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LITTLE HADES APP
May. 31st, 2016 11:51 am💀 Player Information
Name: Mania
Age: 30
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Characters In-game: N/A
💀 Character Information
Name: Lloyd Henreid
Canon: Stephen King's The Stand
Canon Point: Getting slammed in the face by a nuclear explosion as Vegas goes KABOOM.
Age: 26
Description: Lloyd's a thin, sketchy-looking dude in his twenties. He's around 5'9" (A TOTALLY RESPECTABLE HEIGHT), blond, stubble-prone, dresses casually for the most part and wears a perpetual sunburn. Fuck Hell; it's hotter than Vegas.
Physical changes: A small curly horn growing out of the right side of his head (sorta like this with a bit less of a demon rentboy vibe). It'll be emerging slowly and annoyingly so it'll only start showing about a month or two into his hell stay.
Powers: None!
History: In wiki form and in gif form.
Hell Status: Hell Newbie
What Brings Them To Hell: Eh, nothing much. A little bit of murder, a little bit of working for the devil, but his worst crime is using the endearment "sweetbuns" unironically. The hell lawyers are gonna have an easy dunk with this guy.
The Pitch: Ladies and Gentleman of the demonic jury, allow me to present Lloyd Henreid, a failure in every way imaginable. I know what you're thinking -- why would we want that? We've already got our share of losers, and plenty of them! Well, let me tell you: some people just dabble at loserhood. This guy is a pro.
Poor academic performance? You got it! This genius isn't just a high school dropout, but a moron of epic proportions. Need somebody to piss on the train tracks or stick his dick somewhere it really shouldn't go? Lloyd's your guy. Petty crime? You betcha. Lloyd isn't what you'd call a big picture kinda guy. Stealing a jar of nickels is his idea of a big score. Weak spine? This is the guy who went along on a tri-state killspree out of peer pressure. Terrible luck? Ohhh yeah. Lloyd's so proficient at winning the shit lottery, they modeled Bad Luck Brian after him. Inferiority complex? Check. A conscience he doesn't know how to use? Check. Embarrassing nicknames for lovers? Check! Cannibalism? Under duress -- he's not a recreational cannibal -- but check. Animal abuse? Okay, this one's a stretch, but he did let a poor widdle rabbit starve to death as a kid, because he couldn't remember to feed it. Pretty gnarly, huh?
A real winner we got here.
Oh, and did I mention he works for the Devil? Not the real deal, just your denim-clad Stephen Kingian knock-off, but it's the thought that counts.
And the worst thing? Lloyd's even a failure at being a failure! How's that for inconsistency? This Straight-D student who was headed to death row managed to keep a post-apocalyptic Las Vegas afloat while weathering the tantrums of his big bad boss in an unprecedented display of diplomatic acrobatics. He even held on to a little bit of his soul while at it. And sure, Vegas bit it big time, but it still counts for something on an otherwise pretty subpar resume.
So I bet now you're thinking I pulled a switcheroo on you. Lloyd's not a loser at all, he's actually a diamond in the rough? A sad little beacon of untapped potential? Nah, he's a loser all right. But he's a loser who's going places, baby.
From Vegas to Hell in a premium handbasket. So how about a ticket?
Setting Fit: Lloyd's gonna fit like a glove! Possibly a fingerless glove because despite being a murderer and Randall Flagg's right-hand man, he's not exactly a hardcore hell case. More like a lameass hell case.
Hell is pretty much where Lloyd pictured he was going, so while he won't be super enthused at being bounced from the frying pan into the fire, he'll take it more or less in stride. Once he stops freaking the fuck out and demanding to see his lawyer, that is. Then he'll have a few bucketloads of trauma to deal with -- turns out that starving in prison, overseeing crucifixions for your demonic boss and shooting an old guy in the face will mess with your head.
He's a sociable guy, and he'll probably try to stick to people who aren't world-ending maniacs, but seeing that he's a bit of a pyscho magnet, that wise plan might not pan out. He's bound to get into all kinds of trouble, 'cause that's his lot in life. And unlife. He might try to seek out some of the other Las Vegans (Vegasians?) who perished in the explosion, and if he ever makes it out of guilt-avoidance land, he might even attempt to find some of the people he helped land in the afterlife and y'know, apologize. Or get punched a lot.
Eventually I want him to land a position in the Reform Branch. Lloyd doesn't have the commitment to evil-doing required by Brimstone (or the stomach for it), and social work is more his speed. After helping run Las Vegas, he'll yearn for some position of authority, and it'll be a place where he could put his organizational and people skills to good use.
Oh, and he'll undoubtedly contract a hellish STD or two. That goes without saying.
