Purgatory RP [Accepting Sheets]
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Um, our deaths are almost exactly the same, I was wondering if you would mind changing it? Both of us were shot in the chest during a speakeasy raid.willofbob said:
"How did you die?: Chris was killed by seven shots from a Tommy Gun to the chest and abdomen when the speak easy he had been drinking at was raided by the police in 1929 towards the end of prohibition." Excerpt from my post.
Name: Mr. James Arling, esquire
Age and DOB: 35, born October 1883, died January 1931
Gender:Male
Race and Background: part Anglo-Saxon, part Celtic. Born in London, child of Arthur and Eliza Arling. Grew up in a wealthy and influential family and had a happy-go-lucky, carefree attitude in his youth. At the age of 14, he fell into the wrong crowd and became a succesful career criminal with a disregard for his own life and not a care in the world apart from fun. He lived for the thrill of a robbery or hijacking, but his greatest pleasure was swindling folks out of their money. He had no care for the people who's lives he ruined. Not for the hard-working policemen he shot, not for the people who were forced onto the street, not for the friends he stabbed in the back to gain his empire. In 1914, the start of WWI, he fled to Australia to avoid conscription, losing a lot of his money and power.By this point he had become jaded, leading him to bigger, more audacious cons. He took to the needle and the bottle and aged quickly, still wealthy and succesful, but a life without moderation had taken it's toll. In April, 1920, he moved to America, hoping for one last chance at excitement as the owner of a speakeasy. There, he met a beautiful woman with long, red hair. He fell in love and called her his Little Irish Rose. For a time, he was happy. The liquor business was booming and, for the first time in his life, he had a care apart from his pwn pleasure. But, even then, pleasure was fleating. He lost all his interests, and much of his empire by 1926, at the height of Al Capone's power. He still loved his wife, but began to take her for granted. In 1927, she died and Arling realised he had no pleasures in life. He had no cares in the world and he had no true hapiness. He had lived his life in a carefree state and now his cares were catching up to him. He spent his last years on this earth drinking in his own pubs as his criminal empire collapsed around him until it finally came to an end in 1929, when a rival stormed his last speakeasy. For the next year, he drank in Capone's bars, never bothering to live his life. He had done it all, and he wasn't proud. Even at this point, he had no care for what he viewed as his underlings, he only cared about losing his senses, and where his next drink was coming from. In 1929, he collapsed into his first drink of the night. The bartender, concerned, had someone take him to hospital, where he lived the last month of his life in depression. He passed away at 10:00 PM, January 26, 1930, leaving behind nearly no worldly possesions, nor any significant mark.
Personality & Sin: Tired and lazy. Fights greedy and gluttonous urges, but remains apathetic. Very little in life (death?) has any meaning to him. Rather crabby, but nice enough when you get to know him. Immensely cynical, beleiving Purgatory to be his fate. In a particularly exciting situation (e.g. a pitched battle) he will lose his tired nature and become more like the man he once was, but it never lasts long.
Appearance in Purgatory: As a human, he always wore a purple suit and a striped tie, which remains in Purgatory. Very little else remains, however. His flesh is wrinkled and grey with his lips pulled back from his yellow-toothed mouth, which exudes a pungent red gas, smelling something like alcohol. His eyes are tiny pin-pricks in his face and his limbs are stick-thin. on his hip is always a full hip-flask he uses to drink away the pain. His hair is long, silver and grimy, going doen below his shoulders and constantly dripping something which, on close inspection, turns out to be brandy. Chains hang from him, often attached to empty shot glasses or bottles, his slavery to the drink, or wispy bright lights showing scenes of his past adventures. One, however, is merely attached to a pocket-watch, containing a photo of his Irish Rose.
How did you die?: Alcohol poisoning bedridden by Christmas 1930, comatose for the last two weeks of his life.
Age and DOB: 35, born October 1883, died January 1931
Gender:Male
Race and Background: part Anglo-Saxon, part Celtic. Born in London, child of Arthur and Eliza Arling. Grew up in a wealthy and influential family and had a happy-go-lucky, carefree attitude in his youth. At the age of 14, he fell into the wrong crowd and became a succesful career criminal with a disregard for his own life and not a care in the world apart from fun. He lived for the thrill of a robbery or hijacking, but his greatest pleasure was swindling folks out of their money. He had no care for the people who's lives he ruined. Not for the hard-working policemen he shot, not for the people who were forced onto the street, not for the friends he stabbed in the back to gain his empire. In 1914, the start of WWI, he fled to Australia to avoid conscription, losing a lot of his money and power.By this point he had become jaded, leading him to bigger, more audacious cons. He took to the needle and the bottle and aged quickly, still wealthy and succesful, but a life without moderation had taken it's toll. In April, 1920, he moved to America, hoping for one last chance at excitement as the owner of a speakeasy. There, he met a beautiful woman with long, red hair. He fell in love and called her his Little Irish Rose. For a time, he was happy. The liquor business was booming and, for the first time in his life, he had a care apart from his pwn pleasure. But, even then, pleasure was fleating. He lost all his interests, and much of his empire by 1926, at the height of Al Capone's power. He still loved his wife, but began to take her for granted. In 1927, she died and Arling realised he had no pleasures in life. He had no cares in the world and he had no true hapiness. He had lived his life in a carefree state and now his cares were catching up to him. He spent his last years on this earth drinking in his own pubs as his criminal empire collapsed around him until it finally came to an end in 1929, when a rival stormed his last speakeasy. For the next year, he drank in Capone's bars, never bothering to live his life. He had done it all, and he wasn't proud. Even at this point, he had no care for what he viewed as his underlings, he only cared about losing his senses, and where his next drink was coming from. In 1929, he collapsed into his first drink of the night. The bartender, concerned, had someone take him to hospital, where he lived the last month of his life in depression. He passed away at 10:00 PM, January 26, 1930, leaving behind nearly no worldly possesions, nor any significant mark.
