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Shadowcthuhlu
Shadowcthuhlu
Posts: 1463

3/13/2016
Dirae Erinyes

Gender: Fluid (Has two hearts, one from a women and one from a man. The rest of their parts are equally varied.)
Race: Steampunk Frankenstein (The parts seem to be mostly human. . .)
Age: About forty, didn’t keep good records of their early years after parents died and before meeting Morning Glory

Height: Massive (over seven foot).
Build: Broad shouldered making them more intimidating. They are well proportioned, as if their parts were specifically picked out to make a nice figure. Their frame is supported by metal gears, and support to be help with flexibility and toughened the body against wear and tear.

Skin color: Many kinds, but they have all taken a greenish tint after reanimation.
Eye color: Green eyes with a glass exterior.
Hair color: Black
Hair style/quality: Wavy, shoulder length.

Usual clothing style: The above is usually not seen, since Dirae Erinye prefers to be dress in all concealing clothes. A long dress or full suit complete with gloves, good footwear, and a cowl covering their face. Has been known to wear hats on top the cowl, with varying degrees of fashionable success. They love different patterns and designs – dark or bright. Particular fondness for armor.

Usual demeanor: Dirae Erinyes presents a friendly, boisterous exterior upon their marriage, much different to their sullen and withdrawn demeanor they had when they first came to London.

Voice: All over the place. Usually prefers a low tenor, but can reach high soprano or low bass without much difficulty.

Other remarkable details: -
With their own skills and the help of their rat friends, Dirae Erinyes can repair and modify the mechanical portions of themselves. (The fleshly bits have remained in good condition in the Neath – probably thinks to the unnatural vitality that most Londoner’s experience.) As such, they can prepare themselves for any job at hand, magnifying eyes, concealed weapons, or more exotic options. They are reluctant to demonstrate these modifications to just anyone however.

Has two tattoos - their first wife (Morning glory) in the palm of their right hand. Their left palm contains all the names that they have had (Subject 5, Galatea, Dirae Erinyes) They have Hebrew word for truth branded on their forehead.

Evensong

Gender: Female
Race: Snuffer
Age: Looks about 24-26, actual age is unknown.

Height: Average
Build: Slender but surprisingly dense.

Skin color: Fair.
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Hair style/quality: Straight, long hair. She keeps it pinned up, but usually varies the exact style week by week.

Usual clothing style: Evensong is somber shadow compared to Dirae Erinyes. She favors high collar and long dresses in dark colors in order not draw too much attention when she’s working. This doesn’t stop her from ending in Parabola dresses with tiaras because Dirae Erinye’s insists they looks so pretty on her and Evensong is bad at saying no.

Usual demeanor: Calm and collected, the voice of reason and caution in most situations. Nothing that would make her stand out on her own.

Voice: Mezzosoprano.

Other remarkable details: This is just her most commonly seen face. The details could quite vary for other faces, let alone what’s under the face. . .
edited by Shadowcthuhlu on 5/20/2016
edited by Shadowcthuhlu on 3/6/2017

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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Dirae%20Erinyes
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Passionario
Passionario
Posts: 776

4/2/2016
Passionario in Watchful gear:


edited by Passionario on 4/2/2016

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Passionario: Profile, Story, Ending
Passion: Profile, Appearance
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Hark DeGaul
Hark DeGaul
Posts: 208

4/2/2016
Hark DeGaul
Gender: It's really not clear.
Race: They were born on a Light Ship so I suppose they count as a Londoner. Probably human.
Age: Late 20s-Early 30s.

Height: Around 5'11'' although they generally like to appear taller. No one has to know you're standing on a pile of cats if you wear a robe.
Build: Hark is gaunt and slouched with sunken cheeks and sharp, needle like teeth. Their skin is unusually taut and their hands long and taloned. They are a picture of beauty.

Skin color: Grey. They look rather like a blemmigan that's been left out in the sun too long and shrivelled up.
Eyes: Blue and glowing brightly.
Hair style/quality: A sandy yellow, greasy mass that hangs limply from their skull like a dead squid.