Samples: Buncha threads here.
Name: Mania
Age: 30
Contact:
Characters In-game: N/A
💀 Character Information
Name: Lloyd Henreid
Canon: Stephen King's The Stand
Canon Point: Getting slammed in the face by a nuclear explosion as Vegas goes KABOOM.
Age: 26
Description: Lloyd's a thin, sketchy-looking dude in his twenties. He's around 5'9" (A TOTALLY RESPECTABLE HEIGHT), blond, stubble-prone, dresses casually for the most part and wears a perpetual sunburn. Fuck Hell; it's hotter than Vegas.
Physical changes: A small curly horn growing out of the right side of his head (sorta like this with a bit less of a demon rentboy vibe). It'll be emerging slowly and annoyingly so it'll only start showing about a month or two into his hell stay.
Powers: None!
History: In wiki form and in gif form.
Hell Status: Hell Newbie
What Brings Them To Hell: Eh, nothing much. A little bit of murder, a little bit of working for the devil, but his worst crime is using the endearment "sweetbuns" unironically. The hell lawyers are gonna have an easy dunk with this guy.
The Pitch: Ladies and Gentleman of the demonic jury, allow me to present Lloyd Henreid, a failure in every way imaginable. I know what you're thinking -- why would we want that? We've already got our share of losers, and plenty of them! Well, let me tell you: some people just dabble at loserhood. This guy is a pro.
Poor academic performance? You got it! This genius isn't just a high school dropout, but a moron of epic proportions. Need somebody to piss on the train tracks or stick his dick somewhere it really shouldn't go? Lloyd's your guy. Petty crime? You betcha. Lloyd isn't what you'd call a big picture kinda guy. Stealing a jar of nickels is his idea of a big score. Weak spine? This is the guy who went along on a tri-state killspree out of peer pressure. Terrible luck? Ohhh yeah. Lloyd's so proficient at winning the shit lottery, they modeled Bad Luck Brian after him. Inferiority complex? Check. A conscience he doesn't know how to use? Check. Embarrassing nicknames for lovers? Check! Cannibalism? Under duress -- he's not a recreational cannibal -- but check. Animal abuse? Okay, this one's a stretch, but he did let a poor widdle rabbit starve to death as a kid, because he couldn't remember to feed it. Pretty gnarly, huh?
A real winner we got here.
Oh, and did I mention he works for the Devil? Not the real deal, just your denim-clad Stephen Kingian knock-off, but it's the thought that counts.
And the worst thing? Lloyd's even a failure at being a failure! How's that for inconsistency? This Straight-D student who was headed to death row managed to keep a post-apocalyptic Las Vegas afloat while weathering the tantrums of his big bad boss in an unprecedented display of diplomatic acrobatics. He even held on to a little bit of his soul while at it. And sure, Vegas bit it big time, but it still counts for something on an otherwise pretty subpar resume.
So I bet now you're thinking I pulled a switcheroo on you. Lloyd's not a loser at all, he's actually a diamond in the rough? A sad little beacon of untapped potential? Nah, he's a loser all right. But he's a loser who's going places, baby.
From Vegas to Hell in a premium handbasket. So how about a ticket?
Setting Fit: Lloyd's gonna fit like a glove! Possibly a fingerless glove because despite being a murderer and Randall Flagg's right-hand man, he's not exactly a hardcore hell case. More like a lameass hell case.
Hell is pretty much where Lloyd pictured he was going, so while he won't be super enthused at being bounced from the frying pan into the fire, he'll take it more or less in stride. Once he stops freaking the fuck out and demanding to see his lawyer, that is. Then he'll have a few bucketloads of trauma to deal with -- turns out that starving in prison, overseeing crucifixions for your demonic boss and shooting an old guy in the face will mess with your head.
He's a sociable guy, and he'll probably try to stick to people who aren't world-ending maniacs, but seeing that he's a bit of a pyscho magnet, that wise plan might not pan out. He's bound to get into all kinds of trouble, 'cause that's his lot in life. And unlife. He might try to seek out some of the other Las Vegans (Vegasians?) who perished in the explosion, and if he ever makes it out of guilt-avoidance land, he might even attempt to find some of the people he helped land in the afterlife and y'know, apologize. Or get punched a lot.
Eventually I want him to land a position in the Reform Branch. Lloyd doesn't have the commitment to evil-doing required by Brimstone (or the stomach for it), and social work is more his speed. After helping run Las Vegas, he'll yearn for some position of authority, and it'll be a place where he could put his organizational and people skills to good use.
Oh, and he'll undoubtedly contract a hellish STD or two. That goes without saying.
Samples: Buncha threads here.
