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Nuti
Nuti
Posts: 27

10/21/2014
I'm a visual person, and therefore it is a big plus to me if I can envision RP situations in my head. Therefore, a curious question struck me: What do your characters look like? Have you possibly ever drawn them (a picture is always worth thousand words! =D ). Get here to give your characters' distinctive marks!

As the starter of the thread, I show example (and go by list format because I like lists, but you can write things down however you want!). Pictures may come later.

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Lorelei Hale

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Around 18-22 (neither I know)

Height: Average
Build: Curvy, more towards heavier/pudgier side than to slender side. Does an ideal combo with a quality corset.

Skin color: Fair, even ghostly fair
Eye color: Pale blue
Hair color: Light brown (side note: I pondered this for a while. Since she was already a pretty stereotypical lustful woman, I didn't want to give her stereotypical hair color. So, I threw away blond. And ginger. And black. And chocolate brown. So light brown it is.)
Hair style/quality: Wavy, long hair. Usually sports her hair partially up, letting her fringe to fall on her face, tries to keep bohemian look.

Usual clothing style: Lorelei has a curvy, womanly body, and she knows that she has a curvy, womanly body. Therefore she doesn't shy to highlight it, if not otherwise then to get some lingering stares and to make a few individuals to crash at lamp posts. Bright colors, molding corsets, low necklines, and something to highlight the rear side are common parts of her clothing. Depending on the occasion, her attire is more revealing or less revealing. In situations in which she acknowledges that her sex appeal wouldn't work, she may grudgingly use higher collars.

Usual demeanor: Lorelei is flirting wherever she goes -- usually nonverbally.

Voice: Mezzosoprano, ranges from hysterical giggling to husky whispering.

Other remarkable details: -

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Herlinda Smith (She is kinda lot influenced by her cameo)

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Around 17-20 (neither I know)

Height: Average, perhaps slightly shorter side
Build: Very bony, non-soft, angular, very uncurvy, as if she didn't eat enough. Though she is building up muscle, though eventually she will have kinda similar slim build to a marathon runner.

Skin color: Fair, some people keep telling that her skin tone has greyish tint.
Eye color: Hazel
Hair color: Ash
Hair style/quality: Her hair is naturally VERY curly, and if she let it free, it would look almost like an afro. Therefore she uses hair rollers to tame her hair into corkscrew curls that she often ties back. When unextended, her hair almost reach her shoulders.

Usual clothing style: Herlinda is often described to dress like sparrow: all her clothes are either black-ish or grey-ish. She uses fitting jackets and usually sports a hat of sort. She can occasionally found wearing pants, too, if the circumstances demand it.

Usual demeanor: Herlinda has a bad posture and a tendency to glare people she doesn't quite trust.

Voice: Snappy. Sharp. Tired.

Other remarkable details: She has very angular face, and her usual expression could be described as "sharp". Due to her impatience to just sit down and let the time to take care of her wounds, she often has some kind of bandage being wrapped somewhere or slowly healing scars. She also has trouble with sleeping, which partially explains her frequent exhausted expression. Her expression is perpetually serious and grim, matching with her usual mood.

EDIT: And here comes the picture. Unsurprisingly, Lorelei is the one on left, Herlinda is the one on right.


edited by Nuti on 10/21/2014

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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Lorelei~Hale
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Herlinda
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Tystefy
Tystefy
Posts: 438

7/9/2017
Tystefy

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

Gentleman Butler (Actual Name “Dubious”)

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Human Height: 6'1
Age: Old...like a butler should be.
Hair Color: Stark White
Skin Color: White. Pale-ish-ly so.
Eye Color: Blue
Usual Appearance: Gloriously mustached, bald. Generic butler garb and white gloves. Shares a top hat with Tystefy.
Demeanor: ... Butler. Silent. Stoic. Carries Tystefy with practiced care.
Voice: Will speak when required.
Remarkable Qualities: Do not ask about that one incident involving a certain stick.
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edited by Tystefy on 5/12/2018

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Will sometimes return to post absurdity.
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Yoannete
Yoannete
Posts: 14

11/28/2017
I am close to finishing a portrait of my character Yoannete:



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Yoannete – just an author living with way too many animal companions (portrait!)
They/them pronouns for both character and me.
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Jack Blackstone
Jack Blackstone
Posts: 124

8/1/2017
Well Here is a Poster of my Characters next performance at Mahogany Hall!


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http://echobazaar.failbettergames.com/Profile/Jack~Blackstone
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Teaspoon
Teaspoon
Posts: 866

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

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

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Truth lies at the bottom of a well.

https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Alt%20Ern
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Zareen Bakara
Zareen Bakara
Posts: 66

8/12/2015
Zareen Bakara

Gender: Female.
Race: Human (half Persian, half Abyssinian).
Age: Appears to be in her mid to late twenties, though her short stature and slender build can make her seem much younger if viewed from a distance or while wearing a disguise.
Height: 157cm (5’2”).
Weight: 51kg (112lb).


Build: Slender, with an hourglass figure.
Skin colour: Café au lait.
Eye colour: Warm brown.
Hair colour: Very dark brown, almost black.


Hair style: Her long hair is worn up in public, piled on top of the head in an intricate bun; it is only allowed to fall free in private.
Clothing style: Typically wears well-made, unostentatious dresses that do not stand out (save to those with an eye for fine tailoring), along with a Persian scarf. Reserves glamorous style and elaborate jewellery for special events (the image at the end of this post shows her appearance on one such occasion).


Voice: A gentle alto. Her accent is British, with a slight Middle Eastern lilt.
Usual demeanour: Polite, kind, and intellectual. Carries herself with excellent posture. Can grow very passionate and outspoken when touching on matters that are important to her. Seems to have an overall air of naïveté, in the sense of expecting better from the average person than a seasoned individual would consider wise. However, this naïveté is blunted somewhat by the way she always keeps an eye to her surroundings in the Neath, as if she does not fully trust the environment in which she finds herself (though some would say that she still trusts it far too much). Her extreme suspicion is reserved for those who assist or are aligned with Hell and/or the Masters. Caution evaporates in the presence of trusted people, with whom she becomes very warm and unguarded.


Likes: The Surface, sunlight, natural beauty, family, children, charity, intelligence, kindness, hope, romance, loyalty, music, philosophy, theology, history, literature (both writing and reading), tea, spices, baked goods, chocolate, fruit, elegant clothing, perfume, things related to Persia and Abyssinia.
Dislikes: The Neath (in spite of liking many of its people), the Masters of the Bazaar, God’s Editors, devils, the soulless, bawdiness, gambling, greed, arrogance, dishonesty, hypocrisy, manipulation, prejudice, taking unnecessary risks, preying on vulnerable people, bad smells, damp, swamps, darkness.


Occupation: Author. In spite of appearing in London relatively recently, she has achieved unusually quick success in the publishing world. This is made even more puzzling by the fact that she does not seem to dedicate the majority of her time to writing but to investigating… something. Something very personal.


An image of Miss Bakara, as seen at a musical evening held in the salon of her friend, Mr. Andrew Astherson:


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An authoress of Persian and Abyssinian origins, come to London on a personal matter. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Zareen~Bakara
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Estelle Knoht
Estelle Knoht
Posts: 1751

12/5/2015
Gender: Female
Race: Human - presumably of Chinese and British descent given her family in Hong Kong
Age: 17, as of 1893. Arrived in Fallen London in 1889.

Height: 146.26 since 1888..... and still there. One day she will hit her growth spurt! In the meantime she is frequently interrupted by adoring pats on the head by assorted aunts, monster-hunters and even fellow urchins.

Build: Lack muscles. Slightly plump, enough to let the world know she has suffered little hardship.

Skin: Probably beige? Too stupid to tell, in or out of character.

Eye: Normally black, currently stormy-eyed. Unfortunately, Estelle is not threatening enough to complement her stormy-eyes, so she just look confused and dazzled with the swirling cloud on her iris.

Hair: Black. Frustratingly lacks both luster and the ability to blend in the darkest night, or something. Usually in double side ponytail - enjoying it while youth last!

Usual clothing style: Anything that is comfortable, easy to put on, and preferrably presentable everywhere from bedroom to bathroom, Spite to Palace, Corpsecage to Carnelian Coast. Frustratingly kiddy as a result. (It is not like she didn't try - but that subtle and sophisticated business just didn't work out.)

Voice
: Smooth and chirpy. Sounds like she is perpetually happy and interested. Alas not capable of anything else, even in extreme situation. Or maybe she just had it easy so far?

Demeanor: Perpetually interested and awed by everything! Cheerful and compassionate with the attention span of a goldfish. Persistently optimistic.

Less flatteringly, weak-willed and fear confrontations. She yields easily to opposition superficially, but refuse to learn in these cases, yet not defiant enough to stand her ground. Genuinely naïve due to her luck in avoiding the crueler side of the Neath so far.

Extremely dependent - she needs companions, or at least something to latch into. She can go out alone, sure, but if she encounter something that moves, she latches. Deep beneath, she has taken an odd liking to ganging up people and enjoying numerical advantage, but she is generally too nice to get into that sort of situations.

She meant well - and prefers everyone to come out from a situation with what they want. Generally at a loss when dealing with hostilities, which contributes to her dependency.

Occupation: In the past, waitress, courier, odd jobs there and here. It's all about making friends with everything and coasting by on their goodwill. Somewhere along the way, she got a few bestsellers out and is now living by collecting rent. Currently running an orphanage, where she provides an out for urchins unwilling to spend their life on the street. She is not treated with especial respect from them, but affections are present.

She is technically a Notary at the Mysterie of Writers of Court Letters, but the Mysterie is more interested in the orphans in her care - several has displayed an exceptional proficiency for this line of work. She herself is definitely not. As a result, most of her paycheck actually goes directly to the children in questions.

An overly flattering portrait hanged at her lodgings and normally vandalized:
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edited by Estelle Knoht on 12/5/2015

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Estelle Knoht, a juvenile, unreliable and respectable lady.
I currently do not accept any catbox, cider, suppers, calling cards or proteges.
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Mr Sables
Mr Sables
Posts: 597

12/8/2015
Hobnail wrote:
MY SOUL IS MAPPED
[spoiler]

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So many pokeballs . . .
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nyana
nyana
Posts: 11

10/29/2018
Drawing I made of my main character, Lacri, a looong time ago! Back when I first started playing, a year ago smile




Demeanor: Soft-spoken and sweet. Which heavily contrast with her occultist side and very... ah, peculiar company and interests. She's still pretty friendly if loopy and is approachable.





edited by nyana on 11/7/2018

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The Ethereal Versifier ; Glasswoman & writer. Bohemian-alligned. Friendly and dreamy, known to many a devil or thug. Open for chess games, coffees, packages and loitering.

The Rambunctious Navigator (Bag a Legend) ; Monster-Hunter & cartographer. Ex-naval officer, always followed by two-fisted rats. Open for sparring, coffees, loitering and chess games.

The Lethargic Enforcer (Nemesis) ; Licentiate & ocassional undercover. Weary but dangerous, has a fondness for honey. Open for sparring, loitering, coffees and boxed cats.
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gronostaj
gronostaj
Posts: 403

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



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

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

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Gronostaj (pl. Ermine), a decadent duellist of mysterious and indistinct gender. Seeker. Willing to die- but not of boredom. Open to all social actions, including the harmful ones.
Soft-Spoken Surgeon, a doctor who owes an onerous debt. Professor of medicine at the University by day, at criminal employ by night. Open to all non-harmful social actions.
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Hobnail
Hobnail
Posts: 179

12/8/2015
MY SOUL IS MAPPED



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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hobnail
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malthaussen
malthaussen
Posts: 1060

10/8/2015
Malthaussen

Gender: Male
Race: Human
National Origin: United States
Age: Old enough to know better

Height: 6-0 (or 1.83 meters for those of you who prefer the new-fangled style)
Build: Solid (large-boned, short fingers, weighs approx 200 lb or 91 kilos)

Skin color: Very pale
Eye color: Grey (spit or gin-colored, if you will)
Hair color: Molten copper
Hair style/quality: Parted on the left, long enough to cover the ears
Facial Hair: Clean-shaven, no sideboards
Distinguishing Marks: Has an old scar where no-one but the most intimate of acquaintances is likely to see it.

Usual clothing style: Minimalist, except he has a fondness for archaic lace cravats and cuffs.
On special occasions, can be very fly indeed.

Usual demeanor: Situational, but reserved in company. Introverted. Amiable, but not one to suffer fools, gladly or otherwise.

Voice: Medium Baritone/Philadelphia dialect with touches of Pittsburgh

Other notable details: Affects a pipe, has some tendency towards nearsightedness.

Other personal quirks: Has been known to commit poetry, but always washes his hands
afterwards. Is perhaps more fond of irony than is good for anyone. Prefers to go uncovered,
although it would be ungracious to suggest that this is because he is vain of his hair.

-- Mal
edited by malthaussen on 10/9/2015

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"Of two choices, I always take the third."
Will do all socials except Loitering or Private Evenings (all my Free Evenings are accounted for), and Affluent Photographer Betrayals only, please. I am not currently accepting calling cards.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/malthaussen
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hedgefruit
hedgefruit
Posts: 2

10/29/2018
I made a reference sheet for my character a while back, which was really fun to draw?

edited by hedgefruit on 10/29/2018

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Clem Larch, A Novice Strategian
Open to social requests and roleplaying!
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La Melusine
La Melusine
Posts: 7

12/7/2015
La Melusine

Gender: La, not le.

Race: Mais pourquoi?

Age:
Older than you ought to guess, if you want to be respectable.

General dimensions:
Lithe in a disquieting (differently musculatured?) sort of way. When affronted, she always seems to stretch taller than you might expect.

Complexion:
Wan, with large inscrutable eyes.

Countenance:
Expressive and changeable, with dominant moods of anger, sorrow, and keeping her own counsel.

General appearance:
Her appearance is always meticulous, with a great deal set on personal hygiene. If she permits you to press close, expect a strange smell to linger on your clothes (some have smelled myrtle, others swear by rose water, and a very few can only describe it as "musky"). She dresses like she is used to finery. She wears her clothes like she's about to shed them. But you might not want her to.

General demeanor:
Aristocratic and French. But there's something wrong. Don't ask her too many direct questions.

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"'Ha, valyaunt Serseul, how ofte haue I sene your mortal enemyes tofore your presence that neuer ye were aferd, and now for a serpent of femenyne nature ye shake for fere..."
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Dio Ermine
Dio Ermine
Posts: 16

10/31/2015
A double feature, of rough accuracy.


Dio Ermine (myself) pictured left, along with my partner and spouse, J-------.
We are the strange folk, staring in the corner.

Drawn for Inktober.
edited by Dio Ermine on 10/31/2015

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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Dio~Ermine
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Andrew Astherson
Andrew Astherson
Posts: 118

6/10/2015
Andrew Astherson




Gender: Male
Race: Human, Metis (Euro-Arian / Tatar)
Age: visually - 31

Height: 177 cm. (5'77 feet)
Weight: 88 kg. (13.85 stones)
Build: somatotype 3-5-2
Stocky and beefy: strong chest, shoulders and hips; thick neck; slightly smaller palms and feet; muscles are heavy but not very textured.
Skin color: Warm beige
Eye color: Blue-green (fluorite)
Hair color: Charcoal black
Hair style: Short haircut (half-box),
Facial hair: Two days old bristle.
General agility: fast-paced, a bit pounding and determined gait; his movements are "bestially" agile, which contradicts with his rather "bearish" constitution.
Voice: deep, rather low and little bit gruff baritone.

Clothing style: dark salt-grey greatcoat Is worn upon light lacquered cuirass; fragments of lacquered shoulder armor attached upon the greatcoat; heavy belt with sheath for a curved knife and ammo pockets holds dark-grey uniform trousers; black leather gloves are armored with light chitin plates; shoes resemble laborers models yet made of some strange material and, surprisingly, armored with chitin and iron plates; there’s some weird monocle chained to the greatcoat near the right chest pocket.

Personality type: LSI-SE (Logical sensing introtim with developed sensorics) / ISTJ-T

Occupation: Independent monster-hunter, personal entrepreneur, drill sergeant for hire.

Likes: firearms, history, fencing, tales of faraway lands and exotic beasts, myths and legends, lots of music genres,chants, bakery, berries, bakery with berries, tea with balms, ham, cheese, bakery with ham, bakery with cheese, bakery with ham and cheese, charismatic persons, charismatic persons with baking skills, academics, migrants, some animals, surface and its nature.
Dislikes: arrogant, lewd, snobbish people, racists, politicians, criminals, con artists, alcoholics, narcomaniacs, perverts of all sorts, cavernous / nautical bestialities and abominations, undead, devils, fish dishes, mushrooms, mushroom spores, alcohol, tobacco smoke, rust,

Demeanor: While being very introtimous, he exploits his multi-layered social "shell"
- On public / with strangers: Coldly polite, honest and austere, suspicious and judging, dislikes being at the center of attention, prefers to choose with whom to communicate (hunter's approach); usually laconic and pragmatic but likes to shoot with very cynical jokes from time to time; not very conflicting - withholds aggression to the certain level, and if offender breaks that level - applies some particularly brutal feats of violence; unforgetful and unforgiving. His public behavior may be described as a rather sinister sort of "Antihero" cliche.
- With trusted acquaintances / people of interest: More positive, merry and self-ironic, quite benevolent, dependable and honest; rich on the pieces of advice, eager to help, likes to tell a bit rude anecdotes as well as exotic stories. This line of demeanor is probably close to the "noble savage" cliche.
- With those few allowed under his "shell": surprisingly loyal stalwart with hypertrophied defensive instincts, behaves as the "pack's" backbone, caring to the degree when some may find his care a bit oppressing.
- In the field: Pragmatic, cunning, merciless and exceptionally violent, unless accompanied by some of his friends. Tries to remain calm, but prone to the manic sort of frenzy while being under heavy pressure. Rather not sadistic - he cares about efficiency, what presumes calculation of the risks / time factor / needed strength combination. Usually behaves wickedly operative and persistent, unless such attitude turns to be uneffective.
Other: does not drink alcohol, does not smoke, does not consume narcotics and other psychotropic essences, does not know how to dance, does know how to provide first aid and to treat traumas, has perfectionistic inclinations.


How did this testosteronic adoration get here ? You may find that out .
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Clement Mustela




Gender: Male
Race: Human, Euro-arian
Age: somewhere between 26-29

Height: 182 cm. (5'97 feet)
Weight: 69 kg. (10.86 stones)
Build: somatotype 2-2-4
Quite average and unremarkable proportion of fat and muscle mass; rather tall; muscles are not textured
Skin color: Celtic pale
Eye color: Grey-blue (pale topaz)
Hair color: Chestnut brunette
Hair style: Medium and youthfully messy
Facial hair: none.
General agility: lightly-paced, little bit clumsy (in an adorable way), able to move silently and (in some fe___n' urgent situations) very fast .
Voice: warm tenor

Clothing style: tidy jackets, semi-formal trousers, mirror-polished boots, classy accessories like an exquisite watch. He prefers rather formal suits, but sometimes he can dress quite bizarre.

Personality type: EIE-ET (Ethical intuitive extrotim with developed ethics) / ENFJ-T

Occupation: Watcher, part-time detective, jack-of-all-trades.


Likes: Travels, variability, some fine read, fine beverages, fine food, fine (if not exotic) company, small towns, lovely hamlets and province as a category, children, critters, corvuses, music, being merry and casual.
Dislikes: unforeseen emergencies, monstrous acts of behavior, maniacs, hereditary aristocracy, visual and behavioral arrogance, overzealous clergy, bankers, usurers, cockroaches, huge towns, excessive drama, being gravely serious.


Demeanor: Very outgoing, social and friendly. Some think that he could have become a fine diplomat, other say that he is a natural teacher. The fact that no one ever seen him enraged draws attention of various pugilists, sailors, criminals, and other bully types. Hopefully, he has many friends who can protect him in threatening situations. Despite being an Irishman, he likes culture events, music, and good literature. His liveliness granted him with the ability to come along with many social groups and strata. If conflict or trouble emerges, he tries to defuse it by all reasonable means. Some may say that he preserved that certain youthful spirit (probably because he behaves like an overgrown child when being in a mischievous mood). Truth to be told, he is quite vulnerable and turbulent, but his strong (if not stubborn) optimism helps him not to yield to this wold's wickedness and cruelty.
Other: though he prefers to eat either than to cook, he is a semi-decent cook; may burst into dance when drunk; has a bite spot on his back (though he never tells who bit him and in what circumstances); likes to sing when no one listens.
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Andrew Astherson - heavy-tempered, rapacious but reliable menace of slavonic-tatar origin.
Clement "don't you call me Clem!" Mustela - merry and licentious to a stupid degree Irishman-detective
> My lads appearances ; Astherson's short backstory

> Seeking for RP partner(s), are you ? This thread might be the right place.
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Lady Sapho Byron
Lady Sapho Byron
Posts: 725

10/23/2014
From the files of the Constabulary


Lady Sapho L. Byron


A lady in her late 20s, of Welsh descent.
Build: svelt, lithe, supple; of average height.
Hair: bright red; voluminous, thick, slightly wavy; worn in ever-changing styles from faux-casual dishevel to intricately complex pilings; a source of vanity.
Eyes: green.
Skin: pale, a spray of freckles across her nose and high cheeks.
Dress: ranges from expensively au courant low-cut gowns to playfully bohemian to men’s coat and trousers; appearance is calculated to attract attention; colors are usually green, red, and black; almost always wears a choker and scarlet stockings, socks, or boots.
Profession: poet, authoress, academic, fancies herself a pirate [here the word “yar” appears to have been effaced].
Personality: loves to be the center of attention; favorite topic of conversation is herself; hedonist; vain; near-constant consumer of caffeine; almost always appears lazily at ease; often displays a playful and teasing demeanor; is fond of cats; shows an inordinate interest in sharp objects, Rubbery Men, and Clay Men; has a weakness for bookshops and books.
Illegal activities: none know, but known authoress of morally deplorable literature; enjoys shocking and titillating the masses; probably has sold soul; suspected of possessing much dangerous and salacious literature; suspected of illegal dueling (a keen observer will often see her limping or favoring some body part or other); suspected in a variety of thefts; prime suspect in the “Glaaki-Blacmange Incident”.

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    Fighting the Menace of Corsetry Since 1892.
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    Vivienne Thursday
    Vivienne Thursday
    Posts: 41

    11/23/2014
    Vivienne Redgrave

    Gender: Female

    Race: S̶u̶c̶c̶u̶b̶u̶s̶ Human

    Age: Mid-twenties

    Height: 5'6"-ish

    Build: Usually quite curvy, but being far too proud to feast on rat when she arrived nearly penniless from the surface, she risked becoming the worst cliche of all, an actual starving artist, before finding an over-ambitious pair of devils eager to play the role of benefactors. In the interim, a slightly tighter corset gave the illusion that her assets remained intact. Now that she is becoming successful in her own right, she's only a few good meals away from returning to her usual shapely form.


    Skin color: Currently golden brown from a considerable amount of time spend lolling in the sun somewhere on the Continent. Her face and forehead are covered with freckles that are roughly the same shade as her hair. She is unsure if the familiar spots will fade in the Neathy gloom.

    Eye color: Grey, generally bemused, as if nearly everything they take in is a delightful turn of events. This is fueled in equal parts by opportunism and optimism.

    Hair color: A bright and vibrant strawberry blonde. Her fellow minor poets amuse themselves by coming up with ever more elaborate metaphors to describe it.

    Hair style/quality: Long and wavy, she wears it in a variety of styles depending on whim and the occasion.

    Usual clothing style: Favours modern, well-cut dresses in bright, cheerful colours, as if challenging one not to notice her. She prefers not to wear hats, knowing that her hair is one of her best features. Sometimes dons a beguiling mask for... well, the obvious reason.

    Usual demeanor: Vivienne is bright and articulate, but easily bored. As a rule, the only challenge she willingly takes on is mastering new outlets and forms for her art, but now and again will apply herself to one cause or another if the spirit moves her. If she thinks it's in her best interest to do so, she can be devastatingly charming. Catching her interest is not particularly difficult, as she is genuinely curious and quite perceptive, but keeping it is a challenge few master. To the tacit relief of many men's wives, she has recently been seen on the arm of one handsome gentleman to the exclusion of all others, a noteworthy occasion indeed.

    Voice: Warm and melodic. Usually flirty with... everyone, actually. (Even a lowly coalman might have his uses some day.) She often seems like she is about to laugh, and usually manages to make it not sound mocking.

    Other remarkable details:

    • The talented but spoiled youngest child of a well-to-do family, Vivienne has lived a charmed life, flitting from one artists' enclave to the next as her caprice and Bohemian circle dictated. After years abroad, she surprised everyone (even herself) by returning home to England in the wake of some probably scandalous incident, the facts of which have somehow stayed buried despite a swirling storm of gossip. She stayed only very briefly with her family before announcing with no small amount of drama that she meant to go to seek her fortune in London. Her father cheerfully wished her well but cut off all financial support, in the hope that finally needing to finally provide for herself would be a challenge she would refuse. He was wrong.
    • While painting is her first and most constant love, she also dabbles in other forms of artistic expression: charcoal sketchwork, pen-and-ink line drawings, a bit of sculpture once in a great while, and most recently, poetry. Her readings at the Singing Mandrake have been garnering her quite a bit of attention of late, but she mostly considers that success a stepping stone to being recognised for her visual works.
    • Being independent for the first time in her life has been surprisingly satisfying, but she sometimes still succumbs to using her charm to gain favours instead of working for them. It doesn't count as using people if they're so eager to help, does it?


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    Vivienne Thursday:
    Artist • Author • F̶l̶i̶r̶t̶ Wife
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    Fletcher Doyle
    Fletcher Doyle
    Posts: 5

    2/24/2017
    Fletcher Doyle
    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: 24

    Height: Sometimes hard to judge considering the way he stoops to avoid braining himself on doorways and chandeliers and the like. In an effort to even remotely fit in, he’s often apologizing for all of his six foot seven inches with a perpetual, half-embarrassed, half-hearted shrug.
    Build: A veritable daddy long legs; lanky, but lean thanks to Fletcher’s rather frustrated fencing instructor. Fletcher has all the makings of a good swordsman if only he’d apply real effort.

    Skin color: Fair skinned, although he’s known to flush easily much to his chagrin.
    Eyes: A bright and cheerful sky blue - not that he’s ever seen such a sight.
    Hairstyle/quality: Curly, sandy blond, cut short and roguishly tousled just above the ear.

    Usual clothing style: Colorful and ever changing with the latest fashion trends, Fletcher is a paragon of dandies and rather proud of it.
    Usual demeanor: Genial and gregarious, Fletcher likes to think of himself as charismatic and personable. That often remains to be seen as he’s rather over-confident and sometimes lacks a certain sense of self-awareness when it comes to social blunders.

    Voice: Tenor; a smooth drawl when he’s especially bored, and a rambling waterfall when he’s excited or nervous.
    Other remarkable details: Outside of his height and his charming looks, Fletcher is remarkably unremarkable as far as dandies go.
    edited by Fletcher Doyle on 10/26/2017

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    - Appearance -
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    Mel Lawrence
    Mel Lawrence
    Posts: 9

    10/1/2018
    Dr. Mel Lawrence
    The Gentleman Scientist



    "Is it... supposed to turn that color?"


    Gender: Female, though she largely presents as male
    Race: Human
    Age: 29, or thereabouts. Because of her masculine garb she often gets mistaken for a man of 25 or younger, considering her lack of facial hair or strong musculature.


    Height: 182 cm (6’)
    Build: Tall and thin, as if she were stretched out like taffy sometime in the past and never quite snapped back. Her tendencies to go days without eating, absorbed in an experiment or conundrum, contribute to her emaciated appearance. She often wears shoulder pads and bandages around her chest to disguise her more feminine attributes.


    Skin color: As pale as the grave, made almost translucent from so long belowground. The skin on her hands is burned by chemicals and sunlight. Sunlight? All the way down here?
    Eye color: Striking green, with deep, sleepless shadows beneath them.
    Hair color: A brown so dark it looks black.
    Hair style/quality: Thick, straight, and parted on the left, kept masculine and short by her own careful scissors. Often in disarray or perpetually combed to one side from her anxious fingers toying with it during some late-night scientific vigil.


    Usual clothing style: Mel can often be found in the garb of a slightly old-fashioned French gentleman- a red double-breasted waistcoat, brown trousers, and a cream button-down rolled up to the elbows. Her cravat is usually scorched or smells distinctly of chemicals, and she often has a bloodstained bandage wrapped around some part of her person from one scientific accident or another. She also enjoys sharp suits in outlandish colors- burgundy being her favorite- and carries a carpetbag with her medical supplies. When she's performing 'Feats of Science!!' in Mahogany Hall, she chooses an impractically large white coat with scorched sleeves, and her green-lensed eye protection gives her the appearance of a crazed insect. A zailor you met at the Singing Mandrake said he saw her in a dress once, but you haven't seen hide nor hair of him since.


    Usual demeanor: Cheerful, charming, and polite, but with a distinct self-destructive streak and an insatiable curiosity that often puts her at odds with conventional society. She'll talk your ear off about her research any day of the week, but there's a sense of anxious, manic instability to her intense gaze, her fidgeting hands, her half-comprehensible monologues full of words like 'dephligosticated gas' and 'bathynautic spheres.' Her constant motion and preternatural energy always seem to be on the cusp of wasting her slim frame away like a sliver of wood heated by a magnifying glass. At parties, she comes across as witty and intelligent, though she can be a bit too honest when drunk- which, let's face it, is more often than is strictly healthy.


    Voice: Her accent is interesting, reminiscent of East London before the Fall, but heavily repressed by high-class Received Pronunciation. For those meeting her for the first time, the highness of her voice is often the first clue that she isn't a gentleman, as it's one aspect of herself she chooses not to disguise. After all, she talks so much it would be a near-impossible task to check every word she says for the correct pitch!


    Other remarkable details:
    Mel doesn't actually use male pronouns or pretend to be a man anymore. She spent a long time in disguise on the Surface in order to attend University and grew comfortable with a more masculine gender presentation. However, since coming to the Neath and discovering the freedom of moralities that the dark permits, she's been gradually readjusting to being more honest about her gender. This transition displays itself in the peculiarities of her language- for instance, she would refer to herself as a "Gentleman Scientist" and not a "Lady Scientist." Still, she probably won't tell you that she's female- she just wouldn't lie to you if you asked.


    The skin beneath her button-down is crisscrossed by scars- not the scars you would associate with a gentleman scientist, but knife marks, hook gouges, rope burns. A sailor's scars, each treated as carefully as possible so they only show as fine, white lines across her torso. There are even remnants of sea-trained muscle, made soft and blurred by years of alcoholism and poor eating habits.


    There's a small scar through her right eyebrow. Don't ask her about it, but perhaps with a few glasses of wine and a great deal of convincing, she'll tell you of her own accord why she is afraid of the smell of cedar and earth.
    edited by Mel_Lawrence on 10/19/2018
    edited by Mel_Lawrence on 12/12/2018

    --
    "You may not know who I am, but you're going to."
    Currently open for all social actions:
    Mel Lawrence, a doctor and scientist with a strong hedonistic and independent streak. Her eccentricities and insanities are tolerated in high society only because of the novelty of her ideas.
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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.

