A determined young woman, Miss Ticklenott doesn't quite fit the idea of what a Victorian lady should or should not be. Adventurous, drawing back from no danger or dark aged book to decipher, she is as smart as glamorous and as lively as courageous. Drawing from her dear old daddy's fortune, she acquired one of the weirdest weapons in London, an alien living artefact of unknown origin. Daddy has also provided his dearest daughter with a most devoted chaperon : Monsieur Cornelius Fauchelevent.

Refined, tactful, careful to the least detail, Miss Ticklenott's butler is a Frenchman as fussy as dedicated to the service of his mistress. His obsession with order and etiquette makes him a prime prey for the mischievous faeries, always ready as they are to turn the arithmetic of a buffet layout or an appointment at the best tailor's shop into an unspeakable chaos. A tenacious nature, Monsieur Fauchelevent hasn't given up hope of civilizing one of those "maudits lutins"!

No one gets away from the Club's super-sleuth, the one holder of the feared Imperial Assassin title. Licenced to eliminate any threat to the crown, Lord Holmes tracks down his preys making use of the most insignificant clues. Clever and cold-hearted, Holmes 'neutralises' his targets without mercy or even the slightest hesitation. That opium addict needs lots of cash money to be able to provide for his very specific needs and the Club is the best employer in London.

Both innocent and cruel, their very nature makes the Faeries a regular nuisance to Londoners' everyday life. Yet, the Queen Victoria being away at Oberon's court, nobody dares to complain. Anyway, even Her Majesty couldn't help much : there is simply not enough space within a Faerie's mind for more than one and only thought or feeling at a time ! As for Major Dreadful, he would deprive himself of Tinkerbell's spying abilities for nothing, especially not for feeding Bismarck's gluttony... 

Veteran of the Zulu Wars and the campaigns of Egypt during which he lost his left arm, the Major was entrusted by the regent, Lord X, the direction of Scotland Yard. Incorruptible and merciless, the rigid Major Dreadful upholds the law, crushing with his powerful mechanical prothesis anyone foul enough to break the rules of the Empire. His bulldog Winston seems the only being on Earth able to soften Dreadful's character. Others will take the consequences of their deeds.

As methodical as elusive, the « Beast of the East End » carefully evicerates and dismembers each one of his victims, always ending by cutting off their head. Slauthering alternately men and women with the regularity of a metronome, he has killed thirty seven so far. With each new crime comes a great wave of public opinion. Newspapers point the inefficiency of Scotland Yard's vain calls to denouncement while Jack, corpses after corpses, spreads his terror in the London night...

No one knows whether Shamock made the Box himself or received it as a gift from the Dark Pharaoh. Endowed with its own dark and powerful will and yet obedient to its master, the Box likes nothing better than swallowing its victims and feeling them struggling while Shamock slaughters them in front of an enthraled audience. Some say they have witnessed the Box prowling about the streets, luring children into squalid alleys at the deceitful sound of a music box melody.

Their appearance can be so deceptive that judging servants of the Dark Pharaoh by that criterion alone is a hazardous bet. Shamock the Great is undoubtedly among the worst ! Unfortunate volunteers who enthusiastically assist him on stage, every evening at the Egyptian Hall, often meet a deadly end at the sound of the applause of the deceived audience. Bloodthirsty, the Box has claimed the life of many spectators. A price Shamock has always been glad to pay.  

A low rank accounting employee at Harrod's, Piotr dutyfully calculated a fortune meant to never be his. One night, leaving office very late as usual, he found out on the ground a ticket for a show of magic at the Egyptian Hall. Amazed at his own luck, he happily went to the show. He was even chosen by the magician to be his assistant for a trick he never quite recovered from. Now a zombie, a token of his master's art, he wanders through London to advertise the shows of Shamock the Great.

The volatility of Ether is a prime subject of research for scholars of the Mechazylum. His obsession about gravity has led the asthmatic, rachitic Baron Victor Mantes to dominate his contemporary thanks to his discoveries on zeppelinium. However, his excessive consumption of this weird gaz has altered his larynx, making his voice curiously highpitched, as a newborn faery's. Still, few people dare to make fun of Lord Victor's elocution. Maybe because of the size of his mechanical arms...

Divio "Mad Dog" Juckal is one of the youngest and most promising members of the Wheel. Initiated to the secrets of the Chovihans, his people's witches, he is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Divio lives to fulfil an Izpràv, a feat such as his elders' who devoured Lord Carter six years ago. Striking a lethal blow against the Cult would make him a legend among gypsies and gorgios would be well inpired to fear him. As the beast awakens within him, his prey has little hope to escape...

