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Cosette des Fleurs
Cosette des Fleurs
Posts: 11

4/20/2017
An excerpt of a letter by Mr Sutterfield to his sister:

You asked about Mlle Cosette des Fleurs; my first impression of her was … insubstantial. Which is an unusual thing to say about a woman easily a head taller than me, but there you are. She is certainly over six feet in height, is slender as a willow sapling, and moves with feline grace. It is her colour, however, that truly made me think ‘insubstantial’—almost wraith-like is how I would describe it. Her skin is like new snow (you remember snow, don’t you?), her hair is fine and blonde and her lips are rosé. Only her eyes flash real colour, and these are almost unavoidable in their intensity of ice blue.

So much for her appearance. In conversation, her voice is a quiet contralto—very pleasing, in fact—but her topics of conversation baffle me. I must own that I had a terribly difficult time following her … there was something about the rites of Sappho; a story by Le Fanu that apparently has many fine points but also many inaccuracies and—in her words—‘une fin triste et horrible;’ and the great aesthetic pleasure derived from fine neck lines. Make of it what you will. Oh yes—and, improbable as it seems—she is something of a hunter, if my understanding is correct.


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Mlle Cosette des Fleurs: The-Not-Entirely-Canonical Monster Hunter. Delicious roleplaying relished.
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anarchetype
anarchetype
Posts: 29

4/20/2017
Well since i've made a new character, both for RP purposes and game purposes i'll post their appearance now too.
Name: Jimmy Casket
Gender: Male? Female? Indistinct
Race: Human
Age: 26
height: 6'1
build: Athletic
Skin color: Caucasian
eye color: red
hair color: dark brown
hair style: messy
clothing: He commonly wears a brown cloak, simple pants, and sometimes no shoes. Often covered in blood he is commonly seen carrying a knife, typically a bloody knife.
Demeanor: Jimmy is insane, and yet he does have moments of calm. Upon arriving in the neath he realized he had one goal. find the jack of smiles. Jimmy tends to stab those who get close to him, and if he's nice to you that usually means he is planning something. He'll stab anything and anyone.

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Anarchetype: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Anarchetype
My Seeker alt: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Chase%20Stein
Jimmy Casket: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Jimmy%20Casket
All invites are welcome. Please no seeker betrayals.
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Jonathan Dunn
Jonathan Dunn
Posts: 11

7/4/2017
Name: Jonathan Dunn
Gender: Male
Race: Though many would call him a Devil, he's Human as Sin.
Age: Unknown.
Height: 6'1.5
Build: Gangly, and he seems to be slouching even when he isn't.
Skin Color: Bone hue, although not much skin is seen.
Eye Color: There's a Diabolical fire in the void there, best not to look too closely. If the eyes are the windows to the soul, whatever is behind those windows is best avoided.
Hair color: Blacker than should be possible, although the hat hides most of it.
Hair style: Cut short by well-honed sheers, it still curls.
Clothing: He wears the suit well even though it is cut for comfort rather than style. Smoked Spectacles obscure his eyes, his scarf does little to hide his smile, and the hats he loves tend to be a bit...strange. His gloves are of curious material. Jack-of-Smiles seems to claim more victims than usual shortly before he gets a new pair.
Demeanor: Jonathan is affable, talkative, and treats his friends well. His enemies don't tend to live long after he makes them but will be treated with as much charm as they deserve.
Actions: Jonathan loves being in control and has no qualms about throwing an ally to the wolves (figurative or literal) if he'll get a better deal out of it. Power is more intoxicating than wine and pursuing it often leads to a good time. Just don't insult him. His memory is long and his reach is longer. He is currently heavily involved with London's Criminal element and Hell (residing in A Sanctum at the Brass Embassy) the Docks fear and respect him for his relationship with Mr. Fires, and he is in Society's good graces. Control isn't all in connections though, and Jonathan is amassing personal power as well.

