When Wilson had been listening to Eva and Marco talk, she’d been listening off a bug planted masterfully out of sight by Enzo who had managed to gain access there using his mysterious ways. She had been listening carefully to what they were talking about, what she didn’t hear (partly because it wasn’t possible to) was that when Zabrinski was walking away, he had taken his phone out and was about to call someone when the signal of the bug intercepted with his phone and made a humming noise which got Marco suspicious. He had scanned the area around him in a flash and accidentally put a hand in the flower vase on the table next to him. He’d hit jackpot and he realised it the moment he snapped off the wire while saying what Wilson had last heard him say – On Second Thoughts Eva, that he’d snapped the bug off as the humming died in his phone.
He however, thought it was Eva up to some kind of dirty trick to double cross him. He didn’t know why she would be recording him but it was enough for him to lose trust in her completely despite her agreeing to back him up. he decided to find out for himself and sort out the situation. He walked back to Eva with the wire he’d plugged off stuffed in his fist.
‘On second thoughts Eva, how about I sit down and have a drink with you?’ There was something menacing in his voice which Eva failed to notice; or maybe she was just used to it.
‘What tells you I’ll wanna have a drink with you?’
‘Well you know, get a drink, have a chat.’
‘Yeah? And what are gonna chat about?’
Marco pulled out the wire and held it stretched in both his hands for Eva to see.
‘This’, he said.
Before Eva could do anything he had the wire wrapped around her throat with her back to the couch. She was struggling to breath and Marco held her against the couch. He wanted to kill her but he wanted to know first what the wire was there for.
‘So, Eva. What the fuck is this huh? You taping me? HUH? You fuckin taping me?’
‘No – no, I’m….not taping you, I don’t – know how – it – got there. I did-didn’t put it there.’
‘Yeah it really looks like I’m in the mood to believe you isn’t it Bitch? There’s a wire in your lounge, no one comes here unless you ask em to, who else has planted this huh? Who?’
He tightened that strain on the wire now to choke her even more.
‘I swear….I didn’t – fuckin ….put a b-bug in ….there. I don’t have….a-n-yy reason to.’
‘Don’t you fuckin lie to me Eva, I need to know what this was for and you’re gonna tell me. Yeah. You heard me right, YOU’RE gonna tell me, right now!’
‘I swe-ear. I didn’t know-anything-anything about this.’
Marco suddenly loosened his grip on the wire and threw Eva forward on the floor, leaving her gasping to get her breath back.
‘How can I trust you still Eva? I mean how? You don’t look like you wanna back me up and then I find a bug.’
‘I didn’t do it Marco, if you don’t believe me then shoot me but when I say I didn’t plant it there I mean it.’
‘Then it’s someone else, trying to keep a watch over us. It’s been planted by someone, maybe Francesco or someone from the establishment.’
‘I’ve no idea why they would do that.’
‘Well’, her inched closer towards her, ‘maybe they don’t want us to know. So we’ll just have to slip them won’t we?’
‘What d’yeh mean?’
‘Obviously this place is bugged, there’s probably more. So why don’t you and me, we go for a little drive? You get out of the front, get your car to the back and I’ll meet you there.’
Eva looked suspicious herself by now and the story of the bug being placed possibly by someone from the establishment or Francesco didn’t appear too impossible to her either. So she nodded quietly in agreement and did as she was told. She went out of the front, and drove past a car where she noticed a young woman was sat with headphones on her. Probably listening to some music, she thought. She drove around the back where Marco stood waiting for her, she stopped and he got in as she drove away.
‘Where are we driving then Marco?’
‘Towards the docks.’
‘So why get out of the back then?’
‘Well nowadays I’m not quite sure if people are following me already. I’ve gotta be careful to not be seen driving about with you, else the connection of this club with our drug storage could be found out by anybody.’
‘So who do you think is bugging our conversations?’
‘Could be anybody. So here’s what I’ve got for you. Listen, as much as you dislike me killing your brother I care about you. I lost my head back there when I wrapped that wire around you but I need you to be safe first. So you’ve gotta listen to me here.’
‘What’re you talking about? What’s gonna happen to me? Whoever comes looking, will be coming in looking for you, not me.’
‘Then why did they bug YOUR place? Think Eva think. Why’d they choose to listen to OUR conversations then huh? Whoever is tapping us knows I’m in it for sure, I knew it wouldn’t be hidden for long but they think you’re in it with me as well. It must have leaked somehow you’re Gerd’s sister. It’s known why I killed Gerd, that’s probably how they’ll trace Blanc’s killing to me anyway and now they’ve zeroed in on YOU Eva.’
‘So what do you want me to do?’
‘I want you to leave this place, I’ve made a quick call to an old friend of mine, he’ll be there at the docks with a boat to take you away.’
‘Where?’
‘Out of this country, right now he’ll take you towards Spain, he’s got connections there, he can set you up somewhere and look after you till this is over.’
‘Why should I trust you?’
‘Wake UP Eva! There are people after BOTH of us, and right now I can’t protect both of us while we’re in the same country. I need to get you out of this place now and keep you safe, else it’s gonna be over for both of us. Listen, YOU might not have forgiven me but I care about you, and I’m not gonna let them get anywhere near you as long as I can. So just listen to me and go.’
‘Okay’, she said quietly and continued driving until they reached the docks. An elderly man was waiting for them on a steamer. As they got out of the car, he waved at them. He escorted Eva into the steamer, and then came back out to have a chat with Marco.
‘So how do you want it done Senor?’
‘Start sailing tonight, let a couple days pass. Cross the border as quick as you can. I need her out of the country. Then once you’ve crossed the Italian border, you know what to do. Make sure you tie on a solid rock before you finish the job. And the drop HAS to be made outside Italian waters and far enough to make sure it doesn’t get discovered soon. I don’t want her body found at all, so make sure her body stays at the bottom of the ocean, and make sure it stays for long.’
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]
Thursday, June 26, 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 kobudō 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 kobudō 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.
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