Mr Rage

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

@ayzrules@shylarah For your approval:

Dameon Brown

Name
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Dameon Brown

Title
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Mr

Age
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31

Gender
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Male

Appearance
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Mr Brown is a nondescript gentleman with a kind of handsomeness that is pleasing to look at, but you are not to likely to think back on in jealousy or lust. His facial hair is kept trimmed and in good order, his longer hair is often loose beneath his hat, but when a hat isn't involved it is often found pulled back into a ponytail. Dark brown eyes that leave you curious about what is hidden behind them, but no special detail about them reminds you of them when you see something else at a later date. While fit and trim he often dresses in layers as to disguise his form, his movements, and gives him plenty of pockets to put things in and pull things from.

School
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School? No time for that, too busy working and earning my keep.

Guild
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Guild? Those that need my skills and are willing to pay for them always seem to find me. No need for the guilds to get involved... unless they want to pay me.

Gift
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The gift of suggestion: Through a sort of scholarly attribute Mr Brown is able to broadcast a kind of mental suggestion; the simpler the better, and the more focused the higher the success rate. Perhaps if he had ever gone to school to train and develop the skill further he would have been able to use it to its fullest potential, alas that is not the case. Instead he has learned how to use it in a few specific ways:
- Don't look at me
- Don't listen to me
- Don't smell me
- Don't notice me at all

Me can be changed to Us and a small area around himself suitable for maybe 2 additional people if they stand really closely together will be blocked from perception.

A general broadcast will catch more people, but is easier to shake off. A focused broadcast will be harder to break through, but really only affects one or two people.

Other people with scholarly abilities are simultaneously resistant and susceptible to the effects of the suggestion. If their gift is in active use, their mind is open and easier to push the suggestion to, but if they are not actively using their gift than their mind is closed and harder to push. The same is true for Mr Brown. If he is using his gift and a mind reader reaches into his mind they will get much deeper than they typically would be able to achieve.

Automatons are not effected by his suggestions at all.

Occupation
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Mr Brown makes it day to day by peddling in secretes. Using his gift he sneaks into the targets life and gets information and reports it back to the people that hired him. He can do physical theft too, but is less inclined to do so. More likely to notice something missing than someone standing there in the corner waiting.

Personality
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Dameon is crass and blunt and sarcastic, nowhere near a ladies man, and nowhere near a gentleman. He is far too serious, and claims to be too busy for any of that non-sense, there is money to be made.

Why would Captain Kingsford contact them?
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They didn't. Mr Brown was on assignment when he intercepted an invitation from the real Mr Dameon Brown. It didn't completely add up, so he kept it and decided to make an appearance to see what it was all about.

Preferred Weapon
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If I have to kill a man I'd prefer to do it with my own two hands, something quiet and discreet. A knife works well, a Garrote if there's time and nobody else around. Of course if I can bring a man down without killing him I'd rather do that. Submission holds and other forms of incapacitation are his go to if there is time for it.

Preferred Method of confrontation
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One-sided. If he has to fight someone to achieve his task, he would much rather do it without his opponent knowing they were in a fight until it was too late.

Biography
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The Real Mr Brown is somewhat of a merchant specializing in acquiring certain items that may or may not be of certain legal statuses... okay, he's a high profile smuggler and drug dealer. What the honorable captain wanted with him is anybody's guess and why he decided to take the invitation and go in his place.

True Bio

The person before you is not the real Mr. Brown, but nobody in the room really knows that for sure. At least, not yet... he hopes. The person masquerading as Mr Brown is actually David Wheaton. Born as a poor orphan he too soon learned the hardships of life, and too soon found a use for his gift. Dropping out of the provisional schooling that Hourglass city offers to those of his status, he enrolled in the school of hard knocks and earned a degree in Street Smarts, putting his gift to good use making a name for himself by not making a name for himself.

He has a friend from the Orphanage, John Laird, who acts as his Agent and fencer/delivery boy, but if he ever talks about him, he'll almost always be referred to as Jay.

Other
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Mr Brown doesn't know if his gift is working, he only knows when it doesn't work.

Relations Sheet

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🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

The night had continued on, peacefully, after the vocal altercation between Elizabeth and the Dame. A few more people had entered as the night progressed and nobody left for long, but eventually Chester noticed the host close the damaged door and gave it a good shaking to test it. He reached over and tapped his wife on the arm gently to alert her, "I suspect we are about to begin."

She looked up from the intricately carved decoration on the nearby shelf, "I would hope so, it seems as though there are plenty of us here... I wonder what it is that they need us for."

