At The Gates OOC

-- i.e. Julie wrangled her RPlife back into control and brought in another character. So meet Edward Belville, a 366-year-old vampire; he used to be a Restoration rake and libertine from the 1600s, turned when he was close to death from venereal disease, and has since sunk his teeth into any sort of indulgence he could & steeped himself in every single decadent sub-culture he's found since then. He's walking, talking vice -- as far as he's concerned, getting turned into a vampire was his ticket to a never-ending party and he's set to enjoy (un)life as much as possible. Like an undead de Sade, he's keen to corrupt every virtuous little thing he can find. He'll perpetually flirt and laugh up a storm with a pinch and a wink, especially if he can make heterosexual men ill-at-ease. 8) Generally, he can be a fun riot and a half to be around -- as long as you're not someone he feels like feeding on.

Occupation-wise, he keeps himself busy with the following:

1. Being ostensible King of the Vampires, after his predecessors were killed by Constantine and then a certain hitman named the Punisher. All it means is that he can speak for the NPC vampire population in London, tiny endangered species that they are -- he keeps his house open for any vamps who might need a place to crash.
   
2. Theatrical director for an acting troupe based out of the Circus. He fucking loves the stage. He and his merry crew have found a way to literally steal the soul of an audience member and use it to power the emotional energy of their performance, so THIS COULD TOTALLY HAPPEN to an NPC family member of your characters, perhaps? Could be an interesting plot if I have any takers! More soul-stealy details in his house/theatre rundown here.
   
   (Also, if anyone wants to pick up an illusionist/shapeshifter -- or whatever you can think of -- be part of the troupe, I am SO DOWN. He's going to be drumming up interest and trying to lure more audiences to performances. Don't worry, not everyone gets their zest stolen~.)

Full profile here, though warning for tl;dr. Belville is the product of my crazy obsession with the Restoration era 8(

PLOT: Circus-affiliated folk! Villains and beasties! Party people! People who can provide costumes/props for his shows, idek! THE HIEROPHANT! J, I absolutely demand that he and Furtur be BFFs. They can be flamboyant talkative rabblerousers together :>?

Hi everyone! I'm Jamie, and I'm finally joining this game after gazing longingly at it for at least a month or so. I know a few of you, but most of you I think I don't, so this should be exciting.

This is Jacinta Weaver, recent transplant to London and budding occultist. She came to London just a few months ago, when she left her emotionally abusive husband; since then, she's been working at a cheap bar, living in a rather terrible apartment, and trying to get this whole living independently thing figured out. Given that she got married right out of school and never really got to spend any time living for herself or finding her passion, that's a bit harder than it sounds. She stumbled across Wicca not too long ago, though, and had really taken to it on a spiritual level. (She's primarily following Gardnerian Wicca, but obviously with some modifications, given that Gardnerian puts a major emphasis on covens and her "coven" is an online discussion board).

She's one of those people who grew up quickly, and tends to come across as a bit older than she actually is (which is twenty). At the same time, though, she didn't get a chance to do much in the way of self-discovery before now, and she's actively trying to figure out who she wants to be and what she's passionate about. She'll also be looking to pull together a new community for herself, since she hasn't really gotten to know too many people since she got here. She's a natural peacemaker, very kind (although she does kind of want to hex her ex-husband these days), a bit on the guarded side thanks to her history but still generally inclined to trust people and look on the more optimistic side as much as she can. Her full profile is here!

You can find me at sister cynicism on AIM, or at ninedaysqueen, whatever strikes your fancy. I'm very friendly and liable to talk your ear off.

