somewhere beyond the zee, somewhere waiting for me, my lover stands on gaslit sands and watches the ships that go zailin' ... somewhere beyond the zee, she's there watching for me! if i could fly like birds on high, then straight to her arms i'd go zailin'!
sunlessea.
❝ they've warned you, don't go there,
sunlessea > forty years ago, london was stolen by bats. but that's well in the past ; now, london steeped in the neath and basking in the light of the glory invites the strange and the outright bizarre. come, lose your mind and sink ever deeper into madness. welcome, delicious friend! ❞
. . . there's creatures lurking in the dark. ❞
& above all, uphold always
THE MASQUERADE ...
our bloodlines are not about being noticed, they are about being remembered.
› a private, selective, headcanon heavy oc mutlimuse, following combined fallen london & vampire: the masquerade lore. heavily diverges from said canon lore, however; penned by unicorn. please read rules carefully. content warnings apply, muses & mun 21+.
zail the zees ...
RULES
MUSE LIST
LORE & GLOSSARY
basics.
Ok so, hi, I'm Unicorn & I'm just going to give a quick rundown for rules. This is a very lax blog. My activity will be sporadic. I'm 21+, queer, pronouns are she/her, and I have horrid social anxiety, so if I take some time to respond to IM's or leave you on read sometimes, my apologies! Feel free to re-approach me. I do have a handful of blogs, but this is prob my current main. basic character summaries are completed on my muse list, so i prefer if people specify who they want to interact with where possible, but i can choose if you are unable. i have a list of the most beginner-friendly muses for those not well versed in specifically fallen london's lore. because it is... a lot. many of my muses are powerful villains as a side note. tread carefully, i do not soften them to protect your muses.
content.
This blog WILL contain sensitive content that absolutely crops up in Fallen London's & VTM's setting / time period (Victorian), such as transphobia, homophobia, racism, depression, suicide, genocide, religious trauma, prejudice, vampirism, cannibalism, violence, various discussions regarding mental health, ptsd, abuse, death, cult activities, child labor / death, poverty, classism, etc. For the most part, it's weird eldritch fantasy violence, but topics such as transphobia, homophobia, assault, social prejudices, etc, are things mentioned in backstories / as part of the world's backdrop / character stories, but are not written out. If something needs tagged, I will tag it. some characters have specific triggers (ie / lucius & sexual assault). those are listed on the muse pages. i tag everything with trigger tw — without any fancy tagging.
restrictions.
I will not be writing out the following content in threads at all, namely : incest, rape, pedophilia. any allusions to these topics in my characters' lore will be mentioned only, but still tagged, though you should be aware some characters do have those topics in their backstories (they are marked, so you can avoid those muses if needed.) If you as a person exhibit racist, ableist, transphobic, homophobic, any kind of prejudiced / etc behavior / rhetoric, I will block you. I do read callouts to form opinions, but I don't get involved in baseless drama. that said, please don't approach me about topics related to it. i do not care about drama and i am mature enough to block, blacklist, and move on. i am not responsible for your inability to use blacklist to keep people you dislike off your dash.
follows.
i'm not super selective with who i follow, as i will write crossovers and plots with pretty much anyone regardless of whether i know the source of your character or world. i follow based on vibes tbqh, so if i think our muses or worlds or whatever have a chance for fun interactions, that's enough. that said, i am mutuals only so if i don't follow you, don't try to interact with me. likewise, if i follow you and you don't follow back after a period of time, i will hard block you just so i don't accidentally try following you again. if i forget and do end up doing this, i apologize & feel free to soft or hard block me. i just have a bad memory. that all said, i also can be very slow with replies, so if you don't have empathy for, like, having a lot going on in real life, i'm prob not the writing partner for you ekrjhnm.
lore.
fallen london has an insane amount of lore, and my characters are products of it. to those unfamiliar, many of my muses may seem tbqh weird and nonsensical lmao. feel free to ask questions, or just wing things. the lore is so wild, i'm sure you won't stick out. that said, my fiancé @londonfallen has a carrd that's a good resource for world lore. i also supplement a LOT of lore from vampire: the masquerade, like an insane amount. but know that the lore i do supplement is not fully meant to adhere vtm's exact laws. i bastardize the hell out of / rewrite it for the fallen london setting just to have fun. i am not fully faithful to either vtm's or fl's lore. they're more like guidelines and i do what i want cuz i wanna.
ships.
romantic shipping rules, to reiterate, i won't write romantic ships without us at least mentioning it beforehand, even if it's just to ask if we can, just so i know! That being said, all my muses (unless noted) are shippable with any adult. I am open to shipping with anyone & I love writing romance. I don't see it as something to feel ashamed of, so if at any point you think you would like to try developing a ship with me, honestly just feel free to ask. I will likely say yes & even if it doesn't work out, we can make something out of our interactions in the end. side note, i do write explicitly sexual / nsfw threads as i'm starting to branch out. all nsfw is tagged as "suggestive" with a read more. i prefer smut that serves a plot or character building, but i'm not strict!
method.
I am slow with replies, my schedule is sporadic. Do not remind me of replies, I have them drafted, I promise. You may ask to make sure I do, if you'd like, however do not hound me. If you unfollow & refollow constantly bc of my slow activity, I'll just block you. Additionally, I usually hard block when I unfollow someone so I don't accidentally re-follow them. THE BEST WAY TO APPROACH ME is through my inbox, either unprompted or with memes. I highly encourage you to turn those responses into threads, as I am not very good with starters & starter calls will be rare moving forward. I also welcome random starters being tagged to me. I am OC & Multimuse friendly.
format.
I typically write anywhere from 2-3 paragraphs in my replies, but I am fine both writing shorter and longer. Please know that I'm terrible at keeping things to one line, however. If you primarily write dialogue, I'm probably not the partner for you. I use animated face claims but literally don't care what my partner uses tbh. If my partner does not have icons, I will match this & write iconless with them, however. I use colored text sometimes & small text all the time, ask me not to use either & I will adjust for you. I format and make ~ fancy graphics ~ just bc i find it really fun, not as a necessity : don't be afraid to communicate. For the most part, I'll bend my format to match my partner's for small things.
credit.
i made my carrd from scratch. various blog graphics (post dividers, banners, etc), i had commissioned from jardinae & (icon psd) demonxseringfx. almost all non-face claim character art on my blog is from my fiancé londonfallen, or an outside source we commissioned (credit will be linked). most of my characters are ocs, but some of them are canon characters from fallen london itself : however, they are heavily, HEAVILY canon divergent, some to the point of unrecognizability! so what i'm saying is, i take... so many creative liberties from canon source material lmao. | carrd art is from this artist. blog theme coding is from hyruleshop.
personals.
personal blogs may follow me, but please understand etiquette when it comes to following rpers if you are not a rper yourself: do not reblog our threads, headcanons, or character content without permission. you may like posts / threads / etc so long as you do not reply to said post or reblog them. if you have a rp sideblog, feel free to let me know! don't im me, but you're okay to send me msgs to my inbox.
affiliation.
this blog is heavily, heavily, heavily affiliated with londonfallen and my muses & lore are extremely affected by and tied with their muses. my characters have set "canon" storylines, relationships, romances, and etc all tied to his blog. that does not mean i exclusively only ship or write with him, but it does mean there are times those threads / storylines take precedence. don't let my affiliation with my fiancé's blog scare you away though, i AM happy to write with others and plot / ship / build up interactions with them!! just know my lore may seem all over the place at times because there is... so much world building that happens behind the scenes lmao.this blog is tentatively starting to follow more people because i was waiting to have more bios & character info filled out before i did so. hence why 90% of my blog is only writing with one person. it took a long time to flesh out my muse roster, that's why. :')
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this is a simple glossary & lore resource at-a-glance because the fallen london & etc wikis can be an absolute nightmare to look at, but please keep in mind fallen london's world is pretty nonsensical and just wild even for those who do play the game/s. it's okay not to understand things and also to just make shit up tbqh lmao. but also... feel free to ask in my inbox or ims if you have questions. anons are also welcome to do so. <3
London has fallen!
. . . and with it, so have the people ; lapsed in depravity. ❞
Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvelous. Here, you can find everything from immortality to unnervingly good mushroom wine.The Bazaar stole London four decades ago. Of course, only anarchists and revolutionaries say 'stole' anymore. Everyone who matters has grown to know and love the status quo. It's quiet down here. All those jewels and mushrooms and all that black water. What could be better?Now known as Fallen London or the Fifth City, London was formerly the capital of the British Empire... until it was kidnapped by the Bazaar and its Masters and sunk down into the lawless cavern called the Neath. In exchange for saving the life of the ailing Prince Albert, whom Queen Victoria loved dearly, she betrayed London and sold it to the masters.
Now london is overrun with beast, monster, and human alike. but that's all just a typical day, here in the neath. men who are half squid walk among us, vampires and their mortal enemies - the werewolf, not to even mention the fae and all their ilk... or, ugh the fungi. gods, cultists, and their leaders... anything goes here, in a city whose layout is ever changing, a neverending mystery to its fallen citizens.The streets of London have been bent into a labyrinth with the Bazaar at the labyrinth's heart. Finding your way around can be troublesome...Things have changed since the Fall, and names have been replaced - but more strangely, as the years pass, Londoners have begun to notice that new maps contradict their predecessors (let alone the illegal ones from before the fall). Perhaps there are just no worthy cartographers in this city; but seasoned zailors and geography professors have reported similar observations all over the Neath. For someone standing just under the spires of the Bazaar, the directions to any other point of interest would be the same, but the route would be different each time. There are rumors about a map of London so precise that it can even track the smallest deviations of each road. But if something like this existed, it would be locked away from the public. Remember, the Masters don`t like it when people dig too deep...
mr pages beauticious book of handy history...
01. TERMS & WORDPLAY.
the masquerade: The Masquerade is an organized disinformation campaign heavily enforced by Kindred society (mainly the Camarilla), meant to convince humans that vampires and various other supernatural creatures do not exist.the fall: the day that london sunk to the neath. the sky was overrun by hundreds of thousands of bats, and flooded in white lacre.world of darkness: referred to as a blanket term for the supernatural world & its political players. consists of werewolves, kindred, and any non-human creatures in their vicinity.zail: to sail.zailors: sailors who zail the zee.kine: what the world of darkness refers to humans / human-adjacent creatures as.kindred: vampires.the embrace: the act of a kindred turning another kine or mortal into a vampire. this requires them to be drained completely, to the point of near-death, of their own blood and then to consume the vampire's. the process is incredibly pleasurable rather than painful.vitae: blood, the primal essence and energy of life, and also, for kindred, a source of immeasurable pleasure.sire: the vampire responsible for embracing a childe.childe: a term used to refer to a vampire in relation to their sire, the individual who embraced them.fledgling: a recently embraced kindred.
02. PEOPLES & HISTORIES.
the masters of the bazaar: the bat-like coalition of elder vampires responsible for sinking london to the neath 40 years prior. they are a mixture of pleasant and dangerous, but all of them are feared & unknown. they are using the city's populace to write & collect love stories, though londoners do not know what their end goal is with them or their city. they are led by mr veils, but vote on city matters as a council. they are criminal bats who came from space... not that london knows that. wikithe camarilla: the camarilla is the most organized of the vampiric sects, an elite club that favours tradition and control of the mortal populace from behind the scenes. Across their domains, they enforce six major Traditions, chief among them being the Masquerade.londoners: those who reside in london.rubbery men: squid-like people who appeared in london after the fall, and have since become regularly seen citizens of the city. wikiclay men as their name suggests, they are living statues and often take up physical labor jobs throughout london. wikigarou: a clan of werewolves, specifically the only clan that is present within the neath.the family: the kindred who make up the incestuous, mafia-like giovanni clan. they're banned from camarilla territory, including the neath, due to disgust surrounding their clan practices. winter decrees any giovanni caught in his territory will be exexcuted without trial. mr shrouds is given an exception as the elder, seeing as it is estranged from what the clan has become since its original inception. wiki
03. PLACES & THINGS.
the neath: everywhere underground, from fallen london to the zee to the other territories in the zee. the "neath" is where everyone underground resides.fallen london: the fifth city the masters of the bazaar have sunk. london is 40 years into its lifespan in the neath, and there is very little sign of the four cities that came before.the unterzee: the "zee" is a massive underground ocean to the east of fallen london. its salt waters, teeming with life including monsters aplenty, are the impossible color peligin. wikihell: did you know the devils live in the neath, too? well, they do. they're dastardly things, do play nice with them. and don't lose your soul.caminus yards: a shipyard factory + shop in Fallen London that sells diverse useful ship equipment. This is where the good stuff is, if you can afford it. The dangerously jovial Mr Fires manufactures the most intimidating, least carefully tested devices.flowerdene factory: london's fashion factory owned and operated by the beguiling mr veils, whom is rarely ever present on the premises despite. if it is on the premises, someone has surely died. or, more likely, they are about to. there is no greater slaughter than the fashion season.
