"Sun-of-the-South"

This good ol' country boy is known as Son to the few folks that know him. Standing 6' even and weighing 150lbs, he is normally seen wearing a dirty pair of homemade bib-and-brace overalls; no shoes, no shirt. His eyes are a grayish brown, resembling polished stoned. His hair, which he has recently cut short and combed, is tarnished black. He shaved his face daily with a straight razor, but generally has a 5 o'clock shadow by 3. He has a thick, Appalachian accent, and generally speaks slowly and deliberately. Most see him as an ignorant hick, but he can be surprisingly perceptive and wise. His only possessions are a old duffel bag [full of jars of herbs and dirt, bones, rocks and other strange things], an antique hunting knife, and a home made tarot deck.  

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Alice White: She's Gand's number one girl, thats just common knowlege. She's the reason the White rabbit exists. Here I am, standing before you. I'm all dressed up in my finest. All dolled up and Made up like your little Whore. Clad in mostly black, my attire is not drab to say the least. Infact, it draws your eye to more curvier parts of my person. Tonight I wear something just for you, a long-sleeved shirt so low that it ought to be illegal. Flesh in color and decorated with a floral pattern in black pressed velvet. The same velvet lines the hems of the shirt and is held there, right under my bosom, with a black frog. You can see my cute little tattoos. How tantalizing, twin cherries mark my alabaster flesh on either side of my hips, almost look good enough to eat. Though my belly button is a tint barbell. Since I know how much you love to see my legs, I wore a black leather micro-mini skirt. I know, I'm such a tease. Black thigh high fish nets grace my long legs and even that that pretty little line down the back of them. You can tell 'm wearing a gater belt by the laces that hold up my stockings. You know you love it. Almost too Lolita are my 7inch platform stilhetto mary janes. The white diamond collar around my neck says SEXY and you know it. My raven black hair is pulled up some. two little pig tails on the top of my head, while the rest of my curly ebony hair spills down my ivory shoulders. My green eyes look at you with fire and intensity, looking right into your soul. Are you captivated yet? Over my should hang a small black purse. A thin chain strap and the purse is made from crushed velvet. She's no stripper, unless she wants to put on a show. Be careful of this flower, all good roses have thorns.
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Fiddler Weeps a.k.a. Yuri

Yuri is a slender 130 pound Romanian about 5’10 in height. Yuri always wears layer of clothing usually old torn red jacket and a yellow baby tea underneath. His pants are always loose fitted parachute pants that are stripe with yellow and black. His waist has a golden sash with coin that hang around the base to give an extra rhythm if he feels frisky. His neck is cover with gold chains of different length and sizes but some leave a green residue on his neck. You can’t escape the smell of rose oil when you are around him it seems like he just started to sweat it out of his pores.  He has very dark brown hair which forms into side burns. He always has mustache because a man is not a man without a stache.

[i]yea he totally sexy  

Whisper (aka. Whispers-to-the-Earth)

Whisper is of average height and is thinner yet somewhat athletic in bearing.  His eyes mirror those of the wolves of legend, piercing blue against a tanned face and scruffy chin. (Wolfs eyes).  He wears old hemp cargo pants and an even older and degrading soldiers jacket from some bygone era.  He is traditionally shirtless with a string of glyphed stones hung about his neck.  Standing around 5'11" Whisper has black/brown hair and speaks like a practiced orator (such is befitting his Auspice). Whisper does not own much, his primary possession is the group of glyphed stones numbering 6 and 3 hung about his neck, he carries a large military messengers bag which contains various odds and ends.  Though Whisper carries many scars, only the one under his right ear is visible.  

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Professor Alexander Wakeling

A sniff is heard as he appears, wearing a simple button up white shirt and tie, under a gray sweater, with a brown jacket and pants. In the increasing cold weather he wears a thick wool coat and is wrapped in a black scarf. He clutches a clean white handkerchief in one hand. Maybe he has a cold, or possibly recovering from the flu, but there's a feeling of sickness about him that makes one think he's never been fully well in his life. Sensible shoes, his clothes well tailored, presenting the appearance of a professional, but his paleness suggests that is usually confined to an office or laboratory, considering the faint scent of sterile instruments; Very clean. He's tall, maybe slightly over 6', light brown eyes peering through a pair of thin-framed glasses, brown hair cut short but hastily brushed into place. He walks with a slow carefulness, his frame obviously thin and scrawny, adding to his sickly appearance.