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the Inquisitive Masseurse
the Inquisitive Masseurse
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Name: "Streetcat", most commonly. Readily responds to "Kitty", "Kitten", "Tuli", "Konekosaõ", "Cha'd'rou" and similar, seemingly infantilizing nicknames.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not the subject itself, but very likely a relative:

edited by Masseurse on 5/11/2021

Good news everyone! The Inquisitive Masseurse is back in London, from hir extended tour overzeez, and is available for house calls!

Not so great news: Streetcat is still in London. It's probably right behind you.
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Huey Nomure
Addressing: Advocate (previously), Lady (currently) (she/her)
Physical traits: Rather tall (5'9", or 1.75m) and slender, leaning toward gaunt lately. Bronze curls, grey eyes, pale skin with a hint of freckles.
Attire: Form-fitting suit, white for preference, a brimmed hat from her vast collection and impeccable gloves.
Demeanor: Languid, poised, flirty, somewhat verbose. Her sadistic streak is starting to show, and there's an off-putting hunger in her eyes since she started Seeking. Watch out when she stops smiling.

Perky Talespinner
Addressed as: Silver (she/her or they/them), although she appreciates most terms of endearment that lack a demeaning aspect ("pet" is a no-no, for example).
Physical traits: Tall (6'2", or 1.88m), lean and athletic, somewhere between a free climber and a martial artist. Olive skin, long wild black hair, black eyes, sharp facial features. Nonexistent breasts.
Attire: They're partial to elegant dresses modified for maximum mobility. When necessary, she tames (to a point) her hair into a rough tail with brightly-colored ribbons.
Demeanor: Energetic, positive, restless, headstrong. Struggles to use an indoor voice, but their footsteps are always soft. Always enjoys a challenge, but adventure is her true love. Generally kind, in a "rough love" kind of way, but Judgements help those who stand between her and her goals. A constant source of tall tales, but not just for the boasting itself: she evaluates people according to their ability to discern facts from fiction, which explains her Mystic stint and her current publishing career.

Mischievous Socialite
Addressed as: Lady, Advocate, Elphisa (she/her)
Physical traits: Rather tall (5'9", or 1.75m) and slender with some hidden muscle. Bronze curls, grey eyes, pale skin with a hint of freckles. (does that remind you of someone? No, you must be mistaken)
Attire: Form-fitting suit, white for preference, brimmed hat, silk gloves.
Demeanor: Languid, poised, flirty, playful, sociable. A hopeless hedonist that holds nothing sacred. She hides her cruel streak rather well, all things considered.
edited by Huey on 5/17/2021

Huey Nomure (she/her) - Gathered are the candles of saints devoured. A traveler has returned to a corner of sun and intrigue she had lost in her heart. She will always return, but never return. [Gone NORTH]
The Perky Talespinner (Addressed as Silver, she/they) - Daring adventurer and enthusiastic huntress on both sides of the mirror, kind in a "tough love" sort of way.
The Mischievous Socialite (Addressed as Advocate or (Lady) Elphisa, she/her) - Hopeless hedonist, always on the prowl for the next caper with a playful little smile on her lips and a worrying glint in her eye.
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the Inquisitive Masseurse
the Inquisitive Masseurse
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Now that my main account is accessible again - I give you the Inquisitive Masseurse!

: Zemer Epitaste (née Tarshem)
Race: Human, surely?
Gender: Certainly. Which one would you like today?
Age: Late twenties? Early thirties?
Height: 1.78m
Build: Willowy, well-toned, ambiguous.
Hair: Black ringlets, approaching waste length.
Eyes: Left is green, right is gray. Black eyeliner is, with rare exception, his only concession to cosmetics.
Skin: White, with a neathborn Londoner's pallor. There is a touch of down on her cheeks, forearms, and according to rumour - lower back.
Voice: Sultry, with a slight rasp here and there.
Manner of dress:
* While on call: a white outfit consisting of sleeveless vest, very loose and heavily pocketed pants, a broad girdle with yet more pockets, and a harness holding whatever equipment did not fit in said pockets. She works barefoot.
* On social occasions: usually an ostentations gown, often with clashing colors; and startlingly high heels.
* In informal settings: very little. Sometimes, the harness from his work outfit; except with nothing underneath. More often, a short and brightly dyed peticoat. A sash or two are not unheard of.

Other traits of note:

* Fingers. Their length verges on the disproportionate; and while counting the joints on these fingers will readily dismiss the illusion of their supernumerary quantity, they are certainly very prominent.
* Timna and Etsion, the Clay pair carrying the Masseurse's sedan and equipment, are dressed like medieval pages. They are apparently used to very egalitarian treatment, though Mister Etsion has the courtesy to not make that fact obvious to strangers.
* Smells quite strongly of frankincence, ylang-ylang, and sometimes less readily recognizable oils.

