The year is 1890, and London sits below the surface of the world, nestled among terrors and insanities in the subterranean cavern known as the Neath. The city was stolen by bats in the year 1862, and was pulled beneath the surface for reasons unknown to the rest of the surface world. Time continued its inexorable march, and once tentative communication was established with the Fallen City a decade and a half ago, the Surface has come to know the Neath through bits and pieces; fragments of tales and memories and missives to those of us left behind beneath the sun.

Stories about a malicious Bazaar and its hooded accomplices. About Hell and Devils and their tastes in fashion and Jazz. Of Living Icebergs, of the Neathbow's mind-warping colors and men with squids for heads. Of how death is difficult to come by, and how the echoes on the Underzee drive the bravest Zailors mad. Of the knives of Jack-of-Smiles and the leathery wings of the Vake. Of Names and Candles and Mirrors and Dreams and Brass and Salt and Judgement.

Enter our protoagonists, a small group, little more than strangers, on a boat down the Cumaean Canal. No two are the same, but all are united by a letter that rests in their possession. A missive, bidding them down to the cold dark mystery of the Neath, promising them no less than their Heart's Desire, and ended with a name signed in searing red ink: [i]The Debonair Pianist[/i]


This here is the OOC. Post anything you want, and throw up characters here in a hider, for approval.

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Name:
Age:
Physical Description: [I'd prefer no pictures here.]
Personality:
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Occupation/Talents: [what you do, what you are good at, what you want to get better at]
Heart's Desire:
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