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raceMembers of the household are all investors or equity stakeholders in the house's mercantile interests who have voting shares. Friends of FFG are business associates and contacts made through and often necessary for the running of said, *ahem*, trading pursuits and as such are often spread quite widely across the Known World.
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Listed here, in alphabetically order, are the members of the Household of Fallen from Grace. Do not feed any one of them for they will follow you home, and do not stare directly into their eyes as it may provoke a murderous rage. Otherwise, they are all quite lovable and thoroughly eee-vil.
* founding member
Bio: Household matriarch. Once wanted by the Barony of Ponte Alto for various charges, including stealing land for training an army and running a covert operations
team, Belphoebe has become its Baroness. The Spanish Inquisition, who would like to ask her some questions regarding the infamous
noodle incident, has offered a reward for her capture as well. However, having obtained new respectability,
not to mention the protection of both Crown and populace, those fun gentles will
have to wait for a better time to lay hands on this slippery lady.
Belphoebe has been spotted in the company of a caravan of gypsies, a troop of traveling performers, and with assorted fighters and sailors that have fallen from grace. Most of the time she can be found in the company of the notorious Baron Marcellus Capoziello da Napoli whom she met at a tavern brawl, which broke out when somebody made fun of her codpiece. At the time, Belphoebe was on the run from the Spanish Inquisition and was posing as a Spaniard named Miguel.
Portrait: That had better be just a cod piece
Known Aliases: Dagger Lady, She Of The Squeaky Codpiece,
Barbarella de Normandie, Belfabulous.
Current Interests: Costuming, music, rapier fighting (especially double or single dagger), siege weapons, combat archery,
period quilting, embroidery, and causing general mayhem.
Definition: Belphobia - Fear of Belphoebe wielding daggers.
Motto: "Fabricati Diem PVNC."
Quotes: "Who, me?" "I am sweet, and innocent, and defenseless."
Marcellus' opinion on the above mentioned quote: "Sweet, you can pull. Innocence, you lost a long time ago. And anyone who believes you are defenseless is a candidate for Darwinism."
Biggest Ambition: To conduct Court while wearing her squeaky codpiece. (She fulfilled this goal at St. Paddy's Bloodbath, in March 2004.)
Home Page: Une Robe Magnifique
Member of the Brute Squad
Bio: Catalina was the only daughter of a sea faring merchant. At her mother's death, and not having a son to learn the family business, her father decided to teach her the tricks of the trade and take her with him on his travels. During the lengthy months at sea, Catalina learned to sail, run a ship, weather storms and, when the need arose, shoot a gun and wield a sword - one may say rather well.
After her father died in a freak spring storm, Catalina took command of the ship much against the will of her father's partners, who desired nothing more than to take over the family business. In order to raise money and buy them out, she took to a different sort of "merchanting". It has never been proven, but some say that she was not above transporting less than reputable merchandise, and even engaging in a bit of piracy on the side.
Somehow, Catalina and her ship "The Flotsam" and has gained a reputation around the Mediterranean and European coast for bringing bad weather where ever she goes, and rarely finds it necessary to fire a single shot in anger. Crews will jump ship in perfectly calm oceans just seeing her ship in the distance.
Unfortunately, the authorities don’t quite see eye to eye with Catalina on the whole ship-wrecking thing, and she often finds it necessary to lay low in “friendlier” ports. Sometimes this lady takes a break from the sea and lies low in order to avoid unwanted attention from the local authorities. It was during one of those breaks that she met Lord Magnus Rasmussen, an Inter-Kingdom special envoy from Scandinavia to the English Court, who was interested in collecting information from abroad. It was Lord Rasmussen who introduced Catalina to Signore Marcellus Capoziello da Napoli and Madame Belphoebe de Givet, who were expanding their mercantile shipping company. Immediately recognizing the potential the young woman had for their business, Catalina was offered a position in the budding Fallen From Grace consortium, and has been a captain for them ever since.
With
Among the many other rumors circling about Catalina and her ship it is said that it was Catalina's ship, with Belphoebe onboard, that managed to sneak Marcellus, Delphina the Mad, and The Walrus out of Istanbul after the infamous Sheriff Incident.
Known Aliases: Tater Tots, Rain Maker, Gnomey, Captain,
Pirate-Cat, Signora Gobernadora, Cabin Girl, the Once and Future Captain.