    [spoiler]

    [/spoiler]

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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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    The Absurd Rogue
    The Absurd Rogue
    Posts: 1049

    6/30/2016
    Alias: El Topo


    Age: Way too old to be acting like this


    Gender: Do we even still ask?


    Height: Taller than you'd think.


    Weight: Fatter than you'd hope.

    General Appearance: With a shock of auburn hair and a pointed beard and mustache, he recalls images of that one Bohemian who played the devil in that play. It's illegal to show in theaters now, which should be telling. He likes to wear black because he thinks it makes him look less fat. He's not that fat. Yes, you are. No, I'm not. Yes, you are, stop interrupting.

    Voice: Nyaaaggh. Neee. Nyehehe. The voice that you made reading those is probably pretty close to what his voice sounds like.

    Favorite Food: Grilled rat.

    Skin Color: Wet Bread

    Eye Color: Love

    Hair Color: Extreme Love

    --
    "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

    RemainProfane#2532
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    A Dimness
    A Dimness
    Posts: 613

    8/9/2016
    It's not hard to picture your OC when he looks exactly like every other Tomb-Colonist out there. Perhaps he has a slightly more energetic tread and perhaps he drinks his Black Widows Absinthe by the bottle, but he's still a miserable pile of dusty bones clad in bandages. Except the bandages sometimes writhe.

    --
    A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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    Diptych
    Diptych
    Administrator
    Posts: 3394

    10/22/2014
    What a fun thread! Let me see... I have a clearer idea of some of my characters than of others. I can't really do Sir Frederick, because, being an overt self-insert and a case of blatant wish-fulfilment, he looks exactly like me... except, because he spends his days adventuring and finding treasure while I spend mine reading old maps and moderating charming internet forums, he's considerably healthier and more expensively dressed. But, in case you were wondering... quite tall; broad; neither skinny nor fat; long hair transitioning from chestnut to silver; short beard; style concept is "amiable, reclusive aesthete". So, moving on to the others...

    Reginald, Lord Hubris

    Human, male, Anglo-Saxon. Mid thirties. Very tall - about six and a half feet - and built like a heavyweight boxer. Fair hair, cut quite short and parted to the side, and a thick moustache. His chiselled features and bold blue eyes might be described as handsome, were they not marred by a perpetual scowl. Wears a monocle in his left eye.

    In dress, Hubris hovers between 'conservative' and 'melodramatic'. He keeps the typical wardrobe of an English gentleman - suits in a range of subdued blacks, blues and greys for business in town, and practical tweed costumes for country pursuits. When he wishes to be comfortable, he falls back on a brown woolen suit with a cap to match. When he wishes to make a statement, he adopts a black frock coat and a heavy opera cape that add to his already considerable bulk. Stout boots and a heavy stick add a practical touch to these ensembles.

    His speech and manner could be summarised as "gruff". He has a deep voice, and speaks with the casual matter-of-factness of the country nobility. His stony countenance does occasionally soften; in the company of society chums or business associates, he has been known to break into a certain rough humour, and young children have the power to produce something resembling actual affection from him.

    Juniper Brown

    Juniper is a girl of, oh, thirteen or so. She's of mixed European stock, with a triangular face, keen amber eyes, pronounced cheekbones and a mass of dark hair. In her first few years in the Neath, living on her own and with few means, she was malnourished and underdeveloped. Since becoming self-sufficient, she has grown considerably, but she is still rather on the small and slight side for her age.

    She dresses for warmth and practicality over fashionability, and prefers large garments that conceal her precise age and figure. A typical outfit might be a belted canvas coat, heavy trousers, a boots, a soft cap and a muffler. When invited to social occasions, she wears a boy's dinner-suit, which gives her a certain air of mystery and novelty.

    Her attitude is withdrawn, pragmatic, and, to a certain degree, fatalistic. She has a diverse set of acquaintances, but few close friends. A devout, if rather unorthodox, Christian, she blends what she remembers of Surface-sermons with scraps she's picked up in the secret corners of London.

    Esther Ellis-Hall

    Esther is my newest character, and I don't have all of my notes on her to hand. To sum up: she's of East African descent, moderately tall, and athletic in build. She has dark, reddish-brown hair, which she wears in an up-to-date style, high and loose. Her face is youthful, with round, freckled cheeks and a prominent chin.

    Her dress is always fashionable, with a number of military influences - particularly the pelisse style of coat and gown, with decorous frogging and epaulettes. She favours a palette of pale creams and golds, accessorised with ruddy browns. She at all times carries a custom ratwork variant of the Webley British Bull Dog revolver.

    Her manner is charming and confident, whether she's meeting dignitaries at a Palace salon or addressing a socialist meeting. More interested in other people's stories than her own, she reveals little about her own background.
    edited by Sir Frederick Tanah-Chook on 12/5/2014

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    Sir Frederick, the Libertarian Esotericist. Lord Hubris, the Bloody Baron.
    Juniper Brown, the Ill-Fated Orphan. Esther Ellis-Hall, the Fashionable Fabian.
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    Kolanowski
    Kolanowski
    Posts: 148

    8/20/2015
    Here comes the edge train, don't cut yourselves!

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    Kazimierz Kolanowski
    The Degenerate Cultsman

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Nationality: Polish
    Age: 36
    Height: 5'8"
    Weight: 101 kg/~222 lbs.

    Build: Manages to be both fat and muscular, like a Sumo wrestler
    Skin colour: White, rather pale
    Eye colour: Jet black irises, making pupils rather unnervingly invisible
    Hair colour: Jet black
    Accent: heavy Polish, which native Londoners often mistake for Russian

    Other remarkable details: People's hair and eyes are not normally this black!

    Clothing style: Usually seen in a well-maintained suit of some sort, depending on the situation, but always with a preference for dark colours, such as black or dark grey. Never without at least one pocket filled with a hip-flask, and at least one sleeve equipped with a hidden knife sheath.

    Usual demeanour: Mr Kolanowski's Abstraction did not take away much from his true nature. While it is correct that after that unfortunate (or was it?) affair with a deviless, he became a bit more calm and collected when in polite company, that has always been simply a callous façade, even before he traded his soul for earthly delights. In truth, if anything changed, it was for the worse. Although jovial and helpful when there is profit to be made, Kolanowski quickly drops this mask before people and creatures he deems beneath him (that is, almost everyone), uncovering all the layers upon layers of heartlessness, greed, sadistic cruelty and pure, burning hatred for all living things - an insanity which has plagued him since early childhood, for reasons unknown. Kazimierz, however, hides this disgust very well. It is usually too late when his victims find out about his deceitful, degenerate ways.

    Likes: Accumulation of wealth, extreme physical stimuli (both pleasure and pain), good business, forbidden literature, games of deceit, luxury, things occult... and something not wholly defined, that he calls the Maw of Eridanus.
    Dislikes: Clergymen and Constables (at least those that cannot be corrupted), boredom, business competitors, the "filthy lower class".

    Occupation: Officially, respectable businessman. Unofficially: consummate killer, spirifer, thief, demagogue, dealer in things illegal, professional deviant and leader of a small congregation, the "Listeners of the Maw of Eridanus".


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    Man, 85% of characters described in this thread would hate mine's guts.

    --
    Kazimierz Kolanowski, gentleman, scholar, humble servant of the Maw. Chaotic Evil. Open to all social actions & accepting almost all requests. Might sell you to Satan for a single corn chip.
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    Charlotte_de_Witte
    Charlotte_de_Witte
    Posts: 360

    11/21/2015


    Charlotte de Witte

    Gender:
    Female.
    Race: The 4.10 at Epsom.
    Age: Younger than the picture in the attic.

    Height: 170cm/5'6"
    Build: Lissom.

    Skin colour: Pellucid drifting to pallid.
    Eye colour: Stormy.
    Hair colour: Dark brown/black.
    Hair style/quantity: Long, wavy and messy. Tends to tie it in bunches or braids.

    Usual clothing style: Dresses eclectically, but likes to impress. Prefers her battered green Khanate Deel (and freedom from d--med corsets). Taking tips from those very stylish devilesses.

    Usual demeanor: Cheerful and very curious. Polite if possible. Can be annoyingly cryptic when trying to be clever. As with so much in life it all
    depends a great deal on who is sober, and whether or not we're trying to kill each other.

    Voice: Soprano (Soubrette) - Elsewise rapid, staccato and excited

    Other remarkable details: Unhealthy fascination with blood. Unusually long fingers.

    Image in my head: -Cléo de Mérode

    .

    edited by Charlotte_de_Witte on 1/30/2016

    --
    "Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar."

    Social actions welcome. Only, send me dupes if you need help with the Affluent Photographer please, I like the bats! [And boxed kitties, and extreme gardening]- Thank-you!

    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Charlotte%20de%20Witte
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    th8827
    th8827
    Posts: 823

    11/20/2015
    Gender: Female

    Race: (Soulless) Human

    Age: Mid-20s

    Height: 5 foot 11 3/4 inches (Grumpy that she is not 6)

    Build: Average

    Skin Color: Used to be tan, but is Paler, now that she lives in the Neath.

    Eye Color: Dark Brown

    Hair Color: Brown

    Hair Style: Long and stylishly messy

    Usual Clothes: Suits and/or plain dresses.

    Demeanor: Friendly and confident. Loves puns and odd turns of phrase. One of the guys. Very secretive about herself and her past, though.

    Voice: Boisterous and tomboyish.

    Other details: Refuses to tell anyone her real name. Her hobbies include not dying, writing, collecting useless junk, stalking Devils, giving useless advice, and collecting Brass.
    edited by th8827 on 2/6/2016

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/th8827

    Gone NORTH. It's nice here.
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    Sestina Valdis
    Sestina Valdis
    Posts: 210

    9/14/2015
    Sestina Valdis (Ms Sestina Valdis, Mrs Sestina Wong nee Valdis, or, if more intimate, S.V., S.W. or simply Sestina)
    It is unclear whether Sestina is her real name or a nom de plume. Even Ms Valdis herself does not know for certain...

    Gender: Female.
    Race and Bloodline: Human. Her father descends from a line of enterprising merchant-migrants who moved to Britain from somewhere in Eastern Europe when he was a boy, but he (and his daughter) don't particularly know or care where. Her mother is a minor English noblewoman who married into her father's family-- he thought she was pretty, she thought he was handsome, and also they both needed each other's money. Both parents continue to reside on the surface, much to the satisfaction of their daughter...
    Age: Late 20s to early 30s.


    Height: 175cm.


    Build: Quite curvy and reasonably tall. She would be more muscular if she did not spend her days drenched in alcohol and honey-mazed dreams.


    Skin color: Ever so slightly tan; the colour of very, very milky Ceylonese tea. Recently becoming paler due to deprivation of sunlight in the Neath.


    Eye color: Light brown.


    Hair color: Reddish-brown, subdued scarlet, chestnut or burgundy, depending on the light and how liberal one is with their descriptions.


    Hair style/quality: Thick and wavy, but not to the point that it hangs in ringlets. She often favours an understated up-do, to expose her jewels and accessories to the world. No, not in an indelicate way, mind!


    Facial Characteristics: Sharp, angular features counterbalanced by rounded cheeks. High cheekbones and a thin nose. Her eyelids seem almost always half-closed, almost as if she is perpetually disinterested (which is usually not the case) or dreaming of pleasant things (which is usually the case). She typically uses minimal make-up... well, except for 'subtle' shadowing around the eyes and, uh, not-so-subtle cats-eye eyeliner. Glitter only for special occasions, especially after that episode with the scintillack eyeshadow, the vicar, and the candle flame... Her thin, somewhat pale lips produce a smile (or smirk) which somehow manages to appear both gently sardonic and confidently welcoming.

    Usual clothing style: She doesn't exactly have a fixed style of dress, and her taste wildly fluctuates between eccentricity and refined sophistication. Often, it can be something as restrained as a dress in subdued white satin, with only a minimalistic Rostygold bracelet. However, when she is in a 'particular' mood, she generally enjoys stretching the boundaries of contemporary fashion. She was once spotted in a black velvet piece with lime-green phosphorescent beetles all over it (living, of course; she feeds them often). She has stopped wearing this dress to social events ever since that incident with the beetle-eating weasel and the prized jar of fruit preserves imported from the Carnelian Coast. Cross-dressing is also not uncommon, especially when she is out at Zee. Incidentally, both cross-dressing and Zailing are favoured pasttimes and often sources of inspiration for her writing. It is therefore not irregular for her to be dressed in something like a plain white shirt and thick black leather pants. With a necklace of polished Moon pearls tucked into the collar, of course! For good luck, you understand.


    Voice: Measured and level, slightly monotonous but with an enrapturing, almost musical cadence to her sentences that often sustains interest regardless. Emphasis on long, rounded vowels. Her accent is English due to elocution lessons paid for by her mother during S.V.'s youth.

    Usual demeanor: She is often lively, unafraid of expressing her emotions and viewpoints in conversation. Sometimes, she is capricious to the point of being immature, but she is also capable of (what she considers) intelligent-- or at least, informed-- discourse. Frequently eager to share her opinions, and also attempts to cultivate both negative capability and a capacity for listening to others' views (though this does not always play out in the most amicable way possible, despite her best efforts). She enjoys witticisms and wordplay, even in her regular speech, but usually not to the point of biting satire unless she feels strongly about the topic(s) at hand (or unless she is writing; her works are a common target for the Ministry of Public Decency and her scandalous poem, "John Keats's Pony," has even been banned in the Khanate and on the surface). Her prime interests include reading and writing fiction, Zailing and exploring the Neath, as well as some academic pursuits (especially cryptozoology), and she does not think that there is a clear boundary between Natural Philosophy and Art, in any case. There are some rumours that she has been spotted in less savoury areas of London as well, including Wolfstack Docks and The Flit; she welcomes this gossip with open arms. And, oh my, is she hedonistic! Honey, wine, and honeyed words, as well as more... indelicate... matters. But never laudanum, yuck. Still, she has the capacity to restrain herself (albeit with much difficulty) and can prove a steadfast companion. Mostly. Often. Sometimes. Yes.


    She is now happily married, and has thus far managed to restrain her appetite for pleasures of the flesh-- at least within the confines of wedlock. A continued, happy abuse of honey and wine, however, do not conflict with the covenant of sanctity as embodied in the marriage vows, in her opinion.

    She has recently regained her soul. Yes, yes, very joyful, but has it made much of a difference? She cannot exactly tell, but retrieving one's lost belongings is always a cause for celebration, no? Actually, for her, anything is a cause for celebration...


    Writing Style: Language laid bare: clean, unfussy, poetry and prose at their most fundamental and essential. Her frequent use of puns, wry jokes and other forms of linguistic play also seek to destabilise the act of ('serious') writing at its very core. Contradictorily, ornamental turns of phrase are also employed liberally, although this is often for ironic or comic effect. She enjoys topics that are lewd, bawdy, fleshy and deliciously salacious. Despite that, she is also of the view that the author-- and the satirist, in particular-- should always write for the betterment of society, especially those members of society who are marginalised or downtrodden. That said, she seems largely accepting in her views regarding other schools of writing, and reads widely, because she believes that no one authorial style-- and no one author-- should dominate London's literary scene.


    There have been rumours that she is a part of that scandalous group of upstart fungal poets. She does little to quell such rumours. Let the Ministry continue fouling the air with ash. Art in all its forms will keep growing, take root, and never die!
    ((This particular picture of actress Eva Green seems oddly fitting, even if the eye colour is wrong and despite its being anachronistic. Sigh, I wish I could draw!))



    ((Also, here is another version of Sestina, decked out in a neoclassical-type Parabola Linen gown, which I created using a Game of Thrones character creator of all things.))



    edited by Sestina Valdis on 9/14/2015
    edited by Sestina Valdis on 10/3/2015
    edited by Sestina Valdis on 10/4/2015
    edited by Sestina Valdis on 11/21/2015
    edited by Sestina Valdis on 11/30/2015

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    Sestina Valdis, the Saccharine Satirist.
    Appearance and Misc. Accoutrements
    A Past Scattered Across Discarded Stockings

    Fei Xue, the Artful Assassin.
    Self

    Edward de Riere, the Barebones Baron.

    Avatar by Daniel Ilinca.
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    KestrelGirl
    KestrelGirl
    Posts: 138

    9/14/2015
    The Sociable Academic is a society lady and composer, recently banished from the Empress' Court, who's also amazingly bright and is a respected guest lecturer at the University. (Hey, it's possible. Just look at Natalie Portman.) Despite her now somewhat delicate reputation, she isn't afraid to dabble in more dangerous activities: politics (ha!), gambling, espionage, laudanum, dueling, beast-wrangling, and (very occasionally) larceny. Despite having a reputation as a hedonist due to her love of partying, she doesn't drink much at all, and she only tries honey when she needs inspiration. Laudanum is only for when her nightmares are severe, and even then only once every week or so.
    She's often accompanied by her pet white raven, Branwen, though she also owns a monkey (who, as it turns out, can play cards).

    And here's some art of her: http://imgur.com/a/dN5YB

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/KestrelGirl
    The Sociable Academic/KestrelGirl, an inescapable, sagacious, irresistible and breathtaking Lady of Some Importance. (Also add: terrifying, lethal, and perhaps midnight.)
    Proud owner of the Neathy Informer, a newspaper dedicated to the truth.
    Help me out with my FL/SS lore wiki, The Fifth City! http://www.thefifthcity.wikia.com
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    Lady Karnstein
    Lady Karnstein
    Posts: 223

    9/27/2017
    Lady Caroline Karnstein

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human?
    Age: 20s

    Height: 5'4, seeming smaller when not speaking, but seems much larger when she has the floor
    Build: Medium Build

    Skin color: Milky white, almost consumptive
    Eye color: Piercing green, dark and sunken around
    Hair color: Black
    Hair style/quality: Thick hair, usually kept down over shoulders, or in very simple arrangements.


    Usual clothing style: Caroline is given to long dresses in Society, usually dark colors Black and purples. Often with gold accessories, jewelry or fans, almost faintly suggestive of a bee. This is accentuated among more bohemian crowds; Black with occasional yellow highlights, or deep and flowing purples. Once in a blue moon intense black and red. Jewels are often green to match her eyes.

    Usual demeanor: When it is not her turn to speak, Caroline is very quiet. She watches, constantly, studying whomever is speaking. She drifts like a ghost silently in her dresses, seldom still for long. But she makes little sound when she moves. When she has the spotlight, she is vibrant, charismatic, easily sweeping her audience in with her low voice and purred words. Many would follow her into Hell. When one is alone with her, she is said to be irresistible and predatory, but those are rumors.

    Voice: Low sultry voice, accent is a medley of English, French, German and some Slavic elements making it very difficult to tell where she is originally from. This is all mixed and seasoned with a Dietrich purr.

    Other remarkable details:
    Quick to talk of art and poetry, she seems fascinated by what other people see as art. Often hints of particularly decadent goings on, but apparently indulges in them with select people. She almost seems to be looking for something or someone. Her jewelry often contains symbolism associated with the Nocturnals movement, and she almost always wears something with a labrys somewhere. Known for the London Labrys, her Salon, and the newspaper of the same name.
    edited by Lady Karnstein on 12/5/2017

    --
    Lady Caroline Karnstein, The Moral Hedonist
    Infamous writer, artist, and courtesan. Unrepentant Invert.
    Paramount Presence, Correspondent, Nocturnal. Poet Laureate of the Neath, Ambassador to Arbor
    Lady Caroline Karnstein | (Description)
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    The Black-Shirted Radical
    The Black-Shirted Radical
    Posts: 188

    9/3/2015
    "The Black Shirted Radical"
    That which I cannot win with my voice, cannot be won by mortal man
    .

    Gender:Male
    Race: Human
    Age: A slightly ambiguous area between 28-32

    Height: Of tall, aristocratic build, often viewed as taller due to his penchant for standing on boxes or being held aloft by his freed clay men bodyguards.
    Build: Quite tall, athletic in build from his murky, vaguely military past. Often leaning back due to his phenomenal arrogance

    Skin color: Pale and thoroughly Anglo-Irish
    Eye color: Blue
    Hair color: A dark black.
    Hair style/quality: Often oiled back sharply but, when a sweat erupts, becomes difficult to manage. Frequently wears a heavy beard.

    Usual clothing style: As in the style of his party the New London League of National Populists, he wears a heavy set of black clothing, namely set of leather shoes and a tall black tunic with a high collar. When not marching or canvassing, he comports himself in a long black overcoat, looking vaguely Semitic in its cut.

    Usual demeanor: Tall and proud, often standing on top of his clay-man sedan chair.

    Voice: When in usual conversation it has a braying, arrogant tone of one who knows a great deal about a great deal and is irritatingly aware of the fact. During one of his famed speeches, his voice rises to near hysteria, accentuating his fierce appearance with its rhetoric.

    Other remarkable details: Despite the unusual state of the chap, the remarkable details are his entourage. Surrounded at all times by a large squadron of tough bodyguards, known as "the Squiddies", both for their inky-black uniforms and their leader's pro-Rubbery Men politics. His approach is often heralded by a tremendous amount of noise, due to the drums and fifes which echo down the street before him,played by his men, and the heavy tramping of his clay men carriers. The Sedan is small and unobtrusive but makes up for that in the banners which usually fly from them.



    edited by The Black-Shirted Radical on 9/3/2015
    edited by The Black-Shirted Radical on 9/3/2015

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    Poet of once distinguished acclaim.Apprentice alcoholic. Somewhere to the right of Attila the Hun. Radical politician, playwright, duelist, archaeologist,Correspondence professor,criminal mastermind, Commander of the Auxiliary Constabulary, Leader of the League of National Populists, former Governor of Port Carnelion . Rude, crude and scandalous to know.

    Plot his lynching at http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/The~Black-Shirted~Radical
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    NotaWalrus
    NotaWalrus
    Posts: 163

    10/5/2015
    Name: Ignacious (Temporarily known as the man who is not a Walrus, still referred to as such by old acquiantances).

    Gender: Male.
    Skin color: White almost to the point of paleness.
    Accent: Probably British.
    Age: Most likely in his thirties, but he's yet to locate his birth certificate or a relative from the surface.

    Facial Features: Auburn hair, bushy beard that hides some of his worst scars from surface days. These are often visible after work with the Correspondence. Square jaw accentuated by the beard. Narrow eyes of a washed-out brown. Bushy eyebrows, prominent nose.

    Body: Tall (1.82 m) and broad shouldered, not as muscled as some clothes make him seem. A few barely-visible scars on his chest, arms and legs. More of an athletic build that a bruiser, but he excels at neither.

    Usual Clothing: Prefers suits and elegance. Usually brown in color and tailored to accentuate his strength if at all possible. During field activities leaning towards the shadowy, he favors inconspicuous clothing reminiscent of the working class, with plenty pockets. During a tumble he'll favor something heavy and well-armored.

    Constant Companion: A snarky lizard -more specifically, an Iguana- named Felipe.

    Usual Demeanor: Light-hearted, his speech filled with jokes and flirtations. Many would say he doesn't take things seriously, but he will turn serious if there is a point to be made of a decision to be taken. Despite this, he can be slightly aloof and many would blame him of not paying attention to anything but his current mission.

    --
    http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/NotaWalrus
    Ignacious, the Licentious Scholar, he will accept most social invitations, including boxed cats and affluent photographers (but only betrayals), though he is absent-minded and might take more time than entirely necessary. He apologizes.

    Good evening from Ignacious
    Ignacious's Backtory
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    Baron Leichtsinn
    Baron Leichtsinn
    Posts: 34

    11/20/2015
    Baron Leichtsinn

    Gender: Who knows.
    Race: Humanesque
    Age: How impolite to even ask

    Height: 1 fathom
    Build: Doesn't even lift

    Skin color: Band aid
    Eye color: Shady Sunglass
    Hair color: mongrel blond
    Hair style/quality: A skein of thin hair at the back of the head is staking it's claim against layers of masks

    Usual clothing style: Cheap suit of rough wool over expensive stockings. The wool is from 2nd Scotland, though. What a bargain.

    Usual demeanor: making a fuzz, demanding a bout, delivering a speech

    Voice: mumbling through layers of masks

    Other remarkable details: sharps blades and worse words
    edited by Baron Leichtsinn on 11/21/2015

    --
    All the world's problems can be solved by poetry. And violence. Poetry and violence. Who said, violence wasn't a solution? Actually it solves all the problems, that couldn't be solved by poetry.
    ___________________________
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Baron~Leichtsinn
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    malthaussen
    malthaussen
    Posts: 1060

    12/8/2015
    Looks rather like the carpet in my rooms after a Bohemian party.

    -- Mal

    --
    "Of two choices, I always take the third."
    Will do all socials except Loitering or Private Evenings (all my Free Evenings are accounted for), and Affluent Photographer Betrayals only, please. I am not currently accepting calling cards.
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/malthaussen
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    Saevitia
    Saevitia
    Posts: 58

    12/7/2015
    Saevitia (almost certainly a pseudonym)

    Gender: Female but not really concerned by pronouns people choose, she's a flexible sort
    Race: Human, although she's been known to sigh wistfully after devils with a sort of envy
    Age: Late twenties, quite possibly even, gasp, thirty!

    Height: 5'8" or 1.73m depending on one's metric
    Build: Broad shoulders, solid, more like a boxer than a weightlifter

    Skin: All the colour one would expect from a child of mixed German/Russian heritage (i.e.: not much); prone to freckles
    Eyes: Still has both, somehow; they loiter inconsiderately on a boundary between grey and blue
    Hair Colour: Natural colour is dirty blonde/mousy brown, but she's a fan of dyeing (unnatural shades preferred)
    Hair Style: Hair is kept short, but not too short -- sometimes she'll grow it long enough to make a pair of teensy buns just aft of her ears; the general idea is to maintain a perfect middle-ground between "liability in fisticuffs" and "cushioning in case of blows to the head".

    Typical Dress: Dresses are a no. Pants, coats, shirts, vests... traditional "masculine" clothing is all she owns and all she willingly wears. For nights out, it's usually a black suit, maybe some variety of jaunty chapeau; for nights in, it's whatever was under that black suit, meaning undergarments. If it gets particularly chilly, she may toss on a robe or blanket.

    Typical Demeanor: Saevitia is usually excited about something. She tends to come across as flighty, bouncy, and with a short attention span. Most of that has to do with simply having a higher internal clock speed than others, although the regular use of stimulants, hallucinogens, and/or intoxicants certainly plays a role. "Brash" is a fair descriptor.

    Voice: Middling to low, with a husky/raspy undertone. Unfortunately, she is also a fan of singing without regard for doing it well.

    Other relevant details: She typically introduces herself as "Vitya" to save others the trouble of deciding how to shorten her name. Also, she is a great fan of getting into fights. Brawling is a preferred way to spend time, although drinking is acceptable. The combination of the two -- such as offering to take her to a bar where there is a "two drink, one fight" minimum -- is an extremely reliable way to get into her good graces. Despite her preoccupation with booze and violence, though, Vitya is a scholar at heart. She wants to know everything, right now, and is willing to conduct her own experiments to find out more. Since she's not great at bothering with safety precautions, it is not unusual for her to be covered in soot, scorch marks, burns, and/or completely lacking eyebrows. In short: If she runs by yelling expletives, it is highly recommended you run the same direction (or at least dive for cover).

    --
    Saevitia's profile and appearance! [Gone NORTH]

    Now playing Esméralda, Saevitia's former helmswoman and moralistic Campaigner; she looks like this.

    I'm usually up for RP. Social actions are generally accepted; those with in-character RP invitations are most likely to be reciprocated.
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    Xane Al-Rahibi
    Xane Al-Rahibi
    Posts: 78

    11/6/2015
    Well, I'm always eager to bring more attention to the existence of our race. Just in case you were not aware, the Omnibus Octavo are similar to the clay men. However, instead of being broad-shouldered and strong, the Octavo are tall, slender, and very intelligent if I do say so myself. Also, we're made of paper and books. That's actually me in the profile picture!

    And apparently, my assistant wants me to add him to this page...

    Xane Al-Rahibi

    Gender: Male-ish, hard to tell.
    Race: Omnibus Octavo.
    Age: He doesn't quite know, but through research he and I speculate he was given life about twenty-five years ago.

    Height: Somewhat tall. I mean - he's not short.
    Build: Thin. Here, think something along the lines of a walking stack of paper.

    Skin color: Paper, we don't really have skin
    Eye color: No eyes either, sometimes we wear goggles or glasses just to make it look like we do. No one is really sure how we see because there haven't been many studies conducted on the Octavo
    Hair color: No hair.
    Hair style/quality: Ditto. Dear God I'm just realizing how boring we actually are to look at.

    Usual clothing style: Xane prefers long black coats. Think tailcoats, peacoats, frock coats, topcoats, etc. He wears a pair of goggles at all times for some reason, just to blend in with the crowd a bit more. Myself, I just prefer my fedora and brown suit jacket.

    Usual demeanor: Oh he's cheery enough for a man made out of the pages of satanic bibles and such.

    Voice: We all sound kind of dusty, similar to what a tomb colonist sounds like, but our F sounds and P sounds come with the sound of someone flipping the pages of a book.

    Other remarkable details: - Well, Xane plays a mean euphonium. A very mean euphonium. No seriously, the thing's alive, and it all it does is insult people all day.

    --
    Xane Al-Rahibi:
    A sacrosanct symphonist, aberrant author, palatable poet, and darn good euphophonist to boot,

    Oh, and Eighth Offprint Opus of The Omnibus Octavo

    This is how you may contact me in the world of Fallen London:
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Xane~Al-Rahibi

    I am open to any and all requests relating to any and all social actions.
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    Mechafluke
    Mechafluke
    Posts: 9

    11/11/2015
    Let us have a go at this then, shall we?

    Sir Richard Forrest is a man of many curious eccentricities who came to the Neath in his late twenties in the fall of 1888. Standing roughly 1.8 meters tall and with a slight build, he is by no means an imposing presence. Not, that is, until one considers his appearance.

    A finely groomed goatee and traditional handlebar mustache adorn his face, as well as an ever-present pair of luminous neathgoggles framing a pair of glittering bloodshot eyes sunken into his pallid face. Bloodshot from lack of sleep due to his frequent visits to the Mirror-Marches, pallid due to an overindulgence in laudanum and prisoner's honey. A slightly-battered Unfinished Hat can very occasionally be found gnawing irascibly at his wild mop of copper hair, much to the chagrin of the amicable and chatty clothes-colony, Milton, that envelop the vast majority of his person. The insatiable gloves which contain his hands tend to emulate his Hat when they are worn together, but usually behave themselves when worn separately. A worn but lovingly maintained pair of kingscale boots grace his feet. A small golden apple pin can be found amidst the folds of Milton, who insist that it is in fact their membership badge, as they are the ones wearing it.

    Mr. Forrest has a veritable menagerie of companions, in fact, ranging from a sullen Scuttering Squad that stands watch in the window to defend against the urchins that come snooping, to a hoarse-voiced Philosophical Raven that perches at the foot of his bed at night and regales him with a myriad of obscure existential minutiae in his sleep.

