[CHAR] 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

[Lady Absinthia]

Vera Munn

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Vera Munn

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Character Summary

Name: Vera Edith Munn
Aliases: The Librarian, Catastrophe
Age: 27
Birthday: September 25th, 1897
Ethnicity: Half British - Half Egyptian
Birth Place: London, England
Residence: Grand Continental Hotel, Presidential Suite
How Long In Cairo: 2 years
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Egyptology/Archeology
Occupation: Librarian - Museum Of Antiquities Cairo
Languages: English*, Egyptian Arabic*, Hebrew, Ancient Egyptian (Archaic through Late)

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Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115lbs
Build: Thin
Eyes: Hazel Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale with golden and olive undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears Pierced
Personal Style: Vera does not seem to worry about how she looks, more interested in what she knows. She tends to wear clothing that is a bit mannish in all honesty; opting for jodhpurs and oversized cardigans at times or just large dress shirts and a lower shin length simple skirt. Fashion is not a concern of hers but she will adorn the local wear from time to time when she feels like it.

While an attractive woman to some she tones down her looks because of her clothing, though not intentionally. It just doesn't concern her. Form and function. Her hair is usually kept pulled back with wisps of uncontrolled curls around her face or just left long down to the center of her back. She does wear make up but it is minimal; the most evident being the eye liner she will sometimes wear in small homage to her Egyptian heritage. (Because I mean come on, who doesn't love that look in the 1920's Egypt?)

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Psychology

Confident * Skittish * Passionate * Relentless * Enthusiastic * Clumsy

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Vera is a kind spirit who loves what she loves; Egypt. She is very devoted to her family and would be to her friends if she had any. She tries to find the good in situations but it not naive enough to believe that everyone has good within them. Relentless in her pursuits she is extremely passionate and enthusiastic when it comes to history, research, and artifacts. Perhaps she would be this way with people as well but she has little contact with them other than what is required from day to day.

A bit of a loner, she keeps to herself but much of that is because her nose is either in a book or because she is a bit of a klutz and tends to cause situations without even knowing it until it is too late. While very confidant in her abilities and her knowledge, she can be skittish at times and will cower back until forced with no other option than to deal with a situation personally. It is not that she is a coward, she just know where her skills lay and combat is not one of them. Her words are her sword and armor but she is well aware that a blade can pierce through them if she is not careful.

She is rather logical and resourceful when it comes to thing, trying to think outside the box if she can in situations and she never turns down a chance to actually get into the field and work hands on despite her fears. While not an Atheist she does not believe in fairy tales as she called them; she believes if she can see it and touch it, then it is real. Until that moment it is still up for debate.

Habits:

• Mumbling to herself when she reads
• Reading while she is walking around
• Biting her bottom lip
• Wringing her hands when nervous

Hobbies:

• Swimming
• Studying her Uncles Case

Fears:

• Scorpions
• Flying
• Never finding who she believe was her Uncles killer

Likes:

• Tea
• Egyptian Artifacts
• The smell of books
• Cats
• Talking about history
• Pointing out a mistranslation made by another

Dislikes:

• Anything that startles her
• Liars
• Thieves
• Grave Robbers
• Messes she causes on accident
• Vandals
• Those who refuse to see truth

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• R/W Ancient Egyptian
• R/W Hebrew
• Decipher hieratics
• Decipher hieroglyphics
• History (Ancient Egypt)
• Mythology (Ancient Egypt)
• Research
• Excavation
• Coding And Cataloging the Library System of Egyptian Museum

Combat Skills:

• Focus
• Mental Stamina
• Swimming
• Riding (Camel)
• Riding (Horse)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Calf length khaki skirt that buttons down the front with deep pockets on either side of the hips; brown leather belt; white oversized dress shirt with grey pin-striping; black silk scarf; reading glasses (even though she doesn't need them); low healed black and white shoes
• Gold necklace with locket that holds a picture of her mother on one side and her father on the other
• Gold earrings with black onyx stone
• Purse - small comb, her papers, passport, some money, key to her hotel room, fountain pen
• Several pieces of blank paper
• Piece of charcoal wrapped in wax paper

Residence:

• Archeologist kit
• Uncles Case File - Death papers, interviews she has conducted and so forth
• Books on Egypt
• Typewriter
• Picture of her Parents
• Picture of her Uncle and her at KV62
• Clothing
• Uncles Papers
• Notes from work
• Trunk of Family Mementos
• Egyptian Mau named Merneith

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: Vera had always been intrigued, if not completely obsessed, with Egypt since she was a small girl. When Carter, who was funded by her uncle, was growing close to what he felt was a discovery she pleaded with her Uncle to let her join him in Egypt. He agreed and she was on her way; taking a job at the Egyptian Museum.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Vera was born in London England. Her father was an archeologist and her mother was an Egyptian that he met on a dig in Thebes. She grew up with a simple life in London, going to school and her parents indulging her every desire to learn more about her mothers native land; making sure she could speak both her parents languages fluently as she grew up. Vera adored every moment of it, her nose usually in a book than doing anything else.

Her parents preferred it that way, she was never a graceful child. Seemingly always a clutz on some level but they could never be sure if that was just because she had two left feet or simply the effect of her having said nose in a book as she walked and never paying attention to anything else going on around her. Either way, she learned the basics - Riding, Swimming - but other than that she spent her time either in school or studying Egypt on her own.

When she was in her first year at Whitelands College, studying to be a teacher, her parents were killed in a plane crash on their way back from Egypt on Holiday. Vera was crushed but her uncle quickly took her under his wing and ensured that she finished her education. She took a job teaching after college but was never satisfied with it. She wanted to be in the field. It wasn't until later on when her uncle finally agreed, that she would be able to leave England and peruse something closer to where her passion lay; Egypt.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: It has been interesting to say the least. She was privileged to be one of the first to see within KV62 and all the wonders it held. When her uncle died though things changed. It didn't stop her love of Egypt, in fact it fueled it. She wanted and still wants to prove that it wasn't some silly curse that took her uncle from this world but hard facts and science. Yet being a woman provides many limitations even if her uncle made sure she was financially secure before he passed. She has continued to work for the museum since then, trying to figure out just exactly what did happen. Thankfully the curator feels like he owes her uncle and keeps her on staff. (Otherwise she would have been fired for being a clutz the day the man died.)

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Extras

Character Quote:

• I... am a librarian.
• You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself always get their comeuppance. Always.
• Have you got any bright ideas?
• It's not stealing, it's borrowing.
• Patience is a virtue.
• Oops...
• It was an accident!
• No harm ever came from reading a book.

Theme Song: Kate Bush - Egypt
"I cannot stop to comfort them.
I'm busy chasing up my demon.
Oh, I'm in love with Egypt."
Anything Else:

• Isis
• Enter Eden
• The woman cannot hold her liquor
• Is right handed

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Relations/Clues

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The Notebook

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Vera Munn

"Did I do that?"

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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☯ Harry Walsh ☯
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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☯ Haakon Elvsgaard ☯
"Oh yes, he is a journalist. We have spoken on occasion."

Vera has spoken to Mr. Elvsgaard once or twice, she can't rightly recall; her nose was buried in a book at the time. He asked about her family, the dig, the rumors and such. She told him what she knew factually but anything that was question about rumors, fantasy, hokum, she just ignored. She doesn't believe in such things and did not want to perpetuate them further.

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☯ Josephine Clark ☯
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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☯ Nora Kingston ☯
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❦ Reginald Keystone ❦
"Uncle Regi, I broke something else..."

Reginald has always been a close friend to the family but when Vera lost her parents and uncle he stopped in to fill the void. They speak frequently and she visits him often at the Barracks for dinner. The two have grown close over the last year and she beyond grateful he is there for her.

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☯ Lauren Ridgeway ☯
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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☯ Aziza Tarek ☯
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☯ Abbas Zien ☯
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♡/☣ William Drake ☣/♡
"That beastly American is a scoundrel, a cad, and down right handsome! What? I didn't say handsome, I said handful!"

Vera was none to pleased to be assigned as Williams liaison to the Egyptian Museum when he came out to Cairo for the purposes of "archeology"; given the assignment because he was an American and she was a woman. The two have butted heads constantly but there have been some interesting slips as of late that has the museum gossiping somewhat. It doesn't help that she gets all flustered around him and blushes from time to time.

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Lord Carnarvon And The Udjtat

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[Pundii]

Harry Walsh

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Harry Walsh

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Character Summary

Name: Harold Alexander Walsh MC
Aliases: Harry, Sarge, H
Age: 26
Birthday: October 13th, 1898
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Gloucestershire, England
Residence: Gheit el Idda, apartment on Shari Hasen El Akbar 3rd block from corner of Shari Abdin.
How Long In Cairo: Two Weeks
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: British Army Sergeant - Retired, Freelance Author
Languages: English (Natural), Egyptian Arabic (Bits and Pieces)

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Appearance

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180lbs
Build: Athletic, Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Light Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scarred left Thigh
Personal Style: Practicality is what Harry looks for above all else in his clothing. He is generally in simple and comfortable outfits, and doesn't particularly have much variation between those outfits. He isn't one to go out of his way and look particularly dolled up for the occasion, and he's quite content to put on the same shirt from the day before as opposed to getting a new one. In the cold, he generally wears his old army jacket, but otherwise dresses in simple, civilian clothing.

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Psychology

Humorous * Crude * Chivalrous * Blunt * Creative * Regretful

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Harry is generally a fairly friendly and boisterous fellow. He has a good sense of humour and strives in most interactions to make those he is with laugh, as something of a comedian, he manages to find something to laugh about in almost any situation. Harry does, however, swear like a sailor - a result of his military life, he has next to no censor and will spout off expletive after expletive at the drop of a hat. Raised to be a proper gentleman, Harry is particularly polite and helpful towards members of the opposite sex, and will generally strive to help women in any way he is able.

Again an offset of his military life, Harry can be particularly blunt and straight-forward at times, not particularly caring as to whether he may offend someone or not when bringing up an issue or problem. Between his musical, literary and artistic talents, Harry is an incredibly creative man who strives to take part in any form of the arts, while dedicating most of his time to literary pursuits. Behind his generally happy exterior however, a great deal of regret and sorrow lingers within Harry, which is usually not witnessed by those around him, unless they are particularly close.
Habits:

• Biting his lip
• Scratching his chin

Hobbies:

• Sketching

Fears:

• Loud Bangs (explosions and such)
• Thick Smoke (Or gas)
• The Smell of Garlic or Mustard

Likes:

• Tea
• Cats
• Cheap Liquor
• Spiced Food
• Books
• History

Dislikes:

• Bullies
• Conflict
• Scorpions
• Planes
• Whistles
• Snobby people

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Research
• Planning
• Leadership
• Maintenance (Weapons)
• Music (Piano)
• Cool-headedness
• History
• Investigation
• Navigation

Combat Skills:

• Mental Stamina
• Rifles
• Swords
• Riding (Horse)
• Athletics

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - White shirt with rolled sleeves, brown trousers and boots, military jacket in the cold
• Purse/Wallet - British money, Egyptian Money, Passport, Military papers
• Silver Signet Ring
• Colt M1911
• Two Magazines of Ammunition
• Note Book
• A few pencils
• Rolling papers
• Tobacco
• Lighter Marked with '2nd Mounted'

Residence:

• SMLE Mkiii* - Engraved with 'Hazza'
• Picture of his unit
• Military Cross
• Old Journal
• Collection of sketchbooks
• Collection of notebooks
• History Books
• Spare Ammunition
• Spare Clothing
• Typewriter
• Horse - 'Roach'

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: Harry is in Cairo revisiting sites he was involved in during the Great War, so as to draw them after the war has ended, and gain some further inspiration to put into the writing of his book and memoir. He is also particularly interested in absorbing much of the culture and history which he had little chance to enjoy the last time he had been in Egypt.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Born to a particularly well-off family in Gloucester, Harold Alexander Walsh was graced with a relative abundance of schooling from a young age. Learning to read, write and even hunt before he was a teenager, Harry had a particularly sheltered life at home, away from any of the troubles of the world or struggles. His parents were particularly proud of the path he was on throughout most of his young life, a budding artist, it was their hope that he would go off to university and eventually make a name for himself, unfortunately, that was not to be.

At the age of seventeen, Harry signed up with the British Expeditionary Forces to fight in the Great War, falsifying his enlistment papers considering he was under the age of eighteen. Signing up with the cavalry, Harry was assigned to the 2nd South Western Mounted Brigade and sent off to training in Southern England. He completed his training and in late 1915 was sent to Egypt to fight the Ottomans. Harry spent much of the war in Egypt and the Sinai Desert, being wounded twice, once by shrapnel and once by Mustard Gas, he was eventually awarded the Military Cross for Valour, after leading a charge against an Ottoman trench.

Harry managed to live through the war, being sent to the Western front in 1918 to help break through the last of the German defenses. Returning home when so many of his local friends had not, he struggled to readjust to civilian life. Eventually, he learned the best way to cope with his stress and 'battle fatigue' as doctors referred to it was through the arts, via music, writing and drawing, he began to cope better with his stress. Eventually, he came up with the idea of writing a memoir of his war experience, setting out to the battlefields he fought at for further inspiration.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Harry has spent time moving back and forth from the city of Cairo itself and the outlying battlefields and war graves, sketching the areas he's fought at and jotting down notes of memories as they come to him. He's enjoyed much of the Egyptian night life, frequenting a few local bars and night-markets, while visiting the local libraries and museums from time to time during the day.

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Extras

Character Quote: 'I'm only starting to learn what 'survive' means.'
Theme Song: It's a Long Way to Tipperary - Robert Mandell
Anything Else:

• Ra
• Ricas
• He is Lucas Walsh's Great-great Uncle

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Relations

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The Notebook

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Harry Walsh

"Only the dead have seen the end of war."

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║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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Symbol Vera Munn Symbol
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Symbol Haakon Elvsgaard Symbol
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Symbol Josephine Clarke Symbol
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Symbol Nora Kingston Symbol
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Symbol Reginald Keystone Symbol
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Symbol Laura Ridgeway Symbol
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☯/✿ Aziza Tarek ✿/☯
"A few years ago and we lads only dreamt of beauties like her around here."

Harry and Aziza met by chance one night when he was out in the city, enjoying the night and taking a break from his writing. He enjoyed her performance, and after speaking with her afterward became somewhat enchanted with the woman. He is now a regular at many of her shows, and tends to speak with her over a drink after most of them.

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Symbol Abbas Zien Symbol
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Symbol Characters Name Symbol
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Lord Carnarvon And The Udjtat

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[ONL]

Haakon Johann Elvsgaard

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Haakon Johann Elvsgaard

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Character Summary

Name: Haakon Johann Elvsgaard
Aliases: Blondie, Johnny, John & Fish Eater
Age: 29
Birthday: September 9th, 1895
Ethnicity: Norwegian
Birth Place: Drammen, south-eastern Norway
Residence: Grand Continental Hotel Suite 251
How Long In Cairo: One month
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Journalism/Political science
Occupation: Journalist for ‘Dagbladet’ (Norwegian equivelant of The Daily Mail)
Languages: Norwegian* & English*

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Appearance

Height: 5’8’’
Weight: 178lbs
Build: Average
Eyes: Dark green
Hair: Dark blonde
Skin Tone: Light, though showing signs of toning
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: Haakon, though by no means a rich man, likes to clothe himself in somewhat fashionable clothing, preferably a British style. An ironed shirt, jacket and suit pants, mostly clean and polished leather shoes. And to top it all, a well-worn fedora that has followed him through his short-lived career. At least that’s when he has time to clean and maintain it all. As for his hair, he prefers to keep it well trimmed and short, keeping it neatly hidden underneath that fedora of his. Another reason for wearing it is because of the shade it gives in the unrelenting heat of Egypt.

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Psychology

Sociable* Overly curious * Brave * Tall-taled * Quick-headed * Easily offended

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Haakon is well aware of the position he has reached within the few years after his graduation, and he isn’t one to hide it well either. He’s a guy for talking, and talking well about himself whenever he can, as if he’s afraid that he’ll be forgotten in a few years. It doesn’t matter if he adds a few details or retracts a few, as long as it puts him in a better position there and then. And if he has to push somebody else down further than himself to accomplish this, then so be it.

Now, it has to be said that there is a reason for his said position; even if Haakon is tall-talled and bragging, he is smart. Put into a situation he needs to get out off or solve, he’ll be quick enough to find a solution, be it a smart plan or not, but a plan he’ll come up with. Pulling off something unorthodox is also a characteristic of his, one that actually helped him get his promotion that he so often brags about. He won’t shy away from talking with you and getting you to say something, whether or not you intended it in the first place. A friendly smile and an interesting accent helps with that.

Habits:

• Taking off his fedora and ruffling his hair
• Whistling some old tune from home
• Writing down his thoughts on his notepad

Hobbies:

• Skiing
• Reading foreign newspapers
• Writing very vauge notes for his own, future biography

Fears:

• Being exposed for his bragging
• Bats
• Isolation

Likes:

• Snow
• A scoop
• Friendly company
• Liquor
• Being right
• Writing

Dislikes:

• The unbearable heat of North Africa
• Germans
• Unfruitful periods of work-time
• Overly spiritual people
• Psuedoscience
• Rice

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Speed-Typewriting
• Critical fact-checking
• International Relations
• Scetching
• Geography (‘Modern’ world)
• Basic camera-handling and photograph-developing
• German speaking and understanding

Combat Skills:

• Physical stamina
• Running
• Skiing
• Projectie weapon – M1893 Nagant Revolver

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing – Light brown fedora; regular sized, white shirt with two upper buttons unbuttoned; dark brown full-lenght pants, folded up a few times in the heat; dark, light brown leather shoes; white socks; small, leather satchel slung over his shoulder containing several items;
• Wallet w/; cash (Norwegian Kroners and British Pounds); Journalist/Identity Card.
• Kodak camera c1920
• 1893 Nagant Revolver w/ 6 bullets loaded
• 12 additional bullets
• Notepad
• Several pencils
• Water flask
• Passport (Norway)
• Pocket watch

Residence:

• Travel guides to the Kingdom of Egypt
• Typewriter
• Photography-developtment tools
• Short casefile of deaths associated with the Pharao Curse
• Suitcase
• Several remedies for sun burns
• Notes of various kinds, both relevant and not

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: After having impressed the editor of the nation-wide Norwegian newspaper ‘Dagbladet’ a few times, Haakon was offered to follow a story that he was promised «Would make his career secure». It was about the various deaths that followed in the wake of The Pharao’s Curse, and the newspaper was not going to let any other Norwegian news-outlet get the scoop first; the latest event that took place was the mysterious stealing from the late Lord Carnarvon’s grave, and so Haakon hoped he would spend a few months in lovely Britain to investigate and write the story of his life.

Of course the editor left out the part that Haakon would be travelling to Egypt, not Britian as if the next grand event would take place at the very source of all this. But there he is, trying to interview people and dig up clues to write this article; an article that will once and for explain these mysterious events. And give him a fair payment of course.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Being born and growing up in a relatively small, industrial city in Norway gave Haakon very slim chances for an ambitious future; his father was a factory worker in one of the countless mills that dotted the river running through Drammen. His mother was mostly out cleaning the factory owner’s home, and only secondly at home to take care of the family. It was then left to their grandfather to take care of those at home; Haakon and his two little sisters. One of the many pasttimes of the family would be to have their grandfather read from the newspapers; even if it was an old one or already read, Haakon wanted to hear what was happening out in the world.

