"Census Bureau" = [ character.encyclopedia ] [2006 Edition]

[Velvet Room]

 

[Velvet Room]

: I : Introduction to the Census Bureau
: II : Table of Contents
: III : Updates to the Census
: IV : Residents of the Velvet Room
: V : Residents of Wynander






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[Chiaku]

Unfortunately, in my clumsiness, I accidentally deleted half of the old profile records for the 2006 project. Please forgive my mistake.

Notes about data on the residents of Wynander:
[ x ] Any edits to your profile should be requested in the topic for roleplaying applications. Simply post in that topic with the changes you wish for your profile.
[ x ] Profiles are listed in alphabetical order according to in-game character name. If you have difficulty searching for the profile you want, press Alt+F on your keyboard and type in the name of the person.

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Chiaku

Character Name :: Adlei Vesconte
Gaia Username :: Chiaku

Physical Description :: Adlei's hair is a sandy blonde that falls just past her shoulders. Time and experience have dulled her eyes to a faded brown, and she often appears worn and exhausted. After Sehket's Awakening, she endured hardships that have reduced her to a dangerously thin figure. She is 5'7", but appears much smaller due to starvation. Despite her misfortune, Adlei has come into possession of some fine jewelry and clothing with the last year or so (primarily acquired by her Actor, Elliot).
Personality :: Although outwardly bitter and cynical, Adlei always tries her best in the harshest of situations. She is fairly gullible even though she often puts on the appearance of being distrustful. She likes to be around people, although most of her time during the last year has been reserved explicitly for Elliot. Additionally, she possesses very strong feelings in regards to her beliefs and defends them stubbornly.
Background Information :: Adlei was the daughter of a prominent aristocratic family prior to Sehket's Awakening. Her sheltered outlook proved to be a serious flaw when her parents were murdered by the Peace Enforcement units and she was forced to survive alone. Although the murder took place years ago, she maintains a paranoid belief that the soldiers will come after her one day to finish the job.
When Adlei was 15 years old, she was invited to the Velvet Room, where she was given Elliot, a being who possessed superhuman powers from another world. They care for each other deeply, and Elliot attempts to give her the life of comfort she had lost when Sehket took control of the city.

Occupation :: Beggar / outlaw
Residence :: Primarily Rumwell

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Toshihiko

The Basics:

Name: Lawrence Anthony Gilman, prefers Larry.
Age: 30
Occupation: Detective, Missing Persons
Skills: Impressions, Throwing his Voice, Ventriloquism, Memorization, Mimicry

Physical Description:

Hair: Larry's hair is short, and dull, brownish orange. His facial hair is a bizarre mimic of Victorian fashion, with neat sideburns that feed directly into a mustache. His chin is clean shaven.

ILLUSTRATION OF FACIAL HAIR


Eyes: Blue
Race: Caucasian
Clothing: (Roughly. This is heavily dependent on your approval or any clashes it might sport with the era.) Larry wears tweed suits, which are usually an unslightly mixed light olive-brown. He wears a traditional white button-up collared shirt and black tie, although instead of a vest he uses ridiculous, humorous, or childish t-shirts. Examples would be shirts with slogans like, "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful, hate me because your boyfriend thinks I am.", shirts with various gaming references (FPS, Nintendo, etc.), or shirts that support heavy metal bands. The joke can be bent around the time period, but the basic idea is to have an item of clothing that completely clashes with the rest of his attire. If t-shirts are unacceptable, change the item to shoes, which could be anything from cowboy boots to rollersneakers to blue suede.

General: Larry has long, bony hands that sport a surprising amount of hair. Legs, arms, chest, and back all sport similar fuzziness.

MBTI: ESFP

Creed: "Walk by the graveyard whistling."

Tzsche

Character Name :: Lucais "Lucca" Rothfels
Gaia Username :: Tzsche

Physical Description :: Lucca is a well proportioned young man in his early twenties with straight posture and pale coloring. His slightly curly platinum blond hair is cut short and his already naturally pale complexion is not much improved by the lack of sun. His eyes are in the shade of warm, rich champagne, which made his sometimes cold stares seems unfitting, but the very same set of eyes are also capable of great tenderness when looking upon Nathanie.
His nose is slightly hooked, and his thin lips are coral.
The Rothfels' head wears an array of dark colored, smart suits and keeping it down on the jewelry and pomp. Most often Lucca can be found dressed impeccably in every situation, not letting himself to look any way careless.

