The Celestial poet known under their pen name "Passion" works for the Manager as a ‘hospitality agent’, scouting London for the newly insane ‘guest candidates’. So if you ever found yourself in a state of some confusion, chances are that it was Passion who escorted your body to the Royal Beth and ensured that you did not harm yourself or others.
The Uncanny Hierophant— Devotee of the deep places beneath the world, and all that dwells therein. Student of the arts whose ends are formless: the Night, the Emergence, the Red Science. Our mother who is merciful, whose womb is the ocean and the night, who recalls the inhalation of the spore. Nemesis of judgement. Sleep of reason. Mother of Monsters.[li]
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~Profile~
Hello all, I play Anactoria St James, a new arrival in London. She came to the Neath to find the murderer of her cousin; and, although she is intimidated by how very different Fallen London is from the Surface, she has an inner strength that will see her through … maybe. I’d like to roleplay storylines that help me flesh out Anactoria’s character and how she changes overtime.
I envision Anactoria, at this point, as kind; variably shy and brave, intimidated and bold; determined, somewhat naïve (especially in Neathy matters); (mostly) law abiding; a friend of Urchins; and a friend of animals. I’m particularly interested in scenes that show her making friends, exploring Neathy things, and, occasionally, engaging in Dangerous adventures.
Thank you!
Canvas Blank is a private investigator maintaining a low profile in the Neath. That’s not to say he hasn’t collected a lot of contacts; Londoners from both the high places and low come to him for help with private affairs, whether it’s keeping an eye on someone’s suspiciously-acting significant other for the evening, a thorough excavation of someone’s history or even an occasional poisoning. He dislikes being around fake smiles and the posh folk of London and prefers the company of the Fallen London’s outcasts, such as the Rubbery and the Bandaged. Aside from his detective work, he is also a committed agent of the Great Game, both pulling heaps of strings from his shack-like office at Wilmot’s End and doing large amounts of the field work himself.
He prefers secrets, mysteries and knowledge over materialistic wealth and can thus be seen often deciphering the secrets of Wilmot’s End and the Forgotten Quarter, immersing himself in the Fingerwork and studying Mirrors and the Correspondence. He is also known for the work he does in the name of the Masters - Especially Mr Pages, though the nature of his connection to the Masters remains unknown.
His transition from the Surface to the Neath has not been an easy one; He is relying on Sunlight-filled Mirrorcatch boxes in order to remain sane, a self-destructive habit he has developed in his time in London. Clinging onto the past, he collects postcards containing any sight of the Surface or anything remotely connected to the world above. He will always appreciate a Calling Card and is never the one to turn down a contact, so why don’t you drop one off?
edited by Canvas Blank on 12/26/2017
Daedalus Falk has published a wide variety of stories, plays, and ballets, all of which have caused varying degrees of public outcry and scandal. He likes to put “Legendary Calumnist” on all his business cards, and cares deeply for his prize racing slug.
A selection of his other works include:
Mushrooms: An Ode (short story)
Terror on Watchmaker’s Hill: The Jack o’ Smiles Case (nonfiction)
From Street Urchin to Sheet Urchin (novel; theatrical adaptation forthcoming)
Would it really be appropriate to call the Royal Bethlehem a hotel, given that I did not receive any variety of mint-flavored candy upon the pillow of the bed in the room I rented; I was unable to locate the Manager until I underwent a series of dangerous trials at great hazard to life and limb; the Rubbery Janitor appeared to use his own body-produced slime to make it appear as if he was actually working when in fact no work was being accomplished since he remained in one place; the Receptionist seemed to have a flippant attitude given her hand motions when she talked to customers which is most unbecoming of any kind of a professional occupation in which one interacts with people other than certain kinds of actors and musicians given the fact that, as the old adage goes, the customer is always right; and on top of all this there was a state of general confusion and disorder throughout my entire stay there (although I will admit that the price can’t be beaten if you’re currently insane)? (nonfiction; co-authored with Robert Mobb)
[i]The Flute Street Floozies /i
Mr. Sacks! Take my virginity! (musical theatre; performances banned by order of the Ministry of Public Decency)
Hello, delicious friends! I do some light role-play. My name is Sam Stephens, and I’m a Correspondent of little importance. While I’ve dabbled in everything from archaeology to zailing, my chiefest interest is untangling the mysteries of the universe through the practice of natural philosophy. My time of late has been dominated by my work with the Dilmun Club, but as long as I remain in London, I find plenty of time to keep in touch with my contacts. Pleased to make your acquaintance, and I hope to hear from you soon!