    When at home in his not-so-handsome townhouse, he can most often be found with his nose buried in some dusty old tome, murmuring indistinctly to himself as he studies sigils and concocts his next experiment. Amongst his mannerisms are a tendency to tap his nose in an absentminded fashion while lost in thought, a habit of interrupting himself as he speaks, and a packrat mentality that has led to numerous complaints from the neighbours.

    Indeed, even the orphanage he recently established on the lower floors is abnormal, to say the least. The "House of Diminuitive Labourers and Experiment-subjects" has quickly garnered the ire of the local area, as its occupants have a penchant for mischief in (and above) the streets. Within mere hours of its grand opening, it had already earned a reputation of dread and suspicion among the nearby citizens, and has been loudly and publicly lambasted for "crimes against Her Majesty, the city, and its people" on at least three separate occasions. What exactly these crimes are, none will say.

    On the topic of experiments, of which Richard is quite fond: his private workspace, a tiny attic at the top of his townhouse, is cluttered with a bewildering array of chemistry-sets, tattered documents, scientific instruments, a mountain of books, and a large, unfinished chart of the Unterzee and the Unter-Unterzee. When he is not squirreled away in his lab, he can be found either prowling the Forgotten Quarter for trinkets and treasures, or exploring the zee in his bizarre "zubmerzible mechanized autopropulzive diving-craft", which he has lovingly dubbed "the M.D.R.E.V.", or Multipurpose Deepsea Research and Exploration Vessel.

    His demeanour is normally quite inauspicious and aloof. This is due in no small part to his propensity for deep thought and absentmindedness, and not at all a result of any ill will borne toward others. His mentality is, however, pragmatic to a fault, bordering on sociopathic, and while he is entirely capable of geniality given the right circumstances, this is usually restricted to closer acquaintances or situations of personal interest to him.

    While certainly a strange and unusual individual, he is quite clever and adept at unravelling mysteries... and while he may not be very sociable, he has learned much in the five years he has spent in the Neath. Absentminded he may be, but once he takes hold of an idea or decision, very seldomly does he decide to turn it loose.

    ==========

    This is just for descriptive purposes. The good sir will likely not be making any personal appearances at your residence, or here, but should you happen to spot him, you will now be well aware of who and what he is before he crosses your path and may alter your heading accordingly.

    --
    A gentleman with a keen eye, a sharp mind, a taste for mysteries and a fondness for zailing, he came from the Surface to study the Correspondence and uncover the secrets of the Judgements. He lives with a friendly clothes-colony and has an unhealthy interest in the Red Science.
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    Breckner
    Breckner
    Posts: 38

    10/21/2014
    Breckner

    Gender: Undetermined.
    Race: Human
    Age: 20 to 25.

    Height: Medium
    Build: Slight and wiry.

    Skin color: Olive complected
    Eye color: Hidden behind the mask.
    Hair color: Dark
    Hair style/quality: Very short and quite curly.

    Usual clothing style: Breckner wears a "Snuffer's Face" wax mask in the plague doctor style, virtually always. Also suits, because pants are better for running and velocipeding, and an infernal hat. It seems likely that that there is some kind of tightly-fitting corsetry or armor under the weird sunset colors of the parabola-linen.

    Voice: Husky with a little rasp to it, especially since the whole beat-your-skull-in-to-escape-being-buried-alive incident.

    Usual accompaniment: Breckner's adolescent urchin ward is pretty much always present and pretty much always sullen. Breckner lets him carry the rifle. It can be hard to tell which one is the ostensible adult, although Breckner is generally dressed better.
    edited by Breckner on 10/21/2014

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    temet sarci ut sarcio rex piscatorum
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    Rackenhammer
    Rackenhammer
    Posts: 354

    10/22/2014
    (Great idea, and love the sketches!)



    Mathieu Psmith



    Walking down the street one day, you begin to feel a ripple pass through the crowd. Heads turn, elbows nudge, and voices whisper bizarre rumors about who could be coming around the corner. Who, you think, could possibly be the source of all this? And then, you see him.

    There he sits, atop a sedan chair carried by two burly Clay Men, waving to the crowd. His shiny black hair is kept a little longer than is considered respectable, betraying his bohemian origins, and his beard is cut pointy in the French manner. His ensemble catches the gleaming of the gaslight, his Parabola-linen suit just catching the reflections of things not quite there, and his bejeweled cane flashing like the grin of a wily fox.

    He certainly is reveling in the attention! Blowing kisses to the ladies, saluting the urchins cheering from the rooftops, and all the rest. Now that he's closer, you can see that he stands about average height, with pale skin flushed pink with exertion or excitement. His eyes are half-hidden behind an odd set of spectacles, tinted the color of sunlight, and reflecting the same displaced scenery as his suit.

    As he passes by, turning into another street, you catch sight of a little kitten perched on the back of his seat. A bit bedraggled, this creature, and somewhat nervous at the crowds, but you can hear a chorus of "Awww's" as it peers shyly at the London mob and cleans its little paws.

    And that's it; the short parade has passed by. Now wasn't that a sight to brighten your day?
    edited by Rackenhammer on 12/9/2015

    --
    "DO NOT TRUST HAPPY ENDINGS. DO NOT FEAR SAD ENDINGS... NEITHER ARE ENDINGS."
    ~
    Mathieu Psmith: The Bard of Lost Children, loving husband, and a fixture of the artistic set. Can never resist making a show of things...

    Irene Psmith: Adopted Daughter of Mathieu. Specializes in Information, Acquisitions, and the Acquisition of Information.

    Vaughan Montblanc: Once a frontiersman of Western Canada, he now practices medicine in London. His discretion may be absolutely trusted.
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    Ira _____
    Ira _____
    Posts: 5

    8/18/2016
    Bentley K. / "Mr. Tiger" / Canon.

    Gender: Male enough.
    Race: As human as anyone can be in the Neath.
    Age: Late Twenties, Early Thirties

    Height: 5'9"
    Build: Lean and muscular. However his entire body almost looks unhealthily thin.
    Skin color: He was tan before coming to the neath. But it's been almost 2 years down here, and one can't multiple deaths and repeated trips into places of unnatural lights without their skin slowly bleaching into an almost Albino pale.
    Eye color: Grey.
    Hair color: Black
    Hair style/quality: Wiry and unruly. An tangled mass which rarely can be controlled even by the finest stylists in London.

    Usual clothing style: Usual? Heh. He has no "Usual' style. Simply the style that's most convenient for the occasion. Armor for those rough encounters. Drab, dark clothing of unnaturual beguiling for the stealthy encounters. His finest garb for those encounters where charm is the perfect weapon. The closest he gets to usual is his investigating clothes. He looks more like a walking blast suit with magnifying glasses then a living, breathing organism.

    Usual demeanor: Whatever it needs to be. It is warm and inviting to most who approach him. But there is an air of detactment in everything he does, since he discovered the Correspondence anyway. He is always watching and waiting for knowledge which is hiding in plain sight from everyone. He makes as many friends as possible and stockpiles everything of an potential worth to someone.
    Voice: A lower Alto, which drops in pitch as his mood drops.

    He started a one of those up-and-coming wannbe lords who fell down the Neath to gain his wealth and influence. He thinks. As he began unraveling secrets it began to unravel his mind and grasp on his sense of self. He was consumed by the need to KNOW. He often keeps up this draining appearance of a gentlemen in his day to day life. But since that first discovery he prefers to keep to the shadows and avoid... unwanted attention. And so keeps himself to the side of action when he is able to. He is always writing everything he sees. A pen and pad are always in his hands. Because some day what you say will have greater value. He also is beyond reckless. He has learned that nothing down here has true consequences for someone of his skill. Death is a terrible chess player, Snakes make for good night-time companions, the prisons really need to tighten security, and his best friends have always been tomb-colonists.
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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

    EDIT:


    edited by EnigmaticVixen on 5/12/2016

    --
    A fox is merely a wolf who sends flowers...
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    Passionario
    Passionario
    Posts: 777

    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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    Lucan Ashfield
    Lucan Ashfield
    Posts: 7

    12/9/2015
    Lucan Ashfield


    Gender: Male
    Race: Human (surface born)
    Age: 22 as of 1893
    Chiropteromantic Zodiac Sign: The Bat

    Height: 6' 2"
    Build: Lean and Wiry

    Skin: Pale White
    Hair: Dark Brown
    Eyes: Hazel

    Usual Attire: Often seen wearing a Ratskin Suit and Kingscale Boots.
    Voice: Light Baritone, with a trace of a New England accent.
    Face: Gaunt with a long, thin scar which runs along his left temple where the arm of a pair of glasses would lay. An inch to the right and that Black Ribbon duelist would have put her sword through his eye and out the back of his head.

    Typical Demeanor: Well mannered and educated, he despises being the center of attention. Generally avoids crowds and when meeting an acquaintance at Caligula's he insists that they sit in a corner or against a wall. He has a dark sense of humor and affects an air of cheery apathy.

    Closest To: Known throughout the criminal underworld as an Enforcer for the Cheery Man, and as the leader of his own gang of hoodlums.

    Backstory: Lucan was born in Boston, Massachusetts, in 1871. When he was eight his mother died of cholera, leaving him an orphan. He would have died during that first winter had it not been for another orphan, a girl a few years older than himself who had never known either parents. She would become like an older sister to him, sharing shelter and whatever meager scraps of food there were to be had. When he was thirteen, she was murdered, and he found himself alone again. With nothing left for him in Boston but grief he set to sail with some privateers and spent five years hunting pirates all across the Atlantic. At eighteen, he received his first lead on the man who killed his honorary sister. They had captured a pirate vessel just as it arrived at the entrance to the Neath and had taken half the crew alive. They knew the man, they said, and had taken him into the Neath themselves when he fled Boston half a decade ago. Lucan stuck around long enough to see them all hanged before taking the money he had saved and buying passage on a ship below.

    After arriving in the Neath, he would spend another two years zailing the Unterzee aboard a merchant vessel named The Wandering Maria, working in the galley as the cook's assistant. In 1891 The Wandering Maria was zailing near the Crying Heights, where the great birds known as Blue Prophets call out the names of those about to die. The ponderous merchant vessel was too slow to escape the winged horrors, and soon they wheeling about shrieking the names of his fellow crew and tearing holes in the hull as if it were made of tissue. Three days after The Wandering Maria went down he washed ashore in London on a battered lifeboat with the ships cat and a strong dislike of birds. After witnessing the deaths of the men and women he had zailed with for years, and convinced death would follow him forever, he walked into a Veilgarden honey den and didn't come out for a month. When he did, a passing society gentleman made a snide remark about his crazed appearance. He responded by emptying his derringer into the gentleman's chest. A year later the man had long since recovered from his death and Lucan was in New Newgate, plotting his escape.
    edited by Lucan Ashfield on 12/10/2015
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    Six Handed Merchant
    Six Handed Merchant
    Posts: 110

    7/8/2017


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    The Six Handed Merchant


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

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

    Skin color: Pale like the color of parchment. Six has excellent skin: very well preserved.
    Eye color: A bright gleaming red.
    Hair color: Depends on the fashion of the time, although Six's usual hair color is green.
    Hair style/quality: Relatively short, thick curls that are luxuriantly coiffed in the latest fashion trends.

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

    Usual demeanor: Highly energetic, warm, affable, kindhearted, with a fast mind that habitually wanders off-topic or asks twenty questions at once. Physically, they are very animated, and tend not sit still for long. This may be a side effect of far too much coffee. Six's eyes take also in an alarming amount of detail from their surroundings. You'd swear they had eyes on the back of their head.

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

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

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

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

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



  • edited by Six Handed Merchant on 5/29/2018

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    The Six Handed Merchant: Private detective, good samaritan, scandalous social progressive, Soul Shepherd with the CVR, orphanage patron/matron, Correspondent, Nocturnal Bohemian, labor union backer, rumored Communist, radical academic, truth seeker, free thinker, spider whisperer, honey-dreaming hedonist, sensual lover, Extraordinary Mind. If it's truth you seek, The Six Handed Merchant is the gentlemen-, er, lady-, er, detective you need! Just pay no mind to that Eradication Officer tailing Six: that poor fellow is simply out of his mind!

    Six's Mantlepiece (I am available for roleplaying and SAs. My schedule is pretty full, so please PM me first to work out the details.)
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    Lollerisms
    Lollerisms
    Posts: 11

    4/15/2017
    To remember what was, as insurance against future trips to the Na-
    In memory of a lost soul, given in service to Empress and Empire.

    Thurman Credge
    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: Old enough to have seen it all, young enough to get in the thick of things.

    Height: Tall. An ex-grenadier, with all the physique required for the job.
    Build: Mountainous, but within the bounds of possibility.

    Skin color: On the tanned side of white, from a long series of campaigns. Gradually growing paler as the years and scars pile up. Black veins are visible in the thinner areas of skin.
    Eye color: Black as the dark of the zee, flecked with the grey of storms.
    Hair color: Pelegin. As it turns out zee monster flesh has a lot of Pelegin in it.
    Hair style: Close-cropped and trimmed in the military style.
    Usual clothing: A suit, cut in the military style. He might not be part of the Army, but he’s d*** well going to look like he does! When he’s out fighting wrongdoers, being a wrongdoer, or stabbing gribbly things, a suit of Khanate plate, fashioned in the usual style.
    Usual demeanor: Blunt, aggressive, and straightforward. On the Surface, Credge wasn’t known for his mastery of subtlety, but his time in the Neath has rounded him, albeit only slightly. Always willing to join a fight, and usually prepared to start one.
    Voice: Baritone.

    Other remarkable details: Credge is almost always at least slightly wounded, and a network of scars, both intentional and incidental, crisscrosses his body. Usually armed with a long bone harpoon which drinks the screams of those it kills.

    His lodgings are registered to a nonsense pseudoname, allegedly chosen because he wasn't thinking about it at the time.
    edited by Lollerisms on 4/15/2017
    edited by Lollerisms on 4/15/2017

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/L0ll3risms

    A Monster Hunter
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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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    Slyblue
    Slyblue
    Posts: 219

    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...
    edited by Slyblue on 12/21/2016
    edited by Slyblue on 12/21/2016
    edited by Slyblue on 12/21/2016

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    The Story-Teller The Curt Licentiate The Dreamless One

    "For hearts of truest mettle, absence doth join and Time doth settle."
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    gronostaj
    gronostaj
    Posts: 403

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


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

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    Gronostaj (pl. Ermine), a decadent duellist of mysterious and indistinct gender. Seeker. Willing to die- but not of boredom. Open to all social actions, including the harmful ones.
    Soft-Spoken Surgeon, a doctor who owes an onerous debt. Professor of medicine at the University by day, at criminal employ by night. Open to all non-harmful social actions.
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    A Dimness
    A Dimness
    Posts: 613

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


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

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    A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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    mate888
    mate888
    Posts: 5

    12/5/2017
    Llywellyn Jones

    Gender: Male that accidentally marked "rubbery/undetermined" on the census papers.
    Race: Human
    Age: 23

    Height: Average
    Build: Slender and rather frail-looking

    Skin color: Pale
    Eye color: Greyish blue
    Hair color: Reddish-brown
    Hair style/quality: Messy, moderately long. Meticulously shaven face.

    Usual clothing style: As elegant as he can be when living on single-digit pence most of the time.

    Usual demeanor: Sly, positive and only slightly neurotic when finding himself in near-death (or most of the time just death) situations.

    Voice: A bit too loud for its own good. Rather good for singing or convincing others of doing doubtfully legal stuff for him
    Other remarkable details: Knows a fair deal about the Zee, mostly through other people.

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    The witty Welshman (main)
    The frightening Frenchwoman
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    Gerhardt von Scanhorst
    Gerhardt von Scanhorst
    Posts: 7

    10/3/2018

    (Picture courtesy of my fine friend Carl Shurz, 13th United States Secretary of the Interior)


    Count Gerhardt von Scanhorst

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: Mid-40s

    Height: Average
    Build: Slightly overweight.

    Skin color: Pale
    Eye color: Grey/blue
    Hair color: Brown
    Hair style/quality: Wavy, brushed back. Thick beard.

    Usual clothing style: Penchant for elegant suits but will dress appropriately for the occasion.

    Usual demeanor: Though in a constant state of genial befuddlement, he nevertheless approaches the world with near endless enthusiasm and curiousity. It rarely fails to get him into trouble.

    Voice: Heavy German accent

    Other remarkable details: -

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    Ostensibly, and perhaps otherwise, a decorous gentleman with lavish tastes and nary a perfidious bone in his body. Thick of facial hair and equally thick of accent, he can be found at all manner of high society events but is not above hiking up his immaculate britches and wading through the muck. That is, as long as there is a decent story in it.
    https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Gerhard%20von%20Scanhorst
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    Passionario
    Passionario
    Posts: 777

    2/21/2019
    Passion:



    Thank you, Estelle!

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    Passionario: Profile, Story, Ending
    Passion: Profile, Appearance
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    sekar
    sekar
    Posts: 18

    8/30/2017
    ***

    Sekar

    Gender:
    Female
    Race: Human
    Age: 20

    Height: 155 cm
    Build: Matronly, the type that a child (or a lover) could snugly embrace, and robust, the type that can single-handedly eliminate a horde of angry Constables.

    Skin color: Medium olive
    Eye color: Black
    Hair color: Black
    Hair style/quality: Waist-length and wavy, worn undone/braided/swept in an updo, whatever the occasion calls for.

    Usual clothing style: Comfortable dresses in deep jewel colors. Whenever she feels homesick, a simple kutubaru kebaya and a sarung of intricately patterned chintz. Doesn't like wearing corsets, but for parties she would tightly wrap her waist in a lengthy scarf over her chemise.

    Usual demeanor: Rambunctious, with a contagious optimism. Loud, brash and unashamedly flirtatious, even when her grammar fails to catch up. Gets very angry very easily whenever she sees injustice or suffering.

    Voice: Sweet, deep and sticky, not unlike honey. Stopped pretending an English accent long ago, now unashamedly comfortable in her percussive Southeast Asian accent.

    Other remarkable details: Persistent eyebags. People quietly assumed her as one of those honey-sippers. To tell the truth, she just doesn't consider sleep important. Especially when one is an occasional lover of the Sardonic Music-Hall Singer and Feducci, and a full-time caretaker of her adopted Winsome Orphan, Severin, as well as Hector, the Nadir-shocked Firebrand.

    ***

    THE QUARTERMAINES

    ***

    Aristophanes Quartermaine

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: Late 40s

    Height: 187 cm
    Build: Slender, with a minimum "dad bod"-ness thanks to years of eschewing the S-Bahn for cycling through the Berlin commute.

    Skin color: Dark olive, with a smattering of diminishing freckles.
    Eye color: Clear green, often glowing viric when he's dream-walking.
    Hair color: Brown. Just... brown. Not exactly dark, not really light either.
    Hair style/quality: Chin-length curls.

    Usual clothing style: When venturing outside the house; fitted midnight-blue frock coat, tasselled cane, stovepipe hat, and painstakingly-polished shoes. When inside the house; hoodies and boxers. In Parabola, he became as a Byzantine emperor. What a huge history nerd. He even brought his books with him to the Neath, much to his daughters' chagrin. ("We could have used that space for more clean underwear!")

    Usual demeanor: Spends a good portion of his days in Parabola. Has an air of easy elegance around him, easily weaving in and out of Society circles. Yet he does not possess the arrogance expected from his cultivation - in his waking nights, he would either walk to the Docks or to the Clay Quarters, listening to the downtrodden.

    Voice: Deep yet soft, almost melodious. Never raises his voice. Impeccably British.

    Other remarkable details: Once visited Dr. Schlomo early on to help him make sense of the Parabola, ended up refuting ALL his theories through Lacanian psychoanalysis and Baudrillard's simulacrum theory. The Viennese alienist ran out crying. During Aristophanes' Parabola stroll that night, a smiling old man in brass jewellery and once-white linen approached him by a drowned forest.

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    Prometheus Quartermaine

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: 18

    Height: 172 cm
    Build: Sturdy from regular sparring, chubby from always being the fastest to the dining table.

    Skin color:
    Very pale, with a smattering of diminishing freckles.
    Eye color: Clear green, mostly avoids eye contact.
    Hair color: Strawberry blonde.
    Hair style/quality: Silky straight, waist-long. Always worn long, sometimes tied to a ponytail.

    Usual clothing style: Opera cloak worn over plaid flannels, sweaters, or plain black t-shirts. Docmarts. Hooked cane, in case of fights. Always black, sometimes green or blue.

    Usual demeanor: Rowdy and intense, often found organizing in the docks or clashing with neddy men. Somehow, after her involvement in the unions a lot of those neddy men turned around and joined them. Rumormongers painted her as a mighty seductress, to which she replied "not even the thiccest[sic] ass could stand a chance with good agitprop."

    Voice: Too high-pitched for her liking, tries to make it sound deeper during conversations. Chirpy laughter. Still remembers the British accent, but under pressure (or alcohol) she yields to the more familiar German.

    Other remarkable details: The portal was her idea. Wanted to help with her sister's history assignment. Due to a miscalculation they arrived at a different universe through the Nadir, to the spectacle of Sekar intervening the lovebirds' quarrel. Found employment immediately under April, now scrambling to find a way to go home.

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    Grainne Quartermaine

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: 12

    Height: 145 cm
    Build: Slender from intensive theatre study, also from never being the fastest to the dining table.

    Skin color: Medium olive, with a smattering of diminishing freckles.
    Eye color: Hazel, with lush eyelashes.
    Hair color: Brown. Dark brown.
    Hair style/quality: Curly wilderness down to her back. Either left loose or worn in a braided bun.

    Usual clothing style: An array of sleeveless tunics, flowing skirts and crop tops, covered with a trench coat or pashmina. Mostly barefoot for better energy sensitivity.

    Usual demeanor: During the false-day, she's usually painting, writing short stories, or studying the Neathbow alchemy at their cramped room, avoiding being scooped by the Constables for not being at school. During the false-night, she spins threads of cosmogone and viric radiated by her dream-walking father. Sometimes she comes to the roof, giving lessons to the urchins in exchange for Correspondence tutelage, scribbled in viric ink to pacify the flames.

    Voice: Unassuming and light, but can be played to elicit various effects, ranging from mollifying coos to thunderous roars. Distinctly German, but can switch to a passable British accent.

    Other remarkable details: An energy witch, she is profoundly attuned to the powers unique to the Neath. Although this proves most beneficial to her creative and scientific endeavors, the things that crept into her dreams are beyond horror. Even by Neath standards. Eschewing their father's protests, she had to rely on laudanum brought daily by her sister to sleep well.

    ***
    edited by sekar on 8/30/2017

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    Main:

    Sekar, a Rambunctious Socialist with an unhealthy inclination towards a particularly combustible language.

    Other characters:

    The Reluctant Oneironaut : Spends the better part of his days sleeping while his daughters study him in his dreaming-state.
    The Uproarious Mechanic : A new challenger to the drinking champions of the Blind Helmsman.
    The Eloquent Chromatomancer : Young enough to be an urchin, yet too clean to pass as one.
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    Gul al-Ahlaam
    Gul al-Ahlaam
    Posts: 194

    7/9/2017
    The Uncanny Hierophant

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

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

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

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

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    The Uncanny Hierophant.
    The Delicate Princeling.
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    Isaac Zienfried
    Isaac Zienfried
    Posts: 364

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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    Isaac Zienfried, 'The Vacillating Belligerent.'
    A gentleman of complicated loyalties, complicated morality, and complicated goals.
    But really, it's hard to keep things simple down here!
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    Slyblue
    Slyblue
    Posts: 219

    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 Story-Teller The Curt Licentiate The Dreamless One

    "For hearts of truest mettle, absence doth join and Time doth settle."
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    ForScience
    ForScience
    Posts: 69

    8/31/2016
    Dr. Florence Garrison
    Gender: Female

    Race: Human
    Age: Late 20s/early 30s.

    Height: Short. Very short.
    Build: Curvy and a bit pudgy. Never wears a corset- how scandalous!

    Skin color: Very light tan.
    Eye color: Dark blue, like a tortured simile about a stormy sea.
    Hair color: Blackest black. So black, in fact, that it looks blue in certain lightings.
    Hair style/quality: Worn in a big, unstyled mass of curls that reaches to a bit below her chin.

    Usual clothing style: Stylish, surprisingly enough. She's fond of deep blue, slate grey, and rich golden shades. While she doesn't keep up with every new trend, her clothing is elegant enough to look fashionable almost all the time. Also notable is her fondness for fine top hats.
    Usual demeanor: Inquisitive, cheery, and polite. Unless you start asking the wrong questions.

    Voice: A bright, calm-sounding soprano.


    Other remarkable details: A blotchy red scar covers the left side of her face and neck, and finds its way onto parts of the right side, too. Florence wears huge, thick eyeglasses at all times that make her eyes seem disproportionately large and owlish.

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/ForScience - The Intrepid Scholar. A dauntless scientist.
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    Saevitia
    Saevitia
    Posts: 58

    10/13/2016
    Esméralda Julien

    Gender: Female, obviously so
    Race: Human and glad
    Age: 27, give or take

    Height: 5'5" or 1.66m depending on one's metric
    Build: Slight, but fit enough to not look out of place aboard a ship

    Skin: Mediterranean olive
    Eyes: Hazel
    Hair Colour: Somewhere between brown and black
    Hair Style: Most commonly a single braid down to mid-back

    Typical Dress: Plain but neat; skirts are as likely as trousers, heels as loafers, bonnets as hats.

    Typical Demeanor: Quiet, observant, and polite, Esmé drinks and smokes but only socially. She is rarely ever past the point of tipsy. If it weren’t for the resolve she displays in the face of adversity and people with very wrong opinions trying to foist them on others, one would assume her to be rather a pushover. She does not have her previous captain’s knack for solving problems with violence, but generally speaking she holds her own.

    Voice: Fairly normal and unassuming, though she sings more than passingly well.

    Other relevant details: Esméralda attends Church as regularly as her schedule allows. She isn’t particularly holy or devout, but she knows she can use the spiritual help, given the things she sees and does on a regular basis. Despite this, she maintains a certain politeness toward the devils for reasons unknown. A scar, faded but clearly visible, runs from the bridge of her nose down past her left cheekbone.

    --
    Saevitia's profile and appearance! [Gone NORTH]

    Now playing Esméralda, Saevitia's former helmswoman and moralistic Campaigner; she looks like this.

    I'm usually up for RP. Social actions are generally accepted; those with in-character RP invitations are most likely to be reciprocated.
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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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    Scarlet Bronte
    Scarlet Bronte
    Posts: 4

    4/20/2017



    Scarlet Bronte is a young lady in her early twenties, though she has passed for much younger and older when it suited her whims.
    Her petite stature and soft curves paired with her often innocent demeanor give most the impression that she is a delicate little thing, though when you get to know her she is anything but.


    When the sun kisses her skin, her heart-shaped face has a smattering of freckles. Since she's moved underground, her already fair skin has become almost porcelain. Her hair has similarly faded from an intense red that shone like rostygold to a deep auburn. She often wears her long, wavy hair down and wrapped around her body like a protective blanket. She often plays with it when she pretends to think no one is looking.


    She knows the power of the right outfit, and prides herself on being able to dress for any occasion, whether it's hobnobbing with high society or knocking back a few pints with her Zailor acquaintances. The pride of her wardrobe is her elegant blue dress. When she dons this she knows she could charm the masters themselves into believing just about anything.


    She's sometimes just a bit too clever for her own good. She prides her wit above almost all else and loves nothing more than to command a room with her quick barbs and cheeky commentary. She plays her cards close to her chest and flashes from feigned innocence to shameless flirtation at the drop of a hat. Her command of such rooms is almost always bolstered by her twinkling slate blue eyes, rosebud lips and effervescent laughter. When in polite company, she uses a light, airy voice. When she's more comfortable, her voice relaxes into a huskier tone.


    When asked about her heritage, she rarely gives a straight answer, though many among society swear she is related to that one Duke or a Lady they can't quite recall but are certain is reputable. She has a soft spot for weasels, a fact that has not escaped her many suitors, which has resulted in her amassing quite the collection of furry friends. She calls this collection "The Plucky Platoon" and is more than happy to escape her societal obligations for an evening in their company. She strives to be calculated, though she is given to impulse when she sees adventure on the horizon.

    --
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/scarlet%20bronte
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    Cosette des Fleurs
    Cosette des Fleurs
    Posts: 11

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

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

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


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    Mlle Cosette des Fleurs: The-Not-Entirely-Canonical Monster Hunter. Delicious roleplaying relished.
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    Aberrant Eremite
    Aberrant Eremite
    Posts: 357

    3/17/2017
    Oh, this is always my favorite part of the campaign. Which annoys my GMs, who like to have the campaign last more then one session.

    Professor Hieronymus Drake gives the impression of being a tall, thin man. This is to some extent an illusion. His height is exaggerated by excellent posture; the breadth of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms are disguised by excellent tailoring.

    His hair is thick and collar-length. His moustache and beard are well-groomed. All are salt-and-pepper, black mixed with white. He could be a hard-worn thirty or an exceptionally fit forty-five.

    A long scar runs along his the left side of his face, from​ forehead to jaw. His left eye is generally covered by an elaborately reinforced monocle, giving rise to rumors that the monocle is an artificial replacement for a ruined eye. Drake neither confirms nor denies these rumors.

    His visible eye is an eerie color somehow darker than black: the Peligin of the depths of the Unterzee.

    Professor Drake is proud of his University robes and his Dilmun Club pin. When he travels to visit friends and allies, he usually wears these, and brings along Sophie, a brilliantly gleaming white Raven. When he’s going to the Docks, or expecting trouble, he wears a protective suit of his own design, fashioned from the chitin of Zee-monsters, and goes armed to the teeth. He carries a bone harpoon which seems to move of its own accord. He uses this not only as a weapon, but as a sort of antenna which senses the life-force around him. On these occasions, scouting and fire support are provided by a Scuttering Squad which Drake has nicknamed The Feegles.

    Although he makes no claim to a title, Drake has the accent, habits and manners of the old-fashioned aristocrat. He displays all the virtues and vices of that breed. He is courageous, loyal, magnanimous, and courteous. He is unfailingly honorable, but honor is not the same thing as virtue. He does not trust others quickly, but once granted, his trust is absolute. Yet Drake can be haughty and self-centered. He’s moody, swinging from merriment to melancholy rapidly and often unpredictably. He drinks too much, resorts to violence too quickly, and most of his servants are rats because he treats them better than he does humans.

