by Prey

It was always the music that came first and a strange darkness that followed behind him.

Sir Darkness Darkio III wasn't your every day average fellow. He wasn't actually a Sir either. Sir Darkness was his first name after his grandfather--anyway.

In a portrait he now lived and thrived and danced his nights away. Twirling his wings around until his uhh face turned bright red. It was his absolute favourite thing to do after he spent a century watching others dance and doing the same as they were just a century before.

He doesn't remember how it started but small creatures of the feline variety always took a liking to him, especially his feathers. Truth be told he wasn't able to dance at all without a shadow dashing towards him and sinking sharp little knives into him. Pouncing on him as he tried to court Lady Breathaway with his moves causing him to fall into her bosom. They were everywhere.

When the artist who painted his portrait thought it'd be cute to add one in since there was always one within reach of Sir Darkness he threw it and demanded another. Another which never came.

A portrait smudged and torn by years of fur and mishandling, now the mantelpiece of a desolate building full of the hissy hunters as his only company.

An invitation after a century of mews was something he dare not refuse. Perhaps there was a curio for his issue.

(I don't even know what I was doing with this. I'll probably finish/fix this tomorrow if it's not good enough since it's like 4am and if it isn't clear he collects cats ;))

A thick fog billows through the archway as a dark figure glides into view. Long flowy black hair, bones draped in pearls and piercing white eyes meet your glance as Elena makes her presence known. A cold feeling rolls down your spine, you feel uneasy in her presence. There's a strange beauty to her death like form as you watch her walk past with an invitation in hand.

by Cyroris

A collector of fine souls, trinkets of the past and precarious rare specimens of not-so-living things, to enrich her expansive collection is what enticed her to come. Will this auction of curiosities have something she doesn't already have? This idea alone excites her. Elena will find out in due time once things finally begin...

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A woman of mysterious origin, no one can recall having seen her face, for it is always covered by a black veil. Her voice is soft, almost otherworldly, almost as if it is not coming from her body at all, but spoken directly into a person's mind. She does not often speak, but others take note when she does, for she always has something important or cryptic or mysterious to say. She is invited to many gatherings, but only deigns to attend a few, always showing up when no one expects her and disappearing before anyone can see which way she left.

She has never given her name. Indeed, she may not even have one. The name others have given to her extends from her collection: anything with a red rose. Some find that their garden has been ransacked, red roses taken. None would dare accuse her, however, as those foolish enough in the past have always ended up missing...later found to have endured horrible demises. For a time, no one would plant red roses, only to find that their garden contained them anyways. So she came to be known simply as Rose, or Red Rose. A path of petals always in her wake.

So when an invitation came her way, wherever she happened to be, she found herself...curious. If she could even be that. Another collector as mysterious as herself? Perhaps she would have to attend this auction...

Outfit Not Found My name is Ursa Zinoman. I am the foremost expert and collector of all things Bunnicula in the ENTIRE WORLD. You heard me. That amazingly adorable vampire bunny creation of James Howe. I know everything there is to know about Bunnicula. Even the unknown. I own first edition signed copies of all 21 books. In MINT CONDITION. I have the 1982 animated TV special on VHS! I also have the entire Cartoon Network series autographed by every voice actor from the show. Now that was dedication. I have seen both stage adaptions 50 times. EACH. I have all of the songs memorized from the musical and I deeply love extolling their virtues on karaoke night. I am quite well know in professional karaoke circles for my exquisite taste in music. I collect every bit of merchandise, fan and official, that I can get my hands on. I have traveled all over the world looking for collectibles. I have everything from fluffy knitwear to Bunnicula themed rubber ducks. I love those little guys... I am also the proud owner of a thriving Etsy shop dedicated solely to my favorite vampire bunny. You will find no regretsy there!

So why was I invited here? Is it not obvious? Bunnicula rules yeah!