Interests: Rapier fighting (daggers, daggers and more daggers), combat archery, siege engines, chirurgery, drumming
Quotes: "Death doesn't frighten me anymore. In fact, once you get past the first death, the rest are easy, and rather fun."
"Now why'd they have to go and make me all respectable and stuff?"
Member of the Brute Squad, Camp Clergy
Bio: Delphina was the only daughter of an impoverished country nobleman in Leguria Italy. In an attempt to save the family fortune Delphina was married off to a wealthy land owner. Delphina however wasn't your typical shrinking violet and proved to be too rambunctious for her husband. In efforts to control her, he routinely locked her in the tower of their manor house. Some even said that the young bride might have gone a wee little "mad".
Soon, however her husband found out that his wife was an excellent escape artist. In one final attempt to control her and prevent further embarassment to the family, he decided to take her to Sicily and place her in a convent . However, during the trip their ship was attacked by pirates and Delphina was the only one left alive. Delphina now lives "quietly" in her manor house and is never seen much. Rumor has it she has actually formed some shady business partnerships -- possibly of the privateer kind -- and leaves the manor for months at a time. Other rumors have it that a woman of the same name and of the same description has opened a shady dagger emporium somewhere in Istanbul.
Delphina has a Brother, Cardinal Liam Bartholomew Insipid (last name changed for unknown reasons, but some believe it was at the request of his family) who people call Cardinal Sin because of his less than saintly habits. Some believe that Cardinal Sin often accepts money from his sister in exchange for useful information. Attempts to find whether the rumors are true have gotten inquiring minds nowhere.
Picture: Shall We Dance?
Known Aliases: Delphina the Mad, Delphina Le Fou, Delphina von Mulva, Cardinal Sin, Hey You, THE Pirate, Delfiny-uuuuh, and after receiving her AoA: Honest Delphina, The Mad, Your Captainness, The Chaos Pope.
Current Interests: Aquisitons, archery, siege, embroidery, 14th century costuming and everything pirate (of course).
Motto: "No Matter where you go, there you are," and "What! Me worry?"
Quotes: "Mom (Belphoebe) can you come get
us?" (It's only a 240 mile trip) and "He's my Cousin (Alric the Mad)
....no relation"
Homepage: Delphina's Emporium
Fearless navigator of ships and ... er . . .more ships . . .
Bio: Geoffrey was born on a rainy day in North Wales, near Caerharfon Castle. Perhaps because of this circumstance, Geoffrey was always attracted to all things watery and fascinated by ships. His father, who had been a seaman himself, was quite proud of him.
One sunny day, while travelling with his father in Penzance, Geoffrey decided to visit the local tavern, where he had too much to drink. When he woke up, he discovered that he had been "recruited" by a press gang and was well on his way to London. Since the boy at that point did not have much of a choice, and the venture after all involved water and ships, he joined the English navy and in time became an accomplished seaman.
However, five years later the vessel he was serving in was attacked by a privateer and lost the battle. (It is believed that the privateer ship was none other than the infamous Flotsam, which thrived on bad weather and unsuspecting sailors.) Geoffrey, who was a bright lad, decided to change professions rather than lose his life. In time he became one of the members of the Fallen From Grace consortium, who were at the time recruiting an experienced captain for one of their trading ships.
Interests: Greta, rapier fighting, siege weapons, costuming, juggling, fire (any type).
Quotes: "Do not throw pearls to swine." "He who sups with the Devil should have a long spoon."
"Hear all, see all, say nowt, tak'all, keep all,gie not, and if tha ever does owt for nowt do it for thysen."
(Note: His fellow associates at FFG are still trying to figure out this last one. Drop us a line if you know what it means.)
Homepage: Geoffrey's Quarters
Bio: George is actually two personas: George the first and grandson George the third, we don't talk about George the 2nd) Multiple personality disorder is only slightly quackers. ;P An English privateer, boson on a Welsh ship, George raids on the high seas traveling greatly, vanishing for months at a time returning,with wild ideas, tales and loot. Trying to buy his way into the "legit" nobility. While fighting, carousing, and spying in various ports for likely victims, he is often in the company of pirates, rogues and thieves. Oh my.
