[London Steampunk] Rules and Characters
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Mindhazingsquid on 07-01-2007, 03:46:26</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>[London Steampunk] Rules and Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>07-01-2007, 03:46:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For completed character descriptions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 05:09:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(from the personal diary of Simon D. Vassail, Personal Assistant to Professor C. )<br><br>Call me Simon.&nbsp; <br><br>That is not my name, but through some quirk of my present employer's humor, that is the name to which I am most inclined to give answer.&nbsp; Circumstances do not permit a full disclosure of events, but nonetheless some attempt must be made to record matters for posterity.&nbsp; I beg the indulgence of whomsoever should read these pages, for I can hardly be as candid as honesty might demand.&nbsp; In time my reasons shall become clear.&nbsp; For much the same reasons I am forced to take a pseudonym for a time.&nbsp; For these and other sins of omission, I cry your pardon, gentle reader.<br><br>Of my childhood, the less said the better, although I am technically from Scotland, having been raised in the Cheviot Mountains and in the Border country.&nbsp; At present, my business has brought me to London...or, rather, my employ under the Professor has brought me to London.&nbsp; My own business would take me very much elsewhere, but I digress.<br><br>I am a most striking figure, especially among humans.&nbsp; I am taller and more slender of build than they, and my cat-like eyes, bright scarlet hair, and pointed ears cause more than a few to mistake me for some elf-kin.&nbsp; I cannot find it in myself to correct the error, since it works to my favor so often.&nbsp; I suppose that there are those, especially the fairer sex, who would regard me as attractive.&nbsp; That my choices of sartorial expression are so limited cannot help but reinforce this bland withdrawal to comfortable anonymity.<br><br>While a lengthy narrative of my early life would be boring if not incomprehensible, I am a man of letters and, if I say so myself, an accomplished scholar.&nbsp; This is yet another thing which it galls me to disguise by playing the part of a serving-man to my present patron, but more than once I have surreptitiously amused myself by aiding his studies.&nbsp; It was in my school days that I acquired my fascination with chess...and such is the nature of my personal collection.&nbsp; I remain only an indifferent player, to my shame, but it is the many variations of expression and craftsmanship I admire rather than the game in and of itself.<br><br>Of virtues, I have patience, diligence, and sufficient discretion to serve in my present capacity.&nbsp; My greatest vice is, naturally, the arrogance and inflated sense of self-worth that any of my kind are prone to developing.&nbsp; Only greater age brings a calmer sort of wisdom, and not even that to most.&nbsp; This place has been humbling.&nbsp; I cannot indulge in most of my favorite activities, save the rebuilding of my collection, and too many of those unfortunate factors that make life so terribly tedious are to be found here.<br><br>My present collection is paltry, but I found the most intricate set on an Asian theme not long after I entered the employ of Professor C, who kindly permitted me an advance on my pay that I might acquire it.&nbsp; He seems puzzled by my collection, but has not yet questioned me further.&nbsp; We have an understanding on the matter, you see, and even if we did not my personal circumstances enforce discretion.<br><br>There are those, known and unknown, who would not be so understanding as he.&nbsp; It is these blackguards who force my silence on so many interesting matters...forgive me, but self-preservation is still paramount even for one such as I.&nbsp; Fortune smiles, however, in the Professor's other clients and assistants, many of whom I have taken as allies.&nbsp; Those who hunt me also compete with the good Professor, and these others seem to share his dislike of their methods.&nbsp; It is not quite the same as my old association with the Baron N. and the Captain and that delightful half-Sioux scout with her companion wolf, but it is enough.<br><br>Being so hotly pursued before entering the Professor's household, I have had little or no time to concern myself with greater plans, nor an interest in seeking a mate.&nbsp; While the first is bound to change, I am less certain of the second. I do not shirk the company of women, but I cannot in good conscience consider such matters at this time.