Is there a limit to how many characters can be in play or is everything thing going to be filtered by Veir?

So this is what God created next?

Quote from Habib

Ghost Howl
GRAMMAR GONNA BE BAD

Real World
Name:Flint Mc Burnett
Appearance:Red hair and Blue eyes,he stands about 5,5 ,he wears dark grey suit that have a single little pocket on the left corner chest,and he wears black classic jeans.
Slight Backstory:Flint, a teenager who was always bored with his life. He always slept in his room and was reluctant to get along with people. Once, he saw a strange box under his bed. It is a box full of weapons. He only took two Tomahawks and Thompson machine gun. And he wants to start his journey because he was bored of relaxing on his bed.
Personality:Silent guy,Hate bad people,When he bored he will do a practice shooting in quiet place.
Attributes:His Brain is full of knowlege,that means he is smart,and he is strong guy
Weapons/Equipments:A double Tomahawks and Thompson Machine Gun

Dream World
Name:Flint Mc Burnett
Appearance:Red hair and Blue eyes,he stands about 5,5 ,he wears black that have a single little pocket on the left corner chest,and he wears dark grey classic jeans.And he wears a Glove that only used for holding a strange stuff.
Slight Backstory:Flint, a teenager who was always bored with his life. He training in the forest to improve his fight techniques,after training he will continue his journey.
Personality:Silent guy,Serious in battle and fight,"Talk Less Do More"guy,Gonna kill his opponents if he thought it was a hard guy.
Attributes:His Brain is full of knowlege,that means he can make a GREAT plan,he is good at trap his enemy.And he is a fast guy
Weapons/Equipments:A double Tomahawks and Thompson Machine Gun

NOTE:MAH PLACE IS "LOW INTERNET CONNECTION"AREA,SO MAY I'LL BE INACTIVE FOR A MOMENT

I was accepting 12 people. Since you had some mistakes in your character sheet (your weapons are all messed up. You have two instances of full weaponry) then I'll have to skip yours and accept Aquila. So that's a full roster and I'm gonna be starting very soon.

Official starting post:

Klein Prizmus looked out the window of his home, his fire place burning behind him. Outside a fancy looking vehicle sped towards a large mansion on a hill. He had heard that a prestigious party was being held for the wealthier members of the community. Turning back from the window, the pyromaniac reached for the most recent book he had borrowed. It was a simple hardback with strange markings on it.

Kegin Coal sat quietly on a park bench. The dreary gray sky above mirroring his mood. He preferred to spend time away from home, ever since the incident, but unfortunately he had no where else to really go. Resting on the park bench the miner contemplated his next move.

Strazta Enford stepped off of the train onto the station platform. He carried with him a large suitcase containing his weapon. Looking around, Strazta began marching towards the last area reported to have been tampering with the occult. If he remembered correctly, the homestead was on the opposite side of the park. A miner's family had been sacrificed by cultists here. It seemed like a logical place to begin searching for these dimensional phenomena.

Gerald Crow marched down the main street of Hollow Pines, moving towards the home of the most recent victims. He swiftly entered the park where he saw only a single being sitting on a bench. It made sense, it was not the nicest day to sit outdoors. However he also knew the home was in this area, but he didn't know where.

Seven lurked in an alleyway, watching the widowed miner resting on a park bench. He knew that the man's family had been recently massacred by the occult worshipers. However an odd man wearing a roman helmet and carrying a large shield had now entered his sight and was staring at the miner.

Zoe Fitzroy pranced around the party. Wealthy noblemen and women conversed all around her as she carelessly stepped on feet, eliciting sharp intakes of pain from nearby guests. The ball had been going on for nearly two hours now, and she hadn't really seen any one who interested her on the estate. She knew the property belonged to a man named Oliver Wilkens. A wealthy old man who, for the longest time, had sealed himself away from the rest of civilization. After her family had received the invitation to his ball how could they decline? The mansion resided at the top of a hill surrounded by woods. It was directly north of the main town and the property itself was quite large, even by her standards.

