Character Creation Chain

Mikaela Andrews

Beautiful and deadly was how you could best describe Mikaela. Mikaela was a mercenary and a darned good one to. Just as good with a cross bow and any gun, Gretchen knew she would need someone with Mikaela's skills on her mission to find the mysterious Bella Amazon Queen.

Gretchen knew Mikaela's price would be high, she just didn't realize how high!. Mikaela wanted to include in the mission a man from Gretchen's past, the vicious and untrustworthy.....................

Robert Langham
 
Robert Langham

Robert was as vicious and untrustworthy as everyone said. He didn't like to talk about his past, but it was common knowledge that he had been incarcerated for many violent crimes, all of which he had pleaded "no contest". Still, skills like his couldn't really be trained in any official facilities, so he would definitely be the right man for the job.

Terumi Ueda
 
Terumi Ueda, immediate past president of the Guild of Administration, is a diligent and thorough bureaucrat. He suffers fools badly, but is surprisingly tolerant of failure if he is satisfied that best efforts were made. Many say he would be a fine head for the Guild of Teachers, but he has now twice turned down the role, for reasons that are far from clear.


Sacha Draganovich
 
Since the mysterious poisoning of the brutal Count Mikael, his daughter Sacha Draganovich has become surprisingly adept at running the family estates. Most of the nobles would have expected a life of study to lead to the nunnery or a minor marriage alliance, but Sacha’s head for figures has proved more useful than skill in riding and drinking. She remains a discreet figure in the Imperial Court, pale and reserved, always polite and always watching.

Charity Wickworth
 
Charity Wickworth

had the dubious honour of being the first person in Westmorland to be convicted of witchcraft. She appeared at the Assizes in Appleby on June the 17th, 1592 and was convicted of the following counts - procuring her familiar (an imp called Pocket-Book) to poison a horse belonging to John Hetherington, spoiling Biddy Milburn's milk on market day and riding Lucifer widdishins around Orton Church on St Swithins Day.

The Clerk of the court, Nathaniel Heron, recorded her reaction on being condemend to death:-

"...the defeyndante was sorely vexed and did jump up, shouting that the Court was not fitte to indict even a Frenchman for lecherie and that she would no more accept her fate than she wolde flie to Kendale on her catte. So saying, she did wave her arms in a wondrous fashion, at which the Court was forthwith engulfed in thikke smoke as red as sheep-wattle. Whan the smoke did clear, the defeyndante had vanished without any trayce and has notte been seen sincetimes."

(Extracted from the Assize Rolls, Westmorland and Cumberland Circuit, 1585 - 1600)

The Red Dyce
 
Alas! There isn't much more known about her. But...

She was probably a member of a major local coven known as "The Greycaps O' Shap" (Shap is a little town on the main north/south road, not far from Appleby), so called because their bonnets were knitted from the wool of the herdwick sheep, which cannot be dyed.

The Greycaps met each full moon at the ruined Shap Abbey to discuss the affairs of the coven and to designate responsibilities for the coming month. They appear to have been capable of both "black" and "white" magic, charging for their services which included curing sick farm animals, mixing up loving potions and preparing curses.

There is one other contemporary reference to Charity, which appears in the Calendar of Border Papers. These were the official records of the Wardens of the Marches, who controlled the turbulent Anglo-Scottish border until the accession of James I/VI in 1603. Robert Carey, English West March Warden wrote the following extract from a larger account of a Scottish cattle raid which took place in 1589 (Note: the Armstrongs and Elliotts were major Scottish reivers):-

"..aftertymes, these same Armstrangs and Eliots did avoid the wardens hot trod (a legitimate pursuit of raiders) and came to the township of Shappe. There they took insight (loot) to the value of eight pounds and did sore hurt three men who stood against them. They took twelve horses and fifty nowte (cows) before turning back for Liddesdale. On the high road, they came across two women in bonnets and shawls. Johnnie Eliot did use them most roughly, saying that they would be ridden down if they did not stand aside. At which, one of the women, known as Charity or Mother Wickworthe, did say that though they were but poore women, they knew well how to deal with Scotch theeves and that she wolde learn them not to speak so roughly. Thereupon, the said Wickworthe threw a dark powder into the road before Eliot, from which thick briars and trunks grew on an instant. The riders were caught up in the branches, which sprouted through their mouths and ears until no Christian soul could tell where the tree ended and the man began.

This being reported to me at Carlisle Castle by one Unity Cley, who did witness the whole incident from behind a wall. It is said that the trees still stand by the road as a warning to other theeves and malcontents not to vex the said township of Shappe."

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The Red Dyce

Greg was an older man, retired from his lifelong job as a railway worker and now finding enjoyment in his local pub's games team. He developed a quick hand and a good eye for most of the games going, especially darts, pushpenny (shove ha'penny), dominoes and a dice game peculiar to his town, all of which made him somewhat of a local legend, and with his help, the pub team won regional tournaments of all kinds.