&nbsp; The Professor's needs outrank mine, and greater ambitions require greater resources.<br><br>To help him conduct his greater work, I have a few minor things that might be placed at my disposal.&nbsp; First, there is my finely devloped Physique.&nbsp; While not immediately apparent, I am still in fine form even considering my earlier travails.&nbsp; Like all my kind, I am Perceptive and skilled in the ways of Sorcery (not, of course, that I am given to demonstrating!&nbsp; For that, like my other talents, would be a beacon in the dark to those who hunt me!).&nbsp; As the Professor's Valet, I have made a fine study of the Social Graces required and, although I am constantly found at fault in so many things, I am still Educated enough to hold my own.&nbsp; Given enough preparation, I can hold my own in matters of the mind.&nbsp; Of all these, however, I have one overwhelming weakness--I am utterly without resources beyond the pay granted me by the Professor.&nbsp; Without him, I should be far worse off than I am now.<br><br>And thus, dear reader, I excuse myself for now.&nbsp; My employer calls.&nbsp; I shall continue this as my schedule permits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 16:53:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Sir Henry Percival Crossland, M.D. "Harry"&nbsp; <br><br>Race: Human<br><br>Age (apparent and real): 39/26<br><br>Height: 5'8"<br><br>Weight: 155lbs<br><br>Eyes:&nbsp; Hazel<br><br>Skin:&nbsp; Nicely Tanned<br><br>Hair:&nbsp; &nbsp;Golden brown.&nbsp; <br><br>Clothing:&nbsp; White suits with an exotic orchid in his lapel and a cane.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Other physical description: Harry is passing fair, and possesed of a wicked noble charm, but what most makes women swoon, if they can put their finger on it at all, is the aluring aroma about him.&nbsp; <br><br>Goals and motivations:&nbsp; The advancement of the natural sciences and general good health, personal profit, and the pursuit of young women.&nbsp; <br><br>Notes on personality:&nbsp; Outwardly a noblese oblige philantrhopist and charming philanderer, Hary is privatly hording a number of secret discoveries that are slowly making him very, very rich.&nbsp; <br><br>Parents, siblings or friends that might show up in the story: A third son, Hary went to the university rather than the clergy, and is slowly building up his wealth to the point where his brother Samual, in the military, and Bernard, the ineheritor of the family estates, are both quite agrevated that Hary is, through patents on books, medecines, and aphrodesiacs rapidly outstripping them in wealth.&nbsp; <br><br>Skills:&nbsp; <br>Hary is proficient in the pistol and rifle, but excells with the blowgun, rapier, and whip.&nbsp; <br><br>Hary is a fully qualified doctor and emeninet naturalist, having traveled to darkest africa and various corners of the new world, along with Australia and a number of the Polynesian and Hawain islands on his quest to catalouge the plants and animals of the world, from the tops of the rainforest trees to the upper depths of the Great Barrier Reef.&nbsp; <br><br>His athletic skills include gymnastics and swiming.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Uniquie Abilities:&nbsp; <br>Through a variety of secret native medecines, Hary has gained rapid healing, increased virility, long life, and prolonged youth.&nbsp; <br><br>He is curently amasing a fortune from the sale of antiseptics, antibiotics, aphrodesiacs, birth control, and drugs that enhance and prolong virility.&nbsp; <br><br>These drugs are in fact amongst the less potent of his discoveries.&nbsp; The flower he wears on his lapel amplifies his alure to the fairer sex considerably, and if that combined with his charm and passing good looks fail him, he keeps much stronger aphrodesiacs on needles in his rings, and on flower petals.&nbsp; He also has powders and needles that induce sleep, false death, hypnotic trances, protracted bursts of adrenaline, extreme virility, extreme fertility, blindness, nightmares, halucinations, and a few good old fashioned poisons.&nbsp; <br><br>Though he may be a scoundrel, he's rather hesitant to kill people.&nbsp; <br><br>Equipment:<br>His cane is a combination of a concealed rapier and blowgun, with a number of prepared needles to administer drugs and aphrodesiacs.&nbsp; <br><br>He carries a 12 foot leather whip.&nbsp; <br><br>He caries a high caliber pistol.&nbsp; <br><br>His vest is the woven fibers of the Micia Moss, which can make a bullet to the chest survivable provided it gets a little water and sunlight from time to time.&nbsp; <br><br>He carries in his pocket a scribe's kit and journal, and a number of small bandages and needles secreted about his person cary highly useful chemicals.