Dr. Tavrin Wolvera Luen sped in his newest automobile towards the mansion. He knew he was late, but fashionably so. He arrived on the Wilkens property and parked his vehicle carefully to itself. There were very few other automobiles here, most everyone had seemed to arrive by carriage. Stepping out, the young handsome man made his way towards the door, twirling his cane. Stepping inside he was greeted with several different pleasant aromas. Many wealthy guests were milling about and conversing with each other. It was indeed quite the party.

Karl Edmond arrived in Hollow Pines by train, stepping off of the transportation while taking a swig from his flask. Rumors had spread among the more reliable sailors of extreme danger in this small town. But danger was always accompanied with excitement, and Karl was greatly looking forward to it. However he had no exact plans as to where to go from the station.

Frost Langston had been employed by one of the survivors from a previous family. Their family had gone completely missing, no note, no blood, nothing. Having very little to go on, detective Langston was eager to get to the most recent attack on a family. Apparently the family of a miner had been murdered by cultists, and with luck the scene would give details as to the grisly attacks. Maybe through this he could find the previous family's whereabouts. He began his walk to the park, where the miner had lived near.

Chell Stravinsky checked over the information in her mind. A cult had murdered a miner's family and apparently it was messy. A messy attack like that would of left plenty of clues for her to follow to the cult's location. The report had stated that the family had lived near the park and that it would be nearly impossible for her to miss it when she got there. Stepping off the train, Chell made her way towards the center of town, where the park resided.

Vitaliy Isaak stepped off of the train onto the station platform. Train rides bored him, and he would of preferred to travel by boat. But the town was a fair distance away from a port, and he knew that even stranger occurrences were taking place in that strange port town. Pushing his thoughts aside he noticed several people making their way towards the center of town, heading for what he knew to be the park.

Zachary Gruenswald knew that one of the largest of the cults had recently attacked a miner's family in the center of town. He wondered if he should check it out since he was already only a block away from the park very near where the murders had taken place.

Tavrin certainly enjoyed being at parties. Connections were life, after all, and these were the places where they were made. He made note of the house's furnishings -- luxurious enough, though in a Glided Age style rather than the popular styles in which he himself was so well versed. He recognized everyone, of course...that was the foundation of his life, knowing people. Many of them knew him as well, some greeted him jovially in recognition of past relations, while others carefully avoided him...also in recognition of past relations.

He noticed that the Princess Fitzroy was here as well...and interesting circumstance, considering this was America. He had not made connections with the Fitzroy family yet, so this would be as good a time as any to see if the daughter would be useful. If anything she could at least be his link to her father. With this in mind, he worked his way towards the young woman. She was certainly an attractive specimen, though not especially striking. Still, he was quite well aware of the rumors the swirled about her...and he knew that most of them were probably true. Before he could reach her, however, she reached him, stepping on his foot. She weighed so little it did not matter, but it seemed deliberate. Thus he deliberately bumped her off balance subtly, then when he grabbed her arm to steady her like a gentleman would, he made sure to put a slight bit of pressure on the nerve on the underside of her bicep.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry, Princess Fitzroy! Forgive me for bumping into you so rudely...I didn't even notice you! I give my most sincere apologies."

He bowed politely, steel cane to one side, the stood and looked at her in a most genuine manner, quite pleased with himself. "Might I ask what brings you across the Atlantic to the Wilkens' Estate?"

Gaius of Rome needed answers, he needed to learn more about what he had heard so all the murdered would not go unavenged. He would see to that. As he entered the park near the home, he spotted a seated figure. He grew wary with each passing step, sensing an air of danger emanating from the man.
With thoughts of possible combat scenarios playing out in his head, Gaius, Gerald's second personality, slowly approached the seated being, entering a casually defensive position with his shield, preparing for the person to attack. As he stepped forward, a twig snapped beneath his feet, generating a resounding crack that echoed off the emptiness of the park. The soldier grimaced at his carelessness. Using his sword hand, he lifted his helmet to its proper position and put his hand on his sword, ready to draw it at any signs of hostility.

