Mundane Mortals

   
Lena Melikhin
Sasha’s Daughter

Born: 1992

Virtue: Kind (Given how manipulative she can be, it’s probably for the best that Lena doesn’t have a mean bone in her body…)
Vice: Corrupt (…though she’s got plenty of selfish ones.)



Background: Sasha’s daughter, Lena is what older and wiser heads politely call “trouble.” Born in Ukraine around the fall of the USSR, Lena ended up by agencies not entirely clear in the Hawksworth Academy, an exclusive girl’s boarding school in Essex, northeast of London. There, she’s proven to have a limitless capacity for getting into and out of trouble. Her curiosity, independence, and thoroughly contrary nature means that she tends to poke her nose into things that aren’t her business, but her wild imagination and rather casual attitude towards the truth (combined with the looks of a Slavic Cherub) means that she’s equally good at getting out of things.

In Hawksworth, Lena is something of a social ‘queen bee,’ at least among her band of budding juvenile delinquents. She’s starting to go a little stir-crazy within the walls of Hawskworth, and can’t wait to be allowed out into London. Then she can meet her Mysterious Uncle Alyosha in the daytime, and find out who he really works for.

Rank: 1
Mental 2; Physical 0; Social 4
Willpower: 1
Notable Powers: Manipulative Minx; Her Father's Daughter


Yanmei Gao
"Mei"



Virtue: Loving
Vice: Lustful (Yanmei's got a good head on her shoulders... If only it didn't completely turn off when a pretty boy walks by. Or a pretty girl. Lena)

Background: The daughter of a wealthy Hong Kong businessman and Lena Melikhin's partner in crime. Mei is quieter and less gregarious than Lena, and more than a few adults hoped that she'd prove to be a calming influence on the mischievous Ukrainian girl, but alas, quite the opposite seems to have happened. Thick as thieves is the expression that comes to mind.

Despite her seemingly quiet nature, Mei's in the drama club, with a penchant for swashbuckling roles. At heart, Mei's a romantic with a vivid inner life, and visions of being swept off her feet by a dashing prince -- or alternatively sweeping a dashing prince off his feet. She's also fences and is in the historical club, which makes one suspect that Mei wishes she had been born in an adventure tale.

Rank: 1
Mental 2; Physical 3; Social 1
Willpower: 1
Notable Powers: Dubious Family; Fencing Whiz; Romantic


Ajay Hewitt

Type: Mortal
Profession: Mechanic and occasional waiter



Virtue: Pragmatic
Vice: Miserly

Background:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Jewel the Slaver
"Listen to me, my Pale Lady, as I weave you a tale of two brothers, and of the spirit that bore them across a sea of water and through a lake of blood. They were born a score of years ago, in the harbor named for the King, upon the island once known as Xaymaca, and then Santiago, and then Jamaica." Jewel said, her voice falling into a storyteller's cadence. There was something subtly hypnotic in her eyes, brilliant, color-shifting eyes. They were green-blue now, the color of the sea. "One was named for angels, and so D'Angelo he was. The other's namesake strode before the walls of distant Troy, and thus his name is Ajay. They were poor, but ever-willing to work, and so they lived."

"But how does one work when there is no work to be had?" Jewel said, her thousand-faceted eyes shifting to a shade of orange, reminiscent of the setting sun. "And so the brothers hatched a scheme, Ajay convincing his brother to throw the dice once more. They were young. They were willing. And by being born in that distant city, named for the King, they were subjects of this country's queen as well. And so they came to this land, seeking freedom from hunger and want."

"But the darkness of the soul followed them. They were poor, and so they took what work could be found. They painted, and ever was D'Angelo had a dreamer's eye for art. They fixed houses, for Ajay was ever cunning with his hands. And they heard of work, caring for animals at a slaughterhouse, in a town not far." The sunset in Jewel's eyes set, and they showed only crimson blood now. "The brothers came, but they had been lied to. There was no work there, not for them. There would be no workers there, but they were to be the animals. They were beaten, Ajay throwing his form across his brother to shield him from the blows. They were chained. And then a steady stream of blood was taken from them. They were the stock, their blood feeding monsters whose hungers were terrible, in the interests of mortals whose love of money was more terrible still."

"But a man cannot give blood forever." Jewel said, as the blood in those crimson eyes dripped away, leaving a wash of slate-grey, like stones upon the beach or a corpse's skin. "And so they became weak. And D'Angelo, never so hardy, fell ill. Dead men are of no use to they as hunger for blood and money."

Jewel scuttled off the thick cable, her feet still clinging to the silk even as she put her hands on each of the occupied cages. She hung like that, upside down, as she finished her tale. "But the spider could use them. Or find others that could. They are weak, Pale Lady, and sick. But they have a fire in their souls that not hunger nor blood could extinguish."
Ajay, along with his brother, immigrated from Kingston, Jamaica to the UK, only to fall into a rather unpleasant state of blood-slavery. He was being sold at the Goblin Market of the Spider-Span when Erin rescued him and his brother. These days, he works at the Cat's Cradle, though he tends to leave the front service to his more personable brother. He also does small jobs to earn more of a nest egg, and has recently become engaged to a nice girl named Jasmine "Jazzy" Palmer.

