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September, 2015: Undisclosed Location, France

Now then, ma’am, you wanted to know about what’s been going down in New York. Hell, what’s not been going on?

Oh yeah; Cuba Libre on the rocks.

But yes, I don’t know where these powers-that-be get their funds, but I’m assuming they’re running low. Damn fools have us out working regular jobs, the putos. You’d think you’d be able to run some sort of outfit properly, but what did I expect. I swear I’m just part of a goddamn travelling circus somedays….but oh well, Nattie’s still pretty happy there, and if he’s happy, I’m happy.
Thanks, mijo. Tell your cousin I’ll be down to join him around five.

Fortunately, I was able to find something at least a bit enjoyable. I might not look it, but I’ve got a bit of a singing voice. I got a gig singing at some sort of nightclub by the name of Gatsby’s. It’s this place they’ve tried to make look like some sort of speakeasy. I’ll tell you, they did an okay job, but it’s not quite there. For one, nobody smokes. Air’s so damn clean you could eat off it. That’s ‘cause the government over there’s a pain in the ass. I can’t light up a damn cigar anywhere around that fucking city. Yeah; I know, right?

Now I know what you’re gonna say, mija, but it’s my life and my body. I’ll do whatever the hell I please with it. Yes, I know what happened to your husband, but I’m fine. God, you and your probing questions. Heh; but I guess that’s why we’re spies, right? Just part of the trade.

Anyway, I usually sing a couple sets a night, usually old stuff from back in the day. It’s not bad, I just stand up there a bit, maybe make eyes at some of the richer-looking guys up front, gets me some extra tips sometimes. Heh; nah, Nattie don’t mind a bit. Hell, he even came the first night and let me tell you, he loved the hell out of my act.

Yeah; he did. It was funny though…I felt sorta bad about it…

No, well…you see…damn you probably don’t want to hear about this shit…it goes way the hell back.

Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you…I sort of saved a life with my singing. You remember last time at one of your little therapy sessions, I told you about wandering my way way the hell up north after the rancho was taken out, ‘bout 1910 or so?

Yeah; well, eventually…I made it up to San Diego in the Gaslamp Quarter.

Yeah; I’m fine…just got some shit in my eyes…but yeah; I was alone, I was young, and I was pretty. Long story short, I became a damn whore. It was terrible, most humiliating thing I ever had to do…night after night of disgusting men having their way with me for chump change. It was in this dingy old brothel on a dank street. There was an old piano there..a guy who played it…old ragtime stuff, you know? Scott Joplin?

Dammit, I’m fine, mija. Gotta finish it, you know. Well, fine, I’ll lie down at least, if only to complete the picture, Miss Freud. Well shit; guess that’s what happens when you try to chug it…heh, well, I’ll have to send this dress to the cleaner’s. Just…give me a moment…okay?
Anyway, you don’t do that sort of shit too long before you get yourself pregnant. Yeah…no, I haven’t told Nattie. Are you kidding? Why would I want to? …but you don’t understand…I barely…he’d be disgusted with what I did…but…but anyway…

I ended up feeling and showing it before long…think it was 1912 or so..Yeah; that’s what the case would be. You get knocked up? Here’s the guy with the coat hanger; have at it. Well, I wasn’t gonna just loose him. Fuck that. So I remembered singing as a girl…these pretty old Mexican songs in Spanish…sang a few for the madam and she loved my voice…

Yeah; I ended up singing for my whole pregnancy. All sorts of stuff, old Spanish songs from when I lived at the rancho, stuff I leaned from the piano-guy’s song sheets. I actually got pretty damn good. But anyway, I had him. He ended up being a boy…didn’t name ‘im…

Couldn’t keep him, you know? A brothel’s no place to raise a little boy…I’d seen a nice couple around town when I’d go scrounging around downtown on my days off. They were the Robinsons. From what I gathered, they weren’t able to have any of their own and they lived in Coronado, way the hell across the bay. I saved up my pay for a few weeks and took the ferry over there. I found out their address and…and…I…I left him on their doorstep…

