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nyana
nyana
Posts: 10

10/29/2018
Drawing I made of my main character, Lacri, a looong time ago! Back when I first started playing, a year ago smile




Demeanor: Soft-spoken and sweet. Which heavily contrast with her occultist side and very... ah, peculiar company and interests. She's still pretty friendly if loopy and is approachable.





edited by nyana on 11/7/2018

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The Ethereal Versifier ; Glasswoman & writer. Bohemian-alligned. Friendly and dreamy, known to many a devil or thug. Open for chess games, coffees, packages and loitering.

The Rambunctious Navigator (Bag a Legend) ; Monster-Hunter & cartographer. Ex-naval officer, always followed by two-fisted rats. Open for sparring, coffees, loitering and chess games.

The Lethargic Enforcer (Nemesis) ; Licentiate & ocassional undercover. Weary but dangerous, has a fondness for honey. Open for sparring, loitering, coffees and boxed cats.
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Eli-Lilly
Eli-Lilly
Posts: 14

11/6/2018
(New to this whole thing so I will probably talk too much about her, but feel free to send calling cards to her anytime!)


Eli-Lilly (last name unknown and would not like to share it, sometimes goes by the nickname Lili)
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 18

Height: Only slightly shorter than average
Build: Thin with almost no curves anywhere, looks almost malnourished, uses (gasp!) padding if she sees no other way to make the dresses fit so she may look more curvy sometimes

Skin color: Quite fair, but still shows hints of tan from happier days
Eye color: Ocean blue, almost always sparkling
Hair color: Blond

Hair style/quality: Long hair with a slight wave if left alone, in front of people she trust to a considerable degree Lili always leaves it hanging loose. If on the street you will either see a plait tucked to one side of the shoulder, in a tight bun or the latest style she agrees with. Will make a messy ponytail in fights finding it quite endearing and easy to move in


Usual clothing style: Has not yet found hers yet, but she is gravitating towards unobtrusive dresses with small details of color or flower-motifs. Slightly lower necklines than usual is a must, as she quickly has trouble breathing if someting is put around her throat. Has quite a fondness for trousers and will wear them around Watchmaker's Hill. Will almost always wear something green or blue


Usual demeanor: Kindhearted trough and through, she will often seem quite shy but if Lili sees someone in need she will go out of her way to help. Lili will often gladly talk to anyone, especially Urchins and do-gooders, she easely becomes exited on a topic and can talk for hours about anything that has caught her eye. She is also generous


Voice: Very sweet, has been descirbed as dripping honey, Lili can however change it very, very slightly at will, more motherly and soft or more sterner and reprimanding are her two favorites. Has quite a strong city-accent, but not Brittish

Other remarkable details:


Has an array of temporary hair colors for spying, but she never uses them. She was given them as a present from an old friend of her father.
Her father was a traitor to London and the empire and was banished to a country in the north, she has not taken a public stand on her fathers actions but currently belives that they were for the best.
Has a scandinavian mother and sometimes use foregin words, her blonde hair came from her father though
Wishes to create a orphanage to give the homeless children a place to stay, learn and give them love
Is very fond of most Urchins, finding them sweet and hoplessely adorable. They are warming up to her too
edited by Eli-Lilly on 2/9/2019

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All sincere and like-minded are welcome to my parlour
(will gladly help) (NO SMEN for me please!)
https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Eli-Lilly
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Nero Keller
Nero Keller
Posts: 44

11/20/2018
Nero Keller, Monster-Hunter and Archbishop of Canterbury

Gender: Female
Age: 30+, deliberately unspecified on her part
Race: "Human" (Monster-Hunter)
Height: 137cm (4'6")
Build: Lithe in all departments, though with surprisingly (or not) firm muscles all around.

Overall appearance: She is by all accounts a tiny woman, and before she gained prestige, it was common for her to be mistaken for an adolescent. A younger adolescent, at that. Her face however betrays that, with gaunted cheeks, dark eyebags, prominent laugh lines. Age displays on her face so well, it's almost picturesque. That being said, sometimes she mysteriously is seen without any of those flaws, and her features then appear so youthful she could be mistaken for her own relative, like a niece. If she is caught during these mysteriously youthful occasions (skin treatments, perhaps?), her expression inevitably turns dour and her attitude is guarded compared to usual. Otherwise, it's difficult if not unheard of to see her without a smile on her face. A soft one, that promises the gentleness of magnanimity. God help you if that grin becomes cheeky. It's never a good sign when that magnanimity is gone.