That eager for knowledge followed Haakon into school, and proved valuable for his otherwise bleak future. He learned quickly to read and write, and his texts easily surpassed those of his classmates, both to the dismay and joy of his parents. Joy because of their son’s accomplishments, but dismay because they feared he couldn’t follow what his dream was now forming to be; to be a journalist. For many years that dream was only that, a dream, as Haakon followed in his father’s footsteps working in the mill to save up for university, which was far from cheap. But he wasn’t idle either, oh no; he did his best to write short articles and the likes to the local papers, some of which he actually got published although not often recognized for.

At the age of 22, Haakon and his parents had saved up enough funds for their son to go to university in Oslo to study journalism. They feared, perhaps Haakon the most out of them all, that he wouldn’t survive the life of the academics, very different from a workman’s life. Once again, Haakon showed a surprising ability to prove everybody wrong as heg ot decent grades and praise for his work, until he could finally walk out of the university with an actually degree. It wasn’t long after that he was offered a job at ‘Dagbladet’, a nationwide, liberal news-outlet; he just did have a praisable position to speak of for the coming years. It wasn’t until he by sheer luck managed to be at the right place at the right time when the Beer Hall Putch took place in Munich and he was able to report on it first-hand. After that, everything was looking up for him.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: The first thing that Haakon noticed when he set foot in Egypt, was the damning heat. The summers at home were warm, fair enough, but the kind of heat that poured down on him from all direction was almost unbearable for the norseman. But against all odds, he managed to percevere in the Orient, a place nobody he knew or knew him had set foot. As for the case he’s writing on, he doesn’t have too much to brag about. Only a few fleshed-out interviews with people connected with the Tutankhamon-excevation and assosiates of the late Lord Carnvarnon, though nothing solid so far. But it’s better than nothing, and having a reporter on the field gives his editor at him the reason for him staying there, for now.

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Extras

Character Quote: «You call that {insert something descriptive}? That’s nothing compared to what we have back home!»
«There’s always a story, if you keep digging and poking around.»
«Fordømte varme…jeg trenger snø.»
Theme Song: Queen - I want it all
Anything Else:

• Deep One Rising
• Sheshat

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Relations & Clues

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The Notebook

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Haakon Johann Elvsgaard

"Haakon Elvsgaard, The Norwegian Dagbladet, pleased to meet you. Could I ask you a few questions?"

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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☯ Vera Munn ☯
"The lady working at the museum? She surprised me with her actuall knowledge."

Seen as Haakon was in Cairo to investigate the mysterious events unfolding, he knew of a few ways of getting information; one such place was the museum, one of the places those involved with KV62 worked or buzzed around. He did not expect to forward his questions to a lady in a museum out of all places, but she responded well enough to without any nonsense. Every other theory or small hint of unexplainable clues, she simply passed over her head, which was fair enough for Haakon.

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☯ Harry Walsh ☯
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☯ Haakon Johann Elvsgaard ☯
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✿ Josephine Clarke ✿
"I’ve been honoured to be in the company of Miss Clarke; she’s a friendly face in a strange world, and I’m writing an article about her! "

One of the last things Haakon expected to find in Cairo, was a famous movie star that just so happened to be in the middle of a scandal. Josephine Clarke; beautiful, talented, clever and sociable, what was there not to like? It was another scoop to make for Haakon, but the two found a good tone and remained what one would call friends. But that doesn’t stop him from writing about her ever so much as before.

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☯ Nora Kingston ☯
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☯ Reginald Keystone ☯
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☯ Laura Ridgeway ☯
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☯ Aziza Tarek ☯ "Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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☯ Abbas Zien ☯ "Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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[Lady Absinthia]

Aziza Tarek

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Aziza Tarek

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Character Summary

Name: Aziza Bastet Tarek
Aliases: Azi, Godiva
Age: 24
Birthday: October 13th, 1899
Ethnicity: Egyptian
Birth Place: Al-Fayoum, Faiyum, Egypt
Residence: Gheit el Idda, apartment on Shari Muhammad Akbar 6th block from corner of Shari Abd El Aziz
How Long In Cairo: 8 years
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Belly Dancer/Information Acquisition Specialist - Alf Leyla Salah at Opera Square
Languages: Egyptian Arabic*, Hebrew*, English

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Appearance

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115lbs
Build: Slender/Toned
Eyes: Crystal Blue
Hair: Ash Brown
Skin Tone: Tanned Porcelain
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Lobes on each ear twice and cartilage on left ear are pierced as well as her left nostril and belly button. She has an intricate tattoo that rides from her waste and down along her upper left thigh; only the top part is exposed when she is in costume. Her skin has a few faded scars that she will not speak about.
Personal Style: Being a woman who was stripped of everything she had she has become a bit of a fashionista at this point in her life. She loves to find new and interesting ways to update her traditional costumes when on stage and incorporate it into her acts. Though while not overly fond of dresses she is limited because of her profession and the current styles as well as acceptability of such things as slacks on women in this part of the world (More so than perhaps in other nations.)

When not working she will wear the latest trend if she can. Her heels tend though to be a little higher than most womens, wanting the added height they provide. She will wear intricate henna on her hands and up her wrists most of the time and accent her eyes with dramatic make up. When though she can ride you will find her in a split of what she may wear. When just riding she will wearing riding pants and boots but when she is practicing she will adorn a traditional costume; wanting to ensure she knows how her skirts and veils will flow during each trick.

Her hair usually worn down or just lightly pinned back with a comb. While on stage she will wear extravagant head dresses that keep her hair out of her face while she performs but let it fall down the length of her back and below from there.

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Psychology

Caring * Blunt * Compassionate * Quick-Tempered * Enchanting * Calculating

Sexuality: Omnisexual
Relationship Status: Divorced (Husband divorced her)
Personality: Aziza has a dual personality, or at least it can seem that she does. When working she is charismatic to the patrons and down right enchanting when performing. She is bright and seductive when on stage, knowing best when the flash of a smile or smoltry look of her eyes is most needed. She knows hot to look at someone and see through their facades while keeping her wall up tight. She has a caring and compassionate side to her that helps her in her work but she also knows how to use this to her advantage; calculating in her every move and thought.

Thought on the flip side she is quick to anger and very blunt; which in this day and age has worked against her many times. Yet she has learned to bite her tongue and use her quick-wits to smooth over situations that could quickly escalate to something far worse than just a mere exchange of words. If she had not been born a woman she would have done well in politics without question. Outside of work she keeps her walls up as much as she does when in the bar. Ever cautious of men that approach her and not trusting them usually because of her past.

Habits:

• Winking
• Biting her bottom lip
• Rolling her eyes

Hobbies:

• Gymnastics
• Henna

Fears:

• Being buried alive
• Suffocation
• Being stones to death

Likes:

• Coffee
• Reading
• New Music Trends
• New Dance Trends
• Riding
• A Good Laugh

Dislikes:

• Sugar or milk in her coffee (It isn't tea folks!)
• Extremists
• Hypocrites
• Religion
• Wet Weather
• Her Ex-Husband

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General World Skills:

• Dance
• Singing
• Henna
• R/W English
• Gymnastics
• Diplomacy
• Facade
• People Reading
• Acute Observation

Combat Skills:

• Trick Riding (Horse)
• Knife (Throwing)
• Breaking and Entering
• Stamina
• Flexibility

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Currently she is adorned in a bronzed belly dancer dress, barefooted
• Purse/Wallet - Money, key for home, ID Papers (False birth location), papers for her horse, small throwing blade
• Gold arm band
• Gold ankle bracelet
• Various gold bangles
• Gold and pearl earrings
• Sheer bronze veil
• Matching bronze shoes in her dressing room
• Headdress
• Necklace

Residence:

• Numerous Costumes/Veils
• Veils
• Extensive collection of coin belts
• Collection of Jewelry
• Henna materials
• The piece of cloth they wrapped her son in when he was born
• Various sets of shoes
• Hair combs
• Head dresses
• Trick Riding Gear for Horse
• Arabian Stallion named Drahl

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: After her husband divorced her and took her son away from her she was forced out of her home town by the populace. She was left no choice but to leave, being run out of her town and away from the only life she had ever known as the stones hit her trying to kill her before she could leave. She traveled to Cairo in hopes of a new life and perhaps one day leaving the country to start life a new.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Aziza was born far more pale skinned than her siblings with rare blue eyes. She was the apple of her mothers eye and a treasure for her father; monetarily that was. The youngest of six children and the only daughter in a devote Muslim family who were known for their fine line of Arabian Horses. She was raised to know all that a wife should know; cleaning, wifely duties, though her father did allow her to learn trick riding to better show the ability of her families steeds. Though her mother, behind her fathers back taught her how to read and write both Egyptian Arabic and Hebrew. (Her grandmother had been born a Jew and forced to convert) What little free time she had she spent singing and dancing to pass the time, often entertaining her family and her families guests.

At the age of 14, Aziza was married off to a local politician to be his forth wife. He was much older than she, older than her father even. He found her beauty alluring, her voice and dance mesmerizing, and her eyes enchanting. His other three wives had yet to produce a male heir for him and he hoped with the rarity of her eye color it would transpose into a son for him. A gem to give him one he could pass the family name and wealth down to. Within a year of the arranged marriage, Aziza had indeed produced a male heir and her husband could not have been happier. Because of this she was put as the most prized wife and the other wives plotted against her to have her removed from the household. Gossip travels fast and by the time her son was a year old the elders of the city were convinced that she had an affair. Her husband divorced her quickly and refused to let her take his only son with her.

The city planned and tried to stone her to death the morning she fled the area on foot. They cracked several of her ribs, broke her arm and nose before she managed to escape with only the clothing on her back. Having no where to turn and no one she could go to she set out to try to survive but there was not much for a woman with no male with her. For a time she resorted petty theft to survive and at night practiced with knives so that if should ever someone try to lay their hands on her again she would have a way to defend herself. There was not much else she could practice. She slowly worked her way north until she reached Cairo.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: When she arrived in Cairo she found a small bar that was willing to put her up in exchange for work. She started scrubbing and cleaning but one night the owner heard her singing to herself and decided she could be better put to use on stage. From there she was schooled in the art of belly dancing, gathering information that could be sold through observation, how to read people, how to keep people from reading her, and more.

Little by little she was able to stash away money and was eventually taken under the wing of a former British officer who was able to see behind the cold and to the pain within her. He was kind and taught her English, putting her up in a better life style and helping opening the door for her in a more predominant area of the city; even purchasing her a horse at one point so that she could ride once again.

He passed away sadly two years ago and while she is still doing well for herself, she yet does not have enough to flee the country to try to find a life away fully from her past. She spends her evenings working and her days rehearsing and practicing. She still thinks of her son each and every day, hoping one day she will see him again but she rests no hope in that.

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Character Quote: What are you fighting for?
Theme Song: Burn With Me - Amaranthe (Acoustic)
Anything Else:

• Where's My Gun
• Isis
• She is Zatara Lyo's Great-Great Grandmother
• She is Left Handed

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Aziza Tarek

"One day I will see my son again."

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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☯ Vera Munn ☯
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☯/✿ Harry Walsh ✿/☯
"Yes, I know him. Very kind man it seems, he has come to the club several nights to see my shows."

While Aziza does not know Mr. Walsh very well she has spoken to him several times, meeting him one evening after her performance. He bought her a drink and they spoke for some time. Since that night she has seen him on several occasions, all at her work, and enjoyed their time together. While not friends, there is a bud beginning to blossom.

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☯ Haakon Elvsgaard ☯
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☯ Josephine Clark ☯
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✿ Reginald Keystone ✿
"It started with a slap, it progressed to a hug."

First meetings can be tense, especially when some old coot wanders up and inquires how much it would take for her to satisfy a rare event. (If you catch my drift.) Such a proposition ended with her slapping him across the face and then directing him to a woman of looser morals, among other things. That was seven years ago though and since then the two have actually become quite close. Not that close mind you but they talk and he attends her shows from time to time. When Harry came to town she wondered if he was truly as upstanding as he appeared, knowing the Lord Major seems to have paid off. He has requisitioned the retired Sergeants military records for her. Such a darling.

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✿ Lauren Ridgeway ✿
"It is nice to have a female friend to which I can go out with to enjoy the day."

Though Lauren has only been in town a short time, her and Aziza are decently close working in the same establishment. Aziza helps Lauren understand the locals and the two spend time complaining about patrons that get on their nerves or going out shopping before their evening shifts. They have fun together and it is nice for Aziza to be able to speak to someone of her own gender; most local women avoid her because of her divorced status...

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☢ Abbas Zien ☢
"He is the son of a godless pig!"

Aziza had the misfortune of running into Abbas at one point during her travels when he was still with the Foreign Legion. He stole everything from her and would have the clothing off her back hadn't she finally swung at him with a small knife. What little money she had scrounged together was now gone and she was forced to start from nothing again. Last she heard he was rotting in prison and she couldn't be happier about it.

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☯ William Drake ☯
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Lord Carnarvon And The Udjtat

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[FantasyChic]

Josephine Clarke

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Josephine Clarke

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Character Summary

Name: Josephine Clarke
Aliases: Jo, Jojo, Jo Darling
Age: 25
Birthday: February 15, 1899 (Starting day of the RP is Oct 3rd, 1924)
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Chicago, IL
Residence: Garden City - Manasterly Bldg. No. 2 Ahmed Pasha - 8 Bedroom
How Long In Cairo: 2 Weeks
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Actress
Languages: English (Fluent), French (Learning)

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Appearance

Height: 5 feet, 7 inches
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Slender and curvy
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Blonde
Skin Tone: Cream
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears Pierced
Personal Style: If all the world is a stage, Josephine dresses the part no matter the situation. Never one to not impress with her sense of style, she enjoys wearing dresses, skirts, and tunics, in Paris style or otherwise. Weather permitting, she also doesn't leave home without her fur coat. She will wear a hat occasionally, but prefers to have her hair out. She also loves wearing her heels and hose, in case a man ever came looking.

While in Egypt, the weather would call for lighter clothing while still maintaining the modesty of a lady. She enjoys wearing Pajama Pant leg pants, blouses, and the occasional scarf thrown over as well as simple heels or flats while she traverses the Egyptian country. She still has her Parisian dresses should it be needed. She has a swimsuit as well, a light blue Catalina suit. She wears make-up, as a rule, usually eyeliner, a light blush and lipstick in red or pink.

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Psychology

Seductive * Conceited * Focused * Meddlesome * Resourceful * Hedonistic

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single, but looking Darling
Personality: Josephine is a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go get it. While some women may be passive, Josephine prefers being in your face, whether it is using her charm, beauty, or some other devious tactic to get what she desires. She isn't afraid to put someone in their place if she feels they crossed a line and she is really interested in one person: herself. If Josephine isn't happy, those around her aren't either.

Despite the typical Hollywood diva-like behavior, Josephine is resourceful and smart, but sometimes she is too smart for her own good, often landing her in hot water. She has had the good press as well as bad. She knows she is attractive and uses that to her advantage more times than not, playing up the "helpless" female role to get men to do her bidding. This has caused many a female to look at Josephine with both hatred and admiration. She is an advocate for woman's rights though and aims to make it her platform wherever she goes.
Habits:

• Calls everyone "Darling"
• Puts her hair behind her ears when deep in thought

Hobbies:

• Dancing
• Music
• Drinking
• Movies

Fears:

• Spiders
• Falling
• Being Buried Alive

Likes:

• Acting
• Fashion
• Men
• Chocolate
• Roses
• Sex

Dislikes:

• Paparazzi
• Slander
• Being called "Doll"
• Women who don't want more in life
• Insects
• Typical Chauvanism

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General World Skills:

• Smooth-Talk
• Seduction
• Theatrics
• Eavesdropping
• Searching (Investigating)
• Memorization
• Social Perceptiveness
• Singing - Soprano
• Whistling

Combat Skills:

• Swimming
• Pistols
• Riding (Horse)
• Physical Stamina
• Mental Stamina

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Light Pink and White Silk Blouse, Black Wide Legged Pants, Black Simple Heels, Black Short Scarf
• Purse - Money ($100 British Sterling), Comb, Pocket Mirror, Lipstick, Passport
• White Diamond Earrings
• Perfume
• Colt 1908 Vest Pocket (6 Rounds)
• Black Cigarette Holder
• Cigarettes
• Dark Wood Lighter
• Pencils
• Notebook

Residence:

• Money - $200 British Sterling (Tucked Away)
• Extra Clothing - Includes dresses, swimsuit, hats, etc.
• Women's Fashion Magazines
• Scripts for Current Projects
• Grandfather's Lucky Gold Pocket Watch
• Jewelry Box - Contains few necklaces, earrings, and rings
• Photograph of Grandfather
• Few mystery novels
• Extra Pistol Rounds (about 10)
• Her Awards

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: Due to a bit of scandal back home, most notably the article circulating that Josephine was caught with another woman's husband (pure hogwash!), it was hinted that she lay low for a while. Rather than being cooped up at home with nothing to do, her grandfather suggested she go see the world, travel a bit. He suggested Egypt, having been there before, and went on about it's history, it's museums and entertainment, and she was sold, anything to get away from the press for a bit.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Josephine was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Born to a wealthy family, Josephine wanted for very little growing up. However, the high life is often seen as more glamorous than it was and Josephine's home life was filled with much-to-dos and busywork, specifically, vocal lessons, riding lessons, decorum. She was sent to the best schools and was under harsh scrutiny to live up to their family name and be the perfect wife when the time came.

Despite all of this, Josephine had dreams of her own. She wanted to be on stage for the world to see. She grew up with stars in her eyes. Though her parents tried to dissuade her, it was her grandfather who urged her to follow her dream.

Due to her family's wealth, she was pretty well-known in some circles and all it took was a few string pulling for her to get on stage for the first time. With nothing but her hope (and some of her grandfather's money) she made her way to Hollywood. The bright lights and dark corners soon became her home and it swept her up quickly. A young girl, blonde and beautiful, critics would eat her up. She was cast in a small role in a drama film and the audience loved her. Screen tests proved successful and tons of agents wanted her. She signed up with the best offer and Jo Darling was born!

She quickly made a name for herself as an actress most notably playing the critical love interest or the femme fatale. It was during these roles that she learned how to operate a gun. She was matched for each role and things seemed to be going up and up.

Of course, Hollywood doesn't always cherish its residents and she was met with hatred and insults, women who disliked what she stood for as a poor role model, men who wanted her over their wives. These fueled Josephine more to prove that she was capable of dealing with it. She learned hard the use of secrets in the glamor and found herself able to pick out secrets with some good old fashioned snooping and listening. Using her resources, some flattery, and flirting, she got around most obstacles in her way.

It wasn't until the fateful day she was caught with another woman's husband, a fellow actress no less, that it was time for a new surrounding. With her Grandfather's blessing (and his pistol and pocket watch, along with the training to master both) she made her way to Egypt for rest and relaxation.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Though only here for a short time, she has grown fond of the place. It's full of mystery and wonder and it is a far cry from Hollywood. She was treated well by the residents (some even recognizing her), but she made sure to tell everyone who she was and make sure they knew they were dealing with a high profile lady. She expects lots of relaxing, maybe some nights out for drinks with some handsome men, and some fun while on this trip.

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Character Quote: "Don't let my looks fool you, Darling, I am far more dangerous than you realize."
"Why don't you come to my room so we can 'rehearse some lines'"
"I live for the spotlight."
Theme Song: Lady Gaga - Applause
Anything Else:
Ma'at
Genevieve

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The Notebook

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Josephine Clark

"Surely you've seen my work darling."

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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☯ Vera Munn ☯
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☯ Harry Walsh ☯
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✿ Haakon Elvsgaard ✿
"He's a handsome guy and a nice enough fellow. I could have fun with him."