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Charming. Criminal. Hedonist. Well Respected Member of Society. Sympathy and Taste. Not a Man to Cross.
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gronostaj
gronostaj
Posts: 397

7/6/2017
they say a picture is worth a thousand words, so lemme just post my sketch of gronostaj (pl. ermine), alongside with a cautionary "this is your brain, this is your brain on drugs" tale. Don't do SMEN kids. You WILL inevitably decide an old salty bat in a well is more important than personal hygiene.



the current election actually stopped them like five seconds before they fell asleep clutching a certain Calling Card. They were forced to shave and dress properly and all- you can't really do a fixer's job if you look like a homeless person (which they are. thanks nightmare carnival).

They started Seeking out of hedonistic boredom and got their ass properly kicked for it. Not kicked nearly enough to learn their lesson just yet, though.

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Gronostaj (pl. Ermine), a decadent duellist of mysterious and indistinct gender. Seeker. Willing to die- but not of boredom. Open to all social actions, including the harmful ones.
Soft-Spoken Surgeon, a doctor who owes an onerous debt. Professor of medicine at the University by day, at criminal employ by night. Open to all non-harmful social actions.
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Estelle Knoht
Estelle Knoht
Posts: 1717

7/6/2017
I don't know, "Gronostaj on SMEN" looks like a B-Movie action hero.

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Estelle Knoht, a juvenile, unreliable and respectable lady.
I currently do not accept any catbox, suppers, calling cards or proteges.
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Six Handed Merchant
Six Handed Merchant
Posts: 64

7/8/2017

(Self-portrait, entitled "Portrait of a Correspondent", in the brief time before the canvas spontaneously combusted.)

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The Six Handed Merchant


Gender: Mysterious and indistinct.
Race: Human?
Age: Young-ish?

Height: Tall and lanky: Six is rather leggy.
Build: Fit and attractive, although some parts of their figure seem slightly odd. Perhaps poor nutrition in childhood?

Skin color: Pale, like the color of parchment. Six has excellent skin: very well preserved.
Eye color: A bright gleaming red.
Hair color: Depends on the fashion of the time, although Six's natural color is green.
Hair style/quality: Relatively short, thick, and luxuriously coiffed. Six's hair is usually styled in the latest and wildest fashion trends available.

Usual clothing style: Everything! Gowns, gloves, top hats, suits, riding boots, bejeweled sword-canes, radium goggles, you name it! Usually all at once. Six looks like they were dressed by a warring committee addled on honey. Yet remarkably, several fashion trends have somehow erupted in their wake…

Usual demeanor: Highly energetic, warm, affable and kindhearted, with a sharp mind that tends to wander off-topic a little. Physically, the are very animated, and tend to squirm a lot when forced to sit still in one place. This may be a side effect of far too much coffee. Six's eyes take also in an alarming amount of detail from their surroundings. You'd swear they had eyes on the back of their head.

Voice: A silky and pleasant contralto that is quite mesmerizing! Six is a fantastic reader at salons.

Other remarkable details: Six is constantly negotiating an uneasy truce between various warring parts of their wardrobe, with patent scrutinizers, vials of honey, notebooks, kifers or other pieces of scientific equipment occasionally falling out of a hidden vest or petticoat pocket.

Six's whole body appears to be double-jointed, as they have been known to wriggle their way out of ropes and handcuffs, and to wedge themselves through remarkably tight spaces.

The Six Handed Merchant is frequently accompanied by their devoted "bodyguard" Bishop Valentine Fogsreach and an imperious snow-white raven wryly named Mr. Feathers. Beyond the two, it is quite common to see Six out in public talking to clients, lovers, Bohemian artists, urchins, unionists, robberies, renegade intellectuals, idealistic constables, mortified elites, tomb-colonists, vicars, and paid informants. They get around!

Despite the name, by all appearances the Six Handed Merchant has only two hands (and two feet, in case you were wondering).



  • edited by Six Handed Merchant on 1/18/2018

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    The Six Handed Merchant: Private investigator, Good Samaritan, free thinker, labor union backer, orphanage patron/matron, radical scientist, Correspondent, Nocturnal Bohemian, honey-dreaming hedonist, Legendary Charisma. If it's truth you seek, The Six Handed Merchant is the gentlemen-, er, lady-, er, detective you need! Just pay no mind to that Eradication Officer tailing Six: that poor fellow is simply out of his mind!

