Both the disappearances of Marco and Eva on the same night made Wilson suspect that something much bigger that a cat-and-mouse game was on. Had Marco found out that he was being tailed? Or was he now being chased by the roots of the establishment as well? Was Eva in hiding with him, or had something else happened to her? Did Zabrinski have anything to do with that?
Enzo kept his eyes and ears open for a sniff about Zabrinski. He couldn’t go too close to anyone concerned because if he was caught, the whole track-down would be jeopardised. He carried on posing as a driver in the gang quarters and occasionally heard mentions of the nightclub and that Eva was still being looked for. There were a few snippets he got around to which brought Francesco back in the frame. Francesco had been away for some time now, sending Marco for all the transactions. But though he had cleared off the frame for a while, he had now re-appeared. He hadn’t been seen, but he was said to be handling the workings of the gang through telephone conversations. Wilson found this detail very suspicious; by now she was sure there was something definitely fishy going on. She kept going back in disguise to all the places she had previously followed Zabrinski to, hoping for some word that could lead her to him. But she got nothing. As days of the futile search went by, she was getting agitated.
‘How can this be possible? What is this man? He just comes out of nowhere, jumps back in some kinda stupid blackhole or summin' and we lose him! And as if that wasn’t enough, this woman he keeps seeing in her nightclub just disappears. Not a sound of her... where’d she go? If she’s dead, they’d have found her body. If she’s alive where the fuck is she?’
Wilson was in her room, standing over a set of recent photographs she and Enzo had taken of Zabrinski while tailing him, placing them over the sheets documenting his every move. Enzo was to show up any minute now. He had called and said he had something to tell her. She could guess it would be important but the frustration of the past few days had been too much for her. As she stood over the pictures of Zabrinski, she’d lost her head and blown her top. She would have probably screamed a bit more had there not been a knock on the door. She realised it was Enzo and checked first before letting him in.
‘What is it, have you found something?’
‘No, but I hear something new today.’
‘What?’
‘There’s other men asking around for Zabrinski now.’
‘Polizia?’
‘No, not them. They don’t touch anyone unless they catch him red-handed.’
‘Then who? Wait – no! Not the establishment!’
Enzo nodded quietly to confirm Wilson's worst fears.
‘What are they after him for? No, no, no... them getting involved is bad news for us Enzo, no! They can’t come in now, we’ll have company everywhere we go now. No, no, no!
‘Maybe they suspect something is fishy.’
‘Yes, but what? What’s this guy playing at? He was supposed to shut his mouth and just do drug deals, what is with him now – killing people, disappearing in and out of sight?’
‘Maybe they suspect him now of killing Blanc.’
‘Blanc isn’t reason enough for them to finish off Zabrinski. He was much better than Blanc anyway. No no, this can’t be it. He went in last night and he said she was the only one who knew he’d done it. He was talking about Blanc, I know he was, I saw him do it. But Eva agreed to back him up here.’
‘And then she disappears, and no sign of Marco.’
‘Yeah but she agrees to back him, and then he can’t just kill her off.’
‘Why not? Marco isn’t exactly a very sweet man. He may kill you if he have to.’
‘Dunno Enzo, something tells me this isn’t it, I was… I was there, listening to everything they said and...' She stopped for a moment as she remembered something.
‘And what?’
‘Before I got hooked off, I heard Marco walk back and say something like, On second thoughts or something. What was that about?’
‘I do not know, but this is what is happening now. There is men looking for Zabrinski now and very soon they may find him. They don’t have to hide and ask like us.’
‘Enzo, I need you to go back to the quarters everyday reporting for duty as usual. Watch out for any and everything. Any sound of him, any sound whatsoever, I wanna know. By the way, you said something about Francesco working the gang through telephone conversations, didn’t you?’
‘Yes, he appear back a few days ago, he don’t show his face like always but he talk to the number 2 after Marco and run the gang.’
‘Strange, he wasn’t here all this time. Now suddenly he’s back.’
‘Maybe he didn’t need to all this time, now Marco is disappeared he has to come and run it again maybe. He doesn’t trust many apart from Marco to run it themself.’
‘Like I said, watch and hear for everything and I mean everything. This is getting way out of hand now, but I haven’t come this far to let the bastard slip away.’
‘Okay I do that. I must go now, anyone sees me here, it will be suspicious. Ciao.’
