Character Sheet: The Alliteration Association

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Yes, all of them.

Name: Wally Wells-Worthington, Jr.

Approximate Age: Mid twenties.

Gender Presentation: Male-ish--I mean, he likes to wear women's clothing.

Height: Around 5'8".

Build: Decidedly average for an upper-class gentleman such as himself, though he has a surprisingly thin waist, allowing him to wear corsets a little more comfortably.

Hair: A bright tawny, which is always perfectly coifed in the fashion of the day.

Eyes: A pleasant caramel brown.

Dress Style: Always tastefully luxurious, made with fabrics of silk and fine linen. The few times he's bothered to wear a suit, he tends to favour well-fitted suits in respectably sober colors; in his usual garment of dresses, however, he prefers jewel tones.

Distinguishing Features: He has freckles, a multitude of them, all over his face and arms and legs--odd for a man who's lived his whole life underground...

Notable Possessions: His family estate, Adharcach Manour. His treasured collection of dresses from his mother. All of his other dresses and accessories (especially a finely-wrought fecund tiara owned by his mother), comprising a closet that would put his own fiance to shame.

Manner of Speaking: Much breezier than one would expect out of a gentleman as rich and as titled as he. Likes mispronouncing foreign words on purpose to annoy people (read: Marina).

General Attitude: Nonchalant, friendly, puckish.

General Impression: An eccentric. A little bit arrogant, a little bit more perceptive than he seems of the world around him, and not a little bit afraid to point out and laugh at the expected in a situation. Looks surprisingly good in a dress.

The Basics

Full Name: Winston Wells-Worthington, Jr.

Aliases: Wally, the Unorthodox Nobleman, the Nimbled-Fingered Violinist

Birthday: December 4

Age: 28

Distinguishing Features: Freckles.

Manner of Movement: As self-assured and as proud as a preening peacock, waltzing from one place to the next.

Physical Health: Average. He gets most of his exercise riding horseback, playing polo, and making music.

Mental Health: Average, though he misses his mother and father very much, still.

Positive Traits: Fun, perceptive, loving. Devoted to his fiance.

Negative Traits: Careless, vain, arrogant, a bit too cruelly sarcastic at times. Sensitive about any insults to his family or to his choice of nickname.

Quirks & Habits: Enjoys wearing outfits of the feminine persuasion.

Vices: The typical ones of a young man stuck most of the time at Court--alcohol, a bit of laudanum here and there (though his soon-to-be wife is trying to get him off it completely), and honey. Is incredibly concerned with his sense of style, and pays quite a lot to keep up with the cutting-edge of trends and fashions.

Getting Things Done

Allies & Associates: The Alliteration Association. The higher echelons of Court. His beloved barrister and handler of affairs, Mr. Maximillian. His small army of servants and staff.

Pets: A surprisingly silent chestnut stallion named Aon.

Connections:

Finance: He's the richest out of a quintet of rather well-off people. Do you think that money could be any object?

Residence: A very respectable address near Concord Square, a sprawling (for London), well kept estate and early Regency-style manse named Adharcach Manour.

Favoured Weapon: Money. All half-jokes aside, he has an adequate amount of rapier training.

Combat Style: Ascribes to the Ted DiBiase school of fighting.

Questions of Some Importance

Have you got a...

Boat? Yes, a Majestic Pleasure Yacht named the Wallicent.

Club? Used to be part of the Young Stags, but when he got engaged Allie made him quit--officially, at least.

Affiliation? ...high Society? The Court musicians, so on. The Alliteration Association.

Faction? Society.

Background

Life Before London: Born in London.

How did you Fall?: See above.

A Brief History of Life in London: Adored his mother, liked his father. Mother was from Surface and of German decent, but had to go to the Neath to do noble stuff, missed the sun. The family took a vacation to Aestival cause they could afford it, little nine-year-old Wally got freckles and his mother died. Now is the only remaining heir of both the Wells and the Worthingtons, and so is more or less filthy rich (and is technically a Count), but still likes to earn a pittance or two performing with the Association.

Religion: A very meh Protestant.

Occupation: Rich layabout, violinist, violist, and glockenspielist.

Hobbies & Interests: Shopping for clothes, arguing, practical jokes, stupid dares, music, equestrianism, polo.

Talents: Looking very good in women's clothing. Can play the violin, viola, and glockenspiel (which are not the same thing as xylophones, though he knows and apologizes for how stupidly simple the difference is).

Education: Got his gentleman's third at Summerset. Had a tutor for the viola from age 6, and the violin from age 5. Glockenspiel he mostly learned on his own.