George 3rd is the rich fop of a grandson, that George 1 would be so disappointed in. He is artistically and intellectually inclined, but has no fashion sense and works hard at being a perpetual student, studying to be a fool and comedian. Often in the company of gypsies, traveling performers, fools, and anyone willing to laugh, especially at him.
Portrait: That's his conscience?
Known Aliases: The Bearded Lady
Current Interests: Rapier fighting, games, chocolate, becoming a vertically enhanced fool, ... jack of all trades master of none
Quotes: "Chocolate, it's not just for breakfast any more."
"I'm too big to pick pockets, I loot bodies."
"He wasn't alive, much."
<staring and waving fingers> "These are not the pirates you are looking for....... Move along."
Homepage: Devil Ducky's Den
Covert nocturnal operations
Portrait: Evil in Fair Disguise
Bio: Greta is a late 15th cen. German lady born at Castle Eltz on the Mozel River. Started as a lady-in waiting to Countess von Eltz, showed an early aptitude for linguistics and information gathering, and was shipped off to Wales to work for the Countess' good friend, Mistress Tannis of Tir-y-Don.
Acted as translator and covert mischief maker for Mistress Tannis for many years. Married off to a minor Knight who died young, but left her with a title and a small amount of money which she parlayed into a tidy nest egg. Believes in cultivating friends in many places.
Known Aliases: Stealth Baroness, Greta Cuisenart, Her Okey-dokeyness, Baroness Iron Balls,
Mother-of-Pearl.
Device: Gules, on a bend dovetailed between two thistles Or, a bendlet Sable
Badge: A chaplet of thistles Or (Fieldless)
Current Interests: Calligraphy & illumination, Geoffrey, early printing, needle arts (sharp pointy things!), cooking, casting, rapier, covert mischief, non covert mischief, etc.
Quote: "You pierced your WHAT?!?"
"I have a coronet and I'm not afraid to use it!"
"That was obviously designed by drunken monkeys."
Homepage: Greta's Manor
Bio: Lord Hadrurus did not fall from grace as much as he made a wrong turn in Albuquerque*, where he was found by the FFG'rs, and guided by the Shenafin. These days he is part of the crew of the good ship Angry Seabass, one of the Fallen From Grace vessels, where he helps spread the evil on the Seven Seas.
PS: He's still not sure that he's not lost.
*Spain, not New Mexico.
Current Interests: Shenafin, rapier, The Black Tigers, chess.
Quotes: "Febreeze can only take you so far . . ." "C'mon Walrus! You know I've got no game!"
Iinter-kingdom SPecial envoY
Portrait: Objects in camera may not be as innocent as they appear
Known Aliases: That dagger guy, you know?
Current Interests: Calligraphy, Pewter casting
Bio: Patriarch. Marcellus was born to a distinguished family of horse breeders from the north of Naples. Being that he was the second son, tradition held that his role in life was laid out for him - he would join the Church and spend the rest of his days praying for the health and well-being of his family. Being the good son he was, Marcellus promptly joined a Benedictine monastery with all the zeal of his thirteen years. But this was not to last. His intelligence and questioning nature promptly got him in trouble, and it was not long before he decided that perhaps a life in the clergy did not exactly suit him. At the age of fifteen, to the dismay (and not inconsiderable anger) of his family, he left the monastery and joined the crew of a merchant sailing for Istanbul.
Nineteen years later, Marcellus is still sailing and has no desire to return to the monastery, even though his estrangement from his family troubles him greatly. He has proven to be a keen businessman with interests in various merchant ships and other ventures, and has become involved (financially and otherwise) with the Baroness Belphoebe de Givet, whom he met in the days when she was on the run from the Spanish Inquisition, and who he has recently married. He currently spends his time traveling with Belphoebe and other various friends and business associates, and avoiding angry family members like the plague.
Portrait: With a patriarch like this...
Homepage: La Salle de
Marcellus
Member of the Brute Squad, keeper of the lost and found (if I find it, you've lost it)
Portrait: Do not stare directly into the gypsy's eyes
Known Aliases: Rose, that short fencer with the long hair, godforsaken gypsy
Interests: 'borrowing', fencing, singing, sleeping
Bio: Seamus O'Maoiliriain was the third son of the keeper of Cragg
Castle, in Ireland. This privilege, if any could be counted – for this is an Irish Tale – was short
lived. When Henry VIII invaded Ireland, under the banner of the Catholic Church,
Seamus’ father and brothers promptly took arms to fight the intruding armies.