Personality :: Lucca strives his hardest to retain the family business of the Rothfels, which means at the current troubled times, even to the point of going against his conscience and personal values, making him appear sharp, ruthless and cutting to his subordinates and business rivals. He puts the family and Nathanie's concerns above everything else, including himself. He cares greatly about Nathanie and always trying to keep her best interest at heart, even in his busiest days, Lucca always make time for talking with/ visiting Nathanie, finding time with her soothes his mind. Somewhere inside, Lucca believes that he is just a simple guy not unlike many Wynander residents who got thrown into (unfortunate) situations and must do his best in accordance to that situation.

Background Information :: Before the rise of Sehket, the Rothfels was a prominent merchant family with long history of successful business and good reputation. The blockage of trading access definitely affected their business, even so, by some cunning manuevers they managed to survive and staying in the top crop of the trading business in Wynander.

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Xenostatica

Character Name :: Mercy Rios
Gaia Username :: Xenostatica

Physical Description :: A small woman in proportion to the world, she stands at a whooping five feet. Her child like eyes is offset her full figure. She is twenty two, but appears old at times. Her long hair is often tied in a tight braid at the top of her head and reaches past her waist; she tends to wear tight clothing that reveals her well toned figure. She wears knee high, high heel boots that have taps placed on the bottom of the soles so that she is heard as she moves. Though it appears that the clothing would prevent her from moving it is impossible to see it as she is appears to be able to move with easy in the restraints that she has given herself. She wears a black ribbon that is tied around her neck that she is never seen without. She also carries a strip of leather-like material that she uses as a correctional device for disobedient children.
Personality :: Mercy is dreadfully honest. In a world that is built on lies she is brutally truthful to anyone. All one has to do is ask a simple question and you will most likely get an answer you didn’t want to hear but know that it is true. Her honesty is what makes her attractive to the rich as they often take her Sinicism and pessimism as humor but most know in their heart that those deep penetrating eyes are telling the truth. The other side to that is that she is abnormally cruel the taps on her shoes are meant to train slaves to hear when the masters and mistresses are coming. This sound even after they have take residence makes them cringe when they come to serve her and at the notice of their shivering she cracks a rather morbid grin. She takes no directions from the slave masters and expects nothing less but silence as she speaks, if they want her to do her job they will let her do her job. It seems that her dreadful personality makes her perfect for the dreadful position she is in.
Background Information :: There is not much known of Mercy though some believe that she took the last name as a way to hide her true identity. Other then the fact that her clothing must be custom to her even her dresser knows nothing other then her measurements. It is rumored that she had a family once, but with the observation of how she treats the slaves one can’t believe everything that is told to them.

Occupation :: Slave Trainer, she is called to take on the task to make those orphans and kidnapped children presentable. She is to train them in their positions as helpers, cooks, maids, and other jobs that she doesn’t discuss with anyone outside of the people who hire her.

Residence :: Rumwell Community, It is unknown where Mercy actually lives but it is known to all that if she is needed this is where she can be found. It is rumored that she lives in a house that is hidden there but that’s just a rumor, isn’t it?

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Cordain

Character Name :: Nekura Vinataro
Gaia Username :: Aetherion

Age: 23
Height: 5'10
Weight: 170lbs.
Physical Description :: He does not have a muscular build, but is in good, fit shape. His clothing is done mostly in hues of reds and pink, having a high collored pinkish red shirt worn under a red coat. His hair is somewhat long, reddish pink in coloration and is adorned with flowers here and there. Around his neck is a small, white scarf that's been folded and bundled and tied. He wears loose red slacks, and a pair of simple, black leather traveling boots. Lastly, his eyes are green, and he carries around a spectacle that works more as a one sided binocular for performing surgeries.
Personality :: Nekura is a kind soul, however he is able to be very well guarded of himself as well as knowing when to run and hide. He may at times come across as naive and innocent but that is not completely true. He is quite intelligence and can be quick on his feet.
Background Information :: Nekura is not a Wynander native, in fact he arrived after the overthrow happened, directed there by the Fortune Teller.