Skin color: Light-skinned, but with a noticeable tan compared to most Europeans in the Neath. How in the Neath she manages to maintain such a tan is anyone's guess.
Eye color: Peligin, plain and simple. There are rumours that her eyes have seen as yellow, or perhaps golden, but how could that be possible when a glance tells you they're peligin?
Hair color: Greyed to the point of off-white
Hair style: Short, messily combed, and trimmed around the ears and collar. Masculine, certainly, but in a charming rather than outlandish manner for a woman like herself. Very practical for a lady who wishes to go hunting in the morning and attend a meeting that evening, and doesn't have time to spend hours on fixing her hair.

Usual clothing style: She has two main outfits. One is, of course, her Archbishop cassock, with a dignified purple covering her from zucchetto to ankles. The other is her hunting attire (also her casual attire, because of some degree of impropriety): a hiking skirt and rough-wearing shirt, covered by a cloak of cured monster-skin. In either case, she has on boots thick enough to withstand a fierce bite. Reluctantly, she has decided to stop carrying her bone harpoon with her while in her cassock. She still carries it with her at all times outside of that. Naturally, she wears a cross necklace on her, different ones depending on the situation. While hunting, her necklace is closer to a metal collar, since she doesn't need it so loose that it bounces around while hunting.

Demeanor: No doubt that she's a kindhearted woman. That's not to say her behaviour is always kind. She may smile at you softly, rest a hand on your shoulder comfortingly, while at the same time not holding her opinions back that you're a complete sinner and are ruining your own life as well as those around you (YMMV on if she thinks that about you specifically). There's always a strange disconnect from how polite she appears to try to be, and how callous she may act in spite of that. She's easily stubborn to a fault, but she rarely goes looking for a confrontation. It's still something to be wary about if you decide to approach her with a problem. At the same time, while she attempts to be polite to everyone, there's an undeniable aura of superiority about her, as if she's constantly speaking to others as if they were children. "I have no pride in myself, but I have pride in my Lord and the blessings he creates through me. Perhaps you are lacking in faith if you mistake it for smugness," she would explain, her grin growing minutely wider.

Voice: Deep, soft, and throaty. Can be almost ASMR when she speaks at lower volumes, but the other problem is she has trouble being heard. Her inside voice is hard to hear over a crowd, and her outside voice is almost a shout. There's not much room between them, and she doesn't show interest in changing that. She has a noticeable German accent, but she's been speaking English long enough that it doesn't affect her understandability (besides French loanwords, which sound like a verbal blasphemy when she says them).

Other remarkable details:

She has many scars from hunting accidentals and calculated hunting successes, but almost all of them are along her arms, legs, and chest. It would be a strange day indeed for anyone besides perhaps a servant to see them.

She also partakes in sparring at Feducci's request, after seeing how she hunts. She has over a hundred sanguine ribbons, and seeing as how she doesn't have bandages like Feducci, she instead affixes all of them to her harpoon and its rope. She wears exactly two ribbons on her person for duels, one almost satirically tied in her hair ("The one from the first person I killed"), and one around her collar, hung down just enough to be in front of her heart ("The one from the first person to kill me"). The latter is actually from her own blood—when she killed them back in a later duel, she left them with their bout's ribbon while taking the ribbon with her blood instead.

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https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Archbishop%20Nero%20Keller - Nero Keller, Monster Hunter of a notoriously small stature and absurdly high Dangerous. Paramount Presence, Archbishop, highly Renowned, incredibly ascetic.
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Honeyaddict
Honeyaddict
Posts: 442

12/5/2018
Name: August [indistinguishable]
Gender: A gentleman
Height: 185 cm/6 feet 0.8 inch
Age: 26

Hair: A vivid brown colour, curly and voluminous, about 8 cm long ~ 3 inch curling at the ends, if it's wet it reaches his eyes flattened on his forehead and halfway down his neck.
Eye Colour:
*Originally: a bright blue iris with green accents near the pupil.
*Now: Slightly clouded eyes as if a Storm-cloud hangs before them. Or when there are no clouds an Apocyan with a hint of Viric near the pupil.
Skin Colour: A slightly tanned Caucasian hide.
Build: Broad shouldered with a bit of a connoisseur's belly. Overall still rather fit.