Josephine and Haakon get along pretty well all things considered. They both arrived in Egypt around the same time and even though her movies aren't as popular in Norway as everywhere else, he has at least seen her on the silver screen. Though she feels he may only be interested in her for a story, she can't help but like the guy and considers him a friend, and one she needs if she's going to be by herself in Egypt.

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☯ Nora Kingston ☯
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☯ Reginald Keystone ☯
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☯ Laura Ridgeway ☯
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☯ Aziza Tarek ☯
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☯ Abbas Zien ☯
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[Lady Absinthia]

Abbas Zien

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Abbas Zien

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Character Summary

Name: Abbas Benidain Zien
Aliases: Abba, Beni
Age: 44
Birthday: May 5th, 1880
Ethnicity: Lebanese
Birth Place: Sidon Lebanon
Residence: Prison Department
How Long In Cairo: 3 months
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Con-Artist
Languages: Lebanese*, Hebrew*, English, Egyptian Arabic

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Appearance

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 135lbs
Build: Emaciated
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Sand worn
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Thieves brand on his inner wrist, numerous lash mark scars on his back and back of his thighs
Personal Style: This man has no style and probably no personal hygiene. He wears whatever he can get his grubby little paws on. Don't get me wrong, if someone else is paying for it he will dress to the nines but he can never manage to keep anything long enough to actually have a style. You will see him in whatever rags he can find or whatever clothing he can steal off someone's clothing line over night.

He tries to keep his face shaven to a point and his hair trimmed but it never lasts. Sure he will wear a hat as long as he has one, he likes Fez's; they stay in place. His teeth could use some attention but hey, who has time for that when you have sheep to fleece? The fact he even has clothing on at all currently is a surprise. I guess the prison department wanted to make sure to hide his last found of lashings.

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Psychology

Quick-Wit * Manipulative * Resourceful * Ruthless * Entrepreneurial * Unethical

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: #Foreveralone
Personality: Abbas is ruthless, cutthroat, and a down right pain in the ass - and those are his good qualities. He is ever the manipulator and doing what ever it takes to get the most payment for the least amount of work. He will steal, lie, and plot to get his way. Sure he hasn't killed anyone personally but he is responsible for the deaths of at least nearly one-hundred people.

Some how though he keeps ticking, always able to wiggle his way out of the noose or the firing squad. How no one seems to know but he knows just what to say and when to keep someone from pulling the trigger. It is what has kept him alive this long but how much longer is anyone's guess. Whatever it is, he will continue to do it as long as it keeps him alive.
Habits:

• Nervously giggles
• Picking at his nails

Hobbies:

• Gambling

Fears:

• Dying in Prison
• Being Hung
• Being exposed

Likes:

• Money
• Power
• Conning
• Gambling
• Cards
• Leaving people out in the desert to rot
• Booze

Dislikes:

• Morals
• Goodie Goodies
• A deal falling through
• Jail
• Religion
• Anyone in a place of authority

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General World Skills:

• Face Reading
• Observation
• Conning
• Breaking And Entering
• Street-Smarts
• Pick-pocketing
• Survival
• Facades
• Casino Games (Roulette, Cards, etc)

Combat Skills:

• Riding (Horse)
• Riding (Camel)
• Swimming
• Pistols
• Shotgun

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Pair of ragged pants and shirt; Fez
• Purse/Wallet - ID, a little cash (in the possession of the warden)

Residence:

• NADA!
• This spot is for an animal only - Cat, Goat, Horse, Camel (Basic animal, nothing special about it. It may not even obey every command.)

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: Well you see he was a little down on his luck. He figured he needed to get a hold of some cash and get it fast. He wasn't in Cairo yet but he was on his way and had managed to manipulate a family that was traveling there to help him get to the city. Before they arrived though they had found he had stolen from them. He was delivered to the prison hog tied and gagged.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Born in Lebanon he has no idea who his parents are. He was placed in an orphanage when he was found as a toddler roaming the streets. He was smaller and weaker than the rest of the kids growing up there and was picked on horribly. It was there he learned how to manipulate. Doing what he could to survive. Pitting the keepers at the orphanage against any kid that messed with him.

He ran away from there by the time he was twelve and went back to the streets. Falling in with gangs and despite not being tough, was still able to work his way up and get what he wanted. That was until he was 17 and he was caught red handed in the middle of robbing a high ranking political official. He was sentenced to serving in the foreign legion. He served with them until WWI. It was during a battle that he finally had his chance to escape but it was at the cost of his fellow soldiers. Trapping them outside of a bomb shelter instead of holding the door.

He was assumed dead and since that time has been in Egypt, hiding from the military and doing what he could to get back on his feet. He was doing alright for a time until he lost a wager and was pushed out of a night club with only his wallet, a few dollars, and his clothing. He figured a quick scam to get him to Cairo was all he needed and he could start again. That was until he was caught red handed stealing and ended up in jail... again.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Well life ain't exactly been sweet since he arrived. The warden tossed him in a cell and kind of forgot about him. Which for him is probably good since on his first day he was branded and he was set to be hung after a short trial later. right now he is just working on getting the guards on his side and hopes to make a break for it soon because he knows the warden will remember here is there sooner or later.

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Extras

Character Quote: It is better to be the right hand of the devil than in his path.
Theme Song: Why Don't You Get A Job - The Offspring
Anything Else:

• Isis
• Self-Righteous Suicide
• Every so often feels bad for the things he has done, but that passes quickly. Like a fart

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Abbas Zien

"What friend? You are my only friend!"

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║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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☯ Vera Munn ☯
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☯ Harry Walsh ☯
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☯ Haakon Elvsgaard ☯
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☯ Josephine Clark ☯
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☯ Nora Kingston ☯
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☯ Reginald Keystone ☯
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☯ Lauren Ridgeway ☯
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♡ Aziza Tarek ♡
"I only stole the money because I wanted her to stay!"

Okay, well he didn't really. He wanted the money but push comes to shove he will admit he finds her very attractive and he'd be willing to pay for some of her private time. Granted, when he asked she tried to cut him with a knife - at least that is how he tells it.

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☯ William Drake ☯
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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Lord Carnarvon And The Udjtat

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[Morose]

Nora Kingston

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Eleanor Kingston

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Character Summary

Name: Eleanor Daisy Kingston
Aliases: Nora, Nor, Ellie, Elle, Daisy
Age: 27
Birthday: January 5th
Ethnicity: Caucasian (British)
Birth Place: Newcastle-under-Lyme, England
Residence: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha
How Long in Cairo: One year and six months
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Mathematics (Girton College for Women)
Occupation: Assistant to Dr. Kingston / Amateur Cryptographer
Languages: English*, Irish Gaelic*

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Appearance

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 134 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Light Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Cloche hats are needed for any outfit that Nora wears. She never steps foot into the public eye without one, her hair curled to match it. And while Nora can be partial to the stereotypical flapper dresses, she's more likely to wear a bit of a pleated skirt like this and a plain top. Her clothing generally has straight lines, and she tries to wear things that won't cause her to boil with the weather. Whenever there's a bit of a chill, she'll either wear a muted brown blazer with block patterns, or a button down coat similar to the one in the first gif. For shoes, Nora tends to wear firm brown work shoes, with just a bit of a heel to them.

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Psychology

Levelheaded * Unapologetic * Honest * Untrusting * Clever * Outcasted

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Growing up as the youngest child in a household concerned about appearances, Nora was raised to be quiet and polite. Her upbringing has caused her to be a very calm personality, not prone to large displays of panic, terror, or excitement. She doesn't consciously hide her feelings, she just merely isn't as expressive as some. She sees the world for what it is, rather than fooling herself with illusions of what it cannot be.

Because of her lack of a husband, she's become a bit of an outcast in society. She has the mentality of a loner, one used to spending hours alone and eating meals with only the company of the silverware. And while she is a curious person, clever is a far better descriptor. Her mind is able to analyze things quickly, allowing her to see -- what she believes -- to be the truth. Nora doesn't have time for nonsense. She only wants to deal with truth.

Habits: Smoking, tugging on her hat, not listening
Hobbies: Crosswords, Reading, Sunning herself
Fears:

• Marriage
• Losing her eldest brother, Ethan
• Flying insects -- the bigger, the more terrifying

Likes:

• Alone time
• Sailing
• Puzzles
• Crosswords
• Penny dreadfuls
• Being right

Dislikes:

• Her mother
• Her eldest brother's wife, Fannie
• Winter
• Trousers
• Fools
• Classical music
• Sporting events

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Pattern Analysis
• Deduction
• Intuition
• Cryptography
• Mathematics
• Decipher hieroglyphics
• Decipher hieratics
• Social Etiquette (Upper Class)
• Swing Dancing
• Acute Observation - the ability to notice things most wouldn't or draw conclusions even observant people would over look

Combat Skills:

• Swimming
• Daggers (Letter Openers, really)
• Riding (Horse)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Bright red cloche hat, white pleated skirt with a straight hem, white collared blouse with short sleeves, and a red cape-like coat thrown on top, button down version. The shoes are brown with a slight heel to them, very sturdy for its style.
• Purse/Wallet - 20 quid, a photograph of her and her brother Ethan, room key, passport, papers, letter opener
• Leather bound diary, filled with her musings, drawings, and notes about her work
• Cigarette Holder
• Cigarettes

Apartment:

• Spare clothing (formal)
• Spare clothing (casual)
• Photographs of her and her family
• Letters from her brother in America
• Notes on the various symbols and thoughts on the patterns
• Map of Cairo
• Map of her father's dig site
• Novellas
• Handheld fan
• Mathematics Text
• Scottish Terrier named Spot

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History

What Brings You to Cairo: Nora wasn't meeting up with the family expectations. She didn't take any suitors, and instead, completed a program in mathematics at university. Her college didn't grant full degrees to women, and Nora was about to head out into becoming a clerk. Her favorite brother had moved to America, his sweetheart Fannie pregnant with what would be the first of many children. There wasn't much left for her to do in England. In order to avoid the scandal of his youngest daughter working as a clerk, Dr. Kingston agreed to take Nora with him to Egypt. Due to the entire craze of the groundbreaking excavation, the archaeologist decided that his daughter would suffice as an assistant. Nora knew that an opportunity to travel to Egypt wouldn't come along again, and so she accepted.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Nora was the youngest child born to Dr. Richard Kingston, a professor of anthropology. The Kingstons were a relatively prominent family, enjoying much wealth and influence. Each daughter was to be wed to a man of suitable stature, with the sons being educated and launched into respectable professions. This worked out for almost all of the Kingston children, aside from Nora.

She never held much of an interest in becoming a wife. While she knew that she could join the protests and fight for her rights, it didn't bother her too much. The world was the way it was, and similarly, she felt she'd be the way she would be. Nora hardly saw a point in fighting the world, instead content to just make choices from what was available to her. She attended college, with the help of her eldest and favorite brother, Ethan. Her parents (and their town) were scandalized by it, yet Nora didn't care. She completed a mathematics program, enjoying the way that patterns crept up amongst the numbers.

She then returned home, living in her parents' house. The world interested her certainly, but there wasn't a path yet for her to strike out. Her father repeatedly squashed her attempts to use her certificate, instead insisting that Nora marry. Suitors came and went, with Nora's honest and perhaps blunt method of communication chasing them off. Regardless, Nora knew that her parents' house wasn't the place for her, and she'd have to strike out on her own soon enough. Egypt provided her that chance.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Nora has largely been content and happy. Her father allows her to scan through his findings for patterns, leading her to attempt to decipher or at least identify phrases in hieroglyphics. She can't understand them as a language, but the patterns she adores in math are found in words as well, and so she continues to search. While she realizes that an assistant position is a waste of her certificate, she also knows it's perhaps her best chance. The world wasn't meant for her to take strides in. She would take what she could get.

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Extras

Character Quote: "That's what the present is. It's a little unsatisfying because life is unsatisfying."
Theme Song: After You've Gone - Ruth Etting
Dirty Little Secret: Nora was rendered infertile by a childhood illness.
Anything Else: At the risk of sounding unoriginal, Isis. Cecily.
Nora will be the great-great aunt of Cecily Ashworth.

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Clue Sheet - Chapter 1

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The Notebook

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Nora Kingston

"The world wasn't meant for people like me. I've accepted that."

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║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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☯ Vera Munn ☯
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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☯ Harry Walsh ☯
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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☯ Haakon Elvsgaard ☯
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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☯ Josephine Clark ☯
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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☯ Reginald Keystone ☯
"Overall Thoughts On The Character."

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☯/✿ Laura Ridgeway ☯/✿
"Féidir léi a shealbhú ar a meisciúla níos fearr ná an chuid is mó"

Laura and Nora tend to frequent the same drinking establishments. Being Irish speakers, the pair of them have bumped into each other and exchanged a few words, but haven't established much of a friendship. They keep passing each other by, throwing out a friendly wave yet respecting the other greatly.

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☯ Aziza Tarek ☯
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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☯ Abbas Zien ☯
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Lord Carnarvon And The Udjtat

• First reoccurring dream about the Udjat start a month before arrival in Cairo, high frequency for three nights prior from October 3rd.
• Udjtat appears, burned onto the finger, in the first reoccurring dream.
• In the first reoccurring dream, the voice beckons to Seek me in Cairo
• Unknown outpost, British man with a cat, pale hazel eyes, receives a Udjtat and whispers Akhiraan.
• Udjtat is Bastet--not an Eye of Horus.
• Udjtat appeared in the water of the Nile. Branded Nora, Haakon, and Josephine.
• The Lord had some note in particular made from a dig in Thebes, not long before Tut
• An amulet had been stolen from the Lord's grave
• Neema - mother of the doorman who worked in the kitchen - knew that others had to have the brand, the mark of Bastet, indicates being chosen as a guardian

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Other Clues Or Points Of Interest

• October 3rd is the beginning of the third cycle of Bastet in Egyptian astrology.
• Followers of Bastet were described as wicked, sexual, healers and magicians.
• Bastet's name glyphs appeared on Vera's locket, Aziza's necklace, and Harry's ring
• Bubastis - cult center of Bastet. Inactive dig site. Destroyed by Persians.
• Prayer to Bastet - My moment is in your bodies, all forms are my habitation. I am she who is not known, the rosey faced beings are with me. I am the Unveiled.
• Hierakonpolis - Vera reads a passage detailing the mace heads. This site was the religious and political capital of Upper Egypt in the ED Period and late prehistoric period.
• Abbas Zien - hired individuals to break him out of prison, in order to avoid death. Later broke into Aziza's room. He also had a pendant with the Bastet hieroglyphics.
• Aziza's assaulter - writing on the stone thrown at her means Death is Coming.
• Cypher marker in the rubbings for Phi, the golden ratio
• Nora received the Nobel Prize journal in the post.
• Someone caused a red flag in the Clerk's mind at the Barracks.
• Branded Jewelry Group Dream: Triangle, moon like a fourth point, cat peers into eyes
• Finger Branded Group Dream: Near drowning in a Nile filled with blood, broken seal below
• Others Group Dream: Weighing of the heart, Ma'at, gods fighting gods, Osiris

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[Sigil]

Lord Major Reginald I. Keystone

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Reginald Keystone

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Character Summary

Name: Lord Major Reginald I. Keystone
Aliases: Reggie (by his ex-wife and very close friends)
Age: 68
Birthday: May 11, 1856
Ethnicity: Of the Angles, my good sir.
Birth Place: Brighton, U.K.
Residence: Qasr El Nil Barracks - C10/D10 - Officers Quarters - Downtown, along the Nile.
How Long In Cairo: Since World War I, stationed since 1917
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Engineering/Aeronautics (Royal Military Academy, Woolwich)
Occupation: Commanding Officer of the Cairo Garrison, Royal Air Force
Languages: Proper King’s English*, thank you very much, and Egyptian Arabic*

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Appearance

Height: 6’1”
Weight: 230
Build: Round, aged, once-formidable
Eyes: Blue, shiny
Hair: Grey
Skin Tone: Weathered, occasionally bloodshot
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Bit of a scrap every now and again leaves marks, old boy, and touch of shrapnel to the right leg and abdomen that twinges every now and again. Nothing a Proper British Officer cannot handle, quite, with a dram of something warming.

Personal Style:

　　　Reginald dresses in the garb of a British Officer Fighter Pilot: a dark green officer's cap, cream-coloured trousers with matching shirt and badged tie, over which he sometimes wears a dark grey coat and red scarf. The coat is replaced by a thin, dark grey burnoose (long, loose hooded cloak, commonly used by Arabs in North Africa) when in the desert, and brown boots. Reginald commonly wears an aviator's uniform when in his aircraft, consisting of a drab tan uniform with aviator's cap and goggles.

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Psychology

Gentlemanly * Haughty * Cheerful * Semi-Alcoholic * Brave * Conditionally Suicidal

Sexuality: Hetero (though not really an important part of his life)
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality:

　　　Reginald Keystone is a jovial older man that, having fought in the First World War, craves adventure and excitement despite his age. Instead found himself accomplishing little out of the ordinary for the C.O. of an occupying garrison in a non-hostile country. Reginald relishes drinking greatly, both as a means of dulling out the boredom of not seeing piloting action and as a pastime, a trait he exhibits with gusto and admirable tolerance.
　　　
　　　The Lord Major is always ready to put his own life on the line for a friend. The slightest chance of a thrill gets Reginald to his feet, accepting whichever challenge anyone might pose that involved bravery and courage, to say nothing of missions involving suicide. Of course, so long as it is a challenge worthy of the Lord Major Reginald I. Keystone.
　　　
Habits: Polishing his Many Medals, Driving/Flying/Dirigible-ing FAST
Hobbies: Taking Tea
Fears:

• Dying badly
• Being abandoned (metaphorically and literally)
• Losing what remains of the family honor

Likes:

• Good whisky
• Good conversation
• Tea (the beverage)
• Tea (the meal)
• Cairo’s local cuisine
• Carousing

Dislikes:

• Boredom
• People without honor
• Ants (nasty buggers, those, despite admirable regimentation)
• Humidity
• Disreputable Merchants
• Trouser Lice (Filthy creatures; not even the base regimentation ants possess.)