Initially, he was born in the city of Astora, however a bandit attack happened leaving all but a few people dead, and all the children orphans. The mayor who survived had set up an orphanage and people began to trickle back into the city, adopting the orphans as well. This is what happened between Nekura and Cordain, who was an escaped Hunter from the Sune Empire. They apparently treat failures in thier military with expulsion from the empire or death.

Cordain and Nekura grew up fairly happy, eventually leaving Astora to travel about the world. They met Aetherion along the way and Nekura became fascinated by the many salves and tinctures. This lead Nekura on the path to becoming a doctor and chemist with Aetherion's help. Two summers after they had met Aetherion, Cordain passed away. His heart never truely recovered from the loss of his fiancee and he just finally broke.

Nekura went with Aetherion and graduated valedictorian from an esteemed college centered purely around the healing arts. With that he became a traveling doctor to help the sick and wounded. One such person had been the key that lead him to the Fortune Teller's door, and to Wynander.

Occupation :: Doctor & Chemist.
Residence :: Stables/Entrance if he is not wandering about.

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Hessari

Character Name :: Rubido "Thallasar" Veree
Gaia Username :: Hessari

Age :: 25
Physical Description :: "Thallasar" dresses like a blind, yet enthusiastic, fop. Or at least he tries to. His short-ish stature is offset by almost painfully straight posture, and is bedecked in torn shades of what might have once been gray, orange and yellow. He wears a serviceable vest over long, stiff pants and a knotted belt, any money or food carefully concealed on a thong inside his light, one-armed shirt. Despite the obviously used state of his clothing, Thallasar cuts an imposing figure. His is an air of unspoken authority, compounded by exceedingly dark, glimmering eyes and unkempt light hair.
Pinning down somewhat long bangs is always Thallasar's favorite, and only, hat- his trademark if you will. Cut of stout burlap, its outlandishly full brim suggests a style that came and went long ago. He has tended it carefully, wrapping an old red ribbon around its crown and putting in a few ragged bits of down where a feather was once supposed to go. Putting aside his hat, the young man is not overly proud of his clothes.
Personality :: At first glance, Rubido, or "Thallasar" as he sometimes likes to be called, is a child. The young man rushes through life, never hesitant to chase after a decision he has made despite good advice not to do so. Smiling, grinning, but somehow feral- Rubido possesses a slightly off-color side. The zealot is out to win; if he can help other people win in the process then he is jubilant. If others lose he sympathizes with them, pats them on the shoulder, but never pities them. He prizes respect and admiration and makes a point to enjoy life, any and all aspects of life, no matter the cost. Finally, he swings between these two sides so rapidly that "mercurial" could not possibly do him justice. At even an imagined insult his brow furrows and his eyes gleam, ready to defend himself with the snap of tongue or blade. His anger dies slowly, and without intervention his grudges are even more stubborn, but once they disappear they are gone forever; he laughs at anything and has a quick, glowing smile again.
Background Information :: As a boy, Rubido was a prominent member of one of the more violent gangs in Wyander, and loved the thrill of it. Unfortunately, after a particularly gruesome incident, (and a very bad day,) Rubido's gang turned against him, beat him senseless, and left him more or less for dead. He is currently trying to establish himself as "Thallasar" to distance himself from his childhood and family, but isn't serious enough about it for the effort to be wholly successful.

Occupation :: "Hand for Hire," and runs a small Delivery Service on the side.
Residence :: Wandering around the Harbor shops, or running errands.

