NTB: Oh, that roster time of year
Mr P R Hardy
Yez arsked fer it, so yerz gottit. Compleet wiv thet Cerbus guy fer th` ferst
time.
I`ll do this again in about a monthish.
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E N T R Y O R D E R :
----------------------
Bacchus
Cerebus the NetAardvark
John Constantine
Lady Johanna Constantine
Darkmage/Darkrose
Deadheadman
Deft
Doubt
Dvandom Stranger
Mr. Elmo
Mr. Entropy
Elric of Monjebone
Professor Esoteric
Hob Gadling
GrimSloth/Slut
The Jellomancer
Kid Anarky
Kit
Mister E. K. Mouse
Narc
Net.Thing
The Question
Russ ("Rushed") Post
Raw Shark
Master Redlaw the Hedgehog
Shade the Changing Dude
Ramaj Singh
Some Irish Guy
Stubby Jim
Thingfish
Dr. Thirteen
Willoughby Withnail
Yo-Yo the Owl
Zenguy
*******************************************************************************
B A C C H U S
-------------
-Net.Name: Bacchus
-Real.Name: en...@csv.warwick.ac.uk (Paul Hardy)
-Powers/abilities: Bacchus can... well, he can tell stories. Really well. I
mean, really fantastically well. He tells them in bars mostly, whilst
drinking, which is the other main thing he does. But never beer, of course.
Wine, and it`s derivatives, are what you should buy Bacchus when you meet him
in a bar. As for anything else... well, strange things have been noticed
to happen around him. The sudden growth of vines. Women going crazy.
Shapechanging. That sort of thing. Just don`t get on the wrong side of him,
that`s all I can say.
Colour of Trenchcoat: Black.
Origin/Background: Okay, so Zeus liked a bit on the side, right? I mean, Hera
was never very understanding of that sort of thing. A bit jealous. So, when
the big guy took a shine to this mortal woman, Semele, and Hera found out,
she really got mad. Convinced Semele that the guy she`d been seeing wasn`t
just an ordinary bloke. Semele wasn`t too happy about this, and the next time
Zeus comes round (she`s already pregnant by him), she challenges him to
show himself in his full regalia. Including thunderbolts, which is a bit of a
mistake really, because Semele gets frazzled instantly. Zeus, who`s really
unhappy about this, takes the kid from her womb, and sews him up inside his
thigh to carry on gestating. No, honest, it`s all true. Just ask Ovid.
Anyway, when he`s ready, out he comes, and lo and behold, it`s a new god,
Bacchus, the god of wine. The rest is history. Quite a bit of it, in fact.
Listen to the man himself: "You can live for a thousand years and be in your
prime. Two thousand- who`s to say you ain`t gonna live forever? Three thousand,
the "noble rot" sets in. And after four thousand years, there are suddenly lots
of deadfaced gods attending to unfinished business in a hurry".
(In case you hadn`t guessed, or more likely hadn`t read it, this is Eddie
Campbell`s Deadface, or Bacchus)
C E R E B U S T H E N E T A A R D V A R K
-------------------------------------------
NAME: Cerebus the NetAardvark
REAL NAME: Geoff Wessel (a.k.a. WE@SEL)
DESCRIPTION: Short, grey, furry, wears a black vest (close to a trench,
right? :)
ORIGIN: I was walking the streets of Iest one day, when for some Un-Tarimly
reason I was plucked from Iest into this wierd, bright futuristic world where
people just....stared at windows and hit on buttons all day. I was hooked. I
am here now. Oh yes, though the ale here is quite watered-down, I have taken a
liking to it, as well as something called...punk rock.
J O H N C O N S T A N T I N E
------------------------------
-name: John Constantine
-real name: Julian Castle (cas...@ug.cs.dal.ca)
-powers: 1 real blue trenchcoat. 1 imaginary brown trechcoat
-origin: see Hellblazer
-info: see Hellblazer
L A D Y J O H A N N A C O N S T A N T I N E
---------------------------------------------
-NTB persona: LJ Constantine
-real name: Tara Lynn O'Shea ta...@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu
-Colour of trenchcoat: grey
-Background: LJ, when asked "Hey, aren't you supposed tp be tall, blonde,
statuesque. and dead for over 100 years?" will answer with "Maybe." and blow
smoke in said person's face.
As yet, it is unclear if she is a reincarnation of Lady Johanna, or merely a
pretender to the clan of Constantine (as if anyone would *want* to be a
Constantine) and if she knows, she's not telling just now. She, like John,
likes to smoke, and we all know where her drinking preferences lie.
Instead of being a scouse, LJ is half english, half irish, raised in Chicago.
Her accent tends to wander, and she is well versed in swearing in many
languages.
