"I don't know what's happening anymore. There's times I just h̨͙̪̗̤͕ͅe͏̦̥̖͎̩͞h̩̬͕͡e̬̟͙̞̳͙̥h̶̜͖͍͔̘̝͚͘ḛ̶͉̘͍̘̱̘̠͓̀ black out, no reason for it. I can't remember what I did, time just seems like it skipped forward. Sometimes I get hol̶̸̻̙̟̬̠̣͘e̵̖͔̗̭̙̹̳t҉̵̱̙͇͠ ̮̗̀m҉͚̻͉̮͔͈e͇̼̯̗͍̙̯͞ ͡ͅo̶͙̫͍̺̰͘ͅu̢͚̳͙͖̙͈t̡̤̞̠̹̹̤rrible headaches, just before or after an episode..." "When did this start?" "About a month ago, me and some friends decided to į̣̩͉̝͡t̬͉ ̶̴͍w͢͞͏̙̺͇ḭ̢͕͈͜ļ̴̝̩̞̜͡l͇̲͓͚̰͉͕͡ ̵͚͔̘̘̳ͅa̴̜̦͍̝̜̝̣̪̖l̡̗̗̠̩̼̱͙̼͎͡l̺̕͘͝ ͓̥͙̦̠̪͙ͅe̼̭̰͖͡n̟̺̤͔̺̺d̶̴͚͉̖̬̬͚͢ͅ go explore the closed mall at the edge of town. None of us really remember it much, we all agreed not to talk about it. All I can remember is climbing in the window. Righf̧̖̘͍͝ṟ̗͍̹̣̳e̵͔̗̣̘̻̙̜̭̰͟ę̦͠ ̴̨̻u̢̻̺͔͍̟͝s̸̷̞̭͢t after the last of us was, through, it all goes black, and then I woke up in my bed at home.s҉̤̤̮̥ù̶̠̭f̛̩̥̺̭̞̫̘̩̟̀̕f͔̩̘͓̞̯̝͓͓e̸͖̺̠̥͔r̥͇̙̝͎̳͕ͅ" "Do you have one of your headaches now?" "Yeah... I don't know what's going on, sometimes iy̷̛̛̙̲̞ọ͉̩ú̻ͅ ̡̺̪̜͘ẃ̼͖̪͓̘̣̬̱̟͜i҉̘̭̜̬̖͖̙̦͞ͅl̙̮̣̟̟̞l̵̙ ̷͍͍̪͉̤̞͘̕b̬͓̀̕l̞̼͢e̡͏̣̥̹͖̤͍̩̣ͅę̷̴͔̗d̷̯̭̜͍͝t seems like people look at me strangely afterwards too. I just e̶̸̲̭͖͖͍̜̰ņ̦̬̞̤̺̹͝͠ͅd̬͙͖̠͈̘͖̕ ̸͕̕i̵̮̯͢͜ţ̼̺̲̩want to be f͇̰̪͕ǫ̻̘͘ͅǫ̥̦̪̜̹l҉͏͈̝̮̻̩ș͓̺͙̜̤͝͝ normal agains̰̳̹͟ḩ̣̥͖̜̩͘͟e̩͍̰̖̤͟ ̵̯̞́w͘͏͓̻͉͖̘͇̝i̻̰̳̤͙̪̮l̢͙̳̲l̫̞̬̺̹̟̯̤̀͘ ͓͔͙̩̱̭͞ͅn̲͙̹o̭̱͔̣̻͙͟ͅt̶͈̖̘̼̹̙͖͎́ ̶̪̲͖̙͇̘l̡͕̺̦̭̮̠̣̩̥a̛҉̳̳̱͕̜s̴̲̭̘̞̦̣̤̦̩͡t̸҉͓̣̫̫̳̟!" "Miss, please calm down." ".̴͝.̷̨.͞͡" "Miss? ... Miss!" ░̸̧̠̣̻͔̙̦̔̍͗̌̂ͯ͌͑͠▒̭͙͕̰͚̤̼͚͉̥͍̂͌͒̀̂́͠͠͡▓̷͚̪̻̦̣̖̟̮͔͔̲̂͗̀̚▓͈͎͙̎ͮ͋̄̽͋̆͊̏͟▓̀̎̓͊̈͋̿͋ͫͣͫ͂͏̶̮͇̰̹͜͠ͅ▓ͥ̽ͨ͠͠͏̤̻̦̱̤̭͉͈̬̖̖̺▓͔͖̮̣̪̫̃̽͆ͤ͡͝͠▓̇̒ͮ̑̎̅̑͏̷̡̻͓̯͕̺́▓̸̶̛͉͙͈̩̰̗͉̫̬ͬ͌̔͒ͮ̈̑ͫͤ͘͝▓̧͈̘̣̥̲̬̱̙͎̗̲̬͖͖̲͓̋͊ͦͩ̅̎̾̉͆ͨͦ͗̒̽̀̀̚▓̢̩͖̟̻̬͓̺̥̼̱ͮ̂̄͂̑͋͗̋ͧ̈̌̈ͤ̚͘͜͡▓̢̡̫̝͚͎̦̦̹̯̀̒ͩ̔͋͂ͬͫ̄̎̏̂̒͟͜͟▓̷̝̥͇̭̥̭͆͆͛̊̃̅̋͆̇͗́͘͞▓̶̥͇̙̗͚̦ͧͩ̉ͮ̏ͫͩ̔́ͯͮ̃̓ͬͯ̓͝▒̡͚̠̩͈̺̺̠͖̯͚̳̱̗ͥͫ͊ͤͥ̓̀̏̽ͧ̕͟͞░̍ͪ̍ͯ͗̆̿ͫ̃̃̆͒̌̓̏̑̚͟͏̲̘̜͎̯͔͉͖̦ͅ D̷͚͈̙̠͖͊̓̅͛̈́̀ͅI̪̻͚̳͍̭̻̲͓͓͍̪̫̺͇̣ͣͯ̔͒ͧ͊͡ͅḘ̸̶̴̲̰̟͈ͧͭͤͮͪͨͮ́̽ͩͫ͊̅͂̕ ~~~ It dwells inside you, eating you from the inside out. It is you, but at the same time, it is something else, something evil, living just within your own skin. It seeks to claw its way out, to drag you under and take your place. It's intentions are evil, its power beyond imagination. If you cannot contain it, the whole world may fall into incredible danger. Who are your allies though? Who wishes to help, and who wants to see it all burn? More about the plot: You and a few friends decided to sneak into an old abandoned mall, scoping out a location for a good party. However, shortly after entering, you are attacked, and knocked out by shadowy figures. When you finally awake again, you're at home, confused and unsure what happened. There are reports of mysterious and brutal murders that begin to pop