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Richard Johnson

"Everything is shattering and it's my mistake."

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a character in “Secrets of Limbo”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"everything is shattering and it's my mistake."
fools - troye sivan




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N A M E:
Richard David Johnson

N I C K N A M E S:
Rich, RJ

A G E:
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S E X U A L I T Y:
Heterosexual

P A I R I N G:
The Cursed





"finally i feel alive."
don't mind me - walking on cars




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A P P E A R A N C E:

Richard wasn't always as rich as he is now, and that occasionally shows. Even though he now wears almost exclusively suits, he never looks totally at ease in one. Not the way that Jameson does. He's a farm boy at heart, far more comfortable in a jumper and shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His clothes are always well tailored, flattering, somehow covering his slight discomfort in them. His clothes are always spotless, no matter what he's been doing, and it's a trait he's always had. He usually wears dark colours, even his ties are always a muted colour. He always carries a gold pocket watch, a gift from his father, as a reminder of where he came from.

There's something handsome about Richard. He mightn't be the striking, gorgeous type that Jameson is, but his bright blue expressive eyes draw people to him. At 5'11", he's only a tad taller than average, but was the shortest in his family so it's something he's conscious about. He's got a few scars from farm work, notably one long gash along his arm from an accident on the farm. He's stronger than he looks, thanks to the years of farm work.




never let go til we're gone
my heart will go on (cover) - postmodern jukebox





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P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Richard is so unassuming that many just look right past him. He's quiet, preferring to sit, watch, and listen, learn about the people around him instead of talking, trying to schmooze everyone into falling in love with him. He's jokingly referred to as "the brains of the operation." Which isn't exactly true, but he's the cool to Jameson's hot, he's the balance that is so often needed. He's a gentleman and always has been, and has never forgotten his humble beginnings. He's kind to everyone, no matter where they're from or what they do, something that often raises eyebrows. He's charming in a quiet way, the type of man who knows the value of meaningful gifts instead of just something expensive, the type of man to ask you to dance when he gets you alone instead of a bravado gesture in front of all your friends. Compliments flow off his tongue without him even really thinking about them, and he means every single one of them. He's a romantic at heart.

But despite this cool demeanour, Richard has a jealous streak a mile long and a temper that burns red hot when it does eventually burn. He's not the luckiest in life or in love, and he's been known to make the odd rash decision when it comes to love. He seldom means any harm, but he gets wrapped up in the moment and does stupid things. If he isn't doing stupid, crazy things, then he's not doing anything at all. Sometimes, when it comes to love, he's just so afraid of being unhappy, of getting hurt, or worse, causing pain, that he just won't do anything. This isn't just in his love life either, though. He's okay with people taking the credit for his work if it keeps the peace. He's okay with being behind the scenes, not getting that much credit, because it's easier than causing trouble and potentially having things backfire.

O D D I T I E S

tugs at the sleeves of his suits - crunches ice - looks after books with immense care - excellent dancer - bites his nails when he's nervous

L I K E S:

champagne - fresh fruit - animals - the fresh air - gold - tea - old books - the piano

D I S L I K E S:

ale - suits - being trapped inside - lilies - the smell of smoke - obnoxious people - hypocrites

F E A R S:

the thought of being alone forever terrifies him more than he could ever admit. he's afraid of being paralysed or being chronically ill. he also really hates heights.




i hold you up above everyone
good to you - marianas trench




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H I S T O R Y:

Richard's birth parents had met young. Both from poor families, they at least had the farm to their name, and the farm was actually relatively successful, they lived a somewhat comfortable life. They married at 16 and along came Richard two years later. He was five when his father died, and everything changed. Richard stayed in school, but every free moment was spent helping his mother with the farm. A formidable woman, she was respected and admired, and nobody would dare cross her as a businesswoman. They got by, just the two of them. Richard left school at 12 to help his mother with the farm full time.

He was sixteen when she met a rich businessman. He fell in love instantly- she took slightly longer to convince. But after almost two years, she agreed to marry him, and their life changed again. They suddenly had more money than either of them knew what to do. She refused to give up the farm, and he was okay with that. He started training Richard to follow in his footsteps, teaching him everything he knew about business. Despite his limited education, Richard showed a surprising flair for it, taking after his mother. His step-father introduced him to another similarly minded young man- Jameson Gatsby. Richard wasn't involved in all of his pursuits, but they became friends.

Richard had returned to the farm for a brief spell to help his mother when Jameson declared that he was to be married. His wedding was going to be the largest, most extravagant, most glamorous event the world had seen. Even America couldn't handle it, so Jameson took to the seas. Richard quietly thought it was all a little over the top, but Jameson had the money to spend. And so they went to the aptly named Dreamer for his wedding. And that's where Richard met Georgia. She waltzed into his life, on the arm of Jameson, and Richard knew that he was in deep.

