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Rain pours down and lightning flashes through the sky as a nerdy teenage boy pushes open a wire gate to a dark trail, surrounded by trees. He held his books close to his chest, glancing around for danger. The boy hears footsteps behind him and spins around, but sees nothing but darkness. Turning around again, he bumps into three tall teenagers staring down at the nerdy boy. They throw him to the ground, and throw his backpack and books across the wet grass. The boy wails for them to stop, but they don’t listen. They kick him over and over, until one of them pulls him up by the shirt. He felt blood dripping down his face as he was thrown back towards the fence. His body was filled with fear, but rage as well, and as he wiped the blood off of his face, he noticed his hand was covered in a thick layer of hair. The boy glanced up at the sky and the full moon was caught in his gaze, and he let out a loud howl.

Credits: vannahfoxx

As a young child, the Witch was used to being bullied. Everywhere she went, she was made fun of. Whether it was her abnormally large nose, her off-shade green skin, or just the fact that she carried a broom around wherever she went. The town had completely shunned her. She was banished to the far forests, left to her own devices..and her own magic. Throughout years of being completely alone, she had studied magic day and night, and, with the help of her black cat as a lab rat of sorts, she had learned to make people do whatever she pleased! With her newfound talent, she moved back into the town, taking up home under the guise of a regular townsperson. The Witch vowed to take revenge on everyone that had ever bullied her. That meant working with those who some may consider evil. To her, they were just allies…allies in the war on taking down the Town of Salem.

Credits: justlyra

A scarring past is how the jester became to be, born in the town of Salem. Once the jester became an adult, the jester was sent away from being conscripted as a soldier to fight in a bloody war. After years in the battlefield, the sight of his fellow soldiers dying, and along with the war experience had left him paranoid. The jester’s paranoia never went away and remained with him for years after when he was sent back to his hometown, Salem. Everyday, the jester experienced his traumatic memories of the battlefield, and twisted envisions that everyone in town is out to kill him. The memories of the traumatic experience and the fear that comes with it, makes it hard for the jester to bear to live, and would rather accept to be killed and be liberated from himself, than to live with his paranoia, making him become a target wanting to be lynched.

Credits: Tealer

At the graveyard past the meadows of Salem, amidst the broken gravestones and drooping willow trees, a man strolls along a path every day. Nobody knows him or whatever he came here for, and he knows nobody— not even himself. Past the narrow path, he looks down to each crumbling slab of rock, at the worn names and chiselled last words from people whose faces he’s never known. His clothes are ragged as his memories are shattered, and sometimes he imagines himself lying in the graveyard, under a different face, under a different name that wasn’t written on him. And one night, under the round moon, he stumbles over one fresh gravestone that wasn’t there the night before. Sifting aside the dirt, he reads a name and smiles at a jolt across his mind. He knows where he left off, and it’s time for him to get back down to business.

Credits: Alzar

As a small time attorney the Lawyer specialized in writing wills for his clients. But as his gambling debts grew he required more money than he could legally make. And thus he began to alter his deceased client's wills to have a portion of their wealth distribute to various charity. These "charities" were just part of a shell game that increases the Lawyer's bank account. No one noticed until the Consigliere's father passed away, who just so happened to be a client of the Lawyer's. Due to his high levels of intelligence and his ability to read people he saw through the scheme. Furious at trickery displayed by the Lawyer, the Consigliere demanded he be killed. But the Godfather looked at this with a level head and saw a plethora of potential. One phone call from the Godfather, and the Lawyer became the Forger.

Credits: InsaneSmile

Obey. That was the only word he understood. Though he may seem like your average everyday townie, the story behind his grin is a grim, horrible and ghastly tale. That man is only known as The Mafioso. He dreams of only one thing; a brighter future for his whole family. Especially for his beloved Godfather. Just to achieve that dream, he will murder anyone his godfather wishes. Whether it be the mayor that once stood in the godfather's way, an investigator who tracked down the arsonist or even a werewolf who killed the survivor that promised to stand by his side... He just doesn't care. So long as anyone who opposes him is dead, or submitting or the mafia. But.... What if the Godfather was killed? Well... Lets just say there is a replacement there already waiting.

Credits: KittyKnight

There once was a girl who liked to play pretend. Everyday she got out her dolls, the fake teacups, and the imaginary friends. No one thinks twice when a little girl plays pretend. It was only a matter of time before the mafia found her. She became the disguiser, anyone who the town trusts is killed, their place taken by her. Now the girl gets out her make up and latex, morphing her face until it is a perfect replica of who the mafia killed the same night. Then, she takes her place among the town taking the victim's name and talking for the benefit of the mafia. With the trust of the town placed on her, it's too easy manipulating the town to do as the mafia pleases now. The citizens were never expecting a disguiser to take their place, and when they find out of the trick that was played, the disguiser has already found a new skin to talk in.

Credits: Konekoa97