Occupation:Debutante, and part-time host to a demonic presence
Chantilly and her sister Porcelain, the toasts of the massive Breen corporate empire, are to vengeful ghosts what fresh bones are to hounds. They both practically live in white nighties, which /probably/ doesn't have anything to do with it. In fact, their instances of possesion are so common that their families hardly look up when they start speaking in tongues and spinning their heads around. It's a bizarre case which has attracted the attention of Saphraxen's foremost Spiritualists, whose theories are a subject of much ridicule to the Breens, who mostly don't concern themselves with their daughters' afflictions.
Occupation: Debutante, and part-time host to demonic presences
Like her sister Chantilly, Porcelain is a positive magnet for supernatural entities. They find themselves sharing their heads with foreigners at least twice a week, usually at importune times, and mostly separately from the other. It makes the business of courting very tricky, but the twin's mother has, with the cunning that helped to forge their enormous fortune, collected a whole tribe of devoted suitors ready for marriage. It only remains for Porcelain and Chantilly to make their choices. The tribe is starting to seem more than a little cultish, which worries the girls somewhat.
Model: Rasa Zukauskaite
Elecampane and her daughter Eyebright dwell in Saphraxen's Botanical Gardens, and live off the plants Elecampane tends, and the occasional pigeon or dormouse. The Botanical Garden's boffin patrons know of her presence, and tolerate it in exchange for the cabbalistic brews and powders she concocts, which are useful when their enemies start to get noisy. But if Elecampane makes her living as a poisoner, she takes far more pride in her work as an apothecary and midwife to Saphraxen's poor, a service for which she takes no payment.
Elecampane is not completely human. Certainly, she's got far better eyesight than she has any right to.
Model: Jourdan Dunn
Step-Lively is not actually a lunatic, but rather a veiler, which is the Saphraxen term for someone with second sight. She sees the city's enormous population of spooks, clankers, goblins, and wailers going about their business, which is tormenting mankind. Step-Lively longs to escape her confines in the upper floors of her family's enormous house and wring the neck of each and every demon that trots past, but as no one else can see her enemies, Step-Lively is classified as a lunatic, rather than a crusader against the unseen nemesis. If she had been born among the city's superstitous lower classes, Step-Lively would probably have been able to find gainful employment hunting spooks, but her retired colonel father and filthy rich mother are staunchly anti-superstition, and believe Step-Lively's talent is a mental illness.
Model: Georgia Fowler
Occupation: Middle Priestess to Madam Patience Webb
The cult of Patience Webb is one of the dozens of tiny cults that has sprung up among Saphraxen's spiritually creative. Madam Webb herself is a misty figure, possibly real at one point. She is the guardian of sausage vendors, seamstresses, prostitutes, and, strangely, aluminum bakeware. She demands monthly sacrifices of knitted bondage gear, burned on a pyre in her temple on the full moon. As a Middle Priestess, it is Whippet's job to knit the harnesses and handcuffs Madam Webb requires. Whippet's mother is the High Priestess, who is often too busy to pay much attention to her only daughter. Whippet sometimes considers leaving the priestesshood, but she sticks with it, mostly because she likes the uniform.
Model: Karmen Pedaru
Those who know Dulcet will tell you that she's like a stew to which honey has been added in order to mask the taste of rotted meat. She exudes a kind of winsome appeal, concealing beneath an angelic visage an avaricious, malevolent nature. As if that weren't horrible enough, she's devilishly cunning and her memory for grudges has no equal. Loyalty and trust are nothing more than qualities to be exploited in others.
That being said, Dulcet has one redeeming quality: she is exceedingly good at her job. She is very fond of children, and she protects her charges with exuberant ferocity, which is just what is called for on the streets of Saphraxen. She's employed by the Williams family for their three daughters, who adore her.
Model: Ginta Lapina
Occupation: Owner of an opium den
When Zadie's mother ran off to join a band of travelling minstrels when Zadie was 17, some people might have worried what would become of her and her younger sister. Zadie, for one, had no doubts. From her mother, she not only inherited a thriving opium den but her mother's organizational skills and her head for business. Under her competent hand, the opium fiends of Saphraxen are amply satisfied, and Zadie and her sister are living like princesses.
Zadie is a natural leader. She believes that through logic and proper planning, you may accomplish anything, and so far she hasn't been proven wrong. The gangs that squabble over the area territory have tried to recruit her dozens of times, but she refuses to bring herself and her sister into "that world”. It's a source of perpetual irritation to the gang leaders that this comes from the owner of an /opium den/.
Zadie is practically a giantess in Saphraxen, being over six feet tall.
Model: Milagros Schmoll
Occupation: Co-owner of an opium den, though “indentured labourer” might be more accurate.
Tzeitel is very much different from her drill sergeant of an older sister. She is as tactless, clumsy, and haphazard as Zadie is efficient, with an added tendency to be sulky and rebellious. Zadie has forbidden her to talk to the patrons of the den, thinking that they exert a negative influence on Tzeitel. Of course, Tzeitel does it anyway, for she is the author of what will be the most detailed treatise on the subject of opium addiction to ever be written. She marks down every twitch, every stutter, every mumbled word she witnesses in a giant ledger she keeps under her bed. Tzeitel knows more of the mysteries of the drug than any well-respected doctor, to say the least. And when it's finished (probably in a year or so), she'll send it off to be published. She's already got her pseudonym picked out.
Model: Marcelina Sowa
This was going to be the start of a roleplay which I eventually decided I had no time for, and so was left to molder away in my brain for ages and ages. I have decided to kick these girls out of the drafts. If anyone likes these characters, you may take them. Take the whole roleplay if you like.
It was meant to be a kind of dystopian steampunk fantasy, but after a while the steampunk got dropped, and the dystopian-osity seemed too gloomy for them. These are resolutely cheerful girls, just like the rest of the Saphraxenians, given that they live in a wretched excuse for a city.
Gotta admit, largely inspired by Terry Pratchett's Ankh-Morpork.