    With a knife-fighter’s face and an earl’s manners, Drake doesn’t quite fit in anywhere, except perhaps Wolfstack Docks, where the ghost of the old Navy lingers. At the University and at Watchmaker’s Hill, he’s regarded with a certain pride as a local eccentric - "the pugilistic professor." At Court he is respected but not liked. In Spite, the general view is that he always thought he was above the place. This opinion is based more on his accent than on his actions, but there is some justice to it.
    edited by Aberrant Eremite on 4/16/2017

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    Hieronymus Drake: Gentleman scholar, big-game hunter, scar-faced aristocrat. Remarkably sane, all things considered.
    Tanith Wyrmwood: Longshanks cat-burglar; Bohemian author; now, perhaps, something more. Bubbly, expressive, and affectionate. It’s not only still waters that run deep.
    Telemachia Lee: Gentle lady by birth, brawling Docker by choice. Good company in the drunk tank.
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    motherofpigeons
    motherofpigeons
    Posts: 18

    4/6/2017
    Mother of Pigeons (real name unknown to masses)

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Origin: Welsh
    Age: 20

    Height: 5’2’’-5’4’’
    Build: Slim, not skinny and not really curvy
    Skin color: healthy, slightly tanned - another sign of a not-so-distant Surface past
    Eye color: Dark green
    Hair color: Reddish-brown
    Hair style/quality: Wavy, medium length; usually tied up, with some curls around the face

    Usual clothing style: Simple yet elegant clothes, like aristocratic gowns and long cloaks. Favourite colors are grey, red, peach and green.
    Other remarkable details:
    - some light freckles on the face
    - often appears with animals: mostly a salt weasel, a raven or a parabolan kitten
    - wears a boutonnière of Surface leaves
    Usual demeanor: the lady is lively, but not fidgety. Always kind to friends, animals and children, almost always friendly and charming with people (especially young, sweet and naïve girls)… but well, she can be really ruthless and cruel when necessary – for example, with her rivals. Also she may act kind of creepy when it comes to the most appaling secrets of the Neath.
    Voice: Mezzosoprano; usually soft as velvet, sometimes sharp as a knife.


    New pictures, made with Rinmaru Haunted Portrait creator and Victorian Butterfly dress up game.


    edited by motherofpigeons on 5/30/2017

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Mother%20of%20Pigeons
    Another new face in Fallen London - a writer lady who carves her path to the nobility. Likes art, beautiful women, animals and dangerous secrets of the Neath.
    Watchful - 71, Shadowy - 80, Dangerous - 73, Persuasive - 115. PoSI.
    For now any social interactions are appreciated, except Seeking.
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    Bertrand Lyndon
    Bertrand Lyndon
    Posts: 95

    2/19/2017
    Bertrand Lyndon

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: 32

    Height: Average (about 1,70 – 1,72 m or 5'6'')
    Build: Sturdy, but not fat. Lyndon isn’t too tall, but he can be imposing. He’s rather muscular.
    Skin color: Mediterranean (between white and olive, the skin color a Spanish or Italian man would have)
    Eye color: Green
    Hair color: Copper brown
    Hair style/quality: Spiky, unkempt, short hair – like a porcupine’s quills.

    Usual clothing style: Lyndon likes to dress inconspicuously, but he can play the part of the dapper gentleman reasonably well, if he has to – he just doesn’t like to do it. Most of the time he wears a thick, black duffel coat and a dark blue flat cap. The clothes under the coat may vary, but he likes to wear either shirts or sweaters. He always wears a pendant of the Cruz de Santiago around his neck. He wears boots, unless he is forced not to.

    Usual demeanor:
    Acta, non verba (actions, not words) can be assumed to be Lyndon’s motto. He doesn’t speak much and he usually comes across as blunt and abrasive when he does. He has little respect for those who can’t look after themselves, and he’s usually distrustful of others. He does show respect for those who prove to be competent in fields he considers useful (even theoretical ones).

    Voice: Baritone.

    Other remarkable details:
    - He’s of mixed descent: his father was English, his mother from Gibraltar, making him half-Spanish.
    - He’s not a Roman Catholic; he wears the pendant because it was the last gift his mother gave him before her death.
    edited by Bertrand Lyndon on 4/7/2017

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    Bertrand Lyndon, a former Sergeant of the 7th Dragoon Guards who deals in crime and secrets.

    (My main profile: a Midnighter available for Orphanages)

    Jordan Farchild, a kid who often meddles in things bigger than herself, and Bertrand's ward.

    (I check this profile less often than Bertrand and I use it only for very light roleplay)

    Call me Barren on the IRC.
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    Maxi Reigl
    Maxi Reigl
    Posts: 12

    2/10/2017
    Gotthard Redlich
    Gender: Male
    Age: around 50

    Height: about 6 feet / 1.8 meters
    Build: slightly taller than what his belt was made for, although he maintains that this is mostly due to his muscles
    Skin colour: white
    Eye colour: brown
    Hair colour: black, but getting ever greyer by the day
    Hair style/quality: his hair is curly, but short
    Usual clothing style: mostly plain worker’s clothes, though at social events he is still seen wearing his old captain lieutenant’s uniform
    Usual demeanour: He still sees himself as a naval officer and acts accordingly. Although his military discipline does not extend to most of the Neath’s pleasures, he is deeply suspicious of prisoner’s honey. He has deep faith in his the values of his upbringing, his Prussian fatherland and Kaiser Wilhelm. When in big crowds and empty streets alike he always watches his back, thinking that ‘one of those tentacled monsters’ is out to get him.
    Voice: very loud and not as deep as he would wish
    Other things: A remarkable moustache. He always takes a gun (or, for that manner, a rifle) with him.

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    Gotthard Redlich -http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Gotthard%20Redlich
    Happy to accept (dangerous) patrons and tell your orphans stories.
    Sallie Foy -
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Sallie%20Foy
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    Siankan
    Siankan
    Posts: 846

    3/13/2017
    I might as well get in on the game.


    Prof. Sian Kan

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: Most of his acquaintances guess he's around thirty. He's not telling.

    Height: Slightly over average
    Build: Slight, but toned - a racer's body.

    Skin color: Reddish-brown, the color you get when your ancestry mixes continents with abandon
    Eye color: Brown
    Hair color: Black
    Hair style/quality: Not too close-cropped, but short enough to be out of the way. Impeccably combed when seeing and being seen in London; ignored entirely when on business or out to Zee.

    Usual clothing style: Prof. Kan often wears his academic robes and a monocle when on business. When out for pleasure (or another kind of business), his suits are expertly tailored and memorable for taste rather than novelty. He has a bit of a leaning toward Spanish black (that is, solid black with red accents), and also damask waistcoats.

    Usual demeanor: In public, Prof. Kan is quiet, attentive, and self-controlled. He prefers to watch and listen; it is his policy to speak only when necessary, so that his words will have the most impact. ("You do not learn," he likes to say, "when you hear yourself first.") He is, however, an active listener, and he will laugh at all your jokes and smile in all the right places. At home among friends he is more relaxed, and his observation skills have given him a knack for putting guests at ease: just the right relaxation of propriety and personal space (neither of which he cares much about) to lower barriers without seeming forward. In either place, he is self-possessed, comfortable in any company, and absolutely never drunk.


    Voice: A warm baritone. The accent is hard to place: British overtones with... something else underneath.

    Other remarkable details: Prof. Kan is usually accompanied by one of his friends or companions, most commonly his secretary Ondine. (She has the looks of Veilgarden and the intellect of a Benthic researcher. Cross at your peril.) If he is alone, he probably wants to stay that way, and you are highly unlikely to notice him.

    ***

    Edacio del Norte

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: He's says he's 24. He's probably lying, but he's certainly old enough for a five o'clock shadow.

    Height: Notably on the short side
    Build: Not quite scrawny, but his body shows little evidence of either muscle or fat.

    Skin color: Medium, Mediterranean tones
    Eye color: Brown
    Hair color: Also brown
    Hair style/quality: An unruly mop, usually kept in the "I just got out of bed" style. He's got the charm and chutzpah to pull it off, however.


    Usual clothing style: Edacio likes to be flashy in his clothing, wearing unnecessarily fine and attention-getting clothes even for a trip to the greengrocer's. (This is partly because he likes flash, and partly as a smokescreen for situations requiring more... delicate choices in attire.)

    Usual demeanor: When you see him, Edacio is usually in the center of the group. If you're the one he's paying attention to, he's enthralling, leaving you little room to think about anything else. If you're not, however, he will probably ignore you into non-existence.

    Voice: Silky and rich, if a bit higher than he'd like.

    Other remarkable details: Edacio has the wit and the allure to charm anyone. Once he's done with you, however, he's done, and he's left a string of broken hearts and broken promises all the way from Veilgarden to the Surface. Frankly, whether in Veilgarden or Wilmot's End, Edacio is playing a game, and everyone in London is one of his pieces. His only obsession lies in those he has proven unable to charm.

    (Note: I wanted someone I could happily send North, so I created Edacio as a sociopath. He's reckless, he cares for nobody and no one [probably including himself], and the only self-control he applies is when he's trying to manipulate a pawn. I don't play him entirely to type, because I'm not going to be a jerk to other players, but if for any reason you must do horrible things to another PC, you are welcome to do them to him.)
    edited by Siankan on 3/14/2017

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    Prof. Sian Kan, at your service.
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    absimiliard
    absimiliard
    Posts: 759

    2/13/2016
    Absimiliard the Elder


    Gender: Difficult to determine
    Race: Human
    Age: Late twenties, early thirties


    Height: Tall for a woman, short for a man
    Build: Like a runner, tight, no fat, few curves; more Atalanta than Aphrodite. With strong, sharp, features and long delicate fingers.


    Skin color: white -- typical for a Neath-dweller
    Eye color: Impossible to tell behind the cosmogone glasses.
    Hair color: Black/dark-brown.
    Hair style: A lock in front, tight in back, very practical for a Zailor, very "Not" for a socialite in a gown.


    Usual clothing style: Usually seen in a Navy uniform sewn from Parabolan linen dyed a shade of irrigo so dark it looks black. At social events, or in bar-brawls, they usually wear fine gown of similar material dyed in the memory of sunlight.


    Usual demeanor: In uniform the Captain is confident and daring. They stand straight, if not particularly tall. When dressed for the evening you see an even more socially aggressive nature -- though the words cheerful, outgoing, magnanimous, and the phrase "simply MUST be in the spotlight" all occur to you as you watch them.


    Voice: Contralto, or possibly tenor, hard to say


    Other notable details: Observation over time reveals solid evidence that this person was once a dock-rat and Zailor before rising to Captain, though their habits and quirks are far more feline than murine. Even longer association will more solidly confirm the impression of feline mannerisms.


    Image:
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    edited by absimiliard on 5/8/2016
    edited by absimiliard on 7/3/2016

    --
    "Because, Parabola!" -- the Curious Captain
    Eating nightmares from friends -- and I'm easy to befriend.
    Absimiliard: the Black Rose of Wolfstack Docks
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    Appolonia
    Appolonia
    Posts: 248

    2/14/2016
    Appolonia VonRavenscroft


    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: Appears to be in her upper 20s


    Height: Not particularly tall. Average.
    Build: Slender – a ballerina’s body


    Skin color: Pale as a woman who stays mostly indoors
    Eye color: A pale blue that varies from the placidity of a lake to the flash of a storm at sea
    Hair color: Blonde
    Hair style: Elaborately pinned in a fashionable updo (see profile pic)

    Features: There is a plainness to her features that could charitably be described as ‘fresh’, less so as ‘stern’, that is relieved only when she smiles. Her most common expression – her face at rest – has a slight downcast to the eyebrows which makes her look a bit bewildered and a bit sad. She blushes easily.
    Ethnicity: Germanic, specifically Bavarian

    Usual clothing style: She dresses predominately in shades of white (ivory, cream) with accents in black (ribbon, lace, fabric). She almost always wears a choker around her neck. Several are embroidered with chess pieces, with the Queen at the center, like a cameo. Her clothes are inevitably appropriate to the time of day and occasion, which requires frequent changes. Her gowns are expensive, and often show signs of expert tailoring to match her mood or whimsy.

    Usual demeanor: Thoughtful and reserved, except with those to whom she is extremely close.

    Voice: Soprano. Operatic training.

    Other notable details: She is often seen with a fluffy green sorrow-spider on her shoulder. The sorrow-spider has luxuriantly long hair bound in tiny red ribbons. It looks suspiciously at anyone not well known to her in the manner of a chaperone or bodyguard, or both.

    Recent portraits:
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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Appolonia%20VonRavenscroft
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    The Absurd Rogue
    The Absurd Rogue
    Posts: 1049

    2/15/2016
    Gender: Male
    Race: Soulless Russian
    Age: 53 (Stuck in mid-30s)
    Build: Almost tomb-colonist like slimness, despite being very alive. Seems to have a bad back, but he can run and vault over things without issue.
    Hair: Black as pitch and very rarely arranged
    Features: His face looks like a cutting board, but he usually conceals the scars with a special make-up every morning so that they do not identify him.
    Accent: Thickly Russian, but his pronounciation and vocabulary is on point with typical British upper-class. Can imitate a wide variety of different accents with varying degrees of accuracy.

    Usual Attire: He often can be found trimmed in modest but respectable garments, favoring the vest over the tailcoat. When he visits his associates in Flowerdene street, he wears whatever he can find in a pawnshop, often strengthening the material with spidersilk to protect himself.

    Daily Carry: Doesn't leave the house without his revolver and straight razor. His gun has the quirk of only jamming when aimed at someone with a noble soul. Every bullet that he fires splinters upon impact and cannot be put together by anything less than a prodigal puzzle-solver. Every shell casing has the words "I was never here" engraved along the side.
    edited by The Absurd Rogue on 4/2/2016

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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

    RemainProfane#2532
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    Zero
    Zero
    Posts: 136

    2/23/2016
    Daniel Ember


    Gender: technically male, though he likes to exploit his androgynous appearance whenever it suits his needs.
    Race: half English, half Italian
    Age: almost 40


    Height: 5'6"
    Build: the mighty build of a bookworm: he's short, pale and scrawny. He likes reading much more than eating.
    Hair: light brown, shoulder-lenght, messy.
    Face: a foxy face with yellowish eyes, nose too long and lips too thin, often curled in a melliflous smile. He always seems tired, but this doesn't stop him from looking irritating.
    Voice: squeaky. He often talks too loudly, and in a high-pitched voice.


    Attire: he likes long coats, capes, loose shirts and high boots. Black and red are his favourite colors. If he needs to dess up as a woman, he does it with garish and plenty of laces.
    Demeanor: hyperactive, too chatty and with no sense of personal space. He may seem annoying, but he's actually a decent fellow when he's not drunk.
    He's often drunk.
    When he's not, he reads a lot. A witty and curious fellow, charmed by the secrets of the Neath. Such secrets can often lead to lunacy, but this never stopped him from making the wrong questions and studing the wrong Correspondence signs.
    He likes to hang out with bohemians and urchins, and has a strong dislike for the law and the church. He was pretty friendly with the devils, too, until they started knocking at his door and asking for his soul.
    Now his hot friends don't really look so friendly.
    Also of note: likes sharp things. Probably has at least five scalpels hidden beneath his clothes.

    edited by Zeroebbasta on 2/23/2016

    --
    SEND ME CHESS AND I SHALL RECIPROCATE

    Daniel Ember - Once a doctor. Now something else.

    My Twine games
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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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    Charlotte_de_Witte
    Charlotte_de_Witte
    Posts: 360

    12/8/2015
    Robin Mask wrote:
    Hobnail wrote:
    MY SOUL IS MAPPED
    [spoiler]

    [spoiler/]


    So many pokeballs . . .


    ROFLMAO - you Sir win the forum today!

    'Neathymon! Gotta seek em all!'

    @Hobnail, I've always looked on you as a Bosch lady (Not the dishwashers!) - but that is Impossibly Beautiful!

    --
    "Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar."

    Social actions welcome. Only, send me dupes if you need help with the Affluent Photographer please, I like the bats! [And boxed kitties, and extreme gardening]- Thank-you!

    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Charlotte%20de%20Witte
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    Sestina Valdis
    Sestina Valdis
    Posts: 210

    11/14/2015
    Fei Xue (飞血, lit. Flying Blood)

    Gender: Unknown. Fluid. Take pick.
    Race and Bloodline: Human. Chinese. Hainan Island.
    Age: 22. No secret.


    Height: 170cm. Imperial system: unfamiliar.


    Build: Lean. Muscular. Some say: attractive. I say, "Lean. Muscular." Humility.


    Skin color: Pale. Assassin cliche. Like: darkness. Ensuring pale: time-consuming. But necessary.


    Eye color: Hood: red. Eyes: unknown.


    Hair color: Black. Shiny. Proud of hair. Gloss: from bird's nest tonic.


    Hair style/quality: Long, neat. Protrudes below hood. Fetching, no?


    Facial Characteristics: Eyes: under hood. Assassin cliche.
    Face: angular but delicate. Some say: beautiful, delicious, refined, mysterious. Some even say: chin: shapely; lips: delectable. I say: "angular but delicate." Humility.

    Usual clothing style: Simple. Red tunic with hood. Mouth revealed. Design: manoeuvrable. No fuss. Change regularly, of course. Have many sets: over fifty shades of red. Essential to career. Cloak optional.
    Enjoy: red lipstick. Match tunic. Pretty lips. Dramatic. Kiss of Death. Cliche is beautiful, no? Enjoy: people laugh before they die. Murder: fun for both parties.
    Always carry: sword. Smith: me. Sword sharp, like words. Cutting, like words. Sometimes must sheathe, like words.


    Voice: They say: androgynous. Too deep for woman. Too high for man. Some: displeased. Others: tremble: fear, pleasure, or both.
    Fei Xue is perfectly capable of speaking eloquently and in full sentences. But words: precious. Long sentences: wasteful. Enjoy: colons. (Both kinds.)
    Another reason: also hate: Oriental stereotype. Revenge: best way: reiterate stereotype. Reiterate: speech. Explanation: some people prejudiced. Is ok. They: laugh before death. Laugh at speech. Laugh at sentence structure. Laugh: good excuse for murder. Laugh: murder fun for both parties.

    Usual demeanor: They say: Ruthless. But I: determined. Quote: your Darwin: "Survival of the fittest." Unfit die: resources to fit. Not merciless. Simply utilitarian, Darwinian. No waste. Great Cycle. (Another cliche!)
    They say: heartless. But manipulation: enjoyable. Test of skill. Good practice for assassin. Also necessary. Assassin: must get used to being used. Assassin: tool. But not immoral. Not amoral. Loyalty: to master, to Club, to client, to friends. Friends: useful, fascinating.
    Not ungrateful. Have honour. Repay kindness. Mutually beneficial. But altruism: foolish. World: too cruel. Only mutual benefit. Transactions. Bonds. Contracts. Not charity.
    Goal: become best assassin. Meld into shadow. One with blade. Death before dishonour. Sounds stupid, is stupid. But must embody cliche. Act out wishes. Wishes of others are wishes of Self. Perform role well. Be rewarded.


    Photo:
    ((This beautiful sketch is by Sandro Halpho. Fei Xue's lips are usually far redder than this--imagine bright, bright crimson-- but I think the medium and style aptly capture the "feel" that I wanted for this character.))

    edited by Sestina Valdis on 11/14/2015
    edited by Sestina Valdis on 11/15/2015
    edited by Sestina Valdis on 11/21/2015
    edited by Sestina Valdis on 11/30/2015

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    Sestina Valdis, the Saccharine Satirist.
    Appearance and Misc. Accoutrements
    A Past Scattered Across Discarded Stockings

    Fei Xue, the Artful Assassin.
    Self

    Edward de Riere, the Barebones Baron.

    Avatar by Daniel Ilinca.
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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).

    --
    "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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    Jolanda Swan
    Jolanda Swan
    Posts: 1431

    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

    --
    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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    Eglantine-Fox
    Eglantine-Fox
    Posts: 872

    8/8/2016
    Eglantine Fox

    If one is to look at Eglantine, one will see a figure that might be a pretty, effeminate man, or a handsome woman in mannish garb. An observer would put their age at their late twenties to early thirties. They stand about 5'5" high, weighing around 130lbs, built slender, with wiry muscle. Their eyes started out green, but are currently a dark, stormy grey, due to Neathly dream shenanigans. They are pale-skinned, having always been so, but the Neath hasn't exactly helped in that regard. Their hair is red-auburn, artfully disheveled, after the fashion of some Bohemians who wish to cultivate an impression that they have but recently been involved in something interesting and probably scandalous. In Eglantine's case, that might just be true, but it's getting their hair to stop looking like that which is the tricky bit, rather than arranging it.


    They tend to dress in elegant suits, socially, but ratskin and other more exotic choices can and do make an appearance if they're actually having to work at something. Their usual demeanour is the kind one finds in a number of people in Veilgarden: cheerfully hedonistic, languidly flirtatious, frequently amused. Eglantine in a serious mood is much, much more dangerous than their usual attitudes suggest. Their voice hovers somewhere between a low alto and a high tenor, and a keen and knowing ear might occasionally pick up the faint vestiges of a Welsh accent.

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    Eglantine Fox, the charming and androgynous Correspondent, teetering between hobbies of seduction and self-destruction.

    Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).

    Isidore Day, an up-and-coming London gentleman. All allegations of wrongdoing are categorically denied.
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    Eglantine-Fox
    Eglantine-Fox
    Posts: 872

    8/9/2016
    Siobhan O'Malley

    Gender: Female
    Age: Mid twenties.
    Race: Human (Celtic)
    Height: 5'7"
    Weight: Approx 140lbs.
    Build: Willowy build, but with some lean muscle.
    Skin colour: Pale, with freckles that are the most obvious sign that she's surface-born.
    Eye colour: Blue-grey.
    Hair: Black, curly, worn tied back most of the time.

    Clothes: Usually found in simple, practical dresses that aren't an encumbrance to her, and that she can hide a weapon in.
    Usual demeanour: Friendly, mostly, with a very sweet smile, unless her temper gets set off, at which point she's hard as steel. Switches to sullen attitude if forced to coexist too long with figures of English authority.

    Voice: Mid-range for a woman, with quite obvious Irish accent, that gets stronger when she's upset.

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    Eglantine Fox, the charming and androgynous Correspondent, teetering between hobbies of seduction and self-destruction.

    Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).

    Isidore Day, an up-and-coming London gentleman. All allegations of wrongdoing are categorically denied.
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    Vavakx Nonexus
    Vavakx Nonexus
    Posts: 889

    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.]
    edited by Vavakx Nonexus on 1/19/2018

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    Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.


    Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.


    Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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    Panthalassa
    Panthalassa
    Posts: 27

    10/23/2014
    Marina Beauvais
    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: Perhaps 22 to 24 years of age.
    Height: Taller than average; not terribly so, but enough to be noticeable in a crowd.
    Build: Skinny as a rail, with very, very few curves to speak of.
    Skin color: Tanned, as if used to being outside in the sun. Of course, there is no sun here.
    Eye color: A brilliant, clear ocean blue.
    Hair color: Golden blond, though it has faded slightly.
    Hair style/quality: Her hair is long, thick, and straight, reaching below her mid-back unbound, but it is prone to getting in the way; as such, she keeps it in a simple braid.
    Usual clothing style: Marina dresses conservatively, in dresses with long skirts and sleeves and tall collars, in colors of blue (usually of the darker shade) and cream. She usually does not wear hats; however, when the situation calls for it, she will wear her pair of neathglass goggles, a practice which she hopes to do someday with a pair of semiotic spectacles instead.
    Usual demeanor: Marina exudes an aura of respectability, with her perfect posture, serene face, and careful choice of words, said in her characteristic crisp, contraction free manner of speaking. She can, and has, been absolutely undone, but in her career in Fallen London it hasn't happened...yet.

    Madelyne Sedgewick (real name Madelyne Sinaceur)
    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: 16, going on 17.
    Height: Average
    Build: Muscular, in the lean sense.
    Skin color: Very dark brown. Though she is of both Moroccan and Spanish (mestizo) decent, she takes more after her father in terms of looks and attitude.
    Eye color: A jade green, with a ring of brown around both irises.
    Hair color: Jet black.
    Hair style/quality: Mady's hair is naturally glossy, though with all the dirt, sweat, and who knows what else that gets tangled in her hair, it is hard to spot at first glance. As for her hairstyle, she usually keeps it down, where it reaches her back, except for a section of hair she keeps tied back into a ponytail. She also has bangs, which, as she does the cutting and maintenance herself, are choppy and messy.
    Usual clothing style: Mady usually goes around wearing trousers or pants, along with shirts and her shabby cloak, scandal be damned. She usually does not have the luxury of choosing clothes based on their color, but she favors purple and old rose.
    Usual demeanor: Irreverent and slightly lazy, but in even the slightest movement one can see the energy that runs up and down. How much of this is owed to her personality and how much to her youth is a question none can really answer.



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    My characters: Marina
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    IForgotAgain
    IForgotAgain
    Posts: 1

    11/5/2014

    Name:
    Lorry Knoll, not that they remember usually. Took to carrying a identification to remind them, but lost it.
    Gender:
    Replies to inquiries with "I don't know, but isn't the concept of gender fascinating? Somebody said to me-"
    Race: Human.
    Age: Around 20 years old.

    Height: Short, about five foot.
    Build: Narrow-shouldered with wide hips, though no curves. Looks rather triangular. Very weak.

    Skin color: Pale.
    Eye color: Baby blue.
    Hair color: Sandy blonde.
    Hair style/quality: Very messy and very short. Even when washed, stays very dry and brittle.

    Usual clothing style: A fan of oversized sweaters that drop down to just above the knee, oversized coats that need to have their sleeves rolled up, oversized boots that reach to just below the knee and usually trousers to cover the knee. Used to wear prescription lenses, but lost them, so they simply squint and get very close to things.

    Usual demeanor: Very curious and excitable, with an interest in everything. Extremely talkative, and almost impossible to get to shut up once they've started. Willing to do anything if they think it will be fun or interesting. Never aware when somebody is laughing at them, but if threatened with violence or insulted clearly, they become very withdrawn and sad, and make no move to defend themselves.

    Voice: A high, clear voice with no clear accent, though it has been noted that they sound very childish. They speak very quickly.

    Other remarkable details: -
    • Is very forgetful, and has a tendency to lose things
    • When they were on the surface, made a wish to learn every secret in existence. Now down in Fallen London, they have said that 'most' or even 'some' secrets will do.
    • Has a surprising vain streak - they think of themselves as cute and charming. How true this is varies by opinion.

    edited by IForgotAgain on 12/15/2014

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/profile/IForgotAgain
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    Artemis Evans
    Artemis Evans
    Posts: 15

    12/5/2014
    Artemis Evans

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: 22 or 24

    Height: She’s pretty short compared to her companions. She is usually in heels so she can tower above urchins. However it is hard to run in the Film with heels on so. . .
    Build: She is slender and lithe. Not curvy but skinny.
    Skin color: She has dark skin that she got from her mother. It like the chocolate from across the sea.
    Eye color: She never knew her father but she assumes she gets her hazel eyes and freckles from him.
    Hair color: Her hair color is a dark brown that looks red in the real sunlight but that easily gets mistaken for black in the Neath.
    Hair style/quality: It is down to the middle of her back and it’s curly and kinky and when she’s truly let go, it will just be down but when she’s planning to get someone’s attention she pins it up so that only the one she really wants hang down and then she places a hat upon her head.

    Usual clothing style: Artemis knows for what she does, she needs to dress to not be noticed. So yes she tends to stay with dark colours. Unlike her ex fiance Artemis likes tight fitting men clothing, well tailored blazers, tight fitting trousers that fit to her (rather nonexistent) curves. She grew up with nothing though so she clings to everything she owns. She’ll wear a dress sometimes, pricey bright things that she usually saves for society and her dalliances with devils.

    Usual demeanor: On the outside, she’s a brash little thing to be honest, with a rude little smirk upon her face. Never did really learn how to hold her tongue. Since being in the Neath, she’s learned to be a lot more subtle. She was born with a natural tendency to lie and cheat and steal. But thanks to the Neath she’s learned to manipulate and force. But don’t let that fool you however, she has a tendency to be kind to urchins and to laugh among devils and to trip constables.

    Other remarkable details: -
    She was a born an outcast and secretly wants to live forever.
    Was an abandoned orphan above and now proceeds to care too much about misled urchins.
    Will defend other women.
    Sleeps with anybody, like really she doesn't care.
    She’s young and foolish and wants to become much more than she is.
    There is a scar in the middle of her back from when someone threw a hot iron at her to stop her.

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    "To say I'm mad is an understatement. To say I'm happy would be a lie."
    Arty here and always accepting calling cards and help
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Artemis%20evans " target="_blank" rel="nofollow"> http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Artemis%20evans
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    Ami Miljkovich
    Ami Miljkovich
    Posts: 98

    10/22/2014
    Soran

    Gender: Ambiguous, as is their preference; only Soran's various lovers are privy to their true gender.
    Age: Late 30's.
    Height: Somewhat short, maybe just over five feet.
    Build: Thin.
    Skin colour: White and fairly pale (aside from the dark circles usually surrounding their eyes, anyway).
    Eye colour: Grey.
    Hair colour: Dirty blonde.
    Hair style: Short, stiff, and on the disorganized side, usually looking like they've just spent the whole night either supping honey or studying mind-burning mysteries (which they probably have).

    Wears suits of various types (always fitted about one size too big), usually with a Brass Ring on their finger or an armored projectile guinea pig in their pocket (depending on the situation), and either one of their many beloved pets or a member of the Blackwing Club (their Appreciation Society) hanging off their shoulder. Their voice has a slight rasp to it which helps to further mask their gender, a bit like a crow who's undergone some heavy elocution classes.

    Zero Hunt

    Gender: Male.
    Age: 27
    Height: Just above five-and-a-half feet.
    Build: Slim, but athletic.
    Skin colour: Light brown.
    Eye colour: Hazel.
    Hair colour: Black.
    Hair style: Soft, just long enough to occasionally fall over his eyes, and lovingly messy.

    Prefers to wear a cheap, blood-stained suit and a frayed old feather cap, but will readily switch to more respectable attire when the situation calls for it. He always likes to carry a weapon of some description, just in case, though propriety usually forces him to keep it hidden. Has a warm, pleasant voice, in fitting with his intensely handsome looks.

    --
    The Secret-Hungry Bat ~ "I have my bats and my works, and endless secrets and pleasures at my disposal; what need have I of a soul?"
    The Dangerously-Charming Fox ~ "Let's go stab each other and then get drunk together! That's what friends do around here, right?"
    The Ever-Scheming Magpie ~ "All I'm after is a fresh start... And maybe a little profit on the side..."
    The Blood-Thirsty Moth ~ "This floor isn't red enough. I need to fix that. Come closer."
    Meet the families.
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    Macy Grey
    Macy Grey
    Posts: 19

    10/23/2014
    Macy bears a striking resemblance to your Herlinda, aha! Great minds think alike when it comes to the cameos. Not quite the same though!

    Miss Macy Grey is a woman of very small but sturdy frame in her mid-twenties. Being an acrobat by trade originally, she's fairly muscular, but underneath clothing you wouldn't guess it if only due to her slight size. While originally on the surface her complexion was a healthy one, like most people who spend a good amount of time in the neath her skin tone has shifted to an ashy white. Her hair is a dark, chocolate brown, cut short around her head and pinned about like a cloud of curls; while it looks rather uncontrolled, it's actually kept fairly neat, save for the loose bits that choose to sweep about on her forehead. Typically though, she is wearing some sort of hat, be it of the exceptional variety or not -- men's top hats are a favorite.

