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Mr K
Mr K
Posts: 4

10/13/2016
As the name might suggest, Mr K is not fond of talking about himself. His thin pale face, framed by a slightly receding hairline and a voluptuous pair of burnt siena muttonchops, gives him the appearance of a haggard lion. No one knows for sure where he comes from, though a chirpy Cockney accent suggests he has never ventured far from Fallen London.

'Don't let that fool you,' Mrs Blenkinsop, a local gossip once said. 'Those Khanate spies are crafty ones. I've spied his handwriting and no native Londoner would be so reckless in his use of semi-colons.'


Mr K is aware of the rumours, but he always laughs them off. Despite this, he does admit to maintaining an abnormally keen interest in Echo Bazaar politics, and can frequently be found at Beatrice's Tea Shop, advocating clay dockworker rights. Patrons describe him as a dandy, resplendent in his plum cloak and ebony walking cane, though some claim he gets nervous at the merest hint of a blue uniform.
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Quasarint
Quasarint
Posts: 6

10/18/2016
Quasarint

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Early 20s

Height: 5'8 ft.
Build: Slim, yet clearly fit.

Skin: Pale
Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair Colour: A dark blonde
Hair Style: Shaggy hair which falls just above his shoulders

Typical Dress: He tends to wear fairly cheap-looking (yet comfortable), hard-worn suits. They tend to be fairly clean - besides of course any spots that might've originated from earlier in the day. The shirt being of a worn-white; a sweater over it, being of a dark green; his coat of a muddy-brown; and his pants being brown, as well, but of a lighter shade of it. The lower edge of his coat fall just above his knees. It is missing one of its sleeve's buttons, along with one of the torso's middle buttons. When completely buttoned up its collar is a snug fit around his neck. The sleeves a bit too long, reaching the mid-point of his hands. He is rarely seen without having his head completely bandaged around by old, but well-kept bandages, in a similar style to some tomb colonists. The bandages hide his entire face but his two eyes, and a few strands of blonde hair that slip through. On colder days, he'll tend to wear a thick, black cloak to keep himself warm.

Typical Demeanor: Quasarint tends to be fairly reserved, yet not to the point of being considered anti-social by most. He's fairly calm and while fairly polite, he opts to the mannerisms of the common man instead of refined speech of the upper class. Although not one to commonly create problems, he can occasionally lash out or be quite critical if the circumstances are right. He tends to take to drinking to get through the harder weeks.

Voice: His voice is quiet, cold, and passive, similar to that of most tomb colonists, although clearly having more spark and life in them.

Other relevant details: When not (seemingly) aimlessly wandering about or busy tending to his employment, he can typically be found at Caligula's, sitting (usually) lonesomely and enjoying a nice cup of coffee at a pace that tends to make sure that it's cold by the time he finishes it. Otherwise, he might also be encountered at the docks, enjoying the company of more disheveled men and women in a state of drunkenness.
edited by Quasarint on 10/18/2016

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Quasarint, a calm man of odd appearance that hails from Venderbight. (Currently looking for a dangerous or watchful patron)
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Edward Frye
Edward Frye
Posts: 263

10/18/2016
Edward Frye

Gender:
Male
Race: Human
Age: Late 20s

Height: 6'1 ft.
Build: Slightly chubby, but with strong legs.

Skin: Very light tan
Eyes: Green
Hair Colour: Brown
Hair Style: Long and unkempt, kind of like Beethoven's

Usual Clothing: He tends wears fancy clothing, but altered to fit his love of comfort. Normally a parabola-linen suit, a top hat (though he has a very large collection of hats), white gloves, and for some reason there always seems to be urchin following him around.

Usual Demeanor: He's a very jolly fellow, and kind to those in need. Despite his love of wine, he tries not to get to drunk.

Voice: He has a loud, deep, booming voice with a strong Irish accent.