‘Yeah, keep me informed.’
Enzo shut the door behind him and left. Wilson started pacing up and down the room. She knew there was definitely something going on which no one was being able to catch onto. Marco’s sudden exit, Francesco appearing again out of nowhere. It sounded too far-fetched but could it be true? Was Marco actually Francesco? It couldn't be, could it? That could explain a lot, but how was it possible? She kept thinking back to the taped conversation she heard between Zabrinski and Eva. Especially that last thing before she got hooked off.
On second thoughts Eva………
There had been something dangerous in his voice. Maybe Enzo was right. Maybe he had finished her off, but what he done with her? And where was he himself?
Terriblog
Quicknotice 4
Last call before the removal of unused characters. Anyone wants to take up any of the following?
- Abeo Roux
- Exitium Morsque
- Rufeus
Last call before the removal of long-unwritten characters. Anyone wants to take up any of the following?
- Gordon
- Mala Das
- Psyche Wilson
(Adan Garcia, Ascronos Hell and Mer-Unta are already in use by active writers.)
Deadline for this would be one month from now. Write a chapter to claim your character.
[December 15, 2008]
- Abeo Roux
- Exitium Morsque
- Rufeus
Last call before the removal of long-unwritten characters. Anyone wants to take up any of the following?
- Gordon
- Mala Das
- Psyche Wilson
(Adan Garcia, Ascronos Hell and Mer-Unta are already in use by active writers.)
Deadline for this would be one month from now. Write a chapter to claim your character.
[December 15, 2008]
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The Game
Abeo Roux
Name: Abeo Roux
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Age: 24
Physical Description: Has blossomed into a lean, confident and supremely stylish young woman, with wavy red hair and sharp brown eyes.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Everything about Abeo is double-edged. Her strengths become her weaknesses and vice versa. There's something deeper about her, more sinister, more intense, than what is seen at first glance. Her Twin is inside her own self, and is rarely ever visible to someone who hasn't known/observed her for a long time, unless of course, the situation demands it.
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Age: 24
Physical Description: Has blossomed into a lean, confident and supremely stylish young woman, with wavy red hair and sharp brown eyes.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Everything about Abeo is double-edged. Her strengths become her weaknesses and vice versa. There's something deeper about her, more sinister, more intense, than what is seen at first glance. Her Twin is inside her own self, and is rarely ever visible to someone who hasn't known/observed her for a long time, unless of course, the situation demands it.
Adan Garcia
Sex: Male
Species: Unknown
Age: Looks about 38. But his real age is lost, even to himself.
Physical Description: Not too tall, not too short, but capable of appearing either. Brown hair highlighted by gold because of unending hours in the sun (which is weird, because, he wears a cowboy hat). He is stocky to look at, but is actually constructed out of pure muscle. Always dressed like an outlaw: trench coat, dusty boots, weird belt etc. But he also carries a black felt bag, very ancient and dusty and looks almost empty, slung to his sides.
Has a very easygoing smile above a square thread-barely goateed chin - capable of being both charming and sinister, but mostly the former. That’s until you look into his eyes, generally in the shadows of his hat, which cannot be mistaken for anything other than evil and dangerous. Gives off strange energy waves.
Weaknesses/ Strengths: Capable of fighting both with his brawns and brains, but prefers to fight with brawn, because brain's the last resort (he thinks of it as an act of charity to his adversaries). Has high manoeuvering skills and can appear to be at particular places and disappear from it at a random instance. Oh, he is also a time traveller (and doesn’t need flashy gadgets to do it, he just flicks a button in a dark little corner of his brains). Doesn’t talk much. Mostly observes from the shadows of street corners and backrooms.
Only weakness that he himself knows about is body odour. Carries a deodorant everywhere, which he never uses. The rest he prefers to keep secret at present because, he feels, it’ll ruin his style.
Al'skandar Phillips
Name: Al’skandar Phillips.
Sex: Male.
Species: He’s not very sure. Looks mostly human.
Age: Late teens.
Physical Description: Average height. Pale. Square jaw, aquiline nose, thin mouth. Longish hair, brown at the moment, used to have silver threading through it. One wouldn’t notice Al’skandar in a room with ten people in it, till he looks up. His eyes are silver… completely. Which explains his clothing choice of caps and hooded jackets. Shades help, but not indoors. The jeans and shirts he wears are ordinary, if rather faded. Also wears a leather wristband, which is broad enough to hide an intricate silver tattoo.