"Haa!!!" she cried out, the beginning of a mad cackle. A wide brimmed smile stretch across her face from to cheek as her eyes thinned. She didn't seem to care that she had been knocked over, rather she seemed delighted.
"You shouldn't be so clumsy Mister," she joked, although her voice was laced with smidgens of malice. With her free hand, she slid it under the sash of her dress grabbing on to the Daisy's wooden handle.
"And don't be quick to latch on to a lady, you wouldn't want me to scream for the police would you?"

Kegin set solemn on the bench looking at the ground beneath, fighting his urge to weep away, images of his family and what they had flicked by in his mind like a endless montage.

If i had been there, if i could have protected them, if....if...if

He set still and silent as the gray clouds rolled above. It wasn't like him to be be down in the dumps like this, but he couldn't help as off late, with his recent lost.His thought was interrupted by the loud snapping of a nearby twig. Kegin looked towards the direction of the "snap" and saw a man standing there, looking towards Kegin, he waved to the wave and said,

"hello would you care to sit friend".

Klein leaned back into his chair and sighed. He stared into the fireplace, mesmerized by the dancing flames. The majestic movement of the orange and yellow light dazzled the man before he gripped himself back to reality with the touch of leather beneath his fingertips. He gazed down to the book he had borrowed a few nights before, odd in nature he had thought it was.

For one thing, he was usually into medical science but he just finished a very thick one regarding outrageous theories on the weight of the soul: 21 grams and another on the effects of viral infections on the body. This book, was not a study nor a factual tome, it was more of the occult side of science with little truth in it. It surprised him that he picked it up and began to read the words inscribed inside, he barely understood most of it and in fact nearly thought of burning it in frustration [sometimes just because he had the urge to torch an object. He made due with scratch paper lying around].

The window drew his attention once more as he tried to ignore the sounds of crackling fire and embers calling to him. The party was being held right there, about an hour's walk. He wasn't wealthy however and his reputation for scorching several corpses on his case studies was more than likely burnt beyond repair so he doubted he'd ever be invited. Instead, he eased himself on a chair near the window and settled down to read the book.

He wasn't much of a people-person anyway.

Zach rubbed his eyes, he should take a nap... but the voices, it would bring back the voices. He grit his teeth, if he wasted time napping, it would also be harder to investigate the scene alone. He walked softly, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he walked with a purpose, quickly heading towards the park while keeping to the shadows created by the alcoves of the buildings. However as he drew close to the park, he saw two men by the bench and quickly stopped in his tracks. The boy swiftly shifted into the alleyway, away from their eyes. He knew where the house was, and although using the alleyways and fire ladders was an unorthodox route, it would let him avoid prying eyes. As he turned into the alleyway he came face to face with a suspicious-looking character to say the least. Dressed in black and hiding his face with a bandanna and a hat, Zachary decided just to walk past the man, pretending that he was absorbed in his own business so that hopefully he wouldn't bother him. He would have to walk through this alleyway and get to another one to reach the house with. With his plan resolved, he began walking past the mysterious man.

Arriving in front of the miner's house, Straz held his suitcase tighter and whispered to himself "Here we go..". He walked towards the broken and scratched door which was covered in yellow tape with a text saying "DO NOT CROSS", he took out a small knife out of his pocket and cut the tape. Each step that he did made a loud creak which echoed around the house.

The crime scene was very messy. Eldritch carvings, Shattered mirrors and signs of scratches and struggle were everywhere. He tried to examine the carvings on the walls, but it seemed like total rubbish to him. So he continued to roam around the place to find clues on where the struggle led to, until he found blood trails leading down to the basement. He walked down the stairs leading to the basement, the more that he was close to the basement, the more he could feel the atmosphere becoming more and more odd.
Finally at the basement, He sighed to what caught his eyes. "Just as i expected. They were used as sacrifices ."