Usual Clothing Style: Most stylish or most scandalous! Often coming up with outrageous combination of clothes, a Set of Cosmogene Spectacles along with a Devilish Fedora whilst wearing a Forgotten-Shore Parabola Linen Suit, a Sumptuous Dandy's Outfit or one of his own Neathy Outfits. Around his fingers he wears a couple of rings, a Twelve-Carat Diamond ring around his left middle finger, around his left pinkie a Brass ring with a cross carved into it and around his right middle finger an antique ring worth killing for. Around his neck you can see a bit of gold, under his clothes he has tucked away a Golden Spiked Rosary, under his suit he wears a pair of fitting shoes. Depending on what he's wearing he wears stylish Dancing Slippers or a pair of sturdy Vakeskin boots, but regardless of what he wears his steps are silent as if careful not to wake the dead and his shoelaces always in a tidy mess. Sometimes when he walks around he'll have a small golden cross hanging from a red ribbon pinned to his right chest.

Demeanour: A magnanimous man that loves indulging in the pleasures of life should one give him the chance. Certainly is not afraid to use daring tactics to obtain what he needs, however he prefers to obtain what he needs through less direct methods, given the opportunity. He can be quite heartless when he doesn't feel like being Magnanimous but if he has given his word, he shall see it through no matter the cost and no matter the lengths he'll have to go through.
He loves being praised by others for any reason at all, and loves going to the Square of Lofty Words simply to yell his opinion at the top of his lungs and discuss with whomever comes forward to have a discussion with.

Voice: a deep, loud but gentle voice. It's a soothing voice that clearly has an accent that did not come from the Neath, it is from the Surface, but it is a waning accent, he has been down here for about 6 years now after all. Taking on a more generic London accent.

Other remarkable details:

* Entourage: Depending on how he feels he can be seen walking around without seemingly any entourage or some of the more unique ones. In the Flit when you look up you can always see at least one or two Urchins following this man, in Veilgarden he's often accompanied by a pair of moths, a Black dog with yellow eyes and what feels like four tigers, yet one cannot see them though their presence is felt. In Spite the Criminals steer clear of him as they notice him, as if pulled by strings by someone unseen.
Two of the more curious areas to meet this fellow are Watchmakers hill, where many beasts walk with him, a Monkey wielding a Spirifier's Fork, a flock of Ravens and Bats, with one of the bats being enormous in size, an Owl the size of a man, a bunch of Blemmigans and an ungodly amount of weasels. One can see him from afar by his hundreds of weasels. And Ladybones' road, where he is followed by a fair amount of cats that all seem to strut around as if they own the place, these cats are followed by other common street cats so they might just own the place indeed.

* Hoard: as a hoarder of the many secrets and items of the Neath August has amassed an incredible amount of items alongside with certain rarities amongst this. He has bought multiple houses across London simply to use them as storage for his massive troves.

* The Great Name Scandal: when August first came down here to the Neath it was to forget his past so he indulged in the Pleasures of Wine and Honey in amounts none would think possible, having gorged on so much of the Honey and having had quite a wild party unlike those ordinary Neath-goers could handle. Combined with no-one knowing his true name he gained the nickname of Honeyaddict, he liked it and had it stick to him, much like the Honey that stuck on his clothes which he had to burn.

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Honeyaddict, Scarlet Saint, Paramount Presence
pleasure to meet you.

Has some ideas the Masters won't approve of like some items and establishing a Colony in Parabola.

I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
Have some possibly still active codes!
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Sir Wensleydale of Hardwick
Sir Wensleydale of Hardwick
Posts: 186

12/21/2018
Name: Sir Wensleydale of Hardwick
Age: ~31
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Race: Caucasian
Build: Wensleydale is skinny, though not malnourished. His stubble is slowly growing into a full beard, which is not his taste.
Eyes: Deep Violant
Hair Color: Deep Blonde
Hair Style: Short-ish

Sir Wensleydale of Hardwick has a silken voice when he speaks. Key word being when, as he doesn't speak often, even when at Court or Port. He is from a British colony beyond Germany, and has committed petty theft there. His hidden motive for his ambition is the greatest practical joke of all time.