Strengths: The kid at the back of the class who seems to be sleeping but can quote his/her words back at the teacher, complete with mistakes. Well, figuratively, because Al’skandar was home-schooled. He’s easily ignored. And he can finish off people’s sentences… literally. Of course, he usually does it in the relative privacy of his mind. Wouldn’t want anyone to think him a freak or anything.
Weaknesses: Physical Strength. Well, the lack thereof. Al’skandar can throw a punch, but he’d much prefer not to. His usual MO is to run away when the other person/people think(s) about hitting him. Or just ducking, which course of action does not end well for his assailant(s). He also tends to arrogance. However, he’s a bit tensed right now about the prospect of starting college.
Sex: Male.
Species: He’s not very sure. Looks mostly human.
Age: Late teens.
Physical Description: Average height. Pale. Square jaw, aquiline nose, thin mouth. Longish hair, brown at the moment, used to have silver threading through it. One wouldn’t notice Al’skandar in a room with ten people in it, till he looks up. His eyes are silver… completely. Which explains his clothing choice of caps and hooded jackets. Shades help, but not indoors. The jeans and shirts he wears are ordinary, if rather faded. Also wears a leather wristband, which is broad enough to hide an intricate silver tattoo.
Strengths: The kid at the back of the class who seems to be sleeping but can quote his/her words back at the teacher, complete with mistakes. Well, figuratively, because Al’skandar was home-schooled. He’s easily ignored. And he can finish off people’s sentences… literally. Of course, he usually does it in the relative privacy of his mind. Wouldn’t want anyone to think him a freak or anything.
Weaknesses: Physical Strength. Well, the lack thereof. Al’skandar can throw a punch, but he’d much prefer not to. His usual MO is to run away when the other person/people think(s) about hitting him. Or just ducking, which course of action does not end well for his assailant(s). He also tends to arrogance. However, he’s a bit tensed right now about the prospect of starting college.
Ascronos Hell
Sex: Male
Species: Apparently human
Age: Undisclosed, but at least middle-aged
Physical Description: Very tall and sinewy. Long silver hair and haggard careworn face of a sorcerer obsessed with secret studies. Large eyes with great dark pupils, described as frightening and haunting by those who meet him. Long thin nose, slightly bent and crooked. Long scar on face, running in a vertical line above and below eyes, caused by experiment gone wrong. Fingers long and artistic, capable of great strength. Star-shaped mark upon a broad forehead, and strange runic symbols of unknown origin and meaning carved upon torso. Prefers simple clothing, black cloaks and fitting garments. Sometimes hooded, face in shadows. When in armour, menacing and imposing. Iron body armour with some ornamentation, also carries a massive rune-etched sword.
Strengths: Great intellect, scientific and necromantic curiousity, patience and belief in own abilities. Determination. A fair amount of physical strength. More to be found out.
Weaknesses: Overt self-reliance, hatred for the ordinary, cruelty.
Species: Apparently human
Age: Undisclosed, but at least middle-aged
Physical Description: Very tall and sinewy. Long silver hair and haggard careworn face of a sorcerer obsessed with secret studies. Large eyes with great dark pupils, described as frightening and haunting by those who meet him. Long thin nose, slightly bent and crooked. Long scar on face, running in a vertical line above and below eyes, caused by experiment gone wrong. Fingers long and artistic, capable of great strength. Star-shaped mark upon a broad forehead, and strange runic symbols of unknown origin and meaning carved upon torso. Prefers simple clothing, black cloaks and fitting garments. Sometimes hooded, face in shadows. When in armour, menacing and imposing. Iron body armour with some ornamentation, also carries a massive rune-etched sword.
Strengths: Great intellect, scientific and necromantic curiousity, patience and belief in own abilities. Determination. A fair amount of physical strength. More to be found out.
Weaknesses: Overt self-reliance, hatred for the ordinary, cruelty.
Cybele
Sex: Female.
Species: One of the Other Worldlies. Shall be talked about later.
Age: Does not really matter, does it, as long as she looks 24.
Physical Description: Black-haired, brown-eyed, she is visible in your average penthouse dreams. She possesses a vivid smile and a body to die for. Literally.