A blood-drawn star with candles lit at the corners of each side filled the center of the room, making this the center of attraction in the basement. While there are blood stains at the walls.
Straz slowly walked closer to the star and took a closer look at it, while thinking what he could do to solve how to enter the other dimension. He stood up and searched around the room for an odd book. "There must be something around here." He mutters.

Chell made her way towards the park andante. Her mind focused on three very distinct words: miner, cult, sacrifice. The motive was obvious: the cult looked to kill the miner and his family because of their low status in society. Not a lot of attention to be drawn and still get the desired results. She began picturing the events, seeing the unarmed miner and his family scream in terror, as the members of the cult slowly and painfully butchered them. Chell suddenly stopped: there was the possibility that she would find a portal to the world she has been reading about. A portal towards the world where Xander was. That thought both scare her and motivate her. She firmly believed she was ready, but was she really? As she came back to senses, she noticed the miner's house just in front of her. She reached to the rifle strapped behind her back, unlatching one of the belts and pulling the firearm to her side. She then entered the house without hesitation.

She immediately noticed that the police tape was cut. Recently given the absence of dust on its sides. The crime scene was gruesome: blood and scratches everywhere, signs of struggle and resistance across the room. Chell's eyes jumped to the carvings on the wall. They were familiar; she had read about those in a book she had found during her research. Although she could not remember their meaning or purpose, she remembered their denomination: Eldritch carvings. She carefully moved across the rooms, looking for clues that could aid her in her quest. But apart from bestial marks of struggle, she did find anything of use.

Suddenly her walking brought Chell in front of a door leading downwards. Two details jumped to her eye: there were heavy blood marks leading down the stairs and the door was open. She slowly made her way down the stairs, attempting to make as little noise as possible. Her Enfield was ready to shoot. When she finally reached the bottom, the true crime scene was revealed to her: a sacrificial ring. A common person would have freaked out, but Chell remained impassible. Her eyes darted across the room, spotting a moving figure slightly masked in the darkness. Without second thought, she raised her weapon and shot a bullet at the wall, not very far away from the mysterious figure.

"Leave, or the next one will be in your skull." Chell threatened, kicking open the breech and letting the bullet pop out. The sudden silence that had been created was only disturbed by the sound of the breech being closed and another bullet sliding into the barrel.

Karl left the vehicle and took a long, nice stretch. Trains weren't his favorite mode of transportation, but it had to do this time. At least he learned something new from other passengers, as he spent almost his whole journey, talking to strangers. Most recent victim of these murders was a miner's family, or his wife and a daughter to be exact. Such a tragedy...

When he was done with his prolonged stretching, with his usual rakish smile on, he looked around. All these people rushing to the exit, everyone minding his own business, already late for some meeting or with an unstoppable desire to finally get home. He slowly followed the mob, taking his time, not to get pulled into this human soup. When he finally left the building, he looked up into the sky. It wasn't the nicest weather, but it could've been worse.

Some passengers mentioned that the poor fellow was living right next to the park, and that the police didn't even had time to clean up the mess, as they're still investigating. Probably a good place to start, only problem was...

"Where the hell is this park they were mumbling about? He stopped once more, looking around until his eyes found a pole, with a bunch of signs on it. One of them was pointing to the Park of...Karl didn't even read the name, and with a light step he proceeded in the direction. "Well isn't that convenient..."

Slow creaking sounds could be heard from above, but Straz ignored it and assumed it was just the wind, so he continued searching until a loud pop could be heard from behind. With a normal expression, Straz turned around to see a woman who seems to be holding the same firearm as he was holding inside his breifcase.
"I assume you were sent here to investigate as well." He waves his arm in the air, signaling to lower the gun. "Get a hold o' yourself there, mate." He points to the blood drawing on the floor. "We got bigger problems ove' here".

He stares at the woman and the very familiar gun she's aiming at him. "That's an Einfield, ain' it?"