Usual clothing style: When out on the town Hark favours long black cloaks with several cats stuffed inside, which they wear over an (unsurprisingly) tattered dress-suit in the latest Bohemian fashion. At home they favour brighter colours, generally blues and golds and they like to dress in a naval ensemble for parties.

Usual demeanor: Hark appears polite and bizarrely serene considering the cats they almost constantly have scratching at them. They have surprisingly little understanding of some of London's customs (due to spending their formative years isolated in the middle of the sea) and as such often appear not to care for social cues and graces. Those who know Hark better may sometimes detect an underlying maliciousness to their otherwise placcid exterior, but for the most part they seem to act as kindly to their enemies as they do to their friends.

Voice: Hark whispers practically everything they say. Their voice is lilting and musical and they tend to stare at whoever their talking to. It's really quite unnerving.

Other remarkable details: If you listen quietly you can hear Hark tick and whirr, and the brighter their eyes glow the louder it gets. No one's quite sure why they do this, but the one theologian who actually cares suggests it has something to do with their soul and experiments performed by a meglamoniacal force far to the West.


Hebediah Fix:
Gender: Male.
Race: British and human.
Age: Looks to be in his early 40s (but he must be older. The man fought in Crimea for God's sake!)

Height: 5'7''
Build: Quite short but very muscular. Hebediah is broad shouldered, barrel chested and square jawed. He could have been a poster child for mid-Victorian British military masculinity if he weren't so short.

Skin color: White. He used to be quite tan and ruddy from years of service in the army, but time in the Neath has made him grow paler.
Eyes: His eyes are grey and he's a little short-sighted. He generally prefers to wear a monocle but he probably needs glasses instead.
Hair style/quality: Hebediah is close to entirely bald, although he still grows whiskers on occassion. What's left of his hair is brown and straight in that sort of spiky, sticking up way.

Usual clothing style: Hebediah greatly prefers tophats and more traditional Victorian clothing. He runs a small church and as such often wears a dog-collar and a vicar's vestements (although he has no official qualifications.) His fashion sense when he does dress for events is terrible and often includes a rather scruffy dinner jacket, a bright purple hat, a monocle and a pair of garrish red socks. He won three medals in Crimea and all are prominently displayed on his chest at all times. Perhaps he doesn't even take them off to sleep.

Usual demeanor: Hebediah is every fierce soldier stereotype rolled into one, which would be more acceptable if he wasn't supposed to be a vicar. He's loud, boisterous and has a loud booming laugh. He is quick to tell jokes and has a way of barging in to conversations and trying to make as big an impact as possible (mostly, but not always, with his words as opposed to his fists.) When upset, or if his daughter is involved, he grows a little colder and more distant, his voice taking on a more weary tone as he suddenly appears older, but he's always quick to bounce back. Ultimately Hebediah is the sort of person who loves life, loves every challenge thrown his way and probably loves you too delicious friend!

Voice: Hebediah's voice is loud and booming. His accent is unmistakably English, perhaps from somewhere in the East Midlands although years of attempting to fit in with high society officers has long extinguished most of the distinguishing qualities of that more 'common' accent.

Other remarkable details: He has a daughter who follows him almost everywhere. She is in her mid-teens and generally wears a white dress and a necklace with a six-winged moth on it. He never talks about what happened to her mother.

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The Dawn-Eyed Optician: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hark%20DeGaul

That Vicar Who Ruined the Royal Wedding for Everyone (including himself): http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hebediah%20Fix

The Dreaded Relative: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Your%20Aunt
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Cressida Earstwell
Cressida Earstwell
Posts: 11

4/2/2016
Cressida Earstwell (Professor)
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: We'll just say experienced shall we? It's so impolite to ask.
Height: 5ft 2inches
Build: Petite enough to be thrown over a shoulder by her husband but she let tight lacing go in favour of comfort and the ability to run, years ago
Eye colour: Grey on a good day, it used to be blue, but that was when there was sky
Skin colour: Fair, if there were sun she would freckle
Hair: Light brown, if one looked closely at the loose bun one might see the beginings of grey but one would never look that closely, would one? That would be asking for a sharply pointed object in the nether regions.

