coffee. Keeps us in line.”
(4:50:43 PM) Ocha: “Doesn’t seem to work so well,” she muttered, her attention once more drawn away from not only the movie but just about everything else besides Aidan. “So, I have a confession to make,” Sasha glanced down at their hands, and when she turned back up to look at Aidan, she looked embarrassed. Perhaps moreso then when she’d awken from her seven year old nap.
(4:56:58 PM) Diana: He released her hand only to lift her chin up with a finger. His eyebrow raised inquisively, but he didn’t say a word as he waited for her confession.
(5:00:12 PM) Ocha: “So I’ve been getting up early every weekday morning since you first go on the morning show.” Before they met, before he was even friends with Sam and Dane. “Every morning..,” Sasha even more than once confessed she hated mornings and prefered to sleep in.
(5:15:38 PM) Diana: Aidan grinned. He didn’t realize she listened -every- morning, though he was sure she listened often. He didn’t need to confess how often he dropped by just for the chance to see her. Since the day he met her, he had found one excuse after another to walk by her store, ask her to join him for lunch, or just find reasons to visit her home. “I’ve got a confession too.” He said gravely. “I play your favorite songs on purpose.”
(5:56:22 PM) Ocha: Sasha actually was surprised by that, though perhaps she shouldn’t have been. “Sneaky,” her grin more of a smirk and she seemed less self conscious once more. A little mischief, for the sake of good was after all appreated. “I wouldn’t tell anyone else that though if I were you.”
(6:00:23 PM) Diana: “Aye… Many upset fans would be demanding their songs and probably my blood to boot.” Aidan laughed softly. It was hard enough when some of the female fans caught wind that he had another woman on his mind! It made Natalia’s promotional stunts awkward on several occasions.
(6:05:28 PM) Ocha: Not to mention Sasha was never keen on the more fan driven stunts Tali attempted, especially of late. Sasha didn’t actually mind most the fans, but some of them, well she tried not to wish them to disappear after the last incident. “That wouldn’t be good for anyone. A few of them already think
(6:06:06 PM) Ocha: A few of them already think if they’re showy enough they’ll um… Win you over.”
(6:50:29 PM) Diana: Before long the movie was rolling it’s ending credits, lunch was nothing but a few crumbs. Aidan’s arm was resting comfortably around Sasha, ever so often twirling a strand of her hair around a finger.
(6:55:24 PM) Ocha: If Sasha was a cat she’d be purring by now. There seemed so few chances to just relax with Aidan, and this was well beyond what she imagined a proper date would look like with him. “You’ve spoiled me you know.” She smiled at him.
(7:09:14 PM) Diana: “I don’t think that’s so bad.” Aidan grinned, not moving an inch. Finally he leaned and brushed a kiss against her temple. To spoil Sasha everyday was exactly what Aidan intended to do. One day he might even make it his official duty.
(7:16:14 PM) Ocha: Sasha giggled. It wasn’t something she had been inclined to do for the last several years, but Aidan had been able to encourage them out of the witch more and more. “I’m sure somehow that’s wrong, but I don’t really mind.” Leaning up she kissed him back. “If this is the trend for the New Year, I won’t mind.” And be glad someone actually heard her New Years wish.
(7:24:00 PM) Diana: Aidan tilted his head to the side as a thought came to him. “What if we make it the official New Years trend? You me, and one hell of a good day?” Why not? One quiet, perfect day out of the year would be a piece of cake.
(7:33:29 PM) Ocha: Sasha opened her mouth to say something then closed it and looked thoughtful. Finally a sweet little smile formed. “One quietly perfect day with you sounds more than fair.” Because while quiet might be in short supply, Sasha figured perfect with Aidan might be possible, and besides…, “You know how I like observing traditions.”
(7:50:52 PM) Diana: “It’s a deal then. This day every January. Come hell or highwater!” Such a promise wasn’t made lightly or in just. Aidan was certain that one day they’d experience hell or highwaters, and any number of other adventures. It made life interesting. Clearing his throat, he shifted to stand and held out his hand for her. “It’s starting to get chilly out, so I better get you home.”
(7:52:40 PM) Ocha has signed on.
(7:54:17 PM) Ocha: While there was no lightning to punctuate Aidan’s declaration, Sasha felt the weight of the promise none the less. It was all in all a good thing. “Yes, your right.” Though it was almost a shame as Sasha took his hand to stand.
(8:14:34 PM) Diana: Aidan folded up the blanket and dropped it on top of the basket. The rest of the place he’d worry about cleaning up later. He offered his arm to Sasha and when she took it, he was leading the way down the steps and for the park path. On his face was quite possibly the largest grin he had ever given.
(8:26:25 PM) Ocha: The lamps in the park were lighting up as the early winter night defended upon them. Sasha might have been a bit chilled now that they were getting tugged at gently by the wind, but she wouldn’t quicken her pace back to her shop for anything.
(8:44:28 PM) Diana: Without saying a word, Aidan slipped off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders. Then he was pointing upwards at the sky where the brightest stars were just barely peeking through the blue of the sky. “What do ya think, one more wish?”
(8:48:24 PM) Ocha: The jacket even smelled like him. “Hm, starlight, starbright first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight.” There was of course a fine line between wishing rhymes and incantations. A line Sasha never quite investigated. Had she any curiosity she could likely have asked Kendal or even their father, but there was something magical beyond magic that was a wish, and Sasha wanted to keep it that way for them.
(8:54:35 PM) Diana: They reached Sasha’s store all too soon for Aidan. As they stopped in front of the doors, he turned to face her. A faint grin on his face. She said the rhyme so seriously, and Aidan might have done the same. But he already knew what he wished for, and it didn’t take a star to grant it. Leaning forward he brushed a soft kiss over her lips. One that turned deeper with each passing second. When he broke away, there was that grin again. “I love you, Sasha.”

(12:57:49 AM) Ocha: Aidan left her a bit breathless and the kiss didn’t help either. Sasha smiled at the DJ with just a bit if impishness to it. “I hope so,” she told him. She the placed a hand on his cheek. “I love you too.”
(1:01:34 AM) Diana: If men could fly without wings, this is what it felt like. If he smiled any wider his face might crack. Giving Sasha another quick kiss, this time he was reluctant to let go. His arms sliding around her and pulling her close as he moved his mouth against hers. Never taking more than she offered, and giving her all of the love he had wanted to share for far too long.
(1:08:54 AM) Ocha: All her hesitation, all her doubt, had melted away by this point. Sasha had no other thought right now then how happy she was to be in this man’s arms. She would have surprised the Sasha of old, who never gave Aidan more than an inch at a time. She did surprise herself with the tears that fell from her eyes as she finally gave herself completely.
(1:18:42 AM) Diana: When Aidan pulled away he rest his forehead against hers. A hand reaching up to brush a thumb against her cheek and wipe a tear away. He gave a soft amused chuckle. “Don’t go doin’ that now. You might get me tearin’ up too…”
(1:26:13 AM) Ocha: The snicker was perhaps self defecating, “It could be worse.” Sasha closed her eyes and placed a hand over the one he had by her face. After a moment she opened her eyes again, still smiling though not with as much giddiness. The smile was adoring though. “You have an early day tomorrow.”
(1:27:33 AM) Diana: He nodded, not pleased about it, but it was the truth. With a sigh he stepped back. Giving her that same careless smile he’d been giving her the past few years. “Catch you tomorrow.”
(1:32:24 AM) Ocha: Sasha nodded as she took a step backwards and placed a hand on the shop door. “Aidan, I…” she looked at him hoping that he’d understand how much this day meant to her, being able to be with him. Sasha doubted she’d have the right words for how she felt.
(1:33:43 AM) Diana: “You don’t have to say it.” He grinned, waving a hand as he backed down the sidewalk. She already told him she loved him. It was the best day of his life. She didn’t have to say anything more.
(1:36:54 AM) Ocha: Sasha grinned to herself as she opened the shop door and walked inside. Once inside and alone, as alone as one could be in a haunted building she spun in a circle and hugged herself. Today had been wonderful, great and if it wasn’t perfect she didn’t want to be told.

