Author Topic: Cormorant Island- Information and OOC thread. (Read 14244 times)

staticHD3 · « **Reply #20 on:** December 04, 2006, 12:19:46 PM »

Alright, I'll try to write them all up and PM you tonight or tomorrow.

Zahnnie · « **Reply #21 on:** December 07, 2006, 07:55:51 AM »

Name: Jennifer Corby. She does not answer to Jen, or Jenny, or anything like that. Just Jennifer.
Age: 9

Physical Description: Jennifer is a teensy wee girl with shoulder-length dark brown hair, straight as a ruler, and big, pale blue eyes. Her skin is light and freckly, and she wears blue jeans and a green-and-yellow swirly top and blue jacket. She looks just slightly off, like she's not paying attention to you or to anything; she doesn't make eye contact when she speaks to you, she never seems like she's listening. And she's very often fiddling with little bits of metal: heavy screws with bolts, or those little twisted-nail tavern puzzle things.

Personality: Jennifer is autistic, albeit relatively mildly so. She has trouble following fast-paced conversation, doesn't like to be touched, and has problems communicating. Her "comfort action" is fiddling with metal: when she is nervous or distressed, she will twist around tavern puzzles, or screw and unscrew one of the large bolts she has on her at all times. At home, she has a tub full of ball bearings that she likes to run her hands through.

She is quiet, awkward, and likes looking at the ocean more than she likes talking to people. Except maybe her father, but she doesn't even look him in the eyes when they speak.

History: Jennifer's story begins with her father, Joshua Corby, a single dad whose wife had died when their daughter was a toddler. A bit over two years ago, when Jennifer had just turned seven, Joshua went out in the morning to run a few errands. He didn't come home that night, or the night after. It wasn't until his manager called from the office (he was a work-from-home technical writer) asking where her father was and when he would start answering his e-mails that someone realized Jennifer was home alone, and had been for two days, unable to take the initiative of calling the police.

When they tracked him down, he'd killed a convenience store clerk in a gunpoint robbery and wounded two passersby, stolen a car, and made a run for it. They caught him asleep in his car by the side of the road.

No one really understood what had driven him to it: he'd been a really ordinary guy, dependable and everything. Money was tight for Joshua and Jennifer, but they were scraping by, and he could still afford her doctors and medication and special school. But when he appeared in court, looking broken and hopeless, all he could say was, "We needed the money." He was sentenced to twenty years, and Jennifer put into the care of the state.

Jennifer ended up with a foster family that had three other foster kids and not really enough time to take care of her. She continued with her special school but grew more and more withdrawn, much to the school's dismay. In an effort to stop the decline, they arranged for her to be able to visit her father every week. It seemed to help, but she still wouldn't talk to others without serious prodding.

Inventory:

Three heavy bolts, with a washer and nut on each one.
Four different small iron-ring tavern puzzles.
Plain lavender backpack.
Lunch bag containing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, orange, and juice box.
Jacket, gloves, and scarf.
Plastic cowboy figurine one of the other foster kids threw at her.
Ten flamethrowers (actually not)

Skills: Jennifer is small. Very small. She isn't strong or fast, but she can fit in small areas, and actually likes to do so. It's calming to her, like fiddling with her toys. She also tends to be hyper-focused and good with tavern-puzzles.

She doesn't get scared easily, mostly because she doesn't understand danger very well.

And she's pretty cute. That's about it.

Also, a brief thing about her dad, just for flavah. I'd prefer him to be an NPC type.
Name: Joshua Corby
Age: 34

Physical Description: Skinny, messy dark hair, dark eyes. Medium height. Pretty unremarkable. A little grizzly from not shaving.

Personality: Kind of a jerk. He doesn't really care about anyone except Jennifer (and himself).

Pix I shall also send you a few more things!

Pixie · « **Reply #22 on:** December 07, 2006, 08:07:07 AM »

I'll NPC him, and any other family members/related characters people want me to..... as long as you don't mind them being expendable.

My NPCs are mostly gonna be piiiiiiling up for the grisly deaths. ^_^

Zahnnie · « **Reply #23 on:** December 07, 2006, 08:20:04 AM »

I'm not sure if Jennifer would even react to her dad's grisly death... whoa.

Eh, it might be easier story-wise for him to horribly die. Hilarious!

Colesla · « **Reply #24 on:** December 07, 2006, 09:14:08 AM »

It's kinda crazy. Zahnie just gave a pretty good description of my little sister even down to the first name.

Zahnnie · « **Reply #25 on:** December 07, 2006, 09:30:14 AM »

It's because I'm in your hall closet RIGHT NOW.

Colesla · « **Reply #26 on:** December 07, 2006, 09:35:08 AM »

I looked. You weren't there. Besides how could you describe my sister from my hall closet? She's in another state. Unless... you're reading my mind and you can turn invisible.

