Starr Rowan: Scathach Sidhe Wilder
A beautiful, well-bred 16-year-old girl in this day and age should not have a passion for
books or a passion for battle, but Lady Starr Rowan does for both. By day, she is a well
brought up (if overly educated) spunky bookworm of a "young lady" who befriends all on her
family's estate. By night (or tournament) she is the Rowan Knight - a fierce battler who
frequently gives winnings to the less fortunate and more frequently wins battles. No one knows
who the Rowan Knight is, since the knight speaks to no one and does not even retain a squire,
much less an entourage. But the rumours of skill and mastery - especially in the melee - are
known far and wide. Who would ever suspect the bookworm who refuses to attend jousts because
she detests violence?
Daschabethalina: Sluagh Wilder
Daschabethalina spent her entire life locked away in Black Annis' tower, dreaming of her
Prince Charming that she knew had to come rescue her, practicing magic, befreinding forest
animals, and using them in rather hideous magical experiments. Since her only companions were
naive chipmunks and mutated chicken-creatures, Daschabethalina doesn't quite understand
how the wide, wonderful world works, and is alternately fascinated and horrified by the things
she finds there-- especially mortals. While Robin isn't *quite* the Prince Charming she
expected, he did rescue her, and therefore earned a place in her heart for all the lifetimes
to come.
Robin White: Crow Pooka Wilder
A tousle- haired youth, Robin is a cheery fellow with rosyish cheeks, mussed hair and forever
has a bit of dirt on his nose or jam on his cuff or mismatched socks that sends any woman's
maternal instincts into fits. Over his shoulder is a trusty length of stout English timber
and in his eyes a (not so) trusty twinkle. He can't sing, but he can whistle. He can't
bellow, but he can holler. He couldn't even begin to tell you what it is to be human, but he
can expound over a way-side trencher what it is to err. With dust on his boots and the wind
at his back this native son of England is out to see his cherished land as he never has before
(except maybe once or twice), to find life, love and his bloody sword.
Wessamina Hammercrank: Nocker Wilder
It is said that all great masters of any trade are hard to find. Wessamina is no exception.
Whispers of the blades and armor this nocker crafts echo in the greatest halls of Albion;
however, few have ever been to find her hidden in the County of the Cave.
Those who have found her say she is quiet, withdrawn, and distant, odd traits for a nocker. Those who have spoken to her barely get a sentence. Obviously this nocker has more than one secret to hide, but whatever they are, she is not talking.
Rowan Swift: Scathach Sidhe Wilder
A decisive and effective leader to some of the greatest warriors of the time . . . A staff,
loyal and loving, keeping the household running smoothly . . . a compassionate humanitarian,
searching for the doorway home . . . a deadly fighter whose enemies live in fear . . . and a
12 year old girl ready to find adventure with brave and loyal compatriots! Rowan is a very
young, barely-wilder Scathach who knows that she is meant for great adventures and is bubbling
with excitement to slay the dragon, the bad guy, or whatever sinister creature stands in the
way of goodness. Raised by a kinain father who recently passed away, Rowan seeks her place in
this world - and finds it with the most unlikely of company for a fine, upstanding,
land-loving adventurer!
Mad Mollybeth: Sluagh Wilder
Mollybeth often finds herself being called "Mad Mollybeth" for her tenacity in hanging out
with her bad luck, wyld-minded True Love, Johnny Rook. In truth, she sort of enjoys their
mapcap flights from city to city, though she wishes it didn't include so many pitchforks and
torches. An accomplished bargainer and sailor, Mollybeth always finds some way to make it
through whatever predicament Johnny has gotten them into this time-- though lord knows,
sometimes her temper gets the best of her.
Johnny Rook: Crow Pooka Wilder
Out there, in the vast Known World, comes a sweeping force, a tornado of change. Most don't
even realize this force is among them until it's far too late, and then they are swept up in
its inevitable flow. His name: Johnny Rook. His nom de guerre: The Unluckiest Man Alive.
With his best girl by his side and a world full of amazing (and amazingly fragile) things,
Johnny just can't help finding out everything about anything, and then promptly forgetting it
all until he doesn't. For a man of unequal skill and finesse, for a man out to see, well, to
see everything, preferably at once, for a man with no fear (or sense) there is but one
question: What could possibly go wrong?