She knows no one named Nigel.
She's a horrible shot with a snowball. [ ;-) -kit]
D A R K M A G E / D A R K R O S E
---------------------------------
-Net.name/persona: Darkmage/DarkRose of the NTB
-real.name/address: Darkmage, the Clueless Wonder silb...@acf3.nyu.edu
-powers/mystical abilities/colour of trenchcoat:
assorted magick-type powers/familiarity w/ the Fair Lands/
black (a nice big worn-out one! :)
-"Origin" or background info: Loosely based on Rose, Dr. Occult's female side.
>if you don't supply any, I'll just fill in
>the old "horrifying experience in a graveyard" line from S&HM #2.
Hhmmmm...
D E A D H E A D M A N
---------------------
-Net.name: Deadheadman (Dean Tangri)
-real.name: Brian Rust bl...@virginia.edu
-background/origin: Dean Tangri was a touring roadie and (in the off-season)
bungee-cord instructor who had the misfortune of angering a syndicate of evil
ticket scalpers, who sent their enforcer, Sheeer, to do Dean in during an
instructional jump session off a railroad bridge. (Last words: "Funny; from
here that guy almost looks like he's holding a huge pair of scissors...")
Sent back from the afterlife by a benevolent manifestation of God,
Deadheadman roams Earth trying to keep people mellow and sharp objects out of
the hands of the irresponsible.
-powers/supernatural abilities: Deadheadman has the power of Limited
Possession: he can take over any one part of a person's body. While not as
impressive as full possession, an inability to control one's eyes (or bladder)
is not something to be taken lightly in a tense situation.
D E F T
-------
NTB persona: Deft
powers/m. a.: Oblivious to personal danger, kinda handy when you are in
a group that has regular contact with Hell. Actually, more or
less oblivious in general. Can "see the present" by monitoring
the wrestling channels. No apparent connection between the
wrestling stories and his conclusions, but hey, it works.
Color of trenchcoat: Cammo for action, Black for formal occasions
Background: He is Beep from Billy Ngyuen, slightly distorted and given
some appropriately lame "power". Read the book, and tell them
to publish more!
A fountain of Universal Enthusiasm, Deft was not always
this way. An undistinguished graduate of Heald Business College,
Deft was always an athletic young man. Sadly his academic career
led him to the most terrifying situation he would have to face:
Middle management in a Large Corporation in the throes of Down-
sizing. In order to avoid the high parking fines (too high to
give them a name without punitive connotations) Deft decided to
skateboard to work. Slowly the animalistic desperation of having
to fire people and avoiding being fired forced Deft to seek an
opiate. He found it in the choreographed antics of Wrestling
Amalgamated and some of the other wrestling organizations. As the
fight for corporate survival began to dominate his life Deft
(Charles Huston, a name few know) began to draw parallels between
the WA passion plays and his own struggles. He bought a Kaypro II
sized portable TV, modifying it by adding a motorcycle battery,
in order to pursue his relaxation at work. The parallels became
so close that Deft began to make decisions based on what he saw
in the set. Then in a moment of satori, Deft was able to watch
himself be fired allegorically on his TV (nicknamed Ol' Bart) while
he was simultaneously being fired in unreal life. In that moment Deft
saw exactly how the universe of man's perception is interrelated.
His mind encompassed knowledge that man was not capable of knowing
and blew a fuse. He took to growing his hair long and doing
messenger service for the corporations that had chewed him up
and spit him out... A mouse running between the feet of elephants.
Of course, this is when he started to wear a trenchcoat.
When Ramaj Singh discovered that the Eye of Abraham had
been stolen he befriended the rather easily led Deft and gave
him a rather unusual place to stay in return for the information
that Deft hands out like cotton candy.
relevant info: Wha's relevant?
Deft has a clean soul as part of his remaking. What that means I
have no idea.
D O U B T
---------
-I am Doubt, the 8th Endless.
-Color of trenchcoat: anything, probably black. Skin color: sort of chalky.
-Real name: Ken Arromdee (arro...@jyusenkyou.cs.jhu.edu)
Yes, it's silly; so sue me.
D V A N D O M S T R A N G E R
------------------------------
Net.Name : Dave Van Domelen, dva...@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu
Outfit: Clean black Sears Trenchcoat, Black Fedora, Black Jeans (well, kinda
grey after the last few times thru the dryer), Black Rockport Walking Shoes,
Black Suicide Squid T-Shirt, Grey socks (originally grey), Wraparound Black
Shades over really thick glasses. Carries Editorial Staff made of Ebon
Unobtainium and topped with the remains of the Dvandom Dial.