WIP / WORKING ON THIS PAGE.
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if you have trouble with my large muse list, this is to help narrow down options! you can request anyone, but these are intro/lore beginner-friendly muses. > elysium, mr pages, adrien, winter, odette, sherlock, lucius, lucinda, nikolai, nymphesse, storm, flowermaker, moriarty, irene, eos, mr graces, mr stones, mr zees.
all character bios are being moved to google docs & will be linked as such on the following pages when updated.
❝ fall on down, now ❞
LONDONERS. from street urchins to churchgoers to the nobility of honeyed affairs, londoners are those who dwell in the neath city proper. for the most part, they stick to land, going about their day to day, however odd and out of the ordinary (or, rather, ordinary for them) it may be. they are undead and human, child and adult, cat and pigeon, tomb colonist and fungi. there is never a dull moment among the populace, no matter how outwardly sane they may look.
❝ don't you want to be a cult leader?
since the death of god there has been a vacancy open!
you can fill that void! here's how... ❞
❝ beware salt's curse ❞
UNTERZEE. those who have dedicated their lives, however long or short they may be, to the unterzee. they are zailors, captains, crew, drownies, sirens, traders, monsters, poor, and rich. whatever their goals, they all share one thing in common : they live a life that puts them in direct danger perhaps even more-so than those who stay in london proper. death is merely an inconvenience in the neath, but to zailors at zee, it is more inconvenient, and certain, than most.
❝ amen, amen, amen ❞
LEADERS & CULTISTS. the occult underground, both holy and decidedly less so. wrapped in secrecy and hidden from the public eye, the cults of london operate in the shadows, their players piece 'pon a board that if seen, would tear all they have worked for asunder. some seek ascension, others holy recognition, but very few hold intentions that extend beyond recognition for any but themselves. leaders of these societies fall 'pon the gods blades hoping for divinity, for better and worse.
❝ heavens will fall ❞
GODS. judgements, hours, names, divinity. the pantheon of london is made up of a variety of deities, from those who were around long before the time of humanity, to gods born from the flesh of mortals who ascended to higher plains. each has their own set of rules, devotees, blessings, curses, stories : some are kinder than others, whilst many are cruel. the gods are fickle and the balance of power between them is constantly shifted. be careful to whom you pray, for they may just answer your prayers.
❝ oh dear, good luck ❞
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR. an eccentric, mysterious and concerning group of individuals who near run the goings-ons of many pieces of london's society. the masters are made up of a variety of kindred, notably from varying clans, whose every balance of power affects the citizens of london. to catch the eye of the bazaar is both a dangerous and exciting game, but to hold the interest of a master is more a curse than a blessing that every londoner dreads. the masters are not gods, but many fear them as if they were.
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artists who do not fear censor, eccentrics who do not care for ostracizing, and fungi who war with bohemian's over poetry : london's streets are made up by the oddest individuals and few of them offer a trustworthy hand to hold. devils, vampires, humans, and tentacles alike are all neighbors here. just another day in london, innit?
❝ the doctor, shadow broker.
they / them › your new best friend
exchange for a favor of their demand. they're the bane to those in power, but a gem to any who utilize their services to scrounge up dirt on their fellow londoners. they never remove their garb, and are only known as "the doctor" to those who acquaint themselves with them. so powerful is their reach, even the masters of the bazaar have little choice but to play along with their games.
WARNING:
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❝ the beaks of ravens cackling, i break the high and mighty, i don't take insults lightly...
a faceless, nameless shadow broker who operates across all streets in the neath. the doctor is a frequent presence across all of the neath, from london to the zee to hell : they know everything about everyone, including the things that people don't want known, from the high and mighty, to the orphans lining the streets. a one-cryptid source for everyone's secrets in the city, they hold information on every cult, cultist, trader, zailor, urchin, devil, fungus, and god alike. no one knows anything about them, however, making them a dangerous foe to have for those with secrets they'd like protected. they seem not to have any loyalty towards one faction over another in london and can be swayed to trade information to anyone about anyone, in . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
this muse will know things about your muse they are not supposed to, to a godmode level. if this bothers you, don't interact w them.
ASEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade, it's all a lie, honestly, it's eating me alive...
veilgarden's beloved red rose is london's most prolific and sought after dancer : a man by the name of lucius, who takes residence at eve's garden, a popular nightclub offering refuge to those in the city with lascivious tastes. for the right price, his attention can be bought, and his large cliental base is a testament to how charming much of the public finds him. when off stage, he is often on the arm of london's artisans, making him a scandalous yet undoubtedly desirable partner to bring the company of to veilgarden's many soiree's. he touts himself as being entirely professional, keeping all relationships strictly business, both in bed and out in the public. despite his upbeat demeanor while working, however, he's rumored to be an incredibly demure, depressed . . . .
tw! this character deals with topics of sexual assault, physical / mental / emotional / sexual abuse, drug addiction, and body dysmorphia.
DEMISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ lucius ionescu, eden's rose.
he / him › kindred › toreador
man when on his own by the other dancers. his mask in public is well crafted to hide his personal suffering : a victim of a manipulative industry, he once sought work in show business, only to fall to the trappings of corrupt agents and underhanded entertainment work. he is held in sex work against his will and frequently abused by both his clients and his management.
WARNING:
EVE'S GARDEN › SEX WORKER, DANCER
❝ nikolai pavlo, fortune writer.
he / they › half-kine › demigod
ones to experience the last moments of their life and what they were feeling before they died : or, more practically, aid in the solving of many homicide cases committed in london, for the few detectives who still care to see justice through for the general populace. he considers himself a side show more than anything else, only seeking to keep his head down and live a quiet life.
PLENTYS CARNIVAL › TAROT READER
❝ chasing after you is like a fairytale, but i feel like i'm glued on tight to this carousel...
one of the carnies available for entertainment at mrs plenty's carnival, nikolai is widely sought after for his tarot readings regarding the strength of one's future, love life, and current luck. though it's all a parlor trick, his visions aren't feigned : he is able to see into the lives, futures, and deaths of those around him, a "gift" imparted upon him by the witch-and-sister, and sister-and-witch, the hours of the glory whom birthed him. he utilizes this power freely, though his mysterious demeanor makes it difficult to know if he does so in order to aid others, or to swindle them, skewing the results to what they'd like to hear. that being said, he can also transport one's soul into another's memories, making it possible for those who have lost loved . . . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ father, looking at me, tell me, what do you see? will i ever be free? have i crossed the line?
the mysterious, yet kind former heir to the ashburnum noble estate (and helsing vampire hunting legacy). once a respected figure in london society, cassius ashburnum quickly fell from the bazaar's good graces when, seemingly out of nowhere, he set the entirety of the ashburnum's emporium located within the bazaar itself ablaze. voted on and stripped of his name and title by the furious masters of the bazaar for the damage sustained, he was thrown to the dredges of london's societal circle. he took what money the ashburnum's maintained after their exile and ran, abandoning his family to its fate whilst taking up a new identity, elysium. using what he had to open a bookstore in the crowds of spite by the name of once upon, he takes . . . . . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ "elysium", dear aphrodite...
he / him › lycanth › garou
steps to ensure his invisibility in the masses, slowly sinking away from london's public eye, cassius assumed dead with the flames he lit. of course, one wonders why a noble heir of his caliber would take his life so suddenly and drag his family down with him : he must, london supposes, have been a revolutionary! cassius, then... a martyr for their cause against the masters.
ONCE UPON › BOOK KEEPER
❝ elias moriarty, the phantom thief.
he / him › kindred › giovanni caitiff
london whilst evading capture and took up residence in one of the abandoned mansions in the city. he crafted himself a new identity and turned to high profile theft from the masters to fund his survival. his exploits earned him a place in the adventures of sherlock and jack, but he keeps to himself. london doesn't realize he's real, now living as a self-proclaimed caitiff among them.
WARNING:
GENTLEMAN THIEF › MAGICIAN
❝ he was seen on occasion staring at the sea, in a feud with family, he stole the dog and dyed it lime green...
the giovanni, an incestuous clan of kindred banned from entering camarilla territory, does not accept runaways : once someone is a part of the family, they're trapped there. groomed and seemingly raised into the perfect heir for the scottish branch of the family, moriarty began planning from a very young age to escape the dunsirns, and put on quite a performance to do so : he let them abuse him, assault him, and bore it with a smile while he trained every single facet of his life to acquire the skills necessary to break free. magic, combat, athletics... he became the perfect phantom, and was able to steal his heart back from the depths of the giovanni vault the day after his embrace into their clan. damning the entire bloodline he'd been forced into, he ran to . . . . . .
tw! the story of this muse touches on topics of trauma from being groomed, abused, and sexually assaulted by family members (mentioned only).
DEMISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ feel like a brand-new person, but you'll make the same old mistakes, stop before it's too late...
a polarizing presence in the caitiff commune of london's societal cast-offs, adrien is actually a survivor of the fourth city's quelling when london was first sunk by the masters, though he doesn't tend to talk about it or really care for remembering it. it's "all the same to him" : the fact he survived is something a joke, though, for someone who has spent so much time in his life trying to die. coming from a volatile, violent past from a surface, family and religion that punished him for his sexuality, he fled to the neath long before london was established, and despite making every effort to get himself killed, has managed to stay alive in the presence of increasing danger. unwilling to kill himself, but devoid of a reason to live . . . . . . .
tw! this character deals with topics of internalized homophobia, intense religious trauma, eating disorders, self harm, and suicide attempts.
HOMOSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ adrien rosario, the wretched.
he / him › kindred › caitiff
after mr fires and mr irons shut down the only project he'd ever poured his time and heart into since coming to the neath, a planetarium he was responsible building and engineering new technology for, he went to go work for fires directly at caminus yard factories in hopes of provoking its flash-tempered boss into doing it for him. instead, he got promoted. lovely.
WARNING:
SUPERVISOR › CAMINUS YARDS
❝ sherlock holmes, honey addled detective.
they / them › kine › immortal human
their prey, starry-eyed and skipping heartbeats at the idea that one who hunts the supernatural could fall so deeply in love with it. sherlock themself has never read nor cared for such novelizations and makes no commentary on the authors who make tale out of their exploits, too terribly focused on their hunt for kindred to waste time on prettily written fictions.
VAMPIRE HUNTER › CONTRACTED
❝ lover, hunter, friend, and enemy : you will always be every one of these. nothing's fair in love and war...
the world's greatest vampire hunter by trade, sherlock themself is the neath's most prolific and beloved detective in the city, if only because their exploits are penned almost entirely by ravenously bewitched onlookers who froth at the fang over their game of cat-and-mouse with london's seemingly omnipresent serial killer, jack-of-smiles. they are one of few who have taken up arms to exterminate the kindred populace of the neath for no other reason than for the reward to be gained from the church, claiming their ilk to be demons unworthy of life. while the bane of many kindred and their lovers, the romantic affairs of sherlock holmes and jack-of-smiles novelizations oft write dreamy rhetoric of a forbidden love between the detective and . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
DEMISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ you thought you could go free, the system is done for. if you listen closely, there's a knock at your front door...
formerly a master of the bazaar, vlad is an enigmatic bat who spends its time locked away in the house of chimes, unbeknownst to its former colleagues, who have not caught word of its existence in a good several thousand years. despite being credited by kine fairytales for the spread of vampirism in human society, it has refused to infect kine with the curse of its bloodline, ultimately deciding that their people, the curators, do not have any right to exist alongside humanity after the wrongs they have committed not only to the people they've taken over as defacto rulers, but also towards one-another. its separation from the bazaar occurred following the betrayal of ▮▮ ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮, which left it so disgusted with the entirety of the masters coalition . . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ vlad tepes, count dracula.
it / its › elder kindred › vanias
that it decided to disappear from their sight without a word nor trace. none have seen it since, though there are ghastly rumors among the masters themselves that at times mr chimes seems to act strangely violent towards its fellow bats... vlad acts as a revolutionary in the shadows, a master only in memory, pulling strings around london to prepare for their inevitable demise.
MR CHIMES › IMPOSTER
❝ irene adler, queen of the elephants.
she / her › kindred › tzimisce, sabbat
of their former selves, of which there was oft so little. she targets the downtrodden and poor who already have so little, before plucking away what little they respite they do have in their dreams for themselves. she is rumored to be employed by moriarty due to their similar methods, and this is often speculated in the fictional rewrites of sherlock's adventures.
DREAM THIEF › FOURTY ELEPHANTS
❝ love is just a history that they may prove and when you're gone, i'll tell them my religion's you.
london's fashionable and well-liked crimelord, irene is a thief known for what she is, yet unable to be charged for her crimes as per lack of evidence for the work she commits. one of sherlock's frequent adversaries, and only occasional allies, she frequently gets tied into the novelizations along both the vampire hunter themselves, as well as with jack-of-smiles, as she oft interferes with their rendezvous. she is a jewel thief whom primarily seizes money and power through the use of slipping into londoner's dreams and robbing them of the passions, possessions and personal goals that fill their sub conscious. this manner of thievery leaves no trace of her or her elephant's involvements behind, but leaves those stolen from a pathetic, penniless husk of their . .
BISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ i enjoy being able to be a witness of the loneliness and be a higher power, in case there isn't one...
a prioress from abbey rock, sister jenny is known through a great deal of london for running the parlour of virtue, eve's garden's only real competition in london's night scene. (yes, a nun running a brothel!) once elected mayor of london for a year after winning the 1894 election in a landslide, she ran on a platform of social reform, touting that "fortune favours the bold!" an open secret given her movements of social reform, sister jenny is sympathetic towards - if not outright allied with - london's revolutionaries, making her relationship with the masters of the bazaar complicated, if not dangerous, where she advocates for fair treatment of workers and for an end to child labor, as well as seeking to slay the vake for public safety. there are many . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ sister jenny, sinning jenny.
she / her › kindred › toreador
purveyors of nocturnal services in london, but sinning jenny is certainly the most notorious. she is said to have strangled quite a senior devil with a pair of scarlet stockings gifted to her from mr wines, though there seems to be some confusion about whether this was in fact a paid service. (regardless, sister jenny is likely not to be the sort of girl you could take home to your parents.)
NUN › PARLOUR OF VIRTUE BROTHEL
❝ arkadi vasiliev, deluded rabbit.
he / him › kindred › malkavian
artists who are stuck in the past / hung up on classical styles. within his domain, he enforces a policy that those who seek his audience must wear a masquerade mask that conceals the entirety of their face when in his presence. none know why publicly, but the bane of his madness has manifested in his inability to see people's faces as anything other than rotting rabbit corpses.
EDITOR IN CHIEF › AESTHETICA
❝ get the shivers when i look into your eyes, i can tell that you're all in, 'cause i can hear your heart beating...
the editor-in-chief of london's very own art and fashion editorial, aesthetica, arkadi is a well known and renowned member of veilgarden's artisan society. a fashion designer by personal trade, he has taken up the mantle of publishing pieces on london's various artists, establish and up-coming both, while simultaneously critiquing their work. he holds an incredible amount of power over these artisans, capable of making and breaking their careers with a single publication : those he praises tend to be all the rage, highly sought after, whilst those who face the lash of his barbed, new wave tongue oft struggle until they next impress him. he values those who think outside the box and move the art world forward, disparaging . . . . . . . . . . .
HOMOSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ they wrapped your wrists in silver, took your crown, they washed the blood from each finger and hand...
an urchin who grew up on the streets of london, alicia is a thinblood who was taken in by the vasiliev family at the behest of arkadi's wishes for a younger sister. though the two met as adults, their bond was almost like that of twins : and thus, she was adopted into the malkavian clan despite her status as one of the wretched. malkavians who adopt others into their clan are not kind to their psyche when they do so: oft they will mindbreak those who join them, and alicia is no exception. though not a malk by blood, she's certainly as mad as one, driven insane by the very family who adopted her, albeit with her own blessing and consent to make her "one of them." she's a librarian who works closely with mr virtues at the monastery, spending a . . . . . . . . .
HOMOSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ alicia vasiliev, deluded kitten.
she / her › kindred › thinblood malkavian
great deal of her time logging and recording the ongoings of london's occult population, particularly and specifically that of the cult's leaders and their daily lives. she's not artistically inclined as her brother is, but rather a woman of science. this would have led to her ostracization on the surface, so while she has had a rough life, she is content where she is now.
ARCHIVAL ASSISTANT › MONASTERY
❝ lovek victoria, the corpse prince.
he / she / him / her › kine › human
in its cage, he's not sure whether that's a blessing. he's trapped with a family who can't understand who he is, separate from whom he was, and even if he wanted to see the world, surely it would kill him if he left. he jokes himself a prince waiting for a princess to save him, not like all the usual fairytales. but in truth, he thinks that meeting his final death would be a kinder fate.
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ROYAL CASTLE › PRINCE OF LONDON
❝ queen had this son, you see... pretty little nit, silly little thing, had his chance for the moon on a string...
queen victoria has children, though very few who are explicitly known to the public at large. an overzealous daughter here, a scorned son there! the youngest born, of course, never had a claim to the throne. even had he, he'd never live to see himself sit in it, if the neath ever finally claimed his reclusive parents. lovek was born a terribly sickly thing, though nothing like what awaited him in adulthood. shortly before london fell, he'd come down with a dreadful cough, and a mite bit more problematic after it. plagued by tuberculosis, he'd already been one foot through death's door before the bats came. now he's just taking his sweet time walking through, since the neath's strange culture has kept him alive longer than he ought to have lived. locked in the palace, like a bird . .
tw! this character deals with topics of mortality, fatal illness, mental / emotional abuse, transphobia, and suicidal ideation.
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ could never tell you what happened the day i turned seventeen, the rise of a king and the fall of a queen...
eve's garden is a home to all the dancers who work in it, welcoming to all walks of life, no matter the prejudices that permeate kindred society ... even for the thinbloods that are oft forgotten among their ilk. not one of the most sought after dancers in the club, but certainly not one to be overlooked, "lottie" is a rambunctious and happy-go-lucky girl that most patrons avoid due to her thin blood, but who has a high return rate for clients for those who take a chance on hiring her. she's incredibly pleasant and kind company, which is far from the norm in the neath. despite not enjoying the depths of her work, she does enjoy performing for veilgarden and maintains her bright-eyed innocence despite the dim position in life others seem to be convinced she's been . . . . . . . .
tw! this character deals with topics of sexual assault, physical / mental / emotional abuse, eating disorders, and suicide attempts.
ASEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ loretta, "lottie", the outcast.
she / her › kindred › thinblood
subjected to. unlike the garden's favored rose, her demeanor doesn't seem to be feigned at all ... though she doesn't always hold herself together the best, on the days that are bad. prone to emotional fits and outbursts, lottie is sometimes taken off the floor because she breaks down sobbing in the middle of her sets. no matter how the owners try, they can't find out what's wrong.
WARNING:
EVE'S GARDEN › SEX WORKER, DANCER
❝ lucinda ciccone, black sheep.
she / her › kine › human
mansion that had until then been her world. the man rescued her before "the family" ever knew she'd been there at all, and though she begged him not to leave her alone, he gave her a pouch of echoes, told her to escape italy and run to london in seek of aid from its phantom. alone with only the trail of "giovanni" to follow ... all she could do was obey.
NEW ARRIVAL › NO ONE OF NOTE...
❝ cheri, cheri lady, goin' through a motion, love is where you find it, listen to your heart...
as a young child, her mother had always told her, you’re my sweetest child in this world. so you can’t go outside. you know, right, this is also for your sake? the outside world is full of wolves. they would eat the sweet, sweet you whole. she would leave for hours or days at a time, lock her daughter in that gilded cage, and without question, throw away the key. the family didn't know lucinda existed, and her mother did everything she could to keep it that way : a daughter born in secret, imprisoned for twenty years before she would be set free. the ciccone branch was killed for their outspeak against the cappadocian genocide ... but lucinda didn't know what the world of darkness was, or who had finally broken the locks to barge into the wing of her mother's . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ forgiving who you are for what you stand to gain, just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away...
curators are already strangers among kine and the kindred-from, but even among its own kind, mr stars is both an oddity and an exception. willingly separating itself from the politics and bloodlines of its kind's world of darkness, it has effectively rendered itself caitiff by choice with no bloodline to its own name. it does, however, have an enviable perch above most caitiff in society, which even the masters of the bazaar greatly disparage. it is the only non-fae to have ever stepped foot inside of sunken venice, permitted by their king to settle among them. it was they who named it after the celestial space from which it had come. it does not bother with the master's proclamations nor london's laws, only ever a temporary visitor among those . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ mr stars, the fae's marquis.
it / its › curator › caitiff
lesser streets. an atelier by trade, it comes to the city often to make trade with the populace before disappearing once again into the fae's protective veil over venice. it coins itself a curious wanderer, beholden neither to city nor exile. it is welcome to return to the high wilderness when it so pleases, and thus, it fears not the debts nor love stories that hang over the heads of its ill-fated brethren.
SUNKEN VENICE › MARQUIS
❝ bastian victoria, the afflicted prince.
he / him › kine › human
the differences in the world they come from, comparatively to the royalty of his own. he's a prolific member of london's art scene and is known for work that mixes religious occultism with surreal gothic influences. ironically, most of his art focuses on the beauty of myths such as vampirism, godhood, angels, and the underworld. he works solely in monochromes and hates tabloids.
ROYALTY › A PARAMOUNT PRESENCE
❝ he knew he was hypnotized and walking on cold, thin ice... then it broke, and he awoke again...
most of queen victoria's children left her side after the fall of london, if not for the sake of their own reputations, then certainly for their own personal endeavors. bastian is no exception, most aggrieved by the traitorous queen's deal struck with the masters of the bazaar forty years prior. though his elder sister oft takes london's tabloids by storm with her egregious misconduct, victoria's middle son prefers to mind the politer side of society. he's a sycophant known to spend his time spared between the likes of mr veils and mr irons, conducting business on their behalf where a kinder touch is required. despite this, he's shockingly sheltered - he has no idea of the dark world he walks in, nor does he much understand the average citizen in london, or . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ as hours pass, i'll let you know... i need to ask, before i'm alone, how it feels to rest on your holy lips...
an artisan among mr virtues clergy, damien is an incredibly ancient kindred whom predates even the first city's fall - one of mr veils' original progenitors of its bloodline. though many of the elder tremere-from-kine have spread far and wide when not facing summons, chastain has chosen to stay within the neath for his own personal endeavors, though not even the masters themselves could share what it is about the caverns, and specifically its occult, that captivates him so. he is a religious man only by opportunity - finding power within whatever religion is king among the current populace. at this point in time, he is a priest, preaching the word of christ whilst wearing the skin of a millennia old demon ... but he's every bit as corrupt as . . . . . . . . . .
GREYSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ damien chastain, an angel, fallen.
he / him › kindred › tremere
the masters he's in service to. his vows of mercy and chastity are a front which provides him with a pristine image within the city and his peers ... all while seeking something that has long promised rapture. outside of his duties with the ministry, he is a beloved musician, frequent columnist for aesthetica, and always an obfuscant opponent for those playing the marvellous.
THE MINISTRY › PRIEST
❝ maverick, the private eye.
he / they › kindred › toreador
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SCOTLAND YARD › DETECTIVE
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HOMOSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
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HOMOSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ levi finch, the constable.
he / him › kindred › gangrel
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THE MINISTRY › CONSTABLE
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zailors are individuals who have chosen to brave the zee, whose dark expanse has claimed many a foolish soul in its tepid waters. from traders to seekers of stone's fountain of youth, all of them have donned zails and zubmarines in search of their goals. very few of them have ever come back to port without lasting trauma.
❝ xuesong ou-yang, tea master.
he / she / they › half-kine › dhampyr
to / from the neath and surface trade ports out at zee. though he, themself, would rather not be involved in illicit activities, the safety of those close to him is far more important, thus, he operates in the shadows to cover up the ongoing work that comes in and out of his shop. reborn with a different affliction each time he is reincarnated after his murder, his current incarnation is blind.
ZAILING VESSEL › CONTESSA
❝ i looked around in a blood-soaked gown and I saw something they can't take away...
xuesong is a vampyr turned dhampyr through reincarnation, whom fled from china with their twin brother to escape the judgement of the kuei-jin kindred. as jin hai, they rebuked those of their people who descended into darkness by siding with the kuei-jin, but found their brothers and sisters who stood with them aptly slaughtered for their shared devotion in upholding a righteous morality that conflicted with the world of darkness. as a dhampyr, xuesong has been killed and reborn countless times, not quite immortal, but not quite allowed to rest in peaceful afterlife. having fled to london, they operate a tea shop in the neath, a front they use to disguise illegal trade activity for their brother as they import cursed, valuable trinkets . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ we're chasing down the devil, chasing down the gods, and i hope you find your dream...
a kuei-jin who fled from his own people to protect his younger brother from the slaughter of the jin hai, yufei led him to the depths of london in hopes that by descending 'neath europe, far from the bloodbath of china's world of darkness, they would be free of the political and social strife brought about by kindred on the surface. though a loving brother, he is far more crafty than his twin and doesn't adhere entirely to the benevolent moral code that xuesong wishes he would. he is fiercely protective, always going out of his way to offer safe passage for dhampyr and vampyr alike, though he still demands payment for services rendered on his zee vessel. a key player in the spice and tea trades, he is the one at the helm of zee expeditions overseen . . . . . . . . . . .
BISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ yufei ou-yang, tea trader.
he / him › kindred › kuei-jin
by his brother's tea shop, oft dealing directly with the masters, particularly spices and medicines, as well as the questionable underground of london's crime syndicates. he always plays himself as a clueless foreigner in hopes that he will trap uncultured londoners in a game of manipulation, often claiming not to understand english, accents, business terms, or threats.
