Character Creation Chain

[Velocius quam lucem]

Mortals know nothing of the world around them. Their eyes see what they've been taught to see, their minds are numb to the mystical. Ah, but when they dream... They awaken to imagination and give life to reality beyond this shadow world. This is true reality and the mundane world a faint vestige of existence. I sense a mote of true wonder in dreams, I am Calahoo of the otherworld.

Zachariah Locksley

 

[kshRox]

Zachariah Locksley
Zach was considered more than a bit laconic by those who did happen to notice his presence. And when they did, it was usually to direct a snide or sarcastic barb his way half-heartedly concealed as friendly banter. Most considered him to slow to catch the reference anyway.

Zachariah however missed nothing and noted everything. He ignored most of the harmless jabs for the ignorance they were but did file away those who were laced with true malice or perhaps had plans of their own dependent upon dividing the herd amongst lines they determined.

When Zachariah Locksley was ready to unfold his plans the witless would be dumbfounded and the deserving rewarded. Whether the rewards were decadently sweet or appropriately painful were yet to be determined. Zach smiled affably at the girl across the room smirking at him from behind her pointed finger within the gaggle of her fawning followers.



Faisel Goodkettel

 

[ratsy]

Faisel Goodkettel

Faisel is from a land where one only gets a last name if they earn it. Hers is Goodkettel; a variation of Good Kettle as we would know it. Her teas are known throughout the land as saviors. She has had a hand in healing hundreds from the brink of death with her special brews.

Hair pulled in a tight grey bun she looked every bit like an unassuming commoner. Only she lived on an estate paid for by her healing elixers. Or so was thought by the village.

When the deaths of prominent figures started piling up around the land no one thought of Faisel Goodkettel. No one thought she could be responsible. She was just a nice, simple woman who had a special tea brewing ingredient that could heal.

She lifted a floor board and tossed a jingling purse stuffed to the string into a hidden chest. Faisel then went to her kitchen to make a special Tea for the upcoming Wedding nuptials of the monarchies finest Prince in years. A family that had oppressed her ancestors for generations.

Spruce Edgemonson

 

[Juliana]

Spruce Edgemonson

Spruce Edgemonson watched the last tourists of the day take the road to town in the gathering dusk. He stretched out his long, lanky frame and headed back to the Park Ranger Station.

Skin tanned to old leather by countless Rocky Mountain summers and winters, a trail map of wrinkles told the tale of fifty-odd years spent in his beloved mountains. His muddy-green eyes, the color of the woodland scrub, eyed the twilight thoughtfully. Time to get inside soon, time to bar the doors against the night.

The park visitors needed talking to, but Spruce was a man more comfortable with silence. Silence was a golden asset around these parts. The Ranger had seen his share of strange things; rabid raccoons, a manhunt for a moose turned bad, a pair of orphan bear cubs raised right there in the Ranger Station…

But strangest of all were those things a man kept his mouth shut about. Lights that zoomed manically through the trees at night like demented fire flies, the hunting scream of a creature no sane man would want to describe, and others he’d tried hard to forget.

A mountain park was a strange place, all right. But Spruce knew the rules of the game of this wild place he called home.


Funky Joe Maroni

 

[ratsy]

Funky Joe Maroni

Sitting in the back corner of a dank tavern sat Joe Maroni. Or Funky as he was known to the rest of the underground street thugs and whores. He assumed it was because of his creative attire, but in reality it had something to do with the smell he emitted.

He picked his teeth with a large knife blade and downed the bottom of a bitter mug of draft. This little runt better show up...bad enough I am not sleeping right now...waiting all night for some wretched urchin

You see tonight Funky was waiting to hear news from the palace. A culprit was arrested and charged with murder and theft. A minor visiting noble happened to be found dead with her pearls and rings missing the other day. To please the visiting dignitaries, the King ordered an arrest.

Funky was just glad they grabbed the wrong guy.

A dirty child of around ten and with a large gap in his teeth smiled as he wriggled to the back of the room.

"Hung him they did sir, now about that copper"

Funky Joe Maroni fumbled in his purse through some rings and pearls and pulled out a copper penny for the lad, then he made it two. He did bring me good news and that doesn't happen often

On the way home he thought about finding a new career, this one was getting too dangerous. That was when he spotted a weathy looking chap in the alley all alone. I can always start my new job search tomorrow he thought as he pulled out his knife

Burton Bartlett

 

[J Riff]

Burton Bartlett

A grizzled chubby hunchback, Burton is the great-grandson of Enoch Bartlett, the man who introduced Bartlett pears, originally known as 'Good Christian' or 'Williams' pears, to America in the late 1800s.
Barton is a leading expert on the subject of Bartlett pears, their many variations (over 150) extant worldwide, their confusing history and the many names that exist for this single unpretentious fruit.
In 1967 Barton self-published a history of Fruit - 'A Pear of Jacks' - dedicated to his brother Jack, who was killed when his Pear wagon was overturned in the Philadelphia fruit riots of 1947.
Barton resides today in a cardboard box in an orchard in Florida, and speaks to no-one about anyhting except Pears, or occasionally Avocadoes, though he is evasive on this subject.

