Character Creation Chain

[Jarshen]

Miles Stacey

The man had occupied many positions in his life, a dancer, a bar keep, a general servant, and in that position a confidant of women. But silence and fear had ruled his life as well, as a lover of men, his days were someone else's and his nights furtive. Now, fear took over, not fear of the past, but fear of what he was about to inflict on his master Larkin Hillsfortune.

Miles Stacey was an old man now, no one would look at him twice, no one would mark his passage across a room. Any room. His stumbling gate, his stoop and white hair spoke of old age and death. The word struck him as if he had misjudged a step and was brought up short.

So much death, Florence, the beautiful woman who had made him laugh, and the Herb Master, a gentleman who had tended his ailments. Both gone. Both lives choked.

And so as the old man rowed out to his master in the Swan boat, he whistled an old tune, a tune of mourning but it ended as a hymn to the break of day. His strokes were confident with his choice made, a vigour returned to the man and he thought that if he had seen anyone to flirt with he would have. One last time, one lingering look that spoke. But the only person ahead of him was his master,and, of course the Black Octopus.

Them and his nephew with the crossbow, his only family:

Hunir Keera

 

[Interference]

Hunir Keera

Only one man went smiling to the gallows. Of them all, only he could see the justice in it. The circumstances surrounding the plan to murder the Black Octopus had not been his idea, but he had carried out his part at the behest of his uncle's Master, on the advice of his uncle.

Catarshevae approached his own death bravely, he thought. Resigned, perhaps, woulld have been a more accurate word. He had been brought to the island in dead of night on a false pretext - a pretext a schoolchild might have seen through - where he had met the father of his last victim, Florence Sauvage known as La Belle. Catarshevae made no pretence of liking the man. In other times this professional killer might well have erased the Master's existence from the face of this blessed world. But he had put those days behind him, hadn't he? Now the roles were reversed and Catarshevae would himself end his last day day as a defenseless victim.

"My daughter meant everything to me," Hillsfortune had said. "More than you could ever know."

More than was natural, Hunir had thought. His lips curled unbidden at the thought. There were times when the subtext of the addage "different strokes" could be hotly debated.

Defenseless?

His uncle had devised the ploy, arranged the circumstances, but he had been obeying his Master. The boy knew this but was no better placed to object. His marksmanship with the crossboy would be unnecessary at this range, but the speed with which he would have to shoot once the ice bolt had been removed from the cooler would demand a cool hand.

Cool.

He laughed, didn't he, at the time? He laughed now, on the gallows, a rope around his neck as he stood smiling beside the others.

Defenseless?

He had heard the approach of the Swan boat and known what it signified and timed his movements accordingly. Hunir Keera opened the lid of the cooling box, slowly, portentously; and all the while the Master was orating of his love and of his hatred.

Hunir placed the now dripping bolt in the trough of his crossbow, aimed and fired.

Shock in his eyes, anger lining every facet of his expression, Larkin Hillsfortune fell and died, just as Uncle Miles landed his boat.

"What have you done, my boy?" his uncle asked him.

"What you knew I'd do," Hunir replied, simply.

There was no resistance to the law officer's bracelets, to the court's judgement, to the hangman's noose.

Only one woman failed to shed a tear. Her name? Isn't it obvious?

Florence (la belle) Sauvage

And with her sat the alien ....

The Community Conscious of the MarGin Fruth, Cru

 

[Talysia]

The Community Conscious of the MarGin Fruth, Cru

A being who always insists on being called by his full title, although invariably finds this being shortened to CCMFC, he is somewhat stuffy and austere - by human standards, at least. He came to Earth to learn about 'Terran' cultures, more specifically, the way the human justice system works, so that he could share the knowledge with the people of his homeworld. He wanted to know everything, so he muddied his hands and got involved, even going so far as to recruit Terran noblewomen and assassins. It was all to help his homeworld repel the invading forces from a neighbouring world, and he hoped that the knowledge would be enough to help.
The leader of the invading army was...

Apharis Quinerte

 

[Interference]

Apharis Quinerte

First of the Fifth in his own language, Apharis was just slightly the wrong shade of blue. His head, permanently bowed in obeiance to President Precedent whose omniscient electonic eye deformed each corner of every room throughout the Onestanding Empire, was crowned with the emblem of fleet authority: a clenched fist dripping with the dark green blood of the Harphryng, the most violent creature in the Universe.

He demanded instant respect from his subordinates, but the demand was unnecesary. He had earned his exalted position in blood and through the misery of many worlds. In his plump, brick-hard heart-of-hearts he knew that Earth would be his soon. And in the secret haven of his private thoughts he had already worked out how this conquest, along with the fifty-two others that had already punctuated his career, would pave his path to the overthrow of the President, when he would become the new ruler of Onestanding.