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General World Skills:

• Pilot
• Dirigible
• Driving
• Aeronautics
• Codes/Ciphers
• Riding (Horse)
• Leadership
• Mechanic
• Engineering

Combat Skills:

• Boxing (think Fisticuffs)
• Pistol
• Rifle
• Knife/Bayonet
• Sword/Saber

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - His often elaborate and sometimes rumpled British Officer Fighter Pilot uniform, described in detail under Personal Style, above.
• Embossed Leather Gentleman’s Wallet with scalloped flaps and coin pouches (Several shilling and a few pound bank notes, personal cheques, tidy sum of shillings and pence. Also contains a number of business cards and blank sheets of paper)
• Gold pocketwatch
• Webley Mk VI Revolver
• Speedloader (3)
• Royal Air Force Officer’s Saber
• Flask of Good Whisky
• Trench lighter (fashioned from a brass gunnery shell casing)
• Short stemmed pipe
• Pouch of Egyptian Tobacco

Residence:

• Lewis Machine Gun (.303)
• Lewis Ammunition Drum (6)
• Lee-Enfield Mk III Battle Rifle (with bayonet and all the fixin’s)
• Phonograph (with appropriate selections of music)
• First Editions of Really Notable Books
• Considerable stockpile of munitions
• Scotch. Lots of Scotch.
• Elaborate Mechanical Tools
• Personal Tea Set (including very impressive teas from India, Britain, and the Orient)
• Vehicle - Royal Air Corps “Stampe/Bristol type” long-range fighter/bomber Biplane

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History

What Brings You To Cairo:

　　　The War, Madame, the Great War brought me to Cairo. After decades of service to the Crown on behalf of the Royal Army’s need to maintain a superior aerial fighting force, be it dirigible, biplane, fighter craft, or human bloody kite, I excelled to the degree necessary to give me an adventurous command position here in Northern Africa during the War To End All Wars, and a cushy position doing the same afterward. Now, did you not mention that you would pick up the second round? Well then, I shall abscond to the lavatory, such as it is here, to expect a neat whisky upon my return. Perhaps then we can discuss your “mission”.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo:

　　　The Lord Major Reginald Keystone was born and raised in Brighton, England, to an aristocratic line. While still noble, the family had moved away from serious financial power, thanks to the decline of the aristocracy as a whole and the family’s reliance on money from technologies that were being outdated, thanks to the continuing Industrialization of the British Empire. Over time, the best method to keep the family’s honor and status that played upon their noble bloodline was to invest their sons in the Military. Lords (and their heirs) had the distinction to be trained as Officers immediately, provided they were fit for the position.
　　　
　　　After boarding school, Reginald moved immediately into secondary education at the Royal Military Academy in Woolwich (later a London annex), receiving the most modern education possible in the fields of Engineering and Aeronautics. The latter was a fairly young field of study, but it was packed full of bright, hungry minds looking to get on the cutting edge of the contemporary battlefield. Unfortunately, the Royal Army had yet to officially found its first Aerial Battalions by the time he exited the program, and he was placed into service with the Royal Army Motor Pool and Cavalry with the Royal Engineers. It wasn’t until 1888 that he really got to use the broader portion of his education, transferring to the School of Ballooning to help start the first in a series of Dirigible Troops for the newly formed Air Battalion.
　　　
　　　After the realities of aerial superiority in the Battlefield were proven, the Royal Engineers of the Air Battalion saw their units transformed into the Royal Flying Corps, including many different types of craft and methods of military application. Reginald learned them all as they came into the Corps. Lord Major Keystone was there at the start of the British Royal Air Force, as it eventually became, just prior to the start of World War One.
　　　
　　　By this time, he already had a family; younger wife who bore him a child, another on the way. While it was not an arranged marriage, it was not one founded on love, rather convenience and expectation of their families. Reginald was actually past an age where many military men would consider retiring; for his rank and contributions over the years he had earned a healthy retirement package. Instead, he re-upped his terms of service and went right back in with the announcement of the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, immediately activating a globally spanning web of Military Response Clauses and Mutual Defense Agreements.

A World War. How adventurous.
　　　
　　　Also around this time, his wife discovered the existence of Reginald’s mistress, a lady for which he did have feelings. And apparently, another child. When it became public, he fell out of favor with the Aristocracy. His wife filed for divorce on the grounds of Adultery, which was obvious, and Abandonment. She was granted the children, provided she remarry after a set amount of time, and a portion what remained of the family fortune. Reginald continued to support her and their children until that time. Likewise, he supported his mistress and their child, now living in London. He insisted upon giving their baby his family’s name, for whatever gain it may provide.
　　　
　　　Reginald served with distinction, leading his troops into battle, reconnaissance, and providing air support to the fellows on the ground. He racked up a number of kills in dogfights over Germany and France, floated quietly over enemy lines in balloons at night to drop supplies or lower in shock troops, and generally became known as an aerial badass, commanding the respect of friend and foe alike.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo:

　　　Toward the end of the war, when tensions began to heat up in North Africa, the Royal Air Force transferred the older Officer to command their installation in Cairo. This was partially because of his reputation - Enemy Pilots and Officers of lesser experience may reconsider taking action against an area protected by a battalion of crack pilots under the command of the Lord Major, seeing as most of them were raised hearing stories about the man. Sometimes his reputation worked for him. Sometimes it drew out people looking to make a name for themselves. He and his men had several great adventures during this time, flying over the sands and fighting various enemies, brawling in taverns, and associating with the locals.
　　　
　　　He got to see all of his friends die, too. One by one, they went. Each died in glorious (and not so glorious) battle. Over time, Lord Major Reginald I. Keystone saw the ultimate emptiness to it all, especially when the war had been over for a number of years. Also over time, he came to realize that he had pushed away that which was most important to him, and was too ashamed to return to England. At best, he could hope for death in the service of something greater than himself, and reunite with friends and family lost. Hopefully, he could accomplish some goal in death that would make up for the mistakes of his life.
　　　

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Character Quote:

　　　“I just wish I could've chucked it in with the others and gone down in flame and glory instead of sitting around here rotting of boredom and booze. Cheers.”
　　　
Theme Song:

March of the Royal Air Force

Anything Else:

Thoth - Keeper of wisdom and balance, scribe of the Gods, and the guy who really controlled things behind the scenes.

roleplayerguild.com/posts/3214659

Reginald receives a bi-weekly salary of fifty shillings (40 as Squadron Commander wages for the time, 10 for his status as an Engineer), and is subject to additional monies in the form of Flight Pay. 25% of this income goes back to London (his childrens’ financial support), and at least 10% goes immediately into savings. These savings are considerable, at this time. He brings in the equivalent of 32.5 shillings every two weeks, or 32 shillings and sixpence (six pennies). As his basic needs for food and housing are taken care of by the Royal Army, this is generally all disposable, liquid income. The salary, for the time period, is extremely comfortable, especially given the lower cost of living in Cairo.

Starting day: October 3rd, 1924

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The Notebook

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Reginald Keystone

"You know, ever since the end of the Great War, there hasn't been a single challenge worthy of a man like me."

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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❦ Vera Munn ❦
"Pish tosh, Vera. Whatever you need, it's never an imposition. Tea on Wednesday then, my dear?"

Reginald was a friend of Vera's family; personal friend of Lord Carnarvon and Miss Munn's parents. After their deaths, he has tried to be a sort of paternal support for young Vera. While the Lord Major will obstinately say that "What remains of the Aristocracy must stick together!", he is genuinely fond of the woman, and quite protective.

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❦ Peter Keystone ❦
"Ha HA! My dear boy is alive! One cannot break the spirit of a Keystone, of course. I should have guessed."

Peter is Reginald's nephew, and like him the second son of his immediate family. The two have much in common. Reginald sees a lot of himself in the man, and would want him to avoid his own mistakes (like any good Uncle). Most importantly, the man was presumed DEAD since the Great War, a thing which did quite a bit to fuel Reginald's own conditional death wish. He has much love for Peter, and wants to keep him nearby and safe.

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☯ Harry Walsh ☯
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☯ Haakon Elvsgaard ☯
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☯ Josephine Clark ☯
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☯ Nora Kingston ☯
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"

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☯ Reginald Keystone ☯
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☯ Laura Ridgeway ☯
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✿ Aziza Tarek ✿
"Charming young lady, Aziza. Life's given her a rough go of it, but she'll pull through."

On one of his rarer, bawdier days, Reginald mistook the performer for a prostitute. The proposition resulted in a dramatic connection of palm and face. Further hasty discussion on the matter involved an exchange of coin (for her trouble) and her direction toward a woman more suited to such work. As time went on, he would return to view her shows (and tip well, as required), until a friendship emerged, to their mutual benefit. It doesn't bother him that she is a divorcee; after all, he is, too.

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☯ Abbas Zien ☯
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Lord Carnarvon And The Udjtat

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[Nallore]

Lauren Ridgeway

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Lauren Ridgeway

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Character Summary

Name: Lauren Kara Ridgeway
Aliases: Lara
Age: 34
Birthday: September 29th, 1890
Ethnicity: Caucasian (American)
Birth Place: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Residence: Savoy Hotel D10 (room 451B)
How Long In Cairo: Two weeks.
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Bartender/Bootlegger
Languages: English*, Gaelic Irish*

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Appearance

Height: 5'6
Weight: 124lbs
Build: Slender
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, scar on her right arm
Personal Style: Lauren is usually seen wearing skirts, during warmer weather which she usually prefers to wear, her hair is also always either in tight curls or seen in pony tails from time to time, she will wear high heels from time to time. During the cooler seasons Lauren will be seen wearing button up jacket and a pair of pants, her shoes will also have a small heel to them. Lauren's clothes are usually seen in rather plain colors either black or white, and sometimes blue depending on what she feels like wearing color wise.

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Psychology

Loving * Quick Tempered * Passionate * Sarcastic * Friendly * Argumentative

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality: Lauren is a very passionate person despite what most other girls are, she takes up from her father, she cares for others a lot and will do anything to stand up for them. She hates it when she is wrong, and also tends to swear like a sailor a lot of the time. She is very quick to temper and hates being annoyed by other people and wont even think twice of hitting anyone who annoys her a lot. She however is very friendly once you first meet her and can be a very loyal friend once she gets to know someone, just as long as you don't betray her trust.

If Lauren drinks a lot she tends to flirt a lot, and also likes to have a lot of fun and tends to do stupid or reckless things whenever she is drunk. She also enjoys having time to herself and will spend the time to herself by reading or taking care of child, or reading books to her. She is very close to her family and will do anything to protect them no matter what.
Habits:
Runs a hand through her hair whenever she is nervous.
Tends to bite her lower lip whenever she is nervous.
Hobbies:
Music
Drinking
Dancing
Games
Fears:

• Losing her daughter
• All kinds of bugs
• Heights

Likes:

• Her daughter
• Cats
• Alcohol
• Music
• Arguing with people
• Cooking

Dislikes:

• Loud noises
• Drunk people
• Rich spoiled brats
• Dogs
• People making fun of her child
• Annoying people

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Cooking
• Mixing Drinks
• Alcoholic Drinks
• Dancing
• Reading People
• Giving Advice
• Lying
• Acting
• Briding

Combat Skills:

• Handguns
• Brawling
• Stamina
• Knives

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Blue blouse, blue skirt, high heels, grey coat.
• Purse/Wallet - 30 dollars (US) 20 (British Sterling) Hair brush, Passport
• Earrings
• Necklace
• Book

Residence:

• Letters from her family
• Two bottles of beer her family had made.
• Clothes

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: Due to her family's bar getting raided by the police due to the Prohibition Act Lauren had to leave her family behind. Her husband having nothing to do with her family running the bar secretly agreed to keep their daughter safe. Lauren used whatever money that she had left from her previous job and quickly bought the next ticket out of the US, she decided that Cairo would be the furthest place from home and decided to lay low there until things blew over.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Lauren was born to a small family, her father was an Irish immigrant trying to find a better life in the US, that is where he met Lauren's mother a nurse. The two of them eventually got married and had three children, Lauren being the oldest. Then two years later her sister was born, and then the youngest was her brother four years later, growing up Lauren lived a rather normal life. Her father eventually opened a bar in Philadelphia, her school life was pretty normal as well Lauren had quiet a lot of friends growing up. She eventually graduated high school, however not to many people wanted her in college and eventually decided to work with her father at his bar.

Lauren eventually grew to liking working with her father and made drinks for the people who came in, eventually that is when she met her eventual husband Johnathan. The two of them hit it off rather quickly he became a regular, the two of them eventually got married and then she became pregnant with her daughter. Then came 1920, The National Prohibition Act was enacted, this effectively shut down her father's business. This was their livelihood so Lauren and her father secretly kept selling, while taking care of her daughter as well.

Lauren and her father continued to successfully work, she started bootlegging for her father secretly getting and distributing alcoholic drinks to their customers. Then eventually the police started cracking down, the police raided her father's establishment Lauren and her father quickly made it back home. Due to her and her father working they were wanted, so she told her husband that she was going to be leaving for awhile, her daughter five years old at the time. Lauren bought a ticket while her father would return to Ireland until things cooled down.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Once Lauren had touched down in Cairo she searched for any kind of job that would hire her. It was tough for her. Spending the first few days doing odd jobs around the city she chose Cairo because it sounded interesting, and with the excavations going on she thought it would be very interesting to see what everything was like. Lauren continued to do odd jobs just to get by she wouldn't really care what the jobs were as long as they kept her fed.

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Character Quote: "I can hold down my liquor can you?"
Theme Song: Trinity - Amaranthe
Anything Else:
Lauren Ridgeway is the Great Great-Grandmother of Riley Ridgeway & Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Hathor
You Stole My First Limb Woman! :P

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Lauren RidgewayCharacter Name

"Drinking is just half the fun with others."

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☯✿Nora Kingston ✿☯
"Dealraíonn sí deas go leor, cé go loner"

Lauren and Nora have had a few drinks together, and talk on occasion Lauren always ends up out drinking Nora. They some ones just smile and wave to one another when they are passing each other. But they don't know one another enough but Lauren certainly sees her as a friend.

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✿Aziza Tarek✿
"Aziza, one of the first people I've met we get along really well together and I certainly enjoy her company and great to be around with."

Though Lauren has only known Aziza for a very short time, they quickly hit it off since they are working at the same establishment they certainly share stories of each other. As well as complain about patrons together, Aziza certainly helped Lauren settle in Cairo and Lauren enjoys shopping with Aziza during the day.

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✿ Vera Munn ✿
"I haven't known her for very long, but shes a great person to know once you get to know her. Even if she is really clumsy. She certainly cant hold her drink down well though."

Lauren hasn't known Vera for about a day now, the woman though clumsy to Lauren shes considered a friend
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William Drake

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William Drake

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Character Summary

Name: William Andrew Drake
Aliases: Bill
Age: 29
Birthday: November 5th, 1895
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Brooklyn, New York
Residence: Qasr El Nil District D10 - South West Corner of Shari El Huwayati & Shari El Sheikh
How Long In Cairo: Five Months
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Archaeology/History
Occupation: Freelance Archaeologist/Treasure Hunter
Languages: English*, Egyptian Arabic*, Ancient Egyptian (Archaic through Late)

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Appearance

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 164lbs
Build: Muscular, Athletic
Eyes: Deep blue
Hair: Auburn Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Few knife/bullet scars
Personal Style: Focused on practicality above all else, William has never concerned himself with looking particularly fancy or well-dressed. He is content in a pair of khaki trousers and a white buttoned shirt with some boots, as is his usual outfit. He generally keeps a holster worn over his shirt when he's out and about, never particularly bothering to hide his weapons. On a cold night he'd be seen wearing a thicker jacket, but his outfit day-in and day-out is more or less the same.

William's personal grooming is, much like his general clothing, not exceptionally well kept. He looks after himself, but is content to go without shaving or even in certain cases combing his hair if he is feeling a little lazy. Generally, he can be seen with a thin stubble, though he never lets it grow into a proper beard, preferring to remain clean shaven when possible.

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Psychology

Brave * Scoundrel * Humorous * Narcissistic * Devoted * Self-Preserving

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: If there was one part of William that was the most obvious to most people, it would be his bravery. Whether it be charging into danger, moving through traps or plundering ancient tombs, William rarely lets his own fear get to him. A Scoundrel through and through, William knows what in life he enjoys and makes no effort to hide it - he enjoys the company of women and a good amount of money which he can throw around, it's rare he'll take on some sort of job unless either one is involved. For those who get to know William casually, he has quite the sense of humour, generally able to find something to laugh about in any real situation.

William is aware of his good traits and skills, and he makes sure others know about it. He is something of a narcissist, holding true to the wise words 'love yourself' - as he regularly assumes himself to be great. And to be fair to him, c'mon, who wouldn't love the guy? When William puts his mind to something, or makes strong connections with people, he is incredibly devoted and dedicated to them, he is willing to help those he is close with however he can and will pursue whatever goal he has set his mind to with reckless abandon. While William is a brave individual, he is certainly not suicidal - when faced with overwhelming odds and an almost certain chance of death or failure, William will always take the option to live to fight another day.
Habits:

• Scratching his Chin
• Biting his lip
• Pulling on his lower lip

Hobbies:

• Swordfighting

Fears:

• Flying
• The Ocean
• Clowns

Likes:

• Coffee
• Cats
• Guns
• Egyptian Artifacts
• Tricking people with mistranslations
• Action

Dislikes:

• Boredom
• Tea
• Anything that flies
• Dogs
• Wine
• Scorpions

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General World Skills:

• R/W Ancient Egyptian
• Decipher hieroglyphics
• History (Ancient Egypt)
• Mythology (Ancient Egypt)
• Research
• Excavation
• Driving
• Cool-headedness
• Maintenance (Weapons)

Combat Skills:

• Athletics
• Hand-To-Hand
• Guns (Pistols)
• Guns (Shotguns)
• Mental Stamina

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - White shirt with rolled sleeves, khaki trousers and boots, dual pistol armpit holsters
• Purse/Wallet - American money, Egyptian money, Passport, Papers
• Chamelot-Delvigne Model 1873
• Chamelot-Delvigne Model 1873
• Pouch of bullets
• Whip
• Note Book
• Colt M1911A1
• Lighter
• Knife

Residence:

• Winchester Model 1897
• Collection of Artifacts (mostly Egyptian)
• Collection of Maps
• Stacks of old books
• Translation texts
• Fedora
• Bandoliers of shotgun ammo
• Small crate of dynamite sticks
• Typewriter
• Archeologist kit

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What Brings You To Cairo: Egypt has always been a point of interest for William, partly as a result of his father's own obsession with the area, whereas his father was fascinated in the history the country had to offer, William saw the possible riches to be found there. That is what has driven William to go to Cairo, planning on uncovering as many ancient treasures as possible to sell to the highest bidder.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Born in Brooklyn, New York, to an archaeologist father, William's mother died during childbirth. Despite the death of his wife, William's father did his best to take good care of Bill, but considering the mans active lifestyle travelling around the world to dig sites, William rarely spent much time in the same place. Mostly gaining his early education from his father and his aids, William had little choice but to become heavily involved in history, building a passion for the subject.

When he turned nineteen, William finally moved away from his father to go to university, going to Oxford, he studied intensely the subjects he'd become so in tune with under his father's tutelage, excelling at the university and being offered a position upon completing his studies to go and take part in numerous digs for the university or for his father. William however, declined all offers, seeking to strive out on his own. While studying and learning of the ancient history of the world, particularly Egypt, William became infatuated with the idea of ancient riches.

Striking out alone, William has heavily driven himself into research, searching for the best place to start his searches for ancient riches. He has made a few discoveries across Latin America, but all has been in preparation for his dreams and goals, uncovering the ancient riches of the Egyptian Pharaohs. Finally believing himself ready, he has struck out to Egypt, ready to extend his search to Cairo and the ancient sands.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: William has spent a great deal of his time in Cairo researching, most of that time spent in the Library and Museum searching through what archives and notes he can get access to and planning out how best to begin his search without directly getting involved with any of the ongoing excavations. He has made a few small expeditions into tombs around the area of Cairo, but his finds so far have been minor. For now he continues his research, waiting for his big break.

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Character Quote:

• Most of us are born in one corner of the world and never see the rest of it, I don't want to be most of us.
• I had everything under control!
• What, afraid I was gonna leave without giving you a goodbye kiss?
• Who's scruffy-lookin'?
• Yeah, Drake was the dogs name.

Theme Song: John Williams - Indiana Jones Theme
Anything Else:

• Ra
• Ricas

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William Drake

"Afraid i'd leave without giving you a goodbye kiss?"

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☣/♡ Vera Munn ♡/☣
"That girl is a beautiful, nose in the book, up tight aristocrat! Beautiful? No I didn't say beautiful, I said pain In the butt!"

William was none-too-pleased to have a liason assigned to him for his time in the museum as part of his search, let alone the meek, clumsy woman who had been assigned to him. The two butt heads regularly but, as with all women, William is convinced he knows of her true feelings to him, and is not afraid to let any accusations slip from time to time.