Languages: English, as well as a bit of Welsh, Scottish Gaelic, French, and German.

Family: Father, Winston Wells, died from consumption. Mother, Wallis Oskaria Worthington, deceased.

The Relationship Stuff

Relationship Status: Engaged to the lovely Allicent Adder.

Sexual Orientation: Though some don't believe him for quite a while, he is not attracted towards men at all--he just likes women's clothing much better.

Anything Else?: The habit of crossdressing started when started playing around with his mother's dresses--it was funny to make her laugh, yeah, but the dresses were also very pretty and made him feel good wearing them. In his personal opinion, he would have to blame that eccentricity on the fact he simply got used to wearing skirts as a little boy, and never really outgrew that comfortable feeling.

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Name: Allie Adder

Approximate Age: Late twenties, early thirties.

Gender Presentation: Female.

Height: Around 5'3".

Build: Slim, lithe.

Hair: As black and as shiny as obsidian.

Eyes: Curious colouration--a glinting green on the outside, with a starburst of light brown at the center.

Dress Style: Simple, elegant, flowing--as much as Victorian garments can be flowing while also being respectable, at least. Likes pale colours, to contrast with her new-moon skin, with designs, if any, in subtle, geometric patterns.

Distinguishing Features: Her eyes are quite a sight, especially against her dark skin. Her voice, due to some throat damage she demurs to discuss the reason for, is whispery and soft. Has weakness of breath (asthma).

Notable Possessions: A grand collection of innocently labelled poisons of various make, strength, and effects. Her smaller, though much more touted, collection of flute-related and flute-shaped paraphernalia, including her own silver flute, imported from the Surface.

Manner of Speaking: Quiet, polite, friendly. Due to her throat, she speaks alost as if she's constantly trying to whistle while out of breath. When she is scolding someone or keeping them in line, her voice grows a little hoarser.

General Attitude: Gentle, good-humoured, but never a pushover. Seriously, do not cross her.

General Impression: The mediator of the group. Not afraid to get exasperated and throughly amused by her friends' antics, though she prefers to stay out of it herself and simply....watch.

The Basics

Full Name: Allicent Alysanne Adder.

Aliases: Allie, the Whisper-Voiced Flutist

Birthday: February 27

Age: 30

Distinguishing Features: Eyes, skin colour, voice.

Manner of Movement: Limber, lithe, and surprisingly silent, moving from one place to the next as quickly as a silent river at night.

Physical Health: A bit on the frailer side, with her asthma and throat and whatnot.

Mental Health: Average.

Positive Traits: Friendly, kind, gentle, well-read.

Negative Traits: A bit too impartial at times, rather easily annoyed. Lets things slide way too often for some people's liking--publicly. Privately, she can be very vengeful, and isn't afraid to use her skills.

Quirks & Habits: She does a stifled sigh quite often.

Vices: As little as she can help it--she is a spiritual Anglican who takes such things seriously enough, and her health leaves few vices open to her. Cooking, maybe, and the fact that she still has her...collection.

Getting Things Done

Allies & Associates: The Alliteration Association. The artists and art-lovers of Court. Her two identical twin maids, Lily and Lila.

Pets: A Salt Weasel named Nessy.

Connections:

Finance: The daughter of a famous culinary critic and member of de Gustibus, she may be noveau riche but she has quite a bit of it. Is now enaged to Wally, which further increases her spending money, though she insists on keeping their accounts and expenses separate for the moment.

Residence: Grew up in a respectable house near the Bazaar, currently lives with her maids at a lonely townhouse near the Quarter, at 4 Mane Lane.

Favoured Weapon: Poison in one's food, one's perfume, one's dog...okay, maybe not that last one.

Combat Style: If Wally is Ted DiBiase, she's definitely Jake the Snake (minus the drug problems and being a male wrassler).

Questions of Some Importance

Have you got a...

Boat? Yes, a Swift Zee Clipper called the Akliss.

Club? Still technically a member of de Gustibus, like her father, though she only visits during particular days of the Neath...

Affiliation? Society? The Court musicians and artists. The Alliteration Association.

Faction? Society. Formerly, the Great Game.

Background

Life Before London: Born in London.

How did you Fall?: See above.