Hello Gates!
My name is Lyss and I am so excited to be here honestly! I'm new. I live in Illinois and teach kids French/take Chinese while trying to find a Real Person Job.
But that is enough about me, I am not the droid you're looking for. Or something!
This is my character. Her name is Irene Moreau. She is 36 years old and is originally from Marseilles. She's a Natural, with an ability to become intangible. Unfortunately for Irene, she is from an atheist French family of mundanes who are petrified of magic in all its forms! Vestiges of magic have been in the family for generations, cropping up every hundred years or more. But in every case, the family's traditionally denied it and unsuccessfully tried to stop the affected person from breeding. Irene was having none of that, and took off for Paris with a false announcement of pregnancy at seventeen. She knew about the magical community before that point but wasn't very involved. The Librarian who had met Irene before recruited her, and Irene, having nothing better to do, completed Library training. When she graduated, she left Paris and moved to London for a better job than the Paris Library could offer. Namely, she is now Cian Andley's work partner. So she's not sure if it was actually an upgrade. And she means that in the best of ways. Probably.

Irene doesn't really mind people, but she's pretty bad at people. She is blunt, headstrong, and just a little arrogant. She hates being told what to do, so as you can imagine, she has at points not been the Library's best employee. And she doesn't agree with all of what they practice, but at heart it's okay, because she's very, very loyal. This goes for both the Library and the few people she deems "friends." She probably has a few of those. Also enemies. And colleagues! Basically I am very, very open for any plot at all. I'm just sorry all you'll get in return is a cranky sometimes-incorporeal French lady who snaps and swears a lot and will never let you drive her car. (She has a really nice car. It's her baby and no one's allowed to touch it. Seriously, no one.) AND ALSO: she just got back from a ~6 month long job. So she will be starting kind of sort of fresh. Which is pretty convenient for me.

But like I said, I'm so excited to be here, I've heard nothing but wonderful things :)
I realize also that I suck at intros. So if you would like to read the part where I described my character better than this, it's there! And if you want me, I am at facemcfacerson@gmail.com and also I'm createasensation on AIM and my CDJ is croissant (I lived in France for nine months and became French themed, it's a bit embarrassing ,yeah) so feel free to add me!

Helloooo Gates, my favouritest of favourites! ♥ Julie here to say sorry for my characters disappearing over the last couple weeks -- life reared its head and still hasn't really abated, so you'll have to forgive my still being spacey/slow. As soon as Canadian Thanksgiving releases me from its turkeyed clutches, I'm hoping to get caught up and heave myself back into the mix (incl. emailing people about dream-plot! :D).

Also, because it's a new month, you know what that means: another character! But tbh, Gia's introduction for her Nephilim serves the purposes for both: Mr White (also known as Ahya, or Narīmān) is the obverse of his brother, the two of them together making one limb. There isn't much to tell them apart, except that White's specialty lies in science & Black has a soft spot for art. Either way, White is a crass, foul-mouthed, shit-stirring angel/human hybrid hitting middle-age anxiety, now that they've got a few millennia under their belts. He'll be creeping on your activities, puzzling out the future, firmly guiding mankind towards progress by violent leaps and bounds, sulking at their angelic uncles, and checking out what's currently trending on Twitter. Full profile here, for what it's worth :*

I will creep on any comments on Gia's intro, so no worries if you suggest plot for the brothers there! The main thrust of this post is more like "D: SORRY I'VE BEEN GONE, BUT I'M SEMI-SORTA-MAYBE BACK AS OF TUESDAY". :x

Soooo I know my third character isn't even technically in game yet but I pounded out this app with fury and Nyquil on my side so I shall deliver to you, post-haste, yet another demon to join the recent influx! Uh, this is Zoe, by the way. Surprise, I said I had character roster issues.

This is Berith. You may call him Baalberith if you're a Caananite, he's okay with either. In Hell, Berith is a relatively powerful demon -- Grand Duke blah blah twenty-six legions, something like the demonic equivalent of upper-middle class -- and has the dubious responsibility of being Hell's Secretary. Which would probably seem like a nightmare to anyone but Berith, who has always been a bit of a control freak and loved it. File your paperwork or pay in blood, minions. He has a bad track record when it comes to human possession, unfortunately; he always seems to get on the wrong end of a crucifix and he'll say just about anything to put off being exorcised, including doling out true information that he probably shouldn't have mentioned if he wanted to have a lot of friends in Hell. And ever since the whole dreaded King Solomon business, his name's in the books and people know how to summon him and shit, it's a nightmare.