The answer to that question came soon enough in the form of a bit of a speech... kind of. The answer as to why them wasn't too clear. They could both envision why Chester might have been needed, being a scholar he was a genius, however this was outside of his usual wheelhouse. Elizabeth, however, didn't see much reasoning for her to be there, but if the Council said that this was an issue facing the safety of Hourglass City and there was a way for them to help, then they most certainly would. Besides, the recent modifications that had been revealed for the Mechanical wings was introduced by the people of interest in this case, and Elizabeth and Chester had admired the work that Mr. Overton had published, his designs were often inspiration and launch point for their own designs for their projects. It was the least they could to bring his killer to justice.

Chester's brain was already starting to draw up hypotheticals. One that caused him to raise a brow in speculation was that Mr. Overton's body may in fact be dead, but that his mind may live on, if nothing else, in the form of a mechanical bird. But, with the limited knowledge that he had on the actual... harvest process Chester had no idea if this was even possible.

When it came time for code names, when the opportunity presented itself Chester spoke, "I'll propose Velvet Pendant for myself."
Elizabeth spoke up immediately afterward, "And Quicksilver Glove for myself."

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

Elizabeth and Chester made their way around the Library, genuinely admiring the collection and the artistry that went into its construction. Elizabeth, always the impatient one, had started to grow bored with the activity and took to making small quips about everyone in the room. Of course, with everyone's masks on it was impossible to say if either of them actually knew anyone, perhaps once the masks were removed they might recognize someone from their pasts, from school. But as the couple continued to stroll arm in arm Elizabeth saw a form that she knew without a doubt who it was, even with their mask on, one Dame LaVerre.

The two had a past with one another dating back quite a ways into their schooling that never seemed to have been dealt with... Whatever it was... It had been a little while since graduating from the program, but all the same their limited interactions since then have all been... well, they could only be described politely as strained, if nothing more than restraint was used in the name of proper decorum. However, her contempt for those who come from more base lineage was never vailed, and while Elizabeth came from a family of craftsman with some renown, her husband Chester had come from squalor. So not only did the esteemed Dame disapprove of Chester for not being born into money, she also had an open disapproval of Elizabeth for marrying 'outside' of her station.

It took several shushes from Chester to quiet his wife before her comments, impolite as they were, about a particular guest became too loud. Those nearby might have heard the commotion but most likely not the content of the words. "Really dear, you must behave yourself or else this petty feud will continue on in perpetuity. All you are doing is giving her credence to her claims about our stations, honestly. Oh, look here, who is this with the wings? Someone we know?"

Elizabeth looked to where Chester had gestured, the distraction worked to keep her from continuing her verbal abuses of the other woman. "I think we do not know her, not yet at least, but I suspect that we may know of her. Come, let us make our acquaintances."

The Lockhearts made their way across the library and approached the winged woman as she conversed with a child. Before they made it to a polite distance another woman made it there, however they must have been close enough as they were included as they made their greetings as the "Honored guests" part of the statement.

"Our apologies for intruding," Chester started speaking, his soothing voice lending its charm, those within earshot might have felt more at ease with their approach, "We couldn't help but notice your beautiful wings and mask from across the room and felt we just had to have a look at them closer, and of course introduce ourselves if we may."

Chester reached out his hand, offering to shake the boy's hand, "I am Chester Lockheart, and this is my wife Elizabeth."

Elizabeth gave a polite curtsy to the group, "A pleasure to meet you all, I'm sure." On closer inspection of the other new comer, there was a chance that she remembered another fellow student from Geraldine's... it was hard to say, but how many women walked about town with pink hair?

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

With the situation about the assault pack decided Zim was told to get some rest. So he did.

Or at least he tried.

Zim went back to his bunk, saw himself in the mirror for the first time and realized that he was still in his formal uniform. He stripped down to his undergarments and plopped down on the thin mattress, he stared up at the ceiling until his eyes were dry, his body motionless, his face emotionless. However, his mind was running a mile a minute, trying to recall as much about his home planet as possible. It had been a few years sense he left the planet for work, but he still remembered the various landmarks used for navigating the crowded megacities of the capital districts. He pushed past the landmarks, trying not to linger on their histories, and plotted out where he remembered the shelter entrances to be. He would check the mission database while waiting to deploy to see if they had that information already on file. If not, then he would take the time to highlight those areas on the map to hopefully prevent collateral damage in those areas. What else was there? What else could Zim tell them that he hadn't already told them about his home planet that might help them in the mission? There was so much he had never told them, but there was so much that wasn't relevant to the mission that Zim was having a hard time sorting through it all.

His alarm went off, telling Zim to get ready to deploy. He slipped on his athletic gear and he went to the hanger. The skin tight plug suit went on without issue. Zim grabbed his helmet and made his way over to Black Star.

