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[nerokeller]

Nero Keller, Monster-Hunter and Archbishop of Canterbury

Gender: Female
Age: 30+, deliberately unspecified on her part
Race: &quotHuman&quot (Monster-Hunter)
Height: 137cm (4’6&quot)
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. &quotI 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,&quot 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 (&quotThe one from the first person I killed&quot), and one around her collar, hung down just enough to be in front of her heart (&quotThe one from the first person to kill me&quot). 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.

[honeyaddict]

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.

[professorwensleydale]

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.

[sassmastermaxie]

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.

[passionario]

Passion:

Thank you, Estelle!

[therevenant]

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 &quotThe Revenant&quot 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 &quotfound&quot 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

[8bitfey]

Rey Eveline Malroy

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

Height: 5’11&quot
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.

—

Jaime De la Rue

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

Height: 5’9&quot
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

[neoerinner]

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&quot
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

[silvatomorrow]

Silva’s avatar makes her look more rounded than athletic, but the reverse is true, albeit she is short, at 5’4&quot. 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).

[ducadecapo]

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

[josephwhateley]

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.

[quidam]

Quidam

Gender: Complicated
Species: Homo sapiens
Age: In the middle of his twenties. The exact number is unknown even to them

Height: 1,5 m, which is about 4 feet and 9 inch
Build: A skeletal body, with barely any muscles.

Skin color: The worst mix of beige and pink you’ve ever seen
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Dark brown, almost black
Hair style: In desperate need of a haircut. There are knots everywhere and each tendrils end in a fork. No beard though.

Usual clothing style: They typically wear old rag and tattered coat. When they have to dress nicely, they’ll typically choose a dress, but they never seem comfortable in fancy clothes.
Usual demeanor: A bit shifty, in case something happen. It is difficult for them to look directly at someone, and as such they never seem to be completely there, but those who have looked straight at them swear that there is a sadness in their eyes.
Voice: They have a soft voice, barely louder than a whisper

Other remarkable detail: They don’t like large gathering and will do the bare minimum of social interaction required so that they are not forgotten. That being said, they have deep friendships and fancy themselves as romantic. However, their cold and pragmatic method have ended more than one friendship, despite themselves. They also seem to alternate widely between hedonistic pursuit and austere attitude.

[ravenstorm]

Gender:Male
Race:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Human[/color]
Age:30

Height:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Average[/color]
Build:Tall and lanky with a bit of a belly growing from his age catching up to him.

Skin color:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Fair[/color]
Eye color:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Hazel[/color]
Hair color:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Dark Brown[/color]
Hair style/quality:Short and messy kept though can get shaggy after a bit. Also has a small beard and mustache he tries to keep tame.

Usual clothing style:[color=#c2c2c2] Depending on the situation he can wear either casual comfy clothes as he walks about in the streets or his black felt gament and red mask when hes trying to impress though hes often seen watching and lingering in the background.[/color]

Usual demeanor:Hes been known to act two ways. Around most he [color=#c2c2c2]quiet[/color] and to himself and acts [color=#c2c2c2]courteous[/color] to others without engaging in much conversation or is too shy to engage others. Once hes warmed up though he can be goofy and a bit of joker with a bit of a pervy side to him but always has a sense of mystery to his [color=#c2c2c2]actions[/color].

Voice:[color=#c2c2c2] Hes soft spoken with a voice that sounds deeper than he thinks it is that often makes people think hes mumbling to himself though has been told he can get into the tenor range when he sings.[/color]

[color=#c2c2c2](Been awhile since i jumped into the rp scene so forgive of my attempts seem clumsily.)[/color]

[thedreadfulintriguer]

(I want to point out that some of the information here isn’t known publicly by other citizens of the Neath.) (Also apologies for the length…)


[color=rgb(245, 220, 176)]The Dreadful Intriguer[/color]
Real Name:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] Liraz (Hasson) Deveaux [1] - [/color]לירז חסון
Gender:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] Transgender man, will not answer when asked. He likes the confusion.[/color]
Species:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Human[/color]
Ethnicity:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] French, Mixed Sephardi and Mizrahi Jewish
[/color]
Age:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] early 30s[/color]

Height:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] 5’11&quot (182cm)[/color]
Build:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] Athletic, lean[/color]

Skin color:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Brown midtone[/color]
Eye color:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Black[/color]
Hair color:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Dark brown[/color]
Hair style/quality:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] Very short, to better fit under his bandages. Still retains his curls though.[/color]

