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Aiden Matthew Arlon | Dead | FC: Ian Somerhalder | OPEN

Whatever Aiden started, Aiden completed. From a young age, it was apparent how driven Aiden was; the determination that emanated from him seemed to have no end. As Aiden grew, his main goal soon became to make his father proud—which didn’t seem to be hard for him, unlike his little brother, Cal. Aiden and Cal shared the same blood, but they were like night and day. Aiden didn’t have to try and be successful, he just was; Cal, on the other hand, tried and failed miserably. Despite their differences, Aiden felt the need to protect Cal, threatening anyone that even thought about hurting his brother. Things changed after Aiden graduated high school and enrolled at the local community college. He spent less and less time with his little brother, and more time studying for his classes and working for his father in the funeral home as his financial advisor. After his father became ill, he took over the entire business, dropping out of school until his father could heal. For the first few months, everything went smoothly. Aiden took care of everything except the bodies, which he left for Cal to do. As both business and bodies rolled in, Aiden focused on families——the essential part of the business—-neglecting the financial aspects completely. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Aiden realized something was terribly wrong. He spent hours counting, and then recounting their funds, but nothing was adding up correctly. Money had gone missing. When Aiden confronted Cal, Cal denied any involvement, accusing Aiden of not counting correctly. With several funerals that upcoming weekend, Aiden set the matter aside, focusing primarily on continuing to bring in profit. When Aiden fell asleep that night, he never woke up. After realizing what he had become, Aiden couldn’t stay angry with his brother. His brother was pathetic, he had no idea what he had caused; now it was Aiden’s job to make sure it didn’t happen again. Aiden, using both his charm and good looks, loves to charm the ladies of the household, but acts as both a lover and a therapist to many of the residents. After the Elliot’s move in, he finds himself drawn to David’s only son, Craig, who reminds him of Cal. Aiden is determined to find a way to befriend Craig, hoping to play a big-brother role in the young man’s life. 

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Adam Albright | Dead | FC: Alex Pettyfer| OPEN

Adam wasn’t completely sure what was wrong with Lilly. When they first met, he assumed she was just different, different in a good way. She seemed perfect for him—at least for the moment, until two months into the relationship. When she started talking about the future—-their future, he began to panic. She was only seventeen, how could she possibly have any idea what his future held? The first fight they had was small; but as time went on, they began to fight more and more as Lilly became more controlling. By the third month, fights were a daily occurrence; breaking up and getting back together at least once a week. Friends laughed when either of them announced their latest break-up. “You’ll be back together by the end of the day. Why do you even bother breaking up in the first place?” By their three-month anniversary, Adam was fed up with the constant drama. After school, he waited for her by the flagpole; where they met every day after school. He broke it to her as nicely and as clearly as possible. “Things just aren’t working out,” he explained,“things are just too intense. I’m sorry.” Adam was sorry, more for himself than for her. How did he get involved in such a mess? The first few days of the break-up went smoothly; Lilly gave him his space, and he thoroughly enjoyed it. After the fourth day, it was clear that there was some miscommunication: Lilly had begun to wait for him at the flagpole once again. Once he began to ignore her existence completely, she started to pop up everywhere; outside his classes, by his locker, hanging out with his friends—she wasn’t getting it. Adam began to hide in the library after school, hoping Lilly would give up and stopping waiting for him outside. In the midst of the drama and disaster, he met Sara, a quiet sophomore that also spent her afternoons in the library.  Unlike Adam, who was loud and had a natural charm, Sara was introverted and awkward; but somehow, the two clicked. After a few weeks, Adam and Sara became exclusive. Despite Adam’s fears, he walked Sara to and from class every day, pleasantly surprised that his crazy ex-girlfriend had seemingly backed off. Finally, everything seemed to be getting better. One day after school, Adam was waiting around for Sara to get out of her SAT prep. When the doorbell rang, he assumed she had just gotten out early, not stopping to check if it was really her. He had barely opened the door when Lilly shoved a plate of peanut butter cookies into his arms. Before he could even speak, Lilly had bounded through the door, making herself comfortable in the living room. Adam sat across from her awkwardly as she pleaded with him, trying to reject her advances as politely as possible. Just as he was ready to usher her out, Lilly unveiled a bottle out of wine. “I brought this over. Care to share a glass before I leave?” Adam knew it was best to say no, but what was the harm in having one last drink? He knew something was wrong immediately as the liquor passed down his throat. He didn’t have time to scream; the deadly mixture had done something to his lungs. Adam looked over to Lilly one last time; the pained look on her face saying much more than she ever could. Lilly Newton wasn’t just different, she was a psychopath; and she had just committed murder.The years passed and Adam slowly accepted his fate as a ghost. Although he still feels bitter for the cruel life Lilly forced him into, he tries to do things to pass the time and avoid her at all costs. Adam spends a lot of his time wandering around the town, sticking closely towards the school and sometimes just sitting inside the library where he had met his Sara; who he is positive he would have spent the rest of his life with if Lilly hadn’t intervened.