Dammit! This was over a hundred years ago…why the hell am I still guilty?! Fuck it all…dammit…shit…who even knows where he is now? Sorry, mija…it’s just…damn…it still hurts like hell…but…anyway…

Anyway…singing in that club reminded me of being back there…the little guy sloshing around in there as I was singing…it was sota…bittersweet in a way…I knew I’d have to give him up but…I felt a certain satisfaction knowing he would be safe once he was out…I’m sorry…don’t know what’s come over me…

      Thank you…glad you feel that way…don’t know if I ever will tell him, but you’re probably right. I know it’s silly, but I still am afraid of how he’d react…yeah…I do…But yeah; that’s what the Reapers have been up to.

It’s alright…no, I’ll finish my report. Talking to you helped though, it really did. Thank you…But yeah; that’s about the size of it. They’re broke and disorganized as always. Hell, you’d think this damn psychopomp could get off his ass and maybe conjure some cold, hard cash or something. Yeah; I know that’s not how it works, but it would be a good idea. Hell, if I had me one of those, I’d never have had to take up bootlegging in the ‘20s.

Anyhow, Nattie’s probably wandering somewhere on the grounds, looking adorably lost and lonely…yeah; I know I’m still sniffling, but he needs me. Thanks again and I’ll be back in another month perhaps, or at least when it makes sense to slip away for a little while. Bye mija, tell the husband I expect another Charleston when that one-armed showboat magician gets hitched.
The Report: A Monologue
Esperanza recounts her recent night job as a singer in a '20s-themed club in New York City, which spirals out-of-control as such a thing stirs up memories she'd rather forget.

Music, to get into the mood: Graceful Ghost Rag:…
An Empty Bliss Beyond this World: (seriously, this album is the audio equivalent of Esperanza's soul)…
Esperanza Eldridge by JediHobbit89
Esperanza Eldridge
(Apologies for the shitty-ass scan. I assure you she looks far less jaundiced in person. Also, I used… as a reference.)

Name: Esperanza Eldridge

Nickname: 'Speranza (bestowed by Nathaniel), Precious Sinnamon Roll, Booze Mom
Age: 128
Gender: Female
Birthday: May 7, 1887
Zodiac: Taurus
Height: 5'9”
Weight: 125 lbs.

Race: Necromancer
Rank: Recruit
Unit: Scouts 
Weapon: An old Mauser C96 pistol she acquired in France c. 1917 along with a knife she usually has strapped to her thigh in case of emergency.

Appearance: She is thin with a pale complexion and long, black, carefully-brushed and maintained hair to hide her hideously disfigured ears. She usually wears red lipstick with meticulously-maintained makeup and eyebrows. She's always been stunningly beautiful, a fact her extreme age has not dulled. Due to he Necromancer longevity, she only appears to be in her forties, despite being 128 years old.

Personality: She is fiercely independent with a smoldering contempt for any kind of authority. She also carries around the weight of her ordeals throughout the years without sufficiently addressing them, so there is a lot of pent-up frustration and rage which will usually come out when she's fighting. She can be highly unstable at times, both directionless and lost. She also self-medicates this with copious amounts of alcohol and tobacco and is generally inclined towards excess and hedonism. These negative traits are balanced out nicely by her kindly, meek husband, Nathaniel, who has, during their 95-year marriage, been the sole constant and a very good influence on her, often tempering her fiery, brash personality.

Esperanza Eldridge is also not one to mince words and is quite blunt and brutally honest, often confronting those she has a problem with directly, even if the situation wouldn't be the best for that sort of thing. She's also been quite sociable and enjoys gatherings and parties, as well as conversation with interesting people. The catch is, she's only really friendly to people she likes.

Strangely enough, she also has a ferocious maternal instinct, often taking younger people under her wing, especially if they've suffered trails and tribulations that were similar to her own. She'll defend her adopted children to the death and will drop anything and everything to help them if they are in need or she sees that they are in distress. In the Reapers, her "children" include Nyreen, Carlos, Nyx, and Verne.