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Zeejay

Character Name ::Doctor Severin Oddssen.
Gaia Username :: Zeejay

Physical Description :: Severin once had quite the handsome face, but since then wrinkles and the affects of his life have set in. His hair is fair and blond, kept back in a short ponytail at the base of his head. Almost constantly he wears some form of hat that obscures most of his face, casting a shadow over his blue-gray eyes. He is quite tall, and has the potential to look rather brutish, but after refusing to eat meat of any kind, his form has become rather sickly and stooped. To hide this, he wears long full length coats and several layers of clothing at all times.
Personality :: Dr. Severin Oddssen was once a quite cheerful and bouncy man, he had a flamboyant air and dressed quite regally-even in the workplace. After his incident, or ‘serendipity’ as he called it, he was never quite the same. Now he keeps mainly to himself, and tends to murmur under his breath when he speaks to someone. He is paranoid of nearly everyone, do they recognize him? Do they know what he had done? He is also growing increasingly irritable at the lack of his favorite meat, as he refuses to let himself eat it, and tends to have psychotic breakouts where he locks himself in his home. He often emerges covered in self-inflicted wounds.
Background Information ::Severin was born in the cold Northern reaches of the world, and lived there his entire childhood. When he had grown old enough to leave his home and family, he did just that and went off to become a literate member of society. This part of his life is rather dull, and not all to exciting to describe. The true interest lies in his work career, and what became of it.

The Doctor had started a study in the human mind, and how different things can affect a person’s psychosis. He had several subjects, and two aids, and his experiments tended to be rather cruel in nature. After nearly a year of studious work, the aids left him, disgusted by his treatment of his patients. His work fell apart, and soon all three of his subjects had died.

The Northern man was left with nothing to his name, but some partially finished papers and three dead bodies. Food was scarce, and soon he was forced to find a way to dispose of the corpses he kept on ice. He had eaten odd things from his homeland, but nothing like human flesh. At first, he was apprehensive, but acted as it were cow, and not his fellow species.

Something clicked in his mind after he had been consuming human meat, and he was never the same afterward. After working with psychotic patients, and then being forced to the point of starvation where he had to eat what remained of them.. The Doctor had become just as psychotic as his subjects ever were, and perhaps worse.

After he had eaten off the three patients, he traced down his aids, and killed them in cold blood. Severin found he liked the taste of human far more than any other meat he had before, it was far more nutritious. It held all the vitamins he needed to survive, and then some.

It was only a matter of time before the authorities found him out, and the public was disgusted by what the once good Doctor had done. In fear for his life, he escaped into hiding.
Luckily for him, the take over of the City in which he lived distracted everyone from the heinous acts he had committed, and the past Law force was disbanded or forced underground.

Occupation :: Retired Mental Doctor/Scientist.
Residence :: Dr. Oddssen lives in a Tomb in the Graveyard of Wyander, a place that has long since been cleared of its former occupants and is now modified to suit basic living needs. Candles rest on the small indents where coffins were meant to be, carefully placed so they won't destroy the multitude of books and papers scattered about. The room is furnished with scruffy bits of furniture here and there, placed with no decoraters taste. An old armchair, with a three-legged booktable beside it, stacked high with forever unfinished paperwork, a makeshift bed created from a slab of concrete in the center of the small space, covered in moth-eaten blankets and sheets, an old bundled up jacket used as a pillow.

The makeshift residence almost has a homey feel, if you can ignore the fact that it is underground and had once held occupants who no longer breathed. A mist of damp, death, and darkness still lingeres over the distinct smell of life, though scents of old candle wax and dust are growing stronger as the days pass.

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Saint-Cinq

Character Name :: Lt. Valerius Saunderly
Gaia Username :: Saint-Cinq

Age :: 28
Physical Description :: Valerius is a tall, fairly young man in his late twenty's. His once-midnight black hair has started to take on a dark grey color and his eyes are a shade of steel blue, constantly darting back and forth, wary of oncoming attackers or threats. Although contrary to his military background, he prefers having his hair just touching his shoulders, but not long enough in front that it might obscure his vision. On his left arm is a long scar which he often hides with long-sleeved shirt or, in the hot months, excessive bandaging. He has a runner’s build which, owing to current situation in Wynander, has thinned out even more, giving him a vaguely skeletal look. Tucked in his shirt pocket is a scrap of note paper which he never takes out.