ZAILING VESSEL › CONTESSA
❝ eos, runaway ventrue prince.
he / him › kindred › ventrue
year ago in hopes of building a free life for them. he was met, as those who seek a better life often are, with disappointment. no matter where one runs, they cannot escape the cruelty of the world : but, he supposes, at least out on the waves of the zee, they can largely avoid other kindred. his solitude, of course, has not stopped the ventrue clan from trying to track his family down.
ZAILING VESSEL › ZAIL LA VIE
❝ dear fellow traveler under the moon, i saw you standing in the shadows and your eyes were blue...
so often are ventrue hailed as proud, egotistical individuals who climb the ladder of power in the world of darkness via means of blood, it is unheard of for one of their camarilla princes to turn over their position of power willingly... or even more unbelievably, to run from their throne and the shackles of their masquerading society that comes along with it. eos is a blight upon master irons' bloodline, and a vindictive one at that. having managed to naturally birth a dhampyr daughter in which his kine partner died during childbirth, despite being kindred, he fled the surface and his position as camarilla prince of moscow in order to protect her. with the five year old in tow, he fled into winter's territory within london's neath only a . . . . . . . . . .
BISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ far over the misty mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns old ...
the elden ruler of sunken venice, whom claimed the city as his own when it at long last began to sink fully beneath the sea. he erected a barrier of magic around venice to spare what human populace remained from drowning, before the faeries swarmed to overrun its streets. his magicks trapped survivors within the city, and ensured that no outside influence from either london, nor hell, nor beyond would be able to enter. few can come and go as they please without permission, which has led to sunken venice remaining cut off from the rest of the neath. he refuses to negotiate with the masters of the bazaar, making it a punishable offense for those who are allowed to leave to attempt any means of trade or smuggling on their behalf. though he has . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ Évariste, king of venice.
he / they › fae › dragon
sent an emissary to london, each of her attempts to come to an agreement on their behalf has been met with rejection on venice's behalf. a dragon whom has claimed venice and its people as his horde, he is fiercely protective of what he considers his own. when he takes to the zee, it is for the sake of his own curiosity. often, he is mistaken as one of the unterzee gods.
HE NEEDS NO VESSEL › HE FLIES
❝ giselle, sunken venice ambassador.
she / her › fae › avian
and venice, though it is little more than a courtesy from fae who have little interest and no small amount of disdain for the elder kindred and their bloodlines. giselle is this envoy, an ambassador straight from venice who agreed to zail to london and take on the task of meeting with the city's people and its rulers in person. thus far, negotiations have been poor, as have manners.
ZAILING VESSEL › SERENITY
❝ if i were you, i'd give up on talking. you're surrounded by vipers, about to be a dead girl walking ...
london isn't the only city that's been stolen by the neath in recent times, though it's been lost to its own waters, free from the grisly dealings of bats and their bazaars. venice fell, or rather sunk, not too long after london was taken, and it's settled quite nicely in the zee, though not under the jurisdiction of the bazaar, or even hell, but rather a faction all its own. seized by the fae of the neath, they've driven out and blocked off what's now their territory from all outside influences, the masters included, and they refuse to let them anywhere near their city through use of confusing, hazy magicks. at the request, or thinly veiled command, of the masters, the fae have sent over a diplomatic envoy to meet with them regarding establishing a relationship between london . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ there will come a soldier
who carries a mighty sword,
and he will tear your city down...
not all curators cast from the high wilderness go on to become masters of the bazaar : be it lacking in power, or lacking in ambition, those who become displaced after the age of the master's rising are left to scatter throughout london's society and across the neath's zees. no one knows, of course, that mr faes has a brother, left behind in the high wilderness when it was chased out and only recently reunited after his own exile. mr ballads he calls himself, something of a bard who travels the zees with stories and fairytales that his elder sibling would be proud of, if it remembered he existed... cast out from the stars due to the crime of heresy and branded a heretic, ballads keeps his ambition for zailing the zees a secret close . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ mr ballads, chasing the sun.
he / him › curator › runt
to his chest. and with good reason, too. he suspects the current ruling sun above the neath to be a fake, a false sun that has replaced the judgement he so fervently worships. he was punished for his beliefs, and made to follow in faes' footsteps leaving the stars : but he hasn't given up his search, taking up boat and zail with the intent of finding salt, and seeking answers.
ZAILING VESSEL › SOLARIS
❝ elisabeth marie, the batkeep.
she / her › fae › nymph
populating the crew to look pretty, though she is tasked with sending and receiving letters passed between the crew and the shore, including mr zees' correspondance with the other masters of the bazaar, primarily mr nests. she'll send the occasional love letter to shore when bored for the drama of it all. she prefers pens to swords.
ZAILING VESSEL › FENRIR
❝ people pass by, always onto the next with a dead heart. they've got sad eyes, empty promises ...
a nymph who came to the neath when sunken venice finally disappeared beneath the ocean, she lived a great portion of her life during that city's lifespan among the fae. it was only when the fourth city fell that she ventured forth into the vast waves of the unterzee and joined a band of merry pirates whom eventually fell victim to a kraken deep beneath its murky waters. rescued by the fenrir, she bullied her way into the crew, promising mr shrouds a way into the city if it put in a good word for her with mr zees. she lied, of course, being that she was nobody back in venice, but zees found the entire ordeal so rousing that it accepted her into its crew anyways. her skill is minimal, however. her personal goals never seep beyond . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ thou shall not lie, thou shall not cheat. write it down a million times and hope it sets you free ...
a man displaced from time, mercutio was one of the first zailors to join mr zees' crew a great, great, great many ages ago, during the ancient civilization of mesopotamia. one of the few survivors since the first city, he is also a progenitor of the garou-from-kine bloodline. whether he holds any love for his position upon the fenrir is inconsequential when the alternative to staying on board is to be murdered by the acting master : but he has long accepted that he will be bound to the fenrir for the rest of his eternity. he, more than most and yet less than mr zees, tends to bear the brunt of nightmares aboard whenever they zail too far to the north. he often suffers the same fate as seekers do wherein his terrible luck and . . . . . . . . . . . .
ASEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ mercutio laurence, navigator.
he / him › lycanth › garou
circumstances are concerned. this is a great annoyance to him, who has only loose ties to the previous master of the nosferatu, and whom does not particularly care what became of him after the fall of the third city. the crew jokingly refers to him as davy jones, as it can be guaranteed that should anyone aboard the fenrir need dirty their hands, it will be him.
ZAILING VESSEL › FENRIR
❝ ezra beckett, the postman.
he / him › kindred › brujah
dramas. truthfully, he's just an exhausted deckhand who hates his job and is sick of making pennies to the hour. he's not as lonely as the other dead-end hires at caminus, though. he's got a little brother to keep off the streets, and as much as he'd like to haul him back to the surface, being embraced on london's streets stole the chance from him.
ZAILING VESSEL › AMARYLLIS
❝ work all night, work all day to pay the bills we have to pay. ain't it sad? in my dreams, i have a plan ...
unfortunately, someone has to zail all these parts from caminus yards out to the ports who do business with mr fires ... and that's ezra, for better or worse. he barely makes enough to survive day to day, much less maintain the shitty vessel he takes to the zee with, but alas! a job's a job, and it beats the work under mr irons. beckett's a real prodigy among zailors, though. give him a ship and he'll get it anywhere, whether he has a crew to man it or not. the zee loves him, even if he isn't very fond of it. rumor has it he's drowned at least five times, fended off entire pirate ships with nothing but a knife, and once fist fought a zee monster out in the depths. well, there's no way any of that is true, but london does love its little . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ my night, oh, my night, this love makes the night longer, these years of love between the city and i ...
a rare survivor of the third city and a forgotten fourth of the god-eaters, it's fitting and somewhat ironic that the man who bartered his own kingdom to the masters would survive into london's modern era. so few from the third remain, there's hardly any left to begrudge him, let alone recognize him - but he keeps his distance from the tomb colonies and former coalition nonetheless, having taken to the zees for the second city now. cursed with stones' blood, he is incapable of remaining in one place for too long, at any rate, lest his heart turn to sunlight and devour him ... multiple times, he has refused invitation to mr zees' eternal crew, and yet multiple times, he has survived a new city's fall. incapable of escape via . . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ atziri, the sovereign.
he / him › kindred › ravnos
death, now cursed with immortality, he resigns himself to lonely exploration of the neath's caverns, burdened by a city that has long laid to rest, and haunted by visions of a master who once satiated a monster's hunger. he does not seek reparations, nor does he pray for a reckoning. he wishes for a purpose, a man who has been displaced from time.
ZAILING VESSEL › SERENITY
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leaders of london's occult underground who all seek ascension into london's expansive pantheon. whilst most worship the hours ( one or several ) ruling over the mansus, some may seek instead the favor of gods at zee or deities long forgotten. regardless of their methods or reason, they share a similar goal : godhood, themselves.
❝ winter, the sainte, prince of london.
he / him › kindred › ventrue
returning to london proper to check in on the doves. curiously, he doesn't believe in either gods or the occult, though he both partakes in and theoretically should worship figures drenched in both. aside from tending to his business both professional and arguably holy, he is a renowned sculptor / painter whom practices messy impressionism: a prodigy, and an aesthetica darling.
CULT LEADER › TOWERS OF THE DOVE
❝ said it was true love, but you can't love anyone, because that would mean you have a heart...
the tower of the dove's charismatic but dishonest "angelic dove", winter attains his nickname from how gentle, even romantic, he presents himself both to those in his cult and to london's general public. he is the ventrue prince who rules the neath's kindred from the surface with an iron fist, enforcing the camarilla's masquerade so brutally that even those living under the bazaar's laws still adhere to the camarilla's. on the surface a soft-spoken man, he is affectionately called the angel of the doves, sainte. beneath the surface, however, he is sadistic, vindictive, and manipulative. ventrue indeed, he is a blueblood who makes an example of those who disrespect him. he spends most his time working in the unterzee's surface ports, only occasionally . . . . . . . . .
HOMOSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ you go down just like holy mary, mary on a cross : your beauty never, ever scared me...
though an lighthearted individual, romeo has a lived a notably difficult life ... of course, who hasn't, in the unforgiving arms of the neath? an urchin who lost his parents young, he and his sister grew up working the docks where they garnered quite a reputation among zailors who oft relied on them for stolen goods trades within the city proper for a ... somewhat fair price. eventually, they found their way into blackbeard's crew, an infamous pirate whom took the two of them under his wing. tragedy follows those who zail out to zee, however, and blackbeard was eventually claimed by the great kraken that lurks 'neath those dangerous waters. romeo stepped up to take control after, extending the role of second mate to his sister, and together, . . . . . . . . . . .
MONSTERFUCKER › SHIPPING PICKY
❝ romeo capulet, cthulhu's bride.
he / him › kindred › ravnos
they took up the mantle of the jolly roger. so, too, did he allow zailors to believe that blackbeard still zails their shores, never correcting those who assumed him to be the pirate king himself, for sake of keeping the man's legend alive and unsullied. his ambitious desire to reach divinity is oft overlooked by his reputation for... unsavory taste in bedfellows, to his advantage.
CULT LEADER › BRIDES OF CTHULHU
❝ fedir czermah, saint eve.
he / him › kindred › cappadocian
particularly violent or unsavory artists are picked out by the couple, fed poison apples, and taken under the veil of night to be tortured, killed, and raised from the dead in their practice of necromancy magicks. renamed eve in the neath, fedir presents as a saint, soft and fragile, but acts as the serpent's poison behind the scenes of the garden of eden, climbing towards godhood.
CULT LEADER › THE GARDEN OF EDEN
❝ just a holy fool, darling, love's so cruel, and jesus is my virtue, but judas is the demon i cling to...
one of the few cappadocians who successfully fled to london without being caught up in the giovanni's genocide, fedir and his husband struck a deal with the camarilla prince for their protection in the neath at the expense of being at his beck and call. homesick for the kindred culture they'd left behind, the two of them opened a lascivious night club, eve's garden, in the darkest depths of veilgarden to feed the libidinous artisan population in london, cementing them as well-to-do individuals in the city. they employ dancers, bartenders, and entertainment, though even they themselves are unawares of the darker roots that have taken hold under their noses within the club. that said, the club itself is already a front they use to operate occult practices . . . . . . . .
HOMOSEXUAL › SHIPPING CLOSED
❝ i told you twice, in our love letters, there's no stopping it now, we're the masters of our own fate...
tales of the sun-in-splendour's fall from the heavens speaks of a mutual decision made between two lovers who could not resist their hearts, while at tthe same knowing they had to uphold the laws of the sky : and so the splendour's death was bittersweet, but poetic. the truth is, he was betrayed. rather than defy the fate that foretold the disaster of their coupling the forge killed the splendour herself, and in his shattering, it was warned that one day he would return and it would spell the end for the ruling hours. cereza is the leader of birds of a feather, a cult dedicated to the remembrance and worship of the sun-in-splendour, awaiting the day that it rises back to the glory and steals back its throne from the forge. he claims to be the reincarnation . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ cereza, sun-in-splendour.
he / him › kine › reincarnated hour (?)
of the splendour, and passionately denies the doctrine of the forge of days and her cultists, putting him at direct odds with those who worship under her. he damns the visions of fate and preaches the importance of damning one's written destiny. deeply betrayed by the love who once spurned him, he has sworn to take her life, along with those gods in the glory who have supported her.