Strengths: Blood Sugar Sex Magic.
Weaknesses: Men.
Marital Status: Single (How, one may ask. Its just that no one's been able to keep up with her. Yet.)
Likes: Chocolates and Tarot Cards.
Dislikes: Bad breath.
Occupation: Currently engaged in seducing a high priest of the RHEUMATIC ORDER.
Species: One of the Other Worldlies. Shall be talked about later.
Age: Does not really matter, does it, as long as she looks 24.
Physical Description: Black-haired, brown-eyed, she is visible in your average penthouse dreams. She possesses a vivid smile and a body to die for. Literally.
Strengths: Blood Sugar Sex Magic.
Weaknesses: Men.
Marital Status: Single (How, one may ask. Its just that no one's been able to keep up with her. Yet.)
Likes: Chocolates and Tarot Cards.
Dislikes: Bad breath.
Occupation: Currently engaged in seducing a high priest of the RHEUMATIC ORDER.
Exitium Morsque
Sex: Apparently male
Species: Apparently human
Age: Late 40s-early 50s.
Physical Features: About 6 feet tall and very thin. Has bluish grey eyes and long, greying hair. Slight hunchback. Slight limp in the left leg. Wears an old army greatcoat and baggy trousers. Sports a small tattoo of a snake, on the back of his right hand.
Strengths: Can move very fast in spite of limp. Very good with the kobudÅ set of weapons. Carries a walking stick with him. Very piercing stare. Persuasive. Has an extensive knowledge of technology. Has a sense of humour. Seems to be able to take higher amount of damage than normal.
Weakness: Frequently disappears. Cannot be relied upon much. Has a tendency to believe the best of people. Still believes in values like honesty and patriotism (this could also be a strength). Has a tendency to play the devil's advocate.
Species: Apparently human
Age: Late 40s-early 50s.
Physical Features: About 6 feet tall and very thin. Has bluish grey eyes and long, greying hair. Slight hunchback. Slight limp in the left leg. Wears an old army greatcoat and baggy trousers. Sports a small tattoo of a snake, on the back of his right hand.
Strengths: Can move very fast in spite of limp. Very good with the kobudÅ set of weapons. Carries a walking stick with him. Very piercing stare. Persuasive. Has an extensive knowledge of technology. Has a sense of humour. Seems to be able to take higher amount of damage than normal.
Weakness: Frequently disappears. Cannot be relied upon much. Has a tendency to believe the best of people. Still believes in values like honesty and patriotism (this could also be a strength). Has a tendency to play the devil's advocate.
Gordon
Sex: Male
Species: Apparently human
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Dirty ragged clothes, bony limbs, dirty claw-like nails. Head is hooded most of the time so face cannot be distinguished clearly. Long dirty brown hair, bearded, piercing and disturbing gaze. Has a box all the time - a blackish brown wooden box with a heavy lid and metal knobs, and strange engravings on the surface, dirty and dented. He stays in this box at some street-corner nearby a railway station, apparently a street sleeper.
Species: Apparently human
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Dirty ragged clothes, bony limbs, dirty claw-like nails. Head is hooded most of the time so face cannot be distinguished clearly. Long dirty brown hair, bearded, piercing and disturbing gaze. Has a box all the time - a blackish brown wooden box with a heavy lid and metal knobs, and strange engravings on the surface, dirty and dented. He stays in this box at some street-corner nearby a railway station, apparently a street sleeper.
Himalaya alias Him
Sex: Female
Species: Apparently human
Age: Apparently 10-and-a-half
Physical Description: Smallish, coffee coloured, snub-nosed, brown-eyed. Unnoticeable and nondescript for most of the time. Crooked teeth giving way to a crooked smile that is both very rare and startlingly lovely. Sleek black hair, usually pulled into a ponytail. Grubby knees, faded clothes. Prefers being shoeless. Has had a tiny nosepin since birth, muted gold. It won’t come off. No dramatic scars, to her disappointment, just scabs.
Strengths: Non-prejudiced. Is a kid. Can keep quiet when required, can blend into the background if necessary. Self-reliant to an extent, therefore resourceful. Has an imagination that leans towards depravity.
Weaknesses: Same as above. Also a little nosy. If it had been a strength it would have been called inquisitiveness, but the plain truth is that she's nosy. In a covert way, of course.