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Boulevard of Broken Shadows

001 Meeting the Shadow

(9:20:43 PM) Midnight Lady: “Thank you again Mr. Fox,” his still upset client said after passing over the check and standing up. “You did a good job. If we need your services again…” With a last nod the man went out of the detectives offices and into the autumn night.
(9:22:55 PM) Sebastian: Sebastian Fox ran his hands over his face before he leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh. One case down, one to go. Who knew this tiny, secluded little island would be filled with so much riff raff. Kicking off from his chair, it rolled to a corner where he poured himself a drink. Good old bourbon.
(9:25:32 PM) Midnight Lady: “Um, excuse me sir,” a hesitant sounding voice said softly behind him. Peculiarly he did not hear his door open, nor the sound of foot steps upon the wooden floor before the voice spoke.
(9:27:00 PM) Sebastian: He turned, wondering who had the soft step, but found no one to be there. A few glances this way and that, Sebastian shrugged. Tossing it up to a late night and a lack of liquor.
(9:29:08 PM) Midnight Lady: “You’re Sebastian Fox, the detective. Correct?” A flicker in the lights, perhaps even from outside, but it looked as though a shadow moved from the corner of his office.
(9:33:20 PM) Sebastian: “That’d be me.” Not a soul. He must have been living in this town for far too long. Instead of being baffled by a voice that didn’t have a source – he made sure the radio was flipped off – Sebastian was more vexxed about it talking after hours. Warily looking around still, he poured his bourbon and took a sip. “We’re closed, lady.” It was definitely a lady, that much her surmised.
(9:36:34 PM) Midnight Lady: “Time, oh, I don’t know,” there was a long pause and defiantly this time the shadow in the corner moved, coming closer to the desk. There was a vague human form, head and shoulders, and it reached the ground. That was it though. “I’m not sure when I got here, or how.”
(9:39:08 PM) Sebastian: Sebastian went ahead and drank down the entire glass of bourbon in one swallow before setting it down hard on his desk. He was gonna need it. Eyeing the shadow, more to make sure it was actually there, he leaned back in his chair. “Aw’right. We’ll start with the basics… You got here two minutes ago. Have a name?”
(9:42:05 PM) Midnight Lady: There was another silence. The shadow even seemed to shift, possibly shrink slightly. Before Sebastian could start getting frustrated she spoke up. “I’m sure I have one, but for now I haven’t one to give you.”
(9:45:15 PM) Sebastian: A clear look of annoyance was on his face as he ran his hand through his hair. “Lady, you’re telling me you just showed up here out of the blue and don’t have a clue who you are and where you came from? …Do you even know that you’re… uh.” He gestured a hand at the shadow. Not even sure if the shadow could see anything.
(9:48:56 PM) Midnight Lady: “What I am?” There was a mocking ting to her voice, but it was inwardly directed. “No detective, I don’t know what I am. I am afraid all I am sure of at the moment is that I need help, and you,” there might have been a sigh had the thing before him breathed. “You have a good reputation. And no, I don’t know how I know that either.”
(9:53:25 PM) Sebastian: “Nice to know I’m unforgetable.” Sebastian retorted with hint of humor and a smirk. It was short lived though. Here was this shadow, needing… something. And he didn’t have a damn clue where to start. Or if he’d even be payed. A man has bills to think of. “Don’t know what I can do about it without somewhere to start…” he confessed after a moment. “I’m not -that- good.”
(9:57:23 PM) Midnight Lady: The shadow shifted a bit, still a bit undefined in shape, but the nodding of the head was unmistakable. “That’s understandable. Thank you for not just out right saying no.” There was relief in the voice, and it was clear that there had been tension in the voice up until now.
(10:02:58 PM) Sebastian: He just accepted a job from a shadow, and he didn’t even know what the job was yet. Ah well, there was bound to be worse jobs in this town. “Sleep on it. …if you sleep. I’ll think of something in the mornin’.”
(10:07:21 PM) Midnight Lady: “I suppose we will find out if I sleep.” The shadowed moved over to the window. Was she looking out into the night street of the small island city? “Elswen?” Without facial features or even easy to recognize body movement it was difficult with just the voice alone to determine if she was curious, hopeful or confused by what she saw outside.
(10:09:08 PM) Sebastian: “You know something’ at least.” Sebastian was curious, but he was also tired. He leaned forward on his desk, sliding over some of his paperwork and the pictures from his current case. A couple gazes at the shadow, he shook his head. Naw… not the same girl. There was a height difference.
(10:11:24 PM) Midnight Lady: Silently, because whatever else she was she was a shadow, the mysterious female went over beside his chair. “Not for the man that just left here, right?”
(10:12:48 PM) Sebastian: “Nope. Just finished up his case.” Sebastian slid the papers to the side, never liking the idea of a snoop looking in on his casework, shadow or not. “Nothing to be concerning you, ‘less you suddenly remembered something useful.”
(10:16:50 PM) Midnight Lady: “No, I’m afraid at the moment I’m very much a blank canvas.” There was more she wanted to say, but it wasn’t anything that would help the detective figure out who she was. All it was was emotions, the anxiety, the frustration, the curiosity, and beyond all of that the fear. A fear she felt could swallow her up like a large shadow that she wouldn’t find herself out of again.
(10:23:45 PM) Sebastian: Sebastian stuffed his paperwork in to a folder and stashed it away in to his desk. He’d still cast a wary glance her way ever so often, but for the most part he stepped around the shadow as he put things away and snatched up his coat. “You’re not gonna be lurkin’ around here all the time are ya? Not gonna be easy workin’ with a shadow on my back.”
(10:27:34 PM) Midnight Lady: “Would you rather not know I was lurking?” After all she couldn’t just go home. She didn’t know where home was. Hell she wasn’t even sure where she had been before she came into this office. “Of course, who’s to say I’ll even be around in the morning.” That frightened her to the core. What if she became nothing after this. No! She wasn’t going to just disappear.
(10:29:46 PM) Sebastian: He hesitated. If only because it was all too easy to imagine what it’d be like to be so disconnected that you felt nonexistant. It gave him the heebie-jeebies. “Aw’right… I can get that. Just… stay out of my case files.”
(10:33:04 PM) Midnight Lady: “That’s fine,” while she was mildly curious, it wasn’t polite to snoop for snooping sake. “I suppose this is a bit odd for you.”
(10:34:02 PM) Sebastian: “It’s not every day some midnight lady walks in to my office askin’ for a favor, that’s for damn sure.”
(10:38:13 PM) Midnight Lady: “I know I can’t promise you payment, but I will do what I can to pay you back by whatever means I have, just as soon as we know what those are,” the last of her words trailing off to but a whisper as she followed the detective out of his office. It was very hard not to be depressed right now. She knew nothing, even the detective seemed unsure how he could help. The shadow tried to not focus too much inwardly. Instead she tried to study the surroundings.
(10:41:37 PM) Sebastian: “Don’t go getting all emotional. Last thing I need is some teary-eyed dame making my nights awkward.” It was walking down the sidewalk after locking up his office that he realized she shadow was still tagging along. He swallowed a groan.
(10:44:21 PM) Midnight Lady: “Of course,” she said softly, reasserting her opinion that she needed to try to keep her feelings to herself, which she had a hunch wasn’t something she liked doing around those she trusted. So she trusted the detective? That remained to be seen.
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Belladonna Leonte

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Character Name: Belladonna Leonte

Gender: Female

Job/Role: “Dancer”

Age: 22

General Appearance: Dangerously thin, with a sharp and lithe form. She favors the popular flapper fashions, dramatic stage makeup and lots of jazzy accessories. Black hair, dark blue eyes, very pale skin and often looks like she has had very little sleep or too much to drink.
Current Goal/Purpose: Get out of the Crazy House by any means necessary.

General Personality: Rough and tumble, with a fiery tempted and a loose tongue. Belladonna doesn’t like to be trifled with and is all spitfire and hell when she gets in to s scrape.

General History: A wild child and a loose cannon. Belladonna has been a struggle for her family to control. She ran away from home when she was 16, finding herself tangled up with bad boyfriends, and even badder people. When she landed on Elswen, she wound up being a dancer in an underground “club” ran by local mobsters who were illegally serving up booze, drugs and women. Life has been going downhill considerably.

When Belladonna gets a letter saying her family knows where she is and that someone is coming to fetch her, she finally decides it’s time for her to go back home. But then… she winds up in the Asylum! Belladonna knows too much about the local mob to be let loose. Now she is locked up in the crazy house like all the other loons and she is trying her damnedest to get out.

