"If you talk shit about me, that's your own opinion. Keep it that way and I won't have to kill you."
Name
Lysander Washington Kingsford
Age
27
Height
6'2"
Weight
167 lbs
Role
Chosen One
Notoriety Level
80%, High Guard Threat.
Powers
Blink, Possession, Bend Time and Dark Vision.
Chosen Fate
Villain
History
Lysander was once a gang lord of the infamous Bottle Street Gang, before they kicked him out and put Slackjaw in power. Infuriated, he went off, trying to find a new way to make a living, but ultimately failed and ended up on the streets. He was attacked by Weepers, and in his dying moments, he was dragged into the Void. The Outsider saved him, and gave him powers to reign terror down on those that caused his downfall. Now he roams the streets as a mercenary for hire.
Wilheim's a whaler. Damn good one too. He used to be out there raising up the bigguns day in and day out. However, after Dunwall started spiraling down into the shitter, he and his fellow sailors began seeing less and less work thanks to fear of the plague reaching foreign waters. Now that his job has been put on a complete hold for the time being, he's settled back into his unsightly hovel in John Clavering Boulevard, where he scrounges up a living by reeling hagfish out of the local waters and doing odd jobs around the neighborhood. It's not pretty, and the immediate area can be somewhat dangerous, but he gets by just fine.
"The Darkness of manโs heart is observed best not upon the faces of the wicked, but upon the faces of the crowd"
Name
Lady Nypheria Westgrace
Age
18
Height
5โ3
Weight
Obese
Role
Corrupt Aristocrat Heiress
Notoriety Level
25%, Low guard alert
Powers
None
Chosen Fate
Villain through and through
History
The youngest daughter of the esteemed Lord and Lady Westgrace, Nypheria spent her childhood being pushed aside in favour of her elder siblings, which served to brew a fiery hatred for them within her. Wanting to leave her own legacy on Dunwall, and not spend her life struggling to escape from beneath her familyโs shadow, Nypheria became acquainted with the dark underside of the Whaling city, establishing her own private business relations with Slackjaw and the notorious Bottle Street Gang. Deeply integrated with the elixir bootlegging trade, Nypheria has been known to distil the concoction so that she can sell greater amounts of it, thus weakening its effectiveness, and potentially leaving its users still susceptible to the plague.
Nypheria plays a dangerous game, balancing the politics of Dunwallโs upper-class with her shady underworld dealings, but she has so far managed to avoid detection by the City Watch.
"Shit happens. It's how you deal with it that matters."
Name
Tygen Tamore Calstone; Prefers Ty
Age
21
Height
5'11
Weight
200 pounds of pure muscle(and cupcakes)
Role
Chosen One
Notoriety Level
60%, Medium Guard Alert
Powers
Blink, Windblast, Pull, and Bend Time
Chosen Fate
Hero(ish)
History
Tygen wasn't born of the noblest of beginnings. His mother was...well in pelite terms she was a lady of the night, and his father a client of hers. So needless to say he never knew his father growing up. But that never really mattered to him growing up. Despite her line of work, his mother was all the family he needed. But then it happened, his mother contracted the plague.
It was a difficult time for him, he was forced to take care of his mother, and buy her medicine, even though he knew it was a fruitless effort, he still had to try. But there are very few good paying jobs in the slums, so he ended up having to steal so he could keep her alive. He stole only enough for her medicine, and only from those who could afford it. But eventually it all proved for not as his mother began to worsen. She desperately pleaded with him to kill her before she turned into a Weeper, before she became a monster. And he had no choice but to carry out her wishes.
So now he's focused on bettering the lives of the victims of the plague, of their families. He does so by stealing the nobles blind, those who refuse to do something about the plague.
