The Dead Character Thread

[Bmot]

Markus Mori died (together with his girlfriend, Zoe) on day 4447.

Another victim of my cutting back on characters, he sailed off with his girl to die together, onwards to new adventures.

They were good characters, and just yesterday one of my characters was wondering whether to put him on the burial list. I'm sad to see them go.

Thank you

I'll miss them, but I have to make cruel choices, right now... I'm afraid this is still just the beginning :/

[miirkaelisaar]

Yes I know it's really long and I don't care =P

Jack Spinner (3141 - 4440)

He was a quiet man with black hair and blue eyes, a crossbow-bolt scar on his right shoulder and a spear scar in his side. He wore an outfit of cotton and leather, with a headdress and feathered bracers made of peacock feathers from his pet peacock, Blue, who liked to perch on his shoulder.

Early in his life, Jack was a naive young man in an empty area, he believed the world had very few people in it. Just after spawning he walked to Kirinn Soufields, and met another newspawn, Edmund, who became his first friend. Edmund was always by Jack's side, and when he fell into a deep sleep, Jack continued to bring him everywhere with him, refusing to give up on his only friend in the world. For the rest of their lives, Jack would never confess that he was in love with Edmund, a secret he revealed maybe to one other person much later in life.

Jack mostly hunted and made things or cooked, his life was uneventful at first. On his first trip to the nearby forest, Jack was shot by a man who didn't like his attitude toward the wood-collecting laws, and though the man wound up apologizing for his violence, it was this that should have taught Jack to avoid people, to keep his words to himself, but unfortunately he learned nothing.

After several years, Jack found himself in Karnon Forest, he thought it was a nice peaceful place and he made a lot of friends there. Even after being molested by a newspawn thief he tried to assist with (the closest thing Jack ever got to intimacy in his life), he remained there with his new friends, and decided to stay and help the town when he learned of their predicament - the Blackrock Tribe returning to reclaim "their" forest after a hundred year absence. Jack should have known that if he wished to lead the peaceful life he wanted, he should have let them go on alone, they didn't need his help, but the temptation of a home full of friends who cared about him, an adventure, a reason to live - gave him courage, and he dragged Edmund along as he dove into the biggest mistake of his life.

A lot of things happened on that journey, emotions raged, friends and family turned on each other, despite their efforts to be peaceful, the group was at odds with each other, kidnap ensued, and it only got worse when someone was killed. Though he tried to stop them, her blood was now on Jack's hands, and his friends', they tried to flee but there was no point. A standoff on the ship only made things worse. Almost all of Jack's friends who hadn't turned on them or fled were killed, only he and a few others surrendered, imprisoned and turned slaves to the Blackrocks. Try as he might, those events could never be blackened from Jack's mind, the nightmares never stopped, even after he served his sentence, there was no "justice" for the mess his life had become.

Defeated, broken, thinking he would never trust again, Jack brought Edmund back to their original home town of Kirinn Soufields once his ten years were done, a changed man, a man who barely spoke to travelers and passers-by, where once upon a time he would have engaged - or argued with - anyone he met. When Edmund's heart gave out, Jack was in shock for a few years, but he was so alone that his mind went easily with it. He started farming, mostly so he could talk to the animals, adopting a peacock who was spoiled and haughty, but his best friend nonetheless.

After decades of living alone in his town, talking only to himself or his animals, driving away any newspawns who attempted to became acquainted, Jack did make friends with a few people who came through, giving him things, saying they'd heard of his past and were there for him. He shouldn't have let his shell crack, but once again he was offered friendship, and he took it. His new friends, so generous, offered him an escape. They would put their lives on a ship, sail away to Fu or somewhere far far away, and live peacefully. Jack worked in earnest to prepare, for a new home in paradise, with new friends, not lonely, not looking over his shoulder, for here in his own home, he always felt he was on a leash of some sort, that because of his past he would never be a free man, not truly. That his life could be stolen from him any day, at any time... And he didn't know how right he was...

While farming for grass for his animals, which he wanted to bring with him to his new home and new life, Jack and his friend, and a woman he'd only just met, were snatched and dragged into a dark, evil van, full of emotionless faces. Most of the faces Jack knew, and seeing them sent him spiraling into the past. He knew he was going to die. The woman of his nightmares tormented him, telling him he had been spreading rumors about her. To whom- his dwarf cows? He wondered, but she was ruthless, she would not rest until she had him in a room, imprisoned again, and who knew for how long? A van full of people, and they all saw no fault in a woman kidnapping three people over her paranoid delusions and some rumors she had heard. It was too much for Jack to comprehend, that he had tried so hard to cut himself off from humanity, so this evil would never have reason to come after him again, tried so hard he drove himself insane from loneliness, but not hard enough. Jack died believing one of the two or three friends he had left in the world had betrayed him, told lies about him for no reason. Deep inside, Jack knew it couldn't be true, that woman would never tell him the truth - that she'd always watched, waiting, and that seeing him about to find a new home and a new life, prompted her to end it before he could have true freedom. His only crime now, was wanting to live in peace.

