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 Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 8:02 am
Welcome To our Nightmare Name of Nightmare: Fear: Intimacy Home: Incultra NM's Personality: Masculine, Animalistic, Mental torture, Strategic Name of Humans: Bob Dobbs Human's History: See below
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 8:04 am
Bob's House (Attic is pending)
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 8:05 am
About Me Bob Dobbs Owner of Ian's Bar and Grill. Ben and Jersey's shop Alchemic Fusions Current Mood: Is incredibly happy. IC Background: Bob came to Gaia under the Assumed name of Caleb Morley. He joined the Guild of the fallen angels with his sister. During this period is also became a member of the black church where his mind started a slow spiraling descent into madness and the dark arts. His sister fell in love and became engaged to a fallen angel but on the day of their wedding Bob crashed the ceremony and ended her life in a fit of jealousy and rage. For years he was hunted down by both guilds and was never caught. For a long time he wandered endlessly having no direction and no purpose. Though he had harbored a secret lust for his sister he had never dreamed he would be her demise. This only worsened when he fell head over heels for a very cruel man who did nothing but manipulate him just as the evil had and freaked up his mind with sadistic games. After all of this, a sick and twisted love for a sibling and for one no better than the devil why on earth would he ever get close to anyone again? Sure, he could flirt and even kiss someone but his heart had grown icy cold and as long as it did not mean anything to him he was safe. Protected from having to actually put his heart on the line for it to probably be stepped on again. Even his own wife, who he married, he is cold toward. Bob refuses to sleep in the same room with her much less give her his heart. This could be a reason why she is out of town so often however Bob enjoys the time to himself. Appearing to chase after a man he knows quite well isn't interested. Bob would not admit this to himself or anyone else for that matter. But lately . . . .weird things have been happening. He can not explain it but at times he swears something is slightly off. Like a moved portrait of Mrs. Dobbs, his ex boyfriend's old love letter showing up on his desk,the scent of his sisters favorite perfume, or a Picture of Ian seemingly smiling at him when he isnt looking. It was very unsettling but he had been under a lot of stress lately so perhaps all he needed was a break from his many shops and even his harem for Ian. Banner By EbonyDragon
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 10:39 am
About Me
Rodney McKay
Creator of The Muffin Kits and Olisikits IC Background:
Rodney grew up in a family where affection was something to be hungered over. His parents, constantly on opposing sides of every argument, often used their son to lord over their viewpoints. Affection was the reward should Rodney choose to side with one parent, but the brtual coldness from the other often left him feeling empty. His only comfort much of his childhood, was provided from his elder sister Jeannie.
The lack of affection from his parents only deepend when they found out their son had a higher intellect then most others. When Rodney placed in the upper percentile on his first IQ test, he finally found himself looked down upon by both parents. He had placed higher then either of them.
But the hunger for affection did not lessen as he got older. It only grew.
When he was 16, he was already in college, in his second term, living with an older boy. Rodney found alot of firsts then, and his hunger for affection and acceptance only intensified as he struggled through his studies and the social akward phaze of adolescence he was in. He began a tentative relationship with his roomate, that would last till his final year of college.
And would from then on leave him terrified of any touch that went past a firm handshake. When he found he prefered to be slapped in the face, then kissed on the cheek, the fear had grown enough to be a phobia.
Rodney had thought the layers of cruel indifferance and blunt social insensitivity would have been enough to protect him from his memories and his fears. Would push even the most well meaning people away, and in time would make him numb to the reminders life throws toward him.
But lately, strange things have begun to happen. Emails, he thought he had deleted long ago, float in his inbox, returning from the ether in which they once lay. Large track t-shirts he used to wear in college appear, laying on his bed after he showers, waiting to be put on. T-shirts that aren't his, and that he threw away so long ago to run from the memories they inspired.
And above it all the constant messages from John, which grate along his nerves, and make him fear close contact above anything else.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 10:42 am
Placeholder for ex. information
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 10:45 am
Placeholder for ???? PROFIT?!?!
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 11:32 am
Extra for something or other.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 3:06 pm
*Bob was typing out some work on his computer. He had been trying to write a book for the longest time but the words had not flowed as smoothly as he had wished. He took a long sip of his coffee and a smoke off of his cigarette. His wife barely lived at home anymore so he was free to smoke inside if he wished. While he was typing he was getting the slow itchy sensation of being watched. Confusion clouded his eyes as he paused typing to glance about. Seeing nothing he felt a little foolish and resumed typing. A few seconds later he paused typing again and this time he took his coffee cup into the kitchen. Maybe he had been drinking too much caffiene. When he went back into his office his wife's portrait seemed to lunched out at him from the wall. Why it was suddenly so noticable was beyond him. Worse, the picture seemed alive, as if it were staring directly at him. Sheepishly he decided that he would finish his smoking outside.*
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 7:57 pm
 *Again Bob seemed to be plagued by strange happenings and he was not sure yet if he should completely trust his eyes. After a day of going about his usual job and his classes in the Gaia Community college all he wanted was to come home after a long day to enjoy some tea and maybe get something relevant done. He had started on some laundry and after gathering a second load he was walking down the hallway to the basement. He set the laundry basket down by the still running washing machine and realized he had forgotten the detergent upstairs. As he was going towards the closet where the cleaners were he was stopped by a shadowy figure. A slow nauseating chill rose up from deep inside of him and he felt the hairs on his arms prickle as his throat closed up, strangling a scream. A mixture of fear and an overwhelming need to run washed over him and Bob stumbled backward, his face pale and wide eyed. He fell and hit his head by tripping over the hall table and on getting up, the figure was no longer there. With a shaky hand he ran it through his hair and tried to will his erratic pulse back to normal. He had known this house had a lot of history but it couldn't be . . .haunted. . . .could it?*
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 7:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 8:00 am
*A small shadow clung to the top corner of the bedroom. It watched the prone figure lying in the satin sheets, fast asleep. "Sleep well, Puppy" I have quite a lot planned for you." The shadow circled around lower and lower until it reached the head of his new toy. The greyish black mist looked at Bob's peaceful face and then seeped into the humans ear. The mans face twitched and his peaceful look was soon replaced to the contorted lines and anguished suffererage of a nightmare. In his dream, Bob was standing by a wall. His wrist encaptured by a rough brown rope. He was frantically trying to free himself knowing that something was coming. His heart was increasing and thudded agaisnt his chest as his fear rose and grew. It was coming, it was coming, it was . . .here. Bob shrunk back into the wall, away from the figure, one arm still up because of the rope. The dark figure caressed his cheek lovingly and then shook its head. "such a frightened little puppy. . . . .so afraid of intimacy. . . .terrorized by love." Bob was still clawing at the rope around his wrist.
He had to run but he was pushed back by this . . .this thing. His head hit the wall so hard he saw sparkles in the air. Before he could react the creature reached straight into his heart. It was not painful physically however Bob screamed at the top of his lungs as if it was and reached for the creatures face. If he could only push him away maybe he could get free. In truth the creature was only reading his heart, the source of the fear. Bob tried to claw at its face, to get away. His heart rate was a mile a minute. Before he could do anything else he . . . .woke up screaming and fighting the air. He realized he was on the polished wood floor right next to the high bed, confused, sweating, and disoriented. Looking up, he noticed his wrist had gotten caught in the silk sheets and was held up, just like in the dream. Irritably he freed his wrist and slowly got up, his eyes still holding the entrails of the nightmare.. After a dream that vivid and unsettling, a smoke was required before he was able to calm down. Unnoticed, a shadow flew through the ceiling as Bob left through the door.*
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 6:24 am
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