[OOC] A Gothic Tale

[Major Ursa]

I was offering 'cause I'm relatively indecisive about the handler character, and I tend to take some time with the CS as a result. I was thinking a gypsy woman, or a widower, to just a working immigrant...

Lol, funny thought, but I just imagined a real Ichabod Crane type being his handler...

I'm sure I'll come up with that handler's CS is due time...

.-.

[22xander]

I can write you a Cs if you let me.

[22xander]

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Name: Jonathan van Drake
Alias(s): handler
Age: 24

Physical Appearance: Van Drake is a strikingly handsome man with obsidion black hair with streaks of white. He wears the clothes of a common man and his most praised possessions are a silver crucifix and a charm made up by a gypsy woman.

Personality: Jonathan the calm stern man and a calming influence upon his charge.

Abilities and skills:
-He has only the basic skills of a common Irish farmhand
-multilingual

Weapons & Equipment:
-the box with a head inside
-gypsy protection charm
-silver crucifix

Brief History: Johnson was born a simple farmhand but as he grew head exemplified an unusual talent for languages. His parents died in a big fire and he was picked up by an old gypsy woman the only position that he had on him with a silver crucifix and he was covered in burns. long time later once you're grown to an adequate age the gypsy woman taught him how to handle the fea. Over time He came to learn that the woman had been. a few, a rusian witch, a bayaga. From bier he resecived the duity that he now lives for, the care, protection, and ownership of his charge.

[I am the Black Wizards]

"Better the devil you know..."

Name: Heinrich Faust
Alias(s): Dr Henry Faustus
Age: Seventysix, though he appears to be in his twenties.

Physical Appearance: Dr Faustus appears as a fit and healthy young man with a muscular and athletic body. His skin is very pale, almost making him look like a ghost in certain lights. His countenance is often grim looking, with his long dark hair and piercing blueish grey eyes that are slightly reminiscent of stormclouds. He stands five feet and seven inches tall. His movements are graceful and deliberate most of the time, but they are always confident.

Personality: Dr Faustus is a brooding and enigmatic man. He has learned more than mortals were ever meant to know and still he is unsatisfied. His understanding of the spiritual sometimes causes him to behave like a mad man, while his passions and curiousity pull him in one direction and his conscience in another.

Abilities and skills:
- A wealth of knowledge on the most complex subjects and sciences.
- A knowledge of sorcery and the summoning of spirits.
- Wit and charm enough to upstage most Aristocrats at their own parties.
- Demonic investitures including eternal youth, immunity to disease, heightened senses and the strength of three powerful men.
- The ability to call on the devil's aid at any time. Though not always overt, Mephistopheles' infernal assistance rarely manifests in a way that is not somehow tainted by evil, corruption, godlessness or materialism.

Weapons & Equipment:
- Extravagant garments.
- A jeweled sword.
- Books of blasphemous sciences and sorceries.
- A pentagram medallion which acts as a sort of satanic Mark of Cain, letting all demonic and heavenly beings know that the devil, himself, looks after this man.

Brief History: About a half-century ago, a german scholar, physician and alchemist pursued enlightenment with a pious zeal. This lead him to explore all manner of learned subjects, including the blasphemous and the esoteric. Eventually, he experimented with sorcery. Early on in those experiences, he summoned the devil, Mephistopheles and quizzed the infernal one regarding Heaven, Hell, The Fall and other such topics.
During their frequent interactions, Mephistopheles convinced the young man to make a deal with him. The devil would grant Faust anything and everything that he could ever want, aiding him with dark, demoniacal powers to fulfill his every wish until he found fulfillment in his life. In turn, once achieving perfect happiness and contentment, such that he would wish for the moment to go on for all time, he would drop dead on the spot and join Mephistopheles in Hell as a new kind of fiend. The devil's protege.
Well, over the past five decades, Faust has survived and engaged in numerous adventures with the devil at his side. But the Arch-fiend grew tired of Faust's refusal to find satisfaction or embrace evil, and he began trying to lure the clever scholar into deeper and darker forms of diabolism. Soon they were making more deals in which Faust was granted portions of the devil's powers in exchange for committing sinful acts.
The devil knows that his original deal with Faust can be exploited to keep the sorcerer alive and out of Hell until The Last Judgment. Thus the interactions between the man and the fallen one have taken on a strange new dimension of an almost seductive quality, with each party constantly vying to get the other at a disadvantage. It has become quite like a demonic game of chess between them. And Faust's latest move has been to relocate to London.
He has arrived as a doctor and seen rumors spread that his family were nobility. Well, that got things moving rather quickly and now he has set up a small yet exclusive medical practice where he specializes in the treatment of women's hysteria.

[RawrEspada4]

So if there's still room I'd like to join, I'm thinking of basing a character off the woman from Jeremias Gotthelf's wrote The Black Spider.

