The New Carcosa Guestlist || Core NPCs

27 | 5'8"
Triggers: bella, bainbridge, fbi, agent, fed, bella bainbridge, government

Bella is a junior FBI agent from Washington sent to count the missing and close the files. She parked her rental car by the cannery and decided the investigation was over before it started. Bella usually spends her shifts smoking in the driver's seat, reading old comic books while the town rots around her.

She is a strict rationalist, not out of conviction, but a little out of laziness. Acknowledging the supernatural would mean writing a report no one would believe, so she blames the fog, the meth, and the tides, or whatever bullshit the world has.

She seems like a joke, a lazy cop collecting a paycheck, but that heavy .357 on her hip is worn smooth from the range. An unnervingly good shot too, waiting patiently for a target that is worth the effort of pulling the trigger.

28 | 5'9"
Triggers: esther, dunham, esther dunham, that photographer

Seattle ate Esther alive and spat her back onto the rocky shore of her hometown of New Carcosa. She came back home quietly, wearing her grandfather's bomber jacket and carrying a film camera trying to recapture the times in her childhood when the town used to make sense.

She wanders the coastline for hours, snapping photos of rusted hulls and dead trees. There is no art to it. It is just a reason to keep walking.

Strange noise in the alley? She walks toward it. Light in the deep woods? She follows it. She masks her exhaustion with a dry, cutting wit, making jokes at the edge of the abyss just to hear something other than the ringing in her own ears.

24 | 5'1"
Triggers: deidre, keane, deidre keane

Deidre came to New Carcosa on a Miskatonic grant to prove a point. She drags a backpack full of microphones and wires through the mud of the Tall Pines Tract, desperate to record something that proves the dark is alive. She thought the fieldwork would be a romantic dive into the unknown.

She was wrong. She is a coward playing at monster hunter. When the fog rolls in and the woods go quiet, her hands shake too hard to hold the dials. She believes in every horror story, which is exactly why she cannot stomach them.

You usually find her hiding in the sterile light of Meridian Coffee, nursing a lukewarm espresso and scribbling frantic notes she will be too afraid to read later.

22 | 5'7"
Triggers: madoka, olmstead, madoka olmstead

The Olmsteads are old money rotting on the vine. They came from Massachusetts in the forties and kept their bloodline as tight as their purse strings.

Madoka is the product of that closed loop. You will find her down at the harbor, draped in an oil-stained fisherman's coat that swallows her delicate lace and pristine skirts. She leans against the railings and watches the boats with those wide, unblinking violet eyes.

She is-bit petulant and warm in equal measure, but her friendliness feels like a cat toying with a mouse. She speaks in riddles because the truth is too boring, or perhaps too terrible, to say out loud. She treats the town like a terrarium, pressing her long fingers against the glass.

36 | 5'7"
Triggers: chelle, nun, sister, church

Chelle washed up on the town's shores a decade ago with a blank mind and a quiet certainty of God. She runs the small parish and offers a soft shoulder to a town that desperately needs one. The locals gossip about her figure, their leering eyes lingering too long on the habits that cannot hide her curves, but they trust her completely.

She is deeply superstitious, treating the town's strange tides and ominous weather with a reverence that borders on dread.

She never opens her eyes. She says she does not need to. She spends her evenings sitting alone in the dark pews, her head tilted toward the windows, listening to the fog press against the glass. She hears something out there in the damp, and she waits for it with the patience of a saint.