Siren's Pull Application
Player Information
Name: Scrib
Age: 23
AIM SN: scribblecloud
email: i.speak.gnomish@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? da
Currrently Played Characters: taketheearsoff (Sander Cohen), flipdatpage (Destiny of the Endless)
Conditional: Activity Check Link: link
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Hanna is Not a Boy’s Name
Canon Format: comic
Character's Name: Lee Falun
Character's Age: 36
Conditional: If your character is 13 years of age or under, please clarify how they will be played. -
What form will your character's NV take?
A cellphone
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities:
Lee is a ghost, dead since the day his best friend, Veser's father, killed him and hanged his corpse. As a ghost, he is bound to his body by the noose 'round his neck. As a spirit, he is confused, vengeful, and afraid (as any man in his position might be). Without a physical form, his emotions come in bipolar waves. His "humanity" often sapped from him when his rage and depression consume him.
It's known that he may briefly manifest himself to touch things (for instance, when he knocks Veser over and grabs him by the ankles to drag him away). Lee is also capable of possession.
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them?
The Core will grant Lee the ability to re-materialize his spirit into a physical form, granting him a brief reprieve from spiritdom as well as a chance to meander around the island like a normal humanoid being. At the end of his materialization period, he’ll deteriorate back into a ghost and the rope around his neck will go taut, reeling him back to the proximity of his corpse. The length that he may remain in a true physical form will increase as time progresses (and as he masters the ability).
Weapons: A crowbar.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History:
First regarded as the ghost who got kinda pissed off whenever a girl was off key, Lee turned out to have much more deeply rooted problems than an intolerance for bad singing. As a ghost he is irritable, jealous and vengeful no matter who it is he may be talking to, having bouts of aggression coupled with crippling sadness and self pity. As a person, Lee was commonly confused, well meaning but dull, and had a horrible ability to push the worst case scenario out of his head in favor of a much more comforting half-truth. Lee was really the only parental figure in Veser’s life, but he failed to really understand how much Veser needed him. That is, until he died.
Little is said about Lee's past. As the reader, we are provided snippets-a slideshow of his history, when he and Veser reunite for (as far as we currently conanically know) the last time. The past we're presented with is a brief, yet tragic one; one of unrequitted love, a long lived obsession over a woman that would never be his, and brutal betrayal. What is known of Lee's past, is that he's been best friends with his murderer for approximately 20 years. What is also known is that for as long as Lee has known Mrs. Hatch, the minute he heard her song, he fell madly in love with her.
Lee's a kind of surrogate father to Veser Hatch, son of the Hatchs. He pays more attention to the kid than both of Veser's parents do. However, he's not one to pry and always settles with Veser's excuses as to how he got bruised up and cut: "I got in a bike accident" or some other bogus story involving kids from school or other sports. It's apparent that Lee and Veser are close, close enough that Veser, noticing Lee's forlorn gaze while thinking about Mrs. Hatch, can tell him about the inhuman qualities of his mom. His mother is a selkie, a seal without her skin. She's trapped, forced to fake her existence as a happy housewife. When Veser has Lee guess what kept her around, he supposed it was because of Veser. Ves gave a bitter chuckle and revealed that he was surprised she didn't drown him. Veser told Lee about her pelt and asked him to help find it. Lee agreed, unaware that he's just sealed his own fate.
Lee's last known location before he is violently murdered is at a bar, taking in some liquid courage and venting his uncertainties to another bar goer (Ples Tibernoch. (the relation between the two, how much Ples knew about the pelt after Lee talked and what his involvement in the entire plot remains uncertain]). Ples warns Lee, asking him if he really knew his friend and how he was certain that his friend wouldn't resort to violence if he ever found out. The question startles Lee who was only previously worried about going to jail.
