Alicia Brewer's Anonymous [Deliria or d20 Modern]

Pindo

First Post
Hello. I am new here, if you couldn't tell. Anyway, I had attempted to gather interest in a Deliria game (or d20 Modern, if no one has heard of or cares for the Deliria system) on another website, but since it involved practically NO killing, no one proved very interested in the game. I did get one person telling me that the game would likely draw much more interest over here.

Deliria is a system that lends itself more to free-form RP, but rather that you are telling a fairy tale about your character, a fairy tale set in the modern age. You start out as an every day human, but as the weirdness sets in, you start getting odd little powers here and there, or you may start learning a magical system. For all intents and purposes, you're a "Joe Schmoe", a social security number, an occupant of a point in space, but eventually, you go beyond that...

Anyway, here's the premise I set up for the game:


A few people remember the pictures in the news from thirty... maybe forty years ago. No one remembers when, but it was a time when people were starting to express interest in "Free Love" and all that questioning authority nonsense.
A young girl named Alicia Brewer lived back then. She was five, or six... regardless, she was still very new to this planet. Blond hair, blue eyes, and rosey cheeks. She lived with the model family with a mother and father who loved each other very much. They lived in a quaint, one-story house in the suburbs, the kind with the impeccably clean sidewalks, mowed lawns, and golden retriever puppies running around.

She was the first to have the Disease.

Alicia's parents died in a car accident. They say the disease starts with a tragedy like that. She was quickly shunted off to an orphanage where everyone agreed she would be adopted into a loving family quickly. After all, she was the perfect child.

But she never was adopted.

Alicia began introducing her to imaginary friends. Not just any friends, but friends with complete biographical histories. It all seemed innocent at first, but she began getting more and more demanding that people address them properly. She would rearrange her furniture and blame it on her friends. She would leave food all over the place for her friends. Attempts to break her of her friends never worked. Alicia would warn about their anger, but people would scoff. Then, when the orphanage matron tried to beat Alicia of the friends habits... She was found the next day in her bed, stabbed 101 times with what people thought was a broadsword. No evidence was ever found.

And her madness grew worse.

Alicia would claim to have tea parties with unicorns and fairy queens in the dining hall of the orphanage. These little affairs would grow more and more disturbing to the other children. So, they sent Alicia to a mental hospital. They tried everything, from surgery to electroshock therapy to medicine. Nothing worked. The degeneration on her brain was permanent, at that point. She began claiming that one day "they" will come back and change the world forever. She then began to build a little fort of construction paper in her room. When the last piece of paper was pasted into place... she disappeared.

Or so the rumor goes.

She's probably still in that hospital, living in her little fort decades later. Soon after the story of her illness was made public, parents would come forward, afraid their children would be soon as lost as Alicia Brewer. Scientists and Psychologists came together and indeed proved it was a mental disease, a degeneration of the brain. It starts with a tragedy, followed by hallucinations of mythical creatures. It can affect people at any age, but children were the most common. Luckily, these same scientists and psychologists found that with early diagnosis, medicine, and group therapy, the disease can be reversed, and people have made a full recovery. They've been successful for 20 years that no one thinks about Alicia Brewer's Disease anymore. It's not even worthy to print in the paper.

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Welcome to St. Prudence, a quaint modern suburb a few miles outside Atlanta, a modern city with all the amenities... a city where a person from anywhere in the world can get lost in the crowds and never be more than just a face...
At St. Prudence Community College, downtown, the student center is open late Thursday nights for the Alicia Brewer's anonymous group. It's made up of people from all walks of life, from the poorest teenager to well-to-dos in mansions. Dr. Uriah Gardner volunteers his time to help the unfortunates, letting them tell their stories and giving aid where needed. Your doctor probably recommended you to come here...

So... why are you here?

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Anyone interested?
 
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I have never heard of the system, I don't play D&D Modern (I prefer other systems) but I like the concept you have laid out. I would be interested, if you are willing to accept a n00b into your midst.
 

Yes. Yes I would. It's mostly about the RP. The system is something to use if you really, really need it. There will be no real "violence" in this game. Just warning. No, it's not candy-coated, it's just that it's madness...
 

How many people are you looking to recruit? What are you going to need from us? I am assuming that you want us to outline a background, are there any guidelines you want us to adhere to? (such as, must have had tragedy in ones life, must have seen odd things etc.)

If you are comfortable with the idea, once I get some general idea what you want, I could write a background (I kind of have one in the back of my head already) and you could stat it out in Deliria if that would work.
 

It's pretty free-form and open, so I could handle a few players, if they're willing, but let's shoot for, say 6 players.

As far as characters, I don't need any sheets or anything like that. I'm trying to find a character creation for Deliria. No such luck, so I guess I'll have to type one up.

In the meantime, all you need to do is -think- about your character. Who is he or she? What do they do? What's their life like? Pathetic? Interesting? Those kinds of questions. Remember... you're -normal-... for the most part....
 

Here is a thumbnail (forgive me if I am incoherent, I need to sleep):

Jake, they called him Jake, he really had no clue why, but he didn’t mind, so it stuck. His name before he went into the “system” was Hernando Ramerez, but now he was Jake.

Seventeen years old, it sometimes seemed that he had been Jake forever, that Jake the poet, the artist was all he was. It didn’t take long for him to remember that Hernando is still there, all he had to do is sleep. Sleep and dream.

His dreams always started they way it actually started, his mother rushing into their small apartment, grabbing him back the hand and shoving him under the counter. Making him promise his man’s promise that he would not make a sound.

He hadn’t until the police had found him there. Detective Merren still came around every once in a while, which was very kind of him, but Jake was pretty sure he knew that Jake was alone and nothing he could do or say could reach him. Still it was nice that he tried.

He wrote poetry, he sketched and painted. He seemed to have the knack for it. He had won contests, his poetry had been published, his art had even sold. People talked though, they thought he couldn’t hear, couldn’t feel the weight of their eyes upon him.

He was “that” boy, the one who had witnessed his mother’s brutal rape and murder. It all seemed to make sense that he was the tortured artist, it gave his work an edge even if his subject matter didn’t always match their picture of they envisioned coming from a artist struggling with his inner demons. Fantastic creatures in modern settings did not seem to say “art” to most of the patrons.

Then the new councilor came. She was young and enthusiastic and took a particular interest in him. He saw his file when she stepped out, things like “Socialized poorly” and “Loner” seemed to stand out and she plagued him with questions about his happiness and his friends.

Foolishly, he told her the truth, he had no friends, no enemies either, the only thing he had was his art. So she poked and prodded him, tested his IQ, made him look at ink blots, kept him doing stupid things, until she really got into her job.

A straight “A” student who didn’t cause trouble was ultimately something that she could not afford to delve too deeply in, when others at the group home were trying to kill each other or where hooked on drugs. That was until the “Queen of Air and Darkness.”

It had started as something to sell, something dark that would appeal to those looking for the tortured soul piece. He was trying to raise capital to buy a car for college, but it took on a life of it’s own. When it was done, it was very, very good. It was a picture of a beautiful woman, but somehow it was disturbing, a level of dark menace seemed to come off of it. It sold extremely well and also got the attention of the young, and perhaps not so enthusiastic councilor.

She was too swamped to properly diagnose him, so she sent him to Dr. Uriah Gardner and his group in hopes that it would help.
 

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