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Welcome to Winchester, Georgia. Population of 3, 476 - and declining. That's right, in this small town, there's a serial killer on the loose, the infamous Woodsboro murderer, Ghostface. He's no longer just a serial killer of Woodsboro, California. He's no longer after Sidney Prescott. He's come to Winchester with a new set of motives, ready to watch as the town crumbles.

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Audition for Henry Thomas, accepted!

Congrats, Jessi! Your audition for Henry Thomas has been accepted. Please create your account and submit it within the next 24 hours.

OOC Name & Age: Jessi
Roleplay experience: A year
How active can you be?: very. about 7-ish
Desired character: Henry Thomas
Are you okay with getting killed off? Yes!

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Viktor had led a privileged life for as long as he could remember. The only child of an elderly Baron and his lady wife, Viktor received plenty of attention, just not from them. This might be where all went wrong, he reflected. The Baron was almost always engaged in some private business while his mother flitted from one social affair to the next. Baron and Lady Hemmingsworth had hired a rather strict Nurse and then subsequently, a strict Governess. While he was healthy and intelligent, Viktor lacked the social skills he would have learnt if he had been at his parents side. Viktor Hemmingsworth inherited his father’s land and titles when his parents passed away in his early adulthood. Now Dear Lord Viktor, he didn’t have to listen to his parents or tutors or advisors. He did what he wanted and did not care who he bothered.

Viktor wasn’t really sure when it had gotten out of hand. It had started out sporadically. He only hung someone if they really deserved it. He needed to set an example and make a standard. He wasn’t sure when he realized it. If it was his second, fifth, or twenty third hanging. He liked it. There was something in the expression that crossed ones face right before they were declared dead. He felt powerful. He controlled Death.

Not today. Today, Death had him in his clutches. Death had him with the screams of his people and grin of the executioner. Viktor had made the man hang his own brother just a month ago. He regretted it now. He regretted everything, he knew right as he heard the snap that made the riot in the square disappear and a place much worse take its place. Viktor knew in that moment he was right in the center of Hell.