Species: Apparently human
Age: Apparently 10-and-a-half
Physical Description: Smallish, coffee coloured, snub-nosed, brown-eyed. Unnoticeable and nondescript for most of the time. Crooked teeth giving way to a crooked smile that is both very rare and startlingly lovely. Sleek black hair, usually pulled into a ponytail. Grubby knees, faded clothes. Prefers being shoeless. Has had a tiny nosepin since birth, muted gold. It won’t come off. No dramatic scars, to her disappointment, just scabs.
Strengths: Non-prejudiced. Is a kid. Can keep quiet when required, can blend into the background if necessary. Self-reliant to an extent, therefore resourceful. Has an imagination that leans towards depravity.
Weaknesses: Same as above. Also a little nosy. If it had been a strength it would have been called inquisitiveness, but the plain truth is that she's nosy. In a covert way, of course.
Mala Das
Sex: Female
Species: Apparently human
Age: Around 27-29 years (she gets all flustered when asked)
Physical Description: Everbody knows a Mala Das (pronounced Daash), with different names perhaps. She is around 5’2”, neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short, neither dark nor fair. Has medium-length black hair, usually well-oiled and braided. Oval nondescript face with a small pretty nose, calm peaceful rather large black eyes and a soft, slightly petulant mouth. All her features are rather ‘beautiful’ when considered separately, but when they come together in her face, no striking beauty is created. Her face is perhaps not plain, but neither beautiful - rather ordinary.
Strengths: Soft-spoken, reserved and shy. Has great persuasive power. Generally described with the vague “She’s nice.”
Weakness: The tendency to be inconspicuous, almost invisible. And not even remotely exciting.
Marital status: Unmarried. Reason 1. Does not want to leave old mother. 2. Never really liked somebody in that way (unless you consider Shah Rukh Khan, of course). Nevertheless, her mother is still on the lookout for respectable marriage ads.
Occupation: Receptionist at an average office (not a very well-known one perhaps, but "very respectable").
Quirks: The only thing not ordinary in her is her almost compulsive obsession with horror novels. They tend to make her laugh.
Species: Apparently human
Age: Around 27-29 years (she gets all flustered when asked)
Physical Description: Everbody knows a Mala Das (pronounced Daash), with different names perhaps. She is around 5’2”, neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short, neither dark nor fair. Has medium-length black hair, usually well-oiled and braided. Oval nondescript face with a small pretty nose, calm peaceful rather large black eyes and a soft, slightly petulant mouth. All her features are rather ‘beautiful’ when considered separately, but when they come together in her face, no striking beauty is created. Her face is perhaps not plain, but neither beautiful - rather ordinary.
Strengths: Soft-spoken, reserved and shy. Has great persuasive power. Generally described with the vague “She’s nice.”
Weakness: The tendency to be inconspicuous, almost invisible. And not even remotely exciting.
Marital status: Unmarried. Reason 1. Does not want to leave old mother. 2. Never really liked somebody in that way (unless you consider Shah Rukh Khan, of course). Nevertheless, her mother is still on the lookout for respectable marriage ads.
Occupation: Receptionist at an average office (not a very well-known one perhaps, but "very respectable").
Quirks: The only thing not ordinary in her is her almost compulsive obsession with horror novels. They tend to make her laugh.
Marco Zabrinski
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Age: 23
Physical Description: Average height, slight tan, medium-length hair, slightly bony cheeks with a stubble which he never gets rid of. Clothing differs from time to time but normally a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt with a leather jacket over it. Has a tattoo of a dagger on his left arm and it peeks out of his sleeve.
Strengths: Mental toughness unmatched
Weaknesses: His past
Occupation: Climbing the stairs of success in the drug trafficking industry
Born in: Masovia, Poland
Stays at: Rome
Species: Human
Age: 23
Physical Description: Average height, slight tan, medium-length hair, slightly bony cheeks with a stubble which he never gets rid of. Clothing differs from time to time but normally a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt with a leather jacket over it. Has a tattoo of a dagger on his left arm and it peeks out of his sleeve.
Strengths: Mental toughness unmatched
Weaknesses: His past
Occupation: Climbing the stairs of success in the drug trafficking industry
Born in: Masovia, Poland
Stays at: Rome
Mark Middleton
Sex: Male
Species: Apparently human
Age: Apparently, late 30s.
