Friday, November 9, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
Wyck's Boys
Members of Wyck's Crew:
Benny: The youngest of the crew at only 17 years old. Cursed, or blessed, with a baby face and curly blond hair, Benny always seemed to be able to cheer the guys up with his unusual strain of bad luck. More of a klutz than anything else, the boy could probably fall out of bed and break a toe.
Benny was the sort always to have a dream in his head and always a song on his lips. He whistled at the drop of a hat - sometimes to the aggravation of his friends; they could always tell when he was nervous.
Zen: The oldest of the crew at 21 years old, he's even older than Wyck. With short cropped, black hair and a Chinese tattoo for 'Zen' on the back of his neck, he was easily identified as being at least some-part Asian. Fancying himself as a Martial Artist and a practitioner of Zen and the art of Male Prostitution, he sometimes blacks out during the more regrettable moments of his profession and 'goes places' in his mind. Though never really tested, he was sometimes able to experience whole moments in time while away from what was happening to his body.
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K-Mart: The boy was about as open as the store he chose as a name and he always had a blue-light special. With a light frame and almost bird-like features, "Kay" was the best pick-pocket anyone had ever known. He could turn a man's knob with the best of them and steal him of his watch, cred-cards and phone before he got his underwear up. The boy was a pro in many senses of the word. When he wasn't helping support them with fenced electronics, he was often tinkering around with this or that. He always had a gadget or a new tool to show off.
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Gunner: Now this guy could drink. Rarely shaving with anything other than a pocket knife, he always attempted to keep himself 'uglied up' so no one would want to take a turn with him any more. Going for more of the long-haired viking look, Gunner was barely twenty and had dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. Not as young as Benny, he would often drink himself into oblivion when he'd hear the sound of church bells. Everyone knew that he had been the favorite altar boy of a local priest but no one mentioned anything. He was the muscle of the group; keeping everyone safe.
Gunner's most prized possession is an aluminum baseball bat that he carries with the same reverence as a Viking's bearded axe.
Igor: One of the most beautiful young guys Wyck ever met. Perfect hair, perfect teeth and perfect skin, but all of that was on the outside. To himself, Igor was the most ugly creature on the face of the earth. He was tall for his age, nearly 18 and had brown hair and blue eyes. Once his parents caught him and his boyfriend together, they kicked him out. Igor's older brother even went so far as to round up a bunch of his friends and hunt the boyfriend down with bats and clubs. Though his boyfriend's remains were later recovered, he was barely recognizable as anything other than a pile of meat and bloody clothes. Igor is the shy, quiet type who sometimes went on Dust to help his feelings of insecurity. Wyck was pulling him off of it and the two were starting to get closer when their Squat was hit back in Los Angeles.
Benny: The youngest of the crew at only 17 years old. Cursed, or blessed, with a baby face and curly blond hair, Benny always seemed to be able to cheer the guys up with his unusual strain of bad luck. More of a klutz than anything else, the boy could probably fall out of bed and break a toe.
Benny was the sort always to have a dream in his head and always a song on his lips. He whistled at the drop of a hat - sometimes to the aggravation of his friends; they could always tell when he was nervous.
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Zen: The oldest of the crew at 21 years old, he's even older than Wyck. With short cropped, black hair and a Chinese tattoo for 'Zen' on the back of his neck, he was easily identified as being at least some-part Asian. Fancying himself as a Martial Artist and a practitioner of Zen and the art of Male Prostitution, he sometimes blacks out during the more regrettable moments of his profession and 'goes places' in his mind. Though never really tested, he was sometimes able to experience whole moments in time while away from what was happening to his body.
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K-Mart: The boy was about as open as the store he chose as a name and he always had a blue-light special. With a light frame and almost bird-like features, "Kay" was the best pick-pocket anyone had ever known. He could turn a man's knob with the best of them and steal him of his watch, cred-cards and phone before he got his underwear up. The boy was a pro in many senses of the word. When he wasn't helping support them with fenced electronics, he was often tinkering around with this or that. He always had a gadget or a new tool to show off.
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Gunner: Now this guy could drink. Rarely shaving with anything other than a pocket knife, he always attempted to keep himself 'uglied up' so no one would want to take a turn with him any more. Going for more of the long-haired viking look, Gunner was barely twenty and had dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. Not as young as Benny, he would often drink himself into oblivion when he'd hear the sound of church bells. Everyone knew that he had been the favorite altar boy of a local priest but no one mentioned anything. He was the muscle of the group; keeping everyone safe.
Gunner's most prized possession is an aluminum baseball bat that he carries with the same reverence as a Viking's bearded axe.
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Igor: One of the most beautiful young guys Wyck ever met. Perfect hair, perfect teeth and perfect skin, but all of that was on the outside. To himself, Igor was the most ugly creature on the face of the earth. He was tall for his age, nearly 18 and had brown hair and blue eyes. Once his parents caught him and his boyfriend together, they kicked him out. Igor's older brother even went so far as to round up a bunch of his friends and hunt the boyfriend down with bats and clubs. Though his boyfriend's remains were later recovered, he was barely recognizable as anything other than a pile of meat and bloody clothes. Igor is the shy, quiet type who sometimes went on Dust to help his feelings of insecurity. Wyck was pulling him off of it and the two were starting to get closer when their Squat was hit back in Los Angeles.