Quirks: He is a magnanimous gentleman, as well as steadfast. He can be very daring at times, almost to the point of foolishness, though sometimes he is subtle. He is slightly hedonistic, he loves good food, especially fried chicken, biscuits, and mashed potatoes.
edited by Edward Frye on 2/10/2017
edited by Edward Frye on 5/8/2017

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My profile, http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Edward~Frye
Edward Frye's Appearance http://community.failbettergames.com/topic9363-your-characters-appearances.aspx?Page=7
My alt http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Ulysses~Beechworth
My Mr. Eaten profile http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/profile/Laurens~Haymore
Edward Frye is currently open to pretty much any social options except loitering.
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Julius Stokes
Julius Stokes
Posts: 113

10/24/2016
Julias Stokes

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 27

Height: 5'10
Build: Slender, but not horrifyingly so.

Skin color: Pale - almost like a vampire, but not quite.
Eye color: Bright green.
Hair color: Jet black.
Hair style/quality: Short and spiky.

Usual clothing style: He is almost always seen with his black tuxedo and red bow tie, as well as his black top hat.

Usual demeanor: Quiet, inquisitive, very odd.

Voice: Deep, with a thick Scottish accent.

Other remarkable details: - His beard is a long goatee, and he has a wavy mustache. He also wears reading glasses, and carries a sword-cane. He has a hint of melancholy about him.

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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Julias~Stokes - A revolutionary of his own sort, who has devoted his life to overthrowing the Bazaar, ascending to godhood, and saving London. Doesn't have to be in that order. I'll accept any social actions - except maybe suspicious loitering.
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ImogenCorgi
ImogenCorgi
Posts: 5

10/24/2016
Imogen Strong
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19

Height: 5'7
Build: Slim and petite, but most definitely fit

Skin colour: Slightly tanned from her travels before her descent
Eye colour: Dark brown
Hair colour: Also dark brown
Hair style/quality: Wavy hair a little past her shoulders, usually loose or in a relaxed bun

Usual clothing style: Changes, since she's leading a life in both high society and the underworld, but mostly wears a dark puffy sable over a bundle of ragged, but neatly cleaned clothes. And of course wearing her favourite bowler hat

Usual demeanor: Bright, joyful, amiable. Tends to gaze into the distance often, probably visualising the structure of a rare creature, or planning out her next score

Voice: A bit on the deep side, puts on a royal British accent around the Palace. But originally has a loose British accent

Other remarkable details: She has quite a lot of scars, but the one going down from over her left brow to her cheekbone is a winner. What she does might not always be very nice, but it's almost always for the best. Mostly associated with the Cheery Man. Never takes off her bowler hat.

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Garrett: I've never robbed a god before. It'll be a challenge.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/ImogenStrongTDA
Seeker profile!: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/IraidaMangé
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Philomena Sly
Philomena Sly
Posts: 1

10/24/2016
Philomena Sly

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Somewhere between her mid-twenties to early thirties. She doesn't say.
Height: 5'10"
Build: Lean and lithe, with long legs.
Skin colour: Pale, even by the standards of the Neath. She was slightly less so on the surface. Slightly.
Eye colour: Pale green.
Hair colour: Black, with one narrow strip of white along her left side.
Hair style/quality: Very curly, and usually held in a bun on the top of her head, aside from some shorter strands that fall around her face. She manages to keep it out of her eyes, though, so no harm done.
Usual clothing style: Simple, conservative dresses, as well as a pair of small, round spectacles. She usually wears black, grey, or other dark colours such as green - it makes it easier to disappear into the gloom when she needs to. She also tends to wear identity-concealing cloaks when conducting less law-abiding business, and on the occasion that she needs to move in higher society circles she does wear somewhat fancier dresses, though never anything that would stand out. Philomena doesn't like to be the centre of attention.
Usual demeanour: Philomena is very no-nonsense, with little patience for tomfoolery but a remarkable ability to remain calm and poised in almost any circumstances. She generally stands straight and tall, with good posture. From looking at her, she'd seem very respectable. She rarely smiles or shows any other sign of amusement, and on the occasion that she does smile it isn't very pleasant. Discreet and concise, she prefers to use only as many words as necessary - after all, when she isn't talking it's that much easier to listen to what others are saying.
Voice: Mezzo-soprano. Soft but firm, and hardly ever raised above a normal speaking level. She never shouts or yells.
Other remarkable details: Philomena holds herself to her own moral code - she doesn't break promises, and if she gives you her word you generally can trust her, at least on that subject. She also has a soft spot for animals and children. Just ask the young fellow who's always following her around.