GRIMSBY HUFFWELL

 

[Alex The G and T]

GRIMSBY HUFFWELL

Stout pillar of the community. Top Hat, Cravat and Johdpurs; he tosses sovereigns to the urchins at the village fete.

On Sundays he reads The Epistle at the local minster, sings Tenor in the choir; then presides magnanimously over the Women's Auxiliary Tea.

After Sunday Supper with the township elders, he excuses himself, weary; and begs leave to go to bed.

Waiting for the gentlemen to exit the Manor, Grimsby slithers behind an armoire in the Butler's pantry, into a secret labarynth.

Wretched cries and hideous lamentations begin to rise, muffled from beneath the courtyard flagstones. Grimsby's victims voice unspeakable torments from the deepest, hidden cellars.

Potty Peter

 

[ratsy]

Potty Peter

Peter sat upon his throne. He did feel like a king when he was here. His subjects were so appreciative of him always encouraging and good-natured.

Sometimes he would just come to the throne and sit there for hours while they watched him methodically.

It was great to have so much attention focused on him. His people really loved him.

**wwwwwsssssshhhhhhhhh** the liquid left him and sloshed in the small plastic bowl

“Honey, Peter finally went Potty!!”

“What a big boy he is!”

Samantha Snow

 

[Starbeast]

Samantha Snow

She was a psychic medium who has helped a few people contact their loved ones, and an exceptional artist with a current exhibition showcasing her lovely masterpieces of surreal landscapes, in Chicago, Illinois.

Two weeks ago she met Charles Croydon, a professor of ancient cults and demonology, from the University of California. His wife died many years ago, and he wanted Samantha to help him contact her from the spirit world. On December 27th, they met at Miss Snow's mansion in Lake Forest, it was just after midnight when they began the seanse for the late Medusa Croydon.

"Charles, Douglas my butler will be able to assist us tonight."

"Thank you Samantha, a trio is better to summon spirits. As you have become aware, that I too know the art of contacting the dead from beyond, May we begin?"

"Yes." She looked upon a framed photo of Medusa Croydon which was in the center of the table.

"Both of you, please be seated. Join hands. Close your eyes and clear your minds. Relax, relax, and let our one thought be about my beloved wife Medusa Croydon."

Samantha felt a chill pass over her as Charles continued.

"Yes, yes...I can feel my wife here...now. Medusa my love, come into Samantha. Let your souls combine. And speak to me..."

Douglas was always fearful when spirits entered his friend Samantha. She has done it many times before, but this time, her body shook and she groaned as if in pain. He couldn't bear seeing her in what appeared to be agony. "Stop this Charles."

"No! I want to hear my wife's voice. Speak to me Medusa. Speak though this woman's body!"

Samantha looked angry at Professor Croydon. "I am not Medusa! I am your last victim Charles. You sick, perverted...VAMPIRE!"

Charles growled back at her. "Get out of here demon! You're not welcomed here!"

"LIER!" She yelled at him. "You fooled yourself Charles. It's me, Sarah Harkness, the witch you killed three nights ago. I wait for you in HELL! You damned VAM.."

The Professor slapped her out of her chair and into a daze. "That will be quite enough of that. She'll be fine Douglas, take her to her bedroom so she can rest. We are finished for tonight."

"You didn't have to hit her so hard."

Samantha stirred and her eyes focued upon the professor. "That was no demon, it was Sarah Harkness. She was telling the truth, I could tell..and you killed her."

Charles looked annoyed. "Is that what you believe? I assume you think vampires are real too."

Douglas clenched his fists. "You know what I think?"

"And, what would that be?"

"You better get out of here mister."

"Are you sure that's all you think? Perhaps you believe I am a vampire, and that I'm going to kill you both."

Samantha shuttered. "Go away..."

Douglas walked toward Charles. "I've had enough of this!" The butler was tall and strong, but he was no match for the professor's uncanny strength.

Samantha choked in fear as she looked at the crumpled body of her best friend and loyal servant. She back-stepped slowly against a wall.. and Charles Croydon grinned with pointy teeth.

"Dear sweet Samantha Snow, I shall enjoy our final moments together, and taste your blood. But don't fear, I won't make you into a vampire, I will rip off your head when I'm through with you."

He moved quietly, like a spider approaching his webbed prey.