Usual clothing style: Beneath the academic robes there can usually be found a sensible grey or light brown dress, a decent pair of well soled and well polished shoes and a nice sharp hat pin. Sensible clothing for someone who gets about by velocipede. However Cressida does enjoy a good party so when not engaged in berating her students or embarking on an expedition or diplomatic venture, she might be spied in a fashionable evening gown, waltzing in the arms of her spouse.

Demeanour: Cressida came to London in search of vengence, heartbroken and angry. London has taken it's toll and consumed her love story but in return it has graced her with a new life, and a new love and while the vengence might be on the back burner there is plenty to keep her occupied, excited and smiling.

Voice: Prof Earstwell can control a busy lecture hall with a quiet glare and a pregnant pause. You will shut up or get out. Contralto, with a decent laugh, if you can get her to laugh.

Other Details: Cressida is honest, and fierce and loyal to the bazaar, not necessarily the factions which inhabit it. She plays the game and will pursue knowledge for its own sake. One day, she will get her revenge for the death of her first husband. Until then she is quite happy with her second. Happily Espoused to Prof. fitzGwahir, they have adjoining offices in the University and you may address her as Prof. C. Earstwell.
edited by Cressida Earstwell on 4/2/2016

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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Cressida~Erstwell

Cressida Erstwell, an inescapable, sagacious, terrifying and lethal lady
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Professor Strix
Professor Strix
Posts: 616

4/3/2016
...I will confess, I mostly just wanted to show off the first coloured art I've bothered to do for my sketch-y journals.

Strix van Allen, PhD, D.Litt was a Chemistry professor on Surface, born in the Netherlands but resident in England. She is a 56 years-old, of human race (hopefully), 5ft tall (her rage just gets concentrated in a smaller container), alternating betwen being grumpy, ironic or happy as a child. She looks way younger than she is, but her hair is starting to grey, regardless.

The clothes below are mended and restyled Fourth City rags (old and battered, but thankfully watchful) plus mirror-polished shoes. The symbol is a Correspondence sygil that summarizes her backstory. Some people see it flash when they stare at her for too long. Have fun guessing what it means.

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The Inescapable Professor, London's Most Academic Detective. Open to consultation from Mondays to Fridays, above the Silver Binding bookshop, Veilgarden. Half the payment in advance, half after closing the case. No refunds.

"THIS SATURDAY, in MAHOGANY HALL, delight your eyes with the DARING FEATS of the DAPPER ESCAPIST. Gape at his CHARM and WIT and his CLEVER TRICKS OF ILLUSIONISM. No mirrors used."
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Social actions welcomed. Will take menaces if not currently grinding that one stat. Send them and cross your fingers.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Professor%20Strix
My alt loiters suspiciously if you want to:
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Derek%20Davis
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vanillafog
vanillafog
Posts: 16

4/4/2016
Sylvester Clark

Gender: Intentionally ambiguous
Race: Human
Age: 20's

Height: Average
Build: Thin and lanky, with long, gangly limbs that make them seem taller than they really are
Face: Diamond-shaped, with prominent cheekbones, downturned eyes, and a pointed nose

Skin color: Pale due to lack of sunshine
Eye color: Reddish-brown, like burnt umber
Hair color: Dark brown, almost black in dim lighting
Hairstyle: Straight hair cropped short

Clothing: Sylvester usually dresses conservatively, wearing long coats and trousers in neutral colors. They have a favorite gray scarf that they don whenever the weather permits. At important social functions, they switch to a formal tailcoat and white tie, or occasionally a modest evening gown.

Demeanor: Sylvester's demeanor varies greatly depending on the situation. When entertaining guests or attending society events, they present a suave, charming exterior. The mask comes off when they're alone, or among those they know and trust: then, they're solemn and quiet, preferring to listen rather than be listened to. Sylvester can become intensely focused on one goal, at which point they ignore all else in order to pursue that obsession.

