Dear L.S.:
My official name [RP name] is...: Avery Winters
My Online Identities [Steam Name & Discord Name] are...: DLEtna#1630
My Library Card Signature [SteamID] is...: STEAM_0:0:87998391
The time I have spent inside of the Library [Playtime] is...: 3w 2d 12h
(Arc Story for the Character “Avery Winters”)
My story about finding the Library & The Serpent's Hand starts with…:
Myself, sitting in the Wanderers Library in a self-imposed imprisonment for when I fear leaving the confines of this library would result in my death. My former station in life was a Researcher of the SCP Foundation. I wasn’t greeted kindly when I arrived as I held myself with bloodied arms donning a Foundation Lab Coat.
My story isn’t a intriguing nor unique tale. As there is a long line of turncoats from the Foundation such as Ms Claire Pierce. I’m sure that you're familiar with the concept of Whistleblowing? Albeit it was not done out of the most noble intentions, merely that my hand was forced by the actions of others.
I stand before you as a member of the Internal Security Department. An agent whom kept the Foundation turning despite the price. Most men have their limits. For me, it was when my employer had stolen my identity. My name.
(OOC Note: Do note that i intend to follow server ruling on uniforms despite backstory)
I know a lot about The Serpent's Hand such as...:
Whom you dub as the “Jailors” which is quite a fitting name. This is what I've pulled from the passing visitors of this library within the first minutes of my arrival.
This also explains these mysterious markings I've found across my travels. One of your cohorts dropped this by the way. Although considering the nature of your group I don’t think this is too sensitive to end up in my hands.
From merely asking a passby, The Serpent’s Hand is merely a collective from my view. People with aligning ideologies, which is that the supernatural should not be repressed which is the direct opposite to the Foundation's mission statement.
Initially I thought you held ownership over the Wanderer's Library however I was informed that you rediscovered the library recently in 1967 which is remarkably recent. The library is a wonder within itself. This is also where I was informed about “ways” and that the nature of “ways” means that your collective are mere users of Wanderer’s Library like others which explained the previous point.
I inquired about leadership but got mixed responses. No clear leadership implies this collective is somewhat akin to the Chaos Insurgency. I also heard about criteria which is ”a willingness to consider oneself a member of the Hand”. Sounds nonsense to me. If i was to proclaim myself a member of this collective and boldly shout this out. Would passersby take me seriously?
I round off my answer addressing the person I pen this letter towards. I’ve heard a great deal about you. A person that wishes to achieve the ideals envisioned by the collective with a direct approach. I think true membership is attained through action and will.
I would describe myself as...:
Shrewd and somewhat suspicious of others. I believe I could be akin to the King of Wei “Cao Cao”. I do believe in the famous quote that “I would rather betray the world, than let the world betray me”.
But wouldn’t that be foolish to openly admit that to others? I should’ve instead claimed that I was akin to Liu Bei. Compassionate, honorful and duty bound. They are rare in supply.
Yes.. I've been reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms in order to pass the time. It’s quite riveting. Specifically the ending..
I end my answer stating that I'm merely an actor. Molding and fitting the part when required. Whatever it takes to keep me going. It’s how the Three Kingdoms became one. For no-one saw Sima Yi coming for he concealed his true power from others.
For no-one sees a hidden dragon approaching. A man that i aspire to be.
My intentions when I joined The Serpent's Hand was...:
Out of mere self-preservation and for mere privilege of maintaining an acceptable living standard than begging from the visitors of the library. I sit here thinking that I would become akin to what Julian Assange was for when he was confined to that Ecuadorian embassy.
It’s easy to subscribe to a set of ideals. To wave and march under a flag created by others. But it takes a true man to admit what lurks within his heart. To make a stance and yell it from the rooftops.
I make a plea to you that you would permit me to carve out my own path in life free from the will of others. As do you wish to remake the world in your ideals. One that is free from suppression and tyranny. As our goals align I believe my statement rings truer than the words of others.
Dear L.S.:
I would say that I am surprised to receive the prestige of this very letter. Perhaps you already knew. Regardless, that does not matter at the moment. It is a pleasure to converse in this manner with yourself and if you're not a singular entity, my greetings. Not many take to sending physical copies via pen and paper to acquaintances anymore, do they?
My official name [RP name] is...: Lord Samuel Alexander Craig, ruler of Craigsville, slayer of monsters and taker of souls. Fellow acquaintances and those with acceptable attention spans recall that I prefer to be called simply as, Sam. Excuse me; the crossed out title is simply self-given. It sounds egocentric, I know, but what's the harm it giving a little bit of fun in things, correct?
But if you must know, I was once indeed elected leader of a rural village of peasants simply for, well, 'elevating their poor conditions', if you could call it that by blessing them with 'holy water'. Want to know the secret? Well, i'm going to tell you anyways; I threw a can of coke (the contents) at a degraded statue of a monster that the locals believed to be plaguing the land and for whatever reason, causing them all to fall miserably to the ground and prostate in front of said statue.
