Basically everything is in a mess. I have a new pen, but this has the most stuff in it. It's horrible unorganised, though. My apologies.
Maycott & Co. Curiosity Shop
by Mousen » 01/11/2012 3:46 PM
> Arthur Maycott <
Last known residence:
4 Coney Street, Lamenolai
Technical info:
he|lucain|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Excitable, unfeeling, intelligent, theatrical
Arthur Maycott is York's very own rich eccentric, he runs a small curio shop down one of the little cobbled streets. People flock from all over just to see what he stocks, from canonic jars to albino crows. He buys stock and makes deals just about everywhere and when he isn't in the shop himself one of his 'living curiosities' tend to run the shops for him. He treats these different-looking people very well, and they get paid nearly twice as much someone running a shop of that size would get. Before Arthur, his father and uncle ran the family antique's business, his father is now retired and his Uncle Edgar died many years ago.
The young man is rather macabre, having a profound interest in anything, well, curious. He once bought a mummified cat in a box from a mysterious gentleman in Berlin, then managed to sell it for four times the amount he paid. Death interests him, and he tends to show a distinct lack of empathy without realizing it. Lest he get a hold of anything dead because he'll have either stuffed it, taken the bones out of it or be sat their prodding it's brain with a scalpel. He can be quite excitable when the mood strikes him, and when he's trying to get some new curiosities he seems to have a boundless amount of energy. Arthur is extremely quiet, he'll go for hours without saying anything and when he does it's in a near-whisper. Those around him have to be pretty decent at lip reading to be able to respond to him in a crowd, though you'd be hard pushed to get him anywhere near a crowd in the first place. As a general rule, the eccentric dislikes people, though he'll put up with those that wander into the shop because he has to, acting like a proper showman while he advertises the curiosities.
Arthur has a rather distant nature, there's no doubting the fact he has a scientific mind, though it is a rather disorganized one. His head is always in the clouds, and it can be difficult to get him to come back down to earth. Axel is one of the few people who can put up with Arthur for long periods of time, his biting sarcasm cuts through the other man's rather distant nature. They've worked together for so long now, it's starting to become rare to find one without the other. Arthur, despite being rather unfeeling at times does have a heart, usually when you least expect him to be bothered about something. He has a great love of picking at what people say when he's bored enough, twisting what they actually mean just to annoy them. At times, he really can be unpleasant, Axel pretty sure this apparent mean streak isn't a deep-running personality trait and just another one of his acts.
He's a relatively handsome man, provided he's not covered in dust or God knows what from hunting unusual antiques down in foreign cities. There's something very sharp about his features, though. He has green eyes that have a permanently sad look. Arthur also wears glasses for reading, even if Axel is charged with looking after them so he doesn't loose them. His hair is brown and perfectly short, usually hidden beneath an expensive hat of some kind, funnily enough, he's about a head shorter than Axel, who's just six foot. Mr. Maycott is usually found with that battered brown suitcase of his, trying to hail down a cab before it starts to rain, knowing that if he's not on his way within the next five minutes he's going to miss his train.
> Axel Asplin <
Last known residence:
4 Coney Street, Lamenolai
Technical info:
he|lucain|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Pessimistic, business-like, suspicious.
Axel was brought up within a respectable family, his father was head of a quite a large publishing company which he at for awhile with his brother, Laurence Asplin. He was eventually dismissed after he repeatedly turned up late. Axel was quite an impressionable man at that time and it wasn't long before he fell into bad habits, and discovered a love of gambling. A love that put such a strain on the family finances that he was thrown from the family home. The final straw was when he lost his eye in a bar fight over (surprise, surprise) some debts he couldn't pay. That was when he was crossed off of the will and effective left to fend for himself. He was in prison for a short time, and then spent a further few months living wherever he could until an old friend of the family approached him, Arthur Maycott. He needed someone to help him with a business venture, and figured Axel was just the man for the job.
Axel is quite bitter about what has happened to him and while it was almost solely his fault, he holds a lot of resentment towards his family, Laurence especially. He hates to imagine what the other friends of the Asplins think of him, and will go so far as to duck behind the counter if he sees one of them enter the shop. He now won't touch gambling, but the drink is another matter entirely. Axel is much more responsible than he was, but that doesn't stop him getting completely and utterly drunk if he has a couple of days to lose. He's a cynic and a pessimist and always tends to see the worst side of things, and it takes a lot to get him worked up about something. Axel is a proud creature and hates being criticized, more so than most people. Being the perfectionist he is, it's unlikely he isn't aware of whatever the criticizer is saying. Like Arthur, Axel isn't a people person. His main worry is getting scorned by his relatives or old family friends, Axel keeps his past well way from the present, when he can manage it, that is.
He's exceptionally loyal towards Arthur and won't here a word against him, they're very good friends. Over time, he's learnt to cope with Arthur's eccentricities. One of the reasons they get on so well is because Axel doesn't try to fill in the silence, a quality that Arthur values enormously. Equally, they get along because he's not shy about prompting Arthur to speak or cutting through his thought process when he has to. He tries makes sure that the strange man doesn't go mad and suddenly start experimenting on people's cats or something. While often out-shone by Arthur, Axel is no idiot, either. He can usually keep up with whatever philosophical theory has caught Arthur's interest, even if he couldn't care less about it himself. He enjoys the adventure of looking for curiosities and is quite the businessman when it comes down to it. His creepy stare is the impressive, especially with the glass eye he has. It was one Arthur bought him as the first one he had was very cheap and didn't really match his eye-colour. He also wears a eye patch on occasion, if he has to.
Before he lost his eye, Axel was rather handsome. Very handsome, according to some people, with his large brown eyes and dark hair. He always knew how to dress, choosing long dark coats and hats that fit in with the fashions of 1880's York. He's much the same, apart from the eye, but it isn't pleasant. His clothes are generally a little shabbier now, and he's picked up on Arthur's habit of wearing old hats and is quite fond of an old circus top hat that Arthur bought, not that he'd ever wear it out of the shop. Funnily enough, Axel has a collection of glass eyes as Arthur buys him one every Christmas. It's a long-running joke.
“ Why do people insist upon making so much noise? ”
Last known residence:
4 Coney Street, Lamenolai
Technical info:
he|lucain|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Excitable, unfeeling, intelligent, theatrical
Arthur Maycott is York's very own rich eccentric, he runs a small curio shop down one of the little cobbled streets. People flock from all over just to see what he stocks, from canonic jars to albino crows. He buys stock and makes deals just about everywhere and when he isn't in the shop himself one of his 'living curiosities' tend to run the shops for him. He treats these different-looking people very well, and they get paid nearly twice as much someone running a shop of that size would get. Before Arthur, his father and uncle ran the family antique's business, his father is now retired and his Uncle Edgar died many years ago.
The young man is rather macabre, having a profound interest in anything, well, curious. He once bought a mummified cat in a box from a mysterious gentleman in Berlin, then managed to sell it for four times the amount he paid. Death interests him, and he tends to show a distinct lack of empathy without realizing it. Lest he get a hold of anything dead because he'll have either stuffed it, taken the bones out of it or be sat their prodding it's brain with a scalpel. He can be quite excitable when the mood strikes him, and when he's trying to get some new curiosities he seems to have a boundless amount of energy. Arthur is extremely quiet, he'll go for hours without saying anything and when he does it's in a near-whisper. Those around him have to be pretty decent at lip reading to be able to respond to him in a crowd, though you'd be hard pushed to get him anywhere near a crowd in the first place. As a general rule, the eccentric dislikes people, though he'll put up with those that wander into the shop because he has to, acting like a proper showman while he advertises the curiosities.
Arthur has a rather distant nature, there's no doubting the fact he has a scientific mind, though it is a rather disorganized one. His head is always in the clouds, and it can be difficult to get him to come back down to earth. Axel is one of the few people who can put up with Arthur for long periods of time, his biting sarcasm cuts through the other man's rather distant nature. They've worked together for so long now, it's starting to become rare to find one without the other. Arthur, despite being rather unfeeling at times does have a heart, usually when you least expect him to be bothered about something. He has a great love of picking at what people say when he's bored enough, twisting what they actually mean just to annoy them. At times, he really can be unpleasant, Axel pretty sure this apparent mean streak isn't a deep-running personality trait and just another one of his acts.
He's a relatively handsome man, provided he's not covered in dust or God knows what from hunting unusual antiques down in foreign cities. There's something very sharp about his features, though. He has green eyes that have a permanently sad look. Arthur also wears glasses for reading, even if Axel is charged with looking after them so he doesn't loose them. His hair is brown and perfectly short, usually hidden beneath an expensive hat of some kind, funnily enough, he's about a head shorter than Axel, who's just six foot. Mr. Maycott is usually found with that battered brown suitcase of his, trying to hail down a cab before it starts to rain, knowing that if he's not on his way within the next five minutes he's going to miss his train.
> Axel Asplin <
“ I can see that this is going to end well. ”
Last known residence:
4 Coney Street, Lamenolai
Technical info:
he|lucain|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Pessimistic, business-like, suspicious.
Axel was brought up within a respectable family, his father was head of a quite a large publishing company which he at for awhile with his brother, Laurence Asplin. He was eventually dismissed after he repeatedly turned up late. Axel was quite an impressionable man at that time and it wasn't long before he fell into bad habits, and discovered a love of gambling. A love that put such a strain on the family finances that he was thrown from the family home. The final straw was when he lost his eye in a bar fight over (surprise, surprise) some debts he couldn't pay. That was when he was crossed off of the will and effective left to fend for himself. He was in prison for a short time, and then spent a further few months living wherever he could until an old friend of the family approached him, Arthur Maycott. He needed someone to help him with a business venture, and figured Axel was just the man for the job.
Axel is quite bitter about what has happened to him and while it was almost solely his fault, he holds a lot of resentment towards his family, Laurence especially. He hates to imagine what the other friends of the Asplins think of him, and will go so far as to duck behind the counter if he sees one of them enter the shop. He now won't touch gambling, but the drink is another matter entirely. Axel is much more responsible than he was, but that doesn't stop him getting completely and utterly drunk if he has a couple of days to lose. He's a cynic and a pessimist and always tends to see the worst side of things, and it takes a lot to get him worked up about something. Axel is a proud creature and hates being criticized, more so than most people. Being the perfectionist he is, it's unlikely he isn't aware of whatever the criticizer is saying. Like Arthur, Axel isn't a people person. His main worry is getting scorned by his relatives or old family friends, Axel keeps his past well way from the present, when he can manage it, that is.
He's exceptionally loyal towards Arthur and won't here a word against him, they're very good friends. Over time, he's learnt to cope with Arthur's eccentricities. One of the reasons they get on so well is because Axel doesn't try to fill in the silence, a quality that Arthur values enormously. Equally, they get along because he's not shy about prompting Arthur to speak or cutting through his thought process when he has to. He tries makes sure that the strange man doesn't go mad and suddenly start experimenting on people's cats or something. While often out-shone by Arthur, Axel is no idiot, either. He can usually keep up with whatever philosophical theory has caught Arthur's interest, even if he couldn't care less about it himself. He enjoys the adventure of looking for curiosities and is quite the businessman when it comes down to it. His creepy stare is the impressive, especially with the glass eye he has. It was one Arthur bought him as the first one he had was very cheap and didn't really match his eye-colour. He also wears a eye patch on occasion, if he has to.
Before he lost his eye, Axel was rather handsome. Very handsome, according to some people, with his large brown eyes and dark hair. He always knew how to dress, choosing long dark coats and hats that fit in with the fashions of 1880's York. He's much the same, apart from the eye, but it isn't pleasant. His clothes are generally a little shabbier now, and he's picked up on Arthur's habit of wearing old hats and is quite fond of an old circus top hat that Arthur bought, not that he'd ever wear it out of the shop. Funnily enough, Axel has a collection of glass eyes as Arthur buys him one every Christmas. It's a long-running joke.
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Victoria's New & Second Hand Books
by Mousen » 01/11/2012 3:47 PM
The book store itself is a rather large building. The room is rectangular and on three levels. The first level when you go in, a slightly raised portion to one side of the shop, and the upstairs. A large curved counter sits by one side of the room, a huge staircase on the other. Two sides of the room are covered floor to high-Victorian ceiling in books. Wooden ladders are used to access the ones on the higher shelves. The other sides of the square room is filled with windows and window displays. In the slightly higher side of the shop, a large spiral staircase leads up onto a balcony that spans through half of the place, where you can look down upon everyone that comes through the door. Several attic windows floor the upstairs with light.
Books both new and old reside on the two floors, along with a children's section filled with books on the second story. On the slanted ceiling of the upper story, movie posters are plastered. The upstairs room is extremely open, with only the bookshelves and a few beams separating the room. Though, there is another room to one side of this, behind a door marked staff only. It's a white washed room with a huge window and window seat on one side, and several attic windows that lay close to the floor. From these small windows, it seems like the entirety of Aldrect can be seen. Behind the counter rests the books Gabe spends hours to find. The rarities, the long forgotten first editions, those that are signed or those that are just particularly interesting. Aside from ladders and bookcases, there's not much furniture in the bookshop, save for two battered green Chesterfield sofas, which provides people with a little reading area. After all, there's no point in buying a book if you don't know if you're going to like it or not, right?
> Thursday Macloughlin <
Last known residence:
39b Arthur Terrace, Aldrect
Technical info:
he|paragon|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Easy going, sociable, generous, non-confrontational.
Thursday's parents were New Age hippies and as a result his upbringing was quite unusual. They tended to travel a lot and they dragged Thursday with them. 'Ask your father, dear, I'm cleansing my aura' was a phrase that Thursday heard more than once during his childhood. He was a little more sensible than both his mother and his father. Growing up with odd parents wasn't the easiest thing, as he was teased as a result. Especially after his mother offered to come into school to play her nose flute for the music lesson. One Christmas, Thursday was bought an old fashioned camera and his obsession with photography grew from that moment onwards. He first came across Victoria's New & Second Hand Books accidentally, while looking for a good present for his parents. Victoria took such a shine to him that he was offered a job that day and he's been working there ever since, making sure that Gabriel and Charlotte don't kill each other and making sure that bookstore (being a supernatural hotspot) doesn't become overrun with ghosts
A people person, Thursday loves to chat with everyone and anyone. He tends to casually flirt with anything human that walks into the shop, though he's really just messing around. One odd thing about him is that he just can't stand being completely alone. Even if he isn't talking to someone, it's nice to know that there's someone else there. He's also a rather generous person, often planning Christmas and birthday presents months and months ahead of when they're due. The young man is, however, terrible at mathmatics and all the figures for the store are left for Lottie. During his parents travels he's seen a good few walks of life, so it takes a lot to surprise him. He's not a judgmental person, and he tends to just go with things without asking too many questions. Thursday loves Christmas, and every year he decorates the shop head to toe ...Or rafters to floorboards, perhaps.
Thursday Maclouglin is possible one of the mellowest people in existence, he's almost never upset or angry. When his emotions do get the better of him, he isn't too great at coping with them. He usually resorts to "...He-! And then-!! And-!" Once something has upset Thursday it takes a lot to get him to cheer up again and he's notoriously slow to forgive. There's been many occasions where his non-judgmental nature has gotten him into trouble and in that case he usually relies on Gabe(his best friend) to get him out of it. Once he trusts someone he does so completely and will often rely on them a little bit too much. Oddly enough, when he is in a relationship, Thurs tends to fall in love rather quickly and most of his relationships have ended rather badly. He's great at soothing people, living or not, though he's not always certain of what to say in situations he has no experience of.
Thursday is a fairly pale fellow, with a smattering of freckles across his nose. His hair is a sandy colour, and no matter what he does with it, it always seems to curl somewhat. Oddly enough, he has got a little gap between his two front teeth, something even braces failed to fix. He's actually long-sighted and has to wear glasses to correct his vision, and is constantly loosing them. He's very tall, around six foot, with quite narrow shoulders and a gangly-look to his whole frame. Thursday's fashion sense is quite eclectic and usually not that fashionable, he currently has a fondness for woolly hats and blazer-jackets.
> Gabriel Halsey <
Last known residence:
12a Gerville Terrace, Aldrect
Technical info:
he|paragon|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Gruff, organized, stubborn, loyal, unsociable
Firstly, never call this man by his full name. Years of public school in a bad area is enough to turn anyone against the name 'Gabriel'. He was the third child of four, Gabe and his four siblings were raised solely by their mother(who had a love of unusual names). Both Salome and Joseph the elder siblings and twins made it into a good university with relative ease. As Mia had been born blind, for many years Gabe was the one that had the job of trying to look after her. It wasn't an easy one, Mia being twice as independent and stubborn as he was. After a bad falling out, and after Gabe got into some trouble involving some minor offences. He ended up being kicked out of the family home. It was then Gabe tried to sort out his life and it was there he then got a job unloading boxes of books at a bookstore. He became something of a bookworm after that. When the shop he had been closed, he was offered a job at Victoria's. It was then he met Lottie Trevena and the business of Victoria's New & Second Hand Books began.
