97th ♫ | i'm not lonely at all! i'm not lonely at all, although. . .

[mytarget]

The Murder Game Meme



You know the script. You wake up in a place you've never seen before, with a whole bunch of complete strangers and there's a mysterious voice or a mascot or what have you ready to let you know how things are going to work around here.

The rules are simple: You're trapped here, with no hope of release or rescue. You've been provided with all the basic necessities you need to live comfortably, and all you have to do is settle down and live out the rest of your days here in peace. But if you can't do that -- if you're really so desperate to escape that you'll do anything -- then there's one teeny tiny thing you have to do first.

All you have to do is kill somebody.

But it's not quite that simple. Every death will be followed by a period of investigation, followed by a trial in which the survivors will attempt to solve the mystery and out the culprit. If the survivors guess correctly and out the culprit, the killer is executed and life goes on. But if the survivors guess wrong, then the culprit is free as a bird and everyone else is executed.

Even with the promise of freedom, can you really bring yourself to kill so many other people?

tl;dr: it's a murdergame meme. TIME TO HAVE A BIG OL' MURDERGAME BLAST.


Settings

1. High School A classic! Doesn't matter if you're too old or too young to be in high school -- you've been enrolled and the only way for you to graduate is to kill a fellow student. But hey, the faculties are nice!
2. Tropical Island Weren't you just hankering for a nice tropical vacation? No? Too bad! You're going to have a nice sunny vacation at the beach and if you don't like it, just kill someone and go home. Simple!
3. Prison It doesn't matter if you don't remember committing any crime; you've been tried and found guilty of something or other and now you can go ahead and rot away in jail. If you ever want to see the sunlight again, better put that criminal mind to good use and get rid of your inmates.
4. Mall A huge mall stuffed full of stores, places to eat and all the regular amenities like deadbolted doors and the threat of death. It's like Black Friday but even worse because you can't leave and all the rest of the shoppers might actually kill you for real this time.
5. City Holy shit, you've got the run of a whole city this time around! Maybe with all this room to keep out of each other's way, you'll be able to make sure no one starts killing people. But probably not.
6. Cruise Boat YOU'RE ON A BOAT, MOTHERFUCKER. The accommodation is all five star, even if there's no one around to act as wait staff. The only snag is that you still have this whole murder thing hanging over your head – but on the plus side, they have those little drinks with the umbrellas in, so...
7. Space Station THE FINAL FRONTIER... Maybe you're familiar with space stations like this or maybe all this future tech is fascinating to you. Not like it matters either way, of course, because you won't be getting out of here unless you lay down a murder on someone.
8. Wildcard! None of the above scratch your murder itch? Go wild and come up with your own setting!



Downtime

1. Excuse Me, Who Are You? You've just woken up in this weird place and you have no idea what's going on. But hey -- maybe this stranger's more informed than you. Or maybe you can put your heads together and investigate what's going on.
2. Social Link Go! Well, if you're going to be stuck in here for however long, you might as well get to know the people stuck in here with you. You've got plenty of rooms to explore together and there's enough to do to keep you occupied. How do you plan on passing time without killing each other?
3. Vending Machine Woes Somewhere in this place there's a mysterious vending machine that spits out all manner of bizarre items and occasionally dispenses items that belong to you and the other people trapped here. You've got a fat stack of tokens and nothing to lose.
4. The Corners of My Mind So as it turns out, your lovely hosts have been fiddling with your memories. Maybe you're just discovering this now or maybe you've had a particularly upsetting memory regain you're dealing with.
4. Wildcard! GO WILD AND BE FREE (or as free as you can be here, anyways)



PUTTING THE MURDER IN MURDER GAME

1. Motive Your mysterious overseer has decided there's not nearly enough murder going on and so they've ~helpfully~ given you a little push to do the deed. Maybe one of your loved ones is in danger, maybe they're offering more money than you could ever dream of or they're threatening to reveal your deepest darkest secrets. Whatever is it, would you kill for it?
2. Murder WELL APPARENTLY, YES. Are you a killer or are you being killed? Either way, someone's not walking away from this alive.
3. Body Discovery Rise and shine, murdergame! It's a brand new day and someone's dead. Better get investigating!
4. Trial You know how this one goes. Line up all your evidence and sniff out the killer -- or sit there and sweat and hope no one works out you're the murderer. Will they go down with a confession or put up a fight?
5. Afterparty You've survived another trial, but more of your friends have died. Even without the executions, trials are a stressful enough affair. It's time to destress and lick your wounds and support each other.
6. Mastermind It's the end. It's time to uncover all the mysteries behind this murder game -- and find out just who trapped you here. Are they really an unconnected party, or is the mastermind someone among you...?
7. Freedom Just as it says -- you're finally free, but at what cost? Have those you love been returned to you, or are you still reduced to just those who made it to the end? Are you on your own, or is anyone here to help you? And more importantly, how the hell are you going to get home?
8. Wildcard YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO


OPTIONAL FUN

Lots of murdergames have in-universe public profiles for other characters to get the skinny on yours. If you'd like to fill one out to post with your toplevel, peep at the code below!

<center><b>Name:</b> NAME | <b>TITLE (Super High School Level, Ultimate, Champion, etc)</b> <b>Age:</b> AGE | <b>Species:</b> SPECIES | <b>Occupation:</b> OCCUPATION <b>Likes:</b> LIKES <b>Dislikes:</b> DISLIKES <b>Traits:</b> A HANDFUL OF NOTABLE TRAITS <b>Trivia:</b> A PIECE OF TRIVIA</ul>

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Lambda | OC

[amorevolous]

Name: LΛmbda | Champion Love Freak | Cute Cupid
Age: Yes | Species: Virtuadoll | Occupation: Virtuadoll
Likes: Music, flowers, chocolate, romance, humans
Dislikes: Being left alone
Traits: Loyal, lighthearted, lovey-dovey.
Trivia: Lambda's favourite genre of music is electro pop.

[ I AM A NORMAL AI. COME CLOSER. Image ref here and I don't have an impressions post yet but she is functionally in her late teens/early 20s for whatever it matters cos she's a singing robot

Lambda is an AI that has?? presumably?? been yeeted into a physical body for murdergame purposes. She's peppy and cheerful and cute and sweet and all that good stuff. She likes gossip and romance and singing. She's curious and inquisitive and despite having the energy of someone with no brain, she's viscously clever. She's also completely fucking unhinged!!! She loves humans, but she also has a very limited understanding of human morality, social norms and values which means she can be shockingly callous and cruel to the humans around her with basically zero malice intended. She's kind of innocent only in the sense that since she doesn't really understand what she's doing, you can't exactly call her bad. She just wants to make people happy!! She just has a terrible way of going about it!!!! ]

Ryoko Shinonome | 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim

[nmc0204]

Name: Ryoko Shinonome | Champion Pilot | Mechamancer
Age: 16 | Species: Human | Occupation: High School Student, █████
Likes: Mr. Ida, ███████████, and not much else
Dislikes: 426, the nurse's office, headaches
Traits: Crabby, clever, tenacious
Trivia: Ryoko is the pilot of ████████ ███, a giant robot created to fight kaiju.

