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Who's the creepiest?

Jack the Ripper, duh.
4
33%
Moriarty. How do you even deal with that guy?
1
8%
Inspector Forrester. If you can't trust the Yard, who can you trust?
1
8%
The unnamed owner of the House of Silk. Because there is so much wrong with him.
2
17%
Sherlock Holmes! He knows too much to not be involved...
3
25%
Melanie Martinez--wait, what?
1
8%
 
Total votes : 12

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Postby Free Empire of the Low Isles » Tue Mar 15, 2016 7:29 pm

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Name: Antoni Ruedi Martili Damian Balderik von Zwiefelhofer III

Alias: Damian Moriarty, the Student, the Count von Anhalt.

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Biography: Young Damian was born to a rich, yet unknown Swiss noble in the Appalachian mountains. Indeed, the small country of Liechtenstein, whose royal family may or may not be descended or related to the Von Zwiefelhofers, is more well known than this noble family. The young son of the Count of Chur was born on a bright summer day in the mountains to a happy mother and a proud father. Sadly, the birth was not without... complications. The mother died weeks after the birth due to the midwife having not properly washed her hand and infected the Countess with a drastically deadly disease. The new heir of the Count as well was infected, the young child running a fever for the same number of weeks as his mother. The Count prayed every night, searched for every doctor, and nearly sold the family mines to pay for any cure possible. But still, the lovely Countess died in the middle of night. The only consolation for the Count was that, miraculously, as if his wife's soul had cured him, young Damian's fever broke at the same time his mother passed on.

As he was growing up in the mountains, Damian was afflicted with horrible health, the poor child having colds, flus, and fevers every other week. Indeed, he knew more days stuck in his bed with a rag on his forehead than he knew days in the sun. His father, meanwhile, became more and more distant to his ill child, his reasoning being that a man out in the mines and out in the cities as often as the Count would surely carry contagion that might possibly kill his son, and so he distanced himself. This, while possibly achieving the Count's goal, put a large, wide barrier between himself and his son. Damian, though, did not care.

The young noble had a lot of free time, what with being sick and confined to his room for weeks on end. He filled this time with books, learning to read by the age of three and started working his way through his father's extensive library voraciously ever since. He read everything, fiction to non, but his favorite were indeed fiction stories. Mysteries, crime novels, horror, they all captivated him so much that he started writing some himself, the book being published and shared throughout Switzerland under the name of the Count von Anhalt. A pseudonym, of course. Though, the book was published unfinished, just before the dying protagonist, a manipulative spider of a murderer, saw the eyes of his antagonist, a wonderfully deductive investigator.

Many think that this is some sort of poetic ending, emphasizing some philosophical lesson... The truth was, it was at that point that Damian had lost interest in the style of writing, in the story he was creating, and left it there. He moved on to do something more... physical, as it had been suggested by his resident Doctor. He picked up fencing, as it was a noble sport and one that still had some threat in this world of black powder and revolvers, and started training with a master of the art who was hired by the Count von Zwiefelhofer.

While the young heir to Chur had lost interest in his story, it would seem that someone had... developed a strange fondness for it. One day, a letter came for Damian. It expressed the sender's love of the Count von Anhalt's writing style, and the characters themselves. How he had felt truly connected to the murderer and his reasons, like he was truly the character and was playing out his fate in the pages of the book. Of course, the letter implored, the Count of Anhalt could see the sender's problem, the fact that a character he had felt so close to died without seeing the eyes of his killer. The letter asked Damian to respond with a simple description of the investigator, so that the sender may put their... ill-feelings to rest. The letter was signed by a Professor James Moriarty. As a post signature message, the kind professor also suggested a crime series written by one Dr. John Watson for reading material, if the Count von Anhalt had not already read it.

Damian was ecstatic. He had never had a fan write to him before, and indeed this was the first bit of social interaction he had had outside of his doctor, his fencing instructor, and the brief visits of his father. So of course, he racked his brain for days on end, thinking of the perfect description of his investigator. After three days of silence, locked in his room without food and barely any water, only coming out to train with his fencing master, he appeared in the foyer of the mansion with a letter in his hand, addressed to Professor James Moriarty.

And then, he settled down to read the stories of Sherlock Holmes, written by Dr. James Moriarty. It was difficult at first, reading English instead of German, but he got through it.

He was surprised to find, though, some similarities. The description of his investigator matched pretty closely to that of Holmes... and a few books in, the description of the murderer...

Fit almost exactly the description of one criminal mastermind, Professor Moriarty.