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Hank Tamen

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Hank Tamen

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Character Summary

Name: Hank Tamen
Aliases: Tank
Age: 41
Birthday: September 2, 1883
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Connecticut, USA
Residence: Grand Continental, Suite 304
How Long In Cairo: About 1 year
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: South American Archaeology
Occupation: Senior Archaeologist, originally specialized in the Inca
Languages: *American, *Spanish (Quechua mix)

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Appearance

Height: 6'4" standing straight (5'8" normally, stands hunched)
Weight: 220 lbs.
Build: Moderately Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous small, faded scars on his forearms. Exploration is dangerous.
Personal Style: Standard dress, maybe a bit dirty from work.

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Psychology

Friendly * Schizophrenic * Playful * Strict * Intelligent * Unpredictable

Sexuality: What day is it?
Relationship Status: Has four wives and two boyfriends. Open to more relationships.
Personality: Hank is a broken man who has yet to realize. Voices slip in and out of his thoughts, unrecognizable yet familiar to him. Minor personality traits shift seemingly at random, making him unpredictable. He often sees things that others simply don't, rationalizing their inability to see things as being due to his superior intuition.

Hank believes at his core that there is never a time when it's inappropriate to play games. He'll often be found gambling on nigh unpredictable outcomes, such as how many rocks will fall after a pickaxe strike. He frequently makes up games on the spot, mixing his archaeological background with the present day to create something uniquely Hank Tamen. Of course, the voices also get their say in shaping the games, but only Hank knows that.

Habits: Wrings hands when thinking hard, occasionally tunes out and stares at nothingness
Hobbies: Puzzles and games.
Fears:

• Lawn Gnomes
• Ghosts/Spirits
• Aztec Gods

Likes:

• Traps
• Puzzles
• Games
• Smoking
• Dogs
• Rules

Dislikes:

• Rations
• Cults
• His Boss
• Squinty eyes
• Birds
• Alcohol

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General World Skills:

• Can put a sentence together in Arabic
• Puzzle Solving
• Trap Detection/Avoidance
• Ancient Egyptian Mythology (basic)
• Incan History and Culture
• Game Master

Combat Skills:

• Pistols
• Whips
• Brawling
• Riding - Horses

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - A full outfit, hat included. Shoes are simple heavy work boots.
• Purse/Wallet - ID, home keys, an Incan gold coin, and enough Egyptian money for the day's meals
• Pipe and smokable materials
• Whip, holstered on belt
• 2 Colt revolving pistols, carried in hidden shoulder holsters.
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• Pistol ammunition in a pouch - six speedloaders, 24 loose rounds
• Map
• Water flask
• Deck of cards

Residence:

• Safe filled with savings
• Books on Egyptian mythology
• Numerous puzzle boxes
• 8 decks of cards
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What Brings You To Cairo: As an archaeologist of some renown, Hank was his boss's first choice to send to Egypt to get a slice of the rotten mummy pie. Hank was sent with a full team of archaeologists to explore, discover, and most importantly, earn money. Over the course of the year, all but old Hank have either died, become ill and left, or been scared off by superstition or by the other archaeologists' conditions. Hank, however, failed to notice the dwindling of his work group due in part to both his focus on archeology and his schizophrenia. There's also the fact that all the messages his boss sends to call him back somehow don't get delivered...

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: The voices first came to Hank when he was a kid. He sat at a playground, playing a card game with his friends. While trying to decide on his next move, a voice spoke up, just loud enough to be heard while being indistinct from Hank's own thoughts. The voice gave him an idea, a plan of action, and Hank dutifully followed through - and won. From then on the voices multiplied, always speaking indistinctly from Hank's thoughts, always guiding him along.

Those voices contributed to Hank's interest in Incan history. Integrated as they were with his mind, their interest became his own interest. Soon Hank was carrying a different book about the Incas with him every week. Interest became obsession, and obsession became Hank's life goal - an expedition to explore the Incan ruins.

Shortly after college, Hank's dream came true. He was hired on as a junior archaeologist and sent to Chile to research a large Incan city. Year by year he worked his way up, making a name for himself among those in the field. His dedication to both his job and to games gained him fame, and his strange personality gained him a slight degree of infamy.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: As mentioned when explaining why Hank is in Cairo, Hank has been working at the head of the expedition of the temple of Monthu in Armant. He's earned a reputation for his dedication - as well as his eccentricity - over his time working the desert. He hasn't been able to learn much Arabic due to spending his study time buried in books of Egyptian mythology, though the presence of those who can translate for him eased all difficulties that arose from it.

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Character Quote: "I know the pieces fit!"
Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=XgnQpxhCPfA
Anything Else: Khonsu

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Hank Tamen

"It's like you've never had a day of fun in your life!"

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☯ William Drake ☯
"He's an archaeologist. Maybe we'll play a game sometime."

Living in Cairo and being archaeologists, Hank has run into William (sometimes literally) on a few occasions. Hank hasn't gotten a chance to play a game with him, but he's certain the time will come. A man like William, in Hank's batty mind, is always drawn to the game.

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Iosif Kristov

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Iosif Kristov

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Character Summary

Name: Count Iosif Sashenka Kristov II
Aliases: Joseph (Anglicised), Sasha (to friends), Count (Formal title amongst other nobility), Vladimir Kerechenko (false identity used during Russian Revolution), Junior (by relatives & family friends, most of whom are deceased or missing)
Age: 51
Birthday: September 17th, 1873
Ethnicity: Russian
Birth Place: Tsaritsyn, Saratov Governorate, Russian Empire
Residence: Savoy Hotel, Room 2167 - Large Suite style room (Bedroom, sitting area, private bathroom) - well furnished, second story, corner room over looking the back gardens
How Long In Cairo: Only a few months
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Masters - Continental Philosophy; Bachelors - Major in Continental Philosophy, Minor in Languages (English)
Occupation: Former member of the Russian Imperial Court & Occasional Advisor to Tsar Nicholas II; Former Financier for the White Russian forces during the Russian Civil War; Current self-employed ancient artefact collector & dealer
Languages: Fluent in both Russian (Native)* and English (Second)*

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Appearance

Height: 1.86m
Weight: 98kg
Build: Portly and not particularly muscular
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Mostly grey with thin streaks of black
Skin Tone: Very fair - burns easily
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Iosif is a creature of habit, preferring to wear the rich and elaborate garb of the Russian Aristocracy wherever possible. He bears many elaborate rings on his fingers and a large, ornate silver cross around his neck.

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Psychology

Eloquent * Prideful * Scholarly * Wasteful * Fair tempered * Prejudiced

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Forever single, constantly avoiding getting tied down
Personality: Iosif yearns for the days of old; where he would cavort with the Lords and Ladies of the Russian Imperial Court; where the wine would flow freely; where he dined upon the finest dishes served upon silver platters carried by a small Army of loyal servants; and where there was no shortage of beautiful women to whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

A life of such decadence and excess amongst the upper echelons of society has left him deeply prejudiced of those he considers 'beneath' him (typically the poor or those from other cultural backgrounds, especially colonial ones), not to mention completely oblivious to the virtues of living a frugal life.

Despite these deep-seated and problematic attitudes, Iosif is a rather dependable and loyal man to those he befriends. Most find him friendly and typically agreeable (if perhaps quite pompous). He often buys lavish gifts for those he favours, and likes nothing more than to spend time in fine company with fine pleasures.
Habits:

• Iosif is a deeply religious man, praying or giving thanks to God at any available opportunity.
• Iosif is extremely stubborn and unwilling to let go of the past. Part of this manifests in his refusal to wear anything but the finery he once wore while part of the Imperial Court - an odd habit considering Cairo's arid climate and Iosif's aversion to hot weather.

Hobbies:

• Iosif enjoys reading in his spare time, mostly historical or philosophical texts; especially in Russian, but those are frequently in short supply.

Fears:

• A fear of bankruptcy - Wealth to Iosif is the basis of self-worth, and without a sense of literal self-worth one is no better than the pitiful degenerates who roam the streets, begging for scraps.
• A fear of change - Coming from a place where the ruling social class did do for over 400 years, Iosif struggles and in fact dreads the onset of change. This is one of the reasons he squandered most of his fortune on the pro-Tsarist forces during the Civil War.
• A fear of omens - Despite his Hedonistic and wasteful nature, Iosif is a very superstitious and God-fearing man, easily spooked by the unexplained.

Likes:

• Wealth
• Fine food & drink
• Fine clothes
• High society
• Those who come from an educated or wealthy background
• Literature

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• The poor
• Communists
• 'Savages' (Iosif is somewhat of a racist)
• Those 'rising above their station' (Iosif yearns for a time when the rich were rich, the poor were poor, and neither dared to speak to the other).
• Hot climates
• Physical labour

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General World Skills:

• Keen eye for detail - As a former member of the Russian Aristocracy, Iosif has spent much of his life taking in the intricacies and complexities of fine art. As a result, he is often able to spot minute details others may miss or gloss over.
• Eloquent - Iosif has a stunning mastery of English and Russian, and is able to communicate clearly and fluently to a wide variety of speakers.
• Scholarly - Iosif's time spent reading has made him incredibly intelligent from a scholarly point of view; he knows much about world history and philosophy. That being said, his practical wisdom and street smarts leave a lot to be desired.
• Connected - Iosif knows many families from the European aristocracy, and is able to call in favours. Whether or not those he calls upon will pull through, especially given his behaviour these past few years, is yet to be seen.
• Value appraisal - By looking at and studying precious objects such as ancient relics, jewelry, clothing, etc. Iosif is able to work out the rough value of an item.

Combat Skills:

• Riding - Horse
• Combat - Edged Weapons - short swords
• Marksmanship - rifles/shotguns

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Grubby & Worn Russian Aristocratic clothing
• Purse/Wallet - £50
• Pre-Revolution Identity Papers with Kristov family seal
• Ornate hand-made cane
• Glasses
• Numerous rings
• Large silver Orthodox Cross
• A room key
• Ivory pipe
• Canteen

Residence:

• Money - £850, the remainder of his family fortune converted to British Pounds
• Ornate Cavalry Sabre
• Small Faberge Egg, bought on the Black Market as a memento
• Personal Journal & writing tools
• Ivory pipe
• Tobacco
• A worn group photo of the Romanovs and members of the Russian Imperial Court, taken 1912

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What Brings You To Cairo: Several months ago, Iosif began to experience a series of reoccurring dreams, each featuring the image of the Eye of Horus. Down on his luck and believing the dreams to be messages from God, Iosif left the care of his associates in London and sold off his last remaining assets to secure passage to Cairo. There, Iosif believed, God would give him the key to restoring the family fortune and prestige he had squandered away.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Iosif was no stranger to the aristocratic life - and all that came with it. The only son of Count Iosif Drazhenko Kristov and Countess Yvonne Kristov, little Iosif was exposed from an early age to all the exuberance and splendour that the Romanov Imperial Court had to offer - endless feasts, expensive gifts, long trips abroad and an Oxford education that would make event the most seasoned of scholars green with envy.

This decadence continued well into his adulthood, the almost insatiable need for consumption - food, drink, literature, money, women - driving his every waking moment. He, like so many others in the employ of Tsar Nicholas II, remained blissfully unaware (or perhaps wilfully ignorant) of the lit powder keg upon which they sat.

When the revolution of March 1917 swept through St. Petersburg, Iosif was one of the first to flee, returning to his ancestral home in Tsaritsyn in the hope that the spectre of Communism would not reach that far. By October however it became apparent that there was nothing that could be done to quell the restless masses, and once more Iosif ran; this time to London to live with several Tsarist sympathisers and fellow members of the Imperial Court.

Unwilling to give up his old ways, Iosif became obsessed with recapturing the essence of the life he left behind in Russia. When word spread about the White Russian push against the Bolshevik menace, Iosif was one of the first to fund their Army - funnelling thousands upon thousands of Roubles into the war effort in the hope that they could restore what was left of the Monarchy (and therefore his old life).

By the time the Pro-Tsarist forces conceded defeat however, Iosif had wasted much of his fortune and alienated many of his friends and colleagues with his incessant fixation on 'rebuilding' Russia - as if it were required of him by some divine providence. Those that remained by his side continued to support him at least for a time, but when it became apparent how unwilling Iosif was to let go of old habits, even those closest to him refused to continue propping up his lifestyle.

It was at this point that the dreams started. At first he didn't understand them, only that each prominently featured the image of the Eye of Horus. But as both their frequency and vividness increased, Iosif began to believe that the sweeping ancient vistas, luscious oases, shifting sands and untold riches beneath them were nothing short of a sign from God; Pointing him towards the ancient and terrible place where the Israelites were once enslaved beneath the yoke of the Pharaohs. There, he believed, would be the key to his restoration.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Cairo has been... challenging, to say the least. Although Iosif has managed to find and sell several artefacts at the numerous digsites dotting the Saharan landscape, they have done little to sustain Iosif's excessive lifestyle. Although he still holds out hope that God will once more show him a sign and make good on his word, if he doesn't change his lifestyle or find a big break soon he'll wind up exactly where he has been frantically trying to avoid - in the gutter, destitute.

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Character Quote: 'For God and Country'
Theme Song: The Tsarist Army Marches
Anything Else: I would have said Anubis, but Ammit is pretty hardcore for a deity/demon. Also, Obligatory self-protection link (sorry, not sorry :P)

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Iosif Kristov

"That's Count Kristov to you!"

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✿ Vera Munn ✿
"Finally, someone with some class around here!"

As both an educated woman and a member of the British aristocracy, Iosif felt immediately drawn to Vera like a Bedouin to an oasis. Although he hasn't been in Cairo long, a lot of his time has been spent learning about Egyptian history and the various digs around Cairo from Vera, and the pair have formed an unlikely friendship.

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✿Reginald Keystone ✿
"Sometimes I see some of myself in Old Reggie. Perhaps, in another time, we could have been brothers."

Having ran into Reggie by chance in one of Cairo's few licensed establishments, the two quickly became drinking buddies and friends. Having never participated in the Great War, Iosif often hangs on Reggie's stories of heroism and bravery during the North African campaign, and he often shares stories in return of the his life amongst Russia's elite. But the changing world has left the pair weary, and their friendship has never progressed without the aid of a bottle between them.

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☣ William Drake ☣
"That boy needs to learn his place."

Far from the company that Iosif feels at home amongst, something about the brash young Americanskaya Drake just rubs him up the wrong way. Still, the man is a damn good archaeologist and Iosif's main - perhaps only - ticket to fortune and an escape from this hell hole. The two share a tenuous relationship, mostly kept in check by Vera Munn.

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[rivaan]

Priscila Harker

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Priscilla Harker

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Character Summary

Name: Priscilla Edgard Harker
Aliases: Scilla, Mosi
Age: 26
Birthday: October, 31 1897
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: San Francisco,USA
Residence: Shepheards Hotel Room 216
How Long In Cairo: Freshly arrived
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Arts/History
Occupation: Freelance artist and occult researcher
Languages: English*, French*

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Appearance

Height:5’10’’
Weight:155 lb.(the lean muscles weight)
Build:Atheltic
Eyes:Green
Hair:Black
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar like birthmark on the left side of her neck, Ears pierced, Black cat tattoo on her upper back.
Personal Style: Priscilla more often than not wears very tomboyish attire. Loose comfortable, but sturdy trousers, tall boots and w white shirt with long sleeves and usually one or two of the top buttons undone. Depending on the time, she may or may not also wear a cowboy hat for good protection from high sun and a gray jacket to protect from the chill of the night.

She rarely wears much fashionable clothing or dresses for that matter, but is known on occasion to wear simple black dress with high cut around the right leg.

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Brave * Wild * Strong willed * Blunt * Passionate * Ruthless

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Mosi as she preferred to be called is a very opened up person. She’s frank about what she’s thinking and basically almost never lies. She believes lying is not a good thing to do, but under specific circumstances she's known to lie with quite the ease though, usually ones where the well being of others depend on it. She considers helping others a virtue, but she's not a fool about it either. Helping without regard or thought could cause the one helped more evil than good. Priscilla also has a strange obsession with her dreams. She never completely remembers them, but is always left longing whenever she has them. They tease at her as a distant mirrage that shimmers into nothing the moment she gets too close. Whatever seh can remember, she writes in her journals.

Beside those traits, she is hard to anger person and prefers to enjoy her time as much as she can. In short she LOVES to fool around and just have fun. She loves visiting bars, find people she enjoys talking to, among other things. She's passionate about her interest and other people. What she does dislike is being told what to do, whom to talk to, what to wear and so on. She's a free spirited person who does what she wants to do.

Final characteristic of hers is that she's completely ruthless whenever it comes to people who wronged her in any way. Priscilla's not new to fighting and considers it a very viable method to deal with annoying people. Breaking bones, causing great pain and continued causing of pain are things she almost enjoys doing as a lesson towards the next person, a lesson that she's not harmless.

Habits: Plays with her hair, Scratches with her nails softly on tables, desks and so forth while waiting, smoking pipe, looking at her medallion.
Hobbies: Smithing, Drawing, Engraving metal, Smoking pipe, reading, Dancing.
Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged (You will be expected to play to these fears. They will be noted by the Gm and used against you ~grins~)

• Failing a friend
• Lightning
• Suffocating

Likes: 6 minimal

• Cats
• Alcohol
• Sleeping
• Campfires
• Playing around
• Smithing
• Weapons(mainly bladed ones)
• Stories
• Occult
• The past
• Feathers

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Dogs
• Big bodies of water
• Limitations
• Cold
• Decaying bodies
• Arrogance
• Guns

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General World Skills: Max 9 - History must reflect these knowledge's - Once again, it is the 1920's: so few will know how to drive, or even have ever been in a car. Skills must reflect the time of the RP.

• Forging
• Engraving(metal)
• Painting(mainly sketching)
• Maintenance(blades)
• Research
• History
• Occult(Mostly researched European and North American Occultism)
• Wood carving
• Great observation(trained from art classes)

Combat Skills: Max 5 - History must reflect knowing these - Keep it grounded in the real world. Not everyone is a bad ass. This covers things such as Athletics, Diving, Stamina, Acrobatics, Weapons, Swimming, Riding. Now each weapon type is broken down into the following; Edged Weapons (Is further broken down to type - Dagger, Foil, Long Sword, ect - ask if you want to know if a certain weapon would fall into a certain category), Clubs, Pole Arms/Staffs, Unarmed Combat(This is limited to Boxing, Brawling, or Wrestling - each one takes up 1 slot), Throwing Weapons, Projectile Weapons, Pistols, Shotguns, Whips. Remember - this is 1924 - Keep it realistic please. Riding has to be broken down by Animal - Camel and Horse are two different skills and take up a slot each. (Now to ride a donkey, it can be defaulted to Camel or Horse)

• Long Swords
• Focus
• Athletics
• Stamina
• Riding(horses)

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This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash(denote which country), a picture (a rare thing), papers and tobacco, pipe, matches, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, canteen, walking stick, and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world for 1924. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing – Sturdy pair of dark gray trousers, white sturdy linen shirt, leather belt, tall leather boots, dark gray jacket, cowboy hat, leather sword sheath.
• Purse/Wallet – American Dollars, Passport, Egyptian money, Papers
• Steel Long sword
• Her hefty journal
• A bundle of Pencils
• Pouch of ground graphite
• Tobacco
• Smoking pipe
• Matches
• Knife
• Silver Medallion with a 'C' engraved in it.

Residence:
This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, blanket and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Weapons stash, books, files on people, books, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated through out the RP - Bullets get used, weapons get lost, ropes break. Again, keep this grounded in reality. You won't have an arsenal! Bare bones to start folks and keep it with your profession and what your income would have been. Not everyone is going to have money... Limited to spots provided.