Lily Kraven

 

[J Riff]

LILY KRAVEN

Daughter of Norbert Kraven - the man who invented the five-wheeled bicycle in 1946 - Lily Kraven reigns supreme to this day over the small village of Faddabblington-on-Phleghshmire, in the remote Scottish wastelands.
As a child, Lily spent interminably long lazy days lolling in the tussocks of her backyard- a marsh, wherein her father's laboratory - actually a seedy cabin of plasterboard and old tin cans flattened out and nailed to rare pieces of dry wood found in the saturated swamp - sat.
A crude shed in which they dwelt so happily... her father slaving selflessly day after day over stolen bicycle parts. A cabin that baked daily in the merciless sun, which caused evil steam to rise menacingly from the tussocks as Lily crept amongst them, though she never minded..
She never asked her father where the parts came from, the bicycle parts, nor why the nearest bicycle path through the marsh had been closed recently due to a rash of disappearances, attributed to the numerous sink-holes in the area, or quicksand..

Never sent to school or allowed to go to the nearest town (Berserkstershire-45 min. away by hydroplane), Lily dreamed her days away, thinking only of the bright lights of the big city she had seen a picture of once upon a time, when a stray page of a magazine had wafted into the swamp from somewhere outside.
When her father's invention suddenly sold to a rich investor from the east, Lily was taken to the tiny festering hamlet where she resides to this day.
Her father was convicted and hanged in 1947, and today a doddering Lily, 75 years of age- though she looks 112 from breathing in many cubic kilometers of marsh gas -watches television for 11 hours a day and talks of nothing but her excursions to the big city when she was younger, and she has hundreds of photo albums crammed with pictures of her journeys, pictures of buildings and cars and people walking around outside famous buildings, and harbors and markets and bridges and just about everything there is to see in a big city, and she will go on and on and on about her trips until her guests fall asleep and then she will throw a pail of swamp water on them and tell them to get the hell out.

GREENLEAF O. WINSTON

 

[Thufirsbrow]

It's actually Winston Greenleaf, but they always got it wrong. On the ship's manifest it was listed in reverse as Winston, Greenleaf, so everyone who knew him called him Winston, in that contemptable way people do when they don't deem you worthy enough to address you by your first name. Of course, it was his first name so he liked to pretend they were his friends. He had a few, but he worked clean-up for Parks and Recreation in New Johanesburg, the worst job in the worst slum in the quadrant, perhaps the entire ship. But that was ok with him. The less people who knew him the better. God forbid they find out his real name; or worse, who his father was. The old man was the reason they were on this God-forsaken journey across the galaxy.


Jodah Iscariot

 

[Alex The G and T]

My name is Iscariot. If I had any friends I would let them call me "Jody." I studied Law, for a while. They said I could put an "esq." behind my name. I reckon that stands for "Escargot;" which reflects my slimy disposition.

Or maybe ex- Cargo. I was born in the bottom of a ship. They called me a stowaway. I was not a stowaway. I asked, "How Is it I?"

My mother was the stowaway. I was just looking for a womb with a view.

When the ship took a berth, after my birth, I was castaway ashore. Into a dumpster. I could get no respect.

I spent my childhood on the lam, my adolescence on a lamb. Bad guys avoided me and good folks just voided me.

I never earned an honest living. A day job is a crutch for the unforgiven. For thirty pieces, I'd sell your wife to the heathen.

Some call me a rounder. I call me pleasingly plump.

I can't wait to get out of this dump.


Carnach Sheleighly

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Carnach Sheleighly speaks:

So you think it queer for an old sailor to spend his last years a thousand miles from the sea? Take a look out there, lass. What can you call that field of wheat but a ocean, tossed by the wind into golden waves?

Many's the time I've sat here, listening to this great Victorian monster of a farmhouse whisper to itself, its bones creaking, remembering all the ghosts who have walked here. A house is like a ship, you know. Restless, dreaming, loving and hating those who journey in her.

Do you see that bit of ground, rising through the grain like a island? That's where I found you, that night full of falling stars. Silver-skinned, white-eyed, covered in midnight-blue hair that danced around you like seaweed.

Who would have thought that I'd turn my back on the sea, only to find a mermaid so far from her home?

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Next:

Jade Monday

 

[Thufirsbrow]

Monday's my name and I'm a cop. Well, what passes for a cop these days. Since the Unification Act of 2088 when they took away my teeth, I might as well be a security guard at a retirement home. NYC cops without guns. Who'd a believed it? You used to take pride in being a beat cop. What's the difference, I've got two strikes against me anyway. The next time I beat a Civi, they'll take my badge for good. Geez, they used to pat you on the back for knocking a perp's teeth out. I've done this most of my life, not sure what else I can do. A girl's gotta make a living...