William, the young fellow who's always following her around

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 11-ish.
Height: Around 4'7"
Build: William is.. small. He's beginning to actually grow into his clothes, though.
Skin colour: Fair. Despite having lived his whole life underground, he looks much healthier than Philomena.
Eye colour: Brown,
Hair colour: Light brown, close to a very dark blond.
Hair style/quality: Messy, unruly, and thick. It sticks out at every angle and has a habit of falling in his face. It's fairly short, and at its longest it's just under his ears.
Usual clothing style: Pretty much what you might expect an urchin to wear - simple buttoned shirts, suspenders to keep ill-fitting pants from falling down, shoes whose laces are constantly untying themselves, a thin layer of grime... Well, sometimes. He also generally wears a cap on his head, which helps to keep his hair less... everywhere. It's been suggested that perhaps he would like to wear clothes that aren't old and too big for him. He has declined.
Usual demeanour: William is very talkative. Very, very talkative. He tends to think out loud, partially because he has someone who'll listen, or at least pretend they're listening and not tell him to be quiet. He's also remarkably cheerful now that he has a reliable, warm place to sleep at night and source of food. He isn't well-versed in the ways of Respectable Society, but he's pretty observant and astute, becoming a little better-educated, and his handwriting is actually quite passable by now.
Voice: Mid-range, but sort of high. He is still a child, after all. He also speaks with a lot of the same speech patterns as most urchins in the Neath.
Other remarkable details: William really is almost always following Philomena around. He also washes his face every day, but dirt seems to be drawn to him like moths to a flame. He can't really explain it.

I have sketches of these two somewhere, but I can't seem to find them right now. Ah, well.


Vance Eldritch

Gender: Male
Race: Human.
Age: Early twenties.
Height: Tall. At least six feet.
Build: Very thin. Almost comically so. Although maybe it only looks that way because he's tall.
Skin colour: Pale.
Eye colour: Grey, possibly. Or blue.
Hair colour: Dark brown.
Hair style/quality: Fairly short, and usually under a hat of some kind. He also has a handlebar moustache.
Usual clothing style: Vance is very fond of nice clothing. He's usually dressed fairly well, in full suits with jackets, though at times his choices border on the garish. He is also rarely ever seen without some sort of hat - usually a tall top hat.
Usual demeanour: Confident, outgoing, and never one to back down from a challenge. What he lacks in foresight he makes up for in enthusiasm. He rushes into most things with little thought, and is terribly flirtatious. Vance is always willing to make a spectacle of himself - as a result, he's usually surrounded by rumours and scandal of some kind. He also really enjoys fighting things. The kinds of things don't matter much.
Voice: Fairly low, usually with a jovial tone. Baritone, maybe.
Other remarkable details: Vance actually started out as a joke character, and sort of still is a joke character. As such, I can't really picture him any other way than like he's in a cartoon. Make of that what you will.
edited by Philomena Sly on 10/24/2016
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Irith
Irith
Posts: 5

10/27/2016
Irith, The Upright Lady
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5'4''
Build: Lean.
Skin Color: Pale, she's never known the sun except for the briefest of exposure to the occasional mirrorcatch.
Eye Color: Blue.
Hair Color: Chestnut Brown
Hair Style: Held up in a series of pins, incorrigibly curly.
Clothing Style: Fanciful, refined. Almost, but not garishly adorned, as if in a Commoner's idea of what a proper Lady might wear.
Usual Demeanour: Flirtatious, Mischievous, Enigmatic. Known to indulge in the pleasures of life in the Neath... a lot. Rumored to lie, seduce, and steal to get what she wants. Otherwise, outwardly kind and altruistic. Has a twisted sense of honor, but a sense of honor nonetheless. If all the pomp and circumstance are an act, it's rarely if ever dropped.
Voice: Soft as silk sheets, with the lightest touches of cockey accent.