+Her beloved husband Nathaniel
+Booze of any kind (has a flask strapped to her thigh for emergencies)
+Parties and gatherings 
+Music (especially classical, ragtime, and jazz)
+Cigars (she took them up in the 1910s, when it was still considered improper for a woman to smoke).
+Thrills and novelty.

-Her life being interfered with
-loud, boorish people
-Her poise being broken
-moralists of any era
-Authority that lords it over underlings (from experiences with World War I, Prohibition, a brief stint in prostitution from 1913-15.)
-Being told how to feel about something

Theme: Solace by Scott Joplin:…
Battle Theme: Charleston:…

Bio/History: Esperanza was born to a wealthy ranching family from Baja California in 1887. Her childhood was a relatively happy and tranquil one, with much of her time spent being groomed by her mother to be a good, proper lady and excellent future wife. This peaceful existence would be ended in a swirling storm of politics and the clash between various supernaturals in Mexico. In 1910, the 23-year-old Esperanza was engaged to Arturo Rosas, the heir of a powerful bloodwritten clan in the vicinity of Mexico City. The Rosas were among the most powerful supernaturals in Mexico, with ancestry which could be traced to the Roman Empire on one side, and the Aztec priestly class on the other and this marriage would greatly benefit her family.

This was not to be however. A rival bloodwritten clan who sought to usurp the Rosas for domination of the region had thrown in their lot with the revolution sweeping the country. These bloodwritten, seeking to break the influence of the Rosas in Baja California, sacked her family's rancho under the pretense of looting the wealthy on behalf of the Revolution. Her entire family was slaughtered and she barely escaped with her life. She was terribly disfigured at the hands of the rebels, her ears terribly mutilated and her hair shaven. Worse, however, was the terrible torment exacted upon her by a human mage in their raiding party. Her Necromancer powers were forcibly stripped away, rendering her nearly powerless and unable to defend herself. They would certainly have done more had her brother Juan not stepped in and sacrificed himself in order for her to escape.

She made her way north into the United States where she lived on the streets of San Diego for a time, trying to come to terms with her sudden destitute and powerless state. She had virtually nothing except the clothes on her back. She had to resort to selling herself into prostitution, working at a brothel in the Gaslamp Quarter. This kept her fed and allowed her to make some money, but it was humiliating and exhausting work. During this period, she found her twin loves and vices of drinking (which she did for forget her awful circumstances and the fresh wounds both physical and mental from the attack) and smoking cigars. 

By 1915, however, she was able to amass enough money to leave the brothel, buying a small, ratty apartment in a cheap part of the city. She was then able to draw together plans to regain her powers and get herself back on her feet. While she was poking around, looking for some sort of work, she ran into one Nathaniel “Nattie” Eldridge, the son of a well-to-do San Francisco family who had come down to San Diego to study to be a schoolteacher at the State University. To this day, she doesn't know why, but she thought this unassuming, bookish, timid, and somewhat pretentious young man was the key to helping her get back her powers. 

To make a long story short, they eventually succeeded through a series of crazy adventures throughout Southern California, Arizona, and Mexico. All the while, the two became very close companions and soon Nathaniel was head-over-heels in love with her. Esperanza was slightly slower to catch on, though she did enjoy flirting and messing with the high-strung student. Eventually, she realized just how much she was enjoying this and why, and she soon felt much the same. 

This bond was strengthened by the onset of their entanglement with the United States government. When they were able to resurrect Esperanza's powers, they were mixed up with General Pershing's ill-fated 1916 expedition into Mexico to capture the infamous Pancho Villa. When they were picked up by Army Intelligence, Esperanza was the first Necromancer of her kind to be officially documented. The bureaucrats, of course, wanted to study her and research potential military applications for her powers. She was conscripted into World War I as a spy for the Allies with Nattie in tow. While she was spying for the Allies, she came in contact with Earl Wyatt Faulkwine of His Majesty's Royal Occult Corps. The two became fast friends over the course of the war and she served honorably as a spy in the German Ranks. Nathaniel, in the meatime, was thrown headfirst into the hell of the trenches, serving with the US Army Expeditionary Force throughout the war.