Powers: Lots, but no time to use them, as he kibitzes in a theoretically
infinite number of events. Usually will give dire warnings or minor aid, but
then be off to his next event. Can write characters into or out of a story at
will, using the Editorial Staff (which has remnants of the Dvandom Dial power
to create characters).
Origin: See System Corruptors #3 and #4, from the Bellerophon Gambit.
Originally Dial "D" for dvandom, the being responsible in part for the drying
up of RAC and the creation of a great number of LNH heroes and villains, he was
retconned out of existence, creating a major problem. Acton Lord pulled him
out of his "real life" and back into the net, betraying him and stealing the
Dial. After Acton Lord met his Justly Deserved Fate, the molten remains of the
Dial dripped onto Dave's staff, and he arose as the Dvandom Stranger.
M I S T E R E L M O
---------------------
-Net.name/persona: Mister Elmo
-Real.name/address: greg, mor...@physics.rice.edu
-Powers/mystical abilities/colour of trenchcoat: Strange frothing
abilities/mystic sense of continuity violations/tan
-Origin: Driven insane by years of datelessness, Mister Elmo
prowlss the back streets of USENET, incessantly whining, with spittle,
about trivial inconsistencies.
M I S T E R E N T R O P Y
--------------------------
-Net.name: Mr. Entropy
-Real name/address: Spencer Pasero - slp4...@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu
-color o' trenchcoat: beige
-powers: Hmm... How about "ability to make people see disorder that is
not present."
-origin: A chemist studying the effects of alcohol and other drugs on
the brain discovered how to cause them telepathically...do ya
buy it?
E L R I C O F M O N J E B O N E
---------------------------------
Real name/address: to...@soda.berkeley.edu
NTB name: Elric of Monjebone (My middle name is Monje, see? And Elric came
from Melnibone, right? Clever, huh? ... Well, it sounded brilliant when I
thought of it.)
Trenchcoat color: Black
Powers: His great runecoat _Stormbringer_ allows him to suck the will to
study from any college student. He is also able to transform his apartment
into a manifestation of Chaos. Unfortunately, _Stormbringer_ exacts a price
for its powers; Elric has no social life whatsoever (why do you think I've
got time to come up with something like this?)
Origin: Six months ago Elric was an ordinary student at U.C. Berkeley. One
day while walking to class, disaster struck. It started to rain.
(Perhaps some explanation is in order. Californians can deal with
a lot of things. Earthquakes? No problem. Fires? Big deal. But rain? It
never rains here. We have no idea how to cope.)
Elric watched in horror as the storm claimed him as its victim. Water
threatened to overwhelm him as it soaked through his clothes, embracing
him in its cold, lifeless embrace. Elric felt his sanity slipping.
Suddenly a figure appeared before him. It beckoned to the
desperate student, leading him to the shelter of a small hut.
"You fear the rain," said the stranger.
"It's more horrible than I had ever dreamed."
"I can offer you protection from the storm, but it will come at a
great price. Are you willing to pay it?"
"Will it get me to my class?"
"It can."
"Then the answer is yes."
The mysterious figure handed Elric a black trenchcoat covered in
runes. "Its name is _Stormbringer_. Guard it well."
P R O F E S S O R E S O T E R I C
----------------------------------
Real Name: Christopher Gilmore (cgil...@casbah.acns.nwu.edu)
Misc: A very non-stereotypical trenchcoater, he finds the whole thing rather
amusing. Normally very easy going, often a bit flip.
Powers: Unknown. Displays insanely good luck and timing. Things *ALWAYS*
fall into place for him. Rumor has it that irritating him is about as healthy
as befriending a Constantine. Possible persuasion powers; see origin.
Origin: An atypical 'encounter in a graveyard.' Convinced the dead that he
was an agent of Hell. Sold them a bible, claiming it was the Necronomicon.
Refuses to explain what he was doing walking around a graveyard with a bible
at night.
Trenchcoat: Black.
Location: Frequents various suburbs of Chicago.
H O B G A D L I N G
--------------------
My real name is Michael McAfee, my net.name is Michael, the
Chaotic, and I wanna be Hob Gadling.
Why Hob Gadling? See me in a hundred years and I'll tell you.
Secret origin...hmmmmmm...well, I was at this con, and in this
panel on how immortals are represented in fiction, I blurted out
that as far as reality was concerned, I was going to live forever
because I'm damn good at being alive so why should I stop? A
tall gent with a pale face and black robes then said we should
talk more about this, say at Worldcon 2093.
Trenchcoat, trenchcoat...hmm, I don't seem to have one, but I
do have this spiffy dark blue cloak from the early 16th century.
Will that do?