The pain was unbearable, but short-lived, for Jack made the mistake of showing tears to the monster, and on her command, casually, they hacked him to pieces, not an emotion on any of their faces, while the only friend he had left watched on in horror, a man Jack only had courage to confess his love to there in his dying moments, whispering the words and an apology through a mouthful of blood. He had enough time to call out to Edmund, to say he was coming to be with him again, before some brainwashed newspawn finished him off, without a shred of humanity or empathy. The day before he would turn 85 years old.

But Jack's dying thoughts had hope, that in his last moments, he was a martyr for a cause he never meant to bring to so much power. He'd never had to call her a murderer, she would prove it herself, when she murdered him. And like before, stories of the injustice from both sides would go on. Her picking up his notes would not stop his story being told, would not stop people wondering how a man could be arrested for another person's paranoid delusions, and murdered for crying. Although really it didn't matter, in that final moment, Jack finally knew true and utter peace...

And so ended the life of Jack Spinner, who lived alone in a world of constant demented paranoia, who was in love with a sleeper for two thirds of his life, who only wanted friends and love and peace, and only recieved war, loss and betrayal. My first character, and the first to ever die, his life was full and yet it was empty, and yet it leaves a void much bigger than the missing name at the top of my character list. I cried when that finishing blow landed, I felt three and a half years of something come to an abrupt end in that moment. But more than that, a very depressed and broken character is finally at peace.. I know I could never have killed him off myself, and it was easier this way. And to anyone who was Jack's friend, you guys were great and the only reason I kept him alive besides simply out of spite.

And I'll kinda miss Noniwrok but the only cool thing about it was the peacocks so not really pfft, man that was a boring island, no offense...

----
And here I need to say a couple of OOC things - to the player of Genevieve, she was so nice to Jack even though he was quiet and weird, and I'm sure that's why you killed Genevieve off. I'm really sorry I never had Jack go check for her body, I saw her go inside and never come out but it was too depressing, but I really liked her and I'm sorry Jack was so boring =(

Secondly, someone from PD should really go check out "Nightingale`s Room" in The Safehouse in Kirinn Soufields, the Objects page has been broken for a couple of RL years, since Jack gained access to it, I don't even know if there's something on the ground but I've complained many times and no one ever fixed that page last I checked.. so you might wanna look into that, it's really weird...

[bnlphan]

Yes I know it's really long and I don't care =P

Jack Spinner (3141 - 4440)

He was a quiet man with black hair and blue eyes, a crossbow-bolt scar on his right shoulder and a spear scar in his side. He wore an outfit of cotton and leather, with a headdress and feathered bracers made of peacock feathers from his pet peacock, Blue, who liked to perch on his shoulder.

Early in his life, Jack was a naive young man in an empty area, he believed the world had very few people in it. Just after spawning he walked to Kirinn Soufields, and met another newspawn, Edmund, who became his first friend. Edmund was always by Jack's side, and when he fell into a deep sleep, Jack continued to bring him everywhere with him, refusing to give up on his only friend in the world. For the rest of their lives, Jack would never confess that he was in love with Edmund, a secret he revealed maybe to one other person much later in life.

Jack mostly hunted and made things or cooked, his life was uneventful at first. On his first trip to the nearby forest, Jack was shot by a man who didn't like his attitude toward the wood-collecting laws, and though the man wound up apologizing for his violence, it was this that should have taught Jack to avoid people, to keep his words to himself, but unfortunately he learned nothing.

After several years, Jack found himself in Karnon Forest, he thought it was a nice peaceful place and he made a lot of friends there. Even after being molested by a newspawn thief he tried to assist with (the closest thing Jack ever got to intimacy in his life), he remained there with his new friends, and decided to stay and help the town when he learned of their predicament - the Blackrock Tribe returning to reclaim "their" forest after a hundred year absence. Jack should have known that if he wished to lead the peaceful life he wanted, he should have let them go on alone, they didn't need his help, but the temptation of a home full of friends who cared about him, an adventure, a reason to live - gave him courage, and he dragged Edmund along as he dove into the biggest mistake of his life.

A lot of things happened on that journey, emotions raged, friends and family turned on each other, despite their efforts to be peaceful, the group was at odds with each other, kidnap ensued, and it only got worse when someone was killed. Though he tried to stop them, her blood was now on Jack's hands, and his friends', they tried to flee but there was no point. A standoff on the ship only made things worse. Almost all of Jack's friends who hadn't turned on them or fled were killed, only he and a few others surrendered, imprisoned and turned slaves to the Blackrocks. Try as he might, those events could never be blackened from Jack's mind, the nightmares never stopped, even after he served his sentence, there was no "justice" for the mess his life had become.

