And the Clock Struck Midnight....(character thread)
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				Title: <strong>And the Clock Struck Midnight....(character thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 19:10:52</strong>
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				Ok, here is the character thread for "And the Clock Struck Midnight" Once there are between 4 and 6 characters I'll start the main game thread. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: And the Clock Struck Midnight....(character thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 16:40:11</strong>
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				Player: Kevben Battleheart<br><br>Image: http://www.gothamjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/img/jamiedornan/jamiedornan2.jpg (http://www.gothamjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/img/jamiedornan/jamiedornan2.jpg)<br><br>Name: Auriok Edgewright<br><br>Age: 36<br><br>Race/Ethnicity(Optional): Caucasian <br><br>Occupation: Neurosurgeon<br><br>Sexuality: Heterosexual, has no bounds but set his own limits to ensure no one gets hurt<br><br>Virginity: No<br><br>Bio: Auriok is a surgeon working at the inner city hospital where he is usually stuck in the OR for nearly entire days depending on what type of surgery he's doing. He decided on being a surgeon back when he was younger and naive, thinking that the current doctors and surgeons were incompetent fools who have no clue what they were doing and that he could do much better than them. Of course now, many years later, he knows the truth on why he thought this but he's trying to make himself better than any other surgeon, pushing himself past his limits and taking on increasingly hard surgeries to enhance his experiences until he will eventually one day find that one case he would fail at, whether from the lack of experience or complications during surgery.<br><br>Personality: Auriok is a bit of a loner, he can be social when he wants to be but for the most part he keeps to himself. He prefers it that way as well since a doctor or surgeon can't get attracted to a patient, he applies to the same to outside of work. He's also a bit arrogant and has been know to piss off more than one of his colleagues with a few choice phrases, where they would go off on him just to be stopped by other doctors, and although he may appear cold on the outside, he really cares about everyone deep down and hates to see anyone, no matter who they are, in any kind of pain.<br><br>Items: A wallet with his license, social security and $47.50, a cell phone, a couple pens, a small metal chain attached to his pants and wallet to make it harder to pickpocket. He also carries with him a suitcase on his off days that is filled with medical equipment so that way he is prepared to help someone if an accident were to happen.<br><br>Daily Schedule:<br>Morning: Suburbs (either sleeping in late or getting ready for work)<br>Midday: Inner City (working and possibly performing surgery)<br>Afternoon: Inner City (working and still performing surgery)<br>Evening: Inner city (About to finish with the surgery and head out)<br>Late night: Down Town (winding down after performing nerve wracking surgery)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: And the Clock Struck Midnight....(character thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 01:43:01</strong>
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				<strong>Player:</strong> Sashira<br><br><strong>Image:</strong><br>(http://i55.tinypic.com/2yjr7gk.png)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Parker Mayes<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><br><strong>Race/Ethnicity(Optional):</strong> White (natural blond)<br><br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Photographer<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual, kinky, has very few sexual limits<br>(See my O/O's for hard limits.)<br><br><strong>Virginity(yes or no):</strong> No<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong><br>Parker had a crappy childhood, going from one abusive foster home to the next until she "aged out" of the system (turned 18.) She loved photography growing up, starting with disposable cameras and finally saving up enough for her own black-and-white Nikon. She went to work as a professional photographer as soon as she moved out on her own.<br><br>She has built up a decent following, and is best known for artistic photos of nude or mostly nude female models. She also does fashion and glamour photography, high-end portrait photography, and makes some money selling freelance photos to newspapers. She has been collecting survival stuff since she was a teenager, and her knife collection in particular is quite impressive.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Parker has two sides: a fun-loving free spirit, and a hard-ass survivalist. She projects a carefree attitude that helps her fit in with her artist friends, who love to party. But at the core she is a cynical survivor of childhood abuse who always prepares for the worst case scenario.<br><br>Her avid hobby is survival, which is why she always carries a Swiss Army knife in her camera bag; being a bit paranoid, she invested in one long enough to also be used as a weapon. (She really loves knives and has a larger collection at home.) She sees the "end of the world" as a fantastic opportunity to test her survival skills, and though it sounds too crazy to admit, is happy that it happened.<br><br><strong>Items:</strong> (If she is at her apartment, she has a lot more stuff lying around; this is what she always carries.) A padded camera bag with her top-of-the-line Nikon digital camera, extra batteries, and lenses (including a lovely long-range telephoto.) There are a lot of compartments, so she uses it as others might use a purse.<br><br>In one pocket she has a plastic lighter, a small glass pipe, a bag of high-grade hydroponic marijuana, and a pack of rolling papers. In another, a few cosmetics, some tampons, some money, her ID, and a credit card. In the outside pocket (easiest to reach) are her cell phone and her 7" Swiss Army/combat knife.<br><br>The clothes on her back: sexy lingerie, a fashionable dress or shirt + skirt (nothing too short), her tailored leather jacket, a pair of heels that she can effectively run in. (She likes having the added height, for professional reasons.)<br><br><strong>Daily Schedule:</strong><br>Morning - Downtown (In her studio apartment, sleeping in.)<br>Midday - Commercial District (Shooting models at her studio.)<br>Afternoon - Commercial District (Talking to people, trolling for news.)<br>Evening - Downtown (Partying with her artsy friends at some club.)<br>Late Night - Downtown (Heads from whatever club she's at to her apartment, where she usually stays up late editing photos.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: And the Clock Struck Midnight....(character thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 16:38:35</strong>