Outfit Not Found Adorra Grimsley A magician and collector of magical objects and books about magic. She already has a very large collection, some of which are very dangerous. Others merely amusing, like the hat she always wears, out of which a white rabbit appears with a pop At random times(or when there's a carrot nearby). Adorra is always on the lookout for any object that may have magical properties, especially if it could be dangerous(those she locks away, or finds a way to destroy)

Outfit Not Found Worthy Brooks

Conservator and restorer of rare books, manuscripts, palimsests, scrolls, and the like. They are rumoured to deal in and collect arcane works as well, but if you ask about that all you get is a cold stare.

by Reaper

She's called Silenda, though nobody knows if that's her name or not. It's what she's made of though. Secrets, all held within and around her. She collects them, though how remains as much a mystery as who she really is. Some say secrets aren't the only thing she collects, there's whispers that she's got a darker collection, words leading to goose pebbled arms as they barely breathe out that her real collection is souls. Icy fingertips of dread running down their spines when her head twists to look at them from across the room, as if she can hear their hushed murmurs - a smirk spreading across her lips and leaving the gossips wondering if they're about to be relieved of their own secrets and souls.

Perhaps, perhaps not. She doesn't speak, so they do not know.

(please excuse any mistake, english is not my first language ;v; )

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Deneb is all smiles and calculated humility. One would think it would be hard to fade into the background with wings like hers, but she's lived a long life making sure she's known to the right people and obscure to everyone else. The shimmering emerald charm she dangles from her paw might have something to do with that - it catches the eye in strange ways and slowly, you start to answer all her questions. She just has a friendly face, like she's someone you can talk to, you know? Shame there's nothing distinct about her ...

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A sorceress from a far off land who thrives on collecting all things golden and shiny. Some say her opulent attire is used to hide the fact that she's no longer mortal underneath. Is this woman merely just a mage or perhaps something more sinister hiding in the guise of one? And why do the golden jewels which decorate her seem to draw you in with an otherworldly melody?

by HADES

Oriana approaches. Not much is known about this strange character. You can hear whispers of her mysterious knowledge of the past, present, and future. Eyes that shift colors, that see nothing...yet they see everything... She collects memories and carries her favorites in a pouch that is hidden in one of her sleeves. She accepts them as payment from those that come to her with dilemmas or seeking information in dire situations desperate for resolve. They say someone tried to steal it one time and their entire being, an entire string of memories... can be found in that pouch. Rumors from people who have since passed on.

She is timeless and does not appear to age. I have no doubt your grandparents remember her. Just as she appears tonight.

Outfit Not Found People always said he was blessed. He has long since stopped correcting them so he doesn't have to stare at their hollowed eyesockets and deteriorating bodies any longer than he has to. Each seer you see, has their specialty. His is decay.

Centuries ago his kind was feared. They would imprison them and use enchanted restraints to force them to just see the now. Sometimes he wishes that he lived in that time so he could exist without the smell of rot in his nose but all he can do now is to hunt down the remaints of that civilisation. Occasionally he finds a trinket or curio that can abate the terrible visions for a while. They always fizzle out.

He recieved the letter last week. The white card stock yellowed, only to him. Now he stares at a crumbled facade that once was pristine. That "once" is now, but he doesn't see. No need to waste any of his precious magic items on this. He approaches the door, one side hanging off its hinges the other on the floor, and presents his invitation to the water bloated body manning the door. The body nods its head and steps inside ahead of him. "Presenting, The Seer". Perhaps he will find more than alcohol to dull his vision tonight.

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Please allow me to introduce myself - I am Imelda Blanc Noir, collector of antique shoes. From the most elegant to the very odd, my collection spans centuries. I am forever in search of different types and styles, but I am only interested in the black and the white chaussures. Truth be told I am a bit obsessed with black and white. Whether my obsession inspired my name or vise versa, I will leave that to your imagination. A little mystery is nice for a lady of my years.

Did you know that shoe sizes have gotten quite a bit larger over the past hundred or so years? Did you realize that men wore heels before women? There is so much to know about shoes, and I learn something new with every addition to my precious collection. I am dancing on air in anticipation of the auction for which I have just received an invitation. While I am very particular about my purchases, no bid is too high for the right specimen!

Lottieby Nebet

At first glance, the figure before you appears benign and possibly innocent. Glancing closer, however, you notice a sinister aspect to the girl, her stare piercing through you.

She goes by the name Lottie, though if that is her real name no one can truly say. People are unsure of her true age, or if she is even alive or an apparition.

Lottie is very fond of poisons of all types. It is rumored that one prick of her scythe can kill a victim within minutes, as venom courses through the blade, vitalized by the rare poisonous white roses that line it.

She is honored to receive an invitation to this auction, and is hoping that she might acquire some more rare toxic delights to add to her deadly collection.