    She has wide set dark eyes, with thick eyelashes, and a sharp ever-present smile that is the true mark of a performer. Her eyebrows are very prominent and expressive, but that could be said about her whole face -- it almost always seems to be laughing, but not always out of good intentions. Maybe it's the vibrant colors of makeup she chooses.

    In terms of dress, the only true consistency is a frilled corset and delicate - if scandalous - undergarments and stockings. On occasion it is only that under cloaks and baggy suits, when haunting the Flit, but in more genteel company she prefers dresses of vivid colors that try to give her figure a more feminine touch. That is, unless the clothes of the aristocracy are deemed too boring; suit coats and gowns together can be quite interesting, and society doesn't seem to mind -too- much.

    She's the kind of girl that either wants to be the center of attention -- or completely absent from attention as she helps herself to your belongings.

    --
    Always looking for more company down here.
    The Acrobat: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Macy~Grey

    Her brother, the Academic: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Frederick~Grey
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    Kat Curwen
    Kat Curwen
    Posts: 3

    10/25/2014
    Gender: Female
    Age: 16–18
    Height: About 5 feet
    Build: Petite, slender
    Eyes: Blue
    Hair: Straight black and black, Kat’s hair is usually worn in a sloppy pile with escaping strands that she unconsciously twirls.
    Dress: Kat tends to dress in practical clothes running to browns, grays, and dark greens and blues. She secretly wishes she could dress in something more flattering with bright colors. Her glasses are inclined to slide down her nose and she’s constantly pushing them back up.
    General Description: Kat is bright, kind hearted, earnest, and insatiably curious. When excited about a new idea or adventure (which is often), she talks quickly and her eyes grow wide and shine brilliantly. Most of Kat’s knowledge is book learning; lacking real world experience she is often more confident and trusting than is warranted. When not intensely absorbed in talking about her latest expedition or the latest book she’s read, Kat is quite shy and uncomfortable when the center of attention.

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Katrina~Curwen
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    William The Marshal
    William The Marshal
    Posts: 24

    10/27/2014
    Gender: Male
    Age: Somewhere in the "young-adult" range
    Height: Quite tall; well over 6 feet
    Build: Average, fairly muscular
    Skin: Pale, as is common in the Neath, but of a pallor that suggests this is natural rather than due to London's darkness
    Eyes: Variable. Green to brown.
    Hair: Dark brown (frequently mistaken for black); longer than is acceptable at Court but shorter than is quite fashionable for Bohemians. Generally messy and draggled. When he bothers (infrequent), restrained with a grey silk ribbon. Has been known to contain: dried blood, dirt, Zee water, wine, honey, sweat, brandy, ink, bits of broken glass, and - eurgh - something you really hope is mud.
    Dress: Generally adorned with a rather snazzy Clothes-Colony including embroidered waistcoat, silk scarf (either trailing behind him or wrapped round his face), and - the centrepiece - a leather coat of more than mortal magnificence, endowed with a large number of extremely useful and frequently well-hidden pockets. He is rarely seen without his Luminous Neathglass Goggles; when he is forced to remove them, he affects a small pair of round neathglass spectacles. He generally eschews a hat. Does not usually wear gloves, as "it's d----ed difficult to find a pair that accommodate the use of brass knuckles." At formal events he wears a light cavalry sabre that he claims he "won in a duel with a Colonel of Hussars".
    Voice: Moderately deep and smooth, usually impeccably British. When emotional or under stress, he develops a slight foreign (French? Italian?) accent. When angry, he has been known to swear in up to six languages.
    Companions: Almost always accompanied by his two ravens, Gwydion and Taliesin. They like to sit on his shoulders, quoting Machiavelli and Voltaire, respectively. He is rarely seen without at least one book and/or weapon evident about his person.
    Demeanour: Habitually irreverent and sarcastic to just about everyone, in a grim, black-comedy sort of way. When he gets cheerful, someone's probably trying to kill him. His smiles are inevitably either guarded or supercilious. Fond of raising one eyebrow whenever it seems appropriate. When everyone is laughing, he's usually off in a corner being gloomy (except in certain Veilgarden pubs). Unless he trusts you (and he doesn't trust many people), the face you see bears little resemblance to what he actually feels.
    When he is engaged in academic work - either on the behalf of Benthic's Department of History or as a part of his private, more esoteric, pursuits, he tends to act like the archetypical "absent-minded professor" - losing things, causing small avalanches of research material, forgetting appointments, etc. This is probably genuine rather than pretense. Probably.
    edited by William the Marshal on 10/27/2014
    edited by William the Marshal on 12/8/2014

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    William the Marshal - a Pensive Professor and Sorrowful Soldier. A gentleman of very little importance, except perhaps in his own mind. On good terms with the Bohemians and, oddly, Society. Do feel free to drop by for a visit. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/William~the~Marshal
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    Emelia Blaire
    Emelia Blaire
    Posts: 20

    8/21/2015
    This should be fun! Maybe I'll draw them sometime.
    ~~~~~
    Emilia Blaire
    Gender: Female
    Age: Late teens, and please remember that.
    Height: A tad short I would say, but perhaps that has something to do with age
    Build: Slightly pudgy, with some curves.

    Skin tone: A very slight tan, obviously from heritage rather than sunlight.
    Eye Colour: A most peculiar shade of amber yellow, though it can be hard to tell in the darkness down here.
    Hair Colour: Mousey brown
    Hair Style: Slightly frizzy and straight, though often done up in a braid or bun.
    Face Type: Rounded and soft, with a seemingly permanent look of apathy.

    Usual Clothing style:
    Reserved and quiet. Simple dresses in muted colours, plain blouses. On special occasions, she tends toward lively colours like bright reds or deep purple, occasionally even with some jewellery.

    Usual Demeanor: Like her clothes, she is typically quiet and reserved. This is less from a dislike of people and more because she is almost constantly thinking. Because of this she can seem very cold, but is actually a very kind person. That said, she always seems to be hiding something, and the poor girl has almost constant nightmares of the things she studies and investigates.

    Voice: Level to the point of monotone, unless she's feeling a very intense emotion (rage, terror, etc). She has a very polite and mature way of speaking.

    Other Notable Details: She owns a great many pets, so it isn't uncommon to see her with a couple of them. She is almost never seen without her raven Kerrigan.
    ~~~~~
    Evelynn Hart
    Gender: Female
    Age: 25.
    Height: On the tall side of average
    Build: Slim, long-limbed, overall elegantly built

    Skin tone:
    Pale
    Eye Colour: Deep blue
    Hair Colour: Deep Honey blonde
    Hair Style: Natural ringlets, shiny and smooth
    Face Type: Pretty average, but with very high cheek bones

    Usual Clothing style:
    Form flattering dresses in rich colours. She has a very high self image, and wears clothes that reflect it, with deep necklines, prominent corsets, embroidery and fancy laces and silks. Occasionally her clothes border on scandalous, but she likes the attention

    Usual Demeanor: Evelynn is quite conceited and self indulgent. She craves attention, and does rash things just for the response it garners. She's also flirty and will flirt with just about anyone who interests her, and she is most certainly not above faking a relationship to use a person. Above almost anything she values herself and her priorities come before a great many other things in life.

    Voice: In the higher range, but still very pleasant to listen to. It tends to have a slightly sultry hum to it.

    Other Notable Details: N/A

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Emelia~Blaire
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    CapBubba
    CapBubba
    Posts: 3

    5/5/2015
    Varutil Vanderhill

    Gender:
    Male, though he enjoys people's inability to place that immediately.
    Race: Human
    Age: Somewhere around 28

    Height: A little above six feet
    Build: Thin and lithe, he looks to be used to both scrapping and lounging

    Skin color: He keeps his skin hidden usually, but when it's seen it looks a pale white, as if it was not his original color
    Eye color: His eyes are a deep blue the only natural feature seen through his normal headgear
    Hair color: His hair isn't visible
    Hair style/quality: Wrapped up under his bandaged mask

    Usual clothing style: Varutil wears a comfortable and well-worn suit, native to the Neath in the sense that it has patches that are mostly well hidden. Most people know that one isn't to comment on their clothing style unless it's exceptional, which in this case is his head. Everything above the shoulders, neck up, is wrapped in heavy linen bandages. He has large glass frames that show his eyes, but everything else is hidden with serious intent.

    Usual demeanor: Varutil is eccentric and lively, enjoying his time in the Neath by experiencing everything he can. Invitations for socialization are freely forthcoming and any wine offered will be gone within a matter of minutes. He loves to write, both stories and poetry, but while his stories are enjoyable his poetry is cliche. He will claim it's because the people love it, but it's truly because poetic inspiration is hard for him to obtain. The word Hedonism describes him perfectly.

    Voice: Varutil speaks with a melodic cadence, though it's obvious he does it as a ploy. When he gets too inebriated the cadence slips and his lighter voice drops a few tones.

    --
    Varutil Vanderhill: Esteemed busybody and glamorous glib. Willing to drink your wine and talk your ears off. Literally.
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Varutil
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    Vincent Asmund
    Vincent Asmund
    Posts: 303

    5/7/2015
    Vincent Åsmund (Alias "VÅ"

    Gender: Undetermined, though most assume they're male.
    Race: Most probably human, but some claim they see void eyes under his luminous goggles.
    Age: Age Range of 23-28

    Height: 190cm (6'2)
    Build: VÅ looks as thin as a scarecrow at first, although one can figure out he has a slightly muscular build- at least, muscular enough to defend himself.

    Skin color: White as snow.
    Eye color: His goggles seem to reflect a grey-green light, apart from the light it contains.
    Hair color: Raven, sometimes mistaken for black.
    Hair style/quality: Usually messy and some is dyed grey, unless at a social event where he'll have it washed and combed to the side.

    Usual clothing style: He wears a clean morning suit, polished shoes, luminous Neathglass goggles, and carries Warm Amber with him.

    Voice: His voice is soothing-- it washes over you like waves on a lovely calm morning and he uses that for multiple purposes, whether it be for crime, for poetry or for scandal.

    Usual accompaniment: N/A, although he has a Racing Slug of Fine Pedigree.

    --

    Vincent Åsmund
    , a rather charming fellow. Do stop by for a cup of tea.
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    Jonathan Galloway
    Jonathan Galloway
    Posts: 17

    8/13/2015
    John Uflon

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: Around 19-20

    Height: Slightly taller than most
    Build: Muscular from the days on the zee

    Skin color: Pale from no light
    Eye color: Dark brown
    Hair color: Black
    Hair style/quality: Curly, being mixed.
    Usual clothing style: A simple suit and top hat, maybe a coat on cold days
    Usual demeanor: Warm and enjoyable, but can be scary when he wants.
    Voice: High baritone to low trumpet
    Other remarkable details: He has a scar from where a maniac cut him, slightly below his eye, crossing his nose. Also, freckles dot around the scar.

    Lore:
    Born an orphan, John spent his time in an urchin gang, eventually becoming the leader. One day on a heist for food, he was caught by the Constable and sent for a trial. Since he was under age at the time, he was sent to work at the docks, where he eventually became a zailor. He was 12.

    One day, when they were docked at the Shepard Isles, he got caught in a brawl with some Khans. One of the Khans, a drunk old maniac, came at him with a knife and sliced him, starting from below his left and going across his nose, ending at the other eye. This whole incident happened when he was 16.

    On his 17th name day, he "retired" from the zee life. He returned to Fallen London and is now getting into a spot of trouble here and there, knocking heads together. He spent a few nights at areas he best avoid, bedded a few women, and spent some nights drunk.

    On his 19th name day, he went a pub with a few of his friends, and spent the evening with them. After a few drinks, he spotted him. The Khan that cut him. John, in his drunken state, grab his friends gun and shot the Khan. The next day he was arrested.

    (Start of the Game)
    edited by John_ on 8/13/2015

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/John_
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    JackiePink
    JackiePink
    Posts: 31

    8/14/2015
    I am glad folx are doing this!

    Jackie Pink

    Gender: Whatever it needs to be
    Race: Probably human
    Age: 28-30

    Height: 5'10", not too tall but confidence gives an extra boost
    Build: Lean and strong.
    Eye color: Bluish-grey, with a bemused gleam.
    Hair: Usually shaved to a buzz, but grows in red.
    Clothing style: Shabby, loose black pants and a white shirt, covered by a smart overcoat. An old flat cap covers their head, a green heather garment that holds a particular sentiment for the wearer. Boots are remarkably well-polished.
    Smell: Vanilla and sassafras, with an undertone of cedar wood. A smell far and away from this life, a smell from another continent...
    Other: Has taken to carrying a walking stick. Often accompanied by a marsh-wolf, a timid thing that prefers ear scratches to fights. When deep in thought, Pink's hand often drops to the creature's head.

    Voice: Low and rough from too much whiskey and absinthe, but actually somewhat beautiful in song. Whatever time has been spent in the Neath, Pink still can't get rid of that damned American drawl.

    Demeanor: Jackie is clever and reserved and a bit melancholy, quiet but quick with a quip when the occasion permits. Their step is soft and ears are open, but can conjure a warm smile when needed. Appears to be heartless and crafty, but has been known to be kind on occasion. You’re most likely to see a smirk on Jackie’s lips. A little romance can always be coaxed out of this fox. Loves a drink but is never drunk, likes to write but hates being called an author, takes tea as black as a devil’s heart.

    Occupation: An enquirer - works for a fee, takes cases based on curiosity and self-improvement. Isn’t afraid of dirty hands or a spotted soul.

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    Jackie Pink, the melancholy American. Drop a calling card for menace reduction, social actions, or roleplaying.http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Jackie~Pink
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    Catherina
    Catherina
    Posts: 4

    6/26/2015
    Catherina (Cathy, never Cath)


    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: She hasn't the faintest idea. From looking at her face in the mirror and from vague memories of when her childhood was, she would guess she was around 20 years old. Not that she cares.
    Height: Short, very short
    Build: The kind of build a girl would get after living off of scraps and the kindness of strangers who don't know they're being kind to the wrong person for most of her life.
    Skin color: Pale
    Eye color: Brown
    Hair: Red and very, very curly. She never bothers taming it, just tries to stuff it all under a big enough hat.
    Usual clothing style: Colours, ribbons, overly big hats and whatever she can find that she thinks looks nice. She isn't afraid of inappropriate dresses, in fact she enjoys the scandalized looks almost as much as the stares. Perhaps even more.
    Usual demeanor: She doesn't quite know when to take things seriously, but when she does, she takes things Very Seriously indeed. Cathy is an optimistic and enthusiastic girl who smiles and laughs a lot. She likes friends, whether they're actual friends, strangers or perhaps even enemies. She thinks she's more clever than she actually is and is also quite a reckless sort of girl, but she somewhat makes up for it with her charm. Catherina knows how to get herself out of sticky situations. Unless they're affairs of the heart, in which case she's completely hopeless. In short, she's an idiot, but an interesting one, at least.
    Voice: She likes faking accents and will usually try to use the right accent for the right occasion, but her own is very common. Her voice is high and very loud. She can yell at people from three blocks away and they would hear it. Unless she's being secretive, of course. In which case she'll whisper so softly she'll have to repeat herself five times.
    Other remarkable details: Some scars she doesn't like to talk about, some of which are in the middle of her face. She has a kitten called Soot. She lives on Cathy's shoulder.
    edited by Catherina on 6/27/2015

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    Catherina, an intriguing and watchful lady
    Social actions always welcome. I do so love new friends, don't you?
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    Cryptix23
    Cryptix23
    Posts: 33

    7/1/2015
    I'm planning on drawing these two, and I haven't as concrete an idea of 23 as of 13, but I figured it'd be neat to do a couple of these up.

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    Cryptix 23 - The Lady of Ravens

    Gender: Female, more or less
    Race: Human(?)
    Age: Young 20s, or at least acts that way

    Height: 6'1"
    Build: Thin, just a little curvy, with long limbs and hands and stooped shoulders. Not much muscle, but she's working on that.

    Skin color: A darkish tawny, though somewhat faded and greyed with lack of sun
    Eye color: Green
    Hair color: Ash-brown, a few shades darker than her skin, and terribly unremarkable
    Hair style/quality: Thin and straight, mid-back length, without enough body to cooperate with most hairstyles other than 'loose bun'. Prone to flyaways. She keeps meaning to cut it all off.
    Facial Characteristics: A hawkish profile, strong chin, prominent brow, heavy bags under her eyes, and a tendency to grin most improperly.

    Usual clothing style: Whatever the occasion calls for, but often leaning towards the masculine for ease of motion and quick changes. She far prefers waistcoats and trousers to corsets and skirts. If she had things her way, she'd always be wearing her knee-length boots and opera cloak, with perhaps a nice charcoal-gray three-piece.

    Usual demeanor: Exuberant, prone to throwing herself wholeheartedly into any of a number of ventures at any given time, with an unflinching optimism. She tries to be taciturn and mysterious like the vigilantes that she styles herself after, but often fails at it. Eager to make contacts among all walks of life. Quick to side with the little guy. The deathless nature of the Neath has made her a tad trigger-happy, but she still tries to avoid unnecessary violence.

    Voice: Smooth and soothing, a nice baritone.

    Other remarkable details: Ink-stained hands from writing of her experiences and adventures. Generally found in the company of several ravens, hence her chosen moniker. Trying to simultaneously juggle a problem with nightmares and laudanum. Has a tattoo on the inside of her left wrist of the number 23 imposed over three thick parallel lines of varying length, unlike any of Clathermont's offerings.

    ***

    Cryptix 13 - The Aluminum Eagle - "The Eagle" ("Lumi," if you're close. You probably aren't.)

    Gender: Unknown, defaults to male pronouns
    Race: Human(?)
    Age: Unknown. Probably upper 20s.

    Height: "I thought you'd be taller" -- something about The Eagle's demeanor suggests a looming figure of well over six feet, so it's a bit of a shock that he's only 5'5". It doesn't help that his spine curves and gives him a slouch.
    Build: Angular, and wiry; what little that's on his frame is muscle. His limbs, particularly his arms, are too long for his build.

    Skin color: Corpselike darkish gray-brown, with a blue hypothermic tinge, and blackened fingers
    Eye color: Grey-blue, more grey than blue
    Hair color: What escapes from beneath his hat and wrappings is an iron-gray
    Hair style/quality: Wispy and thin, unevenly short. If he has any facial hair it's well-hidden.
    Facial Characteristics: The Eagle's wrappings fail to hide a strong aquiline profile (to put it less politely, his very prominent nose). There is a hint as well of a strong jawline and high cheekbones. He takes pains to cover his mouth very well, with a slight cut to drink and eat through.

    Usual clothing style: The Eagle's sartorial choice of wrapping his entire upper body, from waist to face to fingertips, in linen bandages does not particularly stand out in the Neath. Over the wrappings he wears a gray newsboy cap -- pulled low over his eyes -- and a brown tweed overcoat with the collar pulled high; below the wrappings, dyed nankeen trousers and rubber-soled black boots. Shirt, waistcoat, collar, and all the accoutrements of civilized society are often eschewed unless, for some reason, he feels the need to make a good impression as other than an uncivilized bruiser. All of his clothes bear all sorts of mysterious and unsavory stains, clearly stating a history of violence and inadequate relationship with laundry services.

    Usual demeanor: "Unfriendly" is the best term for it. Quiet and perpetually glowering, more likely to talk with his fists than to bandy words. He does seem to have a soft-spot for urchins, clay men, and tomb-colonists.

    Voice: Rough and gravelly, with a whistling, slurring quality that points to something irregular about the mouth producing it.

    Other remarkable details: He is exceedingly fond of his knuckledusters, and the mangy marsh-wolf he calls Fishguts. Has a heavily scarred-over tattoo on the inside of his left wrist of the number 13 imposed over three thick parallel lines of varying length, unlike any of Clathermont's offerings.
    edited by Cryptix23 on 7/1/2015

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    Prone to occasionally disappear for weeks at a time.

    Lady 23; the Magnanimous Midnighter, self-styled detective vigilante. Extraordinary Mind. Loves boxed cats.
    The Aluminum Eagle; grumpy bandaged hobgoblin with entirely too many dogs. Shattering Force.
    Threnody Lament; charmingly ruthless socialite.
    Carrion Crow; Seeker of the Name. Cares little for safety or sanity.

    All characters accepting calling cards and social actions. Follow their adventures here
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    Ruairidh Mòr
    Ruairidh Mòr
    Posts: 3

    2/16/2015

    Particulars will be updated upon a more fortuitous future occasion.


    edited by Ruairidh Mòr on 12/9/2015

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    Ruairidh Mòr
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    Zhorgren
    Zhorgren
    Posts: 23

    4/30/2015
    Everyone makes the same mistake. They look at the mortal. Shoulder-length, midnight hair. Pallid, grey skin. Unnaturally thin, as if it never eats. A twisted, reluctant grin. Soulless, blood-red eyes. No definite gender. You know, a typical Londoner. Zhorgren is not the one to look out for.

    High on its shoulders, 5 feet and 10 inches above the ground, are perched the real threat. The twins, Quoth and Maggie, drawing a light grey ichor through the shapeless black cloak with their talons. Ravens. Quoth’s feathers are stained with blood, brain, and rubbery ink. Maggie’s are the colour of old parchment, betraying her old hardships, despite her frequent bathing. A cursory glance would lead one to believe they were mere Raven Advisors. A cursory glance is not enough. The ravens are its masters. Look not at the mortal. Look to the birds, whispering contradictory orders in its ears. The mortal is a puppet. A terrified, unwitting puppet.
    edited by Zhorgren on 4/30/2015

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    "Elapsam semel occasionem non ipse potest Iuppiter reprehendere, Quoth"

    "Shut up, Maggie"

    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Zhorgren
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    bitterhorn
    bitterhorn
    Posts: 61

    4/30/2015
    sure, I'll play.
    Mx. Bitterhorn (given name unknown; has only referred to themselves by the surname? alias? Whatever-it-is.)

    Gender: Indeterminate. Not so much the active, transcendent, superhuman flavor of 'androgyny' found in some heathen gods; more of the unwholesome sort possessed by the mouldering corpse of a seal.

    Race: Human, most likely.
    Age: It's difficult to tell. Certainly fully-grown, yet perhaps not yet middle-aged. Somewhere between 30 and 45 years?
    Height: Average (albeit small-framed and quite slouchy). Perhaps a metre and three-quarters, were one to hazard a guess.
    Build: Gangly, if not emaciated. Limbs unusually long. But only a bit, mind.
    Skin color: A faint sallow greyish-beige suggestive of mildewed parchment left out in the sun to bleach out again.
    Eye color: A uniform brownish yellow, like dry mustard.
    Hair: Largely absent, though not so profoundly or symmetrically to qualify as a tonsure, and in no pattern suggestive of advanced age in either sex. What remains is coarse, stringy, and Eminently Forgettable in color ; perhaps it is a mousy brown, perhaps the color of straw, perhaps it's a dull medium grey. Accounts do vary.

    Usual clothing style: A black overcoat with collar tailored to resemble a priestly cassock. Rarely removed. The occasional flash of herringbone tweed might be glimpsed beneath, in passing. It's unclear what manner of garment it comprises, however. Generally smells faintly of weird fungal perfumes of their own invention. Often seen displaying both rosary beads and superstitious artifacts such as the Hand of Glory.

    Usual demeanor: Oscillates between dead silence and fawning, oily gregarity.
    Voice: Speaks what might have been called the "Queen's English" before the Fall – perhaps a touch too meticulously to be entirely credible - and in a well-composed simulacrum of solicitous affability. Tends toward the literary and archaic over the informal. Occasionally does reveal a nasal, wheedling undercurrent under duress, or betray a slushy lisp when particularly excited.

    --
    Marsh(-)mark(ed) thurifer, bookkeeper, &c. of Blackfen-on-Zee; Bazaarine aesthete, unnatural historian, thing-about-town.
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/bitterhorn
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    Pyrodinium
    Pyrodinium
    Posts: 639

    10/31/2015
    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: Mid twenties
    Height: 6'0
    Build: Lean yet muscular, think of a welterweight's physique
    Skin color: Light brown due to the constant exposure to zee winds and his surface life as a seafarer
    Eye color: dark brown
    Hair color: black with streaks of apocyan if the light hits them at the right angle
    Hair style/quality: Long-wavy hair that is usually tied in a ponytail. It mostly smells of salt but he's careful to groom it to perfection if he needs to go for public appearances. He's also clean shaven given that beards may accumulate dirt and other stuff during hunts.
    Voice: His voice will remind you of the unusual tone that the Gracious Widow and her cohorts use.
    Usual clothing style: He usually prefers to wear dark green clothing. He always carry around a rather interesting umbrella, both for unexpected Glim showers and the occasional criminal. He's fond of black velvety clothes when it comes to social gatherings or less scrupulous.
    Usual demeanor: He's mostly quiet, calm and collected while within London. However, he tends to have a rather hungry look whenever he takes to zee or hunting prey.
    Other remarkable details:
    He's usually accompanied by a lot of animals, his favorites are his Rattus Faber squad and kittens. He's usually more relaxed when talking with them or about them and would generally fine with others petting them, especially his Starveling Cat.
    His footsteps don't emit a sound, even if he's dancing in one of the Ambassadors balls.

    --
    My profiles: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Pyrodinium
    (A Monster hunter on the hunt of his twin brother's killer. Overprotective dad of his twin's daughter)
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Rudolph~of~Taured
    (an indeterminate person of potentially rubbery lineage)
    * All social actions except photographers and loitering welcome!
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    Erika
    Erika
    Posts: 528

    11/27/2015
    8

    Gender: Gender-fluid
    Race: Human
    Age: 29?

    Height: Tall
    Build: Thin

    Skin color: A light tan?
    Eye color: Purple? Green?
    Hair color: Black, or something similarily dark
    Hair style/quality: Short

    Usual clothing style: They're usually not seen anywhere without a Staveling Stole wrapped around their shoulders, fond of wearing their Ivory Gown and minijackets when feeling feminine.

    Usual demeanor:

    Voice:

    Other remarkable details: They're covered in scars, what with being a Monster-Hunter and all.

    I'm posting this for my own future reference.

    --
    Where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep.
                               Going on a fate expedition? I'm collecting data! Help me?
                   "Bottles of Oblivion" drunk in the name of content: 57
                  Catboxes (send more!) opened in the name of science: 1093
                        Fancy a friend?
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    Psyche Labyrinth
    Psyche Labyrinth
    Posts: 159

    11/28/2015
    Psyche Labyrinth


    Gender: NB
    Species: Human
    Race: Black
    Age: A number lost to the Surface.

    Height: 5'0
    Build: Small framed/ thin

    Skin color: Dark brown
    Eye color: Black
    Hair color: Black
    Hairstyle/quality: TWA

    Usual clothing style: Prefers the macabre and mysterious but ultimately makes decisions based on functionality and usefulness.

    Usual demeanor: Quiet, unreadable, unpredictable

    Voice: Constantly shifting. Light as a feather, tinkling like a bell, deep as a canyon, and sharp as a blade. One never knows what they might hear.

    Other remarkable details: Wears a mask of a bird's face at all times. No one has ever seen their real face, but it is rumored that it was shredded to pieces by the very bird of the mask and healed horrendously. The bird, however, got what it deserved.
    edited by Psyche Labyrinth on 11/28/2015
    edited by Psyche Labyrinth on 11/28/2015

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    Neath citizen, zee captain, possible deranged serial killer...
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    Always happy to meet new people and help out where I can!
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    Morcant
    Morcant
    Posts: 30

    12/3/2015
    Morcant, Joseph A.

    Gender: Male.
    Race: Human.
    Age: Late twenties/early thirties.

    Height: 5"9'.
    Build: Gaunt, all sharp angles and hollows, moreso since he settled in the Neath.

    Skin color: Pale Caucasian, bordering on sallow.
    Eye color: Green as Surface-absinthe.
    Hair color: Very dark brown, almost black.
    Hair style: Naturally wavy.

    Usual clothing style: No-nonsense and practical, with a striking preference for black he waves off as being "old habits". Tries his best to remain reasonably tidy, but his energetic motions tend to cause disarray after some time.

    Demeanor: Always brimming with insatiable curiosity. Polite and reasonably conversational, although it slowly becomes apparent that he can talk for hours whilst divulging very little about himself and his opinions. His oft-seen smile has been described as making him look "like a honey-mazed loon", but to his core few trusted confidants (there is strong suspicion that the grand total is exactly one), he shows his natural melancholy. Surprisingly austere in his habits, and loathes honey with a passion rarely seen in Londoners.

    Voice: A somewhat bright tenor, usually either chattering too fast or drawling in half-incomprehensible murmurs.

    Other details: N/A

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    Joseph Morcant, the Wan Detective -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Morcant

    Joscelin Kenway, the Peligin Lurker (or the Caustic Playwright, depending on where and when you encounter them) -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Joscelin~Kenway
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    Yvraine
    Yvraine
    Posts: 3

    12/8/2015
    (Totally ganking Saevitia's format, since I live with them and they probably won't mind. Probably.)

    Yvraine (a deliberate misspelling of Evraine, used to bolster book sales)

    Gender/Sex: Female, and she uses feminine pronouns when addessed)
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    Mid-thirties. She's seen some things and been some places and has the scars, grey hairs, and developing wrinkles to show for it.

    Height:
    Middling
    Build: Also middling

    Skin:
    Slightly florid in the cheeks, otherwise on the pale end of the spectrum
    Eyes: A lighter shade of hazel-y brown
    Hair Colour: A fetching shade of Venetian (strawberry) blonde
    Hair Style: There's a good chance there's either a pencil or cigarette in there at any given time. For society events, she curls it to within an inch of its life, otherwise it's usually in a loose chignon or bun.

    Typical Dress: It rather depends on the occasion, doesn't it? The life of an author and magazine editor doesn't afford enough income for an incredible wardrobe, but she usually has one solidly constructed, in-season gown for nice events and wears clothing from years past everywhere else until it gets too shabby/honey or wine-stained/indecent to wear out. She reserves those for painting and writing. Yvraine also has quite an extensive collection of bonnets and hats for different occasions.

    Typical Demeanor:
    Yvraine takes her work seriously and chases creativity to extremes at times. People would describe her as quite fairly as "hot and cold" - when engaged in something of interest or in writing, she is fervent and focused, willing to plumb unsavoury depths to get to the bottom of a store or unravel a troublesome plot. Otherwise, she acts rather like a lady - stiff and somewhat pompous.

    Voice: Well-enunciated. Also also middling in tone.

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    No Affluent Photographer or bags of critters, please.
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    Vincent Asmund
    Vincent Asmund
    Posts: 303

    10/6/2015
    Vincent Asmund? Sterling? Cadwell?

    Gender: Probably male. Emphasis on probably.
    Race: Human.
    Age: In the 23 - 30 range


    Height: He's pretty goddamned tall, though it's not enough to be standing above all in a crowd. It's surely enough to make him feel awkward while bedding a short person.
    Built: He's been in the Neath for half a decade now, and up until now he was rather skinny. One can note he's growing more muscular, but not too much.
    Skin: Vincent has pale skin, almost as white as now. This isn't really a surprise for someone living a few hundred miles underground.

