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[Overcast]

Will make something up today, have an idea just need some flesh time. Also my new room is a black hole of radio transmission so internet time will be more difficult to get a handle on. That is all.

EDIT:Or is it?

Name: Riley Morris
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Riley is 6'3" and 130lbs, he is unhealthily thin. His hair is a disheveled mass of brown that he has a frequency to run his hands through, his eyes a similar touch that are often bloodshot, and accentuated by the deep bags that creep under each. He is pale, as if he hasn't seen the sun for far too long, his clothes will often consist of a hoody, with the hood pulled up to hide away inside, and a pair of jeans tattered and hastily repaired with the belt pulled tight around his waist. His feet are adorned with a barely surviving pair of chuck taylors, white and blue.

If he pulled up the sleeves of his hoody you could see the track marks that adorn his veins, and the dark bruised entry on the inside of each elbow that helped make the scars.
Bio/Background/Etc: At one time Riley was on the right track. He was your every time honor roll kid who didn't let much hold him back. His ambitions were high, and his dreams even higher. But it was stressful, every day the pressures of being the best he could be would weigh on him, and one day he took the advice of the wrong person. That for the properly genius only substances can make you ignorant enough to calm down.

Enter drugs. Alcohol came to calm his nerves, and honestly that was fine, he knew how to pace that. Marajuana helped with that too, and he was still on the perfect track to valedictorian. Neither quite opened the gate for him, but as he slowed he started to slack, and he needed other substances to help himself speed back up. Enter the uppers to keep his brain active when he wasn't on weed and alcohol. Enter the downers when he accidentally hit too many uppers.

Juggling this was unhealthy, and people were starting to notice. He still somehow was the cast iron brick well on his way to being the top of his class, but with his health in steep decline someone finally took to find out why.

When they did he was disgraced. He lost his chance to be the best, he was forced into rehabilitation, he was forced to hold up court dates that, thanks to advancing past his 18th birthday, became a part of his permanent record. He couldn't get a job. He couldn't finish school. He couldn't live like a normal person.

So he kept sliding down.

Years have passed since that first breakdown and he has been on damn near everything. His world turned to any means to get what still kept him on a level plain these days. Riley was a despondent apathetic bastard who figured the world had shit all it could on his head, and he had truly reached the bottom of the barrel.

Of course, that only invited it to get worse.

Monster Name: Fiend
Appearance: The lower half of Riley's body forces itself together and elongates, growing scales and taking a snakelike appearance. His upper body is adorned in a dark coat, with a hood that obscures his face. His hands, reaching from the coat, have had their fingers replaced with syringes with huge large bore needles. His face is darkened aside from his teeth which have become a mangled set of syringes filled with a strange glowing liquid that varies in color depending on what is supposed to be in there.
Abilities/Powers:
~Substance Abuse: His teeth can deliver a payload of drugs into his enemies if they are bitten, as of now he only has one drug available. It is a powerful tranquilizer that can cause severe sluggishness to outright comatose symptoms in humans to mild sluggishness or nothing to various paradoxes. If multiple doses can be delivered to a human it can cause an overdose which can be fatal, the same can also be given to a paradox, but due to their resilience it must be done very rapidly or else their bodies will work through the drugs before such a thing is possible.
~Delivery: While the hand syringes don't have any drugs they can be thrown at an enemy and will always grow back in a few seconds. As such he can't quite get rapid fire, but he'll still do some damage as the large bore needles are not self sealing and can cause serious blood loss if they hit the right place.

DRUGS.

[Teal Mage]

The timing of Overcast's character amuses me. Mostly because our's have similar backstories, but very different results. Anyway, since the majority of you have decided to play average and unremarkable people, especially appearance-wise, I've decided to go all Mary-Sue on you and play a striking and totally remarkable person. Screw average! You can all learn from this.

Not sure if Toast will be alright with the abilities - will scale it back if he likes. I did try to keep some internal balance within the powers, however, I might be trying to get too much bang for my buck still. Say the word and consider the power scaled back. *nods sagely*

Name: Asher Brightman
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Leanly muscled and broad shouldered, stands at 5'9, pale skinned, with green eyes. Fine, straight raven (blue-black) hair extends just past his shoulders. Effeminate enough to pass for a girl in any light, Asher can be described as striking, beautiful or handsome - he's very attractive. Dresses well, with a preference for more causal clothes, dark jeans and silver chains. Usually seen in a jacket of some as well.

Bio/Background/Etc: Child of a pair of high paid Federal Bureau of Investigation Agents, Asher spent the early years of his life raised alternatingly by his mother and father - one of them stayed home while the other left Hamington on work. His older sister, who works as an Police Investigator in Hamington now, took over babysitting him when she turned eighteen and the pair still live together. Its rare for Asher's parents to be home now.

Some kids would feel a degree of parental abandonment from this treatment, but Asher's a surprisingly well adapted man. He took the position of Valedictorian in his High School Class, and has since gone on to consistently wind up on the Honours List of Hamington's College, where he's studying to be a Lawyer. On the side, Asher also takes martial arts lessons and, though he isn't a black belt yet, is getting to be quite good at it. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he doesn't spend much time with people his own age, and is closest to his sister.

Recently, he's been blacking out a lot. He's not sure if its because he's just over-worked, tired or because he had too much to drink at the time (he's a light-weight), but since he wakes up in his own bed each morning, sore all over, but otherwise fine, he doesn't think anything of it. Other than not eating much lately, there's been no signs that he's a Paradox! It helps that he doesn't remember the transformations - or that he's killed someone every time its happened. Life's pretty good otherwise!

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Notes:

• Paradox Form ditched until further notice, on permission from Sah DM. Will be added once I transform the first time in-game, and finalize the new form.

[Riin Whitewind]

Originally Posted by Overcast

Yes, I am playing The Slender Man.

Really?

... Really?

Dude.

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

Yep, definately going to be a dark, dark game.