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Candace Bernard

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GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS

Character Name: Candace Bernard

Gender: Female

Species/Race: Human

Age: Mid-Late 30s

Birthplace/World:

Occupation/School/Grade: Owner of Tenacious Dress Shop

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

General Appearance: Black hair, light blue eyes.

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS

Current Goal/Purpose:

Talents:

Inabilities:

Fears:

General Personality:

Inner Personality:

Secret: She might very well be responsible for someone’s murder. The details are sketchy at best.

HISTORIC BACKGROUND

General History: Dropped out of college and married young. Divorced a couple years later. Went BACK to College to get a degree in business and fashion design. Opened up her shop a couple years ago and has been running a successful business ever since!

Present Life:

Special Historic Notes:

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Characters: Historical

Sebastian Charles Fox

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Character Name: Sebastian Charles Fox
Gender: Male
Job/Role: Private Detective
Age: 35
General Appearance: Black hair peppered with grey, dark brown eyes. 6′
Strengths: Can get rough and tumble in a fight.
Weaknesses: Bad arthritis in his joints.
Current Goal/Purpose: Find a Missing Person and… get rid of his damn Shadow.
Talents: Spotting the details. Thinking outside of the box.
Inabilities: Socializing
Fears: Clowns
General Personality: Gruff, moody, unhappy and generally miserable. Sebastian doesn’t hold any enjoyment on life and has a rather dark and jaded view about the world. He doesn’t want to be an asshole to people, but sometimes his comments come across the wrong way. Sebastian has a lot of issues, most all tied up in what happened with his ex wife. He doesn’t want to get to close to people, as he’s afraid they’re either gonna screw him or end up dead. Whichever happens first. He focuses on his job and waits for that day death comes to claim him.
General History: Once upon a time he was a man with a wife and a job he found interesting. Taking simple, small cases. Those run-of-the-mill sort of things like stolen items and cheating spouses. ‘Course then one day while working on a case he discovered HIS spouse cheating. And stealing. And trying to kill him. There was a nasty divorce and a few weeks later the woman wound up dead… Sebastian never really was the same after that. Life just started to lose all it’s shimmer and shine. He’s kept his focus on his work, and his work has gotten real weird ever since he moved to Elswen Island…

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Ryan Nemichk

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GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS

Character Name: Ryan Nemichk
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Birthplace: Idaho
Occupation: Freelance Pilot

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

General Appearance: Ryan is a little vain and he loves the ladies, so he makes sure to look as good as he can. He’s got longer dark brown hair with a shaggy cut, because girls like flowing hair. Dark blue eyes. Whether he’s working or “playing” he’s always wearing comfy casual clothes. Khakis with extra pockets, shirts with buttons and extra pockets. Vests with extra pockets. …He likes clothes with pockets. His body is pretty fit, but lean. Stands about 6′.
Strengths: With some Air Force training, and that desire to look hot for girls, Ryan keeps his body in decent shape. He’s got a fair amount of endurance, can hold his own in any fist fight, and can run pretty fast.
Weaknesses: Horrible tolerance for alcohol. Not a big fan of seeing gore or “gruesome” things. It’ll make him queasy.

MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS

Current Goal/Purpose: Money, adventure… That sounds like a great idea! Maybe he should meet a woman and settle down. Naah… To beat the local record for the most beer downed in one night!
Talents: Flying. Shooting. Looking dumb and cute.
Inabilities: Singing. Cooking. Dancing. Even though he says he can do it.
Fears: Boogiemen. Forceful ladies. Clingy people. Really big creatures with giant teeth. The Undead. Small things that can crawl in to your clothes.
General Personality: A goofy shameless flirt that only thinks about flying planes, hitting on girls and money! Ryan likes living life, going on adventures and doing his own thing. Everyone thinks he’s a complete idiot, but brilliant pilot and he doesn’t bother to correct anyone’s assumptions. He enjoys getting to know people, socializing, and chaos.
Inner Personality:
Secret:
More:

HISTORIC BACKGROUND

General History:

Present Life:

Special Historic Notes:

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Characters: Modern Realistic

Paris May Taylor

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GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS

Character Name: Paris May Taylor
Gender: Female
Species/Race: Human
Age: 19
Birthplace/World: Elswen
Occupation/School/Grade: College Student
Theme Songs: Pendulum – Witchcraft, AFI – Love Like Winter

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

General Appearance: Straight blonde hair, no bangs, light blue eyes. 5’6″. Paris looks like she hasn’t slept in weeks, with dark circles under her eyes. She often has that appearance of someone who has been crying, or taking too many pills/drinks. She’s VERY thin and her clothes don’t quite fall right on her frame. Normally she’s wearing a pair of pants, tshirt and hoodie jacket with a pair of sneakers. On both arms she has several slash mark scars.
Strengths: ….not likely.
Weaknesses: Lack of sleep and prescription med abuse has made her body a wreck. A lot of the times she has the shakes, severe cold chills, etc.

MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS

Current Goal/Purpose: Try to not feel crazy.
Talents: …Glaring?
Inabilities: Functioning around groups of people.
Fears: Paris’ biggest fear is that her nightmares are going to come true, and that she is going to be stuck feeling like a psycho forever.
General Personality: A cold emotionless robot, that occasionally snaps and goes super freaking nuts. People that once knew Paris aren’t used to their formerly nice, down to earth friend, being so aggressive. You can’t talk to her anymore without her snapping at you. Paris makes it clear that she doesn’t want anyone around her.
Inner Personality: She’s scared. Of everyone around her and of herself. Paris has never been able to get over what happened, and it’s driving her insane. She sincerely believes she is being haunted. That the things she sees are real. So she can no longer tell the difference between reality and her nightmares. What she wants is to feel normal and safe again, but she doesn’t believe it’s an option anymore. Because she’s so afraid that she’ll hurt someone again, Paris tries to make sure she scares people off so they’ll stay away from her.
Secret: She’s hiding a gun that she acquired illegally. Sometimes she entertains the thought of killing some of the people involved in “that day” along with herself, because her crazy-thoughts keep trying to tell her that it’s the only way to make it all stop. Paris is hovering on the edge of a serious mental breakdown.

HISTORIC BACKGROUND

General History:
Paris grew up with one of those stereotypical “rich families”. Life was fair and normal. Her parents were always off doing their own thing, while she was raised mostly by staff and entertaining herself. Her school life consisted of going to public schools and making excellent grades. She’s never been one to stick to one subject, though. Always trying different things and never quite finding what interested her. Once she graduated from high school, this eclectic indecisiveness has carried on in to the College life. All she ever really did was study and schoolwork.

The one “love” of her life was her grandfather, who despite being a little weird was always a joy to be with. She was spending her weekends with him, up until his mental health started to decline and he had to be put in an elderly home. Paris still always went to visit him, and whenever he managed to “escape” in his delirium, she was the first one there to hunt down and find him.

On one of those Grandfather hunts, she stopped in Katrinka’s Dating Service and decided she might as well get a part time job there. He ended up there so often, it was convenient. However, her job at the service brought her turmoil! A serial killer picked her out as his prime target. Drama after drama unfolded until that final night where she was kidnapped and tormented.

After that, Paris has been in and out of the mental hospital dude to severe trauma and suicidal tendencies. She feels like she’s being haunted by the ghosts of the people being killed, and by the killer himself. When they finally think she is okay to be released, she goes through a few weeks of being out before someone will say something or do something that makes her snap. Then she is right back in the hospital.

Present Life:
Her therapist feels that it’s time for her to try again. Has urged her to get in contact with the other people that suffered from the tragedy, as it could be exactly what she needs to heal and get over it. Thus, despite not wanting to, Paris is attending the Wedding of Adare and Malcolm.

Special Historic Notes:


Name: Paris Taylor
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Job: College Student
I’m Looking For: I’m not looking to meet men, I’m trying to find my granddad!
Returning Member: Hell no!
My Picture:
I Describe Myself As: A down to earth, fun and friendly person. Maybe a little sarcastic sometimes, and I guess I’m not all that comfortable with lots of people, but… wait a second, I’m not filling this stupid thing out!
Others See Me As: As a stranger! Because I don’t like chit chatting. Can I please get in now?
My Interests Are: Sigh. Studying, listening to music, and tv shows about aliens.
A Bit About My Life: I am HERE looking for my GRANDFATHER who has escaped from the nursing home again. Let me in!
PLAYER NOTES: Paris is not signed up for the dating service, and is clearly looking for her slightly batty grandfather. Mister Murray Taylor. :D

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Characters: Modern Fantasy Characters: Modern Realistic

Natalia Davenport

Natalia was made as an NPC in Elswen, but never really got any character or plot development besides being used for randomness purposes.