So begins...

Richard Johnson's Story

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Character Portrait: Flora Glass Character Portrait: Elyse Norman Character Portrait: Maximilian Silver Character Portrait: Georgia Day Character Portrait: Richard Johnson Character Portrait: Simon Rizzo
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Jameson Gatsby and Georgia Day were to be wed seven days from the time they set sea. And married they were. However, somewhere along the way Georiga had given her heart to another, one Richard Johnson. It was her first kiss with the man she truely loved that set their lives in motion and it was that kiss...that sealed their fates forever.

Those who lost their lives at sea find themselves aboard the ship The Dreamer no matter how it was lost. Whether it be:

A fatal jump off a cliff...

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or a storm at sea that turns deadly...

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Six individals find themselves locked in limbo until they find a way to free them from their repeating never after.






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Hex: #7F0000 | Cursed | Location: Lounge
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Images flashed through her mind as she thrashed against the sheets which devoured her like the waves of the ocean. The more she struggled, the more tangled she become. In her dreams she saw a handsome man smiling at her . The image made her glance down at the sparkling ring on her finger. Jameson, her fiance. A man she cared for, but wasn't sure she loved. Another flash, a confident smirk, a kiss shared in the dark beneath the glittering night sky. A moment she swore she'd never forget. A moment that made her heart race faster than never before. This was Richard... and she loved him. Another flash, brighter than lightning and she found herself on the grandstaircase, dressed all in white posing for a picture with her new husband. Then the sirens sounded. A loud crash shook the entire ship and she ran, searching for Richard. She found him, slumped over the wheel reeking of spirits. He had killed them all...

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"No!" She screamed, bolting upright in her bed. She was drenched in sweat, heart beating frantically as if in warning that something terrible was going to happen, but nothing did. Nothing came. She tried desparately to remember her dream, confused as to what had terrified her so. But the more she reached for it, the faster it sank into the dark of her mind. It was like trying to grab the water that flowed beneath them. For she was on a ship. Jameson's ship The Dreamer and she was safe from all harm. This was the best built ship afterall. Smaller than the Titanic, but just as grand if not grander.

She shook herself from her sheets and made her way over to her armoire. She threw open the doors, her gowns rattling on their hangers inside, begging to be worn. Only the best for the future Mrs. Gatsby. She ran her fingers over the fabric as she let the name echo in her mind. Georgia Gatsby. Not a bad thought if she was being honest with herself. However, now that the day was drawing near, she was beginning to have reservations about the whole thing. She shook off her thoughts, chalking it up to pre-wedding jitters, and went about selecting a gown. She decided on the blue one that would go well with her knotted string of pearls. She grabbed her cigarrette holder, stuffed some of her belongings in her boddice, and made her way up to the lounge to calm her nerves. The sky was still dark and she didn't much care for overcast mornings. Instead, she prefered the nicely lit lounge with its overly stuffed chairs for comfort and its velvety curtains.

While she sat, and smoked, her thoughts wandered, returning to the dream. She felt she was forgetting something. Something important. Something that made her pull another cigarette from her boddice. Instead of lighting it, however, she ended up chewing on the end of her holder. She started to wonder if maybe some food would help, but the nausea that had formed in the pit of her stomach made her decide otherwise. Then she worried, the last think she needed was for her to be sick on her wedding day. Then she desparately wanted someone there to distract her. Maybe she'd go find Richard--Jameson! Her fiance was Jameson, Richard was her fiance's best man. Why the heavens had Richard's name popped into her mind?

She was so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't heard the footsteps approach her from behind.






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Hex: #292954 | Fated | Location: Deck
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A bright sunny day. A dazzling smile. Warm brown curls wrapped around his finger. The taste of rum and coke. The air filling with the smell of salt and starlight as the night drew near... and so did a viscious storm. Waves rocked the ship, knocking him off his feet, and slamming him down to the ground. He quickly rose. He needed to find her. He needed... another large wave rocked the ship. Gotta find her. Have to make sure she's safe. One final crash sent him flying into the water, waves thrashing around him and pulling him deeper... and deeper... And his final thoughts were not of how terrified he was. No. They were of her. Flora.

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Simon woke with a start, his tired eyes wide and searching. Searching for what, he wasn't sure. He was sure, however, that he had to find... whatever it was. With a frustrated groan, he laid back against the down pillows and thought about how much softer they were than his own pillows. He rolled over, attempting to return to sleep when his thoughts back tracked to his thought about his pillows. Wait... he wasn't in his bed?

Then he heard voices outside his door, commenting on the beauty of the ship and how gently it slid over the waves. "Cuts them like a hot knife through butter," someone says. He bolted upwards. A ship? No... it can't be. There were no windows to his room, probably one of the inside rooms, so he did the only thing he could think of, he bloted out the door, up the stairs, and to the deck. The deck of a ship. Water was all around him. No formations of land in sight.