Which was the plan of his guiding light, his love and his new bride ...

The Erstenlady Fa

 

[tangaloomababe]

And I thought she was dead....... Florence that is...

The Erstenlady Fa

was not particuarly pretty or for that matter not terribly bright but to her favor she was both wealthy and of a cheerful disposition and she loved Apharis Quinerte with passion, despite his cruel nature and demands.

When Apharis Quinerte was with his beloved Fa he was a changed man, anything she desired was granted her, she was to his eyes the perfection of womanhood.

When she announced that she was pregnant with their first offspring, he celebrated with many festivites and when the babies (yes triplets) were born his life was complete. Sadly his beloved wife did not live to see the children first birthday. The loss of his wife only made Apharis Quinerte even more cruel. He demand much of his two boys Farimar and Faharis but his daughter was the light of his life his only good memory of his much loved wife. Her name was

Fa Lin

 

[Sephiroth]

Okay, had to adapt this since tangaloomababe beat me to it...

Fa Lin

First of the First in her own language, Fa Lin was quite the perfect shade of blue, and she bowed her head to no man, not even perspicacious President Precedent. Granddaughter of the last rightful President of the Multiplicarian Federation before its brutal overthrow by the rogue General Percival Precedent, she was protected by her father, Apharis Quinerte, from the unwelcome attentions of the Imperial Inquisition. As she grew up, Fa Lin began to see ways in which her father's ambition might be channelled to meet her aims. It was not that she did not love him. Despite his cold, stolid (others would say cruel) nature she thought there was something starkly noble about him, raw and limited yet true and upstanding. She loved him dearly, but he was not a man of vision. At first he had protected her, now he would serve her. Didn't she have a right to reclaim her birthright?

By the time she reached adulthood, her plan was well in motion. Apharis was a hero throughout the Onestanding Empire, while the President was feared by all and loathed by many. It would be presented as a liberation, a step toward restoration of the ways of the old Federation. In reality it would be anything but, of course. Fa Lin did not intend to be bound by the rules of the old constitution, and would not have the length of her tenure dictated to her by those same fools who had given the world over to the 'Omniscient Emperor'.

As for her father; she loved him, but that would not stop her from doing what had to be done, when the time came. She knew someone she could trust to arrange his removal, someone he would never suspect until it was past too late. It would only strengthen her position with the people, of course - the grieving daughter of the noble liberator. How could anyone resist?

But who was this someone?

Nephet Caira

 

[Interference]

And I thought she was dead....... Florence that is...

Callously murdered and revenge for it already taken, Tanga. So how can she have been there, at the hanging of her father's killers? Hmmmm ... And so the plot thickens


Ahem. [Prepares to muddy the waters yet further - but in a well-meaning and thoughtful manner]


Nephet Caira

Synaesthetic Weilder of the Magic Word, Nephet Caira heard colours and spoke in light. His utterances could transform any matter from mass to energy which, if uncontained, would dissipate into the etheric Universe. But they could also give shape to dreams and form to ambition and Apharis Quinerte welcomed his visit with eager, almost pathetic, anticipation. His daughter, Fa Lin, the first of his triplet children, had arranged the audience and his daughter loved him and honoured his days.

As the fleet approached Earth Space, Segment Ein Roiko Derk on the transgalactic roadmap, Apharis took tea with Nephet and marvelled that a glistening blur could seem solid and humanoid, that the luminence of his visitor's conversation could be so pure and comprehensible.

And yet, Apharis noted with guarded curiosity, there were shadows in his guest's words, shaded corners that he could not penetrate with his eyes alone. Wherefore he adjusted the spectrum of his concealed eye-lenses and peered more deeply into the dark and saw the sinful duplicity that had been brought to his table.

At that precise moment, the news arrived and was delivered directly to his consul. President Precident was dead, dissipated into nothing by agencies unknown. Apharis accepted the news and glancing up at his visitor knew that he was to be next.

Nephet Caira placed a cylinder on the table between them and spoke.

When her brothers duly arrived on board her flagship, Fa Lin was already preparing for her performance at the funeral, practicing her tears, selecting an expression of woe and tragedy; and though they clearly accepted the official story of an anti-matter leak in the teapot, one brother was even more ambitious than she ...

Faharis Soh

 

[tangaloomababe]

I knew he would come back to haunt us.....

Faharis Soh

last born triplet of Apharis Quinerte & The Erstenlady Fa had been the most beloved child of The Erstenlady Fa until her untimley death just prior to the triplets first brithday.

Because he was the smallest and weakest of the triplets , he was always the first one she had picked up, cuddled the most and fussed over above his siblings Farimar and Fa Lin.

However with his mothers demise and his fathers almost total ignorance of him, except to critize or belittle him, Faharis grew into a bitter young man. In particular he came to hate his sister because she was so loved by their father.

