*Vague City: People and Places
*SP City/Stickpage City/Sierra Pines City/Whatever you call it
So! Every so often there's talk of universe building and all that jazz within the wRHG, and a lot of us seem to have a central location, specifically named or otherwise. This isn't so much NOW WE'RE ALL CONNECTED, MWAHAHA, but more, this is what you'd run into in [person's] Vague City. If we can reference the characters sweet, but I'm not trying to imply we needed to. Think of it more as a character dump, but only reoccurring characters outside of the Possibilities tab.
If there's another category you think should be added, just let me know!
Job: Fate’s Motel Owner, inherited fr
om her parents
Appearance: Annabelle stands at 5’4” with bright green eyes and vibrant red hair, typically straight and draped over her shoulder. She likes wearing long, colorful dresses that cover her from neck to ankles. Although she leans from makeup, she does like wearing eye shadow on good days, usually some shade of green. Other days, bags under her eyes can be apparent, with her business barely staying alive she has to do almost all of jobs herself, her only ‘workers’ having a day a week, if that, when she’s feeling burnt out.
Personality: Working with people, a chunk of Annabelle’s job is smiling at strangers, however most of these are insincere. She’s highly suspicious of most people who walk through her doors, given her location and the type of people who are drawn to Fate’s. She feels like she’s doing nothing in her life and craves meaning and adventure, but she lacks the time and funds to runaway. She doesn’t like her job, but her parents’ marriage was a mess, and working was the easiest way to avoid the shouting. She lives in the first room next to the lobby and knows fully well no one in their right mind would buy the place. In the off chance someone made her an offer, her natural suspicious would arise.
Affiliations: Serif Winters (Associate/Resident)
Alexander Acen Aas (Disliked classmate)
About: Annabelle grew up with her parent’s marriage falling apart, and her father’s motel felt like the only place she could avoid it. She was able to convince her parents to take in a stray dog, which she named Beast, and was the bulk of the reason why she came to the house instead of the motel. Her parents were trying to stay together for her, but with house continually feeling tense and toxic, she buried herself in her schoolwork or the motel. Business took a slow descent when her parents drama slowly wormed its way into Fate’s, but when her father was caught having an affair in one of the rooms, they made a huge scene, making both the news and newspapers. The divorce became finalized shortly after she had an affair to get revenge on him. He kept the motel, she kept the house, and Annabelle decided to stay local. When she found out her father was planning to liquidate, she asked to take it over, which he only allowed after a year of no interest from any buyers. She lived there more than home, and became estranged from both parents after they remarried.
Recently, she’s taken interest in a local gladiator and the kidnapping case that surrounds him. She doesn’t strike him as a prince charming or even that good of a person, but he’s still trying to do the right thing and save a little girl. It’s not much, but the help he desperately needs gives her a shred of purpose,
just enough for her to cling to.
Job: Ace’n the Hole Entertainment/Fre
ddy Xeno: Party Magician
General Stuff:
Alex stands at 5’10 an
d is slightly toned as far as his build is concerned. His head leans towards a diamond shape and he has dimples, as well as buzzed black hair with a faint widow’s peak. He’s Caucasian with a healthy tan and a bit of a beard and looks his age at 22. His eyes are naturally light brown, but half the time he just leaves his amethyst contacts in.
On Stage/Air:
When he’s ready to put on a performance, an eggplant purple trench coat nearly dragging along the ground dominates his apparel, left open and revealing a faded gold collared shirt and detachable white tie. It’s typically matched with a white slacks, and black work boots.
While the inside of his jacket matches his eyes, he wears fingerless gloves the same color of his dress shirt. Keeping a consistent scheme, his slanted fedora follows suit as well. The outside is the same color as his coat while the inside and bottom match his eyes. It’s band matches his shirt, but the left side has a long, amethyst feather as well. In addition, he is always clean shaven for his shows and performances.