A Brief History of Life in London: Joined the Great Game, like most Society folks, out of boredom when visiting Veilgarden; turned out to be very good at it. She lied, cheated, and stealed, copied tattoos (though she never got one herself), did courier work, and was espeically good at poisoning, which got the attention of the Cheesemonger. Needless to say, once she got to the exploding people part something in her was horrified, and so she wanted to quit--but she couldn't. Couldn't, that is, until she heard tale of a priest who managed to escape for good. Following his directions, she came to the house of...someone (she suspects that they wiped her memory somehow), and a few months later watched her dossier burn in front of her eyes as she wept in relief. Now is an Anglican, follows the ideals of the Anchoress, and is generally trying to live a normal life...unless someone comes, that is. She keeps her posions for that very prupose, still.

Religion: Anglican.

Occupation: Flutist, clarinetist, recorder-player.

Hobbies & Interests: Music, cooking, making sure the Association stay out of trouble, living a normal life.

Talents: Cooking and critiquing. Playing most woodwinds, actually, though don't go to her to play brass. Concocting nefarious concoctions.

Education: Governess and finishing school. Studied for a semester at Benthic in Music Theory, but dropped it after disagreeing with the professor (and maybe causing them to go to the Colonies--she was young and stupid then.)

Languages: English, enough French to impress the gentlefolk.

Family: Father, Zacchaeus James Adder, alive (though currently a Tomb Colomist). Mother, unknown, though presumably deceased.

The Relationship Stuff

Relationship Status: Engaged to the fondly annoying git Wally Wells-Worthington, Jr.

Sexual Orientation: Swings both ways, but much prefers men.

Anything Else?: Nothing much, no.

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Name: Quentin 'Quent' Quagmire

Approximate Age: Early thirties...?

Gender Presentation: Male.

Height: Around 5'4".

Build: Spindly, gangly limbs that remind one of an overgrown schoolboy.

Hair: A sickly sort of light brown, dry, usually uncombed, and longer than is considered fashionable. It gets into his eyes a lot, but her refuses to do more than trim it.

Eyes: Grey, lit like an angry storm cloud covering the moon.

Dress Style: Finely tailored in black and, at best, charcoal grey; one almost thinks he tries to contrast his clothes with how unkempt the rest of him looks.

Distinguishing Features: He wears glasses, a heavy pair with tortoiseshell rims and ink and grease stains always on its lenses.

Notable Possessions: His very expensive fountain pen and two inkwells: one of ornately wrought silver, with designs of musical scores and dusty from use, and a clumsy, heavy piece made of solid bronze gilded with unornamented ormolu.

Manner of Speaking: Quick and unsure, as if at any moment someone will come and reprimand him for some minor offense.

General Attitude: Nervous, nervous, and nervous.

General Impression: Nervous as a mouse, quiet, and very unsure of himself. Looks much older than he actually is, but acts much younger with how he is always afraid of making a mistake. It's a wonder he doesn't stutter.

The Basics

Full Name: Quentin Miles Quinn

Aliases: Quent, Quentin Quagmire, the Shaky-Handed Playwright

Birthday: October 31

Age: 22

Distinguishing Features: Wears glasses.

Manner of Movement: Shuffling, as if trying to sink into the ground.

Physical Health: Average.

Mental Health: Not very good, actually. Not Bethlehem material by any means, but still scarred from his horrible childhood.

Positive Traits: A listener. The most intelligent of their group, even above Allicent. Incredibly humble. Well-read. Hard worker. Quick learner.

Negative Traits: Sensitive, incredibly humble, nervous, shy, doubtful--but only of himself.

Quirks & Habits: Runs his fingers or tugs his hair when he's thinking or nervous. Drums fingers on wooden surfaces almost complusively.

Vices: Needs laudanum every once in a while to sleep. And to forget.

Getting Things Done

Allies & Associates: The Alliteration Association. The artists of Court. The better sort of Bohemians who make up the majority of his loyal appreciation society.

Pets: A Cheerful Goldfish named Agathos.

Connections:

Finance: Quite decently off, for a playwright.

Residence: A respectable three-floor townhouse across Elderwick Street, or, more specifically, across Jonquil Hall.

Favoured Weapon: ...his words?

Combat Style: Is about as adept at fighting and intimidation as David Flair.

Questions of Some Importance

Have you got a...

Boat? Nope.

Club? The leader, whether he liked it or not, of his appreciation society, the Onerios.

Affiliation? ...high Society? The Court musicians, so on. The Alliteration Association.

Faction? Society and Bohemians both.

Background

Life Before London: The only Association member not born in London until Marina came along, Quent was born Quentin Miles Quinn in Ireland, the youngest child and son of four children from an Irish father and a Danish mother. Both accomplished concert pianists, while his father focused on making enough to feed the family, his mother, in between hiring herself out as a music tutor, tried to train her four kids in the art of piano. None really stuck to it until Quent, and that was more because of his gift of learning things quickly if given the time to practice rather than a virtuoso talent. Still, however, his mother zeroed in on that quality, lavishing all her attention onto her youngest son and completely ignoring her other htree, leading to Quentin being bullied by his brothers out of a twisted jealousy and being bullied by his peers for being a mama's boy.

