(Note on profile: basically an update of the concept thingy. ******** you. >: )
Name: Daniel Stellar
Gender: Male – XY Chromosome
Age: Twenty-Six
Sexuallity: He'll ******** anything that'll bend over.
Appearance: Look to Cert, also..
Daniel is no longer something of a young teenage boy. Although, in his teenage years, he was merely skinny and gangly. But now, n his mid-twenties, he has filled out a good bit. A man standing at nearly 6”, his frame is tall, and his body somewhat toned, bordering on slim and lithe. And despite not being the strongest, he has, of course, relied mostly on his general smarts.
Along with this build come many features, as any human might have. And whether they are “unique,” or not is purely up to the one looking at him. As for his facial features.. His chin is angular, although his nose is somewhat defined. As you might expect, with his age, after a few days in Silent Hill, he may develop stubble, but so far, has kept his face nice and clean. While he is hygienic, despite his smoking, he manages to avoid any corn-colored teeth. And, with a charmer-s sort of smile and eyes that often close in concentration, he can be considered a somewhat.. odd man. His hair, which is in fact blonde, falls just a bit past the chin, straight till the strands curl in the slightest outwards at the end. His eyes, of course, are green. A darker shade, impressively enough. And with his face, a small scar is on the left side of his jaw, barely visible from there, but visible down his neck, stopping mid way. Obviously, he has come in contact with something sharp, although definitely does not want to talk about it.
With pale skin that is darkening slightly, he has a somewhat clear complexion. Save for, of course, the facial scar.. As for what he wears, he is, impressively, mostly a casual dresser. But, as he considers Silent Hill unbearably cold, he has instead opted to dress.. “up.” With a dark turtleneck on, both for the purpose of keeping him warm and hissing most of the scar, he wears a slim-fitted, dark green jacket - with many pockets, and of course, a shade that nearly matches his eyes. As for under that.. He dresses fairly simply. Dark jeans that he wears a dark belt with upon his legs, and then heavy-duty boots, designed for snow treading. Although so far, they haven’t helped him much with the cold..
Personality: Daniel, for his age, is somewhat.. immature. A man to crack a grin at some of the dumbest things, he has not gained very much good attention amongst his peers. However, denying that he isn’t a good detective, of sort, would be ridiculous. In his small town, situated far from Silent Hill, the thinker.. more cunning side of his personality has bloomed as he’s worked. As he is rather curious about the unknown, when given this Silent Hill assignment, he did research it a good bit. To be honest, of course he was creeped. Because, as a human, isn’t it sort of hard not to be disturbed by anything like that? Still, his general enthusiasm over situations, even of this type, peaked through, and he accepted the job.
As for more on his personality.. Well, I suppose it may be best to meet him yourself.
Any other specifics/notes?: A frequent smoker, he enjoys all sorts of cigarettes. Even so, he is rather hygienic, so, manages to avoid the smell of cigarettes and yellow teeth.. most of the time. Also note that so far, he doesn't have much on.. weapons. Really only a five dollar flashlight you'd find at some random truck stop.
How he Arrived
Silent Hill – what the hell is up with you? Underground fires, and snow you couldn’t be sure of. Was it snow or just ash? In a way, Silent Hill could be connected with some sort of Death Camp. 24-Hour furnace, right? Oh well, knowing everything about this abandoned town was less than important. What WAS important was finding what he came for.. Because as it were, nobody came to Silent Hill without a reason.
Daniel Stellar’s lips pursed against the unpleasant cold. He had travelled a long way to this town. And, coming from a warmer region, he was not used to things like snow. Right now, snow seemed fairly likely. For because as it was cold, it was also quite foggy. So thick, that it was difficult to see just a few inches in front of you. So, with cold weather came snow.. didn’t it? It was shrugged off rather quickly. Daniel was walking towards the town. And although the opening to the town was not quite open yet, he continued. Having followed a small map which was clutched in one hand, he used his other hand to lightly trace his path in pen, so that he wouldn’t get lost. It had to have been nearly two miles ago that his car – which he thought was in excellent shape – shut down. That meant no heater, damnit! Oh well, nobody seemed to be around, so he doubted his car would be robbed, or anything like that.
As for what drew him here.. It was, the missing people. No, well, he knew of the many missing people, but it was one of the recently missing. A young man who had disappeared two or three weeks ago. His family were disappointed with the police, who assured them that there son would not be capable of entering the town because of police blockades, and locks. So, in a way.. Daniel was a Private Detective. Paid a good price to come to a shitty place like this, no doubt. He was to slip into Silent Hill, and find some sort of clues. Even if it was hard to see through all of this abominable fog.