    Eyes: His eyes are supposedly swamp green, but he wears luminous Neathglass goggles often.
    Hair: His hair is dark brown and messy, though he can manage to comb it to the side when attending social activities.
    Face: His face is thin and rather oval. He has some freckles, and his jaw stands out ever so slightly.

    Usual clothing style:His clothing ranges from "lemme slytherin your bed" to "I'm going to crush your skull" to "Sherlock Holmes: new volume" however he is usually seen sporting fine vests and suits, never hats. Some report seeing some kind of small hook dropping from his sleeve, but those are just rumours, right? His pockets do seem Fuller after leaving crowded events..
    Usual demeanor: Vincent is a flirtatious and insidious bastard. He'll be throwing pickup lines everywhere in parties and murder investigations alike, and he's been killed and exiled to the tomb-colonies for that once or twice.

    Voice: His voice is smooth as silk, persuasive. This dramatically increases the likelihood that he'll be leaving a poem recital a few times richer than he was before. It also increases the chances of being threatened and murdered but it's all the same. Unless you manage to catch him in a good mood or at the Shuttered Palace, Vincent is quiet.


    Other: --

    --

    Vincent Åsmund
    , a rather charming fellow. Do stop by for a cup of tea.
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    Dr Hemsworth
    Dr Hemsworth
    Posts: 9

    9/25/2015
    Dr. Hemsworth

    Gender: Heh. Amusing concept.
    Race: Human...probably still human.
    Age: Long since forgotten.

    Height: 6", or thereabouts.
    Build: Slender. Yet, he clearly has all his pieces. Why the bandages?

    Skin color:
    Obscured by bandages.
    Eye color: Blue. Usually.
    Hair color: Black. Probably. Tufts peak out from under the bandages.

    Usual clothing style: Never without an odd pair of hexagonal goggles and mechanical gauntlets. Don't look at anything else for too long. It's all woven from nightmares, you know.
    Constant Companion: Soot. An untrustworthy raven, that one.
    Usual demeanor: To bothersome people, abrasive. To useful people, alluring. To friends, amiable. On some days, madder than the most exceptional hatter.

    Voice: A German accent. Whether or not they hail from Germany is a mystery. They may have simply forgotten the original.
    Other remarkable details: Researching the precise nature of the soul. If you have any information useful to this quest, let them know. They swear they only want the betterment of all. Certainly it has nothing to do with attaining godhood, or overthrowing the judgements themselves. In any case, they're publishing, and they'll add your name to the dedications. Very prestigious.
    edited by Dr Hemsworth on 10/13/2015

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    Dr. Hemsworth , natural philosopher and would-be god.

    Know anything about the purpose or properties of souls? Do tell.
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    Gwydden
    Gwydden
    Posts: 2

    10/5/2015
    Saturnin

    Gender: Whichever seems the most fun. A casual observer should expect to be thoroughly confused, and this particular individual is guaranteed to be thoroughly amused as a result.
    Race: Human
    Age: 20s? 30s? Maybe even 40s? It's hard to tell...

    Height: 169 cm (5.5")
    Built: Lithe and athletic
    Skin: Rosey white
    Eyes: Bright green
    Hair: Reddish orange, and cleanly and elegantly cut at all times
    Face: Very androgynous and rather angular, with soft, elegant features surrounding a large mouth and full lips

    Usual clothing style: Eccentric but fashionable. Favors tight trousers and a shirt under a vest. Forearms are usually bared, but gloves are very favoured. At times she may wear a mask or a hat, and when more normative elegance or greater subtlety is called for a dress or coat is not a rare sight.
    Usual demeanor: He often sports a wide, open smile that reaches all the way up to his eyes. The result is that he seems eternally amused. She is polite and given to both showmanship and lyricism, but everything about her carries a secretive undertone, from her stage name to her grandiose words to her smile. Decorum is not an obstacle to flirtatiousness where he is concerned. During polite conversation one might find him biting his lip or shooting seductive looks around the table.
    Voice: Very posh accent. It is hard to tell whether it is natural or learnt.


    Other: Mostly hangs around Veilgarden, writing verse and learning magician's tricks. Has an interest in history and especially in comparative mythology. He also tries to get access to occult books whenever possible. Saturnin is a nom de plume, and the regulars at The Singing Mandrake have nicknamed her "Cheshire". Loves luxury even if it can only be afforded on rare occasions.
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    Cotton Dee
    Cotton Dee
    Posts: 76

    7/13/2015
    Henry Lamperouge


    Gender: Male

    Race: Human, for now.

    Age: Late 20's, possibly mid thirties

    Height: 5'11 (and a half) inches, although Mr Lamperouge prefers to give it out in metric units (1.81 metres).

    Build: Mr Lamperouge's build is sinewy and slender. The man is thin as a rake and strong as an ox, paradoxical as that may seem. Eyewitnesses often report this as 'supernatural' strength.

    Skin Coloration: Typically pale white, although those of Mr Lamperouge's entourage report a subtle tan whenever he returns back from zee

    Eye Coloration: Brown, although other reports place them as grey, especially from honey-afflicted sources.

    Hair Coloration: Onyx Black, Midnight Black, or some other description of particular black. Most sources ascribe a 'shadowiness' to Mr Lamperouge's hair, as though it drinks the light. Suspected use of powdered coal, dessicated ink, or other substance to achieve this effect.

    Hair Style/Length: Short to Medium length, usually combed. No fringe to speak of. Otherwise unremarkable. Facial hair varies widely from account to account, but most that meet Mr Lamperouge on his day-to-day agree he prefers a clean-shaven look.

    Usual Dress: Mr Lamperouge dresses sharply, with subtle flair. He shows a preference toward well cut suits and other accoutrements generally befitting of a taste for the rich. He also has a proclivity for masks.

    Demeanour: Mr Lamperouge has a demeanour typically described as subdued, or subtle. He refrains as much as he can from overt or 'loud' action, and moves with a quiet swiftness as he goes about his day. Often quite sociable, Mr Lamperouge in casual encounters can be quite chatty; although at times he may instead opt to be terse. Constables should note this terseness if it is not directed at any particular person; quite often it indicates Mr Lamperouge has pressing business.

    Mr Lamperouge has a soft, pleasant voice, and has a habit of rhythmic speaking reminiscent of a hypnotist or charlatan. His accent is The Empress' English, although there are hints of a French affect.

    When confident, Mr Lamperouge tends to hum. Officers seeking to make an arrest are advised to make tactical retreat and signal for backup should Mr Lamperouge begin humming for no apparent reason.

    Other Identifying Features: Mr Lamperouge has a scar reminiscent of an animal bite upon his upper forearm, said bite mark matches those found on victims of the Eater-Of-Chains hysteria. Investigations into Mr Lamperouge regarding this matter are still ongoing. Among his accoutrements Lamperouge has been seen in possesion of a Bejewelled Cane, some form of Tanned mask, a small golden badge in the shape of an apple, and some species of bird that informants at the Labyrinth have informed the Constabulary to be a Bifurcated Owl.

    Rumours concerning Mr Lamperouge's pocketwatch, evidence of an Iron Republic Journal, everlasting candle or "eerie burbling song" are to be discarded as hearsay BY ORDER. Officers reading this would do well to remind themselves that London Constabulary are to act on FACTUAL EVIDENCE ALONE, not any of this poppycock about everburning candles and such.

    Prior Criminal Record:


    Surface Records on Mr Lamperouge are unobtainable at this time. Since being detained for unlawful entry into the realm and his subsequent escape from prison, Mr Lamperouge has been caught and succesfully jailed for a spate of burglaries throughout the 'Neath, as well as harrasment of governing officials and interference in government business. Mr Lamperouge has broken out of New Newgate more times than most men have had warm meals.

    Mr Lamperouge has been exiled to the Tomb Colonies numerous times for lewd and indecent behaviour, sometimes imposing this exile himself for reasons not yet clear. Officers are advised NOT to examine these circumstances further.

    Warnings And Statuses Placed By This Office Upon Person Of Interest:


    CLEARED FOR GOVERNMENT WORK
    CLEARED FOR ASSISTING THE FOREIGN OFFICE
    OF INTEREST TO THE BAZAAR
    DIPLOMATIC WARNING: ARRESTING OR OPPOSING THIS PERSON MAY DRAW THE IRE OF THE BRASS EMBASSY
    DIPLOMATIC WARNING: ARRESTING OR OPPOSING THIS PERSON MAY DRAW THE IRE OF THE BAZAAR
    DIPLOMATIC WARNING: ARRESTING OR OPPOSING THIS PERSON MAY DRAW THE IRE OF THE KHANATE
    DIPLOMATIC WARNING: CONSULT [REDACTED] BEFORE PURSUING THIS PERSON
    KNOWN AFFILIATION: THE WIDOW
    KNOWN AFFILIATION: THE DUCHESS
    CURRENTLY EMPLOYED BY THE CONSTABULARY, PLEASE CONSULT OFFICER [REDACTED] FOR INFORMATION
    EXTREMELY DANGEROUS


    --
    Henry Lamperouge may be found here...
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Henry~Lamperouge

    Current Grind: 1/42 Presumptious Little Opportunites
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    Lisbella Peridot
    Lisbella Peridot
    Posts: 138

    8/30/2015
    Anatasia Swansong



    Gender: Female
    Age: 20, at the year 1983
    Height: 5'7
    Weight: 122 lbs
    Build: Slender, but not bony

    Skin tone: Fair enough to be described as Ivory even in the Neath and make it hard to sneak
    Eye Colour: Amethyst
    Hair Colour: Red
    Hair Style: Messy, and slightly curly

    Usual Clothing style:
    Simple gowns in bold colours that is easy to move in, so she can both fight and blend in with high society. Most often, it will be a expensive gown in the colour of sapphires, from a spontaneous purchase that is a source of much regret. Also thick boots, but she wants more expensive boots.

    Usual Demeanor: Bold, elegant and proud. Will not grin willingly under most circumstances. Rarely smiles, smirks a lot. Prone to holding people at cane-point with her sword cane. Assumes admiration from others are a given. Refuses to speak and sulk on her own if shocked by some terrible secrets.

    Does not falters even when badly wounded, but she cannot tolerate Scandals and Suspicsion and her face will redden significantly. Drools and shakes when insane.

    When flirting, she says little. She closes in with her head and stares.

    Voice: Orotund, loud and clear. Prefers speaking in direct words, although she can minces words if needed. Or speak quietly, for that matter.

    Other Notable Details:
    Is a natural born fencer, and carries a sword-cane accordingly.
    Admires those who out-fence her.
    Have a scar. Hopes to cover it up with cosmetics after consulting with her patrons.
    Cannot do her own laundry, and hires a servant for that.

    --
    Anatasia Swansong - fencing prodigy, extraordinary beauty, and very stubborn
    Welcoming friends of all sorts! All independent now.

    Kelly Siniature - grinning, deranged, elegant child of indistinct gender
    Kelly is taking a long break on isolation.

    I also play Town of Salem and a few other games - still Lisbella Peridot!
    I finally regained stable internet access, so I should be around more often...
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    Hobnail
    Hobnail
    Posts: 179

    9/21/2015
    Neathy.

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hobnail
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    Arabella Gray
    Arabella Gray
    Posts: 4

    9/23/2015
    Arabella Gray

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: Around 24-ish

    Height: shorter than average. Roughly 5'4
    Build: She used to be much thinner from a life of constantly trying to scrimp and con for food and money, to the point where she was slightly malnourished. She's now filled outt somewhat from her prosperous time in the Neath. She has also built up an impressive amount of muscle from her recent escapades in watchmakers hill and beyond, making her leaner and tougher.

    Skin color: Rosy, with a dusting of freckles
    Eye color: bright green
    Hair color: Light orange-red
    Hair style/quality: Wavy, short hair. She used to keep it longer, but now she's cut it to shoulder length, normally keeping it tied back, except for in private or at formal events.

    Usual clothing style: She has always prefered to dress to be seen, though she has now taken to dressing in a less flamboyant-but no less stylish-manner. She has also come to enjoy wearing trousers and other more masculine pieces of attire whenever she plans to do more physical activities.

    Usual demeanor: Arabella is open, welcoming and jovial. She fits in almost anywhere she goes, so long as those places don't expect her to be sombre and dour.

    Other remarkable details: She has a deuling scar under her eye that she is quite proud of.

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    That's what happens when you try to change things: things change.

    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Velemamb
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    Neo Erinner
    Neo Erinner
    Posts: 1

    5/14/2019
    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"
    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

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    "Different time. Different place. The usual."

    Open to any interaction and roleplay. Neo is currently searching in all places he can for semblances of his past life, seemingly gone along with those he care for. https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/IncrediblyAsian
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    Revenant
    Revenant
    Posts: 3

    10/8/2018
    The Mysterious Revenant

    Name: ???
    Gender: Male
    Height: average
    Age: Adult/Young-Adult

    Hair: Dark Brown. Messy but seems to take care of it.
    Eye Color: Blue
    Skin Color: A Drownie would look more tanned, he don't spend more times in light even when he was in the Surface. Glabrous and shaven Face.
    Build: very slender, He was cut in a match as his mother said.

    Clothing style: Always dress thickly, as if a downpour is near. On the other hand In social event, he always dress with the best he could afford. He always keep weapons on him.

    Usual demeanor: In two shades, cold and remote in nature but surprisingly amiable and helpful at times. Nevertheless, his relatives note a lack of morale in his action, this could explain his spontaneous goodness. He always dodges questions about his life or invents one for the occasion.

    Voice: a very VERY french Accent. Each word is chosen carefully with an obsession with the sonority of the phrase.

    Detail: He is Left-Handed and curious. He is fascinated whith dreams.



    Ps : Sorry if I make mistakes, I still have trouble writing in English. :p

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Revenant55
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    The Elfin Cannibal
    The Elfin Cannibal
    Posts: 190

    2/13/2018
    The Elfin Cannibal

    Gender: Probably female, but will never say for sure.
    Race: Sie claims to be of the Fair Folk. Probably best not to ask more.
    Age: Somewhere in hir twenties?
    Height: Tall-ish
    Build: Willowy
    Skin: Fair
    Eyes: Peligin
    Hair: Gant. Darker than darkness, long, messy, appears on closer inspection to have seaweed stuck in it.
    Voice: If a trickling stream or a lapping lake had a voice, it would be hirs. In anger it becomes a waterfall's roar.
    Clothing style: Finest spidersilk and a Judgemental Hat sie swears was made just for hir.
    Demeanor and opinions: Curious and friendly, but that smile has teeth. Knows things sie has no business knowing. Flirts with Seeking on a regular basis. (Or possibly sie just likes to eat people, it's hard to say.) Feels sorry for a few of the Masters, but still sides with Him in the Well. Resents the stars. Has a Boneless Consort as an act of rebellion and mercy.
    edited by GuesssWho on 2/13/2018

    --
    DO you recall how the Hunger began?
    I'm sorry, my darling, I don't think I can!
    OUT past the High Wilderness and beyond
    I fear I've gone Seeking, for of Him I'm fond.
    --The Elfin Cannibal

    Seven scars, seven chains, a soul too stained for Hell, and seven sainted candles burning at the well.

    Gone to Grieve on the 17th day of the 7th month, 1897.
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    Patrick Li
    Patrick Li
    Posts: 11

    10/20/2017
    Patrick

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: 30s

    Height: 5'5" (165 cm)
    Build: Small and slender, perfectly suitable for getting around unseen

    Skin color: Slight brown, but tinged with a forgetful, disturbing purple...
    Eye color: Brown and perceptive
    Hair Color: Dark black
    Hair style: Usually shaved, but more prominent near the front of the head

    Usual clothing style(s): Patrick tends to stick with more ordinary clothing so as to not attract attention. He dislikes the baroque gowns and suits of society.

    Usual mood/personality: Patrick is soft-spoken and polite, not attracting attention to himself. He is affable and friendly and politely greets friends and acquaintances. He's quite charismatic and used to be a member of the Empress' Court. However under this facade is a cold, heartless, and ruthless person with his own agendas and goals. He's a clever and subtle character who's a master of the Game and has perpetrated numerous acts of deceit and subterfuge. He won't hesitate in betraying or committing dark deeds for his masters. He's clawed his way up and always thinks carefully before choosing sides. He's a slick bastard, this one.

    Voice: Soft, slightly accented with a trace of Asian

    Qualities: His scars are inside him, not outside.

    --
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/profile/Patrick%20Li
    Trying to find a Midnighter for your Orphanage? Contact me!

    --
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/profile/Patrick%20Li
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    Cosmo Beck
    Cosmo Beck
    Posts: 33

    11/12/2017
    Cosmo (more properly known as Evelyn Beck)
    Gender: Ambiguous
    Age: Early 40s
    Race: Human
    Height: 1.75 or thereabouts
    Build: Slight. The shape of the body is usually hidden by clothes
    Skin Colour: Pale, the type that burns but never tans
    Hair: Shoulder length white-blond. Sometimes tied in a loose bun with string or ribbon. Starting to grey, ever so slightly.
    Eyes: hard and grey. Cosmo doesn't usually make eye contact, but when they do, their companion will find themselves on the end of a perceptive stare
    Usual clothing: most comfortable in academic gowns and will usually wear them in society. Otherwise, suits and crumpled shirts. Usually has an unkempt appearance and always wears subdued colours. Wears reading glasses with simple, round wire frames
    Demeanour: polite in normal conversation, but when arguing (whether out of real animosity, civil disagreement, or for fun) can take on a harsh edge. Usually appears fatigued or withdrawn, as if concerned. Relaxed and not easily shocked or offended, but given to amusement. Enjoys sharing knowledge and, thus, inclined to start giving friendly lectures or discussing theory, both philosophical and political.
    Voice: damnably English. Quiet, calm, but can pick up pace when thoughts run away. Sometimes infused with exasperated chuckles, usually directed at themselves.
    Other remarkable details: Aquiline facial features made all the more distinctive by a deficit of eyebrows.

    .
    edited by The Cosmopolitan on 11/12/2017
    edited by Cosmo Beck on 11/17/2018

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    Available for mutually beneficial SAs and RP.

    Professor Evelyn 'Cosmo' Beck-Scholar of diverse interests. And dubious means.
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    Eli-Lilly
    Eli-Lilly
    Posts: 14

    11/6/2018
    (New to this whole thing so I will probably talk too much about her, but feel free to send calling cards to her anytime!)


    Eli-Lilly (last name unknown and would not like to share it, sometimes goes by the nickname Lili)
    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: 18

    Height: Only slightly shorter than average
    Build: Thin with almost no curves anywhere, looks almost malnourished, uses (gasp!) padding if she sees no other way to make the dresses fit so she may look more curvy sometimes

    Skin color: Quite fair, but still shows hints of tan from happier days
    Eye color: Ocean blue, almost always sparkling
    Hair color: Blond

    Hair style/quality: Long hair with a slight wave if left alone, in front of people she trust to a considerable degree Lili always leaves it hanging loose. If on the street you will either see a plait tucked to one side of the shoulder, in a tight bun or the latest style she agrees with. Will make a messy ponytail in fights finding it quite endearing and easy to move in


    Usual clothing style: Has not yet found hers yet, but she is gravitating towards unobtrusive dresses with small details of color or flower-motifs. Slightly lower necklines than usual is a must, as she quickly has trouble breathing if someting is put around her throat. Has quite a fondness for trousers and will wear them around Watchmaker's Hill. Will almost always wear something green or blue


    Usual demeanor: Kindhearted trough and through, she will often seem quite shy but if Lili sees someone in need she will go out of her way to help. Lili will often gladly talk to anyone, especially Urchins and do-gooders, she easely becomes exited on a topic and can talk for hours about anything that has caught her eye. She is also generous


    Voice: Very sweet, has been descirbed as dripping honey, Lili can however change it very, very slightly at will, more motherly and soft or more sterner and reprimanding are her two favorites. Has quite a strong city-accent, but not Brittish

    Other remarkable details:


    Has an array of temporary hair colors for spying, but she never uses them. She was given them as a present from an old friend of her father.
    Her father was a traitor to London and the empire and was banished to a country in the north, she has not taken a public stand on her fathers actions but currently belives that they were for the best.
    Has a scandinavian mother and sometimes use foregin words, her blonde hair came from her father though
    Wishes to create a orphanage to give the homeless children a place to stay, learn and give them love
    Is very fond of most Urchins, finding them sweet and hoplessely adorable. They are warming up to her too
    edited by Eli-Lilly on 2/9/2019

    --
    All sincere and like-minded are welcome to my parlour
    (will gladly help) (NO SMEN for me please!)
    https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Eli-Lilly
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    Nero Keller
    Nero Keller
    Posts: 45

    11/20/2018
    Nero Keller, Monster-Hunter and Archbishop of Canterbury

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

    --
    https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Archbishop%20Nero%20Keller - Nero Keller, Monster Hunter of a notoriously small stature and absurdly high Dangerous. Paramount Presence, Archbishop, highly Renowned, incredibly ascetic.
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    Lord Hoot
    Lord Hoot
    Posts: 47

    9/24/2015
    Lord Hoot (a nom de plume) is a charming young gentleman in his late 20s or 30s. Blond of hair and dressed conservatively. He has a winning manner and counts both beggars and aristocrats as friendly acquaintances, but none know him well. Wears a permanent smirk and unsettles some with his darting eyes. He is often distracted when passing mirrors, which the less perceptive take for vanity - not noticing the hunger in his gaze.

    Think a younger, better-looking Edward Drinker Cope and you're not far off.
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    Ruby Correspondent
    Ruby Correspondent
    Posts: 3

    9/2/2015
    "Roobz" (Addis Rook)
    Gender: Male
    Race: Once human. Now unknown.
    Age: 17-23 range
    Height: 5'10
    Build: Slender, moves with almost-rehearsed grace and silence. Can be slightly unnerving to watch, as though it's too fluid, as though it's reminiscent of something that dances in the deeps of the Zee.

    Skin tone: The usual ivory-white of the Neath, But was always that pale, long before he came to Fallen London.
    Eye Colour: Red. blood red, ruby red. they were originally vibrant green, but a certain... incident that happened to him turned them red. He does not like to talk about it.
    Hair Colour: Vibrant golden brown.
    Hair Style: Sweeping, voluminous and silky lower neck-length hair. bangs ALWAYS conceal his forehead. He gets upset if they don't.
    Face Type: Somewhat childlike, what most would refer to as "cute", people typically think he is younger than he actually is. He doesn't mind, age is of no concern to him as long as he looks young.

    Usual Clothing style:
    Airy, Ethereal clothing in deep, rich colors, usually with a red ribbon featuring somewhere on the outfit. Would be considered borderline feminine, but his natural elegance allows him to pull off the look irreproachably.

    Usual Demeanor: Calm, gentle, kind, slightly melancholy, and always with a look that suggests he knows far more than he lets on. occasionally mischievous and smug, as the whim takes him. Usually comes across as sleepy and absent-minded, gracefully drifting through life.

    To friends: Truly gentle, kind, caring and steadfast to the death. Will consistently offer advice that is well beyond his years. as a friend, "Roobz" is second to none.

    In danger/under severe pressure: Same calm, gentle and kind demeanor, though it is only a facade to cover his annoyance and fear. Take it too far, and that porcelain mask will crack to reveal a lethal rage that even devils have a genuine admiration of.

    Smell: Smells of citrus and jasmine.

    Voice:
    Silky, soft spoken, sweet. He always sounds bemused and nonchalant, like nothing in the world is to be taken seriously.

    Likes: Sapphires, Scintillac, Puzzle Damask, Good novellas, Attending fashionable salons, Making useful friends, Moon pearls, Learning about the Bazaar, Mutton Island.

    Dislikes: Glim, Scandal, Gaudiness, Strange catches, The Church, Spirification.

    HATES: The Isle of Cats. and Gin.

    Other Notable Details: - covers his forehead to conceal a particularly nasty encounter with an "impaired" lamplighter bee on the upper left side of it. When asked about it, more than a hint of rage can be seen in his eyes, though he will often politely evade the question in his usual gentle, silky voice.
    edited by Ruby Correspondent on 9/5/2015

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    Roobz (aka Addis Rook) Author, silvertongue, perpetual insomniac.
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    Soaleanmonterey
    Soaleanmonterey
    Posts: 5

    10/10/2015
    Soalean Monterey (Likely an alias. Rumours say her true name is Elizabeth)

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: 23

    Height: 5'4"
    Build: Just the right amount of curves, though with a slim build, clearly favouring speed over strength.
    Skin color: Lightly tanned, possibly a new-ish arrival to the Neath?
    Eye color: Blue
    Hair color: Vibrantly red, clearly dyed.
    Hair style/quality: She wears her hair short. Be it because she thinks it adds to her charm, or because having your hair get in your eyes in a fight (or while sneaking around in places you don't belong) doesn't tend to end well, both of which are particularly common in the Neath.

    Usual clothing style: She seems to view gender as a non-matter when it comes to clothing. Going from wearing a fancy suit to one high-class celebration, to an extravagant dress the next. She can be typically found wearing long, black, leather pants, as well as a shirt of some description, and typically a well tailored jacket to go with it. This naturally changes if she has a particular activity in mind. She has, to her own surprise, taken to wearing a ratskin suit when engaging in her more stealthy pursuits. In any case, when wearing a jacket of some kind, she always keeps a knife strapped to the small of her back, ready for use at a moment's notice. This IS Fallen London after all. Lastly, she is almost literally inseparable from a pair of plain goggles.

    Usual demeanor: She likes to live life to the fullest, nothing seems to be particularly off-limits to her. Some days she can be found flitting around Veilgarden, enjoying the more hedonistic pursuits, although usually found flirting with someone, and on rare occasions, in the Parlor of Virtue. She's been seen to take a bit of a favor to the female gender, though not exclusively. On other days she can be found near Watchmaker's Hill or the Wolfstack Docks, getting in some fight or another, be it planned and part of a ring, a streetfight or a drunken brawl in a Wolfstack tavern. Finally, she's been observed to speak to some rather shadowy individuals on occasion, leading some to suspect that she's not always on the good side of the law, though if it's true, she's not yet been caught.
    Voice: She speaks with an English accent, and a soft, but sultry tone.
    Other remarkable details: A reference of her appearance can be found at: http://i.imgur.com/u5bYCIV.png
    edited by Soaleanmonterey on 10/10/2015

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Soalean~Monterey Send me IC social actions! Watchful stuff unlikely.
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    Tetzi
    Tetzi
    Posts: 2

    10/20/2015
    Tetzi

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age:22-26

    Height: 5'4
    Build: Lean and slightly athletic
    Skin Color: Pale-ish
    Hair color: Blonde
    Hair style: Medium-length with straight strands. The hair falling down the back of his head reaches his shoulder; strands at the sides only getting down until his jaw-line; and at the front, a few strands occasionally fall before his eyes (forcing him to many times blow or push it away). It's surprisingly well taken care of.

    Usual clothing style: His clothing contrasts with his well-off appearance. Around his neck is a short, dark red scarf, neatly tied with the ends of it appearing to be lined with a variety of cuts. His suit's coat is dark brown in color, commonly used unbuttoned, and with one of the lower buttons noticeably missing. Under such is a similarly colored vest, although having a lighter pigmentation, nothing looks particularly wrong with it, but the shirt under it does. He wears a white, button-up shirt, of course it would be incorrectly buttoned, making it look uneven, and instead of being well tucked into his pants, on many sides it simply sticks out from under the vest. His pants, just like the vest, have nothing noticeably wrong with them. His shoes, black in color and appearing pretty beat up, the front tip of their underside are lined with a thin layer of some metal. Finally, a satchel tends to be hanging over his shoulder, and crossed over his torso. Its stitched up from a variety of leathers that are clearly from different creatures, and inside tend to be a nice variety of literature along with other less noticeable or better hidden items.

    Usual demeanor: In most cases, two words that could easily describe Tetzi are stoic and reserved. Although this doesn't encompass all cases, he tends to keep to himself, only interacting when need be or to sate the need for proper social interaction that all humans occasionally have. In his leisure times, he can mostly be seen walking around the town or reading and having a nice cup at caligula's. Of course, he has more active times at Watchmaker's hill. He tends to excuse this behavior as necessity, for if a man's blade isn't sharpened, it will quickly grow dull. Yes, even as a pretty still individual, all need a manner of making coin, with his tending to be on the brutish side of affairs. But those who know him well understand that "necessity" is partially an excuse. Whenever he tends to leave his more reserved state, he can be rather cold, critical, and sometimes outright distasteful in his comments. It's no surprise that a man that can so quickly turn to annoyance and frustration would be rather good at violence.

    --
    Tetzi, a cold, reserved, and occasionally mean spirited individual. Neddy man and fiend for hire.

    Feel free to send a card! Always looking for friends to create stories with!
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    VarietyShow
    VarietyShow
    Posts: 18

    10/21/2015
    Var Sheridan (a pseudonym, their real name is undisclosed to all but their nearest and dearest)


    They insist on being referred to by they/them pronouns, and refuse to answer any questions on the topic of their gender. White Irish. Human, if a tad spooky at times. Their age is probably mid-20s, but they don’t remember precisely how old they are, and don’t particularly care.

    Height: 5 foot nothing.
    Build: somewhat thin, could reasonably be described as dainty. Lithe enough, but not very muscular. Built for speed rather than strength. Clearly rely on their wits more than their muscles, although they know their way around a knife.

    Skin colour: a very pale white, like someone who was already pale and then went to live in an underground cavern. Would freckle in sunlight, if there was any.
    Eye colour: a non-descript blue-green, aside from a thin corona of bright yellow-white-gold radiating from around the pupil which might recall sunlight or fire. They have a fairly intense stare.
    Hair colour: dark brown.
    Hair style: Usually chin length, cut straight across, in a centre parting. They have a widow’s peak.
    If they’ve been at Correspondence research, it’s more uneven and tufted and singed in places, but they get it cut back to some semblance of neatness quickly afterwards.

    Usual clothing style: generally wears suits in white or various pastel shades – cream, or lavender, or soft blues or pinks. Doesn’t wear clashing colours together, and tends to have the same colour for all items of their suits, but the effect is quite flashy regardless. High collared or arrow collared shirts, in white. Wears a contrasting cravat in blue or red if they’re wearing a white or cream suit. Tends to wear matching dancing slippers or other soft-soled shoes, although they occasionally wear these sort of boots. Almost always wears white gloves. Also wears a mantle, visite or short evening cape.
    Sometimes wears a tiara or other fanciful headgear to social events. Occasionally also accessories such a brooches. Florals or stars are common details on both their clothing and accessories.
    The exception to all the above is the rare occasion where stealth or bloodshed is required – then they wear all black, including shoes and gloves. Or when they’re at research, at which point they wear a plain shirt, black waistcoat and trousers, and no tie or cravat. The garments show signs of previous wear and tear, particularly in the form of burn marks. It gives a fairly improper impression.

    Usual demeanor: at social events they give the impression of being somewhat charming but distant. Keen to learn about other people, but not necessarily keen to get to know them. Only charming if they feel like they have a reason to be, though. Otherwise they can be prickly or even frosty despite generally being mannerly enough, since they keep most people at arm’s length. Curt when crossed. A very poor temper if pushed further.
    Voice: pitch is middling. A bit soft voiced. They have a mild south-west Irish accent, and usually carefully enunciate their words, but their accent is stronger when they’re particularly emotional or angry, and their speech patterns and words take on a pronounced Hiberno-English feel.