The sort of attention given to him, however, was one no one would care to have, especially at such a young age: his mother was emotionally abusive, after one practice round (which usually lasted for an hour and a half straight without rest at full, which was put into effect at the age of eight) being terribly smothering, full of praise, and doting, calling him her 'little virtuoso', and the second, even if he hadn't suffered in quality, screaming at him, calling him worthless, and asking if he'd rather be in the streets after they died and the money ran out. His only solace from his torment--which usually lasted from dawn to late in the evening if his day was completely free--was reading in their vast library, whiling the hours away until dawn and weekdays, where the teasing of his classmates was nothing comapred to his mohter's insults. Despite his love for reading, languages, and the like, however, he was a poor student due to him always sleeping in class--except for Music, of course, the only thing that really mattered.

His mother succeeded in raising a successor: Quent had his first concert at the age of twelve, and from then travelled around the Isles to perform, first in front of tens then of hundreds who would watch him play, his mother always at his side.

He was miserable.

How did you Fall?: There was a concert in London he had to do at 18, in front of the Empress's Court; the fact that his mother couldn't travel with him for once after having her own musical commitments get in the way, and the fact that he met Allie, Gar, and Wally then, assuredly made this performance his last.

A Brief History of Life in London: After recieving the hefty payment, he changed his name, grew out his hair, sold his musical paraphernalia, and became a translator of plays and works of the written word for Bohemians and lower Society alike. In his spare time, he read and wrote his own plays, which garnered enough attention over the years to make his pen in demand and his pockets very heavy.

Religion: Raised an Easter Catholic, now an agnostic--though he'd never say that out loud.

Occupation: Playwright, translator, unofficial tuner for the Alliteration Association, student.

Hobbies & Interests: Writing, reading, language relationships and differences.

Talents: Incredibly good at learning new things with enough practice--in other words, has a talent for learning, but especially for writing plays and learning written languages. Has perfect pitch, though doesn't use it often anymore.

Education: Went to primary school, but when he started touring his mother decided he didn't need any of that rubbish. Learned all he has, and most of what he is, if you ask him, from books, but is currently going to Benthic on a term-to-term basis to try and get some proper schooling, specifically in Surface Linguistics and Theatre Writing.

Languages: English, and can read German, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Greek, Latin, and Danish.

Family: Father, Septimus Quinn, unknown. Mother, Alessandra Quinn, unknown. Three brothers, estranged from the family.

The Relationship Stuff

Relationship Status: Single.

Sexual Orientation: Hasn't had time to figure it out, really...though he seems to like both.

Anything Else?: Is rather nervous of sexually-charged actions and people.

~~

Name: Garlan Gunn

Approximate Age: Late thirties.

Gender Presentation: Male.

Height: 5'7".

Build: Stocky; a polite person would say big boned, his animal companions would all say fat. H'es just laugh.

Hair: A greying shade of chestnut.

Eyes: Dark, dark blue, though you can't tell.

Dress Style: Proper for a man of his character and station in life, almost always along with silken or beaver-skin top hat. Most of the, however, are modified to suit someone who is around animals a lot--a particularly thick fabric or weave to support a harness without tearing or crinkling the fabric, padded shoulders and arms for tiny claws to land on, a higher collar than usual to hide an animal curled up in one's neck... All this, of course, just makes his girth seem even bigger, though he doesn't mind.

Distinguishing Features: He laways has on a pair of deeply tinted glasses, along with one of the talking animals of London on his person.

Notable Possessions: He owns a ship, along with the ones that technically belong to Gunn's Shipping Company--which, due to the death of his bachelor uncle, he runs.

Manner of Speaking: Very, very London British, though every once in a while he peppers his accent and words with a hint of the way zailors speak.

General Attitude: Just an old jolly, Neath-loving dude.

General Impression: A bit gruff, always jolly. Why does he wear those glasses all the damn time?

The Basics

Full Name: Garlan Gunther Gunn

Aliases: Gar, the Fauna-Loving Pianist

Birthday: August 11

Age: 39

Distinguishing Features: His heavily tinted glasses, modified suits, and his harness, if he's wearing it.

Manner of Movement: For a man of his girth, one must always be careful--but he is more careful than most. Even turning around takes a few seconds--longer than most other people would spend on such a minor action.