For the next few years, Damian and Professor Moriarty kept up a correspondence, one almost of master and pupil, the Professor informing the young genius about his criminal enterprises and his desires, how he planned to foil Sherlock next, and so forth. Damian did his part, answering certain questions the Professor might have had for him, about the German language and certain things that came to mining, and the handling of businesses. Mostly, though, Damian's letters consisted of questions upon questions for the criminal mastermind. How he ran his organization, how to stay separate from the criminal acts, how to not be caught... how to be the perfect criminal, basically. They were kindred souls, these two.

The first, and last, time Damian met Moriarty was at the Reichenbach Falls, where the great Professor planned to finally defeat Sherlock in an epic battle of matching minds. He was, of course, surprised to meet the eighteen year old 'Count von Anhalt', but quickly reconciled his mental image with the truth, especially after seeing that the young man was as eloquent in person as he was in his letters.

And then the events of Reichenbach proceeded as they did, with Damian, the Professor's protégé, watching it all.

He truly is the only one that knows what truly happened to Sherlock and his enemy that day.

Methodology: Much like a spider in it's web, or perhaps the more apt comparison, like Moriarty in his criminal organization, Damian prefers to stay hidden behind his goons and businesses rather than get face to face with anyone. He gathers information, he blackmails, he hires men to do his dirty work for him, just like his mentor. It's how he stays... innocent in the eyes of the law, by not committing any crimes he can be traced back to. One of his best skills is his ability to predict what clues might be left behind by a crime, how a skilled investigator like Sherlock Holmes would be able to find their way back to him... and erase all trace.

Skills: Manipulation, torture, misdirection, lying, deduction, and fencing.

Classification: Mastermind, Criminal

RP Example: I mean... I can link ya my longest post ever if ya want.

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Postby Sindrya » Tue Mar 15, 2016 7:31 pm

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Rygondria wrote:so could i have an Ic update before i post, What Exactly is going on ?

At the moment? The Irregulars are plotting, the Shadow Thief's dealing with parental abuse, and the Watchman's doing who knows what.

And then a couple criminals are running around wreaking pointless havoc.
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Charlia » Tue Mar 15, 2016 7:37 pm

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Name: Antoni Ruedi Martili Damian Balderik von Zwiefelhofer III

Alias: Damian Moriarty, the Student, the Count von Anhalt.

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Biography: Young Damian was born to a rich, yet unknown Swiss noble in the Appalachian mountains. Indeed, the small country of Liechtenstein, whose royal family may or may not be descended or related to the Von Zwiefelhofers, is more well known than this noble family. The young son of the Count of Chur was born on a bright summer day in the mountains to a happy mother and a proud father. Sadly, the birth was not without... complications. The mother died weeks after the birth due to the midwife having not properly washed her hand and infected the Countess with a drastically deadly disease. The new heir of the Count as well was infected, the young child running a fever for the same number of weeks as his mother. The Count prayed every night, searched for every doctor, and nearly sold the family mines to pay for any cure possible. But still, the lovely Countess died in the middle of night. The only consolation for the Count was that, miraculously, as if his wife's soul had cured him, young Damian's fever broke at the same time his mother passed on.

As he was growing up in the mountains, Damian was afflicted with horrible health, the poor child having colds, flus, and fevers every other week. Indeed, he knew more days stuck in his bed with a rag on his forehead than he knew days in the sun. His father, meanwhile, became more and more distant to his ill child, his reasoning being that a man out in the mines and out in the cities as often as the Count would surely carry contagion that might possibly kill his son, and so he distanced himself. This, while possibly achieving the Count's goal, put a large, wide barrier between himself and his son. Damian, though, did not care.

The young noble had a lot of free time, what with being sick and confined to his room for weeks on end. He filled this time with books, learning to read by the age of three and started working his way through his father's extensive library voraciously ever since. He read everything, fiction to non, but his favorite were indeed fiction stories. Mysteries, crime novels, horror, they all captivated him so much that he started writing some himself, the book being published and shared throughout Switzerland under the name of the Count von Anhalt. A pseudonym, of course. Though, the book was published unfinished, just before the dying protagonist, a manipulative spider of a murderer, saw the eyes of his antagonist, a wonderfully deductive investigator.

Many think that this is some sort of poetic ending, emphasizing some philosophical lesson... The truth was, it was at that point that Damian had lost interest in the style of writing, in the story he was creating, and left it there. He moved on to do something more... physical, as it had been suggested by his resident Doctor. He picked up fencing, as it was a noble sport and one that still had some threat in this world of black powder and revolvers, and started training with a master of the art who was hired by the Count von Zwiefelhofer.

While the young heir to Chur had lost interest in his story, it would seem that someone had... developed a strange fondness for it. One day, a letter came for Damian. It expressed the sender's love of the Count von Anhalt's writing style, and the characters themselves. How he had felt truly connected to the murderer and his reasons, like he was truly the character and was playing out his fate in the pages of the book. Of course, the letter implored, the Count of Anhalt could see the sender's problem, the fact that a character he had felt so close to died without seeing the eyes of his killer. The letter asked Damian to respond with a simple description of the investigator, so that the sender may put their... ill-feelings to rest. The letter was signed by a Professor James Moriarty. As a post signature message, the kind professor also suggested a crime series written by one Dr. John Watson for reading material, if the Count von Anhalt had not already read it.

Damian was ecstatic. He had never had a fan write to him before, and indeed this was the first bit of social interaction he had had outside of his doctor, his fencing instructor, and the brief visits of his father. So of course, he racked his brain for days on end, thinking of the perfect description of his investigator. After three days of silence, locked in his room without food and barely any water, only coming out to train with his fencing master, he appeared in the foyer of the mansion with a letter in his hand, addressed to Professor James Moriarty.

And then, he settled down to read the stories of Sherlock Holmes, written by Dr. James Moriarty. It was difficult at first, reading English instead of German, but he got through it.

He was surprised to find, though, some similarities. The description of his investigator matched pretty closely to that of Holmes... and a few books in, the description of the murderer...

Fit almost exactly the description of one criminal mastermind, Professor Moriarty.

For the next few years, Damian and Professor Moriarty kept up a correspondence, one almost of master and pupil, the Professor informing the young genius about his criminal enterprises and his desires, how he planned to foil Sherlock next, and so forth. Damian did his part, answering certain questions the Professor might have had for him, about the German language and certain things that came to mining, and the handling of businesses. Mostly, though, Damian's letters consisted of questions upon questions for the criminal mastermind. How he ran his organization, how to stay separate from the criminal acts, how to not be caught... how to be the perfect criminal, basically. They were kindred souls, these two.

The first, and last, time Damian met Moriarty was at the Reichenbach Falls, where the great Professor planned to finally defeat Sherlock in an epic battle of matching minds. He was, of course, surprised to meet the eighteen year old 'Count von Anhalt', but quickly reconciled his mental image with the truth, especially after seeing that the young man was as eloquent in person as he was in his letters.

And then the events of Reichenbach proceeded as they did, with Damian, the Professor's protégé, watching it all.

He truly is the only one that knows what truly happened to Sherlock and his enemy that day.

Methodology: Much like a spider in it's web, or perhaps the more apt comparison, like Moriarty in his criminal organization, Damian prefers to stay hidden behind his goons and businesses rather than get face to face with anyone. He gathers information, he blackmails, he hires men to do his dirty work for him, just like his mentor. It's how he stays... innocent in the eyes of the law, by not committing any crimes he can be traced back to. One of his best skills is his ability to predict what clues might be left behind by a crime, how a skilled investigator like Sherlock Holmes would be able to find their way back to him... and erase all trace.

Skills: Manipulation, torture, misdirection, lying, deduction, and fencing.

Classification: Mastermind, Criminal

RP Example: I mean... I can link ya my longest post ever if ya want.

Theme Song: Mars, the Bringer of War

ACCEPTED.


Hmm, hmm, I'm thinking I'll timeskip after the explanation. We cool with that?
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Postby Abserdia » Tue Mar 15, 2016 7:38 pm

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Name: Antoni Ruedi Martili Damian Balderik von Zwiefelhofer III

Alias: Damian Moriarty, the Student, the Count von Anhalt.

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Biography: Young Damian was born to a rich, yet unknown Swiss noble in the Appalachian mountains. Indeed, the small country of Liechtenstein, whose royal family may or may not be descended or related to the Von Zwiefelhofers, is more well known than this noble family. The young son of the Count of Chur was born on a bright summer day in the mountains to a happy mother and a proud father. Sadly, the birth was not without... complications. The mother died weeks after the birth due to the midwife having not properly washed her hand and infected the Countess with a drastically deadly disease. The new heir of the Count as well was infected, the young child running a fever for the same number of weeks as his mother. The Count prayed every night, searched for every doctor, and nearly sold the family mines to pay for any cure possible. But still, the lovely Countess died in the middle of night. The only consolation for the Count was that, miraculously, as if his wife's soul had cured him, young Damian's fever broke at the same time his mother passed on.

As he was growing up in the mountains, Damian was afflicted with horrible health, the poor child having colds, flus, and fevers every other week. Indeed, he knew more days stuck in his bed with a rag on his forehead than he knew days in the sun. His father, meanwhile, became more and more distant to his ill child, his reasoning being that a man out in the mines and out in the cities as often as the Count would surely carry contagion that might possibly kill his son, and so he distanced himself. This, while possibly achieving the Count's goal, put a large, wide barrier between himself and his son. Damian, though, did not care.

The young noble had a lot of free time, what with being sick and confined to his room for weeks on end. He filled this time with books, learning to read by the age of three and started working his way through his father's extensive library voraciously ever since. He read everything, fiction to non, but his favorite were indeed fiction stories. Mysteries, crime novels, horror, they all captivated him so much that he started writing some himself, the book being published and shared throughout Switzerland under the name of the Count von Anhalt. A pseudonym, of course. Though, the book was published unfinished, just before the dying protagonist, a manipulative spider of a murderer, saw the eyes of his antagonist, a wonderfully deductive investigator.

Many think that this is some sort of poetic ending, emphasizing some philosophical lesson... The truth was, it was at that point that Damian had lost interest in the style of writing, in the story he was creating, and left it there. He moved on to do something more... physical, as it had been suggested by his resident Doctor. He picked up fencing, as it was a noble sport and one that still had some threat in this world of black powder and revolvers, and started training with a master of the art who was hired by the Count von Zwiefelhofer.

While the young heir to Chur had lost interest in his story, it would seem that someone had... developed a strange fondness for it. One day, a letter came for Damian. It expressed the sender's love of the Count von Anhalt's writing style, and the characters themselves. How he had felt truly connected to the murderer and his reasons, like he was truly the character and was playing out his fate in the pages of the book. Of course, the letter implored, the Count of Anhalt could see the sender's problem, the fact that a character he had felt so close to died without seeing the eyes of his killer. The letter asked Damian to respond with a simple description of the investigator, so that the sender may put their... ill-feelings to rest. The letter was signed by a Professor James Moriarty. As a post signature message, the kind professor also suggested a crime series written by one Dr. John Watson for reading material, if the Count von Anhalt had not already read it.

Damian was ecstatic. He had never had a fan write to him before, and indeed this was the first bit of social interaction he had had outside of his doctor, his fencing instructor, and the brief visits of his father. So of course, he racked his brain for days on end, thinking of the perfect description of his investigator. After three days of silence, locked in his room without food and barely any water, only coming out to train with his fencing master, he appeared in the foyer of the mansion with a letter in his hand, addressed to Professor James Moriarty.

And then, he settled down to read the stories of Sherlock Holmes, written by Dr. James Moriarty. It was difficult at first, reading English instead of German, but he got through it.

He was surprised to find, though, some similarities. The description of his investigator matched pretty closely to that of Holmes... and a few books in, the description of the murderer...

Fit almost exactly the description of one criminal mastermind, Professor Moriarty.

For the next few years, Damian and Professor Moriarty kept up a correspondence, one almost of master and pupil, the Professor informing the young genius about his criminal enterprises and his desires, how he planned to foil Sherlock next, and so forth. Damian did his part, answering certain questions the Professor might have had for him, about the German language and certain things that came to mining, and the handling of businesses. Mostly, though, Damian's letters consisted of questions upon questions for the criminal mastermind. How he ran his organization, how to stay separate from the criminal acts, how to not be caught... how to be the perfect criminal, basically. They were kindred souls, these two.

The first, and last, time Damian met Moriarty was at the Reichenbach Falls, where the great Professor planned to finally defeat Sherlock in an epic battle of matching minds. He was, of course, surprised to meet the eighteen year old 'Count von Anhalt', but quickly reconciled his mental image with the truth, especially after seeing that the young man was as eloquent in person as he was in his letters.

And then the events of Reichenbach proceeded as they did, with Damian, the Professor's protégé, watching it all.

He truly is the only one that knows what truly happened to Sherlock and his enemy that day.

Methodology: Much like a spider in it's web, or perhaps the more apt comparison, like Moriarty in his criminal organization, Damian prefers to stay hidden behind his goons and businesses rather than get face to face with anyone. He gathers information, he blackmails, he hires men to do his dirty work for him, just like his mentor. It's how he stays... innocent in the eyes of the law, by not committing any crimes he can be traced back to. One of his best skills is his ability to predict what clues might be left behind by a crime, how a skilled investigator like Sherlock Holmes would be able to find their way back to him... and erase all trace.

Skills: Manipulation, torture, misdirection, lying, deduction, and fencing.

Classification: Mastermind, Criminal

RP Example: I mean... I can link ya my longest post ever if ya want.

Theme Song: Mars, the Bringer of War

ACCEPTED.


Hmm, hmm, I'm thinking I'll timeskip after the explanation. We cool with that?

I'm fine with that.
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Postby Ranoria » Tue Mar 15, 2016 7:41 pm

I might be able to find a way to jump in at some point, not really sure what to do as a criminal.
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Father Knows Best State

Postby Free Empire of the Low Isles » Tue Mar 15, 2016 7:53 pm

Charlia wrote:
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Name: Antoni Ruedi Martili Damian Balderik von Zwiefelhofer III

Alias: Damian Moriarty, the Student, the Count von Anhalt.

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Biography: Young Damian was born to a rich, yet unknown Swiss noble in the Appalachian mountains. Indeed, the small country of Liechtenstein, whose royal family may or may not be descended or related to the Von Zwiefelhofers, is more well known than this noble family. The young son of the Count of Chur was born on a bright summer day in the mountains to a happy mother and a proud father. Sadly, the birth was not without... complications. The mother died weeks after the birth due to the midwife having not properly washed her hand and infected the Countess with a drastically deadly disease. The new heir of the Count as well was infected, the young child running a fever for the same number of weeks as his mother. The Count prayed every night, searched for every doctor, and nearly sold the family mines to pay for any cure possible. But still, the lovely Countess died in the middle of night. The only consolation for the Count was that, miraculously, as if his wife's soul had cured him, young Damian's fever broke at the same time his mother passed on.

As he was growing up in the mountains, Damian was afflicted with horrible health, the poor child having colds, flus, and fevers every other week. Indeed, he knew more days stuck in his bed with a rag on his forehead than he knew days in the sun. His father, meanwhile, became more and more distant to his ill child, his reasoning being that a man out in the mines and out in the cities as often as the Count would surely carry contagion that might possibly kill his son, and so he distanced himself. This, while possibly achieving the Count's goal, put a large, wide barrier between himself and his son. Damian, though, did not care.

The young noble had a lot of free time, what with being sick and confined to his room for weeks on end. He filled this time with books, learning to read by the age of three and started working his way through his father's extensive library voraciously ever since. He read everything, fiction to non, but his favorite were indeed fiction stories. Mysteries, crime novels, horror, they all captivated him so much that he started writing some himself, the book being published and shared throughout Switzerland under the name of the Count von Anhalt. A pseudonym, of course. Though, the book was published unfinished, just before the dying protagonist, a manipulative spider of a murderer, saw the eyes of his antagonist, a wonderfully deductive investigator.

Many think that this is some sort of poetic ending, emphasizing some philosophical lesson... The truth was, it was at that point that Damian had lost interest in the style of writing, in the story he was creating, and left it there. He moved on to do something more... physical, as it had been suggested by his resident Doctor. He picked up fencing, as it was a noble sport and one that still had some threat in this world of black powder and revolvers, and started training with a master of the art who was hired by the Count von Zwiefelhofer.

While the young heir to Chur had lost interest in his story, it would seem that someone had... developed a strange fondness for it. One day, a letter came for Damian. It expressed the sender's love of the Count von Anhalt's writing style, and the characters themselves. How he had felt truly connected to the murderer and his reasons, like he was truly the character and was playing out his fate in the pages of the book. Of course, the letter implored, the Count of Anhalt could see the sender's problem, the fact that a character he had felt so close to died without seeing the eyes of his killer. The letter asked Damian to respond with a simple description of the investigator, so that the sender may put their... ill-feelings to rest. The letter was signed by a Professor James Moriarty. As a post signature message, the kind professor also suggested a crime series written by one Dr. John Watson for reading material, if the Count von Anhalt had not already read it.

Damian was ecstatic. He had never had a fan write to him before, and indeed this was the first bit of social interaction he had had outside of his doctor, his fencing instructor, and the brief visits of his father. So of course, he racked his brain for days on end, thinking of the perfect description of his investigator. After three days of silence, locked in his room without food and barely any water, only coming out to train with his fencing master, he appeared in the foyer of the mansion with a letter in his hand, addressed to Professor James Moriarty.

And then, he settled down to read the stories of Sherlock Holmes, written by Dr. James Moriarty. It was difficult at first, reading English instead of German, but he got through it.

He was surprised to find, though, some similarities. The description of his investigator matched pretty closely to that of Holmes... and a few books in, the description of the murderer...

Fit almost exactly the description of one criminal mastermind, Professor Moriarty.

For the next few years, Damian and Professor Moriarty kept up a correspondence, one almost of master and pupil, the Professor informing the young genius about his criminal enterprises and his desires, how he planned to foil Sherlock next, and so forth. Damian did his part, answering certain questions the Professor might have had for him, about the German language and certain things that came to mining, and the handling of businesses. Mostly, though, Damian's letters consisted of questions upon questions for the criminal mastermind. How he ran his organization, how to stay separate from the criminal acts, how to not be caught... how to be the perfect criminal, basically. They were kindred souls, these two.

The first, and last, time Damian met Moriarty was at the Reichenbach Falls, where the great Professor planned to finally defeat Sherlock in an epic battle of matching minds. He was, of course, surprised to meet the eighteen year old 'Count von Anhalt', but quickly reconciled his mental image with the truth, especially after seeing that the young man was as eloquent in person as he was in his letters.

And then the events of Reichenbach proceeded as they did, with Damian, the Professor's protégé, watching it all.

He truly is the only one that knows what truly happened to Sherlock and his enemy that day.

Methodology: Much like a spider in it's web, or perhaps the more apt comparison, like Moriarty in his criminal organization, Damian prefers to stay hidden behind his goons and businesses rather than get face to face with anyone. He gathers information, he blackmails, he hires men to do his dirty work for him, just like his mentor. It's how he stays... innocent in the eyes of the law, by not committing any crimes he can be traced back to. One of his best skills is his ability to predict what clues might be left behind by a crime, how a skilled investigator like Sherlock Holmes would be able to find their way back to him... and erase all trace.

Skills: Manipulation, torture, misdirection, lying, deduction, and fencing.

Classification: Mastermind, Criminal

RP Example: I mean... I can link ya my longest post ever if ya want.

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ACCEPTED.


Hmm, hmm, I'm thinking I'll timeskip after the explanation. We cool with that?


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Postby Mirakai » Tue Mar 15, 2016 8:14 pm

Should get a post up soon. Sorry I haven't before. My postings schedule is highly erratic at the moment due to unfortunate IRL events
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Postby Charlia » Tue Mar 15, 2016 8:15 pm

Mirakai wrote:Should get a post up soon. Sorry I haven't before. My postings schedule is highly erratic at the moment due to unfortunate IRL events

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Postby Abserdia » Tue Mar 15, 2016 8:37 pm

Watson is Sherlock's Holmy.
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What should I have Vinge do? Maybe I should keep her away from the most important plot lines for now...
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Postby Shark isle » Tue Mar 15, 2016 9:21 pm

Irregular Occurrences Application
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wo3k4jgxMjw/V ... 010094.jpg
Name: Charlie Fitzgerald Glamis
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Biography: Charlie was born in Edinburgh, Scotland to a poor family. His Father, who was a drunkard, often beat Charlie while his Mother looked on helplessly, too afraid to help. This treatment led Charlie to a lifelong hatred of his Parents. As he grew older and more resentful of his Parents, Charlie became a lamplighter to support himself and get enough money to move to London, and away from his Parents. One day, Charlie's Father hit Him so hard he lost three teeth. Later that night, Charlie's house caught on fire and his Parents died in the blaze while Charlie mysteriously disappeared. Charlie later turned up in Glasgow where he admitted to a priest that he caught his Parent's house on fire on purpose due to the abuse he dealt with all his life. He also admitted feeling surprisingly euphoric while staring at the blaze. He then killed the priest and burned down the church to cover his tracks. Charlie arrived at London a few days later and hid out in the slums. A few days after He arrived at London, a warehouse suspiciously burned down and the only thing left at the scene was a white glove. The Arsonist, who was really Charlie proceeded to terrorize London for three months with fires that were mostly centered at the poorer districts, just to satisfy his cravings for destruction, while taunting police by leaving at the scene of every crime, his calling card, a white glove. The arsons got so bad that had to commission Sherlock Holmes himself to track down the arsonist. Holmes eventually caught Charlie trying to burn down a warehouse at the port that was full of whisky, Charlie's Fathers favorite drink. After he was arrested Charlie was taken away and sent to a sanitarium where he spent the next 10 years waiting for the first chance he got to escape. One day his opportunity when when a doctor was distracted by a patient across the hall. Charlie promptly snuck up on the man, wrung his neck, stole his clothes, and escaped the sanitarium and went back to London. Charlie is currently hiding out in the slums waiting for his opportunity to continue his path of destruction.
Methodology: Uses his obsession with fire and his knowledge of the streets of London.
Skills: Stealth, Street Smarts and basic fighting skills,
Classification: Criminal
RP Example: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... #p27097668
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uubCd-iqCo

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Postby Charlia » Tue Mar 15, 2016 9:23 pm

Shark isle wrote:Irregular Occurrences Application
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wo3k4jgxMjw/V ... 010094.jpg
Name: Charlie Fitzgerald Glamis
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Biography: Charlie was born in Edinburgh, Scotland to a poor family. His Father, who was a drunkard, often beat Charlie while his Mother looked on helplessly, too afraid to help. This treatment led Charlie to a lifelong hatred of his Parents. As he grew older and more resentful of his Parents, Charlie became a lamplighter to support himself and get enough money to move to London, and away from his Parents. One day, Charlie's Father hit Him so hard he lost three teeth. Later that night, Charlie's house caught on fire and his Parents died in the blaze while Charlie mysteriously disappeared. Charlie later turned up in Glasgow where he admitted to a priest that he caught his Parent's house on fire on purpose due to the abuse he dealt with all his life. He also admitted feeling surprisingly euphoric while staring at the blaze. He then killed the priest and burned down the church to cover his tracks. Charlie arrived at London a few days later and hid out in the slums. A few days after He arrived at London, a warehouse suspiciously burned down and the only thing left at the scene was a white glove. The Arsonist, who was really Charlie proceeded to terrorize London for three months with fires that were mostly centered at the poorer districts, just to satisfy his cravings for destruction, while taunting police by leaving at the scene of every crime, his calling card, a white glove. The arsons got so bad that had to commission Sherlock Holmes himself to track down the arsonist. Holmes eventually caught Charlie trying to burn down a warehouse at the port that was full of whisky, Charlie's Fathers favorite drink. After he was arrested Charlie was taken away and sent to a sanitarium where he spent the next 10 years waiting for the first chance he got to escape. One day his opportunity when when a doctor was distracted by a patient across the hall. Charlie promptly snuck up on the man, wrung his neck, stole his clothes, and escaped the sanitarium and went back to London. Charlie is currently hiding out in the slums waiting for his opportunity to continue his path of destruction.
Methodology: Uses his obsession with fire and his knowledge of the streets of London.
Skills: Stealth, Street Smarts and basic fighting skills,
Classification: Criminal
RP Example: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=353600&p=27097668&sid=1c04110b18c4d1c974f5837574b32d89#p27097668
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uubCd-iqCo

Rejected.
Abserdia wrote:Watson is Sherlock's Holmy.
imsosorry


What should I have Vinge do? Maybe I should keep her away from the most important plot lines for now...
...so lame. That was so, so lame. *shakes head sadly* Shame on you.


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Postby MightyQuinn » Tue Mar 15, 2016 9:37 pm

Irregular Occurrences Application

Image


Name: Agnes MacAvity.

Alias: The Starling.

Age: 23.

Sex: Female.

Biography: Agnes MacAvity was a young woman scorned. A member of a distinguished family of actors and actress, she was constantly being unfavorably compared to her elder brother and sister. The two older siblings had attained graceful movements that Agnes was never quite able to match and were generally put forward by the family for the auditioning of parts. Agnes did have other talents that did not impress the other members of the family. Her abilities in impressions and ventriloquism, while quite accurate, were looked upon as vulgar low showmanship by the family.

But the worst blow came when a handsome young gentleman, who actually had been interested in Agnes, fell under the spell of her sister, who dallied with him for some time and then tossed him aside. This treatment was too much for the young man and he left, never to see Agnes again.

Agnes revenged herself upon her sister by copying the writing of the young man and threatening to release very compromising information. This bit of extortion allowed Agnes to set herself up as a woman of independent means. Over time, she developed contacts in the criminal world and in high society.

Methodology: Confidence Artist, Extortionist and Information Broker.

Skills: Acting, Forgery, (Vocal) Impression, Ventriloquism,

Classification: Criminal

RP Example: New

Theme Song: The Laughing Song (1891) https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=youtube+the+laughing+song&view=detail&mid=38F2E1258B3C6548C01938F2E1258B3C6548C019&FORM=VIRE
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Postby Beiarusia » Tue Mar 15, 2016 10:04 pm

I may end up dropping this (or at the very least lurking in the shadows) as I am afraid that I cannot keep pace due to my IRL schedule (and me being away for most the day), and I fear that involving myself in any significant way may well become an obstacle. Until then I will stick around though I cannot guarantee if I can get a post up tonight.

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Postby True Refuge » Wed Mar 16, 2016 3:25 am

From deep within myself, I have drawn upon my last bit of willpower, depleted by tests, assignments and the general tiredness of trying to keep up with this, I have created my first significant post.

