Dyelli Beybi

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

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Can do that’s an easy fix, and done

@Archangel89

Super!

All looks good. Feel free to transfer to the character page

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Don't mind me, just had some fun writing this. Behold, an adrenaline junkie.

Masako Yamamoto

Character Description

Name: Masako Yamamoto (山本正子)
Gender: F
Age: 23
Nationality: Japanese
Appearance:

appearance

Personal Effects: Aside from normal everyday clothes, Masako possesses a fully-equipped nurse’s chatelaine, a lighter and pack of cigarettes, a flash, a small bottle of laudanum, and a combat knife. She has tentative plans to purchase a pistol.

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Background:

What is your job Registered Nurse with the Japanese Red Cross
Backstory: I was born in 1900—that is, Meiji 33—perhaps two or three weeks after that year’s Hanami. I do not actually know when I was born, exactly, which I must admit is the greatest disappointment my father probably found in me. I can say that I was born at my father’s work, where my mother was visiting him after classes had finished for the day. I was told growing up that this was an omen of my studious nature. I performed well in school; from the beginning to the end, I was one of my father’s best students. Certainly, I imagine this was helped by the fact that my teacher followed me home! But I always found the praise from hard work attractive, and further enjoyed most of my studies then.

I must have gotten my will to be studious from my father, as my mother was always more concerned with tradition and with my grooming than these academic matters. I still do not understand, to that end, how they became married, but my mother always suggested to me that my father had only ever become more liberal-minded in his time as an academic. I remember that they often fought, as my mother felt my education should not come at the expense of my potential as a mother myself, while my father was particularly delighted by my interest in the sciences, and only ever disappointed by my lack of a sense for literature. In that time, I learned English from my father, who was an avid reader of the latest works on education, many of which were written in that language, while the others often were translated into it.

I had, when I was younger, accepted that my mother had already made up her mind on which sorts of men she wanted to see me with; two of her closest friends had sons, and it was my understanding that I had a choice between the two of them and only the two of them. I got along particularly well with the elder of the two, named Katsuo, and it was felt with great excitement by both of our mothers that we would marry soon after our primary schooling. But as we grew from children into young people, I felt as if we grew apart, though I do not know if he felt the same. “It is only natural that people change,” my father told me then, and so at this point I understood better how he felt about the matter. He did not want his young daughter to be married so soon, imagining that I would instead, after completing primary school, go on and continue my education, to become more than a wife and mother, but rather, at the very least, a good wife and wise mother, as it was said. With such encouragement, to my mother’s outrage, I chose to study nursing under the Red Cross with my father’s support, rather than to follow Katsuo around on whatever path he chose. If the two of us should reconvene in our paths, my father imagined, then he would surely approve of whatever we chose to do, but he firmly refused to insist upon any relationship, despite insistence from my mother and from Katsuo’s.

For my ability in English, I was delighted to have the opportunity to serve as one of the youngest nurses in the squad sent to Southampton. My father greatly encouraged that trip abroad, while my mother was beside herself. Little did any of us know that we would be asked to remain for the entirety of the war! I will admit, then, that this time awoke something within me. I imagine a keen mind must be inclined to thinking on its own, and if this is the case, then my own was left to its own devices. I was young and silly then, and at such a time in my life as I was, I learned a great many things there. If my mother should ever learn how I came to know the German language, I would imagine she would die on the spot, unless she managed to induce me to kill myself first, so I will ask that my writing of my experiences abroad not be shared outside of my confidence.

Although the majority of the Prisoners of War we cared for in our time in Southampton were of no consequence to me, I found myself picking out several of the most dashing, and considering what I might do. I told myself and my fellow nurses, then, that the extra time I devoted to the injured among these dashing sorts was to learn the German language, so that we might better be able to care for them. I did make good progress with the language, but I cannot say that this was the only product of my time among them. By my second year around these—shall we call them crippled gentlemen?—I found myself perhaps more bold than sensible. Although my fellow nurses said nothing of the matter, perhaps for at least one of them also considered a fling as I did, the surgeon indeed took notice when I turned entirely red as one of the new men in our charge requested me to care for him by name, despite us having never been introduced. He presumed, in a sort of kindness to me, that it was simply that I was better with German language than any of my fellow nurses. But I will admit that I did care for him as I cared for some of those other handsome fellows; after all, I had found that I greatly enjoyed going “above and beyond” in my care.