For the most part, Gabe is stubborn and constantly annoyed. His original dislike of his co-workers (Gabriel dislikes everyone at first) has turned into respect and friendship, even if they annoy him to hell and back sometimes and now that their relationship is back to rights, Gabriel is also very protective of his sister Mia. He's rathergruff, most of the time and he absolutely refuses to talk about feelings and emotions. Unless he has no choice but let Thursday cry on his shoulder after a bad break up. He's very loyal towards his friends, and it's one of the several qualities he and Mia share. Gabriel is far more serious than Lottie and Thursday and he's usually the one that gets everyone to start working, in some ways he makes a good, level-headed leader, even with the sarcasm.
Funnily enough, likes to call his friends by their second names. Only Mia and Victoria manage to exscape from this, for whatever reason he's rather nervous around the ghost and is really rather polite to her. One of his favourite things to do is to sit at the old wooden counter of the shop and bark orders at his friends. Some people consider him to be bossy and incredibly stubborn, others find him decisive. He does judge people a little too quickly and he'll often underestimate people. Gabe prefers to rely on himself for most things and will refuse help unless he has no other choice. As a general rule, he is not a people person, much preffering his own company or that of a few close friends, and he absolutely hates meeting new people and can be very bitter towards them when he first speaks to them, it's gets even worse when he feels that he's out of his depth. The more worried or scared he gets, the more likely he is to snap at anyone who speaks to him. Despite not being good with people, he usually fronts the shop and is quite good with the customers, though he cannot, under any circumstances, cope with small children.
Like Thursday, he's rather tall and the two of them are about the same height. With coffee-coloured skin and dark eyes, he doesn't resemble Thurs in anything height. His hair is cut very short and he always seems to act like he doesn't care much about his appearance, which is probably true, since he's usually just sporting a navy T-shirt and a pair of worn jeans.
> Charlotte Trevena <
Last known residence:
12b Gerville Terrace, Aldrect
Technical info:
she|paragon|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Bubbly, opinionated, optimistic, intelligent, inventive
Lottie is a bright, bubbly young woman who's got more opinions than you'd care to shake a stick at. Being brought up in Ireland, Miss. Charlotte Trevena had a fairly untroubled childhood despite the many riots that went on at the time. She lived in the countryside for , where her parents ran the local post office. As a child, she was extremely eccentric if she wasn't looking for fairies in the undergrowth she was up until midnight with her beloved telescope searching the skies for aliens. This much really hasn't changed, even if she did have to grow up a little once she went to college. Lottie and Gabriel came into work on the same day and until Thursday stepped in, the were constantly arguing. Since then, they've become rather close. Even now their opinions tend to differ, but it rarely ends badly.
Charlotte is something of a conspiracy theorist, entertaining crazy theories for several days before moving onto the next one. There are a few she really likes, and she can talk for ours about the mysteries surrounding the Holy Grail. In fact, Thursday makes sure to give her a new book about Grail conspiracies for Christmas and her birthday. As a general rule, Lottie is an exceptionally cheery and optimistic young woman and she bounces around the shop with the enthusiasm of an overgrown puppy. Funnily enough, she's a bit of a maths whiz and works out most of the taxes and stuff the store has to pay. Just don't ask her about geography. Lottie could get lost in her own sitting room. She tends to be rather brutally honest, giving direct opinions rather than skipping over touchy subjects. Luckily enough for her, she has more tact than Mia.
She has much contempt for anything she considers to be 'mainstream', and according to Lottie 'it's all a conspiracy'. Whatever you do, don't ask her about politics. Her opinions have opinions when it comes to most subject matters. She can get quite fanatical when it suits her, and Gabe has no qualms teasing her about how 'stupid' she sounds half the time and even though she's very close to Mia, the young woman can't help but point out some of the slightly dizzier aspects of her personality. There's no doubting her intelligence, despite having her moments. Another strange thing about Lottie is the fact that nearly everyone she dates is completely loopy. From mad artists, to tree-hugging nudists and conspiracy theoriests alike.
Compared to Mia, Lottie is very tall, around 5"7 in height, 5"8 when wearing those ridiculous bright turquoise Doc Martens of her's. The young woman loves colour and half of her wardrobe is filled with bright blues, teals oranges and yellows, her favourite colours. Her hair used to be mousey-brown, though it's been bright orange since she got bored and decided to dye it. In another fit of boredom, she actually got a tiny gold stud put in her nose. Her skin is rather pale, though like Thursday, she's rather freckled. A smattering across her cheekbones and forehead. Another thing about Lottie is that she's terrible for biting her nails, the minute she's faced with the paranormal (Which she always knew existed! Always!) her nails are down to the quick.
> Mia Halsey <
Last known residence:
12a Gerville Terrace, Aldrect
Technical info:
she|diosol|human
Gloria/Hart|none
Personality words:
Brash, confident, loud, tenacious, fiery.
Mia is Gabe's little sister and she's four-foot eleven of appauling swearwords and fire crackers. Being the youngest out of all of the Halsey lot she was often treated as the 'baby' of the family, it didn't help that she was born completely blind. Even so, Mia always had quite a lot of freedom. Though, there was always someone looking out for her, that she found degrading. It's not surprising that during her teenage years she rebelled completely, and she wouldn't even let Gabriel near her anymore and they'd argue a lot. Eventually, Mia went off to college and spent a year in University. It was a couple of years later that she decided to see if Gabriel was still working at that book shop her mother had told her about.
She's very insensitive, and practically tactless, if you want someone to break bad news, Mia would be the worst person for the job. Mia can't stand it when people act overly emotional. She tends to show affection by insulting the people she likes, and is extremely loyal to her friends to a point where she won't even listen if something unpleasant is being said about them. Mia considers herself a good judge of character and she usually decides if she likes someone within minutes of meeting them. The young girl swears like a sailor, and she doesn't hesitate to shove people's weaknesses into their face and she'll expect you to do the same. Thursday and Gabe tease her about everything, and in return she will find something equally insulting to say about them. Thursday in particular will often find her the most ridiculous things to wear, if they weren't so close she'd probably be offended. Not that he'd ever let her go out the house when she's like that, as he's extremely protective of her, possibly even more so than Gabe is. Mia and Thursday are like chalk and cheese but they're unbelievably close.
She's a perfectionist, and often gets extremely frustrated at herself if her disability prevents her from doing something. The kind of person to push themselves until they get it right, she has a tenacious streak a mile long. Mia knows what she thinks and if you don't like it then you can bloody well get lost. She hates giving up. She doesn't mind lying, but it infuriates her when she's the one being lied to. She's ambitious, and often expects too much of herself. After being around a person for a while, she can tell them just by the way they walk around or even by the way they close a door. Victoria being the exception, as she doesn't tend to make much noise anyway. Mia has always found the woman more than a little creepy, though she's warming up to her. She has a great love of music and she has everything from classical to electronic on her iPod, there's very few genres of music she doesn't actually like. One of the things about Mia is her ability to never appear out of her own depth. Even in situations she doesn't have much experience with, she always appears confident.
Mia is has a very petite figure, and she's very small in general she barely reaches five foot in height. Her hair was cut short as to not get in her way, its falls to just below her chin. Normally, she wears a pair of pilot-style sunglasses Thursday bought her for Christmas and an old brown leather jacket. She loves it because it's full of pockets and the old leather has a very distinctive texture, at the very least it means she can pick it up of a coat rail and know for certain that it's her's.
> Vivian Trevena <
Last known residence:
Huxley Cottage, Richmond Village, Aldrect
Technical info:
she|paragon|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Vivian was always a little bit of an odd child, a tomboy at heart. She was never more at home than when she was wandering around the countryside with her younger sister and the family dog. In some ways, she lived quite a charmed life, living in and helping to run a village post-office. As a child, she loved sci-fi and fantasy, and half the time she was either pretending to be a knight or trying to save the world from aliens. She was, however, always very clear on where the line between fantasy and reality was and by the age of eight had already debunked both the Toothfairy and the Easter Bunny. Unlike her sister, who continued to insist that the fairies were a very real threat up until her late teens.
With a love of fantasy novels and mediaeval legends, you'd be forgiven for assuming that Vivian is an introverted bookworm. That's far from the truth, during her teenage years, she rebelled ever so slightly and though that was just a passing phase... the dreadlocks weren't. Nor was the wish to learn how to ride a motorcycle... Or the love of tattoos for that matter. Vivian just loves a good story, and a good adventure and she's willing to go to lengths to get that. She enjoys being quirky, and prides herself on being different. Her idea of a good day is zipping around the countryside on her motorbike with a camera, a picnic and some friends in tow. She's not picky on which ones, Vivian is the sort to have many aquaintances and not many close-friends. Care-free and independent, Vivian hates getting bogged down in the details.
Vivian is as tough as nails and you'd have to pretty brave to cross her, because if it comes down to it, she can kick like a mule. She tends to be quite loud and opinioned and once you've got her started on a subject, it's pretty difficult to get her to shut up and can come across as fanatical. Especially when it comes down to politics. She's usually quite laid back, but she does have a very fiery temper. Pride is a major issue for Vivian and she hates to admit that she's gotten something wrong. She can also be pretty irresponsible and likes to live in the moment rather than thinking about what lies ahead. For this reason it's difficult to trust her with anything serious or important, because sooner or later it's not going to be on her list of priorities. She actually works for the National Trust, running a gift shop by a surprisingly intact 14th century ruin.
She's quite pretty, in an unusual way. Around five-foot six and of a wiry build, leaning towards being pear-shaped though she isn't really what you could class as 'curvy'. Vivian has her mousey-brown hair made up into shoulder-length dreadlocks that she normally ties up in a high pony tail. She loves experimenting with make-up, so don't be surprised if you see her wearing pink eye shadow and blue mascara or something just as strange. As for clothes, she loves her hobnail boots and leather jacket, these are usually paired with a pair of jeans and a brightly-coloured T-shirt.
Books both new and old reside on the two floors, along with a children's section filled with books on the second story. On the slanted ceiling of the upper story, movie posters are plastered. The upstairs room is extremely open, with only the bookshelves and a few beams separating the room. Though, there is another room to one side of this, behind a door marked staff only. It's a white washed room with a huge window and window seat on one side, and several attic windows that lay close to the floor. From these small windows, it seems like the entirety of Aldrect can be seen. Behind the counter rests the books Gabe spends hours to find. The rarities, the long forgotten first editions, those that are signed or those that are just particularly interesting. Aside from ladders and bookcases, there's not much furniture in the bookshop, save for two battered green Chesterfield sofas, which provides people with a little reading area. After all, there's no point in buying a book if you don't know if you're going to like it or not, right?
> Thursday Macloughlin <
“ So, you come here often? ”
Last known residence:
39b Arthur Terrace, Aldrect
Technical info:
he|paragon|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Easy going, sociable, generous, non-confrontational.
Thursday's parents were New Age hippies and as a result his upbringing was quite unusual. They tended to travel a lot and they dragged Thursday with them. 'Ask your father, dear, I'm cleansing my aura' was a phrase that Thursday heard more than once during his childhood. He was a little more sensible than both his mother and his father. Growing up with odd parents wasn't the easiest thing, as he was teased as a result. Especially after his mother offered to come into school to play her nose flute for the music lesson. One Christmas, Thursday was bought an old fashioned camera and his obsession with photography grew from that moment onwards. He first came across Victoria's New & Second Hand Books accidentally, while looking for a good present for his parents. Victoria took such a shine to him that he was offered a job that day and he's been working there ever since, making sure that Gabriel and Charlotte don't kill each other and making sure that bookstore (being a supernatural hotspot) doesn't become overrun with ghosts
A people person, Thursday loves to chat with everyone and anyone. He tends to casually flirt with anything human that walks into the shop, though he's really just messing around. One odd thing about him is that he just can't stand being completely alone. Even if he isn't talking to someone, it's nice to know that there's someone else there. He's also a rather generous person, often planning Christmas and birthday presents months and months ahead of when they're due. The young man is, however, terrible at mathmatics and all the figures for the store are left for Lottie. During his parents travels he's seen a good few walks of life, so it takes a lot to surprise him. He's not a judgmental person, and he tends to just go with things without asking too many questions. Thursday loves Christmas, and every year he decorates the shop head to toe ...Or rafters to floorboards, perhaps.
Thursday Maclouglin is possible one of the mellowest people in existence, he's almost never upset or angry. When his emotions do get the better of him, he isn't too great at coping with them. He usually resorts to "...He-! And then-!! And-!" Once something has upset Thursday it takes a lot to get him to cheer up again and he's notoriously slow to forgive. There's been many occasions where his non-judgmental nature has gotten him into trouble and in that case he usually relies on Gabe(his best friend) to get him out of it. Once he trusts someone he does so completely and will often rely on them a little bit too much. Oddly enough, when he is in a relationship, Thurs tends to fall in love rather quickly and most of his relationships have ended rather badly. He's great at soothing people, living or not, though he's not always certain of what to say in situations he has no experience of.
Thursday is a fairly pale fellow, with a smattering of freckles across his nose. His hair is a sandy colour, and no matter what he does with it, it always seems to curl somewhat. Oddly enough, he has got a little gap between his two front teeth, something even braces failed to fix. He's actually long-sighted and has to wear glasses to correct his vision, and is constantly loosing them. He's very tall, around six foot, with quite narrow shoulders and a gangly-look to his whole frame. Thursday's fashion sense is quite eclectic and usually not that fashionable, he currently has a fondness for woolly hats and blazer-jackets.
> Gabriel Halsey <
“ Macloughlin, stop flirting with the customers! ”
Last known residence:
12a Gerville Terrace, Aldrect
Technical info:
he|paragon|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Gruff, organized, stubborn, loyal, unsociable
Firstly, never call this man by his full name. Years of public school in a bad area is enough to turn anyone against the name 'Gabriel'. He was the third child of four, Gabe and his four siblings were raised solely by their mother(who had a love of unusual names). Both Salome and Joseph the elder siblings and twins made it into a good university with relative ease. As Mia had been born blind, for many years Gabe was the one that had the job of trying to look after her. It wasn't an easy one, Mia being twice as independent and stubborn as he was. After a bad falling out, and after Gabe got into some trouble involving some minor offences. He ended up being kicked out of the family home. It was then Gabe tried to sort out his life and it was there he then got a job unloading boxes of books at a bookstore. He became something of a bookworm after that. When the shop he had been closed, he was offered a job at Victoria's. It was then he met Lottie Trevena and the business of Victoria's New & Second Hand Books began.
For the most part, Gabe is stubborn and constantly annoyed. His original dislike of his co-workers (Gabriel dislikes everyone at first) has turned into respect and friendship, even if they annoy him to hell and back sometimes and now that their relationship is back to rights, Gabriel is also very protective of his sister Mia. He's rathergruff, most of the time and he absolutely refuses to talk about feelings and emotions. Unless he has no choice but let Thursday cry on his shoulder after a bad break up. He's very loyal towards his friends, and it's one of the several qualities he and Mia share. Gabriel is far more serious than Lottie and Thursday and he's usually the one that gets everyone to start working, in some ways he makes a good, level-headed leader, even with the sarcasm.
Funnily enough, likes to call his friends by their second names. Only Mia and Victoria manage to exscape from this, for whatever reason he's rather nervous around the ghost and is really rather polite to her. One of his favourite things to do is to sit at the old wooden counter of the shop and bark orders at his friends. Some people consider him to be bossy and incredibly stubborn, others find him decisive. He does judge people a little too quickly and he'll often underestimate people. Gabe prefers to rely on himself for most things and will refuse help unless he has no other choice. As a general rule, he is not a people person, much preffering his own company or that of a few close friends, and he absolutely hates meeting new people and can be very bitter towards them when he first speaks to them, it's gets even worse when he feels that he's out of his depth. The more worried or scared he gets, the more likely he is to snap at anyone who speaks to him. Despite not being good with people, he usually fronts the shop and is quite good with the customers, though he cannot, under any circumstances, cope with small children.
Like Thursday, he's rather tall and the two of them are about the same height. With coffee-coloured skin and dark eyes, he doesn't resemble Thurs in anything height. His hair is cut very short and he always seems to act like he doesn't care much about his appearance, which is probably true, since he's usually just sporting a navy T-shirt and a pair of worn jeans.
> Charlotte Trevena <
“ I'm telling you! Aliens exist! ”
Last known residence:
12b Gerville Terrace, Aldrect
Technical info:
she|paragon|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Bubbly, opinionated, optimistic, intelligent, inventive
Lottie is a bright, bubbly young woman who's got more opinions than you'd care to shake a stick at. Being brought up in Ireland, Miss. Charlotte Trevena had a fairly untroubled childhood despite the many riots that went on at the time. She lived in the countryside for , where her parents ran the local post office. As a child, she was extremely eccentric if she wasn't looking for fairies in the undergrowth she was up until midnight with her beloved telescope searching the skies for aliens. This much really hasn't changed, even if she did have to grow up a little once she went to college. Lottie and Gabriel came into work on the same day and until Thursday stepped in, the were constantly arguing. Since then, they've become rather close. Even now their opinions tend to differ, but it rarely ends badly.
Charlotte is something of a conspiracy theorist, entertaining crazy theories for several days before moving onto the next one. There are a few she really likes, and she can talk for ours about the mysteries surrounding the Holy Grail. In fact, Thursday makes sure to give her a new book about Grail conspiracies for Christmas and her birthday. As a general rule, Lottie is an exceptionally cheery and optimistic young woman and she bounces around the shop with the enthusiasm of an overgrown puppy. Funnily enough, she's a bit of a maths whiz and works out most of the taxes and stuff the store has to pay. Just don't ask her about geography. Lottie could get lost in her own sitting room. She tends to be rather brutally honest, giving direct opinions rather than skipping over touchy subjects. Luckily enough for her, she has more tact than Mia.