Legend has it that she's a London-born Urchin who upon getting kicked out of her Gang (no one knows which) proceeded to take etiquette lessons from an unknown player in the Game and infiltrate High Society. Wrote novels of her escapades in her youth with the serial numbers filed off so as to avoid implicating herself. Scandals and intrigue surround her, but very little seems to ever stick to her. Those close to her say she is planning to open an Orphanage to train street children as she once was. Known to enjoy hearing and encouraging of the schemes and games of others, and to have her fingers in a bit of everything despite ostensibly retiring from her prior career as a 'Knight of the Streets.'
edited by Irith on 10/27/2016

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Irith, the Upright Lady
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jkhero73
jkhero73
Posts: 8

10/27/2016
(TopHatJ) J, the Magnanimous

Gender: Male
Age: Claims to be 15
Race: Human, though refuses to accept it.
Referred to As: Lord
Height: 4' 12
Build: Thin.
Skin Colour: Pale Caucasian
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Hair Style: Sloppy, like that of an Urchins.
Clothing Style: Usually wears old and battered clothing, and always has a blue ribbon somewhere on his person.
Usual Demeanour: J is never without a grin, always cracking jokes and chatting with urchins, animals scampering around him, yet there is an air of sadness about him.
Voice: Rough but kind, like a cat's tongue.

J is trusting. Too trusting, one might say. He often tries to befriend everyone, despite their objections. He prefers justice and education over safety and wealth, but places freedom above all else. He has many pets, to the point where there is animal fur all over his lodgings. Has an addiction to Morelways 1872.

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J the Magnimonious: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/TopHatJ?fromEchoId=9564559
My alt is: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/NotSuspicious WARNING: My alt WILL take advantage of you.
Feel free to send me a calling card!
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LazyDays
LazyDays
Posts: 4

10/28/2016
This look's fun!

Elia No-Name


Gender: Female
Age: Young 20s
Race: Human... probably (well there was that scandal her grandmother had...)
Height: 5'9"
Build: Lean
Skin Colour: A pallid white, unsettlingly so.
Hair Colour: Dark brown
Eye Colour: A dark brown, almost black.
Clothing Style: A typical commoner's dress with unusually wide sleeves. She tends to stick to normal, dull clothing in order to blend in with the crowd more easily. Her only indulgences are her hair sticks and high heeled boots.
Hair Style: Wavy curls loosely pinned up in a bun with some fanciful stick. It changes weekly.
Usual Demeanour: Ever curious, she is very open and friendly and most tend to like her on sight. The few who don't tend to feel the hairs on the back of their necks rising in her presence.
Voice: Calm and lilting, her accent changes with her audience.

Elia used to have a last name, though these days she goes by none. She is frail and usually coughing, a old illness which never went away. Her past is unknown to all but herself, all who did have passed away by now, and some she helped along herself. She is usually calm with an open face as she's learnt people respond best to this kind of look. Cats hate her.
She likes to listen to stories, and since doing so requires talking to people, she has worked hard to imitate the most charismatic and friendly people she's come across. It works, to an extent. Elia is capricious, picking up a hobby only to throw it away the next week for another one. This has led to a very unusual skill-set, from poetry to pottery to puppetry. At heart a slacker, she will only work to further a goal of hers. Her reasons for moving to London is a mystery, as is every other aspect about her.
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rubyskeleton
rubyskeleton
Posts: 30