Character Name: Natalia Davenport
Gender: Female
Job/Role: Radio DJ
Age: 26
Family: Parents [Deceased], Brother; Lucas Davenport

General Appearance: Dark brownish black hair naturally. She likes to die it shades of dark purple. Brown eyes. A great figure thanks to hard work at the gym and a “reasonable” diet. (Like hell she’s giving up cheeseburgers.) Trendy, fashionable clothing style, with a slight hint of flirt-sexy!
Current Goal/Purpose: Enjoy Life!
General Personality: Friendly, exciting, bubbly, center of attention, star of the show, turn heads when she walks in to a room. Natalia is naturally one of those stand out people with a great personality you gravitate towards. Which helps, being that she’s the star of a radio morning show! On the ‘down’ side, her personality is so strong sometimes she kind of barrels over people by being bossy, taking control of everything that’s going on around her, and meddling in people’s life. She loves partying, having a good time, flirting with men, and enjoying living.
General History:
Natalia has grown up with a pretty charmed, normal life. A good family, with decent money, typical school and college experiences. She is now one of the co-stars of the ELSWN Radio Morning Show along with Aidan MacGregor.

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Writing

The Resurrection

Elswen Cemetery. Not the only the cemetery on the island but it was surely the biggest. The moon was full but due to a low fog, it was barely visible amongst the mist billowing over the gravestones. Kendal hesitated before stepping through the gates, a large tome tucked under her arm. Swallowing, she walked down the path.

Kendal stopped at a fresh mound of dirt, surrounded by flowers, little gifts, and pictures. On the tombstone read Samuel Davidson, Loving Husband and Friend. She couldn’t cry. She had no more tears left. There was only a stone-cold determination.

Kneeling, Kendal pulled three crystals out of her coat pocket. Setting one on each side with a final in the middle to form a triangle. The book she place in front of her, already opened to the page she bookmarked. Taking a small knife from her pocket, she drew the blade across her palm, a streak of red oozing from the gash. Kendal placed her hands on the ground at each side of the book.

Pectus ut pectus, animus ut animus, audite mihi manes. Heart to heart, soul to soul, hear me spirits of the dead.” she said softly. There was the sound of a chime as each of the three crystals lit up to a soft yellow glow. “Crux crucis flumen Styx addo mihi absens. Cross the river Styx and bring me the lost.” Another chime sounded as a small yellow orb swirled in to formation at the center of the crystals.

Reverto ut vita. Consurgo ex sepulchrum. Consurgo. Return to life. Rise up from the grave. Rise up. Rise up!”

DONG. The crystals went out and the orb vanished. Suddenly, it burst sending a magical shockwave flowing outwards over the entire cemetery. Mist furled as the night became eerily quiet. Kendal waited, but nothing seemed to happened. It didn’t work… he was still gone…

Wearily she reached out to retrieve the crystals, but suddenly a hand shot up from under the earth grabbing her wrist. She grabbed a hold of the arm, pulling it as well as body up out of the dirt!

“Sam…?” The body shook it’s head, blank soulless eyes finally resting on her face. It looked like him, but his flesh was starting to rot away and what wasn’t gone was a grotesque white. Kendal let go of his arm, scooting backwards trying to pull her wrist free from his grasp, but it was painfully solid. Soft moans could now be heard all around her, but she didn’t take notice! Sam’s body crawled further out of the grave. A hand reached out from behind, wrapping over her face, the sharp pain of teeth digging in to her shoulder!

BANGBANG! BANG!

Kendal was suddenly free from the creature behind her and the body of Sam tumbles backwards when a shot hit his chest. The entire graveyard was alive with the sounds of people crawling up out of their resting places. Decayed bodies mixed with fresh dead, shambling towards the smell of living blood.

“Kendal, get up!” called a voice, but it sounded so far away. Kendal couldn’t seem to find the will to move, watching with blurry tear filled vision as Sam’s body wretched to his feet again to stumble towards her. “Damn it, woman! Get up!” She could hear footsteps over grass and gravel. More gunshots and the dull thud of something cracking bones. Arms wrapped around her waist hauling her to her feet. “C’mon. We’re getting out of here.”

“But Sam…”

“It’s not Sam, Kendal.” BANGBANGBANG! An arm locked around her waist, with a gun shooting down zombies that shambled too close, he hauled her out of the cemetery. More carrying and dragging than walking. Pushing Kendal in to the car, he dropped in to the driver’s seat and picked up the radio.

“Code 76 at Elswen Cemetery, ordering immediate damage control. Repeat. Code 76 at Elswen Cemetery. Entire zombie outbreak.” he tossed the radio in the backseat before taking off in the car towards Autumn Manor.

Kendal was scarcely breathing looking down at her hands. “What did I do…?”

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Characters: Modern Fantasy

Kendal Novellino-Davidson

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GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS

Character Name: Kendal Novellino-Davidson.
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Birthplace: Autumn Mansion outside the city limits of Elswen.
Occupation: Chief Editor at The Chronicle Tabloid
Family: Younger Sister: Sasha, Older Sister: Blair (Dead), Husband: Samual Davidson (Dead), Parents: Celeste & Mac (In Andes) Grandparents: Mai & Howard (In Rio). Butler: Harrison. Unknown Niece she’s never met, due to Blair’s bastard Husband.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

General Appearance: Dark red hair, dark green eyes, slightly tanned skin from lots of sun, and an average adult woman body. While at work, Kendal is dressed perfectly appropriate and business-like in neat and tidy little suits with sensible shoes. At home or out in the “wild” of Elswen, she favors simple jeans and plain cotton shirts. Always feminine but never overly girly. Her hair is usually kept in a pony tail to keep it our of the way, and she rarely wears more makeup than a light foundation and a little lipstick.
Strengths: Endurance. Kendal has always been the more “active” of her sisters, and involved in various activities. She can do a lot of constant activity before getting really tired.
Weaknesses: She doesn’t have a lot of “muscle” or brute strength. It something requires heavy lifting, pushing, ass kicking… she’ll get someone else to do all that psychical work.

MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS

Current Goal/Purpose: Kendal’s “life plan” fell apart when she lost Sam. Now she’s just trekking it day-to-day and focusing on work.
Talents: Kendal is a brilliant witch. Genius witch. A force to be reckoned with. Possibly the most talented witch this side of the hemisphere. She can whip up a spell off the top of her head, cast magic without words, and do extraordinary things. But she doesn’t. [See Fears and History.]
Inabilities: Admitting when she’s wrong. Admitting when it’s time to let go. Handling personal issues.
Fears: Kendal’s greatest fear is that she’s going to royally fuck up and do something out of control if she starts using her magic again. She made a huge mistake after Sam died, and the consequences messed her up. Thanks to the event, she now also has a paralyzing fear of zombies. She’ll blank out and not be able to move/function.
General Personality: Kendal is a “no nonsense” sort of person these days. She’s focused on working. Nothing BUT working and missing out on the fun of life. She seems to be stuck in a permanent bad mood, always being sarcastic, and occasionally rude. It’s rare when anyone sees her chilling out or relaxing.
Inner Personality: Kendal isn’t ALL bad, but it’s near impossible to spend enough time with her to find out. She loves her family with a blind loyalty. She cares about the safety and well being of her friends (even when it sounds like she just wants you to get lost.) Kendal’s just hiding behind her bad moods to cover the fact that she’s still very upset about the loss of her husband along with her dreams, and has yet to let go. If she can find her way back to herself again, she’s that witty girl with grand ideas, admirable talents, and the ability to pull people together.
Secret: That big zombie attack a couple years ago, where the entire Elswen cemetery was raised as brain-feasting undead… that was Kendal’s fault. The only person that knows what happened (or how it happened) is Dane.