She has much contempt for anything she considers to be 'mainstream', and according to Lottie 'it's all a conspiracy'. Whatever you do, don't ask her about politics. Her opinions have opinions when it comes to most subject matters. She can get quite fanatical when it suits her, and Gabe has no qualms teasing her about how 'stupid' she sounds half the time and even though she's very close to Mia, the young woman can't help but point out some of the slightly dizzier aspects of her personality. There's no doubting her intelligence, despite having her moments. Another strange thing about Lottie is the fact that nearly everyone she dates is completely loopy. From mad artists, to tree-hugging nudists and conspiracy theoriests alike.
Compared to Mia, Lottie is very tall, around 5"7 in height, 5"8 when wearing those ridiculous bright turquoise Doc Martens of her's. The young woman loves colour and half of her wardrobe is filled with bright blues, teals oranges and yellows, her favourite colours. Her hair used to be mousey-brown, though it's been bright orange since she got bored and decided to dye it. In another fit of boredom, she actually got a tiny gold stud put in her nose. Her skin is rather pale, though like Thursday, she's rather freckled. A smattering across her cheekbones and forehead. Another thing about Lottie is that she's terrible for biting her nails, the minute she's faced with the paranormal (Which she always knew existed! Always!) her nails are down to the quick.
> Mia Halsey <
“ Doesn't it take practise to be that stupid? ”
Last known residence:
12a Gerville Terrace, Aldrect
Technical info:
she|diosol|human
Gloria/Hart|none
Personality words:
Brash, confident, loud, tenacious, fiery.
Mia is Gabe's little sister and she's four-foot eleven of appauling swearwords and fire crackers. Being the youngest out of all of the Halsey lot she was often treated as the 'baby' of the family, it didn't help that she was born completely blind. Even so, Mia always had quite a lot of freedom. Though, there was always someone looking out for her, that she found degrading. It's not surprising that during her teenage years she rebelled completely, and she wouldn't even let Gabriel near her anymore and they'd argue a lot. Eventually, Mia went off to college and spent a year in University. It was a couple of years later that she decided to see if Gabriel was still working at that book shop her mother had told her about.
She's very insensitive, and practically tactless, if you want someone to break bad news, Mia would be the worst person for the job. Mia can't stand it when people act overly emotional. She tends to show affection by insulting the people she likes, and is extremely loyal to her friends to a point where she won't even listen if something unpleasant is being said about them. Mia considers herself a good judge of character and she usually decides if she likes someone within minutes of meeting them. The young girl swears like a sailor, and she doesn't hesitate to shove people's weaknesses into their face and she'll expect you to do the same. Thursday and Gabe tease her about everything, and in return she will find something equally insulting to say about them. Thursday in particular will often find her the most ridiculous things to wear, if they weren't so close she'd probably be offended. Not that he'd ever let her go out the house when she's like that, as he's extremely protective of her, possibly even more so than Gabe is. Mia and Thursday are like chalk and cheese but they're unbelievably close.
She's a perfectionist, and often gets extremely frustrated at herself if her disability prevents her from doing something. The kind of person to push themselves until they get it right, she has a tenacious streak a mile long. Mia knows what she thinks and if you don't like it then you can bloody well get lost. She hates giving up. She doesn't mind lying, but it infuriates her when she's the one being lied to. She's ambitious, and often expects too much of herself. After being around a person for a while, she can tell them just by the way they walk around or even by the way they close a door. Victoria being the exception, as she doesn't tend to make much noise anyway. Mia has always found the woman more than a little creepy, though she's warming up to her. She has a great love of music and she has everything from classical to electronic on her iPod, there's very few genres of music she doesn't actually like. One of the things about Mia is her ability to never appear out of her own depth. Even in situations she doesn't have much experience with, she always appears confident.
Mia is has a very petite figure, and she's very small in general she barely reaches five foot in height. Her hair was cut short as to not get in her way, its falls to just below her chin. Normally, she wears a pair of pilot-style sunglasses Thursday bought her for Christmas and an old brown leather jacket. She loves it because it's full of pockets and the old leather has a very distinctive texture, at the very least it means she can pick it up of a coat rail and know for certain that it's her's.
> Vivian Trevena <
“ It's true; you only live once. ”
Last known residence:
Huxley Cottage, Richmond Village, Aldrect
Technical info:
she|paragon|human
custom|none
Personality words:
Vivian was always a little bit of an odd child, a tomboy at heart. She was never more at home than when she was wandering around the countryside with her younger sister and the family dog. In some ways, she lived quite a charmed life, living in and helping to run a village post-office. As a child, she loved sci-fi and fantasy, and half the time she was either pretending to be a knight or trying to save the world from aliens. She was, however, always very clear on where the line between fantasy and reality was and by the age of eight had already debunked both the Toothfairy and the Easter Bunny. Unlike her sister, who continued to insist that the fairies were a very real threat up until her late teens.
With a love of fantasy novels and mediaeval legends, you'd be forgiven for assuming that Vivian is an introverted bookworm. That's far from the truth, during her teenage years, she rebelled ever so slightly and though that was just a passing phase... the dreadlocks weren't. Nor was the wish to learn how to ride a motorcycle... Or the love of tattoos for that matter. Vivian just loves a good story, and a good adventure and she's willing to go to lengths to get that. She enjoys being quirky, and prides herself on being different. Her idea of a good day is zipping around the countryside on her motorbike with a camera, a picnic and some friends in tow. She's not picky on which ones, Vivian is the sort to have many aquaintances and not many close-friends. Care-free and independent, Vivian hates getting bogged down in the details.
Vivian is as tough as nails and you'd have to pretty brave to cross her, because if it comes down to it, she can kick like a mule. She tends to be quite loud and opinioned and once you've got her started on a subject, it's pretty difficult to get her to shut up and can come across as fanatical. Especially when it comes down to politics. She's usually quite laid back, but she does have a very fiery temper. Pride is a major issue for Vivian and she hates to admit that she's gotten something wrong. She can also be pretty irresponsible and likes to live in the moment rather than thinking about what lies ahead. For this reason it's difficult to trust her with anything serious or important, because sooner or later it's not going to be on her list of priorities. She actually works for the National Trust, running a gift shop by a surprisingly intact 14th century ruin.
She's quite pretty, in an unusual way. Around five-foot six and of a wiry build, leaning towards being pear-shaped though she isn't really what you could class as 'curvy'. Vivian has her mousey-brown hair made up into shoulder-length dreadlocks that she normally ties up in a high pony tail. She loves experimenting with make-up, so don't be surprised if you see her wearing pink eye shadow and blue mascara or something just as strange. As for clothes, she loves her hobnail boots and leather jacket, these are usually paired with a pair of jeans and a brightly-coloured T-shirt.
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The Time Traveller's Handbook
by Mousen » 01/11/2012 3:47 PM
There is nothing exceptional about the city in which the building stands. It's a street full of sandy-coloured Georgian town houses. Over the years, the grandeur has diminished slightly and several of the houses have been turned into businesses, there's a dentists on one side of the street and a aromatherapy clinic on the other. Then there's the head quarters of the Time Traveller's Association. It's not misnamed, that's what they do. And while one would expect for such a place to be a government secret or some such thing, it's most certainly not. It's not even a private club! The HQ is simply one of those curious buildings you have to know where to find... A small group of selective members have been running it since 1876, when a book was brought to the founder of the Association. The book? The Time Traveller's Handbook.
While one would expect this life to be glamorous and exiting, most of the time it's the complete opposite. It's said that the life of a Time Traveller is 99% form filling and researching. There's also various permits, the main two being the permit that allows one to travel back to the founding of the T.T.A and the second to be ables one to travel up to 1000 years into the past, give or take a few years.
> Linette Lacey <
Last known residence:
TTA Headquarters.
Technical info:
she|myu reaper|human
Personality words:
Organized, quirky, mischievous, calm
Linette Isabella Lacey (formerly Rodgers) is the underpaid and overworked secretary for the Time Traveller's Association. Her entire life has been lived around the walls of the airy Georgian street house the T.T.A calls it's base. Her grandfather was a time traveller during the thirties (or at least, it was the thirties when he signed up) and all the following generations of the Roger clan have been somewhat involved within the T.T.A. Linnette always knew that she didn't quite have the stomach for actually travelling through time, and she'd always preferred a good book as oppose to actually living the adventure. However, she chose to stay on with the association as a secretary and it's her job alone to make sure the various permits are in order and the forms filled out correctly.
Lin is generally a very relaxed creature, if slightly scatterbrained. The stacks and stacks of paper and permits around her desk seem to be in the most curious filing system ever invented. She always knows where everything is, and even if something has been moved. Though, to the untrained eye (I.E. everyone except Linette) it appears to simply be a mess of forms and bills. She seems to enjoy inventing new permits for the fun of it, much to the dismay of all of the members, and delights in making up the new forms needed. This, however, may be the influence of Badgerly one of the senior members of the association and a great friend of Lin's late father. A great deal of the time, however, the woman is found reading a romance novel or asleep at her desk. She loves a great story and always makes sure that she hears the latest adventures from all of the T.T.A. In fact, she's possibly one of he most knowledgeable people within the association. It wouldn't be wise to underestimate her.
A woman in her early forties (though she constantly claims to be twenty-one) it's quite clear that Linette was a very pretty woman in the days of her youth. She's become a little portly over the years, but it does suit her. She tends to wear lots of thin cashmere jumpers and long-sleeved t-shirts in the summer, usually with bootleg jeans and some large beaded necklace. In fact, there's nothing really exceptional about her appearance. Though, her just below chin length, black, extraordinarily curly hair does cause a lot of controversy. Some people swear she's started to dye it after she divorced her husband several years previously, which really just shows how thin on the ground good gossip is.
> Mona Rogers <
Last known residence:
TTA Headquarters
Technical info:
she|tent batti|human
Personality words:
Lazy, talkative, adventurous, forgetful.
Mona Rodgers is, as you may have guessed, Linette's daughter. She's distinctly different from her mother in the sense that she did decide to become a time traveller. Mona is adventurous, loud and always has too much to say. Like Linette she's never really surprised about anything and even from being little she's known of the T.T.A's existence. To her, anyone who doesn't know of it is odd! She takes after her father in some respects (the light-coloured hair for instance, her love of excitement for another) she does have her mother's steely-grey eyes.
Usually, Mona is found bouncing between the 1950's and the 70's, dressed to the nines in the silliest clothing she can find. If there's one thing she loves, it's dressing up. Like Linette, she also has a love of stories, which has really translated into a love of gossip. (Mona claims to be 'too busy' to read.) She loves hearing tales about what happened to to other people and is, for the most part content to laze around or at least try to convince one of the other members of the T.T.A to do her homework for her. Like her mother she can be very forgetful and often looses her glasses.
Once her mother retires, she plans to take over the job of being Secretary and is possibly the only person that may possibly be able to understand Linette's filing system and during the times where Lin can't make it to work Mona usually fills in with moderate success. Mona has the frame of a runner bean, she's tall and very leggy, but equally thin and wavy white-blonde hair falls to the middle of her back. She has a curiously small nose, and a large pair of tortoise-shell glasses as her eyesight is terrible.
> Isaiah 'Izzie' Rogers <
Last known residence:
Unknown.
Technical info:
he|golden batti|human|
Personality words:
Excitable, optimistic, oblivious, adventurous
A thin, energetic man in his mid-forties who sports a moustache straight from the 1800's. Izzie Rogers is the time travelling ex-husband of Linette. He and Lin didn't part on bad terms, per say, they both found that they were far too different to make things work any longer. The Rogers and the Laceys were always rather close and when Izzie and Linette decided to get married the two families couldn't be happier. As it is, Izzie's mother and father are spending the rest of the days in the south of France keeping Polish chickens as to get away from all the 'raucous malarkey' that goes on around the T.T.A.
Izzie himself despite getting on a little, still spends his days whizzing through all parts of time imaginable. He's one of the main members of the association and you'd be hard pushed to find anyone who knows history better than he. Unlike his daughter, Izzie travels through all eras of time and he's had his advanced permit for many years. Usually, these time travellers don't tend to stray into years before the creation of their little club, so if they get stuck or into any bother while on their so-called 'adventures' they can rely on previous members of the association. As it is, Izzie spends his days travelling through Mediaeval Europe, chatting with knights before hopping back to the early 1900's to have lunch with a few friends of his. He's adventurous to a fault and highly optimistic. If a little too optimistic, often Izzie tends to miss the obvious and walk right into trouble without even realising it and he's often oblivious as to how people are feeling. One of the many reasons his marriage to Linette didn't work out.
He's a rather tall, but very thin man, wiry even. His mop of hair is greying slightly now, but one can still see that it used to be a bright blond. His nose is rather crooked from where it's been broken several times. Despite what stories he tells (accident while jousting against King Arthur, argument with Napoleon, etc.) he actually broke it the first time by running into a lamppost. Granted, it was 1915, but even so. He's a terrible liar really, either his stories are just too fantastic to believe, or the lie is written right across his face, especially in his warm brown eyes. Izzie really isn't much of a fighter either, in fact, he's mildly asthmatic! It's cats that set him off, luckily he's never been able to stand them.
While one would expect this life to be glamorous and exiting, most of the time it's the complete opposite. It's said that the life of a Time Traveller is 99% form filling and researching. There's also various permits, the main two being the permit that allows one to travel back to the founding of the T.T.A and the second to be ables one to travel up to 1000 years into the past, give or take a few years.
> Linette Lacey <
“ That is assuming your potato permit is in order. ”
Last known residence:
TTA Headquarters.
Technical info:
she|myu reaper|human
Personality words:
Organized, quirky, mischievous, calm
Linette Isabella Lacey (formerly Rodgers) is the underpaid and overworked secretary for the Time Traveller's Association. Her entire life has been lived around the walls of the airy Georgian street house the T.T.A calls it's base. Her grandfather was a time traveller during the thirties (or at least, it was the thirties when he signed up) and all the following generations of the Roger clan have been somewhat involved within the T.T.A. Linnette always knew that she didn't quite have the stomach for actually travelling through time, and she'd always preferred a good book as oppose to actually living the adventure. However, she chose to stay on with the association as a secretary and it's her job alone to make sure the various permits are in order and the forms filled out correctly.
Lin is generally a very relaxed creature, if slightly scatterbrained. The stacks and stacks of paper and permits around her desk seem to be in the most curious filing system ever invented. She always knows where everything is, and even if something has been moved. Though, to the untrained eye (I.E. everyone except Linette) it appears to simply be a mess of forms and bills. She seems to enjoy inventing new permits for the fun of it, much to the dismay of all of the members, and delights in making up the new forms needed. This, however, may be the influence of Badgerly one of the senior members of the association and a great friend of Lin's late father. A great deal of the time, however, the woman is found reading a romance novel or asleep at her desk. She loves a great story and always makes sure that she hears the latest adventures from all of the T.T.A. In fact, she's possibly one of he most knowledgeable people within the association. It wouldn't be wise to underestimate her.
A woman in her early forties (though she constantly claims to be twenty-one) it's quite clear that Linette was a very pretty woman in the days of her youth. She's become a little portly over the years, but it does suit her. She tends to wear lots of thin cashmere jumpers and long-sleeved t-shirts in the summer, usually with bootleg jeans and some large beaded necklace. In fact, there's nothing really exceptional about her appearance. Though, her just below chin length, black, extraordinarily curly hair does cause a lot of controversy. Some people swear she's started to dye it after she divorced her husband several years previously, which really just shows how thin on the ground good gossip is.
> Mona Rogers <
“ 1960, here I come! ”
Last known residence:
TTA Headquarters
Technical info:
she|tent batti|human
Personality words:
Lazy, talkative, adventurous, forgetful.
Mona Rodgers is, as you may have guessed, Linette's daughter. She's distinctly different from her mother in the sense that she did decide to become a time traveller. Mona is adventurous, loud and always has too much to say. Like Linette she's never really surprised about anything and even from being little she's known of the T.T.A's existence. To her, anyone who doesn't know of it is odd! She takes after her father in some respects (the light-coloured hair for instance, her love of excitement for another) she does have her mother's steely-grey eyes.
Usually, Mona is found bouncing between the 1950's and the 70's, dressed to the nines in the silliest clothing she can find. If there's one thing she loves, it's dressing up. Like Linette, she also has a love of stories, which has really translated into a love of gossip. (Mona claims to be 'too busy' to read.) She loves hearing tales about what happened to to other people and is, for the most part content to laze around or at least try to convince one of the other members of the T.T.A to do her homework for her. Like her mother she can be very forgetful and often looses her glasses.
Once her mother retires, she plans to take over the job of being Secretary and is possibly the only person that may possibly be able to understand Linette's filing system and during the times where Lin can't make it to work Mona usually fills in with moderate success. Mona has the frame of a runner bean, she's tall and very leggy, but equally thin and wavy white-blonde hair falls to the middle of her back. She has a curiously small nose, and a large pair of tortoise-shell glasses as her eyesight is terrible.