    Other remarkable details: when they take off their gloves, it’s apparent that while they have slender, long-fingered hands, their palms are quite badly scarred, with what appear to be layers of burn scars. The left palm is notably worse, and mobility in that hand is somewhat reduced. Their nails are short and neatly kept.
    Var has a tattoo on the inside of their right wrist, of a white lotus overlapping a red rose. The lotus is nearest their hand. (See here for details.) Parts of this can occasionally be glimpsed when a gap shows between their gloves and shirt cuff, and most of the lotus can be seen in full when they take their gloves off.
    Although it’s unlikely to ever be relevant, they also have generic spy tattoos at the top of both arms.
    They tend to carry an assortment of bits and bobs in their pockets, such as rostygold, glim, and a magnifying glass, as well as a box of matches. Hidden and carefully secured in an inside pocket of their coat is a ravenglass knife.


    Further details here.

    --
    Var Sheridan, the Insatiable Academic, a Correspondent and an Extraordinary Mind. Open to all social actions except cat boxes or SMEN related ones.

    Open to roleplaying social actions as well as tumblr RPing.
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    Valiant
    Valiant
    Posts: 115

    12/8/2015
    Sir Valiant Carrington

    Gender:
    Male
    Race: British, from London itself
    Age: ~32-34

    Height: ~180 / 5.9
    Build: athletic, on a slimmer side (and he spends a lot of effort to stay that way)
    Skin colour: pale. Where does one get a healthy tan here?
    Eyes: hazel
    Hair: light brown, shoulder-length or a bit more, always well-groomed, usually loose
    Face: poor chap recently lost his left eye in a risky adventure and still is deeply distressed, the injury spoiling his good looks and all this. He’s still quite handsome though. Always clean-shaven and well-groomed.
    Voice: smooth, rich voice of experienced and trained public speaker

    Usual clothing style: dandy-ish and elegant. Everything must be ideal, from boots to eye-patch. He cares greatly about his appearance and spends absurd amounts of money on appropriate clothing and accessories.

    Usual demeanour:
    loves to be the center of attention and will always try to be one by almost all acceptable means; not succeeding this may drop his disposition rather sharply. He’ll readily be the center of a scandal if this will turn heads in his direction.
    Valiant is very self-centered and narcissistic and considers himself better than majority of people, but is clever enough to hide it from others most of the time.
    Despite apparent love for bohemian debaucheries and society soirees, he is a passionate scholar and sometimes even adventurer - if he can quickly return from adventure to a hot bath, soft bed and sumptuous dinner, of course. And yes, recent travel to the Elder Continent was a disaster to Valiant’s retinue, with him bossing everyone around and dramatically complaining without end.

    Other personal quirks: doesn’t give a damn about other people except few close friends and a certain very reserved gentleman, although has a great number of relations who think that they are best pals.
    He is really good with people, always knows what to say and how to make others like him and shamelessly uses this to his own ends.

    --
    Sir Valiant Carrington, a heartless hedonist and honorary governor of Port Carnelian. You can ask him for a sip of Cider (here's how by an_ocelot) if you catch him in London.
    Farshin Jarrah, merry trickster and incorrigible optimist.
    Serine, gone down the well but not forgotten.

    Avatar artwork by lovely Farseer Drijya
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    malaugurie
    malaugurie
    Posts: 39

    11/13/2015
    I can try writing about the good old Merle. Cool


    Gender: Female

    Race: Human

    Age: Hard to pin down just by looking at her, and the lady refuses to answer any question about it. It could be anywhere from mid-twenties to
    mid-thirties.

    Height: Not too tiny. ( 5'6'')

    Build: Thin to the point of being bony, androgynous.

    Skin color: A neathy pale white.

    Eye color: Dark brown.

    Hair: Light blonde, wavy, kept short. If she's feeling it, sometimes they are slicked back.

    Usual clothing style: Menswear! Expensive menswear is everything to her, with a large preference for tailcoats. Occasionally, elegant dresses.

    Usual demeanour: Cheerful, lazy, passionate, dramatic, theatrical even: Merle is vivacious and sunny most of the time and doesn't bother hiding it. Being also definitely a libertine who enjoyes all the pleasures life has to offer, she's flirty, especially if you happen to be a lady. She's curious; but is more than aware that sometimes, it's better to not know. Ignorance is bliss, right?
    She also suffers of moodswings, and her warm mood can turn gloomy very easily.

    Other details: Being shortsighted, Merle wears a pair of round glasses. Collects wines and adores birds with all her heart, especially her vain and useless macaw that happens to be named Othello. Honey is the way through her heart. She falls regularly for just about anyone, but said crushes last very little.

    Reference image: this one, I guess!
    edited by malaugurie on 11/13/2015

    --
    "Hey there devils it's me, ya girl Merle"
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    Passionario
    Passionario
    Posts: 777

    5/5/2015


    "Fist of the Bazaar", attributed to Royal Artist-in-Residence, 1892.

    --
    Passionario: Profile, Story, Ending
    Passion: Profile, Appearance
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    Mr. Zane
    Mr. Zane
    Posts: 62

    4/30/2015
    Warren Zane
    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: 30-ish
    Height: a hair less than six feet
    Build: Solid build, but athletic. Shows signs of having lost weight recently.
    Facial Features: Fair, but not overly so. (a touch of Irish ancestry?) Soft features, including an easy smile, with full lips.
    Eyes: Brown in color, sleepy in demeanor
    Hair: Dark brown, straight, trimmed short for practicality. Vaciliates between clean-shaved and a decadant Van Dyke.
    Usual Clothing Style: Can be found wearing somber, practical clothing in public, usually with a minor unusual accent. In private, more relaxed. Usually carries a pocketwatch as well as small tools at all times.
    Voice: Deep and clear, would have a fine baritone if he could hold a tune. While he seems au courant with common slang, his vocabulary betrays erudite study. Perhaps a former linguist? In any case, he does not speak of his Past Above, preferring to focus on the present and future.
    Demeanor: Charming. Quick with a laugh or a sardonic comment, but also to express sympathy.

    In summary, an odd, but charming man.

    --
    "Yes, I realize that projecting my internal dialogue onto my cat is probably not the healthiest way of dealing with stressful situations."
    "Meow."
    "No, murder is not the answer. You always suggest that."

    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Warren~Zane
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    Antfigo
    Antfigo
    Posts: 11

    7/5/2015
    Antfigo

    Gender: Male

    Race: Human

    Age: Mid 30s

    Height: A shade under six foot

    Build: Lithe but muscular.

    Skin color: Pale

    Eye color: Blue

    Hair: Dark brown. Always combed, in a centre parting with the length being just underneath the eye level.
    Usual clothing style: Always a deep maroon three-piece velvet suit, with the jacket open, a crisp white shirt, jewelled cuff links and a cravat patterned black and white. Worn with black slightly heeled pointed shoes.

    Usual demeanour: Stands straight, both hands leaning on his walking cane. Appears aloof, always watching. Smiles wryly when he has seen or heard something of interest. Gives the impression he is aware of everything. When engaged in conversation, very charming and affable. Almost too charming...

    Voice: An articulate upper-class British accent, with impeccable manners.

    Other remarkable details: Scarred knuckles. Dark brown goatee beard. A gold insignia ring on his right pinkie, which has had the insignia scratched off until it is indecipherable.
    edited by Antfigo on 7/5/2015
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    James Wentworth
    James Wentworth
    Posts: 3

    8/14/2015
    James Wentworth
    Gender: Male
    Age: 25
    Height: 5’10”
    Build: Solid, Slender
    Eyes: Green
    Hair: Brown, worn long and loose, but always inexplicably tidy
    Dress: Habitually sports a black bowler hat and dark grey overcoat that he purloined during his escape from Newgate Prison, but otherwise dresses as a comfortable gentleman. Always flashy but never tacky, he makes a habit of keeping up with the latest fashions.

    General:
    James Wentworth likes to call himself an Adventurer-Poet. A published writer and aspiring journalist, he lives in a rooftop shack above Veilgarden, working on plays and books of all sorts. Though admittedly quite a talented writer, more and more his true passions involve ferreting out secrets of the powerful and solving crimes. When he isn’t out playing detective, he can be found at the Singing Mandrake, cavorting with spies and the other Nocturnals. He is a charming young rake, quick with a joke and always ready to smile. What does the city hold in store for such a man?

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/James~Wentworth
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    Aurel Faine
    Aurel Faine
    Posts: 29

    8/17/2015
    Name- Udorie Aldona Faine (Though she doesn't give out her middle name and goes by Concede.)
    Gender- Female
    Race- Human
    Age-20 or early 20s

    Height- Tall and lanky, not so much it's disproportionate but it's a main trait of her appearance.
    Skin Color- Pale, leaning towards ghastly pale but not quite there.
    Eye color- An unnatural dark green, like the spines on evergreen trees.
    Hair- Her hair is black, she usually wears it in a messy bun and sometimes a high ponytail but almost never wears it out, it has almost no volume to it and is flat, thin, and combed out to the point that there isn't a single knot or tangle left in it.

    Clothing- She is often seen in green dresses but if she isn't wearing that she's wearing dress pants and a dress shirt. She has a fondness for the color green, especially seafoam and dark or swampy green. She always wears a pair of large green goggles that covers most of her face, and she has her reasons for it. They're somewhat along the lines of this; &amp;quotDear, you know eyes give way to the soul and I haven't met anyone I would trust with my soul, perhaps there is no one you can trust with your soul in all of the Neath.&amp;quot However, it doesn't do much to hide the half smile she almost always has on her face. She always has on a pair of shining black shoes, an obvious giveaway to one that she deals in the business of secrets. Then again, people who deal with those kind of things usually know who to go to and who not to go to. She also always wears a trench or lab coat, it's just something she does.

    Character/Personality- Does she have any morals, no. She isn't flirtatious, though she's plenty coy, what I say when I mean she has no morals is that she's bound to sell every shred of information to someone if they name the right price. You have to make a living in the Neath, she does what she has to do. Well, she doesn't really have to, but that's the only way she knows to make a living and she's no urchin on the streets. She can be snarky and sarcastic but never to people looking for business or to someone obviously above her. She tries to be more smooth and toned down with people she knows well or people who it would be wise to become acquainted with. She'll sell anything from little secrets to outrageous lengthy bits of information. Though she earns money other ways, like playing the great game of the Neath or writing. She also enjoys playing detective, and that earns her money. Plus, it makes you look better to the police, wouldn't want to be convicted now would we? She is very social and friendly with friends or people she regularly does business with but it still doesn't change her ultimate personality. She's a complicated person, many people in the Neath are.

    Other details- Her English is very proper and she tends to overuse words such as dear, not that many people in the Neath should really be called dear. It's more of a subconscious thing, she also gestures with her hands more than what is necessary and is very smooth and subtle about what she says and what she doesn't say. The right people will understand, and the wrong people won't.

    Likes- The bazaar and it's exotic goods, books, mysteries, messing around with chemical substances (the goggles and lab coat come in handy), casual talk along with sharing secrets, and poetry.

    Dislikes- Flirtatious people, anyone who deals in the business of selling souls (one of the few things she could never think of selling or owning), and people who think they're better then everyone else.
    edited by Concede on 8/17/2015

    --
    Across the street you can barely make out a woman, she flashes a strange grin at you, her goggles alive in the night.
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Concede
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    Haneul
    Haneul
    Posts: 15

    8/21/2015
    Haneul






    Gender:
    - Female
    Age:
    - N/A. Date of Birth Unknown. Appears to be in early twenties.
    Height:
    - 171 cm
    Build:
    - Petite, and fully matured.
    - Leanly muscled.
    Skin:
    - Fair, with a rosy tint.
    Eyes:
    - Grey and unreadable
    Hair:
    - Black, straight, and voluminous.
    Face:
    - Quite pretty, but prefers to keep parts of it obscured either with her hair, a mask, scarf, or hat.
    - Never touch her face.
    Clothing:
    - Haneul wears (or doesn't wear) whatever she wants, whenever she wants.
    - Favorite colors are blacks, whites, golds, silvers, and blues.
    Demeanor:
    - Behavior will adapt to current situation.
    Voice:
    - A soothing alto. Slightly whispery.

    Notable Details:
    - Haneul hails from the surface, from a country far to the east.
    - She cares for only two things; herself, and her only known relative--a half brother who she loves just a little too much.
    - She loves jewelry, flowers, fish, cats, and anything that sparkles, shines, or glows.
    - She is acrobatic, swift, and stealthy, but lacking in strength which she grudgingly tries to work on.
    - You will know her only as she wants you to know her.

    --
    >>| Haneul |<<
    "The sky has no limit and I am the sky."

    Haneul is open to ALL social interactions and will be generous with her replies.
    Just be certain that YOU will be generous to her as well when the time comes.
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    Snowskeeper
    Snowskeeper
    Posts: 575

    10/28/2014
    S.F. (Full name unknown. Full name is also possibly an alias. Actual name is probably not their original name. Original name is forgotten.)


    Gender: Nonbinary. Will not point this out if misgendered; this is not a big deal to them.
    Race: Human. Influenced by the Bazaar (Shadowy).
    Age: Minimum 20, maximum 28. Difficult

    Height: 154 CM/5'1" feet.
    Build: Lean. Not particularly muscular. Scarred on their everything, except their face; large swathes of their body are heavily bandaged, although none of this is visible under their clothing.
    Skin color: Unnaturally pale. Well. "Unnatural" for the surface, anyway. I figure a tan would be a good deal more unnatural than extreme pallor in a land where the sun doesn't shine.
    Eye color: Glacier blue
    Hair color: Very light brown.
    Hair style/quality: Short, straight, messy hair. They don't care much about keeping it in check. They do their best to keep it out of their eyes and make sure it's clean, though, although it still tends towards oiliness. It extends just a bit past their chin.
    Usual clothing style: Bulky. Long coats, baggy pants etc. Also: a newsboy cap, which is pretty much the only piece of clothing they'd be upset about losing. Long sleeves, fingerless gloves. When participating in activities where being recognized would be bad, they wear a bandana over their lower face. Tends to wear yellowish-brown, dark brown and black clothing.
    Usual demeanor: Depends entirely on the situation. They lie easily, and have constructed several different personas for use in every-day life. They dislike social interaction, and avoid it when possible; when they are in the company of individuals who do not require duping, they are cold, calculating and distant. Generally speaking, they have no difficulty doing awful things for the sake of their ambitions, but occasionally they feel bad about doing things that harm people they like; this reaction makes them feel extremely uncomfortable, as usually their emotions are dampened to a significant degree.

    Voice: They're nearly as good at changing their voice as they are at falsifying their personality. When they don't need to do so, however, they speak quietly; they sound tired. Their voice is on the higher end of the spectrum, assuming it's called a spectrum and not something else. I dunno; I'm not good at describing voices.

    Other remarkable details:
    • They've been afflicted with Bazaar Magic, re: Notability Blessing; this has resulted in their features being very difficult to memorize or recognize. They don't actively change while they're being looked at--that would be rather unsubtle, wouldn't it--but good luck finding them in a crowd.
    • They're asexual and aromantic, although they'll pretend to be romantically interested in an individual if they see no other way to get what they want from them.
    • They have a tendency to become fixated on 'interesting' people.
    • They have extremely low morals, although they don't generally hurt people for the fun of it. These standards are raised, somewhat, when individuals they are interested in come into the picture--they won't deliberately harm them, emotionally or physically, unless the rewards for doing so are significant.
    • They are obsessed with secrets and information. They care very little for money or other physical comforts, although they collect the former for practical purposes.
    • They value anonymity and secrecy very highly, and will usually react badly to an individual learning who they are, although the reaction itself will depend on the manner of the discovery.
    • They run three organizations. The first is a newspaper company called the Occasional Secret. The OS is well-known for its eccentricity. It doesn't sell its papers from street corners or deliver them to the doorsteps of its patrons--in fact, it doesn't deliver them at all. Instead, it hides them throughout the city--pinning them to chimneys in the Flit, for example, or buried in thieves' caches in the Forgotten Quarter. Someone found an entire stack of copies adrift in a rowing boat heading down the Stolen River. S.F. has never been identified as the owner of the Occasional Secret, and they prefer to keep it that way. The second is a minor gang operating out of some parts of Wolfstack; they call themself the Owls. There is nothing particularly remarkable about them, although a serious investigation of their records might turn up the fact that their treasury contains a variety of accounting "errors". The Owls are apparently lead by an individual who calls himself Jared Natrian, although there are no official records of such a person. The third organization is a mystery to everyone. *Makes whistley spooky noises* Effectively, they're a small band of S.F.'s closest associates, dedicated to the acquisition and application of information for the purposes of acquiring /more/ information, usually through the creative manipulation of the Owls (I've referred to them as a gang within a gang in the past). They call themselves the Watchers, mostly because one or two of them wanted a name; S.F. would have been fine without one.

    I may add more things as they come to me.

    --
    S.F., a midnight midnighter and invisible eminence. Impossible to locate them, personally, but there are dead drops and agents.
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    MatthewtheMagnificent
    MatthewtheMagnificent
    Posts: 62

    10/22/2014
    So you want to know about Matteo il Magnifico, or as they say in this dark city, Matthew the Magnificent? I'll tell you about him. Born in the sunkissed streets of Florence, a man in the prime of his life, tall and slim, wrapped in the most decadent of suits, sporting a beard that is best described as daring, his chestnut hair conceiled under a fedora imported straight out of hell, tipped below one eye, of course, with a desire to have everything but no inclination to shed one drop of sweat for it, the bane of europes rich and beautiful, he beds your daughters, drinks your port and empties your funds, escaped to the Neath only two feet ahead of an angry mob of scorned women and bankrupted nobles, dashing, vainglorious and sporting a smile that could charm the hood off a master (and allegedly has). Also misplaced his soul (twice), as well known in the salons of the duchess as in the tombcolonies, on first name basis with the powers that be and the horned ladies and gentlemen of Molochstreet. Cheated Mr Apples at poker and is ready to bet his hearts desire on a good hand. Signs his name in violant.
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    Rottythepup
    Rottythepup
    Posts: 1

    1/14/2015
    Rotty 'The pup' van Grenniken
    Race: human
    Gender: male
    Age: 20
    Build: athletic, lightly feminine
    Eye color: powder blue
    Hair color: pale blonde
    Hair style: short
    Clothing: He knows how to dress for the situation and is a fan of the styles from Russia when visiting in the court of the empress. But then again when down on the docks and telling tales with the urchins around the bonfires atop derelict buildings he is a fan of black shorts *having grown up on the surface in the north the cold is not a problem.* and a white shirt with suspenders! and on occasion an old military jacket with the patch of an old urchin gang from the surface lovingly stitched in the arm. But in any outfit he is in his trusty bowler hat with the crimson band.
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    Cathal O Sheehy
    Cathal O Sheehy
    Posts: 1

    1/24/2015
    Cathal Ó Síthigh/O'Sheehy (Irish vs Anglicized spellings)

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human (Irish)
    Age: 19-ish

    Height: 5'10"
    Build: Lanky and wiry.

    Skin color: Pasty white and very freckly
    Eye color: Gunmetal blue
    Hair color: Red
    Hair style/quality: Long and straight. Usually pulled back into a ponytail, but a lot of it escapes into his face.

    Usual clothing style: Depends on what he's doing, but he's a fan of very loud, very bright colors, particularly red. Which means that when he's actually in sensible colors bc he's stealing things that nobody recognizes him. Genius.

    Usual demeanor: Imagine a parakeet on a sugar high.

    Voice: Midtone, not particularly remarkable accept for the thick Belfast accent.

    Other remarkable details: Look at this dork

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    Lady Eris
    Lady Eris
    Posts: 162

    2/3/2015
    Lady Eris
    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: Middle twenties. She will look icily at you if you seek more information.
    Height: Tall. For a lady.
    Build: Average build, fairly broad shoulders and a bosom her mother used to describe as 'indecorous'. Since coming to the Neath, Eris has found that she has become reconciled to it.
    Facial features: Fair skin. A smattering of freckles on her nose that haven't faded even after all this time without sunlight. She despairs of ever being rid of them. She has dark, arched brows and has expended great effort learning to raise just one eyebrow. She finds this a most useful accomplishment, whether she is depressing the pretensions of unwanted suitors, debating with colleagues, or haggling over fabric in Spite. Eris is an attractive woman, and she knows it. Those dratted freckles notwithstanding.
    Eyes. Large, brown.
    Hair: Eris has long, dark brown hair. To her dismay, it won't hang quite straight, and it won't curl. So unless she is with her intimate companions, she wears it up. As it reaches below her waist, her spending on hair pins is prodigious.
    Usual clothing style: Eris *loves* clothes. Loves them. She dresses with care and spends a fortune at the dressmakers'. At first glance, it appears that Eris dresses like a perfect lady. But there is usually something in her dress that if noticed, undermines this appearance. A skirt which shows her ankles as she walks up stairs. A decolletage that is just a trifle too low for true modesty. Petticoats which swish and murmur just a touch more than perhaps they should. She favours deep colours - nothing too bright, nothing gaudy - but fabrics the colour of jewels are her favourites. Her corsetry is savage. If nothing else, she has excellent posture.
    Voice: Eris was brought up among the Surface aristocracy and has the accent you'd expect. Her voice is low and quiet. Her laugh is sudden, as though it has been surprised from her.

    --
    Lady Eris Psmith, Society darling, devoted wife. Dangerous when crossed. Accepts most social invitations. Distributor of Parabolan Kittens. Welcomes new acquaintances, especially those who write 'in character'.

    William Templeton, Viscount Manningham, newcomer, gentleman, all-round good egg - accepting absolutely all invitations.
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    Edison Wake
    Edison Wake
    Posts: 10

    11/9/2014
    Edison Wake (The Mournful Swede)


    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: Late twenties or early thirties
    Height: 6'3
    Build: Lean, with sharp, high-boned features.
    Skin color: Pallid, bordering on luminescent - too much time with certain mushrooms can have that effect
    Eye color: Pale blue
    Hair color: Ice blond
    Hair style/quality: Shoulder-length and straight, if somewhat shaggy.
    Usual clothing style: When sober, his dress is neat and tasteful. He spares no more expense than he must to appear respectable.
    Usual demeanor: Edison is quiet and fastidious, with a haunted look. He keeps his incessant curiosity to himself, knowing that to draw attention is to damage one's ability to gather information. Yet Edison has no desire to hoard what he learns. His generosity of speech has made him the darling of many a parlor and coffehouse, even if it cost him his beloved University job.
    Voice: Baritone, with a slight Nordic accent.
    Other details:
    • Edison is first a scientist, then a writer. He seeks order and truth in a place that tends to deny both. This often leads to confusion and scandal, but whatever his failings, Edison never strays from that ultimate goal.
    • He is easily tempted, being quick to fall off the bandwagon, roll around in the muck, wake up hungover and clamber back on. When drunk, he alternates between boisterous and weepy. His wine collection is formidable.
    • When questioned and plied with wine, he will admit that Edison Wake is not his birth name, but will say no more.

    edited by Edison Wake on 11/9/2014
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    The Midnight Road
    The Midnight Road
    Posts: 47

    11/10/2014
    The Midnight Road

    Gender:
    Male
    Race:
    Human
    Age: 25
    Height: 6' 6"
    Build: Slim, acrobatic build, with a musculature that speaks of flexibility and diligent practice.
    Skin: The pale white of the 'Neath.
    Eyes: Sapphire Blue
    Hair: Black
    Style: Straight, thick hair that is kept very long and tied back with a length of thirsty bombazine.
    Usual Clothing Style: When making public appearances,A man of simple elegance, he cultivates his reputation with his preference for rat skin suits and matching accoutrements.
    Usual Demeanor: He is quick to smirk and long to chuckle, taking quiet delight in the dark and macabre turns of the world. His jovial politeness is a disconcerting contrast to his sinister wit and vicious tongue.
    Voice: Deep, smooth, and rich, able in equal measure to boom through a room, or draw you deep into a private conversation.
    Other Remarkable Details: Has a disconcerting habit of starting conversations from behind the one speaking. There is also the long laughs he will indulge in when he seems to simply appear right on your heels in the middle of an empty room. All in all, a man of exceptional manners with a terribly sinister air.

    --
    The Midnight Road
    Come one, come all! I enjoy embracing all the various activities to be experienced down here in the 'Neath!
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    ClearFavourite
    ClearFavourite
    Posts: 49

    5/27/2016
    Aylen Saqui

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: Barely out of the Urchin-gangs

    Height: Five foot, eight inches
    Build:Slender, with a hard, muscular body

    Skin color: Light brown skinned, of indeterminate ethnicity
    Eye color: Brown
    Hair color: Very dark brown, so it almost looks black if you don't look close enough
    Hair style/quality: Long with a slight curl to it, usually tied up in a ponytail behind her

    Usual clothing style: She wears clothes that are cheap and hard-wearing for the most part, often with a small crown pip worn on her collar.

    Usual demeanor: Usually grinning brightly, fairly languid in her body language
    Voice: Mezzosoprano

    Other remarkable details: Has a large amount of scarring on the right side of her face, marring what otherwise might be a pretty face


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    --
    The Boisterous Bounty-Hunter
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    supermeatcleaver
    supermeatcleaver
    Posts: 3

    6/2/2016
    Hera Grey

    Gender: female
    Race: human
    Age: late 20s
    Height: tall
    Build: curvy

    Skin color: pale, but a bit ruddy
    Eye color: grey
    Hair color: cornsilk blonde
    Hair style/quality: straight and a bit wispy, tied into a bun that’s always falling out in the front when she runs her hands through her hair

    Usual clothing style: matronly, to say the least. full skirts, high necked collars, not much in the way of jewelry. She prefers practical footwear, and often wears working boots under her dresses.
    Usual demeanor: polite, stoic and a bit stern, rarely smiles
    Voice: sharp, a bit shrill at times

    Other remarkable details:
    prominent cheekbones, round face, sad and tired eyes. looks older than she actually is.

    --
    Hera Grey-A well-meaning young divorcée who doesn't intentionally hurt people.
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    Arlecchinata
    Arlecchinata
    Posts: 30

    6/7/2016
    Sybil Bertrand

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: Early twenties

    Height: Somewhat taller than an average woman
    Build: Hourglass-like; well-defined curves, long legs, slender hands.

    Skin colour: Olive, earthy
    Eye colour: A shade of reddish, rusty brown
    Hair: A mass of black curls, usually held up by feathered combs or embellished with studded adornments.


    Usual clothing style: Sybil has a remarkable predilection for darker colours, be it an attire suited for the day or the evening. She favours intricate patterns, laces and voluminous skirts.

    Usual demeanour: Her overall tone tends to be flirtatious/risqué. Yet her behaviour may range from lively to introspective, according to the social occasion and to her surroundings.

    Voice: Mezzosoprano, with a hint of huskiness.

    --
    Sybil Bertrand, the Licentious Correspondent.
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    Luminen Walker
    Luminen Walker
    Posts: 171

    7/1/2016
    Cpt. Martin Walker

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human as anyone else is down here.
    Age: Appears to be in the prime of his life.

    Height: Slightly taller than average.
    Build: Athletic and of generally average size and shape. More like a boxer than a lifter.

    Skin Colour: His skin was rather tanned before the fall... The lack of a sun has changed this.
    Eye Colour: Brown with flecks and streaks of green and grey.
    Hair Colour: Dark Brown.
    Hair Style: His hair tends to be short and straight and is usually both clean and cleanly cut. He also maintains a short moustache and goatee.

    Usual Clothing and Accessories: His usual apparel is a "modern" syled three-piece suit in restrained colours, usually a variety of greys, a pair of finely crafted gloves and mirror-polished shoes. He frequently wears a corduroy greatcoat and a trilby hat within the city as well as a pair of cosmogene spectacles. His most frequently seen accessories are an electrum pocket watch and a cane (being used as a sheath for a cosmogene tinted skyglass blade).

    Usual Demeanor: Calm, dry, and straight backed. Generally Friendly.
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    Drawing by Zer0[/spoiler]
    edited by TeslaWalker on 10/24/2016
    edited by TeslaWalker on 2/2/2017
    edited by TeslaWalker on 6/26/2017

    --
    Cpt. Martin Walker, a sagacious and magnanimous gentleman.
    For Faith! For Temperance! For a Future without Monsters!
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    Morkan Kassington
    Morkan Kassington
    Posts: 261

    7/3/2016
    TeslaWalker wrote:
    Cpt. Martin Walker


    With the beard, I think your forum avatar suits Martin better than the one you are using ingamesmile

    --
    Ladies of the Neath, here comes Morkan Kassington, the gem among gentlemen
    (He is actually a self-centered and foolish braggart, but he means no harm. Hit him up for social actions or dangerous lessons! Or just flirt.)
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    Lord Hattie
    Lord Hattie
    Posts: 15

    7/21/2016
    Lord William Masters

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: Early 50's

    Height: Slightly above average, around 6'
    Build: Broad shouldered and trim. Maybe a little lighter than he used to be, his appetite isn't what it once was.

    Skin color: Pale. Too much time in the Neath will do that to you.
    Eye color: Brown, and with that unique quality posessed only by those who have been hurt greatly.
    Hair color: Grey. Once upon a time it was a dark brown, but time has since bleached it. He likes it this way.
    Hair style/quality: Short, trimmed, and beyond all elegant. His facial hair covers most of his face, and is often well groomed.

    Usual clothing style: William is usually impeccably dressed, although rarely bothers to follow with the latest fashion trends. Indeed, he often looks a but outdated, but his charisma allows it to take more of a timeless quality than it might on others. One notable issue is that no matter what, he dresses in black. Occasionally with the odd accent, a spot of colour in the form of a pocket square or a flower, but most days he looks like he is about to attend a very fashionable funeral.

    Usual demeanor: Usually, William is cheery. A certain bounce in his step, a smile on his face and a firm handshake. Almost anyone who pays attention to him, however, knows that this is a lie. A well formed one, created after many years of practise, but a lie nonetheless. When he thinks nobody is looking, when no-one is watching, his facade slips. He stares off into the distance, his eyes begin to water a bit, and his smile droops into a frown.

    Voice: Baritone

    Other remarkable details: -

    --
    Lord William "Hattie" Masters - In-game Profile The Melancholy Lord, open for pretty much all social activities and roleplay
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    Swinging Dove
    Swinging Dove
    Posts: 24

    8/1/2016
    "Deacon" Ronald Morrison


    Gender: Male
    Race: Human, of course.
    Age: Mid to late 30s.

    Height: Slightly shorter than 6', with a noticeable difference.
    Build: Rather average on all fronts. You could guess, from his build, that he worked as a builder.

    Skin colour: His skin was pale even before the Neath. This has not changed.
    Eye colour: Green-blue, or grey, as it looks to be.
    Hair: His hair and beard are coloured ash-brown, with a remarkably low quality of white hairs. His hair is curly and usually neatly made, if a few stray hairs do stick out from time to time. He has a full beard, slightly and subtly trimmed from the sides.