Physical Health: A little bit overweight, and blind as a bat, but other than that, he's fine.

Mental Health: Surprisingly, the best of the five members of the Association. Age, time to heal, and having a supportive family does have its advantages.

Positive Traits: Jolly, grandfatherly, a lover of animals.

Negative Traits: Boisterous, insensitive, sometimes doesn't take the situation seriously enough. Loves London enough to the point he's a bit blind of its flaws.

Quirks & Habits: Brings animals everywhere, though to those in the know it's not simply a quirk.

Vices: He considers himself too old for honey and such, but he does enjoy a few bottles of fine beer once in a while.

Getting Things Done

Allies & Associates: The Alliteration Association. The artists and art-lovers Court. His wife's crew. His company's zailors. Pet business owners. His animals.

Pets: Oh, boy. A working rat named Margottiere, Thomas O'Malley the Cricket-loving Bat, a lizard named Peterson, a parabolic panther/tortoiseshell tabby named Veheste, a haunted beagle named Agnes, a guinea pig--or page--named Sir Abraham Giuseppe deLacey, a snow white raven named Chalsea, and an elegiac cockatoo named Hollyhoc.

Connections:

Finance: The second more comfortably rich of the Alliteration Association, owing from the always decent, recent upswing of gull--err, enterprising zee-captains.

Residence: A beautiful, surprisingly spacious, three floor Zee-snail's Shell.

Favoured Weapon: His animals aren't just trained to be his eyes, you know...

Combat Style: Meh, No wrestlers here, sorry!

Questions of Some Importance

Have you got a...

Boat? Yes, a swift Zee-clipper named the Colin Cassidey, mostly used for 'pleasure' outings. His wife, meanwhile, has a Phorcyd-class Corvette--she prefers that to the slower ships.

Club? The Athenaeum, which he refers to fondly as 'the club like the Parthaneum, but for the people who made their fortunes getting their hands dirty.'

Affiliation? Society. The Court. The Alliteration Association.

Faction? Society and the Docks, through his business, his uncle, and his wife.

Background

Life Before London: Born in London. Before the Fall, in fact--he was around 6 when it happened.

How did you Fall?: See above.

A Brief History of Life in London: Garlan was born blind, and so he was spared perhaps the worst when London was translated--but he was traumatized all the same, by the squeaking sounds of so many bats. His uncle, Cassidey Gunn, gave him a bat when he was seven, as both a seeing eye companion and a way to overcome his phobia. Though at first he hated the creature, (who proclaimed himself to be Thomas O'Malley the Cricket-loving Bat), eventually they bonded over both their shared physical backdraws and the, as Tom pointed out, the freedom the Neath had given to people like them; for example, talking animals. Garlan loved bats, and animals, ever since.

When he was a few years older, however, tragedy struck. During the British invasion of Hell in the '70s, his father Colin, a member of some clout in the Army, went to serve his country--and paid the price for it. Luckily, he got captured, not killed outright, but to get him back the family needed to give up a soul. Seeing his only sister so despondent, Cassidey volunteered to go, returning with Garlan a soulless shell of what he once was. Unable to handle what had happened to her beloved brother, Vivian smothered him with a pillow, stabbed him, and dumped him into the River--all of which was heard by Garlan, who was playing with Thomas and had decided to hide in his uncle's sickroom.

His parents, though still technically married, decided to quietly live way, way apart, with Vivian going to the Surface and Colin staying down in London with Gar. Last he heard, he had a half-sister named Victoria, though he has never seen her--Vivian forbade her from ever going to London.

Religion: Anglican who attends Christmas and Easter, at least.

Occupation: Pianist, bassist, cellist, manager of Gunn's Shipping Company.

Hobbies & Interests: Animal training, learning zailing facts and factoids, taking pleasure cruises, music.

Talents: Is a bit of an animal whisperer, and can train even non-talking animals to do quite a few things for him. Can play piano, double bass, and cello.

Education: Got his gentleman's third at Benthic. Had tutors for the instruments he plays, starting with the piano at the age of 8.

Languages: English, and German.

Family: Father, Colin Gunn, currently at the tomb colonies. Uncle, Cassidey Gunn, deceased. Mother, Vivian Gunn, on the Surface, possibly deceased. A half-sister, Victoria, currently on the Surface.

The Relationship Stuff

Relationship Status: Married to a zee-captain, Danielle Gunn nee Brighton.

Sexual Orientation: Had a dalliance with a man, once, and though he looks upon it fondly he's found he prefers the company of his wife much more than anyone in that regard.

Anything Else?: Nah.