His other brother Farimar he tolerated because he was unassuming and easy going, attributes he has inherited from his mother. However he also saw the ambitious nature of his sister and despised her all the more because she reminded him to much of his father.

He had devised a plan that would see the downfall of his smug sister and elevate him to what he felt was his rightful place as President of the Multiplicarian Federation. Faharis however had NOT forgotten that with the demise of his sister there was still one other person between him and where he felt he belonged. His brother:

Farimar Soh

 

[timelord4]

Farimar Soh

The Blessed One, it had been left to this deviously minded brother, to enact the wishes of one, Marco Synge, to resurrect the old Herb Master's love, Florence (la belle) Sauvage.

Years before, as La Belle lay dying, and the Herb Master had taken the potion as retrition for his festering guilt, he carefully administered an antidote between the puffed lips of his true love. She would be revived. Alas, he would not witness the resurrection... but he had taken measures... that would be enough.

As Farimar Soh wrestled with the cold stone lid of the coffin, he peered around the tomb. There had been a noise. Trembling, he edged the lid further ajar and stared down upon the face of the beautiful woman laying within. His heart beat wildly within his chest. She was beyond imagining, this magnificent woman. So serene in her deep sleep. He sighed and on impulse, bent and brushed his lips against hers. Her eyelids blinked open and he staggered back.

The rustling noise came again. Far spun on his heels. Dragging itself down the tomb stairs was a nightmarish figure - something that made the hairs stand on Far's neck...

Dracal Vladma

 

[Interference]

(Hiya, Timelord. We sparrin' again? )

Dracal Vladma

Cold, so cold. Limbs like brittle frost on a finely trimmed lawn. Hair, lank, grubby and grey. Eyes like fire.

Dracal Vladma is evil, there are no two ways about it. Sin has for an eternity waited for someone like him to give it a good home. And he welcomes its soft whisperings, its gentle cajoling, its love.

Can evil love? Can absolute wrong know absolute beauty? Or is there still a corner of Dracal Vladma's soul that can yet be awakened to the righteous path?

Nope. He's alll bad. He might have lived forever - he may still - but he will live always in fear of ...

Ludwig Vern Holstein

 

[Flag Pole Sitta]

Ludwig Vern Holstein

A pompous dandy, Ludwig never leaves home with his white gloves. He believes in the finer things in life and that one should not have to work more then one has to. Despite his somewhat grating and lazy personality Ludwig has a heart of gold and is endlessly loyal to his friends.

Nuotina Kershan

this is fun!

 

[Talysia]

Nuotina Kershan

Born a noblewoman, Nuotina is haunted by dreams of a mysterious beggar. As an invalid, she has never left the house since she was a child, restricted to bed as a result of her illness, but with these dreams comes a sense of freedom. She can walk unaided in the dreams and never tires, and the beggar is charming and kind, if dressed in rags. She starts to see falsity in those around her and grows despondant of her situation, wanting either to escape the house or escape forever in her dreams.

Saraldene Presithy

 

[Sea Monster]

Saraldene Presithy is a woman of bad temperment. Formerly of the Presithy estates, Saraldene lives alone in a crippled villa on the outskirts of a shore town. Her own bitter resentment of her family, which she has renounced as being pitiless fools, has left her alone in her aging years. Her wrinkled pale lips always seem to be cast downward in an unsavory scowl. Slips of flesh from her cheeks have begun to sag, creating a jowl effect. Deep ridges, formed from years of frowing, plague the space that occupies her brow. As always, she sits alone in her creaking rocking chair, by the glow of the fireplace, reminding herself that the world is an unsatisfactory place, full of the useless and the undeserving.

Molly Smith

 

[Flag Pole Sitta]

Molly Smith

Born in the ghetto, Molly craved only one thing, beauty. She spent days working so should could afford expensive powders and dresses, and nights imagining herself as the bell of the ball. But Molly Smith is not a suitable name for such a delicate creature, and so she renamed herself Victoria Goldstein. Now Victoria has shed her old life in the dirt and has raised herself to second place, where there is nothing but consolation praises. The woman who won first place has been so ill recently. It would be so easy for there to be an accident. What is Molly willing to do to procure her first place?

Crystal VanDike

 

[Talysia]

Crystal VanDike

Crystal was the only daughter of a successful classical pianist, and although she had musical talent herself she preferred to ignore it. As a child, she moved around a lot as her parents travelled and so she never made many friends, so she grew to rely on herself for company, becoming bitter and withdrawn. By the time she was seventeen, her parents had had enough and gave her an ultimatum: Either follow her father into the music business and put her talent to use, or go and find a real job. Crystal, rather surprisingly, chose to perform as a pianist herself, pouring her feelings of bitter loneliness into her music. It made her a success, but why, when she got everything she wanted (fame, friends and whatnot) did she keep pushing it all away?