Once on board Zim started the initialization process. His dry eyes straining to focus. Quietly, Zim gripped the controls while he waited for the start up checks to complete, he whispered, "If ever there were a time for you to help me out, it would now, partner. This mission is to save my planet, maybe even my own family... I know that I am not fully in the right state of mind, but I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn't do something. It's thanks to Princess Elizabeth and Katya that I am even able to deploy, let alone be able to use the assault pack. But I can't do anything, not without you."

The system check completed Zim dug into the database to see if they had a complete map of where the shelters were at. If there was already a file on it then Zim would call out on the channel to tell everyone else to load the file in to their nav system. If there wasn't an existing file than Zim would do his best to mark the areas on the map himself.

"Black Star is showing all green," Zim responded to Katya's call for an update. He moved to mount Black Star into one of the Egg Drop Ships, waiting for his opportunity to go out there an hurt some Cruxi. As he sat in the dark space of the egg ship Zim swallowed hard. This mission was harder than anything he had to do before. Besides the technical difficulty of doing and atmospheric drop into a combat zone, this mission actually meant something to Zim. Leviticus was just another planet, the teraformers were making planets like that all the time, so preventing the take over there was a matter of saving a few billion lives. The assault on the station was the first time that the humans had been able to fight back and win on an assault mission. We were able to rescue Elora and capture a high value target. Despite this, it meant little to Zim. Now, however, this was his planet. His family. So if the mission failed, it wasn't just Zim's death, it meant the death of nearly everyone he has ever known- if they weren't already dead. A slight shiver ran down Zim's spine.

Was it a chill or was it nerves?

It was hard to say...

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

Hey look, I finally moved my characters over to the character sheet tab and updated the litle tidbits we discussed before. Woot.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

We Outlast Those Who Endure

Elizabeth Lockheart

FC: Kiera Knightly

🎀Name
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Elizabeth Lockheart. Formerly Bird before marriage.

🎀Title
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Mrs

🎀𝓐𝓰𝓮
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22

🎀𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Female

🎀𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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Mrs. Elizabeth Lockheart can usually be found with her dirty blond hair disheveled and loose, or lightly pulled back. During formal events and times when she absolutely must be presentable, then her hair is pulled back into tight intricate braids. Her eyes will change color with the shifting of the moon's phase, slowly shifting from blue to green to blue again, spending a great amount of time in an amorphous gray color. She is fit and healthy, as one might assume, though with all the corestry it is sometimes hard to tell who actually is as thin as they present themselves. She stands tall for a woman, standing equal to most men, even when not in heals. She prefers darker colors of clothing, having a fascination in filigree, so she is often found wearing heavy dark brocades, suits cut in an almost military style when socially acceptable. It is not uncommon to find her with goggles and leather gloves, flawlessly embroidered, of course.

🎀𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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Madam Geraldine's, naturally

🎀𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭
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n/a

🎀𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽s
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Being of the craftsmen's stock, she is a top notch metal bender. What sets her apart, however, is her metallurgical knowledge. She works in alloys most have never dreamed of, pushing the limits of what is possible in today's sciences. Her designs are more steam powered and less clockwork, preferring the lighter weight to the generally heavy and bulky clockwork designs. She is also extremely quick in her art, perhaps it is her unabashed stubbornness in her personality that allows it, or her actual knowledge of metal types and characteristics, but she can bend larger pieces of metal faster than most, allowing for a very fervent improviser in combat situations. She does have another knack, she has megnetic draw. As long as she has skin contact with piece of ferrous metal (iron based), she can amplify its magnetic field and push/pull other ferrous metals, this is nothing overly incredible, but it'll draw a wrench that is just out of reach to her.

🎀𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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Mr and Mrs Lockheart own Lockheart Engineering and Design Firm where they research, design, and manufacture unique machines and tools.

🎀𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Her reputation proceeds her in many ways. As you may already know, she is quite stubborn (her husband would laugh at 'quite'). She has a seriousness about her and she doesn't like to waste time, making her come off as blunt or brash. She is tomboyish in her behavior.

🎀𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶?
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Captain Kingsford might contact Elizabeth for her unmatched ability to create, though that is nearly useless without her husbands unmatched ability to design.

🎀𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷
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In a land with enhanced peoples, perhaps it is folly to think it, but Elizabeth typically comes unprepared with weapons or armaments, preferring to use her abilities to fashion them when needed, if needed. That being said, she finds her self most often using small blades or blunt objects.

🎀𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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When diplomacy and subversive information gathering have failed and it must come to open combat, that is where she would prefer to bring things to a head, facing an issue head on, with all of her focus.