As a thank-you present, his friends Edward and Tommy, bought him a beautifully crafted wooden box, inside of which was a set of dice just for him. The dice were wooden and well balanced, painted red with white dots, and it seemed that every roll brought him even more success, so much so that the pub landlord decided to put up a sign above the door, using the name that Greg had been given by the other regulars.

"The Royal Oak - proud to be the pub of The Red Dyce."

Lady Sybil Belvedere
 
Lady Sybil Belvedere

Had only aquired this title through her rather fortunate marriage to Lord Miles Belvedere. It was a most unusual mariage with Lady Belvedere being some 20 years Lord Mile's Senior.

Lord Miles has been somewhat young and impressionable when he had meet his future wife in a "House of some repute" She had managed to win him over with her various charms and he had become totally smitten with her.

Nor had Lord Miles any interferring parents to deal with, having both passed away some years earlier.

Laby Sybil was contented with her lot. A fine young husband and a great life but women like Lady Sybil have pasts that would always come back to haunt them, it was just a matter of time!!!


Fiona Carmichal


PS: Thanks Peter for more on Charity. I very much liked her
 
After the surgery and hormone treatments, Sigmund Riprocks, of Lady Sybil's dark and stormy past, had taken the name Fiona.

"Fiona Carmichal," she'd say, upon being introduced at social occasions. The gentlemen receiving the introduction would not fail to kiss her hand, nor would they fail to notice they were laying their lips upon the jasmine-scented paw of a rather masculine variety. "Goddammit," they afterward muttered to themselves. Some would even retire to a discreet corner and spit into the dirt of a potted houseplant.

It was on one such occasion that Fiona, not there by accident, noticed Lord Miles in the ladies room. Fiona noticing Lord Miles was also not by accident.

Lord Miles was drunk and happy, chatting overmuch with the ladies room attendant, who was uncomfortable having a male in the ladies room, and more uncomforable getting odd questions from a very drunk young male about the alleged goings-on in the ladies room. Specifically, the showers. "You see," said Lord Miles, "I've seen these movies..."

"Ah, Lord Miles!" chirped Fiona, coming between him and the attendant. The attendant excused herself and bolted. "How good to see you," Fiona smiled, holding forth the hand of Sigmund Riprocks for the hapless fool to kiss. He did, with a smile and with gusto...though he couldn't, for the life of him, quite remember who this broad was...

President Whistlestrap Q. Rockabeuller
 
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President Whistlestrap Q. Rockabeuller

 You really want to know ?

OK, probably the least-successful asteroid miner in history. Some say it was a gift, some a curse, but in an asteroid belt lousy with priceless mineral deposits, all he managed to find were worthless rocks, which he claimed anyway. He is now president and total population of Rockabuellerland, an 'Empire,' of around 300 boulders somewhere in the asteroid belt.


Halum Dangerface.
 
"Better to rule in Rockabeullerland than serve in Heaven!" he'd often roar drunkenly to his pet sponge, Binky, who just sat in his water tank, filtering water like an idiot.

Binky had never read Milton. Neither had President Rockabeuller, but he'd heard the quote somewhere. On an old Star Trek episode, maybe? Whatever. He took a swig of Russian Orthodox Vodka, picked up his girlie magazine, and continued with the story of Fiona Carmichal and Lord Whatshisnuts (written by one Halum Dangerface, whom President Rockabeuller suspected was another pseudonym for that pest Kilgore Trout), pausing not-too-briefly to look at the centerfold...

Binky filtered and filtered, not knowing a centerfold from shinola, nor Dangerface from Trout.

Binky the Idiot Sponge
 
Binky the Idiot Sponge

Was just that - a sponge without much of an IQ. He was blithely unaware of most events going on around him, and preferred to filter water all day instead. If he was more aware of his surroundings, then he'd likely notice that something was about to happen...

Charlie Rhodes
 
Charlie Rhodes

was having a busy night. Once a brilliant thief but now with age he was slowing down, his skills far less honed than what they used to be. Yet if he could pull of his latest heist, he could retire to that little house on the coast that he had read and dreamt about.

He would steal into the house of President Rockabeuller and take the Montgomery Diamond Necklace, said to be worth a small fortune. He had his buyer lined up to take posession of the necklace that night, but he couldn't be late or there would be no deal!

Things had not gone according to plan though, the locks on the door had been changed and he had taken longer than planned to get in, he had not known about President Rockabeuller's three pet doberman's, who were none to friendly with strangers, having to escape from their snapping jaws had exhausted him.
Finally arriving in the study where the diamond was kept, he reached down into the fish tank where the diamond was hidden in the seal proof toy treasure chest and withdrew the necklace. Seeing the sponge there he also picked it up and ringed it free of water, mopped his brow, then tossed the sponge on the floor.

Blinky took his last breathe..............

Charlie made good his escape to meet up with

Ryan Van Worthington
 
Ryan Van Worthington

A brilliant and ambitious scientist, Van Worthington has worked on various projects in the world's best universities. Although quite selfish and manipulative, he's a nice person if you get to know him well. He places his work above all else, appearing reclusive to many common folks. Van Worthington values friendship to the point of placing friends' lives above his own. This, of course, is just to gain his friends' trusts so he can continue manipulating them.