I suppose it is poor form to say that I enjoyed the war, but my experience was surely more lovely than most. The stress and activity of my work and the sort of entertainment I could access, both in the forms of the United Kingdom’s extensive scientific literature and in the nonetheless handsome forms of the crippled Germans in our care, brought me to feel almost mournful when I was on my way to return to Japan. To go from intensive medical work and intensive leisure to a possible quiet domesticity felt entirely unacceptable to me. I remember, as I sat in my bed on the way back, thinking of ways to prolong my time in the service. How fortunate I was that Russia was in shambles and that our country was engaged in a massive intervention! I had no sooner greeted my parents than I announced that I would be departing north shortly. My mother screamed at me then, while my father stood in stunned silence. But I had already enlisted to go there, and it could therefore not be helped, even as I then felt a sense of remorse for abandoning them so soon after my return.

The Siberian Intervention, I suppose, was less excellent than my time in Southampton, but despite the unpleasant material conditions and good reading, I made up for this with socialising—of the normal kind, to be clear. That is not to say, though, that I did not maintain my previous hobbies. At the time of my departure to Siberia, I had known a number of Germans, a Hungarian, two Englishmen, a Scotsman, two Canadians, and an American. By the summer of last year, when that disappointing announcement of our withdrawal from the intervention came, I realised in my tally that whoever I married would not be my first anything. I had known, in addition to those previous fellows, a particularly handsome Cossack, as I learned he was called, a Buryat fellow, two Yakut gentlemen in rapid succession (they called themselves Sakka, as I recall, and needed only a bit of patching—it was their visit where I was almost caught!), one of my fellow nurses (on several occasions, actually, we slept together specifically to stay warm, but found ourselves enjoying one another’s company more than I had imagined I would), five or six Czechoslovak legionaries, perhaps twelve White Russians and one Red, if I recall, out of my own curiosity and as an odd sort of kindness to him, for he was to be executed when the Whites returned, and a significant number of our own soldiers—enough of whom, anyway, that I cannot recall all of their names, though for a certain number of them, I believe it is because we had both drunk far more than we ought to have. I admit, writing it, that I make it sound as if I were immensely promiscuous, but disregarding recurring incidents, I rarely engaged more than a few times a month—twice in a week, at the very most.

But when that conflict ended, I could not bring myself to return home at all. I wrote a letter to my father, saying that I intended to immigrate to America. But instead, I boarded a ship heading to Germany—a place I imagine few who know me would bother to consider—intent on finding one of my old flings to perhaps help me find some nursing work in their area. Perhaps fortunately, it is unusual to see an Oriental woman of any sort in this part of the world, and I had managed to track down several of them. So it seems, I sound like a Southern German when I speak, and not a proper one at that. Munich is home to not one, but three of my old flings! Werner, Julius, and Eduard are their names—sadly, only Julius greeted me warmly. Though I could not stay with him, on account of his mother, he was kind as to give me directions and assistance in finding temporary employment while I made arrangements to become properly certified in accordance with German law. While modelling for artists is by no stretch of my imagination anything I would have ever done under normal circumstances, with how fascinated they are to have a “genuine Oriental subject,” as they say, I would be silly to try and find other temporary work. Artists are, even in such a case, stimulating enough company that I cannot find myself too disappointed. But I still look forward to when I can return to my nursing work, and find more situations as I have in the past to enjoy excitement in work and leisure at once.

@enmuni

Excellent! Accepted

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Character Description

Name: Viktor Ulrich
Gender:Male
Age: 58
Nationality: German
Appearance:

appearance

Personal Effects: A change of clothes, several books (prayer, exorcism rites, demonic identification etc.) 3 vials of blessed water and 3 of blessed oil, 1 Webly Mk V revolver and enough bullets for 1 reload, a journal of his own study/notes.

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Background:

What is your job Bishop of a church in Poland
Backstory: Born in 1875 to a moderate family in the German countryside, Viktor was the oldest of three children. This led him to forcibly adopt a parental mentality and aided in the care of his younger brothers. The family, being neither vastly poor or wealthy, did their best and led mostly normal lives. Viktor was always drawn to the church as he said that it brought him a sense of peace in his life and eventually, when he came of age, took the first steps into the priesthood at the age of twelve. If life had continued this way, life would have been peaceful and that is where his story would have ended.