However, finally giving up on drawing his map, he grumbled, stopping for a moment and tucking the paper under his arm, and the pen in the front breast pocket of his coat. Now his hand wandered elsewhere, and soon, he pulled out a Menthol cigarette from his pocket. Hey, his lucky brand – Lucky Sevens (lol references), and pressed it to his lips, and with a few flicks of his lighter, it was lit and he gave it a small suck before putting the lighter away, and continuing, smoking as he went on, now with his eyes once more glued to the map. But, only when he looked to the map did he notice..
And suddenly, his eyes raised and he blinked, staring at the large gate and tarp blockade, with a police, “No Crossing” sign. He paused briefly before a smirk found it’s way to his lips, bent around the cigarette, which he continued smoking, of course. He stepped forward, over the tape, and after some brief looking around, located what seemed to be a small, dirt road side-entrance into the city. Not exactly what he wanted, but, hell, Daniel would live. And so, with his smirk slowly fading, he headed down the path and into tbe city. It was, another unpleasantly long walk. Really, didn’t he get anything easy? He was a smoker, should he be expected to do so much.. activity? Hah.
Still, his “efforts,” so to speak, did pay off. And, in due time he found himself entering the less modern part of town. But, then again, the town seemed to lose it’s population somewhere in the seventies, so there really was nothing modern, wherever you looked. In fact, he could make out the model of a car that his dad once owned. Jeez, the thing must have been considered pretty top quality, back in the owner’s original time. But, he could figure the owner fro the past was probably really old, or dead by then. Hadn’t a huge fire swept through parts of the town, at some time? Caused a lot of deaths and all of that jazz..
These thoughts over cars and Silent Hills general past were forgotten as he sighed. Honestly, he was tired, but continuing on was a necessary action. His feet moved, but, it was only for a short while. Because, perhaps his luck and fortune were more forgiving than he thought? Around the time his cigarette was mostly finished, his eyes caught what seemed to be.. an old motel? He paused for a few, “thinking,” moments, and finally broke into a soft smile. He supposed a small nap wouldn’t be out of the question? He doubted anybody would know that he had dosed off, and if he didn’t pay for the room, who was there to tell him to? So, with this smile came a soft laugh. His feet were aching from the cold that had leaked into his boots, and after promptly removing the cigarette from his lips and smashing it below his foot, he hurried along.
To his disappointment, nearly all of the rooms were locked. And when he found an open one, it carried a rather foul stench to it. The bathroom was.. nailed up? The door was covered in ply wood, nailed to the frame and closing the door up. He couldn’t locate the source of the scent, but guessed it was coming from there.. And, despite being thoroughly creeped out by it, he ignored it. What could happen, hm? He’d be asleep, and any horrible secrets within that bathroom were nailed up inside of there. So.. nothing to worry about..
He kicked the door shot promptly and locked it before stepping slowly towards the bed and giving a relaxed sigh as he laid down. It was a soft bed, despite being dusty, and so, his back and legs thanked him for taking the risk of sleeping. He stretched out, closed his eyes, and then.. everything went dark.
It had to have been a few hours later that he awoke, coughing. Had the air become thicker? He could swear he could smell smoke.. Worried that some sort of fire had broken out, he pulled up quickly and hurried out of the room. Although, upon examining the motel, he found that nothing was that.. And that the smell disappeared outside.. (Yet he had failed to notice this burning smell was coming, in fact, from the bathroom of his room.) It was darker now, so he had to remove the flash light from his small pocket. Hey, it was cheap, but it would probably do for a bit. So using it to illuminate his way, he sought the path he had come from. It was higher ground, so perhaps, if anything truly was on fire, he could see it from there.
Still, when he reached the path.. something much more terrifying than a fire met him there.
Halfway up the path, he was forced to stop. And staring down, his lips tugged into a frown, and his eyes were wide. How could something so.. HORRIBLE happen in such a span of time? Was it even possible?! This horrible thing was.. the path. The path from then on was.. gone. Just a place of space. Too long a space to jump, it wasn’t apparent it had a bottom, either.
“What the hell.. what the hell Is going on?”
He had to be dreaming some really bad nightmare!
But suddenly, a loud, inhuman screech sounded from behind him, and he turned quickly.
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