G R I M S L O T H / S L U T
---------------------------
-Net.name/persona: GrimSloth (sometimes called GrimSlut)
(Based on GrimJack (the Jim Twilley incarnation, to be
specific).)
-Real.name/address: Stewart Fyfe / fyf...@lafcol.lafayette.edu
FY...@lafvax.lafayette.edu
-Powers/abilities:
- A detective and mercenary of sorts, who dabbles in
magic when necessary.
- He carries with him a number of magical/technical
devices, usually specific to the case he's on. He has
more at his various safe-houses.
- He contains a lot of raw, untapped, uncontrollable
magic of some sort that tends to fry people when
unleashed. It seems to be somehow linked to "the
Dark"(*), but the connection is not clear.
- He is doomed to be eternally reborn whenever he dies.
And perhaps most importantly:
- He tends to wander around in "the Dark,"(*) especially
when drinking.
(* the Dark is a deeply depressed, morose state of
mind, though that's a bit of an understatement. Hunt
up some old issues of GrimJack for more details.)
-Colour of trenchcoat: Black or dark purple, depending on which one he
feels like wearing.
-Background:
"Alt.cynosure, sweet cynical alt.cynosure. Where the Internet
meets. A multi-dimensional newsgroup that all newsgroups crosspost to
at one time or another. The laws of net.reality in alt.cynosure vary
from posting to posting. Wit works here. Logic works there. Flames
work everywhere.
"My name's Stew, but out on the streets I'm known as GrimSloth.
Call me lurker. Call me EE. Call me trenchcoater. I am all that and
more. People looking for me can usually find me at my place, Munden's
Bar, in alt.cynosure.
"If you can't find me at Munden's, leave a message with the
bartender, Martin, or email something to Janice, my IDC-326 Pocket
Secretary. Martin's the best bartender in town; he's been working for
me for quite some time now. Sometimes, he reminds me of an old
friend, Gordon. And Janice? She's not top of the line, but she's got
a good head on her shoulders. (Even if she doesn't have any
shoulders.)
"Oh, you want an Origin? Well, my past is something I usually
try to forget. It's not something I'm proud of, y'know? I'm
GrimSloth. You want any more than that, you're SOL."
T H E J E L L O M A N C E R
----------------------------
-Net.name/persona: Weevil Dendrite, Jellomancer
-real.name/address: Thanatos tgt3...@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu
-powers/mystical abilities/colour of trenchcoat:
The ability to mold Jello (tm) "to capture the currents of chaos in
mid-motion and study the fluxes themselves. I call it JELLOMANCY!!!"
Also, due to the fact that, as an oracle, I have a certain disembodied head
as a pen pal, I was granted, as a boon, the ability not to die, though I
am rather annoyed when sqirrels nibble on me. My trenchcoat is a standard
London Fog Model #XJ147, with numerous Jello stains and squirrel bites.
-"Origin" or background info:
wasn't happening. I noticed that the jello would quiver uncontrollably, then
disintegrate back into liquid. Little did I know that it was picking up
the sympathetic vibrations from the American Gothic storyline a world away.
One finally worked out, (a lull in the action) and I had to cross the graveyard
to deliver it. At that moment, The Seasons of mist storyline kicked in, and
I was surrounded by ghouls, all wanting some of my Jello (apparently they have
none of the tasty treat in the Infernal places. I was saved when I promised
them Bill Cosby was following right behind me, with _Jigglers!_ Poor Bill...
Trying to understand my awesome new powers, I wrote to the astrologer
in the Midnight Star, a strange looking guy called Oar Feeus. We became
penpals, and one day, he warned me of my imminent demise, but told me not
to worry. His dad owed him a favor, and he was going to collect.
Then I met up with John Constan---no, that was Ambrose Bierce--anyway,
I was almost devoured by squirrels. Fortunately, my jello saved me.
K I D A N A R K Y
------------------
NAME: Kid Anarky CREATED BY: 003...@ace.acadiau.ca
POWERS: Varies. Supposedly sonic powers, but the more he uses them, the
wilder and more unpredictable things seem to occur.
ADD.NOTES: His purpose is to go back to a simpler way of life, where dead
characters return after a while, and everything is superficial, but
once you become intelligent, you just can't swallow that crud
anymore.
GROUP AFF.: Net.Patrol, LNH ambassador to NTB
K I T
-----
-Net.name: Kit
-Real.name: kristoff cta...@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu
-powers: none to speak of, I'm just here to make sure all you heebie jeeby
types don't get into trouble.
Kit also has an incredible potential for violent death, due to the nature
of certain nameless associates
-colour of trenchcoat: black, of course
-background: in a fit of madness I volunteered to organize this damned thing.
