Full Name: Jeffery Ortegious.

Nicknames/Aliases: Jeff

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Occupation: Mercenary

Description:

He's slightly built with blue eyes, brown hair and a small stubble of hair growing onto his chin. A few scars cover his torso from past battles, but that's to be expected in his line of work.


Personality: Cool headed, blunt and a smart ass. He can be friendly at times, but that's only on his good days.

Skills: Excellent marksman, decent swords man and a fair brawler.

Weaknesses: An old wound to his knee from a past battle.

Brief History: Jeffery has lived and breathed within the world of smoke, fire and blood for his whole life. His parents were killed when he was just a few months old and was left in the care of his older sister, Hannah. Hannah raised Jeffery within a small group of hired soldiers as cook for the men. As they both aged within the group of mercenaries Jeffery took up lessons with a few of the soldiers and became handy with a rifle and sword. Once he reached the age of 16 he was allowed to fight along side his fellow hired soldiers in an upcoming job from a few nobles. They were victorious in their job, but as they returned to their camp they found nothing but death and ashes. The nobles who had hired his group seemed to want no traces of their involvement, so they had sent their small forces to attack their main camp while they were away and ambushed the weary and battered returning party. Jeffery barely escaped with his life, but his group was completely massacred. His sister was among the casualties. With sorrow poisoning his heart form such a great loss he set out on his own to fine a reason to keep going on. Two years have passed now and Jeffery has caught wind of a potential well paying job that resides in the city below the earth.

Other: Jeffery is a excellent cook and enjoys to cook for others. He is also not a fan of nobles

Full Name: ????

Nicknames/Aliases: The Furtive Technician,

Age: Appears in her late twenties, maybe early thirties.

Gender: Female

Occupation: A quick conversation would suggest that she was an individual with scientific and mechanical mind, the battered looking coat would suggest the uniform of the navy...though her generally worn out appearance would also hint to someone doing neither currently.

Description: The Furtive Technician stands at about 5'7, an angular-looking woman with long, blue-black hair. She has high, noticeable cheekbones and a naturally pale complexion. (Though that’s hardly strange in The Neath.)

She wears a long, rather battered looking coat that has something of the look admiralty about it. Much of her clothing does..though it seems like it has seen better days. In fact all of her looks a little bit dishevelled.

Apart from one thing. A pair of tinted glasses that obscure her eyes entirely from view. They’re a peculiar colour, almost purple in hue...is that irrigo?



Personality: The Furtive Technician can come across as a rather harsh and taciturn individual. She is more comfortable with objects than with people, and as such tends to relate to those around her in a way that’s more than a little unempathetic.

More than anything she’s clearly bothered by something. Nervous. Jumpy. Defensive. It’s quite clear she has something on her mind. Some kind of secret. Whether that’s a valuable one...or one better not passed on is anyone’s guess.

Skills: -Very high IQ and eidetic memory mean she has a great mind for facts and calculations.

Quick witted and fast on her feet.

-Appears to have a wealth of knowledge on scientific matters.

Weaknesses: - Appears to have nearly no wealth to her name whatsoever.

-Very touchy about anyone getting near her glasses.

-Doesn’t like anywhere too bright. Even a decent level of lamplight makes her notably uncomfortable.

-Might not actually be entirely sure what her name is.

Brief History: The Furtive Technician is newly disembarked from a tramp steamer into London, stopped briefly before heading further north toward Venderbight. They picked her up somewhere around the harbour at the Cumean Canal, though she doesn’t have the look of a surface-goer. She was very cagey about where she came from, paid her passage in small amount of glim, and avoided talking to anyone on the journey…. She also seemed to avoid sleeping and lamps of most kinds.

Upon arriving at Wolfstack a few days previous, the Technician disappeared into the crowds of the fifth city, and appears to have been loitering around since, looking tired and dishevelled, but also setting about with a sort of grim sense of purpose. What’s the Bottled Oblivion for?

Full Name: Helena Alys Kingsley

Nicknames/Aliases: The Dreaming Benefactress

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Occupation:

Description: Helena is not a terribly imposing creature, topping out at out an unintimidating 5'2. Her build is slim, with light curves on the hips and chest rather than any defined muscle and her face is heart-shaped and girlish, with a set of wide, blue-grey eyes.She has a mop of untidy, red hair, which falls for her lower back. She has very pale skin that is quite prone to burning. She has a notable scar on the one side of her face, neck and shoulder.

People often pick Helena out on her somewhat..idiosyncratic sense of fashion. The colours she picks rarely seem to match...nor follow any kin of earthly logic.

Personality:Unorthodox would be the polite way to describe Hel....weird would be the less polite way. She appears a bit peculiar. Many say that Helena seems to live in a world of her own, and in a way that could be said to be true. Helena does not view the world like others do, and her reactions are often seen as inappropriate by those around her.

Her behaviour is often thought of as weird, though does seem to follow some sort of logic…in Helena’s mind at any rate…it just tends not to be a level of logic that anyone else has ever encountered before. While it might not initially be clear, she is painfully shy and awkward around people, mainly due to an acute awareness of how people view her. This tendency to assume others think the worst of her often makes her seem rather aloof. Getting past the initial strangeness of the young woman, she is a pleasant, highly intelligent individual. She appreciates the friendship of others, even if it’s not always openly visible, and is very dedicated to those that she is close to.

Skills: -Seems to have an uncanny ability to find things...whether she was looking for them or not.

-Surprisingly intelligent.

Weaknesses: -Few notable talents or applicable trade skills.

- Has a honey habit that's gotten more than a little out of control.

Brief History:

Helena Kingsley is an oddity. A frequent sight along Landybones Road, not without reason, this apparently well-to-do young woman could, poor dress-sense notwithstanding, be taken for the heiress of a decent family.

This is not the case.

Her surname is little more than a fabrication it seems. For Miss Kingsley was adopted, and not just adopted, adopted by a devil of the brass embassy.

The folk of Ladybones Road enjoy chattering and swapping rumours, and there were more than a few about how a devil came to adopt a child. Some claim he took charge of her in exchange for a mother's soul, others that she was the offspring of some elicit relationship between a devil and a woman (was that even possible?). Certainly anyone might give a slight variation on the story. Helena is probably one of the less likely ones to give an answer.

The devil, a high-ranking official in the Brass Embassy, was certainly sufficiently well-heeled to provide his charge with anything she desired. She had no need to take up trade or education, and her infernal association was just open enough that she was not often invited to society parties, so she found herself at a loose end much of the time. Eventually reading and painting gave way to exploring the city, which gave way to forays into the use of Prisoner's Honey, which in turn gave way to a honey addiction. As it stands at present, Helena spends much of her time (and the funds gifted to her by her benefactor), seeking and consuming the stuff. Eventually it's going to land her in some trouble. One way or another.