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Sir Wensleydale of Hardwick-A Legendary Charisma. Also shrouded, terrible, and focused.
Ambition: Light Fingers!
(TtH: ~6 PM Central Standard Time Mondays)

Mr Netae- SEEKING MR EATEN'S NAME

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Sir Wensleydale of Hardwick/Liam Moulton
A Self-Proclaimed Scholar of the Avid Horizon.
My first two studies involving the madness: "Candles at Christmas" and "One Need Not Go North".

Founder of the Grandmaster Club.

Always up for RP.
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Maxie Stark
Maxie Stark
Posts: 20

2/16/2019
Name: Lieutenant Maximilian "Maxie" Stark
Age: ~35
Gender: Male
Species: Human (at least in appearance. Some parts of skin on the left side of his face and upper body are described as having a somewhat... rubbery texture. Nobody knows for certain if either of his parents are involved with the Rubbery Men.)
Race: Korean/French
Build: Lithe yet muscular. Maxie has trained himself in the arts of thievery. One should watch him in the Flit!
Eyes: Emerald green
Hair Colour: Bright red
Hair Style: Shoulder-length and a bit messy.

Maxie has something of a London accent mixed in with his Korean inflection. He earned the title of Lieutenant through a brief military period, then he was elisted in the Great Game as a spy for some time. Now though, he's aligned with the revolutionaries and spends more time watching from the shadows.

He's somewhat reckless in nature and often doesn't realise what he's getting into until it's too late... like that one time he became so d_mnably hungry following a visit from Mr Sacks at Christmas and suddenly he's curious about this figure called Mr Eaten.

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Profile link: https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/SassmasterMaxie

Accepting most social actions!
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Passionario
Passionario
Posts: 777

2/21/2019
Passion:



Thank you, Estelle!

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Passionario: Profile, Story, Ending
Passion: Profile, Appearance
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TheRevenant
TheRevenant
Posts: 1

2/23/2019
Name: Tarasios, first name unknown.
Gender: Gentleman.
Height: 189 cm.
Age: (Presumed) 35-40.

Hair: None, formerly brown.
Eye Colour: Brown irises, though they appear almost completely black under the right conditions. Eyes appear deeply hollow, and near-constantly have dark circles around them.
Skin Colour: Caucasian. Noted to look downright cadaverous.
Build: Gaunt, though noted to be abnormally strong for his build.

Usual Clothing Style: Prefers a simple morning suit, noted to be perpetually clean even when it logically should not be. The suit is relatively unornamented externally, but the inside hides at least one weapon. Known to wear an iron top hat, overlaid with fabric, to protect his head. Often seen wearing gloves of one form or another, usually with brass knuckles or a similar weapon beneath. Wears a pair of sturdy boots, both rumoured to conceal yet more weapons. Often seen to wear a pair of glasses - ivory, with the lenses made of dark smoked glass.

Usual Demeanour: Precise, stoic, and practical. Speaks very little, unless when prompted. Considered rather ruthless, willing to use brutality and blackmail as much as persuasion. Restrains himself from several of life's pleasures - known to have a strong distaste for Prisoner's Honey, and is rarely seen indulging himself. Despite this, he has displayed a more melancholic and magnanimous side, and is known to be quite protective of some individuals close to him. Despite his ferocity, he is known to prefer a subtle approach to problems, and is known for his insightful analysis of various events. Frequently takes cases in Ladybones Road, but has recently switched his operations to Watchmaker's Hill. Rumours of a growing feud between him and Jack-of-Smiles remain unconfirmed, for now.

Voice: Hoarse and low. Possesses a strong Surface accent, of indeterminable origin. Mostly speaks English, though he is known to fumble the pronunciation of some words. Rumoured to be multi-lingual, though the rat-catchers of Watchmaker's Hill claim otherwise.

