Solomon's Angel

Solomon Brown

Solomon Brown, man about town, gambler, magician and friend to the stars. Solomon Brown is tall and trim; dark of visage and bright of eye, he has a blue-black, pointy beard and a jaunty scar on his noble cheek. Solomon Brown is a rapier of a man, fast as steel and a little bit flash.

John Alan Robertson

John Alan Robertson, a fractured soul, petty criminal, deranged psychopath and appointed agent of Solomon Brown's imminent demise. John Alan Robertson has bleached blond hair, a muscular frame and a serpent tattooed on his short thick neck. He views the world through wild red eyes that never stay still or look at the same thing at once. You would not want to get in the way of a man like John Alan Robertson.

Ebony Wild

Ebony Wild, never quite what she seems, playwright, sorceress and haunter of dreams. Ebony Wild is pale and slim, with long, fair hair, mysterious, oriental eyes and a delicate figure. She has a fragile air that you really should not believe. Ebony Wild, golden eyed seductress, luminary of The Mystic Lodge, engineer and artist, can down a pint in less than three seconds, swim a small sea or trap a heart with one sad smile. She can be joyful as the wind, playful as a cat or stern as a judge passing sentence.

Aysha Nandi

Aysha Nandi, barely more than a child, illegal immigrant, fugitive and eye of the magical storm that is just about to break. Aysha Nandi is as black as the sun could make her. Her face is fine and her eyes, when she is awake, convey an implacable serenity, placid and alluring as a bottomless sea. She is tall, like all the people of her village, but moves with the implicit deference of one who has learned early in life that not to be noticed is the best way to survive. Aysha Nandi does not know her own age.

Pavel Kohller

Pavel Kohller, man on the make, inventor, half-mad scientist and friend to the stars. Pavel Kohller is short and fat. Sallow of skin and wrinkled of brow, his chins are unshaven, his mouth is a frown and his fingers are stained with the nicotine of too many fags. His hair is sparse, his teeth are grey and his head is bathed in a permanent sweat. Pavel Kohller is a clever man wondering if his clever plan has just gone horribly wrong.

Salome Brown

Salome Brown, deeply shallow, actress, unfaithful wife, femme fatale and compulsive shopper. Salome Brown is built largely of plastic. Her tummy has been tucked, her nose has been nipped and her lips have been sliced off a part of her body best not mentioned in polite company. Dark of hair and blue of eye, her cheeks are like the last blush of sunset and her mind is like an accountant's calculator. Salome Brown can sum up a man's net worth at first sight.

Sir Connor Lord

Sir Connor Lord, who generally gets what he wants, media baron, pillar of the establishment, former polo player and committed Christian. Sir Connor Lord is fatter than he once was but still maturing well. His hair is a tightly disciplined, dignified grey. His eyes are steady and penetrating and colder than brown eyes should be. His suits are of good quality but not overly expensive, and are carefully chosen to help project the image of a successful man with an inbuilt sense of good taste. Sir Connor Lord is not a man to make an enemy of.

Corinth

Corinth, this is more than a name, dragon, imaginary construct and slayer of nighthounds. Corinth was created from pure probability. Ageless and fearless the dragon has one purpose, one reason to be. To be Corinth is to protect the Youngest.

Dillon More

Dillon More; an unlikely hero, small scale entrepreneur, dreamer of dreams, fixer of broken computers and, though he does not know it yet, appointed guide and guardian to the Youngest member of The Mystic Lodge. Dillon More, in his late twenties, is weather beaten of appearance. Short and stocky, his chest is broad, his voice is deep and his eyes seem far away. His hair is closely shaved except for a brown stripe down the middle. Dillon More can usually find a way of making some money out of the situation.

Murata Mia

Murata Mia; bright and caring, party goer, descendent of warriors, skier and traveller. Murata Mia is sweet and kind and hot as a rocket. Full of fizz, she is without a bad intention and guaranteed to cause havoc in the life of anyone daring enough to fall for her. Needless to say, there have been a few. Murata Mia is tall for a Japanese girl owing to her Swedish mother. She is not exceptionally pretty but makes up for that by sheer force.

