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Blackridge Island — Connor Murphy

Name: Connor Murphy

Age: 21

Race / Ethnicity: White, European

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He / Him

Sexuality: GAY

Appearance: Connor is a very homeless looking male with dreary and tired eyes along with an RBF. His skin is extremely pale and dry but he’s not all bad looking. He has long brown and dirty hair along with his emo-like attire, including black nails. He is usually seen wearing a black hoodie with his hands in his pocket.

Personality: Connor is a dick to most people. He’s very cold and belligerent to most things, repulsed by many people. He tends to stay in his own circle and stays away from other people who give off weird vibes.

Background:

Connor Murphy was a very self-conscious kid. He grew up with a loving family but always reflected on his minor mistakes that always brought him to be different. From the outside, he formed a great displeasure from people because internally, he was afraid that they would not accept him in the first place.

However, one day, he met a friend named Evan, where he fought off his peculiar suicidal thoughts and began to try and fit in with society but instead brought out an even darker side of him. He’s grown away from his family, including his sister. Overall, from his childhood experience, he’s become a dark and mysterious person.

Evan doesn’t exist now that the war is going on. He was an unlucky one and Connor has been cold and apathetic ever since. Externally, he wanted to continue to remain cold and ignorant of everything going around him. Internally, he wanted revenge. He only ever had one friend and this damned world took it away from him. Change would want to happen and if it takes his life, he will make it happen.

Now, Connor is bitter and hostile. He doesn’t like anyone and he is a very harsh person who doesn’t trust anyone. He’s lost the bright light in his hands so he’ll take away any positive emotion there is to this hellish world. Connor is broken and he has been for a while. He needs a good lift to bring his spirits up, but that’s not going to happen any time soon.

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g-ayjay · 5 years

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Prom Theme, Jerry’s Dead Campaign - Murray Membrane (Mr. Membrane)

[Name:] Murray Membrane [Age]: 29 [Race]: Human, Race [Clothing]: Old fashioned clothes, shadowed eyes. [Ethnicity]: Russian [Gender]: M [Level]: 1 [Class] The Spell-Slinger [Language]: English [Alignment]: Chaotic Neutral [Charm]: Manipulate someone [Cool]: Act under pressure, help out. [Sharp]: Investigate a mystery, read a bad situation [Tough]: Kick some ass, protect someone [Weird]: Use magic

LUCK: Mark luck to change a roll to 12 or avoid all harm from an injury.

HARM: When you reach 4 or more, mark unstable.

EXPERIENCE: Whenever you roll and get a total of 6 or less or when a move tells you to, mark an experience box.

GEAR: You don’t need much aside from any foci or consumables to power your magic. Still, it’s good to carry some backup. Picked: Ritual Knife

RATINGS:

Charm: -1 Cool: +1 Sharp: +1 Tough: 0 Weird: +2

Combat Magic: Missle: - Necromantic - Fire - Frost or Ice

Moves: Tools and Techniques: To use your combat magic effectively, you rely on a collection of tools and techniques. Cross one-off, you’ll need the rest. Consumables: You need certain supplies, powders, oils, etc. One hand, some will be used up each cast. If you don’t have them, take 1-harm ignore-armor when you cast. Incantations: You must speak in an arcane language to control your magic. If you use combat magic without speaking, act under pressure to avoid scrambling your thoughts. PICK THREE OF THESE:

Forensic Divination: When you successfully investigate a mystery, you may ask “What magic was done here?” as a free extra question Shield Spell: When you protect someone, gain 2-armor against any harm that is transferred to you. This doesn’t stack with your other armor if any. Third Eye: When you read a bad situation, you can open your third eye for a moment to take in any extra information. Take +1 hold on any result of 7 or more, plus you can see invisible things. On a miss, you may still get 1 hold, but you’re exposed to supernatural danger. The unfiltered hidden reality is rough on the mind!

[About the Character: Murray Membrane] How They Act Around Others: Murray Membrane (as formally called by his students, Mr. Membrane) has received the title of “mad scientist” considering his love for strange things, conspiracies, magic, and science. Once provided with all of his personal passions, he could simply go on and on about the particular topic. Mr. Membrane is semi-loud but he is moreover on the quiet side and is kept to himself unless handling with other students. Mr. Membrane also thoroughly love going into depth and detail over certain topics as well. How They’re Treated: Murray Membrane is seen as psychopathic and extremely out of his mind! He’s seen as a crazy scientist who doesn’t know his limits when teaching certain aspects in the classroom. Considering he lives alone, he has a lot of spare time on his hands and maybe a little mentally dysfunctional when he *does* get alone. Occupation: Highschool Teacher, Science, Chemistry and Physics. Can They Drive?

