((Finally, a literate steampunk RP!. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for one of these 
Hope this is still accepting))
Hope this is still accepting))
Caleb is on the left (drawing was commissioned by me from Tuike)
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υѕerɴαмe: Moondancer (call me Moon
)ғυll ɴαмe: Caleb May
ɴιcĸɴαмe: -
αɢe: 36
ѕpecιeѕ: Human
powers: -
looĸѕ: Caleb is incredibly tall (around 6'7"), with the bulk to match, and is painfully aware of that fact. He tends to slouch in a fairly unsuccessful attempt to conceal his height. Despite his imposing bulk, his face is kind, if careworn. His short-cropped, dark, greyish brown hair is matched by a pair of stormy grey eyes that appear blue in certain lights. He tends to wear a short sleeved cream shirt and a pair of beige trousers tucked into worn, brown leather boots, and a similarly worn leather trenchcoat.
perѕoɴαlιтy: Often judged solely on his imposing size, Caleb tends to shock people when they actually get to know him. Quiet, kind and surprisingly timid, Caleb is the very definition of a gentle giant. Although unable to read or write, Caleb is still intelligent; he just doesn't often get the chance to show it. Generally out of necessity (being best friends with Caster and all) Caleb is incredibly sensible and down to earth.
ѕтreɴɢнѕ: Caleb is obviously physically imposing and strong. He is also fairly skilled at combat, both hand-to-hand and with a gun. He is intelligent, even though he lacks and actual education, and good at thinking on his feet.
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ: He is overly cynical and suspicious; he finds it hard to trust anyone other than himself and Caster. Despite his skill, he hates actual violence.
нιѕтory: Born in lower London to an incredibly poor family, Caleb's father left when he was a small boy to join the army. He went missing during service when Caleb was 14. From then on, Caleb was left with an ambition to join the army and find his father, despite the huge probability that he was simply dead. Caleb met Caster when he was incredibly young, around 4, and Caster was essentially adopted into the family, since he had no real one of his own. Before his teens, Caleb was always small for his age and it often fell to Caster to defend him from other children. Caster's role as protector continued into their adulthood, when they both joined the army in 1857, Caleb to find his father and Caster to look after Caleb (and to avoid being forced into prostitution). Their service continued for a decade. However, when they left, they both found it hard to adjust to civilian life again. Caster eventually managed to find regular work cage-fighting, Caleb taking whatever odd jobs he could find.
oтнer: They share a house.
ғυll ɴαмe: Caster Holligan
ɴιcĸɴαмe: Cas
αɢe: 32 (looks around 24)
ѕpecιeѕ: Half human, half elf
powers: Slightly heightened senses and slowed aging (although, due to his human half he isn't immortal)
looĸѕ: Is the one on the right in the image above
Caster is tall, though not quite equal to Caleb, but is almost the exact opposite when it comes to physique. He is slender but muscled, almost with a dancer's build. His face is where his elven half is the most obvious. An overly long nose, prominent cheekbones and pointed ears; his elven features just seem awkward on him. In general, he lacks any sort of natural grace, except when fighting. He has long chestnut brown hair tied back in a ponytail and shockingly bright green eyes. He tends to wear dark brown leather boots, brown checked trousers, held up by braces, and a long-sleeved cream shirt.
perѕoɴαlιтy: Not only opposite to Caleb in looks, he is almost completely opposite in personality. He is overly cheerful, sociable and flirtatious to everyone (regardless of gender or appearance). He can be incredibly reckless and has a disregard for his own safety that borders on suicidal. He generally seems immature but can be serious and focused when the occasion calls for it. Unlike Caleb, he does enjoy fighting (certain forms of it, anyway).
ѕтreɴɢнѕ: He's incredibly good at fighting, though better at hand-to-hand than armed. He's charming an knows how to use it to his advantage. He possessed natural agility and improved eyesight.
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ: He rarely takes anything seriously. Unlike Caleb, he can be overly trusting of people, which opens him up to betrayal and hurt. He tends to run headfirst into any situation without forethought. He has some problems with alcoholism.
