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Pipedream
Pipedream
Posts: 5

8/1/2017
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Harriet Sorrows

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 21

Height: 5'10"
Build: Lanky, with a decidedly straight and un-feminine figure. Proves to be quite the dressmaker's nightmare, sometimes.

Skin color: Olive, with golden undertones. A few freckles scattered over her nose.
Eye color: A russet brown.
Hair color: Chestnut brown.
Hair style/quality: Curly. Kept very short and boyish-looking.

Usual clothing style: Harriet is severely far-sighted and never seen without a pair of round, tortoise shell glasses. She has an old fondness for a working man's clothes paired with small pearl earrings; a new and growing one for headscarves, cardigans, kimonos. Comfort has always been -- and remains -- her chiefest concern.

Usual demeanor: Miss Sorrows is -- perhaps ironically -- often seen smiling. Whether relaxing, indulging in curiosities or speaking in playfully conspiratorial tones, she has an undeniable tendency towards cheerfulness and joie de vivre. Young and eager to learn, she otherwise takes her cues from the more experienced folk of London.

Voice: A lilting voice with an Edinburgh accent. Half the things she says sound like the beginning of a rhyme.
Other remarkable details: Harriet's father is an experienced zailor with a tendency to skimp Neath's details in his letters (he sends them, still, every week, as does she reply). She came to the Neath to surprise (and quite possibly infuriate) him the next time he makes port. If she's exceptionally lucky, he might finally tell her what he does out there.

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Remembrance Chandler

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 27

Height: 5'7"
Build: That of an average young woman? Possibly. It's hard to tell under all that clothing, honestly.

Skin color: Pale to the point of pallidness.
Eye color: Black enough to make iris and pupil indistinguishable. Sometimes there are dark circles underneath which show a little lack of sleep. Sometimes there are ones which show a lot of it.
Hair color: A very fair shade of blonde (she'll go grey young).
Hair style/quality: Straight. Almost waist-length, when she lets it down (she never does). Save for a rare strand now and then, the lot of it remains perpetually trapped beneath her bonnet.

Usual clothing style: Heavy black gowns, long of skirt and sleeve, paired with lace collar and bonnet. There are at least a few knives hidden under all that. We may go so far as to infer a rifle.

Usual demeanor: Miss Chandler is quiet and unassuming. She fulfills her duties efficiently and to the letter, asking no unnecessary questions. She abstains from city vices and, when not directly engaged in church duties and good works, spends her time reading, working for The Department of Menace Eradication, and mending the items of clothing she's had damaged while working for The Department of Menace Eradication.

Voice: Something subtle and low to the ground, usually little more than a whisper. Her accent is some upper-class strain of English; her sentences clipped, and to the point. Strangely, she often sounds a little hoarse.
Other remarkable details: She came to London to assist the Church and engage in missionary work. She grows slightly undisciplined around both desserts and cats. Her eyebrows vanished at some point in the eighties and haven't been seen since. Recently, she's begun to have discomforting dreams: of betrayal, of murder, of a desire for vengeance. Justice? Could it be so?

Light a candle.

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edited by Pipedream on 8/1/2017
edited by Pipedream on 8/1/2017

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Harriet Sorrows - zailor's daughter. Came to see the zee.

Remembrance Chandler - devout missionary. Came to do whatever needs doing.
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Jack Blackstone
Jack Blackstone
Posts: 120

8/1/2017
Well Here is a Poster of my Characters next performance at Mahogany Hall!


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http://echobazaar.failbettergames.com/Profile/Jack~Blackstone
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sekar
sekar
Posts: 17

8/30/2017
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Sekar

Gender:
Female
Race: Human
Age: 20

Height: 155 cm
Build: Matronly, the type that a child (or a lover) could snugly embrace, and robust, the type that can single-handedly eliminate a horde of angry Constables.

Skin color: Medium olive
Eye color: Black
Hair color: Black
Hair style/quality: Waist-length and wavy, worn undone/braided/swept in an updo, whatever the occasion calls for.

Usual clothing style: Comfortable dresses in deep jewel colors. Whenever she feels homesick, a simple kutubaru kebaya and a sarung of intricately patterned chintz. Doesn't like wearing corsets, but for parties she would tightly wrap her waist in a lengthy scarf over her chemise.

Usual demeanor: Rambunctious, with a contagious optimism. Loud, brash and unashamedly flirtatious, even when her grammar fails to catch up. Gets very angry very easily whenever she sees injustice or suffering.

