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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:44 pm
Player Name
Bozley Jones
Player's Controller
generalbloodless
Roleplays Touched
Complex!; Mental; Mental: The Reawakening
Allies
Rob, Gemini
Occupation
Patient of Subania
Purpose/Personal Objectives
He's not really sure. He got thrown in here for a domestic violence case which sent him into a psychotic episode that he cannot recall. He swears that he's having visions and thoughts about some "other life", but cannot dig them out of his subconscious. He's, for now, just trying to survive and figure out his self-mysteries.
Previous Accomplishments
Writes in a journal a few times a week. The journal acts as his character development. It's...therapeudic.
Physical Description
His body is riveted with scars that he cannot place, and his back hosts the largest of them all, a 2.5 foot crescent beauty...He's about 5'8, with a medium build but surprisingly powerful arm and leg muscles. He has short, unkempt blonde hair, and a weak yet insightful stare looming in his grey eyes.
Magical Description
Couldn't tell ya.
Statistics
Lv. ???
HP: ???/???
MP: ???/???
Espers: ----
Skills: ----
Location
He currently resides on floor 1 of the Subania Institute.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:45 pm
Journal 1:---------------------------------------------------- Dear Journal,
Is it wrong that I feel out of place here? I'm fine...a simple episode of battery...domestic...nothing more. *Sigh*...this journal will keep me sane. I know that all too well. Perhaps I'll start by documenting some of the things I've learned here...
Start with the beginning...Well, my name is-
Oh...s**t, it's time for my meds...well, at least that nurse has huge tits...maybe I'll drop them this time...get a little peek of thos-
Uh...till we meet again!
Bozley.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:47 pm
Journal 2:------------------------------------------------------- Dear Journal,
Quick little tidbit of history here before I go to sleep...
Did you know that on April 11th, 2007, at 6:00 PM, the world experienced "Meow Day?"
Yeah, it's strange...
I heard that anyone Roleplaying could bypass the GM's rule by meowing at this time and date, replenishing 50 HP and 10 MP in their character's stats. Weird, huh?? Who thinks of these things, anyways?
Oh, and another happening: I was walking down the hallway today, and someone who I have never seen before ran up to me, kneeled, and praised me as his "Dark Prince"...hah. Certainly this wouldn't usually faze me...but I don't know. Something seemed so convincing...so...familiar. Oh well. Night.
-Bozley
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:50 pm
Journal 3:---------------------------------------------------------- Hi Journal...
I've been noticing something odd lately...I have a huge scar on my back!
Weird, huh? Yeah, see, since there are no mirrors here, I never really noticed anything, but when I was getting my sponge bath, the nurse ran her fingers over it...it seemed to be crescent-shaped...
I really don't remember getting this scar...and I'm worried...
I think Subania did it to me. In fact, I don't think my name is really Bozley. Have you ever heard of...dissociative fugue disorder? Look it up...I swear, something inside me is clamoring to escape. It feels...it...it feels good! I want to let it out...
And soon I will.
A new day is dawning,
Bozley
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:59 pm
Journal 4:------------------------------------------------ Dear Journal.
Been having strange dreams lately.
Sorry for the matter-of-fact typing...but I feel cold and scarred right now...
Dream last night: Went to an old cottage, where lived an elderly couple. I was invited in and ate supper with them. Shortly afterwards, I proceeded to stab both multiple times in the eyeballs, letting them bleed wildly on the floor. I cast aside my puny kitchen knife and gathered embers from the fire, spilling them all over the surface they were thrashing on. As they burned in reveilles of torture, I quickly cut off their hands and feet. Promising to heal them, I made them crawl on their bloody stumps to me...where they died. Raising them from the dead as easily as snapping my damn fingers, this sickening...me took their zombified bodies and peeled off their live flesh, stuffing it down their throats...and mine.
I left as calmly as I had come...and woke up without a hitch.
What could this all mean?
B.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:49 pm
Journal 5:-------------------------------------------- Dear Journal...
Less dreams...more "night terrors". I wake up screaming, tense, and fervent...but don't know why. Really starting to think there's a good reason for why I'm here.
Also...in my most recent fragment of a dream, I seemed to witness a killing technique...
When up against a significantly less powerful enemy, the thing will glow green for a quick second...as the body's message to you to make an "Easy Kill". In an easy kill, you completely bypass the monotony of fighting and rolls by just typing an awesome post of your bloody, victorious exploits. Spells will only cost half MP, and you may have a chance for a small EXP bonus if your post is long and well-thought out. I did this a multitude of times...
Also, it would be best to keep a log of what enemies you can bypass...
Anyways...just thought I'd mention it.
-Bozley
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 8:17 pm
Journal 6:-------------------------------------------- Dear journal,
So...I've done some asking around...and I've discovered that people around here are starting to get...uneasy. There's talk of a hotel on the 13th floor...a hotel. With people and air and water and bags and beds and CAKE!
OH, THE CAKE!!!!!!!
Besides the cake, there's probably cake. And you know what, I'm uneasy too...I mean, why a hotel in Subania? Don't these people know what's going on down here? How come they can't just come down here...and break us all the ******** outta here? I don't know, journal, but something...just doesn't feel right. I feel like I've been somewhere all too similar to this...but I can't put my finger on it. All I know is that it falls in with all the recent dreams, scars...and confusion that are going on in my insignificant little life right now...
I mean, well, who am I, really? I don't remember a childhood as Bozley, no adolescence, either. It's like...I have amnesia or something. I don't know, but it's just plain not good. At least the dreams stopped for now...those were, well...
Yeah.
-Bozley
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 7:29 pm
Journal 7:------------------------------------------ Well Journal,
I can't just sit around waiting any longer... I mean, the nurse is nice and all... If you catch my drift... But she's not giving me anything except for the meds and a ha- aaa..... Well, you know.......
Case in point? I need to start finding some answers. If I just wait to find out when the meds finally do their job... It'll take too long. So for now... I'm gonna' start exploring a little... Maybe make my way up to that 13'th floor... See what's really going on.
I just... Don't feel like myself anymore... And I need to figure out why. That, and where all these scars came from... I almost feel like...
I gave more than I recieved...
-Bozley...?
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