[OOC] Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

[Rig]

@EchoicChamber Okie doke, no problem. I live in Asia so I'll head to bed now... hopefully when I wake up I'll see some stories posted and be able to begin the adventures of Jimmy Slip and his gang!

[Joker892]

Jeffery

Full Name: Jeffery Ortegious.

Nicknames/Aliases: Jeff

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Occupation: Mercenary

Description:

his looks

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


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

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

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

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

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

Hope this is good enough.

[EchoicChamber]

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[VitoftheVoid]

The Furtive Technician

Full Name: ????

Nicknames/Aliases: The Furtive Technician,

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

Gender: Female

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

Quick witted and fast on her feet.

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

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

-Very touchy about anyone getting near her glasses.

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

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

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

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

[EchoicChamber]

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[Magister]

Full Name: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana

Nicknames/Aliases: The Asp, Will Of the Wisp, The Fourth Man, and aliases too numerous to mention, but most often a William Evargrant.

Age: Over the age of 30

Gender: Male, most certainly, though though use of makeup and other assorted items can take the appearance of a woman with sharp cheekbones.

Occupation: A liaison for various interests? Or perhaps a courier, one that worked the odd twilight in the sorts of places frequented by the unsavoury and the high born, delivering all sorts of things, promises, and things both real and conceptual. Or perhaps he is a thief and bearer of false witness.

Description: Montana has a face who's expression are subtle, and rarely extravagant when responding to the stimuli Fallen London provides. Shoulder length, pitch dark hair is often swept back, tucked behind the ear. This dark colour is mirrored in his eyes, where the darkness of the pupil is matched, and swallowed by the darkness of his iris.

His most recognizable article of clothing is a wide brimmed hat. What one needs a hat for in a sunless land is mystery itself.



Personality: A gentleman in the traditional sense of the word, but perhaps only in word, as what is his true personality is likely hidden behind the mask of gentlemanly conduct. There is a touch of idle fancy within his person, or perhaps it's just an abstract world view that influences the way he moves. Sometimes he can be anything. Would that make his personality a series of well rehearsed roles? Who can tell.

Skills: A hand to hand specialist, with a variety of obscure, and at times, depending on how his body moves, obtuse movements. An excellent duelist. A linguist. A crack shot. Perceptive, with a head perfect for the art of deduction. Making things disappear or reappear Finding lost things, and losing found things. Not being in the wrong place, and being in the right place. Understanding the difference between being in the right place at the wrong place, and the wrong place at the right time. Replacing things. Not being noticed for long periods of time, and being noticed when he needs to be.

Weaknesses:

Brief History: A British native, but no native of London, Roderic Montana has been in a military campaign or two, spent time traveling and training in the Orient. Has done work for Britain outside of military service, along with a few other nations. Emigrated to fallen London for work.

Other: Doesn't work with the Royal Navy

[EchoicChamber]

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[Bishop]

@EchoicChamber As long as you don't use those damn candle actions...sure I'll join.
I lost 12 actions just for listening to that foreign princess and her bullshit stories. I thought that duplicate items had some value.

[EchoicChamber]

@Bishop Nah, candle actions won't be a thing in this roleplay. c:

[EchoicChamber]

Intro's up! It's not the best, as I wrote it at roughly two am where I live, but I promised that I'd make a post soon and I wanted to stick to my word, haha.

[Bishop]

Character Sheet

Like the image except the eye slits are smaller, there is no mouth opening and the mask is a little bigger covering more to the sides. The hat covers more on the back of the head. And of course they wear gloves.

Full Name: Rosevelt Rainart

Nicknames/Aliases: Anonymous Gentleperson

Age: 22

Gender: My dear sir, there are individuals roaming the streets of Fallen London at this very moment with the faces of squid! Squid! Do you ask them their gender? And yet you waste our time asking me trifling and impertinent questions about mine? It is my own business, sir, and I bid you good day.)

Occupation: Not any yet

Description: Even when imprisoned the mask was always on. It is a pure white oval shaped mask which cover their entire face with 2 little dot holes for breathing and 2 horizontal slits where the eyes are for seeing. They always wear a tuxedo, usually dark grey in color with a light grey tie. Always wears black gloves and a hat which covers more of their back side of the head.

Personality:Charming on appearance, clothe wise that is, not like you can see their face or body. Has a smooth androgynous voice and refined manners. Charming in conversations and very subtle in pick pocketing. When out of sight and/or alone their personality completely changes. They lose all their mannerism and go full danger mode. They can hurt/kill/maim anyone and anything that gets in their way.

Skills: Hand to hand combat / with knives / impeccable aim with firing weapons but mostly prefers pistols / their trade mark weapon is a metal wire inside their wrist watch which they can use to kill or disable an opponent

Weaknesses: Get them somewhere alone to lower they defense, see them change their personality which is unrefined and brute which makes them susceptible to counter attacking.

Brief History: Just came to London. Escaped prison not 3 hours earlier.

Other:Right now? Not yet but soon to be.

Couldn't find that image without watermark, sorry.

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[Joker892]

Sorry for the crappy post, I'm on my phone thanks to Irma.

[EchoicChamber]

@Joker892 That's perfectly fine, my dude. Stay safe over there, alright?

[Joker892]

The storms past us now so there's nothing to really worry about, but powers out for awhile so that sucks.

@EchoicChamber

[Sir Knight]

Greetings! I'm big fan of both FL and SS. I'm rather bored and so I stumbled on this RP. Here is my form

Name: Reinol von Lorica

Aliases: The Aspiring Author

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Occupation: Author/Journalist/Poet

Description: A young pale Austrian youth with auburn hair and green eyes. His features are soft and smooth and rather feminine. He is of medium height and build. His attire consists of a fine Night Trimmed Frock Coat, a Gentleman's Hat, Squeakless Rubber Boots, Dancemaster's Dabs and an Amber Topped Walking Cane.

Personality: One word for this Bohemian is that he Steadfast gentleman with Subtle and Magnanimous quirks. While he is a Bohemian, his is rather Austere and is quite an ambitious mind. He can however, be Ruthless at times. However he is a bitter man and is quite a cynic to due err...circumstances of the past. He is also rather Melancholy at times.

Skills: Reinol is a man of great Persuasion and Watchfulness. He can charm the highest of titles and notice the most insignificant of details. He can be Dangerous with a Ratwork Derringer and Shadowy when it comes to small scale robber, pickpocketing and minor...spy work?

Weaknesses: Reinol is rather frail when it comes to direct physical combat. In a hand to hand or melee battle he is guaranteed to lose in one.

Brief History: In is more earlier days, some say he was once a keen investigator working for a certain Honey Addled Detective. He was a a foe to be reckoned with and would send countless ruffians to Newgate. But one day something changed. The details aren't known but only one thing can be made of. A name. The Cheesemonger.

He know spends his day as a full time Bohemian who produces works for the Magazines of London. He aspires to become a great author and make his name in the Shuttered Palace.

Other: Has a Salt Weasel for a pet.

Is well connected to both the Bohemians and the Church

Is somewhat of a musician

[Sir Knight]

Shall I post my mantelpiece so that we can become acquaintances?

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[Sir Knight]

Huzzah! Shall I begin?

[VitoftheVoid]

The Dreaming Benefactress

Full Name: Helena Alys Kingsley

Nicknames/Aliases: The Dreaming Benefactress

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Occupation:

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

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

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

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

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

-Surprisingly intelligent.

Weaknesses: -Few notable talents or applicable trade skills.

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

Brief History:

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

This is not the case.

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

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

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