Denizens of the Lower East Side
Here are some of the peeps, critters, and other creatures you might run into here. Don't worry about the empty slots. Denizens are born every day as story lines develop.
IMPORTANT to remember as you're swimming in the Denizens pool. The BAD guys, even the worst of them, are not all scaly and lizardy. They might look just like you and me... ok, YOU maybe. But the wear better suits than both of us.
About Those Messengers

The communication throughout Heaven's Lower East Side is handled in one of three ways.
1. The easiest, of course, is just to think of a person then just think the thought you want to send. They get it instantaneously. But lots of people, especially newbies, can't get their minds around the idea of takebacks. (Where you can just unthink something and it's as if it never happened.)
2. You'd think the next best way might be by cat. That is a way of course. In fact, the Big Guy talks to me mostly in that very way. Downside there is that the cats are all yellow and hand a tendency to be pretty mangy. Mine lives on my refrigerator.
3. The most popular, and probably the best way for a lot of reasons, is our bicycle Messenger system. It's also instantaneous, but it's kind of fun to watch 'em come and go. The picture here is the Messenger in my neighborhood. As much as I try, she will NOT give her name. Just says she spent a couple of years working in the Lincoln White House. Bein' an angel, of course, I could find out for myself but I find the anticipation delightful. I've also got a picture or her of her in one of her BSM's (Bright Spandex Moods) - I'll have to show it you ya later.
Teddy
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Mr. Evil Himself
The D in the LSD Triad. This guy, who goes by millions of names, none of which will be mentioned on this page*, is as bad as they come. Bad enough that he got Eve to do the apple (not the trademark, the fruit, that's why it's not capitalized) thing on Adam.
Bad enough that he sat at the right hand of people like Nero, Hitler and Stalin.
But... not long ago, he sat in on the creation of the DERIVATIVE! No wonder when it comes to The Other Place, Downstairs, Hades, etc. he is the HMFIC.
*partly because a many of them have a lot of danged syllables and consonants.
Beezbo
Beezbo (Beauregard Samuel Brown in Firstlife) thinks he's a villian, but really he's only a minion. He doesn't want to be a minion for the following reasons:
- Minions aren't bigshots
- Minions are mostly losers
- Minions usually get whacked
He's a little odd shaped because of the way he got here... a skydiving incident. He calls it an accident, but we know better. Teddy was his guardian angel and took a day off on the day Beezbo bought it.
Ese
The S in the LSD Triad. OK, he was all jealous that the Trenchmites really loved this guy Superman, mainly 'cos he was a good guy and most Trenchmites like good guys. He decided he needed a Big Red S on his chest, too. "My name is Legion," he's said, probably a billion times by now. But it's really ESE, not Hispanic, but an acronym for Evil Sees Everything.
'Nuf said about this guy. He wants you to think he's not real.
(The silly hat is because he still often imagines that he is a film director that went to -- but didn't finish -- USC film school and got insanely rich anyway; that's why he's moody at times. Ya know that artiste thing.)
Luci Fromdisguise
The L in the LSD Triad. Nee Lucifer, Luci changed his/her/its name in 1969 after eating some of the bad brown acid at Woodstock. He/she/it hallucinated back to the original Big Fall (now that's a flashback) and wished for a second he could take it all back but then he saw this naked girl with the biggest... well you get the picture. The sixties weren't so good for Luci. The fact that a bunch of shaggy English guys thought he/she/it needed a little sympathy really pissed him off. Because of that, one of their guitar players is going to live forever.
It was just one example of how people confuse him with The Big S. "We are not the same guy," Luci says.
Luci runs a part of The Other Place that is similar to Heaven's Lower East Side. Apart from their differences, he and Teddy have been discussing the possibility of regular lunches to discuss "trades."

Denizens
