Moonlight on the Bayou (Character Sheets)

[Scayde]

Dolores Peltier,

An abomination born of an abomination. The only daughter of Julienne Pelteir, a Creole aberration known for his Voodoo prowess and pale green eyes. The great grandson of Luis Dom Peltier, Southern Planter aristocracy and a young slave girl whose name no one recalls.

Dolores had inherited her father’s long black lashes and ebony curls. Her form was slender and graceful. It seemed she would veritably glide along rather than walk. With milk pale skin and green eyes so light they often appeared colorless, the young woman appeared more akin to a specter than a debutant.

She was born to an indigent whore whom Julienne kept in the Irish Quarter of New Orleans. Normally a bastard child of her situation would never have come into the ‘family’, but Julienne was one to make exceptions. He did not trouble himself too much to keep up with the child’s mother. Once she was too large for sport, he scarcely came to call.

The money stopped, and conditions fell dire. He did not see the child until she was eight days old when her incessant screaming alerted neighbors that the mother had died of childbed fever. The only clue to the identity of either the child or the mother was a hand-scrawled note on the cluttered bedside table. The authorities contacted Peltier who came to inspect the child.

It would have been easy for him to dismiss the situation out of hand. His families money had bought more than a little influence over the years. The child really didn’t resemble him so much that there was no question, but from the minute he looked into those pale green eyes his heart was forever lost.

It would be years before he realized what else his daughter had inherited.

[Aegis]

Remy Cyr,

A young creole gambler, born of the first Acadians to New Orleans. His passion for cards and other games of chance is known throughout the city, and is second in knowledge to his undeniable luck. Of his past, all that is known is his orgins in Acadia, before British dominance. Whether or not he has wealth is a mystery to almost everyone, but it is generally thought that he does, lest he unable to finance his gambling nature.

His outward appearance is one of a youthful suitor, attractive in many ways. His brown eyes, though, betray an age far beyond appearance, one of which he passes off to past experiance. Long brown hair, often tied back, frames his well toned body. His skin appears light, almost pale, a testament to the amount of time he spends in doors, and the obvious lack of sun he receives. He is often seen in the bar room, sporting a body length, brown leather coat, fine attire, and a simple, black cane, given him the appearance of noble birth, and a wealthy upbringing.

His presense in New Orleans has been a constant for years, with almost any in the know of things having heard of, if not knowing Remy. His list of contacts and favours owed rivals that of the tabs of the local drunks and property of the Aristocracy. He seems nonchalant about discussing the past, but seems to make up for it in discussion of local happenings and events.

[dragon wench]

Alba Des Glaces

An elusive woman of mixed ethnicity, she is mostly Native American, but in her veins runs the blood of French, Spanish and Black buccaneers. Some were escaped slaves, others chose their violent vocation upon the seas for less evident reasons....

Her eyes seem bottomless. Slightly almond-shaped and veiled by smoky, gold-tinted depths, they are the first thing that people notice. She is not verbose but observes everything and everyone she encounters with unsettling scrutiny….

Possessed by the gift of prophecy ... amongst others… she lives by her wits and peddling fortunes… Occasionally, if necessity prevails or she finds a client attractive and suitably financed, she offers certain other services….. Few have the power to resist....

Sometimes men who have solicited "their fortunes" from Alba Des Glaces inexplicably vanish.... The authorities have attempted to charge her with murder but nothing has ever been proven and no bodies have ever been found. Is she responsible? That may become more clear as her tale unfolds….

[The Z]

Logan Wright

A shorter but stouter man than most, Logan has made his living skulking through the back alleys of cities across the world. Born to two overly devout Catholics in Quebec, he ran away in his early teens, sick of hearing how God would smite him if he stole again. But his philosophy was that some things weren't worth buying and thus, he continually got free meals from the local diner, not to mention a new set of clothes every month. After being chased across the continent and forgetting how to speak French, he slipped across the border and began to aspire to greatness outside of common burglary.

Stealing priceless artifacts, (often mystical or religiously important to a broad array of cultures) and selling them to wealthy playboys in the United States became his trade. Whether it's breaking into old Pharoahs' tombs or desecrating Mayan pyramids he's seen it all; and none of the supposed "magic" from other cultures had ever affected him - he didn't believe in mystical or fantastical beings. Of late, business has been a little slow and any job is a welcome relief from the boredom of shoplifting food and other necessities.

When an anonymous letter was slipped under his apartment door, claiming great riches to be found from the mysterious aristocracy in Louisiana, Logan found himself in front of a bar on the edge of the New Orleans harbour, seeking information on this "mystical" upper class group. Armed with nothing but a switchblade and a pittance of money, he began interrogating the gamblers and drunkards inside.