Usual clothing style:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Your standard gentleman’s style in London: off-white dress shirt and gloves, dark brown frock coat, waistcoat and trousers, black bowler hat, necktie and dress boots. Signature spectacles (for eyesight), bandages covering nearly his entire body (the only visible area being the top of his head), and a cane.[/color]
Usual demeanor:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] Usually subtle and polite. However, he can have a powerful presence when he wants to. Will do whatever it takes to get what he desires, by any means. When in a romantic setting, he can be quite the charmer. He can be a bit uncaring at times.[/color]
Voice:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] N/A. (See ‘Other’.)[/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]
[/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]Other: Involved in a serious accident on the Surface which damaged his body considerably, including his voice. Most of his body has healed by now, but his voice is damaged beyond repair and his body is riddled with permanent scars (the reason why he looks like a tomb-colonist 24/7). Instead, he opts to use sign language or if unavailable, a simple pen and paper or gestures. He understands English, French, Hebrew, Arabic, and Persian.[/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]
[/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]The Sprightly Mariner[/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]Real Name: Roni (Hasson) Deveaux [1] - [/color]רוֹנִי חסון
Gender:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] Cis woman[/color]
Species:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Human[/color]
Ethnicity:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] French, Mixed Sephardi and Mizrahi Jewish
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[color=rgb(255, 253, 221)][font=Arial]Age:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] late 30s, nearly 40[/color]

Height:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] 5’10&quot (178cm)[/color]
Build:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] Athletic with a bit more muscle[/color]

Skin color:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Brown midtone, slightly darker than her brother[/color]
Eye color:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Black[/color]
Hair color:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Dark brown[/color]
Hair style/quality:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] 3b curly hair, reaching to the middle of her back. Often kept tied back but sometimes, she leaves it loose.[/color]

Usual clothing style:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Red is a main color in her attire. Whether in dress or Zailing attire, the hue is always red. Not afraid to make a scandal with her sometimes rough style. Sometimes, in private, she will dress in traditional Sephardic attire.[/color]
Usual demeanor:[color=rgb(224, 207, 178)] Very passionate and bravely spoken. She also will do what it takes to get what she wants, but is much more straightforward about it, preferring to (often in a literal sense) fight her way to her goals. Despite her tempestuous nature, she is the more magnanimous sibling of the two. She keeps her word.[/color]
Voice:[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] Her dialect is very much mixed, influenced by her French upbringing, Middle Eastern/North African Jewish parentage, and her life as a sailor on the Surface. Hearty and spirited most of the time, with a slightly deep pitch and rough tone. [/color][/font][/color]
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[color=rgb(255, 253, 221)][color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]Other: She has some visible scars from battle, cuts on her lips and left eye. Speaks and understands the same languages as her brother, plus German, and Spanish. [/color][/color]
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[color=rgb(255, 253, 221)][color=rgb(194, 194, 194)][1] Their family adopted a French last name.[/color][/color]
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[color=rgb(255, 253, 221)]I will have some art for both of them here soon.[/color]
[color=rgb(255, 253, 221)](EDIT: Forgot their demeanors…)[/color]
edited by The Dreadful Intriguer on 11/25/2020
edited by The Dreadful Intriguer on 12/11/2020

[fathomsdeep]

[color=#24ce89]FathomsDeep:
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Late 20s

Height: 5’
Build: Petite

Skin color: Light skinned
Eye color: Mossy green
Hair color: Coppery auburn
Hair style: Varies by mood, usually some fashionable variety of smartly pinned up, though she allows it to flow freely, when she’s feeling particularly… indulgent.

Usual clothing style: Fathoms never follows fashion, she frolics ahead of it, leaving it breathless and longing, in her wake. She is avant garde, though not pretentiously so. Often, she borrows from gentlemens’ fashions, but never in a way that could be construed as androgynous, and as often from other eras as from the most current trends. Her corsets elaborated into tailed waistcoats and frocks, her slim throat often drizzling with languid silken lace. The message seems to blend business with pleasure, indulgence with efficiency.

Usual demeanor: Every interaction is a dance, and a good dancer knows how to lead, and how to follow, and which is appropriate, and when.

Voice: A soft-spoken alto, with a hint of bourbon.

What you should know: Absolutely nothing. Fathoms prefers to keep everyone guessing. [/color] [/color]
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[color=#ffb16b]Merrily Trew:

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Late teens/early 20s

Height: 5’ 5&quot
Build: On the generous side of average- a bit buxom, a bit curvy, but only a bit.

Skin color: freckled, pale.
Eye color: Amber
Hair color: Ginger
Hair style: Merrily is a ginger, her ringlets are unruly at the best of times, but she does her best with pins and scarves to rein them in. Her success rate is only marginal.

Usual clothing style: A bit of a gutter-rose, she is a product of her environment, generally Spite and the Flit. She favors warm colors and pretty things, and keeps herself as tidy as her sometimes-rough lifestyle will allow.

Usual demeanor: She’s an affable sort, kind, good-natured, with an irrepressible enthusiasm and an excellent sense of humor.