At the age of thirty eight, as an established priest, the Great War broke out and chaos erupted in the country. Ever the father-figure at heart, Viktor’s heart grew troubled at the thought of his countrymen in a great battlefield without the Lord’s presence and before the Archdiocese had called for volunteers to go and spread the gospel in such forsaken lands he stood at the front of the line willing to go. His family, very much troubled by his decision, reluctantly sent him off with the gift of a brand new revolver. War was an entirely different affair than anything that Viktor had ever experienced. As he took up his position as a military chaplain and aided the medical staff in their duties the untold amount of death and serious injuries slowly took their toil on the priest as he did the best he could to give the peace of Christ to the wounded and dying.

For four years he toiled among the back lines burying countless young men and gave counsel to those that remained. One night a field camp after burying yet another soldier in the wee hours of the morning came a moment that would change his life forever. As he came around the corner at the far end of camp, a sharp metal gleam caught his eyes in the brush. As he turned to face the brush the horrifying sight of a mangled soldier covered in viscera with a twisted and contorted face stare back at him. In a panic Viktor reached for the pistol at his side and when he turned back the creature was in his face and in garbled German it spoke;

”WHERES YOUR FAITH FATHER??”

As soon as it had breached his space, the thing was gone. It wasn’t long after that incident that the war ended and Viktor returned to his parish. That night in the field shook him to the core and for the next two years it haunted him until a meeting with another bishop that he told another soul. The response of demon attack was something he hadn’t expected. With this new information Viktor went on a learning spree and began the self taught route of an exorcist.

@Archangel89

Looks good. However, can I make a recommendation to improve a wee bit?

The main thing I'm thinking is a Polish Bishop might be noticed if he's out of his Diocese.

My main recommendation would be to put them closer to the action, as it were. So perhaps make them Archbishop of Munich and Freising or similar.

If you wanted to make them a less public figure, you could go with a priest or mendicant friar?

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

@Chronic of course! There's no rush. I won't close this to new characters at any point!

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

@Bingelly looks good to me!

Lost World: Antarctica

I would like to register my interest... working on a character. Do you have any objections to an epidemiologist?

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

@Pragia12@Theyra feel free to put your characters on the character tab! I was going to start building a link thingee in post zero.

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Character Description

Name: Nicola Hoffman
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Nationality: German
Appearance:5'6'' tall, reasonably slim, with dark hair and eyes

appearance

Personal Effects: Suitcase of clothes and some cheap jewelry.

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Background:

What is your job Stage Entertainer - assistant to Mr. Rudeanu

Backstory: Nicola Hoffman was born into a middle class German family in 1900 in the border town of Mulhouse (or Mülhausen as it was then known). Nicola's father worked on the railway and Nicola, a bright young girl, received the beginnings of a classical education. The region was always somewhat fractious, though her family, originally from Bavaria, were loyal to the Kaiser and Nicola was sheltered from some of the worst goings on in the Province. And then the Great War broke out.

On 8 August 1914, the French army entered the city. Only to leave again two days later. A week later, on 16 August, the French were back and this time, with soldiers fighting in the city itself, the Hoffman family fled to Strasbourg (Strassburg) where they remained for the rest of the war, in part because the family home had been destroyed during the fighting. Nicola's older brother, Felix, was drafted into the army, where he was killed only a few months later during the Brusilov Offensive.

Matters only got worse from there. Alsace-Lorraine was annexed after the war. Nicola's parents died during the Spanish Flu pandemic leaving Nicola with very little. To make matters worse, at the beginning of 1921 she was deported from Mullhouse to Germany, a country she had never set foot in to that point, having been declared an 'Enemy Alien' in the Francization campaigns. Which was when she first started seeing the man in the top hat. A figure glimpsed occasionally who seems to disappear again when encountered, occasionally leaving the lingering smell of cigars in his wake.

Nicola moved back to Bavaria, initially staying with a spinster aunt before moving to Munich in search of work. The man in the top hat continued to occasionally appear though never in any aggressive way.

Pretty, resourceful and desperate for money, Nicola eventually fell in with Ciprian Rudeanu and while she had initially hoped he would prove the man in the hat to be simply a man, eventually she decided not to raise him, having come to regard the figure as a benevolent guardian. It was a few days prior to Rudeanu that she received a mysterious letter...