Wessamina Hammercrank: Nocker Wilder
This scallywag often gives good pirates a bad name. Her flare for boom is emphasized in a
world driven by navel warfare, and any ship that has her as a Gunnery Master is often a shark
in the water. Deadly, fierce, passionate, and dark are the words used most to describe this
Unseelie nocker, as she turns her passion for destruction to the high seas.
Rowan Scott: Scathach Sidhe Wilder
Rowan Scott is the holder of the Scathach freehold The Round and is rarely spotted in public
without an entourage of her Housemates. She has a frosty relationship with Queen Invidiana and
only attends court when it would be political suicide not to. The nineteen year old Lady Scott
holds her allegiance to the Baron of Stages, and really does anyone want to take the Freehold
from the Scathach? She is a silent cog in the wheel that spends a good deal of her free time
reading quietly. The only part of the Onyx Court that seems to appeal to this member is their
extraordinary library -- run by a fellow Scathach.
Sabbeth: Sluagh Wilder
Glittering like a gem of the court (or the eye of a shark, depending), Sabbeth is one of Invidiana's ladies-in-waiting. She spends most every waking hour in the Onyx Hall gossiping, dancing, politicking, and, well, assassinating. Invidiana's most accomplished secret enforcer, Sabbeth is well versed in the arts of the dead and the dying. Cold hearted, amoral, sweetly disturbing, she has no problem supporting her lady's empire no matter how many men, women or children need sacrificing on that onyx altar.Erasmus Fleet: Crow Pooka Grump
A lowborn hoodlum brought high by the fine stealing of goods, learning of lore, selling (some would say conning) confusion, and, when times call for it, a bit of dirty stabbing in an alley, preferably by someone else. A smallish man with deft, restless fingers and a wary smile outside of his perferred environment, books. Born with a voracious need to know, preferably that which man was not ought to, Erasmus has made a tidy living in the mortal world playing off rich men's fears and fanstasies and selling very near occult truths as grains of fantastic power. That and making sure a great portion of the mortal occult world knows what Invidiana, queen of Albion, well, most of it anyway, wants them to know. Well, that and what Erasmus feels is most breathtakingly humourous to watch them do. He has recently entered into the lucrative trade of stealing tomes from the fabulously powerful and absent, and revels as only a magpie with a fresh cat toy can. Should bring him luck, neh?Countess Wessamina Hammercrank: Nocker Wilder
The Black Countess, as she is sometimes called, is an oddity in the Onyx Hall, as she seems to
be the only one not there for the politics. Commander of the feared Onyx Guard, Wessamina has
made a name for herself through calm, quick strikes with her golems, a force that have yet to
be defeated. Always accompanied by her personal golem, Onyx, the countess is a sight to be
seen.
Queen Invidiana seems to enjoy the slow torture of this nocker, as she often places her in very social situations, the one battlefield she cannot seem to escape from. But don't let her lack of desire to play the game fool you into thinking she doesn't play the game at all. Often she is the maker of pieces on boards yet undiscovered.
Grace Rowan: Scathach Sidhe Wilder
Grace Rowan is a known passionate Royalist whose mortal kinain father has recently passed away. Her uncle who is now managing family affairs has betrothed her to a Puritan. Despite this unpleasant predicament, Grace is a young lady of 15 years who still manages (with the help of some loyal servants) to spend her nights assisting the downtrodden on the streets of London. She sees herself as benevolent vigilante, but behaves impeccably in public so as not to incur her uncle's wrath or rather . . . attention.Elias Bethel: Sluagh Wilder
A serious man (or at least as far as anyone knows, on the man part) and an unabashed royalist,
this sluagh did not take well to Cromwell's closing of the playhouses, and has secretly
reclaimed one, keeping fae and mortals alike away by haunting the grounds. With a mastery over
the arts of Legerdemain and Chicanery, he does this with aplomb -- though those who are
invited to his secret plays quickly learn not to wander off by themselves, for they might find
things in the darkened wings. Or, more accurately, things find them . . .
Elias is eerily, androgynously beautiful; intelligent and sober; elegant and offputting.
Euron Blacktyde: Crow Pooka Wilder
A lowborn hoodlum blessed with an uncanny precision and nimbleness, Euron early on learned the
harsh lessons the blade has to teach. Most of them involve the absence of said blades in
oneself, and the removal of goods from those less fortunate. Early in his life of
skull-daggery (I'm being quite literal, here) Euron found himself enamoured with a roving band
of gypsies and took to their free wheeling life and then, a few seasons later, took a few and
then took flight. Now suffering from a grisly gypsy curse, wandering from battle field to
battlefield, this carrion crow must seek his glorious fate and fulfill it. Assuming he
realizes he has one.