Pixie · « **Reply #27 on:** December 07, 2006, 09:58:34 AM »

I wouldn't be surprised.

Zahnnie · « **Reply #28 on:** December 07, 2006, 10:09:34 AM »

Ummm...

*MYSTERIOUS*

Colesla · « **Reply #29 on:** December 07, 2006, 10:19:19 AM »

Hmm... I guess there are worse things than having an invisible chick who can read minds hanging out somewhere in your apartment...
Hey, you're not reading my mind right now are you? You're not supposed to see those thoughts.

Zahnnie · « **Reply #30 on:** December 07, 2006, 10:34:10 AM »

Umm... *MORE MYSTERY*

We all have those thoughts though!

Colesla · « **Reply #31 on:** December 07, 2006, 10:42:59 AM »

Really? I thought I was the only one who liked ducks 'that way'

Edit to note that I'm not actually sexually attracted to ducks. When I said 'that way' I meant fried. Seriously. I did.

S*S · « **Reply #32 on:** December 08, 2006, 03:33:11 PM »

...Oh thank god I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE.

It's just... that elusive little quack... the faint curve of their fine bills... their delightfully odd little waddle... finally, my secret shame can be REVEALED! Finally I can...

...oh shit nevermind I mean, me too.

HadleySoBadly · « **Reply #33 on:** January 07, 2007, 08:28:07 AM »

((THIS CHARACTER IS PUBLIC BECAUSE I AM HADLEY AND WILL NEVER PLAY - IS IT ALREADY PLAYING? I HAVE NO IDEA. I LOVE YOU PIX, AND I LOVE YOUR WIFE, SINICETTE))

Name: Evelyn ‘Evie’ Helen Monroe
Age: 81
Physical Description: Evie is a sweet old lady, a bit bent in the spine, that has that sort of glint in her eye that makes you think ‘I should trust her’ but deep down, you know you shouldn’t. But you do.
Personality DO NOT TRUST EVIE. But do. She will talk you round to her way of thinking in no time at all, but she is a snake. She is also a master of escapeology.
History : 1925, Evie is born

1940, Evie becomes the saucy assistant to the great Australian escapeoligist Emmanuel Edwards. Assisting him in all of his tricks.

1955, Emmanuel takes the two children he has had with Evie, 15 year old Aurelius and 12 year old Arelia and marries the nineteen year old Estelle, effectively replacing Evie as mother, lover and assistant. He sites Evie’s mental issues as cause, the courts, accepts, she spirals into depression and madness.

1990, Evie meets Lewis Bierce, of Bristol, on an internet dating site. She is 65, he is 35. He has two children already: 8 year old Augustus, and 5 year old Almeda.

1995, Evie and Lewis are wed, Evie moves to England.

1997, Lewis, Augustus & Almeda dissapear

2000, after a lengthy criminal investigation, the bodies of Lewis, Augustus and Almeda are found buried deep in Lewis and Evie’s backyard. Evie is accused, prosecuted and found guilty of their murder. She disappears briefly, but is caught in a hole in a neighbourhood backyard.

2001, at age seventy six Evie is sent to Coromorant Island.

2002, Evie begins digging in a supply closet with a spoon.

December, 2006, Evie has almost reached the outside of the prison with her spoon, a tunnel running multiple kilometres, several years work.

Items they are carrying: Prison outfit.
A sharpened spoon.

Any particular skills they may have:
ESCAPE: Evie is a master of escape, even at her advanced years her brains just works in the way that if anything even remotely stressful happens she needs to get away as fast as possible. Whether that is via digging, running or climbing, her internal flight or fight mechanism is soildily turned to flight.

Pixie · « **Reply #34 on:** January 07, 2007, 10:15:31 AM »

It's not running yet, because I suck!

Agh, I have to pick a date for this, don't I? Can't chicken out again. :'(

HadleySoBadly · « **Reply #35 on:** January 07, 2007, 10:27:09 AM »

I love you, Bellykins. I'd touch you inappropriately, but I hear you got married to this elderly bald woman who will tell me to 'get off his lawn' if I go near you.

Zahnnie · « **Reply #36 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:16:58 AM »

I want to plaaaaaaaay.

HEY HADLEY I AM UNWED

spookshow · « **Reply #37 on:** January 09, 2007, 12:48:05 PM »

I am also unwed, and my breasts are heavy and full of life, and my hips are shapely and set well apart.
Such women, they say, bear sons.

Starlock · « **Reply #38 on:** January 09, 2007, 01:15:17 PM »

Full of worms does not equal "full of life".

Well, technically it does, but not in the context of which you are speaking.

spookshow · « **Reply #39 on:** January 09, 2007, 02:10:25 PM »

I am full of many different kinds of life.
That makes me far more desireable.
I mean come on.
Ecosystems.

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