These unfortunate series of events lead to Lee's inevitable demise at the hands of his best friend. Lee was clubbed with a crow bar across the face, evident by the discoloration his spirit harbors on his face, and was then hanged. A week after he was murdered, Lee is discovered by Hanna, his sidekick Zombie, and Veser. Lee's ghost was vengeful and jealous. He displayed woe and hate towards Veser for never being told that Mr. Hatch had been beating Veser. Lee also displayed intense jealousy towards Zombie, asking "why do you get a second chance?" before diving into Zombie's body and possessing him.
Zombie!Lee, turned to Veser, with crowbar in hand, and began to swing at him ("Keep me company!"). Meanwhile, deep in Zombie's mind, Lee's human side is just as trapped as Zombie. He explains that he needs to warn Veser and that he's so sorry for everything that's happened. Eventually, after speaking with Zombie, Lee accepts that the second chance wasn't his. He accepts that he's dead and falls when the ground breaks around him. The panel displaying a rope going taut. This, however, is not the last we see of Lee. On the latest page, when narration speaks of what had happened last time one of the company, Conrad, was left behind, the last panel turns to Lee, who watches from a small yellow lit window.
Point in Canon: Post exorcism from Zombie's body.
Conditional: Brief summary of previous RP history: N/A
Character Personality:
Lee Falun, for the most part, is a good guy. He's caring and trusting, two traits you'd want in any best friend. Though a bit naive, he figures his way around things. The depths of his trust is nearly never-ending, deep enough to not press Veser (or confront Mr. Hatch) when he noticed the frequent bruises and cuts. Part of it may be because Lee refused to see the truth as long as it made life a little easier. If he believed his best friend could do no harm and had the most wonderful wife, then that's what he went with, selfishly brushing aside the few anomalies that popped up to remind him otherwise. That, if he was able to ignore that, then he could continue to live his pseudo-life, drifting through it like a dreamer and fantasizing over Mrs. Hatch.
Lee's a shining example of someone struck by a selkie's song. He's absolutely enamored with all things Mrs. Hatch. He has a one track mind and it often turns back to her (though he won't always mention his thoughts, it's difficult to miss the expression that crosses his face when they turn to her). Veser, the son of the Hatchs, strongly resembling his father which leads to the exposure of Falun's darker half. As a ghost, Lee is jealous, lonely, and spiteful. Without a body to contain his spirit, I feel Lee's spirit is no longer constrained - that his emotions are free to run where they please resulting in the flip-flopping of thoughts and feelings from one moment to the next. There's a very distinct ghost personality and then there's the shred of humanity he's managed to cling to.
Lee though tentative and thoughtful, has a poor grasp of the big picture. His trusting nature and lack of foresight, combined with the need to help his "not-son" out (and assist the love he's always dreamed of), lead to him robbing his best friend of the selkie's pelt...but he sticks to his word. Gotta give a guy some credit.
Conditional: Personality development in previous game: N/A
Character Plans: I want to explore the idea of having a ghost still tethered to its body (as it's supposed that most spirits are attached to something/someone/ or somewhere). I want to play with the known ghost superstitions (such as the flaring of radio static, the lingering emotions over a recent murder, and possibilities of possession). There are a few players whom have expressed interest in interacting with him and I'm equally anxious to bounce off of them and others.
Appearance/PB: userpics
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
[For a moment, the video and audio feeds are a buzz with white noise. On the other side, a worn man, blue skinned, glowing, and weary, with a noose 'round his neck, fades into the picture. He stands a few feet away, nervously tugging on that damned rope, increasingly self conscious and beginning to regret ever turning the phone on.]
Uh...
[He wasn't really sure what to say. Whatever plea he had preformed-the words just kinda...slipped. What do you say when you're about to be buried anyways?...]
Someone help me. I'm d-dead and they're trying to bury me! God, please help, I can't go down there!