Ten years ago, that nightmare became his reality, because one jackass reporter in a fit of random half-suicidal curiosity summoned him into his living room in just the right way, and Berith's been stuck inside his little chalk circle ever since. He's Saul Cain's secret weapon, and he lives in the basement of the Metropolitan, hidden under heavy wards and enough locks to piss off Houdini. He possesses some limited omniscience, so he can clairvoyantly spy on things that have happened/are happening/will happen, and feeds it to Saul who can then send his reporters scurrying to be in the right place before it happens. Or hunt down old buried leads. He also can turn metal into gold, but that's kind of his parlor trick, natch. He's getting used less and less by his summoner, which is leaving him insanely bored, not to mention unbelievably twitchy in his meatsack and ready to climb the walls if he could reach them at all, and sometimes he tries to telepathically nudge at the Metropolitan staff in hopes of at least unnerving them for a few seconds because seriously, that's the most exciting highlight his day can offer, most of the time.

He may get to be on the journals from time to time, but he's under strict orders not to tell anyone who or where he is, so if he pops up, he's probably posing as some random market-goer who's just looking for conversation. If you'd like a bucket full of crazy caged demon in your life, speak up. :] Otherwise, he's still plotting ways to stretch his pinkies outside of the circle, so keep your eyes open for future plot and feel free to pitch your characters his way!

Hi all - following an announcement of plot with an announcement of plot via proxy. Namely a new character which I refuse to be shame-faced about as it is my first in at least six months. Lis here with Saul Cain, known affectionately to some as 'that mad bastard permanently on a trip and writing intrepid dreck about the magical world in next week's chip paper, otherwise known as a newspaper' and by others as 'get the fuck out of my establishment Cain or I'll throw you through the fucking window and bill you for damages'.

This is Saul. Saul is one of those journalists who cut their teeth on the News of the World before it decided to tap phones for stories. Saul is revolting, hairy and disgusting, prone to displays of sexism and filth enough to make a sailor blush on his veteran trip back from service and is almost permanently high or drunk. (The excuse being: he is rather horribly intelligent and also horrible and it amps and dulls the world in equal measure until it is a nice gentle blur for viewing). He is very friendly until he is not, he shouts and has phenomenally verbose arguments when not actually angry at all and has slept with half of London when London was very drunk and not thinking clearly and probably regretted it the following morning. (he is also a shameless take on Spider Jerusalem of Transmet and if you have not read that, read that)

Saul is a Mundane who came out about ten years ago when he acquired a demon in the basement and a very crap newspaper called Metropolitan (referred to by everyone who works there as the Met or 'do I have to go back? Can't I tell them I died?') that has the dubious honour of being the only reporting broadsheet on magic at all. They are not the Library's bff or on their Christmas card list, as you can imagine, by virtue of sharing with all of magical London the latest horrific occurrences in magical London. However, the Merchants hate them too, because they're not keen on dirty laundry flapping around for all to see. What this means from a game perspective is a) nothing is sacred and b) if you wish to make a character's personal plot (say, a demon breaking a personal seal and making free with the body) game-wide, you may either poke a Met-staff player and say 'hi, please write a story on this' or write up an article yourself, post it in the game-com with the tag 'Metropolitan' and it can be considered as read by anyone who can get access to the Met (and that is everyone exposed to magic).

Which makes the Collector very fucked indeed and the Library paying overtime. There is a newspaper article generator I will be linking in Saul's profile and putting into the mod resources post shortly, but otherwise! People who hate his guts! People who have been written about by him! People who he has slept with and been lewd about! People who have been warned not to speak to him on pain of death! He's a Market-goer regularly, so he's pretty infamous and always available on hand. He does have some friends - dubious though they may be, so volunteers?

Hello, gateslings!

I RETURN! From where, you ask. Well, from the musty little crevices of that stupid thing called RL, where I was surrounded by stress, anxiety, and a lot of dancing (no, seriously. I was). ANYWHO. That is in the past, and I now find myself with free time and a desire to do ALL THE FUN THINGS.

