Clarissa Wright
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Character Sheet
Your name is Clarissa Wright. You had a nice, happy normal childhood outside Seattle. Your parents gave you pretty much everything you wanted. You had all the best toys, the best games and the best education. You were happy, you had friends, you got good grades in middle and high school, and everything was alright.
Things went this way throughout your middle and high school years and you were happy. You got good enough grades that you had your choice of colleges to go to when you graduated.
You knew you wanted to go into Math, possibly economics. You liked the idea of going to a high profile school like MIT, but you weren't sure you could take the pressure of that difficult of a school. Your parents really liked the idea of you going to MIT, though. They wanted to leave the decision to you, but they assured you that you were smart enough to handle anything that MIT could throw at you.
So you went through with it, you went to MIT, you majored in Math with a minor in economics. The work was grueling, and you spent almost all of your free time studying, but you managed to pass your classes. You just worked slower than most people. The problem was, because you spent all that time studying, you didn't have any time for friends or clubs, or really anything else, including sleep on some occasions.
So you were a mess, but you felt that it would be worth the work and the sacrifice. You graduated with great grades, but with no friends. You got a job quite quickly out of school.
You liked it, you were doing accounting for Nation Magazine. It was interesting. You would have liked to help out with the actual magazine, but it was enough. Even if you were working with the actual magazine, you'd probably end up working with Darren, a journalism major who has ended up just doing layout and clerical work.
You liked Darren. He was a nice guy. Kinda cute, too. He was always nice to you whenever you passed each other in the hall. You could tell he wanted to write, they just didn't give him the chance.
You got a couple chances to sit with him over lunch in the break room. He slowly became the first friend you ever had. You supported him in his attempt to try to get an article into the magazine. He had finally gotten a chance to do so. He had been working on the possibility about writing an expose on the CEO of Gold Standard Entertainment, Nation Magazine's parent company.
You also talked to him about his girlfriend and how he found out she was cheating on him. You felt close to him. You felt that there was a significant possibility that if he broke up with his girlfriend, that you two would start going out. The thought was exciting to you.
Then he stopped coming to work.
That was the beginning of the downward spiral of your life. You lost your only friend and you don't even know why. It depressed you, and that depression affected your work. Your accounting started slipping. You lost your job a few days later.
It's been about a year since then and you haven't been able to get a job since then. You can't afford your rent, which you've owed for the last two months. You hardly have any money to pay for food.
The only person you've even talked to for the last year is Henry. Henry is the homeless man who sleeps outside the apartment building you live in. He never really talked about his past, but he understood your pain, and your loneliness.
But it wasn't enough. You were alone. You had no job, no friends, no food, no rent. Nothing. You spent a year basically lying in bed, crying yourself to sleep.
So you're done. You're done with paying rent, with buying food, with looking for a job, with looking for friends. You're done with life.
But you want one last hurrah. You sifted through the lost and found of the apartment building you live in and grabbed anything that looked like it would be of value. You found a watch, a nice purse, some earrings, a nice cigar box, and a nice ring.
You're ready. Today's the day. You're going into the city to sell all the things you found in a pawn shop. You're going to take the money you get, have the best dinner you can get, go to the theater, do nice things, and then head to the nearest train station and throw yourself in the train tracks.
It's going to be one hell of an evening.
Gender-switched and Edited Version
Your name is Christopher Wright. You had a nice, happy normal childhood outside Seattle. Your parents gave you pretty much everything you wanted. You had all the best toys, the best games and the best education. You were happy, you had friends, you got good grades in middle and high school, and everything was alright.
Things went this way throughout your middle and high school years and you were happy. You got good enough grades that you had your choice of colleges to go to when you graduated.
You knew you wanted to go into math, possibly economics. You liked the idea of going to a high profile school like MIT, but you weren't sure you could take the pressure of that difficult of a school. Your parents really liked the idea of you going to MIT, though. They wanted to leave the decision to you, but they assured you that you were smart enough to handle anything that MIT could throw at you.
So you went through with it, you went to MIT, you majored in Math with a minor in economics. The work was grueling, and you spent almost all of your free time studying, but you managed to pass your classes. You just worked slower than most people. The problem was, because you spent all that time studying, you didn't have any time for friends or clubs, or really anything else, including sleep on some occasions.