🎀𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼(𝓮𝓼) 𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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While always good at the craftsman based classes, she thoroughly enjoyed the following classes:
- Bladed Fan Dueling and Parasol Pummeling
- Death, Dancing, and Diversions
- Fashion, Firearms, and Fisticuffs for a Young Lady of Quality
- Fainting, Flirting, and Finishing
- The Lethal Application of Hatpins and Hair Sticks
- Strategic Seduction
- Tactical Fashions
- Seduction for Those Short on Time

🎀𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Elizabeth grew up as a Bird, no not the animal - the family; a somewhat renown group of craftsman, showing greater than average aptitude at a young age. She learned how to bend metal, the manual way, with heat and hammer, before she ever learned how to use her gifts. She grew up as one of three, and the only girl amongst them. Later, when she was old enough, she was sent to the best school for girls available, Madam Geraldine's. It was here that she met her future husband, Chester Lockheart. They met at a social etiquette and information gathering exercise held betwixt the two schools, they tell the story of it being love at first sight, but it was anything but... or perhaps it was everything but? There was passion and attraction, in ways that neither knew possible before that night. Nonono, you mustn't blush, they both retained their purities that night. After graduation they partnered up in an engineering and design firm, with her skill in the metallurgical arts and his famed mind for design, they pushed the limits of conventional materials for steam vessels and ventured into new, unknown alloys, their combined craft pushing at the edges of what is and was possible. Some might say that the rest is history, others might say that this is where the hi-jinks ensues.

🎀𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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Her and her Husband are currently working on something big, but it's details are unknown to anybody outside of the two of them. They are loathed to be taken away from this project, as they believe it could reshape the world as we know it. However, everyone who has any perception towards being deceived, they all know that there is a secret.

Elizabeth as a little more than a passing interest in Automitons, but on learning of their taboo nature she discontinued her study of them. She has a general knowledge of automation theory, but little more.

Chester Lockheart

⏳𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Chester Lockheart

⏳𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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Mr

⏳𝓐𝓰𝓮
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22

⏳𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Male

⏳𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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Chester Lockheart is a fair individual, handsome and kind to look at. His pail skin is contrasted by his long black hair, which he wears slicked back into a pony-tail, tied into place with a favor from his dear wife, Elizabeth, and precisely trimmed facial hair. He is well built, average for a man in most every way. He keeps himself well kept at all times, always ready for an audience with a client, always ready to accept company. He is oftentimes found writing in a large leather bound book, or at least carrying it with him with his pencil tucked into his ear just below his top hat.

⏳𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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Polytechnique Institute, of course.

⏳𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭
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None

⏳𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽
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Where many a scholar has lended themselves to the mental art of deception and subtle espionage, Chester exists to design and engineer things that the average craftsman couldn't possibly come up with on their own. Oh sure, he can still do that other stuff, he is just better at engineering things. It is almost as if he can talk to machines that don't exist yet, having in-depth understanding of how a mechanism will work simply by looking at it, or thinking about how it should work based on the input and output of it. It is said that his voice is exceedingly smooth and calming, and has mastered how to use this to disarm opponents, both in spoken word, and in song.

⏳𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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Mr and Mrs Lockheart own Lockheart Engineering and Design Firm where they research, design, and manufacture unique machines and tools.

⏳𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Where his wife is impatient, Chester is calm. Where she is rough around the edges, he is smooth and polished. Where she is stubborn, he is not to be outdone.

⏳𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶?
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While his mind is second to none when it comes to designing things, it would only be dreams without his wife to make them a reality. He would not have been called without her, and she probably would not have been called without him.

⏳𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷
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"Must it always come to violence? It must? Well, then I suppose I'll have to bring my revolver with me..." Chester has an ultralight revolver that Elizabeth created for him based on his specifications, allowing for greater accuracy with a shorter barrel, making it easier to conceal, and keeping it light- plus the special alloys that the gun is made of make it lighter and more balanced in his hands. His top hat also conceals a hidden trick, it can be flattened to be used as a sort of makeshift shield. It wont stop a bullet, but it will stop a blade. He carries a knife and a garrote as well, but he would much rather shoot a man than stab or strangle them.

⏳𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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None? But when it cannot be avoided, Chester would much rather keep things civil and calm. However, when that fails he always has his wife to fall back on.