Beiarusia wrote:I may end up dropping this (or at the very least lurking in the shadows) as I am afraid that I cannot keep pace due to my IRL schedule (and me being away for most the day), and I fear that involving myself in any significant way may well become an obstacle. Until then I will stick around though I cannot guarantee if I can get a post up tonight.


I suppose I'm in the same boat :P

It's going to take me some time to adjust.

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Postby Charlia » Wed Mar 16, 2016 6:46 am

MightyQuinn wrote:
Irregular Occurrences Application

(Image)


Name: Agnes MacAvity.

Alias: The Starling.

Age: 23.

Sex: Female.

Biography: Agnes MacAvity was a young woman scorned. A member of a distinguished family of actors and actress, she was constantly being unfavorably compared to her elder brother and sister. The two older siblings had attained graceful movements that Agnes was never quite able to match and were generally put forward by the family for the auditioning of parts. Agnes did have other talents that did not impress the other members of the family. Her abilities in impressions and ventriloquism, while quite accurate, were looked upon as vulgar low showmanship by the family.

But the worst blow came when a handsome young gentleman, who actually had been interested in Agnes, fell under the spell of her sister, who dallied with him for some time and then tossed him aside. This treatment was too much for the young man and he left, never to see Agnes again.

Agnes revenged herself upon her sister by copying the writing of the young man and threatening to release very compromising information. This bit of extortion allowed Agnes to set herself up as a woman of independent means. Over time, she developed contacts in the criminal world and in high society.

Methodology: Confidence Artist, Extortionist and Information Broker.

Skills: Acting, Forgery, (Vocal) Impression, Ventriloquism,

Classification: Criminal

RP Example: New

Theme Song: The Laughing Song (1891) https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=youtube+the+laughing+song&view=detail&mid=38F2E1258B3C6548C01938F2E1258B3C6548C019&FORM=VIRE

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Postby Sonitusia » Wed Mar 16, 2016 7:03 am

I keep wondering why The Shadow Thief has such a deep interest in a girlish boy .w.
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Postby Mirakai » Wed Mar 16, 2016 7:14 am

Sonitusia wrote:I keep wondering why The Shadow Thief has such a deep interest in a girlish boy .w.

She has good taste
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Postby Charlia » Wed Mar 16, 2016 7:16 am

Sonitusia wrote:I keep wondering why The Shadow Thief has such a deep interest in a girlish boy .w.

Shadow Thief finds trap girl-boy-creature fascinating.
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Postby Abserdia » Wed Mar 16, 2016 7:22 am

Charlia wrote:
Sonitusia wrote:I keep wondering why The Shadow Thief has such a deep interest in a girlish boy .w.

Shadow Thief finds trap girl-boy-creature fascinating.

I do too.
But traps also makes me question my sexuality, so there's that.
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Postby Sindrya » Wed Mar 16, 2016 7:57 am

I got called by college seniors today, and forced to went through four hours worth of "trying to get to know them better". Was afraid that the IC wagon would be far away already. Was not. Am happy.

Abserdia wrote:
Charlia wrote:Shadow Thief finds trap girl-boy-creature fascinating.

I do too.
But traps also makes me question my sexuality, so there's that.


Men are always attracted to creatures with feminine features. So there's that.
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Postby Chicago Heights » Wed Mar 16, 2016 8:36 am

There shouldn't be transgender people in Victorian London, so there's that.
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Postby Abserdia » Wed Mar 16, 2016 8:38 am

Chicago Heights wrote:There shouldn't be transgender people in Victorian London, so there's that.

Despite that, we have like, 4 cross dressers. They don't give a...
(whispers "crap")
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Postby Chicago Heights » Wed Mar 16, 2016 8:40 am

Abserdia wrote:
Chicago Heights wrote:There shouldn't be transgender people in Victorian London, so there's that.

Despite that, we have like, 4 cross dressers. They don't give a...
(whispers "crap")

It honestly disturbs me.
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Postby Abserdia » Wed Mar 16, 2016 8:44 am

Chicago Heights wrote:
Abserdia wrote:Despite that, we have like, 4 cross dressers. They don't give a...
(whispers "crap")

It honestly disturbs me.

Well let's not get into politics. Instead, let's talk about freakin 221b.
You know, Sherlock's Holme.
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Postby Sindrya » Wed Mar 16, 2016 8:48 am

Abserdia wrote:
Chicago Heights wrote:It honestly disturbs me.

Well let's not get into politics. Instead, let's talk about freakin 221b.
You know, Sherlock's Holme.


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Sindrya wrote:
*muffled drums and cymbals in the distance*

Who has to change the light bulbs in 221b?
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