Outfit Not Found Dark hair, pale skin, smaller than average. He always wear gloves and mask or veil covering his eyes. Leaving his home after sunset - some people said he had photophobia. He loves collecting specific items, especially these made of glass or pure transparent crystals - his collections of lanterns, glasses, mirrors and crystal chandeliers are huge (he was seen many times with one of his favourite lantern - probably, because big mirrors and chandeliers are hard to carried with). He loves to talk about the collections: ''Mirrors can remember, what they reflected... glasses can make you see the reality different'', but these kind of talking sounds little bit odd. Recently he found the wonderful imposant magnificent huge crystal chandelier, but the owner didn't want to sell it and no one wanted to transport this wonderful imposant magnificent huge crystal chandelier. This had only one solution. He bought the whole mansion and moved in. He pays generously for items of his interests - that's why he got the invitation. Or was the letter for the previous owner of this mansion? The owner talked about famous opulent gatherings and about well know collectors, who were always visiting these types of events. This is an amazing opportunity. There can be some interesting people, who will share his interested. Will there also be some rare piece for his collections? Who knows, maybe someone will sell a chess chandelier.

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Her name is Potentia Pulse, the long-forgotten matriarch of a sprawling family. She is ancient, and most of her descendants have forgotten her. That's all right, though. They were seeds in her once, or seeds in her descendants, and that counted as part of her collection. Because that's what she collects, seeds and spores and all kinds of plant-ish beginnings. Viable acorns and carefully preserved beans and sacks of rattling seed pods, or maybe just one or two of a particular species otherwise long gone from the world, or even cuttings grown in carefully tended mulch if there's no other way.

She is here because while outwardly she has accepted that most living things, including her children, should grow and die, she has started to wonder if they HAVE to. If there are ways to turn back the clock, or methods that don't bleed the potential out of them the longer they exist so that for all its longevity all that's left is the husk. Seeds she knows how to keep, but preserving the potential of animals is beyond her ken. For this event she has grown out some of her collection into flowers and vines, to make an impression, and has ripened into mushrooms some of the spore clouds that would otherwise float, waiting, in bespelled chambers in her home. And, of course, to seem like a dangerous being that none would mess with, she wears black lace and tiny skulls fished out of her mulch. Definitely just a front, nothing to reflect a growing fascination with refining undeath as a possible solution at all...

by Star

Meet Alice Victoria, the 18th captain of a formidable military in the neighboring empire. She came from a middle-ranked noble family and had worked her way from a sergeant of the army to captain in five years. She did not have a great upbringing as her family is disgraced from society because they were thought to be assassins who had murdered a high-ranking noble. To escape her family troubles and to prove her family's innocence, she trained with her best friend in secret in the art of combat and militaristic strategy.

Her interest lies in fine art, furniture, especially whatever fits the opulent image she is trying to build for her family, and books by prolific writers. Leading one of the strongest militaries in the world pays quite well, and she definitely has earned it. She was going to redeem her family, this time, with justice and hard work. To be invited to such an event where she can find new treasures was an honor to this captain.

by VexVerlain

What is she doing here, this woman with the scandalous family? There is nothing remarkable about her! You've seen her face in the papers and in photos snapped by the paparazzi. It's a plain face, a forgettable face; she tries to make up for it with makeup and wigs and lavish clothes.

Surely she's been invited only for her fortune! You've never heard of Countess Orcot collecting anything.

She turns slightly, and you stifle a gasp. There is a fairy at her feet, drained of color, drained of life. Fairies are fighters and nothing to trifle with.

How interesting.

A golden brooch stands out on the Countess's cloak, clashing with her silver adornments. At closer inspection, you see the brooch is a cage. For a moment, you think you see something moving within it, but surely it's only a trick of the light.

by Ispahan Madam? Sir? Liege. Its voice seems to come from everywhere at once although soft and matter-of-fact, not frightening. Its exact shape is difficult to make out covered under a hood and large robes with shadows shifting underfoot as it seems to glide across the room. This is in stark contrast with its almost sickly pale skin but coupled inexplicably with ruddy cheeks, unclear if somehow natural or just applied makeup. When it stops, it closes its eyes and begins to whisper inaudibly as if in prayer. Is it collecting holy relics? Or unholy ones? It only smiles politely and mysteriously when asked more probing questions it does not want to answer.

(Meant to be kind of related to the chess bishop! So many cool HAs/characters here)