Voice: Sweet, deep and sticky, not unlike honey. Stopped pretending an English accent long ago, now unashamedly comfortable in her percussive Southeast Asian accent.

Other remarkable details: Persistent eyebags. People quietly assumed her as one of those honey-sippers. To tell the truth, she just doesn't consider sleep important. Especially when one is an occasional lover of the Sardonic Music-Hall Singer and Feducci, and a full-time caretaker of her adopted Winsome Orphan, Severin, as well as Hector, the Nadir-shocked Firebrand.

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THE QUARTERMAINES

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Aristophanes Quartermaine

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Late 40s

Height: 187 cm
Build: Slender, with a minimum "dad bod"-ness thanks to years of eschewing the S-Bahn for cycling through the Berlin commute.

Skin color: Dark olive, with a smattering of diminishing freckles.
Eye color: Clear green, often glowing viric when he's dream-walking.
Hair color: Brown. Just... brown. Not exactly dark, not really light either.
Hair style/quality: Chin-length curls.

Usual clothing style: When venturing outside the house; fitted midnight-blue frock coat, tasselled cane, stovepipe hat, and painstakingly-polished shoes. When inside the house; hoodies and boxers. In Parabola, he became as a Byzantine emperor. What a huge history nerd. He even brought his books with him to the Neath, much to his daughters' chagrin. ("We could have used that space for more clean underwear!")

Usual demeanor: Spends a good portion of his days in Parabola. Has an air of easy elegance around him, easily weaving in and out of Society circles. Yet he does not possess the arrogance expected from his cultivation - in his waking nights, he would either walk to the Docks or to the Clay Quarters, listening to the downtrodden.

Voice: Deep yet soft, almost melodious. Never raises his voice. Impeccably British.

Other remarkable details: Once visited Dr. Schlomo early on to help him make sense of the Parabola, ended up refuting ALL his theories through Lacanian psychoanalysis and Baudrillard's simulacrum theory. The Viennese alienist ran out crying. During Aristophanes' Parabola stroll that night, a smiling old man in brass jewellery and once-white linen approached him by a drowned forest.

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Prometheus Quartermaine

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 18

Height: 172 cm
Build: Sturdy from regular sparring, chubby from always being the fastest to the dining table.

Skin color:
Very pale, with a smattering of diminishing freckles.
Eye color: Clear green, mostly avoids eye contact.
Hair color: Strawberry blonde.
Hair style/quality: Silky straight, waist-long. Always worn long, sometimes tied to a ponytail.

Usual clothing style: Opera cloak worn over plaid flannels, sweaters, or plain black t-shirts. Docmarts. Hooked cane, in case of fights. Always black, sometimes green or blue.

Usual demeanor: Rowdy and intense, often found organizing in the docks or clashing with neddy men. Somehow, after her involvement in the unions a lot of those neddy men turned around and joined them. Rumormongers painted her as a mighty seductress, to which she replied "not even the thiccest[sic] ass could stand a chance with good agitprop."

Voice: Too high-pitched for her liking, tries to make it sound deeper during conversations. Chirpy laughter. Still remembers the British accent, but under pressure (or alcohol) she yields to the more familiar German.

Other remarkable details: The portal was her idea. Wanted to help with her sister's history assignment. Due to a miscalculation they arrived at a different universe through the Nadir, to the spectacle of Sekar intervening the lovebirds' quarrel. Found employment immediately under April, now scrambling to find a way to go home.

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Grainne Quartermaine

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 12

Height: 145 cm
Build: Slender from intensive theatre study, also from never being the fastest to the dining table.

Skin color: Medium olive, with a smattering of diminishing freckles.
Eye color: Hazel, with lush eyelashes.
Hair color: Brown. Dark brown.
Hair style/quality: Curly wilderness down to her back. Either left loose or worn in a braided bun.

Usual clothing style: An array of sleeveless tunics, flowing skirts and crop tops, covered with a trench coat or pashmina. Mostly barefoot for better energy sensitivity.

Usual demeanor: During the false-day, she's usually painting, writing short stories, or studying the Neathbow alchemy at their cramped room, avoiding being scooped by the Constables for not being at school. During the false-night, she spins threads of cosmogone and viric radiated by her dream-walking father. Sometimes she comes to the roof, giving lessons to the urchins in exchange for Correspondence tutelage, scribbled in viric ink to pacify the flames.