Like his faithful friend Livingstone, Lord Sawbone is a great explorer and a distinguished member of the Club. He has chosen not to let to Necromancers of the Cult the privilege of using wizardry. His peregrinations all over Dark Africa led him to make the acquaintance of a most unusual member of the primate order in the person of 'Mister Honk'. On the Forbidden Plateau of Bandiagara, Lord Sawbone mastered the art of magical masks that enemies of the Club have already learned to fear.

Members of the Club sometimes come from the most remote corners of the Empire. Among those, Mister Honk is most appeciated for the muscle power he brings in any fight and all London knows that laying a hand on his master and friend, the frail professor Sawbone, is merely suicidal. Yet, Mister Honk cares nothing for his alleged bestiality ; he's far more worried by his new trendy tailored suit being ready for Friday's gala at the Club. Miss Fogg is coming and there is no way she sees him ragged!

Like all ectoplasms, little Alice is not in the land of the living anymore. Since the 1851 explosion of the protoplasmic capacitor, random streams of Ether allow ectoplasms to spontaneously appear. Their relatives no more have to turn to a Necromancer or a medium who can, thanks to any item psychically linked to the defunct open him or her a way through Ether. However, ectoplasms still take shape because of intense emotional disruptions that make contacts with them very exhausting.

Jeremiah digs and does it well. His masters, the Necromancers of London, agree to say he has the best shovel stroke. Sharp-eyed, he has an unmatched talent to spot a fresh grave at the darkest hour of the night and, protected from putrescent miasmas by his gazmask, unearth its defunct dweller. Faithful servant of the Cult, he is always on his guard against freaks from the Pit. Those twisted prowlers of London's most deserted corners can give him more trouble than his regular 'customers'.

Agents of the Dragon are among the most surprising Londoners. Predicting their actual character and abilities can prove hazardous for deception comes naturally to them. Who would indeed suspect the sweet and charming Mei Leung to be a powerful Opiumancer ? Master of one of Asia's most guarded secrets, she can shape Ether to summon the twelve legendary Spirits of the Smoke. As fragile as a petal of a rose, she blows lethal kisses.

Persecuted by the Inquisition until the England denied catholicism, the Crowleys are fierce and cruel, expanding their power through terror. Worthy descendant of a cursed lineage, the present Lord is a man of his time : he has sworn allegiance to the Dark Pharaoh pretending this was a Ministry. Thanks to this legal stratagem, Lord Crowley has been able to mislead an unknown numbers of nobleborn, extending the influence and power of the Cult.

Hidden within the depths of the ancient pyramids are mysteries that would better not be unveiled. The Canopic Beasts are among those. Their receptacles, once meant to preserve the defuncts' organs, are made of an unknown material that naturally restrains Ether. Within the jar, a Beast's essence awaits the time of its release. The one who will break the canopy reciting impious verses, banned as early as in the Pharaoh's time, will be able to control the Beast and make it commit the worst. 

Their extraterrestrial nature has made Mister Nail's kind the discovery of the century, even of the millennium. Doctor Watson has equiped him with mechanical prosthesis that allow him to bear eartly gravity. The scientist may control from a distance Mister Nail's movements. Impassive as ever, the latter is rumoured to have started moving autonomously. He has been very officially created First Ambassador by Lord X, causing not the slightest reaction with the very visitor from outer space. 

Her empathic talent with ectoplasms has made Miss Liddell London's most reknown medium. And the most consulted too, by the living as well as by the dead. Yet, such company is not without influence on her mental equilibrium and she has become a most sensitive person. Scotland Yard often calls on her for help when the unlikely seems the only reasonable explanation to a crime. Nevertheless, as time goes by, her gift seems more and more like a curse to her. 

As complicated as being in harmony with oneself may be, it is even more difficult for two opposite characters to share one body. Humpty embodies the bright side of the bicephalous Humpty-Dumpty : kind and courteous, he is an unmatched guide into the subterranean maze of the Pit. Unfortunately, according to the strange agreement between him and Dumpty, he only has control of their common body on even days. The rest of the time, he is compeled to commit the worst atrocities. Everybody hides a dark side. Humpty-Dumpty is no exception and the misanthropy of this dual, odd character is fully embodied by the evil Dumpty. As pleasant as Humpty may be, he hardly challenges Dumpty's obnoxious treacherous nasty nature. During one of their schizophrenic philosophical arguing, it was finally agreed upon that Dumpty would have the body for himself on odd days. Many times he has falsified the calendar to deceive that poor Humpty.

The ancestral magic of the Witches of the Wheel draws from the oldest powers of Nature. The more a witch's talent develops, the closest she gets to the very source of her power. Nibaba surrendered her narrow human consciousness as her life extended as an oak's. She is hardly human any more now and her perception of existence is so hermetic that only a handful of Gypsy sages can understand the logic that guides her acts. Nevertheless, as an Ancestor, Nibaba is to be blindly obeyed !