Titus Arro

 

[ratsy]

Titus Arro

AKA: Bow and Arro, Tiro
DOB: 10, 15, 2142
Place of Birth: Moon Colony 3
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Dark Brown
Height: 183 CM
Weight: 95 KG

Wanted for: Unlawful Entry, Theft over $10,000,000, Kidnapping, Assault with a Deadly weapon, possession of Nuclear warheads, Murder, destruction of a uninhabited planet…….

The List went on as Titus view his profile on his Ships Computer. When he scrolled to the bottom something caught his eye.

DOD: 03, 10, 2179

That was today’s date, but why would they show a date of death?

That was when his Ship’s sensors flared Red and everything shook. A White light and all was still.

Debris floated quietly in Space.

Darcy Dargoon

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Darcy Dargoon went to the Moon
In a beautiful sea-green boat;
He played all day then sailed away
With his friend the Platinum Goat.
Hand in hand across the sand
They danced through the deserts of Mars.
They paused for tea at a quarter to three
And ate gooseberry jam from jars.
When they were done with all their fun
They sailed back home to bed;
And so must you visit Dreamland too
So lay down your sleepy head.

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Lemuel Acutin

 

[J Riff]

Lemuel Acutin

Brother of the famous acrobat, Piedmonte 'Possum' Acutin -'the Human Bungy Cord' - Lemuel Acutin is a shy retiring bookaholic who enjoys nothing more than hiding out under the stairs of his mother's house on cold rainy nights reading ancient arcane literature.
Lemuel is seldom seen in the town nearest to the remote abandoned missile base where his mother's house still stands - thirty years after the tragically horrifying crisis of ought-six killed her and stretched Lemuel's brother Possum to the breaking point. Possum never actually snapped, but he now believes that he is a snake - a Diamondback Sidewinder to be exact and his bizarrely undulant behavious scares off all but the most fearless of visitors.
Slightly poisoned by the same radiation that killed his mother and all his pet goldfish and the neighbors, Lemuel is shunned by all but his pet bat Norbert, who Lemuel found in a mud puddle one day while he was out collecting radioactive worms for his experiments on his mad brother in the basement of the crumbling house during electrical storms, at which times insane laughter drifts across the wasteland and anyone passing by hurries on their way and never laughs at Werewolf stories again, even the really stupid ones on TV.


Zircopheles the Plunderer

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Zircopheles the Plunderer

(from A Concise Encyclopaedia of the Calomandrian Empire, 17th edition)

ZIRCOPHELES VII (CY 431-502; reigned CY 457-493) Byname "The Plunderer"

Until the sudden death of his mother, COROLOTES II (cf.) and his elder brother Mocala in the great earthquake of 457, Zircopheles VII was considered to be a quiet, scholarly lad of little importance to the empire. His unexpected ascension to the throne led many to predict that he would be a figurehead, manipulated by his advisers. Instead, Zircopheles showed an unusual skill at politics and warfare. Some scholars have compared him to the ancient, semi-legendary monarch Bonaparte I. For three decades Zircopheles expanded the borders of the empire through a series of brilliant military victories. His refusal to marry, or even take a concubine, led his advisers to despair over what would become of Calomandria after its great leader was dead. However, Zircopheles once again took everyone by surprise when he abdicated his throne, handing his crown to his favorite teacher, FLAMMERTES I (cf.) with the famous statement "I am bored." Zircopheles spent the remaining years of his life as a masked brigand, robbing travelers throughout the empire, until he was captured and executed by Flammertes I.


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Lyndon Fraley

 

[The Ace]

Lyndon Fraley

In the male-dominated world of Free Traders (small one ship transport outfits), Lyndon Fraley is rare in being both Terran and female.

Stories abound of record-breaking runs, bust-ups with crew-members who tried to take liberties, and all-night drinking contests which left bigger and tougher captains comatose while she swaggered off into the dawn.

The truth, however, is even stranger.......

Ilzed Fretnan

 

[J Riff]

Ilzed Fretnan

Little-known Calomandrian writer, believed to be responsible for most of the speeches attributed to the great Zircopheles, including his most famous utterance - 'I am bored" - Ilzed Fretnan was later executed for the penning of phrases that displeasured his new overlord, the tyrannical Flammertes I.
Fretnan's entire volume of work was destroyed when the great library at Zazandria was looted by the barbaric Ghlurkhanians, who never returned a single book they borrowed.
His life's work lost forever, Ilzed Fretnan is today remembered only by the words 'I am bored" and by a small stone carving of his likeness at Gratzaznia, in which he is depicted as a small bearded dwarf, hunched over a primitive writing desk.

Siegfreid Von Heilson