Name: Thursday Volante, The Portentous Pawn
Referred to as: "Sir", "Citizen", or just "Thursday"
Pronouns: They/She/He (If you don't like switching pronouns, use just they/them)
Age: 21
Species: Human
Ambition: Nemesis, Cloak, Not Finished
Appearance: Thursday is a begrudging 5'1, with an olive skin tone, dark brown hair, and freckles. They are chubby, and have a decent amount of muscle. They are never seen without their hat and its pin, nor without their walking cane. They are
frequently seen with bruises and bandages.
About: Thursday has been in the Neath for some month's now, hellbent on avenging their parents' murders, plus righting some other wrongs while they're at it. It should be noted Thursday has hearing loss on their cane side, and balance issues as a result.
Personality: This little Revolutionary is a ball of emotion, and is working to learn how to form relationships with others. They're quite shy, and more than a bit awkward, but they warm up quickly to new things.
Why they're studying The Correspondence: The biggest reason? A Pawn who resents their chains, and that which pre-determines them to any set path. An unexpected lead while tracking down their parents' killer has lead to them gaining a glimpse at larger knowledge. Larger knowledge which is hinting them towards an even larger Chain keeping them down. Perhaps this language could be the key to breaking the links which bind?
Interactions: Thursday needs friends. Desperately. Their player can be a bit slow to respond due to chronic illness.
Player: Thursday is played by me, Moth!
Here's my Fallen London Tumblr! (my Flumblr, if you will)