PLAYER INFO:
Name: Chairman
Preferred pronoun: She/her
Preferred means of contact: girlomnipresent@gmail.com, tumblr: entropic-chairman
Any other characters currently in-game? No

CHARACTER INFO
Name: Erik Dessler (aka Phantom of the Opera)
Gender: Male
Source: Phantom of the Opera, AU mix of the book, Phantom by Susan Kay, and musical
Canon point: Trying to compose music without any interruptions; torture chamber finished.
Age: ?? (in mid twenties)
Colour: #2E2E2E
Chumhandle: nightstalkerTriumphant

History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phantom_of_the_opera
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phantom_(novel)
Erik lives in the house in described in Leroux’s work, and has the history of Kay’s Phantom, except for the fact that he was immediately sent to the Mazanderan court after escaping from the circus, at age 12. He escaped when he was 17, where his refusal to build a palace angered the sultan. He flees to Paris where the Opera House was just being finished, and messes with the designs to create a comfortable living space for himself. Also, he has a cat, Ayesha. He has a large network of mostly-blackmailed/hypnotized compatriots who bring his most of the necessities for living.
Personality: Erik has problems communicating with others due to his years in isolation and personal hell, as well as crippling self-hatred of his face. He also has abandonment issues and does not make friends well. He likes to be alone, but will grudgingly work with people if he must, most of the time because he still has some naïve hope that he will be needed, but enough of a cynic to know that the likelihood of that happening is very slim. If he becomes attached to someone, he is insanely loyal to him or her, even going as far as murder to help him or her succeed. (this trait has not occurred yet, as he has not met Christine…yet?) Due to the abuses of his mother he also has a mother complex, and both seeks for a mother figure while at the same time repelling female contact as his past experiences with women ended badly. When speaking with him, he is very polite albeit cold, unless he gets angry in which case he is very prone to swearing profusely in French and threatening to kill/maim/destroy something. He is very erudite, and prides himself in his knowledge. He can be a diva when his “genius” is questioned, and due to his relative inexperience much of his work, be it architectural or musical, is incomprehensible gibberish to everyone but himself. To amateurs he is very condescending and sarcastic, as he believes that he is the final authority on all art. He is still trying to find the happy medium between an operatic monster and a gentleman, so he often switches between behaving formally to going batshit insane. After one of those episodes, he usually secludes himself and spends a few weeks at a time a melancholy mess. He is somewhat aware that his personality is off-putting, so in chatlogs he tries to be as polite, if passive aggressive, as possible in order to avoid losing his temper.
Abilities & physical limitations: He is a skilled ventriloquist, architect and musician, and also dabbles in the sciences as well. He is very creative, especially when devising ways to kill/maim someone. However, the same doubles as his faults as he cannot reconcile himself with the rest of humanity, even without his deformity.
Appearance: Erik is relatively tall, skeletal thin and has a horribly deformed face which resembles that of a skull. To make up for this he always dresses very nicely, in a cloak if he can. His everyday wear is made of a vest and dress pants. He also always wears gloves, and attempts to cover up as much of himself as possible.
Notable AU differences from canon, if applicable: He was never apprenticed as a mason, and is notably (30 years) younger than the actual Phantom. He has also never met nor loved Christine.

Strife Specibus: Lassokind, mostly uses the Punjab lasso, Musickind used as a long-range multi-kill weapon that can prompt people to suicide/mind control, but can only be used against those who can listen and think.
Prototyping: Monkey music box (pre-entry), a music box in the shape of a barrel organ, with an attached figurine of a monkey dressed in Persian robes
Title: Ghost of Doom
In-game abilities: The Ghost class is a passive class that specializes in prolonging and concealing an aspect. Therefore as the Ghost of Doom he can either hide himself from misfortune or let others be haunted by it. Reaching god-tier results in becoming a near-invisible presence that spreads doom out like a miasma.
Planet: Land of Song and Angels, a ghostly, monochrome world where eerie tunes play from out of nowhere. Angels flit across the sky, in an almost taunting manner, and occasionally flit too close for comfort. Red roses bloom on the ground, the only color in the landscape. Colossal protrusions of bone jut out intermittently, so that from the sky it resembles a giant ribcage. When someone engages in combat the voices grow louder, almost to a deafening level.
The consorts are monkeys, many of whom play various musical instruments and can be very irritating to deal with.
The denizen is Apollo, who is hard to see but usually makes his presence known through a chilling yet mesmerizing voice and beams of bright light.

RP sample:
Out in the shadows and niches in the Opera Garnier he stalked like a cat, careful to not let his own shadow betray his location. This part was easy, as exiting a theatre often is. The hard part was getting back in.
Out in the night air Erik Dessler took a deep breath, the cold winter air coursing through his lungs like a strong tonic. He looked up and tried to find a familiar constellation, faded though they were in the urban lighting. He saw none that he recognized, and made his way to the grocer’s house. There was but one light in the downstairs parlor; the grocer was expecting him.
At a knock the door opened. A surly man with a large mustache gruffly opened the door. “Ah, it’s you.”
“Yes, it’s me,” you reply, making your voice appear behind him. The trick does not impress him, as he goes inside to grab the usual produce he gives you every week. You reach inside your pocket and count the correct money.
“There’s a coupla bags of the tea you wanted in there,” the grocer said, handing Erik a large satchel of food. Erik handed him the money, which he promptly counted. “Still can’t figure out where you get this. Or what’s behind that mask.”
“Better you never know,” Erik replied, and walked away. Being around that man made him feel thoroughly repulsed. Which, granted, was a mutually shared sentiment. He was very lucky to find the grocer, as without him obtaining food would be more difficult than it was now. Erik had caught the fat pig with a whore down in the red-light district, and blackmailed him into this business arrangement.
He was extra careful in going back in, his journey encumbered by the food. All of a sudden he heard footsteps backstage, and held his breath. It turned out to be the ratcatcher making his nightly rounds. Erik slowly released the air in his lungs and unlatched the trapdoor which led to the underground lake.
After a considerable journey he finally reached his house again. He opened the door and placed the satchel on a table nearby. Collapsing on a chair, he greeted Ayesha, who purred in response.
“I’m home,” he whispered.