On the Street/Home
Otherwise, he lets it grow out. Other than that, he dresses for comfort. Just a normal T-shirt and jeans sums him up pretty well, but he might drop down to shorts in the summer or upgrade to a jacket when it gets chilly.[/spoiler]
Alex is a confident young lad in the mid
st of experiencing severe denial regarding his being in the impenetrable friendzone with his attempted girlfriend for the past eight years. When he does things he gives his all, and although he takes his work seriously, he does enjoy having his fair share of fun. He tries to be there for his friends, but during the hard times, often opts with a phone call or text rather than a visit. He has sarcastic tendencies and winds up in trouble fairly often, but is good with kids and likes making people laugh. With the bulk of his work being gigs, he has a good filter when it comes to swearing and bite his silver tongue when he needs to, but unless it’s for work, he’d rather not.[/spoiler]
The son of a prosecutor, Alex grew up un
der quite a bit of scrutiny, continually being shoved to follow his father’s footsteps in the law, but with all the rules his dad put in place, he prefered breaking them, or at least bending them. One thing he did pick up from his dad, however, was a tendency for learning mysteries. This mostly festered in the form of card tricks, slowly growing into more elaborate illusions and dextrous plays. By high school he was able to put on small shows, but with magic tricks being the type of thing that would get his ass kicked, he picked up a sport, soccer specifically, to break even. From there, some of his teammates introduced him to weed, which in turn caused a shitshow at home. With the threat of being kicked out, Alex grew defiant and sarcastic in his home life and wound up fucking up. Finding pot in his room, his dad kept his word and Alex began living couch to couch.
Trying not to overstay his welcome anywhere, he tried finding a job, which, unfortunately, took form as a moonshine operation. Between card bets and selling booze, he was eventually able to save up enough money to buy a large van to live out of, as well as a gym membership for a place to shower. After graduating he tried going clean, but with just a high school diploma he lacked many options. Fiddling with his cards in a park he was able to draw small crowds, but it wasn’t until he was compared to a party magician that the thought he could make a job out of it. He’s since been living gig to gig. [/spoiler]
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Appearance: Being a deity (more like an
embodiment actually), Death holds a massive presence when in a room. His actual height is unknown, as he can take on whatever form he wants, but usually appears as a seven and a half foot tall man wrapped up in a billowing black cloak. His hands are almost skeletal, with a thin film of gray skin covering the stark white bones underneath. His scythe is not constantly held in hand, rather materializing in his hand when he calls for it. This weapon of his has a handle carved from an oak tree and stands around eight feet tall, taller than Death, with a five foot long, crescent shaped blade extending from the top. Death has never shown his face, and no one, not even Abbas, has seen under the cloak, as, looking inside said cloak, only reveals a swirling pool of darkness.
Personality: Being the god dedicated to collecting peoples' souls, Death is cold, calculating and above all relentless. He will never stop in his pursuit of a man or woman's soul, even if they're out of his reach, as to say they've attained some way to cheat death and live on. This is, in his eyes, unacceptable and will do anything to claim the offending person's spirit, usually through combat.
Associations: Al-Abbas min Filastin (Sworn Enemy)
Background: Born from the first action of murder committed thousands of years ago, Death has existed since the first man was struck down. The immortal being exists only to collect souls from those who pass from the physical life and bring them into his own possession. Death is the eldest of all his deity brothers and sisters, having reigned over them as their undisputed leader since the dawn of his and their existence.
He currently haunts Al-Abbas min Filastin with visits and visions, trying to cause him grief and to force him to succumb to Death's wish of possessing his soul.[/spoiler]
Legal: Jeremiah Seeley Bytheway
Often U
ncorrected: Jeremiah Seeley
Alias: Sandman (Military/Crime)
Preferred: Miah/Sandman
From Cassidy Hayden Jones: Stranger/Sandman
From Blair Angelica Bytheway: Dad/dy/Sandy (Public)
Uriah Lance Fletcher: Wraith
Cassidy Hayden Jones: Doll
Blair Angel
ica Bytheway: Angel/Blair
Uriah Lance Fletcher: Fletcher
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Miah is custom built in ways that echo
his past. Standing at 5’10”, his body has a slight ‘v’ shape with the definition of a lightweight MMA fighter. He has a round head with a short dark brown buzz cut and beard of equal length, sans neck. His right eye has a brilliant bronze, almost gold, iris with a birthmark just below the center of his eyelid, like it was poked with a brown sharpie, while his left eye is a deep navy blue. When he’s not wearing sleeves, a machine like tattoo dominates his entire right arm, coating it entirely from shoulder and bleeding into his wrist.