⏳𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼(𝓮𝓼) 𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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Amongst his favorite classes to take where:
- Waistcoats and Weaponry
- Science: the Good, the Bad, and the Mad
- Technology: Treasonous and Theoretical
- Formulaic Firearms
- Building, Piloting, and Hijacking Dirigibles and Other Flying Machines (He enjoyed it, but wasn't very good at it)
- Heinous Histories
- Developing Tragic Flaws, Burning Passions, and Unstoppable Ambitions
- Finding Prince Charming

⏳𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Chester's life began before his met his wife, but he would tell you that none of it was important, and that for him Life really began at that party. Despite this, he started out as a poor boy from a poor family. His parents died, tragically, of a soot sickness that affects the lungs of many of the poorest. They were relatively unremarkable people, which makes Chester's Scholarly pursuits extremely curious, and his partnership with a member of the famed Bird family even more curious. However, for those that know him, they know that he is every bit deserving of being her partner, of being her equal. And if marrages are for love, as the romantics think, that their marriage is perfect. If it is for utility, as the socialites think than their union is still perfect, because they each provide something that the other is lacking, creating a perfect whole unit.

⏳𝓔𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓽 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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⏳𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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He and his Wife are currently working on something big, but it's details are unknown to anybody outside of the two of them. They are loathed to be taken away from this project, as they believe it could reshape the world as we know it. However, everyone who has any perception towards being deceived, they all know that there is a secret.

Coming from poor means it was unlikely that Chester would have any knowledge of the true teachings at the Polytechnique. It was through a former instructor from his youth that he learned of the true intention behind the school and its rival, and it was through this Alumnus that he was introduced to the headmaster of the school and submitted for entrance to the school on the merit of his abilities.

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Dameon Brown

Name
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Dameon Brown

Title
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Mr

Age
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31

Gender
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Male

Appearance
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Mr Brown is a nondescript gentleman with a kind of handsomeness that is pleasing to look at, but you are not to likely to think back on in jealousy or lust. His facial hair is kept trimmed and in good order, his longer hair is often loose beneath his hat, but when a hat isn't involved it is often found pulled back into a ponytail. Dark brown eyes that leave you curious about what is hidden behind them, but no special detail about them reminds you of them when you see something else at a later date. While fit and trim he often dresses in layers as to disguise his form, his movements, and gives him plenty of pockets to put things in and pull things from.

School
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School? No time for that, too busy working and earning my keep.

Guild
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Guild? Those that need my skills and are willing to pay for them always seem to find me. No need for the guilds to get involved... unless they want to pay me.

Gift
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The gift of suggestion: Through a sort of scholarly attribute Mr Brown is able to broadcast a kind of mental suggestion; the simpler the better, and the more focused the higher the success rate. Perhaps if he had ever gone to school to train and develop the skill further he would have been able to use it to its fullest potential, alas that is not the case. Instead he has learned how to use it in a few specific ways:
- Don't look at me
- Don't listen to me
- Don't smell me
- Don't notice me at all

Me can be changed to Us and a small area around himself suitable for maybe 2 additional people if they stand really closely together will be blocked from perception.

A general broadcast will catch more people, but is easier to shake off. A focused broadcast will be harder to break through, but really only affects one or two people.

Other people with scholarly abilities are simultaneously resistant and susceptible to the effects of the suggestion. If their gift is in active use, their mind is open and easier to push the suggestion to, but if they are not actively using their gift than their mind is closed and harder to push. The same is true for Mr Brown. If he is using his gift and a mind reader reaches into his mind they will get much deeper than they typically would be able to achieve.

Automatons are not effected by his suggestions at all.

Occupation
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Mr Brown makes it day to day by peddling in secretes. Using his gift he sneaks into the targets life and gets information and reports it back to the people that hired him. He can do physical theft too, but is less inclined to do so. More likely to notice something missing than someone standing there in the corner waiting.

Personality
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Dameon is crass and blunt and sarcastic, nowhere near a ladies man, and nowhere near a gentleman. He is far too serious, and claims to be too busy for any of that non-sense, there is money to be made.

Why would Captain Kingsford contact them?
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They didn't. Mr Brown was on assignment when he intercepted an invitation from the real Mr Dameon Brown. It didn't completely add up, so he kept it and decided to make an appearance to see what it was all about.

Preferred Weapon
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If I have to kill a man I'd prefer to do it with my own two hands, something quiet and discreet. A knife works well, a Garrote if there's time and nobody else around. Of course if I can bring a man down without killing him I'd rather do that. Submission holds and other forms of incapacitation are his go to if there is time for it.

Preferred Method of confrontation
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One-sided. If he has to fight someone to achieve his task, he would much rather do it without his opponent knowing they were in a fight until it was too late.

Biography
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The Real Mr Brown is somewhat of a merchant specializing in acquiring certain items that may or may not be of certain legal statuses... okay, he's a high profile smuggler and drug dealer. What the honorable captain wanted with him is anybody's guess and why he decided to take the invitation and go in his place.