Garaklaa Kaglagrak
 
...except, of course, for metamathematechnologist Czech Ruttbutter, who was onto that perennial scapegrace Van Worthington...or "Van Worth-less-ington" as Ruttbutter liked to tease, knowing this always put a weed up Van Worthington's tookus. Van Worthington knew that Ruttbutter knew this. They both knew what they knew, and they sure didn't like what they knew they knew about what the other guy knew...

...that is, until Van Worthington, who was onto the fact that Ruttbutter was onto him, and vice versa, tried to strangle Ruttbutter with a throatful of dirty Go marbles.

"Tell me something stupid about YOUR stupid name and I'll fish out the marbles," taunted Van Worthington, having had it with all that "Van Worth-less-ington" crap, and not really intending to fish out the marbles. Not at all, Jack.

"Garaklaa Kaglagrak!" gurgled Ruttbutter angrily, suffering asphyxiation, and shortly to suffer a radical underwear readjustment.

"What, that's a name? That sounds like some smartass dick with a throat full of MARBLES begging for his goddam LIFE!" Van Worthington laughed in poor Ruttbutter's face and then gave him a wedgie. Viciously. "I changed my mind about fishing out the marbles. They're covered with spit, so forget it. By the way, 'Ruttbutter' is a pretty stupid name as it stands, don't you think? JERK?! Now you gonna DIE! Hahahahahahahaha...!"

And indeed Ruttbutter might have, if it had not been for...

Arithmatessa the Axiomatrix

(and thank you, Sarakoth, for that inspired name. took me quite awhile to figure out what to do with it!...and I do hope you don't mind what I did with it...)
 
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Arithmatessa the Axiomatrix

What you might ask is an Axiomatrix? Well imagine if you will a cat, but not a small gentle placid cat, no. A cat larger than you have ever seen or imagined, with claws that could rip a mans throat in one swip, a tail so long it trailed along the ground, a coat so silky and black it looks like night. A cat with an evil disposition and a bad attitude.

Now imagine a cat that thinks like a person and can anticipate what someone will do before they have even done it. A worthy advisory is a Axiomatrix.

Arithmatessa was one of the few remaining Axiomatrix, most having been killed by a virus. Not a random virus but one genetically made and released with the intention of wiping out the entire population of Axiomatrix. The maker of this virus was Van Worthington.

It had taken Arithmatessa sometime but finally she had tracked down Van Worthington and would exact her revenge on him for the decimation of her breed.................

Brianna Delacore
 
Brianna Delacore

Brianna Delacore was famous - but not in the traditional sense. Infamous was probably closer to the truth. There was no-one quite as beautiful and complicated as Brianna.

Born into a noble family, she loved being the centre of attention, and when she was old enough she entered the world of politics. Some rise to power through charisma. Some rise to power through bribery. Some rise to power by intimidation. Brianna used all of these tricks and more. She loved to get what she wanted - and what she wanted was power. However, when someone appeared who would not be swayed by her blandishments and tricks, she decided that it was time to get serious.

Russell Rosse
 
Russell Rosse

"Hi guys. Just call me Russ, yeah? I'm not going to be hanging around here too long though. Britain is like, such a **** hole. It's just sooo boring and middle class, yeah? And the weather!

Nah - I'm heading back to Thailand just as soon as I can get my father to get me the money from my trust fund. There's like this amazing beach near Phuket. It's so cool and so unspoilt by, like, f***ing Westerners. Full of totally crazy people - Australians, Kiwi's, these two mad Danish chicks who are, like, awesome. The great thing about it is that it isn't ruined by tourists. We all sit around having barbies, smoking weed and getting absolutely caned. We sometimes even meet, like, a real Thai person, but generally they're just picking up the empties and keeping the beach clean.

I'm thinking of settling out there for good, once I've finally done with travelling. I met this amazing guy in Bali last year and when he's realigned his chakras and, like, got his head together, he's coming over and we're going to open a backpackers hostel for crystal healers and aromatherapists.

It's gonna be, like, totally wow.

Catch you dudes later."

Parson Blackley
 
Parson Godswill Blackney was a captain of horse in the English Civil War. In the early years of the Commonwealth that followed, he became known for his extreme puritanism and was for a while an acquaintance of Oliver Cromwell himself.

In 1649, Blackney announced that he had found evidence of angels visiting the Earth, and that his men had captured a "most faire woman with wings like unto a mighty Dove". After a heated discussion with Cromwell, Blackney was expelled from Court. Cromwell's diary records, "On being tolde that this was nought but Fancy, he was enranged, and pledged to accost this winged woman with either seduction or by force, and thus make himself the father of a race of Nephilim. Such blasphemy cannot be permitted in a man of Station, and he was ordered hence."

Parson Blackney disappears from official records at this time. A scorched body in clerical dress was later found in fields near Apsley, and is thought to have been Blackney. The body appeared to have been hit by lightening. Of the winged woman, no trace was ever found.

Dirk Hawkins
 
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