Yes, Mr. Membrane can drive. Description of the Character (Murray Membrane): Murray Membrane is a tall, scrawny sort of teacher. He has grey-ish straight hair that is above his shoulders. He also wears a lab coat anywhere he goes and wears circular glasses. He also has a large scar from the top portion of his forehead to the lobe of his ear from an experiment failure (as so he says).

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #monster of the week #profiles

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g-ayjay · 5 years

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Gold Dick Fools Campaign - Stephen Blood

[Name]: Stephen Blood

[Class]: Wizard

[Level]: 1

[Race]: Gnome

[Subrace]: N/A

[Background]: Folk Hero

[Language]: English

[Gender]: M

[Age]: 43

[Height]: 3’7

[Weight]: 40 lbs

[Stats]:

Intelligence: 18

Constitution: 15

Charisma: 12

Dexterity: 13

[Dex Mod]: +1

[Spells]:

Magehand

Light

Ray of Frost

[Spellbook]:

1. Magic Missile

2. Sleep

3. Detect Magic

4. Charm Person

5. Mage Armor

6. Burning Hands

[Health]: 8

[Hit Dice]: 1 d6

[Weapons]: Quarter Staff

[Armor]: Leather

[Packs]: Scholars Pack

[Alignment]: X

[Description]: Stephen Blood is a highly violent gnome who uses his powers to enhance the dead. Thoughts of violent acts such as killings and genocide pleases him. He thoroughly enjoys taking lives away from others for his own benefit.

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g-ayjay · 5 years

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Depression Land Character Profile

Alexis [Lexi] Joan Evans

[GENERAL INFORMATION]

[NAME]: Alexis [Lexi] Joan Evans

[DATE OF BIRTH]: October 24th, 1996 [22]

[SEX]: Female

[RACE]: White [English]

[NATIONALITY]: British

[PLACE OF BIRTH]: Liverpool, England

[MARITAL STATUS]: Unwedded

[OCCUPATION]: Retail Salesperson

[PREVIOUS OCCUPATION]: Cashier

[AFFILIATION]: N/A

[LANGUAGES]: English

[RELATIVES]: Mother, 46, Mary Ann Evans, Alive.

[TROPHIES]: N/A

[NOTES]: Soothing sweet voice.

Size D34

[PHYSICAL INFORMATION]

[HEIGHT]: 5’ 4”

[WEIGHT]: 130lbs

[EYE COLOR]: Light brown

[HAIR COLOR]: Very light brown

[BODY BUILD]: Endomorph, Pear

[SKIN TONE]: Warm Ivory Shade

[BLOOD TYPE]: O+

[DISTINGUISHING FEATURES]:

Long light brown hair with bangs to the side

Thin arms and well shapes face, jaw and cheekbone

Slim and curvy sides along with well-rounded butt

Thighs are extremely curvy and fit well with body shape

Small shaped, narrow shoulders

[PHYSICAL DISABILITIES]:

[MENTAL INFORMATION]

[MENTAL DISABILITIES]: N/A

[ADDICTIONS]: N/A

[SEXUAL ORIENTATION]: Heterosexual

[LIKES]: Bananas, Cats, Sleeping, Exercising

[DISLIKES]: Obnoxious screaming

[RELATIONSHIPS]

[HATED]

N/A

[DISLIKED]

Ex-Boyfriend, 25, Taylor Schmidt, Alive.

[NEUTRAL]

Everyone

[LIKED]

Friend, 23, Kyle Arenberg, Alive.

Best Friend, 24, Samantha Campbell [Smissy], Alive.

[TRUSTED]

Mother, 46, MaryAnn Evans, Alive.

Best Friend, 24, Samantha Campbell [Smissy], Alive.

[FAMILY LOVED]

Mother, 46, MaryAnn Evans, Alive.