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Nikolai Freiherr

Character Description

Name: Nikolai Freiherr
Gender: M
Age: 37
Nationality: Russian (Baltic Germanic)
Appearance: A rugged but surprisingly scrawny man, Nikolai has unruly blonde hair and blue eyes. He is pretty tall, well over six foot and borderline lanky. He keeps himself moderately well groomed.
Personal Effects: Mauser Pistol, A journal, 3 hardcover books without titles, couple changes of clothes, dress uniform and sabre, some fine jewelry, and opium

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Background:

What is your job: Soldier turned Socialite, Nikolai has been trying to carouse his way into the graces of the Junkers to limited success.
Backstory: Nikolai has been a man whose life has always been a bit supernatural. Born a lesser Estonian Noble in Austria to a German Mother, he was raised in an island castle with pseudo-medieval outlooks with pseudo-medieval sensibilities. Their militarist stylings resulted in Nikolai going to military schooling, where some minor sociopathic tendencies presented themselves in terrorizing his fellow students before going to university at St. Petersburg, where he was introduced to Theosophy and Mysticism, something that would remain strong in his life. His studies were interrupted by the Russo-Japanese war, which he enlisted for when his school refused to send him as an officer.

In the far east, his occult curiosities were only encouraged, and war proved a natural environment for his newfound practices. He saw combat during the battle of Shaho, and earned some distinction. Returning to Saint Petersburg at the age of 20, he was regarded as a war hero, which while overblown was enough for him to eventually graduate with a little distinction. More distinct was his ties to the occult community in the region, which was growing in the face of perceived decadence.

Upon earning his commission, he volunteered for a station in Manchuria, where he would be able to explore his perverted faith, further develop his occult reputation both locally and back West, and enjoy the privileges of rank. Taking up command of a Cossack unit, he became an enthusiastic and creative cavalry officer. He would advance for nearly a decade to a company rank of Sotnick before the outbreak of a war that was not kind to cavalry officers.

His service in the war and the following revolution became a blur of blood and steel, one he is very guarded about and often contradictory. All that is known is that he served on the Caucasus front until the revolution, where he then joined the white army. He fought until 1921, leaving him one of the last diehard holdouts to eventually break. He escaped Soviet persecution, and returned to the land of his mother.

For the last two years, he has ingratiated himself with anti-communists and freikorps members, and has even managed to restore some ties to his occult fellows who were not purged by the reds. The instability in Germany is of grave concern to him, and he remains a staunch monarchist, which has earned him the somewhat-good graces of benefactors. It is hard to tell how much of the man is a myth, but he asserts himself as an honest man.

@Pragia12

looks good!

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Character Description

Name: Quinn O'Hearn/Sophie Quincy
Gender: Female (presents as male to avoid discrimination)
Age: 24
Nationality: American
Appearance:
Hider

Quinn is 5'4

Personal Effects: Men's suits in various styles ranging from a casual Norfolk suit to a formal Mackinaw jacket or summer white with cane, M1917 (S&W) revolver in .45 ACP, a locket with a picture of a woman in it, a lighter engraved with Tank Corp's insignia and a pack of cigarettes.

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Background:

What is your job Former soldier (Cpl., 1st Tank Brigade, 344th Battalion, Fifth Corps)
Backstory: Sophie Quincy was born in central Indiana to a less than well-off family not too far from Indianapolis. Life was relatively unassuming until she was sent to Catholic school where she met a girl and suddenly found herself burdened with a dark secret. The two of them had a friendship that... went beyond the bounds of polite society and very dishonest in the eyes of the church, so neither of them were keen on letting anyone in on it. They were willing to keep living their lie as normal until the war in Europe was getting close to dragging America into it, and Sophie's friend joined the Army Nurse Corps out of a sense of obligation to her country. Sophie didn't want to be a nurse, but she also wasn't ready to be left alone while her lover went to Europe without her, so she altered her appearance and faked her name to impersonate a man so she could join the Army. Now using the name Quinn O'Hearn to lean into her Irish heritage, she was sent to Bourg, France as a student of Captain George Patton's experimental tank school. She was assigned the Commander/Gunner role of the Renault FT, and given to the 327th(later reorganized to the 344th) Tank Battalion where she saw combat from Saint-Mihiel through the Meuse-Argonne Offensive all the way to Lorraine. While they didn't see each other often, Quinn being frequently on the front and her paramour being at field hospitals behind it, the Army made it very easy for letters to be exchanged quickly between the two.

After the war was over, the pair didn't feel like they were ready to go back to the United States, having been fascinated by the big city feel of European metropolises like London and Paris. They would spend some time in the UK before returning home to their small town, if they ever could. When a mysterious letter awaited them at their hotel asking for a meeting, Quinn was sure she'd been found out, and she'd do anything to stop someone from spilling her secret.

@Demencia

so question - why are they in Germany? :D