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Carver Maddison | 21 | Dead | FC: Ashton Kutcher | OPEN

Carver was one of those people who always seemed to excel at everything he did. Good grades, a lot of friends, funny, charming, witty… Honestly the list could go on forever. But one of his best traits was of course, his pranks. Small, large, hilarious, silly, dangers, calm, Carver did them all. He tended to voted class clown in the yearbook, and was constantly sent to the principals office when things got a little out of hand- but of course, he always made it out scott free. One of the things people who knew him would always say would be how lucky he is, how everything always seemed to go his way.. but after the car accident that took his life no one would mention that quality again. Sure Carver was lucky alright, lucky enough that he was killed on impact in that car crash because the tree branch going straight through his arm, and the car catching on fire certainly wasn’t something that any person would want to have to live through. Due to the damage done to his body Carver’s family chose for him to be cremated, by none other then the Elliot’s. Being cremated in the home caused his soul to get trap, and now he’s stuck.. a ghost forever on the property. At his funeral he attempted to reach out to his sister, to get her to see that he was still alive- but it was later that he found out that he actually wasn’t. The only thing Carver has found to cheer himself up, is to continue on with his practical jokes. Now days, of course he only sticks to small pranks- not wanting to hurt anyone and due to the fact that he figured out the farther away from the house that he travels, the less he is really there. He stays hidden to those living in the house, although he does in enjoy bothering them invisibly- but his real fun is going after the girl ghosts in the house. What’s better then being stuck with a bunch of hot girls for eternity? As far as Carver is concerned.. not too much. Except being alive again.

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Jason Michael Northwood | Dead | FC: Ezra Miller | OPEN