    Six's Mantlepiece (I respond to most roleplaying and social interactions within 1-3 days.)
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    Tystefy
    Tystefy
    Posts: 325

    7/9/2017
    Tystefy

    Gender: Male
    Race: Golden Retriever
    Height: Puppy
    Age: (Dog years are even trickier)
    Ski- Fur Color: Golden Yellow
    Eye Color: Rich Brown
    Usual Appearance: Unusually heavy eyebrows. Groomed enough. Is carried on a cushion by and shares a top hat with his Gentleman Butler.
    Demeanor: Sits up straight or simply leans back into his Genterman Butler. Calm. His Gentleman Butler helps emphasize his point by waving their front paws with surprising sync.
    Voice: Deep. Surprisingly deep. More Morgan Freeman and not like a demon.
    Remarkable Qualities: Is a dog. Tends to create polls whenever they create a forum thread.

    Gentleman Butler (Actual Name “Dubious”)

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Human Height: 6'1
    Age: Old...like a butler should be.
    Hair Color: Stark White
    Skin Color: White. Pale-ish-ly so.
    Eye Color: Blue
    Usual Appearance: Gloriously mustached & bald. Generic butler garb & white gloves. Shares a top hat with Tystefy.
    Demeanor: ... Butler. Silent. Stoic. Carries Tystefy with practiced care.
    Voice: Will speak when required.
    Remarkable Qualities: Do not ask about that one incident involving a certain stick.
    edited by Tystefy on 12/10/2017

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    I don't even know, man.
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    Teaspoon
    Teaspoon
    Posts: 818

    7/9/2017
    I love about Failbetter that not only do they make wild and crazy things, they also inspire others to do the same.

    It's great.
    edited by Teaspoon on 7/9/2017

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    Truth lies at the bottom of a well.

    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/profile/Alt%20Ern
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    gronostaj
    gronostaj
    Posts: 397

    7/9/2017
    Tystefy wrote:
    Voice: Will speak when required.


    this very pleasantly reminds me the epic tale of Sir Bearington and I am 100% delighted.

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    Gronostaj (pl. Ermine), a decadent duellist of mysterious and indistinct gender. Seeker. Willing to die- but not of boredom. Open to all social actions, including the harmful ones.
    Soft-Spoken Surgeon, a doctor who owes an onerous debt. Professor of medicine at the University by day, at criminal employ by night. Open to all non-harmful social actions.
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    Gul al-Ahlaam
    Gul al-Ahlaam
    Posts: 124

    7/9/2017
    The Uncanny Hierophant

  • "Gul al-Ahlaam" is the pseudonym by which most Londoners know them. Much of their more controversial research is published under the pseudonym "Desiderius Erasmus," and a penny-dreadful of middling popularity depicts them as the deranged "Doctor Dionysus," whose mad experiments transform them into an enormous zee-monster. In private, their daughter refers to them as "Fairuza," and their staff as "Dr. Darvishzadeh."

    The Hierophant is tall, slender, olive-skinned. Their black hair is short and tangled. Their eyes, once hazel, are now a scintillating cosmogone, marbled with streaks of grey. Their narrow torso is marred with countless scars from bites, knife-and-candle wounds, and experimental vivisections. The intricate ritual scars over their heart weep a thick Gant pus, and draw beads of blood from the surrounding skin, so they keep them thickly bandaged. Their face, carved near in half by Feducci's saber, was "healed" by the Mountain of Light. When the Hierophant plunged their face into her lesser wound and drank of her blood, she reconstructed their face around the scar, creating a cleft in their lip all the way up to their hairline, studded with dozens of tiny, useless, interlocking teeth. Further experimentation with the blood shined and sharpened those teeth, along with the teeth in their mouth. This gives them an alarming and attractive smile, but presents difficulties when it comes to eating anything that can't be ripped or torn. Their pair of long prehensile tongues, the result of a successful experiment down in Flute Street, only complicate things further. One of their arms was amputated at the shoulder by an unscrupulous scholar, and replaced with an oversized arm made from clay. The other was amputated at the elbow, after a failed experiment withered it, and was eventually replaced with the claw of a dwarf megalops.