Voice: Unassuming and light, but can be played to elicit various effects, ranging from mollifying coos to thunderous roars. Distinctly German, but can switch to a passable British accent.

Other remarkable details: An energy witch, she is profoundly attuned to the powers unique to the Neath. Although this proves most beneficial to her creative and scientific endeavors, the things that crept into her dreams are beyond horror. Even by Neath standards. Eschewing their father's protests, she had to rely on laudanum brought daily by her sister to sleep well.

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edited by sekar on 8/30/2017

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Main:

Sekar, a Rambunctious Socialist with an unhealthy inclination towards a particularly combustible language.

Other characters:

The Reluctant Oneironaut : Spends the better part of his days sleeping while his daughters study him in his dreaming-state.
The Uproarious Mechanic : A new challenger to the drinking champions of the Blind Helmsman.
The Eloquent Chromatomancer : Young enough to be an urchin, yet too clean to pass as one.
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Lady Jen Black
Lady Jen Black
Posts: 92

9/7/2017
Lady Jen Black

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Early 20s

Height: 5'7" (170cm)
Build: Lean and toned, the slender build typical of gymnasts. Didn't get enough to eat in her youth.

Skin color: Bronze, suggesting her partial Indian ancestry
Eye color: A bright emerald green
Hair color: Black
Hair style/quality: Slightly wavy, medium-length. Usually ties it up in a ponytail with side-swept bangs, but leaves it down when in society.

Usual clothing style: Typically wears a fitted dark shirt and trousers with a white cravat and a dark green coat with silver embroidery. Changes to her Strange-Shore Parabola Frock when in the salons of society, or to impress academics in the University (or she will, once she gets there).
Usual demeanor: Has impeccable poise and grace. Stalks around with hunter in every line of her posture. A critical gaze in her sharp eyes. Enters a room and immediately analyses the best path to the exits. Talks to a person and simultaneously thinks about how to take them down or manipulate them. Charming but intimidating.

Voice: Alto, steely and snarky at the same time.

Other remarkable details: A scar across the bridge of her nose. That's the only visible one, at least.
edited by Lady Jen Black on 12/22/2017

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Lady Jen Black - Appearance - Backstory - MBTI - Song - Portrait - RP Directory
Accepting calling cards!
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Lady Karnstein
Lady Karnstein
Posts: 104

9/27/2017
Lady Caroline Karnstein

Gender: Female
Race: Human?
Age: 20s

Height: 5'4, seeming smaller when not speaking, but seems much larger when she has the floor
Build: Medium Build

Skin color: Milky white, almost consumptive
Eye color: Piercing green, dark and sunken around
Hair color: Black
Hair style/quality: Thick hair, usually kept down over shoulders, or in very simple arrangements.


Usual clothing style: Caroline is given to long dresses in Society, usually dark colors Black and purples. Often with gold accessories, jewelry or fans, almost faintly suggestive of a bee. This is accentuated among more bohemian crowds; Black with occasional yellow highlights, or deep and flowing purples. Once in a blue moon intense black and red. Jewels are often green to match her eyes.

Usual demeanor: When it is not her turn to speak, Caroline is very quiet. She watches, constantly, studying whomever is speaking. She drifts like a ghost silently in her dresses, seldom still for long. But she makes little sound when she moves. When she has the spotlight, she is vibrant, charismatic, easily sweeping her audience in with her low voice and purred words. Many would follow her into Hell. When one is alone with her, she is said to be irresistible and predatory, but those are rumors.

Voice: Low sultry voice, accent is a medley of English, French, German and some Slavic elements making it very difficult to tell where she is originally from. This is all mixed and seasoned with a Dietrich purr.

Other remarkable details:
Quick to talk of art and poetry, she seems fascinated by what other people see as art. Often hints of particularly decadent goings on, but apparently indulges in them with select people. She almost seems to be looking for something or someone. Her jewelry often contains symbolism associated with the Nocturnals movement, and she almost always wears something with a labrys somewhere. Known for the London Labrys, her Salon, and the newspaper of the same name.
edited by Lady Karnstein on 12/5/2017

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Lady Caroline Karnstein, infamous writer, artist, and courtesan. Unrepentant Invert.
Legendary Charisma, Correspondent, Nocturnal. Thumbfumble Champion 1894
Poet Laureate of the Neath.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Caroline%20Karnstein
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Patrick Li
Patrick Li
Posts: 11

10/20/2017
Patrick

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 30s

Height: 5'5" (165 cm)
Build: Small and slender, perfectly suitable for getting around unseen

Skin color: Slight brown, but tinged with a forgetful, disturbing purple...
Eye color: Brown and perceptive
Hair Color: Dark black
Hair style: Usually shaved, but more prominent near the front of the head

Usual clothing style(s): Patrick tends to stick with more ordinary clothing so as to not attract attention. He dislikes the baroque gowns and suits of society.