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				<strong>Player:</strong> Darkling<br><br><strong>Image:</strong> (http://img4.gelbooru.com//images/232/423911ac38da5a459bee9748ef9e476270752a10.jpg?235840)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kelly<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Prostitute <br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual, anything for the right price. (see my o/os)<br><br><strong>Virginity(yes or no):</strong> *laughs* sure, right... whatever you want honey~<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> In another time and place, Kelly would have graduated Med School and become a doctor, taking up the mantle of healing the sick, and raking in big bucks. Proud and self reliant, with a sucessful career... but ultimately lonely, for she was never willing to 'risk' anything outside of her career. Untill one day, she met a man... a man who would introduce her to the glory of submission and BDSM, in whome she would learn to explore her kinky side, and that it was entirely possible to have a life and a career at once... and would live happily ever after, with her Master... her Husband.<br><br>Unfortunately, Fate is not so kind. Kelly is a Med School drop out, the mutual fund that was to handle her education costs was heavily invested in china and ran into the ground when the civil war erupted, leaving her holding the bill for almost a entire year of expensive medical school. She was forced to turn, in desperation, to <em>erotic dancing</em>, in order to pay her school bills.. and hopefully one day return to complete her education. Taking advantage of some lewd pole dancing lessons she had once agreed to as a birthday present for a ex boyfriend, she was able to make great money, more infact, that she would have had she completed college and got into her intended career. So even though the debts were paid off, she decided not to return to school, following the sultry allure of exhibitionism and easy money in stripping... Kelly embraced the sex industry wholeheartedly, displaying herself and working the crowds with more enthusiasm than any of her fellows and it wasnt long before she began offering <em>favours</em> to her regulars for even larger tips. She had discovered her kinky side... but not in the arms of a lover, but among strangers, where money was the goal, and the body was something to be sold.<br><br>Eventually, the sex became and end in its self, and she retired from stripping to take up actual prostitution, which proved a less reliable a income... at times surpassing her old dancing income, and at times falling far short, but by this point, with her debts paid off, she really didnt need alot of money, and enjoyed the.... sensation of selling herself. A existence she has come to enjoy... and would have continued to do so until the world fell apart around her.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Easy, somewhat cheerful, but mixed in with that particular brand of world-weary cynicism common to all whores, and extremely <em>Mercenary</em>, shes a nice enough person, but her ultimate loyalty goes to the highest bidder... and that does not just mean money, but in the coming world, one who can offer her the highest odds of survival in their shadow.<br><br><strong>Items:</strong> Knives (In her boots), a pair of metal handcuffs, (normally both on her left wrist, the key is around her neck. They are actually 'trick handcuffs' she can release herself without a key, but the mechanism is hidden) and her jacket which contains the usual prostitutional fare; birth control, morning-after pills, condoms, and a viberator (http://a1468.g.akamai.net/f/1468/580/1d/pics.Drugstore.com/prodimg/80638/300.jpg). Her panties (http://www.arentwenaughty.com/images/larges/fetish-fantasy-series-10-function-remote-control-fantasy-panty-552028_202045515984.jpg) of choice are somewhat special, and the remote is also in her jacket.<br><br><strong>Daily Schedule:</strong> <strong>Morning:</strong> Downtown (asleep), <strong>Midday:</strong> Downtown (asleep), <strong>Afternoon:</strong> Commerical District, <strong>Evening:</strong> Downtown, <strong>Late Night:</strong> Inner City
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				Title: <strong>Re: And the Clock Struck Midnight....(character thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 01:54:55</strong>