Voice: Soft, but well-modulated

Other facts: Sylvester is a little shy and insecure, which they try to cover up with false confidence and social graces. They have a soft spot for children and pets. They also possess more curiosity than self-preservation, leading to constant nightmares.

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Profile: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Sylvester~Clark
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Victoria Astra Ludlow
Victoria Astra Ludlow
Posts: 26

4/5/2016
Victoria Astra "Vastra" Ludlow

Gender: Female
Ancestry: British (father) and Alsatian (mother).
Age: late-twenties


Height: tall
Build: athletic
Face: rather cheeky, voluminous lips, feisty eyes, pale complexion, bright red cheeks
Hair: dark and curly
Hairstyle: a neat chignon, sometimes singed

Clothing: Colourfoul and unconventional, asthetic dresses and bloomers, subtle and earth-coloured only in need

Demeanor: Vastra changed a lot since her surface days. She used to be, quiet, timid and scholarly. Today she is known to be flirtatious, curious and rather (self-)opinionated. She thinks she is far more charming and subtle than she actually is.

Voice: Vastra's voice is quite coarse and she speak with a strange accent, because she spent her formative years at a boarding school in Haguenau.

Other facts: "Vastra" is the pet name her brother Frederick gave her. His death is the reason she came down here, but not the reason she stayed. She enjoys the liberties the Neath grants her and is fascinated by the countless opportunities darkness seems to offer. She has a soft spot for the ostracised and broken.

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Please contact
Victoria Astra Ludlow, The Rebellious Flâneuse, a Glasslady and Insurgent
for compulsory nanty narking.
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Rysiek
Rysiek
Posts: 694

4/22/2016
Agnieszka Maszyszoszyszoszyszoszyszsowska also know as "Agata Grym"

  • Gender: Female
    Age: middle twenties... probably... safest option to guess...
    Ancestry: would love to claim to be french. She is actually Prussian.
    Height: 5 ft 3'
    Build: thin, any curves are hidden by her dress
    Hair: black, when she wouldn't die: blonde
  • eye s: blue, intelligent and tired
  • Hairstyle: rather short, actually. Easier to take care of.
  • Clothing: Very modest. Black. The closest thing you can get to mourning clothes down here. Before she got down here, she wore a lot of yellow. But not anymore. She wears an engagement ring on her right ring finger. It is simple and from silver, with barely any engravings. The other jewellery includes: a golden medallion and a silver crucifix
    Demeanor:back on the surface she was very happy, outgoing and less cold. Now, she is optimistic, colder, depressed and celibatic
    Voice: quiet alto with a german accent and a lot of french words.

  • edited by Rysiek on 4/23/2016

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    The silesian Detective
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Rysiek
    The incredible Warsovian. She certainly didn't steal your diamond necklace. That idea is RIDICULOUS...
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Maria~Konstantynopolska
    The silesian vengeance seeker
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Agata~Grym


    I apologize for any and all anachronisms. I am too lazy to check some facts if I am sure they are from the 1890s or sometimes think they are.

    Oh, and by the way, I am not polish, I am GERMAN to clarify for heavens sake... tylko po polsku mowie. Um Himmelswillen...
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    NeathyBlinder
    NeathyBlinder
    Posts: 1

    4/24/2016
    Zebedee Dowling is an odd chap, slight of build and height and bundled up in a battered grey overcoat with large, capacious pockets probably bulging with appalling secrets and glittering jewels carefully plucked from an unsuspecting noblewoman. Under an unmentionably average dusty bowler hat one might notice his dark, shrewd eyes gleaming out from beneath a black mess of hair, seeking out someone to charm the secrets out of, or maybe even relieve them of their valuables! A pair of scuffed leather shinboots tap the tarnished floor of the Veilgarden venue in time to the quite hedonistic Bohemian mandrake orchestra. Upon his handsome, pale face he wears a confident smile, responsible for beguiling half the cats in London to give up their secrets. However, deep in his overcoat pockets his fist is wrapped around a pair of spiked knuckledusters. Do not cross him, good sir/madam/person of ambiguous gender, for you will come off quite the worse...
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    Jolanda Swan
    Jolanda Swan
    Posts: 1472

