A gypsyish soul who makes her living doing odd jobs, Angelica can sometimes be found around the Wherehouse. She's fairly tall (5'8"), and has an athletic build. Her reddish-brown hair is worn long, and she has greenish-brown eyes. This isn't much of a change of lifestyle, as she did similar things out in the World before she wandered into Bordertown.
A small, slender human woman, with bright auburn hair and deep green eyes, Brianna owns (and, for the moment, lives out of) a midnight blue conversion van. She is never without her crochet bag, and makes a living selling blankets and sweaters. In fact, she can most often be found in Trader's Heaven, where she makes a pretty good living.
A tattooed, gypsy-ish free spirit who nests on the roof of the Wherehouse, Corva is seldom without her flock. She carries on conversations with them, and they scrounge for her and tell her what they see. She makes a living selling teas and other things, often travelling into the Nevernever for supplies.
IC: I'm Grey--a halfie? trueblood? human? no one knows. I look like an excruciatingly normal human, except that I have one brown eye and one blue eye. I wear my dark hair very short and don't dye or bleach it, since it's already liberally sprinkled with silver (and has been since I was eighteen, even IRL), which is a sign of the bardic gift, as are the different-colored eyes. I'm medium height, medium weight. I have no pierced body parts, tattoos, or non-accidental scarring. I use some face
paint on occasion, and always wear a silver ear cuff. Clothes-wise, I seldom dress "with flair."
I came to BTown in an effort to escape the Changeling Effect, but found instead that I brought it with me. Now I'm learning to live with it. The Effect involves several phenomena: I frequently run into doppelgangers, either people who look like me or whose lives have an eerie resemblance to mine--and strangers often claim to have met me before; also, until people get to know me well, I "don't stick" in their minds or realities--i.e. photos of me don't turn out or just disappear, and I often hear very specific ideas of my own coming word for word out of others' mouths as *their* ideas. Even elves seem susceptible to the Changling Effect (although, curiously enough, Ronin appears to be immune).
Personality-wise, I'm always interested in what makes others work, and tend to ask lots of questions--although not always the usual questions. At the same time, I seldom heed warnings and am afraid of no one and nothing--regardless of warnings of danger--unless I myself have already been harmed by them. These traits make my life interesting and also can get me into trouble. However, I often (not always!) escape the harm others incurr simply because I face a potentially hostile individual or situation not with fear or answering hostility but with lively curiosity and acceptance.
I am currently living in Tree Corner, an upper corner room in the Wherehouse that has a tree branch growing in through one window and out through another.
Generally considered a halfie, Grubber looks like an extremely thick-built elf, with burnished gold eyes. He wears faded blue jeans and an undyed leather vest, and is usually barefoot. While he spends the majority of his time in the Nevernever, every so often he finds himself drawn to visit Bordertown and listen to some music.
Grubber is a tracker. He lives in the Nevernever pretty much full time, and knows how to survive there. He has learned the basics of the Elvish traditions of magic, though his spells are simple and purely pragmatic; he can also communicate with canines (most easily with wolves). Out in the Nevernever, he lives and travels with a wolf pack, but they never accompany him into town.
A human urchin with a peculiar background, Lyrin has knee-length hair (blond fading to white) and tends to dress scruffy. She's very quiet and keeps mostly to herself, but she pays attention to her surroundings. She doesn't deal well with either magic or technology, and tries to stay away from it.
A strange figure in ratty (mousy?) clothes and a battered tophat, Mouse appears to be one of Soho's street people. He spends his time scrounging, and sometimes builds small windup toys for his own amusement. He can often be seen conversing with his cat, though the cat has not been heard to answer him. He seems human, if grubby.
People call me Ren. I'm about 5'7", lanky and fit with long black hair the color of a raven's wing (dyed or natural, who knows?), with almond-shaped eyes the color of the changing-seasons. I'm a wanderer by nature and a trader for profit. I often travel back and forth from the World to B-Town and back again bringing things back and forth for those that want it and can afford it, or for those who TRULY have a need for it. Whatever you want. I can get. Whether from B-Town, Elfland, or the World. IF you can meet my price. Hope to see ya around. And remember, if I can't get it for you, then it most likely doesn't exist.
