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isaac 'c a m b r i d g e' moore |
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It's not that Cambridge is a particularly mean person - but he certainly seems to have trouble being nice. Outwardly Cambridge is a caustic, impatient man disinclined to suffer fools gladly; all who fall under Cambridge's acerbic eye are immediately judged and very few are ever seen to pass muster. After working so hard to achieve so much in his own life Cambridge cannot help but deem those who haven't achieved as much as him as comparatively useless – or even worse, stupid – and unworthy of both his time and his pleasantries. ❝ if you really like an argument we should see more of each other ❞ |
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j u l i a n dixon-ross |
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a really useless vampire. ❝ I'm starting to think I'm more of a hide-and-seek person. ❞ |
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g i d e o n southey |
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Gideon always had been a man of faith. Before the darkness fell and the world turned to hell he had dreamed of becoming a priest… but then all hell broke loose and religion as we know it ceased to be. Who cared for religion when it was painfully clear that the gods had forsaken mankind and left it to tear itself to pieces? But Gideon never stopped believing. Alright, so the deities he prayed to might be nameless and unknown, but he still hoped. He hoped that there was something greater out there, something that would make all this pain and suffering justifiable, somewhere for their torn and tattered souls to rest when the horror finally consumed them. He travels the wastelands of the world alone, for now. He picks up a few companions here and there, sometimes stopping to help wherever he can. He learns on the way, picking up all sorts of knowledge from the people he finds and writing it down in a journal that he one day hopes will become an encyclopaedia documenting the terrible times that they all live in. ❝ I don't seem to be able to keep myself grounded. Things change around me. I'm not sure if there's rhyme or reason - but here I am. ❞ |
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thomas a l d r i d g e |
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As a university lecturer in English literature, Thomas Aldridge started to notice the slow seeping of emotions from the essays his students handed in: stress, dread, pain, sweat and tears all became commonplace when he handled the dissertations of his over-achieving tutees. When he handled books – especially second-hand and vintage editions – he could feel the weight of emotions from everyone who had ever read them. Sad stories, romantic poetry, real-life biographical horrors… they all affected Aldridge as he soaked up their emotional resonances. The stress of absorbing his students’ powerful, hormonally-charged emotions became too much. He had tried to tolerate it - he had even tried to turn it to his advantage – but eventually Aldridge retired from his position in the university. But his love for literature kept him in the business of books – using a few old friends and contacts in the publishing business he turned his hand to running a second-hand book shop. At least he doesn’t have to read the new books that come in through his door to gauge whether they’re good or not... ❝ It's not the words themselves that matter but the effect they have. I'd say it's about the reader, not the story. ❞ |
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dr. c a l l u m rhys-bowen |
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A paranormal archaeologist who specialises in crypto-zoology. Callum is basically the guy you call when you think you've found a unicorn skeleton in your back garden. Is considered a bit of a joke by the international scientific community but he is completely fine with that. He wrote his doctorate thesis about a mass burial site of a Neolothic werewolf pack int he Brecon Beacons but nobody ever read it because he wrote it in Welsh. That's just how he rolls. Runs a small company (so small it's just him, his young colleague Fergus/Tom Jones and Cat the cat) that investigates crypto-zoological findings. ❝ Look, if you don't find those vampire teeth then I'm sending you down the Wookey Hole caves with a toothbrush and a trowel to find some new ones, alright? And that is, like, a three hour train journey. ❞ |
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capt. jack s h e r i d a n |
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A dragon captain in His Majesty's Aerial Corps. Captain to the Pascal's Blue Orphirus, a French hatchling sent over to Great Britain during the peace, and currently a scout on the North-Eastern coast of England. Unfortunately for England, Sheridan really is the Irish nationalist spy that some people ocassionally suspect him to be. ❝ Miss Darlington, if you have read my despatches then you will understand exactly what kind of man you are dealing with and what is truly at stake here. ❞ |
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sally 'b a t h' mills |
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Completely ageless and immortal, Bath will never be able to die. She has assumed a variety of roles in various governments over the years but has turned something of a recluse in the past few decades, preferring to watch over the other members of the Order at a distance. ❝ Allow me a little fantasy, won't you? Even if it doesn't happen, I'd like to think - there's so much ruin, you see? Can't you forgive me a little day-dreaming... ❞ |
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n i c h o l a s black |
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1803 AD and a young wind charmer runs away from home to join the Royal Navy as Admiral Nelson's latest "secret" weapon - a man of weather-magic that can whistle up winds and summon terrible storms to turn the tide of battle this way or that. Naval life suits him well: he loves the roll of the ship beneath his feet and the thrill of battle as he draws in winds and roars thunder across the sky. But even the bluest seas have black, hidden depths. for all of the mage's enthusiastic innocence he's not a mortal human but a creature of the wind and the sea - capricious, mercurial and quick to anger. Riptides and clawing currents operate beneath the glassy surface: in the deep mania of casting his weather magic in the midst of battle, Nicholas is prone to getting carried away... ❝ I had never slept in a bed that one must hang from a ceiling before... but now I am sure I shall never want to sleep in anything else ever again. ❞ |
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m o n r o e / parzi |
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Monroe always had a penchant for masochism and whilst being possessed by a demon wouldn’t usually be anyone’s idea of a good time, for Monroe it was (ironically) heaven. But the demon was soon exorcised – against both of their wishes – and in the process it dug its fingernails in to Monroe’s soul and tore it to pieces. Now Monroe’s physical body reflects that diseased and broken soul within: every day he grows fresh bruises and cuts. Disillusioned, angry and resentful of the world, Monroe trawls around the low places of the world seeking out new pains and new highs to try and replace the sweet agony that possession had brought him. ❝ It's like, I'm all blistered where I should be afraid. Like a scab or somethin'. And all I'm afraid of now is pickin' it off when it gets better and what's gonna come out from underneath it. ❞ |
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