True Bio

The person before you is not the real Mr. Brown, but nobody in the room really knows that for sure. At least, not yet... he hopes. The person masquerading as Mr Brown is actually David Wheaton. Born as a poor orphan he too soon learned the hardships of life, and too soon found a use for his gift. Dropping out of the provisional schooling that Hourglass city offers to those of his status, he enrolled in the school of hard knocks and earned a degree in Street Smarts, putting his gift to good use making a name for himself by not making a name for himself.

He has a friend from the Orphanage, John Laird, who acts as his Agent and fencer/delivery boy, but if he ever talks about him, he'll almost always be referred to as Jay.

Other
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Mr Brown doesn't know if his gift is working, he only knows when it doesn't work.

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🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

Elizabeth was hard at work setting up an experiment for their newest steam vessel when thin tinkling of the old brass bells on the front door summoned her attention to someone entering. Chester was near by, too, to observe the proceedings, "I'll get it, dear, you keep working, but don't start without me."

"Alright," she replied in a sing-song voice, as she continued to work the wrench in hand.

A moment later she was done setting the last pressure gage and was ready to get started on the test when Chester returned with a letter in hand. "It seem's we've been invited to a party," He said as he motioned with the letter in hand, "A messenger was at the door, seems like this is an invitation to confirm our previous conversation with the Captain."

"We'll have to make sure we attend then, wont we?" Elizabeth replied as she turned the knob on the gas boiler, turning it up to start producing steam.

"Only if you really want to. This... summons... will delay our own project," He replied, stating the obvious.

"Perhaps, but we have been asked to assist in a sensitive matter by the heads of state, as such we should probably make an effort to be there, who knows, there may be a time when we need a favor in return, no?"

The water was boiling now and the steam was working its way through the pipes, the periodic gages jumping as the pressure hit them. Once the pressure reached a certain level Chester reached over a flipped a switch on a smaller mechanism that began pumping bellows, compressing the air down to higher pressures before put it into the experimental steam vessel. With each stroke of the pistons a small puff of steam was released. The gages were starting to whistle from the pressure they were experiencing.

"Time to step behind the curtain, shall we?" Chester said, gesturing for Elizabeth to lead the way. There was a heavy steel sheet wall, with Brick behind it to support it, with a thick pane of glass for a window, that was reinforced with a thin lattice of wire to reinforce the glass.

The gages all screamed in discord now, none of them agreeing on a pitch or a tone. Through the window they could see that the new vessel was starting the shutter and dance around on the pipe. The gage there, the final gage, was a bit special in that whatever the highest pressure experienced was, it would stay in that spot until reset. They watched as it climbed, slowly, past their previous records. Once it peaked Elizabeth pulled on a chain the flipped a valve closed on the tank, stopping any more pressure from entering it while Chester reached over to turn off the pressurizing pistons. The whistles came to a slow stop as the pressure was let off. Elizabeth turned the knobs to shut off the gas from behind the protective wall. They waited for a few minutes there, watching for the signs of a rupture or a leak.

It seems as though they made progress....

The day of the event the couple dressed to match, she in her red silk with black brocade corset on a mask to match, too, her large heavy black skirt in bussels behind her. He in his black suit, black vest, black hat, and red silk shirt. He wore a cape with matching brocade to his wife's corset and a mask that matched as well. They produced their invitations at the door as they made their way inside. They went through the pleasantries and niceties required for such events, greeting the host and well-wishing the birthday girl. They even took the opportunity to dance, too. They hadn't danced in what felt like ages. Elizabeth smiles brightly as Chester counted through the steps. He was a certified genius, he could calculate his way through anything, but he struggled to relax and just.. dance. The song ended, they bowed to one another, turned with the rest of the dancing crowd and gave a polite clap to the band and then swiftly made their way off of the dance floor before the next song began.

"Shall we join the others in the library?" Chester said, gesturing toward the library hall. Elizabeth nodded and took Chester's offered hand, her silk gloved hand seemed especially delicate this night. Once in side they found a nice chase to sit on and awaited what was to come next.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

Hmmmm... Perhaps something along the lines of, because he is incredibly talented in design his name got brought to the attention of an alumnus, who taught him out and recommended him to take the aptitude tests to gain admission?

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

We Outlast Those Who Endure

Elizabeth Lockheart

FC: Kiera Knightly

🎀Name
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Elizabeth Lockheart. Formerly Bird before marriage.