Wessamina "Scarlet" Hammercrank: Nocker Wilder
This English-born nocker has spent all but a few month of her life in beautiful Italy. Raised
to be a proper lady, Wessamina quickly defied her parents' requests and found herself drawn to
the mercenary-fuelled wars across Italy.
Known to most as Scarlet, this busty, voluptuous nocker loves wine, men, and war. Her current passions are focused on one particular man, a Spanish eshu by the name of Alatriste. How these two flamboyant characters met up is a story for another day. But don't let her curves and carefree attitude fool you; there are more dangers hidden beneath that sexy visage than meet the eye.
Rowan Steele: Scathach Sidhe Wilder
Rowan Steele is an unusually upbeat widow of 17 (I think). Her husband Daniel was an
upstanding troll who died fighting for his country. Rowan is currently holding the tavern of
the Round for her 18 month old son Danny. She spends a good deal of her time in the company of
other Scathach and runs the Round with a very hands-on approach. She is known for being a good
natured and soft hearted young sidhe who drinks and dances well with her fellow fae-folk when
given the chance.
Elsbeth Petticoats: Sluagh Wilder
A troublesome youth in the most charming of ways. 14 year old Elsbeth has a fascination with
the occult and the lowbrow, an obsession that can be quite scandalous for a young lady of her
standing. Adventurous, passionate, flighty and slightly warped, she has gained a reputation
for harmless trouble and association with Gypsies. Perhaps most disturbing was her tutelage
under the monsterous Belladonna, who cast her away after it become obvious that Elsbeth was
throughly Seelie.
Wyll, The Havested Whirlwind: Crow Pooka Grump
A highborn child of the idle rich, Wyll found himself a taciturn youth whose blithe fellows
failed to interest him time and again. With only a passing interest in sums Wyll found
himself drawn to a slightly older art and became taken with the blade and then his love and
then his bride. A splendid fighter, if still a grave one, Wyll sadly found love as fleeting
as his whimsy, and a dead rose in his house and a dead ash in his heart. Using his family's
pull, Wyll found himself a position in the army as a cavalryman, and a damned good one at
that, stunning both fae and mortal alike on the continent with his quick and brutal methods.
It was there that Wyll found a place to rest his heart once again, yet this time it was at his
commander's feet, a man whose golden aura of leadership was daily polished with the oil of
mutual spilled blood. As warm and ferverent as the winds blow in a man's heart, so do they
then blow cold, and Wyll could feel the old dead leaves gather in the dark corners of his
chapel soul as he beheld his sword-brother's lifeless corpse. Now Wyll finds himself back in
London, in a bare townhouse he does not use, with servants to whom he does not speak. He had
bought his way out of the dwindling war with deeds and money and a pain those who knew him in
battle grew uncomfortable to watch. Now all he had to do was wed his new wife, ensure an heir,
tend his family's estates and die. And maybe, well, just maybe do a little something near the
end just for fun.
Wessamina Hammercrank: Nocker Wilder
There are few in the City of the White Tower who will even whisper this nocker's name. Known
to be dark and unseelie, this nocker gives new meaning to using the ever-varying tools of man
for the purpose of personal gain and destruction.
Economics, a growing and budding science is the new weapon of Wessamina's focus. She has used this "tool: to destroy more than one life, and shows no sign of stopping any time soon. Other than that, very little information is known about this vile and dangerous nocker.
Scout Blakely: Scathach Sidhe Wilder
Scout Blakely is a working class man in a long coat who owns a pub and keeps mostly to
himself. Despite his introverted tendencies, contradicting rumors have persisted saying that
he has a good heart - a short temper. Above all else, Scout cherishes his privacy and no one
seems to get to close. His lack of trust in others and solitariness may someday leave him in
harms way, but perhaps when it's needed most, Scout may look up and find a circle of
friends.
Beth: Sluagh Wilder
Go down, beneath London's filthy cobblestones, under the sewers and through the rat pits,
past old corridors and up corroded ladders. There, if you desire it enough, you might find the
infamous Goblin Market, where you can find anything-- and I do mean anything-- for a price.
What's your poison?