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.
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.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
13 Treasures
Once there was a family that lived in a sleepy little town in New England. The family, the Blackwells, were known for their odd habit of having twin children. Sometimes it was a pair of boys or girls, sometimes both and even twins but always two.
Wealthy yet benevolent, the Blackwells were often the case of rumor but generally well-liked within the town by all save one family - the Flints. It was said that there came a Flint who planned to wed a Blackwell and would have ended the years of constant feuding that threatened to tear the town in two. Rebekah Flint proclaimed her love for Soloman Blackwell in front of the entire town. It did not matter that he did not share her feelings as she was determined to make Soloman fall in love with her. Whether it was for true love or so that she would gain some of the Blackwell's wealth it was never known but she eventually was able to get close enough to the Soloman to learn some of his family's secrets.
The Blackwells were, each, gifted with magic.
The entire family, all thirteen of them, possessed a talent that made them unique - a fact that was kept hidden from the town. Should their secrets become known it would have destroyed their reputation, their business and turn the town against them. Rebekah, while attempting to endear Soloman to her, discovered the family's secret and the source of their wealth. Buried under their family's mansion on a hill that over-looked the town, the Blackwell's had a huge supply of gold coins in a large vault - pirate gold or so the stories went.
When Rebekah pressed Soloman for a proposal and was rejected, she claimed to have been impregnated by him and turned to the church to force a marriage. The town's church was run by a kind and gentle priest who urged the two families to come together and solve their mutual differences for the sake of Rebekah's unborn child. Soloman continued to refute any claim that he was the father of Rebekah's child though it was her word against his. Months went on and the two families remained embroiled in a war of words as Rebekah's child continued to grow within her belly. Obviously someone had slept with her to conceive a child but there was no way to prove who the father was until the child was born for all Blackwell children were born fair-haired. All of the Flint children had hair the color of walnut dye.
Before the child was born, Rebekah climbed the hill to the Blackwell mansion and urged for Soloman to see her. He would not speak with her nor claim the child and remained distant. The matriarch of the family, Aggatha Blackwell, instructed her to leave the house and never return. Rebekah was shown the door but she refused. She called for the twins, Cyrus and Seth to remove the hysterical woman from the house and to escort her to the gates. The two boys, identical twins, were young but on the verge of becoming men themselves. They easily lifted her and carried her past the threshold and across the grounds to the massive iron gate. Once on the other side of it, they set her down and closed it behind her. She spat insults at the two of them, yelling that she would reveal their secrets to the town of Soloman did not marry her. The twins stood guard at the gate until she had screamed herself hoarse.
Turning, finally, she walked down the hill in tears. She realized the truth of her claim would be born soon and her lie would be revealed. Her rage boiled with every step down the steep hill and a new idea glimmered in the dark corners of her imagination. Quickly she threw herself to the ground and began rolling down the rocky slope of the road that curled up from the town to Blackwell's hill. Screaming as the tiny stones dug into her flesh and smacked her head about she eventually came to a stop at the edge of the town where she was found by a few of the locals. Bruised and battered she claimed that the twins threw her down the hill and threatened to kill her if she ever returned.
The whole of the Flint family instantly screamed for justice as Rebekah's injuries were tended to by the village's only doctor. Later that day, as night was falling in the valley, the doctor informed the Flints that Rebekah's child would probably not survive but she would be fine. The priest cautioned patience and temperance but the Flint's would not have it. One of their own was harmed and the unborn child was dead. They started to rile up their allies in the town - claiming that if the Blackwells treated one of their own in such a manner they would treat any of them the same.
Only one Blackwell spoke out against the growing tide of rage in the town, Amaleth Blackwell, Soloman's twin sister. Amaleth was known to be sort of a bookworm and was known to be the most open, friendly and god-fearing of the Blackwells. She divided her time between the bookseller's shop and the church and was in town while the Flints spread their poison. One voice of reason amidst a sea of paranoia was doing little but fan their flames. The second that one of the Flint's allies held up a burning torch the Priest pulled Amaleth into the church for her own safety. The mob pressed against the doors and screamed for Amaleth to be brought outside for their 'justice'. If Rebekah could be so mistreated at the hands of the Blackwells then Amaleth would be shown the same.
The priest, Martin, told Amaleth to escape through the church's crypt and warn her family. He knew that the town's folk would not be stopped until they found someone to answer for their hate. She left her books on one of the pews, offered Martin a parting kiss and fled below the church. Martin and Amaleth had been friends since he arrived in the town. Both shared a love for books and, in time, for each other. As a priest Martin could not marry and so they kept their feelings out of the town's watchful eyes.