Third Person Sample
A skeletal husk drifts listlessly. Back and forth. Circles and circles around the corpse of a hanged man. If one were to look closely, the could make out the rope that bound the blue spirit to the body. Lee sulked, drawn into his own misery over recent events all over again. Free from one life and dropped into a new one. It didn't seem like much of a second chance, he bitterly reflects, gliding through a chair and following through with the motions to sit on it (although really, he couldn't tell the difference between air and matter. Not in the state he was). It seemed so many people were given second chances. They were pulled after they had died and yet here they all are, breathing in the air, filling their warm living lungs and eating real food. Lee hisses, his thoughts churning repetitively. Over and over. why do they get a SECOND CHANCE?
And the skeletal form slips back into the vague features of a broken man. He slumps in his chair and turns his head, looking at his own body with lips pursed and fighting back tears (could a ghost even cry?).
"Because you were stupid."
A Third, More Exploratory Sample:
How did it get to this? This...place
He's been stuck in this basement for almost a week. An empty space aside from a small window to peek out of. And...him of course. Where did his life go so wrong? Oh, right, when he made friends with a Mr. Hatch.
Lee drifts from one side of the room to the other, entrenched in his thoughts. A hovering cloud of melancholy clinging to his mind like a tumor. Lee tried not to look at his body, it hurt just thinking about the way the rope pulled the skin around his neck. How all the blood had drained from his face and his lips were blue and chapping. The gash on the right side of his face was hideous...
Killed by his best friend and left to rot. Didn't even have the decency to bury him (not that he wanted it anyways because where would he be then?). Lee's pacing becomes more sporadic, a hustle of movement from corner to corner. That guy at the bar, it's like he knew this would happen. God, why was he so stupid.
stupid...
stupid stupid pathetic lonely
d e a d
Lee doesn’t even flinch when the skin on his hands first falls away, peeling to reveal his skeleton beneath. He was too caught up brooding. The more he thought about how absolutely pitiful he was, how damned and pathetic his tiny insignificant life was, nearly twenty years spent pining over a woman that would never be his, he feels more of his skin fall away. Who knows if she’s alright? She could be dead but really, she couldn’t be any worse off than him.
no one was worse off than him
Whatever was left of him peels away. What’s left is a blue skeletal husk. It fades into the darkness.
Name: Scrib
Age: 23
AIM SN: scribblecloud
email: i.speak.gnomish@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? da
Currrently Played Characters: taketheearsoff (Sander Cohen), flipdatpage (Destiny of the Endless)
Conditional: Activity Check Link: link
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Hanna is Not a Boy’s Name
Canon Format: comic
Character's Name: Lee Falun
Character's Age: 36
Conditional: If your character is 13 years of age or under, please clarify how they will be played. -
What form will your character's NV take?
A cellphone
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities:
Lee is a ghost, dead since the day his best friend, Veser's father, killed him and hanged his corpse. As a ghost, he is bound to his body by the noose 'round his neck. As a spirit, he is confused, vengeful, and afraid (as any man in his position might be). Without a physical form, his emotions come in bipolar waves. His "humanity" often sapped from him when his rage and depression consume him.
It's known that he may briefly manifest himself to touch things (for instance, when he knocks Veser over and grabs him by the ankles to drag him away). Lee is also capable of possession.
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them?
The Core will grant Lee the ability to re-materialize his spirit into a physical form, granting him a brief reprieve from spiritdom as well as a chance to meander around the island like a normal humanoid being. At the end of his materialization period, he’ll deteriorate back into a ghost and the rope around his neck will go taut, reeling him back to the proximity of his corpse. The length that he may remain in a true physical form will increase as time progresses (and as he masters the ability).
Weapons: A crowbar.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History:
First regarded as the ghost who got kinda pissed off whenever a girl was off key, Lee turned out to have much more deeply rooted problems than an intolerance for bad singing. As a ghost he is irritable, jealous and vengeful no matter who it is he may be talking to, having bouts of aggression coupled with crippling sadness and self pity. As a person, Lee was commonly confused, well meaning but dull, and had a horrible ability to push the worst case scenario out of his head in favor of a much more comforting half-truth. Lee was really the only parental figure in Veser’s life, but he failed to really understand how much Veser needed him. That is, until he died.
