The sleepy town awakes
The modest, curiously empty town of Bindlebrim Hallows is tucked between a rugged coastline and a lush forest in Washington. It is a place like many other small Pacific Northwestern towns. It is the kind of place where hot chocolate is required to combat against the harsh winters and your neighbors know a little more than they should. Where the smell of burning wood dances with the wind in a never-ending waltz and moss wraps itself around the fir trees. Where romance can blossom on the darkest of days and where magic seems to be an everyday occurrence.
It's a place woven from the deepest point of your imagination, spun from your very dreams. However, things are about to change in Bindlebrim Hallows; something dark has decided to reside here, a creature so evil its very presence threatens the peaceful town's future, causing every citizen to wake up to a living nightmare. →
Accepting every Monday and Friday.
“Even as my heart aches, and I stain my pale flesh red—the world continues to spin, I continue to breathe.”
† Basics ;
† Status ;
† Personality ;
+ Generous, passionate, clever.
- Anxious, self-Righteous, stand-Offish
† History ;
Memory, the scientific community says, is mostly false. The mind is a powerful tool, capable of making sense of what makes no sense, of reformatting the inconvenient events that do not fit within the host’s worldview, and of inventing scenarios entirely because they are easier, or required, or earnestly believed. The mind’s usual job is to fill the holes in the gaps, connect events during the times we weren’t paying attention, and putting a hearing aid to the background white noise to amplify and explain moments we didn’t witness enough of. Usually, the mind is there to clarify the things we’ve seen, or to reinvent them. Sometimes, though less often, the mind takes measures to forget things entirely.
It’s hard to analyze one’s history when there’s so many pieces missing, like a patchwork quilt with some connecting tiles gone, no longer around to bridge the gap between one event and the next, leaving a life scattered, half-lived, half-remembered. But that’s just the ways things are, sometimes. Some people are great at remembering things, but it seems Elise is better at forgetting. Before she struck out to live life on her own, at a time much later than most grown children would abandon the nest, her parents were eager to find answers, and, if they dare to hope, a cure. She spent her childhood in and out of psychiatrists’ and neurologists’ offices, receiving evaluations, and brain scans, and her parents’ fervent hope for an explanation of the inexplicable. But nothing conclusive ever came. Some professionals suggested the repression of a past trauma, others suggested it was a deficiency in short-term memory, but no cause emerged, nor did a pattern, nor did a solution. Even if a conclusion that would satisfy her family could be reached, there wasn’t a way to fix that metaphorical hole in her head.
For years Elise tolerated the well-intentioned,—though somewhat condescending,—smothering her family saw fit to bestow upon her, long after she had accepted what she was, and figured out ways to navigate life with the occasional lost puzzle piece. She never forgot the important things, after all: her name, how to speak, how to live, how to add, subtract, multiply, divide, how to bake a killer batch of Snickerdoodles, how to operate a vehicle, (though it took some time to convince her father even attempting such an endeavor wasn’t ultimately doomed to end in the fiery wreckage of twisted metal). It was select occurrences she had a more difficult time holding on to. Eventually, the time came where she had to prove to everyone else she could do this whole life thing on her own. Her family had talked her out of college the first time, but she was neither deficient nor invalid. After patiently and meticulously stockpiling her savings from a job as a barista at the local coffee shop, a colossal task, even when she was living rent-free at home, she had enough to cover the post-aid expense of a college education, and received admittance to a far-away enough university: Astoria. Well-knowing her parents would find a way to stand between her and the future, as usual, she gathered the necessary resolve and, one night before the start of the semester, packed up her car and drove off, leaving only a note behind. Maybe, someday, she’d see them again, long after she had proven herself beyond their far-reaching doubt.
† Connections ;
Her face claim is Rachel Hurd-Wood and she is currently Autumn.
Original Character written by Autumn.
“Suddenly I had a flash of insight: I am a monster, I realized, a monster that wants to stalk through the woods, free and alone, and cannot even bear so much as the touch of a branch on its skin.”
† Basics ;
† Status ;
† Personality ;
+ Flirtatious, indiscriminate, clever.
- Manipulative, gluttonous, heartless.
† History ;
Belial believed he was made to do what he does. Of course, natural aptitude has its drawbacks, especially for the immortal. It didn’t take long before he grew bored of his raison d’etre, and sought to find a way to spice things up. While his appetite was frequently insatiable, and he was inititally one to simply consume his unfortunate targets, he found it could sustain him just as well, not to mention provide a lot more entertainment, to simply play with his food.
He traveled from place to place, wearing down the populace before the drain took its toll, or before a paranoid fervor made the area…a bit too hostile for his tastes. His favorite prey was the weak of heart, as those easily swayed could typically more easily be toyed with, strung along longer than the strong-willed. All things considered, though, he would sometimes get tired of the easy game, opting for more of a challenge.
The last time he picked out a tougher case, though, it backfired hard, and very nearly got him sent back to Hell. A woman got smart—she somehow managed to figure out what he was, and more dangerously, how to stop him. After dodging a literal bullet, he fled, all his focus devoted to survival, and that meant getting as far from the human who nearly sealed his fate as possible. He kept his ear to the ground, as well as underneath it, picking up whispers and rumors of a town out west where his kind could thrive, where there were plenty of vulnerable souls for the taking, and plenty of fresh meat to tantalize and tenderize. So he picked up and headed out to Washington, to set up shop in Bindlebrim Hollow and see what all the fuss was about.
Once, when Belial still mostly resided in Hell, he was a famed warrior, though he often felt his heart was not in battle. He was a lover, not a fighter, but in the underworld, there was little choice in the position one was given. His only option, as far as he saw it, was to climb the ranks and win enough favor with the big guys downstairs to choose another fate. He didn’t understand that it just doesn’t work that way. When he was finally offered a seat among the great Generals of Hell, he spurned the rank, instead seeking a seat among those who presided over it. Moreover, he supposedly claimed that he was a better lover even than Asmodeus, the current Prince of Lust. In an act that proved what every reasonable person should have forseen, Asmodeus cast him down, stripping him of every accolade his work had wrought, and sent him to wander the surface as an Incubus—his own little footsoldier wading through a battlefield of human flesh. However disgraceful his fall may have been, he found the change refreshing, his purpose here among the bottom-feeders more to his talent and liking.
His face claim is Iwan Rheon and he is currently played by Amber.
Original Character written by Amber.
what females are needed?
Congratulations Amber, you’ve been accepted for the original role of Belial! Your character’s background may be subject to small edits as we create your biography to ensure he/she is able to fit into Bindlebrim, but anything major will be discussed with you. Please wait to receive our message regarding face claims then read and complete everything on the New Member Checklist!
Congratulations Autumn, you’ve been accepted for the original role of Elise Hardwick! Your character’s background may be subject to small edits as we create your biography to ensure he/she is able to fit into Bindlebrim, but anything major will be discussed with you. Please wait to receive our message regarding face claims then read and complete everything on the New Member Checklist!