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- From Russia With Love
- Ambrosine Deforest joins Conrad Macek on a trip back home to Russia, where he wishes to settle some personal issues between himself and his former home. However, things do not go as planned for the duo. What used to be a place protected by one of the Sidhe has fallen into the hands of the Thallain, contested only by the remnant Inanimae who claim Siberia their home and soon are confronted with an old nemesis of the Varich. What will happen with a nugget of Nightmare so rooted in the North?
- Midsummers' Eve
- The bonfires were lit, the shadows swelled during the Longest Night and revelry was had as day and night collided under the auspice of Chernobog, Lord of Night and Patron of the Moon.
- Skyla's Nightmare
- The Dragonness Skyla, figurehead ruler of Lodestone and it's pirates is a prisoner of the mighty Shade, a creature of dark powers and a Nightmare given form. The heroes and heroines from Lion's Reach embark to quelch the shadow once an for all, freeing the Dragonness of her prison.
- Pistols at Noon
- Conrad had beef with the Countess for not only rebuffing his invitation to Highsummer, but also declaring plans for Pennons two days after the celebrations (3 months early!) He had been SCORNED! And so he went to the Countess to settle the frustration: with a duel, Highsummer style.
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| Mortal Name:
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Conrad Macek
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| Age:
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Late 20s
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| Occupation
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Bouncer, Model, Business Owner
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| Social Class:
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Destitute
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Conrad was born an illegal immigrant's son, used to get her Green Card and then ran off into the blue leaving a young boy to live life on the streets. The streets of prospect are his home, and he knows how to navigate them. During his life on the street he's squatted on people's couches, slept in abandoned buildings and did odd jobs for cash. He's been everything from hired hitman to hired muscle to collections. He's a low-time drug dealer, a manipulator in street life and known as a go-to guy who has plenty of favors under his belt.
Recently he has come to take more official work, rather than live under the cracks of Prospect. He is a Bouncer at Babylon and works as a fashion model for a magazine. Regardless of his recent endeavors and the steady stream of legitimate cash he cannot let his life go so easily and still wanders the street living where he can and when.
| Fae Name:
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Ser Audron Veles doma Varich
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| Kith:
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Sidhe
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| House:
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Varich
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| Court:
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Unseelie
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| Position:
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Baronial Chancellor
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| Occupation:
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Mercenary
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Ser Audron Veles is an old dream. In the Siberian Wastes of old they referred to him as the North Wind or the Polnoch' Uorden, the Midnight Warden. His Dream is not of rulership or kingdoms. His is a survivor's dream. A knight who can stand against all odds and contest any challenge that would risk the loss of his charges. In times of old he stood sentinel in the wastelands of northern Russia keeping safe the House's most remote holdings from the Fomorians and others of their ilk. His task was to defend the territories of the north, and he did so without question.
As a member of the Obtenyani, a society of members of his House, he is an adherent to Chaos and like so many others was the last to leave Earth for Arcadia during the Sundering. Audron's life reflects the ideal of probability in the Pattern of life. As such, he attempts to steer people to make decisions that are new and never been done before as a means to open their eyes or to guide them in a direction that the Pattern slates as wrong or unjustified to be chosen. By doing so, the Pattern must re-write itself to the whims of it's travelers and thus buffers those who journey from the ravages of Banality.
- Of his Household
- Sirus
- Your face speaks of many things, young Pooka. Yet your actions speak different. I am watching, and am not blind.
- Lark
- I cannot give words for the wonders the Eshu has shown me. For all her worries and fears of the Host, she supports me and gives me her confidence. She provides me warmth from the cold and knowledge that she will always be there even if her feet carry her to other places. I fear I cannot express the gratitude and how lucky I am properly.
- Of the Lords and Ladies of Dream
 Grafinya Naevys
- Her Grace the Gwydion. It seems the Crown does not suit you, more fit one of the Rystar than a Grafinya. We share common interests, and while our Courts may be opposed we are the best to remind you that the person whom you were still lingers under that crown. Use not the crown as a shield from others. Listen, and I shall show you.
 The Ledi Ambrosine
- My dear old friend. A shadow looms and threatens to swallow the Star you proport to serve. Is a Beaumayn's resolve as powerful as they say, or will you lapse under it's weight and fall into Darkness? You say so many things, but for now...I shall watch, and See.
 The Ledi Kenna
- A wondrous teacher, as light on her hooves as she is with her time. Her grace on the dance floor is a true testament that even for someone like myself, the Pattern can be beautiful.
- Of the Peerage
- The Dama Seline
- Sweet Lady of the Wood. Once a frollicker in the woods, now a cosmopolitan Lady. Our fondness of nature makes us similar, but I believe it is our differences that have made us friends. I will pray those differences continue to be a boon, rather than a hindrance.
- The Dama Katya
- A Redcap Knight, to a House I have yet to See. Regardless of the mystery, the two of us, one could say have the potential to be as it is called 'thick as thieves'.
 Ser Caerwyn
- I have seen too little of the Exiled Knight to make a valid assumption as of yet. But what is known is their House, exiles made of those who turned their face away from Destiny and have spent their time fighting it's rushing current. For many of Mine they are considered fools. For myself? I consider it courage. We shall see which side wins with this Knight.
- The Dama Alandra
- Oh sweet Lady, your heart is almost as empty as ours in the wake of fortune's passing. Your road is a dark one, Lady. If you can but give me a moment, I shall guide it back to the light for you.
- Of the Commoners and Kin
- Locke
- Once we got the usual spew out of the way that usually comes between our Kiths, he isn't so bad in the long run. I won't hold my breath on his leadership skills though, but I'm always a fan of being surprised.
- Slaine
- The Seeress of Snow Peak is an interesting creature. Central to the Pattern of Snow Peak, I adore slowly turning the Pattern in other ways around her. The fruits of my labor have yet to be seen, but the seeds have been sown.
- Erin
- A splendid lady, a dutiful mother and a mortal of courage. Who would not give respect to someone who is such? I hope to see more of her soon.
- Ernst
- Smith, Troll and now...neighbor. His age gives him wisdom, yet still the spark of youth flows through him to where humor is not lost on him. You are a spark of your Kith, Troll. Hopefully others can see that with age need not come dormancy.
- Of Prodigals:
 Dollie
- The boss lady. And they're real, promise.
- Basilisk
- It seems we have more in common than I expected to have with a Lilim. A friend indeed.
- Of Others
- Erzsebet
- The Pattern of this woman spreads out in many directions and her position constantly changes along it's paths. Deliberately alternating the Pattern around her yet feigns ignorance. Don't worry little Darkling, you have my interest.
 Alisandra
- Never suffer Autumn's grasp to exist. Don't worry Pinocchio, we'll make you a real boy and your place in the Pattern will crumble.
- Pumpkin
- Well aren't you just delicious.
- Misa
- General floaters like us tend to run into each other often, but I never had the pleasure of actually getting to know her. Until recently, and what pleasure it was.
- Of Those Who Finished Their Road
- Caz - I warned her to be mindful and be cautious of herself, for even a Redcap knows the fear of death. She learned it, and hopefully it will stay with her.
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