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Randolph Tombs

"It's... It's in the book..."

0 · 260 views · located in Burns, Oregon

a character in “Just Believe Me”, as played by WaltJRimmer

Description

character guidelines
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human
Eyes: Green
Hair: Copper
Height: 6'2"
Build: Overweight with some muscle underneath
Powers: No real powers, but has a basic understanding of certain theologies and basic handling of firearms.
Personality: Rather depressive and combative verbally, Randolph isn't a very social person and doesn't know many people. He's come to trust a small group of people that he does jobs with every now and then.

Randolph Tombs, of the long Tombs line, knew very little about his family heritage until he was eleven and first heard of White Wash legend with Samuel Walter Tombs. When he first heard about it, he found almost nothing about it. He started reading everything he could to try to find more. It started with documents from around the time to non-fiction and finally to fantasy before he found anything and that was very little. He kept reading and came to spend almost all his time at the library reading the rare books, ones they were ready to throw out or give away, anything that would give him a clue. Eventually he started piecing bits an pieces together, small clues to his family line and their adventures.

For the most part, he took what he read as stories, only focusing on his family, but then it happened. Out of the blue one day, his mother didn't come home. People looked for her, was she dead? Was she kidnapped? Did she run away? No one knew. The only person known to see her after she disappeared was Randolph. He came home one day and found her taking her things and he saw a... Man? He looked like something out of The Seven Faces of Dr. Lao. When Randolph and she saw each other, she stopped, like she realized what she was doing. Then there was the sound of light music and she kept going. The man turned around and smiled and Randolph. Randolph ran off scared, not believing what he saw. He never told anybody. Who would believe she ran off with a goat man? He read up until he found one thing that fit the description of the man. A Satyr, very similar to Pan, almost like a cross between a siren and a Gancanagh.

After high school, he went to university and volunteered to work at the library. He felt if that one was real, there must be others. Eventually, he crossed paths with a couple of hunters who used the university library for research. From there, he made more contacts and more contacts until he got enough knowledge so was able to start noticing things himself and see when there was a job. He isn't very physically fit or impressive, so he mainly uses firearms for what he can, when he can, when he has to.

So begins...

Randolph Tombs's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Stella Character Portrait: Celia Hunter Character Portrait: Kim Sorrows Character Portrait: Randolph Tombs Character Portrait: Galen Zabat
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"Making my way downtown, walking fast
Faces pass and I'm home bound
Staring blankly ahead, just making my way
Making a way through the crowd...
And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder
If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by... ?
'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you...
Tonight"


The music suddenly stopped as Stella got out, tuning the car off. She pulled the gas pump and put the nozzle in the gas tank. 29.99....39.99...$40, and stop. Stella took the nozzle out and closed the tank. Walking up to the gas station she pulled out her wallet.

Before giving the cashier the money she got herself a pop. Then she gave the cashier $43.50. She flashed a smile then walked out getting in her car and driving off. She still had 80 more miles before she reached Burns, Oregon. Stella turned the song back on and continued singing.

"It's always times like these when I think of you
And I wonder if you ever think of me...
'Cause everything's so wrong and I don't belong
Living in your precious me-mo-rys...

'Cause I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder

If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by oh
'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you...
Tonight"

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Cecila hummed as she tapped the wheel.
"Would you PLEASE stop doing that?" Kim groaned.
"Hey! I'm the driver here!"
"Ugh," She muttered.
Cecila grinned.
"When you can drive, you can't complain about me yelling at you!" Cecila grinned.
Kim sighed.
THe car made a loud creaking sound.
"What the-" Something hit the side of the car, making roll over.
"AHHH!" Cecila yelped. Kim was petrified. ONce the car stopped, Cecila opened the door and ran out.
"HOLY FrICK!"
Kim stumbled out of the upside-down car.
"You alright?"
Kim pointed to her knee and looked around. She put some ice on it.
Cecila stopped for a second.
Kim leaned back int a hotel bed. She grinned.
"I LOVE HOTELS!" She laughed.
"How's your knee?" Cecila asked.
"It healed. It only took a week,"

Cecila opened her eyes.
"Don't worry, it'll heal in a week,"
Kim sighed and waved her arms to passing cars.

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Slowly moving down the dark streets of Burns, the demon, more precisely nightmare, that went by Dov moved as a silhouette. The way that he moved made him look like a shadow when one moved past the sun, changing position and angle, but never moving a single muscle.

He was rapidly changing between a colorless mass and his human form. He sought new prey, special prey. Something to haunt that was more rewarding than you average human. A small ripple in time had told him that many things that were not human would soon reach the town. From there, he could ruin their dreams, turning them into nightmares. The nightmares then created fear, the food of many 'harmless' demons. He was not like the others who fed on pain, suffering, anger, angst, death, and sorrow. No, instead he fed on fear, but only could he feed when his prey rested its fragile head.

So, the nightmare would wait, patrolling the city. The moment he would see something inhuman, he would lock on and hunt his prey.

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Cecila stood up and waved her arms too.
"HELP!" She cried out, waving her arms vigorously.
Kim sighed and sat down.
"It's no use, we're going to be stuck out here!" Her contact lens fell out.
"Put that back in before people see your eye" She hissed. Kim quickly popped it into her eye, making it appear a brown color.
"There. No one is going to stop unless we run out into the streets!" She complained.
"Do you want to test that theory out?" Cecila teased.
"NO!" Cecila smiled.
"Just kidding! Either way, we're going to have to get a ride!"
Kim sighed and lazily waved her arms.
"SOMEONE! Help us!" Kim waved her arms and groaned.
Cecila sighed and out her arms down.
"Never mind, this is useless,"
"TOLD YOU!" Kim cried out.
They sat down glumly.
"Hopefully some driver will care enough,"
"You wish," Kim sighed and laid down.

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In the back room of the library, Randolph was reading a book on Greek mythology. He'd been contacted about a job to capture a Nymph. He found this odd. He'd read up on them in the past, not enough to know much about them, though. But from all he read, there wasn't anything particularly special about them. He was, on the other hand, reading to see if they would have any trouble. A call came over his CB. "Alright. I've been reading up and I found a few things I should talk to you about, some questions to ask in person. But other than that it looks pretty straight forward." There was one thing that bothered him. Nymphs were said to be able to, "Animate nature." But nothing went into what the restrictions, if any, of that were. Could they bring dead animals or plants back to life? Was it restricted to the type of Nymph they were?

But his mind came back to the same question. Why does someone want one? What could someone do with a live Nymph? There was nothing concrete about anything they were useful for to anyone but themselves. And on top of it all, not only was someone hired to catch her, he was being paid to research anything they needed help with. Usually, he helped out for fun or to be helpful. Sometimes he did field work for himself, but he couldn't remember ever getting paid before. It bothered him.