Bingelly

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Charlotte Treich and Aleyn Deyne
Cowritten by Bingellia and Theyra

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"Oh, I couldn't wager on why the Night's Watch would have invited me." Charlotte replied. She paused and looked into the man's eyes knowlingly as she took another a drink of her own port.

She offered Aleyn a sympathic nod before continuing, "Although, I too have experienced the unbelievable, and, if Mr. Temple's story is true, that may just be why."

"I see, then that is could be the common thread that got us invited here." Aleyn at first went to take another sip of port but decided halfway not to and put his glass back on the table.

"More so when we find the culprit who killed those poor souls and it turns out to be something not mundane. Aleyn took a long pause as he eyed his port before continuing. "As long it is not like my encounter.... then I suppose it will be fine."

"And what if it is, Mister Deyne," Charlotte asked with a raised eyebrow. "What are we in for then?"

Aleyn gave Charlotte a long emotionless stare before taking another long sip from his port and talking in a cautious tone. "My encounter left me barely alive and...." Charlotte could feel the pain in his voice. "Well, people I knew died that day and I still have the scars to remember it. If we face the same level of brutish force then I would carry a weapon on you and listen to what Temple says. Since I feel he has more experience and may know what to do once we find who or what is killing people."

Charlotte looked away from the man for a moment. "My God," she answered, "Such a tragedy. Forgive me, I did not know."

Aleyn took a long sigh before looking at Charlotte in the eyes. "You were not meant to know so I do not blame you. It is not like I spoke about it before and do not worry about that. Just remember that we should be.... careful so to not lose anyone."

This time Aleyn went for his port and took another long sip. "Again, just be careful and do not get cocky."

"I see. We should certainly try our best to stay rational." Charlotte said. "Do you plan on joining Mister Rudeanu's little outing?"

"I do not think so, I would rather begin this investigation with everyone else since I am not used to these sorts of things." Aleyn raised his brow, "What about you?"

"I am not joining him tonight either," Charlotte replied. "There are too many NSDAP and Freikorp thugs for me to be out at night hunting for God knows what in small groups."

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Aleyn Deyne

After Temple said his piece and he went to drink some port. Aleyn could not help but feel interested in what Temple said. Perhaps they could help him with his problem. He wondered what the others thought of this as he looked around. There is quite an assortment of characters here, and how many will stick around, he thought. Still, they were brought here for a reason, and if he was summoned here because of his problem, then he was curious how the others here were selected as well.

This did not stop him from reaching down to his flask, and he took a large sip before returning it to its place on his person. As he looked around, one person stood out from him—a young woman by the looks of it, but smaller than most women he had met. Charlotte was her name. To him, she stood out the most, and she was the same woman he talked to earlier at the door. Why was she invited here, and maybe he could find out?

So Aleyn hoping he does not make a bad impression on Charlotte. He walked towards her and started talking in a friendly tone. "Hello, Charlotte, and do you mind if we talk for a bit? I am just seeing how some of the others feel about this. My mind is made up, but I wonder who will show up tomorrow."

@Theyra

Charlotte glanced up up at the taller man from her glass of port and offered Aleyn a small grin behind the rim. The Briton's presence was a puzzling one to her, although he was far from the foreigner who stood out the most in the funny little group that their benefactors had assembled for this evening. They, whoever they were, surely had their reasons. Reasons that were irrelevant to her in this current moment.

"Take a seat, Englishman," she gestured across from her own. Even if she didn't know the man, it would at least keep her out of the crossfire from the rather loud and angry American squaring off with the Romanian magician. It was an unpleasant altercation, and still demanded the occasional glance even if it had yet come to blows at this point.

"And do take the chance to enjoy the port. I'm sure it's far better than whatever swill you have in that flask." She met his eyes for before continuing, "Though, to answer your question, I certainly plan on returning. This is very interesting, but I cannot ignore payment in Swiss Francs eithers. Now, if you would indulge me, what brings you to Bavaria?"

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Name: Charlotte “Lotte” Treich
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Nationality: German
Appearance: Charlotte is a small, thin woman, standing just at 4’11”

Hider

Personal Effects: A suitcase of clothes, both plain and for performance. A collection of letters, mostly from her fans. A Fritz Mann 6.35mm.

Background: Singer
Backstory: Charlotte Treich was born to a family of urban poor in Berlin. Her childhood was spent in want, and oftentimes pushed to desperation even in the years before the war even with a large family. Though she received compulsory education as required, hunger pains hobbled academic success despite best efforts to apply herself through classes in her early years, though she took to music quite well privately and at church, proving to be a lifelong habit of hers.

Then the Great War broke out, and disrupted what dynamic the family managed to create. Her eldest brothers were both drafted to the front early in the conflict, only one of whom would return, while her father worked ever longer hours in an attempt to make ends meet under the Allied Blockade. The Hunger Years of 1917 and 1918 proved particularly difficult for the already strained family, and Lotte herself turned to underhanded methods to secure scraps of food.

Life after the armistice proved little easier, at least initially, the Spanish Flu robbed her mother and father and youngest brother from her, leaving Alois, her demobilized brother to return as head of a much quieter home. However, this did not change the circumstances of the family as much, and they still resorted to theft to help make ends meet. These years of malnourishment and desperation taught the girl what it was like to be unnoticed, and how to move as such, and gave the skinny girl a surprising speed on the run and a sense of environment to make use of it.

The Bloody Week of 1919 in Berlin ultimately saw Alois killed in the extrajudicial violence carried out by the Freikorps, once more robbing the Treiches that remained in Berlin of their primary breadwinner, forcing Charlotte, now 16 to take to the streets to find what work she could. Fortunately for her, Charlotte found work as a dancer at one of Berlin’s cabarets.