    Because of their lack of manual dexterity, their spouse is typically the one who dresses them, meaning that their clothes tend to be covered in a thin layer of slime. They have a fondness for narrow frocks, elegant shawls, and wide-brimmed hats. They tend to hide their face when out in public, usually behind a wax mask in the Presbyterate style. When such a thing will not do, they often opt for a simple silk veil.

    Their voice has a lilting, melodic quality to it, when they're both sober and lucid. Otherwise, they can have some difficulty marshaling their tongues, and it comes out slippery and gurgling.

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    Grow strong. Life runs hot. Forget the Judgements.
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    Isaac Zienfried
    Isaac Zienfried
    Posts: 359

    7/13/2017
    Isaac Zienfried, 'the Vacillating Belligerent'

    A man of imposing build and expressive body language, Mr. Zienfried's appearance combines with his mercurial demeanor and mixed background to leave an interesting first impression. Short coppery hair, gray-green eyes, and a carefully trimmed goatee feature on a sharply angular face that's as likely to wear a stupid grin as it is a scowl or snarl. Wide shoulders and a height of 6'3" mean he's quite large compared to the average Londoner, though the rest of his body is somewhat slim when compared to the conspicuous shoulders, overall giving an athletic impression rather than a hulking one.

    One of the first things noticed by many is the man's accent. There's something distinctly non-British about it, hints of American and Spanish both, which could lead some to (incorrectly) assume a Californian origin, but every so often a succession of words will come out in such a way that suggests a lifetime of travel and exposure to several dialects and languages. In addition, his years in London mean Isaac has already absorbed much of the local idioms and lingual patterns, further bastardizing his manner of speech.

    On casual appraisal, Isaac carries himself in a restrained, almost military manner. His bearing is upright, his posture is iron-backed and rigid, and his style of speech is curt, efficient, and occasionally sarcastic. This can change, however, should he become excited or passionate, which happens more often than he'd like to admit. A stimulating conversation can lead to a loosening of his posture, wilder gestures with his hands and arms, exaggerated expressions, and a shift toward the kind of coarse language that befits a sailor or mercenary. He's usually capable of controlling himself in venues where such expressiveness would be problematic, but has been known to slip from time to time. In addition to this excitability, Isaac possesses a fiery temper, and while he will strive to restrain himself if he thinks it necessary, he's been known to decide the unleashing of his rage is worth the consequences. Other than that, he views some level of social face and restraint as important, not just for him but for everyone, and is annoyed by those who carelessly display uncouth or obnoxious behavior, having once berated a man for "laughing too loudly, like some braying beast." This man was not His Amused Lordship, though Isaac's been known to covertly wince in that particular individual's presence.

    Mr. Zienfried's wardrobe is varied and eclectic. If attending any Society events, he'll likely be seen in fashionable attire, coat and top hat and everything. When truly putting on a show, either to awe or to intimidate, he is in possession of a pair of cosmogone spectacles that discourage staring. For more casual outings, he prefers trousers, a shirt, and a vest of thick and durable material, with a turquoise ascot to add some color to his usual grays and browns and dark greens. He often wears a felt bowler cap with a silken turquoise band around it. This look, in particular, can make him look something like a neddy man or other rough-and-tumble type: a fact he's aware of and not bothered by. In fact, Isaac almost always carries a cane of some sort, either elegant and ornamented when dressing to impress, or more humble and durable when not... and these canes are his favored weapon if ever he needs to inflict harm, being shockingly skilled with using them as both bludgeon and lever in a downright brutal fighting style that mixes dirty tricks with aggressive strikes and joint-locks. He carries a small ratwork revolver under his coat or vest as well, but will only utilize it if his cane or his fists aren't options.

    While possessing sundry skills, the art Isaac truly excels in is the pursuit of violence and destruction. Proficient with a dazzling array of weapons and capable of changing fighting styles at a moment's notice, he mates this to an in-depth knowledge of explosives, chemicals, poisons, traps, and strategy to present a challenge to even the most superhuman foes. It's easy to simply assume a man so aggressive would resort to brute force in every situation, but Isaac's plenty capable of indirect and unexpected approaches to a battle.