11/1/2016
Bruno Steinmann, Penname Frak Sure

Gender: Male
Age: Mid 30s
Race: Human, presumably.
Height: 6'0"
Build: Square and lean
Skin: Pale, with a light tint of brown. His face appears to be composed of rough cinnabar, however. Whether this is the result of his stay in the Iron Republic, an old, odd relation with a clay man, or just an abnormal reaction to Gloam Foam, is unknown, and he prefers not to discuss it.
Hair: Black and coarse, tied up in a respectable bun.
Eyes: Deep Brown
Clothing Style: Long suits, almost always. he also commonly wears an iron hat. However, he is not averse to dresses and the like.
Demeanor: Indulgent and lenient most of the time, but can grow a sharp curtness when needed.
Voice: A gravelly baritone, with a barely noticeable German color to it.

Bruno has a certain penchant for wine, and can be found on his worse days ion the street, drunkenly singing wordlessly along to an old snatch of Drownie song, often in a drastically different style from anything the Drownies do.
He often walks with a bandaged surface-raven perched somewhere on his person.

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Bruno Steinmann
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Slyblue
Slyblue
Posts: 220

12/21/2016
Maxwell Bradford (Sorry if the image is a bit too dark! My phone's camera is agonizing by now)

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 28...ish. Probably.

Height: 6'2''
Build: Toned, but compact.

Skin color: Fair, slightly on the darker side.
Eye color: Originally brown, currently Stormy-eyed grey
Hair color: Dark brown
Hair style/quality: Straight, usually keeps it slicked back.

Usual clothing style: Maxwell does not care much for formality unless the situation firmly -demands- it, and can usually be found in button-ups and sable trousers. He has exactly -one- frock coat from his time at court, and would rather not talk about it. He's fairly sure the tailor who made it hates him. Badly.

Usual demeanor: Curt, rough around the edges. Usually keeps to himself, and prefers to work alone. Being a very pious man, even though he kills for a living, he spends most of his evenings in deep contemplation in the pews of St. Fiacre.
...Unless you find him at Medusa's during the weekends, where the third cup of Morelways is enough to get him to roar with laughter, slap his knee and challenge you to a duel at dawn.
He's known to be a real soft, kind-hearted man around his few loved ones, but shh. It makes his ears redden and his aim fail spectacularly.

Voice: Rich baritone, loud as the thunder, but sometimes soft as a psalm.

Other remarkable details: His body is marred with scars, and each of them is the result of an exceptional story or two. See, the one right above his navel is a curious one...
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The Smiling Devil The Curt Licentiate The Keen-Eyed Captain

"For hearts of truest mettle, absence doth join and Time doth settle."
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anarchetype
anarchetype
Posts: 30

1/9/2017
Anarchetype (An Alias)

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 19

Height: 5'11
build: Thin yet athletic

Skin color: Caucasian
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Brown
Hair style: Messy/ unkempt

Usual clothing: A hooded brown cloak, under the cloak he wears a simple tunic, trousers, and simple shoes. He tends to conceal various weapons under his cloak. He has occasionally been known to wear a bag on his back.

Usual Demeanor: He is nice, if you are. He tends to help those closer to him, and those who are members of the urchins. He is calm, and very kind if given the opportunity to do so, but he has been known to get, violent, if he feels threatened. He enjoys working alone but he will never refuse help if he feels he needs it.

Voice: Kind yet commanding

Usual Accompaniment: He tends to travel with an urchin.

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Anarchetype: http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Anarchetype
My Seeker alt: http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Chase%20Stein
Jimmy Casket: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Jimmy%20Casket
All invites are welcome. Please no seeker betrayals.
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Euphemia-Nyx
Euphemia-Nyx
Posts: 4

1/13/2017
"How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?"
Zénaïde Euphemia-Nyx


Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 16

Height: 5'4"
Build: Lithesome.

Skin: Porcelain-white
Eyes: An intoxicating shade between amber and topaz
Hair Colour: Platinum, with tips of sky-blue
Hair Style: Long, shoulder-length, wavy with bangs
Typical Dress: Tempting, revealing. Long gloves of matching colours with her gown of dark colours. Shoulders always bared.