Alas, they were all slaughtered in battle, leaving young Seamus an orphan and
his mother a widow.
But Seamus’ mother was a resourceful woman. Not wishing to lose her only remaining child, she fled to her paternal home in Scotland, where she seeked the protection of her father, the Keeper of Falkland Palace. Her father welcomed her home but promptly sent her off to her brother, the Cardinal of St. Andrews, as she was the product of an embarrassing peccadillo from his younger days and did not want her around as a continuous reminder of that. Besides, his brother could more easily explain the illegitimate child for he was noted to have quite a few.
And all was well and it would seem that Seamus' place in the world had been restored. But alas, this tale is not only Irish but Scottish, and soon after his arrival his mother passed away. Young Seamus, an enterprising lad just like his mother, soon took employment with the Cardinal but this too was not to last. St. Andrews castle soon found itself besieged by the Protestants who, no sooner they had taken the castle when they slew the Cardinal and hanged him naked from the outside walls. Their sense of humor in the face of harassment was sadly lacking.
The Church thing just wasn't paying out for Seamus - far too many killings and tortures. Being down on his luck he did what all good Irish do! Take your sorrows directly to the local pub. Or in Seamus’ case, the bawdiest drinking hole in the Port of St. Andrews. It was here that he relayed his tale to a kind group of strangers. Tales were told and enough beverages were plied to make a cat sing. And of course, a melee ensued. Seamus was quick to blade and quicker to feet, legging and leaving foe in his wake. In midst of battle he did hear, "Yep, he's an Atlantian thug in the making."
That day Seamus did learn a valuable lesson: "If you're gonna stick your head out you're gonna get hit." In this case he got hit with a beer mug and the last thing he remembered was a voice saying, "Hey guys! We just got ourselves a cabin boy!" That night the Flotsam, under the command of the infamous Catalina d’ell Aqcua, sailed from Scotland for the fair shores of Atlantia with a Seamus onboard.
AS THE FLOATSAM FLOATS: Not too long after the beer mug incident, Seamus introduced some democracy aboard the Flotsam. As a result, the Cat has been voted Governor of her own island and Delphina is the new captain of the Flotsam. Unexplainably, Cat has not been happy with this turn of events, even though the generous offers of rum by the loving members of her former crew. Rumor has it that the indigenous creatures of the island also took a vote, and that the Flotsam found Cat floating aimlessly at sea.
When pulled aboard she inquired of Seamus, "How can I get my ship back?" Seamus, with a look of innocent surprise upon his face as to why she would ask him and not the Captain -- but not to miss such a wonderful opportunity -- replied with a canary eating grin, " Like any good Pirate, work your way up from cabin girl!". (Some aboard thought they heard the Cat mumble, "How bout I just kill you," as they dragged her below deck.)
UPDATE:Captain Cat has now recovered command of the Flotsam by the simple means of bribing Delphina into giving her back her ship in exchange for a the black hat of the Chaos Pope. Consequently, Seamus has been demoted to barnacle. Stay tuned for the next exciting chapter of “As the Flotsam Floats!” (This story has been brought to you by the color gold.)
Quotes: Daggers are for fools...God I love them!; It wasn't a mutiny it was a
democratic vote!; Hey, nice island . . .want some rum?; I am so ashamed! Yoo Hoo
Cabin Girl!
Nicknames: Cabin Boy (The Irishman formerly known as); Golden Boy; Shameless; Mollusk. This is just the beginning. Stay tuned!
Homepage: Diary of a Mollusk
Bio: No one is sure where Shenafin came from, but the Fallen From Grace bunch is only too happy that she has joined their ranks (and they don't want to ask many questions about it). Shen is currently a crewmember of the "Angry Seabass," one of the Fallen From Grace merchant ships, under the capable(?) leadership of the inimitable Captain Kiefer R. Unch.
Nicknames: Mommy, The Original G.P.S. (Girl Preventing Stupidity)*
Interests: Rapier, The Black Tigers, Costuming, Hadrurus.
*And where would guys be without one of those?