Jason wasn’t a jock, loner, geek, artist, or rebel: Jason was just Jason. He didn’t consider himself ‘normal’; no one was normal in Bentley, but he considered himself as more normal than anyone else. Everyone seemed to have their own problems or afflictions; some even had ‘powers’ to see into the past or to see the dead. Jason didn’t have any problems, his father was a drunk but he never hit him, and his sister Audra raised him instead. He was happy to have Audra, he didn’t consider her a replacement for his father and absent mother; as far as he was concerned, she was his parent. When Audra moved away for school, everything began to change. He no longer had someone to confide in when he came home from school, he had to fend for himself and clean after his drunken father. He needed an escape; he turned to pot, not wanting to turn to alcohol to end up just like his father. He smoked pot regularly; it made him more charismatic, more comfortable. When his sister returned suddenly mid-semester, he stopped smoking immediately; he no longer needed a crutch—Audra was back and everything would be okay. It didn’t take long for Jason to see a change in his sister. It was like only her shell had come back; something had sucked the life out of her. For days he waited for his sister to come to him, to confide in him just as he had her when he needed her, but she never came. Jason became sick with worry; finally storming into her room one night and demanding answers, but it was too late. Audra, the only person who cared about him, was dangling from a rope in her open closet. When Audra died that evening, something inside of Jason died with her. The next day he found a dealer and asked him to buy the strongest drug he had on him; the dealer gave him cocaine. The first time he snorted, it hurt, but the release afterwards was worth it. Jason began to spend all his earnings on his newly acquired habit. One night, after snorting a ridiculous amount, he felt bathed by a white light. Suddenly, his sister floated in front of him, smiling sadly. She didn’t say a word, she didn’t have to; Jason knew that she was sorry and that she loved him. He skipped school the next day, ripping the house apart to locate his father’s money; he needed the cocaine to see his sister. When he explained his situation to the dealer, the dealer frowned at him, explaining that it had only been a hallucination. He wanted to deny Jason’s request, but when he saw the wad of money in the boys hand, he couldn’t resist. That night, Jason sat down on the floor of his sister’s bedroom, surrounded by pictures of him and her in better times. He was convinced that if she saw the pictures, she would come back to visit him once again. He snorted a line, and waited patiently: she did not arrive. Jason continued to snort line after line, waiting for his sister to come back to him. It wasn’t long before his body couldn’t take it; he went into cardiac arrest, and died of respiratory failure soon after. When he awoke confused and in a daze, it was Cal who explained what had happened. Together, Cal and Jason buried Jason’s lifeless body, the end of the beginning of Jason’s life. Cal took Jason under his wing, his sadism quickly rubbing off on the younger man. Jason spends his time stalking and studying the women of Bentley, hoping to lure one or two back into the Arlon house and kill them upon Halloween. Most of all, he avoids his sister at all costs, convinced that it was her fault for his untimely death.

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Noah Caine | 19 | Living | FC: Evan Peters | OPEN

Noah had never particularly blended in too well with his peers, not to say that he had no friends, or went through life lonely- just his crowd of friends had always been a bit more strange then most. A freshman at a community college, Noah was still unsure of where he wanted to go with his life, what he wanted to do, who he wanted to be. Noah always managed to come off as a bit too high strung. Dealing with the pressure of his Mother wanting him to be perfect, and attempting to hide his psychic abilities he became a bit of an asshole, as he attempted to store away how he really felt, and the things that he was actually seeing and hearing. When he was young it was easy, many children have imaginary friends, and strange vivid dreams- but when it continued into adolescence Noah’s parents finally realized there was something wrong. Taking him to see various Doctors and various psychologists and therapists they could only determine that he had Psychosis, in which he had hallucinations both typical and auditory; meaning that not only did he see things but at various times it was just voices. For a long time Noah stayed on different medications to help deal with his apparent problems, but as he got older he realized they didn’t help anything and were only serving in making him drowsy and keeping him in almost a state of high. To this day his parents still believe he takes his medication, but in reality he hasn’t touched the pills in years. Noah discovered that he could possibly be hearing the dead talk, and seeing glimpses into their lives during his hallucinations after going to a psychic with a group of friends one Halloween. The woman did not want to talk to him in front of everyone but discussed the matter with him afterwards. Noah of course acted as if he had no idea what she was talking about but on the inside he was terrified, and also completely against the idea of being what he believed was a complete freak. Only a few select people are aware of what Noah hears and sees, although they have no idea that it is really the dead attempting to contact him. Noah has a tendency to come off as a bit of an asshole, mostly because he would love it if he could just blend in with those around him, but this is a hard task considering the fact that he lives so close to the Arlon house, and is always almost surrounded by various spirits. Sometimes he still forgets that the voices he hears are not always voices of those around him causing him to get into awkward situations in which he uses anger to get out of. Although he is terrified of his apparent gift he still wants to learn more about it, and when a new family moves into the Arlon household he believes this could be his chance. Noticing Annabelle the youngest Elliot daughter constantly hanging out around the graveyard he sees this as a chance to not only learn a bit about what’s going on with his life, but possibly find someone who might understand him, seeing that they both seem to have a strange but obvious connection to the dead.

