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PLAYER INFORMATION
✘ Name: Sage
✘ Age: Well over 18
✘ Contact:
✘ Character(s) currently in game: n/a but also apping Quentin Beck
✘ Favorite horror tropes/events: I really just like a variety and a bit of everything.
✘ Limits/Triggers: n/a
✘ Invited by:
CHARACTER INFORMATION
✘ Name: David Wayne Loki
✘ Canon: Prisoners
✘ Canon Point: After the end of the film
✘ Age: 33
✘ History: Here. Warning for dark themes of torture and child kidnapping.
Extra note that in the film itself Loki's background is hinted at but not gone into in any depth. However, the actor and director did work out many of these details off screen and some were shared in interviews and this is officially where Loki's background as an abandoned and troubled foster kid with a history of petty juvenile crime comes from and how going through the system of juvenile detention led him to embracing the order and rules of police work and wanting to do better and help others, while feeling he is familiar with the criminal way of thinking which aids him in his work. It's also said he's a 'seeker of truth', in many areas.
✘ Personality:
Note: Since David is much more of a listener/observer, prefers to ask questions than be questioned and won't usually talk for long stretches, especially about himself, I'm going to go with the idea that he's talking to some sort of counsellor and is being encouraged to open up.
You're assigned a group project. What role do you end up taking?
Well, it depends upon the project, yeah? I'm used to working on my own. I don't even have an official partner in my job on the police force. But fine, okay, hypothetically? I'd do the job I was assigned to do. Where ever I best fit in. I'd want to support the group effort and make sure we succeed in whatever is being done. I like to know what the rules and limitations are going into it but if I think of something that will help and that something goes a little outside of the usual box, then I'll suggest it. If I think it's the only solution that will work, I'll try it out myself and prove that it's the best way. That doesn't mean I'll try to take over the project but I wouldn't want to be wasting everyone's time and have them struggle along if there's a solution right there that just wasn't thought of and considered and tried, you know? [He trails off, looking a little uncomfortable as if feeling he'd rambled on a bit too much. Shrugging his shoulders, David looks down at his knuckles as if the symbolic tattoos there had suddenly become very fascinating.]
You have the chance to anonymously send a letter to someone who's wronged you in the past. What does it say?
[David looks even more uncomfortable about that question.] Seriously? Is this really necessary? [There's a lot of people that stick out out in his mind but many past traumas he really doesn't want to face. So he settles on somebody who hurt him but in some ways it's less hurtful or personal since to his memory they've never met.] Okay, fine. Fine. [He sighs, rubs his face and blinks hard a few times before typing.]
To my parents, I can't call you Mom and Dad as that's too familiar and I have no idea who either of you are since you literally abandoned me on a doorstep. Or so I'm told. Only you know the truth of the where and why of what you did and would I have been better off with either of you? It's debateable. My life has honestly been one of many trials and errors, struggling to find my place and find some acceptance for myself. Some scars just never heal, even if nobody else can see them. I don't believe that any parent that abandons their child can be a great option even if they changed their mind, took the child back and attempted to care for them. So I don't know whether I should thank you or condemn you for sending me into the foster system and all of the accompanying dangers that go along with giving a child to strangers and corrupt people in authoritarian positions. So what should I say to you? People I never knew and was probably better off not knowing? Honestly? There are two options in my head. One: I'd rather just let it be. What good would it be to confront that? Yet there's the second option, where I'd want to know everything. Every reason and excuse. Would I forgive being dumped and left to the proverbial wolves?
[He pauses; stops then speaks the last aloud.] This was supposed to be anonymous and it is. You don't know my name. You never knew my name. You never gave me a name. You don't know me and you never will.
Someone you admire very much has just done something you find reprehensible. How do you deal with the situation?
If it's somebody in authority, say one of my superiors, then I would tread carefully but swiftly and confront them about what they'd done. I would question them for a full explanation and depending on the actions they took, I may have to arrest them. If it's a more morally questionable act instead of an actual crime, then it would be something I'd want to discuss and get their point of view. I'd want to find out why they'd done what they'd done and try to discover if there was some legitimate and understandable reason for what they'd done. If I still found it something so terrible that I couldn't understand the reasoning behind it then I would have to cut some ties and avoid their company. I'd like to think there are some people that can still be held in higher esteem but realistically, I don't really believe it. Everyone has something in them that can turn bad. It's that conflict of morality and goodness versus baser instincts and just letting them rule your life. For some it's easier than others to hold back the darker thoughts and actions. It's my job to explore and understand them, to better understand why people act in criminal or hurtful ways toward their fellows. Anyway, simple sum up - if it's criminal, I'll arrest them.
If you could achieve all your goals right now, what would your life look like?
I know this sounds contradictory, but it would be unsatisfying. I always want answers. On my job, to solve crime. In life, to find faith and the right path. I'm always seeking that extra... thing. The connection. The correct answer or evidence that will lead me to the truth. Whether again that's at work or in the time I have for myself. My goals are more immediate and ongoing things. Okay, I would like to also get ahead. I wanted to join the PSP - the Pennsylvania State Police. A bigger organization with larger and more high profile crimes. That's a goal. Promotions. But it's also a fleeting one, one maybe without a clear end. I don't want to be chief of police. I want to continue to search the lower levels that I'm familiar with to root out the worst elements in society. That's not something that ever ends. Not as long as humans are being born. So I say it'd be unsatisfying to achieve all of my goals because I know that those goals are really never ending. I'll forever be seeking those truths. [He doesn't appear happy about his own answer but he feels it's an honest one that needed to be said.]