Typical Demeanor: Silent, flirtatious, implacable, enigmatic. Zénaïde possess a light smirk and a foxy grace, most often seen at the edge of a crowd or the corner of a room, surveying all around her. She does not blink and stare intensely to her conversational partners. Her smile is reserved for anger and disdain. In battle she utilise her agility and grace to dance around her opponents.

Voice: A silvery dulcet. She does not shout.

Other relevant details: She does not use makeup, and is uncanny in her ability to stay clean. She is a connoisseur that take surface wine exclusively. She carries a dagger and a pistol, sheathed and concealed.

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"Some people drink from the fountain of knowledge, others just gargle."

'Carpe noctum.' - Zénaïde Euphemia-Nyx : Recherché, Keen, Demiurgic.
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TheD3rp
TheD3rp
Posts: 17

1/31/2017
Lady Alexandra Blackwell (or "Alix" to her friends and confidants)


Gender: Female
Race: Homo sapiens
Age: Somewhere around 18 (Does it really matter in the Neath?)
Nationality: 75% English and proud of it, 25% German and only slightly less proud of it

Height: 5'4", 163 centimeters for those amphibians across the Channel from her home country
Build: Curvy and rather slim, the corset helps

Skin Color: Pale, not quite a ghost but getting there
Eye Color: Bright blue
Hair Color: Red
Hair Style: Long and smooth, reaching almost to her waist when flowing freely. That is, when it's flowing freely, as it spends most of its time in public done-up.

Usual Clothing Style: Very fond of crinolines, in fact she rarely wears anything else. They vary in size from "large" to "unnecessarily large" to "okay this is getting ridiculous your personal space is lucky she only wears these ones to formal events." The fact that she's willing to spend as much money on brightly colored fabrics and cages really speaks volumes about her. Other than her extravagant tastes in dresses, she can usually be found wearing elaborate hats and having a fan somewhere on her person. In rare but not unheard of cases she will brandish a parasol. She also generally wears a pair of gloves ranging from wrist to elbow in length and a pair of low-heeled boots. This attire naturally does not reveal much skin, and the biggest risk she takes in the scandal department is sometimes revealing a bit of cleavage during late-night functions.

Voice: High-pitched and soft, bordering on girlish. Has a love-hate relationship with this.

Demeanor: Very sociable and talkative, acts cutesy and feminine in public and uses it to her advantage. Somewhat smug and condescending, but not too much. Uses her fan just as well as any fencer uses their sword.

An assortment of other facts concerning Lady Blackwell:
  • In contrast to her feminine demeanor and apparel, many of Alix's interests could be considered tomboyish. She enjoys hunting, politics, history, horseback riding, and engineering.
  • Can hold her own in conversation with at least three men
  • Knows that her hedonism is starting to become a problem, doesn't really care
  • Oh, she can be very hedonistic sometimes
  • Will sometimes help those less fortunate out, provided it doesn't make her stray too far from her main objective
  • Unless she doesn't like them
  • Which is more common than you might expect, she is not one to easily forgive grudges




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My character, and a friendly reminder to vote for the Captivating Princess in the 1896 London Mayoral Election.
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Sandi Gummy
Sandi Gummy
Posts: 75

2/1/2017
Slyblue wrote:
Maxwell Bradford (Sorry if the image is a bit too dark! My phone's camera is agonizing by now)


The portrait is very cute! Did you draw it yourself?

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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Julia~Jokes

Hello all I am new xD
You can play chess or do things with me ^^
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Barse
Barse
Posts: 705

2/4/2017
It's about time I did one of these:

Captain Barselaar (The Scorched Sailor)

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Mid- to late-50s

Height: About 6”2’ ram-rod upright, but carries himself with a pronounced slouch.
Build: Stocky. Muscles taut and corded like old rigging, born of work and hardship as opposed to conscious effort.