[LOVED]

N/A

[Backstory]

Lexi was a rebel back in high school. Though many people didn’t necessarily know about it, Lexi would definitely take some time into sneaking out of the house and hanging out with males that were much older than her. Her mother didn’t take much mind of her doings. As a high school graduate, she realized that she needed to take matters into her own hands and become the adult that she is. Over the years, she’s had a steady boyfriend named Taylor Schmidt who cheated on her for a blonde bitch. After this, Lexi didn’t take much mind into guys. She met her best friend, Samantha Campbell or “Smissy” at her job as a cashier. They would eat lunch together every day and hang out with her. During this time, she had gotten herself a steady apartment and tends her needs for herself. As a small woman, she doesn’t need much. Since Lexi hasn’t had much time to actually settle down and find someone, Smissy introduces her old friend, Kyle Arenburg, to Lexi. Although she still didn’t take much mind to this, she still finds a way to befriend him. As an adult, Lexi will try to attend her needs as much as possible with the things that she needs to make her life fulfilling and fun.

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g-ayjay · 6 years

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Monolith Character Profile - Britannia Cecily Smith

[GENERAL INFORMATION]

[NAME]: Doctor Britannia Cecily Smith (Dr. B)

[DATE OF BIRTH] 12/21/2121

[NATIONALITY]: Swedish

[PLACE OF BIRTH]: Stockholm, Sweden.

[MARITAL STATUS]: Divorced

[OCCUPATION]: Landscape Architecture

[PREVIOUS OCCUPATION]: Photojournalist

[AFFILIATION]: Monolith

[LANGUAGES]: English, Swedish

[RELATIVES]: Biological Father, Benjamin Smith, 60, Deceased.

Biological Mother, Camille Santos, 59, Alive.

Biological Brother, Charles Smith, 19, Deceased.

Adoptive Father, Kyle Sanchez, 68, Alive.

Adoptive Mother, Emily Sanchez-Rose, 62, Deceased.

Ex-Husband, Jake Boyd, 37, Divorced, Alive.

[TROPHIES]: Small, charm bracelet with one charms on it. It’s a golden dalecarlian horse.

[NOTES]: Ph.D. in Architecture

[STORY]: At a young age, Britannia wasn’t like other kids. A left-handed mathematic weirdo who enjoyed reading books about ancient structures from medieval times seemed peculiar from when she was growing up. A girl who is born with heterochromia iridium was a difficult way to grow up in school. During this time, she was departed from her family at a young age and was only left with her brother, Charles. She was turned away from most of her friends and has an extremely hard time trusting people. With no one to bother her, she manages to work her way through high school, into Stockholm University to obtain her Ph.D. in Architecture. To this day, she still doesn’t have many friends. Unfortunately, her brother passed at the age of 19 from lung and skin cancer. She was left alone at this point.

[PHYSICAL INFORMATION]

[HEIGHT]: 5″5

[WEIGHT]: 155lbs

[EYE COLOR]: Light brown, Light sky blue

[HAIR COLOR]: Blonde

[BODY BUILD]: Pear / Triangle Shape

[SKIN TONE]: Light Skin Tone

[BLOOD TYPE]: A+

[DISTINGUISHING FEATURES]: Tied up bun hair, circular glasses

[PHYSICAL DISABILITIES]: N/A

[MENTAL INFORMATION]

[MENTAL DISABILITIES]: N/A

[ADDICTIONS]: N/A

[SEXUAL ORIENTATION]: Panromantic Demisexual, Closeted

[LIKES]: Architecture, Buildings, Blueprints.

[DISLIKES]: Disorganization, Fake Hoes, Touching Oils

[RELATIONSHIPS]

[HATED] Biological Father, Benjamin Smith, 60, Deceased.

[NEUTRAL] Biological Mother, Camille Santos, 59, Alive.

Ex-Husband, Jake Boyd, 37, Divorced, Alive.

All: Not introduced

[LIKED] Brother, Charles, 19, Deceased.

Adoptive Mother, Emily Sanchez-Rose, 62, Deceased.

Best Friend, Stacy Anderson, 35, Alive.

[DISLIKED] Adoptive Father, Kyle Sanchez, 68, Alive.

[TRUSTED] Brother, Charles Smith, 19, Deceased.

Adoptive Mother, Emily Sanchez-Rose, 62, Deceased.

[FAMILY LOVED] Brother, Charles Smith, 19, Deceased.

Adoptive Mother, Emily Sanchez-Rose, 62, Deceased.

[LOVED]

N/A

#monolith #scp #character #character profile #bored #at school

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g-ayjay · 6 years

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The Apocalypse - Not Dead Yet (Short)

A/N: Hey again! I wrote this a while ago to my friend because I was bored and I wanted to share it. This was kind of an apocalyptic type of start. I just don’t know how to really continue it so it’ll just be this. It’s really short. Oh, well. Happy reading.