Usual mood/personality: Patrick is soft-spoken and polite, not attracting attention to himself. He is affable and friendly and politely greets friends and acquaintances. He's quite charismatic and used to be a member of the Empress' Court. However under this facade is a cold, heartless, and ruthless person with his own agendas and goals. He's a clever and subtle character who's a master of the Game and has perpetrated numerous acts of deceit and subterfuge. He won't hesitate in betraying or committing dark deeds for his masters. He's clawed his way up and always thinks carefully before choosing sides. He's a slick bastard, this one.

Voice: Soft, slightly accented with a trace of Asian

Qualities: His scars are inside him, not outside.

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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/profile/Patrick%20Li
Trying to find a Midnighter for your Orphanage? Contact me!

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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/profile/Patrick%20Li
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Hubris Glamore
Hubris Glamore
Posts: 45

11/11/2017
Just realised I hadn't done one of these yet.

Hubris Glamore

Gender: Male

Height: 1.90m

Race: Human

Age: Late 30s

Build: Lithe, with the suggestion of a more athletic build in the past.

Skin colour: Caucasian, slightly pale.

Eye Colour: Greenish grey.

Hair Colour: Black, with the salt and pepper effect of emergent grey just above the ears.

Hair Style/Quality: Almost always neatly combed back. He also has a short, neatly trimmed mustache and short beard.

Usual Clothing Style: Tidy suits, often in unobtrusive and forgettable colours outside of special occasions, as befits his background as a former butler and diplomatic aide. Usually complimented with gloves, a necktie, and a top hat.

Usual Demeanor: Polite and discreet in most scenarios, may deviate to viciously polite and direct towards individuals showing unnecessary contempt or posing direct threats. In one on one conversation some of the discretion may be dialed back to speak frankly. Puts great stock in keeping his word and has low views of breaking ones word for anything other than a very good reason.

Voice: Speaks with a calm, measured cadence, with a notable swiss accent, although elements of having picked up something of the local flavour is detectable when slang terms and phrases are being spoken.

Other remarkable details: Has spent several years trading on his past as a butler and diplomatic aide as a "Solutions Consultant" of an ambiguous nature, maintaining a (for the location at least) a discreet office at the Bazaar marked "Silk Solutions-Smoothing Over Life's Little Problems."

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Hubris Glamore is an ambitious gentleman with entirely more schemes than is healthy.

Happy to entertain all manner of interactions and has a fondness for roleplaying.

http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hubris%20Glamore
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The Cosmopolitan
The Cosmopolitan
Posts: 28

11/12/2017
Cosmo (more properly known as Evelyn Beck)
Gender: Ambiguous
Age: Mid 30s
Race: Human
Height: 1.75
Build: Rather well toned, but not noticeably. The shape of the body is usually hidden by clothes
Skin Colour: Pale, the type that burns but never tans
Hair: Short, blonde, parted at the side, but messy. Starting to grey, ever so slightly.
Eyes: hard and grey. Cosmo doesn't usually make eye contact, but when they do, their companion will find themselves on the end of a perceptive stare
Usual clothing: most comfortable in academic gowns and will usually wear them in society. Otherwise, suits and crumpled shirts. Usually has an unkempt appearance and always wears subdued colours. Wears reading glasses with simple, round wire frames
Demeanour: polite in normal conversation, but when arguing (whether out of real animosity, civil disagreement, or for fun) can take on a harsh edge. Usually appears fatigued or withdrawn, as if concerned. Relaxed and not easily shocked or offended, but given to amusement. Enjoys sharing knowledge and, thus, inclined to start giving friendly lectures or discussing theory, both philosophical and political. Pretends to know about art, but can usually have a decent conversation about literature.
Voice: damnably English. Quiet, calm, but can pick up pace when thoughts run away. Sometimes infused with exasperated chuckles, usually directed at themselves.
Other remarkable details: rather distinct facial features, most notably a broken aquiline nose, although they insist they didn't pick this up in a fight.