NAME: Eleanor Lydia Warwick ALIAS: El Creed AGE: 24 HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: 135 lbs. HAIR: Auburn EYES: Violet ROLE: Assassin WEAPONS: Anelace, Throwing Knives, Bolo, Steel Knuckles, Crossbow, Longbow and Quiver of Arrows, Rifle, Flintlock SKILLS: El is the mastermind. She is more efficient and effective with longer range weapons as she does not have the strength to overpower a male opponent. However, she is quick, agile, and graceful. She has had the better part of her life to practice the art of stealth, cunning, and deadly aim. POWERS: N/A NOTORIETY LEVEL: 15% Low Guard Alert CHOSEN FATE: Villain
NAME: Esme Lenore Warwick ALIAS: Esme Creed AGE: 22 HEIGHT: 5'6" WEIGHT: 130 lbs. HAIR: Sable EYES: Blue ROLE: Hustler WEAPONS: Twin Rattlesnake Venom Tipped Stiletto SKILLS: Esme is the most theatrical of the four, able to adjust her demeanor to any given situation. She is very cunning, manipulative, and is able to place a small wager on just about anything to earn a quick pence. POWERS: N/A NOTORIETY LEVEL: 51% Medium/Moderate Guard Alert CHOSEN FATE: Villain
NAME: Claire Iris Warwick ALIAS: Claire Creed AGE: 20 HEIGHT: 5'4" WEIGHT: 125 lbs. HAIR: Chestnut EYES: Violet ROLE: Spy WEAPONS: An Array of Poisons, Sedatives, and Antidotes. Most Used Is A Vial of Belladonna Powder, Spyglass, Derringer SKILLS: Claire is the quiet one, and this trait has attributed to her contribution to the family. She is stealthy, inconspicuous, highly intelligent, sociable when it is needed, and very patient. These qualities also aided in her study of poisons and antidotes. POWERS: N/A NOTORIETY LEVEL: 12% Low Guard Alert CHOSEN FATE: Villain
NAME: Corrine Ivy Warwick ALIAS: Corri Creed AGE: 18 HEIGHT: 5'2" WEIGHT: 120 lbs. HAIR: Blush EYES: Blue ROLE: Thief WEAPONS: Pet Ferret, Loki SKILLS: Corri is the youngest, and she has earned respect amongst her sisters by thieving whatever is needed for them to survive, from money, to clothes, to food, even transportation and shelter. She is an accomplished pick pocket and lock pick. POWERS: N/A NOTORIETY LEVEL: 43% Medium/Moderate Guard Alert CHOSEN FATE: Villain
HISTORY: These four young women were born to Charles and Isabelle Warwick. Charles was a professional gambler, womanizer and proper rogue. Isabelle was a genuinely kind, spiritual woman who fell in love with the wrong kind of man. Seven years after Corri, the youngest, was born, Charles was arrested, and taken from their home in the middle of the night. He had finally gotten himself into trouble that he could not con himself out of. Isabelle did the best she could to raise and provide for her four daughters, but times were incredibly harsh, and after holding several jobs at once, she found the only way she could make a decent living was to sell her body at a local brothel. Unfortunately, six months afterward, Isabelle was grotesquely murdered by a psychotic medical man in a dark alley one night, leaving the girls to fend for themselves.
El, having been thirteen at the time, refused to allow her and her sisters to be forced into the custody of the orphanage, and so she had grown up quickly in order to provide for them. It had become second nature, living on the streets, scrounging for food and money, but El wanted better for her sisters, and she knew the only way for a woman to make good in a man's world without having to fall to the same fat as their mother, was to take what they wanted by force if necessary. El began grooming herself, conditioning her abilities with long range weaponry, going so far as to change their surname to avoid recognition by reputation. After making enough money to sustain her small family, she enlisted the second oldest, Esme, into her scheme.
Esme became quite profitable in her own right, using her pretty face and innocence to lure men into her dainty little hands, and milk them dry of every pence she could. Once that had grown old, she picked up on a few tricks of the trade to hustle money from those who believed they had knowledge, skill, and experience over her.
Claire definitely came into her trade on her own, after all, it had seemed so natural. She was able to spot a unsuspecting victim from a mile away within the year. This had lead to her infatuation with the curses and gifts of nature, poisons and the like...and ways to counteract them.
Last, but not least, Corri. While they all knew what they were doing was wrong, Corri wanted nothing more than to survive, and assist her sisters in doing so. One night, as she and her sisters were strolling through town, a young man bumped into Corri. She was surprised at how easily she was able to lift his watch and wallet without the man having even given her a backward glance. It was also through her tasks that she found and rescued her pet ferret, Loki, who became a constant companion and somewhat of a little guardian angel.
El, Esme, Claire and Corri have been living this way for a little over a decade now, but they are continuously sharpening their skills in the hopes that one day, they will be able to pilfer enough to retire them comfortably for the rest of their lives.
"Can he who was touched by the most profane ever truly find redemption?"
Name
Abraham Winters
Age
34
Height
6'3''
Weight
250 lbs
Role
Chosen One
Notoriety Level
(50% Medium Guard Alert)
Powers
Traversal, Bend Time, Void Gaze, Agility
Chosen Fate
(Undecided)
History
Abraham hails from the island of Tyvia but remembers very little of it as he was soon recruited for the Trials of Aptitude at a young age and would quickly become a stalwart example of an Overseer. Being adroit in blade and mind, he followed the seven strictures with the utmost devotion; he was the epitome of what the Abbey represented. And so it was only natural that the iconoclast that is The Outsider would mark him. Rejecting the power given to him and not wanting to give the otherworldly abomination the satisfaction of killing himself, Abraham would spend the next few weeks drudging up any information he could find in destroying the bond he now had with the monster. In his haste to be rid of his affliction, Abraham had been sloppy covering his tracks and so his brothers believed him to be attempting to win The Outsider's favor, and so he is now on the run from the newly empowered Abbey- desperate to get rid of these strange new powers. But as he learns more about these new abilities that have been bestowed upon him, the less willing he may be to give them up...