    4/24/2016
    Jolanda, Lady Swan
    Female, in her middle to late twenties, cream-skinned. A cascade of black wavy hair catches the light as it tumbles down her back. Heart-shaped lips, often guilty of smiling.
    She usually dresses in deep colours - scarlet, midnight blue, pine green. Deep black is reserved for illicit trysts and poetry readings. Loves fingerless gloves, flower shaped umbrellas, and jewels that hint at grand stories. Her own story began in the Mediterranean sea, but only a hint of accent remains along with her love of ornate hair ornaments.

    Profile
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Jolanda~Swan

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    Lover of all things beautiful, secret admirer of ugly truths, fond of the Parabola Sun... and always delighted to role play.
    http://fallenlondon.com/profile/Jolanda%20Swan
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    Amelia Syrus
    Amelia Syrus
    Posts: 626

    4/30/2016
    Amelia Syrus

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human, African British
    Age: Somewhere between mid to late 20s, she personally doesn't know.
    Gender: Female
    Height: 5'4"
    Build: Lean but wiry.
    Hair: Long, black and softly curled like a cloud.
    Eye color: Dark brown
    Voice: Naturally has a strong, cockney accent like the urchins but tries to hide it with a smoother tone. That is unless she's drinking, then it's strong and she slurs her words together.
    Demeanor: Crass and rude when she's out on the streets, pilfering what she can and trying to exchange information. She switches when she works with the constabulary and becomes as dignified sounding as possible. But her true nature is cold and insightful.

    Other facts:
    - Tends to be extremely judgmental of anyone with a high standing in society.
    - Despite what she tells others, she's not really in it for money.
    - Has a lot of masks but being an urchin is something she knows on a personal level.

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    Amelia Syrus: A Drunken Thief For Hire.
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    Rysiek
    Rysiek
    Posts: 694

    5/1/2016
    Konstantynopolska, Maria , Countess of Praga?


  • Age: 21, given her date of arrival
    Build: slightly curvy, thin,
    Face: oval, with a broken nose
    Hair: curly and auburn
    Eye color: blue
    Voice: a very thick eastern european accent
    Demeanor: usually enthusiastic and happy, and even though she may be naive and tell to fast about stealing on one hand, she knows he science.
    Usual clothing style: either a black, slightly loose suit with trousers or a corseted dress
    Other details: she has ВOP tatooed on her right arm
    Interested in physics

  • edited by Rysiek on 5/1/2016

  • edited by Rysiek on 5/1/2016

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    The silesian Detective
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Rysiek
    The incredible Warsovian. She certainly didn't steal your diamond necklace. That idea is RIDICULOUS...
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Maria~Konstantynopolska
    The silesian vengeance seeker
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Agata~Grym


    I apologize for any and all anachronisms. I am too lazy to check some facts if I am sure they are from the 1890s or sometimes think they are.

    Oh, and by the way, I am not polish, I am GERMAN to clarify for heavens sake... tylko po polsku mowie. Um Himmelswillen...
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    Gideon
    Gideon
    Posts: 21