> Isaiah 'Izzie' Rogers <
“ I once jousted against King Arthur! ”
Last known residence:
Unknown.
Technical info:
he|golden batti|human|
Personality words:
Excitable, optimistic, oblivious, adventurous
A thin, energetic man in his mid-forties who sports a moustache straight from the 1800's. Izzie Rogers is the time travelling ex-husband of Linette. He and Lin didn't part on bad terms, per say, they both found that they were far too different to make things work any longer. The Rogers and the Laceys were always rather close and when Izzie and Linette decided to get married the two families couldn't be happier. As it is, Izzie's mother and father are spending the rest of the days in the south of France keeping Polish chickens as to get away from all the 'raucous malarkey' that goes on around the T.T.A.
Izzie himself despite getting on a little, still spends his days whizzing through all parts of time imaginable. He's one of the main members of the association and you'd be hard pushed to find anyone who knows history better than he. Unlike his daughter, Izzie travels through all eras of time and he's had his advanced permit for many years. Usually, these time travellers don't tend to stray into years before the creation of their little club, so if they get stuck or into any bother while on their so-called 'adventures' they can rely on previous members of the association. As it is, Izzie spends his days travelling through Mediaeval Europe, chatting with knights before hopping back to the early 1900's to have lunch with a few friends of his. He's adventurous to a fault and highly optimistic. If a little too optimistic, often Izzie tends to miss the obvious and walk right into trouble without even realising it and he's often oblivious as to how people are feeling. One of the many reasons his marriage to Linette didn't work out.
He's a rather tall, but very thin man, wiry even. His mop of hair is greying slightly now, but one can still see that it used to be a bright blond. His nose is rather crooked from where it's been broken several times. Despite what stories he tells (accident while jousting against King Arthur, argument with Napoleon, etc.) he actually broke it the first time by running into a lamppost. Granted, it was 1915, but even so. He's a terrible liar really, either his stories are just too fantastic to believe, or the lie is written right across his face, especially in his warm brown eyes. Izzie really isn't much of a fighter either, in fact, he's mildly asthmatic! It's cats that set him off, luckily he's never been able to stand them.
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by Mousen » 01/11/2012 3:48 PM
> Nonna Achenberg <
Last known residence:
Lichwake Manor, Lamenolai
Technical info:
she|lucain|human
Jenny/Sek|none
Personality words:
Mysterious, secretive, aloof, protective.
The Achenbergs were brought up in a large, but plain Edwardian house. They had various nannies and teachers over the years and the three siblings spent most of their time playing in the grounds that surrounded the property. Their mother and father, Ivonne and Marceli Achenberg were often out of the country. Even now, the siblings feel as though they don't really know their parents. Nonna became the mother figure and was often found consoling the various members of staff after another strange occurrence. She was unlike her siblings in looks, taking after her father. Like Sonya, Nonna developed the habit of wandering away from the family home. Her feet always took her back to the same spot, the small village church. It is between the crumbling headstones, she must have come across Silas. He's, in short, a sort of monster. The two became intrinsically linked, the tall, dark haired girl and her pet monster. He was kept a secret from everyone but her siblings. Silas has the uncanny ability to fit in to spots much, much smaller than he. For many years, he was kept in various wardrobes and eventually in an olive, floral-patterned carpet bag.
Nonna was the last to leave the family home, and was not only in the habit of finding strays, but dabbling in her creation. To this day, no one really knows how she found Silas in the first place. Never mind the other monsters. Eventually, her parents returned and put a stop to whatever it was that she was doing. It was then, though a contact of her brother's she managed to find work at an extremely reclusive stately home. Made up of three parts, the Tudor wing, which is the biggest but mostly unused save for storage, the Georgian wing, which is much smaller and where the family she works for spends their time, and finally the half-ruins little mediaeval watch tower, which is the only thing that remains of the original building. Nonna chose to reside in the Tudor part of the Lichwake Estate, and because it's rare for anyone to head up there, Silas is given near free reign over the whole wing.
Working as a Nannie for the family's two children is practically second nature to Nonna, as she's always been the motherly type. At least in a way, she's caring towards people and for the most part, non-judgemental. Though while she's perfectly content looking after a stray golem or small child, her attitude towards your everyday business man can be less than pleasant. Nonna is rarely obviously rude to someone, but her sharp remarks often sound rather facetious. She is aloof when it suits her, and equally illusive. Here is a young woman with some intelligence. Often, though, her decisions are ruled by her heart rather than her head and her reasoning when faced with tough deacons can be flawed. Nonna is the person that keeps the Achenbergs together and the two siblings might call her a busybody, since she's always eager to know what's going on in their lives. Despite this, she is easily the most mysterious of the three and it is almost impossible to know what she's thinking. Seemingly rather introverted, she prefers to keep her thoughts and her plans to herself and act on them without anyone's knowledge. No one is sure quite how far she'd go to protect Silas and the other people she cares about.
Nonna is certainly a striking figure, definitely over six foot in the low-heeled court shoes that she usually wears. Her wardrobe is filled with tailored clothes that suit her height, pencil skirts, jeans and some blouses. A long with a violet-grey shawl that she sometimes wears to keep out the cold. Her ebony hair is cut in to a very distinctive bob that falls to just beneath her chin. There is something rather... boyish about her frame. A little broad shouldered with small hips. Like all her siblings she has inherited the infamous Achenberg nose, slightly curved and decidedly hawk-like. Nonna is... handsome rather than pretty. Her eyes have a cold, steely-grey look to them and her make up is plain save for a small touch of red lipstick, which suits the 28 year old well.
> Silas <
Last known residence:
Lichwake Manor, Lamenolai
Technical info:
he|malphas|monster
Personality words:
Polite, well read, naive, secretive.
When stood up on two feet, he stands about as tall as a human being. His body is thin, ribs jutting out horribly, made up of clumps of grey black feathers and cracking, leathery skin. His legs are a mismatched set of what almost look like bird's feet, but much larger and a slightly more feline set of legs on the front, but they end in bone thin, human-esk hands. His is charcoal hands and long nails curved like an animal's. He has no tail save for several filthy long feathers. Silas has a long beak, much like a crow's save for being white. His beak, and part of his face looks almost translucent, and if you were to look carefully you'd see the black tongue beneath. The creature appears not to have any eyes, just a blank sockets. Nor does he have any visible ears, save for two tiny holes in his skull.
Contrary to his appearance, Silas is well mannered and a soft-spoken creature. He rather enjoys literature and reading and tends to squirrel books away, much to Nonna's annoyance. He tends to spout little facts about the things he's read, and Luka often jokes that Silas be would be able to talk someone to death. The slightly more rational side to Nonna, he's often the one who stops her from doing the things she'd regret. In some aspects he's a little naive, and is often a little bit worried about saying the right things to people. Despite a slight hissing sound when he talks, if you hadn't yet seen him, you'd be forgiven for thinking he was human. Equally, Silas has been something of a protector to Nonna over the years, and despite being harmless most of the time... He isn't harmless all of the time.
Like Nonna he can be rather mysterious, managing to subtly avoid giving direct answers to some questions, odd considering how he's usually the first to say that social interaction isn't his strong point. He's clearly better than he thinks. Almost like an octopus or something, Silas has the ability to fit in to some of the smallest spaces, like the inside of a carpet bag, for instance.
> Luka Achenberg <
Last known residence:
3 Branwhaite Court, Lamenolai
Technical info:
he|lucain|human
Jenny/Sek|none
Personality words:
Mysterious, subtle, skittish.
Luka Achenberg is the middle child of the Achenbergs and possibly the most normal of the group. He found no familiars nor monsters during his childhood, though he did end up getting dragged along whenever strange things happened to the siblings. He wasn't expelled from the school, nor thrown from the family home, instead he became a journalist and owns a small apartment in the city. That, however, doesn't seem to stop the craziest things happening from him and Luka is far from uninteresting. In fact, some might consider him the most interesting out of the three. He lives above a taxidermist's, and with his upbringing, it's not surprising that he wasn't put off by the slightly macabre goings on downstairs. He's struck up an odd friendship with his next-door neighbour, Orlantha Parr, the daughter of the owners of the health food store, which is also next door.
He's quite an enigmatic fellow, though only because he makes sure he's viewed so. He seems to dislike speaking about himself, and most people that know him rarely know more than his name. There's more than one person who'd quite like to learn more about him, if only to try and find a nice scandal. Luka is quite the romantic, but most of his relationships tend to fall apart because he loses interest in the girl, or because they start to feel like they never really know him. He keeps his emotions very closely guarded and it would be easy to assume he's always rather cool and distant. Luka travels in many social circles, well, he's accepted on the edges of many. It's rare to see him actually socialise. He's that one, perfectly well-dressed face in the crowd that you never really pay attention to.
His mask isn't unbreakable, however. There are moments where he appears exceptionally human, especially on mornings. Like Sonya, he was always more of an evening person. When pressed for answers to something, or threatened in general Luka can become very awkward and it's clear to anyone that he's a bit of a coward when it actually comes to fighting. A complete coward, actually. He's very good at throwing out snappy remarks, but can falter during an actual argument. Hence why he tries to never get involved in one. He's rather observant, more so than both of his siblings, though has a tendency to panic when things get serious. Luka is an exceptionally eloquent young man, and one that prefers to stay on the fringe of society. He knows people and he usually knows what they're thinking. His knowledge of society is one of his greatest assets. Luka seems to have contacts in the strangest places, and despite having a very healthy sense of self preservation, it's rare anything... unusual rattles or surprises him. Being an Achenberg, the latter is hardly surprising.
The Achenberg nose which looks so out of place on his sister's feminine faces rather suits him, he looks rather striking. Especially when coupled with his steely grey eyes and ashy hair. Both he and Sonya look very much alike, in fact, you might even mistake them for twins. Especially considering how different Nonna looks to the pair of them, with her height and dark hair. He's a good few inches shorter than Nonna, being five foot eight, or five foot nine at most. He's normally seen in a smart-casual suit or a turtle neck jumper of some sort. There's nothing particularly exceptional about his appearance, aside from the fact he's arguably the best looking out of all of the siblings.
> Sonya Achenberg <
Last known residence:
Odd's End Cottage, Roraldi Forests
Technical info:
she|lucain|human
Jenny/Sek|none
Personality words:
Loud, unorganised, brave, lazy.
The youngest of the Achenbergs, in some ways, Sonya proved to be the most wayward. She was certainly the least academic, and even though all of the children spent a great deal time in the gardens that surrounded their house, it was clear that Sonya was the one who spent the most time there. Once her tutors had finished with the three of them for the day, Sonya would race out in to the garden, taking a few sandwiches from the kitchen with her and not return until long after tea time, much to the annoyance of her nannies. Especially since she'd normally return covered in mud and dead leaves. It was on one of these adventures, she came across a small country witch and her curiosity got the better of her. The woman was old, but friendly enough and it was from her that she learnt everything. Most people would dismiss the old woman as a deluded eccentric in an instant and three days later they'd be rubbing a nasty bruise, still non the wiser. It was little bits of magic, potions and poultices. It's a... subtle craft. Things are rarely instant, nor very noticeable to the untrained eye. A small, dying art that people so easily dismiss in the modern world.
It was standard that the Achenbergs (a monied family by anyone's standards) were shipped off to boarding school when they turned eleven. Sonya was no exception and it was during a school trip to see a museum in the heart of some city that she found her familiar. A scraggly-looking Old English Sheepdog puppy, wandering about on the streets. Having the sense not to make a scene, Sonya quietly slipped from her group, picked up the puppy and went to wait back on the bus. Some time later when Linchpin (the dog) was actually discovered, Sonya caused such a fuss that she was immediately expelled.
Sonya now lives in a small cottage on the edge of a forest, in your typical witches cottage. A slightly round-looking white-washed building complete with thatched roof. The garden is small, but practical and full of vegetables and herbs. She'll help anyone that comes to her, provided she's in the right mood, though more often than not she's flattered at someone coming to her for guidance. (Poor crop of turnips, baldness, chicken pox, she'll do her best to help. So long as you're not terribly contagious.) She's loud and doesn't carry the air of mystery that both of her older siblings have. Quite frankly, she just can't stand for that sort of nonsense. She's unorganised, lazy, and usually downright rude. Her blunt streak has gotten her in to trouble in the past and no doubt it will again. There's no doubt that, despite the occasional blind spot her heart is in the right place, and at times, she can be surprisingly fearless. Sonya is the kind of person that dislikes getting up before ten in the morning, but Linchpin usually has other plans.
Her familiar is an intelligent beast (as they often are), and seems to enjoy tripping his mistress up as much as possible, or knocking her over. The canine will then sit on her and refuse to move, thinking that it's the best game in the world. Otherwise, he's the furry rug in front of the hearth or the weight at the end of her bed.
Like her brother, she has relatively fair hair, it being an ashy blonde, it's always tied up in a very messy plat that falls right down to her waist. Like all of the siblings, her eyes are grey. Her lips are rather pale, as are her eyebrows and eyelashes, it gives her a somewhat ghostly appearance, though once she actually opens her mouth, she's anything but ghostly. Her frame is small, petite, and she's much shorter than Nonna, being around five foot five in height. Her rather hawk-like nose is an odd feature, to say the least. Usually, Sonya's attire consists of a pale grey just-above knee length old fashioned night gown and bare feet, or if she's having to go out somewhere, a pair of old hobnail boots, some jeans, and a plain short-sleeved T-shirt.
> Golyat <
Last known residence:
Flat 4F Marigold Grange Apartments, Medicai
Technical info:
he|palid rollaby|chalk golem
Personality words:
Reclusive, hardy, practical, grumpy
There are many types of Golem, and truth be told, Golyat isn't really any of them. He's some sort of mix between... Well, between god knows what. Part zombie, perhaps? Part ghoul or spirit? Perhaps he was created partly by alchemy or radiation... Or something. All he really knows is that that he's not your usual clay-based creature... For starters, he doesn't really 'dry' out, per say. Though he does have a rather odd skin condition that almost makes him look like some type of reptile that's shedding it's skin. On first glance, you might say that he looks like he's falling apart! Golyat (or Gil, for short) doesn't remember much about his origins, save for a few hazy half-memories. He was taken in by Nonna Achenberg briefly, while she made sure he wasn't actually going to all apart. After that, he headed towards the nearest city and he's been staying there ever since.
He dislikes daylight, and bright sunlight especially. It makes his skin condition much worse. Golyatis very independent. Disliking any social interaction, he's too proud to even go for help until a situation gets serious. When approached, Golyat is deadpan, skeptical of everything, and on occasions, downright rude. Once in a blue moon, he will open up to somebody. Afterwards, he'll sometimes follow them about, like a very lost, very ugly puppy dog. Well, if puppy dogs sneak around in the shadows and generally act like guardian demons. Usually, he can be found sat on the wall outside the rotting little place he calls an apartment, smoking a cigarette. Unless it's day time in which case he'll be hidden away somewhere, bored out of his skull.
Golyat is secretive, and intelligent without being book-smart. He's hopeless when it comes to the culture of the day, but that doesn't stop him knowing odd pieces of information here and there. If Gil is one thing, he's adaptable. Living within the rough part of Medica he does, he has to be. Golyat is no stranger to pain either, having broke most of his bones at least once. Curiously, they seem to knit back together with incredible speed...
The young man (or at least, that's how he appears) is rather frail looking. Of average height, pale and rather skinny. One couldn't say he was nice looking however, not with his skin the way it is. He dresses simply, usually going for anything with a hood to cover over his face and curiously red-ish coloured eyes. On a whim, he decided to shave of part of the hair on one side of his head. At least, Golyat claims it was a whim. In reality, he caught the sun on that side of his head and his hair started dropping out. He was starting to look like a half-dead lab rat. Weirdly, the golem-type creature doesn't seem to bleed much, either.
> Nick Munnelly <
Last known residence:
Unknown.
Technical info:
she|lucain|human
Horatio/Sigrid|none
Personality words:
Capable, violent, stubborn, proud.
Nick Munelly was brought up at Lichwake house, living in the gardener's cottage with her cousin Jim and his parents. She was the fourth child of, well, many. Nick isn't quite sure how many brothers or sisters she ended up with since she never bothered to get in touch and the Mousleys weren't particularly close to the Munnellys. She teased constantly Jim throughout his childhood, while he was quite happy to have a simple life, learning how to garden and taking after his father in looking after the grounds, Nick had big plans. She was the kind that was never out of trouble and she usually dragged her younger cousin with her.
Eventually, she got bored and moved out, living mostly by her wits. Sleeping in doorways and hostels and occasionally the doorways of hostels. Sometimes she'd get into trouble for stealing, or fighting and general bad behaviour. This was until she ran into Golyat, normally when you break someone's hand they don't sigh and say 'Not again.' They became sort-of friends and he eventually introduced her to Cecelia, who writes horrorscopes for a living and seems to know everyone who's remotely interested in the occult. They date intermittently, both wanting to be more serious neither one wanting to be the one to bring it up first.