Description: Ronin is a halfie, (or a quadroon, since only 1/4 of his blood is human), with the height, slender build, and aristocratic features of an elf, but the coloration of a human: Dark, almost-black hair, olive skin, and ash-grey eyes. He dresses in a variety of fashions, but always loose in case he has to move. At the moment he is wearing a shortsword, but
he has quite a weapons collection and changes armament according to the mood of the day.
Skills, talents, background, rumors, and outright lies: Ronin was part of a small group of gladiators which were recently set free when the silver suits found and closed an arena (which had been operating illegally in B-town for the entertainment of some of the Very Rich). He is now trying to
make the transition from what he was doing, back to being a
useful/productive member of b-town society. To accomplish this, he has apprenticed himself to one of the local (elf) sorcerers, where he is dramatically expanding his sorcerous skills. He is trained in Shindach (an elvish martial art), but relies mostly on his skills as a blademaster. (Actually, he generally tries *not* to rely on those skills.)
He has little experience with guns or missile weapons, and even less experience with people. He met December by accident, and has been slowly making friends within the Marches. He lives (currently) in an old house on the edges of soho, in a spot where both magic and technology almost never work. Eventually, he may become a fairly adept sorcerer and develop some people-skills, but he has a ways to go yet.
Note: Since then he has given up his job as sorcerer's apprentice and become a silver suit.
Description: Tarin ("Catseyes") is a halfie, with elfin features but auburn hair and green eyes (with the slit pupils of a cat, thanks to a small magical accident). He stands around five foot ten, with elven features but a slightly heavier build. A native of bordertown, he has a good basic sorcerous background but has specialized in shapeshifting and body-control spells. His mentor makes a living providing the mystical equivalent of plastic surgery (not too glorious, but it pays he bills) to rich patrons
from the Hill. In emergencies either Tarin or his mentor can do some healing, provided that magic is working of course. Tarin understands the basics of technology but isn't as adept with it as he is with magic.
He lives out of a small room on the second floor of the Wherehouse, where he keeps his meager possessions. His hair is in a skater's cut, with one side shaved and the other hanging down to his shoulder. Generally, he's friendly and pretty laid back, but he understands the importance of community and is always willing to help out. He has friends among the Rune
Lords, but is not one himself.
Other notes: Shapeshifting is a dangerous occupation in B-town. Tarin relies on a "feel" for current levels of magic and the speed with which he casts most spells to avoid accidents. Needless to say, he can still be caught off guard by a stray magical current, as evidenced by his eyes.
Looks like we got a lot of new people this side of the border, so it looks like maybe an introduction is in order.. (Amazing how many people show up while I'm off in the basement tinkering with stuff.. Of course, most things don't take me months upon months to fix, but hey, this was tricky.. :)
Anyways, for those of you that know me, ignore this and sit back
laughing.. :) For those of you that don't, here goes.. I'm TechWolf, a big goofy german guy with a lot of facial hair and as much technical knowledge as the Ticker.. I live in the basement of Claris' warehouse, in order to make sure her boiler and heat continue to function, seeing as I was the one who
designed the system. My music tastes go everywhere to anything, and you'll always hear some sort of musical beat underfoot, as I'm almost never without music of some sort. I'm a comedian, always making jokes, bad puns, and good impressions and accents... (as the people who know me will attest to with a grimace) ;) I keep my midnight black Triumph motorcycle down
in my basement room with me, and that's where I live.. I don't come out a lot, sometimes.. especially when I'm deep in thought or working on something.. I get really compulsive obsessive when I work, so I usually don't come out until I finish something.. Oh yeah, you people will know me cuz I'm the big human guy with a lot of facial hair, purple and blue pigtails, the blue backwards cap, and the trenchcoat.. You'll *always* see me in that, as the regulars once again will attest to. Well, I'm sure the others have already told you too much about me as it is, so I'll cut it short here.. ;)
And just remember, you need something fixed, knock on the basement door. I can't guarantee that I'll hear you, or that I'll be able to fix your item, but I *am* the best shot you've got here.. :)
Angelica Danion