Someone tells you all your flaws. What did they tell you, and are they right or wrong?
Oh, hey, a lot of people have told me I'm far too stubborn and that I work way too much; that I need to just relax, take a break, find a hobby and all of that shit. In the past, I was also reprimanded for my temper. I tended to lose it a lot more at the slightest provocation. A lot of pent up anger and trauma, they said. Look, I take anyone's concerns seriously, okay? I need my focus and I don't want it to negatively impact others but I've got my own methods and they work for me. Yeah, sure, I know some will argue I'm running myself into the ground with my work routine and over medicating on coffee beans as a way to keep alert and I know theoretically they're right. But we all have our ways to cope, right? I think most people I've associated with have come to learn that and they usually leave me alone after some initial confrontation. I'd argue back that my way does get results. The results I want to get. Solve the case. Find the criminal. Help the victims. It doesn't matter that I spent two weeks on literally thirty winks of sleep. The results speak for themselves.
✘ Type: Spiritual
✘ Powers:
Power 1: His tattoos glow and the emitted light forms a sort of protection; a barrier that temporarily wards off or repels danger. Its reach is only about an arm's length around himself.
Power 2: Healing touch. Minor injuries can be healed by a laying on of his hands to the wound. He will receive the wound in turn but to a lesser degree. Injuries on himself can be relocated to less life threatening areas.
Power 3: Enhanced empathy and sensing other's feelings/able to better sense lies. These will be difficult to control until he gets more used to it so they may overwhelming him at first with heightened emotions, causing him a lot of extra stress.
✘ Inventory: He'll be wearing his typical police work outfit: light blue-pinstripe shirt, undershirt, navy blue trousers, winter jacket, socks and boots. Accompanying this he will have his police badge, handcuffs & high-powered flashlight (attached to belt); small notebook with pen & clip of business cards (in shirt pocket); standard issue police gun with bullets; personal flip mobile/cell phone; snack packet of coffee beans. He's also wearing a chunky gold Freemason's ring and slim chain necklace.
✘ Sample:
Sample 1. Network-style post.
Hey, so has anyone been in the caves here? I went to the museum nearby and there was talk of structural damage but I got the impression that the damage wasn't entirely natural and there's likely something more sinister going on. I heard some vague talk of monsters. Maybe there are creatures living in the caves? Maybe they attacked the city? Good bet they caused the damage somehow.
And I had a look around the ruins. There's not enough information, even at the museum and I asked around but the staff seemed more interested in learning about where I came from than giving me any real answers about the site. Oh, yeah, they did have some information out there and answered my questions but it wasn't nearly enough to figure out what's really going on around here. I don't know but I just get a feeling those ruins are important somehow. That the past is relevant to how the hell we got here and why we're here.
I've seen a lot of weird religions and ancient texts and this is... along those lines but somehow also very different.
[He gives a small chuckle, shaking his head.]
Occupational hazard, huh? I have to solve every mystery. Find every clue.
But this is a big one. Being displaced from our homes? From our worlds? I want to get to the bottom of this and if anyone has any information, however slight, that you think could help solve this case - this mystery - then I'd appreciate you talking to me.
Oh and I'm Detective David Loki, if I haven't introduced myself to anyone else who sees this yet. Guess that's it for now.
Don't hesitate to contact me if something strikes you as relevant. Or even if it doesn't. Any little thing can matter.
Sample 2. Log-style post.
Detective Loki was used to poking around dark and mysterious places. In his work, he would jump into a dark basement or run into unfamiliar woods with very little hesitation, if some caution. But he wouldn't be afraid of simply diving into the unknown in pursuit of answers - his own personal ones about the spiritual mysteries of the world or the more grounded ones spawning out of the crimes he dealt with daily. Since his arrival in San Benedicto there had been an ever increasing piles of questions demanding that he find the answers to them. The ruins and the caves and the museum connected to them held some answers but he felt that was merely scratching the surface of all that was going on around this place. The city itself seemed normal enough so he thought he'd go to the places that less residents or tourists would seek out.
That's how he'd found himself at the dump. It was a horrible messy pile of junk, as dumps most often were. It was in their very name. Things were simply dumped. A haphazard disarray of items, some maybe once loved and broken. Some just always rubbish. Loki knew that dumps could be an incredibly useful place as criminals thought they could quickly dispose of evidence in the mess. Who pays all that much attention to what people throw away? Nobody had to really deal with it apart from the garbage workers and the occasional police officer who was sent down to investigate a body or body parts found by an unwilling and upset witness. What did the people of San Benedicto throw away? What secrets could be revealed in these stacks of garbage? Donning a pair of disposable gloves, the detective begins picking through the debris, hoping for a revelation - or at least a clue to send his active mind into overdrive and lead him down that perhaps dark path to the truth.