Tags: @knifes-n-wifes

The world has crashed. Smoke fills the air as pieces of buildings falling apart. The fires crackle in the afternoon light. The day is still and the world is at the edge of extinction. In the depths of the world, a single voice cries out. A wounded loved one is soon to be chained up. “No..” they cry out. The battle is not over, but a soldier is dead. The hands of the living is laid upon the dead. Broken hearts and dismal auras fill the air. The deed is done. No more love, passion or happiness. It’s nonexistent from what was once true. They cry. It’s all over for them. Though they are still standing on their world, the world they once had is now at the palm of their hands, teeth marks on their shoulder, bleeding out. It’s over. Day after day, the world crumbles down more. The dead is soon to rule. They open a door and find a walking body, trembling and twitching for its lust for them. They choke back, though pain is not within them, they pull themselves against the rattling. They continue to sob. “I know you’re here..” Rattling and groans are all that are heard. They lay their weapon down as they sob in sorrow. The deed is done. “I won’t believe it..” They suddenly get up, full of hope. “It’s not over.” They grab their weapon, walk towards their loved one. The rattling chains shake more as they walk closer. It’s not over. They suddenly grab the dead, pulling them close, feeling their embrace, knowing there is still a soul trapped within the flesh. It’s not over. They’re still here. She’s still here.

#short story #story #zombie #angst #tired #thought #broken #short #need to sleep #sleep is for the weak #i am very weak #apocalypse #apocalyptic

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g-ayjay · 6 years

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Bring It In - Jared Kleinman

A/N: Hi, this is actually one of my first ever DEH kind of fanfictions and (if some understand my love for Jared) I decided to write about something that @writing-prompt-s has prompted about. It’s not exact but it’s still the same idea. I’ve actually never really wrote this out so I’m going to try to allow my thoughts to spill out. Happy reading?

Tags: @knifes-n-wifes

There’s actually been something that Jared honestly never had the guts to really admit. The brunette jerk-ish male really likes hugs. Though he never really received him, he just loved the thought of actually being embraced by someone he loves. Though, things have been kind of different lately.

The story is thought up in his mind once again. The short past is slightly fuzzy but he can still be able to make out what has happened. About a month ago, Jared’s cousin, Michael, started out with the doctors diagnosing him with terminal cancer. Jared and his family were devastated when they heard the news. Though he was under the chemo influence, he was still happy and smiling. Jared couldn’t stand the thought of his cousin on the edge of dying. While Michael was still awake but weak, Jared quickly but carefully wrapped his arms around his fatigue and sick cousin. He felt him tense up as his blood pressure began to heighten. Jared let go of his still and more colorful cousin. Michael didn’t speak but his face definitely looked way better than it had did before. At this moment, Jared knew that it wasn’t a miracle that saved his cousin, it was him.

He didn’t really want anyone to know about this whole shebang with Jared and his hugs because he was the kind of person who would think that if someone found out, they would take them to the scientists to test him out and use him as a test subject for the rest of his life. For Jared, he didn’t want a life like that. His thoughts would often decided to keep this a secret until he can figure out how to really make something of it. He couldn’t let the fame or profit get to his head, even if he really wanted to.

Jared sighed and plugged in his headphones as he played Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. “This could be life changing.” He thought to himself. “But I don’t want to cause too much of a change in the world and become a breakout of my entire life.” To be completely honest, Jared was afraid. His thought didn’t arrange to what to do in this type of situation. He felt his anxiety throb up to his chest and his heart started to pump at an irregular rate. “What am I going to do?” He thought to himself once more.

He quickly sat up and looked at himself. His arms. His hands. His wrists. His palms. What was he anymore? Was he a monster? This isn’t anything close to normal for a human. He needed someone to talk to. He couldn’t handle the heavy negative thoughts at once. All of this unwanted and useless pressure held emotional pain on his shoulders. He needed to put a stop to this or wear it off somehow. He wasn’t the right person to be a hero and he wasn’t the greatest person to have this kind of technique that messes with the laws of humanity.

Jared quickly picked up his phone, tumbling and shaking with fear as he dialed his friends number and held the device to his ear. He just wanted a friend to talk to, he mustn’t say a word about what’s been on his mind. No.

“Hello?” The voice echoed through his brain as he tried to catch his breath and choke back on the fearful tears.

“Evan.” He says quietly yet bluntly.

“Yes? Jared? Is something wrong?”