There. now that it's done, nobody's concerned with NTB anymore. We'd better get
some stories out of this folks!
M I S T E R E. K. M O U S E
------------------------------
- name:
Mr. E. K. Mouse.
- real.name: wkau...@oracle.us.com (William Kaufman)
- outfit:
dark grey trenchcoat over a "Rude Boy" black slacks, white shirt,
black jacket with narrow lapels, and narrow black silk tie. And, a
pair of cheap, round John Lennon-style sunglasses.
- powers:
Unclear. He's never been proven or convicted of anything. But, he
can usually be found in the middle of a bomb blast covered in soot,
giggling like, well, like a madman.
His usual response to any problem is to threaten and rant.
- origin:
People who would know say he enjoyed running with a sharp stick as a
small child, and, true to his mother's warning, poked his eyes out. No
one has seen behind his round sunglasses to verify this, but certainly
this idea is supported by his habit of bumping into walls and tripping
over curbs.
N A R C
-------
-Net personna: Narc
-real name/address: craig welsh cwe...@morgan.ucs.mun.ca
-Color of Trenchcoat: Dark Emerald Green with a grey one for a back up.
-Supernatural abilities: To make me look fairly cool and to scare the
hell of intoxicated people who think he looks like an undercover cop or
spy.
-Personna: Narc is a fairly sarcastic SOB with a off-the-top-of-his-head
kind of humour which often gets him in trouble. Undoubtably dropped on
his head as a child, which explains why he has absolutely no tact at
all.
N E T . T H I N G
-----------------
-Net.name/persona: Net.Thing!
-real.name/address: Glenn Carnagey
g-car...@uchicago.edu, lf...@ellis.uchicago.edu, gr...@tao.uchicago.edu
-powers/mystical abilities/colour of trenchcoat: Well, I'm currently Protector
of the Net, heir to the Parliament of Nodes, allergic to toxic waste. Colour?
Uh, sort of muck or moss colored...
-"Origin" or background info:
See sig.
-Any other relevant info: Not related in any way, shape, or form to Swap Thing.
He lies a lot, foul thing that he is. A poor copy at best, not that I believe
he actually exists... Besides, he lives in the Garage, I live in Net.
Big difference there. What's that smell? AaaaaAAAAAUUUuuuuuUUUGGGGHH!!!!
......................................................................
"His body reacted with the filth ... the rot ... the decay ...
to produce a misshapen mockery of life,
no longer a man, but a .... Net Thing!"
......................................................................
T H E Q U E S T I O N
----------------------
NTB name: The Question
real name: Andre' Condon (a_co...@unhh.unh.edu)
no relation to: Kid Chivalry (my LNH character =])
colour of trenchcoat: black, occasionally randomly fading to grey, then
deepening to black again, fedora to match
background/origin: Incurably inquisitive, the young man who would become the
Question travelled the world gathering knowledge, thus acquiring a myriad of
diverse abilities: mastery of several martial arts forms; some fairly potent
magickal skills; acquainted with numerous people (including a couple of avatars
and a few extraplanar denizens), most of whom he owes a favour or two, and only
a couple of which have any obligation to him beyond exchanging greetings; was
given the gatecoat Nightshard at some point during these travels--before his
journey to Hell in the Broken Angel Affair (during which he gained possession
of the Sword of Azrael) and sometime after he stumbled across the grave of the
last living master (oxymoron?;) of the mystical art of cloud-binding in the
Rain of Pale Blood Misadventure (during which the Eye of Abraham was stolen
from him [he has a strong suspicion that Ramaj Singh stole it but so far is
unable to prove anything...]); has an instinctive knack for getting into large
amounts of high-intensity trouble; speaks several languages
powers/mystical abilities: Nightshard appears to be marginally alive--its
interior serves as an extradimensional gateway, where the Question stores many
of his arcane weapons and artifacts (he carries the material components for the
spells he is able to cast in a black leather satchel worn beneath the coat),
alongside the intermittent technological device; it has been proposed that the
Question could use Nightshard as a teleportation device, but so far he has been
very, very reluctant to try it, preferring to use its minor cloaking abilities
for stealth when neccessary; some semi-mystical abilities seemingly related to
his martial skills (i.e., ability to speak to animals, sort of a radar-sense
deal, and near-unbelievable sneakiness); some low-to-medium power spellcasting
abilities dependent on the proper material components
other information: usually accompanied (although he would rather not be) by an
enormous hellhound the size of a small pony, totally black save for the teeth
(glistening white) and eyes (green balls of cold flame), who followed him out
of Hell after his second visit and appears to be wholly devoted to him...very
curious and generally thought to be rather unscrupulous in regards to how he
obtains his knowledge
R U S S ( " R U S H E D " ) P O S T
-------------------------------------
-Net.name/persona: Russ ("Rushed") Post
-real.name/address: Mark Friedman, frie...@cis.ohio-state.edu
-powers/mystical abilities: reality shifting, "immortality"
-colour of trenchcoat: black
-"Origin" or background info: tricked into using Demon Snuff, standard
Bugtown inheritance, and dying/regenerating a few times
-relevant info: inate ability to predict/plan a situation to an
incredibly unlikely resolution by even less likely means
R A W S H A R K
----------------
-Net.name : Raw Shark
-Real.name : Mark Steyn, ma...@castle.ed.ac.uk
-Powers : Above average strength and endurance. Also emits an
altogether unpleasant odour, which combined with an
expressionless mask produces an unmistakable air of terror.