The Cosmopolitan: Student (not quite scholar) of the Correspondence. Scholarly type: polymath and skilled linguist. Sometime author and musician. Doctor and medical historian on the surface. Can be melancholy and despondent at times, but mostly friendly, if slightly crotchety. Will always welcome guests with a cup of tea or a glass of whatever’s in the liquor cabinet and an observation on the subject that’s been occupying their mind for the day.
Who is Verity Foxgrove?
Nobody of much importance; another amateur antiquarian, mediocre markswoman and uncommitted diletantte.
How did a parson’s daughter end up in the Neath? Don’t ask about the Fitzwilliam Museum and why she’s banned from it. Don’t ask about accidentally shooting the provost of Trinity College.
Fallen London is full of opportunities for a student of ancient mysteries. It’s a good place to make a name, stake a career… and get into a whole heap of trouble in the process.
New Fallen London player, long-time fantasy roleplayer, seeking a sponsor, friends for social interactions and other fun and mischief.
Copperhead Jake: Stoic private eye from across the Atlantic. Puts up a facade of ruthlessness, but is relatively gentle to most. He has a soft spot for children, for reasons no one quite comprehends they seem to like his as well.
After spending some time in London in relative solitude, it has come to his attention that perhaps doing everything on your own isn’t always the best course of action. Despite his stoic nature he seems accommodating to most,regardless of their differences or lifestyle choices. In spite of his seriousness he seems to be surrounded by increasingly eccentric individuals. Despite seeming exasperated by his accomplices he is appreciative of their acquaintanceship.Perhaps in time he may learn to trust people in the place where relationships can be truly eternal.
Not one for flowery language or abstract thinking, he does seem to posses a certain intellect, as well as sharp sense of perception. He is fascinated scientifically in the nature of the Neath, and spends his spare time studying up and asking around for any information he can find about this new world he inhibits, though he is careful not to investigate anything that could prove too…dangerous.
-New to this whole RP thing but just shoot me a message or calling card any time, some things are best enjoyed with friends after all.
edited by Copperhead Jake on 2/7/2018
Honeyaddict:
On the Surface he used to have wealth, which was his downfall, his then lover betray him and sent him to Fallen London, stripping him from his belongings.
When he first arrived in London he was thrown into jail, which made him at first wary of anyone and anything. Later he learned the gifts of the shadows, able to move unseen, unheard and make the constables do his bidding without them knowing.
But now he learned once more to love his life.
He is much of a Hedonist, but also wishes more than anything that the woman he eyes will notice him. He came down from the surface with nothing, now appears to be either a mere shadow without a sound or as the subject of the evening.
He loves games of chess, enjoying life, treating his sweetheart and drinking coffee.
He does take Protégés under his wing as Invisible Eminence.
tl;dr I have moderate experience role playing and would love to have some more people to role play with, cheers! Long time Fallen London Player (was there at the first elections, then took a break of some years)
edited by Honeyaddict on 2/8/2018
Lacri Edelstein (The Ethereal Versifier) - A poet; a winner of the Marvellous; an explorer of Parabola. Always smiling, it’s hard to read her thoughts; kindhearted while keeping her secrets close to her heart. Once a girl with sadness corrupting her heart, now a rare ray of sushine in the half-darkness of the Neath.
Vlad Cristea (The Lethargic Enforcer) - A murderer; an avenger to his late lover; a honey-addict. He trusts little, but those who win his trust win his whole heart. Keeping everything locked tightly, he’s a man of grudges; wrong him once, chances are he won’t forget anytime soon. At some point, was in the care of American gangsters who cared nothing for him.
Important links.
- Lacri’s profile[/li][li]Vlad’s profile[/li][li]Appearances (both)
Will be updated as I post more about the nerds.
The Discreet Hermeticist - Reclusive occultist going out of his way to conceal his talents. Keeps the company of rat catchers and beggars for the most part and rarely leaves a lasting impression.
Experienced role player seeking any kind of IC interactions, positive or negative, long-term or short-term. Rivals and tense allies are more than welcome.
Hey, cool pfp.
(Space filler for the stupid rule)