For those of you who don't recognize this little lady (or have forgotten who she is, HDU), this here is Serena St. James. She's a 24 year-old empath, with an out-of-control power that has been brought under control by a fancy schmancy talisman. She leads a double-life, the first being as a chorus dancer in a small show in town. Her second life (and in my opinion the more interesting one), is as a fence for occult objects. She works with the local gang o' thieves, but she also freelances. Serena has spent a majority of her life traveling around Europe and making connections with the various shady elements of the underground, so she's pretty good at what she does. Basically, if someone needs something they don't actually want to risk getting or if someone needs to get rid of stolen merchandise quick, she's your gal.

IMPORTANT: Serena loves people. More importantly, she loves sex. So gents, ladies, she is open for business.

Plots/lines wise, there are a few things I want to do. I want to do an actual heist, theft, fencing at some point. As fun as Serena is to write as a complete ham, I want to explore her at work. She has a couple of friends, but I would like to explore Serena's deeper emotions. She doesn't actually do anything more than casual sex/ friends with benefits, but there's always an exception to that rule. I'd like to explore that exception :]

Okay, I'll go pay attention to class again. As always, you can find me at pujabberwocky on both AIM and Gmail/talk. Come poke me so I can play.

♥ Puja

PS - I've obviously missed a lot during my ridiculous absence, so if there's anything you think I need to know, please poke me! (I like being poked, clearly)

Y'all, I can't even tell you how long my plans for this game have been in the works. Really, can't and won't. It would be too embarrassing to reveal. I CAN, however, tell you how excited I am to be here (very, just fyi)! I'm Marie, and I'm here to intro and beg appropriately for all ur plot, as the kids say today. I only have this one gentleman here at present, but hopefully that will change soon. Evilsmileyface.gif.

LET'S GET TO IT. ( I'm always embarrassed by my long intros, please don't let that deter! )

Christ! Anyway, Iain has brought his bookish-yet-bamf self back to London on orders from the home office, and is doing his best to adjust again. Read more here! I'm open to everything. Librarian friends (liek bffs)? Dead folks? Any, all, and sundry? Please be gentle; I'm new here. Catch me on gmail at labanlieue@gmail.com, or at deirdreophelia for those rare occasions I'm on AIM. :3

hello all. this is hayyel, the former guardian angel of Creatures, current caretaker of the hounds in hell. she's in the bottom ten percent, in terms of importance on the demonic scale of things, and was similarly unimportant back in heaven. this boils her blood, but she's petulant and childish and sort of weird, so it's probably in the best interest of hell to not give her any sort of promotion- or maybe she's petulant and childish and weird because of a lack of respect. vicious chocolate and vanilla swirl.

she's not been to earth in...ever, she was never permitted even in heaven, and she's finally decided to pull a teenager-type move and skip up to earth like a kid sneaking out of the house. she's basically joyriding the body of a 24 year old school teacher from mobile, alabama named holly little, and she's only just hopped herself over to london because word is, that's Where It's At.

besides the demonic standard, she has the hounds of hell under her command (they love her and are very loyal) and all earthy canines tend to immediately obey and love her, and after an interaction, they tend to be fertile monsters toward everyone else. keep your pomeranians locked up or they'll eat your face off.

hayyel is out, having a ball, and will be obseeessseeed with having fun at the hierophant, so people there will see her! as for plot? other demons- do you or do you NOT care that hayyel is skiving off up to earth. particularly ambitious occultists, she's not a strong demon, and someone with enough skill could bind her, if that's of interest to anyone. get on her good side, and you could have a hound or two attack someone as a favor.

hi bbs. it's maddie, and here's my second boy, sam archer.

librarians, long-term occultists, serious-minded folk: you're probably going to hate sam. sam's known about magic for only a few months, having found his grandfather's diaries/grimoires in his gran's attic. since then, he's figured out how to glamor stones into gems, and he's getting there with turning pieces of paper into cash. he's currently a crapshoot on whether or not it works, but with his success, sam has become super super super cocky, and thinks he must be among the best occultists in the world.

homeboy has NO clue what he's gotten himself into, and as a reckless, impulsive, cheeky, undereducated, cocky 19 year old boy, he's really playing with matches. while covered in gasoline. when there's a strong wind.

as for plot, he's certainly going to piss some people off, and he could be easily swayed to the light or dark side~. i would love some kind of mentor, and i know there's a band of merry thieves, which could be RIGHT up his alley. thoughts? plots? kittens?