    Having come to London upon hearing rumors of monsters and devils and thugs aplenty, Isaac once pursued the Vake across the Neath, but has since postponed the hunt after his quarry went to ground and he found himself with other pressing business. Rather than continue to hunt monsters out at Zee (though he does that as a hobby now and again), Isaac took to studying the dream-realm of Parabola, satisfying his more scholarly inclinations while also finding a use for his martial prowess and iron will when it comes time to exert his will upon the inhabitants.

    Other assorted bits of personality are a strong sense of compassion that can seem at odds with his violent and angry nature, a love of poetry, a propensity for alcohol abuse that is genuinely dangerous to his health, and the tendency to hold grudges for years. Hobbies include zailing, writing poetry, and burgling devils or others he deems fair targets in order to practice his stealth and subtlety.
    edited by Isaac Zienfried on 7/14/2017

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    Isaac Zienfried, 'The Vacillating Belligerent.'
    A gentleman of complicated loyalties, complicated morality, and complicated goals.
    But really, it's hard to keep things simple down here!
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    Tystefy
    Tystefy
    Posts: 325

    7/13/2017
    Isaac Zienfried, 'the Vacillating Belligerent'


    *Gentleman Butler carefully balances cushion on head so Isaac and I are roughly eye-level*

    ... You? You chose me to be your nemesis? Me?!

    *wild paw gestures*

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    I don't even know, man.
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    JimmyTMalice
    JimmyTMalice
    Posts: 230

    7/13/2017
    Gideon Stormstrider is a fresh-faced young man with brown hair and hazel eyes in a crumpled black silk suit; surprisingly young for someone in his position, as people like to remark, although nobody is entirely sure what that position is. His gaze is unsettlingly intense; he seems to blink far less than the average person. Unidentifiable chemical stains cover his sleeves and he smells faintly of metal and gunpowder. He has the undeniable air of an accident waiting to happen.

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    Gideon Stormstrider, the Episcopalian Esotericist
    Jimmy T. Malice, gone.

    A Tale of Two Suns - Meeting Your Maker - A Squid in the Polls
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    Isaac Zienfried
    Isaac Zienfried
    Posts: 359

    7/14/2017
    Tystefy wrote:
    Isaac Zienfried, 'the Vacillating Belligerent'


    *Gentleman Butler carefully balances cushion on head so Isaac and I are roughly eye-level*

    ... You? You chose me to be your nemesis? Me?!

    *wild paw gestures*

    It was on a lark.

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    Isaac Zienfried, 'The Vacillating Belligerent.'
    A gentleman of complicated loyalties, complicated morality, and complicated goals.
    But really, it's hard to keep things simple down here!
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    A Dimness
    A Dimness
    Posts: 613

    7/14/2017
    Tystefy wrote:
    WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS POST WHUT


    Could you delete this? You're stretching the whole page out.

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    A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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    heavensdark
    heavensdark
    Posts: 57

    7/14/2017
  • Oh I love this.
  • Heaven Dark

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: Early 30s

    Height: 5'5"
    Build: Average with slight curve in the middle

    Skin color: Olive
    Eye color: Brown
    Hair color: Black
    Hair style/quality: Long and straight so she always keeps it up in a bun, usually adorned with sticks and jewels and flowers and other pretty things.

    Usual clothing style: Depends on where she needs to be. If she is going about her usual day and business, she will be in a long skirt, brown ankle length boots, a corset and a long sleeve top. Nothing too colorful unless they are to accent certain features or if the occasion calls for something cheery and colorful. If she has other, ahem, business to attend to then she will switch to neutral colored pants and dark tops that are neither form fitting or too loose and knee high black boots. Hev almost always detests short sleeves and likes a lot of jewelry that doesn't make a lot of noise.

    Usual demeanor: Hev is very quiet. She will speak when she must and get involved in things but she is a curious lady who needs to know what is going on around her. She is also highly suspicious but will never let that on. Also not afraid to bat her eyes and flirt, as long as she can get something out of it in the end.

    Voice: Alto range with a fair share of monotones. Can fake her voice and lilt higher if the situation calls for it.