After the rather embarrassing events of witnessing all of these locals bow before an inanimate object, I took it upon myself to see if I could snap them out of their simply idiotic mindset. Summed up, they handed me all of their worldly possessions!.. well, no, not really. I got to keep a shiny rock and a patchwork crown that doesn't even sit properly atop my head. Moving on. As for the monster slaying and taking of souls? I deserved it! I helped a mass of people in their times of need!
My Online Identities [Steam Name & Discord Name] are...: Sir Rose & Carson Smith / Sir Rose#9820
My Library Card Signature [SteamID] is...: STEAM_0:0:43258039
The time I have spent inside of the Library [Playtime] is...: Two weeks, two days and three hours.
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My intentions when I joined The Serpent's Hand was...: simply to join an entourage involved in the exploitation of those whom would shroud the world in the mundane. Once upon a time ago I was a conspiracy theorist working independently in the great country known as the United States of America. I did, though, stumble upon something that others would consider unnatural and no, it isn't the Dark Side bull crap that those Star Wars films make it out to be, but something that the shadowy organisations behind closed doors and high up in their government complexes call Anomalies!
To describe said anomaly, it was a book that gave paper cuts. No, really. It gave paper cuts every time a page was opened and a word read aloud. Fearing for my life due to excessive blood loss, I dropped the book splattered with my blood, and here's the most interesting part; the words began moving. They popped out of the book and just started roaming around, leaving crimson red footsteps before reducing themselves to dust.
So you see, I began thinking, and when I think, ideas begin to form. I did not believe for one second after that moment that this world was as it should; it was too mundane. You know those crappy ass alien pictures those other theorists procure? Those ones are fake. What I had was something concrete and real. I stored the book in my personal collection of oddities as one of what would be many, hoping to share what I had with the world so that we could co-exist with these anomalies. I knew I was ready to discover and share this knowledge among others things.
I distrusted my colleagues, however. Friends, rather, in terms of waiting for the right moment to reveal the collection I had begun amassing to the world. To explain it further; I had hired workers via the stone I partly sold, (turns out it was some rare mineral of sorts. Who would've known!), search and excavate areas which detailed 'rare artifacts' from suburban areas with local folklore and the whatnot. The more I uncovered, the more wary I become of these anomalies. It made me mature; I began understanding as to why these organisations would rather keep them secret; the world was not ready for it. Yet. And so, I began my search for someone who would understand; someone who would finally be able to accept what I had to offer, my ideas, thoughts, my collection, with the world in a sense that made people come together, and not push them away from each other.
I began uncovering secrets that would get me killed. Probably. Yes, killed is the right word; there was this Foundation that worked to hoard and shroud anomalies for their own use.. another which deemed them to dangerous and outright destroyed them. There was one that wished to rebuild a God from machine parts (as crazy as it sounded to me) and another that called themselves the Chaos Insurgency. I mean, what was with that, right? They literally call themselves 'Chaos!'. Anywho, revealing my knowledge to any of these individual organisations would probably mean the confiscation of my collection and my summary death. I knew to much, that was for sure; I was smart enough to know that.
It was at this time that a singular name began flowing in the corners of my vision, just out of earshot, just within sight. The Serpent's Hand'. I seeked knowledge, protection, the freedom to do as I please (for the most part), and to have the world accept anomalies for what they were.
I know a lot about The Serpent's Hand such as...: your fabled Wanderer's Library. Apologies, I meant the Serpent's Hand's, fabled Wanderer's Library; a place in which every book exists; books that would, have been, and never have been written. I am something of a bookworm myself, but this is something far beyond my understanding. Their formality is appreciated, as a Library is expected to be with the need of returning books undamaged and having the knowledge free for all those who express interest in it. Perhaps i'll be able to jot down the correct word without having to cross it out after a few hundred books or so.
It is said that the Wanderer's Library is limitless and after the things that I have seen and the oddities that I had collected, I am somewhat inclined to agree with that thought. Aside from that, it is mentioned in most scriptures of the Library that there are access points to other 'worlds', as they call it via a method of travel called a 'Way', a door, if you will. An extremely intriguing venture if I do say so myself. Something I would like to mention is how dangerous the Library can be to those that seek to go against it's rules or residents, that being the Librarians, Archivists and Pagers. Quite the characters those things are. Funny thing; as inhumane as they look, they were once like you and I. The Library Card's that are acquired are by no means normal. If you get one, it is what is considered as your True Name, whatever that means. I apologize for my rather informal, stream of consciousness-like wording, here, but I do believe it is a representation of an individuals soul.