[ i refuse to summarize ryoko as a character again if u have been on my TL for five minutes u know who she is ]

LET'S GO, cw: gore, umineko spoilers

[commediadellarte]

Name: Shannon | Champion Servant | Eternal Maid
Age: 16 | Species: Furniture | Occupation: Maid
Likes: Serving the Ushiromiya Family, George, mystery novels
Dislikes: N/A
Traits: Cheerful, determined, insightful
Trivia: "Shannon" is just a pseudonym she uses at work.

[Spamton G. Spamton, Champion Salesman, is dead. Granted, on its own that isn't a particularly great loss. As amusing as the little puppet could be, he wasn't exactly near and dear to many peoples' hearts. But he isn't the only victim. Nui Harime, Champion Couturier, and Cú Chulainn, Champion Lancer, are also dead... probably. It's a rather messy situation.

The night before, Battler Ushiromiya, Champion Detective, had gotten locked out of his room as a punishment from the mastermind, apparently as a consequence of a particularly feisty argument with them. When he returned in the morning, he found it mysteriously locked—and what's more, that he was bereft of his ID. After a brief panic, everyone helped him batter down the door to find a gruesome scene.

Spamton was lying against the door, his strings—and what little neck he had—cut and his eyes dim, which was a far cleaner death than the other two victims received. The entire room was covered in gore. Cú Chulainn's corpse was cut into ribbons, the only intact part of his body being the head. Nui fared even worse. There was great debate in the trial whether the rest of the splattered flesh and blood was hers or if she was just hiding somewhere, but she was the only survivor left with that striking violet eye color, and the mangled but still recognizable eyeball that was the only complete organ of hers that was found testified to her death. Plus, nobody was missing, and they had no clue where the corpses of the deceased were to potentially pull a trick like that.

And, the piece de resistance: Battler's ID, the only key to the room, placed neatly on his desk, almost taunting the survivors with the apparent impossibility of the crime.

(She had to admit, as bitter as it was, that this was excellent craftsmanship. If she was still in the habit of spilling her blood as ink on a page, a part of her would be morbidly tempted to borrow this trick, perhaps tweak it a bit so that it wouldn't lean on fantastical elements.

She's disgusted with herself for even considering it.)

The debate has been going in circles for almost five minutes now, and currently the main argument is whether Spamton was a viable culprit. He was the only one in position to set up the locked room, but it was highly doubtful that he caused such carnage with his tiny, pathetic body, and even if he did his corpse wouldn't be as clean as it was.

So. Who done it?

...Shannon has been Ryoko's podium buddy ever since the second week, where the victim and the culprit left them an isolated island in the trial circle. There's a certain grim bond that comes with that kind of coincidence, and so Ryoko is familiar with Shannon's tells during a trial. Normally, Shannon has enough iron in her heart to give everyone emotional support, or occasionally an inspiring speech testifying to the character of a suspect or victim, but contributes little to the mystery-solving directly. However, parts of her diatribes occasionally stumbled on major clues, and Ryoko can remember at least one case when some random fact she said offhandedly led directly to the apprehension of the culprit.

But right now, Shannon is trembling, having barely said a word throughout the entire trial. It would be easy to assume that the trauma of witnessing such an awful crime scene is what's rendered her mute... yet Ryoko can see her hands white-knuckling as she grips the display in front of her, eyes in shadow.]

...at all, [Shannon mumbles, voice cracking like a dam finally giving up the ghost at holding back the flood.]

Kingprotea | Fate/Grand Order

[kingsizes]

Name: Kingprotea | Champion of Yearning | Puffy Fluffy Kaiju
Age: ??? | Species: Artificial Intelligence | Occupation: Alter Ego
Likes: Warm and fluffy things, touch, delicious food
Dislikes: Things that are bigger than her, loneliness
Traits: Devoted, fluffy and puffy, Weak to Enuma Elish
Trivia: Kingprotea is the fluffiest Servant registered in Chaldea's database.

[ Kingprotea starts off as a tiny fourteen year old girl who seems terrified of... pretty much everyone in the game, on account of the fact that pretty much everyone is going to be taller than her and she doesn't like that!!! Once she manages to calm down, KP then proceeds to glom onto everyone who is kind to her, openly and shamelessly asking for positive attention and affection and basically just being Baby. This would all be very wholesome if not for the fact that she's quick to get possessive of the people she gets attached to, is frantically afraid of being left behind or abandoned and will have to be physically restrained to keep her from attacking culprits once they're identified if they've injured anyone she's attached to. And it's kind of terrifyingly hard to restrain her, despite her size??? That's Monstrous Strength EX, babey!

In any situation where the cap on her powers is lifted (such as deadland or just a power-on motive), KP regains her original size of thirty fucking meters high!!!!! and... proceeds to act no different than she had before. She's like a giant excitable puppy. T–try not to get squished... ]

regains fun

[knowlogram]

[So hopefully KP recognizes the small, fluffy- cat? Fox? Thing. -that just popped out of the mall's gachapon machine, because Hubert, Champion of Useless Trivia, sure doesn't.]

[Or maybe he does and that's making things worse, but either way he's holding it up at face-level and eyeing it with deepest suspicion.]

I'm onto you, mascot-bait.

Bertram van Whitlock (D&D OC)

[carenotawhit]

Name: Doctor Bertram van Whitlock | Champion Medical Examiner (Restored)
Age: 47 (Appears 24) | Species: Dhampire | Occupation: Doctor, Cleric of the Raven Queen, Member of the Guild of Supernatural Investigations
Likes: Professionalism, bad jokes, undercooked meat, his fellow agents
Dislikes: Needless death, incompetence, undead, himself
Traits: Reliable, Guilt-ridden, Intelligent, Awkward
Trivia: Dr. Whilock has a fullproof anti aging secret! Ask him how!

[Doc is a kind, if a little distant, man that is shockingly skilled at dealing with corpses in the medical sense considering he's from a high fantasy setting. He's a bit awkward socially, but in general, is a good man.