• Spare clothing
• Empty journals
• Set of 3 Forging hammers
• Set of small chisels and engraving hammers for metal.
• Files(for metal and wood)
• Carving knife
• Set of thick leather Apron and Gloves for forging.
• A Sketchbook
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What Brings You To Cairo: Minimal 1 well developed paragraph

Priscilla's decision to go to Egypt was very sudden and triggered by the news of the deaths caused by the so called pharaoh curse. Among her more unusual interests, one of the ones she was more obsessed with was the occult. She had researched and studied whatever she could find about the occult in America and Europe, the latter mostly by written works and the like, but then she realized her thinking was too narrow. Egypt was a land of mystery with ancient customs and secrets to uncover, it was brimming with the Occult. Besides, she wanted to see the pyramids.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Priscilla was born in a very well off family. Her father was the owner of a few metal factories and he was able to provide to her a good upbringing. She was a beautiful child and her parents were very happy when she was born, because she was their only child after long years of being unable to have one. She was even born on Hallow's eve. Though their joy quickly turned into confusion as she grew up.

To simply put it, she was one weird little girl. She had nearly no interest in toys. She was overly energetic, preferred company of older people, likes to listen to war stories, ancient myths, disliked most of those girly stories about a prince that saves the princess and they all lived happily ever after. Her family found her quite the handful to deal with, but since they loved her a lot, they never stopped her in doing anything she liked.

Years past so fast as she grew up and finished school. She was turning into more and more of an athlete no matter what her mother and father tried to do. She ran all the time, basically extorted them into finding her a fencing teacher. She often spoke of weird dreams and by the time she decided to continue her education, she also extorted her father to find a smith to teach her the craft. Naturally that was the last straw and her father refused, but she didn't give up. Went on a complete staving strike until he agreed. She even fainted from lack of food, but managed to get her point across.

From there life continued and time raced on. She grew up, learned the craft of her choice, went to college with major in arts also picked up history as minor because she found herself attracted towards the past. She also grew very interested into the occult while in college, used the library to start her own research into the matter. With people such as John Dee and eventually proceeding into more ancient and abstract sources such as myths, legends and historical texts of supposed occult events.

Her parents luckily though managed to have another child while she was in college. It was a son so the future of the family's fortune was secured. Still she was the first born, despite her eccentric interests and complete disregard towards marriage. She was given a free reign of her life as long as she didn't do anything too absurd and provided with money to live. It nicely supplemented her lower income from the art pieces she did for books, newspapers and the like. All the while having enough free time to continue her other passions. When the sudden decision to go to Egypt came, her father decided that she might as well go. She didn't seem to show any desire to act properly and settle down after marrying. If she wanted to travel, he was going to help her, for he feared what she'd do if he didn't.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Minimal 1 well developed paragraph

Priscilla's time in Cairo so far is extremely short. She's just arrived in the city, barely fresh out of the train. What was in her mind was that this felt like a completely different world after all. The scenery was so different from America. The languages of the people talking, the way people dressed or looked, everything was different and she oddly enough loved it for it. She had her heavy suitcases by her side, her hat on her head and a huge smile on her face.

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Character Quote:

• HOLY GOLDEN CHICKEN OF RA!!!
• The past is so alluring
• Forging is art, one moment there's nothing, the next you hold a work of art
• I'm not obsessed with the dreams! Who am I kidding, yes I am.
• What’s the point of living… if you aren’t going to enjoy life’s gifts?
• Why care what others think? You have a mind, don’t you? Is your mind not worth as much as others’?
• Touch my journal without my permission and I will tear off that arm.

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQKQdmwutsQ
Anything Else: Thoth, https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4074615

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Priscilla Harker

"No, I do not care what you think."

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Character Summary

Name: Mahendra Huq Zalil
Aliases: Ali, Mahi, Huq, Turban
Age: 31
Birthday: June 8th, 1891
Ethnicity: Bengali Indian
Birth Place: Kolkata, West Bengal, British Raj
Residence: Shepheard's Hotel - room 2158
How Long In Cairo: Three weeks
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Geology
Occupation: Geologist. Formerly Lance Naik, Indian Army
Languages: Bengali & English

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Appearance

Height: 5ft 8 inches
Weight: 147lbs
Build: Average
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Coal black
Skin Tone: Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar across his left arm after being slashed by a sabre.
Personal Style: After his time in Britain, Mahendra took a liking to more European style of fashion, though by no means has left the traditional styles from his homeland. He's like a cameleon, adapting and changing his attire in regard to his surroundings and company. As they say, "When in Rome, do as Romans do."

When in the company of Europeans, he prefers decent suits, white shirts and polished shoes. All clean and ironed straight, he knows that diligence in appearance is highly valued. Same applies for hair and facial hair, which are finely trimmed and combed back in an orderly fashion. When in the company of natives like himself and like-minded people, or simply when to impress or show his heritage, you might find a slightly different man. One who wears more traditional clothing, like a Kurta worn over a louser shirt, wider pants and a turban, alongside sandals. His moustauche is then still finely trimmed, while his hair is neatly hidded undearneath the turban.

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Psychology

Helpful * Stubborn * Polite * Judgemental * Brave * Superstitious

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality:

First impression matters a whole lot for Mahendra. To those who's left a good impression on the shorter man, he's a polite and generous man. He's usually seen wearing a friendly smile under than black moustache, nodding and giving friendly gestures to known friends and strangers alike. He's a man who firmly believes that there's good in all men, as long as they're ready to admit their wrong-doings and ask for forgiveness. And for those he cares for, he'll go far to help them in any way he can.

Then there's the more conservative, traditional side of Mahendra, the one who shows his true self if left a bad impression. A firm believer in karma, he's under the impression that certain things happen for certain reasons, and that what befalls a man is justly deserved. Be rude or behave in a bad manner, and you'll find it difficult to be seen by Mahendra as anything else but a scoundrel, a baffoon or worse, destined to be reincarnated as a bug.

Habits:

• Scratching his moustache.
• Kicking around rocks and dirt.
• Running his fingers down the scar on his arm.

Hobbies: Tea-drinking & walks outside of civilization.

Fears:

• Omens of uncertain death
• Being reborn as something other than a man
• Losing his wife

Likes:

• Showing his ancestry
• Spicy food
• Like-minded colonials
• Classical music
• Seeing new sights and places
• Peace and quiet

Dislikes:

• Cold
• Rude or brash behaviour
• Prejudice
• Jazz music
• Cynics
• Criminals

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General World Skills:

• Understanding of local Egyptian superstition
• Geology
• Natural geography
• Excavation
• Social cameleon
• Bartering
• Drawing
• Animal-handling

Combat Skills:

• Bolt-action rifle
• Sabre fighting
• Horse riding
• Stamina
• Whip

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Black polished boots, dark blue pants and suit-jacket, white shirt, and dark red turban.
• Wallet - 27£ 6p, passport (British Indian), geologist- and military-certificates, picture of his wife and child.
• Notebook
• Pencils
• Pocket watch
• Magnefying glass
• Canteen

Residence:

• Spare clothes
• Geologist-kit; brushes, small shovels, microscope, small pick and chisel, etc.
• Books on various geologic areas; Europe, Britain, India, Asia, Africa, Egypt
• Sketch-book filled with various digs and finds
• Meditation matt
• Unwritten letters and envelopes
• Suitcase
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What Brings You To Cairo:

Work does, amongst other things. Seen as the interest for Egypt and the Land of the Pharoes are at it's peak, Mahendra hoped that he would be able to find a fair-paying job amongst the archelogical sights as a well-educated geologist. His thinking was that because many treasures are still waiting to be found underground, who else better to hire than someone who knows what the ground should or should not look like? But there's also a more personal reason, one to do with his time of service there back during the War. He misses not the killing or slaughter of innocent lives, but the times of friendship and excitement that accompanied it. So now he's there, trying to find both work and memories.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo:

Mahendra Huq Zalil was born into a lower-class family, and was raised in the middle of Kolkata, the heart and center of West-Bengal in the British Raj. His father was a travelling salesman, dragging Mahendra and his younger brothers around and outside the city on their trusted horse to do business. His mother was a maid for a prominent British family living in the more luxurious parts of Kolkata, who took care of the younger siblings back home.

The only kind of education Mahendra recieved, was the little reading he was taught by his parents and the wife of the prominent family his mother worked for, while he learned some basic math from his father's business dealings. Other than that, Mahendra stood little out from the millions of other Indian children in the British Empire. And like so many others, he was married at the age of 16 to a younger girl, one he had never met. He would slowly start to care for her though, and come to accept that their marriage would be a fine one. This, alongside him working odd-jobs beside helping his father, was Mahendra's everyday life until he was 21 years old.

The Great War; the War to end all wars, the War with many names. It was something else for Mahendra. It was the war to finally prove he was a true man, and the war to possibly give India the rights She deserved. The British generals welcomed the mass of voluenteers who wanted to serve, seeing the need for manpower and finding their pool in British India. Mahendra was assigned to the 11th Indian Divison and sent for training in Egypt. He was saw combat during the Actions of the Suez where he and his unit fought of the Ottoman forces attempting to seize the Canal.

He was later transferred to the Indian Expeditionary Force D once his previous division was disbanded, now serving in Mesopotamia. It was fighting up the Tigris River than Mahendra's luck ran out; first he was severly injured in an Ottoman cavalry attack where he was badly cut in his arm. Then as he was recovering in a military hospital in Egypt, he recived the news from home; his father was dead, died of disease.

With the war over, Mahendra was afraid of what kind of life he'd return in India, but for once fortune seemed to be at his side. The prominent British family his mother worked for found pity in the family's sorrow, and offered them help; they would pay for Mahendra's education anywhere in Britain to ensure that his family wouldn't end up in povetry after their death. This was how the short Indian ended up in Britain and was able to attend the University of Oxford, in the end gratuating with a degree in Geology. It wasn't easy, but he pulled through after long, tedious work. He then worked on several projects, both in Britain and India regarding both geological and archelogical digs, and in construction.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo:

It has been exciting to say the least, even if the lack of work is getting to him. Mahendra has spent much of time seeking work, specifically amongst the archelogical sights. So far no one has offered the Indian man a position, even a temporary one. So he's done his best to look bright at the situation, and thus watched the sights inside the city, as well as the beautiful view of the endless desert that stretches on forever outside of Cairo. And then it's the vision he has, the dream...An omen.

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Character Quote: "Everything happens for a reason. It is best for us to take the hand we're dealt and do our best."
Theme Song: The Cave - Mumford & Sons
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• Mahendra has a thick Indian accent, which some might find difficult to understand at times.
• Sheshat
• His wife, Myra, still lives in India. She's awaiting Mahendra's return after he's earned enough money to settle down.
• Click me if you dare, you commie

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[Lady Absinthia]

Peter Keystone

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Character Summary

Name: Lord Peter Reginald Keystone of Sussex; Captain of his Royal Majesties R.A.F. - DFC, MC, DSO, VC
Aliases: Pete, Captain
Age: 31
Birthday: May 11th, 1893
Ethnicity: British
Birth Place: Brighton, England
Residence: Barracks: Officers Quarters
How Long In Cairo: Start of Rp is day 1 in Cairo for Peter
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Mathematics/Architecture (MA - St. Johns, Cambridge; Senior Wrangler)
Occupation: Pilot R.A.F.
Languages: English*, Greek*, German

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Height: 5'9"
Weight: 175lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Jade Green
Hair: Ashen Brown
Skin Tone: Sun kissed and slightly worn
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Long scar that runs from his right ear, down and along the line of his jaw to his chin; various other scars on his back, chest, and arms. Deep long jagged scar on his left thigh.
Personal Style: Peter when he can, prefers three piece suits and ties. He tends to wear muted colors that range from tans to olive in color to compliment his skin tone and his eyes. He will usually only wear darker shades during formal occasions in which he sports well tailored tuxedos. He stays clean shaven and well groomed though it seems no matter how much he slicks his hair back it tends to break free due to it's thickness and it having a mind of it's own.

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Allocentric * Dissonant * Selfless * Compulsive * Charming * Irascible

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Peter can be of two minds on things. Part of him is as proper as any gentleman of the court should be. He is refined and courteous as he was taught to be by his uncle. He knows the rules of the court and how to play them as to not cause a scandal. The thing is that he really doesn't care if he does cause a scandal. He wants to do things the way he wants when he wants and usually plays no mind to what the court will or will not say. Their gossip does not bother him and he doesn't take it into account.

Yet he is a caring person so he will take into consideration what others feel before he acts, that is if he truly cares about them. He can be a quick wit and as sharp as a tact but his British humor can make him come off as dry and a bore to those that don't know him. He judges people by their actions, not their upbringing. Something that changed not long before he entered the war. Circumstances change people and his time behind enemy lines though has made him a bit more unpredictable. He no longer fears death and will do what he can to ensure people are safe but he does not go out hunting death like his uncle. One never knows how he might react these days, he is suffering what will become to be known as PTSD in years to come. Currently they just say he suffers from shell shock, which can set him off at any moment.

Habits:

• Brushing his hair back to smooth it out
• Popping his fingers
• Running his finger along the scar on his face

Hobbies:

• Taking Tea
• Boxing

Fears:

• Mustard Gas
• Red hot metal
• Becoming Earl

Likes:

• Architecture
• Greek Philosophy
• History
• Horse Back Riding
• Fresh Air
• Scones
• Tea
• Whiskey
• Intelligent Conversation

Dislikes:

• German's
• Mustard Gas
• Destruction of Art or Architecture
• Rakes (The personality, not the lawn equipment)
• Those who prize surface beauty over substance
• His R.A.F. Uniform (Damn thing itches)
• Disease
• Tight spaces
• His awards

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General World Skills:

• Mathematics
• Architecture
• Architectural History
• Aeronautics
• Pilot
• Driving (Car)
• Riding (Horse)
• Physics
• Art (Sketching/Sculpture)

Combat Skills:

• Boxing
• Pistol
• Rifle
• Sword/Saber
• Explosives

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Three piece suit in an olive and tan tweed. Burgundy silk tie, gold cuffs, high polished deep mahogany hued dress shoes. Silk handkerchief, leather wallet, golden pocket watch.
• Wallet - Gentleman's wallet containing many British notes and coins, his ID, Military ID, travel papers
• Passport
• Train ticket stub
• A couple of letters he received from Reginald and Vera during the war before he was presumed dead.
• A oddly shaped broken small piece of steel
• Pocket Knife
• Webley Mk VI Revolver
• Walking Cane

Residence: - At Barracks

• Trunks full of clothing
• Special trunk of mementos
• Military Garb
• Officers Saber
• Books on Philosophy
• Architectural plans
• Sketch books
• Charcoals
• Portrait of Vera
• All his horses tact and gear
• Arabian Stud named Vincent

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: He has arrived in Cairo for various reasons. One of which is to inform his Uncle Reginald that he is alive. His father was just going to send word in a letter but Peter felt it was not the type of news that should be delivered in any manner but in person. Another is to let Vera know he still lives and if she will keep her promise now that he has returned.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Life growing up for Peter was what one might expect for a second born to the Earl of Sussex. His older brother, George, was the one groomed to take over the Earldom while he was groomed to be the spare. He learned everything he needed to take over but he was also taught that he was to be something else since it was likely he would never be the Earl proper. Peter took it in stride for the most part and his father Alistair was grateful that Peter was not the first born. Peter liked doing things his own way and had no intention of joining the military when he came of age. His passions did not lay with the crown. He enjoyed Architecture, Mathematics, Art.

So instead, he went to St. Johns, to study at a college of Cambridge when the time came. Before he left for university though he spent many an hour and day with his uncle Reginald. He felt that his uncle understood him better than his father did, Reginald being a second born as well. Reginald was more of a father to him than Alistair; taking him under his wing and teaching him everything from how to be a gentleman to boxing and riding. He felt more free to speak his mind around him than he did at home. He was a free spirit and wanted to do things his way. Reginald seemed to find a balance with Peter between what one wanted to do and what one needed to do.

When he went off to college, Peter did well. Better than well. He passed his exams with top marks, got his BA by the time he was 18 and his MA by the time he was 20. Then the war began and Peter still had no desire to join the military and even if he did he was sure he would just take some position where he would never have to see battle. He wanted to create structures that would stand the test of time, not be part of their destruction. Yet because of his place as the second son and the fact he was now done with school his father basically forced him to join the British Military. He didn't want it but he did idolize his Uncle Reginald and took a commission in the R.A.F.

Training went well and quickly, they needed pilots. Once completed he had a few days leave before being shipped off. During these few days he attended a "Coming Out" for friends of the family. It was Lady Vera's Munn coming out at Almack's, a crush held by the ton for the society to put her on the market as it was to find a husband. He knew Vera growing up and was glad to be able to be there for her, even though the last time he had seen her was before university. She was but a child then, she wasn't now.

Things happened and he went off to war. He was part of many dog fights against the German's over the Northern Countries in Europe during WWI as well as being part of reconnaissance missions. Letters were exchanged with his family and Vera while he fought over Germany. Then one day they stopped. His family was told the truth, he was shot down over Berlin and that he saved the rest of in his formation by sacrificing himself against a German Flying Ace. They were told incorrectly he died but he ended up surviving and was being held as an unknown P.O.W. for years before he was able to escape. He just recently returned to England two months ago to try to put his life back in order. He has yet to open up to his family about what happened to him while in Germany, only giving the needed details to the Crown directly. It is not something he wishes to speak about.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Peter arrived in Cairo roughly three hours ago by train. He is on leave from the R.A.F. - a much needed one. Thanks to a hefty back pay due his newly adjusted status of former P.O.W. and what he lived through he has several months of leave still. His first stop was too the Barracks to find his uncle but on arrival he was informed that the Lord Major had left a while ago. He figured that his uncle was one of two places; out drinking or with Vera. Next stop, the Museum.

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Extras

Character Quote:

• Before you start a war you better know exactly what you are fighting for
• Even when given a choice, I chose the pain of life over the release of death
• Does time really heal all wounds?

Theme Song: Give Me Back My Life - Papa Roach

Anything Else:

• Thoth - God of Architecture
• Enter Eden
• Is left handed
• Scar on his thigh was inflected when he was thrown from his plane when it crashed and he was partially impaled on a fence post

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Relations

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The Notebook

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Peter Keystone

"Fighting for the sake of fighting? Stupid, very stupid"

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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♡ Vera Munn ♡
"She is far more charming than she will ever know"

Peter has always adored Vera on some level and was even trying to propose to her before he left for war. Thoughts of her gave him something to hold on to, to fight for and get back to. Thoughts of a content life together was probably the only thing that kept him moving foward and willing to sacrifice anything for.

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❦ Reginald Keystone ❦
"The only one I care to make proud."

Peter grew up idolizing his uncle. He was also a second born and his uncle knew how he felt far better than his own father ever would. Finding him again now that the war is over is a great relief to him. Sure he wanted the rest of the family to know he was back among them but letting Reignald know was far more important.

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✿ George Benaszewski ✿
"He was far tougher than I ever imagined"

Peter met George during the war and was on site when his devistating injury occured. Peter was the one that got him to the medics. During the Georges healing they kept in touch until Peter vanished. Peter has yet to try to contact George since his return, having other more important matters to tend to but that doesn't mean he hasn't thought of the man he pulled from the underbrush.