He began to pannic. His breaths came quickly and uneaven. He pawed at his shirt--a mere nightshirt with loose trowsers--in his attempts to pull air into his lungs. He clung to the railing for dear life, his knuckles white. He started to search for something or someone... someone who would comfort him in a time like this.

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Richard hadn't slept particularly well. His sleep had been broken with strange dreams, dreams of destruction, where it was all somehow his fault. And Georgia. She'd been in those dreams, but it felt unorganised, like the pieces shifted every time he touched them, just enough so he couldn't put them together. But it didn't matter. She was Jameson's. They were the whole reason they were here. He didn't even know why he dwelt on it, on her.

He had thought that fresh air might just help clear his head. But now he stood staring at the waves, glad that it seemed relatively calm and that at least his suit wouldn't get ruined. Jameson was elsewhere on the ship, probably ensuring that that the wedding would run to schedule, would still be the greatest party the seas had ever seen. His dreams still haunted him somewhat. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was to blame. The fog of drunkenness, the realisation that he had messed up and it was too late to do anything about it. But he couldn't remember what he had done, what he had caused. He couldn't stop himself from doing it if he didn't know what it was. And that frightened him. He sighed and pushed away from the edge of the boat, deciding that the fresh air wasn't doing him any good and that some coffee might do him better. He made his way down though the lounge.

The ship truly was magnificent. It almost seemed like a waste to use it for something like this, for what was effectively just a huge party. But Jameson only wanted the best. And Richard couldn't blame him. Everyone would be talking about this for years, possibly decades to come. And it was the closest they felt they could come to immortality. And Richard had just laughed and went along with it. This was perhaps the most brazen of Jameson's schemes, and it seemed to be just as successful as the rest.

Richard ordered his coffee in the lounge, and spotted a familiar hand holding a familiar cigarette holder. Georgia. He approached her from behind. "Something on your mind?" He asked as he sat down across from her.




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Elyse gasped as she sat up, feeling like she had just been plunged into ice water. It took her a few seconds to catch her breath. It was only then that she took in her surroundings. This... wasn't her bedroom. She had no clue where she was. And the room seemed to be... moving slightly? Tilting. Was she on a boat? She climbed out of bed and took in her nightdress. She sure as hell wasn't in her own room. This sure as hell weren't her pyjamas. It was... old fashioned. She caught a look at herself in the mirror and folded her arms. It wasn't... the most hideous thing she'd ever seen. But it sure as hell wasn't her style. She went to the wardrobe and threw it open.

"Oh goddammit," she said, staring at the clothes in front of her. They also were... definitely not her style. She pulled a dress out of the wardrobe and grimaced. Completely shapeless. Hideous shade of green. She shoved it back into the wardrobe and started rooting through them. What era even were these clothes? At least they were short, she told herself. She stopped at a black and blue dress. Not her usual style but... she could make it work. She dug out some underwear too, and manage to get herself into them and into the dress. As soon as she saw it on herself, she could put a name to the era. Flapper. And even if it wasn't her style, she could pull it off. She grinned, pinning her hair into something like a bun, and slipping her feet into heels. She always took an opportunity for dress up, and if the clothes were here, she was going to wear them.

But now, she said, she had to find out what the hell was happening. She stepped out of her room and looked up and down. Voices carried up and down the hall, and she swore that somewhere, she could hear... was that jazz? She started walking, heading towards voices, and just hoped that she'd come across... somebody who knew what was going on.

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Character Portrait: Flora Glass Character Portrait: Elyse Norman Character Portrait: Georgia Day Character Portrait: Richard Johnson
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Georgia's cheeky smile made him grin in return. It was a smile he saw often enough, one that charmed the receiver without even trying. "I'd argue it's only bad luck if that lady decides to take fate into her own hands," he retorted as he took a sip from his coffee. But her comment about calling off the wedding made him raise his eyebrows. It was... an unusual thing for her to say. Why would anyone presume that?

He didn't miss her attempt to change the subject either. "As you say that, I did have some strange dreams last night. Can't remember what the bloody things were about, though," he said. "It's the strangest of sensations. They weren't about you calling off the wedding, though," he added with a raised eyebrow and a grin. "Because even in my wildest of dreams I couldn't imagine why you would do that."

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been at least a little hypnotised by Georgia the first time they'd met. She'd seemed so wonderfully glamorous, so fitting for Jameson and his life of luxury. And yet so different from the rest of the high flying women that Richard had encountered. So daring and independent and... individual. She didn't care about what anybody thought of her, and that was spell-binding.