He sure doesn't like talking about the weirdness in his profile though, but won't lie outright, just saying it's uncomfortable.

... cw for any murder prompts, as they are apt to have(highlight): cannabilism, blood drinking and extreme gore</white]

[imaginaive]

Name: Briar | Champion Apprentice (The Protagonist)
Age: 15 | Species: Human? | Occupation: Apprentice Imaginieer
Likes: The smell of fresh ink, Camellia, sunrise
Dislikes: Dust, nonfiction books
Traits: Creative, curious, capable
Trivia: Briar has never once uncorked a bottle of ink without spilling at least some of it.

[ They're a few weeks and two cases deep into the game at this point and Briar has... not gotten used to things exactly, but she's made herself accept that they're probably going to keep happening, if only to save herself a little heartache every Friday. It probably won't work, but she knows she won't survive this if she gets her hopes up every week only to have them shattered.

If she were a better writer or she'd learned more from Camellia, then she's sure there's more she could do to write them out of this. Even if she could only manage a bittersweet ending, she's certain it would be better than being stuck here. But all her efforts have come to nothing, no matter how hard she tries.

But... she can't just do nothing.

So. Bright and early on a Monday morning, Briar seeks out Whitlock and approaches him with an expression somewhere between determined and a little terrified. ]

Um... Doctor Whitlock...? I have something to ask you.

[gorira]

name: Chitoge Kirisaki | Champion Mafiosa · Dexterous
age: 17 | species: human | occupation: student
likes: tonkotsu ramen, red ribbons, fairy tales
dislikes: dark spaces, cooking, small talk
traits: athletic, boisterous, stubborn
trivia: Chitoge once trapped herself in a washing machine for over five hours.

[ bro what the fuck that's personal—

While she initially comes off as a stern, no-nonsense sort of girl, Chitoge is quick to flare up once the chips are down. She's observant, and tends to know her stuff, but she has trouble keeping it all straight once she starts seeing red. With the mouth of a sailor, and a mean right hook to boot, you don't want to cross her after her short fuse has been lit.

In spite of her temper, it's hard to miss Chitoge's soft side. Though she makes detailed notes about all of the other participants on whatever pen and paper she can find, the margins are filled with potential conversation starters; she's had a tough time making friends. She keeps an especially close eye on the smaller, squishier ones in their number, and tries her best to prod them out of harm's way.

Rough-and-tumble as she is, her heart's in the right place. She doesn't want to see anyone dead. ]

[pocketmobster]

[Okay, even though Kuzuryuu's already worked himself into a fine panic about this all-too-familiar situation, when he sees Chitoge, he has to put that aside for a second and ask:]

Oi, you--how the hell'd you get yourself stuck in a washing machine?

Entrapta | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

[270mpa]

Name: Entrapta | Hair-Brained / Champion of Very Small Food (And Also Death Robots)
Age: 29 | Species: Princess | Occupation: Princess/Inventor
Likes: Discovery, friendship, robots, space
Dislikes: Narrow-minded thinking, the biological need for sleep, haircuts
Traits: Intelligent, enthusiastic, inquisitive
Trivia: Entrapta has been TO SPACE!!! Which for where she comes from is, like, a pretty big deal.

[ I HOPE YOU LIKE IC SURVEYS....... entrapta lives on this meme until i can figure out an excuse not to ask the mods fifty annoying questions every week. Anyway she is very invested in learning everything about this situation and everyone else in it (so that she can learn more about the situation). She's a little distractable, but when push comes to shove is very good in trials, too! More competent at the emotional side of things than you might think. Technically could adopt a child or get into a ship but it would be weird for everyone involved. Not bad weird! But like. Gestures at her (and, potentially, at Hordak, in the latter case). ]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Honestly, everything about this situation is still nerve-racking for Dylan. He's on cruise ship in the middle of the ocean-what ocean? Your guess is as good as his. There's not a familiar face in sight, and a large number of those faces are humans who somehow understand him, which is E-X-T-R-E-M-E-L-Y weird and uncomfortable for him. None of the constellations even look like anything he's seen or studied, and...yeah, he may have had trouble sleeping due to that. And this isn't even going into the whole "kill someone if you want to leave" thing! There's a whole lot of anxious feelings over that thing!

But! BUT! B-U-T!

There is a person here who has been to space! Actually, truly been in space! No jokes about it, WENT TO SPACE! HOW IN THE NAME OF DOG IS HE NOT SUPPOSED TO ASK HER ABOUT IT?!

So after Dylan reads the detail from the profile, Entrapta should hear something that...sounds kind of like yelling? Coming from far away?]

EEEEEEEEENNNNNNNTRAAAAAAAPTAAAAAAAA!

[And then the Dalmatian comes to a skidding stop in front of the purple-haired princess, a smile overtaking his muzzle and tail wagging so quickly it may as well be going at the speed of sound.]

Is it true?! Is it really true?! Please tell me it's true! Please tell me you've been to space! CAN YOU TAKE ME TO SPACE PLEASE?!

[This is the most excited he has been in all his time here, maybe ever. Enjoy it while it lasts.]

nandor the relentless | what we do in the shadows

[fuckingguy]

Name: Nandor | Relentless/Champion of Al Quolanudar
Age: 758 | Occupation: council co-leader
Likes: crepe paper, milfs, virgin blood, his housemates?, his familiar??, the big bang theory (slot machine)
Dislikes: doing anything for himself, his authority being undermined, the profound loneliness of an eternal existence, the big bang (theory)
Traits: Fastidious, overbearing, ignorant.
Trivia: Nandor has over 200,000 descendants living today.

[ If you have even the faintest idea of what a vampire is, it could not possibly be more obvious that this guy is one. He's unnaturally pale and has no reflection, he dresses like a goth warlord from the middle ages, his accent is most succinctly described as "Dracula voice", and he never seems to leave his room during daylight hours or eat anything in public... and that's before you hear him talking in that Dracula voice long enough to realize that he is cartoonishly out of touch with the modern world. Garlic and silver repel him, and if a chapel ever shows up, he's going to fully extend his arms like Nosferatu and hiss in disgust at it. The only person unaware of how obvious his condition is is Nandor himself, who genuinely believes he's doing a great job of keeping a low profile and blending in with the mortals! Unless a trial brings it to the forefront, it'll take him like a solid three weeks to realize they've figured him out.

ANYWAY... outside of the fact that he definitely kills and eats people, and his combination callous/tsundere response to all the inevitable death, he's not that unpleasant a guy to be around! Nandor is dim and a bit annoying, for sure, and kind of a nag when it comes to any communal living stuff that isn't taken care of by the unseen hand of the mastermind, but he's also got a vested interest in keeping the group together and thinks he's the one guy capable of marshalling the troops! Even when he very obviously isn't! He instantly establishes himself as the Meeting Guy, even if all he does is get everyone in the same place to vamp for a few minutes and then pass the buck to someone who knows what they're doing, and he'll approach situations with at least the pretense of levelheadedness and compromise. He's got a certain brand of cleverness that makes itself known almost exclusively in combat, and occasionally he'll surprise everyone, including himself, with an unintentional insight at a trial, but in general what you see is what you get when it comes to Nandor, and he's actually exactly as easy to dupe as he looks. He's easily distracted and delighted by small, seemingly inconsequential things and takes well to arts and crafts, especially when glitter is involved. He also is absolutely not capable of taking care of himself, which becomes ever clearer as the weeks wear on and he looks less and less like an Ottoman dandy and more and more like a guy who can brush his hair competently and do literally nothing else. His failure to wash his antique clothes properly leads to a hullabaloo every clothing check, because there's always some goddamn blood on there, and if there are any alternative outfits provided (think the unknown seas tie dye shirts and cutoffs) he'll end up relying heavily on them. And none of this precludes him draining someone on a Thursday night and creating an absolutely disgusting and poorly-concealed crime scene! ]

[septette]

[ On the other hand, this one makes exactly 0 effort to hide the whole vampire thing. She couldn't even if she wanted to, though, considering she can't poof her giant bat wings away.

What's this guy's deal, anyway? Does he seriously think he's fooling people into thinking he's like...not a vampire? He's the only other person that sleeps during the day. (Which, great for her, means she's stuck with him as the main person she has to socialize with at night when everyone else is sleeping. Even Sakuya needs to nap every now and then.) She's pretty sure he's the one who's been getting blood all over the kitchen, which she's mad about because people keep thinking it's her.

More to the point, Remilia hears the sound of something stupid happening in the laundry room after Sakuya heads to bed for the night, and peeks her head in. ]

I told you that you shouldn't put real fur trim in a washing machine.

[ Helpful! ]

Joey Wheeler | Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (English Dub)

[redeyestakewarnyehng]

Name: Joey Wheeler | Champion Bronze Medal | The Lucky
Age: 16 | Species: Human | Occupation: Student, Duelist, Sidekick
Likes: Duel Monsters, free food, his friends and family
Dislikes: Bullies and cheaters, ghosts, being useless, Seto Kaiba
Traits: Headstrong, supportive, instinctive
Trivia: Joey placed second in the prestigious Duelist Kingdom tournament despite playing zero official duels prior to entering.

[He absolutely tries to fistfight the mastermind day one and probably starts going stir-crazy before the end of the first week. He aggressively friends at anyone who's not an obvious asshole, but would probably be the prime suspect in case of the deaths of at least one or two other people in the game.]

[Is somehow both absolute garbage at the investigations and trials and also manages several times to hit on tiny, critical details or inconsistencies in evidence and testimony.]

[Once his deck drops he will do his level best to teach Duel Monsters to anyone that expresses any kind of interest, and we're so sorry about that.]

Memory regains on a cruise, because porque no los dos

[goodgames]

[Usually, Chiaki doesn't seem any different on a Sunday than on any other day ending in -y (and not in murder), as blank-faced and sleepy-voiced as ever. Perhaps she's still unaffected even now. She stands near the railing on the deck--of the cruise ship, not cards--and stares out over the impenetrable grey waves, impossible to read.

It's a far cry from her keen, wide-eyed excitement when Joey teaches her about Duel Monsters. Still, unlike some of the other passengers, when Chiaki notices him and turns, nothing's visibly haunting her.]

Ah, Joey-kun. ...Good morning. It's cloudy today...

[She studies his face, trying to gauge how he's doing.]

Vaska Lorre | DnD OC

[toccatangel]

Name: Sir Vaska Lorre | Champion of Xelora | The Destined
Age: 27 | Species: Demihuman | Occupation: Adventurer
Likes: Music, recognition, purpose, thrilling heroics
Dislikes: Failing, betrayal, sewers, nobility
Traits: Dramatic, ambitious, ruthless
Trivia: Vaska is a self-trained swordsman.

[Not actually a solid-gold woman, but everything about her is kind of shiny; not helped by the highly polished armor and scimitar that eventually come out of the regain machine. As quickly as she latches onto those, it's the simple metal flute that comes out later that she'll outright demand back from whoever gets it.]

[If memory regains are involved, she starts off cheerful and enthusiastic, doing her best to keep everyone hopeful and determined, challenging the masterminds as much as possible, occasionally just yelling at the cameras if they don't actually show themselves. As time progresses she gets- more subdued, is the best word. She's still doing her best to keep everyone's spirits up, but people sharp enough might note that it can get a bit calculated, trying to tell people what they need to hear at the moment rather than the universal bolstering she attempted during the opening weeks. Maybe it's just all the death weighing on her?]

[One Sunday, at least a few weeks in, she does not come out of her room unless disturbed.]

[Competent enough at investigations and trials, especially at cat-herding. Always tries to find some kind of loophole to avoid the vote, always fails, gets progressively less vitriolic about it each time. Once her sword drops, she can be found in whatever open spaces are available blowing off steam with training drills, in increasing frequency as time passes.]

Penny Polendina | RWBY

[in4apounding]

Name: Penny Polendina | Champion Cutting-Edge
Age: Yes | Species: Human-passing | Occupation: Huntress, Cadet
Likes: Helping people, fighting, exploring, Ruby
Dislikes: Magnets, scaring people, Grimm, fighting
Traits: Extroverted, loyal, curious
Trivia: Penny is the first artificial human capable of utilizing an Aura.

[Day one, Penny is curious and looking all over the game setting, and probably kind of awkwardly friending at everyone. She may or may not try fighting the host or mastermind? It mostly depends on whether or not whoever speaks to everyone face to face actually claims direct responsibility for the situation. As time wears on, she does what she can to keep everyone's spirits up with mixed success, and promises entirely too often to keep everyone safe.]

[That last part doesn't end well.]

[She's going to consider basically every murder a personal failing until someone does something about it, and it's going to be a whole lot of stress on top of the normal stress of a mutual killing game. Penny's very insistent about patrolling as time goes on, and its inevitable failure is obviously weighing on her.]

[During investigations, she's actually pretty good at spotting small details that might pass other people by, if not always at realizing their significance.]