HISTORIC BACKGROUND

General History:
Born as the middle sister in the Novellino family, one would think Kendal was dying for attention. Her older sister, Blair, was the wild-child, always doing outrageous, possibly illegal things and getting involved in the wrong crowd. Her little sister, Sasha, was being showered with attention and being spoiled as the ‘baby’ of the family. Kendal, well, she was just fine with her place. Kendal was the go-to girl, the idea maker, the baler-outer. Out of the three girls, Kendal had the brightest gift. When Blair would get herself in to some deep trouble, it was Kendal that dreamed up a rescue plan without them all getting caught. If Sasha wanted something special and their parents said it was impossible, Kendal was the one that figured out how to do it, even if it meant trying to squeeze a whale in to a swimming pool.

Kendal wasn’t just always doing things for her sisters, though! She had her own dreams and agendas! As a young girl and a teenager, she was a part of several school clubs. Journalism and the “Sci-Fi” clubs were her favorite. She was heavily involved in school events, from Homecoming to Prom. Kendal wanted a badass job, to marry her sweetheart, have kids, get a cool house and live her charmed life!

At some point Blair met a man and ran away from home. Her sisters were pissed off and thought it was a bad idea, Kendal especially. But Blair just wouldn’t budge. Months later they received word that Blair had gotten married. Occasionally she’d send letters, but eventually even those stopped.

In college, Kendal did indeed marry her highschool sweetheart, Sam Davidson! She was studying journalism, and he was going through training to work on the police & task forces of Elswen. After graduation, they bought a small house and were living happily. Planning to have a family in the near future. They’d hang out with friends and family, including Sam’s partner Dane, Kendal’s coworkers at The Chronicle, and even met the morning show DJs. Life was great!

And then Sam died. It was one of those unavoidable events, and he was killed on duty at work. Kendal just fell apart. She barely remembers what happened during those weeks before the funeral. Sasha was there along with Dane. The funeral was a blur. Her house was sold, things packed away and Kendal moved in to the Autumn Manor with Sasha.

A few days after the funeral, Kendal had seemed to “snap out” of her melancholy. Sasha knew something was up, so when Kendal left the house late at night with one of the Magic Books, she immediately called Dane to check up on her. Kendal headed to the cemetery, where she tried casting one hell of a spell to bring Sam back to life. She was upset and wasn’t thinking. The result was the entire cemetery being raised as zombies, including Sam. If Dane hadn’t shown up Kendal would have died.

Not long after they received word that their sister Blair had also died. There was a HUGE fight about getting Blair’s remains (they never got to see their sister alive, and then they couldn’t see her dead either!). Blair’s husband has since disappeared as well. They know of a young niece, but haven’t been able to find her. Kendal suspects a lot of foul play concerning Blair, especially with how difficult it’s been trying to find the man.

Present Life:
After the incident, Kendal stopped using her magic. Period. (At least not to help herself. Occasionally her sister or someone else will be in trouble and she’ll “sneak” a spell. Or those situations where she flat out gets pissed off.) She’s thrown herself so deeply in to her work that she earned herself quite a few promotions and is now Chief Editor. Kendal doesn’t have a social life anymore unless Sasha talks her in to something, or she needs to do something for the Paper. Even though she’s Editor, Kendal spends all of her free time digging up new stories for The Chronicle. Crazy suicidal stories. She seems to be looking for dangerous stories quite deliberately.

Lately, Dane seems to be around far too often to “save the day” and Kendal suspects he’s either tailing her, or Sasha has tipped him off to keep an eye on her. She takes out a lot of her anger/frustration on Dane in an effort to get rid of him, but he’s been pretty consistent.

Kendal is about at another breaking point where she is either going to hurt someone/herself or finally just give up. She’s teetering on the edge so badly that the ghost of Sam is now haunting Sasha in a plot to do something about her before it’s too late.

Special Historic Notes:
– Kendal meets Sam in Highschool.
– Blair runs away from home.
– A note from Blair saying she got married.
– Marrying Sam in College.
– Job at the Chronicle.
– Sam Dies.
– Zombie raising and close call near-death.
– A message being told that Blair died.
– Promotion to Chronicle Editor

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Characters: Modern Fantasy

Karen Sparrow

Karen! Always fun for a random game or two! Apparently a cousin to Alexis, Serena, Tamara, Summer and Jade.

GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS

Character Name: Karen Sparrow
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Birthplace: San Fransisco
Occupation/School: College Student doing Miscellany studies in Psychology and related Subjects. She has yet to pick a major.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

General Appearance: Bright red hair, blue eyes. Sloppy figure, due to trying to survive on just booze and slimjims. Heather at least helps keep her from becoming a blimp by forcing her to exercise everyone once in awhile. Smaller bust size, narrow hips.
Strengths: The ability to stay awake for INSANE hours.
Weaknesses: Booze! Give her a few drinks and Karen turns in to a complete moron.

MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS

Current Goal/Purpose: Uh… goals?
Talents: Balancing three heavy books on her head while carrying a 12 pack of beer under one arm, and a bag of cheeseburgers in another. Karen is pretty good about understanding the nature/emotion of people, but you’d never be able to guess that with the way she behaves.
Inabilities: Focusing on a single task. Getting things done on time. Being punctual. Finding a purpose in life.
Fears: Having some 9 to 5 boring job, a husband and kids and a dull uneventful life where she regrets even living. Bats. Cops. (She isn’t legally supposed to HAVE all that booze!)
General Personality: Karen is a procrastinating party girl! Of course she takes her studies seriously, she just waits until last minute to get everything done. She’d much prefer being OUT going to a concert, partying at a club, watching stupid movies on cable TV and making paper cranes out of notebook paper. Karen enjoys hanging around people, fooling around, being goofy. None of that serious stuff for her.
Inner Personality: Karen is pretty straightforward about her thoughts and personalities. There isn’t much that she keeps to herself. Yeah, she kinda feels like she kind of “has” to go to college and do the normal school-work-family “everything step by step” sort of life, and doesn’t really know what she wants to DO with herself. But who doesn’t?
Secret: Occasionally Karen will have a weird dream… and then that dream comes true. Sometimes it’s as simple as knowing when a pop quiz is coming. But sometimes it’s pretty scary stuff… Karen doesn’t bother bringing it up to anyone (besides Heather), as most people write it off as “some dumbass trying to be psychic”.

HISTORIC BACKGROUND

General History:
Karen was born an only child, and gets all that fun expectations that comes with it. The doing awesome in school, going to a great college and getting a great career just like everyone else in the ridiculously huge family. Blech. Her life has been pretty normal and uneventful. Well, besides the occasional premonition dream. Karen started having those when she was a kid, and has had them periodically since. Some simple and some really amazing. It’s no big deal. If she can do something, she does it, if she can’t, she goes on with her life.

Present Life: Karen goes to Montague University in Elswen along with her best friend, Heather. They chose Elswen to “get away” from all that family pressure for awhile (well, at least Karen did!). She’s studying various psychology fields, having an interesting in mind and brain things… but has yet to pick a major. Karen doesn’t really know what she wants to do with the rest of her life, and feels like it’s a shame to decide so early when she has so many years left to live!

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Crystine Jones

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Character Name: Crystine Jones (Absolutely no relation or affiliation with Indiana Jones! And it seriously pisses her off when people crack jokes about it!)
Gender: Female
Job/Role: Archeologist, Grave Robber, Adventurer, Treasure Hunter
Age: 27

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

General Appearance:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:

MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS

Current Goal/Purpose: Uncovering the BIG score.
Talents: Flirting. Shooting. Thinking up diabolical plans. Singing. (She hasn’t figured that one out yet. After the drum lessons incident, everyone banned her from trying to make any more music! They wanted to spare their ears from more torment!)
Inabilities: Playing musical instruments.
Fears: Plane rides. Rats.
General Personality: Serious business. Serious flirt? …Do you even have a conscience? Crystine is hard to get to know on a personal level. She’s rarely friendly unless she really wants to be, can often be far too blunt, and seems to have a lot to complain about even when nothing is wrong. A little wild, a little uncontrollable… but always in control of a situation herself, no matter how weird things seem to get.
Inner Personality: Crystine isn’t so much a hardass as someone who is “focused on the prize”. She’s wrapped her whole life in discovering the BIG score. There isn’t a lot of room for friends, family, and social life when you’re out hunting treasure. …Of course, that doesn’t stop her from enjoying the few moments of quiet time she gets in between missions. Crystine like flirting and fooling around with handsome men.
Secret: Crystine discovered the texts for an ancient myth about the “Temple to Heaven”. Every mission she ever does is someone related in some way, in her quest to find it.

