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THE DAME

Name: UTP

Age: 44 - 50

Pronouns: She/her

FC: Anika Noni Rose, Thandie Newton, Viola Davis (please note this character must be portrayed by black fc or biracial fc of black descent)

BIOGRAPHY

tw - weapons, anxiety, war, parental loss

She was born with the world at her feet. The eldest of a family of daughters, with no son to inherit the family riches, the burden of inheritance fell to her. It brought her many privileges in her life, and she had every intention of grasping every opportunity with both hands. She had plans for a future that lit a fire in her belly, dreams of becoming an architect, establishing a legacy of her own apart from her illustrious family name. Her kin had made a name for themselves during the Napoleonic Wars manufacturing weapons. As a child, she never really thought about the source of the family wealth much. It wasn’t until both her parents, and all three of her younger siblings were killed in a freak accident did she really begin to think about it. The more she pondered on what had happened, the more she realised there was only one conclusion: A curse upon the money with which they had built their lives. It made a certain sort of sense. While they profited on the sales of their good, many had perished on the other end of them. It wasn’t right, not by a long shot. Throughout her life, there had been plenty of strange and unusual occurrences, too much bad luck for it to be purely coincidental. Whatever jinx had been put on her name, she grew more terrified by the day, to the point where she was constantly looking over her shoulder, always assessing her surroundings for signs of danger. She couldn’t live like this - she had to act, to do something to put her worrisome mind to rest. She knew she couldn’t hide forever, but neither was she ready to succumb to the curse that followed her. And so, she rolled up her sleeves, retreating into a home she had purchased in the centre of the city, and she began to build. To an outsider, there was no logic to her blueprints. They were a mess, a twisted warren of rooms and corridors, tunnels and doors to nowhere. To her, though, they made perfect sense, everything designed meticulously rather than the random jumble it appeared to be. She’d chosen it this way for one reason alone. The dead could roam her halls for eternity, as the dead are wont to do, but they would never find her. Instead, they would become lost and bewildered, their prize always out of reach. It wasn’t supposed to go on forever, but once the last nail was hammered, the last lick of paint dry, peace didn’t come. And so she carried on. Knocking down, rebuilding, rearranging and redecorating, her work is never done. 

THE GHOST

It stumbles blindly through the maze of her manor, her goal of confusing any spectres looking for her achieved. It seeks her desperately, but despite catching a whiff of her perfume here, a candle still smoking from being hastily snuffed out there, it can never quite catch up to her. She is always one step ahead, and that’s alarming. In retaliation, they bang the walls in frustration, stamping their feet on the floors and making the very foundations of the house they’re trapped in creak and move. She may not want to reveal her presence, but they will certainly do everything in their power to make theirs known to her. Perhaps one day, it will work in their advantage, drawing the fox from it’s den and into their path.

CONNECTIONS

THE THESPIAN: If there is anybody who can take their mind off of their worries, it’s him. It started the very first night she clapped eyes on him upon the stage, his talent moving her to tears. Since then, they’ve become good friends, despite knowing he’d be far safer if she kept him at arms length. She only ever meets him in public places, only ever when the sun is in the sky and daylight is upon them. She dreads to think who else may join their little gatherings if they met under the cover of darkness.

THE BUTLER: He knows what it is to be ostracised. Since she began her project, society has begun to turn its back on her, dismissing her as a strange woman with strange obsessions. She knows that after the nightmare that was his last employer, he struggled to put the pieces of his life back together, and though she doesn’t keep any other household staff anymore, she reluctantly agreed to give him a chance. Since then, they’ve become more like brother and sister than employee and boss. He comes and goes as he pleases, and trusts her completely - and in turn, she trusts him back.

THE HATTER: She doesn’t have time for luxuries anymore, but his work is so utterly exquisite that she cannot help herself. He doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t treat her any differently, like so many in her life do now, and that’s what she likes most about him. He, too, has his secrets, an enigma she cannot unravel, even if she had the time to think about it. For now, she’s happy to keep up an easy acquaintanceship, though perhaps one day, her curiosity will overwhelm her, demanding that she learn more about the mysterious man.

THE THIEF: He’s been hanging around her home a lot lately, despite her attempts to warn him away. He’s too bold, and too charming, for his own good, and clever, too, but what he wants with her, The Dame just cannot fathom. Still, it’s nice to bask in his attentions every now and then, his easy charm reminding her of a time long since lost, long ago when the world was less complicated, and, slowly, she’s beginning to open herself up to him, laying the foundations of a friendship that’s she’s sure is a bad idea.

THE DAME IS OPEN FOR APPLICATIONS

#the dame #open #all

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THE CURATOR

Name: UTP

Age: 57 - 65

Pronouns: she/her

FC: Angela Bassett, Viola Davies (please note this character must be portrayed by a person of colour)

BIOGRAPHY

Some people were fascinated by death and the dead in a macabre, eerie way - but, not her. From an early age, she loved history ; history books in particular. There was something so undeniably sad and tragic, almost heartbreaking, about the ancient tribes and civilisations - not necessarily Egypt, or Greece, or Rome. What of the Etruscans, what of Scits and old Normans, Phoenicians and the Punts? Yes, there’s always been something so horrifyingly heartbreaking about those long dead - and long forgotten. She couldn’t really pinpoint the exact moment when she looked to her mother and said she wanted to attend university, with a degree in archaeology, and explore the world - unraveling the secrets of the dead in the process. But, things seldom go according to plan - she did end up with a PhD in Archaeology and a few thesis concerning the location of the land of Punt, the Etruscans and another treatise about the Phoenicians. 

But, she did not get to travel around, nor did she get to truly dig into the mud, the sand, the grass or the riverbend - when a prestigious position as the curator of the museum opened up, her professors recommended her for the job ; and after a successful interview, she was accepted with honours, allowed to personally catalogue, translate, date and store any and all artifacts which come into the museum. At first, she was sceptical about it - scared that she might not really be the best option for the job, due to her lack of experience, but after a while, the job turned into a habit and she found herself thriving in it. Still, sometimes she would wistfully look at her colleagues who went and returned from the expedition, bringing along a string ( or more accurately whole caskets ) of mismatched objects, shattered vases and pottery, tablets ( both memorial and those erected in a person’s honour and glory ). They would smile at her, wiping dirt from their brow, chunk the items on her desk and bid her farewell until their next return.

As regretfully as she may look at the expedition’s team, she doesn’t really mind being cooped up in the museum all day, carefully dusting and cleaning the artifacts before she would copy any drawings, letters or insignia on them, and start describing and deciphering them. Sometimes, she would work overnight, since the museum closed its gate for visitors, and she wouldn’t be disturbed to lead a tour or two around the Antique section, telling tales ( often embellished and, very, tall as instructed by her superiors ) and reading far fetched stories that must’ve sounded fake to even the person writing them. But, that part of the job was quick to finish, and she’d return to resume her work in her office in the top floor of the building. As of recently, she’s started working overtime again, but there’s something eerie about the museum now, eerie about the antique and those millennia old dead who peacefully sleep in the glass coffins, instead of lead or bronze - and how can something that’s been disturbed by the living ever truly be at peace? She looks behind her shoulder now when she works in the dead of the night - and always she’s met with thin air behind her.