    5/2/2016


    Excerpt from a diary on meeting Gideon

    The party that the Krupp family hosted in Berlin. Not an occasion I would visit normally. Too rough, too exuberant and little refined, what can be expected from a bourgeois family aquiring immense wealth with the arms trade. A place where you feel like a fish in the water, heartily greeting the host while offering compliments to the hostess
    You're smaller than I expected, less impressive and you don’t look the fortysomething you are. However, a good looking man, with dark hair and bright blue, dreamy eyes. Or you could be if you choice of clothes would not attract all the attention. A shiny golden suit with all kinds of fashionable frills, extravagant, almost clownish. It fits your reputation of a frivolous airhead. And the costumes of many other guests. Although the dress I picked for tonight had the intention to draw attention, it is decidedly demure compared to what other ladies wear.
    I don’t mind. For now I prefer being in the background, first I want to know whom I’m really dealing with. That is what I tell myself at least, but in reality I feel terribly embarrassed. When you walk onto the terrace for a breath of fresh air, it feels like now or never. I decide to jump in the deep end and follow to address you.
    Our conversation doesn't follow my expectations. You just admit to my acquisitions, leaving me empty-handed. You intimidate with your openness, I feel like someone who forces against a stuck door hiding secrets, tumbling inside because it's is already open. And behind it no answers, just more closed doors. I feel ridiculous and yet you remain friendly, take me seriously. Your suggestion that I will not be able to pay the price to open those other doors sounds like as a threat, but feels like a challenge. One thing I’ve learned. The people who see you as a charming ignoramus have never spoken you personally.


    profile: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Gideon~van~Maessen~tot~Nedervaal
    edited by Gideon on 5/10/2016
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    M. Cinder
    M. Cinder
    Posts: 25

    5/2/2016
    M. Cinder has most of their face banded by terribly expensive silk. The exact location of the bandages, and the silk changes depending on however they want it. They leave a lot of skin out, though, just to show that they aren't a Tomb-Colonist and is more of a body-dysmorphic person. Or as they slyly call it "Body metamorphic" as they are known to visit the Face-tailor, and learned to adjust their face after the Face-tailor died. (They did not. A certain Dottore Rappacini helped.)

    It's hard to tell their age because they can be wrinkly and masculine one day, and have the face of a cherub the next day. But they're definitely not old. They just happen to move around in a languid, bored fashion most of the time, unless they're trying to hurt someone or avoiding someone doing that to them.
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    The Absurd Rogue
    The Absurd Rogue
    Posts: 1049

    5/10/2016
    Ezekiel the Tippler


    Gender: Doesn't seem to apply

    Appearance: Not easy to explain in words. Ezekiel seems to suffer from some sort of fungal growth that is inhibiting the way it's face has shaped itself. One of it's eyes is entirely consumed by the spores, but it claims it can still see from that eye perfectly fine. At Eli's request, it dons a silver mask depicting a smiling man when it is around children or anyone who might take offense.

    Voice: A low rasp, more of a growl than anything else. It claims that the fungal growth has spread down it's spine and neck and affected how his vocal chords work. He claims it lends him the ability to mimic voices and sounds almost perfectly, although this has yet to be applied.

    Normal attire: At Eli's request, he often wears a suit or at least a waistcoat. The moment he gets the opportunity, he will switch into a high-collared great coat or cloak, generally adorning himself with hideously misfitting clothing to "give the spores some breathing room".

    Affiliation: EZ is first and foremost a predator, employed and protected by the Flowerdene Initiative and serving as Elias Lowe's personal bodyguard. Their history is unclear. There are rumors around the dock that EZ was once Eli's greatest rival and he knowingly synthesized a mind affecting parasite to bend it's will to his own. There are rumors that one should not believe rumors told around the docks. There are rumors that you should shut up. No, you shut up.

    "No-one will find body. Too bad, so sad."


    "If keep staring at mushrooms, will break knees with crowbar. Believe."


    "Ezekiel? Frightens small children. Also frighten large children. And adults. And the elderly. Look at face. Don't want to see running after you."


    Misc Notes: It has been forseen that Ezekiel's facial parasites might have caused or in some way triggered Eli's specific illness, as neither the spores nor the disease have ever been seen before.


    Ezekiel doesn't seem to have a sense of self. As such, he often excludes pronouns and names from speech entirely. She has rarely been noted to say "you", "they" or "them". Has never once said "I", "me", or even "us"


    Ezekiel has been tasked as Eli's caretaker since his symptoms began to show. If you see Eli, Ezekiel is not far behind (you).