Personality & Sin: Tired and lazy. Fights greedy and gluttonous urges, but remains apathetic. Very little in life (death?) has any meaning to him. Rather crabby, but nice enough when you get to know him. Immensely cynical, beleiving Purgatory to be his fate. In a particularly exciting situation (e.g. a pitched battle) he will lose his tired nature and become more like the man he once was, but it never lasts long.
Appearance in Purgatory: As a human, he always wore a purple suit and a striped tie, which remains in Purgatory. Very little else remains, however. His flesh is wrinkled and grey with his lips pulled back from his yellow-toothed mouth, which exudes a pungent red gas, smelling something like alcohol. His eyes are tiny pin-pricks in his face and his limbs are stick-thin. on his hip is always a full hip-flask he uses to drink away the pain. His hair is long, silver and grimy, going doen below his shoulders and constantly dripping something which, on close inspection, turns out to be brandy. Chains hang from him, often attached to empty shot glasses or bottles, his slavery to the drink, or wispy bright lights showing scenes of his past adventures. One, however, is merely attached to a pocket-watch, containing a photo of his Irish Rose.
How did you die?: Alcohol poisoning bedridden by Christmas 1930, comatose for the last two weeks of his life.
sure, i'm in 
Name: Tom Milner
Age and DOB: age; 35 DOB: 23/04/1896
Gender: male
Race and Background: born in chicago. anglo/american, after learning of the proibition in america, he moved to england to escape it.
Personality & Sin: tall, wiry and seemingly emotionless. he spent most of his time alive drunk or drinking.
Appearance in Purgatory: he is very fat, but moves like any normal man (like the heavy) his voice is deep and booming, he cannot run fast at all and cannot drink strong alcohol without spewing it back up.
How did you die?: he had too much to drink one day, went driving and crashed into a water tower, killing him and several others. died the day after his birthday, 24/04/1925
Name: Tom Milner
Age and DOB: age; 35 DOB: 23/04/1896
Gender: male
Race and Background: born in chicago. anglo/american, after learning of the proibition in america, he moved to england to escape it.
Personality & Sin: tall, wiry and seemingly emotionless. he spent most of his time alive drunk or drinking.
Appearance in Purgatory: he is very fat, but moves like any normal man (like the heavy) his voice is deep and booming, he cannot run fast at all and cannot drink strong alcohol without spewing it back up.
How did you die?: he had too much to drink one day, went driving and crashed into a water tower, killing him and several others. died the day after his birthday, 24/04/1925
So he's the anti-my character, then.Tom Milner said:sure, i'm in
Name: Tom Milner
Age and DOB: age; 35 DOB: 23/04/1896
Gender: male
Race and Background: born in chicago. anglo/american, after learning of the proibition in america, he moved to england to escape it.
Personality & Sin: tall, wiry and seemingly emotionless. he spent most of his time alive drunk or drinking.
Appearance in Purgatory: he is very fat, but moves like any normal man (like the heavy) his voice is deep and booming, he cannot run fast at all and cannot drink strong alcohol without spewing it back up.
How did you die?: he had too much to drink one day, went driving and crashed into a water tower, killing him and several others. died the day after his birthday, 24/04/1925
Also, I'm not the GM, so I really have no say in whether or not you get in, but you really should consider a more detailed background.
Name: Lepton Vrede
Age and DOB: age; 32 DOB: 382 AD
Gender: male
Race and Background: Born in Rome slightly before the great split between Eastern and Western Rome, he quickly left Rome in an attempt to gain power and avoid the riots. In this, he gained a series of followers and became governor of a new forming state near current day Poland. In an attempt to gain more influence and power, he disbanded the other branches of the starting government in hopes he would rise as the sole power of his new forming state. They responded by cornering and killing his son in cold blood. In turn, he started a small war against the dissenters attempting to slaughter the growing resistance, amidst the chaos the city was set on fire, everyone ran out and later died of hunger due to food storage being destroyed, Lepton however died earlier, he never escaped the fire, dying around the city he brought up and burned down.