HISTORIC BACKGROUND

General History:

Present Life:

Special Historic Notes:

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Brooklyn Mulligan

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GENERAL STATISTICS

Character Name: Brooklyn Mulligan

Gender: Female

Occupation: Shepherdess. Don’t laugh. It’s not funny. Brooklyn lives on the family-owned farm along with the rest of her folks. Her job is taking care of the sheep.

Age: 30

General Appearance: Red hair, hazel eyes. Petite frame and around 5’4″. People often mistake her for a college girl. Loves plaid, boho style, jeans, and being comfortable in her clothes. Has always felt a little awkward glamming it up, but her tour of Europe matured her fashion sense a bit.
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PSYCHOLOGICAL CHARACTERISTICS

Goal/Purpose: Brooklyn just wants to find her place as a person and in life. She knows what she is expected to do, but she’s not sure if that’s what she wants for herself.

Aspirations: ??? Right now she has none.

Fears: Being one of those people that is never really happy. Anything with a stinger.

Quirks: She will talk to her sheep all day long. She talks to sheep more than she talks to people.

Virtues: Ask for Brooklyn’s help and she will move heaven and earth to give it. She won’t judge, she won’t ask questions. She’ll just be there for you for whatever you need.

Vices: She doesn’t want to argue or disagree with someone and then risk that person getting upset/not liking her for it. This gets her in to situations she doesn’t want to be in.

Fondest Memory: A moment at the coast of Spain where she was sitting on some hotel balcony just watching the waves hit the beach. She just finished posting up a little article of the prior day’s adventure touring the city streets. A warm cup of coffee in her hands. Soft music played from her laptop and a nice breeze blew through the air. For the first time in a really long time she felt at peace. Normal. Like everything would be okay.

Painful Memory: The sudden death of her brother and his family is the worst. Specifically sitting in the hospital with the rest of her family waiting to hear news.

Biggest Regret: She is constantly regretting things, she can’t pick a biggest one.

Secret: ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED.

Perceived by Others: Her friends think she is a pushover. They try to encourage her to speak up for herself (some by example of getting her in to trouble). Before her Europe trip no one really wanted to listen to her talk because all she had to talk about was sheep and her family. The only time she seemed to be any fun was when she was drunk because then she’d actually speak what was on her mind and be a lot more open to fun suggestions. Those that have been following Brooklyn’s Europe Travel Blog are actually really excited to see her again and see how much she’s evolved.

Brooklyn’s family have always viewed her as an odd duck. Most of the family have their heads on straight, know who they are, what they want, and go after it. Brooklyn gets lost in the noise and no matter how much they try to point her in the right and correct directions, she has been resistant. They always thought she was just going through a rebellious phase, but when it continued even after college everyone assumed she would eventually grow up and be the Spinster Mulligan. After her Elder brother’s death and she left the country, her dad was REALLY PISSED.
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HISTORY

Brooklyn has always been a good girl. A reliable girl. A do what is expected girl. At first it was fine. She was making her family happy. Getting all of those good grades, having the hobbies they thought she should have, working where they wanted her to work, etc. The older she got the more off-kilter she felt. Brooklyn wants everyone to be happy, but somewhere along the way she forgot to find out what makes HER happy. Everything that made up who she was just seemed like stuff other people TOLD her she was.

By the time she realized this, she thought she was too old to change anything. Her life was set. Around this same time her older brother’s friend Jack was having a bro-crisis. Denver was having a kid and didn’t have a lot of time for his friend anymore. Brooklyn and Jack started hanging out. He introduced her to people she otherwise may have never talked to. When she wasn’t at home being the Sheep Girl, she at least got to go out, drink and do new things. Slowly she was getting an idea of who “Brooklyn” was.

A year ago her older brother, his wife, and kids died in a freak car crash. The family was completely devastated and Brooklyn took it really hard. Her big brother was THE GUY. He was this perfect, bigger than life personality who had everything under control, made things better, just an all around amazing dude. Now he and his family were gone for no good reason.

Brooklyn couldn’t deal with it. She packed up all her stuff and left the country. Unlike the rest of her family, she didn’t have a husband, kids, or fancy job keeping her in place. She didn’t want her life to be the rinse and repeat of just trying to make it through another same old day. Taking inspiration from an adventurous Great Uncle, Brooklyn went on a tour of Europe. She wrote about her daily explorations and little adventures in a travel blog. She met a guy and had a short and bittersweet romance.

Almost a year after she left, she has been summoned home. Her grandfather has taken ill, which means her father is stepping in to the role as the family leader. And that means she as the eldest living heir must take over her father’s duties. Brooklyn was NEVER meant to play this role and she is not prepared in the slightest. There are a lot of expectations and it’s a lot of pressure. Everyone is really putting the squeeze on her to meet a nice young man and get hitched. Have some babies. She is WAY over due, she’s getting way too old to find a guy and her uterus is going to dry up. There is age-old family tradition to follow.
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FAMILY

Parents: Jim & Cathy

Eldest Brother: Denver – Married to ____ Had 2 kids. All Deceased. :(

Younger Sister: Charlotte – Married to: ___ Has four kids and is pregnant again.

Younger Sister: Savannah – Married to: ___ Has one kid.

Youngest Brother: Austin – Married to: ____ Has two kids.

Misc Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Ancient Grandparents, Inlaws.

FRIENDS

Jack Castellano: The guy was her older brother’s bestie in high school and somehow became HER bestie. Brooklyn doesn’t question it. He is one of the few people she can be relaxed and herself with, to talk to honestly and be real around. Brooklyn has a lot of respect for his opinions.

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Characters: Modern Fantasy

Andrea MacGregor

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GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS

Character Name: Andrea MacGregor

Gender: Female

Species/Race: Human

Age: 22

Birthplace/World: Portland, Oregon

Occupation/School/Grade: College Student

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

General Appearance: Black hair and light blue eyes. Andrea’s figure is stick-thin, and often looks very unhealthy. She’s constantly having to deal with people asking if she’s been eating enough. Her fashion sense can be a little quirky, as she only wears clothes she made herself or her designer friends made.

Strengths: Even though the -looks- unhealthy, Andrea takes pretty good care of herself. She rarely gets sick, has pretty good endurance.

Weaknesses: She doesn’t have a lot of muscle, but that’s never been an issue before.

MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS

Current Goal/Purpose: Have a serious conversation with her big brother about her college studies. If she can FIND him.

Talents: Uh… Andrea has no idea if she has any talents. She’s still trying to figure that out.

Inabilities: Bicycling, cooking, singing, dancing, driving… the list goes on!

Fears: LIFE. No, seriously. Thinking about her future and what she’s gonna do about it has been a big fear for her. She also can’t watch scary movies, especially supernatural ones as that shit freaks her out. She’s barely dealing with the “normal” world, she can’t stand thinking about anything else.

General Personality: Andrea is a little bit jaded about life, but it’s not because she’s a critical or pessimistic person. She’s just a bit “lost”. A couple years ago she had everything figured out, but something must have changed, cause now she doesn’t know what’s right anymore. For the most part, she gets along with people pretty well, but she won’t hesitate to mention when she doesn’t like someone. Her temper can flare up over little unimportant things, but she can be amazingly patient when stuff gets rough.

Inner Personality: …What? That’s all she’s got. Andrea’s a bit lost about who she is as a person, and it’s something she’s openly admitting.

Secret: She wishes she HAD a secret, that might make her life more interesting.

HISTORIC BACKGROUND

General History: Andrea’s father died while she was too young to really remember him, but her mother always told her and her older brother interesting and often unbelievable tales about his Irish family. Her childhood was pretty normal, and didn’t come with anything to extraordinary. In fact, her entire life has been nothing but the expected. Going to school, getting good grades, going to college. Yadda, yadda, boring blah.

Present Life: Recently Andrea has had an epiphany. Her life is going nowhere. Sure, she’s in school and working on her degree, and everything is going exactly the way it’s supposed to… but… She’s really not happy. Something is missing, she just doesn’t know what it is. Andrea has come to visit her big brother in Elswen to have a chat and see if he can give her any useful advice!

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Characters: Modern Fantasy

Aidan Paul MacGregor

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Aidan Paul MacGregor

Gender: Male

Job/Role: Radio DJ

Age: 29

General Appearance: A good looking guy but he’s really not aware of his own charm. Aidan’s hair is a bluish shade of black, cut in a common style. He has small sideburns and though he shaves in the mornings before work, by the evening he tends to have a bit of stubble across a strong jaw line. His eyes are dark blue an very expressive.

