Coffee-Tastic Posted March 16, 2016 Share Posted March 16, 2016 Name: Aiken Frankenstein Age: 24 Height: 5ft 10in Hair: Purple, just above the shoulder length hair he pins and clips all the time Sexuality: Bisexual Eyes: Lilac Personality: Determined, creative and independent. Aiken always dreams and does his best to make them reality, sometimes being realistic and sometimes being unrealistic. Aiken is not clumsy and always tries to get tasks done as effectively as possible. He is very critical of his own work, often scrapping his ideas before ever completing them. Bio: Because he lived a clique story of being a child raised by his mother after a divorce, his dad barely being present around in his life, he doesn't feel like he is troubled or heartbroken from a torn family at all. He lived his life normally, respecting his mother and not caring about his dad since he rarely showed his face much anyways. His interest in making and designing clothes pushed him farther away from what he heard his dad liked, which was science. He couldn't care any less about those things and mostly forgot all about that and his dad entirely as he got older and got a place away from home, having to deal with more important things. Aiken was like that until many years later, even after his mother's passing, he got a letter in the mail concerning what was on his father's will. He inherited his home and everything inside of it. He wouldn't normally take it since he had no connection to this place whatsoever, but at the time, the place he lived in was not great and he was struggling to get by because he has yet to catch a break with his designs. Likes: Fashion, small dogs, reading magazines to get inspiration, decorating the thing he bakes and sewing Dislikes: Ghosts, dry foods, pinning needles his hand by mistake (he got accustomed to wearing gloves to lessen the pain because of it), losing his belongings and creative blocks A big house wasn't at all what he'd think his dad would give him as a "going away forever gift", But he couldn't complain from the kind of situation he was in. Living right in the city was expensive and even his small apartment was costly. In that small place, things got cluttered up fast and for a guy who seems to have little invisible demons around him that hide his things out of the blue, clutter wasn't a very good thing. He had tons of fabrics, scrapped sketches and the I'll save it for later sketches and all of his supplies all over the place, so much he almost had piled up more things on his mail. When he read the letter about his inheritance and thought about it, he was glad it didn't end up lost in all of his things. "For once in my life... Thank you dad," he said on moving day. All of his belongings, minus the furniture because he wouldn't need it, had been boxed up and were driven out by a moving van just a day ago, so when he got to the house, all of his precious things would be there waiting for him. Aiken drove out away from the city streets and ended up in his new town after an hour. It was a nice place, he had to admit. It wasn't as busy as the inner city, but it wasn't at all like some rural place. There was a schools in this district, a shopping mall, super store... everything he needed apart from his job as an assistant at a design sales office. It wasn't a big company, not one that he hoped to impress like the bigger names, but it was a good start and he felt lucky to have gotten the job so soon after finishing college. This place that he'd be living at, he's never been there in person, he never had to because of the obvious reason that he wasn't connected with his dad in any way, he didn't even feel any heart-wrenching sadness from hearing that he had passed away. He had to google the address online and see what the place looked like himself. It was a pretty big place, he didn't even think his dad had that kind of money... It looked like it was built a long time ago, but had some renovations done to it to give it some modern look to it. He didn't want to admit it, but the home had a charm to it that he liked. Aiken definitely felt like an hour's commute to and from work was worth it. It wasn't like he had much of a better choice though. He was glad to like it than have any reason to complain. The only thing he wasn't sure what to think about was the fact the movers had told him there might be a ghost or something living somewhere because they heard noises. It wasn't any of their business to investigate, so they didn't inspect. He was not thankful with the term they used, ghost, since this was an old home already and his father just recently died in it. He hoped it was just a family of raccoon that was moving around because of the disturbance of the guys coming in. He really hoped so. All those ghost shows he watched as a kid rooted a deep fear for anything spooky and supernatural, if there was a ghost in the house, he wouldn't have idea idea of what to do. Aiken got to the new house just before the sun started to go down, he came in the house and was glad to see four medium sized boxed in the living room, unopened and