Personality & Sin: His sin was wrath, he is confrontational and has a quick temper, he can not stand the thought of losing anything and will do anything to win. He does not have a sadistic side and often attempts to do the correct thing but is usually thrown off course by his temper and ability to hold a grudge.
Appearance in Purgatory: He died at the height of 5 ft 7 inches, his hair is blonde and he has burning blue eyes. Often seen in a royal robe befitting a king.
How did you die?: He burned to death, his body was never recovered.
Age and DOB: age; 32 DOB: 382 AD
Gender: male
Race and Background: Born in Rome slightly before the great split between Eastern and Western Rome, he quickly left Rome in an attempt to gain power and avoid the riots. In this, he gained a series of followers and became governor of a new forming state near current day Poland. In an attempt to gain more influence and power, he disbanded the other branches of the starting government in hopes he would rise as the sole power of his new forming state. They responded by cornering and killing his son in cold blood. In turn, he started a small war against the dissenters attempting to slaughter the growing resistance, amidst the chaos the city was set on fire, everyone ran out and later died of hunger due to food storage being destroyed, Lepton however died earlier, he never escaped the fire, dying around the city he brought up and burned down.
Personality & Sin: His sin was wrath, he is confrontational and has a quick temper, he can not stand the thought of losing anything and will do anything to win. He does not have a sadistic side and often attempts to do the correct thing but is usually thrown off course by his temper and ability to hold a grudge.
Appearance in Purgatory: He died at the height of 5 ft 7 inches, his hair is blonde and he has burning blue eyes. Often seen in a royal robe befitting a king.
How did you die?: He burned to death, his body was never recovered.
Go for it, I think Pride is uncontested.VonKlaw said:
Just pop it in a spoiler, and maybe more detail in personality?drmigit2 said:
Name: Grigori Pahlen
Age and DOB: 32, born 1892
Gender: Male
Race and Background: The son of Russian nobility, Grigori earnt a commission in the army through family collections and generous bribes by his father. A captain during the First World War, Grigori was incompetent but nevertheless believed himself to be a master strategist.
When the Eastern Front began to collapse, he ignored orders and advise by subordinates to retreat and instead ordered his men to attack a heavily garrisoned German town, believing that his strategy would allow them to succeed, and that "his name would be recorded in history as the greatest strategist ever". Outnumbered and heavily out supplied by the German troops, his men were swiftly massacred. Retreating back to Petrograd, Grigori denied receiving the orders to retreat, and insisted that the loss was caused by his men's ineptitude.
Personality & Sin: Grigori is guilty of the sin of pride, for his arrogance caused the death of countless men. Despite this, he still believes himself to be a master strategist and to be superior to most men. He is fairly intelligent, knowing a number of European languages. A pompous man, he is nevertheless fairly friendly, believing that everyone else cannot help "not being as incredibly smart as I am".
Appearance in Purgatory: A slightly underweight man of medium build and height, Grigori still wears his army uniform in purgatory, despite it being relatively impractical, and refuses to take off his hat due to his receding hairline. His hair is greyed slightly, including the small moustache he continues to keep maintained in pristine condition.
How did you die?: Grigori fell to his death while fleeing from the Bolsheviks during the Russian Civil War. He believed his strategy of barricading the door to the grubby flat he was hiding in would allow him to escape. It did...but it didn't save him from the two story floor out the window.
Age and DOB: 32, born 1892
Gender: Male
Race and Background: The son of Russian nobility, Grigori earnt a commission in the army through family collections and generous bribes by his father. A captain during the First World War, Grigori was incompetent but nevertheless believed himself to be a master strategist.
When the Eastern Front began to collapse, he ignored orders and advise by subordinates to retreat and instead ordered his men to attack a heavily garrisoned German town, believing that his strategy would allow them to succeed, and that "his name would be recorded in history as the greatest strategist ever". Outnumbered and heavily out supplied by the German troops, his men were swiftly massacred. Retreating back to Petrograd, Grigori denied receiving the orders to retreat, and insisted that the loss was caused by his men's ineptitude.
Personality & Sin: Grigori is guilty of the sin of pride, for his arrogance caused the death of countless men. Despite this, he still believes himself to be a master strategist and to be superior to most men. He is fairly intelligent, knowing a number of European languages. A pompous man, he is nevertheless fairly friendly, believing that everyone else cannot help "not being as incredibly smart as I am".
Appearance in Purgatory: A slightly underweight man of medium build and height, Grigori still wears his army uniform in purgatory, despite it being relatively impractical, and refuses to take off his hat due to his receding hairline. His hair is greyed slightly, including the small moustache he continues to keep maintained in pristine condition.
How did you die?: Grigori fell to his death while fleeing from the Bolsheviks during the Russian Civil War. He believed his strategy of barricading the door to the grubby flat he was hiding in would allow him to escape. It did...but it didn't save him from the two story floor out the window.
Done.
Can't ask for more. I'll post up who we have so far, just to confirm. Might be able to start tomorrow!VonKlaw said: