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OUR GRAVE DIGGERS |
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Lucious Branch |
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"Allow me to escort you to your grave. Lucius Branch at your service, providing ladies and gentlemen of substance a proper and stately farewell. As you undertake your journey through the streets of Boston, allow me to elucidate that which lies beneath. Memento Mori." |
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Stephen O'Normal |
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Stephen O'Normal is a former scribe and poet, ripped untimely from his ivory tower by a wealthy metaphorical witch and now cursed to recount, day in and night out, numerous paranormal stories in hopes of touching the hearts of those who will believe. That is to say: Stephen make true story tell good. |
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Maggie Poppins |
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Maggie Poppins, like her famed sister, Mary Poppins, was a nanny. Except the kids she took care of weren't good kids. She really took care of them. "A spoonful of cyanide helps the sugar go down" is her motto. Take her tour ...she'll take care of you, too. |
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Mercy Witherer |
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Mercy Witherer, female apparition of indeterminate age. Likes coffins, broken dolls and long walks in the graveyard. Seeking tourists and trolley travelers to tantalize with twisted tales of trauma, terror and tragedy. |
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Ned Gorey |
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When I'm not smokin’ my pipe and singin’ bawdy songs at the tavern, your humble correspondent may be hard "at work" "convincing" various "apprentices" to do all my dirty work - that is, digging holes, robbing corpses and carting the stiffs to Harvard Medical. As a resurrectionist (grave robbers to those not in the business) par excellence who learned his trade from Burke and Hare, I built a very tidy benefits package for the gravediggers - all the gold teeth you can pry out of a corpses' choppers, all the silk snotters and silver buttons you can cut and grab, and a hot rum and smoke after... Ah, the death business is good... |
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Minerva |
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Beauty. Talent. Intelligence. Grace. Diva. Minerva Valencia Fortissimo. You have finally met the woman of your dreams (or nightmares...). Minerva's passion for murder, mayhem, music and men will surely captivate you as you take the "best looking" tour in Boston! |
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Anthraxicon |
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Anthraxicon the Death Bringer is the resident demon of Boston’s Ghosts & Gravestones. He’s a sly, mischievous, nasty little demon who enjoys little more than sharing his stories of horror, terror, the dark depths of the human soul and the things that go bump in the night. |
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Carmen Zarella |
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Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. Step right up, don't be shy - and let the nightmare begin. Come gaze upon the things that which humanity never intended. Here in the center ring, Carmen Zarella - the greatest Circus Ringmaster this world has ever seen! Vicious, cynical, sarcastic, psychotic and with a love for the smell of burning flesh – there’s no earthly way of knowing where she will take you. But one thing is certain – she’ll do it with a grin on her face. |
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Silas Buryman |
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“Oh I don’t need a harp, nor a halo, not me. Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea”... or a bottle of rum will do just fine too. Silas is a dashing swashbuckling mariner, the Scourge of the Atlantic, intimidator of pirates, and the greatest privateer in all of His Majesty’s Navy. At least in his own head. Join Silas on his personal quest to leave a wake of mayhem and destruction at every turn. |
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Father Seamus Rattigan |
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We were going to let Father Seamus write his own description, but it came out reading like Finnegan's Wake. With less punctuation. Also, we think some of it was in Portuguese. Seamus is a drunken sot of a lunatic ex-priest with paranoid delusions. We keep him around because he is amusing, and also because he works for booze. Please do NOT touch the man's flask; we cannot afford another incident. |
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Richard James Bartholomew Turner the 3rd, a.k.a. "Dick the Slasher" |
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Dick The Slasher...Man's Man, Lady's Man, Serial Killer... Just don't forget the whiskey! |
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Dr. Bartholomew Wilberforce |
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Dr. Bartholomew lost his job at the Harvard Medical Center after developing a bit too much of a taste for his work. After a century out of work, he’s hungry for new patients. |
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Madeline Seawall |
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Ms. Madeline Seawall's life took a turn for the worse when her husband came home to find her rather somewhat already..."occupied." The resulting fire may have taken her life and left her physically altered - but nothing phases Madeline. Taking it all in stride, she has taken up a job in tourism to further pursue her love of pleasurable company. It is awfully hard to meet people when you're undead, after all... |
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