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				Player:&nbsp; Lyria&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Image:<br>(http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/4191/imgfi.jpg)<br>(http://img823.imageshack.us/img823/172/laneyprof.jpg)<br>(http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/6510/laneyrpf.jpg)<br><br><br>Name:&nbsp; Laney Barrow&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>Age: 18<br><br>Race/Ethnicity(Optional): Caucasion<br><br>Appearance: Laney has the appearance of being the all American girl. She has long golden hair, stunning blue eyes, a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, full pale pink lips, long neck, and delicate features, everything one would expect from the pretty girl next door. She just about always has a sweet smile always on her face. <br><br>Her build is that of a classically trained dancer, long and lean with a small waist. She is very well toned and graceful and strong. She stands at&nbsp; 5’7”, 120 lbs. <br><br><br>Occupation: College Student, Dance Teacher<br><br>Sexuality: She is unsure, but is attracted to both sexes. <br><br>Virginity(yes or no): Yes<br><br>Personality:&nbsp; Laney is a sweet, but shy, girl. She always has a friendly smile and word for anyone who approaches. She doesn’t go out of her way to make friends, but is graceful and charming when addressed. If she were more outgoing she could probably have been one of the most popular girls in school. She tries very hard to not make mistakes and to be as perfect as possible. Laney wants to make her parents proud, but everything she does is met with the attitude that her accomplishment is something that she should have done anyway, and nothing special.<br><br>Laney doesn’t have many friends, and hasn’t dated. She gets along with everyone fine, and has been asked out many times, but up until recently she devoted all of her time to school and ballet, leaving no time for a social life. Because of this, she had gotten the rep of being a bit of a snob. She is always nice, but many say she is fronting. <br><br>The thing is, Laney is fronting, but she isn’t hiding what people think she is. She is hiding depression and low self esteem and the fear she’ll never be good enough to make her parents happy. The one joy she had in life has been taken from her, and she is struggling to find inspiration. But she hides it all. <br><br>Bio:<br><br>Laney’s life is not too abnormal. There are no deep skeletons in the closet, and too all outsiders it appears to be an ideal home. Her family is heavily middle class, with the three bedroom house and two cars. Both of her parents work, her father in construction, and her mother as a secretary. There have been no traumas, other than a trip to lake that ended badly with her almost drowning, leaving her with a fear of large bodies of water. <br><br><br>Both of Laney’s parents grew up poor, and both immigrated with their parents from other countries. As such, have made Laney work hard for anything she has gotten. She teaches dance to children for spending money, but only if it does not interfere with the plans her parents have for her future. Ever since she was a small girl they have made it very clear that she would be going to an ivy league school and she was going to be an engineer. They really want the best for their daughter and love her very much, they just believe they know best, and her wishes do not matter at this point in her life.&nbsp; They have taught her German and Dutch, and have required her to learn Spanish. <br><br><br>Laney has worked very hard to meet her parents high expectation of straight A’s in upper tier classes. She is a smart girl, but not a genius. The good grades take a lot of work and effort, and they do not come easy. She receives no praise for her efforts, as they are an expectation, not an accomplishment. <br><br><br>As hard as she has worked on her grades, she had worked harder on something else. Her dancing. In the efforts to raise a well-rounded child, her parents enrolled her in many activities when she was small. From her very first ballet class at the age of 5, Laney knew what she was born to do. Even at that young age she felt she was put on the earth to dance. <br><br><br>At first her parents were quite pleased at the dedication their young child could show a hobby, but it soon became apparent it was more than a hobby, or even a passion. It was an obsession. They tried pulling her from it, but she showed her only force of will, and refused to eat for two weeks, and would have gone longer if need be. They took her to a doctor, but it didn’t solve the problem. Eventually they agreed she could dance if, and only if, her grades did not suffer, and that she understood she would be going to college to be an engineer. Period. She agreed to their terms, and both she and her parents have held up their end of the agreement. <br><br><br><br>But over the past year, something happened. Laney started to feel pain in her right ankle. Extreme pain. She did the best she could to grin and bear it and not show her teacher or her parents, but soon she was unable to walk more than a few feet. A trip to a specialist revealed she had injured herself severely, and the added stress had damaged the joint. She could no longer dance. <br><br><br>Laney’s world fell apart. Her parents were relieved to see the distraction of dancing go away, and expected things to be smooth sailing in the course of their daughter’s life from there on out. Laney received shallow sympathy, but was told to deal with it and keep up her serious endeavors. <br><br><br>Not being able to dance has torn Laney apart. Unconsciously she has resorted back to the tactic of not eating when not being allowed to dance, and has started dropping weight. It is possible she could be becoming anorexic, though she denies it. She feels that she isn’t not eating because she doesn’t want to, but because she has no desire to. She eats some…but far less than she should. Some part inside of her is afraid of gaining weight and not having the ideal dancer’s body she is supposed to have. <br><br><br>Now she is left floundering. She works on her classes, and does what minor dancing she can in the privacy of her room and while teaching, but it hopelessly depressed. She does not share this with anyone, and put a good face forward, as it is just simpler that way. She has vowed to recover and dance again, but knows time is limited. If she hasn’t apprenticed with a company by age 20, it will be too late. <br><br><br>Items): Purse with the usual make-up/toiletry items a woman carries, key, gum, wallet, money, note-pad and pen, blackberry, and her Ipod Touch.&nbsp; A book-bag with textbooks, pens/pencils, paper, scientific calculator, bottle of water, and a trashy romance novel. Her dance bag with dance gear to wear while teaching. <br><br>Daily Schedule:<br>Morning:&nbsp; Downtown<br>&nbsp;Midday:&nbsp; Downtown<br>&nbsp;Afternoon:&nbsp; Downtown<br>&nbsp;Evening:&nbsp; Suburbs <br>Late Night:&nbsp; Suburbs<br>
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