After much deliberation we have chosen our Hannibal Lecter for the group!Â
Please send in a link to your blog via ask  in the next 24 hours so we can add you to the masterlist and give you the password to our group chat!Â
If you were interested in this character do not fret! We still have a great many characters still open so please, please, please apply!Â
~Admin John and Admin JimÂ
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Name/Alias: Lucy
IC:
Character bio (2 para. minimum):Â
Before:
Hannibal Lecter was a good man in the eyes of almost everyone he ever met. He helped his patients out as much he could and on occasion, he even helped the FBI with some cases. He was an honest to goodness man on the outside. On the inside, well.. He saw himself as a god amongst men. He was the Chesapeake Ripper and he was working with the FBI to catch himself. They didnât even see it. Not until the last minute, and then he had to flee.
After:
Hannibal found himself in Florence, Italy as a museum curator under the alias of âDr. August Fell.â He laid pretty low for a while in Florence, then decided to move to Paris; and thatâs when it all started again. He decided to have a little fun and began his murders once again. The police there werenât even coming close to his trail, so he decided to move to London, where he had heard of a great detectiveâ one of the best. So it is there where he resides now, still playing cat and mouse under his new alias, Donovan Sinclair.
Character sample (3 para. minimum):
Sherlock Holmes does it again! The headline of the newspaper being held by Hannibal read. Inside was more of âthe scoop.â Nothing was more satisfying than watching others get caught when he couldnât even be caught. How stupid these people must be to get themselves caught. Leaving breadcrumbs behind them as if it werenât important at all to clean up after oneself.
"Would you like another cup of tea, sir?" the waiter asked him, bowing his head slightly.
Hannibal simply shook his head and smiled at the man. âNo, but thank you.â
As the waiter walked off, Hannibalâs eyes followed him until he walked behind closed doors into the kitchen. He was tempted to see where the man lived, tempted to make him his next victim. But no. No, he would wait for another victim. He was sure Sherlock was only barely starting on the last one he left (quite literally) hanging around.
After finishing the article, Hannibal placed some money onto the small table and left the tea shop. He had a meeting to be at, soon.
Hey guys! Admin John here, and I'm finally back! The computer works, but I'm still going to be a bit scarce this week. Here in Indy, it's Gencon time, so I'll be at the con from Wednesday to Sunday Night. However, I can get right back to making the accepting/closing graphics in the meantime, and getting replies out in a semi-timely manner! Thanks for putting up with my absence, I appreciate it!Â
Our lovely admin Johnny's having some technical difficulties in the form of a fried charger cord and no access to another computer to do important adminy type things. THEREFORE our rate of acceptance and announcements of character closings are gonna be slow for at least a couple days, just a heads up!
If you have any questions, feel free to ask as I will of course be ready to help!
does the character sample have to be ic or can it be from another rp or whatever?
The character sample does have to be ic, hence why the app distinguishes against IC and OOC entries<3 It also has to be original and organic to the rp meaning try not to take samples from other rp groups or fics, try and make something bright and shiny new!
After much deliberation we have chosen our Margot Verger for the group!Â
Please send in a link to your blog via ask  in the next 24 hours so we can add you to the masterlist and give you the password to our group chat!Â
If you were interested in this character do not fret! We still have a great many characters still open so please, please, please apply!Â
~Admin John and Admin JimÂ
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Name/Alias: CollinÂ
IC:
Character bio (2 para. minimum):Â
Being born into the renowned Verger family, Margot was had always been well off, but that didnât mean she had it easy. Between her parentâs negligence and her brotherâs psychological as well as physical abuse, Margot learned early on how to play the silent twin sister. Under her fatherâs will, Margot learned that she could never be an heir to their family dynasty, that she was perpetually trapped under Masonâs rule. After years of pent up anger result in a failed attempt to kill her brother, she is placed under the psychiatry of Dr. Hannibal Lecter.Â
While in therapy, Dr. Lecter convinces Margot that her only method of escape would be to have a baby, a legitimate male heir to the Verger family. Using Will as a sperm donor of sorts, she manages to impregnate herself, only for her plans to be completely extinguished yet again by her brother. In addition, due to a surgery ordered by Mason, she is no longer able to have kids at all. Soon after though, due to a tragic accident, Mason now resides in a state of paralysis, utterly helpless without the assistance of dear Margot.