Skin colour: Varied. Patches ghostly white and patches a painful red, the Sailor’s skin consists of one single, massive burn wound. Although long-ago healed, the burn has scarred in strange ways; raised welts trace oceanic swirls across face and forearm, while sunken recesses overlay his sternum. A thoughtless person might remark that he doesn’t look merely burned, but rather somehow… melted. A polite person wouldn’t mention it at all.

Eye colour: Grey, salt-spray and stormcloud.
Hair colour: What follicles remain unravaged are slowly turning white.
Hair style/quality: Bald, for the most part, and not by choice.

Usual clothing style: Understandably, he wishes to cover up as best as possible. In lieu of a single, large garment the Sailor prefers an unwieldy mass of ragged layers: waistcoats over shirts over shirts over undershirts, jackets under coats under other, larger overcoats. Nothing he wears is in good shape – apparel ranges from shabby to almost entirely disintegrated. Big old boots and fingerless gloves cover the extremities, and a selection of piled scarves, shawls and bandanas obscure as much of his face as he can manage. The overall effect is something akin to one of the less fashionable clothes-colonies.

Usual demeanour: Gruff, but not unfriendly. Keeps his responses short, unless drawn on something he is passionate about.

Voice: Hoarse and low, with nautical inflection.

Other remarkable details: Seeker-in-recovery, captain of a ship that Wolfstack’s stevedores maintain is haunted, cagey about revealing his name. Responds just as readily to “Captain” or “Sailor” as “Barselaar”.
edited by Barselaar on 2/5/2017

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The Scorched Sailor, up for most social actions and RP. Not as scary as he looks.
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OctaviaCrowe
OctaviaCrowe
Posts: 134

2/5/2017
Octavia Crowe (The Hellfaring Mystic)

Gender: Woman.

Age: Early fourties.

Height: 6'2

Hair Color: orange-red. Curly, kept in a rough ponytail with a scrap of leather.

Eyes: Covered with glowing neathglass spectacles, in deliberate imitation of Cosmogene specs.

Clothing: Well-tailored trousers, long and very archaic frock coat, both in black, the coat with dark grey frogging and steel buttons. Heavy reinforced boots.

Recovered seeker, quite enamoured of Hell, albeit cautiously. Known for metaphysical caprice, but not unwilling to sell her soul again, should she be offered a suitable price. Wears a brass ring, early third Malebolgean period, on her left index finger. Sometie s wears a leather bandolier with small soul bottles in stiffened leather cases, but isn't a spirifer. Burn scars on the right hand and wrist, dueling scar over the left eye. Tattoo on the back of her left hand, appears similar to a rune but is assuredly not Norse. The same rune is engraved on a heavy steel pendant she wears under her shirt.

Can often be found with a book. Or several.

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Ms. Octavia Crowe, the Hellfaring Mystic, former keeper of the Books of Brass. The Seeking... the Name... it has devoured... everything.
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Casper
Casper
Posts: 2

2/7/2017
I might as well do this, if only to have it all written down somewhere!

Vivian Levy (the Clever Storm-watcher)


Vivian Levy is a young person--how young is unclear; probably in their late twenties, but that is conjecture as they refuse to give a clear answer on the topic of their age, even to their friends and lovers. As indicated by the pronouns, Vivan prefers to avoid gender and gendered pronouns altogether, believing them to be completely useless, especially in the Neath. From what people know of their background, on the surface they were half-English and half-Italian, but at the moment if asked they would say their nationality was simply "from the Neath."

They're quite average in height, at around 5'7", and slimly built, androgynous and wiry rather than obviously muscled. They have light tan skin covered in freckles--souvenirs of the surface, they joke sometimes. Their eyes are brown (although if they continue in a series of dreams that they're stuck between dreading and looking forward to, that may change) and their hair is a similar color, cut in a bob that could hang loosely around their face but, when they're engaged in some serious work, will be tied back into a tiny ponytail.