&nbsp; <br><br>His adventuring gear includes a batman style grappling gun and reppleing line, a hunting rifle, a colapsable 6' foot blowgun from borneo, several compact wafers of highly conentrated nutrion, a doctor's black bag including a few futuristic drugs like penacilin.&nbsp; Several silk chords and sashes, a diamond glass cutter, and more.&nbsp; <br><br>He also owns a steam powered ornithothopter, clippership, motorbike, and two automobiels, which he is learning to pilot.&nbsp; In the past he's favored bycicles and horses.&nbsp; <br><br>Companions:&nbsp; Jayde'en, a highly intelegent irish wolf hound with a gutteral but cultured scotish accent.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 17:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the tender age of 16, Madison has just begun entering the higher society of her home. Born to privilege, she has been raised having everything she could ever ask for, though remains grounded and kind to others. Likely, this is the influence of her favorite older brother, Malcolm, whom seems to be the black sheep of the family, though he is adored by this young woman. She resembles him in many ways, from personality to inheriting their mothers blue eyes and black hair. While Malcolm is rather tall at over six feet, Madison seems to take more after her mother, and is quite petite, not even five and a half feet tall.<br>Despite the fact that she loves and adores her brother, he is indeed the outcast of the family, and left under somewhat of a cloud. He's always there when she needs him, however, and spoils her like only an older brother could. Just the sight of him makes her smile, as its a rare treat, and something she treasures.<br>Growing up, Madison had everything that a child could wish for, from delightful foods to ponies and friends. She's never been left wanting in any aspect of her life, save for when her brother is concerned. It saddens her that her brother is exiled from her family, but they both make the best of it when he surprises her and comes home. Despite the fact that she's been raised to have everything she could ever want in life, she is a down to earth person, kind to everyone no matter what their station, and a generally happy person. She has always had the finest education, and speaks several languages, to include French, Spanish, and German. She excels in mathematics and history, though she is generally knowledgeable in any subject.<br>Reputation: Well known in any part of the town as daughter to Lord Michael Lazari, famous businessman. Also spoken of for her beauty, and in the lesser circles, of how her mother was an actress before marrying Lord Lazari.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 05:05:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My name is Emma Hawksworth, and I am an instructor of the young. I am seventy-four years of age, but I do not look it, thanks to the elf who took a fancy to my mother, Maude Jenkins, when she danced and sang at the Covent Garden theatre. She had the sense to give me up to a childless couple, Arthur and Margaret Mowbry, who worked backstage until the fire of 1808. They left London then, and raised me in the more wholesome environment of Essex, not far from Epping Forest, one of the stronger of the elven enclaves in the south of England. My foster-mother was slight and fair, so it wasn't impossible for people to believe I was her child, so long as I kept my ears covered, but so near the Forest, I doubt many people paid all that much attention to the children who played on its borders. Still, for all that, I don't believe I was seen in a polite setting without a bonnet until after I married Reverend Samuel Hawksworth, God rest his soul. He was the youngest son of a younger son of an earl, and just recently granted the living in the parish of Loughton. We spoke one afternoon, after services, when I asked about the Romans. He soon became my teacher, sharing with my eager mind all the knowledge his education at Oxford had given to him. His family were appalled, of course, that he wished to wed one of his parishioners of modest background. There was a fearful row, but when I showed them he was telling the truth about my studies, his mother took me under her wing, and taught me how to go on in genteel society. I shall forever be grateful to her for that education, as well.