The Blackwood House
PROFILEAge: 23 Occupation: Flute player - the stage doesn't matter, though he usually performs in Mahogany Hall these days. Closest To: Revolutionaries; Bohemians Significant Other: Wren; Tiny Family: Parents in tomb-colony; Cornelius Blackwood (brother); Aster Belmont (cousin). Physical Description: A young man with rather short figure and bobbed, slightly wavy blonde hair. The cut is a little messy. The color of his eyes is the bright yet dormant green. Personality: Pragmatic and down-to-earth with some idealistic side. Usually means well in his intention. Awfully blunt when alert. Likes/Dislikes: Music; money. / Corrupt authorities and nobility; the Correspondence. Strength/Weakness: Despite his occasional grumpy demeanor, he is determined to make the best out of his situation. His physical condition doesn't help him much, however. Extra:
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Robin is young enough that London has never been on the Surface in his life, yet the impact of the Fall on his family has always been undeniable. As the condition of his physique worsened, he clang to the only thing that he can focus on without drifting into sleep: creating music. With the little connections left that his name could bring him, he landed a job as one of the few musicians allowed to perform in the Empress' Court. The Court was never his favorite place - too quiet, one of the hardest places to stay awake in when he is not playing his flute, and not to mention the type of people who gather there - but it earned him a living and kept him afloat.
Occasionally whispers would transform into vocal arguments and disagreements, such as the day a poet was banished to the tomb-colonies for singing about the cowardly royalty. Now, after working there for quite a while, the sight of someone getting thrown out for one misstep wasn't strange to Robin anymore, but there was something about the incident that stayed with him. Since then, he found himself loitering in the streets to observe people more often than ever, until one day, a courier with golden locks took notice on him and his habit of dozing off every now and then. The courier invited him to a stroll in Spite, and after a few exchange of words, offered him to work together for a Cause. Although Robin initially refused, the two began seeing each other more, grew closer, and eventually started living together. After he was exiled from the Palace for one too many cup of coffee and opinion, he started working in Mahogany Hall and rediscovered the joy of performing in front of an audience again. |
PROFILEAge: ??? Occupation: Courier Closest To: Revolutionaries Significant Other: Robin Blackwood Family: He isn't sure if he had any. Physical Description: A tall youthful man whose golden locks and voice shine in contrast of his otherwise shabby appearance. There is a tinge of violet in his blue eyes. Personality: Capricious and amoral. He tends to move first and think later, but has a shrewd side when he doesn't let his emotion get the best of him. Loyal to those he favours. Likes/Dislikes: Good food; occult. / His own forgetfulness. Strength/Weakness: Athletic, flexible, and strangely adept in dangerous situations. He is best suited to be a courier in this city, but he is too rash and forgetful for his own good. Extra:
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Wren doesn't remember a lot of things, not even his past. He awakened in the street one day with no clue of his identity except for a strange makeshift storybook, but no matter how he asked and looked, no one recognized him or his book. At lost, he decided to use the name signed on the cover of the book.
He adapted to the street life in no time, much to his curiosity, as it felt his body knows how to wield a knife and how to navigate the labyrinth of dark streets and rooftops. Was he an urchin before? A criminal? But if so, wouldn't he have found someone - anyone - who could recognize him? He soon forgot these questions too as he became absorbed in the everyday struggle for a piece of bread. The struggle that led him to joining a cause for change and freedom. One day, while he went about his business, he noticed he kept coming across a drowsy young man in scarf. As he approached the young man to pilfer him, the man awakened, forcing him to start a conversation in attempt to not look too suspicious. To his surprise, the man opened up to him - about his job, his position, and what he had seen. That was when he realized: despite their different outward appearances, they are the same inside. That young man is his most precious treasure now. Wren will do anything to protect him. Yes, anything. Even if he lost himself in the process, if it was for his beloved, Wren will do it. |
PROFILEAge: 27 Occupation: Painter Closest To: Bohemians Family: Robin Blackwood (cousin, caretaker) Physical Description: A scrawny woman with unkempt shoulder-length blonde hair. Her hands are often sticky with oil paint. Her appetite is appalling. Personality: Single-minded, cheery. and plucky. She sees the positive side of everything and few can faze her. Likes/Dislikes: Stars; Celestial art. / Pretentious art critics. Strength/Weakness: She is excellent at painting scenery, but her attempts at drawing living creatures are - ah - unsatisfactory. Extra:
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Despite being a Neath-born, Aster has always been fascinated by stars. Not the false-stars on the Roof, but the real stars adorning the boundless skies. Stories, poems, paintings - any work of art depicting the skies is precious to her. When she learned how to paint, she began to put the skies she wishes to see on canvas as well. Simply imagining how the skies look isn't enough for her, but she has heard stories about how that is impossible for a Neath-born, about how the Boatman will claim your life forever if you ever step out from the darkness. She once resigned herself to that, but it changed with one tale from zailors just returning from the Avid Horizon: they saw stars. Real stars. Their light was maddening, nothing like the false-stars on the Roof. This is it, she can see real stars in the Neath after all! But nobody will take her north to the Horizon. Too dangerous, they said. Little Robin rejected her idea too. She lost hope, until she began hearing whispers from a well. Go North, the well said, North. And she is only eager to follow what the whispers tell her. |
PROFILEAge: 28 Occupation: Engineer Closest To: Revolutionaries Family: Parents in tomb-colony; Robin Blackwood (brother); Aster Belmont (cousin). Physical Description: A bespectacled man with freckled face and brown eyes. His light auburn hair is cut short and straight. Overall, an unassuming appearance. Personality: Nosy, proud and self-absorbed, at times to the point of arrogance. Despite this, he is genuine in his desire to bring justice to those looming spires. Likes/Dislikes: Old maps, clockworks and machinery. / The Bazaar and the Masters. Strength/Weakness: Adept and intelligent, he is one of the few Scholar of Correspondence with knowledge of the fiery language's icy cousin, the Discordance. He has a disagreeable personality, however. |
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