up, first near that old mall, then around he city, seeming to follow after your steps. At the same time, you begin to suffer strange headaches, often blacking out and awaking to find time has passed without your knowledge. For example, one moment you are walking down the street, the next to find yourself eating dinner and midchew, unsure how you arrived at this point. It seems your other friends are going through the same things, but all of you feel afraid to speak of it. But as the flashes grow worse, none can deny that they need help. However, how can you be sure who to trust? Will doctors or authorities believe you? What about the occult that claims to know more about your condition? All you know is that you feel your grip on your mind slipping, and if you cannot reclaim it soon, you might just lose yourself forever... Rules: -Obviously, please obey all site rules -Characters should be college age, so between 18 and 25. -Please distinguish between your character and the infection with different text styles. If you would like the messy text like I used in the introduction, check out this Zalgo text generator! (warning for strong language on the page) -By nature, the "infected" version of your character is incredibly powerful. Strong, stealthy, cunning... However, they aren't impervious; a gun shot wound affect them just like any regular person. You character is not able to access these power on their own, also. -I strongly recommend roleplayers be 18 years or older, due to strong language, graphic violence and potential for many adult things. Your inner demons don't play by anyone's rules, after all. -d̘͇͡o̹̜̣ͅn͏̼̝͉̗̩ţ̸̰͖͇̥ ̜͚ģ̴̩̗̗̩̻̞͓̬͢é̞̗͘ͅt̘̮͚̦̫̩͖ ̸͍̱̼̘͎̪̙t̶҉̰̻̘̪̫̘ơ̺̳o̠̖̠̹̫̗͍ ̯͘͟͡c̢̗͍o̘͘͠m̷̛̥̤͝f̦͙̯ó̧̠̞̦̲̤͎r̞͕͕͘̕͠ţ̶͈͓͈͈̗̩̮a҉̨̹̥̲̘b̡҉̺͎ĺ͕̞͍̗͉̠e͚̬͇̩̪͉ ͈̯:̧̯̞̟͎͙)̨̛͖͔͔̬̞̬ To Join: Please fill out this form. Remember to do your best on this, I'm more than willing to decline you if you ignore site policy and if you clearly don't take the time to flesh out your character. (Fair warning, character design is one of my favorite things) Username: Name: Age: Gender: (or gender identity) Orientation: (sexual and/or romantic as you see fit) Appearance: (If you want to use an image that isn't yours, remember to properly credit the artist. Please also fill in any details that can't be portrayed in the image.) Personality: Backstory: (Feel free to switch the order of Personality and Backstory if it helps you write, or even combine the two if it helps as well.) Fears: (Any phobias, or just ordinary fears and anxieties) Obsessions: (Anything they're crazy about, or anything they really like) Family: (Mainly include any close relations) Crushes/Relationships: (The characters start out as friends, so feel free to ask others if they want your characters to have a thing for each other) T̷́҉́h̢̢͢è̴ ̷̨͟͠f̸̴͡͝a͟҉ç̶e̶̴̵͡͡ ̡͟i̴̵͝҉ń̸s̴̶̷͡͞í̴̶̴d͘è̛͞:҉͠ (just demonstrate how you will type as the infected version of your character) Other: Here's my character as an example: Username: Evenir Name: Meghan Loller Age: 20 Gender: Female Orientation: Bi Appearance: Meghan is tall and thin, the type most would expect to be a model. Her round, pink face has a splattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose, and large, hazel eyes. Naturally her hair is a red that boarders be blonde, but she keeps it died a deep, purplish maroon, which has a natural, slight curl to it and tends to hang around her midback with sideswept bangs. She's quite pale, but has no problem rocking it. Typically, she enjoys shirts that leave her midriff open, although her style is actually a bit on the punk or hipster side, enjoying blacks, greys, and lavenders, with the occasional deep or emerald green. Personality: Although at first glance Meghan comes off as your typical aloof beauty, she's actually quite kind and smart. She has a deep love for animals and humans, and from a young age she knew she wanted to go into medicine when she grew up. However, don't think that she's too straight laced to have some good fun, she just manages her time well. Generally, she's extremely outgoing and extroverted, needing to have her time with other people or her mind starts to wander to uncomfortably dark places. Backstory: As previously said, Meghan knew she wanted to be a healer since she was very young, and in high school she wanted to be a veterinarian. Most of her life has been uneventful, having two caring parents and no siblings, probably the most traumatic events she ever had was the death of her grandmother and the one time she got a B on her AP US History exam. She has always held herself to very high standards, and historically does not handle it well if she can't meet those standards. Luckily for others, she does not hold them to those same standards and actually typically makes friends with people who have harder times with school. Actually, she usually sells her tutoring skills to her friends, although she won't ever cheat for them. Fears: Being completely alone (she lives with a roommate), failure Obsessions: Grades, cute fluffy animals Family: Mother, Father, Grandfather Crushes/Relationships: None yet! T̷́҉́h̢̢͢è̴ ̷̨͟͠f̸̴͡͝a͟҉ç̶e̶̴̵͡͡ ̡͟i̴̵͝҉ń̸s̴̶̷͡͞í̴̶̴d͘è̛͞:҉͠ i̶̧̛͝͞s͜҉̢͢ ̵ŕ͡į͡g̴͝h̶̡t͢͠͞ ̷͡b̴̕è̶̛n͢҉̕͠e̢҉̸̨͟a̴̛͝͡t҉̷҉h͘͘͞ ̷̵̶̕͡m̀͡͞y͡͝ ͢҉̶̵͢s̶̡͜͞ķ̴͠i̶͏̵̸̛n̡͠ Other: She was the one organizing the party they were planning.