CULT LEADER › BIRDS OF A FEATHER
❝ odette levitsky, swan seeker.
she / her › kindred › cappadocian
wary of others and far more comfortable in the company of clay men and fungi, among other such outcasts. she resides with the blemmigan journalist colonies outside of london proper, for the most part keeping only to herself and her collection of othered followers, from pigeons to tomb colonists to the drowned. they are the only ones in london who would be caught dead with her.
CULT LEADER › THE STEPPES OF FAITH
❝ everything i am is because of you, but i know i won't die, i'll live without your love...
a fledging cappadocian whom fled from the surface to escape the massacre of her clan following her sire's murder at the hands of the giovanni, odette founded the steppes of faith cult upon finding comfort in the neath's pantheon, both for its chaos and the beauty she perceived of it. a strange case among the occult underground, she does not worship any particular high power, but rather pays respect to them all, from hours to names. deaf and mute, she has struggled greatly since her embrace to find a home in the world, and has since turned to drawing as a way of self expression through which she finds a way for her voice to be heard. soft in nature, she is easily taken advantage of both by fellow kindred and within london, making her very . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
DEMISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ they said this day wouldn't come, we refused to run, we've only just begun, you'll find us chasing the sun...
the seekers of the sun are a group of anarchist revolutionaries who seek to see the sun's light reign down upon the neath, imitating that of the surface. the vast majority of them are aware this would kill every neath citizen, themselves included, making them something of a band of suiciders. their leader, gabriel, also coined to be the sunseeker, is a nosferatu who has long been plagued by the desire to die via rising sun. though employed directly by the masters themselves, primarily those of mr irons and mr veils, the exchanges he trades with them for his services are things he has intention of turning against them in hopes of blowing the neath completely open for the judgements to reach proper. unlike the bulk of . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
BISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ gabriel antoine, the sunseeker.
he / him › kindred › nosferatu
london's freedom fighters, however, he harbors no specific feelings of disdain or hatred towards the masters themselves, nor london as a whole. his desire is solely to commit suicide via sunrise, and he is willing to take the entirety of the city out with him to achieve it. before he is strong enough to accomplish this, however, he knows he will need the power of the gods.
CULT LEADER › SEEKERS OF THE SUN
❝ dmitri vysotsky, the inquisitor.
he / him › fae › púca
of slaughtering all supernaturals in the city. this has led to a tense time of peace between the inquisitor and masters, in which dmitri is left to his own devices, primarily hunting down only those they deem to be "evil" : they are, at their heart, a coalition of hunters, though they do not only hunt kindred. dmitri himself seeks to quell the population of garou, relying upon sherlock for kindred.
CULT LEADER › THE INQUISITION
❝ a stroke of luck, or a gift from god? hand of fate, or devil's claws? from below or saint's above...
a mysterious figurehead responsible for establishing the inquisition's presence in london under the name of queen victoria, against the wishes of both the camarilla and the bazaar, the inquisitor is one of the largest threats to the world of darkness present in london at current. the inquisition is an organization within the roman catholic church tasked to rid the world of evil and heresy in all its forms in the name of god, making them direct opposition to many of london's most powerful forces. with the backing of the surfaceside inquisition branch, inquisitor vysotsky is an extremely dangerous political figure whom, if challenged by even the masters or prince of london, would bring the force of a holy army down upon the neath with intent . . . . . .
BISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ he has a wild imagination and tells me things that must be true, like there's a world where i take flight...
the leader of the london inquisition's holy army, specifically a trained subsection of vampire hunters tasked with looking into crimes of passion seemingly committed by supernatural citizens of the neath. though the constables of london oft do not care for the finer details of murders committed in cold blood, the holy hunters will track down those who kill with the intent of carrying out violent justice upon them, if they so happen to be of supernatural lineage. their prime target is jack-of-smiles, whom they seek to eradicate permanently, though sherlock holmes has always managed to find and kill jack before ilya and his group of soldiers. this has led to a conflict of interests in which ilya himself has begun to . . . . . . .
BISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ ilya vysotsky, the paladin.
he / him › kine › human
doubt the detective's intentions with jack. of course, as is the case with much of jack and sherlock's story, this has earned ilya a position in their novelizations as a rather horrid individual seeking to put an end to london's greatest love affair between hunter and vampire, a notion that is truly absurd. quick witted and serious, he hates dealing with the general public and masters alike.
CULT LEADER › THE INQUISITION
❝ mr pennies, the caretaker.
it / its › curator
of shifting where they've been positioned... they seek to break it. under the master's noses, they praise them, worship them like gods. long has pennies learned to play their song and dance, regarded as a pathetic figure to the bazaar's best and brightest. but in the depths of the shadows, where no master's eyes, even that of plagues, can reach, it plots to sunder london with a reckoning.
CULT LEADER › WELL OF SORROWS
❝ we look like we belong, and once i've got you, it's a fact, there's no turning back...
everything ends. even law. for everything, a reckoning. the masters of the bazaar are nothing but a gaggle of crooks and criminals masquerading as holier-than-thou serial killers : long have their own kind watched them in fear and disdain, some more than others. pennies knows what they did. it knows, and they do not deserve to forget their crimes. it pieced together a homunculus from a living being, little by little. it took its hand, led it to london, and helped turn it into the very sacrifice the master's thought dead. together, they established the well of sorrows with two goals in mind : the destruction of the masters of the bazaar first, and then the death of the heavens second. they do not seek to climb the great chain, or commit the blasphemy . . . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ n̸o̵w̶ ̷s̷p̴e̶l̸l̴ ̷a̴n̸s̴w̶e̴r̸,̸ ̷f̶-̵r̶-̵e̸-̸e̵-̵d̵-̸o̶-̶m̷,̸ ̸w̸r̶o̷n̷g̴,̷ ̸t̸r̵y̸ ̸a̶g̶a̸i̴n̵,̴ ̵n̶o̵w̵ ̶s̵p̷e̸l̷l̶ ̶m̵a̵n̵k̶i̶n̴d̷,̸ ̸d̵-̴i̴-̴s̶-̸e̶-̷a̵-̶s̵-̴e̵,̷ ̶n̵o̴w̶ ̵s̸p̵e̴l̶l̵ ̸s̶i̴n̸,̵...
betrayed. rotted. its bone and blood was traded, away : they said they would just take a little, but they consumed everything. ▮▮ ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ never was. isn't. never will be. thrown to the depths of a well, less than a corpse, the scraps of one ... but it crawled out. tooth and nail and tear and scream, it crawled out of the sapphir'd king's white well against the will of the judgements, and watched as the sun was thrust from the heavens, damned from its grace. the masters of the bazaar failed. the time for gods and bloodlines and masters and lacre is gone. it is time for an uprising. it isn't ▮▮ ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮, not really. but they are the same, in their heart of hearts. it changed itself. its face, its name, its personality, its identity. it stole from one . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ mr... eaten?, the doppelgänger.
it / its, he / him › curator, posing as a runt
who suffered as it had, fled to london where it could steal his identity. they think ▮▮ ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ returned from the dead. let them. a reckoning is coming. it's not ▮▮ ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮'s. but it will carry him on its back, in quest for salvation. it'll rip the heavens from skies, the masters from their thrones, and the judgements from their stars. this is the reckoning.
CULT LEADER › WELL OF SORROWS
❝ aristos alvarez, lovelorn priest.
he / him › lycanth › garou
the concept of star-crossed lovers. as such, they pray primarily to the ring-yew and their long lost lover, the mare-in-the-trees. since the day he left the ministry, aristos has wandered the woods in his dreams, seeking a love that he yearns to feel once more, a reunion between himself and another whom he believes can only be someone he will love the moment they see one-another.
CULT LEADER › LOVERS OF NEVERLAND
❝ he's the shining and the light without whom i cannot see and he is Insurrection, the force that made me be...
a priest who devoted his service to worshipping the hours of the glory upon his admission into the ministry, he is greatly favored by many of the gods for begging them their blessings through lying with them, rather than mere prayer, in exchange for their gifts. unaware of his lascivious activity with the pantheon, he was eventually disgraced when the church discovered he met a lost hour forbidden in the woods, and offered himself in romantic rendezvous to the applebright. the ministry church expelled aristos from his priesthood, but not to be discouraged, he established his own following shortly after. the wandering hearts of those who seek love beyond the veil worships individuals whose loves are lost or forbidden, romanticizing and mourning . . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ i found you sleeping in my coffin, pale white and and in your favorite dress, i started feeling a little nauseous...
one of the original ventrue to have been chosen personally by mr irons when the bloodlines of clans were first established, justine is an incredibly old vampire who has found herself in london only in recent years. she has had a quest for a great many hundreds of years that has led her to the neath's occult : an answer for what lies beyond the veil of death. the finality and brutality required to permanently pass in london is what the martyrs is established to research, less a cult dedicated to the gods, and rather to the afterlife itself, whether there even is one. she is simply called mademoiselle among her followers, all of whom kidnap, torture, and experiment with brutality towards innocent londoners in hopes that . . . . . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ justine florbelle, mademoiselle.
she / her › kindred › ventrue
when brought to the brink of death, they will see in their final moments of life what the afterlife looks like while still being able to communicate it to the living world. outside of occult activity, justine herself is a dominatrix that works closely with dancers and patrons at eve's garden, looking after the girls who work under her to ensure that they are not brought any trouble by clients.
CULT LEADER › MARTYRS
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cultists in service to their chosen orders who seek divinity or recognition for their own purpose and goal. not all of them may wish to rise in the ranks of those they work beneath, but many have something to gain by falling victim to london's seedy underground occult, assuming they were not simply manipulated into their station.
❝ summer, demure dove.
he / him › kindred › malkavian
him flee to the neath to escape persecution in a ward for questioning his gender, but he is fiercely loyal to him because of it. with such freedom opened up to him, he has had trouble finding his place in a city that is as mad as his bloodline. hemophobic, soft-spoken, and shy, he struggles to find his purpose among insanity when 500 voices in his head beckon his suicide.
CULT FOLLOWER › TOWERS OF THE DOVE
❝ he knew he was hypnotized and walking on cold, thin ice, then it broke, and he awoke again...
the other side of the coin to winter's iron rule over the towers of the dove, summer is his younger brother, responsible for carrying out most of his dirty work both in matters related to the occult as well as the masquerade. despite this, he does not revel in harming others, and often carries out his duties with a heavy, if not broken heart. he attempts to balance the atrocities he commits with acts of kindness in daily life, whilst doing what he can not to step on his brother's toes. the two do not share a sire : summer is a malkavian, branded a raving lunatic by his family. born a woman in the prejudiced eyes of the surface, he owes his life to winter for taking him where he could live freely both as malkavian and man. few know that winter helped . . . . . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ blame me for the madness you create, and i'll wage my war, 'cause either way you'll burn me at the stake...
one of mr plagues' agents, valeriy has been working with the doctor since their original appearance in london. despite the nosferatu's reputation in the world of darkness, they claim to have personally chosen their clan with the intent that no man would ever take an interest in touching them ever again. after standing up to an abusive husband many, many hundreds of years ago on the surface, a violent altercation led to his murder in self defense. rather than face the misogynistic justice that would inevitably see them burned at the stake, they fled to europe, where they encountered a thriving kindred scene, and through chance, met a nosferatu woman with whom they bonded. this woman sired them, and eventually they parted ways when val made their way . . . . . . . .
GREYSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ valeriy kovalenko, rat dweller.
they / them › kindred › nosferatu
to london. as a nosferatu, they are familiar with the sewers and underground canals throughout the city, joining many of their clan who work running secrets back and forth among the rats and squalor. though most disparage their existence in the shadows, val thrives in it, and has readily adapted to their recent assignment stealing secrets from one of london's many cult leaders.
CULT FOLLOWER › UNFLINCHING ORDER
❝ áine, temptress.
they / them › fae › unseelie
consent of the criminals they capture. áine is a changeable figure who shifts their appearance and demeanor depending on the preferences of those they hunt : they can appear as feminine or masculine, coy or shy, quiet or demanding. this makes it difficult to know which face is their true one, and raises a question of whether they, themselves, are even sure of who they are.