undamaged. Surveying the main floor, he quietly admired the older look of the furniture as well. This was all so different from how futuristic the path of designs seemed to be going down now, like his new house was two steps behind on the new world. Still. It had a good charm, he could see himself keeping some things, adding in new furniture, polish the wood floor with shine... He wouldn't be able to do all of that on his own whatsoever. All of his good friends were still in the city, they probably wouldn't want to come all the way out here to help on their busy schedules. Sighing, the purple haired man sat on one of his boxes and sighed, "So much to unpack..." And he'd better get started too, but he was just driving for so long he needed a break. Aiken would find a room with good lighting and use it for his design work, put everything in a reasonable place and do as much of that as he could before going to bed. He chose to move out here on Friday so he could have the weekend to get settled, he knew he'd be drained of energy if he was doing all of this while he still had work in the day. He was no miracle worker, far from it. "Just a little longer," muttering to himself, he took off his sweater and dropped it on the box next to him, taking a deep breath while leaning back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necrophile666 Posted March 16, 2016 Share Posted March 16, 2016 Name: Ciro Age: Deceased. (Though it looks like he passed in his late teens to early twenties) Height: 5' 8" Hair: Black Eyes: Hazel Personality: Out of touch with people and the world. Distrustful, easily spooked. He's skeptical of everyone, certain there's some kind of ulterior motive. He's not certain who he is, which makes him all the more uncertain about others. Although he is easily curious as well, probably the kind of person not to think twice about going into an abandoned, haunted building. (keyword is abandoned) He's totally the type of person who saves earthworms and spiders, though. Bio: Ciro awoke to a dark and damp air. It was dark, and he stayed there, very still, on the slab of cold stone beneath him. It was extremely quiet as he laid there for a long while. When he finally moved he found himself attached to several wires and tubing, which he slowly tore away from himself. All he's known for the time he's been re-alive is the cold, dark concrete room and the strange contraptions inside it. He can't remember much, other than being disturbed, possibly a surgeons face and light. Though light might just be a figment of his imagination. Likes: Food. Definitely Cheerios. Animals. Dislikes: Fast or sudden movements. The dark or more specifically feeling trapped in it. Ciro was becoming accustomed to the stillness and the quiet of his dark prison. Surely it was hell, perhaps he hadn't even been worth a meeting with the Devil, and instead ended up dumped in a storage room. Though the equipment made it seem a little more important than a storage room. Who kept a stone table? There were strange accouterments as well, such as the metal trays, sharp objects, tubing... Medical equipment, though Ciro wasn't certain of that. He wasn't certain how he knew that either, but he had all the time in the world to think. Time just kept stretching on, and at first, he though something would surely happen, a door somewhere would open. However, after what he thought could have been months, he felt it was truly damnation in complete darkness. It wasn't entirely bad, at least as Ciro adjusted. Visibility remained low, though wasn't entirely impossible. He thought perhaps the boredom was the worst of it. Though, as he began feeling around the room, identifying his new environment, he became aware that there actually was a door there. A huge, heavy, metal door. There was a handle, which, out of desperation, he tried turning over and over again to no avail. He felt like a mad man once he discovered the door. He went through periods of calmness, pretending it wasn't there, and then there entirely frantic moments where he tried throwing his entire self against the door, pleading for it to open. Eventually, just as he thought eternity there was an absolute, he heard shuffling from above. It was startling, causing him to, at one point, back into a metal side table and let out a shrill cry as he fell. When he recovered, he found himself unsure he wanted to meet whoever moved around above. Perhaps they could help, or perhaps they would make things all the worse. Maybe he should just be grateful all he faced just then was the darkness. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coffee-Tastic Posted March 17, 2016 Author Share Posted March 17, 2016 It was silent aside from his last mutter, the house was empty with not even the sound of outside coming in, which is how his ears picked up a sound from somewhere inside. He prayed it was some animal that the movers were talking about, but what he heard was no raccoon, he couldn't tell himself that otherwise and that caused him to become white. "D...Dad?" Aiken whispered as he got up, the purple of his eyes looking around. The sound though, it didn't seem like it came from upstairs. It didn't sound like it came from nearby either. The man walked deeper in the house, into the dining room and kitchen area, "Hello? Hellooo?" Calling out, Aiken really wondered if there was a ghost, that it would be his father. If his dad hadn't tried to contact him ever before, he certainly wouldn't do it after he's dead, when he could be doing something better with his time. What if it was an animal? If it was, he had no idea where it could be. The walls? That thought came by when he knocked on the kitchen wall to her if it was hollow. "Its just too quiet in there, that's all..."It was those damn movers how put that paranoia in him. It was an old house, it wasn't unheard of to hear it creak and make sounds on it's own every once in a while. If it actually was just an animal, all he had to do was put up traps or call animal control. Living here was supposed to be easier for him. Aiken wondering everyday if there were ghosts in the house was just ridiculous. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necrophile666 Posted March 18, 2016 Share Posted March 18, 2016 Ciro carefully placed himself with his back to the door. He tried to rationalise the situation. Even if it had been a long while, it was possible for there to be other people out there, or so he hoped. Perhaps those noises had always occurred. Yeah, that was it. They'd always been there, he'd just never been paying close enough attention to hear them. It would all just continue as it was. When he finally stood, he tried the handle again, out of habit. He gave it a few rough turns before pausing, perhaps when there were other things out there he didn't necessarily want that door open. He moved to take a seat on the stone table, legs crossed as he sat and watched at least the general direction of the door. He listened, making himself absolutely silent as he payed extreme attention to above. He thought he could hear something different, but he again told himself it had always been there... Right? If it was new though... Perhaps he could figure it out, there might be a simple trick to it. Ciro reached out and pushed one of the metal side tables, sending it wheeling into a wall, then he used a little more force with an IV pole, letting it collide noisily with the concrete floor. He'd knocked things around before, tried ramming things into the door, never had he gotten a reaction to it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coffee-Tastic Posted March 18, 2016 Author Share Posted March 18, 2016 At first, he didn't think there'd be much of an actual response but he was wrong. There was a bang, then clanks and a bunch of noise coming from somewhere he couldn't even point out. He was hearing it and this kind of thing, he wasn't sure if it was a small little animal anymore at all. Aiken backed up from the wall, looking around to try and tell where this was all coming from, which lead him to a tiny closet next to the pantry. It was empty, but he was sure that the noise was coming from here. Not this closet exactly, but behind it. He looked around him before entering it, knocking on the end of the closet. It was a lot more hollow than the kitchen walls. "... What the hell..." He muttered, taking a step back, "Please don't let this be a bad idea." That noise was something, that was the truth. He couldn't just ignore it so... Aiken closed his eyes and kicked his foot into the wall, his whole leg going through as if it was just a slightly harder version of cardboard. He yelped and quickly back up more, looking through the big hole he made. There was more to this small closet, and judging by cold air coming out of it, this probably wasn't a closet. "Dad... What the hell were you doing here..." Gulping, he used his hands, ripping at the broken fabricated wall, getting a big chunk of that fake wall off. There was more to this space, looking into it, there were actually stairs that went down. The deed didn't say there was a basement, that was the creepy part. He stepped foreword into the space, his head hitting the chain that turned on a light. Aiken had goosebumps all over him right now. This was something that would happen in one of those ghost movies. Clicking on the light, the stairs became illuminated with a few light bulbs on the way down. And down below was a steel door. "Ahh, can I nope out of this one," he backed away and dusted off his hands on his clothes, his face still as white as a ghost, "This really is a living horror movie..." He didn't want to go down. He didn't know what was there... "Hello?!" He called out, taking a small step closer again, "I-Is there somebody down in there?!" This secret area obviously wasn't found before. If it was, it would have ended up on the information about this place. The property was two floors, three bedrooms, two bathrooms and a small attic space. There WAS no basement. That meant this place has been sealed off like this for at least two weeks. Two. Weeks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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