Other Remarkable Details:

* Nemesis: Tarasios came to Fallen London in search of an old Nemesis. According to tales from close associates and the secret-sellers of the city, this Nemesis carried out the murder of Tarasios' daughter, Calliope, in vengeance for her father's role in an unspecified crime. Tarasios would subsequently hunt her murderer across multiple countries, sacrificing several years of his life and his position of Lieutenant to do so. Even when the killer fled to Fallen London, Tarasios continued his hunt, finally being imprisoned in New Newgate Prison before breaking out to continue his search. There is nothing he will not sacrifice to see Calliope's murderer slain - including his life.

* Tarasios is rumoured to have been slain at least twice on the hunt for his Nemesis; his glasses and attire are supposedly used to hide the scars he gained on the hunt. While the truth of such claims remains unknown, he is known to be heavily scarred beneath his apparel - including at least one scar directly over the heart, as though from a blade. According to Tarasios himself, these scars are from a mix of hunting operations, clashes with Jack-of-Smiles, and battles on the Surface. Either way, his scars and corpse-like appearance earned him the epithet of "The Revenant" among his associates, in reference to these claims.

* Known to be closely tied to a number of Fallen London's urchins and orphans - they bring him secrets and the occasional "found" object, and he provides them with protection and food. Supposedly, this is a strictly business relationship, though some claim his actions to be driven by the memory of his murdered daughter.

* Keeps a small photograph of a woman and a child on him at all times.
edited by TheRevenant on 2/23/2019

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8BitFey
8BitFey
Posts: 2

4/28/2019


Rey Eveline Malroy

Gender: Female
Race: Human (Infected with lycanthropy)
Age: 28

Height: 5'11"
Build: Noticeably larger, muscular and curvy the most women, refuses to wear any form of corset despite her hourglass shape, reasonably busty.

Skin color: Tanned, a reasonable golden tint.
Eye color: Bright Yellow
Hair color: Rich Brown
Hair style/quality: Curly, boyish short hair that falls around her ears, it's usually messy and unkempt.

Usual clothing style:
Rey is a woman of particularity, not looks, she usually wears more masculine outfits and likes keeping things simple and easy, thought that doesn't always mean clean. Usually dress shirts of cheap cloth, everyday work pants, boots and maybe a vest or a belt to keep everything under wraps. She usually wears earthly tones and most of her clothes seemly rather, dirty, if she'd where being honest. Skin that's usually bare is covered in some form of wrap, Rey's job usually meaning she tends to get herself hurt a lot.

Usual demeanour:
Rey's usually expression is grumpy, she tends to have a rather casual way of standing and doesn't go into anything effort to make herself seem approachable. She has a very neutral appearance, but can seem pretty lazy with her lack of manners and habits of just layering about the place where she wants.

Voice:
Very deep and low, but still very feminine thought she can sound a tad husky and raspy due to her smoking habits. It's not cold, but definitely not warm either.

Other remarkable details:
- Her ears are pointed, she has sharp teeth for some weird reason
- Covered head to toe in scars, most are small or nothing harsh, but more larger, easily offputting are hidden around her body were they don't tend to be notable.
- Smells pretty bad to her monster hunting work, drinking issues and the fact she eats rats.

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Jaime De la Rue

Gender: Male
Race: Human (Cursed)
Age: 25

Height: 5'9"
Build: Jamie is not a man build of strength, but still an attractive, slim and lanky size.

Skin color: Ghostly pale, this isn't a good thing.
Eye color: Shining Red, not a good thing either.
Hair color: Raven Black
Hair style/quality: Reasonably long, reaching just around his shoulders, it's very curly and thick and he tends to keep it down, but may tie it in a ponytail or a bun every now and then.

Usual clothing style:
Jamie has a very, certain way of dress, usually in thick yet tasteful robes and cloaks, most always covering his face if not his entire face, often leaving his true appearance unknown and unheard. Underneath he wears more basic clothing such as simple dress shirts and dark dress pants, he doesn't seem fond of shoes but wears the most basic of boots if he must. He enjoys wearing colours in shades of purples, blues and dull greens, thought he's fond of blacks and whites.