Voice: Warm and buttery, with a marked back-alley accent.

What you should know: Her hands are rough, but her heart is massive.[/color][/color]

[color=#71a9ff]Paxian:

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Mid-20s

Height: 5’ 3&quot
Build: Slim but sturdy. Well-muscled.

Skin color: freckled, pale.
Eye color: Fern green
Hair color: Mahogany
Hair style: Pinned up pragmatically and without fuss.

Usual clothing style: Indifferent to trends or fashion, Pax often dresses in mens’ clothing, simply because they’re more practical to a working lifestyle.

Usual demeanor: At times uncomfortably sober, she seems to always wear the weight of the entire Neath on her shoulders.

Voice: A bit husky, with no discernible accent of any sort.

What you should know: Intentions matter. If the end doesn’t justify the means, then what’s the point of it?[/color]
edited by FathomsDeep on 12/16/2020

[niqhtshy]

- Katalina Delamere -

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Mid-20s

Height: 5’9&quot

Petite: Tall and thin, but not flimsy. Looks rather delicate. The way she carries herself makes her look a taller and more imposing.

Skin Colour: Light olive
Eye Colour: Dark blue, almost black
Hair Colour: Black
Hair Style: Long and straight, generally pinned up in an elaborate set of buns - simple, elegant and out of the way. If the situation calls for it, she dons a much more complex hairstyle, laced with dark flowers and jewels.

Usual Clothing Style: Katalina generally wears a simple blouse and skirt that’s both practical in-use and befitting of her status and power. Her clothing is generally rather feminine, but doesn’t betray her intentions to take charge. Yes, Katalina does wear corsets, and has been wearing them for most of her life by now. By now, she’s used to them and can do pretty much anything someone would typically have trouble with. She also wears a dark half-cloak made of rich and warm fabric, going down to her elbows and wrapping all around.
Usual Demeanour: Over the years, Katalina has learned to distance herself from other people. Her cold and arrogant persona, by now, is barely even a persona. She is shrewd and skeptical, and assumes the worst about everything.

Voice: Smooth and deliberate, well-spoken and eloquent. She has a touch of a crisp, implacably foreign but still familliar accent.

Other:

• Often wears dark blues and violets.
  • Apart from a necklace that she wears: a simple cord with a copper clover charm. Not that anyone who has seen it would ever live to tell the tale.
• A common motif of hers are flowers.
• Katalina has long, dangling earrings decorated with Begonias.

[belindacole]

Belinda Cole

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Early thirties

Height: Slightly below average
Build: Slim, narrow shoulders, boyish

Skin color: Pale
Eye color: A stormy grey - the kind that comes with certains dreams
Hair: Mousy brown, very straight, always in a braid or bun, though it can get disheveled after a long night at the lab

Usual clothing style: Very practical and proper. Blouses, vests, walking skirts (with trousers and sturdy boots underneath.) Some might call it elegant. Some might call it boring.

Voice: Alto. Very soft spoken, almost soothing - unless she gets excited about something.

Usual demeanor: Usually very polite, non-confrontational and amiable. Slightly wistful. Rarely the center of attention, sometimes almost beneath notice - and prefers it that way. Enjoys witty banter.
A GREAT DEAL more lively when it comes to academic discourse concerning any kind of topic she has any interest in, including, but not limited to: Diachronic linguistics and the necessary languages, cultural anthropology, comparative mythology, the Correspondence, Parabola, the Forgotten Quarter and the works of a certain author called Victor Hugo. (Read: Huge F___ing Nerd)

Other remarkable details: She publishes a small journal, the ‘Neshite Voice’, which is read by a small circle of linguistical enthusiasts. Students at the university who wish to learn more about the forgotten quarter or the Correspondence generally consider her a somewhat ‘safe’ and approachable starting point. Those of a more discerning nature quickly realise that, while the professor herself is as pale as any denizen of the Neath, her reflection sports freckles. And a tan.

[theoldman]

Name: The old man, they likely have another name, they will not tell you it however…
Gender: Male

Race: Tomb colonist
Age: anyone’s guess, though one does not hear of young tomb colonists

Height: a little above average
build: long and lanky though they’re padded out by bandages

skin colour: white and anemic from not seeing the sun in years
eye colour: grey with a tinge of a colour one cannot remember
Hair: short and brown

Usual clothing style: They dress in a manner that makes it entirely undifficult to identify them as a member of the parenethuim, though all that black does make it easy to skulk about

voice: rough and gravely with occasional hacking coughs

Usual demeanour: polite and gentlemanlike, though always a twinge melencholic especially when the surface is mentioned, often forgetful and dangerously argumentative against both the more radical revolutionaries and monarchists alike

Anything else you should know: they will happily tell you their entire life’s story with a smile before finishing with the six words &quotof course I could be lying&quot