THE GHOST

It is quite intrigued by anyone who deals with those long dead, long buried and even longer forgotten - and the curator of the museum’s Antique section is one of the people it chose to follow. It doesn’t consider the visitations as haunting, not per se ; it enjoys watching her work, watching her catalogue things and taking care of them as if they’re her children. Perhaps, with its help, the curator could find out its name - and, perhaps, with her help… it will finally remember who and what it once was.

CONNECTIONS

THE PROFESSOR: There’s something eerie about them, something she can’t quite decipher, but she knows she’s not too comfortable in their presence. She admires their knowledge and their skill in dead languages, and when it comes to the professor’s work and her own, she doesn’t mind chatting with them - but, she also doesn’t want to call them her friend.

THE MUDLARK: She knows very well what his area of expertise is, but since he always manages to bring her back something of great value, she turns a blind eye to it. Putting all the mud aside, she is rather fond of the boy and doesn’t mind inviting him to stay for a cup of tea, while she examines the artifacts - and she always pays him more than a decent sum for his findings. 

THE GRAVE DIGGER: She doesn’t know where he gets the items, and she doesn't want to know, to be fair. What she doesn’t know can’t be held against her, but she does see the darkness behind the digger’s gaze and it makes her act out carefully around him. Still, he seems to be a decent company - if she can ignore the stench of rot which seems to follow him.

THE PSYCHOLOGIST: They are good friends, despite the fact that the other woman is a lot younger than her. The curator sometimes comes to her for advice, whether about her own mental state, or the valuable insight she might have about people long, long gone. 

THE PAINTER: She’s seen her around the museum a few times, since the woman likes to draw inspiration from the ancient civilisations, sketching sculptures, statues and pottery. Since the curator admires her skill, she’s asked her to draw a brochure for the museum’s Antiquity section - and it’s a job she’s happy to pay her for.

THE CURATOR IS OPEN FOR APPLICATIONS

#the curator #open #all

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THE GOVERNESS

Name: UTP Age: 33 - 40 Pronouns: She/her FC SUGGESTIONS: Dichen Lachman, Frieda Pinto, Gemma Chan (please note this character must be portrayed by a person of colour)

BIOGRAPHY

tw- pregnancy, adoption

Education was always the pillar of her life. Her father was a notable academic, and her mother was a campaigner for opportunities for women, establishing her own schools and colleges primarily focused on young girls. It was important to them that their children followed in their footsteps, and so, regardless of gender, they treated them the same, granting them all the chance to be something great. Of her siblings, she was always the sharpest, the cleverest, the one who took most keenly to academia. It thrilled her parents, who looked upon her with glee. Whatever she would become in life, it was sure to be something special, a trailblazer for all of those who came after her. The standards they held her to were high, but somehow, she met them every time, always rising to every challenge, meeting every expectation head on.

But even the most careful of plans can fail. She was the last person anybody expected to fall prey to temptations of the flesh, but fall she did. She did not expect to be punished for it. In fact, the act was almost forgotten entirely for several months, until the tell-tale swelling of her stomach indicated that she had been left with more than memories. It was her mother who noticed the pregnancy, and for the first time in her nineteen years of life, she knew what it was to bear her parents' disappointment. In the months since they spent the night together, the father of the child had already wed another. She had no choice but to have the baby out of wedlock. And so, her parents formulated a plan. They would send her to a convent the countryside, a place where nobody knew her, to deliver the baby in secret. The child would taken care of by the nuns until they could find a home for them. After she had recovered from the birth, she would continue on to London, where her parents would secure her employment as a governess. Once she was there, she was not to contact them again.

It was only three months after the birth that she arrived at her new home. In a cruel twist of fate, her employers had a child of their own, the same age and gender as hers. The first few months were tricky, but then, she learned how to steel her heart against the world. She reinvented herself perfectly, becoming cold and bitter, protecting herself from the pain that threatened to overtake her heart. Within her charges, she has a reputation for being formidable, but amongst those seeking an educator for their children, she is known as a paragon of virtue - quite what they would think should her secret be revealed, she hopes she never finds out.

THE GHOST

She isn't quite as buttoned up as she makes out, the stern little governess. What she is, however, is a challenge. They haven't quite figured out how to crack her, yet. In fact, she seems utterly unflappable, almost welcoming the darkness that seeps over her when they enter the room, barely reacting to their tricks. Where turning out the lights, turning the room cold, knocking on her bedroom door at night has not worked, it's resorted to more drastic measures. It appears now in her reflection, distorting her face into something far more sinister - though whether she has noticed, or dismissing it as a trick of the light, remains to be seen.

CONNECTIONS

THE PRIEST: He's one of the few people who's just as sharp as she is, and over the last few years, his guidance in the ways of The Lord has helped steer her onto a new path. She takes great comfort in him, but she doesn't trust him. Some of the things he believes in go way past the realm of religion, dabbling in matters that contravene science itself. It goes completely against everything she's ever known, and she watches him with a wary eye, unsure how far he'll take his obsession.

THE REBEL: He was one of her charges for a time, and whilst he was a clever boy, he was far too wilful, insolent, even - all too eager to throw away everything he had ever known. He took his charmed life for granted, and that angers her to her very core. She's noticed him around, and while she hasn't said anything to anybody yet, allowing him to keep his secrets and play his games for the moment, she can't deny that she takes pleasure in the way he squirms when they are around one another, waiting to see if he can trust her.

THE DOCTOR: He knows her secret - and he hasn't been shy about holding it over her head. She isn't sure how he found out about her child, but somehow, he did. She will do anything to keep it under wraps, and he knows it, using it as an item of blackmail to get what he wants. So far, it's been small favours, acting as the go-between in shady deals that normally, she would not hesitate to take straight to the police. However, he's been asking more and more of her of late, and she's close to telling him exactly where to go.

THE PIANIST: There isn't much that cracks her icy veneer these days, but when he plays, she can feel something inside her stirring that she once thought she had sealed off for good. She hates how emotional, how vulnerable he makes her feel, but unfortunately, it's something she can't avoid, her current employer being his main benefactor. You can sense a sadness in him that is akin to something you felt, once, but you aren't sure if delving deeper into what ails him will reveal too much about your own past.

THE GOVERNESS IS OPEN FOR APPLICATIONS

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THE LAMPLIGHTER

Name: UTP

Age: 19 - 24

Pronouns: She/her

FC: Erin Kellyman, Crystal Clarke, Madison Bailey (please note this character must be portrayed by black fc or biracial fc of black descent)

BIOGRAPHY

She’s always had a good heart. It is usually the first thing people notice about her - her compassion and her kindness shining out of her, bathing everyone in her warmth. It’s a cold, harsh world, but looking at her, you’d almost forget that. Her childhood wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t unremarkable. Her mother died when she was a child, leaving a gaggle of younger siblings to take care of. Her father was one of the city’s lamplighters, out all night and asleep all day, leaving little time for bringing up children, and so it fell on her, as the eldest of the brood, to pull her weight and keep the family united. For most little girls, it would have been a daunting task, but she was always the responsible type, only too happy to help with anything asked of her with a smile upon her face.

When her father was injured in an accident, no longer able to traverse the streets and carry out the job he had done for all of his life, she didn’t bat an eye before picking up his lamplighter stick, taking to the pavement herself and becoming the main breadwinner of the family. Until he was better, she would do the job for him. It was only supposed to be a temporary solution, but weeks turned into months, months into years, and it became clear her father would never be the same again. Still, her spirits remained undampened - on the outside, at least. It may not have been the life she dreamed of for herself, but she knows she’s luckier than most to have work at all. She’s found she doesn’t mind the city at night. When the streets are empty, it feels like hers, like she is queen of her own realm, and who could ever ask for more than that?

She’s never felt unsafe in London, not even in the East End. As kind as she is, she’s certainly not soft. She’d be lying if she said that the recent murders hadn’t chilled her to the bone, though. It’s all too close to home, and she cannot help but worry for those she knows. On her rounds, she studies every face she comes across, worry clutching her heart that the next she hears of them, they’ll be the latest victim of another shocking crime. She’s been working longer and harder over the last few months, doing all she can to keep the streetlamps alight. The fewer shadows there are for evil to lurk in, the less chance there will be of another name becoming a headline.

THE GHOST

She brings light to the city, but they want to see it plunged into darkness. For that, they hate her, fixating on her as though her enemy. They know she feels their presence. Their eyes gleam yellow in the dark, hidden behind the fog created by her wretched gas lamps, and they sneer as she climbs her ladder to illuminate the streets that were once theirs to roam as they pleased. They take great pleasure in snuffing out the light, waiting until she is back on cobbled streets before doing so and suppressing a laugh as she glances up in alarm. They desire nothing more than to be rid of her, and as they bide their time, gathering enough strength to finally put The Lamplighter out of commission for good, they plot ever more creative ways of ridding themselves of her.

CONNECTIONS

THE GRAVE DIGGER: Like her, he’s one of the city’s ghosts, coming out when the sky grows dark. She’s far too used to her own company, and it makes a nice change to bump into somebody new. Over time, they’ve built a sort of friendship, despite making an unlikely pair. She knows he worries for her, despite her cheerful assurances that she can take care of herself. If she thought a little harder, she might wonder why there is always fresh dirt under his fingernails, or where his new-found wealth came from, but she’s always been loyal to those she considers a friend. For now, she is blinded by her liking for him, and eager to get to know him better.

THE JOURNALIST: Since the rash of murders that have taken place in Whitechapel, the journalist has been popping up all over the place. She admires their determination in cracking the case, but The Lamplighter can’t help but feel like they’re looking in the wrong places. The Journalist has been asking her a lot of questions about what she may have seen during her shifts, but so far, The Lamplighter has had little to report. She’s never quite met anybody like her before, and that intrigues them. Now, when she’s working, she keeps her eyes peeled for any sort of clue, hoping to be able to give the other woman something she can use, and perhaps make her into a friend.

THE UNDERTAKER: She knows most see them as a macabre, and certainly,  they would have to be to willingly spend so much time on the business of death. The very thought of it sends a shiver down her spine, however, her experiences of them have been nothing but positive. They may be a little on the odd side, but whenever she walks past their establishment, on the many nights they’re still awake late into the night, they always come out to share words of greeting, even offering her food and drink on occasion. It’s more than most do, and she can’t help but wonder if perhaps they are lonelier than they let on.

THE PHOTOGRAPHER: Despite her willingness to see the good in everyone she meets, she isn’t blind to the fact that most people are forced to look out for themselves. In her own life, it made her tough, but not unkind. Unlike her, it seems he has not yet learned that lesson. He’s a little too trusting, too open, and she’s seen him being taken advantage of at the market one too many times. She’s taken him under her wing, trying to teach him about the people he is so desperately trying to document, but it seems like his own upbringing is too far removed for him to truly get it. Still, she finds him funny, and his work is utterly fascinating, so as long as he’s hanging around, he’s got an ally in her.

THE LAMPLIGHTER IS OPEN FOR APPLICATIONS

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THE ILLUSIONIST

Name: UTP

Age: 32 - 39

Pronouns: She/her

FC Suggestions: Claudia Kim, Kim Min-hee, Adeline Rudolph (please note this character must be portrayed by a FC of Korean descent)

BIOGRAPHY

All children believe in fairy tales and magic - all children should. Such tales have been an escape from harsh reality, something like a safe harbour to those introverted, quiet ones who never quite fit anywhere - but, to her they were a burden. At first, she loved them - she loved how it trained her intelligence, solving puzzles and riddles ; the feeling of pride and happiness that would wash over her at every solved mystery was a feeling she adored. But, some fairy tales were dark, and villains did not exist solely in stories, as she’d come to learn. Her father was obsessed with mysteries - with fortunes, to be more precise. He was one of those poor souls who craved the knowledge of what the future has in store for him and the family - and he squandered their entire fortune in attempting to glimpse beyond the material world.

From a decently standing family with a house and steady work, they were cast out into the street when her father  lost his job, unable to focus on anything beyond the mysteries of life and death, of future and eternity. Her mother took up another job, and another, to support them, and once she grew enough to earn a decent coin herself, she helped. It was around that time, while she watched her father descend into madness and squander every penny her mother earned, that she started to despise anything even remotely tied to the occult - especially fortune telling. Knowing them to be nothing more than a prettily wrapped up lie, she’s made it her life’s mission to find and destroy every fraud tainting the hearts and the minds of good, hard working people ; like her father was, before the villains got to him. 

Jobs were scarce, but life was riddled with irony and whatever force governed people and their actions, it soon threw her into a circus. She certainly appreciated the amusement behind it - but, at least her fellow performers in the circus didn’t pretend to be genuine ; their masks were visible and exaggerated, and for the right price she agreed to put her sharp mind to good use - crafting illusions and telling riddles to the audience. The circus enabled her to make a name of herself, to travel and see the world, but when she reached her twenties she grew out of it, amicably parting ways with the rest of the members. She works alone now, dazzling crowd after crowd with daring feats that leave them on the edge of their seats. Her favourite is escapology. It seems much more honest than parlour tricks and optical illusions. Over the last few years, she’s been living by herself, putting her skill to a much better use - unmasking and wrecking the lies and reputations of countless frauds, preying on the unsuspecting, gullible citizens - but, while she scoffs and growls at any possibility of a metaphysical world existing, she can’t deny that there is something undeniably dark stirring in the corners of London ; something not even she can explain.

THE GHOST

It loves to haunt her - her, the eternal sceptic, the sarcastic girl with the sharp eyes and scowl upon her face. The fact that she’s dedicated in unmasking the occult is infinitely hilarious, especially since she can’t even feel it’s wide, Cheshire grin, filled with sharp, needle thin teeth. It watches her, pale eyes following her every movement and waiting for an opportune moment to embarrass her - perhaps move a glass away from her… or perhaps short circuit all the lights in her house when it’s of the least convenience to her.

CONNECTIONS

THE FRAUD: She knows what they want from her ; help - help in achieving glory and recognition with the help of her tricks - and unmasking of the frauds that traipse the world. She’s aware of what they are - of their gifts being nothing more than a stage trick, but at least they do not pretend to be high and mighty, unlike the rest of the liars around them. If she had to put a label on their relationship, she’d call them a friend.

THE BELIEVER: They like her - follow her around like a lost dog, a lost cause, in utter admiration of the shows she stages. Try as she might to explain the method behind her tricks, he seems determined to believe the opposite, to see magic when it isn’t truly there. She’s read a few of their stories, but she’s not really impressed by any of it - it’s not on them, though ; she’s rarely impressed by anything. Their mysteries are a little far fetched and she’s of the impression that anyone with at least half a brain could sort through their riddles - but, seeing how the public is simply eating up their tales, she’s begun to feel like she’s giving the intelligence of the common people a lot more credit than they deserve.

THE ALCHEMIST: She’s met the other woman a couple of times, mostly when she was picking up liquids she used to debunk a few tricks. The alchemist is her go-to whenever she needs a concoction or an advice, but she’s aware the woman’s got a lot more going on behind her friendly smile than she lets on. If she’s honest, she’d admit that there’s something a little intimidating about the alchemist - despite the fact that she enjoys her company tremendously.

THE HATTER: They are, for a lack of better word, absolutely terrifying. He doesn’t know what it is about them that rubs her the wrong way, but there’s something undeniably eerie about them. She visits them when she needs a new hat for a performance and there’s this strange spark in their dark eyes that makes her feel like they could devour her with nothing more than a simple, sharp smile.

THE ILLUSIONIST IS OPEN FOR APPLICATIONS

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Hello, all! 

First of all, I want to apologise for being unable to stick to the reopening schedule. Due to unforeseen circumstances, this just wasn’t possible for the admin team. However, we are still committed to Séance, and getting things back up and running! 

For current members, we will be reaching out privately to check your circumstances, so we can plan for the reopening event accordingly. We do have something really exciting planned, and can’t wait to show it to you. 

For anybody looking to apply (or those looking for a second character - we see you!), the revised reopening schedule is below. Ultimately, we can’t roll these out as speedily as we would like, but if you are interested in any particular skeleton, please let us know! We are accepting asks and apps, and the dash is open for interaction for anybody who wishes to write, though activity will not be mandatory until our next event. 

Thanks again for everyone’s patience!

May 1st - The Illusionist, The Lamplighter, The Governess

May 2nd - The Curator, The Dame, The Doctor

May 3rd - The Pianist, The Grave Digger, The Barmaid

May 4th - The Painter, The Rebel, The Songbird

May 5th - The Dancer, The Photographer, The Alchemist

May 6th - The Fence, The Sailor, The Butler

May 7th - The Mudlark, The Poet, The Thespian

May 8th - The Psychologist, The Warden

May 9th - The Professor, The Priest

May 10th - The Politician

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THE PEELER

Name: UTP

Age: 27 - 35

Pronouns: he/him

FC Suggestions: Masaki Okada, Sen Mitsuji, Kentaro Sakaguchi  (please note this character must be portrayed by a FC of Japanese descent)

BIOGRAPHY

Justice - it is such a powerful word, awe inspiring for those who are good and kind, and fear inducing to those with rotten souls, and the blackest of hearts. Coming from a family of policemen, justice has been deeply rooted in his soul from an early age ; never too far from his mind, governing all of his actions. Treat others the way you want to be treated - with kindness and a warm word, his father would say after coming home from his duty. He took his father’s words to heart, clinging to them even in the darkest of hours. He could see the other children quickly turning from innocent to malice, if only to survive such cruel surroundings, but he thought of himself as strong and righteous, and his faith in his own kind heart never wavered. Perhaps it truly was the strength of his character, or perhaps it was his father’s continuous, benevolent influence - if the constable could remain kind and gentle after witnessing countless monstrosities, then so could he.

The call of the police station worked as a siren’s song to him, drawing him in - not only to continue his father’s and grandfather’s legacy, but to give him that small edge of adrenaline and excitement he felt whenever he listened to his father’s “adventures” at work. Helping others rewarded him emotionally - and often he draws strength from such encounters ; small acts of kindness displayed towards a fellow human. But, he is not without ambition - the second detective in the station has grown old and rigid, inflexible and backward in his way of thinking, and soon, the peeler began to wonder if his own intellect could prove to be best suited for the job ; once the position opens.

He hates this case - with every fibre of his being he wants to find the monster responsible for so many murders ; so many innocent lives extinguished in such horrifying ways. Ever since he’s found her body, the peeler took this case as a personal grudge - vowing vendetta against the demon committing such acts. All his thoughts are directed towards it - consuming his nights, seeping into his dreams and twisting it into nightmares. He is struggling to keep a positive mindset, to keep the insomnia and shadows at bay, but with each new body, it’s proving to be harder and harder to cling to his kindness - every time he sees another, he remembers her ; remembers how he found her, the image of it flashing vividly in his mind as if she’s right in front of him. He now dreads going to sleep, hesitates to be alone, reluctant to return to the cold darkness of his flat.

THE GHOST

It is the breath of air against the nape of his neck. The subtle sensation of eyes in the watchful hours when he comes back home after a shift, a faint taste of liquor still coating his tongue. It appears, always, when his defences are down, when he is tipsy or overly drained from work. It looks like a shadow - darkness condensed in the corner of the room ; a blink of his eye and it’s gone. Slowly, it drives him to the brink of insanity, and it’s exactly what it wants - for in his presence, no innocence can remain uncorrupted.

CONNECTIONS

THE DETECTIVE: She is not only a mentor, but a close friend, a drinking buddy and, sometimes, an unsolicited therapist - and it’s a favour he happily returns. She’s aware of his ambition to become the second detective and he appreciates all the help he gets from her advice and tutelage. The murders are putting them both into quite a dark mindset, but their friendship serves to remind him that not all of humanity is rotten.

THE MEDIUM: She is something else. He’s been in contact with quite a few mediums, crossing paths with them during his routine checks, but she’s the only one who seems genuine in her work. He enjoys talking to her and often drops by for a conversation or two while patrolling the streets. He’s aware that the detective is talking to a medium, and it seems like a good idea - even if he doesn’t really believe in the spirit world, he can’t deny that there are some strange things about the case - and that’s why he’s asked her to work with him ; but, she still refuses to give him a concrete answers which both entices him and annoys him to no end.

THE DOCTOR: He is someone the peeler works with whenever there’s a body, and his medical insight has proved to be of crucial help in profiling the murderer. Still, while he does admire the doctor, he’s a little uncertain about him, a little wary in his presence - and he can’t quite explain why. The doctor is pleasant and helpful, but there’s something behind the pale eyes that reminds him of cold, deadly ice, and he simply can’t shake off the feeling that the man is a lot more complex than he seems.

THE REBEL: He’s caught him in his shenanigans more than once, and every time the man charmed his way out of being arrested. He is incredibly annoyed, and exasperated, by the young rebel, but his transgressions are, so far, innocent and attention-seeking. The rebel behaves like a child and while he rolls his eyes at him, he always lets him go - but, if he sees him doing any unsavoury things he will not hesitate to apprehend him.

THE VIGILANTE: He’s known her since she first arrived in the city, and for a while, they were friends. The two of them share similar ideals, a thirst for justice that brought them together in their youth, but where they differ intensely is in the methodology. Whilst The Peeler looked to the law to bring justice to those who need it most, The vigilante has other plans, leading to a fracture in their relationship and intense arguments between the two. As much as he misses her, he’s not sure a reconciliation is at all possible at this point. 

THE PEELER IS OPEN FOR APPLICATIONS

#the peeler #open #all

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THE INVENTOR

Name: Kai Lei

Age: 29

Pronouns: He/Him

FC: Lewis Tan

BIOGRAPHY

tw - death

Growing up, he often thought it fortunate that he was a younger son. His temperament was never quite suited for business, nor the military, and brilliant as he undoubtedly was, he never excelled in academics, either. It was sheer luck that gifted him with elder brothers more than willing to take up roles within the family business, leaving him quite free to pursue the interests that actually excited him. And so, he retreated into a world of his own creation, the gentle whir of machinery became something akin to a lullaby, a comfort from the world he had isolated himself from. It became very apparent very early on that he had a particular knack for inventions, for building clockwork mechanisms out of nothing. It became a point of pride for his loving family, delighting in each and every one of his creations.

The creative child became an eccentric adult. Whilst his family were long used to, and accepting of, his peculiarities, it wasn't something that the world outside of his home was particularly understanding of. It would have been easy to become a recluse, to close himself off from those who would never see who he truly was, but that was never his way. He might have been an oddball, but he was far from a recluse. And so, with the backing of his family, he struck out on his own, setting up his own small shop. It was fortunate that he didn't need the money, for there was never much of a market for his particular brand of invention, but it drew the curious through his doors, and even if sales were rare, there was already something to talk to.

His happiness, however, was short lived. One by one, his brothers fell, each under circumstances more mysterious than the last, and all of a sudden, the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He was born into a world of wealth and titles, but it was never for him, not one that he understands, and he cannot help but feel out of his depth, more cut off than ever from his true passions. He was out of his depth, and the only people who he could turn to for advice, the brothers who had kept him protected from the complications of the family business, were all dead and buried in a neat row inside the family crypt. It was quite by accident that the idea to invent something that would allow communication with the nether realm sprung forth, spurred on by a chance encounter with a spiritualist at a dinner party. However, it's a plan he is beginning to regret, his tinkering seemingly disturbing something far darker than he intended - and far more dangerous.

THE GHOST

It was The Inventor who first made contact, dabbling with that which he did not understand in search of answers to his questions. If only he had let the dead rest, he would not have awakened anything at all, would have lived his life thinking spiritual happenings were utter nonsense, but he never did know when to leave something alone. Now, he is plagued by something that delights in his discomfort, and his workshop is the ultimate playground for such a creature. He's seen clockwork automatons come to life unbidden, things that should be still moving on their own, and what could previously be described as a mechanical malfunction is far too frequent to be a coincidence, unable to be ignored.

CONNECTIONS

THE POLITICIAN: He was close to your eldest brother, the two of them thick and thieves when they entered the realm of politics at the same time. The Inventor once considered him part of the family himself, and whilst he still considers the man to be a family friend, he cannot deny he has seen a change in him. He thought it was down to grief, the loss of his friend weighing on him as heavily as the the loss of a brother hangs over The Inventor, but if he's being honest with himself, the alteration in his behaviour started way before the deaths occurred. The Inventor wonders if The Politician knows more than he lets on.

THE ASSASSIN: They met a short while before the death of his eldest brother, and at the time, he thought he had found a true friend in her. However, since his life has been marred in tragedy, she has all but disappeared from his life. Far from being the shoulder to cry on that he thought she would be, she treats him frostily now, making it clear that she has little interest in spending time with him anymore. He's been left confused and upset by such treatment, wondering if he's done anything to upset her.

THE PHOTOGRAPHER: It was he who took the final photos of The Inventor's brothers, and since then, they've struck up a strange sort of friendship. He's even started working on a smaller, more compact camera for him, dedicating his time and energy to making The Photographer's life a little easier. The Inventor would be lying if he said he didn't have ulterior motives, though. As much as he enjoys The Photographer's company, The Inventor has been wondering if, together, they can create a contraption that can actually capture a spirit in print. He's yet to propose the idea, but it is one that he cannot quite push from his mind.

THE FRAUD: It was they who granted him his first brush with spiritualism, sparking his interest in creating something that could communicate with the dead. Since then, he's visited them more than once, regarding them as something of a spiritual advisor of sorts. They are more than happy to provide him with advice, for a price, and seem interested in what he is doing. As a man of science, he began his endeavours more than a little bit cynical of their cryptic predictions. However, recent events have him leaning on them more than ever, and their visits to their establishment are growing  more and more frequent.

THE INVENTOR IS PLAYED BY LIV

#the inventor #taken #all

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Apologies for the delay in posting bios, we will be releasing the reviewed schedule tomorrow in order to get back on track. Thank you for your patience!

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THE FRAUD

Name: UTP

Age: 22 - 27

Pronouns: They/Them

FC Suggestions: Tati Gabrielle, Madeleine Madden, Amandla Stenberg (please note this character must be portrayed by a person of colour)

BIOGRAPHY

tw - parental loss

They were born with an uncertain breath in their lungs and their parents were led to believe they would not last until morning. But, morning came, and another, and another, and after a week their breath grew steady, their will to cling to life a miracle their mother prayed for in the watchful hours of the night, proving that sometimes Providence did listen - or whichever god watched over them. Starting their life in such an uncertain manner did not make them meek, much to everyone’s chagrin ; instead, it made them wild, vivacious, in constant pursuit of happiness and pleasure, all those things that, ultimately, made life worth living. They were friendly and lively, running around with children both younger and older than them, making friends wherever they went, their natural charisma drawing others like moths were drawn to an open flame.

Their father was a sailor, and every time he would set sail, they couldn’t be sure they would ever see him again, and a dreadful feeling would rise in them whenever they would see their father board the ship. They were intuitive, perhaps all creatures that had once tasted the proximity of death, lingering between the two worlds, no matter how briefly, had a heightened sense of intuition - but, when their father said his usual goodbyes before going on board, they knew they would never see him again. They didn’t have the time to mourn; they had to find a job - and fast - to support both themselves and their mother. However, jobs were lacking and they weren’t educated in a specific field. It was a stroke of luck that one night, on their way home, they stumbled upon a  circus show - and a fortune teller, smiling softly while she flipped the cards in front of her. Immediately, their curiosity was piqued and they lingered until the end of the performance, watching how eagerly people gave away coin to know just a little more about what future holds for them or their loved ones. That night sealed their fate. Naturally perceptive and charismatic, this was something they could do, and they didn’t need a tarot deck to read fortunes - they could easily guess and weave their so-called prophecies by merely looking at the person in front of them.

Ever since that fateful night they’ve made a name out of themselves, mimicking that soft, inviting smile while they spun lies and deceit, giving their customers exactly what they wanted, springing out Pythian prophecies that could be interpreted however one wanted to view them. It was a fool proof plan - no one could yell at them or expose them as a fraud, if they failed to understand the reading for themselves. But, there is something dark in the world, something sinister falling over London like a deadly veil. They can feel it, but it is something they can’t decipher on their own and for the first time since they’ve started their fortune telling, they’re starting to feel like they might’ve gotten in over their head.

THE GHOST

It’s certainly amused. The little fortune teller is a charlatan, dabbing in things they don’t understand and it watches them with a razor sharp grin on its pale, pale face. They cannot feel it yet, they cannot feel the presence standing in the corner of the room, watchful eyes trained upon their back at all times - but, they’ve started to feel something and it’s infinitely delighted by the careful, alarmed gaze in their eyes when they suddenly feel the brush of it’s fingers against their shoulder. It’s presence remains unknown, but it’s slowly starting to reveal itself - a touch here, a whisper there, and a finishing flourish, with a few things disappearing only to reappear somewhere else, is certainly starting to put them in a mood ; and if it had a voice, it would probably laugh at the apprehension on the fraud’s face.

CONNECTIONS

THE MEDIUM: She’s the real deal - they know it in their heart and their soul. There’s a part of them that scoffs and mocks the occult, but it’s their own fear of it that makes them approach her. They started their friendship with her by annoying the living daylight out of the medium - but, what started as annoyance and mockery, turned into mentorship. They are too proud to accept her help, but they know that every time she dares them to do something, they end up listening to her advice. Perhaps, in time, their stubbornness would relent long enough for them to truly seek help from the woman, help in deciphering just what in God’s name the cards are trying to tell them.

THE DETECTIVE: Their reputation preceded them far enough to warrant a detective’s attention and it leaves them a little mortified. She’s smart and perceptive and they fear she will learn the truth of their readings, learn that they’re nothing but a charlatan, dabbling in things they don’t truly understand. But, the detective found them and offered them a steady income if they work with her on solving the latest gruesome case. They are horrified by the case, but they’ve already agreed to her terms and they’re too proud to back down now.

THE ILLUSIONIST: She is breath taking and awe inspiring, and they are completely captivated by her performance. They’ve met in another circus, where she was a guest act, and ever since they can’t seem to get her out of their head. The skill she displays in creating illusions and seemingly dangerous occasions leaves them wanting to know more, to learn more - and often they wonder if, perhaps, the two of them could start their own circus ; with her as the performer and them as the fortune teller.

THE ACTRESS: She’s a delight and quite possibly their only true friend. She came for a reading once, or twice, and she’s the only person whose fortunes they told in quite a precise manner - and consecutively so. The actress brought them a thank you present after the second reading and ever since they’ve struck an easy, lively friendship which reminds them of their childhood friends and a leisurely time long gone now.

THE INVENTOR: They aren’t sure if he'll be able to achieve his goals, but their occasional visits have become far more regular - and his disposition far more agitated. They know there's something on his mind. It's evident in the way he moves, and the way he hands on their every move. They're interested - if they can find a way to truly communicate with the dead, it will certainly make their job a lot easier. However, they're also slightly worried. If he succeeds, will they even had a job at all? 

THE FRAUD IS OPEN FOR APPLICATIONS

#the fraud #open #all

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THE BELIEVER

Name: UTP

Age: 31 - 38

Pronouns: They/them

FC Suggestions: Sam Claflin, Asia Kate Dillon, Dev Patel

BIOGRAPHY

They’ve always liked stories - liked inventing things in their head, spinning tales and narratives that perfectly painted their world. Deemed eccentric from an early age, they never quite fit with their peers, and so they buried themselves in their studies. Education was a stepping stone for an imaginative mind like theirs, but it’s never been easy for them to focus on just the one thing, and they never truly excelled from one particular subject - in fact, they loved knowing a little bit about everything. Appearing much smarter than they are, they were known for their curiosity - always questioning things, always wanting to know about what was going on around them. That knowledge served them perfectly once they started to pen down the stories living in their head, countless formless and lifeless people floating in their mind, waiting for them to bring their stories to life.

Venturing outside, they muddled in everything - like butter, shimmying their way into the lives and hearts of others so that they can learn, so that they can steal their personal experiences and write them down, thus making them immortal. They wanted to write crime stories, but while their tutors taught them medicine, anatomy, basic biology and chemistry, they didn’t really know much about the mind of the crime - an anatomy of murder, if you’d like. Wondering where they could get that specific information, they once again boasted their natural charisma and wiggled their way into the police station, treading along the policemen doing their duty in solving crimes - but, soon, they got bored of it, lacking the adrenaline of a good mystery or a grisly horror. But, opportunities arise when one least expects them and soon, they came to regret wishing for a more exciting case to work on with the police.

The murders took everyone by surprise and being one of the rare ones to truly see the bodies, they were absolutely horrified - and gone was their artistic romanticisation of it, their aestheticism tinted glasses and a brutal, horrifying reality settled. Now, they found themselves way too deep into the mystery to quit, especially once the case of it embedded into their brain - nightly, they see the horrors in front of their eyes whenever they go to sleep ; and to avoid the visions of the bodies, to avoid the stench of death and gore following their daily work, they turn to their friends, their closest allies to forget the deceased. They were never the one to truly believe in spirits, but they were always quick to believe in evidence - and even fabricated evidence could convince them of certain things. 

THE GHOST

It is so easy to spook them. So, so easy. The Believer used to think that the material world is the only thing in existence, but due to its subtle touch, they are starting to open up to the more… metaphysical aspect of it. It doesn’t really come off as a poltergeist, but it isn’t too far from being one, either - knocking things off the counter at opportune moments is a delight - but, death is boring when no one sees you and infinity of existence gets lonely when the only interaction you have is another living person’s horrified shrieks.

CONNECTIONS

THE ILLUSIONIST: She is a wonder and they can’t help but to follow her around, watching as she makes and unfolds mysteries. They are thinking of making her a character in their next book, someone beautiful and witty and deadly, but they are unsure if she’d like that - or appreciate the attention it may give her. They don’t understand how she manages to unmask illusions and rat out the frauds, but they’re more than excited to stick around and find out - if she’ll let them.

THE DETECTIVE: They’re way too deep in the police work to back out now, and how do they tell the detective that they know nothing of the mind of the killer? How do they say that they have no clue what they’re doing? They don’t, so they pivot and make backhanded suggestions, hoping the detective will not take them up on the offer to dig a little deeper into the mind of the Ripper. In truth, though, he’s in awe of her. She’s certainly serving as a muse of sorts, providing all sorts of material for his infamous novel series - and the public is lapping it up.

THE DANDY: They are the one third of the Artistic Trio - the loud one, the adventurous one, always stringing them along to whatever mischief they’ve concocted in their heads. They are close friends, often spending night in each other’s company, wine induced conversations about the meaning of life and the ideas that have been swirling in their heads for a long time.

THE POET: The second part of the Trio is the sarcastic, pessimistic member of the tight knit literary band of buffoons. He’s the one the Believer goes to when the absurdity of existence kicks in, comforted by the Poet’s unique and witty outlook on life and all things worth living. His novels and books are their favourite read and it would be a lie to say that sometimes they don’t draw inspiration from him.

THE PRIEST: His reputation proceeds him. The Believer’s unwavering certainty that the occult and supernatural happenings that have been occurring have drawn them to The Priest, and whilst they take some comfort in the protection of the man, they cannot help but feel apprehensive when he is near. His intensity burns bright, leaving them more than a little nervous when in his company. 

THE BELIEVER IS OPEN FOR APPLICATIONS

#the believer #open #all

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THE ASSASSIN

Name: Wen Yi

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/her

FC: Li Qin

BIOGRAPHY

tw - death ; tw - weapons

Being born a woman, in a predominately man’s world, meant she could never quite do what she wanted to do and having an older brother only emphasised on the differences between them; making her feel like she was betraying her own sex if she took her mother’s complicity lessons to be idle and tedious. She didn’t mind the duality within her - she liked sewing, and painting, perhaps even writing short stories, and reading the works of old philosophers, to keep her innate wit sharp … but she also liked all the things her brother was free to pursue ; archery and fencing, throwing knives and daggers. Sailing from a family who dealt in forging and selling weapons, both ancient replicas and in a more modern style, it was only natural that she would take a liking to the cold feeling of blade, the weight of steel welcome in her hand. 

She was very good with throwing daggers, but practicing on immovable, hollow targets was a useless lesson - especially when it came to moving targets and protecting the life of someone she’s loved the most - her brother. It was something that never should have happened, something that could have been avoided if only she was better trained. She tried to interfere, tried to save him, but her aim was off and she was scared to miss and hit him instead. By the time she managed to get to him, he was already gone. Something in her perception shifted that night, something changed and she felt her sanity fracturing. That night, she found herself moving out of the house she shared with her family, and settling into the house her brother had lived in. her parents thought she was mourning and it was a way to heal, and keep herself connected to him, but the truth was she was setting out a training room in his basement, her daggers sharpened and her resolve steeled.

The thoughts of revenge consumed her. So she trained, perfecting and honing her skill. All of her brother’s murderers have been… disposed of, his death was avenged. In doing so, she’s become too accustomed to the feeling of steel in her hands to let it go - and she found herself feeling nothing when she’d take the life of those who deserved it. Realising that people were ready to pay, frankly, absurd amount of money to have someone disappear, she found that becoming the shadow of the night was not that bad of a profession after all. During the day, she visited her parents, looked to learn more about weapons and manufacture, feigning ignorance and complicity, but, during the night the shadow emerged to work. Now, with the Ripper on the loose, the case has become something of an obsession of hers lately - she’s more than intent on stopping him (or it).

THE GHOST

Its claws are long and its charred skin makes it look like it’s made of darkness and shadows - a fitting ghost to haunt the Shadow. But, it’s also a nightmare - it is a breath of cold air against her temple while she’s asleep, the frosty breath on her lips and the feeling of spindly fingers dragged over her flesh until she wakes up with a scream upon her lips. She believes it’s her brother coming to haunt her, blaming her for not helping him on time ; but, the feeling is too eerie to be Zhang, and so she switches between thinking it’s him, or one of her victims. And it just lets her drive herself insane with the thoughts, doing all its work instead. She doesn’t let herself be spooked by the nightmares, writing them off as her guilt sparking up, but since she still keeps feeling things, she’s just deluding herself that she’s not being haunted - and the ghost is amused by her stubbornness. 

CONNECTIONS

THE VIGILANTE: She’s met the woman in a bar a few times, but she’s been a bit wary of her ever since she’s seen her stalk her target on the streets. Yi’s irked by the other, and she knows she’s being extra careful around her - which only makes the Shadow that much tense and distrustful of her, too. She knows the side she’s on - both the justice and the coin - but the other’s an enigma ; and she isn’t all that fond of dangerous riddles. Still, she won’t make a move on unless she’s threatened, and since the Vigilante doesn’t seem like she’ll fire at her any time soon, Yi refrains from playing with her dagger in her presence - though she does keep her fingers on her thigh, feeling the safety of the cool blade beneath her fingers.

THE POLITICIAN: He’s been her most generous employer in the past three years. It’s in her nature to take jobs on the side as well, but almost ninety percent of her hits have been commissioned by him. As a man of power, she doesn’t ask any questions that might compromise her relationship with him, and it does help her conscience - if she doesn’t know the details, she can’t be held accountable. She doesn’t trust him, but if he ever wants to throw her to the sharks when things inevitably go south, she knows she will not hesitate to drag him down with herself - and they both know it, which is why they’ve fallen into some sort of mutual body-guard positions. He keeps her identity and whereabouts safe, and in return she keeps him safe.

THE WARDEN: He works as some sort of a jailor, a policeman keeping watch over the prison cells. It seems like a dull job, so she often stops by to bring refreshments - but, she never does anything out of sheer sympathy ; the warden likes to chat with her, and he’s the perfect person to spill any news that might be crucial for her to know - after all, he spends the majority of his time listening on the prisoners’ conversations. Still, she rather enjoys his company and doesn’t really mind sharing a drink or two with him on his shift.

THE ALCHEMIST: When Zhang died, the Alchemist was the first person she went to, to give her a sleeping potion or a soothing tea ; anything to keep the sadness and despair away. From that day onward, she goes to her whenever she needs a tonic or two - whether it is to heal herself, or to give herself an additional, natural, boost of stamina. The woman has become something of a friend in the past six years and she loves catching up with her, sitting in her shop and chatting over a cup of tea - or something stronger.

THE INVENTOR: He was a friend - and a really damn good one - but then Zhang died and she was consumed by her rage and grief. The situation rendered her at a loss for words around him, but instead of attempting to communicate, she shut him out completely and vanished into thin air - her brother’s estate. She’s been thinking about him recently, especially after seeing him visit her employer once while she was hiding in the shadows, but she doesn’t know how to approach him ; how to talk to him or, better yet, how to apologise for her absence.

THE ASSASSIN IS TAKEN BY ADMIN EVA

#the assassin #taken #all

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THE VIGILANTE

Name: Araminta Morales

Age: 30

Pronouns: She/her

FC: Adria Arjona

BIOGRAPHY

tw: fire, murder, death, guns

For as long as she can remember, she has served as a protector. An elder daughter in a family of many, it was her natural role. When her younger siblings fell victim to the cruelties of other children,  she was always the first to step in, becoming acutely aware at a young age to the many injustices of the world. The family she came from travelled wherever work could be found. Time after time, they would pack up, undertake a long journey, and rebuild their lives again, facing the same challenges that came with starting over again and again. It was not an easy lifestyle, and she never quite grasped the prospect of fitting in. The older she got, the more she began to think this was no bad thing. Fitting in meant accepting a reality that, in her opinion, should be altered, meant giving up any hope for change. That was never her.  

Eventually, the family's travels brought them across the sea, settling in London and establishing themselves in the east of the city. Whilst they were not rich, and never had been, they were certainly well-known. Her parents were charitable, community-minded people with large hearts, always willing to give that which they had to whoever needed it. However, their kindness would not be repaid. With their newfound renown in their field, jealous eyes turned to look upon them with scorn. When the family home burned down, with her as the sole survivor, there was no list of suspects, of those who had a motive for razing their life to the ground. And yet, despite going to the police with her suspicions, she was left with a nagging feeling that her pleas for justice fell on deaf ears. After a cursory investigation, the case was closed, the death of all those she held dear deemed an accident. It wasn't enough.

The lack of support from those who were bound to protect those who needed it didn't just anger her - it lit a blazing rage in her belly, a distrust for any authority figure who wore a kind face, but did little to actually make things better. Those who had enjoyed her parents kindness, similarly, were nowhere to be found, offering little in the way of support for the young girl. And so, she took matters into her own hands. She had seen how truly cruel the world could be, and she would not stand by and allow it. Where the police stand idly by, doing little to defend their own communities, she is there, pistol in hand, exacting the vengeance she will never be able to achieve on her own. She is a silent guardian angel in the night, and London has never been more in need of her unwavering protection.

THE GHOST

It stalks behind her when night falls, it's jerking movements something akin to a bizarre dance. She's only ever glimpsed it out of the corner of her eye, but that was enough to terrify her, to send her running through the streets to the safety of home and hearth. It stretches its grasping hands to touch her, long, pointed nails sharp enough to draw blood, but when she turns, it is no longer there. It feels like they are playing a strange sort of game of cat and mouse with her - and she dreads to think of what may happen when it finally catches up to her.

CONNECTIONS

THE BARMAID: The two women are almost total opposites, but their bond remains strong. They're the best of friends, as close as sisters, and share a small home in Whitechapel. Both have occupations that draw them away from home at night, and The Vigilante would be lying if she said she didn't worry about The Barmaid when they aren't together, often dropping everything in order to meet them at The Britannia and escort them home at the end of their shift. They are the only family the other has, and that is something The Vigilante is desperate to hold on to.

THE ASSASSIN: She's long had her suspicions about the other woman. On more than one occasion, they've gone after a guilty party who has escaped justice, only to find them already deceased. They've been able to connect The Assassin to their deaths, but just what she's up to, The Vigilante isn't sure. It's impossible to tell who's side she is on, or whether she is simply on her own, and so The Vigilante is keeping a careful eye on her movements, and her finger on the trigger - just in case it's necessary.

THE PEELER: Once upon a time, the two were close. It feels like a time long ago, so long that The Vigilante hardly recognises the person she was back then. Bound by a passion for justice and a need to protect, they assumed their partnership was unbreakable, but life took them in drastically different directions. Whilst he pursues a career in the police force, she looks upon his choices with scorn, watching as he becomes a symbol of all that which she doesn't trust. It's been a while since they held a civil conversation, and as much as she misses him, she won't back down from what she believes in.

THE FENCE: Most visit him for help shifting stolen goods, or else to procure items that other traders might raise an eyebrow at, but she is in search of something far more precious - information. The Fence hears more than most, given the nature of the clientele that comes through his shop, and for the right price, can be persuaded to keep his ear to the ground, passing on anything that he thinks might be of use. As much as she doesn't like him, she cannot deny how important he is to her investigations.

THE VIGILANTE IS PLAYED BY ADMIN SHADE

#the vigilante #taken #all

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are you open for applications now or are they on pause until the new bios/etc are posted?

We are open now! You can apply at any time. 

#seancefaq #lsrpg #period rp #bio rp #supernatural rp #Anonymous

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Will all the revised skeletons be posted right away? and when might we see batch 2? Thanks! So excited to see them all!

I’m glad you’re excited! So by following this link, you will find the planned release schedule. 

#seancefaq #lsrpg #period rp #bio rp #historical rpg #supernatural rp #Anonymous

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In regards to an application, would it be best to wait until all of the biographies are posted/reposted before applying, to avoid any discrepancies?

So for the biographies from batch one we’re updating, the only changes we will be making is shortening them to allow greater freedom for applicants and adding in alternate face claims, so you’re absolutely free to apply whenever you are ready and do not need to wait! Additionally, if we accept an app for an existing bio, we probably not release the updated version.  TLDR: feel free to submit whenever is right for you! 

#seancefaq #lsrpg #period rp #bio rp #historical rp #supernatural rpg #Anonymous

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Hello All!  We hope all of our current members have had a lovely break, and are ready to rejoin us when the time comes! If you haven’t already, please take a moment to respond to the interest check on the Discord. 

We are on track to reopen on Friday, April 16th, as planned.  We will be opening on an event, and releasing both new bios, and revisions to our open skeletons simultaneously. For anybody interested in applying, under the cut is the planned schedule for release. 

We are so excited to dive back into the world of Séance, and can’t wait for what is to come! I know we say this a lot, but a huge thank you to every single one of our members who have made this such a fantastic experience. 

See you soon! 

April 16th - The Vigilante (taken), The Assassin (taken), The Fraud, The Believer

April 23rd - The Barmaid, The Pianist, The Songbird, The Sailor, The Inventor (taken), The Peeler

April 24th - The Fence, The Painter, The Doctor, The Grave Digger, The Governess, The Illusionist

April 25th - The Politician (taken), The Curator, The Rebel, The Dancer, The Mudlark, The Lamplighter

April 26th - The Psychologist, The Warden, The Photographer, The Alchemist, The Professor, The Dame

April 27th - The Priest, The Poet, The Butler, The Thespian

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