    Other remarkable details: Loathes zailing but knows it is a necessary evil.

  • edited by heavensdark on 7/17/2017

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/heavensdark
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    Emmy Buchman
    Emmy Buchman
    Posts: 4

    7/16/2017
    Gender: Female (she, her, hers)
    Ethnicity: Swiss
    Age: late 20’s
    Height: tall, scarcely shorter than the average man.
    Build: Athletic
    Eyes: green
    Hair: medium brown, long. Often worn in a bun.


    Clothing: Very practical, but often somewhat eccentric. Prefers dresses to suits. Tends to wear her favorite colors--green and blue.
    Voice: speaks excellent English, but with a noticeable Swiss-German accent. Surprisingly, She has a lovely mezzo-soprano singing voice.


    Demeanor: Remarkably honest, she does little to hide her personality unless it is necessary to solve a case or discover secrets. She typically comes across as eccentric, passionate, and either absent minded or laser-focused. She is surprisingly kind, for the neath.

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Emmy%20Buchman
    --A Swiss Mathematician
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    Tystefy
    Tystefy
    Posts: 325

    7/16/2017
    Infinity Simulacrum wrote:
    Tystefy wrote:
    WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS POST WHUT


    Could you delete this? You're stretching the whole page out.



    Could you delete this? You're referencing something that's been fixed.


    We can both delete these posts together.

    Don't think too deeply on that. It's not weird.

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    I don't even know, man.
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    The Eloquent Spy
    The Eloquent Spy
    Posts: 6

    7/20/2017
    Ethel McLaniel

    Gender: Bigender, assigned male at birth (usually feels female, occasionally feels male)
    Race: Human
    Age: 26
    Height: 5'7
    Build: Broad-shouldered, more thick than thin.

    Skin color: Very pale, as are most people in the Neath.
    Eye color: Originally brown, changed to a few different shades of green.
    Hair color: Originally dark grey-brown, changed to light a very light auburn/chestnut.
    Hair style/quality: Originally wavy and kept down, they took to putting it all up in a very purposefully "cute" messy bun after making it more curly.

    Usual clothing style: On important occasions, they wear their layered ivory gown and dancing slippers, sometimes accompanied by a certain overcritical top hat. And, of course, their twelve carrot diamond (wedding?) ring. They don't wear corsets. For more casual adventures they just put on a loose grey-green shirt and a flowing black skirt/pair of pants. And their lovely salivating lentals, of course!

    Usual demeanor: Ethel likes to find out as much as they can before making decisions, and usually does this by either flirting with or just generally charming people.

    Voice: On the higher side of the spectrum, but not shrill.

    Other remarkable details: Ethel acquired a clay arm during an exceptional story, but tries to be discreet about it. Covering it with silk gloves and lace sleeves and all that. Their neck is pretty scarred up, but they removed all their facial blemishes when recreating their face. Aside from that, Ethel has a long, thin scar they got across their side in a fight at the Black Ribbon. They have a jagged scar up their forearm from spending nineteen days as Jack. They have a bite-wound from the Eater-Of-Chains.
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    Reinol von Lorica
    Reinol von Lorica
    Posts: 58

    7/21/2017
    Reinol von Lorica

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age:20-24
    Height: 5'10
    Build: Average

    Skin colour: Pale
    Eye colour: Dark green
    Hair colour: Dark auburn
    Hair style: Slightly messy. His auburn hair fits the top and lower neck nicely

    Usual clothing style: Reinol normally wears a lavish dark waistcoat and a plain dress shirt with a matching tie along with a black frock coat or long coat with the buttons being loose. He also wears a pair of glasses. Lower apparel consists of black trousers and boots. Note that the surface silk is used to make his clothing.

    Usual demeanor: Calm and urbane. He carries himself with a weight of sentimentality and solemnity. At social events, this does not fade, though he can seem more confident and charming.

    Voice: Has a noticeable accent. Most likely from his Austrian roots. Smooth and focused.

    Other details-None to be noted
    edited by Reinol von Lorica on 12/22/2017

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Reinol%20von%20Lorica
    The Sentimental Writer. He still dreams of clear skies and sun kissed forests.
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