"Sometimes I think the birds are singing. Others, I am pretty sure they just scream."
Name
Samantha Ellenoure Cren (Culdivain)
Age
17
Height
4โ12 ft
Weight
110 lbs, somewhat petite and displaying little muscle mass
Role
Of Noble Blood
Notoriety Level
3%
Powers
Limited Possession:
Her primary means of performing sorcery, Samantha is able to merge herself โbody and mind- with that of both animals and, rarely, human beings. While generally speaking such an action is one of conscious intent, it can similarly occur involuntarily during moments of high adrenalin in which she will flee into the nearest susceptible host for an indeterminate allotment of time. Thus conveniently drawing oneself back to the primary drawback of such an ability: its unreliable nature. All manner of things can go wrong while controlling a host. She can mistake their thoughts for her own. She can find herself being trapped inside the body. She can even accidently slip out of it at inopportune moments. A sudden appearance that would likely lead to a bit more than mere idle gossip around the ballroom floor.
Innate Aura of Oddity:
Simply put, things just act strangely around her. And while, yes, this is not so much a power as it is a potentially life-threatening annoyance, one must digress. Every so often โgrowing more and more frequent and violent should she become emotionally distressed- the world will act in befuddling, often times disturbing, manners. Shadows might move out of the corner of oneโs eye, animals might growl or whimper, mirrors shatter, spoons bend, chairs piling themselves on tables while no one is looking. She has no control over these events -much less does she desire it. In a way, they are simply a constant reminder of the double life she is living. Perhaps that is exactly the reason they make themselves known.
Chosen Fate
((er- neither?))
History
Nothing ever really died in Dunwall.
Oh yes, the plague killed everything it touched. The beggars. The nobles. The clergy. It seemed even the void itself was permeated with its stench. A foul pestilence that rotted a thing to its core till it started crying tears of crimson blood. How poetic a death. How horrible a reality.
Yet, despite all of this, nothing ever really died. At least not for Samantha. No, to her, a young, carefree sixteen year old girl born to one of the most affluent families on the west side of the isles, the world remained the same just as it always had. There were reports of the mounting deaths, of the infestation, of the horrors of the burrows and slums. But those tales were just that, tales. They amounted to nothing more than the bedtime horrors of a child terrified of monsters under the sheets. They were not real. They were not true.
Then her father caught the plague and died.
The Abby seized the holdings of the Cren family, passing them off in a legally dubious manner โgiven the manโs wife and daughter, both still very much alive- to one sir Elcritch Culdivain, a former business associate. A man with all the moral compass of a lizard and all the lecherous intent of a snake. Samantha never did learn all of the details; however one did not have to be a true detective to determine the cause of her motherโs abrupt betrothal to the man followed up by a hasty wedding coming not three months of her late husbandโs funeral. Some might whisper at the dinners. Some might scoff. Some might frown with upturned noses as though to remove themselves from an un-detectable stench. Yet the woman had protected her daughter from the merciless world that awaited those destitute and claimless. And while they never spoke of it, Samantha hated her for it.
It was another four months before the outsider came to the girl in something almost akin to a dream. She was not given a choice. The mark was bestowed as would a brand. And the only remark the demon said as it smiled down on her horrified face?
โWell, this should certainly be interesting.โ
The next morning her mother and father-in-law discovered the distinctive tattoo. They did not turn the girl in to the abbey, Elcritch viewed such as political suicide, finding a heretic under his own roof. The man mused over cutting off her hand; only dissuaded from the notion by the realization that it would sully his chances of ever finding suitors for her -but still, it was not as if nothing could be done. They went to great lengths to hide her โdeformity.โ And, honestly, Samantha was thankful for them.
Dark magic was an evil thing. It was vile. It was corrupt. To have been touched by such a force- why, it was unspeakable. So she went about her life, hiding her left hand beneath a glove, or skin paint, or a stylish sleeve. Never showing, but always thinking. For while she distrusted them, she did use her abilities. While she loathed her, she had to trust her mother. While she missed him she had to ignore her father.
Because, after all. Nothing every really died in Dunwall.