This would ultimately prove to be the start of Charlotte’s lot improving. Pretty, if stunted in terms of height and seemingly naturally talented at dance, the young girl caught the attention of the manager as a background dancer. From there, she spent the next two years improving and developing her abilities with the hopes of eventually headlining her own act.

As of present, she is still a minor name, but it is a growing one in Berlin and its suburbs. She is not without her fans, of course. One incident stands out, however, when she found a black lacquered jewelry box with floral gold inlay waiting in her little dressing area with a letter written in the most elegant print Charlotte had ever seen. In contrast to the penmanship, the woman found the contents to be a painfully boring and generic love letter, but the box still held her attention.

Opening it, she found a simple gold chain, supporting a rather large red crystal pressed into an archaic style of pendant. Curiosity pressed her on, and grabbed the pendant. She found it to be ice cold, and noticed that the gem reacted to her touch as though there was a fluid within the deep crimson. A deep wave of nausea swept over her as she placed it over her neck, causing Charlotte to stumble from her chair. Hellish screams bombarded the young woman’s senses as she felt cold spread out from her chest. Instinctively, she reached for the necklace and attempted to rip it off to no avail.

As the cold burned into her hand and spread to her neck, she tugged with all the strength she could muster and finally broke the thin chain as she wrenched the necklace free. Quickly, she tossed it away. Charlotte proved keen on forgetting the event, and another letter waiting for her carried good news.

Her sister was to be married in Bavaria, just outside of Munich.

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Name: Charlotte “Lotte” Treich
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Nationality: German
Appearance: Charlotte is a small, thin woman, standing just at 4’11”

Hider

Personal Effects: A suitcase of clothes, both plain and for performance. A collection of letters, mostly from her fans. A Fritz Mann 6.35mm.

Background: Singer
Backstory: Charlotte Treich was born to a family of urban poor in Berlin. Her childhood was spent in want, and oftentimes pushed to desperation even in the years before the war even with a large family. Though she received compulsory education as required, hunger pains hobbled academic success despite best efforts to apply herself through classes in her early years, though she took to music quite well privately and at church, proving to be a lifelong habit of hers.

Then the Great War broke out, and disrupted what dynamic the family managed to create. Her eldest brothers were both drafted to the front early in the conflict, only one of whom would return, while her father worked ever longer hours in an attempt to make ends meet under the Allied Blockade. The Hunger Years of 1917 and 1918 proved particularly difficult for the already strained family, and Lotte herself turned to underhanded methods to secure scraps of food.

Life after the armistice proved little easier, at least initially, the Spanish Flu robbed her mother and father and youngest brother from her, leaving Alois, her demobilized brother to return as head of a much quieter home. However, this did not change the circumstances of the family as much, and they still resorted to theft to help make ends meet. These years of malnourishment and desperation taught the girl what it was like to be unnoticed, and how to move as such, and gave the skinny girl a surprising speed on the run and a sense of environment to make use of it.

The Bloody Week of 1919 in Berlin ultimately saw Alois killed in the extrajudicial violence carried out by the Freikorps, once more robbing the Treiches that remained in Berlin of their primary breadwinner, forcing Charlotte, now 16 to take to the streets to find what work she could. Fortunately for her, Charlotte found work as a dancer at one of Berlin’s cabarets.

This would ultimately prove to be the start of Charlotte’s lot improving. Pretty, if stunted in terms of height and seemingly naturally talented at dance, the young girl caught the attention of the manager as a background dancer. From there, she spent the next two years improving and developing her abilities with the hopes of eventually headlining her own act.

As of present, she is still a minor name, but it is a growing one in Berlin and its suburbs. She is not without her fans, of course. One incident stands out, however, when she found a black lacquered jewelry box with floral gold inlay waiting in her little dressing area with a letter written in the most elegant print Charlotte had ever seen. In contrast to the penmanship, the woman found the contents to be a painfully boring and generic love letter, but the box still held her attention.

Opening it, she found a simple gold chain, supporting a rather large red crystal pressed into an archaic style of pendant. Curiosity pressed her on, and grabbed the pendant. She found it to be ice cold, and noticed that the gem reacted to her touch as though there was a fluid within the deep crimson. A deep wave of nausea swept over her as she placed it over her neck, causing Charlotte to stumble from her chair. Hellish screams bombarded the young woman’s senses as she felt cold spread out from her chest. Instinctively, she reached for the necklace and attempted to rip it off to no avail.

As the cold burned into her hand and spread to her neck, she tugged with all the strength she could muster and finally broke the thin chain as she wrenched the necklace free. Quickly, she tossed it away. Charlotte proved keen on forgetting the event, and another letter waiting for her carried good news.

Her sister was to be married in Bavaria, just outside of Munich.

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Ah hell yeah. I am mulling over a few concepts myself right now.

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

can i drop a cs sooner or later?

@rexgn

Depends on if you have anything ready. We are also just going to keep the thread open for the foreseeable future so there is no rush to get a character application out now if you don't have time.

We are certainly accepting them now if you have things ready to post.

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

Hey! Very interested in this! I'll start working on an app either today or tomorrow, but could I ask what the age ranges are for freshman, sophmore, etc? I'm from Scotland so I'm not sure if your universities are the same ages! Also could I ask in the application it says if you are using a picture it should be something that looks 17th century? Is this set in modern times or in the 17th century?

@Half Pint

Hello!

This is very much not 17th Century and is set in present time. DB probably just failed to snip something out from his last application template.

As for age brackets, college freshmen are going to be typically right out of high school and are going to generally be between 18-20 depending on their birthday and whether or not they took a gap year out of High School.

If you have any other questions, please just ask!