I suppose I could note down as to what The Serpent's Hand's grand design is. I would know, it's something similar to my own ideology in a way, even if most are more barbaric or mundane in their methods. The Hand desires to repress that which suppresses the anomalous and otherwise unnatural from being seen and used in the world as we know it. I also know that The Serpent's Hand was responsible for a number of security breaches concerning the SCP Foundation and tends to recruit from all walks of life. The freedom they adhere too is impressive; who could say no?
I would describe myself as...: Sane as a bird, eccentric as Einstein. Ok, I admit; that was not very clever of me. Point is, I am a seeker, a finder, a taker of knowledge, and one whom shares with those whom deserve it. I'm not a picky person either; I did have pineapples on pizza at some stage. It takes a brave soul to pull that off.
My story about finding the Library & The Serpent's Hand starts with... an old yet functional toilet, sometime after I had begun amassing my collection of various artifacts of power and intrigue. I had heard stories from one of my employees in Texas that certain individuals within a bar's bathroom were periodically disappearing from time to time at a specific time of day. Not wanting to pass the opportunity up at potentially soiling my clothes in, well, feces.
I had setup a rather obscure monitoring station equipped with sound recording and video equipment, built to track any changes in the behaviors of the tenets and patrons of the bar. After much patience, my equipment began noticing something strange; the bar had one individual less, one less than the original amount. There was no possibility that anyone could of escaped via any other means; there was only one entrance. I made my move towards the bar.
Once I arrived at the toilet.. it did not appear out of the ordinary. Just a toilet. Apparently it was out of order too, so it couldn't function in the first place. In the name of uncovering that which should be uncovered and for my own personal gain, I did what had to be done. I sat down, pulled my pants down, and took a shit... and that was that. The shit was done, I reached for the handle, and that's when it happened - I was somewhere else; a place filled with books, walls that were as high as sky scrapers and with creatures of varying designs and horrifying makeup. All with my pants down. Suffice to say I was appropriately horrified by my inappropriate appearance, especially since three rather mundane individuals were staring at me with their brows raised high and eyes filled with scrutiny at my otherwise exposed position.
They didn't say anything, though, much to my relief. They simply walked away in a collective direction. Dazed as I was, I followed them. Several minutes of walking had me wide eyed at the vast collection of books surrounding me; I must have looked like a lost puppy. The three individuals said nothing as they suddenly stopped and turned to face a lamp, a desk and a chair. Each of them procured a blank piece of paper, a red apple and a knife. I was intrigued; their coordination was immaculate and almost frightening. They proceeded to cut straight down the middle of the apple, thereafter proceeding to place the halves of each apple underneath the lamp. Each of them took a seed, placed it in their mouths and swallowed.
They stopped, briefly, looking towards me. One of them, a female Caucasian of unimportant features procured another apple, a piece of paper and a knife, before turning back to their duties. I was astonished; perhaps they wanted me to do as they did?
The three turned their attention back towards the items in front of them. The paper's began wrapping themselves around the cut apples, extremely cleanly if I must say so myself. They placed their hands on the now paper apple slices and, well, they were no longer there, including the items they used, but not the ones they had left for me. I felt sick; it was probably the sudden location change and overwhelming amount of alien-like monstrosities in the area, but I knew what I needed to do. Quickly, I repeated their actions, taking care to be as immaculate as them. Once I swallowed the seed, I was sitting in a chair, surrounded by people, all staring at me. The female was also there, closest to me.
She said only one thing.
"We are The Serpents Hand."
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The Serpent’s Hand
"The Serpent's Hand is sort of the yin to the Coalition's yang. The Hand is a movement springing from opposition to the Coalition's whole… Big Brother thing. And to the idea of containing or suppressing the anomalous community.
They're the radical activists of the anomalous community… but also the ordinary people who don't take to their equivalent of Big Government. The Hand takes all types, anyone who wants to join. So there's a lot of decent folk and a lot of death cultists, too. There's heavy overlap between the Hand and the fringe communities, obviously, plus movements, like religious cults — or the occasional full-blown religion, like the Church of the Broken God — and anartist groups."
Welcome Letter
“We're in a side area. You know, for other stuff. Relaxing and sleeping and, you know, stuff. The actual books are in a different area.”
Wanderers’ Library Information
Wanderers’ Library Orientation
"The Serpent's Hand does want to change the world. And to some extent, though you won't hear most of us in the Foundation admit this, they've succeeded."
YOU MUST INCLUDE YOUR STEAMID:
STEAM_0:1:206868420
STEAM NAME:
Shadow
Amount of Warns and the reason why they were given:
None
In game level:
50
Playtime:
2w 6d 10h
Um sorry but you made a nice application but you need to get used to new V6 cersion of the server and play Site administiration so that you can have a positive rep and show that you are worthy because since you were gone we cannot tell if you are good or not but I will give an +1 to this Good luck
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