-Trenchcoat: An old, worn trenchcoat. Time has not been kind to this
garment, now displaying several badly patched rips and tears.
It was probably once brown in colour, but the once edible
covering on its surface make indentification near impossible.
-Mystical Abilities: In the past he has displayed the inane ability to
anger god-like superbeings.
-Origin: From the notes of Dr Franklin Stine:
"Very little is known. First sitings suggest that his
character was originally very different (though still
psychotic), considerably less violent and displaying
far more compassion. My speculation is rife as to what
triggered his change into the violent and merciless
vigilante who now stalks the streets.
He has little patience for those who hinder him in his
quests, even though the may have aided him in the past and
may do so again in the future. To Raw Shark all things
exist in black and white. Grey might as well not exist."
M A S T E R R E D L A W T H E H E D G E H O G
------------------------------------------------
-Net.name: Master Redlaw the Hedgehog
-Real.name: Edward Liu/el...@andrew.cmu.edu
-Powers: "Powers? Us hedgepiggies don't get powers. Nope. Best we can
hope for is clay and embers...."
-Origin: "Origin? Well, I guess it's the usual hedgepiggie origin --
one day you're not here, the next day you are, no idea of how
or why or how long you've got before you end up in somebody's
cooking pot."
S H A D E T H E C H A N G I N G D U D E
------------------------------------------
-Net.persona: Shade the Changing Dude
-Net.address: da...@wam.umd.edu
-Powers: Supposedly can tap into the Surge Stream of the net, but
nobody has yet actually witnessed him using it. Rumor has
it that the Surge Stream ties into other systems. All in
all, R.A.C. Shade is still unaware of his full capabilities.
-Color of Trenchcoat: a nice technicolor jobbie with smiley faces
plastered all over it.
-Background: A visitor to the system from somewhere else, this
changing Dude has marked problems keeping his life in
order, and simply has no luck where women are concerned.
Mostly, he just goes with the flow of the Surge Stream.
Shade also tends to think way too much for his own good.
-Other pertinent info: Pertinent? Nothing really is pertinent, it
all just is. Things happen, and is one thing
really more important than any other?
R A M A J S I N G H
--------------------
NTB persona: Ramaj Singh
powers/m. a.: a good thief, a decent shot, fairly knowlegable in the
ways of dispatching undead and monsters, Chock full of practical(?)
occult knowlege, a bit of prestidigitation, lies like a rug.
Colour of trenchcoat: varies, prefers tweeds.
Background: Has done a little professional thieving for various
governments, and a little monster chasing. He "retired" from
monster chasing when the organization he was a member of
was destroyed by attack from without and within. Carried on
the work part-time, mostly as a form of self defense. His
studies of monsters broadened and now he steals information
where he can get it from whoever isn't looking.
His mother was of the Brahmin class in India, but fell
for a certain British Spy named Clive Reston. (Master of Kung
Fu reference, He kept talking about how his (uncle?) was James
Bond and his great grandfather was Sherlock Holmes... Never
quite lived up to his lineage, save in the ladies man dept.
Though it was never documented in the comic, Clive can probably
keep a mean bee, too.) Clive was gone before Ramaj was born.
Though technically out caste, Ramaj was educated as a
Brahmin and sent to Oxford (it helps to be related to money)
on condition that he not acknowlege his parentage. Some oriental
sect captured and killed his mother sometime later. Ramaj is
sure that his father is indirectly responsible. The sect had
been known to be working for Fu Manchu... As Fu Manchu is
supposed to be dead, I guess he is not a dangler in Ramaj's
history...