Defeated, broken, thinking he would never trust again, Jack brought Edmund back to their original home town of Kirinn Soufields once his ten years were done, a changed man, a man who barely spoke to travelers and passers-by, where once upon a time he would have engaged - or argued with - anyone he met. When Edmund's heart gave out, Jack was in shock for a few years, but he was so alone that his mind went easily with it. He started farming, mostly so he could talk to the animals, adopting a peacock who was spoiled and haughty, but his best friend nonetheless.

After decades of living alone in his town, talking only to himself or his animals, driving away any newspawns who attempted to became acquainted, Jack did make friends with a few people who came through, giving him things, saying they'd heard of his past and were there for him. He shouldn't have let his shell crack, but once again he was offered friendship, and he took it. His new friends, so generous, offered him an escape. They would put their lives on a ship, sail away to Fu or somewhere far far away, and live peacefully. Jack worked in earnest to prepare, for a new home in paradise, with new friends, not lonely, not looking over his shoulder, for here in his own home, he always felt he was on a leash of some sort, that because of his past he would never be a free man, not truly. That his life could be stolen from him any day, at any time... And he didn't know how right he was...

While farming for grass for his animals, which he wanted to bring with him to his new home and new life, Jack and his friend, and a woman he'd only just met, were snatched and dragged into a dark, evil van, full of emotionless faces. Most of the faces Jack knew, and seeing them sent him spiraling into the past. He knew he was going to die. The woman of his nightmares tormented him, telling him he had been spreading rumors about her. To whom- his dwarf cows? He wondered, but she was ruthless, she would not rest until she had him in a room, imprisoned again, and who knew for how long? A van full of people, and they all saw no fault in a woman kidnapping three people over her paranoid delusions and some rumors she had heard. It was too much for Jack to comprehend, that he had tried so hard to cut himself off from humanity, so this evil would never have reason to come after him again, tried so hard he drove himself insane from loneliness, but not hard enough. Jack died believing one of the two or three friends he had left in the world had betrayed him, told lies about him for no reason. Deep inside, Jack knew it couldn't be true, that woman would never tell him the truth - that she'd always watched, waiting, and that seeing him about to find a new home and a new life, prompted her to end it before he could have true freedom. His only crime now, was wanting to live in peace.

The pain was unbearable, but short-lived, for Jack made the mistake of showing tears to the monster, and on her command, casually, they hacked him to pieces, not an emotion on any of their faces, while the only friend he had left watched on in horror, a man Jack only had courage to confess his love to there in his dying moments, whispering the words and an apology through a mouthful of blood. He had enough time to call out to Edmund, to say he was coming to be with him again, before some brainwashed newspawn finished him off, without a shred of humanity or empathy. The day before he would turn 85 years old.

But Jack's dying thoughts had hope, that in his last moments, he was a martyr for a cause he never meant to bring to so much power. He'd never had to call her a murderer, she would prove it herself, when she murdered him. And like before, stories of the injustice from both sides would go on. Her picking up his notes would not stop his story being told, would not stop people wondering how a man could be arrested for another person's paranoid delusions, and murdered for crying. Although really it didn't matter, in that final moment, Jack finally knew true and utter peace...

And so ended the life of Jack Spinner, who lived alone in a world of constant demented paranoia, who was in love with a sleeper for two thirds of his life, who only wanted friends and love and peace, and only recieved war, loss and betrayal. My first character, and the first to ever die, his life was full and yet it was empty, and yet it leaves a void much bigger than the missing name at the top of my character list. I cried when that finishing blow landed, I felt three and a half years of something come to an abrupt end in that moment. But more than that, a very depressed and broken character is finally at peace.. I know I could never have killed him off myself, and it was easier this way. And to anyone who was Jack's friend, you guys were great and the only reason I kept him alive besides simply out of spite.

And I'll kinda miss Noniwrok but the only cool thing about it was the peacocks so not really pfft, man that was a boring island, no offense...

----
And here I need to say a couple of OOC things - to the player of Genevieve, she was so nice to Jack even though he was quiet and weird, and I'm sure that's why you killed Genevieve off. I'm really sorry I never had Jack go check for her body, I saw her go inside and never come out but it was too depressing, but I really liked her and I'm sorry Jack was so boring =(

Secondly, someone from PD should really go check out "Nightingale`s Room" in The Safehouse in Kirinn Soufields, the Objects page has been broken for a couple of RL years, since Jack gained access to it, I don't even know if there's something on the ground but I've complained many times and no one ever fixed that page last I checked.. so you might wanna look into that, it's really weird...

Outstanding!!!!!! A pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing.

[SekoETC]

I remember meeting the pet peacock, not so much the owner. I remember being impressed by the peacock.