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Charlie Haynes. | 21 | Living | FC: Ashley Benson. | OPEN

Charlie Haynes has a gift, and she’s known it since the day she moved into her farm house next to Arlon property. It started appearing at the age of six when she was out back playing in the field and stumbled a bit too close to the house next door. She noticed things that no one else saw. People roaming the streets with wounds that seemed too horrific for the people bearing them to be living. When Charlie was younger her parents just believed she had imaginary friends, that is until she began describing what they looked like. She was quickly put in therapy for her outrageous imagination and depressing thoughts. They put her on every medication in the book but nothing worked, the people were still there and Charlie was convinced that she was going crazy. As she grew up she gained the courage to research and look deeper into these thoughts and visions, trying to find anything to explain the things that she saw. She started to realize that these “imaginary” beings were more realistic the closer she was to the Arlon property. Charlie’s parents didn’t know what was wrong with her, and were not only worried themselves, but also for her younger siblings who her actions were starting to affect. Refusing to leave with her family, they decided to move out when she was twenty taking her siblings and working out a system to send Charlie money each month for herself and the house. Charlie doesn’t mind that her family left, preferring to be alone and work with the everyday struggle of understanding and controlling her gift. She often tries to communicate with the spirits but tends to stray away from living beings. Charlie was alarmed when the Elliot family moved in and turned the house back into it’s original state as a funeral home. Charlie tends to spend most of her time locked up in her house with the windows blocked out and most of the lights on, and is known to the rest of the town as their own resident basket case.

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Misguided Ghosts - Role Play

In the year 2017, the Elliot family consisting of David, Colette, Eva, Craig and Annabelle decided that a move would be the best for everyone after Rebecca, their mother was killed in a house fire that not only destroyed their lives and family, but their business as well. Moving to Bentley, New York they acquire a place that is known to all in the area as the Arlon property. This building serves as not only their house, but also their business- which in this case is a funeral home. Over the years before the Elliot’s bought the property the house had been changed into many different things from just a house to a mental health clinic where a family of therapists worked out of their home. But originally the Arlon’s ran a funeral business themselves and as the Elliot’s turn the place back into it’s original state it seems as if they have hit the jackpot. Over the years many tragedies have fallen over the home, starting with the story of the Arlon’s and developing throughout the years. Some of the towns folk seem to think that it’s haunted…  But that’s just foolish… right?

Quite a few pre-made characters open, (more being made currently!) along with original characters being accepted, under a few conditions! Original characters must be ghosts haunting the Arlon property. You must read the rules for the dead and be sure your character follows them. Also it must be a valid story line that makes sense and fits with the rp! :)

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LITERALLY ALMOST SOBBING FROM HOW MUCH I MISS AMERICAN HORROR STORY. I MISS EVERY CHARACTER, EVERY ACTOR, EVERY SCENE, EVERY SPOILER, EVERY MOMENT, THE FANDOM, THE FANFICS, THE ROLEPLAYS, THE LOVELY PEOPLE, THE LIVEBLOGGING, AND FREAK OUTS, THE TEARS, THE HEARTBREAK, THE LOVE, THE JOY, THE DEATH, VIOLET, TATE, VIOLATE, ADDIE, CONSTANCE, PATRICK, CHAD, NORA, MOIRA, BEN, CHARLES, INFANTATA, GOD JUST ALL OF THEM EVEN FUCKING HAYDEN. I JUST MISS IT ALL. MY BABIES. MY BABIES. I MISS MY BABIES. I MISS MY SHOW. I EVEN MISS FUCKING MURPHY. BECAUSE HE BROUGHT US ALL THAT BEAUTY, AND I JUST WANT IT BACK. PLEASE.