нιѕтory: Caster was originally born in a whorehouse in lower London. His mother, a prostitute, died giving birth to him and he was raised by the other women. However, after he met Caleb, he spent more time at his house than in the brothel, unsurprisingly. Caster followed Caleb into the army mainly because his only other option was becoming a prostitute.
oтнer:
Image is by me and, quite clearly, a wip. But, you get the general idea X3
ғυll ɴαмe: Skadi
ɴιcĸɴαмe: -
αɢe: Unknown (looks around 20)
ѕpecιeѕ: Some form of demon.
powers: -An 'affinity' with animals people consider to be vermin (rats, mice, cockroaches etc.)
-Can manipulate and compel anyone to do what he want for short periods of time and can completely control weak-minded people.
-Can grant people 'wishes', usually with deadly results.
looĸѕ: Skadi has a strange, ethereal beauty to him. He's of average height at slender, with prominent cheekbones and a thin, straight nose. Wavy black hair, usually slicked back, falls to the nape of his neck and his ears are pointed. What makes him stand out is his eyes; without irises and a pure, inky black. They are the only thing that really marks him out as non-human.
perѕoɴαlιтy: Although he wouldn't consider himself evil, exactly, Skadi is completely self-serving, lacking any moral compass and willing to do just about anything to survive. He is unnervingly friendly but kills at the slightest provocation. He has a sharp wit and is incredibly intelligent. Preferring the company of rats to people, he tends to stay in seclusion, though he always has a few 'henchmen' close by.
ѕтreɴɢнѕ: His powers allow him to keep weak-minded but physically strong people in his thrall; he uses them as bodyguards. He is deviously clever and while not necessarily the most skilled at combat, is almost impossible to catch or find (if he doesn't want to be found). The rats he keeps by his side at all times are surprisingly good protection, and are also used as spies.
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ: There are certain spells that will trap him or completely remove all his powers instantly. If he makes a deal with someone, he must uphold his end. He lacks any combat skills whatsoever.
нιѕтory: Little is known about Skadi's early history, only that he's been in London as long as anyone can remember, working as, essentially, a crime lord. He funds organised crime and makes 'deals' with anyone that wishes; they promise him a sacrifice (an animal or, in extreme circumstances, another person. Sometimes themselves) and in return, he grants them a wish, sealing the deal with a kiss.
oтнer:
ιɴтrodυcтυry pαrαɢrαpн:
~Skadi~
It was dark; the warehouse that Skadi had made his home was deep underground, in the bowels of the ship. The distant, echoing clunk of machinery could be heard, the only sound breaking the eerie silence. The only light emanated from a few candles scattered across the floor, the tiny flames reflecting in small puddles of sanguine liquid, the origin of which Skadi's latest customer preferred not to think about.
The dim, flickering light was also reflected in the eyes; an uncountable number of tiny black eyes, unblinking, watching him from every surface; rats, tens of hundreds of rats. He could hear the occasional skitter of their clawed feet on the hard floor, almost feel the weight of their collective gaze on his back. The young man took a deep breath and focused his eyes on his goal; an ornate chair, almost a throne, placed in the middle of the warehouse, looking completely out of place in the dark industrial setting. In it, sat the man -if he could be called that- he had come to see: Skadi, smiling predatorily, eyes as inky black as those of the rats that surrounded him.
"And what do you wish of me?" The demon questioned, smile widening.
"M-my wife, sir." The man stuttered "She... She's sick. Doctor says she'll die without medicine, which we- we can't afford... Please, sir. Help her."
"What are you offering in return?"
"The man who sent me, h- he said you take... sacrifices, animals and stuff"
Skadi sighed and leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees and steepling his fingers. "Yes, generally an animal of some sort is my price. However, in your case this won't be sufficient, I'm afraid"
"Wh- what do you-"
"You're wife is dying, correct?" The man nodded, Skadi sighed, for a moment seeming genuinely regretful of what he was about to say. "The price must be equal, a life for a life."
"A...human life?"
"Exactly. A human life, freely given in exchange for your wife's"
"Take mine!" The man said, without a moment's hesitation.
"Very well." Skadi leaned back again. "Of course, I'm not just going to kill you, right this instant; that would be barbaric. You get ten years. Your wife is healed and you get ten years in happy matrimony, before I come to collect." He emphasized the last word with a certain morbid glee, eyes shining. "Do we have a deal?"
"Yes."
"Very well." Skadi rose from his chair, and before the man had time to think, kissed him. The man felt the breath leave him, and a cold shiver run down his spine before Skadi pulled back, grinning. "The contract is sealed." He whispered softly. "Have a nice decade."