<br><br>He has been gone nearly thirty years now, and I wonder sometimes if I wear black out of habit anymore, but it serves me well in the life I have made. Family ties grow thin over the decades, especially when the rest of the family ages and one does not. Without children of our union, it soon became easier all around that I went my own way. So, until coming to work for the Professor, I taught the children of the better families in England, whose parents were quite prepared to trust a distant connection of a noble family in a manner that Maude Jenkins' daughter would have found impossible to achieve. I have continued my own education in history, literature and languages and have discovered a modest talent for sorcery. Nothing to move the earth, but enough to light a candle or cast a spark on the unsuspecting hindquarters of a recalcitrant charge. Perhaps they could be more if I studied that ability more actively, but it would not do so long as I am employed as I have been, and that employment is what keeps body and soul together. My mother's sort of employment is not for me, but I have no quarrel with her memory. We shall see what studies shall claim my attention next, now that I am employed for an altogether different sort of gentleman. I have more students to teach, but thus far they seem more eager to learn, and, due to my employer's interest, I can, at last, discuss all that I have read and held to myself in silence since my husband went to his Maker.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 02:16:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://a120.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/44/m_a2749ea3143b7816574833906faff667.jpg)<br><br>I have been asked to write a short biography of myself for the University's records, now that I am to enter my post-Graduate studies; the biography follows, though I must admit it is somewhat unnerving to describe myself in the third-person narrative.<br><br>Elizabeth Penelope Stoker, aged 23 at the time of this writing, was raised in Oxfordshire, England, by Frederick Alan Stoker and Penelope Ann Stoker, Gnomish research professors at Oxford University. Mr. and Mrs. Stoker adopted young Elizabeth at an early age after her mother, Elizabeth Hayes, died of pneumonia. Ms. Hayes was treated in her final hours by Dr. Penelope Stoker, who promised the dying woman that every effort would be made to save and provide for her infant, who was then named after her biological and adoptive mothers.<br><br>Raised in a traditional Gnomish household, Elizabeth Stoker was educated in a manner more consistent with a young gentleman than a young lady, including lessons in boxing and fencing, though she fared far better in the latter. It should be noted that she brought fame and honor to the fencing team during her tenure as a member. Her childhood was quite sheltered, and she spent much of her free time assisting her parents with their research as soon as she was able. As a result, she spent most of her formative years among the Gnomish scientific community, leading her to develop a style of speech that is somewhat more blunt than is common among humans. She also grew into an abiding love of the sciences, particularly her father's field, mechanical engineering.<br><br>In an effort to ensure that the young woman would not grow too isolated, and to ensure that her University education was free of any sort of nepotism, her parents sent her away to London, where she now resides. She recently completed her Undergraduate work with top honors and patents on a new, concealable rapier that appears to be a pen until it extends to a length of nearly 3 feet, revealing a stiletto-thin blade of surprising strength. Her other patents include a suit of lightweight armor for women designed to be worn under clothes, and an experimental pistol that fires using an esoteric chemical reaction rather than standard combustion. A project involving steam-powered automatons is forthcoming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>18-01-2007, 03:49:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malcom started his life as a rebel, it didn't help that his father abused him, trying to make him fit a mold that he couldn't fit.&nbsp; When his sister, Madison, was born he doted on her.&nbsp; When their mother fell ill he took care of her as best as he knew how.&nbsp; Their father also doted on her though it was more because she fit his hole of how she hould be than he had, as well he hoped to make a rift, a rivalry between them.&nbsp; One day, after their mother fell ill, he confronted their father about it.&nbsp; The ensuing argument was the last straw.&nbsp; He left the house, not even stopping to pack clothes.&nbsp; Madison, of course, begged him to stay and had been near unconsolable but once he was setled into his new life he visited her as often as he could sneak in to see her.<br><br>In appearance he had black hair he kept short and neat.&nbsp; He had a slight amount of stubble, liking the rugged look.&nbsp; All his time outside had given him a nice tan.&nbsp; A wore buckskins, giving him a cowboy look though he was a Londoner.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>