Greetings, At The Gates! I am a new person, hello hello, etc. My name is Loren, and I'm a college student in the Chicago area, which puts me at CST. My CDJ can be found at helloworld, and I'm available through e-mail/Gtalk at withano@gmail.com and AIM at halfpricetibet.

But what you really came here for is this guy. His name is Ethan Young, but if your characters know him, they would know him as Elder Young. He's originally from Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, and he's taking a break from attending BYU (as a psych major) to serve his mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. So yes, he goes door to door with his companion and copies of the Book of Mormon. Unfortunately, there is a slight issue with that. You see, Elder Young here is a Natural with the power of persuasion. Any normal person who listens to his voice will believe anything he says, at least until the conversation is over. This also makes them very open to suggestion, which means that, yes, he has been using his power to tell people about Jesus Christ and sign them up with the Mormon Church. He has no idea that's what's been happening, though. In fact, he thinks magic is evil and that he's just a really good missionary. He's similarly naive in other areas of his life, in the way that people who grow up thinking rock music is the work of the devil tend to be. But he's really a nice guy! You can read more here.

I have a few other characters in mind, and I am steepling my fingers as I plot them out, but for now, what I'm really looking for is the wrong door, so to speak. Elder Young doesn't know many people in London, and he especially doesn't know anything about the supernatural scene here. Someone should recognize him for what he is and let the Library know before he starts actually converting masses of people to Mormonism. He could also improbably know anyone who does mundane community service, since missionaries do a lot of that.

Hey, it's Zoe here. I have a new character to introduce to you, but also one who I've had lurking around for a little bit (not long) and simply haven't given a proper introduction because I expected to have another app done sooner than this, and wanted to save everyone the extra post. Regardless, you get them both now!

This is Arazia Santoro, Nic's cousin, prodigal Merchant daughter. She's a Natural with the ability to amplify magic of all kinds, whether it's natural or occult or enchanted objects and wards, and magic-users end up with a rather hefty high from all the extra power they get to toss around. She sees magical traces too, but that's more of a side-effect. Her power made her vastly useful since birth, which lead to her paranoid control-freak of a father basically pulling a Rapunzel on her. Unfortunately, she's never been all that docile, and she's been making escape attempts for years. She's a bit of an embarrassment to her family, despite her ability. None of her escape attempts have been particularly successful in the long run (the best attempt was in London when she was sixteen, managing to stay off the radar for a week with Devon and Talia and other assorted junkies before she got dragged home) and until recently, she's been kept under very tight lock and key. But with the Collector murdering so close to the Marketplace, she'll be turning up any day now to come strengthen the Marketplace wards. (And, naturally, make another break for it.) Keep your eyes peeled, etc!

The other is Jegudiel (laudingly), known on the mortal coil as Johanna Levine, mostly (for like the past 250 years or so, she doesn't entirely get the concept of lifespan). She (he, it) is an archangel whose provenance is rewarding the deserving leaders of mankind. Anyone who has proved themselves to be selfless, strong, and taken a leadership role to spread their ideals throughout the populace gets Jegudiel's protection and respect, basically. Think Mother Theresa. She spends quite a bit of time stalking people to see if they can really withstand the tests of the world, and checking their moral character thoroughly. It's also her job to make sure that those who she protects stay on the righteous path. Long story short, God helps those who help themselves, via Jegudiel. When she's not doing her angelic duties, she paints miniatures. Takes tea with other angels and such.

I have a ton of plot in the works for these two but I'm always, always open for more. Please feel welcome to nudge me for any kind of connections! ♥

hiii everyone. my name is maddie, i'm 25 and i've spent my morning googling han solo gifs, if that gives you any insight into how i am as a person.

