it is a World... of Dorkness

  art by kavalyera Riley Halaghan is the toast of West London, landing butter-side-down in the East. Equally at home in the pleasure gardens of Southwark, the warrens of St. Giles', or the bar-rooms and ballrooms of Mayfair. Silverware and pocket-books and jewels disappear from the one, reappear in the other, are returned anonymously to the third. Tall, rakishly handsome, delightfully Irish, walks with a limp - that cane is not for show. End-of-season debutantes and pretty serving girls, wives and daughters of fathers at the war or the factory: nobody is safe, and no seething menfolk have ever understood what the fair sex see in this dandiprat. Clearly an educated man, claiming to have been sent down from Trinity and come to London for a second chance; living by wits, and credit, and with calling cards from fine hotels. Riley Halaghan is a lie. Riley Halaghan, the  real  one, committed suicide in the summer of 1876, overwhelmed by success and study and expectations, his c...

  art by its-sixxers Penelope Germaine Armitage-Stoneleigh, on her gravestone; Mother Superior Penelope, to her pack; Penny, to the handful of individuals who think she's their friend.  Lasombra , ninth generation (was tenth), Graverobber, Path of Death and the Soul. Penny got away from me a little.  She was  meant  to die in her chronicle, and she survived. I gave Haydes, who was Storytelling this venture into Sabbat country, an old NPC and said "this is her sire and he's actively trying to kill her, do what you will with this," and my man  ran  with that - but not far or fast enough, apparently.  She was  not  meant to be as... sexually aggressive as she turned out to be, but her anarch "girlfriend" segued into a failed diablerie and one of the most sincere sect-crossed had-we-world-enough-and-time is-it-even-a-love-story experiences I've ever had the pleasure to play out. She was always supposed to have a dark secret, to be the most a...

art by GMVirtuoso Three art students walk into a bar... and they're all Toreador. That's how it started. Later, a couple of Hecata got involved. L to R, in accordance with tradition: Frankie  (Toreador, Siren), played by Six. Full name Francesca Hiidenvaara. Damaged goth MILF with a past and a daughter back in Finland. Proud owner of Hubert Cumberdale, the world's most useless Famulus (he's a bearded dragon, and nobody can make him do a damn thing). Postgraduate, mature student, Embraced by her after-hours tutor (it was a rebound thing). Specialism: installations, soundscapes, weird sensory experiences and space noise. Anarch because: she's kind, that's all. Big heart and a genuine belief that too much authority makes the world a shittier place. Callum  (Toreador, Sandman), played by Shiny. Callum Havelock. Perfectly normal guy: professional ballet dancer, moonlighting as an artist's model, and possessor of an ass so fine the Rose Clan went to war over it. R...