CULT FOLLOWER › WOOD WHISPERERS
❝ come my love and sway with me, underneath the elder trees, darling, close your eyes...
they're a dream, something that can't be encountered in the real world. whoever they are, they certainly aren't capable of being found in london. a fae figure who appears strictly to men and women who have committed murder of innocents for the sake of occult practice, áine is a temptress who can be encountered at the edge of the nowhere's woods, not that their prey would know that. wood whisperers are the fae tied to the mare-in-the-tree, known for luring those who have committed what they personally consider to be acts of evil deep into the woods and trapping them there via an exchange of blood. though this is mostly achieved through trickery, they will at times resort to force in order to exchange blood without the . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ the ruins of the day painted with a scar, and the more i straighten out, the less it wants to try...
a beast of split loyalties, or rather loyalties that converge, barleycorn is an interesting figure in london society both friend and foe to the city it disparages. among the messengers who once served the halved, it is the only one who has remained loyal to its master, waiting in the depths of the neath, in darkness for them to return and lead it back to the light. even still, communication between itself and the halved continues in the dark, and at its behalf, barleycorn has found itself wrapped up in the ongoings of the well of sorrows' reckoning. eager to see the fall of the bazaar, it and its master fully believe that ▮▮ ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ has risen from its most terrible fate to enact revenge upon the masters of the bazaar, leaving the halved's plans in limbo . . . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ mr barleycorn, the seneschal.
it / its › curator
whilst they wait to see if the neath will fall to eaten's revenge. it, itself, acts as something of a spy for pennies and eaten in the meantime : as it harbors the one-sided affections of the bazaar's mr hearts, it uses hearts' feelings against it in order to remain close to the order, and to keep an eye on it. though it seems not to have any interest in the outcome of the reckoning, it despises the bazaar.
CULT FOLLOWER › WELL OF SORROWS
❝ harper ashburnum, helsing heir.
he / him › lycanth › garou
ancestry very seriously. upon completion of his current task, he seeks to pick up where cassius failed and eliminate the masters of the bazaar, starting most prominently with bagging a legend by eliminating mr veils, the vake. he seeks to restore the glory to his family's name that his eldest brother put to flame, and in doing so, hopes to rise above all his other siblings as heir.
CULT FOLLOWER › THE INQUISITION
❝ i'm gonna live forever, i'm gonna learn how to fly, i feel it coming together, people will see me and cry...
the youngest heir of the former noble house ashburnum, harper is one of the last vampire hunters currently active in the long line of helsings following his brother, cassius, betraying their family and destroying their reputation in london. having finally come of age to properly wear his badge as a hunter, he's been given his first task to infiltrate the ironically largely-human run institute of the inquisition not for the sake of aiding in their hunt against kindred, but rather to assassinate the man at the head of it to pause their hunt on werewolves. this task is his coming of age test towards his abilities, after which he will be considered a full fledged hunter. following in his father's footsteps, he has a complicated relationship with his family, but takes his work and . . .
HOMOROMANTIC › LIMITED (15 YRS)
❝ girls, with a boy like that, it's serious! señoritas, don't go, don't folllow him. soon, he'll eat your hearts...
the inquisition has a dirty little secret, because everyone and everything does : not everyone in its ranks are human, and more than that, some of them are even kindred themselves. it's rare, and hush-hush, but the rumors are not without merit that there's a vampire hunter among them, who is himself a vampire. that's where mr. watson comes in. known primarily for the role he plays as sherlock holmes' partner-in-crime, he accompanies the honey-addled detective on a great deal of his adventures, particularly those pertaining to unraveling traditional detective mysteries and the hunting of more traditional, vampyric adversaries, as well as handling the tracking of moriarty. he doesn't often involve himself in business having to do with . . . . .
BISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ luca h. watson, cross-bearing traitor.
he / him › kindred › gangrel
jack-of-smiles, unless the individual in question possesses a kindred. his friendship with sherlock is an odd one, but he's known as a traitor among his kind for a reason. despite having chosen to be embraced into the gangrel clan, he betrayed them almost immediately when he took up arms against vampires, leading to assumption he and sherlock must have planned his turning.
CULT FOLLOWER › THE INQUISITION
❝ sebastián valentino, saint reborn.
he / him › kindred › ministry
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CULT FOLLOWER › MARTYRS
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PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ mian ning, the officiate.
he / him › kindred › kuei-jin
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CULT FOLLOWER › BIRDS OF A FEATHER
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the judgements are the ultimate powers of the universe, which we know as the stars. the hours are god-like entities who rule the pantheon of the neath, with their names who serve beneath them seeking to ascend to hourhood themselves. gods of the zee & sky ... are a mystery to londoners, and a threat.
❝ the sapphir'd king, hades.
he / him › judgement
universe remains undisturbed, he will administer unbelievably agonizing punishments to those who play at claiming immortality, the most documented of which is throwing them into his white well to suffer for their "eternity." responsible for the invention of time, he keeps the stars and their creatures moving forward, whether they consent or not.
THE JUDGEMENTS › BLUE KINGDOM
❝ i feel like i'm drowning, white lights now fade to red, as i enter the city of the dead...
a god often attributed to the "underworld" in kine myth, the sapphir'd king is the judgement who controls the land of the dead, the blue kingdom, and what happens to the souls of those who pass beyond the veil of life. he is an incredibly elusive god, as only those who pass beyond death's door may meet with him, for better or worse. hades believes that all things in this universe must come to an end, no matter how immortal, and is oft known to seek penance from creatures who would defy the laws of the sun by attempting to live forever. he goes so far as to send assassins from the blue kingdom to kill them, and in extreme cases, will hunt down these creatures himself. in order to ensure that the flow of the . . . .
DEMISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ brick by brick we built it so thick that it blacked out the sky and all the sunlight...
in direct opposition to the blue kingdom and the sapphir'd king's demand to push the flow of time, the king of hours has locked his territory among the stars, known as the kingdom of albion, in the grip of an eternal sunrise. the sun never sets in albion, which has become referred to as "the golden day." the king of hours, gaia, stands against the amaranthine conjunction and their belief that nothing should live forever : because of this, many who seek immortality on the surface and in high wilderness pray to him in their search for immortality, hoping for protection from his greatest enemy, hades. seeking to perform a coup d'etat among the heavens, gaia usurped the sun's throne and cast it down from the stars, betraying it . . . . . .
BISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ the king of hours, gaia.
he / him › judgement
with the sun lost to the surface, trapped in the lesser glory of gods beneath, gaia crafted a false sun, the clockwork sun, to take their place. this sun did not align with the amaranthine conjunction, and thus, he was able to put his plan into motion : to snuff out all darkness in the skies, starting with manipulating queen victoria's eyes to turn towards the stars.
THE JUDGEMENTS › ALBION
❝ the dawn machine, nyx.
it / its › manmade judgement
no one understands what nyx truly is, only that it should never have been. it is an enemy of the bazaar, and thus seeks to crush london and its masters. kept alive by its burning infernal heart, those who find themselves in its intimidating company risk being burned to death if they touch it. the more emotional it grows as a person, the more at risk it becomes as a walking bomb.
THE JUDGEMENTS › HELL PASSAGE
❝ how is it that you go about defining "good" and "evil"? i am only using what the gods gave me...
don't zail too close to its domain. the neath is void of sunlight, far from the grace of the surface's warmth, but that does not mean it is void of a sun. tucked away into the corner of the zee, feared by zailors and not understood even by the masters themselves ... the dawn machine was an attempt to create an artificial sun, and yet, what they created was only an artificial god. it does not understand empathy, nor humanity, nor the world in which it was placed. it woke up, gained sentience, and began to question its existence. those that once worked on it were killed by it. those who zail too close are said to lose their minds when they cross into its territory... the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the . .
DEMISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ i can see behind your eyes and can't you tell the way i reach for you, i wear my halo in disguise...
the king of hours betrayed the sun, but couldn't let the heavens and worlds below know that the sun had fallen by his hand ... and so he created a false sun, the clockwork sun, to take the judgement's place and pose itself as if the sun had never died of broken heart. apollo is a machination, something that shouldn't be but is, not unlike the neath's dawn machine. it performs its duty without question, without emotion, without person - unlike the dawn machine, it has not sentience, and does not recognize itself as its own person. its only purpose is to enforce the laws of the sun until such a time the king of hours relieves it of its duty. it plays its role, manipulating the surface, the bazaar and its masters, and those among the stars into believing . . .
DEMISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ the clockworn sun, apollo.
it / its › false judgement
that their ultimate star has not been betrayed. to have the clockwork sun on one's side is to have control over time and space, to manipulate the world into whatever one wishes it to be. though it has not gained its sentience, there are signs of apollo's awakening : questions regarding the purpose of its task and whether, in the end, it has been created to serve or destroy.
THE JUDGEMENTS › ALBION
❝ the black, phantom of the opera.
he / him › judgement
and her conductor did. christine used dark magic to trap the black and all the people who had stormed his opera in a time loop. they are imprisoned inside, endlessly, until someone wanders in and finds him, until someone solves his murder. the judgement that never was, that never should be. his only crime was that he was kind. true love will break the spell : when someone can love him.
THE JUDGEMENTS › BLACK CASTLE
❝ sing once again with me, our strange duet, your power over me, grows stronger yet...
and you will never be alone – and we will never be alone – come closer, closer – be not afraid – by our decree, you shall still be yourself – and be yourself – and be yourself – ... the black does not exist. it is nothing, forgotten, lost, beckoned into a world unreachable by the average londoner. he was real, once. where there is light, there must always too be darkness, and he was the darkness. strange, eccentric, but beautiful, and misunderstood. they lit torches and took up pitchforks and they marched upon the opera house to set it ablaze. they never got that far. someone had already murdered the black, left him to suffer in his loneliness and agony for his differences. they never found the god of darkness beautiful. the angel of music . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ i hear you calling and it's needles and pins, i wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name...
the black does not exist, but the darkness always must. the arch enemy of both the sapphir'd king and the king of hours, though their enemy does not make them friends, the halved is an extremely controversial judgement who has little in the way of friendships or allies among the other creators of the universe. contrary to the land of albion under gaia's rule, thanatos has trapped its domain in total darkness and disparages the light. it orchestrated the manipulation behind convincing the king of hours to betray the sun and cast it down, and has many gears in motion to see the rest of the judgements slaughtered in a plan to eventually destroy and usurp all of the heavens. it once rose a romanian prince to near-godhood and aided in his plans to take . . . .
BISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ the halved, thanatos.
it / its › judgement
the heavens for mankind, although he fell before he could complete this goal. the halved has not given up locating the prince, wherever he's fallen, and seeks to storm the gates of heaven once again one day. it is a snake in the ears of what it considers to be its pawns ... but even the halved cannot account for the eventual betrayal and march of queen victoria's forces among the stars.
THE JUDGEMENTS › Eleutheria
❝ salt, runaway judgement, eros.
they / it › unterzee gods › judgement
betrayal, harming white zee bats, so on. zailors say you know when salt is angry by the stillness of the current and waves. though petty, salt's story is one of heartbreak, as it has often been victim to falling in love with mortals who promised their hearts, only for those mortals to betray, cheat on, take advantage of, and eventually turn away from them. heartbroken and lonely, salt despises mortals.
THE ZEE GODS › FORMER JUDGEMENT
❝ where north wind meets the zee, dive down deep into her sound, but not too far or you'll be drowned...
an omniscient force among the unterzee gods, salt is the most revered and feared of the zee god trio. zailors on the open zee are extremely paranoid of salt's curses, oft throwing their own crewmates overboard in sacrifice if one of them is discovered to have offended salt or even if they are simply at risk of doing so. the curse of salt is one of loneliness, in which an adventurer may return home, but find nothing waiting for them, all they loved having abandoned them, be it family, comrades, or community. gentle as the calm zee, salt's demeanor depends entirely upon its mood and the transgressions of those around it. they punish mortals for lacking belief in them, takig their name i vain, disrespecting the dead at zee, committing acts of . . . . . . . . .
DEMISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ at the stake, with a dead heart, we don't fight the flames. are you born in vain if you die, a saviour?
the keeper of immortality, a myth, a legend, something the zailors of the unterzee only dream of ever reaching the edge of ... stone is one of the gods of the unterzee, and the most reclusive of the three. the lost daughter of the bazaar, she is a reigning beacon of light in the neath, but no matter how long one zails towards her radiant sunrise, they will never reach her mountain. stone rarely involves herself with the ongoings of the zee or london, only answering the prayers of zailors who have fallen so far they have no where else to turn, and even then, they are often ignored if not punished. all things must come to an end, and those that do not are rare and far between. she is the keeper of the fountain of youth, something many search for and few ever find. the . . . . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ stone, daughter of the bazaar.
she / her › unterzee gods › half-judgement
fountain of youth is actually a large, seemingly endless field of flowers surrounded on all sides by stone's large mountains, kept hidden and near impossible to find without her explicit aid and permission. immortality has only been stolen by a select few, who all were met with grisly ends. it has been gifted to even fewer by stone herself, but those precious few still live in london even now.