Because two Thomases are more evil than one
Portrait:
Uh, were cameras even invented back then?
Homepage:The Gates of Horn
Bio:
Thomas Lyon is the descendant of Thomas Lyon of Braemar, a 14th century Scotsman who started the brewery which funded Thomas' initial investment in Fallen from Grace. Because of his namesake's proclivity for sampling his own wares, often immoderately and in dangerous proximity to open flame, he was quite known for his self-directed volatile and explosive qualities.
Thomas' family migrated to England, under suspicious and best left uninvestigated circumstances, a few generations ago, and Thomas himself came to London to establish contacts necessary for growing the family business. Despite early difficulties, often resulting in or from his acquaintance with less than reputable business people, he finally achieved some success, coincidentally around the same time he began associating with Fallen from Grace.
He is now known to use Fallen from Grace's shipping interests exclusively for importing raw materials, often from exotic locales, and exporting the finished product of the family brewery around the islands and to the continent. He has also invested some of the wealth this association has brought him back into the company to the point that he is currently an equity stakeholder with some voting stock. It is also rumored that some of the incoming and outgoing tuns are not necessarily filled with fermentables and potables, although no one who has ever made such claims has stood by them for very long, often making loud, hasty public retractions.
Re-enactment Background: Thomas started historical re-creation in the SCA *harumph* years ago, at the College of Rencester. He was active there throughout college and for a bit after, cultivating his initial interests in duello (often joking about violating William and Mary's charter while practicing fencing in the Sunken Gardens in the middle of Old Campus), dancing, and brewing. Another fun trivia fact: when Thomas authorized in duello for the very first time, he became a Freescholar. (This was some years before the Treaty of the White Scarf, that changed the scarf for Provosts to white, introduced the gold scarf to which the title of Freescholar was moved, leaving plain, authorized fighters with their blue scarves lowly Scholars.)
Thomas went inactive a year or so out of college, for a few years, due to nasty, bad politics with the local group where he was living at the time. At that time he, and his then fiancee and now wife Giovanna, dabbled with Revolutionary War re-enactment, in particular hooking up with a Colonial dance group.
Thomas became active once again around 1997-1998, after moving to the DC Metro area, where he still resides. He has also played with the Traynd Bandes of London, an Elizabethan militia group, in particular Gardiner's Companie, as a pikeman. He has also dabbled with the English Civil War Society of America, in particular the King's Life Guard of Foote.
Portrait: "I am not a thug, really."
Known Aliases: The Kamikaze Scotsman
Interests: Brewing and vintning, dancing, duelling
Memorable Moments: Being wrapped in a great kilt for the very first time, on the lawn at Emerald Joust some years ago before many kingdom notables. Committing acts of derring-do witnessed by two different Queens, on two different occasions. The first appearance of the Kamikaze Scotsman. What I can recall of Pennsic XXX after the blunt trauma to the skull.
Quotes: "Better dead than shabby."
"Belphoebe, did they at least see the sheep?"
That looks painful...
Bio: The Walrus was found wrapped inside a rug in the markets of Istanbul. What was he doing there is anyone's guess. Rumor has it that he was the cabin boy in a pirate ship and that when he fell asleep on the rug, someone with a sense of humor thought it funny to roll him up. They say that the boy was still asleep when the ship got to port and the Captain decided to sell it - the rug, not the boy - among a whole batch of loot to Delphina The Mad, who was running a used goods emporium at the time.
When Éammon woke up hours later, he started screaming like a banshee. This prompted Delphina to think that the rug was haunted and to bring her brother Friar Liam Bartholomew Insipid (who would later become a Cardinal) to exorcise it. When asking the "spirit" to identify itself, all they could understand from it was "Walrus." (He was trying to say Wallace but the muffling of the rug and his thick Irish brogue didn't help one bit.) So Walrus became his name. Forever.
Walrus became Delphina's trusted assistant, and followed her to Italy when she had to leave Istanbul in a haste on account of one of her daggers unexplainably finding it's way into the back of a sheriff. By that time he had already met Baron Marcellus and Baroness Belphoebe as they had a partnership in Delphina's merchanting and nautical ventures -- which have proven to be quite profitable for everyone. (There is also the rumor that The Walrus is actually the secret child of Belphoebe, a product of a liaison in her younger days, but no one has been able to corroborate this information.)