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Violet & Camille | New beginnings 

cokeheadcamille:

Camille tilted her head, then smiled at Violet. She was slightly confused by the fact the girl had a fiance and a daughter, considering that they looked about the same age. But whatever other people wanted to do what their business, and if it makes them happy… then that’s okay in her books. “That’s interesting,” she rubbed her arm, a little unsure of what to say, “that’s really sweet that the owners let families live here too. I kind of know of another family here, you probably know them… since you guys all probably know each other.” She leaned against the wall, putting her weight on one foot. “I’ve just met the daughter, and kind of said a few words to the mother.” She smiled, thinking about how adorable they were. Suddenly she realized she didn’t mention who they were, “Oh, sorry. I’m talking about the Owens,” she laughed, shaking her head and looking down. She tended to talk about things and leave the most vital information about it out by accident.

Camille sighed and studied the girl, “So, if you don’t mind me asking, why aren’t you in school?” The girl didn’t look like a college student, so she couldn’t have just finished after high school. Maybe the girl was a drop out, or maybe she was smarter than the rest of the kids and ended early.

“That’s interesting, that’s really sweet that the owners let families live here too. I kind of know of another family here, you probably know them… since you guys all probably know each other. I’ve just met the daughter, and kind of said a few words to the mother. Oh, sorry. I’m talking about the Owens.” Violet smiled slightly, nodding. Although in her head she was well aware that they family really had no choice but to let half the people stay here. Can’t exactly get rid of us.. “Uh, Owens.. Oh I think I met their daughter actually, but I haven’t met either of them. I’m not the most social.” She admitted, staring past Camille for a moment at the door, before glancing back to her. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, why aren’t you in school?” Violet tried to think quickly, thoughts rushing through her mind, but there was only one real reason. They bullied me, and then I died. “Uh, I finished high school, but then having my daughter to take care of was a bit too much work to do both; especially since her father works.. a lot.“ Or you know not at all, even though I don’t know where he is half the time or Charlotte either. We’ll call that work and day care, while mommy mopes and sleeps. ”It just didn’t happen for me.” She said with a shrug. “Not to be rude either, but shouldn’t you be at school right now?” She asked with a small smirk rising in the corners of her mouth.

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mari-hunt:

Someone new! Hi! I’m Marianne :) Who are you?

Hi, I would be Violet. I’m a bit surprised I haven’t seen you around before, but typically it seems like new ones pop up every day… Not lately though, I wonder what happened to everyone. Maybe they actually found a way out of this place…

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fragile-aster:

Everyone left us. Alone. For like, eternity. 

You guys aren’t the only ones still here…

@ Violet 

lydiabrennan:

Lydia had heard about the new people who had moved in, but kept her distance. She didn’t need any more people getting close enough to make her care, only to disappear without a word. She felt more like herself again, though. She had also heard about the new babies in the house, Violet’s and Allyson’s. She hadn’t met them yet, or heard from anyone since. “Violet?” She called, quiet enough not to scare the shit out of a sleeping child, but loud enough to get someone’s attention. She tapped the attic door above her gently before stepping back and leaning against the wall behind her. Lydia was half-worried that Violet would come out looking all worn and decrepit like the house, kids do that to you, you know.

“Violet?”  Violet barely heard her name being called, but she raised an eyebrow slightly at the tapping on the attic door. She looked over to Charlotte who was passed out on the bed beside her, finally. It had only taken hours for her to finally fall asleep, after running around a maniac playing her and Tate. Scanning the room quickly she looked for Tate but saw no sign of him. She sighed, but moved anyways making her movements quiet as she came to the attic entrance. She pushed it down softly glancing over at Charlotte before climbing down the stairs to great who was at the bottom. She used one had to push back her hair as she leaned against the stairs, deciding to keep them down so she could hear Charlotte if she woke up. “Hey, Lydia.” She said smiling a bit, unsure of why they were having this sudden meeting. “What’s going on?” She asked, curious as to what the rest of the house had been up to.

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