Personality :: Val is stern and disciplined, though unafraid to have a good laugh with his comrades. In uncomfortable or strange situations (more often than not, social ones), he slips back into the security of his soldier mentality and relies on that to decide how to act. Edgy and occasionally over-protective, Val has a difficult time letting go of his old life as a soldier, especially now that the city has fallen into utter chaos. He comes across as cold and self-serving at first glance, but if he becomes loyal to a cause or a person, he’ll do everything within his power to ensure their safety. What Val has the most trouble with is taking too much responsibility upon himself. As a lieutenant, he was used to handling large groups of people and taking charge of them. During the recent events, he finds it increasingly difficult to trust other people and constantly approaches any new acquaintance with suspicion and misgivings. Once an introvert, Val has become a loner, a mercenary acting for his own purposes and needs rather than for a group goal, almost completely opposite from his days in the army.
At first glance, Val appears to be quite the loner, preferring to be by himself and away from the action as much as possible. He is distant and rather uptight, often too cautious around new people and in unfamiliar surroundings. Experience has taught him not to trust others easily, though he’ll make an exception for any comrades from his old unit. Despite having been discharged from the military for a little under a year, Val still reverts to his soldier habits, even more so now that Wynander has fallen into chaos.
He will ensure his own survival at any cost and is unafraid to hurt others to do so. He tries to rid himself of emotion, but oddly enough, when he works with his close friends he tends to blame himself if something goes wrong or if one of them gets hurt.

Background Information ::Valerius Saunderly was born into a middle-class family with great dreams. He initially was a Romantic at heart, believing that if he tried hard enough he could solve any problem. This mindset was caused by all the stories his family told him about his grandfather, whom Val grew to know as a great war hero. When he came of age, everything in his life (right down to his name) seemed to point him in the direction of a career in the military.
Naturally, he tried to be just like his grandfather and become his version of the ideal soldier. Many battles, scrimishes, and fallen comrades later, Valerius began to learn about the darker side to those childhood stories. Disillusioned and doubtful, he had discarded his youthful ideas about the glory of the military, preferring to see things in a more realistic light. Somewhere inside him still dwells a desire to see a true hero, but for the most part his practical side assures him that that's highly unlikely. After being taken captive and escaping, seeing the fall of the city to Sehket, and witnessing the chaotic violence in the streets, Valerius now tries to stay alive to pay back a very old debt.

Occupation :: Mercenary, occasional thief when business is slow.

Residence :: Harbor. Val has staked out the upper floor of a looted shop near the water, which has a window overlooking the street.

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Paine Nawali

Gaia Username : Paine Nawali
Character Name : Yami Chou
Age : 16
Height : 5' 4
Weight : 125
Size : Average build

Physical Appearance : Yami Chou has never cut her hair, but she had done her best to keep her own brown locks straight. The long strands go down to her back when left alone, but due to her "work", she ties it up with a piece of cloth in a high ponytail. Her almond shaped brown eyes always have some sort of mysterious sparkle when she smiles at someone, especially her sister. She doesn't mind much of her own physical appearance, but she does mind if she looks untidy.

Outfit: Due to the poor lifestyle she had been living with her sister, many of Yami's clothes are not of high quality, and most of her clothes could be used as dust rags rather than clothes. When Hikari got her own dress, Yami got something other than beautiful clothes, and stuck with the paint set, the rags and the tattered apron she wears. She doesn't own shoes, and goes barefoot most of the time, so her feet are rough, due to how many days, months, and years she went without shoes on. Dangling from her neck is a heart shaped locket similar to her sisters.

Personality : Unusual by nature, Yami had grown up to be the protector of her older sister, Hikari, despite being the younger one. Due to her sister's shy personality, Yami has done the most talking for the two sisters, when explaining things to other people. She usually doesn't trust people at first, until she has some good, few hints of who the person is before going in depth with her conversations. She is kind by nature, but that doesn't mean she has to be kind to everyone. Her attitude will usually change if the person is acting mean to her, or threatening her sister.