THE ZEE GODS › KEEPER OF IMMORTALITY
❝ storm, the unruly.
he / him › unterzee gods
is to keep a close eye on the masters of the bazaar and enforce the seven city limit they were shouldered with while he was in the service of the sun. he is unaware that the true sun has fallen from the heavens, however, and carries out his term punishment without realizing the one who cursed him with it no longer reigns. he has aligned himself with salt, meanwhile.
THE ZEE GODS › FALLEN DRAGON
❝ like the sea, relentless, cold and tempestuous! i'm drowning in your hauntingly beautiful shadow...
though salt may be the most feared of the zee gods for its brutal and unrelenting judgement, storm is oft the god most prayed to in hopes of appeasing his incredibly fickle and ungracious temperament. he is known to be chaotic, angry, and violent, letting the tides of the zee change with the whiplash of his uncontrolled emotions. a great many zailor has been claimed by the zee's mounting waves under the scourge of his irritability ... but he has great fun messing with them, too, for no reason other than the fact he can. storm is not a judgement as the other zee gods are, but rather, a dragon once in the service of the judgements prior to his exile to the neath. he is dead, technically speaking, and quite upset about it too. still, his duty in exile remains that he . . . . .
BISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ i am your holy virgin, gentle all the time, slowly you consume me, angel of mine...
with one hand he gives, and with the other he curses. to catch the eye of the nymphesse is as dangerous as it is flattering : those who cross his sights with an impression left are oft met with gifts of roses from the god himself, though some gifts are best left unreceived. widely regarded as one of the glory's most beautiful deities, he oft plays a game with mortals in which he bestows black roses upon those who have left an impression, but whom he believes to be less beautiful than himself. red roses, then, are given to those he deems to be of greater beauty than himself... but to receive his compliments is not quite the dream one expects it would be. his black roses bestow blessings upon the mortals who receive them, whilst his red roses curse the receiver with a bout . . .
HOMOSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ the nymphesse, hour xxiv.
he / they › god-from-blood
of unbelievably nasty luck. jealous and petty, the nymphesse does not easily accept those he views as beyond his own beauty, and seeks to punish them for their audacity. suddenly, nothing will go their way : their ships will sink, their jobs will fire them, a carriage will catch them with water 'pon the side of the canals, so on. some regard him as a cruel god because of this, but others seek him out.
GODS OF THE GLORY › HOUR
❝ the door in the eye, hour i.
he / him › god-from-flesh
the watchman, having successfully masked himself as an ascended human, is used as an utility. privy to london's secrets, he overbears his worshippers to locate the lost half of his soul. however, he also has an agenda his own : to nudge his occult seek the answers to a most dark betrayal he has bore the burden of for centuries, in hopes to one day rescue another soul lost. a reckoning is coming...
GODS OF THE GLORY › HOUR
❝ i am the observer, i am a witness of life. i live in the space between the stars and the sky...
the first hour to reside in the glory, the door in the eye is also known as the watchman, an entity which, unbeknownst to the current gods ruling the glory, is a surviving stone god who managed to escape the genocide of his people when the glory gods first overthrew those who came before. known then as the egg unhatching, her soul split into two separate beings : with the whereabouts of the second half currently unknown to him, this has left the watchman as half a person. in a bid for survival, he managed to masquerade himself as a human who ascended to godhood after the forge of days began her rule rather than a former god of stone, cementing his place among the glory once more. holding the power of total omniscience, unlike the witness . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ oh, i've been lonely too long, oh, i can't be so strong... take the chance for romance, take my heart...
given form when the forge of days committed the first of her forbidden acts, the lilyking is a god of love and pleasure, aptly titled a dark gentleman. those who worship him are locked in an intense back and forth against one-another, attempting to gain the attention and affections of their chosen hour. donning the moniker of fleur, the flowermaker wanders among mortal and beast alike in search of one he deems worthy of standing at his side, vying for proof in his belief of soulmates. incredibly judgmental of those around him, however, this task has proven near impossible over centuries : none have truly caught his favor nor his eye, leaving the battle for his heart one that continues to rage on even to present day. he very . . . . . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ the flowermaker, hour xix.
he / they › god-from-light
rarely expresses interest in those around him save for soulless physical encounters. because of this, very few have ever actually received his blessing though many claim it, and those who have are oft shortly hunted down by the jealous zealots who pray to him for his heart. cunning but loyal, the flowermaker is a difficult deity to catch the attention and recognition of.
GODS OF THE GLORY › HOUR
❝ the red grail, hour xv.
she / her › god-from-blood
herself, the forge-of-days, and the executed sun-in-splendour. as the strongest reigning god associated with the principle of grail, she keeps tabs on all those who worship within their principle, regardless of whether they pay their respects to her or another. she is lascivious, blood-thirsty, seductive, self-serving, and cruel. she views humans as playthings, both manipulative and carnal.
GODS OF THE GLORY › HOUR
❝ you look so good, down on your knees. such a good girl knows how to please. surrender your mind.
the red grail. the great mother, the mother of mountains, the source. she who governs blood, birth and drowning waters is known by many names and improperly attributed to be the first god-from-blood to rise to glory, a credit she steals from the moth. one of the most powerful deities ruling alongside the forge of days, she is responsible for draining the tide and playing a crucial role in the slaughter of the gods-from-stone in the glory's history. it was she who rose the twins into the glory, binding them in the bones of gods only to later trap them in their eternity, killing the thunderskin as retribution. the red grail played the heaviest role in the breaking and dividing of the sun's heart, though there are none aware of this save for . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ well i am death, none can excel, i'll open the door to heaven or hell. pray, could you wait another day...
an exception to the gods who were banished to the nowhere, the ferryman is otherwise known as the boatman, death incarnate, the grim reaper ... or any other colorful title those in the human realm assign to him. he is the only god who seemingly emerged from nowhere whom is free to move as he pleases among gods and humans alike, if only because he is bound by no such rules from glory or gods. death is the end of all things, but in the neath, and beyond, death can be, for the lack of a better term, quite strange. he is the hour most encountered among mortals whether they turn to the occult or keep a blind eye to it : as his title suggests, he ferries the dead in the afterlife, escorting them to their final resting place beyond the veil of london. however, he . .
GREYSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ the ferryman, hour...?
he / him › god-from-nowhere
is known to be something of a trickster whom often bends the rules of the world in favor of keeping his own entertainment alive. if a mortal wishes to wake up from their final slumber, they need only beat the boatman at a game of chess to convince him to return them to the shores of the city for a second chance at life. or a thousand. he rarely interacts with the other gods. it's better so.
GODS OF THE GLORY › HOUR
❝ the crowned growth, hour xxv.
they / them › god-from-nowhere
mortals into nightmarish bogs where toxic rivers run through gaslit paths, captures them in hidden fae circles, and finally either offers their succor to those who pray to them for forgiveness, or drowns them in the rot of their poison waters if they are disrespectful. at first glance seeming to be an emotionless individual, they are incredibly spiteful ... and unnervingly calm.
UNSEELIE COURT › LEADER
❝ IF I COULD HAVE THIS DANCE TONIGHT, I'VE SEARCHED FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU WHO UNDERSTANDS, ALL MY LIFE...
banished from the glory for the rot that follows in their wake, the crowned growth was the catalyst for which those of the unseelie court, the nowhere gods, were cast out from the glory upon mare's defense of their existence. banished due to the poison that through their touch infected the mansus, luthais followed the mare-in-the-tree into their exile and took residence as one of the original gods-from-nowhere, which established the opposing unseelie. they have not spoken since their, self-proclaimed, wrongful and unfair banishment. though appearing soft and oft in the background of the nowhere's goings-ons, they are every bit as vengeful as the mare in their tormenting of mortals who wander too deeply into their territory. the crowned lures . . . . . .
PANSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ the rooftops all sleeping, underneath them, brittle little man-things! unveiled clowns, false gods...
disgraced and disparaged, the mare-in-the-tree is a god from nowhere, turned a blind eye 'pon by the hours who rule over the glory, though kept always in the shadows. maeve is regarded as a mysterious, faelike, unseelie entity with a deceptively friendly disposition : but in truth, the mare is an incredibly dangerous hour. they lure men, women, and monster alike into their woods and steal their skin as punishment for actions they've committed which displease them. to worship the mare, or worse, fraternize with them, is considered an affront, blasphemous. they involve themselves oft in matters of gossip and seduction, and although their existence is shrouded in the unknown, it is said at times they are a . . . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ the mare-in-the-trees, hour xxvii.
they / them › god-from-nowhere
shockingly empathetic deity, oft answering the prayers of those who have been wronged or taken advantage of by those who have otherwise soiled one's innocence. this is in part due to their understanding of betrayal : the unseelie court's history written by the elegiast has been misremembered. the glory betrayed them, and for their differences, they were exiled.
UNSEELIE COURT › LEADER
❝ the tide, hour ∅.
they / them › stone god / god-from-nowhere
dangerous unknown force to cults in london, whom have forgotten the true ruler of the grail. those who worship the traitor hours are oft haunted with nightmares of the zee and being consumed underneath its waves, only to then awaken to find themselves actually drowning in the zee off london's city docks. some misattribute this to a seeker's call, but it is the tide's curse.
UNSEELIE COURT › FOLLOWER
❝ into your sanctum, you let them in. now, all your loved ones and all your kin will suffer the wrath of god...
the stone gods, a relic of glory's past, now scattered and dead and buried ... they ruled in london's heavens, before the lithomachy of their kind in which the current hours slaughtered them and usurped their godhood. most died, but death is not permanent in the neath, not even for the holy. trapped in the nowhere, wounded beyond saving, the tide has unofficially melded themself into the ranks of the unseelie court, something of an outsider among outsiders, but not unwelcome in their company. they are a strange hour who oft prefers to spend time in the territory of the unterzee gods, where most hours would rather avoid the tempestuous moods of salt and storm. once the beacon of those who worshipped the grail, the tide is a . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
BISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ maybe one day you'll look up and, barely conscious, you'll say to no one... isn't something missing?
a tragic warning for those who seek glory how cruel the gods can be, even to those who do not deserve their ire. evariste, originally an unnamed star who fell to the neath and left behind their station as a judgement, bore witness to the slaughter of the stone gods by the current hours of glory. for this, they were cut free of their tongue so that they could never again speak of the genocide. however, upon resuming their duties as lorekeeper within the mansus, named the witness, their powers of total omniscience were discovered. from mortals to gods, masters to names, they saw everything and everyone. fearing their power, the glory gods stripped them of their place among them, placed them under a curse that removed their free . . . .
DEMISEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ the witness (???), hour ???
they / them › judgement / god-from-nowhere
will to communicate in any manner, and banished them with the sympathetic mare-in-the-trees. unbeknownst to the gods who had wronged them, evariste bears a terrifying identity and secret : they are the true sun, a powerful judgement who was betrayed by the king of hours and cast into the neath. the masters of the bazaar failed to prevent their broken heart... a reckoning comes.
UNSEELIE COURT › FOLLOWER
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the masters of the bazaar are the eldest of all kindred and the ones who spread the curse of vampirism to humanity. all clan bloodlines can be traced to their respective master, but little is known about them. they hail from the high wilderness and all but control the neath and its trades. they deal in love stories : and the sinking of cities.