Current Goal/Purpose: Aidan has no goals! Okay, well maybe he wants a date with Sasha. A REAL date, not just him inviting her out on various trips and pretending like it’s not a date just so she’ll come.

General Personality: Aidan is “the guy next door”. Every dude’s best friend, every girl’s dream boyfriend. A mother’s favorite son, and father’s pride and joy! And he’s oblivious! Aidan just lives his life the best he can, and isn’t preoccupied with stressing over small things or worrying about the future. He just takes life as it comes and handles it. He loves people and entertaining people, thus he really enjoys his job at the radio station. He treats women like his equals, not like a partner he wants to acquire… thus dating him might be kind of frustrating for any girl that wants to be treated like a princess. Aidan gives everyone a certain amount of trust and respect until they do something to lose his trust. Even that is hard to do, as he seems to have limitless patience. Is there a darker side to Aidan? He’s not found one yet himself. Though, he is sure if he were to have a family, he would be fervently protective of them.

General History:
Aidan grew up on the coast of Oregon with his ex-military father, his baker mother, and younger sister. His life was pretty normal growing up, not really extra ordinary at all. His father was a good dad, ad the family was devastated when he died while his two children were still young. His mother liked to tell them stories about their father’s unusual Irish family. Ties to fantastical creatures or unbelievable tales. Aidan was sure they were all true when he was younger, but having such a non eventful life had him thinking otherwise.

As a teenager, Aidan found himself interested in the world of Radio. He ran the schools morning announcements and show up until he graduated. Then, he moved on to college and found himself doing the same thing there. For awhile he considered other jobs, such as teaching music, being in a band, social working, veterinarian – but he found radio was his favorite.

After leaving college he worked at some local stations before he was offered a job in Washington. He then moved to a small island town called Elswen, where he got immersed in to the strange daily culture. The first time he saw something peculiar he was a little surprised… but then that surprised turned quickly in to a pleased sort of acceptance. It was just a nice feeling to know that stories from his mother could have been true.

Aidan’s daily life consist of getting up, going to work, and occasionally trying to ask that pretty red-head at Page Turner (the local book store) out on a date. When he met her, there was just something special about her. That feeling you get when you know that’s where you want to be. He never makes a big deal about it, he’s just slowly made himself a part of her daily life too. One day he’s kind of hoping she’ll realize just how much he really cares for her.

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Characters: Modern Fantasy Characters: Modern Realistic

Cassandra “Cassie” Jones

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GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS

Character Name: Cassandra “Cassie” Jones (Absolutely no relation or affiliation with Indiana Jones and referencing him will piss her off.)

Gender: Female

Job/Role: Archeologist, Guns for Hire

Age: 32?

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

General Appearance: 5’9″ with a strong well-toned frame, curved features. Several scars from past injuries and accident. The most noticeable, a gunshot scar between her shoulder just to the left. Black hair beyond the shoulder, bangs past her eyes. Usually kept up in a tight messy bun. Brown eyes. Cassie dresses 100% practical. Slim but stretchable pants, form hugging shirts, durable leather coat, strong hiking boots.

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS

Current Goal/Purpose: Work. For such an exciting life, Cassie really doesn’t have one.

Talents:

Inabilities:

Fears:

General Personality: “What a bitch.” is how 99% of the world would describe Cassie, including her family, partner, acquaintances and even herself. She doesn’t apologize for her attitude. Cassie is blunt and to the point. She doesn’t waste her time with political correctness, politeness or worrying about other people’s feelings. She tends to be self absorbed in her own little world and personal agendas, with little care or regard for other people.

Inner Personality: In reality… There’s a lot more to Cassie than what she displays to people. Even she doesn’t really “get” herself. Cassie has has a very strong code of ethics. She’s not going to hurt some harmless innocent person (but you just try and see how hard it is to be considered ‘innocent’ by Cassie’s standards.). She is blindly loyal once she aligns herself with someone. She might seem fierce or ready to turn on you at the drop of a hat, but when Cassie says she’ll stand by you, Cassie means it. Cassie never breaks a promise. When you get down and dirty, and under her skin… You see that Cassie has major trust issues. She has no desire to get close with people, and keeps herself at a safe distance. Past bad experiences has made her pretty harsh.

Secret:

HISTORIC BACKGROUND

General History:
Cassie grew up with her little sister in a broken home. Her parents decided they wouldn’t get a divorce because “staying together is best for the girls.” Only, they spent every waking hour screaming or fighting. It was miserable, uncomfortable, and occasionally could get violent.

Cassie spent as much time as possible away from the house. Being involved in extracurricular activities like sports, music, clubs, and tutoring programs. Being a great student meant more time away, meant not being so stressed out.

In college Cassie decided to go for a degree in History and Archeology. She got involved with an assistant teacher who incidentally was one of those “guns for hire”. A traveling relic hunter. He took her on a few of his ‘missions’, and she found her calling. They made a pretty good team together, but when Cassie was turning from just ‘a fun partner with benefits’ to ‘a possible rival that can outshine’ the guy wasn’t liking it. Cassie started getting called for those little missions, and during one trip he ended up shooting her while her back was turned and taking off with the prize.

Cassie really isn’t sure how she didn’t die that day, but with the way Professor Yoshi goes on about it she apparently owes it all to him. Yoshi, being a huge influence at her college as well as her ‘boss’, is the one person she can’t seem to say no to. He gives her money for school, he gives her jobs, he saves her life, he owns her soul.

Cassie ended up partnered with Barbara, one of her school rivals, after her recovery. At first, Cassie refused to have any more partners, but there was no saying no to Yoshi. Eventually, Cassie developed a trust and respect for Babs. They make a good team and Babs has yet to let her down. Cassie still keeps the women at a safe distance, but Babs is the closet thing to a friend that Cassie has, so she gets protective of that friendship.

Her “bad” relationship with Thor Adams can be attributed to wanting to keep Babs away from him mixed with an odd natural attraction that she’s trying to ignore. Babs is always nice to the guy, getting under Cassie’s skin as she’d like to KEEP her partner… And there’s just something about Thor that even Cassie seems to like, thus it makes her unsettled and irritated with the whole situation.

Present Life:

Special Historic Notes:

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Cassie’s Journal: Entry #???

He fucking shot me in the back and left me there for dead.

I woke up in the hospital and the first person I saw was Professor Yoshi. My sister was lingering around outside, but Yoshi was not who I expected to see by my bedside. Then again, I couldn’t expect Grant, could I? Not unless he wanted to finish me off.

I wish I could forget. Pretend it was an accident. That I never saw him. Ever single moment replays in my head as I desperately grasp for anything that could explain it away. That maybe he did it to save my life. Not stand over my body watching me die with that smirk on his face and a few last words. [i]Nobody upstages me, Cas. Not even you.[/i] What did I ever mean to him. Anything? We walked out of that building with a mission that went flawless and then he kills me. Stole what we claimed together and left me there to die. Like what we were meant nothing. Like I meant nothing.

Yoshi explained to me that Grant left the College and is now working freelance for an Unknown Funder. His people found me and I was lucky to be alive. I don’t know how he knew… he must have found out about Grant before. Yoshi never bothered to tell me anything. Just said that he would find me a new partner.

I don’t want a new partner. I want out.

This isn’t the kind of life I wanted. I was supposed to graduate and spend my days in a Museum or University studying artifacts and putting back together the remains of lost civilizations. Not stealing from governments, getting chased down by maniacs, or murdered by the man I thought loved me.

I’m going to tell Yoshi tomorrow that I don’t intend to do any more extra credit assignments. There are other ways I can pay for my degree…

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Writing

Cassie’s Journal: Entry #??

Journal entry for Cassandra, revealing more history tidbits. >:D

What do you do when your boyfriend is being an asshole? Laughing in his face is never a good idea. God damned, I don’t know what I was thinking. No, I DO know what I was thinking. I think I finally understand what Grant means about the thrill of the assignments…

Baghdad was such a perfect example of how everything could start great, but turn out so -wrong- in the end. We started in the city hunting down our contacts and squeezing people for a bit of info. He’s got that devil-care smile when he’s pulling the bastard role. We bounce back and forth so well, that there was a man there that wouldn’t spill. Be it a few clever words or the point of the gun. We had it down in perfect harmony.

