“So just what is the Vanessaverse?”, you’re asking yourselves. To answer your next questions, yes, I’m reading your mind, and no, that dress you saw in the shop window is not too much for you; you’re worth it.
The Vanessaverse is the collective narrative experience that comes from my adventures, and the adventures of my darlings. They can be big ventures–exploring alternate universes or seeing pre-existing canon characters that belong to the appropriate copyright holders–or they can be little things, like trying out something new in the manor’s walls. Almost always, someone will wind up transformed. Or smooched. Or both.
We have quite the cast of characters, and I would be happy to introduce us all–myself especially. Just keep in mind that as our archive grows, our characters will eventually appear in the spotlight, so don’t be surprised if your favorite isn’t here yet. They will be soon~
-Vanessa
The Cast of Good Guys
Vanessa
Your courteous mistress of the manor. I am a witch, of course, but that only goes into the basics. I am a witch of chaos, born of primordial ooze from before time and space existed. My powers are immense, able to reshape reality at my very whims. I also enjoy long walks on the beach and the subtle tones of lounge jazz.
When not found teasing my special friend of the day, I can be found in the manor I own in its own little pocket dimension. There are infinite rooms, and there is infinite occupancy available–and no need to move if someone else comes in. Suck it, Hilbert.
Agent
My best friend test subject and nothing else DON’T LOOK AT THAT STRIKETHROUGH.
He’s a total nerd, and a mortal with crippling anxiety when faced with…anything. I’ve made it my eternal life goal to get this dork out of his shell, which seems to be working considering how he’s made friends with other entities out there. He’s got a bit of a sarcastic edge to him, I find, which is endearing, not to mention a level of sincerity that makes even the most bloodthirsty creatures stop in their tracks. He helps keep me grounded in mortal affairs, I find.
Amy Mouse
Sometimes an interdimensional variant of Agent, sometimes her own thing. Amy Mouse is a resident of the manor’s walls, and is somehow even more neurotic than Agent, barely able to finish a sentence without stammering. She’s a total sweetheart when she’s comfortable, however, and is quick to express concern. She’s also incredibly smart and the proud owner of a self-made shrink ray. When things go wrong, however, that all collapses since she absolutely cannot handle any pressure ever. Has been mistaken for Mrs. Brisby more than once, but she idolizes Mrs. Brisby so she’s flattered by the comments, thank you very much.
Bolt Faraday
Bolt Faraday is a hyper-intelligent creature, and one of Agent’s friends. Half-cat, half-robot. Her cybernetic enhancements were the result of painstaking research and construction with her partner, Shelia. After losing one arm and subsequently replacing it, she then opted to swap the rest of her limbs entirely, recognizing how efficient they were. She now longs to complete her research into total-body roboticization without loss of self. Until then, she is content with her ability to “jack in” to any form of technology and run it directly via neural transmission, from a single Roomba to her entire mobile laboratory.
Van Dementa
One of my many, many alternate selves. This one is both a gender-swapped version of me, as well as a flirtatious femboy. Just as powerful as I am, but more interested in seeing that other darlings are stylish than just mere pranks. He also has a soft-spot for Agent, as much as I do. Personally, he’s like a peacock–but I can’t deny his skills. After all, he’s me~
Meda
Andromeda “Meda” Galaxia is a girlfriend of mine, and the living embodiment of space and the universe itself. Her fur as cold as absolute zero, her tail adorned with the stars…She is space itself, given life and beauty, tasked with ensuring order and creation despite, or perhaps because of, the pure chaos the universe creates. No wonder we were drawn to each other, right?
Dr. Skald
A doctor of questionable ethics and credentials, formerly from the bowels of Hell. He specializes in the otherworldly biology of creatures alive and dead, and will stop at nothing to sate his scientific curiosity. It took some convincing, but he is now the manor’s live-in medical expert, and all it took was donating a couple of organs (not mine).
Bis
The self-proclaimed Egyptian rat-god of death. He’s a sadistic, all-powerful entity with a lust for energy and the ability to make mortals terrified–so basically he’s a bona-fide ten. While in the manor, he can shrink to a mortal size, even if he hates it. Outside, however, he can be larger than planets, and is all-too eager to crush and devour any souls he comes across. He tried this with Agent, but the poor dork just kept respawning like it was nothing, which was what intrigued Bis in the first place. I keep him under control, don’t worry. He won’t devour your planet. Probably.
The Jerks I Don’t Like
Merula
A rival of mine, and a fellow witch. She’s much more obsessed with social popularity and status, and is dead-set on proving herself the superior witch to me. Boastful, a braggart, and only a C-cup. Not all that great at kissing, either, personal experience.
Orthoplex
A fourth-dimensional dream guardian, and my, ugh…ex-boyfriend. A bit of a showboat, and a control freak. He wants nothing more than to get back together under his terms. #MoveOnDotCom.
Norman Rust
The CEO of Nikolai, and Bolt’s personal foe. A total con-artist, a narcissist, and has such crippling image issues he makes Agent look well-rounded. He usually gets by with passing other people’s creations as his own, and with his financial backing and silver tongue, he’s just charismatic enough to be enough of a threat as he is allowed to be.
Mother
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The Chrono Corps
Enforcers of the time stream, and a bunch of would-be tyrants. Led by Commander Chronos, this team of time cops “fix” those potential timeline “flaws” I’ve made. In reality, they love to retcon anything that’s inconvenient to them, and would love to do the same to me. Fortunately, I can run circles around these chumps. #ACCAB
The Magic High Commission
Supposedly the biggest regulators of the magical community. They’ve had it in for me ever since I put a whoopee cushion under the Chairwoman’s seat…with the whoopee cushion being another committee member, but ANYWAY. A bunch of joyless bureaucrats that want to see me conform into a productive member of magical society.
The Guest Stars
There’s been a lot of guests to our manor over the years, too numerous to name. But do keep an eye out for several of the names and people and things that pass through our doors–you may just recognize a few yourself!
Into the Vanessaverse 