*one would almost be forgiven for thinking at first glance that it was Rhadamanthos again, except for that this one is rather the antithesis of cheerful. Rather stern and serious, in fact, perhaps in some sort of cosmic balance for his twin. Yes, there's another one ( Read more... )

'allo, bonjour, salut! *bright grin and a wave* My name is Etienne St. Just, my parents are Christopher Wren and Armand St. Just, if you know them. I spent most of my life in France. Part of it was spent in England, with Aunt Margot and Uncle Percy. I also spend some time with my elven side of the family. I have a lot of cousins here! Jack and ( Read more... )

*walks in, stride even and confident -- a young woman in her early twenties, tall (only an inch or two shy of six feet) and quite attractive, with dark hair and startlingly bright blue eyes* *she's wearing all black -- camisole, blazer, pinstripe pants, stiletto-heeled boots -- with a silver crucifix around her neck, her other most distinguished ( Read more... )

( Typist note. Very important; please read. )

*slips into the room with a soft rustle of silk* ¿Buenos días, señores y señoritas, cómo estan? Potete domandarsi perchè continuo a le lingue intermediario. Solum te experio. Wo ker yi jian yin wen de, ker shi zher yian hen hao wan ( Read more... )

The name is Baby.

*flips hair* I'm 25, and bored. Talk to me.

Typist: Peril Mulciber's grandchild, not that either of them know it. She's the granddaughter of a woman he was paid to impregnate in his twenties. She's a prostitute to support her habits.

Oh- lying about name and age. :D

*strides in confidently, a wicked gleam in her eyes*

Hey there, guys. I know you've missed me *grins* I'm sure life was utterly boring without me.

Heeeey, and some new faces, too! *holds out a hand, with her best professional smile* Charlotte Potter. Swell to meet you!

*walks in, looks around, and nods in greeting*

Nick Mulciber. Hi.

Typist: Yeah... he's only gonna really talk if he actually knows, trusts, and loves you. Peril and Narcissa's oldest. Sandy and Alex's older brother.

And... I'm working on finding icons. finding pretty icons/figuring out Photoshop.

*...this? This is an absolutely furious, armed, Fëanorian.* *glares sharply around* *in a voice much unlike her own, deeper and commanding:* Aurore Lestrange is dead. I want to know who is responsible, and why. So I can kill them. Painfully.

Typist note: Aurore's body has been left at the bottom of the steps outside the Gen2 mansion. Her injuries are as follows ( Read more... )