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    "There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
    -S.N

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    Lady V.
    Lady V.
    Posts: 70

    5/10/2016
    The Vixen
    "That's Lady V. to you, thank you very much.
    Pardon? My true name? You have quite a gall asking that, my dear friend."

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: She has never formally disclosed her age. Sources vary; she could be 17 or 27 or anything in between.

    Height: Shorter than average, although it is unwise to point that out in her face. Let's say she would have a bit of trouble seeing over the shoulders of a crowd, and leave it at that.
    Build: Petite, slender, and a little lacking in curves.

    Skin color: Her skin is tanned a few degrees darker than most residents of the Neath, although that is most likely explained by her rather recent arrival to the city. She'll become as pale as a corpse soon enough, given her fondness for dark clothes and reluctance to venture outdoors. Not like the sun's warm rays penetrate so far underground anyways.
    Eye color: Almond-shaped coffee brown eyes. They look a bit like those of a doll's.
    Hair color: Her hair is raven-black in color, and as sleek as a waxed feather.
    Hair style/quality: Naturally straight hair. Its length just barely surpasses her shoulder blades, but she often ties it up into a simple, yet stylish "do" to prevent them form getting in the way of her face. She leaves it down or in a messy braid when home alone.

    Usual clothing style: Her style of dress depends on the occasion. Generally, her outfits are simple yet tasteful. She is noted to have an affinity for Moon Pearls, and often wears a dark dress accented with them. On more important occasions, she dons a crimson gown wreathed in embroidered roses.
    While persuing a case, she wears a plain, no-nonsense grey shirt. A few witnesses even claimed to have seen her in breeches and a coat fit more for a gentleman. The indecency!

    Usual demeanor: Lady V. is a bit of a puzzle, even to herself. Clever with her words, she can be as charming and seductive as a vixen, as fickle as a cat, and as vicious as a python. Despite her flirty demeanor and wide web of connections, V. was famed for never letting anyone get too close to her heart, openly renouncing love on more than one occasion. She loves to tangle herself into forbidden romances, treating it like a game of sorts. Once her victim has pledged undying loyalty and affection, she would throw them aside as flippantly as one would a broken china plate.
    Acting as a part-time consulting detective to the constables of Ladybones Road, V. proves herself highly capable as an intelligent investigator as a heart-breaker. Her behavior while on a case, however, changes dramatically from her frivolous romps through Veilgarden. She becomes stern, focused, and downright cold at times. Two sides of the same coin.
    It is also noted V. never accepts payment for her service to the constables. How peculiar. Almost seems as if she's trying to redeem something, eh?

    Voice: A little deeper than an average female's and marred with a strange accent. However, she is quite skilled at changing her voice when needed. She can imitate the breathy laughter of a smitten schoolgirl and the cackle of a crone, to name a few. Some have speculated on what her "true" voice is.
    Who knows?

    History: Lady V. arrived in Fallen London unannounced, uncelebrated. She was quick to make a name for herself in the Singing Mandrake, however. She is noted to be currently in pursuit of a certain Heart's Desire, although one must wonder if a lady of her demeanor is truly interested in romance.
    V. is fond of writing, and was considered good enough she could make an extra pence or two from publishing short stories in the paper. For some reason, V. is haunted by nightmares. Now why would such a delightful and worry-free young lady such as herself ever have reason to dream bad dreams?

    Other remarkable details: Her constant companion is a small, white-furred weasel she had dubbed "Bianca." Rumored to be a rare, exotic Salt Weasel, she had escaped suspicion a few times based on the wives-tale that masters of Salt Weasels were as "pure" and "innocent" as their pale companions. Some speculate, however, Lady V.'s particular weasel was a fabricated product of hair-dye and lies. This rumor has yet to be proven or disputed.
    Her other "companion" is a silent individual who would only address themselves as "The Henchman." She sends him to do dirtier work in the Watchmaker Hills, not being much of a brawler herself.