Vi | Arcane: League of Legends

[arcanefist]

Name: Vi | Ultimate Boxer | The Enforcer (Thinks with her fists, punches with her heart)
Age: 20| Species: Human | Occupation: Ex-prisoner
Likes: Cupcakes, family, fighting, Powder
Dislikes: Piltover elites, Silco, Jinx
Traits: Fierce, loyal, aggressive, gentle
Trivia: Vi's spent the last seven years in Stillwater Hold, and recently spent an extended time in solitary confinement.

[Now, here's a quiet young woman. Day one, you might be mistaken if you hear her speak at all; she more often spends time loitering in the background. Listening to conversations and poking around places she probably shouldn't. It's a habit. Hard to break.

But it's when the murders start that another side starts to peek out beneath the hood of her crimson jacket. By the time the trial's wrapped up, and everyone's filed out of the judgement chamber, the thin line that was Vi's lips - so stoic and pointed - have fallen into a frown. For the first time, as everyone sits around, preparing food or simply digesting the events of today, she's not looking over you, judging you.

No, she's looking at you.]

Hey. You eaten anything today?

[themaplesyrupjob]

Name: Breanna Casey | The Maker
Age: 25 | Species: Human | Occupation: Engineer
Likes: Retro tech, drones, hacktivism
Dislikes: Defenestration, capitalism, the system
Traits: Excitable, lesbian, anarchist, baby
Trivia: Breanna is responsible for The Great Canadian Maple Syrup Heist.

[Breanna laughs a little hysterically. Like, she's part of an international crime syndicate? And one of her best friends can kill a man in a hundred different ways with just his hands? But people don't die on jobs. Not like that.

What would Sophie do? She already channeled Harry earlier, during the trial. Now it's time for Sophie. For grifting. When she speaks, it's in the world's most exaggerated southern accent—one that she definitely wasn't using earlier, during the trial.]

No, I'm right famished after that horrible, horrible farce of a trial earlier.

[Sophie likes her southern accents. It makes Breanna feel better to use one, a little bit. Like she might be able to eat.]

Jinx | Arcane: League of Legends

[undoingdaughter]

Name: Jinx | Ultimate Bad Luck | The Loose Cannon (World's deadliest fifteen-year-old)
Age: 15 | Species: Human | Occupation: Blowing things up
Likes: Gadgets and gizmos, explosives, family, Silco
Dislikes: Messing up
Traits: Quirky, hurt, spontaneous, violent, intelligent
Trivia: "Jinx" is not Jinx's real name.

[Alright, this girl isn't the most stable. That's clear from the get-go; her questions to the mastermind skewed off from the pack at an odd angle. Less about their unwillingness to kill and more... about the methods being supplied to them.

Needless to say, probably not the best first impression.

It doesn't really stop from there, either. Jinx is... odd. She carries herself through the weeks with a downright bouncy energy, which can quickly be swapped for quiet sulking at any given time.

At least she isn't private about her hobbies - namely, those small gizmos she's always tinkering with, made from scrap and whatever she could dismantle in the kitchens (it's fine, they'll get a new oven). She handles it all with a finesse bordering on gifted.

When investigations roll around, it's a different story. She bounces through them, seemingly more fascinated by the destruction than the evidence. Or even the bodies themselves. Not that she'll say that. She cares! Really!

Look, there's a bloody knife. Let's check out how it got lodged in the ceiling, huh?]

Scintilla Caminus | FFXIV [WoL OC] 5.55 spoilers

[sunforging]

Name: Scintilla Caminus | Champion of Hydaelyn, Super High School Level Traveler, The Sundered
Age: 20-something | Species: Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te | Occupation: Several
Likes: Her friends, blacksmithing, combat
Dislikes: Garlemald, calamities, solitude
Traits: Stubborn, steadfast, sympathetic.
Trivia: She's not entirely sure if she's married to the king of the fae or not.
[infopost is in her journal but the tl;dr of it: very street smart, very book dumb. Quiet, but incredibly friendly if approached. Probably spends most of her time in places like a gym, a food court, or wherever someone might need or want some company.]

[...Some weird shit is likely to pop out of the vending machine for her.]

Lord El-Melloi II | Fate (servantswap AU)

[fionnuisce]

Name: Lord El-Melloi II | Champion of Dumb Luck, Super High School Level Professor, The Survivor
Age: 29 | Species: Mage | Occupation: Teacher
Likes: His allies, his students, recognition
Dislikes: The apocalypse, the Holy Grail, his coworkers
Traits: Studious, cunning, determined
Trivia: Hates the smell of fish.
[impressions post. Walks with a silver-handled black cane and is generally the sarcastic personification of 'adult life is already so goddamn weird, this might as well happen.' look i'm bored and want some self-indulgent nonsense ok]

a body has been discovered!!!

[tempingforatlas]

Name: Ritsuka "Gudako" Fujimaru | Champion Everywoman
Age: 16~20-ish(ish) | Species: Human | Occupation: Master
Likes: Baking chocolate, super robot and magical girl anime, art direction and editing
Dislikes: The apocalypse, finances, mage bullshittery
Traits: Lackadaisical, determined, clueless
Trivia: Has personally served a knuckle sandwich to Beast of Disaster and the First Evil of Humanity.

You know, professor, [Ritsuka says as she hunches down, nose wrinkling as she looks at the blood drying on the floor,] for all the stuff you've dragged me into, I don't think we've investigated an actual murder together before. It's always some dumb magic stuff that feels like total nonsense. This could be a bonding experience!

Or, well, um. With other-you. I don't think I've investigated anything at all with you-you. [She gestures vaguely, trying and failing the hide the faint tremor in her voice. No matter how many corpses she's seen gutted like this, it never stops making her feel sick, the nausea amplified by the pit of grief in her stomach by the loss of a comrade.

Ritsuka hopes she never gets numb to it, frankly.]

breanna casey | leverage: redemption

[themaplesyrupjob]

Name: Breanna Casey | The Maker, SHSL Van Gal, Engineering
Age: 25 | Species: Human | Occupation: Engineer
Likes: Retro tech, drones, hacktivism
Dislikes: Defenestration, capitalism, the system
Traits: Excitable, lesbian, anarchist, baby
Trivia: Breanna is responsible for The Great Canadian Maple Syrup Heist.

[Breanna is a hacker and international criminal working for Leverage International. She's excitable and very Gen Z, thinks the world fucking sucks and crime is the only way to solve it, and trips over her own tongue in the face of cute women. Girl is lesbian as hell.

Doesn't seem to take anything seriously until the first trial. Gets increasingly upset with being unable to "fix" the situation as the weeks go on.]