Nick someone who likes to break rules, she does what she thinks is right and it doesn't matter one iota what anyone else plans to do. It can take a lot for her to put this frame of mind aside, mainly because she's usually working on the principle that everyone is stupid, rude, ignorant and wrong until proved otherwise, you could say that she's something of a cynic. She's someone who has a lot of pride, and she dislikes accepting favours or any sort of help unless it's from Cecelia. Nick can keep a grudge for years and never, ever forgets a face. She hates waiting and when people refuse to take action. Sometimes things are better if you take your time and analyse, but sometimes you spend all your time analysing and never actually do anything.
If you've got a fight on your hands, there's very few people better to have than Nick. While not exactly a trained fighter, she can hold her ground extremely well and you'd be surprised at how little pressure affects her. Nick seems to have been built to deal with stressful situations. Even if she does spend an awful lot of time swearing and smoking the minute trouble rears it's head. (Nick being one of those people that's 'always quitting'.) You can say a lot about Nick, but at least she's usually fair. You respect her and she respects you. Mostly, anyway. She's a simple person and hates making things overcomplicated. Funnily enough, Nick has a soft spot for pigeons and will often take out some bred to feed the mangy class of birds that you find in cities. She's a city person, through and though and hates going into the countryside. It makes her feel... exposed.
At around 5" 10', she's also exceptionally tall, her usual style of clothing is basically some mid-calf jeans, a pair of trainers and a hoodie. Unlike most people, it kind of suits her. In winter, she's seen in ill-fitting jeans and an aviator-style jacket. Eli's general stature seems to be made up of mostly wiry muscles with small hips, broad shoulders and not many curves. Despite this, she does look rather feminine with her olive-skin, brown eyes and dyed deep red hair.
> Rosha Shona <
Last known residence:
Unknown.
Technical info:
she|paragon|human
Chiya/Jasmine|none
Personality words:
Romantic, fiery, restless, manipulative.
Rosha was brought up in a Jewish household, though she quickly decided that the religion wasn't for her, which her parents were perfectly accepting of. A childhood accident when she was two left Rosha paralysed from the waist down, and she's permanently confined to a wheelchair. She hasn't let this get in her way, though. When she left school, she went into journalism and eventually ended up at the paper where Luka was then working. She was intrigued by him, and one if the only people to manage to get under his skin, she got into contact with his siblings and since then has become an honorary member of the Achenberg 'family', even after she and Luka split up. She tends to hang around with Golyat, Eli, Cecelia, and Simone. Originally, Simone was an old family friend and the two of them are like sisters, even if they don't really see eye to eye on much.
Occasional girlfriend of Golyat, and long-time ex of both Luka and Eli, Rosha is a girl who won't take no for an answer and will do just about anything to get what she wants. Brave, passionate, ferocious, and as tenacious as anything, people who try to come up against this young woman will have a surprisingly hard time. Not only is she tenacious, she's fickle and manipulative too. She knows people, and she knows how to get what she wants from them. She's the sort of person who throws herself completely into whatever she's doing at the time and even though she tries to stop herself from doing so, she'll often romanticise things. Who knows what she doesn't get up to when she isn't scheming, plotting or thinking up designs for new tattoos?
She's one of the few can really get through to Golyat. She hates being left behind, but knows that often she can be a hindrance rather than a help. Though unlike Eli, Rosha can be exceedingly patient. She knows how to bide her time correctly. Rosha is something of a lost soul, in all honesty, she doesn't know what she wants to do with her life and she feels that many of the avenues she would have pursued, have since been made inaccessible. She's a rebel without a cause, and it may be that she's willing to stir up any amount of trouble to find it. She wants to see the world and she wants to have fun, though equally, love is something that's very important to her, even if she doesn't really believe in the concept of finding someone who ends up being 'the one'.
Her appearance is of a slightly frail-looking woman in her mid twenties. She has two full sleeves of tattoos, along with several on her legs and ankles. Her hair is black, just past shoulder-length and slightly wavy. There's a slight olive undertone to her skin. Rosha likes simple clothes, especially if they show of her tattoos, on the other hand her make-up tends to be quite extravagant, her eyes are an unusual shade of blue, and Rosha takes every opportunity to accentuate them. Her curves are minimal, and she has quite narrow shoulders, her overall build is very petite, and although she can't stand, Rosha's actually much taller than she looks, being around five foot eight. She has a heart-shaped face, and small pixie-like features.
> Simone <
Last known residence:
Gardener's Cottage, Lichwake Mannor, Lamenolai
Technical info:
she|paragon|gorgon
Chiya/Jasmine|none
Personality words:
Timid, happy, elegant, introverted.
Simone is a Gorgon, a creature of myth and legend and she can indeed turn people into stone, though it's a defence mechanism she rarely uses. She was born in Warsaw, and lived most of her life in a large cellar beneath a town house there until Rosha's family agreed to help her. After that, she stayed with Nonna for a time.
Simone is an optimistic soul and likes to see the better part of humanity, she's also very elegant preferring the finer things in life. Because of her species, she rarely opens her eyes so often feigns blindness as an excuse. Of course, it's very difficult for her to go out in public, but she can sometimes get away with it if she wears a mask and head scarf, it simply looks like she'd heading off to a fancy dress party of some description. She refuses to get upset about her situation, however awkward it is. Gorgons have excellent hearing, and surprisingly, their eyesight isn't actually that good, so she survives well without it. She has a soft spot for J.H., much to everyone else's surprise..
She's a quiet and reserved woman, well-spoken when she does speak, which is only very occasionally. She gives off a mysterious air, though, that's nothing unusual in her group of friends. Because Simone has lead a quite sheltered life, she doesn't always know a lot about the outside world, but she's an exceptionally fast learner and one of the delights that she's discovered is music, she doesn't have a favourite genre or style, she just loves music.
Simone's appearance is very strange, she appears to be a woman of around forty with a dark olive-toned skin. Her build is rather willowy, and she's around five foot six in height. Though... there are some rather distinct differences between Gorgons and humans. Namely, the fact that Simone has six eyes, each with two sets of eyelids. The first eyelid is a silvery colour and closes horizontally over the eye, she rarely opens this eyelid. The second eyelid is much like the regular human eyelid. Her hair, like Medusa's, is made up of snakes. They're a tealish-green colour and while they do move semi-independently, Simone does have control over them.
“ I knew a monster once... ”
Last known residence:
Lichwake Manor, Lamenolai
Technical info:
she|lucain|human
Jenny/Sek|none
Personality words:
Mysterious, secretive, aloof, protective.
The Achenbergs were brought up in a large, but plain Edwardian house. They had various nannies and teachers over the years and the three siblings spent most of their time playing in the grounds that surrounded the property. Their mother and father, Ivonne and Marceli Achenberg were often out of the country. Even now, the siblings feel as though they don't really know their parents. Nonna became the mother figure and was often found consoling the various members of staff after another strange occurrence. She was unlike her siblings in looks, taking after her father. Like Sonya, Nonna developed the habit of wandering away from the family home. Her feet always took her back to the same spot, the small village church. It is between the crumbling headstones, she must have come across Silas. He's, in short, a sort of monster. The two became intrinsically linked, the tall, dark haired girl and her pet monster. He was kept a secret from everyone but her siblings. Silas has the uncanny ability to fit in to spots much, much smaller than he. For many years, he was kept in various wardrobes and eventually in an olive, floral-patterned carpet bag.
Nonna was the last to leave the family home, and was not only in the habit of finding strays, but dabbling in her creation. To this day, no one really knows how she found Silas in the first place. Never mind the other monsters. Eventually, her parents returned and put a stop to whatever it was that she was doing. It was then, though a contact of her brother's she managed to find work at an extremely reclusive stately home. Made up of three parts, the Tudor wing, which is the biggest but mostly unused save for storage, the Georgian wing, which is much smaller and where the family she works for spends their time, and finally the half-ruins little mediaeval watch tower, which is the only thing that remains of the original building. Nonna chose to reside in the Tudor part of the Lichwake Estate, and because it's rare for anyone to head up there, Silas is given near free reign over the whole wing.
Working as a Nannie for the family's two children is practically second nature to Nonna, as she's always been the motherly type. At least in a way, she's caring towards people and for the most part, non-judgemental. Though while she's perfectly content looking after a stray golem or small child, her attitude towards your everyday business man can be less than pleasant. Nonna is rarely obviously rude to someone, but her sharp remarks often sound rather facetious. She is aloof when it suits her, and equally illusive. Here is a young woman with some intelligence. Often, though, her decisions are ruled by her heart rather than her head and her reasoning when faced with tough deacons can be flawed. Nonna is the person that keeps the Achenbergs together and the two siblings might call her a busybody, since she's always eager to know what's going on in their lives. Despite this, she is easily the most mysterious of the three and it is almost impossible to know what she's thinking. Seemingly rather introverted, she prefers to keep her thoughts and her plans to herself and act on them without anyone's knowledge. No one is sure quite how far she'd go to protect Silas and the other people she cares about.
Nonna is certainly a striking figure, definitely over six foot in the low-heeled court shoes that she usually wears. Her wardrobe is filled with tailored clothes that suit her height, pencil skirts, jeans and some blouses. A long with a violet-grey shawl that she sometimes wears to keep out the cold. Her ebony hair is cut in to a very distinctive bob that falls to just beneath her chin. There is something rather... boyish about her frame. A little broad shouldered with small hips. Like all her siblings she has inherited the infamous Achenberg nose, slightly curved and decidedly hawk-like. Nonna is... handsome rather than pretty. Her eyes have a cold, steely-grey look to them and her make up is plain save for a small touch of red lipstick, which suits the 28 year old well.
> Silas <
“ Did you know daffodil bulbs are poisonous? ”
Last known residence:
Lichwake Manor, Lamenolai
Technical info:
he|malphas|monster
Personality words:
Polite, well read, naive, secretive.
When stood up on two feet, he stands about as tall as a human being. His body is thin, ribs jutting out horribly, made up of clumps of grey black feathers and cracking, leathery skin. His legs are a mismatched set of what almost look like bird's feet, but much larger and a slightly more feline set of legs on the front, but they end in bone thin, human-esk hands. His is charcoal hands and long nails curved like an animal's. He has no tail save for several filthy long feathers. Silas has a long beak, much like a crow's save for being white. His beak, and part of his face looks almost translucent, and if you were to look carefully you'd see the black tongue beneath. The creature appears not to have any eyes, just a blank sockets. Nor does he have any visible ears, save for two tiny holes in his skull.
Contrary to his appearance, Silas is well mannered and a soft-spoken creature. He rather enjoys literature and reading and tends to squirrel books away, much to Nonna's annoyance. He tends to spout little facts about the things he's read, and Luka often jokes that Silas be would be able to talk someone to death. The slightly more rational side to Nonna, he's often the one who stops her from doing the things she'd regret. In some aspects he's a little naive, and is often a little bit worried about saying the right things to people. Despite a slight hissing sound when he talks, if you hadn't yet seen him, you'd be forgiven for thinking he was human. Equally, Silas has been something of a protector to Nonna over the years, and despite being harmless most of the time... He isn't harmless all of the time.
Like Nonna he can be rather mysterious, managing to subtly avoid giving direct answers to some questions, odd considering how he's usually the first to say that social interaction isn't his strong point. He's clearly better than he thinks. Almost like an octopus or something, Silas has the ability to fit in to some of the smallest spaces, like the inside of a carpet bag, for instance.
> Luka Achenberg <
“ Illusive? Me? ”
Last known residence:
3 Branwhaite Court, Lamenolai
Technical info:
he|lucain|human
Jenny/Sek|none
Personality words:
Mysterious, subtle, skittish.
Luka Achenberg is the middle child of the Achenbergs and possibly the most normal of the group. He found no familiars nor monsters during his childhood, though he did end up getting dragged along whenever strange things happened to the siblings. He wasn't expelled from the school, nor thrown from the family home, instead he became a journalist and owns a small apartment in the city. That, however, doesn't seem to stop the craziest things happening from him and Luka is far from uninteresting. In fact, some might consider him the most interesting out of the three. He lives above a taxidermist's, and with his upbringing, it's not surprising that he wasn't put off by the slightly macabre goings on downstairs. He's struck up an odd friendship with his next-door neighbour, Orlantha Parr, the daughter of the owners of the health food store, which is also next door.
He's quite an enigmatic fellow, though only because he makes sure he's viewed so. He seems to dislike speaking about himself, and most people that know him rarely know more than his name. There's more than one person who'd quite like to learn more about him, if only to try and find a nice scandal. Luka is quite the romantic, but most of his relationships tend to fall apart because he loses interest in the girl, or because they start to feel like they never really know him. He keeps his emotions very closely guarded and it would be easy to assume he's always rather cool and distant. Luka travels in many social circles, well, he's accepted on the edges of many. It's rare to see him actually socialise. He's that one, perfectly well-dressed face in the crowd that you never really pay attention to.
His mask isn't unbreakable, however. There are moments where he appears exceptionally human, especially on mornings. Like Sonya, he was always more of an evening person. When pressed for answers to something, or threatened in general Luka can become very awkward and it's clear to anyone that he's a bit of a coward when it actually comes to fighting. A complete coward, actually. He's very good at throwing out snappy remarks, but can falter during an actual argument. Hence why he tries to never get involved in one. He's rather observant, more so than both of his siblings, though has a tendency to panic when things get serious. Luka is an exceptionally eloquent young man, and one that prefers to stay on the fringe of society. He knows people and he usually knows what they're thinking. His knowledge of society is one of his greatest assets. Luka seems to have contacts in the strangest places, and despite having a very healthy sense of self preservation, it's rare anything... unusual rattles or surprises him. Being an Achenberg, the latter is hardly surprising.
The Achenberg nose which looks so out of place on his sister's feminine faces rather suits him, he looks rather striking. Especially when coupled with his steely grey eyes and ashy hair. Both he and Sonya look very much alike, in fact, you might even mistake them for twins. Especially considering how different Nonna looks to the pair of them, with her height and dark hair. He's a good few inches shorter than Nonna, being five foot eight, or five foot nine at most. He's normally seen in a smart-casual suit or a turtle neck jumper of some sort. There's nothing particularly exceptional about his appearance, aside from the fact he's arguably the best looking out of all of the siblings.
> Sonya Achenberg <
“ He's a dog, not a white and grey rug. Honest. ”
Last known residence:
Odd's End Cottage, Roraldi Forests
Technical info:
she|lucain|human
Jenny/Sek|none
Personality words:
Loud, unorganised, brave, lazy.
The youngest of the Achenbergs, in some ways, Sonya proved to be the most wayward. She was certainly the least academic, and even though all of the children spent a great deal time in the gardens that surrounded their house, it was clear that Sonya was the one who spent the most time there. Once her tutors had finished with the three of them for the day, Sonya would race out in to the garden, taking a few sandwiches from the kitchen with her and not return until long after tea time, much to the annoyance of her nannies. Especially since she'd normally return covered in mud and dead leaves. It was on one of these adventures, she came across a small country witch and her curiosity got the better of her. The woman was old, but friendly enough and it was from her that she learnt everything. Most people would dismiss the old woman as a deluded eccentric in an instant and three days later they'd be rubbing a nasty bruise, still non the wiser. It was little bits of magic, potions and poultices. It's a... subtle craft. Things are rarely instant, nor very noticeable to the untrained eye. A small, dying art that people so easily dismiss in the modern world.
It was standard that the Achenbergs (a monied family by anyone's standards) were shipped off to boarding school when they turned eleven. Sonya was no exception and it was during a school trip to see a museum in the heart of some city that she found her familiar. A scraggly-looking Old English Sheepdog puppy, wandering about on the streets. Having the sense not to make a scene, Sonya quietly slipped from her group, picked up the puppy and went to wait back on the bus. Some time later when Linchpin (the dog) was actually discovered, Sonya caused such a fuss that she was immediately expelled.
Sonya now lives in a small cottage on the edge of a forest, in your typical witches cottage. A slightly round-looking white-washed building complete with thatched roof. The garden is small, but practical and full of vegetables and herbs. She'll help anyone that comes to her, provided she's in the right mood, though more often than not she's flattered at someone coming to her for guidance. (Poor crop of turnips, baldness, chicken pox, she'll do her best to help. So long as you're not terribly contagious.) She's loud and doesn't carry the air of mystery that both of her older siblings have. Quite frankly, she just can't stand for that sort of nonsense. She's unorganised, lazy, and usually downright rude. Her blunt streak has gotten her in to trouble in the past and no doubt it will again. There's no doubt that, despite the occasional blind spot her heart is in the right place, and at times, she can be surprisingly fearless. Sonya is the kind of person that dislikes getting up before ten in the morning, but Linchpin usually has other plans.
Her familiar is an intelligent beast (as they often are), and seems to enjoy tripping his mistress up as much as possible, or knocking her over. The canine will then sit on her and refuse to move, thinking that it's the best game in the world. Otherwise, he's the furry rug in front of the hearth or the weight at the end of her bed.
Like her brother, she has relatively fair hair, it being an ashy blonde, it's always tied up in a very messy plat that falls right down to her waist. Like all of the siblings, her eyes are grey. Her lips are rather pale, as are her eyebrows and eyelashes, it gives her a somewhat ghostly appearance, though once she actually opens her mouth, she's anything but ghostly. Her frame is small, petite, and she's much shorter than Nonna, being around five foot five in height. Her rather hawk-like nose is an odd feature, to say the least. Usually, Sonya's attire consists of a pale grey just-above knee length old fashioned night gown and bare feet, or if she's having to go out somewhere, a pair of old hobnail boots, some jeans, and a plain short-sleeved T-shirt.