For the rich, the elite, the important and the decadent, one tiny sluagh girl was the answer to that question. Soul stripped from her and bound in ring, she served her buyers dutifully, whatever it was they wished for a night. She was a fine dancer, and a finer slave, and brought her masters more than a little dross and coin.
One day, a young, talented and cocky pooka violinist decided to sample the exotic pleasures to be found at the Market, and wandered until he came across a sight that blinded him-- literally. He witnessed this beautiful sluagh girl dancing, and saw the fine silver chains around her throat and ankles, and knew her, knew that he loved her. He offered her masters anything they would like, if he could just free her.
They took his eyes.
Now "Beth", as her love has named her, serves her new master faithfully and lovingly, overwhelmed by a kindness she has never known. Utterly docile, seemingly unable to think for herself, completely broken and terrified of the new world around her, Beth struggles to accept the freedom that has been given her-- while her soul still rests, trapped and forgotten, in the ring Vincent wears around his neck.
Vincent Wildercrest: Crow Pooka Wilder
Vincent was a young man and a proud man, and rightfully so. He was a rising star of the
symphonies, some would say a future virtuoso of the violin. His bouts of arrogance became
legendary on both sides of the Dreaming, and his self confidance was at once appalling and,
well, appalling. It didn't help, of course, that he really was quite good. All that changed
when he decided to see the infamous Goblin Market, to brave that which many of his peers
already had. And so, with a tune on his lips, not a care on his heart and an eye for, well,
anything, he strolled through. Lured into a flesh den by a particularly perceptive seller, it
was then that Vincent's world stopped. Chained to everything was the most beautiful woman he
had ever seen, and, though his mind wasn't sure, his soul knew his love on sight. Gathering
back his bluff arrogance and the lower half of his jaw, Vincent gaily said, "Ah, there is the
one for me, sirrah. For a beauty such as that, I would give anything I own." And so, they
took his eyes.
Vincent now lives in the rankest part of London on the pittance he makes as a grisly pub attraction and what people pay him for the things he overhears. Far leaner now, with black hair in a short ponytail, he keeps a band of oriental silk across his eyes. His body is shallow, and lean from hunger and his clothes are tattered. His soul, however is flush and full. He has his love, he has his violin, and he has finally perfected his art. What more could man want? Now if only he could get Beth to share his joy...
Wessamina Hammercrank: Nocker Grump
It is said that in karma has a way of catching up with you.
No one knows this price better than Mrs. Oliver Burlington III, or Wessamina Hammercrank. Serving out the end days of her curse, Wessamina has twisted her passion of the tools of men, in a way no one ever expected. Her craft has become one of social graces, and her tools, the lies we all tell ourselves to fit in or be accepted, make her a master of her craft.
Many mortals and fae alike fear the words that echo from her lips. May nockers fear she has taken her obsession a little to far and long for the fiery and ill-mannered Wess of the past. Others look only at the grump she has become and curse the "highbrow" life she leads.
But looking into her eyes, one can see a fae, whose very soul is bound tighter than the corset around her waist. And buried even deeper still is a fire struggling to burn, and slowly going out.
Rowan Sommers: Scathach Sidhe Wilder
Rowan Summers (aka Rusti Blake) is a firm and friendly suffragette that values a good laugh
and strives to make her immediate world a better place. She takes advantage of the current
ability of women to wear more practical clothing and keeps her hair cut short. Loyalty and
honoure and her constant companions. Reminds you more of a troll than a Scathatch
sometimes... She is a well respected woman with a heart as big as the legendary Kaye Arden's.
;)
Geoffrey Blyde: Crow Pooka Wilder
Of average height and somewhat emaciated build, Geoffrey Blyde is an unrepentant hedonist.
Thank the Dan opium isn't rationed. Well, if rattily, dressed, he never leaves his art
nouveau flat without his top hat, his colored glasses and his trusty sword-cane. A frequent
sojourner with dragons, those few who actually glimpse into his eyes notice bedevilment and
mischief playing tug-of-war with the last tatters of his social concience. Black, glossy, hair
hangs in curls down to his shoulders, something that delights Blyde is out of the social
norm.
Blyde's one weakn...Blyde's one nessecity in life is that of his love, Bethany, a slughah whose love for humanity outweighs her sympathy for herself. This has left her glamour somewhat drained, and her and Blyde at odds over the usefullness of 'trained monkeys' as he'd put it, which many fae Londoners with the ears to hear can vouch for.
