Names: Tommy Blue or Alice Black
Apparent Age: 16
Seeming: Darkling
Kith: Mirrorskin
Court: Autumn (with Summer Goodwill)
Tommy is Little Girl Blue who blows her horn and shoots her guns at errant sheep. She shoots them very, very well. Tommy served her Keeper ( who’d wanted a boy and was most displeased to find her new ward lacking in male bits) very, very well, too – as her Huntsman and Guard, and in all sorts of other masculine roles that the Fae mistress wanted to set a small and slight girl to. Tommy managed.
Alice is Wendy Darling, who looks after her Lost Boys and Girls and does what she can to protect them from the harsh and uncompromising world – by shooting bad people in the face. Alice is the result of two things; a near escape from the Hedge that allowed her newly-found younger brother to actually escape, and later the work of a changeling psychologist who tried to make Tommy less bad and instead broke even, literally, by creating Alice.
I’m leaning towards having been taken around the 1930s and being returned fairly recently – the 90’s perhaps.
I’ve decided my Darkling will have Functional MPD – Tommy is the bad changeling and Alice is the good girl who can sometimes influence Tommy’s behaviour. The character is mostly amoral – good and bad aren’t concepts she ever really learned. She trusts VERY slowly, but is loyal once that loyalty is given. She likes Pledges. And cats. And Tuesday.
I’ve decided to go pretty much full combat, though with the aspect of Fear rather than Wrath – her own fear, and inciting it in other people. I can do a little info gathering too with the Mirrorskin aspect. For those of you who remember my OWoD Ling, Lilli – think the Wilder Darth version I never got to play, and add (for those of you who remember my Sabbat character) a fist full of Claudia. Creepy bubblegum nutso is what I’m going for.
I’d like her to be visible in her Court, though not a leader – since we won’t really know what roles are played in Courts until people start creating them, we’ll have to wait and see. But I intend for her to get to a fairly high mantle eventually, and have decent Goodwill with Summer Court since she’s so fighty.
So… yeah. First off, I want contacts in her Court(s). In the mortal world, I can have people she's protected, still is protecting, and will protect in the future. I can have missed marks, people who she's done work for, people who know she can do work for them if they want. I can have people she's worked or hunted with, people she's shot in the face (but only once insteada lots of times), and people she's decided she likes or doesn't like for a variety or utter lack of reason. If you have lollipops, she will like you on every day but Fridays, on which she generally prefer jellybeans or dental floss. And sometimes she won't like lollipop givers just 'cause. 'Cause cause makes sense and she doesn't. And I can have other things, therefore, that just don't make any sense at all. You can make it up. Heh.
Also - there is a portion of her time in the Hedge and in Faerie where she is running for her life from her Keeper and trying to get out. During that time, she sometimes manages to stumble upon other changelings. If that changeling is serving his or her Keeper in a manner that reflects an idyllic arrangment where in the changeling does not remeber the Mortal world, or thinks that serving his or her Keeper is generally OK even if it sometimes sucks, Tommy is hell bent upon ruining that pleasant facade. If you'd like your changeling to have been visited by little Tommy on the run, who also would have been willing to help break you out so that we can gather a small group to get out of the hedge, let me know!
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•How long were you in Faerie in Arcadia time?
Too long, too short. Too long! That’s the good answer, right? That’s the right answer, good? Good. Sometimes I still try to be good. It was too long. We’re sorry. I’m sorry.
• Tell me about your Keeper. Who was she? Did she treat you kindly? Cruelly? Capriciously? How did your Keeper interact with the other Fae?
She was as kind as Mama had ever been, and as cruel as those shot pellets in my daddy’s gun, which is to say she had no feelings and only was as she was. Bullets don’t discriminate. Bullets don’t care. Kindness and cruelty come from someone who can care. I didn’t learn that from her because she did not. I call her Bullet in my head, you know. Thinking her Name is like thinking of Mama without the hole in her head.
I don’t know about her and the other Fae. I was never for them to see. I was for her alone. Her little darling boy.
• What about your time in Faerie? What were your days like? Were you a hunter or a servant? Maybe a court fool? Describe an average, nothing special sort of day.