Good news everyone! The Inquisitive Masseurse is back in London, from hir extended tour overzeez, and is available for house calls!

Not so great news: Streetcat is still in London. It's probably right behind you.
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After a while I decided to get into the forums more; I only really use two characters for RP, which are Vlad/The Lethargic Enforcer & Lacri/The Ethereal Versifier. So, those are the ones I'll do for this in this updated reference.


Lacri Edelstein
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 25 as for 1899

Height: 5'2ft / 157 cm
Build: Curvy, slightly chubby and with a noticeable bust.

Skin color: Pale, almost ghostly.
Eye color: Cerulean blue.
Hair color: Blonde, naturally. Parts of it, like the tips, have been dyed with apocyan-color. For the aesthetic, she says.
Hair style/quality: Wavy and poofy; around mid-back lenght, often put into various hairstyles: a lower bun, a mid braid, braids, side plaid or even a ponytail but the last one is rare. Incredibly soft to the touch, for she grooms it and takes meticulous care of it every morning and night.

Usual clothing style: Lady Lacri favours different hues of blue, black and - ocassionally - some golden in her clothes, to accentuate her feautures (she knows she's beautiful, and tries to play up the charm in order to seduce her way out of trouble). She loves chiffon, ribbons and lace; you'll never catch her in a suit, for she prefers traditionally feminine clothing: dresses and skirts, high heels and ballerinas. Very rarely she'll use heavy makeup or jewelry, and said jewelry is often Cosmogone or Apocyan.

Usual demeanor: Sweet of demeanor and kind to whoever she meets, whether they're fingerkings, devils, thugs or a bohemian in need. Misunderstood; ethereal; gentle. Deep within her lies a hedonistic, alluring demeanor, but that really comes out when she a) needs to secure a deal or b) around her loved one, one of the many longshanks of London. She willingly associates with the devils of London, being utterly fascinated with them - and perhaps as a protest against the Church, but she hides her secrets so well it's hard to tell. An incredibly sentimental Nocturnal with a verbosa language to match.

Voice: A sweet-sounding mezzosoprano. Her accent is somwhere between Romanian and Bavarian, with a slight hint of French, which makes her exact ethnicity hard to determinate.

Other remarkable details:
  • There's multiple marks and bruises in her pale skin; scratches and knife cuts mostly. You wouldn't like to snoop around too much, would you?
  • Her aura is comparable to the Captivating Princess', but much, much lowkey. What relationship those two have, it's a mystery. She does, however, try to campaign for Hell and bohemian causes.


Vlad Cristea
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 29 as for 1899

Height: 5'7ft / 170 cm
Build: Athletic, not excessively muscular but doesn't lack for it either. Has some fat from all the Prisoner's Honey he binges.

Skin color: Pale, sickly.
Eye color: Olive green.
Hair color: Dirty blonde; in the half-darkness of the Neath, often mistaken for brunette.
Hair style/quality: Straight, and really messy; it is kept short to ear-lenght, although side hair covers his ears a little (it's also insanely hard to keep brushed - every time he has tried to brush it, it'll be worse than a wasp's nest in a matter of minutes). Though it used to be really greasy and dirty due to not taking care of himself often, nowadays he's cleaner and it is reflected in his hair.

Usual clothing style: Vlad isn't a fan of fashion. He'll wear whatever it's more comfortable for his work; that said, he enjoys worksman boots for their resistance, perfect for whenever he has to run after his target. He mostly enjoys browns, accents of yellow and grey for his clothes - almost always they have faint traces of blood, whether stains or smell. More often than not he'll wear black gloves so he won't leave evidence in the crime scene. Likes to roll up his sleeves, it makes him feel a little more threatening, he says.

Usual demeanor: Curt; terse; timid. Those words define the Licentiate rather well. Vlad's a naturally withdrawn person and more akin to a gruff stray dog in human's skin than anything else: he feels threatened when touched or watched for too long, he'll growl at those who present a danger to himself or his loved ones, and he's incredibly devoted and loyal to those he considers of a trusted circles. Ruthless, melancholic and, despite being a bit dazed, demonstrates that he's a predator when it comes to pursuing his mark: no mercy and no truce for them. A fan of delicious food and chill towards those he likes.

Voice: A growly baritone, his accent is, unmistakably, Romanian - specifically from the region of Transylvania. However, a good listener will noticed the faint trace of New Yorker accent, more evident in how he speaks American english.

Other remarkable details:
  • Tattoos on his shoulders, upper back and arms; one commemorate New Newgate, where everything started, back when he started to plot his revenge quest.
  • Multiple scars on his left arm, due to always using it to block attacks.
  • Bite marks from his multiple pets.

Open to roleplay and most social actions - please avoid most harmful interactions unless states otherwise.

The Ethereal Versifier

The Lethargic Slasher
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