Jared faked a snicker, “Everything is fine, I was just wondering what you were up to since I haven’t really seen you in a big while. Then again, it’s mid-summer.”

“O-Oh.” Evan said quietly, seemingly doing nothing or maybe work.

“How’s the fam?” He questions.

“They’re okay, just kind of bumming around. How’s your new apartment going?”

Jared laughs a bit at that, “Oh, it’s hell. I can understand how much of a handful I am.” He laughs a bit more.

Evan quietly laughs to himself, “Expect difficult kinda of things, b-but know you’ll get through it.”

Jared pauses. His thoughts were attacking his brain all at once and he felt like his entire head was going to fall off of his spine. It wasn’t a migraine but just so much anxiety filling up his body that he wanted to throw up.

“J-Jared?” Evan stammered a bit through the phone.

“Oh, uh, hey Evan, something just came up, I’ll talk to you later!”

Evan went quiet for a good second before complying with a simple “Ok.” Jared quickly ended the call before falling back in his bed, realizing what he’s done to himself. He sighs and drops the phone to the side of his bed. “This is nuts..” he says to himself. He was afraid. He was afraid. He was afraid. He was afraid. He was afraid. He was afraid. He was afraid.

The thought of was Jared could do. Jared’s hugs could cure the worst of illnesses. There’s beautiful children around the world who are dying from these types of things. There’s loving family who are being separated from their families because of these types of things. He couldn’t stand the amount of people crying inside of his head. The broken hearts, the heartstruck pain from these people. He doesn’t even understand the consequences he gets from this but he could be a hero for so many. Not all, but many. He thought of the amount of happiness the parents and the children would feel if their loved ones were cured. The amount of positivity shared by Jared.

This kept him up all night.

The next morning, Jared did his normal routine. Got up, got dressed and fixed himself, and went to work for a normal full-time shift.

The day went by slow as any other day. I mean, it jumps from the busy sides of his job. Though, that same thing still ran through the back of his mind and he couldn’t stand it. He scanned the barcode of a few simple items for a customer, causing the machine to beep. He typed up the price and said the exact amount due, brought the change in from the customer and bagged their items, giving it to them. He quietly sighed to himself, sitting at the cashier spot and waited for the next customer.

This one was off. A young lady, maybe in her late twenties, crying softly to herself. She slowly but surely but the box of tissues on the counter.

Jared scanned it and looked up at her, “Did you find everything okay?” She nodded at him slowly. He couldn’t hold his voice back anymore, “Is everything alright?” She looked up, tears rolling down her cheeks, ruining her makeup completely.

“No. It’s not.” She said quietly, “My son is in the hospital with terminal cancer.”

Jared’s heart sunk. Not this again. He forced his head to look down at the items in his hands, looking away from the woman. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles under his breath. He shakily hands the woman the bagged box of tissues, no amount due.

“Take it.” He says quietly. The woman looked at him and paused for a second.

She gently takes the bagged and asks, “Are you sure?” He nodded at her reassurance. She smiled a bit at him and thanked him quietly before leaving the store.

“Oh God.” Jared thought to himself.

The shift ended and Jared packed his things and checked himself out of the store. On the way home, Jared would end up seeing his life flashing for a couple of seconds before his eyes where he’d stop and stare. He was getting pretty tired of this.

Once he was home, he flopped on his bed and felt himself wanting to cry but held himself back. An idea sparked his mind as he quickly got up. At this rate, he was crying with all of the tears in his head. He grabbed a piece of cardboard and a permanent marker. His keys were still in his pocket so he ran in his car and sped off.

There he was. Clementine’s Hospital. A hospital known for terminal cancer patients. He knew this is the most he could do in order to get those thoughts out of his head. He wanted all positivity at this rate.

He grabbed his cardboard sign and scrubbed words onto it with the permanent marker. Jared quickly jumped out of the car and ran inside of the hospital and looked around at the faces that surrounded him. He wasn’t afraid anymore. He was more of stiff and firm about the whole hospital thing but that didn’t stop Jared from taking another step into the building.

Jared grabbed a small chair from one of the hallways and sat down. His heart was pounding and he felt more tears rush down his face as he may suspect this could cost him most of his life. For once, he felt happy and proud of himself. He gently picked up the cardboard sign.

“Free Hugs”

#jared kleinman #fanfic #fanfiction #dear evan hansen #deh #evan hansen #free hugs #deh angst #my mind at 3am #i cant sleep

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