Little is said about Lee's past. As the reader, we are provided snippets-a slideshow of his history, when he and Veser reunite for (as far as we currently conanically know) the last time. The past we're presented with is a brief, yet tragic one; one of unrequitted love, a long lived obsession over a woman that would never be his, and brutal betrayal. What is known of Lee's past, is that he's been best friends with his murderer for approximately 20 years. What is also known is that for as long as Lee has known Mrs. Hatch, the minute he heard her song, he fell madly in love with her.
Lee's a kind of surrogate father to Veser Hatch, son of the Hatchs. He pays more attention to the kid than both of Veser's parents do. However, he's not one to pry and always settles with Veser's excuses as to how he got bruised up and cut: "I got in a bike accident" or some other bogus story involving kids from school or other sports. It's apparent that Lee and Veser are close, close enough that Veser, noticing Lee's forlorn gaze while thinking about Mrs. Hatch, can tell him about the inhuman qualities of his mom. His mother is a selkie, a seal without her skin. She's trapped, forced to fake her existence as a happy housewife. When Veser has Lee guess what kept her around, he supposed it was because of Veser. Ves gave a bitter chuckle and revealed that he was surprised she didn't drown him. Veser told Lee about her pelt and asked him to help find it. Lee agreed, unaware that he's just sealed his own fate.
Lee's last known location before he is violently murdered is at a bar, taking in some liquid courage and venting his uncertainties to another bar goer (Ples Tibernoch. (the relation between the two, how much Ples knew about the pelt after Lee talked and what his involvement in the entire plot remains uncertain]). Ples warns Lee, asking him if he really knew his friend and how he was certain that his friend wouldn't resort to violence if he ever found out. The question startles Lee who was only previously worried about going to jail.
These unfortunate series of events lead to Lee's inevitable demise at the hands of his best friend. Lee was clubbed with a crow bar across the face, evident by the discoloration his spirit harbors on his face, and was then hanged. A week after he was murdered, Lee is discovered by Hanna, his sidekick Zombie, and Veser. Lee's ghost was vengeful and jealous. He displayed woe and hate towards Veser for never being told that Mr. Hatch had been beating Veser. Lee also displayed intense jealousy towards Zombie, asking "why do you get a second chance?" before diving into Zombie's body and possessing him.
Zombie!Lee, turned to Veser, with crowbar in hand, and began to swing at him ("Keep me company!"). Meanwhile, deep in Zombie's mind, Lee's human side is just as trapped as Zombie. He explains that he needs to warn Veser and that he's so sorry for everything that's happened. Eventually, after speaking with Zombie, Lee accepts that the second chance wasn't his. He accepts that he's dead and falls when the ground breaks around him. The panel displaying a rope going taut. This, however, is not the last we see of Lee. On the latest page, when narration speaks of what had happened last time one of the company, Conrad, was left behind, the last panel turns to Lee, who watches from a small yellow lit window.
Point in Canon: Post exorcism from Zombie's body.
Conditional: Brief summary of previous RP history: N/A
Character Personality:
Lee Falun, for the most part, is a good guy. He's caring and trusting, two traits you'd want in any best friend. Though a bit naive, he figures his way around things. The depths of his trust is nearly never-ending, deep enough to not press Veser (or confront Mr. Hatch) when he noticed the frequent bruises and cuts. Part of it may be because Lee refused to see the truth as long as it made life a little easier. If he believed his best friend could do no harm and had the most wonderful wife, then that's what he went with, selfishly brushing aside the few anomalies that popped up to remind him otherwise. That, if he was able to ignore that, then he could continue to live his pseudo-life, drifting through it like a dreamer and fantasizing over Mrs. Hatch.