Rank: 1
Mental 3; Physical 1; Social 2
Willpower: 1
Notable Powers: The Man with the Plan; Slow and Steady Wins the Race


D'Angelo Hewitt

Type: Mortal
Profession: Maître d’hôtel of the Cat's Cradle, Painter



Virtue: Helpful
Vice: Gluttonous

Background:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Jewel the Slaver
"Listen to me, my Pale Lady, as I weave you a tale of two brothers, and of the spirit that bore them across a sea of water and through a lake of blood. They were born a score of years ago, in the harbor named for the King, upon the island once known as Xaymaca, and then Santiago, and then Jamaica." Jewel said, her voice falling into a storyteller's cadence. There was something subtly hypnotic in her eyes, brilliant, color-shifting eyes. They were green-blue now, the color of the sea. "One was named for angels, and so D'Angelo he was. The other's namesake strode before the walls of distant Troy, and thus his name is Ajay. They were poor, but ever-willing to work, and so they lived."

"But how does one work when there is no work to be had?" Jewel said, her thousand-faceted eyes shifting to a shade of orange, reminiscent of the setting sun. "And so the brothers hatched a scheme, Ajay convincing his brother to throw the dice once more. They were young. They were willing. And by being born in that distant city, named for the King, they were subjects of this country's queen as well. And so they came to this land, seeking freedom from hunger and want."

"But the darkness of the soul followed them. They were poor, and so they took what work could be found. They painted, and ever was D'Angelo had a dreamer's eye for art. They fixed houses, for Ajay was ever cunning with his hands. And they heard of work, caring for animals at a slaughterhouse, in a town not far." The sunset in Jewel's eyes set, and they showed only crimson blood now. "The brothers came, but they had been lied to. There was no work there, not for them. There would be no workers there, but they were to be the animals. They were beaten, Ajay throwing his form across his brother to shield him from the blows. They were chained. And then a steady stream of blood was taken from them. They were the stock, their blood feeding monsters whose hungers were terrible, in the interests of mortals whose love of money was more terrible still."

"But a man cannot give blood forever." Jewel said, as the blood in those crimson eyes dripped away, leaving a wash of slate-grey, like stones upon the beach or a corpse's skin. "And so they became weak. And D'Angelo, never so hardy, fell ill. Dead men are of no use to they as hunger for blood and money."

Jewel scuttled off the thick cable, her feet still clinging to the silk even as she put her hands on each of the occupied cages. She hung like that, upside down, as she finished her tale. "But the spider could use them. Or find others that could. They are weak, Pale Lady, and sick. But they have a fire in their souls that not hunger nor blood could extinguish."
D'Angelo, like his brother, immigrated from Kingston, and passed through blood-slavery and Hedge-slavery. Mostly, D'Angelo works at the Cat's Cradle, usually at the front desk. A dream, pleasant sort of man, has an easy manner with customers. Also unlike his brother, D'Angelo has precious little in the way of ambition, mostly focusing on painting.

Rank: 1
Mental 2; Physical 1; Social 3
Willpower: 1
Notable Powers: Dreamer; Sweet-Natured

Ivy
Sharon Kyffin

Type: Human
Born: 1990



Virtue: Righteous
Vice: Short-Tempered

Background: The Kyffin family has been working with plants for almost seventy years now, ever since Sharon's grandfather came back from the War to find that a German bomb had turned his lovely farm into a hole in the ground. A laconic Welshman with the gift of charm and a green thumb, Sharon's Grandpa Albert founded a florist's shop in the wreckage of WWII Britain, and against all expectation, Kyffin Flowers flourished like a well-watered weed. Fast forward to the present, where Sharon grew up surrounded by an extended family consisting of equal part cousins and magnolias.

Curious and intelligent, if a bit hair-trigger, Sharon bore the weight of parental expectations lightly. She passed through the local comprehensive with grades that were good if not earth-shattering, and soon took to studying business at Westminster University. The basic expectation was that Sharon would get a MBA and then come and help the Kyffins run their business. Sharon didn't really mind it, since there was something to be said for having a place in the future, especially given the economic crash.

Of course, like most teenagers, Sharon rebelled, or at least as much as someone still living with her parents could (her parents, who had grown up in the sixties, were fairly understanding). She'd been attracted to comic books and random strangeness for as long as she could remember, and the progression to full-blown goth-punk was a logical one. She took to visiting a variety of clubs in the London area, dating, and occasionally browsing the British Library for weird books on the occult, though Sharon was never more than a dilettante, and far from any true revelations. She took the name of 'Ivy' as a sort of nom de goth, since she had red hair and was around plants all the time, and adored Batman with the fanaticism of a true fan girl. Overall, Sharon was normal... and then she met Amelia Redding.

Ivy's an intelligent young woman, sensible if more curious than is sometimes good for her (if it's hidden, it must be worth knowing, right?) Finances conspire to keep her living in a room over the florist's shop with her parents, but as a result Ivy's tried to be as independent as possible in other ways. Ivy does not take guff from anyone, and she stands up for what she believes and for the rights of others. She's modern, emancipated, and perhaps a trifle more confrontational than she needs to be, but Ivy does not suffer fools or annoyances gladly.

Ivy's a statuesque stunner, on the tall side for a woman at 5'8'', with the long, muscular limbs that show that she still plays football with her friends and cousins. She's a redhead, with a sort of dark auburn color to her hair that goes well with her brown eyes. A few tattoos, including red scrollwork on her left arm and black ivy crawling about her wrists. When outfitted in full Goth Mode, she usually wears highly revealing outfits of short skirts and small tops in shiny black leather with lots of brass or faux-bone accessories. She dyes part of her hair black, and wears black lipstick, and puts a small bouquet of black leaves or flowers in her hair. Day-to-day, she usually reverts to heavy cargo pants and long-sleeved shirts in neutral earth tones, preferably things that don't rip easily when they catch on thorns or what not.

Rank: 1
Mental 3; Physical 0; Social 3
Willpower: 1
Notable Powers: Sensible; On to Amelia





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