Once we got to the site, it all flipped. I admire his focus. He saw the prize and everything else was just walls to be knocked down – but that was the problem. The caves were well protected with old-fashioned traps. The warnings were all over the walls, but he wouldn’t stop long enough to heed the warnings. Of course, he said he’s been in the business longer than I and knows damned well about the dangers and how to avoid them. I believed him. Grant was a student of Yoshi’s – assistant even. He could READ the warnings, right? So wrong! He triggered one of the mechanisms, something that even a child could have avoided. We were nearly buried to our noses in mud before I found the hook for opening the doors.

You think he’d have said “Thanks for saving our asses, Cassie.” Not a chance. We got to the grand room without any more problems, only to find the place looked as if it had already been cleared out ages ago. You could see the spot where relics used to sit. Grant was so pissed off. While he fumed, I was examining the pillars. What Yoshi wanted wasn’t one of the famous artifacts. Yoshi never seemed to want what was obvious. There was always something unique. There was an alter that caught my eye, something built in such an odd way it really didn’t fit with the rest of the room. Grant finally asked what I was up to when I laughed out loud. A few rocks in the side could be pushed back revealing a secret compartment. Then out it came. A small stone tablet with ancient inscription. The language was so rare I couldn’t even read it myself. That was what Yoshi was after.

Grant didn’t seem to agree. He didn’t understand the vale of a rock, compared to the gold, jewels and statues he usually grabbed from sites. When we returned to the College and presented the Tablet to Professor Yoshi, he found out! I don’t think I ever wore a more smug grin in my entire life. I didn’t mean to rub it in his face, but I was so tired of him acting like he was the Know-All of the business.

Needless to say there was no sexy time for me that night. We fought about it, I laughed at him. I think I wounded his pride and now I feel like a downright bitch. Later I might make him a treat and apologize. Our differing opinions on work methods shouldn’t come between a good love, right? And we do make such brilliant partners.

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Writing

Cassie’s Journal: Entry #?

Journal Entry for Cassandra Jones, dated College pre-partnering with Babs.

I killed someone. It wasn’t the first time someone has died on one of these assignments, and you better believe it was self defense. But this time it was my gun, my hand, my bullet. Then, I was just glad we got out of the city alive. But now? Now all I can think about is whether or not that guy had a family. Bills to pay. A life of his own. Grant told me to shake it off. He was trying to kill us first. This shit happens in our business. People die all the time.

I’m starting to wonder if taking these assignments from Professor Yoshi was a good idea. I can’t pay for college without this extra money. My grades in Ancient Culture studies are slipping bad and I don’t qualify for anymore scholarships. But this last job… Now I know for sure that some of this can’t be legal. I should be speaking to cops right now. International police. Instead I get a lecture from the Professor about completing things on time, and my boyfriend telling me I’m a great shot. No one sees something wrong with this?

I don’t think Grant really gets it. He just left his job as Teacher’s Assistant to start doing this full time. He’s calling himself a Professional Relic Hunter. That cockyass smile of his IS pretty sexy, at least until he cracks those Indiana Jones jokes at me. Sometimes I wonder if he’s trying to make that damned movie a reality. Grant always talks about the glamor and the rush of adrenaline he gets from these jobs. But I never hear him talking about the history or culture that we’re digging these artifacts from.

After my final exam for this semester we’re going to Baghdad. At least I HOPE so. Yoshi mentioned that the top grade of the class would get to accompany for that assignment, and I could just see that bimbo Barbara drooling over it. I couldn’t give a shit about the job itself, but this is my chance to partner with Grant on our first funded mission together. He said my skills on the field were impressive and I can’t wait to show him first hand.

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Happy Valentine’s Day

February 14th. A long, hard, crazy February 14th. Valentine’s day.

There was the cherub hanging around the office. The bags of Valentine cards. Phone calls from women (and even some men!), one insane radio promotion thanks to Tali, and he didn’t even want to think about the gaggle of faeries. He ran in to nearly every person in town except the one person he wanted to see. All Aidan MacGregor wanted to do now was sleep.

Aidan dragged his feet as he headed straight for his bedroom in the tiny little apartment. His coat was tossed off somewhere on the way, along with his shoes and socks. Crossing the threshold in to his room, he fell face first in to bed.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed something out of place. Or rather, not so much out of place as… something that hadn’t been there before. Reaching a hand out towards the nightstand, he picked up the book. The Land and Mythos of Leprechauns. He grinned as he flipped it over. On the back was a pricetag sticker for The Page Turner. Aidan had been reading that one on and off for the past two weeks. Every time he stepped in to Sasha’s shop.

Setting it back on the nightstand, he rolled out of bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked towards the closet. Pulling the door open with his foot, he paused. In the back of the closet was a small crack of light. That definitely wasn’t there this morning when he was getting dressed. Aidan stepped inside the closet, pushing some of his clothes aside. It was a door. With a curious blink, he nudged the door open wider, a familiar scent gracing his senses.

The room was warm, decorated with classic hand-me-down furniture. A scarf thrown over a lamp. Random articles of clothing on the floor. Aidan stepped backwards, closing the door with him. Strange. He opened the door a second time. …Still the same room! It didn’t take a genius to realize it was Sasha’s. He could recognize her style and perfume from a mile away. Aidan didn’t have any time to think harder on it, as soft footsteps could be heard coming down the hall towards Sasha’s room. He closed the door quickly, pressing his ear against it to listen. There was the rustle of clothing, two clonks of shoes hitting the floor.

Aidan knocked softly on the door. There was a pause of silence followed by a muttered “Oh shit!” He grinned at the voice, knocking once again. Silence. Aidan glanced back towards his room at the book on the nightstand. It was still Valentine’s Day. Not too late for a little gift.

Clearing his throat, he knocked on the door a third time. But instead of speaking… he sang! “I am a man who will fight for your honor! I’ll be the hero you’re dreaming of~!” Aidan wasn’t exactly the best singer, and he might have sounded a lot worse than he would have hoped.

There a mumbled “He isn’t.” on the other side, nearly interrupting his song with snickering.

You’ll keep me standing tall, you’ll help me through it all. I’m always strong when you’re beside me. I have always needed you. I’ll never make it alone…

The door suddenly opened, Aidan having to stand up quick before he tumbled in behind it. Sasha blinked at him, with an examining gaze, seeming to be indecisive on whether or not she was annoyed or amused.

“Hey…” He said, flashing her a grin. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Sasha shook her head, unable to keep from returning his grin. She leaned in the doorway. “Hi.”

Common sense told him to say goodnight, close the door and go to bed. But common sense couldn’t have imagined how nice she looked with that crooked grin, or how her hair fell over her shoulders, or the way she wiggled her toes. So when Aidan tilted forward resting an arm on the doorway over his head and pressed his lips to Sasha’s, common sense decided to take a vacation.

If Aidan were thinking he may have been surprised that instead of a smack, Sasha was returning his kiss. Her fingers curling around the fabric of his opened shirt. Raising a hand, he grazed his thumb across her cheek. His hand moved, resting at the back of her neck with his fingers entwined in red hair. A gentle tug on his shirt pulled him forward as the kiss was broken. With every step backwards Sasha made, Aidan stepped forward, never more than an inch of space between them.

Sasha’s hands pushed his shirt off his shoulders as Aidan brushed feather soft kisses across her cheek and down her neck. A murmur escaping her lips while his arm locked around her waist. Her hands ran over his chest and his stomach, subtly loosening his belt and pulling it free. Aidan pulled her shirt up slowly, hands caressing every inch of her skin until he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

Capturing her mouth again, the rest of their clothes were abandoned piece by piece as they inched their way to the bed. Sasha pushed Aidan gently until he fell back, sitting on the bed. Linking her arms tightly around his neck she straddled him. Aidan gripped her hips firmly, guiding her comfortably as he muttered her name against her lips. That electrifying feeling of flesh against flesh was mesmerizing as they moved in rhythmic motion.

With heat flushed checks, Sasha gripped Aidan’s shoulders tightly at the sudden shockwave of pleasure. Resting her forehead against his, her voice was breathless.

“I love-”

“Oh shit!”

Sasha sat up in bed, clutching a hand to her pounding heart. Her body warm and tingling with the sensation of touch, but the room was empty. It was the middle of the night and it was just a dream…?

…What a dream!