( UGH this got sort of long )

uh, let's see, short version: prim proper academic. workaholic. neurotic. Good. failboat occultist. market vendor. makes items, particularly weapons for hunting big bad beasts. two vices: women (hello, gem ladies) and caffeine. would love plot with: hookers, hunters, academics, merchants, occultist friends to help him out of his magical jams. would be open to perry family members, and employees.

magrathea, a chr0i (aim), babysonfiyah @ gmail. tyia.

adelina, former cotton candy weaver, popcorn gawker, tumbler and merry-go-round enthusiast. current mischief magnet and chocolate factory eyed thief. she's the hippy of your flowery sage-smudged dreams and the drunken medicine woman who loves ABBA but can't always admit it. in a world of wonder, whimsy, divination and elements, she somehow inherited a most inorganic, unmystical natural ability... technopathy.

i'm sam, and i had her here a couple hundred years ago, had some plot. i can't recall what it was but i'll be damn sure to try and reestablish it since the caliber of awesome here is off the charts kinda intergalactic. i know she knew a few people?

so here's the thing, i'm kinda in a profession that's a bit unpredictable so they'll be days i might choose to sleep or embark on some adventure. this isn't to say i won't be around or online a lot, it's just replies at work? probably impossible. what the hell am i rambling about... damn i'm tired, anyway.

press 1 if you want to know adelina already. possibilities are endless... she was in the circus. kinda inherently social.

Hello, lovely Gates people. This is just a notice to say that I am returning to this wonderful little community (I being Angela) with Sister Grace, your resident occultist Catholic sister. I've missed writing here more than you know, I'm a little embarrassed that I've left and come back in this manner, and I hope you can forgive me for dropping off the face of the planet this summer. In brief: Grace, originally of Belfast, is a professor of Women's Studies and Theology, as well as a regular do-gooder about London. Her ministry is with Westminster Cathedral, and she lives with an assortment of fellow sisters in convent nearby. She takes her magical inspiration from Biblical passages, and dabbles in your basic Celtic witchcraft. Think...Wicca with more Jesus?

Anyway, the sister spends most of her time educating, easing the suffering of the sick and infirm, and generally giving a helping magical hand wherever it's needed most (yeah, I'm looking at you, displaced Havenites). I'm excited to jump back in and do some writing, so, please, Grace and I are at your disposal.

Hellooooo Gates! I really wanted to commentbomb tonight, failed to do so, will do that tomorrow ----- but in the meantime, feast your eyes (ha ha ha) on this fellow as a little TGIF present. This here (as you've probably gathered from his introductory narrative) is the latest addition to London's immortal unpleasantry. The Corinthian hails from Neil Gaiman's Sandman and is a walking nightmare gone rogue, escaped from the Dreaming back in 1918 in order to turn serial killer and tear bloody swathes through the world. He likes sunglasses, human eyes, and the eating thereof. Doing so gives him full access to a person's visual memory, and sometimes little glimpses of the future. Anyone who loses their eyes but survives an attack from the Corinthian (not very many have) gains a strange psychic link with him. This is why he tries not to leave survivors.

He's been walking the earthly plane in various guises (always male, always Caucasian) since 1918, as mentioned. Every time someone/something gets close to catching him on one of his killing sprees, he slips out of their grasp by switching hosts or returning to the Dreaming. As a result, his handwriting is always changing, so thankfully this gives him some form of anonymity on the journals -- where he's calling himself Alex(ander) and errs very much to the hard-ridden hedonistic side. Drugs and parties? Bring 'em on.

Ways that "Alex Corinth" can help you, o players: has anyone in your character's backstory been mutilated or murdered? someone attacked by something unpleasant? He's a very horrible (but efficient) wakeup call to the paranormal! He'll be laying low for a while, but I'd also love to line up some future victims for when he starts attacking again, if there are any personal NPCs you want to kill off. Or to lose their eyes. Or, hell, this is the creepiest proposition I've ever made but I would be beyond giddy if a player-run character could have their eyes eaten -- there are magical countermeasures, after all! You could get AWESOME BIONIC MAGICAL EYES REPLACED. Echolocation and sonar and shit. Just think how cool that would be! (So in short: please email me if this is down your alley, kidlets.)