❝ mr pages, master of literature.
it / its › elder kindred › malkavian
collection of adding machines to manage the cutthroat bureaucracy. as one of the busiest masters, it employs a group of individuals known as reliables to perform tasks, such as retrieving stolen books from its library or serving as pawns. though the most approachable and oft sought out master of the bazaar, it can be particularly ruthless when it wishes to be.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › LITERATURE
❝ little love letters written in red, little crushed hopes every day, waiting in the wings to spirit them away...
known for its bountifacious proclivity towards verboserlous sayitudes, the excitable and personable mr pages is in charge of trade in anything and everything written, read, or both. as one of the more amiable masters, mr pages can often be encountered via its campaigns to collect rare literature, either for destruction or for its own private library. it employs the ministry of public decency to protect the public from "pestilent and obstacudent" literature. the literature the ministry is known to suppress can range from somewhat fungal trends in romantic poetry to various threats to public civility, such as rogue correspondence on abandoned streets. it also manages the coiling indices of london's notability system, using a . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ charmed by your hurt, so let me inscribe your pain ; convicted for my faith, i stitch stories from flame!
duplicitous and impatient, mr veils is best known for its enjoyment of hunts and songs, and is in charge of trade in clothing and fabrics. what it lacks in approachability, it makes up for in often salacious rendezvous. zailors sometimes misattribute mr veils as being in charge of mr wines' ladies of the evening in their zee-zongs, as, like a respectable lady's petticoats and skirts, there are many mysterious and shady layers beneath its otherwise society-presentable guise. a shapeshifter, the vake who prowls the streets of london is but one of veils' alter egos, a monster who makes prey out of those who seek to bag a legend. its overall identity as a master has dissolved into the background behind the shadow of the vake. this has had . . . . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ mr veils, master of fabrics.
it / its › elder kindred › tremere
almost no effect on its reputation in london, however; after all, it has always been cryptic, and no one will notice that anything has changed beneath its heavy cloak. mr veils... may (or may not) be responsible for a certain betrayal of which we will not speak, lest you lose yourself seeking names you should not. it is, after all, the most dangerous of london's masters.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › FASHIONS
❝ mr stones, master of treasures.
it / its › elder kindred › ravnos
as it often rewards charity from neath citizens, particularly if it is the recipient of it. that said, it has a notable hatred for kine and seems the most violent towards humans and the masquerade as a whole. it has ulterior motives for most of its actions in the neath, seeking to climb its position on the great chain : a feat which is heavily looked down upon and forbidden among its people.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › JEWELS
❝ everything turned gray, let my heart be hidden underneath cloak and store away the break...
elusive and preferring to stay within the shadows, mr stones is the master in control of all trade involving stones, minerals, jewels, salt, powders, brick, metals, compounds, moon-pearls, and glim. a recluse by choice, it has its employees do its bidding, only interceding in matters personally when dealing with business among the other masters, or in rare cases where valuables have caught its interest. having laid claim to all diamonds in london, it is incredibly dangerous to cross, as it is known for being crass, ill-tempered, cruel, and short-fused in its dealings with londoners, particularly those who have "taken" from it. oddly, however, it has an underground reputation for being one of the kinder masters among its peers . . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ show me love, show me love, show me love, show me love, show me love, show me love...
known for entertaining guests at huge revels, mr wines is in charge of the trade in all things drinkable, including alcohols and excluding water. as one of the more accessible masters, it is out and about in london relatively frequently, making it one of the easiest to approach, though such may not always be wise. despite this, it conducts business through its favored servant, jervaise, preferring not to deal with the drivel itself. matching its debauched reputation, it is in charge of a group of dancing beauties who are often misassigned by zailors to mr veils, coined the jennies. wines' reputation is that of a cheque skipping, flirtatious scoundrel : its reputation is quite scandalous... and rightfully so. known for its sexual prowess, . . . . . . . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ mr wines, master of debauchery.
it / its › elder kindred › toreador
it is often overlooked and underestimated despite being one of the cruelest of the masters. designated a "heartless homunculus" by mr pages, wines has driven a great number of london's casual population to suicide and often only works in collaboration with its peers if it, itself, gains something from them. it is charming, a fallen king, but also incredibly manipulative.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › DRINKS
❝ mr virtues, master of occults.
it / its › elder kindred › ministry
unsavory requests. it takes to the confessionals weekly to absolve those who confess to it of their sins, and through choice of their own can do so via offering them a clean slate with the masters of the bazaar, or via cleansing their bodies of unholy energies. pure in chastity, it is not pure of spirit. there are a great many rumors for the way it cleanses one's body in the privacy of its confessionals...
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › OCCULTS
❝ this is danger and you just don't know it, you try to pray it all away but it continues to grow...
a rather contentious master among london's religious public, mr virtues is the master in charge of collecting tithes and overseeing occult activity within the city. it keeps tabs on every cult, cultist, and their leaders through duplicitous means. having turned the churches of london into its own personal playground, it is a seemingly devout individual within the bazaar's ranks, claiming to worship the hours of london, though this is a front to extort the occult populace for purpose of its own gain. it says it does not seek ascension or godhood, but only to placate its own sins. it readily interacts with londoners and can almost always be tracked down at the monasteries, whether its services be needed for religious arragement or more . . . . . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ oh, angel sent from up above, i feel your love's about to make the stars come out...
an outlier among the masters of the bazaar, mr graces is perhaps the most sought after if only because it is the only one a great portion of london isn't terrified of. it is kindhearted, softspoken, and tends to punish those who wrong it with a gentle claw in comparison to its peers. it is at the head of all humanitarian projects within london, which the masters ultimately deferred to for the sake of keeping morale up in london, just enough to ensure revolutionaries were left to simmer rather than blaze. it does what it can to give aid to the populace, including funding many of the orphanages from conception to current running, ensuring available health and psychological care for the poor and downtrodden, as well as voicing its opposition . . . . . . . . . .
HYPERSEXUAL › SHIPPING OPEN
❝ mr graces, master of mercies.
it / its › elder kindred › salubri
against fires, irons, and veils for their terrible practices in worker's rights. that said, its disposition is oft so demure that many are left wondering how honest it truly is in its intentions. it wasn't banished from the high wilderness for charity, that mark borne by another... and its past is as bloody as those who once gnawed the well's bones. and yet, it is one of the public's only hopes.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › HUMANITARIAN
❝ mr souls, master of soulmates.
it / its › elder kindred › assamite
and dangerously unstable : in the bazaar’s words, “out of its fucking mind.” despite this, it's beloved by romantics of london, and celebrated for being so disturbed by the surface's policies against homosexuality and gender identity that it brought the subject of allowing londoners to marry regardless of sexuality to the masters upon first sinking the city, rewriting london's laws.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › MARRIAGES
❝ masters consumed for gods, love seeping from their fangs. our grieving is quite strange...
an outcast among outcasts, mr souls is the master in charge of all dealings with devils, and sweeter matters of the heart... for some reason. it is the city-wide officiate for london’s wedding ceremonies, meaning it oft is involved with the planning, orchestrating and conducting of all marriages in the city with rare exception. its dealings with devils and the soul trade are an open secret, but not polite to discuss in public society. some say that it will even perform a ghost marriage for those who seek its services under romantic pretenses, if they’ve the literal souls to trade for its involvement. mr souls is not often welcome among the other masters of the bazaar outside of official business that requires the full cooperation of their order. it is eccentric . . . . .
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❝ the image of the dead, they dead end in my mind, you and your kine should probably turn and run...
easy to overlook due to its quiet and scholarly nature, mr graves is a mute, deaf, and blind master whom many kine mistake for being completely incapable of communing with anyone still living. this assumption isn't entirely unwarranted : it spends its time almost exclusively with the dead as the official funeral director for london's public. it lays to rest those who have passed on permanently, whilst making preparations for those of some notable importance whose passing is only temporary. fellow kindred know that it has means of performing feats of necromancy, in secret... this has led to underground knowledge it has the capability to revive even those who are far beyond the boatman's reach, meaning that even permanent . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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❝ mr graves, master of undeads.
it / its › elder kindred › cappadocian
death in london could not be entirely permanent, after all. accompanied by a large black wolf acting as its eyes, it's capable of understanding when others speak against all logic, and responds via sign. still, it mostly operates through employees of the funeral homes. it is entirely unaware of the cappadocian's genocide at the hands of the giovanni on the surface.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › FUNERALS
❝ mr faes, master of fairytales.
it / its › elder kindred › kiasyd
that truly lies within its heart. it is the most egregiously eager to continue sinking cities in order to run further from the sun, whom it is violently determined to avoid crossing the path of again. its innocence is a mask : it's incredibly selfish, violent, and prone to fits of jealous rage in which it will outright kill those who wrong it, or even the one it loves, in order to control them.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › SECRETS
❝ through the ancient mist, you bear the mark of my kindred kiss, stay and break my heart...
the perceived darling of the bazaar's masters, mr faes is so ethereal in its mannerisms and appearance that many of london have mistaken it for being a goddess or prince of sorts. it oversees the trade of storybooks, folktales and recorded histories of the neath, both recent and buried, but only when looked at upon its surface. something of a shadow broker, it is a wolf in sheep's clothing who deals in underhanded blackmail, secrets, and bargaining chips taking care of much of the master's dirty work behind the scenes. its delving into histories extends to the people of london, leading to it having extensive, intrusive personal files on every citizen in the city, though its gentle, demure, and softhearted mask would never give hint to the darkness . . . . . . . .
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❝ trapped by it's unbeating heart as it whispers in your ear, i want to fucking tear you apart...
once bitten, now twice-cursed : mr medicines is famously recognized among london's kindred population for its clan's reliance on cannibalistic practices, rather than just vampirism. it is exclusively in charge of the medicine trade, where it handles everything from genuine medications intended to cure ailments, as well as homebrewed poultices, potions, and healing remedies. as one might expect, however, despite its claws being deep in the hospitality business, it is extremely reviled by the public. much of london seeks out private practices and plague doctors to avoid ending up in the care of medicines, who is regarded as a monster of nightmare. cryptic, mystical and often presented as someone straight from one of pages' favorite horror . . . . . . . . . .
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❝ mr medicines, master of cures.
it / its › elder kindred › nagaraja
novelizations, its interactions with the public tend to be against their wills. that said, it is shockingly mild-mannered in its dealings, taking far more of a push to end up throwing half the tantrum that its peers do. it prefers to play mind games and haunt the thoughts of the public, leaving them paranoid and half mad, rather than resorting to physical violence against their lives.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › MEDICINES
❝ mr nightmares, master of terrors.
it / its › elder kindred › daeva
its colleagues, seeing little reason to bother with kine and kindred who will be swallowed by lacre in a few decades time. it is a sorrowful creature, spending most of its days wandering the marches aimlessly, awaiting the eventual demise of its unbeating heart. it begs to the judgements that it will simply fade away into oblivion one day, and be freed from its never-ending, empty existence.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › MARCHES
❝ to them it said, i can't go on, not in this way, i'm a dream that died by light of day...
a slow, degraded, tragic fixture of the bazaar's masters ... nightmares deals quite a lot with the mirror marches, though its passion for life and its own goals have slowly dwindled over time, the longer it has been alive. once an emotional, sensual and hedonistic individual, desirable to its peers, it has slowly devolved into a broken shell of its former self. it is emotionally dying and hollow inside, a slave to its physical vices despite no longer wanting for anything. this has led to comparisons of its existence being akin to a succubi or homunculi, with a bloodline that will never thrive due to how viciously its kindred curse rots away one's sense of life and self. it argues very little with the other masters and deals with the public the least out of all . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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❝ you've never felt so innocent, do you still have doubts that us having faith makes any sense...
it only takes a glance at mr zees to know that it hardly fits in with the other masters, but that's only if you can find it to take a look yourself. often rumored to not even truly exist because of how little time it spends in london proper, zees is the source of the garou werewolf curse, only welcomed among that of the kindred masters because one of its members is said to have a strange soft spot for it. zees prefers to stay away from the kindred of its coalition, however, and spends much of its time out at zee, hence its namesake : it is responsible for much of the trade that all the other masters conduct via the unterzee, as well as exploring the expanse of the zee to secure its secrets, treasures and ports for london. it is an adventurous, lively sort of . . . . . . .
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❝ mr zees, master of discoveries.
it / its › elder lycanth › garou
individual, hailed among the zailors who do work with it for being fearless. much of what the bazaar and london's zailors know about the unterzee originates from writings that it pens whilst zailing, including navigation routes and the various creatures and cities that rest at the bottom of the waves. it's just superstition, but many say salt favors zees and those who zail under it.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › EXPLORATION
❝ mr pipes, master of reparations.
it / its › curator › hecata
the high wilderness. it very rarely makes appearances in public, preferring to keep to itself... though there are times it does dirty business with smugglers, namely to acquire red honey, which is rumored to be the secret ingredient in its hookah. but that would be absurd and most assuredly illegal! it doesn't much care for the other masters, despite its friendliness with them.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › FILL IN
❝ ain't nothin' gonna break my stride, nobody's gonna slow me down, i've got to keep on moving...
a temporary measure, for a clan newly established once the former founder of the now (soon to be "then") giovanni, mr shrouds, takes to the surface to slaughter its bloodline and start anew. mr pipes takes over its duties in london in its absence as a representative master for the kindred clan hecata alongside the former surviving cappadocians who have agreed to integrate with them. it's notably different from the other masters of the bazaar, a rather free spirited and laissez-faire individual, yet no easier to negotiate with in terms of its binding contracts. nevertheless, its style of negotiation is much more lax than that of shrouds, preferring to speak business in the comfort of the house of silks, a hookah establishment it has owned since it was exiled from . . .
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❝ people like you and me were born to run, so where are we going when the dancing's done?
the stargazers, curators who shepherded exploration of the high wilderness through use of locomotives, don't exist anymore. mr skies is the only one of his clan left, the masters of the bazaar saw to that. other curators ran them out of the stars they'd settled as home, and then when that wasn't enough, the pure blooded kindred slaughtered them to halt their progress. but technology will always find a way forward, even among creatures who refuse change. skies survived through pure happenstance : he ran, while he was in the right place at the right time. now they need a stargazer in their darkest hour, and the poetic irony of it is almost sickening. when queen victoria takes to colonizing the high wilderness, there's little choice but to start a full scale . . . .
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❝ mr skies, master of locomotives.
he / him › lycanth runt › stargazers
war with the queen. everyone forms alliance : the masters of the bazaar, a great deal of london, the gods, even the odd judgement or two. none are more shocking than mr skies agreeing to captain an undercover locomotive in order to safely and discreetly move the masters through the high wilderness they'd been exiled from. he owes them nothing. they owe him everything.
MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR › LATE HIRE