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Lord Carnarvon And The Udjtat

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Other Clues Or Points Of Interest

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[Lady Absinthia]

George Benaszewski

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George Benaszewski

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Character Summary

Name: George Izydor Benaszewski II
Aliases: Tin Woodsman
Age: 27
Birthday: November 11th, 1896
Ethnicity: Polish-American
Birth Place: Plover, Wisconsin
Residence: Guest Housing American University, Cairo
How Long In Cairo: One Week
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Former Marksman U.S. Army (Rank Private) - Organized Crime Enforcer/Right-hand/Hitman, Bootlegger (Irish Mafia U.S.)
Languages: English*, Polish*

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Appearance

*Please note that no matter how kind someone is that meets him there will be a need for fear and will power check done due to his appearance. (One for when they meet him with his mask on and another for if they ever see him without it.)
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 185lbs
Build: Lean but toned
Eyes: Dark Hazel, appear brown in lower lights
Hair: Dark Chocolate
Skin Tone: Medium with olive undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scars:

• Left Side Of Face Disfigured
  • No left eye - empty socket
  • Lost upper left jaw
  • Lost most of his left cheekbone
  • Terrible scaring over left side of face

Personal Style: George dresses well compared to the average individual but not as highly as he could. Preferring the more street priced than the higher end he could afford. Wool and Wool Tweed Suits are the usual: Jacket, Vest, Pants, Shirt. His shirts can vary in color from white to light blue or purple to pale green and his suits are always muted shades of brown, green, or grey. Ties are normal, tucked beneath his vest, and are usually striped in various colors. A long overcoat is usually worn or with him, despite the heat.

Hats are normally worn, Fedora for more formal occasions when in travel though a pageboy cap is the standard for George. He is usually cleanly shaven on his cheeks, jawline, and chin, but sports a painters brush style mustache. Rarely does he ever allow his stubble to grow and can be rather meticulous about his grooming - Not for style though, habit from his wounds healing and fear of infection and further scarring. Gloves he can take or leave as needed, just a simple pair of tan leather ones. Shoes are usually hand buffed

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Psychology

Loyal * Melancholic * Thorough * Reactive * Courteous * Escapist

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: George can come off as extremely shy and lacking in self-confidence. He is quiet, reserved, and often times seems to be just a background article that most over look until they lock eyes or actually eye with him: Then he becomes something people either stare at, reel back from, or try to avoid noticing. He says very little but the looks he can give speak volumes. He knows what people see, what they think; he has dealt with it for sometime now and has even thought the same when looking at himself in the mirror.

In truth though he is just polite and reserved due to his appearance. He can seem depressed, both inside and out. Wanting to reach out more and feel acceptance but does not put much faith in humanity. He has few friends but is beyond extremely loyal to those that are. He is patient, learning how to sit and wait to do what is needed. Yet there are times when he sees or hears things that he will react. He has many flaws but nothing that would constitute him as monstrous or evil; he is just reactive to the world around him. A tragic figure that seems to ever have a melancholic persona. Sadness does not rule his life but it heavily influences it.
Habits:

• Swallowing frequently
• Looking away shyly

Hobbies:

• Cleaning his guns
• Scrap booking

Fears:

• Being discovered
• Further Disfigurement
• His mask breaking or losing it

Likes:

• Reading
• Collection images from magazines, post cards, and the like for scrap booking
• Sitting and listening to the ocean
• The smell of winter
• Sightseeing
• Working

Dislikes:

• Trouser Lice
• Abusers
• People Staring
• His mask
• No longer being able to connect with his sister like he used to
• Hospitals

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Farming
• Dancing
• Driving
• Observation
• Infiltration
• Fieldcraft
• Stalking
• Organized Crime
• Bootlegging

Combat Skills:

• Pistols
• Rifles
• Shotguns
• Brawling
• Sniping

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Wool Tweed 3 piece suit, white button down shirt, pageboy cap, shoes, boxers, tank top, suspenders, tie, socks
• Wallet - Passport, ID, Military Service Card, Visiting Lecturer Pass for American University Cairo, Key to room, Cash (American, totaling $1000), picture of him and his sister before the war
• Smith & Wesson M1917
• Mauser 1914
• 44 Smith & Wesson Triple Lock
• Face Mask/Glasses
• Pocket Watch
• Pocket knife
• Small notepad
• Pencil

Residence:

• Smith & Wesson Second Model Russian
• Webley Mk VI
• Colt Model 1903 Pocket Hammerless
• M1911A1 (Suppressed)
• Savage 1907
• Browning Auto-5 (Cut down)
• Winchester Model 1897 Riot (12 gauge)
• Enfield 1917 30-06 (telescopic sight)
• Roth-Steyr M1907
• Single Suit Case (Contains Change of Clothing, toiletries, scrapbook, Book: The Tin Soldier)

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: Heroine recently has become a major drug in the United States and of course the Mafia's are the major players in this drug. Due to tightening of laws, International agreements, and the like, trafficking said drug has gotten complicated. Egypt, being the main hub of drug trafficking from the Far and Middle East before it reaches Europe and eventually the east coast of the United States, has become a major target for drug enforcement. This has to be dealt with and Billy has assigned George to the task. Go to Cairo and take out various high ranking officials so that other more agreeable people can be placed into office.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: George was born and raised in Plover, Wisconsin. He and his twin sister Gene were raised on their parents farm and had a typical childhood growing up; helping on the farm, schooling when not working the fields. Life was hard but good and George looked to have a content future.

When the U.S. declared war on Germany and joined the fighting forces in World War I, George enlisted. Having a keen eye and a steady hand he was trained as a marksman. During the war he spent the majority of his time alone, hidden beneath camouflage and either scouting troop movements or picking off various high ranking officers/other snipers. He spent sometime with British Troops getting information for future targets. During the war he was severely injured in France.

His injury made him unfit for service and he was sent home to Wisconsin where his sister Gene tended to his wounds. He found himself disconnected with his family because of what he had seen and done during the war and when he was healthy enough, left home for Chicago. He spent much of his down time at the veterans hospital. His wounds were deemed not serious enough for disability but no one would hire him due to his freakshow appearance. Here he met a man who had also been injured and discharged: Billy O'Reily, a now bootlegger and member of the Irish Organized Crime from out of Atlantic City.

Billy took George under his wing and back to Atlantic City with him. Since that time George has climbed the ranks due to his loyalty and skill. Being Billy's right hand man he is privy to all meetings between the various crime lords in the major cities from Atlantic City, to New York, to Chicago. He was tasked with protection of Billy's family from time to time, various hits, and leading crews for the distribution of smuggled in booze from Ireland and Canada.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: George has only just arrived in Cairo a week ago. He has been laying low, getting a feel for the city, how things work, and so forth. He has yet to make his move, waiting on word from Billy as well as other Crime lords back in the U.S. This morning, while catching up on reading news from home and Europe, he became aware of something very personal and has decided to look in on it while he waits.

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Extras

Character Quote:

• I sometimes stare at my face and I can't recall who I was before.
• The basis of fiction is that people have some sort of connection with each other. They don't.
• Just because you don't believe in something, doesn't mean it isn't true.
• Would you pay a dime to see this!?!

Theme Song: What the Water Gave Me - Florence + the Machine
Anything Else:

• Isis
• ~listed in Previous CS~
• Sees perfectly out of his right eye
• He is visiting Cairo under the guise of being a guest speaker for the American University of Cairo for their School of Humanities and Social Services; he is lecturing a class about the mental and physical tolls wars have on soldiers and their problems acclimating to normal society once again

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Relations

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The Notebook

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George Benaszewski

"I am the tin soldier"

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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✿ Peter Keystone ✿
"Good man"

The first face George saw after his injury was Peters standing over him. He didn't remember much but when he woke up at the medic station, there was Peter. The two formed a bond few can and stayed in touch until Peter disappeared. George moved on in life but never forgot what Peter did for him. Knowing now that he is in Egypt, he is seeking Peter out.

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Lord Carnarvon And The Udjtat

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Other Clues Or Points Of Interest

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[FantasyChic]

Faye Masterson

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Faye Masterson

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Character Summary

Name: Faye Georgina Masterson
Aliases: Fifi, Fate
Age: 22
Birthday: April 6, 1902
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: New York, NY
Residence: The Savoy: Room 230A
How Long In Cairo: 3 weeks, give or take
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Psychology/Occult Studies
Occupation: Parapsychologist
Languages: English (Fluent), Latin (Fluent)

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Appearance

Height: 5'7''
Weight: 118 lbs
Build: Petite
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Two Ear Piercings
Personal Style: As Faye grew up with a family that held money tightly, she was forced to dress in hand-me-downs growing up. However, being from New York, she was still exposed to the latest fashion trends as they approached. As such, she will typically wear dresses and walking suits on a daily basis, especially for work (as to appear formal). Her favorite color to wear is often white, but she will wear other colors, especially pinks, blues, and blacks as she sees fit. Shoes tend to be heels, unless she is walking al ot, which she will then wear comfortable shoes, such as flats or Mary Janes.

For evening wear, she follows the Flapper trend and owns a flapper style dress that she likes bringing out. Her hair is kept short and she will wear hats when she feels like it. Make-up is usually modest for work, but she does try to make an effort to look good and appear put together to impress others.

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Psychology

Curious * Excitable * Passionate * Naive * Venturesome * Superstitious

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Faye believes she has the skills and the know-how to be the best supernatural investigator out there. When faced with obstacles, Faye powers through them as she believes no one can stop her. Even when faced with danger, Faye doesn't stand down when she knows she is right. She seeks out adventure and mysteries like her life depends on it, but she is often clueless to the ramifications that may follow.

She is superstitious and that is what drives her the most, believing that mysterious forces are at work in the world. However, she is intelligent and bright and is easy to talk to, especially about subjects she is passionate about. Her curious drive is what motivates her to keep moving forward.
Habits:

• Bites the end of pencil when thinking (while writing)
• Folds the corner of book pages

Hobbies:

• Dancing
• Reading
• Solving Puzzles

Fears:

• Losing Her Freedom
• Being Burned Alive
• Depths of the Ocean

Likes:

• Psychology
• Adventuring
• Fashion
• Gossip
• Jazz Music
• Dessert
• Mysteries

Dislikes:

• Being Looked Down On
• Snobby People
• Smoking
• "Women's Work"
• Being Corrected
• Eggs

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Psychology
• Occult Knowledge
• Cryptography
• Eavesdropping
• Research
• Dancing
• Puzzle Solving
• Reading People

Combat Skills:

• Dagger
• Swimming
• Mental Stamina

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Gray and Black Dress, T-Strap Heels, Black Hat
• Purse - Some Egyptian Currency, Passport, Lipstic, Mirror
• Journal w/ Pencils
• Silver Necklace
• Pocket Dagger
• Handkerchief
• White Handfan

Residence:

• Psychology Books
• Occult Books
• World Map
• Fancy Evening Dress
• Swimming Attire
• Notes From Occult Professor
• Egyptian Dictionary

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: Faye is determined to make it on her own and solve the world's mysteries. She had been in England where she got into a fair deal of trouble due to her own curiosity, but she knew something was up. When deciding on places to visit, Egypt seemed like an obvious choice. So it worked out when the Gould family hired her and Richard to look into this rich guy's death to determine there was nothing funny about it. Faye gets the feeling there is more at work here than what is being told, but she has a job. Can't complain about that!

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Faye was born to working-class parents in the heart of New York City. Faye was born the youngest of three children with both an older brother and older sister. It was expected and told of her since she was young that it was best she be educated and, when the time came, get married. However, Faye admired the working woman. Women who, even on little pay, went out and earned for themselves and their families. She didn't want just any job though, she wanted to be among the boys.

So how did she get into psychology? Faye's sister experimented in high school and ran with the wrong crowd. She would stay out late, get home either drunk or dazed, and would act aggressively whenever confronted by her parents. It culminated in a night when her body was found in a New York apartment, covered in blood in what could best be described as a Satanic ritual gone horribly right. Faye knew then she wanted to uncover the truth. An innate feeling of mystery overwhelmed her mind and she wanted to find out the truth the world tried to keep hidden.

Going to school, Faye took Psychology courses and studied the Occult with Professor Whitte. Professor Whitte was not popular among the school, but those that took him knew him as inspirational and adamant that there was more out there that needed to be discovered. Faye fell in love with the courses she took and was even offered a study trip to England. However, she ran into trouble there due to her curious nature (and the fact she often took a dagger with her for self-protection due to her father's insistence) and she was sent back.

Now, graduated, Faye attempts to secure work for herself working alongside for herself, though business has not been good. That is until the Gould family offered her a job. And a job where her skills would very much be needed. The only catch? Working with a private detective who doesn't believe in the occult. Great.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Having arrived there recently, Faye established herself there and kept her residence there as secret as she could. She and Richard haven't made heads or tails in the investigation as of yet, but hopefully their luck will change. She can handle the heat, but seeing Richard balk at it constantly? She has to admit, it is kind of enjoyable.

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Extras

Character Quote: "If I wanted a man's opinion on my work, I wold have married one."
Theme Song:
Anything Else:

• Bast
• Click Me!

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Fay's Relationships

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The Notebook

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Faye Masterson

"Better off with allies in front of me than enemies behind me."

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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☯ Richard Barker ☯
"Ideally not who I would be working with, but he's smart and able, so beggars cannot be choosers."

Like most men in her life, Richard Barker would feel it best she not be so keen on investigating. Not only that, he feels what she is studying to be hocus pocus. Well, she aims to prove herself right and what better than an adventure in Egypt. She is sure she will get him to turn his opinion around.

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Lord Carnarvon And The Udjtat

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Other Clues Or Points Of Interest

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[ONL]

Richard Barker, Private detective

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Richard Barker

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Character Summary

Name: Richard Barker
Aliases: Dick, Detective Dick, Rickie
Age: 36
Birthday: April - 4th, 1888
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: New York, NY State, United States of America
Residence:
How Long In Cairo: Three weeks perhaps? I rarely count the days anymore, except for the nights I get a good night's sleep.
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Private detective - Formely police detective for NYPD
Languages: New York Yankee-English*, heavily accented Egyptian Arabic*

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Appearance

Height: 5ft 7 inches
Weight: 187 Lbs
Build: Average, but little toned
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Deep scar going down his nose.
Personal Style:

Richard can be seen in his usual attire, consisting of a light-coloured or beige two-piece suit still decent in appearance, but might get old soon. The suit is accompanied with a clean, white shirt underneath and a patterned tie fitting the suit, as well as a wide fedora. It sits firmly on top of his combed-back hair, perhaps in need of a cut soon, but not yet. Though he doesn't need regular glasses, he does don a pair of black sunglasses now and then, more often with the sun out and less at night, but not unlikely. And on his feet Richard sports a pair of black, polished shoes that looks more comfortable than fashionable. That's how Richard prefers it. It's a style he can afford to have, as long as he can have his clothes repaired once in a while.

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Psychology

Determined * Sceptical * Selfless * Blunt * Quick-minded * Humourless

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality:

Richard comes across as a man with one thought in his mind most of the time; solving that last case, whatever the cost may be. He is determined to get the job done effectivly and correctly, in order to get that rent payed and food bought. And in doing so, he can appear as a man lacking emotions. He knows that most people lie to save their own skin, that many do so to both him and their closest ones, and that he probably will uncover whatever dirt they have on them. That's his job after all, figuring out who murdered that lonely man, where that cheating husband ran off to and with who, and where all those public funds got lost. People commit crimes, they lie, and he knows he probably can and will too.

That being said, Richard does have people he trusts and loves; people he would do a whole lot to keep safe and happy. It's just that because of some of these people that he's sceptical of others. People he loved and cared for lied to him, and that's what hurts the most. The remaining few are far in-between, though some have entered his soft spot after That happened. Just don't go expecting him to like you at first glance, even for your sweet smile and swinging walk.

Habits:

• Staring off into the air, deep in thought. Occationally evolves into monolouges about various subjects.
• Preparing a cigarette and fiddling with the lighter, even if he isn't going to smoke.
• Holding his hand over his mouth and nose to cover the scar.

Hobbies:

• Sitting in various joints, smoking while going over old cases again and again in his mind.
• Long nights driving in his car.

Fears:

• Never seeing his daughter again
• Ravens. Damn crows, alway bringers of bad news.
• Barbers

Likes:

• Smoking
• Solving a case
• Slow-dancing
• Not having to borrow money, again
• Souvlaki
• Sleeping in a proper bed

Dislikes:

• His ex-wife
• His nose
• People commenting his nose
• Breakfast
• Liars
• Clues not adding up

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Deduction
• Drive automobile
• Intimidation
• Observation (Crime scene)
• Stealth
• Research
• People-reading
• Slow dancing
• Lock-picking

Combat Skills:

• Athletics
• Unarmed combat - Brawling
• Club
• Pistol
• Shotgun

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Light grey jacket, white shirt and red-striped tie, dark beige pants, light brown wide-brimmed fedora, black polished shoes, black sunglasses, wrist watch and nose-badage.
• Wallet - Private Eye-license, passport, some money (British pounds), photograph of his daughter Elise, contact-information for American consulate, key to his room
• Lock-picking set
• Notepad and pencil
• Magnifying glass
• Blackjack club
• Cigarette case - 16 smokes left
• Lighter

Residence:

• Case files
• Books about Egyptian society
• Hand-cuffs
• Colt Police Positive Revolver
• Box of .38 ammunition
• Clothing
• Binoculars
• Flashlight
• Toiletries. Always important to have.
• Official documents from NYPD, confirming his authority on the case
• This spot is for an animal only - Cat, Goat, Horse, Camel (Basic animal, nothing special about it. It may not even obey every command.)

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: To be honest, I'm not even sure myself. Could be a plethora of reason frankly. I guess my current case is as good a reason as any; George Jay Gould I, sound familiar? Big business guy, and I'm not talking the vendors standing on the corner selling overly-priced papers. Owned a heck lot of railroads, even caught onto the whole "Pharao-craze". Too bad he caught a fever and died right after visiting the tomb of Tutankhamen, but hey, at least it gave me a case. The Gould-family wanted to know that there were no funny business around his death, no murder or spiteful enemies wishing him dead. That was fine enough. The odd thing was who they also brought on the case; Faye Masterson, Parapsychologist. So now I'm in Cairo with a young lady trying to figure out the death of a very rich man. Should be simple, but it never is.

Maybe running away from my troubles back home counts as a reason?

Life Before You Moved To Cairo:

Richard was born the first of four children to the Barker-couple, born and raised in one of New York's shadier neighbourhoods. While things could get rough now and again, the four Barker-children had a fairly good childhood, even when their parents didn't have time for them. For Richard's father, Richard Barker senior, was a cop in the New York Police Department. Which was what Richard junior too wanted to become. So when he wasn't attending school or watching over his siblings, Richard could most often be seen following cops on duty to learn as much as he could. He even sometimes watched them from afar, witnessing how many conducted their work with ruthless efficiency and batons. But they only attacked the bad guys, right?

Richard never got a degree, but managed in 1906 to become a cop just after turning 18 partly thanks to his father already being in the same station. But a few short years later Richard junior was the only Barker left on the force. His father was suspected of taking bribes from a certain Italian establishment and swiftly kicked off-duty for an indefinite amount of time. At first Richard outright refused to believe that his father, the hero in shining armour and blue uniform he had looked up to for so many years could do such a thing, but with age came the creeping realization that no-one was uncorruptable. Every man had his price, even Richard himself.

His idealistic view on his duties as a cop brought him close to the neighbourhood he regularly patrolled. It was commonly known as "Little Egypt" for obvious reasons, as the main demographic of its inhabitants came from the Middle East and many spoke Arabic several generations after emigrating to America. Richard came to know those streets and its regulars more and more as the years on patrol went, and even learned an decent amount of Arabic himself. Of course he never got the accent right, but the others thought of it as characteristic of him, perhaps a bit cute? And he enjoyed it all; his work, his friends, his wife Beatrice and his soon-to-be-born child. Even if his father was a tainted mark on him, life was good.