Jackson Phillip Green

Jackson Phillip Green, never too stressed, D.J., toker, resting actor and current boyfriend of the Mistress of The Mystic Lodge, although he is unaware of this last bit. Jackson Phillip Green is tanned and toned. Six feet tall, he has lovingly maintained dreadlocks that hang down to his arse and a smile that turns women's knickers into paddling pools. Jackson Phillip Green has less of a lust for life, more of a lust for lust.

Andrew Kray

Andrew Kray, no relation, businessman, purveyor of tat, harassed husband and acquaintance of Dillon More. Andrew Kray is grubby and grey, wrinkled of countenance, sparse of hair and beblubbered of figure, he looks older than his fifty-two years. Unctuous and anxious he has an eye for the main chance and his fingers in many pies, none of which would you care to eat once you have established this fact. Andrew Kray is not a nice man, but be nice to him, he is slated for a horrible death.

Nurael

Nurael, reluctant summonee, Angel, messenger of God, part time eagle and figure skating enthusiast. Nurael is tall and slim, possessed of other worldly grace and ethereal beauty. His hair shines like the light in the centre of your eyes, his eyes are made of bluest sky and his wings are so white they could be used in a detergent ad. Nurael can glide like a cloud or fly like a beam of light. You would not want to earn the enmity of someone as powerful as Nurael.

The White Lady

The White Lady, merciless as a winter night, Toltec Death Goddess, dethroned deity and insatiable hunter of souls to be consumed. Regal she stands, terrifying, toxic and every inch the queen of an alien netherworld. She is beautiful with the untouchable beauty of a poisonous jungle flower. Her skin is white and fine and virginal as porcelain, shinning black eyes and blood red lips are the only variations. Her expression is blank and doll like, carefully composed, oddly serene. All hint of her desperate hunger is sternly repressed in the manner of a shopping channel presenter, without the nailed on smile. Her long hair, cascading from beneath her ceremonial scarlet cap, is the iridescent colour of a raven's wings.

Lillith

Lillith; Stage right, flame haired denizen of the pit, Demoness, first wife of Adam, tempter of the flesh and unofficial lover of Ariel. Lillith's hair burns with the ferocity that can only be achieved by damnation or napalm conditioner; understandably, she is quick of temper. Her lips pout, her eyes flash and she moves with the strained control of a hunting shark. Lillith has skin that has been bronzed in the flames for millennia and the ambition to better her lot.

Emael

Emael, most compassionate of Angels, sister of Lillith, gossamer winged muse, philosopher and former lover of Solomon Brown. Dark of hair and golden brown of complexion, her features are strong, her form is petite and her heart is true. She surrounded by a gentle stillness that persuades almost everyone, even her Demonic sister, to love her and is possessed of a wistful, faraway look in her tear shaped eyes. Emael is the cool summer breeze, easy to overlook but always welcome.

Bagat

Bagat, A minor imp, pallid assassin, sadist, voyeur and Satan's lackey. Green of fang and grey of complexion, Bagat is as skinny as an anorexic schoolgirl. His skin is dry and cracked, his sores are many and deep and his veins stand out like a colourful and complicated Tube map. No spite is too small, no hurt is too petty for Bagat to inflict.

Boyan

Boyan, bodiless spirit, grandson of Vala, familiar of Ebony Wild, former magician and tonight's guide. Pale and thin, Boyan is an unstable, translucent approximation of a human form with barely enough substance to sustain himself. Small and ill formed, dim and sickly, he flickers like a candle in a draft. In life, Boyan achieved the distinction of being the only person ever to be ejected from membership of The Mystic Lodge.

Copernicus Stern

Copernicus Stern, narrator of these events, hypnotist, poet and Chairman of the Coordinating Committee of the Scientific Order. Copernicus Stern is reserved and grave, assured of manner and steady of gaze he has a large patrician nose and a curious smile on his eloquent lips. Copernicus Stern is a jewel of a man, cold as crystal but always in demand.