Alfyn Greengrass | Octopath Traveler

[apockatherry]

Name: Alfyn Greengrass | Succor Every Minute | Champion of Clearbrook | Green
Age: 21| Species: Human | Occupation: Apothecary
Likes: Ale, good company, helping others
Dislikes: Charging money, standing by when people are in pain
Traits: Friendly, generous, inquisitive
Trivia: If you praise Alfyn too much, his butt gets uncontrollably itchy. Awkward!

[This scruffy lad built like a young lumberjack is actually ye olde fantasy JRPG equivalent of a pharmacist, and he really knows his stuff. That's easy to forget when he comes off as such a simple, fun-loving guy with his friendly brown eyes and country drawl. He's open, friendly, and eager to do whatever he can, whenever he can, be it as easy as chattering over drinks to keep folks' spirits up, or offering his medical (albeit medieval) expertise when--well, when the worst happens.

The murders never fail to upset him, he always gets too worked up at trials, and he attends after-trial gatherings red-eyed and sniffling, but Alfyn's the first to pitch in with organizing and setting them up and the absolute last to leave. Healing hearts is just as important as soothing scratches, after all, and as long as someone's hurtin', an apothecary's job is never done.]

Mordecai | DnD OC

[none_orange_left_beef]

Name: Mordecai Clementine | Champion of Fucking Around and Finding Out (and Then Writing it Down for Science)
Age: 22 | Species: Demihuman | Occupation: Farmhand, Alchemist
Likes: Learning, cooking, brawling, mechanical engineering
Dislikes: Fighting, isolation, the Killing Man, abuse of technology
Traits: Enthusiastic, supportive, recklessly curious
Trivia: Mordecai is legally considered a Halfling.

[Mordecai immediately gets in trouble for disassembling and tinkering with any modern or advanced tech that can be found. Once it becomes clear everyone is from different worlds he'll be very focused on trying to figure out how it works, and probably takes it as a personal offense that the mastermind did it first. May or may not be very nottu disu shitto agen on day one, depending on whether memory loss is in play. Spends most or all of his time in any available libraries, labs, or sufficiently tech-adjacent locations.]

[Useful during investigations, less so during trials due to not wanting to accuse anyone. Accidentally stumbles into uncovering a culprit at least once while rambling about something seemingly unrelated. Probably ends up reluctantly bodytouching more than once.]

[If there's a kitchen, you are being fed. Do not resist.]

[apockatherry]

["Which Phas character do I tag," I asked myself, knowing it would be Mr. Goodboy Clementine here. I rolled MALL SETTING for these two, which I think would be amazing, but then rolled Mastermind Reveal and I'm like hmmm... might not work so well for these two unless there's a third party, unless you'd like to roll for scenario?]

Loki | MCU/TV

[cuttingremark]

Name: Loki Odinson | Champion Trickster | Silver Tongue
Age: 1510| Species: Jotun | Occupation: God
Likes: Mischief, knives, books, magic, talking
Dislikes: Odin, taking responsibility for his actions
Traits: Clever, Prideful, Self-Destructive
Trivia: He took the news of his adoption a little too hard.

[Can take either movie canon Loki, where his true canon point would probably be post-death, or TV canon Loki with a true canon point of the end of season 1.

Will 100% try to commit a trial murder if someone he's grown attached to is killed. Would also 100% be a culprit. He has killed before and will do it again.

Will also adopt a teen or two if presented with the chance.]

[favoriteanalyst]

[Cool cool cool great cool okay this is awesome. So not only is the timeline funky with all these people from different times and places here to play a weird death game, and not only is he already deciding to be a voice of reason and to try his best to get everyone out of this, but there's also Loki. Who is definitely going to be trouble.

Mobius certainly got a few strange looks and barely-stifled laughs when he declared that Loki was under his protection. Understandable, given...[motions to Loki, motions to Mobius], but he meant it then, means it now. It also means that...everyone else is under his protection from Loki. Just in case.

But there are motives. Sometimes they're a little dumb, testing, poking, prodding, and sometimes they are tantalizing. None have managed to ruffle Mobius' feathers too much yet, but this one certainly have some of their compatriots upset.]

Loki. You good?

Dylan Dalmatian | 101 Dalmatian Street

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Name: Dylan Dalmatian | Champion Responsible Sibling
Age: 12 (Dog Years) | Species: Dalmatian | Occupation: Oldest Brother, Homemaker
Likes: His family, astronomy, order, cleanliness, Poodlewolf
Dislikes: Cruella De Vil, dirt, fleas, Clarissa, chaos
Traits: Anxious, Protective, Geeky
Trivia: Dylan is one of the two oldest of 99 puppies!

[ay yo what the dog doin-

In all seriousness, Dylan is a ball of nerves that will be freaking out the millisecond he realizes he is in a place that is very clearly not his home. Despite that and the fact that he is most definitely the youngest living being stuck here, he's also the one that's probably trying to set up meetings and generally lead people into, you know, not grabbing the nearest knife and going stab happy on everyone else. Given the fact that he is still a quadrupedal dog who is going to be surprised that humans are actually understanding him for the first few days, it's going to be...interesting. Prepare for at least one emotional breakdown once the bodies start hitting the floor.

Oh, and if this is in a space station, you can bet your butt that he spent the first hour or two just staring out a window because space spACE SPACE HE'S IN SPACE HE'S ACTUALLY IN SPACE THIS IS INCREDIBLE THIS IS AMAZING HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED BUT HE DOESN'T CARE THIS IS AWESOME HOLY FU-]

thomasin | the witch

[curdle]

Name: Thomasin | Champion Heretic/Overlooked
Age: 14 | Species: human | Occupation: handmaid
Likes: Pretty things, her family, heights.
Dislikes: False accusations, her family, the wood.
Traits: Pious, stubborn, resilient.
Trivia: Thomasin has never celebrated Christmas!
[ most of you already know the cliff notes but!! she comes off as a quiet and frightened sadsack teenager from 1630s massachusetts, and she is that, but also she's got reserves of inner strength and a survivalist streak which any amount of time in an atmosphere that's not a harsh puritan homestead will eventually bring to the surface! if this is a memory regain game, she's going to get progressively more miserable and fucked up with each passing week, but if she comes in as-is she's already seen a world of a24 horror shit go down, and will be very reluctant to talk about any of it until she realizes she won't be immediately condemned to death for doing so. it's really not that thomasin is shy or uncertain of her convictions: she's simply not used to being listened to or respected, especially by adults, and also knows how out of her depth she is. also, she's not at all used to being idle and will probably pepper in totally unnecessary daily chores to break up her own guilt over sitting around and doing nothing! maybe a goat just comes out of the vending machine one day! it's fine! also (v important) she doesn't understand indoor plumbing!

once people start dying, she's... not numb to it, but also not horrified in a fresh way unless the scene is particularly gruesome, and she accepts the reality of condemning the killer fairly easily. however, unless her own life is on the line, she's reluctant to accuse anyone if she's less than certain of their guilt. she can come to some fairly convincing and intelligent conclusions, given the time to think, but also she fully believes that if a killer touches the corpse of their victim the body will start bleeding, so like... that's what we're working with here. ]

[favoriteanalyst]

[Oh did you mean his new daughter? You have given Mobius a brand new daughter? Is anyone gonna claim this 14yo time displaced girl or what.

