Character Collage: Wyck

Wyck is a young guy with long-ish brown hair and light, copper-green eyes. Depending on the day, his mood or a varied number of other factors, he may have more pronounced facial scruff.

Wyck's eyes are copper-green. That is to say that they look like weathered copper and have an odd tint of green that is rear as a natural feature. In the right light they might almost look yellow as they are so light green.

He keeps his hair long, usually, and has it a unified length so he can pull it back into a ponytail if he wants. This 'shaggy' look definitely works for him as it gives him a bit of a 'wild' and 'dangerous' look when he goes out to the clubs and things.

However, on occasion, he will pull his hair back and attempt to make himself look corporately presentable. Throwing on a suit jacket and wearing the 'good shoes' goes a long way to cleaning him up and making him look a bit more presentable.

Click here for a thematic video of Wyck.

Occasionally Wyck will get cleaned up, throw on jeans and a clean t-shirt and go out to the clubs to meet people or drum up some work.

BACKGROUND

Wyck grew up in a very abusive home. His mother, whom he idolized, was killed by his father when he was ten in a drunk-driving accident. Though she was not awakened herself, magic was still a heavy influence in her life. Her mother, Wyck's granny, had spoken of the 'family secret' a few times, but every time his father heard her talking about it he would go into an angry tirade. Wyck's father even drove them out from the mid-west to the coast to keep him and his mother from the 'Legacy' of the family. It was on that trip that his father, driving at night and drunk, accidentally drove their car off the road and slammed it into a guard rail. His mother was killed instantly.

In the years that followed, Wyck threatened to run back to his Granny and leave his father behind for the drunk he was and each time, his father would beat him into submission. Wyck learned to stay gone on nights when his father would drink - or sneak out of their home when he had a temper so he wouldn't be beaten up. By the time he was fourteen years old, he had simply run away for good and was living on the streets - making his way back to his Granny in Louisianna.

One of the most influential people in Wyck's life was his grandmother, Adele. She raised him for most of his life after his mother died and his father went on the road as a traveling minister - preaching doom and gloom, fire and brimstone.

Adele was a kind and gentle woman that lived at the end of one of the swamps that dot Terrebonne Parish in Louisiana. Her home was a place of safety and of healing for the whole area.

Adele's family, the women of it, had been healers for as long as anyone could remember. When no one had medicine or the money to afford it - they could usually find a root, herb or combination of the two that would fix them right up.

The secret that both Wyck and his granny shared was that they were both "Hedge Witches" - people who were able to perform feats of magic - real magic. His grandmother was a swamp witch who used her powers to heal the sick and punish the wicked.

When he decided to run away from his father - he ran straight for his Granny's house in Louisiana. It wasn't an easy trip but he was able to spend some time with her before she passed away a few weeks after he had finished High School. He didn't now what to do without her. He had her house to live in and did what he could to help the people that she had cared for over the years but he didn't possess the same healing magic that she did. After a time he met up with some friends who were traveling on the Ren-Fair circut and asked if he wanted to join them. With nothing really else to do he decided to tag along. Though he wasn't advertising his magical abilities, he could always score a few bucks here and there with his sketches. Art had been a particular favorite talent of his that his father was known to frown on. The man considered art a 'waste of good money'. From Louisiana he wandered aimlessly from city to city following the Renascence Fair folk in a Winnebago that he inherited from his granny ; eventually finding his way up to Atlanta and from there he headed back west - to Texas. Any memory of his father would be purged from him when he buried the drunken fool alive.

By the time that he was able to get back to Texas and find his father - the old man was living in an old apartment that was nearly covered in garbage and empty bottles. He could have killed him very easily - he had already started to understand how he could use his magic though he couldn't control it all of the time. He would stop his father's heart or maybe scramble his mind and leave him in a world of his own nightmares.

There were so many possibilities.

In the end, it was not magic that killed his father - it was a simple knife; a hunting knife once given to him by his grandfather. He thought about using some form of magic but when the time came to strike - he couldn't control it. It wouldn't come as he commanded and his rage took over. He stabbed only once before the magic finally came and a fuelless fire burned the corpse to nothing but ash and screams.

POSSESSIONS

He has the Alchemical symbol for sulfur is burned into the flesh on his sternum.
the top points up towards his throat. It's a marker from a close run in with a cult of "Blood Boys" in one of the cities he ran through; most probably New York.

The only person who was able to tell him anything about it simply said that he was marked as one of the 'Witchborne'.

He also has a tattoo of the black, tribal knot-work around his right bicep. Yeah, he knows ALL about where he got that.

There was a story behind it - him...in a bar...a guy named Rick. It was one of those "No shit there I was" stories that he doesn't often repeat.

Stuff. Ya always have stuff. A bag can keep your stuff when you're on the move a lot.
His satchel usually carries what few possessions he needs when he's out on the street. His satchel is nearly a trademark with him. He's rarely seen without it - and if he is something's usually afoot.

Click here to see what he usually carries within his satchel.

Wyck's been influenced by "Indy" in many ways. Although Wyck isn't on a grail quest, he carries a sketchbook, or sometimes various sketchbooks with him in his satchel. He's usually drawing someone, something or just jotting down his thoughts.

Click here to see a video that I put together of the contents of one of his journals.

Wyck's sketch journals have expanded to include more than just pencil drawings. Since he has been working on his talent and skill with most of his free time he's also explored watercolors and some acrylics.

Click here to see images from his sketchbooks.













A total scrounger, Wyck was able to reclaim this old beauty from a junkyard to the north of the city. How he got it working, and mobile, is anyone's guess,
but it's become his home on wheels - a Wyckabago.

Click here for a collage of Wyck's Wykibago.

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