🎀Title
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Mrs

🎀𝓐𝓰𝓮
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22

🎀𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Female

🎀𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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Mrs. Elizabeth Lockheart can usually be found with her dirty blond hair disheveled and loose, or lightly pulled back. During formal events and times when she absolutely must be presentable, then her hair is pulled back into tight intricate braids. Her eyes will change color with the shifting of the moon's phase, slowly shifting from blue to green to blue again, spending a great amount of time in an amorphous gray color. She is fit and healthy, as one might assume, though with all the corestry it is sometimes hard to tell who actually is as thin as they present themselves. She stands tall for a woman, standing equal to most men, even when not in heals. She prefers darker colors of clothing, having a fascination in filigree, so she is often found wearing heavy dark brocades, suits cut in an almost military style when socially acceptable. It is not uncommon to find her with goggles and leather gloves, flawlessly embroidered, of course.

🎀𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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Madam Geraldine's, naturally

🎀𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭
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n/a

🎀𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽s
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Being of the craftsmen's stock, she is a top notch metal bender. What sets her apart, however, is her metallurgical knowledge. She works in alloys most have never dreamed of, pushing the limits of what is possible in today's sciences. Her designs are more steam powered and less clockwork, preferring the lighter weight to the generally heavy and bulky clockwork designs. She is also extremely quick in her art, perhaps it is her unabashed stubbornness in her personality that allows it, or her actual knowledge of metal types and characteristics, but she can bend larger pieces of metal faster than most, allowing for a very fervent improviser in combat situations. She does have another knack, she has megnetic draw. As long as she has skin contact with piece of ferrous metal (iron based), she can amplify its magnetic field and push/pull other ferrous metals, this is nothing overly incredible, but it'll draw a wrench that is just out of reach to her.

🎀𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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Mr and Mrs Lockheart own Lockheart Engineering and Design Firm where they research, design, and manufacture unique machines and tools.

🎀𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Her reputation proceeds her in many ways. As you may already know, she is quite stubborn (her husband would laugh at 'quite'). She has a seriousness about her and she doesn't like to waste time, making her come off as blunt or brash. She is tomboyish in her behavior.

🎀𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶?
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Captain Kingsford might contact Elizabeth for her unmatched ability to create, though that is nearly useless without her husbands unmatched ability to design.

🎀𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷
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In a land with enhanced peoples, perhaps it is folly to think it, but Elizabeth typically comes unprepared with weapons or armaments, preferring to use her abilities to fashion them when needed, if needed. That being said, she finds her self most often using small blades or blunt objects.

🎀𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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When diplomacy and subversive information gathering have failed and it must come to open combat, that is where she would prefer to bring things to a head, facing an issue head on, with all of her focus.

🎀𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼(𝓮𝓼) 𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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While always good at the craftsman based classes, she thoroughly enjoyed the following classes:
- Bladed Fan Dueling and Parasol Pummeling
- Death, Dancing, and Diversions
- Fashion, Firearms, and Fisticuffs for a Young Lady of Quality
- Fainting, Flirting, and Finishing
- The Lethal Application of Hatpins and Hair Sticks
- Strategic Seduction
- Tactical Fashions
- Seduction for Those Short on Time

🎀𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Elizabeth grew up as a Bird, no not the animal - the family; a somewhat renown group of craftsman, showing greater than average aptitude at a young age. She learned how to bend metal, the manual way, with heat and hammer, before she ever learned how to use her gifts. She grew up as one of three, and the only girl amongst them. Later, when she was old enough, she was sent to the best school for girls available, Madam Geraldine's. It was here that she met her future husband, Chester Lockheart. They met at a social etiquette and information gathering exercise held betwixt the two schools, they tell the story of it being love at first sight, but it was anything but... or perhaps it was everything but? There was passion and attraction, in ways that neither knew possible before that night. Nonono, you mustn't blush, they both retained their purities that night. After graduation they partnered up in an engineering and design firm, with her skill in the metallurgical arts and his famed mind for design, they pushed the limits of conventional materials for steam vessels and ventured into new, unknown alloys, their combined craft pushing at the edges of what is and was possible. Some might say that the rest is history, others might say that this is where the hi-jinks ensues.

🎀𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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Her and her Husband are currently working on something big, but it's details are unknown to anybody outside of the two of them. They are loathed to be taken away from this project, as they believe it could reshape the world as we know it. However, everyone who has any perception towards being deceived, they all know that there is a secret.

Polytechnique Institute CS

⏳𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Chester Lockheart

⏳𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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Mr

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⏳𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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Chester Lockheart is a fair individual, handsome and kind to look at. His pail skin is contrasted by his long black hair, which he wears slicked back into a pony-tail, tied into place with a favor from his dear wife, Elizabeth, and precisely trimmed facial hair. He is well built, average for a man in most every way. He keeps himself well kept at all times, always ready for an audience with a client, always ready to accept company. He is oftentimes found writing in a large leather bound book, or at least carrying it with him with his pencil tucked into his ear just below his top hat.