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edited by The Cosmopolitan on 11/12/2017

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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/The%20Cosmopolitan
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Canvas Blank
Canvas Blank
Posts: 25

11/12/2017
Canvas Blank



Gender:
Male
Race: Human (Caucasian)
Age: Mid 30s

Height: 1.82m
Build: Tall and broad-shouldered, average build.
Skin color: White.
Eye color: Wide, dark green. The rings around them indicate sleeplessness, but he rarely appears tired.
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Hair style: Messy.

Usual clothing style(s): Trench coats and overcoats, almost always accompanied by a hat. (Inspired by the cameo). Dislikes wearing top-hats, though.

Usual mood/personality: Classic wits-over-fists type. Pensive when alone, but humorous and charming in company. Relaxed, doesn't take himself (or others) too seriously, which makes him most comfortable in the company of the Rubbery, the Bandaged and even Urchins (People suspect he uses them as his eyes and ears around London, though). Dislikes high egos, discrimination against the less boney, and isn't exactly fond of the Revolutionary types. Due to his Surface homesickness, he's known to indulge in some less legal activities in Veilgarden to fuel his sense of sunlit nostalgia.

Residence: Apart from his room at the Royal Beth, he has a smaller shack-like office in Wilmot's End.

Occupation: Midnighter, a rising Pawn of the Great Game, and a private investigator for the everyday Londoners - with some detective work experience in his past as well. Considered by many as the "Master's pet", all though he thoroughly denies it. Of course, has been seen doing some shadier things for Mr Pages before...

Qualities: (scrawled over) "Well, if you'd like to know more, you'll have to drop off a card. What, you thought you can find out everything over this Ministry report? Where's the mystery in that!? What would we talk about about over dinner? Ludicrous! -C.B."
edited by Canvas Blank on 12/16/2017

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Canvas Blank, The Nostalgic Investigator - A private investigator, a Wilmot's End regular and a rising pawn, with an insatiable sense of sentimentality towards the Surface. Why don't you leave a card?
~(Very active, RP always encouraged and appreciated!)
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Anactoria St James
Anactoria St James
Posts: 29

11/28/2017
Anactoria St James

Gender:
Female
Race: Human
Age: ~18

Height: 5’6”
Build: Mesomorph

Skin color: Pale but with a hint of olive.
Eye color: Ebony
Hair color: Dark chocolate
Hair style/quality: Thick, full, slightly wavy; often somewhat disheveled; most often worn in a casual ponytail.

Usual clothing style: Simple and functional, her clothing is a bit worn but it is well cared for. Commonly, Anactoria wears something akin to a riding habit or dark grey. Currently, the number of items in her wardrobe is quite limited.

Usual demeanor: In public, Anactoria is serious, terse, and hard-edged. New to London and intimidated by the place and its denizens, she weaves this protective façade to cover her insecurity and inexperience. Privately, although shy, she laughs and giggles easily and talks rather faster than her mind can frame her thoughts. Below it all, however, an iron core of determination and fierceness lies within her.

Voice: Bright and clear with a accent from northern England.

Other remarkable details:
Anactoria is possessed of an extraordinarily cute visage (even when angry), an easy kinesthetic grace, and too much kindness, perhaps, for the Neath.

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Roleplaying social actions are welcomed.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Anactoria%20St%20James
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Yoannete
Yoannete
Posts: 14

11/28/2017
I am close to finishing a portrait of my character Yoannete:



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Yoannete – just an author living with way too many animal companions (portrait!)
They/them pronouns for both character and me.
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mate888
mate888
Posts: 5

12/5/2017
Llywellyn Jones

Gender: Male that accidentally marked "rubbery/undetermined" on the census papers.
Race: Human
Age: 23

Height: Average
Build: Slender and rather frail-looking

Skin color: Pale
Eye color: Greyish blue
Hair color: Reddish-brown
Hair style/quality: Messy, moderately long. Meticulously shaven face.

Usual clothing style: As elegant as he can be when living on single-digit pence most of the time.

Usual demeanor: Sly, positive and only slightly neurotic when finding himself in near-death (or most of the time just death) situations.

Voice: A bit too loud for its own good. Rather good for singing or convincing others of doing doubtfully legal stuff for him
Other remarkable details: Knows a fair deal about the Zee, mostly through other people.

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The witty Welshman (main)
The frightening Frenchwoman
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