But she was Jameson's, he had to remind himself. There was no point in thinking any further than that, because she was the reason they were here. And how excited that Jameson had seemed as he'd burst into Richard's childhood home to declare he was going to be married.

"A rather strange coincidence we both had strange dreams on the same night, wouldn't you say?" He remarked.



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Elyse was lost in her own mind, wandering down the corridors, when she felt somebody collide with her. It wasn't that hard, but it was enough to startle Elyse out of her reverie. The woman was still in her nightdress, something that made Elyse raise an eyebrow. But she just gave her most flattering, charming smile.

"Don't worry about it, dear. No need to apologise quite so much!" She said, before taking the woman's hand and shaking it. "I'm Elyse. It's lovely to meet you, Flora," she added. She took another look at the woman. She was pretty, that much was immediately evident. Her hair was a mass of wonderful curls, her skin was wonderful and smooth. She was the type of person that caught Elyse's attention without even really trying. Elyse's smile widened almost subconsciously as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, and by the way. From what I've seen, this is a pretty fancy place, so it might be worth getting dressed," she said, lowering her voice. "And all that was in my wardrobe were these... period dresses? So I don't know what the story is there, but I'd be curious to see if it's the same for you," she added, swishing around the skirt of her dress a little to demonstrate. The girl was a little shorter than her, but only mostly because she was in her bare feet and Elyse had her heels on. Her general demeanour and appearance made Elyse stop and think for a second.

"Flora, can... can I ask you a question? Did you... wake up here without knowing where you were?" She asked, softly, quietly, not particularly wanting the world t hear the question.

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Character Portrait: Maximilian Silver Character Portrait: Georgia Day Character Portrait: Richard Johnson Character Portrait: Simon Rizzo
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She took another drag from her cigarette and relased the smoke into the room. Her eyes never left Jameson's. "You know I would be the girl to take her own fate into her hands, lovey." she replied. She pouted. "You don't believe me to be bad luck do you?"

She ran a hand through her hair and glanced away from him at the mention of the strange dreams and the wedding. "I don't." She explained. "Want to cancel the wedding I mean. I only meant that you might misread my worryin' about the dreams as 'cold feet' is all." She smiled. "Because you're right. There isn't a reason I'd want to call off the wedding. Marrying a man who is willing to buy me anything I wish. A man who is sweet and enjoys having a good time. I'm a lucky girl." She took another drag of her cigarette and frowned, noticing how short it was getting. She was talking too much and smoking too little.

"I agree. Matching dreams are strange. Especially considering we can't remember them." A tone rang throughout the boat, signaling not only the beginning of the day but the breakfast bell. Georgia frowned. Clearing her throat she doused the cigarette in the tray on the small table beside her. She wasn't entirely hungry. Now that the ship was on the sea, she could feel the steady rocking beneath her feet. On a small boat, it wouldn't bother her. On this big ship... her stomach was having a difficult time adjusting. However..."Jameson will be expecting us." She announced as she rose from her chair. She ship suddenly lurched causing her to fall forward, catching herself on Richard just as he rose to join her.

She apologized. "I'm sorry, Richard. It seems I don't have my sea legs beneath me just yet." She ran a hand through her hair. "If I'm being plain I must admit I don't have my sea stomach just yet either." She wasn't quite sure why she shared that last bit of information with him. Maybe she hoped, like with the dreams, he would share this feeling with her and...well she wasn't quite sure why that mattered. Maybe she was warning him in case her dinner from the party the night before would find itself on his finely made and polished shoes.






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Simon reached out and shook the man's hand with a nod of acknowledgment. "Maximilian." He repeated. "Nice to meet you. Where I come from, most people shortened a name like that to Max." Simon mentally facepalmed himself and openly grimaced. "Ahh. Sorry. I don't have much of a filter between my brain and my mouth." He looked down at himself and made a sound that was halfway between a choke and a laugh. "Or my brain and my body otherwise I would've put on a different set of clothing before I left the room." Although he had been in a panic at that point. However, Maximilian didn't need to know that.

Simon rubbed the back of his neck at the young man's question about his memories. "Yeah, no idea there my friend. I woke up on a ship, terrified about the fact that I'm on this ship on water and poof. That's... about it really." He wasn't going to mention the feeling that he wasn't meant to be here alone, but the more he tried to think of who would be with him, the further the thought seemed to roam. He couldn't pin it down. "As a side note, my fear of water isn't irrational. I..." He scrunched his face up in thought. "Well I was going to say trust me on that, but since I can't remember the event that caused it maybe I can't even trust myself..."

A tone sounded through the ship, startling Simon from his thoughts. People began to make their way back inside, cluing him that maybe they should be doing the same. That the tone had purpose. "Something tells me we need to be making out way back inside for... something. Maybe it's breakfast." He said hopefully as he made to follow the others. "You coming?" He asked as he stopped to wait for Maximilian.