Usual demeanour:
It's often hard to read what Jamie usually stance is, but he's usually very refined, polite and overall very well-mannered, like a gentlemen should be. Thought overall Jamie presents himself as whatever his target sees him as. He will become more feminine and delicate or more straightforward and masculine if the situation calls for it.

Voice: Jamie's voice is rather soft, but it's very charming, smooth and overall seems warm and inviting.

Other remarkable details:
- Jamie eyes almost seemly glow in unnatural ways, just like a Devil's would.
- He's got rather sharp teeth.
- He has very youthful features.
- He often seems tired and unwell if someone where the remove the hood, he never gets that much sleep.
edited by 8BitFey on 4/28/2019

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I have a few characters so far! always open for rp!!! ^^

Rey Eveline Malroy (The Watchermaker Hill's Mutt); an androgynous yet dangerous werewolf woman with a knack for punching people and beer

Jaime De la Rue (The Poet of The Streets); a handsome young french poet with a need to hide his face due to his questionable abilities and nightmare prone panic attacks.

Harley Walker (The Stabber Doll); a small yet deadly assassin with childish features and a quick tongue. She's very good at her job, broken morality aside.

Charlie Tuckerman (The Braindead Gentlemen); A tomb-colonist with little to no idea memory of who he is, surprisingly a friendly if not awkward and anxious fellow. Enjoys hot tea and archiving.
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Neo Erinner
Neo Erinner
Posts: 1

5/14/2019
Neo Erinner

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Early thirties, possibly younger. Don't worry if you forget, he does as well sometimes.

Height: 5'11"
Build: Certainly on the leaner side. Semblance of someone who was once rather active and fit, but whether intentional or not has become more content with blending in.

Skin color: Light skinned. Darker than the usual inhabitant but the lack of sunlight doesn't allow for much tanning. Light tan but still ghastly.
Eye color: A lighter brown, sticking out just enough to be noticed.
Hair color: Black, although there are a few telltale signs of stress in forms of the occasional silver thread.
Hair style/quality: Thick and Messy. Put together enough to fit in with the higher society but only barely. The front of his hair is an odd combination of straight hairs and random twists and turns which somehow suit him.

Usual clothing style: American 1920's style, fitting in better among the devil's than most of society. A grey waistcoat with 2 rows of 3 black buttons going down the front. A breast pocket with a handkerchief of different colors depending on the day. A lighter grey button down underneath, the sleeves generally folded to his elbows. Collar generally open and unruly but he tends to button up with a dark red tie for higher-class occasions.

Usual demeanor: While he strives to maintain a distance between himself and the attention of the room, Neo is rather collected and confident on inspection, navigating his way through the various politics of countless balls and soirees. This charming demeanor devolves to an almost embarrassing fascination with a select few he finds interesting, and he may quickly become overbearing should he take a bit longer to inspect you than the rest of a crowd. In contrast, he finds himself rather at home with the citizens of hell, spending a fairly good amount of his time at various hotspots like the Dante's Grill, even managing a room at The Brass Embassy every so often. Regardless of the state of his company, his personality can be described as positive and charming to be around.


Voice: A warm comfortable octave for a man. The only thing noteworthy is the occasional slip into a more German accent for one or two words at a time. Other than this, he generally speaks with a full voice and bright intonation. A lovely tenor.

Further Details:
Every so often you may see him rubbing tentatively at his temples, far gentler than most when displaying frustration. A close glance will reveal several apparent claw/scratch marks across the sides of his face, however he rarely comments on them, nor should you.

Easily gets lost in thought, his mind currently struggling with recovering from a long period of forgotten time. Forgive his over-excitement at any possibility of recollecting his former memories, however he seems almost content with who he is now

On close inspection you may see him absent mindedly fiddling with a ring which isn't there. Either running his right thumb over his index finger in circles, or his opposite hand twisting at the same spot, like a memory or tic etched in his subconscious.
edited by Neo Erinner on 5/14/2019
edited by Neo Erinner on 5/15/2019

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"Different time. Different place. The usual."

Open to any interaction and roleplay. Neo is currently searching in all places he can for semblances of his past life, seemingly gone along with those he care for. https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/IncrediblyAsian
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SilvaTomorrow
SilvaTomorrow
Posts: 45

5/30/2019
Silva's avatar makes her look more rounded than athletic, but the reverse is true, albeit she is short, at 5'4". Better images of her are trapped on an old laptop, which I will try to resuscitate this weekend. She is a natural platinum/ash blonde with blue eyes.

