Osthavula
Deliciously insightful one
*heavily inspired by fallen london/echo bazaar and Sherlock Holmes
*quality over length, seek a frequent partner who is active in planning
*world sets in victorian noir but with a detached reality and fantasy creatures
*adventure with some mystery and romance
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The wind squeaks in the narrow alley. A woman held her overcoat tighter as her heels struggled to find balance over the uneven stones, and advanced slowly towards its deep lair. The wind was not the only thing with a sharp voice, the man in his dark cape hissed at her, a voice between a startled cat and a mouse, and he shuffled closer to the open bin beside him. The bin reeked of months old food, and in her imagination, something more terrible. With hurrying steps she continued forwards, avoiding the glare of a demon, the bar girl with sharp ears, and someone who clothed themselves with a giant bag, covering from head to toe. It finally got a bit quiet, she found what she wanted.
The man she wanted to see should be behind this door. Dorian Hale. The landlady said she could come here to see him if she wanted any mystery solved. Now she was hesitating, because inside the door there came two voices, one very upset and the other one too low to be heard. The light dim on the privacy glass of the door, a shadow became vivid, seconds later the door opened, out thumped a woman with bob hair. Both of them were surprised to see each other, but the woman who came out only said "goodluck" before she turn and left. The footsteps very faint.
Was it a lover's quarrel? Our lady walked in, into a lit up space. In front of her was a counter, one you would see in a shop, with papers scattered around and a chair balancing oddly beside it. The wall behind the counter had an open door, showing the way to a much larger room. From this angle she saw an antique wooden table, a leather sofa, the bottom of a pair of formal shoes and the man in them, lying on the sofa, puffing more smoke into the already smoky air. He eyed her lazzily, and rose to signal her in. The sofa sank a little when she sat nervously.
"Was it bad timing? I can come around another time." She said.
"No need to worry, I've only lost a secretary. The environment didn't quite suit her. Say, would you be interested in taking her role?"
He spoke clear and proper, quite unlike his now messy appearance --- strands of his hair tangled on his head, and his trousers wrinkled. Taken back by his word, the lady was slow to respond, so he didn't bother waiting.
"Let's cut to the chase now. Why did you come here?"
"Well...."
"The box, can I have a look?"
She eyed him, with a little shock and a little amazement. Out she took, a wrapped box, handed it to him. After he so carelessly tore it, in it was a wooden box. It looked expensive. Unnecessary decoration, dark vivid paint, and a metal lock.
"I was..."
"You are new here, just found your lodging when this arrived in your mail before you even move in. "
"Yes, how did you ..."
"You have heard of me, but not in depths, likely from a kindhearted stranger. You are uncomfortable with nonhuman things. And whoever gave this box, is more dangerous than your mind could fathom. Indirectly, I must add. "
Do you have any memory? He asked, without look up from the strange box. He received a silent no.
She did not remember how she came, nor how she died, to come to this land. A living hell, she was told. But yet this was a world noisier than the land above, they said.
Dorian glanced at her, eyes dark like the night.
"So what's your name?"
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I'm looking for someone who would play a female detective's helper and possible romance partner in future. Like you have read, it is a underworld kind of setting, and you welcome a new life.
Give her a name, give her a personality, ideally spice with some curiousity. Give her a soul.
She's all yours.
*post below how you would make the character
*if I found someone and you are still interested, I can work with similar backgrounds.
*quality over length, seek a frequent partner who is active in planning
*world sets in victorian noir but with a detached reality and fantasy creatures
*adventure with some mystery and romance
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The wind squeaks in the narrow alley. A woman held her overcoat tighter as her heels struggled to find balance over the uneven stones, and advanced slowly towards its deep lair. The wind was not the only thing with a sharp voice, the man in his dark cape hissed at her, a voice between a startled cat and a mouse, and he shuffled closer to the open bin beside him. The bin reeked of months old food, and in her imagination, something more terrible. With hurrying steps she continued forwards, avoiding the glare of a demon, the bar girl with sharp ears, and someone who clothed themselves with a giant bag, covering from head to toe. It finally got a bit quiet, she found what she wanted.
The man she wanted to see should be behind this door. Dorian Hale. The landlady said she could come here to see him if she wanted any mystery solved. Now she was hesitating, because inside the door there came two voices, one very upset and the other one too low to be heard. The light dim on the privacy glass of the door, a shadow became vivid, seconds later the door opened, out thumped a woman with bob hair. Both of them were surprised to see each other, but the woman who came out only said "goodluck" before she turn and left. The footsteps very faint.
Was it a lover's quarrel? Our lady walked in, into a lit up space. In front of her was a counter, one you would see in a shop, with papers scattered around and a chair balancing oddly beside it. The wall behind the counter had an open door, showing the way to a much larger room. From this angle she saw an antique wooden table, a leather sofa, the bottom of a pair of formal shoes and the man in them, lying on the sofa, puffing more smoke into the already smoky air. He eyed her lazzily, and rose to signal her in. The sofa sank a little when she sat nervously.
"Was it bad timing? I can come around another time." She said.
"No need to worry, I've only lost a secretary. The environment didn't quite suit her. Say, would you be interested in taking her role?"
He spoke clear and proper, quite unlike his now messy appearance --- strands of his hair tangled on his head, and his trousers wrinkled. Taken back by his word, the lady was slow to respond, so he didn't bother waiting.
"Let's cut to the chase now. Why did you come here?"
"Well...."
"The box, can I have a look?"
She eyed him, with a little shock and a little amazement. Out she took, a wrapped box, handed it to him. After he so carelessly tore it, in it was a wooden box. It looked expensive. Unnecessary decoration, dark vivid paint, and a metal lock.
"I was..."
"You are new here, just found your lodging when this arrived in your mail before you even move in. "
"Yes, how did you ..."
"You have heard of me, but not in depths, likely from a kindhearted stranger. You are uncomfortable with nonhuman things. And whoever gave this box, is more dangerous than your mind could fathom. Indirectly, I must add. "
Do you have any memory? He asked, without look up from the strange box. He received a silent no.
She did not remember how she came, nor how she died, to come to this land. A living hell, she was told. But yet this was a world noisier than the land above, they said.
Dorian glanced at her, eyes dark like the night.
"So what's your name?"
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I'm looking for someone who would play a female detective's helper and possible romance partner in future. Like you have read, it is a underworld kind of setting, and you welcome a new life.
Give her a name, give her a personality, ideally spice with some curiousity. Give her a soul.
She's all yours.
*post below how you would make the character
*if I found someone and you are still interested, I can work with similar backgrounds.