Anyway. I imagine other immortals and oldies (sup ghosts!) know who he is; I imagine he's on the Library's equivalent of an 'FBI Most Wanted' list; I imagine he's not allowed into the Market. He's knee-deep in the Circus and you could think of him as the Clyde to its Bonnie, the yang to its... well, yang. And if someone wants to randomly bump into him, I'm also picturing accidental shared drinks in bars; if you'd like an innocuous acquaintanceship with a serial killer, look no further. He's just that crazy cat Alex on the journals, isn't he? Or is he.

Oh and this is Julie, btw. Yes I'm aware I have a character problem. But it's been over a month since the last time, so I'm allowed to bring in another, okay. Okay? Okay.

Hiii, ya'll! It's RM (again). I'm going to be alarmingly busy for this next week or so but I thought I'd go ahead and introduce my two new kids before my world decides to do cartwheels. Because I'm nice like that.

On this journal right here is Candy- One of the lovely ladies toiling in the name of your dreams at The Gem. All seen personality just layers and layers of secrets and smiles to get what she wants out of you. Some teasing on the journals perhaps- where she doesn't have to be held accountable. Candy had a childhood so sucky that her current status in life is a massive, self esteem building, improvement. Candy is also a Natural with Power Negation - her presence in a place can take the magic right out of a man. Which she of course exploits for money. As you do. To see if these powers apply to you and if you should be elated/worried take a gander at her application. I would love to see the sorts of people her power allows her to meet. Also her name is Candy and she is a whore. So already there are topics of conversation.

For something completely different we have Armand York (libraryghost) the Trainer Librarian who just so happens to be pulse-challenged at present. And up to his ears in incompetence, he'll tell you fondly when it comes to his Trainees. Oh those impressively stupid young people. His life had been complicated. Death not so much. One forever wounded granddaughter, one job he can keep for as long as he likes, and a sudden surplus of undead teenage girls. He still has to do paperwork but the odds of someone losing control of their powers and murdering him is pretty much nil. He has blackmail material on pretty much everyone who walked through his halls- what with floating through them and all. (Which he could do when he was alive as well so it's hardly impressive.) His app is here. Give me your ghosts! Your librarians! Your poor little trainees!

Come at me, lights of my life.

So, hi, Nat here with her second character! It's taken me a scandalous amount of time to get Brianna submitted, I am shocked by myself. For those of you who don't know, I also play Kitty Huntington, silvercharmed, a flighty ex-socialite Market-Goer who is chronically broke because she fails at life. Or at least getting and keeping a job. 

But! This here is Brianna O'Connell, a forced recruit for the Library's Praetorians. Her powers are that of memory removal - with a touch she can remove your memory of anything she likes, and from a distant she can complete wipe the minds of entire groups. She's only done this the once, and wasn't that fun!

She's not very happy about working for the Library, but it's better than the alternative. 

Historywise - originally she was from Ireland, a member of a family that have been thieves and smugglers for a long time. When her powers were discovered, her parents organized for her to be shipped off to Temeluchus for training! Which she hated until she realized he didn't want to stop her from using her powers, but develop them! Gosh how awesome. So they did, and Brianna's graduation project was to make all of the Queen Bees at her school forget everything they'd studied so they failed their exams. She was pretty proud of that. :) So the summer after that she and Tem went travelling around Europe and she made an entire small village forget everything ever. Fun times! Until they got home to find the Library waiting for her. She had a choice between recruitment and containment, and she chose recruitment. So she did that, and is now a Praetorian. Granted, one whose knowledge of the Occult is all strictly academic and she's not allowed in most parts of the Library, and she has a babysitter/partner who keeps an eye on her at all times. She is, however, well trained in mundane forensics and crime scene investigation to make up for it. She's also one of the few Librarians who absolutely *has* to do all her paperwork, which she haaaaaaates. 