Clothing wise, he’s always liked contrast. Unless heat prevents him from wearing it, he’ll wear an unbuttoned monotone dress shirt (typically black or white) like a jacket, draping over a decorative T-shirt, be it anything from tie-dye to a pattern, to a shirt his daughter picked him up from a concert she saw. Without the dress shirt, they’re much closer to plain, although he does have a soft spot Las Vegas souvenir shirts, specifically ones only featuring the ‘Welcome’ sign.
Regardless, he always wears a silver watch on his left wrist and his old dog tags. The tags can vary between being tucked in his shirt or dangling outside. A keen eye may notice that unlike current tags, next of kin is displayed and SSN isn’t, but a keener (and historian) eye could date it to WWII.
JEREMIAH C BYTHEWAY
19877564 T42 43 O
RO
SCOE BYTHEWAY
S LAS VEGAS BLVD
LAS VEGAS. NV[/spoiler][/spoiler]
Miah has above average strength, speed,
stamina and agility. He puts a great deal of work into staying in shape, and while he may not be an Olympian, he’d be about on par with a professional athlete. He has military training with firearms and in hand to hand combat, in addition to experience in underground fights. Miah has a high pain tolerance and is especially adept with his right arm and with kicks, able to dispatch most inexperienced foes with the left behind his back. In addition, he’s scrappy.
Growing up in a rough place, he wouldn’t hesitate to make anything a brutal weapon if the situation called for it, and from his (long) stint of bank jobs, he’s picked up on how not to be seen and has nimble fingers. Picking a lock or swiping a wallet come naturally to him now.
Miah keeps a set of brass knuckles on hi
s person at all times in addition to a conceal-carried Colt M1911 .45 pistol. At home, he has an M1 Carbine in the attic. His shoes have steel toes and he wears a bulletproof compression vest under his top(s). He also has a few bobby pins in his pockets.
Miah can see and hear lingering spirits.
He can also engage with them without requiring any special enchantment.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
Miah is absolute trash with his left han
d. Basic motor functions are alright at the best, but activities like throwing, writing, or anything mild precision essentially leaves him one handed.
Miah doesn’t exactly go out planning g
unfights. He carries a gun, it’s loaded, but he doesn’t have any more than the seven shots on him. Additionally, he’d be hesitant to use, but mostly because open firing would draw a lot of attention to him, police or otherwise. Also, his rifle is at home, so unless you’re fighting there, you won’t see it.[/spoiler]
Miah can only see the dead with his left
eye, and from shoulder down, his left arm can’t touch them.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
Not all ghosts are friendly, with some e
ven hunting those that can see them.
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Miah operates primarily on challenge, i
mpulse and amusement. If he wants to do something, he does it, legality be damned. Right and wrong are a blurry line to him, he views the material aspect of life as a mere collection of things, which in the scheme of things, ultimately don’t matter. He’s proud of his stuff, but it’s stuff. As a result, other people (that he doesn’t like) overreacting (as he sees it) to the loss or damage of these things can be quite hilarious. For example, when it comes to driving with other cars, he doesn’t break if he has right of way or take the foot off the gas for that matter. As a result, he’s gotten progressively better at both buffing out his car and attaching replacement parts on his own.
As far as his emotions go, he doesn’t reach any extremes, or at least not high extremes. It takes a lot to make him furious, but when he crosses the line, he fucking
crosses it. Having killed people in the military, killed a man in self defense outside of it, and then been murdered only to be a ghost for 70 years, has dulled to a sphere the ramifications he feels from it, provided it’s not one of the few close people to him. Call girls and kids being targeted are easy ways to rile him up however, while organized crime ties would make him
love to have an excuse to break some bones.
He has sarcastic tendencies and while he’s not one to jump off buildings, is a bit fearless due to see above reasons and his nerves do function, albeit weakly, so he doesn’t go out of his way to hurt himself either. Being morally flexible, people tend not to get close and stay close to him, but when they do, he tries not to lose them, although he doesn’t make much effort to change his ways. He has money, but money just buys stuff, and because bigger houses just yield more chores, hasn’t upgraded his middle class one. Miah also has rampant distrust of technology, and while he did cave and buy a cell phone, it’s a flip, not a smart phone. He owns an old computer he can barely operate and struggles with understanding things such as social media. On the flip side, old slang sometimes slips in his sentences, and while at times he’s aware what he’s saying is dated, you’re all wet if you think that’ll stop him.
One thing that does irk Miah however, is that he can’t take credit