Marcellus and Belphoebe have tried to teach him how to fence, with very little luck so far. The Walrus is more interested in the business end of the term "fencing" than in the fighting implications of it. And he has been proving over and over to be quite good at it!
Known Aliases: The Walrus, Monkey Boy, El Brato.
Household Ambassador, Traveler of many lands and dancer
Bio: Where Lady Zada came from, nobody knows for sure. But on various occasions, this notorious lady has claimed to be the direct descendant of Egyptian Pharaohs, the Khalif of Medina, and the Queen of Sheba. It is suspected, however, that she was the daughter of a fisherman in Ephesus and that when her parents decided to give her away in marriage to the local apothecary--a man about 60 years her senior--Zada ran away with a caravan of gypsies never to be heard from again.
All we know is that the Lady Zada has become a gifted performer, exotic dancer, and wielder of rapiers.
It said that Zada first met the Patriarch of House Fallen From Grace, Baron Marcellus Capoziello da Napoli, in the bustling markets of Istanbul, where she was a regular customer of Delphina's Quality New and Used Goods Emporium. Marcellus promptly recognized the potential of the lady as a source for valuable and much marketable information. Thus, a very useful and profitable business relationship ensued.
Delphina's hasty flight from Istanbul, after the sad demise of a sheriff via one of her daggers finding its way into his back, was a blow to Marcellus' family business--not to mention Delphina's--and for a time they lost track of Zada. She resurfaced in Spain a couple of years later, traveling among a troupe of performers, and has since resumed her business relationship with House Fallen From Grace.
Portrait: So glamorous
Known Aliases: Alycia, Zada Byrd
Mundane Name: Alycia Zada DuBry
Where Located: Kingdom of Drachenwald, Maastricht, Netherlands
While not members, these folks share a special bond with the household--debt, extortion, co-dependence. Find the evil, and these folks won't be far from it.
Bio: Despite what you might think, the quiet village of Roslyn is not currently home to Ana Beig. She may have been born there, but when she was a small girl her family moved to the bustling royal burgh just to the north, a
consequence of her father's thriving goldsmith business. Cosmopolitan Edinburgh is much more to Ana's taste, with the Court moving in and out, all the writers
and makars and merchants, and the fantastic port of Leith a hour's ride away!
It is through the Port of Leith that Ana got to know House Fallen From Grace.
Completely respectably! We promise! Well, there may have been some crazy love
letters from Captain Kiefer,
but Ana has her eyes set on a respectable merchant's son or noble lord.
When she's not seeking out good Flemish wools, that is.
Interests: Costuming, rapier, music, shopping (especially fabrics).
Behold the Fairy Godmother of Temptation. Bio coming soon!
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Bio: The daughter of a powerful Florentine merchant, Lady Cassandra was expected to marry young, her parents having their eyes into a convenient alliance for their household resulting from such a marriage. It is said that talks are still taking place but no negotiations have been finalized yet.
A demure and proper Florentine maiden, Cassandra is also the twin sister of Lord Cassio Giordani who, if not for being the heir of the family’s business, would like nothing better in this life than to take orders as a monk. Because of that, he tends to let his sister quietly handle all of his business deals, as she has a good head over her shoulders for this sort of thing.
Cassio is currently flabbergasted at the continuous rumors that he has been seen juggling clubs like a commoner and serenading the ladies at assorted taverns. This is particularly worrisome as the poor man lacks any coordination, cannot carry a tune in a bucket and never leaves home. (His sister, on the other hand, has a beautiful singing voice and is capable of juggling anything under the sun: Clubs, knives, hamsters, small children, etc.)
When his favorite clothes began disappearing at the same time as his alleged "escapades," Cassio began to suspect that someone was impersonating him and started to follow his sister everywhere. Cassandra, however, has proven to be a slippery target. So far, he has not been able to catch her slipping out of the house and, in the meantime, the rumors persist.
For her part, prim Cassandra gives her brother an innocent smile every time he’s around, while she works on her music as befits a proper maiden of a good family.
Device: Per chevron embattled azure and argent, three annulets, one and two, argent and a rose proper
Interests: Music; juggling; costuming; siege engines; web ministry.
