Board Thread:Role Ideas (Neutral)/@comment-27835295-20180925152900

Taxidermist

Alignment: Neutral/Killing

Attack: Basic

Defense: Basic

Unique Role: No

Priority: 5

Abilities: Set someone on display each night, or restock your supplies.

Attributes: Your targets appear to still be alive.

If you fail to kill for any reason during a night. all your victims will be revealed.

Mechanics: You use your needles to attack targets.

If you successfully kill your target, they will still appear to be alive.

If you are attacked, the target is attacked, you fail to kill for one night, or you are lynched, your targets will be revealed as dead.

If a stuffed person leaves, they will die the next night, and it will be revealed they were stuffed.

You start the game with 3 needles.

You can select yourself to reset you needle count to 3.

When you do not have needles, you are immune to detection.

Death Message: (Player Name) was stuffed by a Taxidermist.

-Investigative Results-

Sheriff: With Needles: Taxidermist ; ​Without Needles: Not Suspicious

Investigator:  Medium, Janitor, Retributionist, Necromancer, Taxidermist, or Trapper.

Consigliere/Witch: Your target holds thread and needle in hand. They must be a Taxidermist!

Goal: Kill all the oppose you.

Story: Seamere was a peculiar child. He wasn't like all the other boys. While they were out and about, playing tag and running outside, Seamere kept to himself and his dolls. He hated the outdoors. Even if he was forced outside, all he would do is play with his dolls.

Of course, this lead to ridicule, from not only peers, but from his father. But Seamere didn't care. He rarely spoke, and even when words came out of his mouth, they were only to himself. The doctors couldn't understand it. Everyone just thought he was dumb. But he didn't care, because he had his dolls.

Dolls didn't make fun of you, or get drunk and beat you, or do anything to hurt you. They didn't change. They were safe.

Growing up, Seamere continued to act strangely. He decided to become a tailor, to his father's dismay. He spent his days in his parlor, seaming suits and dresses or reading. His mother died one day, sickness. Her body went missing, but Seamere didn't care. He just kept to himself. His father left town soon after.

One night, there was a knock on the door. Seamere opened it, and on the other side was a man unrecognizable. But then Seamere saw his eyes. It was his father.

The man wobbled back and forth, and began to yell and scream at Seamere. It was Seamere's fault his mom died, Seamere's fault he didn't have a legacy. He stood above the tailor and pulled out a knife.

Seamere ran.

Up the stairs, he fled, and his father chased after him. Seamere was left cornered, surrounded by nothing but railing and a wall. His father took a swig, and attacked with his knife...

However, he missed. And in his drunken stupor, he fell over the railings. He landed onto the carpet below, attempting to grab back onto the rails. His knife fell out of his hands, and onto his throat.

Seamere cleaned his parlor up, and took his father's body into a room. He then began to get to work. Once he was finished, he put his father into a closet, along side his mother. He was now stuffed, a doll, who would never die or change or feel or cause pain.

Seamere is a peculiar man. 