Personality wise - she's charming when she wants to be, and a bitch the rest of the time. She is the most important person in her world, and she'll do whatever necessary to protect herself. Including screwing you over. She's pretty lacking in the whole empathy/sympathy area as well, so don't expect that from her!

Other things to note: anyone working for the Library would know she's only allowed in the public areas, and even then she's watched. There's also a very strict policy about not touching her or letting her touch you - the Library's rule, not hers, so don't shake her hand if she offers it to you.  

Plot please! She's been in London and around the network for a long time, and she's not backwards about making her opinion known, so there's plenty of room for her to have pissed off your character. Obviously there's potential stuff with Librarians - and if anyone wants to pick up her babysitter I would love them forever! I have no idea about them other than them being older, completely loyal to the Library and ridiculously hard on her. With good reason, but you know. 

HELLLLLLO. Sheena again (ha, like I'm ever going away), with two, count 'em TWO new characters.

First would be this journal here. This is Janie Howard, born Janie Gryffiths. She's sister to Gryff, Lizzie, and Cath. Unlike her siblings, though, it seems Janie missed out on that ambition gene. Her singular goal in life, from the time she was little, was to be a wife and mother. So she married her perfect man and... discovered she couldn't have kids. WHAT DO. She found a remedy that wasn't quite mundane. And by not quite, I mean, not at all. It was successful, though payment is waiting to be rendered, ten years later. She's currently pregnant with child number five, and will likely be introduce to the world of magic properly very very soon. Full profile is over here.

Next is Agnes Cook luckisalady. She's a Natural magic user, though she thinks her ability to manipulate probability comes from an old necklace of her mother's. Her mother died when she was very young, leaving her in the care of her grieving father--a man who was absolutely obsessed with his dead wife. Long story short, he kept her hidden away from the world while he dove into the world of necromancy (having already been a lifelong alchemist) in attempt to recreate his daughter into his wife. Through Library intervention, she got away, having relatively normal teenage years. But when she graduated high school, her father escaped custody, and has been chasing her ever since. It's highly unlikely she'll divulge this twisted backstory, but may just seem a bit angry at older men who attempt to act fatherly. She's also a regular customer at the Market, and part of Liam's little circle--though she'd never ever target people in her own backyard. That's just crazy. Full profile is here.

SO. Gimme your plots, your ideas, let's connect and make some beautiful music.

So. I went to Mexico City and then came back in theory, but I finally checked Gates and it seems a whole bunch of stuff has happened while my brain has been in Lalaland so THANKS A LOT, GUYS. Normally I wouldn't do this but after flashing back through my flist uhhh yeah SO MUCH NEW BLOOD, I will never get around to saying hi to you all individually.

So hi new people! Hi people who aren't new but forgot I exist! I'm Mars. Here are my characters. PLOT WITH ME. NOW. Please 'n' thankyous.

Balthazar feedthefire: ripped unapologetically from the movie Constantine, with my own flourishes. He's a demon. He's a jerk. He likes shiny things and his own reflection. The more he likes you, the more likely you might die a horribly messy death once he's done playing with you. He may or may not have an unhealthy obsession with John Constantine. Oh who am I kidding. He does. He's fun to party with if you're cool with possibly overdosing by the end of the night. He enjoys wrecking large eco-friendly corporations in order to contribute to environmental disaster, and suntanning.

Vasya Yevgeniy leanmean: He is a Russian assassin with two first names and zero magical ability. About a year ago his girlfriend melted but don't worry, ladies, the grieving period has passed. He is a manslut without apology. His dead KGB mother has returned from the grave in the form of a robot. She bakes him cake. Recently he was roofied and used in a blood magic ritual, so now he's a little twitchy in the presence of sparkly motes of magic dust and et cetera. He may or may not return your calls, but if you are a girl or woman he will hold the door for you, carry your bags, and give up his seat on the bus. It's only polite.

If either of these fellas catch your eye, I can be reached here, on my email (littlepinkcupcake at hotmail dot com) or on aim at StrongbowandCake. I look forward to mixin' and minglin' <3