He specifically started thieving for (fill in CIA
analogue) and worked for them for three or four years (long
enough to develop some powerful antipathies) until he was
assigned to infiltrate a monster stalking organization. Once
infiltrated he realized that there was a nameless force that
seem to be guiding the appearances of vampires and werewolves
et. al. that would be happy to smoke him if it found him. This
is about when the severe paranoia (nutured by the non-specific
governmental organization) soaked him through... He now sleeps
very lightly and will wake if his name is mentioned.. (your
mileage may vary depending on exhaustion and city miles. He
will cycle into deep sleep sometimes but for no more than 15
minutes at a time.) The organization was really poorly run but
had a great library. This was a esoterica finishing school for
Ramaj, who had a lot of the material transfered to microfiche
(for the easier pilfering). This is where he was cursed with
a wierdness magnet as part of becoming an operative. The org.
lost members so fast that Ramaj started recommending that his
enemies become members of the organization on some pretext or
other. He developed a group of people that he could trust
within the org and now he feeds them info to keep them alive
as well as himself. His sign (to them) is a bent backwards
paperclip. Of course he will also use them on occasion to
get a job done.
As he lost contact with the research organization that
was his previous associates only good feature, Ramaj found he
needed other sources of information about the movements of the
Dark. His own attempts were no replacement for a cadre of
researchers. His involvement with Trenchcoats started with some
info about the Eye of Abraham (see, trenchcoats didn't actually
have to enter into it, both characters assumed that the event
was weird enough that the other MUST be a trenchcoater, of
course this brings up echoes of the ending of the first Batman
movie and can be preconned). He utilized the Eye to find a
perfect hiding place, a house with a void floor attached to
the Room-Continuum and a source of endless plot complications.
Soon after moving into the house the Eye of Abraham was stolen
from him. Desperate to maintain himself in the flow of information
to which he had become accustomed, Ramaj befriended a young
recently fired executive...
When he smokes, he smokes a turkish blend so nasty that
HE prefers to do it out of doors. He drinks on occassion but
rarely to excess.
relevant info: Much prefers getting other people to do the dirty work,
but if you want a job done right...
S O M E I R I S H G U Y
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-Net.name/persona: Some Irish Guy.
-real.name/address: Andrew Farrell/afar...@maths.tcd.ie
-powers/mystical abilities/colour of trenchcoat:
Confusing comics store owners into ignoring me / Being Irish / Green
(Don't laugh!)
-"Origin" or background info: A life (so far) of watching U2, House Of Pain,
Bill O'Clinton, Ronald O'Reagan, Denis Leary and a million other ~Irish
people become monstrosly famous.
S T U B B Y J I M
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-net.name: Stubby Jim (based on Jim Stubb from Gene Wolfs Free Live Free)
-real.name: Oisin Murphy-Lawless, w...@maths.tcd.ie
-Powers? what powers? A complete and utter SMART person. The kinda bloke who
always does the useful thing. loadsa people he knows (not that they'll always
do him favours or anything). Badly short-sighted. Touchy about being ubder-tall
sorry that was under-tall. He's also broke most of the time.
-Background: Poor old Stubby. He's short of sight, short of hight and just
occaisonly short of temper. He doesn't often get even breaks, but he tries to
help others out. He's a bit taller since some strange novel he was in . His
trenchcoat is dirty blue. It has a few holes in it. Having had a disinctly
abverage time o'things in life, and unable to hold down a job, he decided to
use his intellect to be a private detective. Only he doesn't have the money
for a licence.
T H I N G F I S H
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Description: Vaguely human shaped, with a large potato head and duck bills
for lips. He wears a girls Catholic school dress with candy striped socks
and army boots. Smells like urine and has breath like raw chitlins.
Personality: T'Fish can be described with one word "tasteless".
He's the kind of guy that can and does discuss bodily functions with complete
strangers. He plays accordian in a speed metal band and appears in many WAY,
WAy off broadway plays. He has a tendency to burst into song at the slightest
provocation(usually an unsavory ditty).
Powers: Invulnerable to radiation, food poisoning, theater critics. His
unique head means he is difficult to sneak up on due to the fact that he
has eyes in the back of his head.
Can summon a back up band into existance whenevr he feels the urge to sing.
Trenchcoat: Original color unknown, now stained with ketchup, mashed potatos,
chitlins, and things so disgusting it's better not to discuss them.(of course
T'fish would tell if you ask him)
Origin: As an inmate at San Quentin state penintantry, he was a subject of an
experiment gone bad. Officials spiked his mashed potatos with a substance
called "Galoot Cullogna" in order to sterilize him and the rest of the inmate
population. Some prisoners died, those who did't became ugly, those who were
already ugly became mean and ugly, those who wre already mean and ugly mutated
into potato headed creatures that have a tendency to write bad broadway musica
ls.
D O C T O R T H I R T E E N
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-Net Name: Dr, well I will be when I get this bloody PhD, Thirteen.