Physical Features: Light built, medium height, casually dressed, does not stand out from a distance. Walks slowly, talks in a low voice, but the discerning eye will notice a casual grace to his movement of the kind imparted by restraint of a greater agility. Angular face, framed by flowing black hair streaked with a few grey strands. Prominent eyebrows, deep, calm, almost weary eyes. Nose would've been small and sharp if it didn't look like its left side had been smashed by a heavy blow. Overlooking that flaw, there is a mildly melancholy, worn-out charmingness about him. Only when he grins - which he does not do often - the person being grinned at realizes that the man looking at them is different, quite different from what they had taken him to be.
Strengths: Presence of mind. Learns/understands/reacts appropriately before others around him even realize he's working things out.
Weaknesses: Does not know who he is or why he is here. No friends, weapons or any other visible advantage. No apparent goal/ambition/purpose. Curious and easily tempted, but he's struggling to control that. Is likely to discover more of his strengths and weaknesses as he goes by.
Species: Apparently human
Age: Apparently, late 30s.
Physical Features: Light built, medium height, casually dressed, does not stand out from a distance. Walks slowly, talks in a low voice, but the discerning eye will notice a casual grace to his movement of the kind imparted by restraint of a greater agility. Angular face, framed by flowing black hair streaked with a few grey strands. Prominent eyebrows, deep, calm, almost weary eyes. Nose would've been small and sharp if it didn't look like its left side had been smashed by a heavy blow. Overlooking that flaw, there is a mildly melancholy, worn-out charmingness about him. Only when he grins - which he does not do often - the person being grinned at realizes that the man looking at them is different, quite different from what they had taken him to be.
Strengths: Presence of mind. Learns/understands/reacts appropriately before others around him even realize he's working things out.
Weaknesses: Does not know who he is or why he is here. No friends, weapons or any other visible advantage. No apparent goal/ambition/purpose. Curious and easily tempted, but he's struggling to control that. Is likely to discover more of his strengths and weaknesses as he goes by.
Mer-Unta
Sex: Female
Species: Mermaid
Age: 7 in Mer-years (21 in Human years)
Physical Description: Black wavy hair with brown highlights, waist length. Clear skin, slim figure, height 5 ft. Lower body is that of a fish, each scale a shiny bluish-green colour. Has startlingly green eyes, that seem to probe into the depths of your mind when she's looking at you. Wears a long chain of sea-shells strung together. Speaks a rare dialect of the Mer-people, called Mer-drinab, though she can also speak English. Walks on her hands when she is on the ground.
Weaknesses: Loses strength if she is not wearing her sea-shell necklace.
Strengths: Has fantastic strength in the lower 'fish' part of her body, one lash from it can make a dent in cement. Strong swimmer, can cover great distances in a few minutes or so. Mer-Unta can also change the colour of her eyes according to her mood.
Species: Mermaid
Age: 7 in Mer-years (21 in Human years)
Physical Description: Black wavy hair with brown highlights, waist length. Clear skin, slim figure, height 5 ft. Lower body is that of a fish, each scale a shiny bluish-green colour. Has startlingly green eyes, that seem to probe into the depths of your mind when she's looking at you. Wears a long chain of sea-shells strung together. Speaks a rare dialect of the Mer-people, called Mer-drinab, though she can also speak English. Walks on her hands when she is on the ground.
Weaknesses: Loses strength if she is not wearing her sea-shell necklace.
Strengths: Has fantastic strength in the lower 'fish' part of her body, one lash from it can make a dent in cement. Strong swimmer, can cover great distances in a few minutes or so. Mer-Unta can also change the colour of her eyes according to her mood.
Moses Putatunda
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Age: 22
Physical description: Average Joe looks. But looks kind of cute with ruffled hair. Piercing eyes. Worn out mountain shoes, likes to wear t-shirts with logos of his favorite bands. Unwashed jeans, worn out by heavy use, not by the brand manufacturer. The usual unkempt backpacker look.
Strengths: Above average intelligence, excellent intuition and perceptiveness, superior observation skills (sometimes over-rated) , very persuasive when needed. Can also cause bizarre and disastrous random events and affect random people randomly anywhere in the world with electromagnetic brain impulses. But he doesn't know it.