Boy, boy, boy. BOY! she would scream, FETCH ME MY HAWKING GLOVE AND LET US GO A-HUNTING! I would flush the game. I would skin the kills. I would groom her mount and polish her boots and drive her carriage and sit at her feet on the cold marble and endure her caresses under the eye of her “less treasured” girl changelings who weren’t jealous of me at all.
I can’t stand berries now, and I don’t much like twigs either.
• Is your seeming similar to your Keeper’s, or does it reflect your environment? Were you shaped for a specific purpose?
She wanted a boy. She’d always wanted a little boy. I was a girl. I wasn’t supposed to have been a girl, her Hunters were supposed to have taken a boy. So She got a boy. Now I’m a both. Or a neither. Or a not. It’s knotty, you see, because I was naughty and wasn’t right and now I’m wrong because I’m not what I was. It made Her happy to make me everything and nothing at all. And I tried so hard to be good and what She wanted me to be. Anything to make Her happy.
Now I’m sitting in this coffee shop down the street from my school (I know it's Autumn now school means Autumn and Autumn means school). I feel the bustle of teacher In Service twang with the rumours of a strike (no school! I don't know how I feel about that) and looking out the window at the little tree they have planted in the sidewalk. Concrete versus Root – one day, Root will win and concrete will crack, and won’t that be a satisfying sound. The tree knows I’m here, She knows I’m watching. She feels my colours coursing through the Wyrd, and She’s changing for me. She says it's nigh time for the Ashen Court to take up its Mantle.
I wonder if anyone else notices Her leaves are turning, spinning new colours right here and now, even in the yucky heat of an early Autumn day. She knows I don’t like the sun.
Tomorrow it will be September again. Years pass like days pass like matchbox cars sliding up tunnels made of cardboard paper towel rolls. And duct tape. But every night they fall back an inch. We chew on Summer’s thick, wet air, and wait for Autumn’s night cool to turns the leaves to colour.
We wait to Fall.
Too much coffee. Up all night. No problem, no school yet. Marshmallows roasting in the fire pit Lady Sexton doesn’t know is there, though she does. Ashes in the pit I'll smear across my brow, like a crown.
Back to Driftwood.
http://changeling.cam-wiki.org/index.php/T
....inspired by a character tie idea with sinful_stories
Ted Bundy.
This guy is just like them. He’s Autumn, that’s for snuff.
Snuff! Hee.
He’s telling me about it, you see. I shouldn’t hear this stuff. I’m just a kid. Kids have fragile ears and fragile minds and fragile bones that we break when we play sports at school. Fragile. Brokenable. Broke. In half, like me.
But he’s telling me anyway. He kills cereal. It’s terrible. Those poor little O’s! And Captain Crunch, he’s just a nice old guy in a blue suit and funny hat! Fruity Pebbles, snap crackle pop, Honey Combs and Apple Jacks. Cereal is surgery and good! Good is good and shouldn’t be killed, right? Cereal is for eating, not for killing.
His name is Jack. Apple Jack who eats no fat and rips his gigantic wife apart? Killing cereal is very naughty. He is a very naughty man, killing helpless, inoffensive, good cereal.
Well. Hmm. I think I know .... When it gets soggy in the bowl, then it’s gross and yuck and mushy and creepy. Hannibal Lecter ate his cereal, even the mushy stuff. Soggy cereal is totally offensive and cornflakes are boring. They deserve to be shot. I shoot soggy men who try to eat my cereal or my friends’ cereal. We eat Cocoa Puffs and Frosted Flakes. Sugar is great! Sugar is for little girls – sugar and spice. But sugar is not for grown-ups. Once you turn 18 you don’t get any more candy.
So I won’t tell on him even though he’s a naughty man. He better stick to soggy cereal killing, though. And cornflakes.
I think he’ll be fun. I’ll give him a jelly bean, because they don’t get soggy in milk.
..............
"Yes," I answer, when they ask me if I shot the changeling who is bleeding on the floor. "I totally shot him. He was trying to eat my cereal. He's too old for my Cocoa Pebbles. He should be having wrinkly cornflakes. I hope he learned his lesson."
Ta Da.
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