So you were a mess, but you felt that it would be worth the work and the sacrifice. You graduated with great grades, but with no friends. You got a job quite quickly out of school.
You liked it, you were doing accounting for Nation Magazine. It was interesting. You would have liked to help out with the actual magazine, but it was enough. Even if you were working with the actual magazine, you'd probably end up working with Darren, a journalism major who has ended up just doing layout and clerical work.
You liked Darren. He was a nice guy. He was always nice to you whenever you passed each other in the hall. You could tell he wanted to write, they just didn't give him the chance.
You got a couple chances to sit with him over lunch in the break room. He slowly became the first friend you ever had. You supported him in his attempt to try to get an article into the magazine. He had finally gotten a chance to do so. He had been working on the possibility about writing an expose on the CEO of Gold Standard Entertainment, Nation Magazine's parent company.
You also talked to him about his girlfriend and how he found out she was cheating on him. You felt sad for him, but it was nice that he confided in you. No one had ever done that before.
Then he stopped coming to work.
That was the beginning of the downward spiral of your life. You lost your only friend and you don't even know why. It depressed you, and that depression affected your work. Your accounting started slipping. You lost your job a few days later.
It's been about a year since then and you haven't been able to get a job since then. You can't afford your rent, which you've owed for the last two months. You hardly have any money to pay for food.
The only person you've even talked to for the last year is Henry. Henry is the homeless man who sleeps outside the apartment building you live in. He never really talked about his past, but he understood your pain, and your loneliness.
But it wasn't enough. You were alone. You had no job, no friends, no food, no rent. Nothing. You spent a year basically lying in bed, crying yourself to sleep.
So you're done. You're done with paying rent, with buying food, with looking for a job, with looking for friends. You're done with life.
But you want one last hurrah. You sifted through the lost and found of the apartment building you live in and grabbed anything that looked like it would be of value. You found a watch, a nice purse, some earrings, a nice cigar box, and a nice ring.
You're ready. Today's the day. You're going into the city to sell all the things you found in a pawn shop. You're going to take the money you get, have the best dinner you can get, go to the theater, do nice things, and then head to the nearest train station and throw yourself in the train tracks.
It's going to be one hell of an evening.
Last Thoughts Before Game Start
Huh. That's interesting. Practically half of your apartment building is here. That snobby girl Jessica who lives upstairs with her boyfriend. There's your housemate, even the conductor lives downstairs. Hell, even Henry the homeless guy is here. That's... weird. You should probably get on with selling all that stuff you have on you and get on with your last day.
Who You Know on the Train
01. That stuck-up, snotty girl that lives in your apartment building. One of those self-absorbed shopaholic types.
02. The snotty girl's boyfriend. He seems like an okay guy, though you don't know what he sees in that girl.
03. A nerdy, awkward looking young man. He reminds you of the kind of guy that never seems to figure out how to be normal around people. He's so awkward you feel kind of sorry for him.
04. This guy seems like he belongs in some old detective movie. You don't know if that means he's going to shoot you or ask you for help on a mystery.
05. A woman in an elaborate gypsy costume. Probably one of those professional fortune-teller types. You don't really buy into that stuff.
06. A pleasant, thoughtful-looking young man. He seems pretty introverted.
07. Shannon Gregory – Darren’s younger sister. You only met a few times, but she and Darren were pretty close. Seemed like a nice enough girl.
09. Fred Matthews - He's your housemate. He usually keeps to herself and does his own thing. You're not quite sure what he does is legal, but you don't want to push it.
10. This guy is trying to look inconspicuous and he's kind of failing. His face is somewhat familiar, but you don't know where from.
11. Patrick Doyle – This jerk of a cop that accosted you for no reason that one day, verbally abusing you and scaring you out of your wits.
12. A quiet, unassuming guy who gives off the vibe of never really being noticed. You know how that feels.
13. A guy who is way too well-dressed and impatient-looking to be the sort who belongs on the subway.
14. Henry Frasier - The homeless man that lives outside the apartment building. You felt sorry for him, so you try to be kind and friendly to him when you see him. He's easier to chat with than you would have thought.
15. The conductor. From the way she's so stressed and distracted, something's eating at her, no question.