⏳𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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Polytechnique Institute, of course.

⏳𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭
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None

⏳𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽
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Where many a scholar has lended themselves to the mental art of deception and subtle espionage, Chester exists to design and engineer things that the average craftsman couldn't possibly come up with on their own. Oh sure, he can still do that other stuff, he is just better at engineering things. It is almost as if he can talk to machines that don't exist yet, having in-depth understanding of how a mechanism will work simply by looking at it, or thinking about how it should work based on the input and output of it. It is said that his voice is exceedingly smooth and calming, and has mastered how to use this to disarm opponents, both in spoken word, and in song.

⏳𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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Mr and Mrs Lockheart own Lockheart Engineering and Design Firm where they research, design, and manufacture unique machines and tools.

⏳𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Where his wife is impatient, Chester is calm. Where she is rough around the edges, he is smooth and polished. Where she is stubborn, he is not to be outdone.

⏳𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶?
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While his mind is second to none when it comes to designing things, it would only be dreams without his wife to make them a reality. He would not have been called without her, and she probably would not have been called without him.

⏳𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷
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"Must it always come to violence? It must? Well, then I suppose I'll have to bring my revolver with me..." Chester has an ultralight revolver that Elizabeth created for him based on his specifications, allowing for greater accuracy with a shorter barrel, making it easier to conceal, and keeping it light- plus the special alloys that the gun is made of make it lighter and more balanced in his hands. His top hat also conceals a hidden trick, it can be flattened to be used as a sort of makeshift shield. It wont stop a bullet, but it will stop a blade. He carries a knife and a garrote as well, but he would much rather shoot a man than stab or strangle them.

⏳𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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None? But when it cannot be avoided, Chester would much rather keep things civil and calm. However, when that fails he always has his wife to fall back on.

⏳𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼(𝓮𝓼) 𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵
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Amongst his favorite classes to take where:
- Waistcoats and Weaponry
- Science: the Good, the Bad, and the Mad
- Technology: Treasonous and Theoretical
- Formulaic Firearms
- Building, Piloting, and Hijacking Dirigibles and Other Flying Machines (He enjoyed it, but wasn't very good at it)
- Heinous Histories
- Developing Tragic Flaws, Burning Passions, and Unstoppable Ambitions
- Finding Prince Charming

⏳𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Chester's life began before his met his wife, but he would tell you that none of it was important, and that for him Life really began at that party. Despite this, he started out as a poor boy from a poor family. His parents died, tragically, of a soot sickness that affects the lungs of many of the poorest. They were relatively unremarkable people, which makes Chester's Scholarly pursuits extremely curious, and his partnership with a member of the famed Bird family even more curious. However, for those that know him, they know that he is every bit deserving of being her partner, of being her equal. And if marrages are for love, as the romantics think, that their marriage is perfect. If it is for utility, as the socialites think than their union is still perfect, because they each provide something that the other is lacking, creating a perfect whole unit.

⏳𝓔𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓽 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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None

⏳𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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Her and her Husband are currently working on something big, but it's details are unknown to anybody outside of the two of them. They are loathed to be taken away from this project, as they believe it could reshape the world as we know it. However, everyone who has any perception towards being deceived, they all know that there is a secret.

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🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

Okay, setting in a place holder here for my character concepts. Husband/Wife Duo, names yet to be decided. The Husband is of the Scholarly type, and the wife is of the crafting nature, though neither belong to the guilds. They met at a social etiquette and information gathering exercise held betwixt the two schools, they tell the story of it being love at first sight, but it was anything but... or perhaps it was everything but? There was passion and attraction, in ways that neither knew possible before that night. Nonono, you mustn't blush, they both retained their purities that night. After graduation they partnered up in an engineering and design firm, with her skill in the metallurgical arts and his famed mind for design, they pushed the limits of conventional materials for steam vessels and ventured into new, unknown alloys, their combined craft pushing at the edges of what is possible. At one point, the wife wanted to study automatons, but learning of their taboo status kept it at a cursory curiosity, and instead focused her intentions on her alloys and rare metals. While she can create anything designed, he can design anything. And while she is blunt and brisk, he is subtle and smooth. They are both, however, quite stubborn, and as star crossed lovers often do, they have promised each other that as long as they both have each other, they can overcome any obstacle, no matter how grand. They have adopted the motto, "We Outlast Those Who Endure."

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