Weaknesses: Indecisive, sometimes impatient and given to fits of rage, weighs 48 kgs. Others will be unveiled progressively.
Species: Human
Age: 22
Physical description: Average Joe looks. But looks kind of cute with ruffled hair. Piercing eyes. Worn out mountain shoes, likes to wear t-shirts with logos of his favorite bands. Unwashed jeans, worn out by heavy use, not by the brand manufacturer. The usual unkempt backpacker look.
Strengths: Above average intelligence, excellent intuition and perceptiveness, superior observation skills (sometimes over-rated) , very persuasive when needed. Can also cause bizarre and disastrous random events and affect random people randomly anywhere in the world with electromagnetic brain impulses. But he doesn't know it.
Weaknesses: Indecisive, sometimes impatient and given to fits of rage, weighs 48 kgs. Others will be unveiled progressively.
Psyche Wilson
Sex: Female
Species: Homo sapien
Age: 23
Physical Description: Tall. Dark, slightly curly hair (below shoulder length). Coffee-coloured eyes. Broad frame. Slight tan. Wears black-rimmed, rectangular spectacles. Wears a mood ring on the middle finger of the left hand. Smart sense of dressing, although not too adventurous. Not unattractive.
Strengths: Sharp, courageous, calm, stoical, generous, loves children. More to be disclosed as story progresses.
Weaknesses: Short attention span, proud, unforgiving, slightly conservative or old-fashioned (however you may want to put it). More to be revealed. Also, has vertigo.
Marital Status: Unmarried
Likes: All the books her grandmother left her, children, dogs, pink carnations, alcohol.
Dislikes: Her father, her current job, cats.
Occupation: Does free-lance work for local newsapapers. Looking for another job.
Born in (place): Athens, Greece.
Stays at: Istanbul, Turkey.
Species: Homo sapien
Age: 23
Physical Description: Tall. Dark, slightly curly hair (below shoulder length). Coffee-coloured eyes. Broad frame. Slight tan. Wears black-rimmed, rectangular spectacles. Wears a mood ring on the middle finger of the left hand. Smart sense of dressing, although not too adventurous. Not unattractive.
Strengths: Sharp, courageous, calm, stoical, generous, loves children. More to be disclosed as story progresses.
Weaknesses: Short attention span, proud, unforgiving, slightly conservative or old-fashioned (however you may want to put it). More to be revealed. Also, has vertigo.
Marital Status: Unmarried
Likes: All the books her grandmother left her, children, dogs, pink carnations, alcohol.
Dislikes: Her father, her current job, cats.
Occupation: Does free-lance work for local newsapapers. Looking for another job.
Born in (place): Athens, Greece.
Stays at: Istanbul, Turkey.
Rufeus
Sex: Male
Species: Vampire
Age: 17-and-a-half
Physical Description: Medium height, thin, slightly hunched. Pale skinned, an almost triangular face, deep black hair. Bloodshot, intense eyes; a short, crooked nose, bat-like ears, a tapering chin and sharp, pointed teeth. Tiny, thin scratch below the right eye which always seems fresh. Long, slender fingers, like a pianist, with fingernails which look weathered, slightly yellowed. Speaks slowly and with an undertone of hostility, due to his embittered views about his existence, identity and spite for things in general. Dressed in a shabby, medieval black overcoat with specks of dry blood in the middle, a black, torn trouser.
Strengths: Extremely determined, has strong views about things,v alues his judgment which is more humanely relevant than riddled with savage desires. Possesses considerable strength and can turn extremely ruthless when he faces his enemies, especially if he's emotionally provoked. Has exceptionally controlled thirst for blood, which arises from immeasurable spite for his family and his identity.
Weaknesses: His disregard, contempt for his identity, his unwillingness to appreciate himself for who he really is which results in a rising discontent, an emotional imbalance within.
Species: Vampire
Age: 17-and-a-half
Physical Description: Medium height, thin, slightly hunched. Pale skinned, an almost triangular face, deep black hair. Bloodshot, intense eyes; a short, crooked nose, bat-like ears, a tapering chin and sharp, pointed teeth. Tiny, thin scratch below the right eye which always seems fresh. Long, slender fingers, like a pianist, with fingernails which look weathered, slightly yellowed. Speaks slowly and with an undertone of hostility, due to his embittered views about his existence, identity and spite for things in general. Dressed in a shabby, medieval black overcoat with specks of dry blood in the middle, a black, torn trouser.