-Real.Name/address: Steve Ward-Smith pcx...@unicorn.nott.ac.uk
-Powers: None
-Profession: Professional occult investigatior.
-Trenchcoat Colour: Brown
-Origin: A nasty accident with a pack of tarot cards!
Dr. 13 has recently acquired an interesting trenchcoat:
Net name - Toni The Trenchcoat.
Real name- Pcx...@unicorn.nott.ac.uk
Powers/Abilities: As a student of modern mythology and history, Toni knows
a lot and likes people to know this.
She doesn't know whether she has any occult powers, but likes to think she has.
Colour: Toni is brown, and was bought at Marks and Spencers.
Origin: Toni got lost in L space whilst researching her thesis and died.
Her ghost hung around and when 13 visited L-Space she jumped into his coat to
get a lift out. Unfortunately she got stuck. She hopes eventually to either get
a new body or get to the afterlife. At the moment she's happy annoying 13.
W I L L O U G H B Y W I T H N A I L
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-Net.name: Willoughby Withnail
-Real.name: en...@csv.warwick.ac.uk (Paul Hardy)
-Powers/abilities: Withnail possesses the innate ability to irritate
everyone on the planet with his less than wonderful personality. He can
drink at a prodigous rate, but becomes quickly annoyed and even more
unsociable without the aid of painkillers. Oh, and he has a general
knowledge and understanding of magic and weirdness, carrying all sorts of
bits and pieces of "equipment" (cf. "Holy Pop", "Mr. Bones") which do all
sorts of magical things (ie the writer can make it up as he goes along).
Withnail is extremely arrogant, and equally cowardly when faced with
physical violence.
-Colour of Trenchcoat: Brown
-Background/Origin: This character is based on Willoughby Kipling (who spent
a lot of time annoying the Doom Patrol), who was himself based upon Withnail,
a character in a British film called Withnail & I. He has the habit of turning
up at opportune moments, rather like John Constantine, and the general
character of the character from the film. Withnail (the NTB version) was,
once upon a time, a failed actor. Little else is known about his past, but
somewhere along the way, he gained a great deal of occult skills and knowledge
from templar groups left over from the middle ages. They were obviously as
irritated by him as everyone else, because they chucked him out, leaving him
a freelance investigator of weird and occult things, mainly because he
will never be able to play the Dane (Hamlet, for those of you who haven`t
seen the film). He tends to hang around university campuses a lot, partly
because the whisky`s cheaper, and partly because a lot of the weird things
in the world happen on campuses.
Y O - Y O T H E O W L
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-Real.name: Si Rowe /sir...@pop.cis.yale.edu/
-Net.Persona (Btw, did you know that the words "persona" and "person" come
from the Latin word for an actor's mask? Just goes to show that the old proverb
about the mask becoming the face is true...):
Yo-Yo (the Owl)
-o\
-powers/mystical abilities/colour of trenchcoat (Btw, the spelling is ;
absolutely appopriate here): |
no powers of my own, although I've seen more than the average owl; I was |
once sent to the far future, and ever since have had a rather loose |
conception of time (as evidenced by my sleeping hours). |
Due to my origin, I have an uncanny sense of balance, although I do |
still have my ups and downs... |
Mystical abilities include sleeping, walking the dog, trapeezing, going |
'round the world... 8>: (o)
Have you ever seen an owl wearing a trenchcoat?? Now *sitting* on a
trenchcoat, that's a different matter...
-origin:
created from a yo-yo by Dr. Occult (O. Culty?) to show young Tim Hunter
the power of magic... travelled in America, Faerie, and other strange
lands... gave my life selflessly at the end of time to protect my master
from Mr. E's murderous intentions... returned to my original form by Death
(which I suppose happens to everyone sooner or later)... recreated by Tim
in his first original act of magic.
other info:
Yo-Yo is the net.parliament.of.owls ambassador to the
net.trenchcoat.brigade; other members of the n.p.o.o. include Owl (of the
Hundred Acre Woods), Archimedes of Camelot, Glimfeather of Narnia, and
Doctor Whoo. (The n.p.o.o. ambassador to the LNH is, of course, Nite Owl.) 8>:
I am also a member of the Ancient Association of Magical Beasties and
Familiars, Local #42.
Z E N G U Y
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-I want to be the ZenGuy, patterned after Enigma, and I'll post really
wierd surreal things all the time...
GoatFish....
ZenGuy
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And these are the words of a supposedly literate student of
English Literature at the University of Warwick...
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Paul Hardy/en...@csv.warwick.ac.uk/Willoughby Withnail or Bacchus of the N.T.B.
Stephane Savoie
I'm at ....@dragon. etc, not @ace.
--kid anarky... gotta get lunch gotta get lunch