Bethany Batfingers: Sluagh Grump
Bethany Batfingers was once a beautiful and hopeful young nurse, one of the loveliest changelings to grace the city and postively glowing with the glamour she cultivated in her many dreamers.
No longer. The war devoured the young men she called her patients, and they and the hosiptals they rotted in leeched her of her vitality, youth, and dreams. Scarcely 23, she is now a grump: fragile and fading, every breath shaky and no fire left in her eyes. She still cares for her boys, at the detriment of her own health even mortally, and many know that her days are limited. Her only bright spot-- though tarnished it may be-- is her love Geoffry, whose fevered opium dreams are as addicting to her as the decadent lifestyle is to him.
Mina Hammercrank: Nocker Childling Mina Hammercrank is a bursting fount of energy in this dark and depressing times. Her often blunt and naive comments keep many adults on their toes, and commonly gets her into a spot or two of trouble. Still found carrying the "Hammercrank Specials" -- these modern firearms make many adults think twice when dealing with this pint size firecracker.
Rowan Sommers: Scathach Sidhe Wilder
Rowan Sommers is a stocky girl of 5'3", age 23, with short dark blonde hair and light blue
eyes. She works in her family's (mortal) tavern near the police station. Rowan attempted the
police academy but was asked to leave on account of not being able to hold her temper. She's a
nice enough girl who *seems* to be on the right side, but obviously has no tact with which to
pursue her goal of justice. Now don't let her lack of tact fool you -- she is a very
intelligent lass who holds firmly to the ideals in her heads. She is an idealist above all
things.
Bethany Batfriend: Sluagh Wilder
Bethany Batfriend, or more commonly known as Bethy, is a well-known and beloved sluagh
wilder. She has ties with both the court and commoners, and is well known in most circles.
Charismatic, pretty, affable, and gregarious, the only people who don't like her are the
sluagh themselves, who find her outgoing nature to be unnatural.
Bethy is a dancer in the court of the Count, and is often seen at various social functions. She also works in a well known bookshop in the Borough of Stages, where she fosters several Dreamers, and in her sluagh aunt's antique shop. She has a tiny chimerical bat as a companion.
Bethy is an excellent source of (mostly) harmless information and bubbly cheer. She is a friend to anyone who will accept her as one, and makes it a personal mission to defend, care for, and cheer up anyone who looks like they need it.
Unnatural, indeed.
Hallistair Yorke: Crow Pooka Wilder
Even though he's known as the Black Blade of London, the Tower Raven or, alternately, That
'Orrible Gobshite, most of Yorke's appellations are misleading. A spry and nimble freelance
(forgive the pun) duellist, Yorke consideres a day misspent if you haven't felt compelled to
ask God why, in all frankness, you're still alive, haven't bantered with a misanthrope who
wants you dead, or haven't run across gargoyles on a cathedrel while it's pouring with no
real inkling to one's survivial. This is why the humorless, pitiless troll Sir Richard Wheels
is his direst opponent and Yorke's likeable, perenially flustered boy-servant Pemfold is quite
sure NOW is when he's shuffling off the mortal coil.
With the slim, whipcord build of an acrobat, Yorke is a prim young man with a continuous flair for Errol Flynnian garb. His swept-hilt rapier, Glib Reply, in hand, 'musketeer' hat cocked jauntilly, Yorke is ready for any situation, preferably if they involve chandeliers. He keeps his black hair trim and short, and somewhat rakishly, if purposefully, mussed.
Wessamina Hammercrank: Nocker Wilder
If it has exploded, caught on fire, been shot from a cannon, or even fired at all, it is
likely Wessamina Hammercrank had something to do with it.
Wessamina, or Wess to those who know her, is a nocker with a passion for boom. Although loud, Unseelie, rude, and socially somewhat unstable, many fae find this wilder nocker's inventions to be the best of their kind. In fact, many members of the Weapons Guild in the Bes Din look to her for the latest trends in explosives and modern Firearms.
Standing a whopping 4 foot, Wess is best known for her large goggles and a pair of treasure pistols that she keeps on her person at all times. Wess spends most of her time in her workshop, with her Motley "Fire in the Sky" at BSU Pyrotechnics.
Thought to be one of the original pair of the famous Smith & Wesson team, Wess loves anything with any kind of firepower. And if it doesn't have firepower, she is more than happy to help you with that.