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[TheSalmonWhisperer]

Player:TheSalmonWhisperer
Character Name:Leanon Gilleandrais
Character type:Fantasy/Steampunk

Species: elf

Gender: Female

Character Class: Travelling bard

Alignment: Chaotic neutral

How I view the world: Life is an empty stage, existing only to be filled with bitter sweet melodies…..And twitching, never forget the twitching.

Physical Appearance: A strange, tall looking individual (6’5), a face made pale with both lack of sunlight and makeup, an avid violin player(Long straad) creating images with her music, a long flowing robe full of colour and vivid imagery hides most of her frail form from view, she prefers to stay away from social situations, straying away from bars to play her music out in the open, where others can dance to it freely.
She ‘lives’ only for music and art, rarely keeping any close friends for long

Likes and Dislikes:Leanon loves the finer things in life, before she died she had access to a fair amount of gold, which she did hasten to spend on finery, although now she does not have such riches she has ways of getting what she desires, whether it be through music or sheer charm and wit, perhaps even fear at times.

Quirks and Faults: Leanon dislikes fighting, preferring the soothing sadness of music, this tends to cause unintentional emotional pain to others.
Attacks are unpredictable as her songs are made from sheer emotion and she is unable to remember or recreate past songs, because music is her weapon this affects her strength and ability.
Leanon is dependant upon her violin, it is always within her grasp or hidden away from view inside her flowing robes, if another touches the violin it may result in them having to deal with Leanon’s teeth clamped firmly on their arm or any body part within reach.
She cannot perform unless she has bitten her tongue eight times either purposefully or by accident, she believes it’s lucky.
She also has a floating salmon which follows her for reasons unknown, even to herself, it has a habit of getting in the way at crucial moments.


Powers/abilities: Leanon uses her violin as a weapon, if she creates the exact right tone and pitch she can cast powerful spells and summons, but if performed incorrectly the results are unpredictable.
For higher level spells Leanon has to play for an extended amount of time.
…She can also do interesting things with a salmon…0_<;

History in a nutshell:Leanon once walked the streets of her home town R’adnaire, her music was loved by all although it sometimes caused great pain to those with darker pasts, she was happy until one day she made light of the kings jester resulting in a argument between her and the fool, in turn he spread lies and rumours saying her music was ‘Demonic’ and was the reason that so much famine had come to the village recently. Leanon paid no heed, thinking the king would take no notice of a fool, but unfortunately that was not the case, for he was a scarily paranoid man, he promptly sent soldiers after Leanon.
She fled, the mercenaries firing arrow after arrow, the first one struck, yet she managed to carry on running, then a second struck and a third, yet still Leanon did not bleed or fall to the dusty, rough ground, she soon came across a cave in which she hid for some time, soon news reached her…..Fearful news. News of her own death.
For you see, she had died when the first arrow hit.
Strangely, she is not filled with grief over her death, as long as she can continue her music.
Yet none of this explains the floating salmon which follows her everywhere..0_0

[TheSalmonWhisperer]

Player:TheSalmonWhisperer
Character Name:Murikoe Delremos
Character type: Steampunk

Species: Human
Age: 29

Gender: Male

Character Class: Doctor/Sorcerer

Alignment: Pure evil.

How I view the world: Your all my little experiments, I'll do as I please with you, tear you apart and rebuild you into something new, then leave you to rot in the back ally.

Physical Appearance: If, assuming you are of the type that does such things, had taken a stroll through the dreary streets of Victorian London on the second day of December, you may, if you’d decided to take a side turn through a particularly small and discreet alley, infested with a plethora of rats, you may have just met your maker.

For pressed against the wall in a most unusual and perverse fashion was none other than the one that more than a few of you would recognise as a mad man, a huge grin graced his features, playing across his face and causing his slit like eyes to become almost invisible, this made him look quite a lot like a cat who had found the catnip, and, had sniffed a large quantity of the substance.

His thin, almost skeletal body was clothed with the most bizarre attire, atop his head was an extremely large top hat, it appeared to be covered in yellowing bandages, they started at the base and coiled upwards in a serpentine manner trailing off toward the frayed ends, if you looked close enough, or, if your eyesight was particularly fantastic, you’d notice that the strange ‘man’ had adorned the bandages with small, very small, illustrations of ethereal beings, had you asked him what they were he would have simply giggled madly for a long while, his face contorted with ecstasy and lunacy, before stroking the hat with a shaking hand, the laughs still wracking his wiry body, causing stray pieces of the bandages to flutter to the ground and land in one of the murky puddles near his boot clad feet, then his hands would have reached out, most likely to grab the nearest part of your body, slowly, they would travel to your waist, pulling you ever closer, closer, closer…

His lips would touch your ear, then, quietly but strongly, his voice would say something, it never makes sense, ever. For he is mad and his mind is beyond us, just some sharp pain, it only hurts a little, and he would be hold your bleeding body even closer, he’d enjoy it for a short while, but soon his mind would stray to other realms of his head gut, the crimson shower pouring forth from the crevices of your now still body would irritate him, causing his pale blue dancing eyes to dart deftly downwards toward his silken attire, the blood splotches upon his deep violet suit catching his crazed eyes immediately.



Likes and Dislikes:Murikoe loves to experiment, he can often be found with his latest victim in some hidey hole, testing them, seeing if he can make them into something new.
He's a rather perverse individual, and he likes to touch and be touched regardless of wether it causes pain or pleasure.
He hates Leanon, despises her for reasons unknown.

Quirks and Faults: He's a quirky character to say the least, the fact that he indulges himself in sexual practice alot means he's often tired, which means he can be easily caught off gaurd, this is never a good thing when a good half of the population despsies the very ground you tread upon.


Powers/abilities: Murikoe injects himself with various concoctions whenever he can, his magic is not really magic, it is simply a mixture of strange potions and cells that he most likely picked off his shoe.
A rather powerful shoe at that, his magic is a force to be reckoned with.

History in a nutshell:Murikoe was born into an upper class family, his father had multiple personality disorder so Murikoe never had the chance to get close, never knowing who his father really was, never being able to share simple childhood memories with him.
His mother was a very *friendly* person, to put it mildly, having an insestuous relationship with her son, and Murikoes younger sister, watching her as he grew up caused Murikoe to become what he is.
He left home at the age of 17, his freedom was used in the worst way, he had the money to do as he pleased.
That's never good if you belong in an asylum.