Silva is Norwegian, born in Oslo, the daughter of a barmaid and an American sailor. With the death of her mother when Silva was 17, she moved to San Francisco, CA to be with her father. Silva is a character from The Secret World (original version, Templar).

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Contact: Silva Tomorrow
Available for Social Interactions
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Duca de Capo
Duca de Capo
Posts: 1

6/6/2019
Hi there ! New on the forum, played a long time ago and recently got back to it, so I figured why not present this wonderful and very frequentable that is...



Arthur Delisle

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: In his late 20s

Height: Average
Build: Again, pretty average. Arthur is in general pretty average physically speaking. But he has that charm...

Skin color: Light skinned
Eye color: Blue, with a small golden star shape at the center of each eyes.
Hair color: Brown, with some lighter parts. Natural or not, nobody knows.
Hair style/quality: Short, but long enough to have that crazy looking, out of bed shape, and almost shaved on the side. People tend to admire his superb mustache too.

Usual clothing style: Arthur is a pretty classy guy. But his class comes from something else. His laid back attitude, his wonderful suits, his messy hair, his dandy looking style make him an interesting person to watch move around. Although he can pretty much rock any uniform he finds.

Usual demeanor: Arthur gets bored very easily. He wants to enjoy life to its fullest, and enjoys gambling. For him, everything is about his love for Life, Death, and everything in between. He is passionnate and cold, friendly and heartless. For him, London never gets as exciting as when he learn something new, kill someone new, seduce someone new. But betting his life is not even enough in Fallen London for it to be exciting anymore.

Voice: A deep voice. People tell him they could listen to a hundred lies from him and dance to it. But again, people in London are quite weird.


Other remarkable details: - Arthur favours devils. He actually quite enjoy their company. I guess working with soul dealers is always fun for a gambler like him.

Isn't he lovely ?


edited by Duca de Capo on 6/6/2019
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Joseph Whateley
Joseph Whateley
Posts: 1

6/7/2019
Joseph Whateley

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: About 35 to 40 years old

Height: 6'0''
Build: Muscular, a bit larger than average

Skin color: Slightly tanned, caucasian
Eye color: Dark brown
Hair color: Very dark brown, almost black, but a few white hairs betray his age.
Hair style/quality: Short hair that has grown too much, unkempt and barely styled. Notably pushed down by a hat, which he wears most of the time. Sports a long beard and moustache which cover most of his face and top lip.

Usual clothing style: Mostly what you'd expect from a man who isn't too caring of his own appearance. Usually wears a simple, cheap white shirt, a gray pair of pants which are dirty with mud near the bottom, and black leather boots. When working, dons a firm Neddy Suit and a long tophat.

Voice: Gruff, deep, surprisingly warm. He has trouble speaking in lengthy sentences, and often pauses to reconsider his words.

Attitude: Although not very cheerful, Joseph tries to make with what he has in London. Pursued by the sounds of broken bones and spilled blood, he relies on cheap alcohol to forget his misdeeds, and goes out of his ways to help others outside of work, perhaps in search of redemption. He also finds great comfort in the company of his various pets, and still misses the presence of Pendleton, his old rat companion. A melancholic outlook on life makes him a quiet, reserved man, but those who remain in his presence for long enough find him to be surprisingly polite for a man of his looks.

From all things, what he misses the most from the surface is rain. The condensed, gentle rains of the neath make for a decent substitute, but still he misses the heavy storms, the menacing gray clouds, the lingering petrichor that followed. The sound used to relax him, perhaps just as much as the wine does. Still, the opportunities brought by the city have made him quite fond of the place, and he isn't as desperate to leave as one might think. Not like his line of work would be much different in the surface, anyhow, and not like he'd have much to return to.

Remarkable details: Determined expression whenever hunting or working. Smell of alcohol, specifically cheap wine. Taps on the side of his head when trying to think or when stressed. Passing resemblance to Abraham Lincoln. Hands and feet full of caluses. A small scar across his left cheek. Always carries a good rifle, just in case.
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