> Golyat <
“ Do everyone a favour; shut up. ”
Last known residence:
Flat 4F Marigold Grange Apartments, Medicai
Technical info:
he|palid rollaby|chalk golem
Personality words:
Reclusive, hardy, practical, grumpy
There are many types of Golem, and truth be told, Golyat isn't really any of them. He's some sort of mix between... Well, between god knows what. Part zombie, perhaps? Part ghoul or spirit? Perhaps he was created partly by alchemy or radiation... Or something. All he really knows is that that he's not your usual clay-based creature... For starters, he doesn't really 'dry' out, per say. Though he does have a rather odd skin condition that almost makes him look like some type of reptile that's shedding it's skin. On first glance, you might say that he looks like he's falling apart! Golyat (or Gil, for short) doesn't remember much about his origins, save for a few hazy half-memories. He was taken in by Nonna Achenberg briefly, while she made sure he wasn't actually going to all apart. After that, he headed towards the nearest city and he's been staying there ever since.
He dislikes daylight, and bright sunlight especially. It makes his skin condition much worse. Golyatis very independent. Disliking any social interaction, he's too proud to even go for help until a situation gets serious. When approached, Golyat is deadpan, skeptical of everything, and on occasions, downright rude. Once in a blue moon, he will open up to somebody. Afterwards, he'll sometimes follow them about, like a very lost, very ugly puppy dog. Well, if puppy dogs sneak around in the shadows and generally act like guardian demons. Usually, he can be found sat on the wall outside the rotting little place he calls an apartment, smoking a cigarette. Unless it's day time in which case he'll be hidden away somewhere, bored out of his skull.
Golyat is secretive, and intelligent without being book-smart. He's hopeless when it comes to the culture of the day, but that doesn't stop him knowing odd pieces of information here and there. If Gil is one thing, he's adaptable. Living within the rough part of Medica he does, he has to be. Golyat is no stranger to pain either, having broke most of his bones at least once. Curiously, they seem to knit back together with incredible speed...
The young man (or at least, that's how he appears) is rather frail looking. Of average height, pale and rather skinny. One couldn't say he was nice looking however, not with his skin the way it is. He dresses simply, usually going for anything with a hood to cover over his face and curiously red-ish coloured eyes. On a whim, he decided to shave of part of the hair on one side of his head. At least, Golyat claims it was a whim. In reality, he caught the sun on that side of his head and his hair started dropping out. He was starting to look like a half-dead lab rat. Weirdly, the golem-type creature doesn't seem to bleed much, either.
> Nick Munnelly <
“ Way to go, looser. ”
Last known residence:
Unknown.
Technical info:
she|lucain|human
Horatio/Sigrid|none
Personality words:
Capable, violent, stubborn, proud.
Nick Munelly was brought up at Lichwake house, living in the gardener's cottage with her cousin Jim and his parents. She was the fourth child of, well, many. Nick isn't quite sure how many brothers or sisters she ended up with since she never bothered to get in touch and the Mousleys weren't particularly close to the Munnellys. She teased constantly Jim throughout his childhood, while he was quite happy to have a simple life, learning how to garden and taking after his father in looking after the grounds, Nick had big plans. She was the kind that was never out of trouble and she usually dragged her younger cousin with her.
Eventually, she got bored and moved out, living mostly by her wits. Sleeping in doorways and hostels and occasionally the doorways of hostels. Sometimes she'd get into trouble for stealing, or fighting and general bad behaviour. This was until she ran into Golyat, normally when you break someone's hand they don't sigh and say 'Not again.' They became sort-of friends and he eventually introduced her to Cecelia, who writes horrorscopes for a living and seems to know everyone who's remotely interested in the occult. They date intermittently, both wanting to be more serious neither one wanting to be the one to bring it up first.
Nick someone who likes to break rules, she does what she thinks is right and it doesn't matter one iota what anyone else plans to do. It can take a lot for her to put this frame of mind aside, mainly because she's usually working on the principle that everyone is stupid, rude, ignorant and wrong until proved otherwise, you could say that she's something of a cynic. She's someone who has a lot of pride, and she dislikes accepting favours or any sort of help unless it's from Cecelia. Nick can keep a grudge for years and never, ever forgets a face. She hates waiting and when people refuse to take action. Sometimes things are better if you take your time and analyse, but sometimes you spend all your time analysing and never actually do anything.
If you've got a fight on your hands, there's very few people better to have than Nick. While not exactly a trained fighter, she can hold her ground extremely well and you'd be surprised at how little pressure affects her. Nick seems to have been built to deal with stressful situations. Even if she does spend an awful lot of time swearing and smoking the minute trouble rears it's head. (Nick being one of those people that's 'always quitting'.) You can say a lot about Nick, but at least she's usually fair. You respect her and she respects you. Mostly, anyway. She's a simple person and hates making things overcomplicated. Funnily enough, Nick has a soft spot for pigeons and will often take out some bred to feed the mangy class of birds that you find in cities. She's a city person, through and though and hates going into the countryside. It makes her feel... exposed.
At around 5" 10', she's also exceptionally tall, her usual style of clothing is basically some mid-calf jeans, a pair of trainers and a hoodie. Unlike most people, it kind of suits her. In winter, she's seen in ill-fitting jeans and an aviator-style jacket. Eli's general stature seems to be made up of mostly wiry muscles with small hips, broad shoulders and not many curves. Despite this, she does look rather feminine with her olive-skin, brown eyes and dyed deep red hair.
> Rosha Shona <
“ If love is the answer, what's the question? ”
Last known residence:
Unknown.
Technical info:
she|paragon|human
Chiya/Jasmine|none
Personality words:
Romantic, fiery, restless, manipulative.
Rosha was brought up in a Jewish household, though she quickly decided that the religion wasn't for her, which her parents were perfectly accepting of. A childhood accident when she was two left Rosha paralysed from the waist down, and she's permanently confined to a wheelchair. She hasn't let this get in her way, though. When she left school, she went into journalism and eventually ended up at the paper where Luka was then working. She was intrigued by him, and one if the only people to manage to get under his skin, she got into contact with his siblings and since then has become an honorary member of the Achenberg 'family', even after she and Luka split up. She tends to hang around with Golyat, Eli, Cecelia, and Simone. Originally, Simone was an old family friend and the two of them are like sisters, even if they don't really see eye to eye on much.
Occasional girlfriend of Golyat, and long-time ex of both Luka and Eli, Rosha is a girl who won't take no for an answer and will do just about anything to get what she wants. Brave, passionate, ferocious, and as tenacious as anything, people who try to come up against this young woman will have a surprisingly hard time. Not only is she tenacious, she's fickle and manipulative too. She knows people, and she knows how to get what she wants from them. She's the sort of person who throws herself completely into whatever she's doing at the time and even though she tries to stop herself from doing so, she'll often romanticise things. Who knows what she doesn't get up to when she isn't scheming, plotting or thinking up designs for new tattoos?
She's one of the few can really get through to Golyat. She hates being left behind, but knows that often she can be a hindrance rather than a help. Though unlike Eli, Rosha can be exceedingly patient. She knows how to bide her time correctly. Rosha is something of a lost soul, in all honesty, she doesn't know what she wants to do with her life and she feels that many of the avenues she would have pursued, have since been made inaccessible. She's a rebel without a cause, and it may be that she's willing to stir up any amount of trouble to find it. She wants to see the world and she wants to have fun, though equally, love is something that's very important to her, even if she doesn't really believe in the concept of finding someone who ends up being 'the one'.
Her appearance is of a slightly frail-looking woman in her mid twenties. She has two full sleeves of tattoos, along with several on her legs and ankles. Her hair is black, just past shoulder-length and slightly wavy. There's a slight olive undertone to her skin. Rosha likes simple clothes, especially if they show of her tattoos, on the other hand her make-up tends to be quite extravagant, her eyes are an unusual shade of blue, and Rosha takes every opportunity to accentuate them. Her curves are minimal, and she has quite narrow shoulders, her overall build is very petite, and although she can't stand, Rosha's actually much taller than she looks, being around five foot eight. She has a heart-shaped face, and small pixie-like features.
> Simone <
“ Please don't sneak up on me, you might get statue-fied. ”
Last known residence:
Gardener's Cottage, Lichwake Mannor, Lamenolai
Technical info:
she|paragon|gorgon
Chiya/Jasmine|none
Personality words:
Timid, happy, elegant, introverted.
Simone is a Gorgon, a creature of myth and legend and she can indeed turn people into stone, though it's a defence mechanism she rarely uses. She was born in Warsaw, and lived most of her life in a large cellar beneath a town house there until Rosha's family agreed to help her. After that, she stayed with Nonna for a time.
Simone is an optimistic soul and likes to see the better part of humanity, she's also very elegant preferring the finer things in life. Because of her species, she rarely opens her eyes so often feigns blindness as an excuse. Of course, it's very difficult for her to go out in public, but she can sometimes get away with it if she wears a mask and head scarf, it simply looks like she'd heading off to a fancy dress party of some description. She refuses to get upset about her situation, however awkward it is. Gorgons have excellent hearing, and surprisingly, their eyesight isn't actually that good, so she survives well without it. She has a soft spot for J.H., much to everyone else's surprise..
She's a quiet and reserved woman, well-spoken when she does speak, which is only very occasionally. She gives off a mysterious air, though, that's nothing unusual in her group of friends. Because Simone has lead a quite sheltered life, she doesn't always know a lot about the outside world, but she's an exceptionally fast learner and one of the delights that she's discovered is music, she doesn't have a favourite genre or style, she just loves music.
Simone's appearance is very strange, she appears to be a woman of around forty with a dark olive-toned skin. Her build is rather willowy, and she's around five foot six in height. Though... there are some rather distinct differences between Gorgons and humans. Namely, the fact that Simone has six eyes, each with two sets of eyelids. The first eyelid is a silvery colour and closes horizontally over the eye, she rarely opens this eyelid. The second eyelid is much like the regular human eyelid. Her hair, like Medusa's, is made up of snakes. They're a tealish-green colour and while they do move semi-independently, Simone does have control over them.
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665.5
by Mousen » 01/11/2012 3:49 PM
665.5
There are many plains of existence, many dimensions and many realities. These can (very roughly) be split into four kinds. There is the physical world, the one we know. There are the higher dimensions, the home of the guides and (apparently) ascended souls. Guides are basically angels, but they are pretty sniffy about terminology. They do have wings, but that's only because they're expected to. Then there's the lower dimensions, known to most as the hell dimensions. There is 665.5 of these. (Everyone rounds up, though.) The hell dimensions aren't that pleasant, but they've improved since the 'fire and brimstone days', now it's more like someone's just turned the heating on a little too high. Then there is the most mysterious kind of world, these are what fills the space between realities, neither good nor bad, they are overflowing with all kinds of weird and exceptionally dangerous creatures. They rarely escape, but when they do, they force themselves into the physical world. The dimension between the physical world and the first higher plane is referred to as the 'Home of Lost Souls' and takes the form of a small, rural village surrounded by a cliff. No one knows why. (Co-incidentally, most true paranormal activity is caused by the denizens of this reality.)
Guides leave at will (well, mostly, they do have to clear it with the 'higher ups' first), but demons and creatures from the Veil (the alternate name for the dimensions between the dimensions) have to escape by finding cracks that lead right out into the physical world. Demons can easily be sent back, as they have no true physical form and have to posses humans or animals.
Angus Bird
(An-gus Berd)
Angus Bird is a demon. A demon who happens to be in quite a lot of trouble. Well, he's in slightly less trouble than most demons, who are, by definition, things that tend to be in 'quite a lot of trouble' quite a lot of the time. A great number of demons are stuck in one of the 665.5 hell dimensions, after all. Angus isn't just possessing his current body, he's stuck in it. The 'real' Angus Bird has passed on to one of the higher planes of existence, one of the energy dimensions no doubt. So, after the 'real' Angus Bird managed to escape, the demon was trapped. This would mean the minute he died he'd be spirited back to the 228th dimension of hell, but Angus wasn't too worried about that. He'd have seventy years or so to figure something out, right? Well, he might if the doctors can figure out why his joints are causing him agony, and why he gets a migraine everyday at 6:30PM. Really, Angus is coming to believe that time is something he's not going to have on his side.
Demons are not good creatures, and while it would be nice for Angus to be the exception to this, he isn't. The only time he ever does anything nice is when he has something to gain from it. He likes to stay on the fringes of society, hoping that he doesn't run into any of his old pals from the hell dimensions. Even though he's retained the majority of his abilities, he'd be no match for a fellow demon. He still has to make a living and he does this by keeping tabs on beings that have travelled from the higher plains of existence. Well, to put it in plainer terms he stalks clueless newbie 'Guides' that have come from one of the higher dimensions. They're usually too nervous and confused to do anything, even if they did notice him, and all he has to do is email it to Sasha and hope that she doesn't decide that he's no longer an asset. The only real contact he has with anyone, aside from the Turkish family that own the shop is with fellow demon, Sasha, his very-best friend and a cut-throat demon straight from the first dimension of hell. They've known each other a long time and back then Angus was actually a servant of Sasha's. Thankfully the 'real' Angus wasn't in contact with his family, who all live in Nottingham, so he doesn't have to worry about keeping up appearances.
Like most demons, Angus is ultimately lazy and selfish, but unlike most demons he can't afford to have any pride. He does live above a small corner shop in the middle of some city. It's not exactly a charmed life, especially when he spends his days falling out of taxis and visiting cafes and trying not to trip people up with his crutches (well, there are times when he does that purposely.) He's often very sarcastic, and has a bit of a soft spot for comedy and radio shows. Oh, and marmalade on toast. Angus also hates country music and when people make jokes about 'his' name being Scottish. (Because even though he's from the 228th dimension of hell, he's bloody English, dammit.) He's turned into the typical recluse, and when the weather or his joints aren't being accommodating he spends most of his day surfing the Internet and drinking tea. He's not particularly vindictive and while he does have his own personal grudges against several of the members of his race, he's not the type to go looking for revenge. Angus is very level-headed and it takes a lot to get him worked up or upset about something.
He's handsome, in a rather plain sort of way. Angus has a mop of short brown hair and hazel eyes that seem to grow increasingly tawny-coloured as time progresses. He's a little bit thin for his height, but not overly so and is about an inch and a half below six foot. When he's actually trying to make an effort, Angus manages to look very nice, as he still manages to carry the otherworldly air that all demons possess. But, usually, he's hidden away in one of several brightly-coloured hoodies and a pair of jeans. As the pain in his joints is almost crippling some days, he's nearly always seen using a pair of crutches to get around.
Borrage
(Bor-adg)
Angus, like most internet addicts, has a cat. This cat was brought home from the local animal shelter, it was picked, not because of it's looks (of which it has none), but because it was the only animal in the building that didn't have an adverse reaction to him. This little cat seems to be half demon itself, it's the colour of rancid beef with green-ish yellow eyes and inch-long claws. It seems to possess a sort of weird loyalty towards Angus as he's been the only thing ever in the course of it's life to treat it relatively nicely.
It's a truly hideous looking animal, with eyes that always seem to be watching your throat. It's supposed to be an everyday tabby cat, but everyday tabby cats don't keel over sideways whenever they get too exited about something. Why he does this, no one can work out. After some thought the cat was named Borrage. He's as vicious as they come and will not only scratch the hand that comes near it, but bite it as well. Technically, Borrage is a house cat, but after two weeks in which he escaped out of the bathroom window, out onto the windowsill, down the drainpipe a little and onto the fire escape, and then later managed to get back in through the letter box, he has free reign of both worlds so long as he's back before it's dark.
Marlowe-May
(Mar-low May)
Many people know this woman, though most of them are dead. It was only very few of those people that saw her more than once, her appearances are fleeting. She is a ghost of good fortune, unexplained, unknown to anyone but those she visits. She is an angel, (technically a Guide from one of the higher planes, terminology is important) spreading goodwill wherever she goes. Well, that's the plan, anyway. This woman is known by one name only, Marlowe-May and she's been serving as a permanently grounded member of the higher planes for a very, very long time. She doesn't consider herself as anything grand, she likes to think of herself as simply a good soul who wants to help, and that's what she's always done.
When ever there's trouble, she's deep in the thick of it, trying to calm, trying to guide. To this day she's an unshakable optimist and refuses to see anything but the best of bad situations and the good in people. She can often appear a little naive, her tendency to give people the benefit of the doubt and more second chances than they deserve is her weakness. Marlowe reads a lot, but not the sort of thing that someone would expect her to read, she has a love of fairytales and just about any poetry she can get her hands on. She's a soft spoken woman, who always believes there's more to a person than meets the eye. She never gives up on a hopeless case and dislikes any form of violence and turns as white as a sheet whenever she sees someone fighting. In fact, much to her chagrin she freezes and is unable to do anything but watch. Once she's decided to help someone, she can become quite blind to everything else around her, even the most obvious things and yet there's a lot of widsom hidden behind those eyes. Marlowe always tries to do what she thinks is best, and it's rumoured that she was quite high up on the ranks, back up in the clouds.