Lee's a shining example of someone struck by a selkie's song. He's absolutely enamored with all things Mrs. Hatch. He has a one track mind and it often turns back to her (though he won't always mention his thoughts, it's difficult to miss the expression that crosses his face when they turn to her). Veser, the son of the Hatchs, strongly resembling his father which leads to the exposure of Falun's darker half. As a ghost, Lee is jealous, lonely, and spiteful. Without a body to contain his spirit, I feel Lee's spirit is no longer constrained - that his emotions are free to run where they please resulting in the flip-flopping of thoughts and feelings from one moment to the next. There's a very distinct ghost personality and then there's the shred of humanity he's managed to cling to.
Lee though tentative and thoughtful, has a poor grasp of the big picture. His trusting nature and lack of foresight, combined with the need to help his "not-son" out (and assist the love he's always dreamed of), lead to him robbing his best friend of the selkie's pelt...but he sticks to his word. Gotta give a guy some credit.
Conditional: Personality development in previous game: N/A
Character Plans: I want to explore the idea of having a ghost still tethered to its body (as it's supposed that most spirits are attached to something/someone/ or somewhere). I want to play with the known ghost superstitions (such as the flaring of radio static, the lingering emotions over a recent murder, and possibilities of possession). There are a few players whom have expressed interest in interacting with him and I'm equally anxious to bounce off of them and others.
Appearance/PB: userpics
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
[For a moment, the video and audio feeds are a buzz with white noise. On the other side, a worn man, blue skinned, glowing, and weary, with a noose 'round his neck, fades into the picture. He stands a few feet away, nervously tugging on that damned rope, increasingly self conscious and beginning to regret ever turning the phone on.]
Uh...
[He wasn't really sure what to say. Whatever plea he had preformed-the words just kinda...slipped. What do you say when you're about to be buried anyways?...]
Someone help me. I'm d-dead and they're trying to bury me! God, please help, I can't go down there!
Third Person Sample
A skeletal husk drifts listlessly. Back and forth. Circles and circles around the corpse of a hanged man. If one were to look closely, the could make out the rope that bound the blue spirit to the body. Lee sulked, drawn into his own misery over recent events all over again. Free from one life and dropped into a new one. It didn't seem like much of a second chance, he bitterly reflects, gliding through a chair and following through with the motions to sit on it (although really, he couldn't tell the difference between air and matter. Not in the state he was). It seemed so many people were given second chances. They were pulled after they had died and yet here they all are, breathing in the air, filling their warm living lungs and eating real food. Lee hisses, his thoughts churning repetitively. Over and over. why do they get a SECOND CHANCE?
And the skeletal form slips back into the vague features of a broken man. He slumps in his chair and turns his head, looking at his own body with lips pursed and fighting back tears (could a ghost even cry?).
"Because you were stupid."
A Third, More Exploratory Sample:
How did it get to this? This...place
He's been stuck in this basement for almost a week. An empty space aside from a small window to peek out of. And...him of course. Where did his life go so wrong? Oh, right, when he made friends with a Mr. Hatch.
Lee drifts from one side of the room to the other, entrenched in his thoughts. A hovering cloud of melancholy clinging to his mind like a tumor. Lee tried not to look at his body, it hurt just thinking about the way the rope pulled the skin around his neck. How all the blood had drained from his face and his lips were blue and chapping. The gash on the right side of his face was hideous...
Killed by his best friend and left to rot. Didn't even have the decency to bury him (not that he wanted it anyways because where would he be then?). Lee's pacing becomes more sporadic, a hustle of movement from corner to corner. That guy at the bar, it's like he knew this would happen. God, why was he so stupid.
stupid...
stupid stupid pathetic lonely
d e a d
Lee doesn’t even flinch when the skin on his hands first falls away, peeling to reveal his skeleton beneath. He was too caught up brooding. The more he thought about how absolutely pitiful he was, how damned and pathetic his tiny insignificant life was, nearly twenty years spent pining over a woman that would never be his, he feels more of his skin fall away. Who knows if she’s alright? She could be dead but really, she couldn’t be any worse off than him.
no one was worse off than him
Whatever was left of him peels away. What’s left is a blue skeletal husk. It fades into the darkness.