Juliet Pendragon

 

[timelord4]

Hi Interference! Yep, sparring again.

Juliet Pendragon

When Crystal finally realised her ambitions were trailing into nothingness, she sought the advice of her closest friend, Juliet Pendragon. Juliet was a celebrated tuba player; a strange preoccupation, given the fact Juliet came from a long line of Red Dragons and a tuba playing dragon was regarded as a bit of a phenomenon. However, Juliet would often play her magical instument in her non-true form - a rotund lass, plain of feature and cheerful in nature. Her close relationship with Crystal stemmed from the haunting music the other girl was so fond of. It appealed to the dragon side of Juliet. She could see the potential the girl offered and encouraged her to continue her talents. Shortly after a girl-to-girl talk, they decided to write a duet. For this, they decided to engage the services of one...

Martin Tonedeaf

 

[The Ace]

Martin Tonedeaf

Death-metal guitarist and guru. Tonedeaf has been a stalwart of the deathmetal scene for over 30 years, Running around the stage howling, drinking beer and occasionally picking up an instrument.

Although completely devoid of rhythm, talent or brain-cells nobody else has ever noticed this.

Tiger Aloona

 

[daisybee]

Tiger Aloona

Martin's manager and life long friend, spots a unique marketing opportunity and talks Martin into performing with Juliet and Crystal. He convinces them that together they rock, literally, and a tour is put together with indecent haste.
Tiger, of the (Blue Aloonas) is the only one in the concert hall that doesn't scream in fright when Juliet all but explodes into dragon form during a heated guitar solo by Martin. Oddly ,despite this, the tour becomes a smash.
Money flows in, despite the music being rubbish, and Crystal's musical dreams die, Juliet becomes the most famous dragon on the planet, Martin realises he is useless in a rare fear sprung moment of clarity...and Tiger Aloona gets very very rich. Having signed them all into unbreakable contracts, Tiger gets a bit too ambitious when trying to arrange a world tour, and when he demands that Juliet fly herself along side the jet, Animal Rights are onto him quicker than Martin forgets what city he's in. Tiger Aloona mysteriously died in a remote boating accident, during a vacation shortly after, having previously declared himself terrified of water.
Strangely, no body was ever found and even more strange, was the dissapearance of the world tour box office takings..

Desperda Grimstone

 

[Interference]

(Hi, Daisy - or may I call you Ms B - You beat me to it! Quick edit required )

Desperda Grimstone

Once pianist Crystal Van Dike and her tuba-playing musical partner, Juliet Pendragon, had made a decision, it would take a considerable amount of determination to sway them from their course. But they had selected Martin Tonedeaf as their musical director and Martin Tonedeaf was notorious in certain circles for his unreliability and the single-celled nature of his brain capacity.

Enter Desperda Grimstone, Martin Tonedeaf's rhythm section from waaaaay back. Death metal guitar didn't really need a rhythm section, of course, and Desperda, the Aurealian Hag-Mistress of Lawfow Thlay, student under the worlds-renowned Synco Pete and an occasional exotic dancer, was much better than she needed to be and everyone knew it. But one day, she seemed to give up hope, roll her ambitions into a frayed bedroll and head out into the Fortean Wastes, where it was rumoured that life begins.

Tiger Aloona's death, it was often mused, meant more to her than anyone knew. Anyone, that is, apart from, perhaps, Martin Tonedeaf, but he didn't know that he knew so it was pretty much the same difference.

But Desperada hadn't given up. Perhaps she had only begun. There was a mystery to be solved an there wasn't a hint of a Scooby Doo anywhere in the vicinity. So she devised. A devious plan. A super-intelligent, incredibly clever plan which she keptcarefully concealed behind carefully concealed eyes in her cleverly concealed brain. A plan involving a set of 2074 bubblegum cards and ....

Trench

 

[daisybee]

(Hi Interference - I quite like Ms B)

Trench, mortal enemy of the Grimstones since time began, (or since Desperda's Great Aunt Theadosta the original Aurealian Hag-Mistress of Lawfow Thlay cursed him for being too handsy with her daughter a few eons ago), was not particularly inclined to help in her quest to find the truth behind Tiger Aloona's dissapearance. He had carved a rather nice life for himself as a Pilates instructor for the Ladies of Thlay, and had learned to live with the confines of his curse, (an inability to speak to women in anything but monosyllables), quite satisfactorily.
However as his grandfather was the only man to ever cross the Fortean Wastes and survive-Desperda enticed him, with her many skills and the last 2074 Bubblegum card he needed to complete his much prized collection-into assisting.
However, he had long lost touch with his grandfathers spirit, who did not approve of the philosophy of Pilates-so their first mission was to locate...

Grenville Blunderstap