Her home has always been nestled in the heart of Jawan down a tiny little street of historic old fisherman's cottages. Curiously enough, she lives at the end of that road in a little converted chapel. It has a small kitchenette in one corner, and some Japanese-style screens in the other that create a closed off little bath room area. A huge wooden table and some old church pews create a dining area, and two equally battered sofas and various arm chairs create a living area next to a wood burning stove that she had installed. There's a curious assortment of things, some maps on the walls and some sepia photographs. There's plants and oodles of stained glass everywhere along with some more unexpected objects like several, tiny blue and lilac hot air balloons hanging from the ceiling, evidently made with paper lanterns that have a small wicker baskets tied to the bottom of them. It's not quite a bungalow thought, for the white-painted building has some ladders that lead up on to platforms close to the ceiling of the building. One of these is Marlowe's bedroom and the other belongs to her good friend, Cyril. Oddly enough, the whole house seems to smell faintly of lavender. It's a beautiful place, even if the old tombstones in the garden are a little bit odd.
Marlowe is rather plain looking, her hair almost white, shoulder-length and rather wavy. Her visage is unnoticeable in a crowd, she has a heart-shaped face with a small nose and pale lips. Her frame is small, but not to excess (around five foot four) and she's decidedly pear-shaped. Usually her attire consists of tea dresses and cardigans, a rather obvious throwback to the 1940's, but certainly, no one wore floral pattered DM's back then. When she does have wings (though the wings aren't ever solid they're sort of an illusion but kind of real) they're mostly white with bits of grey, a bit like one of those unusual mottled pigeons that seem to be half dove.
Cyril Banks
(cih-rrrl Banks)
Cyril was found by Marlowe some years ago(and has clearly been around for as long as her, though he got a bit lost along the way) after he was accused of setting fire to a house, he told Marlowe that he was innocent, when really he had been a part of the crime. In fact, he abused her trust several times over, telling her a completely different story to that he told the police. Once she found out, Marlowe was, for once in her life, completely and utterly furious. She refused to have anything to do with Cyril and it was only several years later that she saw him again, this time in a hospital recovering from severe pneumonia(Guides don't tend to get ill, but occasionally they forget that). She didn't recognize the young man and it was only later he told Marlowe who he was and by this time they'd become rather close friends. It took a long while before she would even speak to him again, but his perseverance paid off and now they're absolutely inseparable despite a rather rocky start.
Cyril is an odd one, he's actually an amazing liar, so good that in comparison the people who are telling rhe truth look like they're lying and has an utter disreguard for any rules, which Marlowe hates. He does try to tell then truth when he's in the woman's company, but it's difficult, lying is just so much easier. The young man often appears... rather scattered as if he isn't sure of he's coming or going, especially since he corrects himself a lot. He dislikes authority and tends to be rather secretive until asked about what's going on. Cyril is the world's fussiest eater and tends to pick apart anything that isn't his own, or Marlowe's cooking and he has an extremely rigid idea of what he likes and doesn't like.
There's a curious air to Cyril, he can appear both lazy and completely electric at the same time and there's a... catlike quality to him. Because he has so much trouble with lying, he will tend to be the 'bad cop' to Marlowe's 'good cop', doubting the truth of their words. He's a curiously light sleeper and usually wakes up several times a night if only to climb down the sturdy wooden ladder that leads down into the main house and sit in front of the fire until dawn. He also has the strange ability to fall asleep practically anywhere should it suit him to. Cyril is a quick thinker and likes to be on the go, but it's only lately he's started to learn that he can do things for other people's gain rather than his own. In the old days, he was self-preserving, on the brink of falling and very much lost, but he's a good soul, really and he'll try to help people wherever they can and gets very annoyed when people are apathetic about the world's problems. He knows first-hand what it's like to be homeless and alone, something most guides never experience, so he can often be found helping out at the Salvation Army and what-not.
Cyril is very thin, almost to the point of looking unhealthy. His dark eyes are a little sunken, and he gives off the general air of always being up to no good. His hair is always quite messy and jet-black.(Don't start on the Harry Potter jokes, though. He doesn't look a thing like the boy wizard, Cyril's Asian for a start.) Around his wrists are various cords and bracelets. Generally, Cyril hides behind quite average clothing, jeans and t-shirts and unless you actually got near him you wouldn't notice anything unusual about him.
There are many plains of existence, many dimensions and many realities. These can (very roughly) be split into four kinds. There is the physical world, the one we know. There are the higher dimensions, the home of the guides and (apparently) ascended souls. Guides are basically angels, but they are pretty sniffy about terminology. They do have wings, but that's only because they're expected to. Then there's the lower dimensions, known to most as the hell dimensions. There is 665.5 of these. (Everyone rounds up, though.) The hell dimensions aren't that pleasant, but they've improved since the 'fire and brimstone days', now it's more like someone's just turned the heating on a little too high. Then there is the most mysterious kind of world, these are what fills the space between realities, neither good nor bad, they are overflowing with all kinds of weird and exceptionally dangerous creatures. They rarely escape, but when they do, they force themselves into the physical world. The dimension between the physical world and the first higher plane is referred to as the 'Home of Lost Souls' and takes the form of a small, rural village surrounded by a cliff. No one knows why. (Co-incidentally, most true paranormal activity is caused by the denizens of this reality.)
Guides leave at will (well, mostly, they do have to clear it with the 'higher ups' first), but demons and creatures from the Veil (the alternate name for the dimensions between the dimensions) have to escape by finding cracks that lead right out into the physical world. Demons can easily be sent back, as they have no true physical form and have to posses humans or animals.
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Angus Bird
(An-gus Berd)
"To Tumblr or not to Tumblr?"
Nickname/s: None
Gender: Male
Species: Diosol
Form(s): Quad, human
Lineage: Unknown
Restrictions: None
Lifemate: None
In Character Kin: None
Personality Words:
Selfish, lazy, nerdy, quirky, sensible.
Gender: Male
Species: Diosol
Form(s): Quad, human
Lineage: Unknown
Restrictions: None
Lifemate: None
In Character Kin: None
Personality Words:
Selfish, lazy, nerdy, quirky, sensible.
Angus Bird is a demon. A demon who happens to be in quite a lot of trouble. Well, he's in slightly less trouble than most demons, who are, by definition, things that tend to be in 'quite a lot of trouble' quite a lot of the time. A great number of demons are stuck in one of the 665.5 hell dimensions, after all. Angus isn't just possessing his current body, he's stuck in it. The 'real' Angus Bird has passed on to one of the higher planes of existence, one of the energy dimensions no doubt. So, after the 'real' Angus Bird managed to escape, the demon was trapped. This would mean the minute he died he'd be spirited back to the 228th dimension of hell, but Angus wasn't too worried about that. He'd have seventy years or so to figure something out, right? Well, he might if the doctors can figure out why his joints are causing him agony, and why he gets a migraine everyday at 6:30PM. Really, Angus is coming to believe that time is something he's not going to have on his side.
Demons are not good creatures, and while it would be nice for Angus to be the exception to this, he isn't. The only time he ever does anything nice is when he has something to gain from it. He likes to stay on the fringes of society, hoping that he doesn't run into any of his old pals from the hell dimensions. Even though he's retained the majority of his abilities, he'd be no match for a fellow demon. He still has to make a living and he does this by keeping tabs on beings that have travelled from the higher plains of existence. Well, to put it in plainer terms he stalks clueless newbie 'Guides' that have come from one of the higher dimensions. They're usually too nervous and confused to do anything, even if they did notice him, and all he has to do is email it to Sasha and hope that she doesn't decide that he's no longer an asset. The only real contact he has with anyone, aside from the Turkish family that own the shop is with fellow demon, Sasha, his very-best friend and a cut-throat demon straight from the first dimension of hell. They've known each other a long time and back then Angus was actually a servant of Sasha's. Thankfully the 'real' Angus wasn't in contact with his family, who all live in Nottingham, so he doesn't have to worry about keeping up appearances.
Like most demons, Angus is ultimately lazy and selfish, but unlike most demons he can't afford to have any pride. He does live above a small corner shop in the middle of some city. It's not exactly a charmed life, especially when he spends his days falling out of taxis and visiting cafes and trying not to trip people up with his crutches (well, there are times when he does that purposely.) He's often very sarcastic, and has a bit of a soft spot for comedy and radio shows. Oh, and marmalade on toast. Angus also hates country music and when people make jokes about 'his' name being Scottish. (Because even though he's from the 228th dimension of hell, he's bloody English, dammit.) He's turned into the typical recluse, and when the weather or his joints aren't being accommodating he spends most of his day surfing the Internet and drinking tea. He's not particularly vindictive and while he does have his own personal grudges against several of the members of his race, he's not the type to go looking for revenge. Angus is very level-headed and it takes a lot to get him worked up or upset about something.
He's handsome, in a rather plain sort of way. Angus has a mop of short brown hair and hazel eyes that seem to grow increasingly tawny-coloured as time progresses. He's a little bit thin for his height, but not overly so and is about an inch and a half below six foot. When he's actually trying to make an effort, Angus manages to look very nice, as he still manages to carry the otherworldly air that all demons possess. But, usually, he's hidden away in one of several brightly-coloured hoodies and a pair of jeans. As the pain in his joints is almost crippling some days, he's nearly always seen using a pair of crutches to get around.
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Borrage
(Bor-adg)
"Mweeeeeooowww."
Nickname/s: None
Gender: Male
Species: Nemuwit
Form(s): Nemuwit, cat.
Lineage: N/A
Restrictions: N/A
Lifemate: N/A
In Character Kin: None
Personality Words:
Lazy, vicious, dangerous, wild.
Gender: Male
Species: Nemuwit
Form(s): Nemuwit, cat.
Lineage: N/A
Restrictions: N/A
Lifemate: N/A
In Character Kin: None
Personality Words:
Lazy, vicious, dangerous, wild.
Angus, like most internet addicts, has a cat. This cat was brought home from the local animal shelter, it was picked, not because of it's looks (of which it has none), but because it was the only animal in the building that didn't have an adverse reaction to him. This little cat seems to be half demon itself, it's the colour of rancid beef with green-ish yellow eyes and inch-long claws. It seems to possess a sort of weird loyalty towards Angus as he's been the only thing ever in the course of it's life to treat it relatively nicely.
It's a truly hideous looking animal, with eyes that always seem to be watching your throat. It's supposed to be an everyday tabby cat, but everyday tabby cats don't keel over sideways whenever they get too exited about something. Why he does this, no one can work out. After some thought the cat was named Borrage. He's as vicious as they come and will not only scratch the hand that comes near it, but bite it as well. Technically, Borrage is a house cat, but after two weeks in which he escaped out of the bathroom window, out onto the windowsill, down the drainpipe a little and onto the fire escape, and then later managed to get back in through the letter box, he has free reign of both worlds so long as he's back before it's dark.
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Marlowe-May
(Mar-low May)
"It's a little bit funny..."
Nickname/s:Marl, Marlie
Gender: Female
Species: Shinzo
Form(s): Quad, human.
Lineage: N/A
Restrictions: N/A
Lifemate: None.
In Character Kin: None.
Personality Words:
Charitable, caring, softspoken, optimistic.
Gender: Female
Species: Shinzo
Form(s): Quad, human.
Lineage: N/A
Restrictions: N/A
Lifemate: None.
In Character Kin: None.
Personality Words:
Charitable, caring, softspoken, optimistic.
Many people know this woman, though most of them are dead. It was only very few of those people that saw her more than once, her appearances are fleeting. She is a ghost of good fortune, unexplained, unknown to anyone but those she visits. She is an angel, (technically a Guide from one of the higher planes, terminology is important) spreading goodwill wherever she goes. Well, that's the plan, anyway. This woman is known by one name only, Marlowe-May and she's been serving as a permanently grounded member of the higher planes for a very, very long time. She doesn't consider herself as anything grand, she likes to think of herself as simply a good soul who wants to help, and that's what she's always done.
When ever there's trouble, she's deep in the thick of it, trying to calm, trying to guide. To this day she's an unshakable optimist and refuses to see anything but the best of bad situations and the good in people. She can often appear a little naive, her tendency to give people the benefit of the doubt and more second chances than they deserve is her weakness. Marlowe reads a lot, but not the sort of thing that someone would expect her to read, she has a love of fairytales and just about any poetry she can get her hands on. She's a soft spoken woman, who always believes there's more to a person than meets the eye. She never gives up on a hopeless case and dislikes any form of violence and turns as white as a sheet whenever she sees someone fighting. In fact, much to her chagrin she freezes and is unable to do anything but watch. Once she's decided to help someone, she can become quite blind to everything else around her, even the most obvious things and yet there's a lot of widsom hidden behind those eyes. Marlowe always tries to do what she thinks is best, and it's rumoured that she was quite high up on the ranks, back up in the clouds.
Her home has always been nestled in the heart of Jawan down a tiny little street of historic old fisherman's cottages. Curiously enough, she lives at the end of that road in a little converted chapel. It has a small kitchenette in one corner, and some Japanese-style screens in the other that create a closed off little bath room area. A huge wooden table and some old church pews create a dining area, and two equally battered sofas and various arm chairs create a living area next to a wood burning stove that she had installed. There's a curious assortment of things, some maps on the walls and some sepia photographs. There's plants and oodles of stained glass everywhere along with some more unexpected objects like several, tiny blue and lilac hot air balloons hanging from the ceiling, evidently made with paper lanterns that have a small wicker baskets tied to the bottom of them. It's not quite a bungalow thought, for the white-painted building has some ladders that lead up on to platforms close to the ceiling of the building. One of these is Marlowe's bedroom and the other belongs to her good friend, Cyril. Oddly enough, the whole house seems to smell faintly of lavender. It's a beautiful place, even if the old tombstones in the garden are a little bit odd.
Marlowe is rather plain looking, her hair almost white, shoulder-length and rather wavy. Her visage is unnoticeable in a crowd, she has a heart-shaped face with a small nose and pale lips. Her frame is small, but not to excess (around five foot four) and she's decidedly pear-shaped. Usually her attire consists of tea dresses and cardigans, a rather obvious throwback to the 1940's, but certainly, no one wore floral pattered DM's back then. When she does have wings (though the wings aren't ever solid they're sort of an illusion but kind of real) they're mostly white with bits of grey, a bit like one of those unusual mottled pigeons that seem to be half dove.
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Cyril Banks
(cih-rrrl Banks)
"I'm an ali- Er, here to help."
Nickname/s: None
Gender: Male
Species: Candle Shinzo
Form(s): Quad, human.
Lineage: N/A
Restrictions: N/A
Lifemate: None.
In Character Kin: None.
Personality Words:
Compulsive liar, jumbled, guilty, doubting.
Gender: Male
Species: Candle Shinzo
Form(s): Quad, human.
Lineage: N/A
Restrictions: N/A
Lifemate: None.
In Character Kin: None.
Personality Words:
Compulsive liar, jumbled, guilty, doubting.
Cyril was found by Marlowe some years ago(and has clearly been around for as long as her, though he got a bit lost along the way) after he was accused of setting fire to a house, he told Marlowe that he was innocent, when really he had been a part of the crime. In fact, he abused her trust several times over, telling her a completely different story to that he told the police. Once she found out, Marlowe was, for once in her life, completely and utterly furious. She refused to have anything to do with Cyril and it was only several years later that she saw him again, this time in a hospital recovering from severe pneumonia(Guides don't tend to get ill, but occasionally they forget that). She didn't recognize the young man and it was only later he told Marlowe who he was and by this time they'd become rather close friends. It took a long while before she would even speak to him again, but his perseverance paid off and now they're absolutely inseparable despite a rather rocky start.
Cyril is an odd one, he's actually an amazing liar, so good that in comparison the people who are telling rhe truth look like they're lying and has an utter disreguard for any rules, which Marlowe hates. He does try to tell then truth when he's in the woman's company, but it's difficult, lying is just so much easier. The young man often appears... rather scattered as if he isn't sure of he's coming or going, especially since he corrects himself a lot. He dislikes authority and tends to be rather secretive until asked about what's going on. Cyril is the world's fussiest eater and tends to pick apart anything that isn't his own, or Marlowe's cooking and he has an extremely rigid idea of what he likes and doesn't like.
There's a curious air to Cyril, he can appear both lazy and completely electric at the same time and there's a... catlike quality to him. Because he has so much trouble with lying, he will tend to be the 'bad cop' to Marlowe's 'good cop', doubting the truth of their words. He's a curiously light sleeper and usually wakes up several times a night if only to climb down the sturdy wooden ladder that leads down into the main house and sit in front of the fire until dawn. He also has the strange ability to fall asleep practically anywhere should it suit him to. Cyril is a quick thinker and likes to be on the go, but it's only lately he's started to learn that he can do things for other people's gain rather than his own. In the old days, he was self-preserving, on the brink of falling and very much lost, but he's a good soul, really and he'll try to help people wherever they can and gets very annoyed when people are apathetic about the world's problems. He knows first-hand what it's like to be homeless and alone, something most guides never experience, so he can often be found helping out at the Salvation Army and what-not.
Cyril is very thin, almost to the point of looking unhealthy. His dark eyes are a little sunken, and he gives off the general air of always being up to no good. His hair is always quite messy and jet-black.(Don't start on the Harry Potter jokes, though. He doesn't look a thing like the boy wizard, Cyril's Asian for a start.) Around his wrists are various cords and bracelets. Generally, Cyril hides behind quite average clothing, jeans and t-shirts and unless you actually got near him you wouldn't notice anything unusual about him.