It wasn't until after the Raid in 1914 that it all started falling apart.

It was meant to be routine task for the now promoted Richard and the rest of the team; they had solid information of a opium trade taking place, who would attend, and when and where it would take place. It would all be simple, put up an ambush and catch the criminals in the act, before going home just in time for dinner. It was anything but simple. They hadn't anticepated the pepretrators to put up resistance like they did, revolvers and knives all thrown into the mix of dark alleyways and too many cooks in one kitchen, so to speak. One of the Portugese guys grabbed Richard from behind, while another came at him with a razor and cutting his nose nearly clean off. Hadn't it been for the backup, Richard knew he'd probably be dead. And he also knew that this operation was doomed from the start. Someone from inside the Department warned them. It angered him, hardened him, even made him a little colder.

Either it was him turning colder that pushed his wife away, or it was his wife's departure that cooled the already shaken police officer, because a year later Beatrice wanted nothing more from Richard. Nothing more except his money and their daughter Elise. He could let go of the money, but Elise he couldn't part with. Not in a million years, not when he needed her the most to stay above water mentally. So when Elise disappeared without a trace another year after his and Beatrice's separation, he had no doubts as to who did it. At least he thought he did, until Beatrice out of all people came crying to him demanding to know where their little Elise was. Richard didn't know, she didn't know, and nobody else did either.

Richard couldn't take the pressure, and quit the force. When the police themselves stopped looking for her, he started on his own, even without many leads. Like she was torn out of this very reality and stored away in another. Richard was a broken man, left with little in that world to live for. Perhaps except for the slim hope of Elise returning home safe. Perhaps that's why he became a private detective, to earn enough money to still be alive if...when Elise comes home, or he himself found wherever those devils had taken her.

There doesn't pass a day without Richard looking up at the door in his office, waiting for Elise to walk in and tell him she's home, like nothing's wrong. Like everything is all right. Like things were almost ten years ago before all of this; The scar on his nose, his tired-looking eyes, the wedding ring lying in his mostly empty safe, the ten-fold read letter from the Gould-estate lying on his desk.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo:

Cairo was a lot like the "Little Egypt" Richard had known and cared for back home in New York, but yet still so very much foreign. The smells and sounds were similar, but only that. They echoed back to memories of better times, but reminded him of the present which was so different. Different and difficult. After doing the usual researching and private-detectivig back home, Richard and Faye were on their merry way to the land of the Pharaos. But all the researching and long talks on the ship could prepare the New York detective for the stiffling heat of the desert, which really didn't help his nose either. But hopefully Faye and he will get a break in the case soon. Hopefully.

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Character Quote:

• "Sure doll, like I'm supposed to believe that?"
• "Don't make me angry. You won't like me angry."
• "...and that's how the dog barks." - Said when finding or figuring out a clue
• "Everybody's got secrets, even if they don't know it themselves."
• "If it seems ordinary, you can bet your five cents that something's off. Seen it too many times to ignore it by now."

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• Sheshat
• Mugs and cups, take your pick
• Richard sometimes has to cover his nose with cloth or bandages, especially in the burning heat of Egypt. He's not sure if he prefers his nose covered or not though.

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Richard Barker

"People lie the time. Either they don't know it, don't care or are lying straight in your face. Trust me, I know."

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☯ Faye Masterson ☯
"Smart kid. Persistant and maybe a bit eccentric, but smart."

It wasn't by choice that Richard was partnered up with Faye, and he'd certainly wouldn't be around her normally, but they got the case together. That's life. Thankfully Faye has shown herself to be a smart and resourceful investigator, even if it is all mumbo-jumbo in his book personally. She's good in his book, though he worries that her naive personality might get her in trouble.

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Gene Benaszewski

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Gene Benaszewski

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Character Summary

Name: Gene Marycha Benaszewski
Aliases: Genie
Age: 27
Birthday: November 11th, 1896
Ethnicity: Polish-American
Birth Place: Plover, Wisconsin
Residence: Ferry Boat
How Long In Cairo: One week
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Nurse
Languages: English

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Appearance

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 98 pounds
Build: Skinny
Eyes: Dark Brown: Round
Hair: Rich Warm Brown, Soft and Curly, Shoulder Length
Skin Tone: Peach (Cool Undertones)
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Thin Lengthy Scar on Upper Left Arm
Personal Style: Gene loves to dress in what she thinks of as "themes." Sometimes, this will be a monochrome theme, with various patterns of black and white on her skirt - or perhaps a plain skirt and a pattern on the blouse. At other times, it's wearing a splash of color against an otherwise unassuming outfit. No matter what, there's always some sort of internal consistency to her dress. She likes to wear her hair down, enjoying being able to shake it out and tug on it as she thinks. A skirt-blouse combo is much preferred to a dress, yet she doesn't find dresses to be awful - they mostly irritate her if she feels like they're clinging to her skin. And no matter what, she'll keep the scar on her arm covered up. It's not something she wants to show off.

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Psychology

Loyal * Mischievous * Realistic * Chaotic * Inquisitive * Closed Off

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: Gene is a rather playful individual. She loves practical jokes and has a lighthearted nature. While some may mistake her as being childlike or naive, that isn't the case at all. She has seen plenty throughout her life and does not wish to dwell on those sort of things. It's better to focus on the present and enjoy it, as it may not last as long as you'd like. Yet at the same time, she keeps her cards close to the vest. She isn't one to be open and honest about deeper emotions, like love and pain.

She is neither optimistic nor pessimistic about what may come to be - whatever comes will come. It's not set in stone and while they can take actions to improve things for the better, those same actions could change things for the worse. She's a realist at her core, but do not mistake her as being apathetic about the future. She is also a rather curious person. For example, she loves reading accounts of supposedly haunted places. Conspiracy theories similarly interest her. While they rarely ever directly impact her, there's something whimsical about them that she just adores.

Habits:

• Shuffling a deck of cards
• Whistling

Hobbies:

• Poker
• Reading (Horror/Science Fiction preferred)
• Painting

Fears:

• Sexual assault
• Losing a family member
• Geological Disaster

Likes:

• Large Dogs
• Sweets
• Tea
• Coffee
• Music
• Practical Jokes
• Rainy Days
• Pranks
• Secrets

Dislikes:

• People touching her cards - she'll gut them
• Being underestimated
• Restrictive dresses
• Ham
• Entitlement
• Early mornings

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General World Skills:

• Psychophysics
• Counterfactual History
• Bicycles
• Quick Study
• X-Ray

Combat Skills:

• Bow
• Breakaway
• Spear

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Pleated black and white skirt, grey blazer, black blouse, black stockings, black walking shoes
• Purse/Wallet - Passport, ID, photograph of her and her brother, room key, $400 U.S.
• Deck of Tarot Cards (image)
• Eihwaz Rune Pendant
• Wrapped Candy
• Pocket Knife
• Box of Matches

Residence:

• Change of clothing
• Basic medical supply kit
• W. Butcher & Sons Cameo (1915)
• Film
• The Sleeper Awakes by H.G. Wells

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What Brings You To Cairo: Her brother. Gene has been searching for him for a while and she found out that he had fallen in with the wrong sort, with them sending him to Egypt to make a move. Tacking what funds she had, she purchased herself a trip to Cairo, intending on tracking him down and breaking some relatively important news to him. She'd rather he hear this from her than anyone else. And besides, a good friend of hers - practically a brother - recommended she take a trip anyways.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: The beginning of Gene's life was relatively uneventful. She grew up on a small farm in Wisconsin alongside her twin brother, George. While things were never easy and times could be tough, it was a happy childhood nonetheless. She'd help out around the house and the farms, doing the chores deemed to be more proper for girls, and was able to go to school to learn to read and write.

When her brother left for the war, it was just Gene and their parents on the farm. She worried about him dearly, picking up tarot card reading as a way to reassure herself that he'd be safe - as if the cards could tell her what was happening to her twin miles away. There were things that she wished she could have told him while he was away - harrowing experiences of her own, ones that she had no doubt would've filled him with a righteous fury.

But when he returned home, his face marred, Gene mentioned none of it and instead nursed her twin brother back to health. She had been learning nursing in an attempt to make a life for herself beyond the farm in rural Wisconsin and her brother's injuries were a steep learning curve, but she picked up a lot regardless. And as suddenly as he returned to them, George left. He never really had returned the same from the war - he was distant.

Eventually, feeling restless and sick of life on the farm, Gene left as well, fulfilling her goal of becoming a nurse at a veteran's hospital. It was a way to feel close to her twin, even as they were separated once more.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: So far, Gene has mostly been checking out various locations and asking around for word about her brother. With his disfigurement, he tends to stand out and she's been using that to her advantage in finding him. Hopefully she can find him quickly - being alone in a strange foreign city, looking as small and defenseless as she does, can be a bit of a nerve-wracking experience.

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Character Quote: "Just because something isn't in the cards doesn't mean it cannot one day be."
Theme Song: Crystal Ball by Emil & Friends
Anything Else: Isis; Soulless Regency
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Gene Benaszewski

"I am more than you'll ever know."

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❦ George Benaszewski ❦
"My twin brother."

Gene and George grew up together and before he left to the war, Gene felt they had that twin telepathy, to be able to communicate nonverbally and understand one another. That all changed when he returned - maybe they can set things right this time, after spending time apart. At any rate, she has some things to tell him and he's going to listen - even if he is half a foot taller than her and twice her weight.

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Haring Reddish

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Haring Reddish

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Character Summary

Name: Corporal Haring Demetrius Reddish
Aliases: "Corporal!", Red Haring, Lieutenant Reddish
Age: 30
Birthday: June 11, 1894
Ethnicity: Sir, Angle, Sir! Angle, and/or Saxon, is my meaning, Sir! With naught but a smidgen of Teuton, on mother's side, Sir!
Birth Place: Unincorporated Nottinghamshire, England
Residence: Qasr El Nil Barracks - C10/D10 - simple room adjacent to Officers' Quarters
How Long In Cairo: One Year
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: No college - Army training, secondary with Military Intelligence
Occupation: Officer, British Army, Dept of Military Intelligence
Languages: English*, German*

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Height: 6'2"
Weight: 170
Build: Slender, Wiry
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale, weathered
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Three bullet scars, upper torso, several knife scars on forearms.
Personal Style:

The Corporal is generally to be found wearing the military uniform appropriate to his situation and assignment. In the case of his residence in Cairo, he is attired in standard desert/tropical uniform, consisting of khaki drill clothing that otherwise resembles the attire assigned to him in the Great War. When not on base, in a hostile zone, or marching, he is seen wearing a pith helmet, as per standard. The uniform is not altered nor abbreviated unless he is off duty, in which case he is usually in boots, undershirt, cargo pants, and suspenders, which may or may not be over his shoulders.

His civilian attire is only worn in full leisure or when "incognito", and consists of dark slacks, oxford shoes, light button-down shirts, twill vest and flat cap. His preferred coat is a wool greatcoat, but there are few opportunities to wear it in Egypt.

The Corporal still has his old Infantry and service dress uniforms, but they are generally packed away.

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Psychology

Dutiful * Loud * Enthusiastic * Eccentric * Honorable * Headstrong

Sexuality: Heavily Confused. Hetero, but sometimes questions are raised.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:

The Corporal is an oft loud, boisterous individual who takes concepts like Loyalty and Service very seriously. He is hardworking and highly willing to follow the orders of his military superiors, just as much as he is willing to whip into shape and order about the soldiers under his authority. If given a task to perform, The Corporal will ensure its speedy completion with as much proper Britishness as is humanly possible, and no sparing the details.

He is also quite adept at keeping his mouth shut when it is required. With his actual work, it is highly required from time to time, and for long (often terminal) duration. He is further willing to get his hands dirty in the name of carrying out orders, though he is not a bloodthirsty maniac. Mostly. In the world, there is a Right Way of doing things, and Wrong Way, certainly, and a Military Way. Such lives the awfully particular man known best in Cairo as "The Corporal".

Habits: Shouting, Requesting Permission
Hobbies: Crossdressing, Card Collecting
Fears:

• Failing the Lord Major
• Camel Spiders
• Waking up in a trench

Likes:

• Aeroplane Cards
• Women's Attire
• Tea
• Whisky
• A Job Well Done
• Flowers
• A Good Knife (Indispensable, really)

Dislikes:

• Disorder
• Laziness
• Anyone speaking against the Lord Major
• Undeserved Entitlement
• Cold Coffee
• Trouser Lice

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General World Skills:

• Driving
• Riding (Horse)
• Investigation/Espionage
• Communications
• Codes/Cyphers
• Athletics
• Stealth
• Arabic*
• French*

Combat Skills:

• Brawling (Trench Close Combat training)
• Knife
• Sword
• Pistol
• Rifle

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Khaki Drill Campaign Uniform (to include frock, cargo shorts/pants, suspenders, boxer style undergarments, boots, putties, socks, belt, Victorian shirt and pith helmet)
• Wallet - moderate amount of both Egyptian and English pounds/shillings, identification, alternate identification, Cairo Bank Notes, business cards, and Letter of Assignment as Keystone's personal Valet)
• Webley Mk VI Revolver
• Speedloader (3)
• Holster
• Trench Knife (Robins Dudley Push Dagger)
• Concealable Sheath
• Credentials
• SMLE MkIII Sword Bayonet
• Pocketwatch, common

Residence:

• Lee-Enfield Mk III Battle Rifle (with bayonet and all the fixin’s)
• Various Munitions
• Rucksack
• Brodie Helmet
• "Class A" Dress Uniform
• 1908 Webbing with full "Marching Order" supply
• Stack of individually wrapped Aeroplane Cards
• Spare uniforms (desert fatigues, infantry uniform)
• Entrenching Tool
• Casual clothing (slacks, oxfords, buttondown shirts, vest and flat cap)
• Arabian Bay Stallion (technically not his persay, but at his disposal for duties while on present assignment) with military tack

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What Brings You To Cairo:

Lieutenant Haring D. Reddish was assigned to a position at the Qasr El Nil Barracks to the personal staff of the Lord Major by the Department of Military Intelligence. The rank of Corporal is a cover, ironically giving him greater access to points of communication and excuses to "run errands" without arousing suspicion. His assignment is ongoing and straightforward: Observe and assess Lord Major Keystone to determine his fitness to continue service. If he is ever found to be unstable or incompetent, he will be given an offer: Accept retirement at the sum rank of every promotion he intentionally refused, or bring further dishonor upon his family. Unknown to the DoMI, Lieutenant Reddish has his own agenda.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo:

Reddish was born in rural Nottinghamshire, to a mixed Austrian and English family of horse breeders. A common family by all accounts, but one with a history of participation in the Royal Military. At least one per generation. He grew up around stories of the various wars; both the grime and the glory involved. Perhaps this inherent patriotism is why he volunteered into the Army when WWI kicked off.

He had heard many stories about Lord Keystone. For instance, he saved the life of Reddish's father during the Boer War; a very expensive gambit wherein he ordered his men to pack caissons with explosives and send them hurtling over a ridge to discourage a vastly superior force from overrunning their position. He happened to be in the area at the time. In another instance, Reginald led a unit of surveillance dirigibles on a nighttime mission, without orders, over hostile territory to provide cover for an artillery unit that was pinned down for days by a dug-in enemy force. He used the dirigibles as a series of silent, floating sniper platforms, allowing the soldiers to escape. One of them was Reddish's uncle.

The young man, now Private Haring Reddish (though he went by "Harry") was placed with an Infantry unit and sent to the trenches. He was a decent enough soldier, but was caught in the same dirt-walled situation as everybody else; trapped within shouting distance of a few dozen to a couple hundred German soldiers, afraid of what would kill him first - the cold, disease, an enemy bullet, starvation, or the crippling, boring monotony of it all. Maybe an enemy mortar would get him. All he could do was wait and see. One night, after having exhausted their supplies and having not eaten in four days, he and his fellow soldiers could smell meat searing, carried by the wind from the German trench. Something clicked within him.

Raw desperation fueling him, Private Reddish broke the trench stalemate by sneaking out at night with three of his fellows, faces blackened with burnt cork. They wielded bayonets, clubs and knives, and managed to cross No Man's Land undetected. Upon entering the German trench, they conducted a series of brutal and messy knifepoint kills, Private Reddish being the most enthusiastic of the group. They got every last one of them, Harry taking out their Captain with a particularly nasty push dagger. Eighteen distinctly separate potentially lethal wounds. He then got on their radio and, in flawless German, posed as the officer and told their HQ that they had overrun the British trench and please resupply their new position. The ruse lasted long enough to get his unit fed and a decent night's sleep. Or as well as a man can sleep in a dugout. Private Reddish crawled out of the trench with his face and hands covered with blood. Between that, his name, and that there was a man in his unit named Harold, he acquired the nickname "Red Haring" to distinguish and achieved serious notoriety as a Trench Raider.

If you do something well, people want you to do it again. And again. And again. Private Reddish gained rank and responsibility. Lance Corporal, later full Corporal as ranks became available, but he was kept quite literally in the trenches, raiding the enemy as he could under cover of darkness. While on the German side, he took to liberating papers and communications from enemy HQ, stealing supplies, providing the occasional on-the-ground tidbit to help the overall war effort. It got the attention of Military Intelligence, who recruited him with Officer's commission. He just had one last raid to finish.

It did not go as planned. Harry took a bullet and was bleeding out, his men were barely able to hold onto their position. The entire countryside was being taken by the bulk of the German forces in the area. Death was eminent. From someplace behind their position, Corporal Haring Reddish heard the sounds of plane engines. The Lord Major arrived on the scene, leading his Skyknights (his unit had adopted Reginald's callsign as their classification) to part the approaching army until the ground troops could arrive. As he made his third pass, the Lord Major's plane took ground fire and was forced to make an emergency landing. Instead of counting himself out of the fight, he exited his plane and led the ground charge to retake the area with cries of "Tally ho!" and "Have at you, sir!" Reddish recalled that Reginald fought pretty good for a portly, grey haired old man. Briefly passing the injured Corporal, the Lord Major paused just long enough to hand him a loaded pistol, exclaiming, "We're not dead yet, old boy!" Reginald may not remember him specifically, but Reddish will never forget.

Reddish pulled through. Like his father and his uncle, the legend known as The Lord Major had saved his life. He accepted the position with Intelligence, and left the trenches behind. When the case to observe Lord Major Reginald I. Keystone came to his office, Haring jumped to volunteer for it. There were no other takers, so he was given the long-term assignment. Also, he felt an odd call to come to Cairo, like he belonged there. Like there was a greater meaning.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo:

Since moving to Cairo, Haring has thrown himself into his work. He has total respect and loyalty for Reginald, and has gotten to know him quite well. Yes, he is borderline suicidal. Yes, he is often unorthodox. Yes, he drinks heavily. But he also does an amazing job, given his circumstances. So Haring is a little goofy at times. And loud. And annoying. Maybe it's an act. Maybe it isn't. Regardless, he is now The Corporal, ever the right-hand man of the person for whom he has the most respect in the world. Now that he has secured the title of Reginald's personal Valet, he intends to do so. Even to the point of helping him have his last big adventure and fulfilling his dream of dying with glory.

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Character Quote:

"Yes, Lord MAJOR!!!"

Theme Song:

Forty-Seven Ginger-Headed Sailors

Anything Else:

Thoth - Keeper of wisdom and balance, scribe of the Gods, and the guy who really controlled things behind the scenes.

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Starting day: October 3rd, 1924

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