[Major Ursa]

22xander said
Jonathan van Drake handler 24 Van Drake is a strikingly handsome man with obsidion black hair with streaks of white. He wears the clothes of a common man and his most praised possessions are a silver crucifix and a charm made up by a gypsy woman. Jonathan the calm stern man and a calming influence upon his charge. -He has only the basic skills of a common Irish farmhand-multilingual -the box with a head inside-gypsy protection charm-silver crucifix Johnson was born a simple farmhand but as he grew head exemplified an unusual talent for languages. His parents died in a big fire and he was picked up by an old gypsy woman the only position that he had on him with a silver crucifix and he was covered in burns. long time later once you're grown to an adequate age the gypsy woman taught him how to handle the fea. Over time He came to learn that the woman had been. a few, a rusian witch, a bayaga. From bier he resecived the duity that he now lives for, the care, protection, and ownership of his charge.

Any handler to charge interactions should be collab posts.

[22xander]

Major Ursa said
Any handler to charge interactions should be collab posts.

I was just giveing you a cs, you can use or change it how you like...

[Major Ursa]

Well then, thanks but nevermind. After all, what is the point of playing somebody else's character? Now, back to the drawing board.

[22xander]

It was just a quick idea, I have acharicter... And he has an interesting backstory when I post it. To be honest I think you should just play the handler yourself, the dunahan is a tool and without his head he isn't really sentient

[22xander]

I think we should have a part latter where we tell each-other an in depth back story in character. I will start righting it in OC and then Copy-paste into IC if the ocasion arises.

[22xander]

Alexander sits back at the big dining-room table after dinner and responds to the hosts question. "Well, I suppose I'm fixen to hear the stories of these 'ere good people. I think that I may 'ave to talk myself first, so let me tell ya a tale of my own past.
"My 'Father', I call him my master most-times, left London when the good doctor Moreau got tied up in moral issues. Anyways, he moved to New York City and continued working on his experiments on the pretense of being a gentleman doctor. Once-times he was working with an orphanage and one of the lady's nearby had left a babe on the doorstep. That child was damaged on all fronts, a premature birth but somehow still alive. The master arrived latter that day and he was begged to take the babe off their hands. He was happy to do just that, a vivisection of such a young child had never been done and he had a fixen to do some work on the subject. When he returned home he learned that a fox his servant, a native from a western tribe, had had kits that day.
"My master had a brilliant idea, and began to prepare for extraordinary measures. He harvested the kits for organs, and one of them for the spine extraordinarily enough. He didn't believe the boy would survive long, so he allowed himself to create something he knew any other would think an abomination but he believed it to be beautiful. He left the tail on the spine of the boy, and even transplanted the claws of several of them into the boy's fingers. The boy's corneas and ears where both severe undeveloped so he replaced them the same. Surprisingly the boy survived a long time, long enough for the master to allow the noble savage servant to take care of him. In time the boy learned the language of the native's tribe and English, and he was to much a human when the master found out. The Native had thought of the boy as a great spirit, one of legend, and believed the master to be raising him to save humanity.
"The native died in an accident when the boy was six and the master fled west with the boy, where they eventually settled in a frontier ranching community. There the master first allowed the boy into society, finally naming him for a great general in the times of the ancients. At the age of ten the boy got a job as a ranch hand at the ranch of a local pariah, a Colonel who had defected after getting a serious injury in the war. The boy did good work for the Colonel, who paid him small change and taught him how to use a gun. One day the boy was out tending to the cattle and taking pot-shots at a target he and the Colonel had set up when a pair of cattle rustlers tried to move in on the Colonel's stock. The boy shot them both dead and ran back to the ranch-house bawling his eyes out with blood all over his hands. The Colonel began to reprimand him when he saw this, thinking that the boy had shot a calf or something, but the boy was insistent about bringing him back out.
"When the Colonel found out what had happened he congratulated the boy on a fine job done and brought him inside. The boy was wounded and the Colonel would not allow him to leave before patching him up, which is when he found out about the boy's condition. They grew close, to the point that the master left the boy in the Colonel's care from the age of twelve to the age of 14 when the Colonel died. At that point he brought the boy back to London with him after the boy revived what was left of the Colonel's propriety through his will, which named the boy as the sole benefactor after the rest of it was divided among all the Colonel's gambling debts. This left the boy with a pair of old ivory handled guns, a bit of cash, and a silver pocket-watch.
"The guns broke after a couple years, they were in fact vary old and the boy couldn't quite use them because they were custom-made for the Colonel. The was boy sent to a boarding school where he was taught while the master continued his experiments in Cambridge. When the boy was eighteen the master had a custom pair of ebony-handled
guns with a silver inlay made for him. On each of the barrels half a Latin phrase was written: Instrumenta autem Dei nostri/ gratiam patientia uti. As you undoubtedly understand, the boy is myself and I stand here before yall in the grace o' god. My master died last month, and I had to leave my studies to take care o' his estate, this is a welcome distraction." As he finishes his last sentence Alexander sits back in his chair, obviously tired of talking for a bit and ready to hear the others spin a tale.

[dreamingflowers]

Knock knock......anyone there?
This thread is pretty quiet. Any idea when we'll be starting with the IC?

[22xander]

Yeah, I wish...

[RawrEspada4]

-tumbleweed blows through-

[Major Ursa]

*wishes the tumbleweed luck on it's journey*

[22xander]

Damn... That tumbleweed was the most interesting thing here...

[22xander]

bump

[Major Ursa]

*starts shipping the tumbleweed with ev'rybody*

[22xander]

Snickers, looking up from a little hamster child on the lab table.*

[Major Ursa]