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Gertrude James
(Ger-trood Jayms)
Gertie James was born into an illustrious family. Well, that's pushing it a bit, if they'd been properly illustrious they'd have the money to fix the holes in the roof. To tell the truth, Gertrude Hermione James' family had money. That was the problem, the had being past tense. Two hundred years ago they were rolling in the stuff, but over the years it's trickled away. Having said that, you couldn't class them as a poor family. They just don't have enough money to fix a neo-classical manor house. The thought of living somewhere else probably hasn't even crossed their minds, they couldn't leave The Chine. It would be like the Queen giving up Buckingham Palace to live in a mobile home. It's a vast house, with a mild damp problem thousands of loose floorboards and half of the fireplace in the main hall was stolen. It was later recovered, Even so, they've still got a two-hundred year old marble fireplace that's snapped in half. Even if it's mostly held together by sticky tape, goodwill and the remnants of a Regency-era fortune, it's home. Gertie was brought up there, her parents lived there and her mother continued to after her father's disappearance. It's the only home she's ever known.
Gertrude H. James is a curious mix. She inherited her great uncle's business sense and her mother's placid good looks. She's tenacious, there's a good chance that there's never been anyone quite so stubborn as Gertie. She knows when to pick her battles and once she's decided to dig her heels in, come hell or high water there's nothing on this earth that can get her to change her mind. She's loyal in her own way, all of her ambitious plans centre around getting more money to restore The Chine. Fundamentally she's a good person, but sometimes she doesn't seem to realise when she's taking things too far and there isn't much she wouldn't do to get the outcome she wants. The people around Gertie sometimes find her rather annoying, she seems to forget that other people have opinions too and will often agree to things for them without asking their permission. ("Of course Benjamin doesn't mind working over time!")
She's got a brilliant poker-face, and the only person that manages to make her exceptionally riled up is her cousin Kingsley and the two of them are constantly at each other's throats and he'll go out of his way to mess up her more minor schemes. She knows all of the twists and turns of the house and is generally the one who deals with the older residents of the place. There seems to be an awful lot of them, as a general rule the James' are the kind of people who dislike dying. So they haven't. They're sat withering in one of the games rooms instead. Gertie is quite close to her family and it's her solid, unshakeable belief that family is family no matter how you look at it and you should look out for each other. The fact that her father's been missing, presumed dead for just over ten years has only cemented this belief, well, she doesn't want anyone else to end up the same way. Gertie is quite intellectual, too. While not as well-read as Benji, she was top of her classes at school.
Gertie is a young woman in her early twenties with large blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair. Very harmless looking on first glance. There's nothing really exceptional about her appearance, pleasant rather than stunning. She usually wears a little bit of make-up, foundation and some pastel-coloured eye shadow and her trade mark pink lip-gloss. Gertie tends to wear button-up shirts, either on their own or with a t-shirt beneath them. Jeans and some slip-on shoes complete the outfit. Her hair is always tied up in a pony-tail, save for her fringe, of course.
Benjamin James
(Ben-jah-min Jayms)
Benjamin is generally considered to be the quiet one of the family, both Gertrude and Kingsley have exceptionally loud personalities and with all three of them growing up at relatively the same time, he was the one who was left out of things. There's a general belief that the disappearance of his father made him even more reclusive, Benji couldn't really say if this was true or not, but afterwards he could see that Gertie was making far more of an effort to pay attention to him. He was quite close to his parents and while Gertrude deals with their great aunts, uncles and grandparents he's the one who brings out the meals to their mother's painting shed, keeps up with whatever Aunty Emma is that particular week, answers the post and makes sure Aunty Margo doesn't suddenly turn the entire house into a stage school when no one else is looking. That's a full-time job for anyone, but Gertie has managed to rope him into keeping the gardens in check too. Luckily enough, he does have some help, looking after four acres and a Victorian-style garden is no mean feat.
One of the reasons why everyone considers Benji the strangest of the three is because he collects animal bones. It's quite a macabre hobby, especially when all he does is squirrel them away to his study in the library. There's many theories about why he does this, ranging from 'physiological stemming from the disappearance of his father' to 'he's got a few screws loose'. The latter is the most widely accepted option and when he's running around on a particularly hectic day, trying to remember what the time difference is between here and Borneo while shooing actors and disgruntled camera men from the premises with Gertrude yelling at him to hurry up because the Wi-Fi has gone funny and there was absolutely no way she was fixing it herself... Well, let's just say there's something a little tense about that smile he wears. It gives the impression of being about to snap at any given moment.
He's a good guy, make no mistake. That's what the problem is, he takes after his parents too much. They were very, very nice people and look where it got them. To live in the James household, one has to have a degree of tenacity and ruthlessness that he simply just does not have. He's the kind of guy that would pop over for a quick cup of tea and end up putting up shelves and changing the light bulbs just because you'd mentioned that it needed to get done. Because of this, Benji is often taken advantage of, mostly by Gertie who doesn't realise she's doing it. He loves reading, which is why he picked the study in the library and he's never happier when he can retire to the old sagging armchair behind the desk with some newly bleached bones and a good book. All in all, he's a hardworking cheery soul who can sometimes be a little oblivious to those around him, especially when he disappears inside his study. Namely because he'll sometimes disappear for a few days at a time.
Benjamin and Gertie are very much alike, look-wise. They have the same blue-eyes and the same blonde-ish coloured hair, though Benjamin's is quite a bit shorter and ever so slightly curly. Angelic in appearance, you might say. He's got quite a plain face, with a rather small nose and eyebrows that were practically non-existent. Benjamin is 'cute' rather than handsome, but he still gets his fair share of girls who find 'cute' more than acceptable. Unfortunately, he usually manages to inadvertently upset them for some reason or is completely ignorant of their affections.
Kingsley James
(kings-lee Jayms)
Kingsley James thinks the world of himself, he's also of the opinion that the world should think that too. He's always been like that, unfortunately. He never knew his father, his mother was always rather touchy about the subject and so it was never really approached. The other James(es?) knew better than to get anywhere near a subject that Victoria didn't want to speak about. She loved horses and spent as much time as she could with them, Kingsley inherited her passion for equines. Even if he now dislikes race horses after Victoria died due to a freak horse-riding accident when he was thirteen.. Naturally this had quite the impact on him, it didn't change is naturally Victoria-like personality, but he started making an effort to find his father by riffling though musty old letters and by bugging his cousins to help.
Kingsley isn't a great person. He's vindictive, sly, manipulating, scheming and outwardly lazy and actually lazy when it comes to doing any hard work. It's a shame he's so good looking or he'd never get away with half the tricks he pulls. Generally, his favourite hobby is to try and get under everyone's feet while trying to manipulate Great-Granddad Albert to leave him the house. He does have a job, certainly, every few weeks he drives up into London to do some consulting accounting, or office-ing or something. Whatever it is, he makes enough from it to hoard some of it away, spend it on his car or the horses (the dressage horses, that is) or even on repairing the house.
He does, however, have a sense of loyalty towards his family and actually cares about them in a weird, sort-of way. He'd quite like them to stay alive and he'd rather that they're all relatively happy. Generally, Kingsley's a bit of a coward. A stubborn coward when it comes to arguing with his cousin, but a coward nonetheless. He has many bad traits, but Kingsley is not incapable of being nice. There is some good in him, deep, deep down. Many young women have fallen for Kingsley, but he's never been there to catch them. Quite the opposite, actually, he usually makes sure he's stood next to a metaphorical snake pit.
As previously mentioned, Kingsley is very nice looking. His brown hair is short and styled very simply, but it's his eyes that most people find fascinating, there's a very slight colour-difference between them. One eye is distinctly greener, a sort of hazel-y colour as opposed to brown. There's nothing particularly exceptional about him, save for high cheekbones and general symmetry but mixed with charm, a degree of intelligence and some dress sense he works wonders.
(Ger-trood Jayms)
"You're five-minutes late! Five minutes!"
Nickname/s: Gertie
Gender: Female
Species: Bred Lucain
Form(s): Quad, human
Lineage: Crimson/Fall
Restrictions:
Lifemate: None
In Character Kin:
All of the James family.
Personality Words:
Organized, tenacious, business-like, loyal
Gender: Female
Species: Bred Lucain
Form(s): Quad, human
Lineage: Crimson/Fall
Restrictions:
Lifemate: None
In Character Kin:
All of the James family.
Personality Words:
Organized, tenacious, business-like, loyal
Gertie James was born into an illustrious family. Well, that's pushing it a bit, if they'd been properly illustrious they'd have the money to fix the holes in the roof. To tell the truth, Gertrude Hermione James' family had money. That was the problem, the had being past tense. Two hundred years ago they were rolling in the stuff, but over the years it's trickled away. Having said that, you couldn't class them as a poor family. They just don't have enough money to fix a neo-classical manor house. The thought of living somewhere else probably hasn't even crossed their minds, they couldn't leave The Chine. It would be like the Queen giving up Buckingham Palace to live in a mobile home. It's a vast house, with a mild damp problem thousands of loose floorboards and half of the fireplace in the main hall was stolen. It was later recovered, Even so, they've still got a two-hundred year old marble fireplace that's snapped in half. Even if it's mostly held together by sticky tape, goodwill and the remnants of a Regency-era fortune, it's home. Gertie was brought up there, her parents lived there and her mother continued to after her father's disappearance. It's the only home she's ever known.
Gertrude H. James is a curious mix. She inherited her great uncle's business sense and her mother's placid good looks. She's tenacious, there's a good chance that there's never been anyone quite so stubborn as Gertie. She knows when to pick her battles and once she's decided to dig her heels in, come hell or high water there's nothing on this earth that can get her to change her mind. She's loyal in her own way, all of her ambitious plans centre around getting more money to restore The Chine. Fundamentally she's a good person, but sometimes she doesn't seem to realise when she's taking things too far and there isn't much she wouldn't do to get the outcome she wants. The people around Gertie sometimes find her rather annoying, she seems to forget that other people have opinions too and will often agree to things for them without asking their permission. ("Of course Benjamin doesn't mind working over time!")
She's got a brilliant poker-face, and the only person that manages to make her exceptionally riled up is her cousin Kingsley and the two of them are constantly at each other's throats and he'll go out of his way to mess up her more minor schemes. She knows all of the twists and turns of the house and is generally the one who deals with the older residents of the place. There seems to be an awful lot of them, as a general rule the James' are the kind of people who dislike dying. So they haven't. They're sat withering in one of the games rooms instead. Gertie is quite close to her family and it's her solid, unshakeable belief that family is family no matter how you look at it and you should look out for each other. The fact that her father's been missing, presumed dead for just over ten years has only cemented this belief, well, she doesn't want anyone else to end up the same way. Gertie is quite intellectual, too. While not as well-read as Benji, she was top of her classes at school.
Gertie is a young woman in her early twenties with large blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair. Very harmless looking on first glance. There's nothing really exceptional about her appearance, pleasant rather than stunning. She usually wears a little bit of make-up, foundation and some pastel-coloured eye shadow and her trade mark pink lip-gloss. Gertie tends to wear button-up shirts, either on their own or with a t-shirt beneath them. Jeans and some slip-on shoes complete the outfit. Her hair is always tied up in a pony-tail, save for her fringe, of course.
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Benjamin James
(Ben-jah-min Jayms)
"I'll get right to it, Gertie!"
Nickname/s:
Gender: Male
Species: Flutter Kuhna
Form(s): Quad, human
Lineage: Cloud x Nephele
Restrictions: None
Lifemate: None
In Character Kin:
All of the James family.
Personality Words:
Kind, tense, odd, hardworking
Gender: Male
Species: Flutter Kuhna
Form(s): Quad, human
Lineage: Cloud x Nephele
Restrictions: None
Lifemate: None
In Character Kin:
All of the James family.
Personality Words:
Kind, tense, odd, hardworking
Benjamin is generally considered to be the quiet one of the family, both Gertrude and Kingsley have exceptionally loud personalities and with all three of them growing up at relatively the same time, he was the one who was left out of things. There's a general belief that the disappearance of his father made him even more reclusive, Benji couldn't really say if this was true or not, but afterwards he could see that Gertie was making far more of an effort to pay attention to him. He was quite close to his parents and while Gertrude deals with their great aunts, uncles and grandparents he's the one who brings out the meals to their mother's painting shed, keeps up with whatever Aunty Emma is that particular week, answers the post and makes sure Aunty Margo doesn't suddenly turn the entire house into a stage school when no one else is looking. That's a full-time job for anyone, but Gertie has managed to rope him into keeping the gardens in check too. Luckily enough, he does have some help, looking after four acres and a Victorian-style garden is no mean feat.
One of the reasons why everyone considers Benji the strangest of the three is because he collects animal bones. It's quite a macabre hobby, especially when all he does is squirrel them away to his study in the library. There's many theories about why he does this, ranging from 'physiological stemming from the disappearance of his father' to 'he's got a few screws loose'. The latter is the most widely accepted option and when he's running around on a particularly hectic day, trying to remember what the time difference is between here and Borneo while shooing actors and disgruntled camera men from the premises with Gertrude yelling at him to hurry up because the Wi-Fi has gone funny and there was absolutely no way she was fixing it herself... Well, let's just say there's something a little tense about that smile he wears. It gives the impression of being about to snap at any given moment.
He's a good guy, make no mistake. That's what the problem is, he takes after his parents too much. They were very, very nice people and look where it got them. To live in the James household, one has to have a degree of tenacity and ruthlessness that he simply just does not have. He's the kind of guy that would pop over for a quick cup of tea and end up putting up shelves and changing the light bulbs just because you'd mentioned that it needed to get done. Because of this, Benji is often taken advantage of, mostly by Gertie who doesn't realise she's doing it. He loves reading, which is why he picked the study in the library and he's never happier when he can retire to the old sagging armchair behind the desk with some newly bleached bones and a good book. All in all, he's a hardworking cheery soul who can sometimes be a little oblivious to those around him, especially when he disappears inside his study. Namely because he'll sometimes disappear for a few days at a time.
Benjamin and Gertie are very much alike, look-wise. They have the same blue-eyes and the same blonde-ish coloured hair, though Benjamin's is quite a bit shorter and ever so slightly curly. Angelic in appearance, you might say. He's got quite a plain face, with a rather small nose and eyebrows that were practically non-existent. Benjamin is 'cute' rather than handsome, but he still gets his fair share of girls who find 'cute' more than acceptable. Unfortunately, he usually manages to inadvertently upset them for some reason or is completely ignorant of their affections.
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Kingsley James
(kings-lee Jayms)
"They're all cursing my name, it's like I'm god."
Nickname/s: None
Gender: Male
Species: Bred Lucain
Form(s): Quad, huamn
Lineage:
Restrictions: None
Lifemate: None
In Character Kin:
All of the James Family
Personality Words:
Pompous, arrogant, troublesome, snide
Gender: Male
Species: Bred Lucain
Form(s): Quad, huamn
Lineage:
Restrictions: None
Lifemate: None
In Character Kin:
All of the James Family
Personality Words:
Pompous, arrogant, troublesome, snide
Kingsley James thinks the world of himself, he's also of the opinion that the world should think that too. He's always been like that, unfortunately. He never knew his father, his mother was always rather touchy about the subject and so it was never really approached. The other James(es?) knew better than to get anywhere near a subject that Victoria didn't want to speak about. She loved horses and spent as much time as she could with them, Kingsley inherited her passion for equines. Even if he now dislikes race horses after Victoria died due to a freak horse-riding accident when he was thirteen.. Naturally this had quite the impact on him, it didn't change is naturally Victoria-like personality, but he started making an effort to find his father by riffling though musty old letters and by bugging his cousins to help.
Kingsley isn't a great person. He's vindictive, sly, manipulating, scheming and outwardly lazy and actually lazy when it comes to doing any hard work. It's a shame he's so good looking or he'd never get away with half the tricks he pulls. Generally, his favourite hobby is to try and get under everyone's feet while trying to manipulate Great-Granddad Albert to leave him the house. He does have a job, certainly, every few weeks he drives up into London to do some consulting accounting, or office-ing or something. Whatever it is, he makes enough from it to hoard some of it away, spend it on his car or the horses (the dressage horses, that is) or even on repairing the house.
He does, however, have a sense of loyalty towards his family and actually cares about them in a weird, sort-of way. He'd quite like them to stay alive and he'd rather that they're all relatively happy. Generally, Kingsley's a bit of a coward. A stubborn coward when it comes to arguing with his cousin, but a coward nonetheless. He has many bad traits, but Kingsley is not incapable of being nice. There is some good in him, deep, deep down. Many young women have fallen for Kingsley, but he's never been there to catch them. Quite the opposite, actually, he usually makes sure he's stood next to a metaphorical snake pit.
As previously mentioned, Kingsley is very nice looking. His brown hair is short and styled very simply, but it's his eyes that most people find fascinating, there's a very slight colour-difference between them. One eye is distinctly greener, a sort of hazel-y colour as opposed to brown. There's nothing particularly exceptional about him, save for high cheekbones and general symmetry but mixed with charm, a degree of intelligence and some dress sense he works wonders.
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