Strengths: Extremely determined, has strong views about things,v alues his judgment which is more humanely relevant than riddled with savage desires. Possesses considerable strength and can turn extremely ruthless when he faces his enemies, especially if he's emotionally provoked. Has exceptionally controlled thirst for blood, which arises from immeasurable spite for his family and his identity.
Weaknesses: His disregard, contempt for his identity, his unwillingness to appreciate himself for who he really is which results in a rising discontent, an emotional imbalance within.
Saibalini Sen
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Age: 64
Physical Description: Tall and angular, white hair pulled back in a bun, usually clad in crisp white sarees and shawls to match.
Strengths: Agility and a voice that commands attention.
Weakness: High blood pressure.
Species: Human
Age: 64
Physical Description: Tall and angular, white hair pulled back in a bun, usually clad in crisp white sarees and shawls to match.
Strengths: Agility and a voice that commands attention.
Weakness: High blood pressure.
Zephyrus alias Henry White
Sex: Male
Species: Half-god
Age: Ageless
Physical Description: Long shiny raven black hair. A slim built. He is characterised by his flowing black robe and scars on his forearms. Looks like he is in his 20's (a major advantage when it comes to flirting). Mismatched blue and hazel eyes.
Strengths: Ageless good looks. Ruthless and cold. His heart has stopped beating long ago. Does not possess physical strengths as such but his "almost-immortality" protects him from being killed in the hands of any human.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence.
Species: Half-god
Age: Ageless
Physical Description: Long shiny raven black hair. A slim built. He is characterised by his flowing black robe and scars on his forearms. Looks like he is in his 20's (a major advantage when it comes to flirting). Mismatched blue and hazel eyes.
Strengths: Ageless good looks. Ruthless and cold. His heart has stopped beating long ago. Does not possess physical strengths as such but his "almost-immortality" protects him from being killed in the hands of any human.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence.
Quicknotice 3
It's already been way longer than the deadline, so here's the second wave of dropping authors. (The first wave included authors who had registered but never posted.)
This wave, will drop authors who had posted characters but never wrote a chapter. The characters remain, and will be free to be picked up by any active author who wants them.
(The third wave of dropping will be for authors who have written one chapter and haven't returned to carry ahead the story. Therefore, be warned and prepared.)
[Late September, 2008]
This wave, will drop authors who had posted characters but never wrote a chapter. The characters remain, and will be free to be picked up by any active author who wants them.
(The third wave of dropping will be for authors who have written one chapter and haven't returned to carry ahead the story. Therefore, be warned and prepared.)
[Late September, 2008]
Quicknotice 2
The characters gone pouf from the posts, yes. And no, nothing's been deleted. All the details have been sent to the sidebar, where they will stay for now on... since as the story progresses our characters' reactions to each other should not, ideally, be designed by our personal equations in life. All we need to know is who is who.
I haven't deleted any of your character posts either. They've been sent to the drafts and can be retrieved, if you want to.
And there are more than five characters now, so we jump into the story. Newcomers, however, please feel free to introduce yours characters. Make them a post (see the first post for further instructions). They'll arrive at the sidebar (and the drafts) in due course of time.
I haven't deleted any of your character posts either. They've been sent to the drafts and can be retrieved, if you want to.
And there are more than five characters now, so we jump into the story. Newcomers, however, please feel free to introduce yours characters. Make them a post (see the first post for further instructions). They'll arrive at the sidebar (and the drafts) in due course of time.
2 comments:
- chopped of repititions of previous chapter's occurences at the beginning. you don't need to summarize the chapter before... just start wherever you had left.
- also, i found a bit of a temporal discontinuity here. last chapter's end and this chapter's beginning reads like there have been a few days after the tapping-at-nightclub incident, during which wilson and enzo have tried to relocate zabrinski and couldn't. but during the wilson's room scene,
i) how could marco's photographs still be "recent" then?
ii) why does wilson say "he went in last night..." and so on?
i could've cleared up the confusion myself but you told me to give you feedback and let you make your own changes, so =)
why cant the pics be recent? its not like theyd taken pics of him after he'd disappeared. theyre talking the last pics theyd taken of him and that before eva or him went out if sight
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