Aliases: Cass/Cassie; Momma Borg; Rescuer of the Web Page.
Webpage: http://www.jordanclan.net/cassandra/
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Token Mongol
Bio: His Excellency has been described as a Mongol lute-player with a Scottish name and a brown hat. Folks are still trying to make heads or tails of how this ever came to happen, but the fact is that it did. Last we heard he was living in Elizabethan England, where he was having quite a success with his lute-playing. We also heard that he was in the process of trading his brown hat for a black one, possibly to confuse the enemy.
Who do you think is responsible for the dangerous fencers
of the Household?
Bio: Lord Cosimo of Venice was born, well, in Venice. Fourth son of a Venetian (what else?) merchant, he was not in line to inherit into the family business. His father, being the enterprising gentle that he was, bought young Cosimo's way into the military so he would make a name and a fortune for himself.
With all the enthusiasm of his youth, Cosimo joined the ranks and fought in several wars, acquiring in the process a rather extensive experience in the matter. After ten years of this, he decided that he had had enough of military life and decided to go places on his own.
Because of his prowess with a blade and his experience with military tactics, Cosimo had no trouble finding patrons who would hire him as a weapons instructor for themselves and for their retainers. However, trading was also in Cosimo's blood and, having a good sense of business, he invested in several ventures of the sort, one of the most profitable being the Fallen From Grace consortium.
These days Cosimo lives comfortably of his earnings as a weapons master and of his profitable business ventures. He also teaches and trains the members of the Fallen From Grace consortium and their extended family and retainers, which gives him great satisfaction and not a little relief. Hey, after all, he has an interest in the business you know.
Quotes: "No puffy pants for me!"
"Let me show you how you can beat that guy . . ."
Combat Seamstress, she who fights with long pointy things, 4" or 4', Laika's "mommy"
Bio: Hrosvitha von Celle, known to most as Vitha, was born in Celle, a small town in northern Germany. The daughter of a local woodcarver and a migrant gypsy, she learned at an early age about independence. When Vitha was only a 3 year old babe, her mother decided she had been in one place too long and took back to the road. As a result, Vitha's memory of her mother is quite vague. Her father raised her as best he could as a single parent. Not wanting her to be left without marketable skills he taught her music, self defense, and oddly enough, sewing.
At the age of 15, Vitha decided to set out to find her mother. Although her father was not thrilled with this prospect, he prepared her as best he could, providing her with portable musical instruments, and weapons to defend herself with. Having become an accomplished seamstress, Vitha worked her way to Paris, France, the fashion capital. There she met Aramis de Cantigny, a merchant who happened to have a lovely load of brocades that week. Taking a liking to him and he to her, the two set out to sell wares together.
Vitha and Aramis also know a thing or two about music. In fact, they can make really lovely music together. The most recent result of their collaborations is named Jamie Anita Marie, who is also known to be one of the best-dressed babies in the Knowne World.
Portrait: Work that houpelande
Known Aliases: Runs with scissors
Kade is the reason that English gypsies didn't make a practice of stealing children. She was stolen from a small village somewhere in the English countryside by a gypsy named Esmirelda, and abandoned again some years later, after the gypsy realized her mistake. As a child she tended towards thievery, generally of such interesting objects as the feathers out of noblemen's hats. Though she was cute enough never to be executed, she was responsible for many hasty departures on the part of the gypsies, usually just as they were about to transact their business.
After waking up one morning to discover the caravan had left her behind, Kade travelled haphazardly to the nearest city, where she briefly joined a gang of street children before leaving the city with a troupe of traveling players. She had fallen asleep in the back of one of their wagons, and was mistaken for a pile of rags when they left the city before dawn. When they discovered that she could sing, however, they allowed her to stay, and she learned to make herself useful sewing costumes.
No one quite knows what it is that Kade does now. She has been seen in Exeter, consorting with privateers, and there have been various unconfirmed sightings in other locations, including the rapier field. When cornered, she has been known variously to give the names of Katherine Tatterskirt, Katherine Ragamuffin, or Rowena Flaxflower, and has at least once answered to the name of Sarah, though this may be just a coincidence.
Interests: Rapier, costuming, music, confiscating hat feathers.
Quotes: "I think I had a quote once, but I have forgotten what it is."