The two were reunited at war's end and they spent some time abroad in Europe, first in France, then in England at the request of Earl Faulkwine. Their relationship was all the stronger for the separation, and upon their return to the States in 1920, they were married. They moved back to San Diego and they settled into a nice house in the city and Nathaniel tried to get break into the publishing and movie industries simultaneously, though neither would bear fruit. Esperanza, however, was able to augment Nattie's sizable inheritance.

She was terribly frustrated with Prohibition interfering with her drinking habits and would not take the Federal Government's “no” for an answer. As far as she was concerned, they had put her husband and she through hell over the past few years and they owed them. She went into the bootlegging business, dragging the hapless Nattie into a world of danger and intrigue along with her. She loved the work: the thrill of smuggling, outrunning the police, conducting shady deals in speakeasies, Nathaniel not so much, but he stuck by his wife anyway. She was quite good at this high-stakes game, and was soon one of the most successful bootleggers on the West Coast, to the point she was noticed by New York Gangster Mayer Wolfshiem and his mysterious business partner Jay Gatsby. She and Nathaniel even attended one of his famous parties on Long Island in the summer of 1922.

After Prohibition was repealed, the couple settled down, retiring on their massive fortune acquired through the smuggling of contraband liquor. Nathaniel continued to toy around with his dreams of Hollywood and literary fame, though none of his efforts got very far. He did write a fictionalized account of his adventures with Esperanza, however, that did get published as a serial in the fantasy and horror magazine Weird Tales. The two were happily married for decades, traveling the world together and having a wonderful time. They moved to Palm Springs in the '50s, living there in the winter and spending their summers in a cottage on Catalina Island. 

This idyllic life was briefly interrupted during the Second World War where Esperanza came out of retirement to spy for Wyatt Faulkwine and His Majesty's Royal Occult Corps. in Nazi-occupied France. She had many adventures during this time, including helping a bloodwritten/shade by the name of Rene Christien (a good friend of Wyatt's) escape the German bloodwritten Hermann Gerhard, an SS Colonel with designs to overthrow the Third Reich and convert it into a bloodwritten-controlled superpower known as  das Reich der Blut, or the Empire of Blood. She helped in taking down this menace during the war, though he ultimately escaped to Brazil with his entire clan to enact his plans in secret after the war.

In 1972, Nathaniel died at the ripe old age of 83. This nearly broke Esperanza, who sunk into a terrible depression and was contemplating suicide. She was able to work through it, however, when she discovered an old tome of Necromancer magic from the Middle Ages, penned by Dr. Johann Faustus which described a technique in which a soul could be placed back into a body, reanimating and regenerating it. At great personal risk, Esperanza performed the ritual, bringing her beloved Nattie back to life as a creature known as a Shade. From there, they resumed their blissful married life, which continued for four more decades until the year 2015, the 100th anniversary of their meeting. 

It was then that Esperanza was contacted by the mysterious Ares, looking to bolster his ranks in the wake of the Eris incident. He told her that her skill set was just what he was looking for and that the work would be dangerous though rewarding and the pay was good. Eager to get back out into the world and chase some thrills, Esperanza gladly accepted on the condition she could bring her husband with her. Ares agreed and the couple left for Tahiti to rendezvous with her new employers. 

Items: In addition to her weapons, she also keeps a flask on her person at all times, usually tucked into her right stocking opposite her knife. She usually fills it with rum-and-Coke. Before they left California, she had it engraved with the Reapers insignia.

Other: She holds a pilots' license and Nattie and she own a small airplane which they mostly use to fly between their residences.


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Keith Robert Miller
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I'm an amateur novelist and poet who also has a deep appreciation for art. Occasionally, I try my own hand at it, though I'm a much better at making pictures in words than lines on paper.

I usually write fantasy and have created a massive universe whose stories I hope to write down within my lifetime. Poetically, I enjoy writing beautiful verses for beauty's sake as well as some attempts at ancient style epics. My biggest literary influences are the Romantic poets, J.R.R. Tolkien, John Milton, W.B. Yeats, Oscar Wilde, the Old Testament, H.P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allen Poe, The Illiad and Odyssey, and Edmund Spencer.
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