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Characters: Braeden Wolf

For this first look at the characters of The City it is best to let Braeden Wolf describe himself in his own words.

Who am I?

I could give a long psychobabble answer asking who any of us are, but I inevitably return to the same answer; I am a collection of bad habits marinated in whiskey.

The man I call Squire is both more and less generous in his description.

He says I am an unrepentant womaniser, an abuser of alcohol and combat drugs, and of my body, that I consort with the wrong types, dabble in hexes, am cynical and sarcastic and a remorseless killer.

And those are my good points.

Yet for that he is not completely wrong.

What can I say, I like the ladies and the ladies like me. There is no crime in that. Not just human ladies, but vamps and sirens and even the aos sí. I don’t dabble with succubi; there are some lines I won’t cross, and succubi are a sure trip to the black. It is a dangerous life I live and I try to live it to the full while I can, whether that be wine, woman or song.

I think of myself as a realist, not a cynic, but there are days the line blurs. I’m not exactly alone in this regards; you’d never be an idealist, not in this city, with its crime and corruption and all the darkness it contains.

As for being a remorseless killer, I only kill those that deserve it. There are many monsters in this city, and some of them are even human. Few others worry about what happens to the teeming masses; I’m not saying I care, but someone needs to do something; my reasons for doing so are my own. I don’t hunt down all monsters; some, like the trolls, are just trying to live their lives like anyone else.

My background?

That is a long and unnecessary story.

Needless to say I was born in The City, I’ve lived my life in The City and I will die in the City.

I am an Incanter, though there are others more powerful and with greater finesse, or both, than me. My advantage is that I am willing to fight dirty, a street brawler, willing to use hexes, guns, knives, feet, hands, teeth, elbows and anything else that comes to hand. Most who use magic incantations tend to think of themselves are more refined, and that gives me an edge.

That, and the bioengineered and cybernetic augments I have. Tin eyes, tin ears, wired reflexes, muscle grafts, synthweave to bind the bones and skin, the usual suspects.

There is one gift I have that is unique; many Incanters have gifts, difficult to near impossible to replicate. Mine is the ability to know, on sight, what anyone is, whether human, troll, vamp, demon, aos sí, zombie or any other, disguised or not, even if I have not met their kind before. Knowledge is power, and that knowledge has saved my life on more than one occasion.

That is me in a nutshell, one of those mad disreputable types out walking the mean streets, hard and dangerous.

Be sure to say hello.


Characters: The City

The City, my home. What can I say about it?

Firstly, I hear you ask, why do I call it The City? Surely it has a name. Yes it does but it is referred to by everyone as simply The City. It is said that to invoke the true name of The City is to invite disaster, much as actors refer to it as The Scottish Play rather than its name. I can’t verify the veracity of the claim but it is best to ere on the side of caution. Now, I don’t know how anyone could go about hexing a name so that trouble comes to those who invoke it, but I am no expert on the research of new incantations. I simply use the ones I come across. If someone could do that then they are powerful indeed.

All cities have personality, they have a character unique to it. There are some that say that The City is alive, and more so, it has an awareness, a sentience. I would go so far as that, but there is a malignancy about The City. It feeds on its own citizens much like a vampire, drawing more into its web and once it has your tendril around you it is jealous in its possession, never letting you leave.

The City itself looks much like any other city when view from a distance, a gleaming metropolis of lights and glass. Except the view is rather different when you get close. I find the brighter the light, the darker the shadows, and it is very dark in The City.

The City is made up of a number of unique districts, suburban communities and zones. For the moment here is a brief run down on them.

Inner City; The corporate, commercial and political hub of the city, down on the waterfront where the river meets the bay. It may look clean and modern, but there is a dark heart to it.

The Park; On the western side of the Inner City is The Park, which also incorporates the old City Cemetery. After night both are places to avoid.

Docklands; South of the river, this encompasses the port, industrial and warehouse district. Many of them are old and abandoned.

The Northern Suburbs; If you can afford it, this is the safest place to live. If you can’t, you aren’t welcome. The Northern Beaches are home to the rich, powerful and paranoid.

The West; The neglected, cluttered western suburbs, with their burnt out homes, street crime and abandoned shops, is a place to be avoided, but also home for the majority of those that live in The City.

Southbrook; Southbrook makes The West look a pleasant place to live. A lawless slum, it is home to the homeless, the dispossessed and those seeking to disappear. No one cares what happens in Southbrook.


The Characters of The City

Who lives in the world of The City?

They are many and varied and as time permits I shall document many of them.

A start has been made on the Characters page with a few of the ones who shall make an appearance early on. And yes, The City is a character in its own right. I shall talk more of it another time. Let us just say its character touches us all.