Homepage: The Maze of Words
Split persona:
Margareta Little Egyptian: Uses the alias "Margareta vanden Velde" when the local cops are after the Little Egyptians for some outrage that was doubtless committed by other people anyway . . . Margareta's Rom are hanging out in 15th c Flanders, bilking, I mean entertaining the locals. The respectable Margareta vanden Velde is a middle-class educated scribe who takes commissions from the wealthy and thereby makes a comfortable living.
She also lives in 15th Century Flanders. She has heard a rumour that there is a Rom on the loose who is giving out her name, but has so far been unable to track down the mischief maker. She is also having a hard time keeping track of the gold in her scribal supplies.
Hobbies of Margareta the Little Egyptian: music, song, dance, travel
Hobbies of Margareta the Scribe: calligraphy, illumination, sewing, research
Bio: Born to moderately wealthy parents in Scotland, Rachel Wallace showed an early talent for weaving. When it became obvious that she knew more than the local women, Rachel was shipped off to London, to be fostered to Countess Judith von Gruenvald, and learn more of her trade. Often ‘loaned out’ to the many silkwomen on Soper Lane, Rachel soon knew the ins and outs of the textiles trade as well as, or better than, many who had been in the business for years.
Rachel became romantically involved with a young man, Janos of Cyddlain Downs, who was squired to an Irish knight. When one of the silkwomen whom she had helped often retired and moved to the country, Rachel was left with the business. Partially to placate the guild heads (and partially because she wanted to anyway), Rachel married Janos, who was now a knight, (as the guild would not recognize a business as legitimate if a woman was in charge).
Having heard of a shipping company called Fallen From Grace, Rachel set up a meeting with Marcellus and Belphoebe. As they brought her to the company’s warehouse on the docks, they found the crew of The Flotsam in a rather forceful discussion (complete with daggers, swords, and a crossbow wielding Delfina) with a group of thieves who had tried to break into the warehouse. The fight was soon over, and left Rachel much impressed with the crew. With Janos away fighting in the border skirmishes and dealing with pushy, opinionated barons, Rachel was alone in London, and decided on the spot to hire the crew as body guards when they were in port. As time went on, she also found it unwise to ask too many questions when certain ‘rare’ supplies came her way far faster (and for a better price) than it did for her competitors on Soper Lane.
Janos returned from the battles having been given a duchy for his service to Crown and Kingdom. Rachel ‘retired’ with him to their lands, but continued to run her business in London. She also continued her association with the Fallen From Grace Trading Company, and has occasionally found it necessary to hire them for jobs other than simply shipping.
Fun Factoids: Eamon "The Walrus" Wallace, who is rumored to be the love child of Belphoebe, from the times in which she served as a member of Catherine de Medici's "Flying Squad," was fostered to Rachel's family, hence the sharing of last names. Much to Rachel's despair, The Walrus doesn't seem to have any inclination towards the fiber arts, unless the spinning of tales counts for it.
Known Aliases: Her Excellency, Her Majesty, Her Grace, She Who Must Be Obeyed.
Device: Or, a phoenix vert rising from flames issuant from base proper, a chief vert.
Current Interests: Weaving, costuming, calligraphy and illumination, combat archery, equestrian arts, dancing, drinking.
Motto: Death from afar!
Quote: Well, alcohol was involved . . .
Webpage: Rachel's Warped Web Page
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Almost everyone but George has two inner voices, one good, one evil. Apparently, George's evil voice, manifested as a Satanic rubber ducky, killed off his good inner voice a long time ago.
Hell Hound, she only looks cute and cuddly. Actually Laika is an attack dog keeping the world safe from Squirrels and Ducks.
Portrait: Sooo eee-vil
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If you weren't at Pennsic XXXI, you missed all the camp raids. One raid was to Camp Pink Fuzzy Bunny, where we *ahem* liberated a, well, pink fuzzy bunny, which we nicknamed Mistress Hoss. Well, maybe liberate isn't quite the right word, as we sort of left our camp mascot, Vinny the Bear in its stead..
At any rate, somehow in the confusion, Vinny seems to have begat some illegitimate offspring. We aren't sure who the mother really is, as there is some rumors that Mistress Hoss was really male, although that may explain why Vinny's bastards are apparently so purple they are gay.
"E" is for Evil...
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