[Kinny]

Well it's been about half a week now, and it's not like his death is unknown, so I'll go ahead and give a proper goodbye to Elijah Resine.
My third character I ever made, and he made it to about 95, not too bad.

He had an interesting life, after moving from San D'Oria to Moku in an attempt for some peace. Perhaps he was a little to kind to the ladies, but his heart always did belong to Ivy. Though Mecca Marlowe was a sweet detour for a while in a rough time for him. Struggled being leader, something he certainly never wanted, but in the end did a fair enough job at (but that's just me talking, public opinion might be different, haha). There are a lot of people that impacted his life in some way or another, and it would be a VERY long list if I attempted to name them all on here. But if you met him, talked with him, you'd likely be on the list.
Some mistakes in the last year of his life made it all too clear Elijah was ready to go, he'd lived a good life and as a player I no longer wanted to deal with the relationships attached to the character.

In due time the rest of my characters will be following suit, but Elijah had to be the first, for sentimental reasons. It's been fun, Cantr.

[miirkaelisaar]

Outstanding!!!!!! A pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing.

Aww, thank you =) I just wrote from the heart as much as I could, but I was afraid I was rambling..

I remember meeting the pet peacock, not so much the owner. I remember being impressed by the peacock.

Jack was never impressive, and that was always my intention =P even when people tried to look up to him as some kind of "leader" of a "revolution" or something, he was always pretty quiet unless confronted, the only time he really showed much personality, sadly, was when arguing or begging for his life. Other than that, he was one of my most boring characters, I too enjoyed RPing Blue the peacock more than Jack pfft, it had spunk...

Well it's been about half a week now, and it's not like his death is unknown, so I'll go ahead and give a proper goodbye to Elijah Resine....

I was really sad when I heard, my character too =( he always thought Elijah was very kind and a good friend, and respected him a lot, even though they didn't interact too often, being in two different towns.

[Genie]

I feel sad for I have missed the chance of meeting many good characters .

[SumBum]

In due time the rest of my characters will be following suit.... It's been fun, Cantr.

Nooo!

[Cdls]

Well it's been about half a week now, and it's not like his death is unknown

Well, given that there are still a few characters who I know haven't heard, this would still come as quite a shock. Given his status, this probably shouldn't have been posted yet. That being said, one of mine will certainly miss him once he hears about it.


And if you are killing off others, if one of yours is who I think it is, then one of mine would take a lot of pleasure from hearing about its demise, although I doubt it ever would be so fortunate. Crossing fingers.

[Kinny]

Well it's been about half a week now, and it's not like his death is unknown

Well, given that there are still a few characters who I know haven't heard, this would still come as quite a shock. Given his status, this probably shouldn't have been posted yet. That being said, one of mine will certainly miss him once he hears about it.


And if you are killing off others, if one of yours is who I think it is, then one of mine would take a lot of pleasure from hearing about its demise, although I doubt it ever would be so fortunate. Crossing fingers.

I just figured that most by a radio would know and I'm impatient now to bookend my characters' lives with goodbyes.
Thank you all for the kind words, Elijah was one of my favorite characters and if he made the game more fun for anyone, that was what I hoped for.
As for whoever your character is hoping will die, they are. Though who it is, I have no clue! Only a few of my characters I feel ever made people hate them too badly. I never could do a convincing villain, but I suppose some made enemies and ex's.

[Kinny]

In due time the rest of my characters will be following suit.... It's been fun, Cantr.

Nooo!

Sorry to hear it!

[Mitch79]

It's been fun with yours Kinny. Loved some of your characters (the few I knew and I'm sure the ones that I didn't, I would have liked as well)... I fear I"m not far behind you. Few more of mine will be going soon as well. Think there's going to be quite a few happy people when I finally quit.

[bnlphan]

It's been fun with yours Kinny. Loved some of your characters (the few I knew and I'm sure the ones that I didn't, I would have liked as well)... I fear I"m not far behind you. Few more of mine will be going soon as well. Think there's going to be quite a few happy people when I finally quit.

Haha on one hand if you are playing your characters good enough that people are glad to see you quit then you are certainly doing something right. I'm not sure of who all you play but I gather you play a good villian and whether people like it or not Cantr needs villians.

[Shedevil]

It's been fun with yours Kinny. Loved some of your characters (the few I knew and I'm sure the ones that I didn't, I would have liked as well)... I fear I"m not far behind you. Few more of mine will be going soon as well. Think there's going to be quite a few happy people when I finally quit.

I know of two my characters that will be happy to see one of yours die. And a few others that may be happy. But as a player, I will be sad to see you go when you do.

[Pies]

Andrew from Sea Town (4096-4451)

Thanks to anybody with who I was able to play there, specially players playing Vix, Timothy, Peril Tristan and Ashea