He tries his best to understand her. It's been a while since he's had to pop around 17th century pre-America, but he seems to have a decent enough grasp of the basics without having to grill her about it or thinking that it's odd in any way.

And her self-made chores aren't hurting anyone or anything. There has to be a sense of stability in that, something calming, and then y'know the not usually having time to be in a.........mall for one thing and do anything other than work for another. A lotta new concepts and ideas to throw at her. It's why you don't go forward in time if you get the chance, nor should you bring modern tech back several decades or centuries. Shit freaks people out.

Still, with all the stress of the idea of straight up murder hanging over their heads (she is 14 why is she here), Mobius decides to attempt to get her to relax. Attempt. What's something to get her involved in that isn't too out of her depth, that doesn't take much explaining, and also wouldn't be too weird for a guy his apparent age to also take part in? There's a store with stationary, some more arty crafty things, various keepsakes, cards for all occasions. So. Whatever it is she's doing, he flops down by her and spreads out a couple of coloring books, colored pencils, and crayons. The topics range from pleasing geometric patterns, to animals, to--okay, he's pretty sure Game of Thrones isn't exactly appropriate, but it has dragons and kings and stuff in it, so that might be fine out of context.]

Stress-relief time, kiddo.

Kazuma "Kazu" Mikura | Air Gear

[chiwalry]

Name: Kazuma Mikura | Runner Up | Champion of the Flame Road | Transparent
Age: 15 | Species: Human | Occupation: 3rd-year middle school student, Storm Rider, Flame King (tentative)
Likes: Beanies, hoodies, his team, running, Air Trek
Dislikes: The spotlight, others getting hurt to save him, oldschool bullying
Traits: Insecure, passionate, decent
Trivia: He wet the bed until he was six, so Kazu's sister used to send him to school with a diaper on his head. The habit kind of stuck.

[In a world where teenagers can get their hands on rollerblades installed with tiny sci-fi motors powerful enough to create tornados, destroy towers, and probably even solve the world's energy crisis (Air Gear is just like this), Kazu is a startlingly normal kid. While, yes, he's definitely a fist-fighting juvenile delinquent, there's just no competing with the geniuses who can ride the wind or rip people apart in zero gravity. Not unless a guy works really hard at it.

Kazu happens to be a pretty hard worker.

Still, he's in way over his head, here. Speed-skating fast enough to set the road aflame may win Air Trek battles, but it don't solve murder mysteries. Most of the time, Kazu's kind of worthless in trials and investigations. Even though he's observant enough to notice one or two "off" details, he doubts himself too much to bring them up in a timely fashion. He doesn't even really make up for his deficits by being reliably supportive or upbeat. He just reacts exactly the way a real middle schooler would in such an incomprehensible situation--expect a lot of passionate yelling and crying and dramatic shounen faces.

He spends a lot of time in areas where he can move around, like gyms or large gardens. If anywhere is open to the air, that's where he'll be found. If his Air Trek skates drop, prepare to find wheel tracks all over the place, including on the walls and ceiling. If you get his skates--well, enjoy the broken neck, probably. RIP. Motorized rollerblades were a mistake.]

rng said regains

[nmc0204]

Name: Ryoko Shinonome | Champion Day Dreamer | Mnemosyne
Age: 16 | Species: Human | Occupation: Part time student, part time magical warrior
Likes: Rain showers, yakisobapan, the Dream Sphere
Dislikes: Headaches, nosy classmates, Nightmares
Traits: Grouchy, tired, clever.
Trivia: Ryoko Shinonome was ██ ████████ ████ ██████ ███████ until the incident that Awakened her, destroying her ████████ in the process.

[ Teens have to stick together in dangerous situations like this, even if Ryoko generally radiates the energy of someone who would rather be doing anything than being social. Well, anything aside from dying – and if anyone could survive a murdergame through sheer stubbornness, it's Ryoko.

Like her profile says, she's been clever – she's good at putting together details and theories, even if the headaches that are nipping at her heels at all times leash her when she gets too emotional about whatever's going on in any given trial. Not that it stopped her from scaling her podium and hitting someone three weeks into this whole mess.

But it's one of the rare quiet days today and Ryoko's found herself at the vending machine they've all been getting tokens for. It's not her first time here, but last time she tried it, the thing spat out 'moose' flavour potato chips, so her expectations are fairly low. ]

There's no chance of it giving us anything useful, is there?

Ebenezer Scrooge | that story with the christmas ghosts and the felt frog

[mrhumbug]

Name: Ebenezer Scrooge | Champion of Bonds
Age: 59 | Species: Human | Occupation: Money Lender
Likes: Companionship, helping others, Christmas
Dislikes: His past, isolation, the consequences of his own actions
Traits: Hardworking, forthright, fearful
Trivia: Ebenezer's first job was bookkeeping at the Fozziwig Rubber Chicken Factory.

[He is here to have a terrible time and keep himself isolated from all the crazy people in this place, which is everyone but him. This is all a bad dream or hallucination and if it's not then the best way to deal with it is to not care about anyone else and do what's necessary to survive. And obviously that profile is almost entirely nonsense.]

[And then the memory regains start, have fun with that.]

[eudaimonikos]

[Over the past few weeks, Michael - the angel, the kind sweet immortal who dotes on humanity - has not entirely gotten on with Scrooge. He's tried, of course! He's too sweet and naive not to do that much! But he just doesn't seem to get why he's so mean!

Internally, Michael the Demon actually quite liked the guy. He's funny! A real asshole, but it was nice to have someone like that around when Michael couldn't be an asshole himself. He got to live vicariously a little! So, in spite of his cover, he'd hung around the guy a fair amount! Most likely, no one except Michael was happy with this!

...the truth is, he'd begun to contemplate finally killing someone, and Scrooge was high on the list. He's a suspicious sort of person, a lot like Eleanor in that way, and he knew how things with Eleanor had gone. But he'd decided to bide his time a little longer, and now it's Sunday morning again, and he...hadn't known. He hadn't known anything at all.