    ~

    Oh dear. I'm afraid I rambled a bit there. At any rate, I will be adding a drawn picture soon, as well as a description of The Henchman if I don't forget. Even if all he really does is, eh...stare at you. And crack a few skulls when I ask him nicely enough. Ahem.
    -V

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    5/13/2016
    The Ivory-Clad Inquirer, Miss Perierat

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: Looks to be in her late twenties, though it's hard to tell in the Neath)

    Height: Close enough to six foot as makes no difference
    Build: Slender, with a slight tone and muscle definition on a thin frame

    Skin color: Pale, but not deathly so
    Eye color: Impossible to tell behind her goggles
    Hair color: Dark brown
    Hair style/quality: Straight hair, usually worn with a bun and a thin ponytail running down her back

    Usual clothing style: As can be expected from her name, Miss Perierat always wears ivory (or at least something that might possibly be seen as ivory, if you have a certain kind of mind)- Stygian Ivory, Devilbone, Spider-chitin. She wears the ivory sewn into dresses and robes, used for the frame and to decorate the outside; and, occasionally, as armour. She's also never caught without a pair of brown-tinted lenses of whatever description- goggles, glasses, and so on.

    Usual demeanor: Very brisk in her dealings, she's not the nicest of ladies, but she's kind enough most of the time. She is, however, quite mercurial, changing emotions at the drop of a pin, and is more than willing to do terrible things in the persuit of "The Truth". On a similar note, she claims to never lie- although obviously she could be lying in saying that.

    Voice: Fairly high-pitched and energetic, speaking fast unless she's been hit by some lethargy.

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    5/16/2016
    Vexpont: a sturdy, balding specimen of male humanity. Forty fits him like a herringbone suit. Hair brown, eyes brown, voice brown and sweet and sad, like a neglected pint of porter. Known to frequent racecourses and gambling-dens in a vile puce jacket, though if you ask an urchin about it, they'll look at you pityingly. 'Thassis ornery jacket, inside-aht. Made bespoke, to catch the eye.' When that mood is on, the few people he counts as friends are encouraged to leave him be.

    “A man who dislikes himself, then. Runs long to curiosity, though in a piecemeal way that makes a hard fit in academia, unless you need to improvise weapons from laboratory ware. Fights inventively when cornered. Premeditated cruelty sends him quite mad.

    “Yes, he spends a lot of time researching the nature of Death; a keen practical interest. This one hasn't forgotten or forgiven, let me tell you. Sworn vengeance. Surely no-one's sibling can be such a plaster saint?

    "No obvious personal attachments. I suppose offers are hard to come by when you take a vow of poverty, whether for religion or revenge. Or the gee-gees.

    “Curious thing, though: the devils leave his soul severely alone. Not that he's moved to sell it, but they never try to tempt, either. I once asked a deviless of my acquaintance about it, and she smiled, and said that mortals sometimes dreamed up ways of being damned that had nothing to do with Hell.

    'Personally, I'd never interfere. It's like naïve art. Would you tell Rousseau how to paint?'
    'Who?'
    'Never mind.' ”

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    5/21/2016
    Lamia is of average height (5'0", or 152.4 centimeters), with an athletic physique. She is light skinned, with hair a shade of blonde better described as 'colorless,' given how poorly it lends itself to descriptions such as 'golden,' 'flaxen,' or 'sunny.' She often wears it in a braid down her back, and it reaches mid-thigh in length. She has dark, wolfish eyes, revealed to be amber in direct candlelight. Her eyebrows are thick, dark, and straight, Her nose is long and curved, and she has moderate, round lips, and a sharply defined jaw. She is mixed race, and will brook no questions about her parentage or background. Those who know about her time in India like to speculate that she is half-English, half-Indian, but this is false.

    Lamia's choice in fashion is eclectic, but she seems to prefer Aesthetic dress and men's suits. She especially likes to wear things that advertise her standing with the Brass Embassy: Brass jewelry, a fedora, things bearing the devils' famous embroidery, etc.



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    5/21/2016
    [Such dross stokes household fires and the bonfires of the Ministry, not opens the door for understanding. Let it turn to cinders. We'll always have another face to wear.]
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