[tenebrisumbra]

Tenebris Umbra:

Gender: Unknown
Race: Human? Maybe?
Age: Seems young, considering the fact that they can climb all the way to the Flit in roughly seven seconds.
Height: 5’ 11&quot
Build: Tall, but very gaunt, with long limbs.
Skin Color: Unknown, as they are completely shrouded in their cloak.
Eye Color: Black instead of white, and the iris and pupil are pure red.
Hair: Maybe long and black? Though that might be a snake. It’s unclear.
Usual Clothing: Literally only one outfit. A cloak, made out of the darkest shadow, sown with a needle made of darkness.
Voice: Unknown, as they generally just speak in whispers.
Usual Demeanor: Probably stealing the Gracious Widow’s style, as they are almost always in a dark room. Also probably stealing your money.
Unusual Traits: Has a strange aversion to light of any sort. And to constables. And to criminals. Really, a strange aversion to everything living. Seems to have some sort of telepathic connection to their twin,

Lord Arten:
Gender: Male
Race: Biologically Enhanced Human, Armored, Very Elusive (BEHAVE)
Age: In his mid-thirties. Probably.
Height: 6’ 4&quot
Build: Strong and athletic from wrangling and/or capturing and/or killing beasts and/or people and/or other things.
Skin Color: Tanned from sailing (not zailing)
Eye Color: Viric, with flecks of Cosmogone.
Hair: Long brown hair, but not long enough to be troublesome in a fight.
Usual Clothing: An armored, bloodstained suit, with a razor-sharp blade, armored gloves, and armored boots.
Voice: Smooth and soothing, but quickly becomes gravely and rumbling when angry.
Unusual Traits: Carries a journal with only two page filled out. The first is chess notation, labeled ‘Boatman’. The second is full of very detailed notes on sorrow-spiders, especially Spider-Councils. Also has been seen entering the Parlor of Virtue, which is odd, because

• he has only entered twice, and only for one minute each time[/li][li]he enters with his sword partially drawn[/li][li]when he leaves, he seems to be planning something, most likely a fight against some powerful enemy, which spits acid at eyes and is a huge flying beast[/li][li]he is quite austere

[masseurse]

Name: “Streetcat”, most commonly. Readily responds to “Kitty”, “Kitten”, “Tuli”, “Konekosaõ”, “Cha’d’rou” and similar, seemingly infantilizing nicknames.

Race: Debatable. Despite the above, no unequivocally feline features have been observed. Far too eloquent for a Rubbery; certainly too supple and nimble for a Clay. The eyes are unusual, but not in a way that would suggest Infernal origin. While its hair may put you in mind of a Drownie, it’s quite unthinkable for one of them to be so thoroughly bereft of vocal skill. The few who admit to having witnessed it (under sufficient lighting) in a state of disrobe, describe a surprisingly human physique.

Gender: Vague. Has been heard speaking languages with gendered first-person pronouns, and referring to itself in the masculine (some, however, dismiss this as a mere lack of fluency). The abovementioned unapologetic witnesses hold wildly contradicting opinions on the subject, including “Both” and, in the case of a certain urchin, “Neither”.

Age: Perhaps not.
Height: 1.67m, but looks shorter to the average observer, due to its odd posture.
Build: Sinewy, limber. Rumored to have good muscle definition.
Hair: Dark, with a greenish tint; elbow length. Usually resting over the right shoulder.
Eyes: Entirely apocyan; with naught to distinguish between clera, iris and pupil.
Skin: Too dark for a native of London or the Khanate, too bright for the Presbyteriate. Very smooth and hairless.

Voice: Melodious and steady, tending toward Alto. One might easily assume a penchant for choristry. However, its voice has been observed to frequently break, much like that of a youth undergoing puberty, and skid into a whisper, a rasp or a hiss. Lamentably, this condition does little to prevent this Streetcat from attempting to sing, often, given the barest of pretexts.

Manner of dress: Two shifts are most often seen:

• Flowing, opalescent robes, complete with a hood. This outlandish costume would perhaps seem more at home on a McDonald or Ruskin book cover, than out on the streets of London. Thankfully, at leat, nothing orbits its hooded head!
• An excessively ruffled shirt (often sans vest), a vibrantly apocyan cravat to offset its eyes, and something between knickerbockers and a şalvar.
  In both cases, footwear ranges from high-heeled boots to nothing at all.

Other traits of note:

• An odd gait, reminiscent of some oriental battle stance… or rather, of a jerboa crossed with a meerkat. Its tendency to tilt its head, just so, helps little.
• Somewhat prominent canines.
• To reiterate: it will sing, if so provoked. Poorly.

Not the subject itself, but very likely a relative:

edited by Masseurse on 5/11/2021