Character sample (3 para. minimum):
For once, her brother is quiet and still. Moments like these are a rarity for Margot, the ambience of peace and calm is almost unsettling to the twinâs senses. Her brother had fallen asleep with his head in her lap, the cold medicine putting him in a tranquilized state. From this angle he looks almost angelic, soft golden hair sticking out in impossible directions, cheeks flushed feverishly and mouth slightly ajar as he takes in slow, shallow breaths. At times like this it is hard for Margot to believe the type of person her brother really is, and if she closes her eyes she might even be able to convince herself that they are normal.Â
It would make her life infinitely easier to pretend that he had never before threatened, neglected or abused her. It would be so relieving to accept his apologies, and believe him when he says that it will never happen again. But Margot knew better than that, and even now, with Mason unconscious and harmless, the thought of him being anything other than an animal would be just a fever dream.
She ran her hands through the hair of her brother, the person that meant most to her, and the only family she had left, tucking a few blond stands behind his ear. The only thing she could do in times like these were to simply enjoy the momentary serenity.
:SHERLOCK AND HANNIBAL CHARACTERS DESPERATELY NEEDED FOR CROSSOVER RP GROUP::
Murders. Hundreds of them. They started in America, and Sherlock followed them closely. When Will Graham was arrested, he knew they had the wrong man. The evidence was too perfectâ clearly staged, at every interval. Grahamâs incrimination was planned from the second body they found, the body left by the âcopycatâ.
The Chesapeake Ripper.
After the bloodbath at the home of psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter, the true Ripper, a country-wide manhunt went into effect. What no one except Will Graham realized is that Hannibalâs long gone, to Europe. Bodies began to appear, missing organs once again, in a trail that began in Paris and now leads to London.
Sherlock sees it as well. The pattern of the Ripper, in his own back yard. Itâs up to him to stop Hannibal Lecter. Will Graham couldnât do it, not even with the might of the FBI at his back. Grahamâs brilliant, but heâs not Sherlock Holmes, and the detectiveâs determined to put an end to the cannibalistic killer once and for all.
What he doesnât count on, however, is Will Graham and his team following Hannibal across the oceanâ nor the return of a man long thought dead, and the secret harboured by his best friend.
Now Will and Sherlockâs camps must work together to bring down the Devil himself, before Hannibal escapes once more.
Will their combined efforts be enough to take down Hannibal Lecter, or will he slip through their bloody grasps once more?
For all of our lovely members to meet each other!Â
We've been open for a couple weeks now and we wanna get this plot a-rollin'! Therefore, we are doing a Great Becoming meet-n-greet, or an RP Social. Group Mixer?Â
Anyway! Starting SATURDAY JULY 19 AT 5PM EST we're going to have a nice getting to know you session in the group chat where everyone can meet and talk and get threads going and generally break the ice.Â
Don't worry though, we're not doing any of that first day of school stand up say your name whatever, it's honestly an excuse to get everyone together!Â
-*- If you do not have the web address for the chat or the password please send an ask to the main blog so we may provide it for you! -*-Â
After much deliberation we have chosen our Will Graham for the group!Â
Please send in a link to your blog via ask  in the next 24 hours so we can add you to the masterlist and give you the password to our group chat!Â
If you were interested in this character do not fret! We still have a great many characters still open so please, please, please apply!Â
~Admin John and Admin JimÂ
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Name/Alias:Â Jacqueline Stone
Character bio (2 para. minimum):Â
Will Graham is, officially speaking, the Criminal Psychology professor for the FBI Academy. Unofficially is where things are a bit more complicated. Wearing the title âspecial agentâ it was his job to help the BAU see the things they couldnât see on their own. It was through it that Will crossed paths with Dr.Hannibal Lecter and the speeding train that was his life finally reached derailment.
There is never a time the âgood doctorâ isnât on his mind proven difficult to do otherwise since Hannibal has marked with him with a jagged scar along his abdomen. When word reaches him that Hannibal might be making a new name for himself in London Will is less than hesitant to go after him not only to ensure justice be served but to finally have the questions that have been racking up in his mind answered. Â
Character sample (3 para. minimum):
This is how your day starts. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. As if on cue Will jolted awake to the sound of his alarm clock and his own heavy breathing. Another nightmare. It was the third one that week and he relished unfondly on the fact as he took off his sweat drenched pajama shirt and ran his fingers through a cloud of unruly brown curls also made damp from the sweat. Under different circumstances he might have credited his subconscious for creating a reality that had been so vivid and lifelike that the feeling of being there still lingered even after he woke up. Was he awake? That was always problem with dreams; they felt real. Even the most absurd of things was suddenly logical and it wasnât until one was âawakeâ did the flaws become present. Squinting at the clock he made out the numbers, 7:45, too early in the day to have an existential crisis.