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( New Updated LIST NEEDING THIS CHARACTERS the ones with * on there names are important )

Looking for a step mother for this kid over at genome_project. His sister and father are also in game.

A little bit about what we had in mind: Her name is Bethany (unfortunately, she's been played before and been alluded to in game, so her name is not negotiable). She is fairly young, middle to early 30's. The PB we had in mind was Isla Fisher, Confessions of a Shopaholic era. Bethany is very flirty, girly, and maybe a little ditzy. How much or how little can be up to you. She is not Charles Elwood's first, second or even third wife. She has a very struggled relationship with Evan (this character) and a fairly okay one with Emily (tearslikerain). She is likely not going to last as Charles wife for very long, so there can be struggles there as well.

She can either be a scientist, or an outside hire for the project. If you want her to have a power, she has to have given birth to a child. The person who previously played her gave her a young son, but that isn't necessary unless you want her to.

We'd all LOVE to see her in game. Comment here for contact information for any of the characters players.

OPENS APRIL 29TH
PREMISE RULES SUPERNATURALS CAST HOLDS
WANTED APPLICATION

Two days ago this was an empty lot, an abandoned field near the edge of town. Then the trucks rolled in, big semis huffing clouds of noxious fumes, and able-bodied men jumped out to set stakes in the ground, run string to mark off areas. The townspeople whispered excitedly as the posters and flyers arrived around town, posted on telephone poles and bulletin boards, stacks of them on the counters in shops. The Dark Carnival was in town. The tents aren't the gay red and white stripes of the carnivals of yesteryear; these are black and gray, burgundy and purple, dark jewel tones lit from within by lanterns and candles and blacklights. Torches burn at the entrance and a sign warns all who enter that they are lost. The Ferris Wheel is a hulking beast against the sky; carnies walk among the crowd dressed in leather jackets embroidered like a skeleton's infrastructure, weaving expertly between the marks. Barkers call to passersby, luring them in for the sights and sounds. Canvas banners ripple in the wind, which carries with it the scent of food cooking, the hot smell of machinery and oil. There are cries of laughter and delighted squeals coming from the funhouse, the freak tent, the thrill rides. People walk out of the psychic's tent looking a little uneasy, laughing it off as hokum even as their skin crawls. And some of those shrieks from the funhouse... well, they sound a little too sincere, don't they? This is the Dark Carnival.