    Usual attire: When he can, he wears suits. Every piece is of a similar colour. The quality is not the best. His hat is a slightly worn John Bull. He keeps gloves in the suit pocket.

    Usual demeanor: Ronald is usually calm, friendly and collected when speaking, and perhaps just a bit threatening. He is rather straightforward, usually, and you'll rarely catch him laughing, only smirking at best.

    Voice: Slightly deeper (than average) baritone. Slightly gruff.

    Other things of note: Nothing much in particular, although he is very slightly cross-eyed. It is hardly noticeable.
    edited by Ronald Morrison on 8/1/2016
    edited by Swinging Dove on 1/18/2017

    --
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Ron%20Morrison

    Just who is Ronald?

    Accepting all invitations and the like. Do come and get acquainted!
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    Jean Rowley
    Jean Rowley
    Posts: 28

    8/17/2016
    Jean Rowley


    Gender: Female.

    Age: It depends on the light. Could be late twenties. A little older when you hear her. A little younger when you see her.

    Race: Human.

    Height: 5'5''

    Build: An indiscreet observer might call her plump.

    Skin colour: Mediterranean/Middle-eastern.

    Hair: Dark brown, but much of it is already grey, silver in the light. Old hair, young eyes.

    Clothes: She prefers simpler things. She was in the novitiate once, when Sinning Jenny was only Sister In Charge Of Professions.

    Voice: Alto. Gentle, but firm.

    Usual demeanour: Distant, but certain. She listens to everyone who speaks to her with the same patience, but if you look at her from the corner of your eye, you may catch her staring past you, over your shoulder, in horror. Willing to help. Unwilling to divulge her secrets.

    --
    Jean Rowley, a young scholar and only daughter, taking refuge in the Neath.

    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Jean~Rowley

    alt: Isaac Albergower, a private tutor to society families, and confident swordsman http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Isaac~Albergower

    Social interactions welcome with both characters, although Jean has enough nightmares for now...
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    Neonir
    Neonir
    Posts: 118

    8/31/2016
    Lord Gregory (He has a first name, but it is a heavily guarded secret)

    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: Somewhere above 35

    Height: Almost absurdly tall
    Build: Heavy, muscular, small hands for the size of his arms. Generally just very large

    Skin color: Rather pale
    Eye color: Pelegin
    Hair color: Golden blonde.
    Hair style/quality: Almost shoulder length, either somewhat unkempt or meticulously primmed, featuring a single braid. Also present is a frankly spectacular enormous slightly curled moustache

    Usual clothing style: Varies from situation to situation, most situations however call for a finely crafted long coat, which he covers most of his bulk with. What lies under this coat can vary from rather formal attire to almost straight up plate mail. A monocle is generally also present. The only permanent accoutrement he maintains is a large sharpened bone which he uses as a walking cane, guesture magnifier, convenient pointing device and often times weapon. The colours of his clothes would strike anyone with any knowledge of colour theory as insane. Despite this, they rarely look terrible.

    Usual demeanor: Frank, somewhat stern, almost totally unwavering in confidence. A confidence reflected in both his stance, his speech and his presence. Jovial to a point, but very rarely undignified.

    Voice: Low, ever so slightly gravelly. Strong punctuation

    Other remarkable details: - Think "A 18th century lord, in the body of a warrior from the mountains, doing the best with what he's got"

    --
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Lord%20Gregory
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    Lord Gazter
    Lord Gazter
    Posts: 651

    8/9/2016
    Lord Gazter

    Lord Gazter is a gentleman of thirty-six. He is physically not imposing being rather thin with only a height of 5'6". Lord Gazter has blonde hair and green eyes behind his spectacles. Lord Gazter keeps himself well groomed and has a mustache and goatee upon his face.

    Lord Gazter is rather handsome gentleman, who most often appears to be jovial and amused with a smile upon his lips. He prefers to stay noble and high class in his posture and manner. He often wears what is considered fashionable by society and keeps up his appearance as a gentleman except for some devilish fashion like his devilish fedora, which he is usually seen with.
    edited by Lord Gazter on 8/17/2016

    --
    Lord Gazter: a genial and charming gentleman of noble birth.

    Victoria Crow: a spirited la.. young woman and an expert troublemaker.

    Get a copy of the Phlegethonian Gazette for pertinent and trustworthy news! Only five pence!
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    Kukapetal
    Kukapetal
    Posts: 1443

    8/9/2016
    Haha, I can't believe I forgot to make one of these for Flesh-Stick:

    Gender: Male

    Age: He doesn't know. Perhaps early 30's?

    Race: Human/Caucasian

    Height: Actually it's hard to tell. Fleshy usually walks and even runs hunched over a bit.

    Build: Lean and fit. Seems to have a slightly more delicate build than regular Psycho Bandits.

    Skin color: Fairly pale. He lived out on the tundra and now lives in a cave so he's never gotten much sun.

    Eye color: Very light blue

    Hair color: Red, although it's not really obvious because he dyes it.

    Hair style/quality: Wears his hair in a triple mohawk. The outer two are dyed bright orange. The inner one is dyed turquoise. The rest of his head is shaved.

    Usual clothing style: Orange pants, boots, belt and some kind of gasmask with round, dark goggles and an upside down "V" on it. He also has bandages wrapped around his arms and wears some kind of fingerless glove on his right hand, the same hand he holds his weapon with. He does not wear a shirt, and likes to take off his pants as well, if he can get away with it. He doesn't wear underwear either :P

    On formal occasions, he will put on an orange bowtie, but remains shirtless.

    Usual demeanor: Usually boisterous and cheerful, but very quick-tempered and also easily saddened if reminded of one of his personal demons. Essentially, his emotions change on a dime and he feels all of them very intensely. This can be exhausting, both for him and the people around him.

    Voice: High pitched, whiny, and very VERY loud.

    Other remarkable details: He's covered in numerous eyeball tattoos, some large and detailed, like the bleeding eye on his back, others small and abstract, like the spiral with eyelashes on his belly. Some of the eyes have the same upside down "V" symbol that's on his mask for pupils. All of them are done in the same orangish ink. One of the smallest eyes is crying.

    He is deathly afraid of tea.

    Haha, silly Fleshy, how did you get into this mess?

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    edited by Kukapetal on 8/9/2016
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    Vexpont
    Vexpont
    Posts: 137

    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.' ”

    --
    Dangerous to my enemies; loyal to my friends. Not too handy at telling the difference.

    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Vexpont
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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.

    --
    Amelia Syrus: A Drunken Thief For Hire.
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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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    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.

    --
    Please contact
    Victoria Astra Ludlow, The Rebellious Flâneuse, a Glasslady and Insurgent
    for compulsory nanty narking.
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    CharlotteFrye
    CharlotteFrye
    Posts: 7

    3/14/2017
    Charlotte Frye


    Gender: Female
    Race: Mostly human
    Age: Early thirties
    Referred to As: Captain

    Height: Unfashionably tall for a woman
    Build: Muscular yet lithe
    Skin tone: Fair, from a combination of birth and her subterranean circumstance
    Eyes: Peligin
    Hair style/quality: Her dark hair is often kept in a sloppy bun as to not impede her more martial pursuits. However, she is not adverse to proper grooming for more high society events.

    Usual clothing style: Despite her wealth, or perhaps in spite of it, she often favors bridge coats, dressing as if she is perpetually at zee. During formal events, she may don expensive dress and adornment, yet it gives the impression of a lion in a smoking jacket: distinctly unnerving and inarguably out of place.

    Usual demeanor: She has a remarkable talent to make the most innocuous statement or request sound like a thinly-veiled threat. With her peligin eyes, clay arm and a facial scar, she gives off an aura of violence. It’s whispered her ruthlessness must be a facade, for no one could truly be so cruel. There is a reason it is whispered. She loves to be in control of a situation and has a terrible habit of asserting herself into positions of authority for nothing more than the power. Treats superiors with suspicion, peers with competition, and subordinates with a mix apathy or interest. Though she takes lovers, it’s said that the only being she’s ever shown anything approaching love to was herself wrought in lacre. It’s passing was the only time she has reacted to loss with melancholy instead of violence.

    Voice: Too rough to be sultry, yet too sensual to be gruff. Perhaps a voice like that of a particularly sensuous zailor. She often speaks in low tones, fluctuating between conspiratorial and predatorial. In times of turmoil or passion, she adopts the dialect of the zee, barking orders as if she was still on her ship.

    Other remarkable details:
    Deep in her cups among close friends, she may reveal that she is Illegitimately Royal, the child of a Tsar of Russia and a commoner. Her father sent her away to England with a humble country manor and Russian tutors when she was a child. Thus, despite spending the vast majority of her life in England, she still has a small lilt of Crimea to her speech.
    A tattoo of a zee monster adorns her right arm, which she makes no attempt at hiding, especially at formal events.
    Her left arm has been replaced with a clay one, in which she occasionally amuses herself and unnerves guests by crushing wine bottles with.

    --
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Charlotte%20Frye
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    Lily Valfross
    Lily Valfross
    Posts: 1

    2/13/2017
    Lily Valfross


    Gender: Female


    Race: Human


    Age: 33


    Height: 5'4"


    Build: Thin, but not excessively so


    Skin color: Coppery


    Eye color: Dull green


    Hair color: Extremely dark brown, darkening to black at the ends.


    Hair style/quality: Shoulder-length and curly.


    Usual clothing style: Lily can commonly be seen in Hell's finest fashion, red silks with orange or yellow flare, form-fitting and lustrous. She is always wearing a plain brass band on her left ring finger, indicating her allegiance to the Devils of the Neath. She also carries with her a brass-plated leather briefcase at all times, as well as a Spirifier's Fork tucked behind her right ear like a pen.


    Usual demeanor: She seems aloof and distant, but suddenly intense when discussing business. Lily has a soft spot for alcohol, but never seems to get drunk. Then again, she never seems to drink much once she gets started, either, as though she suddenly loses interest. If given a chance, she'll attempt to convince you to sell your soul, a feat she considers easy.


    Voice: Her voice is entirely unremarkable in every way, neither high-pitched nor deep.


    Other remarkable details: - Those who would know what to look for would notice that she lacks a soul.

    --
    Sincerely,
    L. Valfross, Associate to the Brass Embassy
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    Maude
    Maude
    Posts: 4

    2/24/2017
    Maude Braun
    Gender: "It depends on the weather," they say with a wink.
    Race: Human or at least as human as one can be in the Neath
    Age: Somewhere in their twenties

    Height: Roughly 5'4"
    Build: Fit but just a bit on the pudgy side. No discernible muscle definition despite their ferocity in a fist fight. Their soft appearance hides lean muscles underneath.

    Skin tone: Pale pinkish with a heavy dusting of freckles everywhere
    Eyes: Pale piercing green
    Hair style/quality: Short messy auburn curls, looks almost as though they have persistent bedhead

    Usual clothing style: Simple, usually blacks or browns with just a dash of color thrown in for variety, the kind of clothes that are easily repaired or replaced, always either wearing goggles, glasses, or their favorite red mask

    Usual demeanor: In a word? Random. Maude never seems to have a plan and is often simply along for the ride. Their almost perpetually curious and confused state is often part of their charm. And they are very charming, flirtatious even. They tend to let embarrassments or insults roll off their back. Cockiness isn't their problem. Their lack of concern for their own well-being is. They always love a good story.

    Voice: In public, their voice as varied as their personality. From a high fluttery giggle to a deep soft murmur, Maude never seems to have the same voice twice. It's only behind locked doors that anyone has heard their true voice.

    Other remarkable details: "Mildly" addicted to Prisoner's Honey and always carries a spoon in their pocket. Just in case. Usually seen in Veilgarden with at least one of their associates or their pet weasel, Barnaby.

    --
    Maude Braun - Appearance - Background
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    Azothi
    Azothi
    Posts: 527

    3/6/2017
    Azoth


    Gender: Female, though she is familiar with disguising herself as a male.
    Species: Homo sapiens
    Race: Born of a Scottish father and Chinese mother
    Age: 24

    Height: 172 cm (~5'8")

    Eyes: At her first descent to London, they were as dark as the Neath itself. They, however, were changed with knowledge from the Liber Visionis. They are now heterochromatic, one a blue meant to evoke the sky itself and the other a green meant to remind her of the plants of the Surface, so that she may never forget these colours ... at least, until she hears what the thunder says.

    Hair: Straight, black hair, though it is usually concealed by a hood. She generally considers it a waste of time to style it and just lets it hang.

    Usual Clothing Style: In public, she prefers to remain cloaked and hooded so as to avoid identification, and beneath her cloak, she conceals countless tools for observing the natural world, should something randomly strike her interest or some threat appear before her. She dresses far more for utility and comfort than for style.

    Demeanor: Quiet and resolute. She prefers to observe rather than speak and keeps her cards close to her chest. A stoic to the core, she hides her inner fears and worries, as well as her hedonistic joys and pleasures. To her, she can still enjoy life without flaunting it, despite the melancholy that underlies her experiences, born from the murder of her lover and knowledge that returning to the Surface is nearly a death wish. This melancholy manifests every now and then, but she's healing in the Neath, even if she avoids forming deep attachments.

    Voice: She speaks softly and with a Scottish accent. Her singing voice is a contralto.


    Other Remarkable Details: She is missing an index finger on her right hand, a fact that she doesn't try to conceal. She never discusses how precisely this happened, but she has adapted to using her middle finger for most activities. She is often accompanied by a particularly shy kitten by the name of Bastet, a gift from her urchin acquaintances, who enjoys the pockets of her smock and sitting on her shoulder ... though it might not have been wise to let it share a home with the Starveling Cat.

    She also has an immense fear of death, even in the Neath, and has not visited the Boatman yet out of the vain and weak hope that she could maybe see the Surface again.

    --
    Azoth I, the Amaranthine Wanderer - Midnighter - A Paramount Presence (not currently accepting new Proteges)
    Away to where the Chain cannot bind us.
    Hesperidean.
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    John Moose
    John Moose
    Posts: 276

    3/13/2017
    Noah Rache

    Gender:
    Male
    Origin: English for all he knows, although the surname suggests German heritage
    Age: 31
    Height: 182
    Eyes: Dark brown, with the tiniest streak of red
    Hair: Black, neatly combed to one side like a good little schoolboy
    Clothing: Respectable but cheap
    Demeanor: Polite, reserved, a bit jumpy
    Voice: Quiet, lower than one would expect, but reaches some rather high notes when screaming
    Remarkable features: None, whatsoever. This has been carefully made so.

    A picture is worth a thousand words:
    http://imgur.com/a/OjOlg
    edited by John Moose on 3/13/2017
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    Estelle Knoht
    Estelle Knoht
    Posts: 1751

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

    --
    Estelle Knoht, a juvenile, unreliable and respectable lady.
    I currently do not accept any catbox, cider, suppers, calling cards or proteges.
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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

    --
    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.

    --
    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.

    --
    Bruno Steinmann
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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

    --
    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

    --
    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.

    --
    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.

    --
    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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    Mister Cockatiel
    Mister Cockatiel
    Posts: 4

    2/8/2017
    A lovely thread!
    Mister Cockatiel (he never gives his first name) is a man of indeterminate age, probably late 20's mid-30's. His most striking feature is his longish black hair which he wears a bit unkempt for that bohemian-intellectual style. This of course takes time to get just the right kind of unkempt, and it doesn't help that for some reason his hair seems prone to catch fire in his work. This has resulted in his currently fruitless exploration of the various hair-care products available in the Neath for split AND burnt ends.

    His face is round-but angular, giving him a look that is both severe and childlike. He's almost always smiling with a twinkle in his eye, though his friends have learned to read the KIND of smile and the form of the twinkle to let them know what's going on in his mind. He usually gives people the impression of a cat with a few too many secrets.

    Being a tallish and slender person he likes fitted clothes and a long coat, under which he usually conceals all sorts of weapons, implements, tools, his notebook, and the occasional bag of sweets.

    He's rarely without a companion, from some female accomplices (which he has a totally innocent relationship with), to a small menagerie that lives with him at his little bookstore at the Bazaar. Some stores have a Store Cat, he's got a Store Raven.
    edited by Mister Cockatiel on 2/8/2017

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    Mister Cockatiel, author and adventurer. All social activities appreciated. Don't tell Mr. Pages, he's easily upset.

    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Mister%20Cockatiel
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    Mister Cockatiel
    Mister Cockatiel
    Posts: 4

    2/8/2017
    Slyblue wrote:

    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...~


    Nicely done, subtle work on the color really brings it to life.

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    Mister Cockatiel, author and adventurer. All social activities appreciated. Don't tell Mr. Pages, he's easily upset.

    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Mister%20Cockatiel
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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.

    --
    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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    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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    OctaviaCrowe
    OctaviaCrowe
    Posts: 131

    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.

    --
    Ms. Octavia Crowe, the Hellfaring Mystic, keeper of the Books of Brass.
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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.

    --
    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.

    --
    "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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    Tystefy
    Tystefy
    Posts: 438

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


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

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

    *wild paw gestures*

    --
    Will sometimes return to post absurdity.
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    JimmyTMalice
    JimmyTMalice
    Posts: 237

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

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

    A Tale of Two Suns - Meeting Your Maker - A Squid in the Polls
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    Isaac Zienfried
    Isaac Zienfried
    Posts: 364

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


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

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

    *wild paw gestures*

    It was on a lark.

    --
    Isaac Zienfried, 'The Vacillating Belligerent.'
    A gentleman of complicated loyalties, complicated morality, and complicated goals.
    But really, it's hard to keep things simple down here!
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    Lady Jen Black
    Lady Jen Black
    Posts: 96

    9/7/2017
    Lady Jen Black

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: Early 20s

    Height: 5'7" (170cm)
    Build: Lean and toned, the slender build typical of gymnasts. Didn't get enough to eat in her youth.

    Skin color: Bronze, suggesting her partial Indian ancestry
    Eye color: A bright emerald green
    Hair color: Black
    Hair style/quality: Slightly wavy, medium-length. Usually ties it up in a ponytail with side-swept bangs, but leaves it down when in society.

    Usual clothing style: Typically wears a fitted dark shirt and trousers with a white cravat and a dark green coat with silver embroidery. Changes to her Strange-Shore Parabola Frock when in the salons of society, or to impress academics in the University (or she will, once she gets there).
    Usual demeanor: Has impeccable poise and grace. Stalks around with hunter in every line of her posture. A critical gaze in her sharp eyes. Enters a room and immediately analyses the best path to the exits. Talks to a person and simultaneously thinks about how to take them down or manipulate them. Charming but intimidating.

    Voice: Alto, steely and snarky at the same time.

    Other remarkable details: A scar across the bridge of her nose. That's the only visible one, at least.
    edited by Lady Jen Black on 12/22/2017

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    Lady Jen Black - Appearance - Backstory - MBTI - Song - Portrait - RP Directory
    Accepting calling cards!
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    heavensdark
    heavensdark
    Posts: 60

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

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: Early 30s

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

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

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

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

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

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

  • edited by heavensdark on 7/17/2017

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    Emmy Buchman
    Emmy Buchman
    Posts: 7

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


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


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

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    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Emmy%20Buchman
    --A Swiss Mathematician
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    Tystefy
    Tystefy
    Posts: 438

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


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



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


    We can both delete these posts together.

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

    --
    Will sometimes return to post absurdity.
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    The Eloquent Spy
    The Eloquent Spy
    Posts: 6

    7/20/2017
    Ethel McLaniel

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

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

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

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

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

    Other remarkable details: Ethel acquired a clay arm during an exceptional story, but tries to be discreet about it. Covering it with silk gloves and lace sleeves and all that. Their neck is pretty scarred up, but they removed all their facial blemishes when recreating their face. Aside from that, Ethel has a long, thin scar they got across their side in a fight at the Black Ribbon. They have a jagged scar up their forearm from spending nineteen days as Jack. They have a bite-wound from the Eater-Of-Chains.
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    Reinol von Lorica
    Reinol von Lorica
    Posts: 100

    7/21/2017
    Reinol von Lorica

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

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

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

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

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

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

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    Pipedream
    Pipedream
    Posts: 5

    8/1/2017
    ***

    Harriet Sorrows

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: 21

    Height: 5'10"
    Build: Lanky, with a decidedly straight and un-feminine figure. Proves to be quite the dressmaker's nightmare, sometimes.

    Skin color: Olive, with golden undertones. A few freckles scattered over her nose.
    Eye color: A russet brown.
    Hair color: Chestnut brown.
    Hair style/quality: Curly. Kept very short and boyish-looking.

    Usual clothing style: Harriet is severely far-sighted and never seen without a pair of round, tortoise shell glasses. She has an old fondness for a working man's clothes paired with small pearl earrings; a new and growing one for headscarves, cardigans, kimonos. Comfort has always been -- and remains -- her chiefest concern.

    Usual demeanor: Miss Sorrows is -- perhaps ironically -- often seen smiling. Whether relaxing, indulging in curiosities or speaking in playfully conspiratorial tones, she has an undeniable tendency towards cheerfulness and joie de vivre. Young and eager to learn, she otherwise takes her cues from the more experienced folk of London.

    Voice: A lilting voice with an Edinburgh accent. Half the things she says sound like the beginning of a rhyme.
    Other remarkable details: Harriet's father is an experienced zailor with a tendency to skimp Neath's details in his letters (he sends them, still, every week, as does she reply). She came to the Neath to surprise (and quite possibly infuriate) him the next time he makes port. If she's exceptionally lucky, he might finally tell her what he does out there.

    ***



    Remembrance Chandler

    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: 27

    Height: 5'7"
    Build: That of an average young woman? Possibly. It's hard to tell under all that clothing, honestly.

    Skin color: Pale to the point of pallidness.
    Eye color: Black enough to make iris and pupil indistinguishable. Sometimes there are dark circles underneath which show a little lack of sleep. Sometimes there are ones which show a lot of it.
    Hair color: A very fair shade of blonde (she'll go grey young).
    Hair style/quality: Straight. Almost waist-length, when she lets it down (she never does). Save for a rare strand now and then, the lot of it remains perpetually trapped beneath her bonnet.

    Usual clothing style: Heavy black gowns, long of skirt and sleeve, paired with lace collar and bonnet. There are at least a few knives hidden under all that. We may go so far as to infer a rifle.

    Usual demeanor: Miss Chandler is quiet and unassuming. She fulfills her duties efficiently and to the letter, asking no unnecessary questions. She abstains from city vices and, when not directly engaged in church duties and good works, spends her time reading, working for The Department of Menace Eradication, and mending the items of clothing she's had damaged while working for The Department of Menace Eradication.

    Voice: Something subtle and low to the ground, usually little more than a whisper. Her accent is some upper-class strain of English; her sentences clipped, and to the point. Strangely, she often sounds a little hoarse.
    Other remarkable details: She came to London to assist the Church and engage in missionary work. She grows slightly undisciplined around both desserts and cats. Her eyebrows vanished at some point in the eighties and haven't been seen since. Recently, she's begun to have discomforting dreams: of betrayal, of murder, of a desire for vengeance. Justice? Could it be so?

    Light a candle.

    ***
    edited by Pipedream on 8/1/2017
    edited by Pipedream on 8/1/2017

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    Harriet Sorrows - zailor's daughter. Came to see the zee.

    Remembrance Chandler - devout missionary. Came to do whatever needs doing.
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    Anactoria St James
    Anactoria St James
    Posts: 29

    11/28/2017
    Anactoria St James

    Gender:
    Female
    Race: Human
    Age: ~18

    Height: 5’6”
    Build: Mesomorph

    Skin color: Pale but with a hint of olive.
    Eye color: Ebony
    Hair color: Dark chocolate
    Hair style/quality: Thick, full, slightly wavy; often somewhat disheveled; most often worn in a casual ponytail.

    Usual clothing style: Simple and functional, her clothing is a bit worn but it is well cared for. Commonly, Anactoria wears something akin to a riding habit or dark grey. Currently, the number of items in her wardrobe is quite limited.

    Usual demeanor: In public, Anactoria is serious, terse, and hard-edged. New to London and intimidated by the place and its denizens, she weaves this protective façade to cover her insecurity and inexperience. Privately, although shy, she laughs and giggles easily and talks rather faster than her mind can frame her thoughts. Below it all, however, an iron core of determination and fierceness lies within her.

    Voice: Bright and clear with a accent from northern England.

    Other remarkable details:
    Anactoria is possessed of an extraordinarily cute visage (even when angry), an easy kinesthetic grace, and too much kindness, perhaps, for the Neath.

    --
    Roleplaying social actions are welcomed.
    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Anactoria%20St%20James
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    Hubris Glamore
    Hubris Glamore
    Posts: 49

    11/11/2017
    Just realised I hadn't done one of these yet.

    Hubris Glamore

    Gender: Male

    Height: 1.90m

    Race: Human

    Age: Late 30s

    Build: Lithe, with the suggestion of a more athletic build in the past.

    Skin colour: Caucasian, slightly pale.

    Eye Colour: Greenish grey.

    Hair Colour: Black, with the salt and pepper effect of emergent grey just above the ears.

    Hair Style/Quality: Almost always neatly combed back. He also has a short, neatly trimmed mustache and short beard.

    Usual Clothing Style: Tidy suits, often in unobtrusive and forgettable colours outside of special occasions, as befits his background as a former butler and diplomatic aide. Usually complimented with gloves, a necktie, and a top hat.

    Usual Demeanor: Polite and discreet in most scenarios, may deviate to viciously polite and direct towards individuals showing unnecessary contempt or posing direct threats. In one on one conversation some of the discretion may be dialed back to speak frankly. Puts great stock in keeping his word and has low views of breaking ones word for anything other than a very good reason.

    Voice: Speaks with a calm, measured cadence, with a notable swiss accent, although elements of having picked up something of the local flavour is detectable when slang terms and phrases are being spoken.

    Other remarkable details: Has spent several years trading on his past as a butler and diplomatic aide as a "Solutions Consultant" of an ambiguous nature, maintaining a (for the location at least) a discreet office at the Bazaar marked "Silk Solutions-Smoothing Over Life's Little Problems."

    --
    Hubris Glamore is an ambitious gentleman with entirely more schemes than is healthy.

    Happy to entertain all manner of interactions and has a fondness for roleplaying.

    http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hubris%20Glamore
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    Kyle Farthington
    Kyle Farthington
    Posts: 5

    2/13/2018
    Kyle Farthington, Investigator and Purveyor of Minor Secrets


    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: A respectable thirty-one years of age.


    Height: Shorter than one would expect, yet it suits him well.
    Build: Bookish. He looks more like a professor, than an investigator.


    Skin Color: Pale, as most in the Neath.
    Eye Color: Blue, like bits of surface glass.
    Hair: Short and utilitarian, it is usually not an issue.


    Clothing Style: Absolutely unremarkable and respectable suits.
    Demeanor: Quiet and reserved, yet utterly dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge and truth.


    Voice: Soft and bookish. One would forget his voice if he weren't talking to you.

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    Tell me a story of dark cities and seas sunless.

    Kyle Farthington, Inquisitive Extraordinaire

    Alternate:
    Victoria Thompson, Heartless Vagabond
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    Arsene Lupin ll: The Gentleman Thief
    Arsene Lupin ll: The Gentleman Thief
    Posts: 2

    10/29/2018
    Name: Arsene Lupin ll
    Gender: A gentleman
    Height: 5' 11''
    Age: 25

    Hair: Short and black
    Eye Color: Black
    Skin Color: Pale white
    Build: Thin, but wiry

    Style: Dark, inconspicuous, practical clothing for thief work. Always wears an unobtrusive bowler hat.

    Demeanor: A gentleman thief, always unfailingly polite and courteous. Loyal to friends and allies, but quick to remind rivals why he rules the shadows. He is a thief for the thrill, not for the money. He has a distaste for violence and killing, always searching for a nonviolent approach. He also is a cat lover. A bit of a hedonist, but working on that unfortunate habit.

    Voice: Normal London accent, but with a faint French tinge.


    Other Traits: Has a soft spot for Blemmigans

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    After that unfortunate incident at the carnival, I have sworn off the spiced wine for a bit. You don't want to know what happened....
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    Winthropx
    Winthropx
    Posts: 83

    10/8/2018
    Bishop Winthrop Waters
    Gender: Male
    Race: 94% Human 5% Clay Man 1%Other
    Age: 24ish He looks younger then he actually is

    Height: 5' 10"

    Build: Average, but tends towards thin due to forgetting to eat due to his missionary work and investigations. It's hard to have an appetite after all he's seen in the Neath.

    Skin Color: White, but the lack of light has lead him to looking pale. Dark circles are present under his eyes from not enough sleep.
    Eye Color: Blue like surface seas. Kind, but filled with a deep sadness and loss. His irises have the ragged edges of one who has studied the Correspondence. His left eye seems off due to an incident with sorrow spiders. Both eyes now seem to an unnatural light in their depths.
    Hair Color: Dark Brown, but with lighter brown and red mixed in.

    Hair Style/Quality: His hair is longer and messy, but he keeps it as clean as he can. Though he'd never admit it, he is vain about caring for it. Normally clean shaven, but when he doesn't keep it shaved, it is surprisingly red.

    Clothing Style: Willing to wear whatever he needs to in his missionary work to put those he is speaking with most at ease. If he is just wondering around London without a goal in mind, he dresses slightly formal. He wears various knickknacks his missionary work among the Urchins, Tomb-Colonists, and other members of London life. No matter what he's wearing, he always has his clerical collar on.

    Usual Demeanor: Kind, out going, and very friendly. He is willing to strike up conversation with anyone on just about any topic. The more exciting he finds the topic the faster he talks. He also tends to have the same problem as he tries to teach others about religion and the sciences. He is normally jolly when around others or out in public. If he thinks no one is watching, or has had too much to drink, he lets the deep sorrow and grief he hides show. He drinks more then he should as a man of the cloth, but the grief he hides drives him to it. He believes that all are worthy of salvation. Except for the killer of his twin brother. They will have no mercy from him.

    Voice: His accent is foreign. American in origin, but his time in Fallen London has changed it to something else entirely. It had hints of more scholastic nature due to all his studies before and after coming to Fallen London.

    Other Remarkable Details: His left arm up to just below his shoulder is made of clay. The bishop still regrets the betrayal he had to do to get it, but it's for a greater cause. and refuses to hide no matter the company he is in. He has a tattoo of the Correspondence on this right wrist, and further up his arm he has a tattoo of Fluke Street on his bicep. He has a number of scars across his chest and stomach from the rough times at the start of his visit. He has a bite scar from the Eater-of-Chains on his neck. He visited the Boatman cause of that one. His right had is his preferred one, but he has taught himself how to use his left hand almost as well as his right one.
    edited by Winthropx on 10/8/2018
    edited by Winthropx on 4/28/2019

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    Bishop Winthrop, a kind-hearted soul
    A Paramount Presence
    I accept all social actions
    His Appearance
    http://community.failbettergames.com/topic9363-your-characters-appearances.aspx?messageid=229809&Page=10#post#post229809
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    Duca de Capo
    Duca de Capo
    Posts: 1

    6/6/2019
    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
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    Joseph Whateley
    Joseph Whateley
    Posts: 1

    6/7/2019
    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.
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