Background Information: There was nothing truly special about Yami and her sister Hikari's background. Their family was one of the poor and unknown families in Wynander, living in a one room shack on the outskirts, they could only afford little food, candles for light, fabric to make clothing, and mats to sleep on. After the overthrow of the previous government, the Chou father disappeared, the family assuming that he ran away because of his cowardice. Soonafter, the Chou mother sent her two daughters out of the house, and due to her sickly nature, she later died. All that she left for the two girls were things that they now do for a living. Yami was given an expensive paint set as her share, and now draws and sells her artwork, trying to earn some money to support both her and her sister somehow, without having to steal, or hurt someone.

Occupation : Artist
Residence : Lives in the Lystar Community with her sister, Hikari

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Arishi

Character Name :: Zasar
Gaia Username :: Arishi

Physical Description :: Arms were probably just a little too long, well muscled and almost making him appear ‘buff’ if it weren’t for his lean body and thin face.
Skin was darkly tanned and almost leathery, with many freckles and a few pale scars plainly visible, and fresh looking sunburns on his shoulders and upper chest--his face protected by a large, flamboyant black hat holding a bent purple feather.
Under said hat came long, stringy white hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, pale stubble on his face giving off the fact he didn’t shave often, or hadn’t the means to a shaving tool period. Eyes were pale brown in colour, and he was bestowed with a long, slightly crooked nose, uneven teeth, wide, slightly slanted lips, and an overall joyous expression.
Upper body was covered in a faded blue-grey vest, with brownish black-to-greying slacks worn over his legs with a not-so-fancy belt, and tall, worn, leathery, and obviously piratee boots worn on his feet. A once white shirt that had probably at one point been worn under his vest was now usually seen tied around his waist.
Personality :: Maybe the sun had just finally gotten to him, or perhaps it had something to do with his missing crew, but--Zasar, at times, seemed a little... insane.
He had a tendency for random mood swings, and when he wasn’t speaking quite cheerfully (in an eerie sort of way), he would seem almost sad.
Enjoying his time by telling whimsical stories, he was prone to leaning dramatically on one arm even when he wasn’t weaving fanciful tales of the sea and it’s, well, fancies. But the people, who –truly- knew him, recognized that he was dead serious about almost anything he went on about, despite how he displayed the information.
Despite his usuall moods, Zasar was also gifted with an extremely short temper, and when he angered, he screamed. He threw fits, and went even more –crazy- then he was known for. But the outbreaks were short, and his anger seemed to come in stages, simmering down to an eerie silence, as he seemed almost calm, and fell to talking in. Well. Riddles, actually.
But anger issues aside, the pirate was prone to happy outbursts, joyful greetings, dancing to unheard music in which he did not bother to hum or whistle to, working tirelessly on keeping his pretty vessel, the St. Bandit’s Fairy up and looking great (despite how, since his return to the city, no one since had seen it sail), telling wild sea adventures, and talking to his beloved ship.

Background Information :: If the stories Zasar weaved were true (and they were quite elaborate indeed), then he had quite the cunning past, filled with adventure and vast riches, fierce battles and in his own words, great entertainment.
Possibly a week or so before Sehket’s awakening, the St. Bandit’s Fairy and her lovely crew of crooked cruel pirates docked at the glorious harbour of Wynander, intending on selling off the more useless of goods from raids having taken place recently before.
They stayed a while to mingle with the public, taking their sweet times in the local pubs. But when the gates locked and the city was thrown into chaos, Zasar’s men were some of the first to flee the ‘obviously cursed’ city.
Captain Zasar and his crew took their chances with the sea monsters, but soon returned to the docks with considerably fewer crewmembers, and a badly damaged ship.
Most of the rest of the members of the St. Bandit’s Fairy decided to take their chances with the forests (being as fierce of pirates that they were), or attempted to ride the waters again (some believed their good captain had turned back too soon, while they could have made it past). Most of Zasar’s crew was never seen again, though a few members were left throughout the town, as sort of ex-pirates. A little too cowardly to hang around the harbour, and their former captain. True pirates indeed.

Occupation :: Pirate on leave/occasional mercenary for hire
Residence :: The Harbour (takes up residence on the St. Bandit’s Fairy).