Usually they dress in casual clothing, a button-up shirt that is somewhat battered and occasionally dusty depending on what they're doing; they wear trousers and suspenders over them, occasionally with a jacket but more likely not. When they're trying to dress up, be charming, or just have a good time, Vivian dresses in occasionally suits but more often nice dresses, with their most common outfit being an elegant blue-grey mermaid-style dress that flares outward at their knees and covers their shoes. They usually also wear a mask with this, more for the air of mystery than for any actual concealment. In all of their outfits, they favor blues and greys, with occasional touches of white or red.

They usually seem cheerful and charming, with acute knowledge of other people and a soft smile. They seem frank, but that often hides the fact that they aren't telling people things. Since coming to the Neath, they've started to carry an air of melancholy with them, and have a tendency to stare into space or across the water unspeaking, their eyes distant, never smiling. They have a pleasant voice, a low alto that often has self-deprecating sarcasm or a laugh inside it. They are skirting the edge of a prisoner's honey addiction carefully.

They have several lovers who they are fond of, but they never seem to have a large amount of emotional investment in them and aren't very upset when they break up. They are somewhat notorious for seducing people, which is only slightly exaggerated--they definitely are an unrepentant flirt, and in others' affairs they are a complete romantic who does their best to try to do what's best for everyone.

They desperately cling to the belief that in the end, well, all shall be well. It remains to be seen if that belief will, in the end, be shattered.

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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Vivian%20Levy
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Baron O.
Baron O.
Posts: 2

2/7/2017
I do love describing characters.

Baron O. (the Distractible Part-Timer)

Baron O. is a youthful gentleman, who can't remember his own age or birthday but is probably somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties. He's similarly muddled when it comes to his nationality, never getting more precise than "a bit from Europe, and a bit from Asia." He refuses to say what O. stands for, and depending on his mood he may pronounce it Oh, Zero, Circle or even Ring, but he doesn't like being called Baron.

He's of average height, but his thin build and angular features sometimes make him seem taller, when there's no one else around for comparison. Even before moving underground, his skin was quite pale. His black hair falls in rather unruly waves just down to his neck, and his narrow green eyes peer out from behind thick spectacles or sometimes goggles. His mustache is widely believed to be fake. He usually wears a stately but somewhat plain outfit in muted shades of black, grey and dark blue, as he'd rather draw attention through his actions than his appearance. He does allow himself one bit of decoration, an emerald-green scarf which he's never seen without. An artistic friend painted his portrait on one of the rare days when he actually looks fashionable:

(Created using http://www.dolldivine.com/dandy-maker.php)

At any rate, O.'s most notable quality, the one that earned him his moniker, is his tendency to jump from one passion or interest to another with a frankly alarming degree of spontaneity and enthusiasm. Yesterday he would stop at nothing to bring down Jack-of-Smiles once and for all, today he's on a one-man crusade to promote literacy among the Clay Men, and there's no knowing what he'll be up to tomorrow. Perhaps something involving tattoos, or the Correspondence, or (God forbid) both! With a quick wit, a deft hand, and an absurdly wide breadth of experience, he's a most effective fellow when he can keep his mind on task. But the moment something more interesting catches his eye, he'll completely forget whatever he was working on, although he'll usually find his way back to it eventually, since anything that snagged his interest once likely will again.

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"I've heard him called Oh, Zero, Circle and even Ring. He's a curious gentleman in every sense of the word."
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Slyblue
Slyblue
Posts: 220

2/7/2017
Sandi Gummy wrote:
Slyblue wrote:
Maxwell Bradford (Sorry if the image is a bit too dark! My phone's camera is agonizing by now)


The portrait is very cute! Did you draw it yourself?


Thank you! Yes, I did <3 It's been a while since I sketched him, so I decided to color him too. I'm working on Mlle's portrait now, though I'm tempted to try and sketch some of the characters in this thread. So many pretty people...~

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The Smiling Devil The Curt Licentiate The Keen-Eyed Captain

"For hearts of truest mettle, absence doth join and Time doth settle."
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