I think its customary to post the role pms after the game is over so:
Splitpersonality.
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Name:Jacob Alexander.
Aliegence: Town (doctor)
Synopsis: You are Jacob Alexander, Second Heir to the Alexander family, son to Michael Alexander a well known, up and coming, Welsh businessman and head of a widespread Watchmakers company, "catering to the rich and affluent who have always wondered why they have to make do with only 2 diamonds in thier Platinum Pocketwatch". Due to your families widespread influence, including an uncle in the house of Commons, your father had been able to set up shop all over the Empire and even in foreign cities like Paris, Rome and Washington have welcomed him with open arms.
Due to this you have had to knuckle down and strive to become a businessman yourself, seeing as you wont be the one to inherit your fathers estate you had to make your own way in the world. your are currently struggling to set up a store chain of your own in Manchester making fine furniture. Unfortunately a Bachelor's degree in history and Chemistry from Oxford does not a man of comerce make, and due to lack of investors you are down to your last 10 pounds. This reunion party is your best chance at getting support, surely getting one of your old School chum's support is guarenteed. Nothing can go wrong...
Ability: Heightened observation skills.
In your youth you were always competing with 3 siblings and as such you have developed a knack for finding and deactivating traps, mostly ones your younger brother seemed to insist setting in the toybox. Every turn you can investigate one person's room for any traps and help set up some of your own to prevent anyone from getting in and killing the occupant. You yourself have an permanent 1 in 10 chance of surving an attack but you can choose to protect yourself to turn that into a 100% protection.
Reneta
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Name: Edward White
Aliegence: Town (Investigator)
Synopsis: You are Edward White, son of a middle class chemist. Your Father read a sherlock holmes novel to you at the age of 5 you have developed an interest in detective investigations. Though you've grown up to take over the family shop you have kept up your interest as during your years at Oxford University you discovered a student run opium ring running in the dormotories. After three months of listening at doors and tailing addicts you managed to steal around 3 pounds of opium and a letter specifying a drop off point signed by James Humphrey the son and Heir of the Baron of Kendal. After gaining the evidence you anonymously left it in the dean's bedroom along with a list of the group's regular meeting places and within a day the group was arrested and the Baron's son only just escaped expultion due to his father's influence. As far as you know he did not discover your involvement but you still have a nagging doubt in the back of your mind to whether or not you will see him again.
Ability: Amature detective skills.
Your experiences in University gave you a knack for going undetected. Each night you can pick a person to spy on each night and you will gain a report on the person's movements at night.
Subotan.
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Name: William Mackrel AKA James Humphrey
Aliegence:Mafia
Synopsis: You are James Humphrey son and heir to the Baron of Kendal or at least you were until 4 years ago. You were caught running an opium den on University grounds by the dean and it took your family's influence to keep you from being arrested. Unfortunatly the embarressment caused Oxford to expell you, your father to disown you and your claim to the family fortune to be recinded. Due to your family's long tradition of vicious sibling rivalry your brothers adding insult to injury framed you for mass murder and you were forced to flee to France. With your name sullied and forced into exile by your own blood you went into a serious depression and attempted to kill yourself by setting your home on fire from the inside. This failed as the french police managed to retrieve and extinguish you before death leaving you seriously burned and disfigured.
As a final insult the incident came to the attention to one of your brothers who, to kick you while you're down, sent you evidence that the bust was because an anonymous student had tipped the dean off. The entire series of events that led to your name being besmirched, your future destroyed and your body being scarred beyond recognition had been because of a damned eavesdropper! At this point you cracked, three years of hiding in France, three years of living in shame in an absolute hell made you psycotic and all you thought about was how to make them pay. You hired cheap investigators, blackmailed professors and after a year you had narrowed it down to 10 people, You returned to england after four years of exile with one thing in mind, killing the one who destroyed you.
First on your list was an army officer who was on leave, you sneaked into his house, waited until he came home and stabbed him to death with his own bayonett. When you were making your escape you noticed a letter from one of the others on your hit list Oliver Mallwel, It contained an invite to a reunion for some class you werent in on some island retreat you barely recognise. But it doesnt matter, this is your chance, apparantly all of your targets will be attending and this is not an oppotunity to pass up.
Now here you are, on the ferry to the party posing as an army Captain, scarred beyond recognition in battle "Defending his Royal Magesty's Great empire from savages", now on leave and ready to reunite with friends and remeniss about the old days before being shipped back to india or wherever the heck the poor sod was assigned before you got to him. You dont recognise anyone and you dont particually care if you kill any innocents, your enemies are here and you dont care about anything other than making sure that they pay.
Ability: Your a mafia what are you expecting? You get one kill per night, PM me the target and he dies simple as that.
Last edited by Greyblades; 04-20-2010 at 01:14.
Being better than the worst does not inherently make you good. But being better than the rest lets you brag.
Originally Posted by Strike For The South
Don't be scared that you don't freak out. Be scared when you don't care about freaking out
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