He's lurking in the kitchen, despite the fact that he rarely eats, hoping to catch some people this morning. He's not sure what he should do or how to do it, but he knows he'd better do something.]

Morning. [It's not his usual chipper greeting, and the way he now openly looks Scrooge over is definitely not his usual. Not unfriendly, but not really pretending at anything, either.] How's Sunday treating you?

Ao Hoshizaki | Blue Reflection Second Light

[angedechu]

Name: Ao Hoshizaki| Champion Lost Girl | Cyclical
Age: 15 | Species: Human| Occupation: Student, magical girl
Likes: Anime, YA novels
Dislikes: Studying, boring stuff
Traits: Goofy, flirty, empathetic
Trivia: Ao used to call herself Moon Shadow in middle school.

[Ao is a self-proclaimed isekai protagonist. She doesn't know why she became a magical girl (or maybe she does, it's hard to get an answer out of her). She just sees this affair to be a vacation from a vacation. At least until the bodies start dropping. Even then, Ao prefers to keep moral up.

Parties? Sure! Stupid activities? Definitely! It doesn't matter if you're a thousand year vampire or a fellow teenager, Ao is going to help you keep your spirits up! If you happen to be a fellow teenage girl she might flirt a little on the way, too. We're all friends here, it's fine!

The murders do bother h er a lot but they have to keep moving on. If they don't... well, she won't let that happen! She might not be the leader here but she's going to make sure that everyone comes out alright. That's the job of a protagonist, right?]

claire wanted a dad-shaped friend so you get one

[favoriteanalyst]

Name: Mobius M. Mobius | Champion of the Sacred Timeline | Timestamped | Your Dad, Wow! | Super TVA Level Analyst
Age: ██ | Species: Human | Occupation: Time Agent
Likes: Jet skis, Josta, mischievous scamps, peace at the end of time
Dislikes: Betrayal, the unrepentant, cutting back on caffeine, jumpscares
Traits: Insubordinate, stubborn, unpredictable, petty
Trivia: Mobius only apprehends the most dangerous variants on the timeline. That probably does not include any of yours.

[Mobius does not initially seem like his traits at all, aside from maybe stubborn. Mostly he seems like a folksy dopey tired pencil pusher federal agent type, overly casual, overly curious, but fairly boring. Right up until the point when the first motive happens. Then he does a lot of pushing it with the rules to see how far he can bend them, and tries to have verbal sparring matches with the overseer(s) every time they show up. It's pretty entertaining to watch, actually, and definitely lives up to petty.

He tends to be the voice of reason to people, endearingly encouraging, willing to call people out on their absolute bullshit, and has an uncanny ability to cold read people to a certain extent. It's nothing supernatural, he's just observant. While he doesn't set out to play therapist, conversations with him do tend to turn...in that kind of direction, for better or worse. Very nearly no one is a lost cause to him. Maybe reading into demeanor and tics over the span of a couple of weeks will help him to reveal a killer?

Good to have around investigations. Pretty good to have around afterparties. Not here for anyone moralizing, though. Takes him a while to acclimate to time moving in a constant state of forward. Gravitates toward particularly troubled people. Is not actually your dad (wow), but still probably the most conveniently dad-shaped person in the round.]

after all that i was too filled with ennui to actually make icons

[amorevolous]

Name: LΛmbda | Champion Love Freak | Cute Cupid
Age: Yes | Species: Virtuadoll | Occupation: Virtuadoll
Likes: Music, flowers, chocolate, romance, humans
Dislikes: Being left alone
Traits: Loyal, lighthearted, lovey-dovey.
Trivia: Lambda's favourite genre of music is electro pop.

[ A few weeks into their time aboard the Fantasy Sweet, you'd be forgiven for thinking that Lambda has completely forgotten they're in the middle of a death game. She'd been all in on the whole premise of everyone dating everyone – they didn't call her the Champion Love Freak for nothing, it seems – and her enthusiasm hasn't been at all dampened by the turn things have taken towards deadly. It's not that she doesn't understand what's going on, but she seems completely unmoved by it all. In some ways, it's a positive more than a negative – they need someone to keep morale up and she's got smiles and affection and overflowing compassion for everyone, cuddly and touchy-feely with everyone who'll allow her to be. But as the weeks go on, her airy detachment has started its share of arguments and no matter how often it happens, she seems unable or unwilling to understand that the problem is her.

So it's perhaps a surprise to find her on Sunday not in the karaoke bar, as is her usual haunt, but in the garden, sitting and staring at the memorial garden that's been steadily growing during their time here. She's shown little to no interest in it before but now she's staring at it with flat, tired eyes that seem out of place and strange on her.

Something is definitely strange. ]

Peaches | DnD OC

[thorncreek]

Name: Astreas Steadyheart-Thorncreek | Champion Bull | Champion of Thorncreek | Granny's Boy
Age: 23 | Species: Minotaur | Occupation: Mercenary, farmhand
Likes: Woodworking, family, his friends, critters
Dislikes: Fighting, when friends argue, thinking too hard
Traits: Gregarious, friendly, gentle
Trivia: Astreas often goes by his childhood nickname 'Peaches'.

['Peaches' was raised since he was young with the large halfling Thorncreek family. For that reason Peaches is a person who knows how intimidating he is. He acts a bit oblivious but he realizes that not everyone is used to seeing a minotaur. He won't be upset if people, especially the more serious kind, refer to him by his given name but he figures that people are more at ease with someone who calls themself a somewhat silly name. Especially in tense situations like this.

He won't lie if asked that this situation makes him incredibly nervous. Peaches is more at home fighting off wildlife or scaring bandits. That's why he tries to be the one to take care of everyone. Hurt yourself while investigating? Peaches is there with a handkerchief to put on your cut or willing to carry you to the infirmary. He's practically the life of the afterparties, too.

Though, when the arguing gets intense? He'll likely try to calm everyone down... by shouting. He doesn't do well with people he likes arguing and if he talks to you? You're a friend. A stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet, that's the Thorncreek way!

Of course that means either he makes it to the end or dies tragically. You know, the usual for a friendly giant in a murder game.]

i rolled motive day IN SPAAAAAAACE

[none_orange_left_beef]

[It's. Been a time, on the murderstation. The routine is an unfortunate one, but it's there by now.]

[And this week it seems like maybe the Champions aren't the only ones getting tired of it; Mordecai stares up at the PA speaker that's just delivered this week's incentive, arms crossed.]

...Anyone want t' tell me what a chee-to is and why anyone'd want to kill for them?