As Amaleth escaped through the church's burial tunnels the mob continued to surge with every hate-filled word from the Flint's patriarch, Jedediah Flint. Rebekah emerged from her sick bed and informed the mob that she witnessed Soloman and the others of the Blackwell family involved in some black ritual and, upon her discovery, was thrown down the hill to keep their secret. Not everyone in the town would have believed such a claim and on any other day they would have dismissed it as the bitter musings of a spurned woman. But the power of the mob is near absolute in its ability to make the implausible - possible. The mob had a new chant to drive them on - for nothing was so powerful as the word 'Witch' to drive people into a near killing frenzy. The townsfolk followed behind 'Jed' as he marched up the road his daughter had been thrown down to the gates of the Blackwell mansion. The iron bars did not last long against a hundred hands pressing against them.
The whole of the Blackwell family was removed from their home and carried down to the town's square to face their collective version of justice. It was never known how the family was taken so easily but each of them were strung up in the town's square to be hung. Rebekah marched out to confront Soloman before the stools were removed. Once again she claimed to be carrying his child and demanded to be married to him - therefore legally entitled to the family's wealth to support their child. The mob called for the priest, Martin, to perform the service but he would not emerge from the church.The doors of the church were broken down as they searched for Amaleth. They would leave none of the Blackwells alive. Martin was drug out of the church but there was no sign of her.
The priest refused to be apart of any of the town's doings and tried to set them free. He rushed to free Aggatha but only had a moment before the mob pulled him off and tied him to a horse post. Jed Flint, as a former ship's captain, declared that he would marry his daughter to Soloman. Without the exchange of vows, Martin screamed, the marriage was not legal in the eyes of the church. The mob, nor Jed, cared much for the permission of the church. The ceremony was short and Rebekah ripped Soloman's ring from his finger to symbolically seal their marriage before she kicked the stool out from under him.
By the next morning the Blackwells were dead - all save one. Amaleth did not make it up to the house before the mob and hid while her family was taken. She snuck back to the church and hid in the crypt after Martin was taken outside to witness the ceremony. In the moment with Aggatha, Martin was told, by her, to protect her daughter at all cost. It was for that reason that he 'accepted' the execution of the others and pretended, for all to see, that their hangings had been justice. All the while he was keeping Amaleth in the church's crypt until he could move her away to safety.
The Flints quickly moved into the Blackwell mansion and proclaimed themselves the right and proper leaders of the town. They spent the next five years tearing the house apart looking for the gold that Rebekah had spied. The vault had been found but it was empty - as though they had known the town would turn against them.
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Each of the Blackwells had in their possession, at the time of their death, an object that was so synonymous with their person that even in death they would not be parted.
1. Aggatha (grandmother)= Cameo Brooch
2. Sivan (grandfather) = Monacle
3. Abbra (mother) =
4. Cygnus (father) =
5. Soloman (eldest brother) = Ring
6. Amaleth (eldest sister) = Ivory-stemmed pen
7. Cyrus (middle brother) = Ring
8. Seth (middle brother) = Ring
9. Aphra (youngest sister) = Doll
10. Samuel (youngest brother) = Wooden Sword
11. Stanwyck (eldest uncle) =
12. Ayala (eldest aunt) =
13. Santon (cousin) =
Wealthy yet benevolent, the Blackwells were often the case of rumor but generally well-liked within the town by all save one family - the Flints. It was said that there came a Flint who planned to wed a Blackwell and would have ended the years of constant feuding that threatened to tear the town in two. Rebekah Flint proclaimed her love for Soloman Blackwell in front of the entire town. It did not matter that he did not share her feelings as she was determined to make Soloman fall in love with her. Whether it was for true love or so that she would gain some of the Blackwell's wealth it was never known but she eventually was able to get close enough to the Soloman to learn some of his family's secrets.
The Blackwells were, each, gifted with magic.
The entire family, all thirteen of them, possessed a talent that made them unique - a fact that was kept hidden from the town. Should their secrets become known it would have destroyed their reputation, their business and turn the town against them. Rebekah, while attempting to endear Soloman to her, discovered the family's secret and the source of their wealth. Buried under their family's mansion on a hill that over-looked the town, the Blackwell's had a huge supply of gold coins in a large vault - pirate gold or so the stories went.
When Rebekah pressed Soloman for a proposal and was rejected, she claimed to have been impregnated by him and turned to the church to force a marriage. The town's church was run by a kind and gentle priest who urged the two families to come together and solve their mutual differences for the sake of Rebekah's unborn child. Soloman continued to refute any claim that he was the father of Rebekah's child though it was her word against his. Months went on and the two families remained embroiled in a war of words as Rebekah's child continued to grow within her belly. Obviously someone had slept with her to conceive a child but there was no way to prove who the father was until the child was born for all Blackwell children were born fair-haired. All of the Flint children had hair the color of walnut dye.
Before the child was born, Rebekah climbed the hill to the Blackwell mansion and urged for Soloman to see her. He would not speak with her nor claim the child and remained distant. The matriarch of the family, Aggatha Blackwell, instructed her to leave the house and never return. Rebekah was shown the door but she refused. She called for the twins, Cyrus and Seth to remove the hysterical woman from the house and to escort her to the gates. The two boys, identical twins, were young but on the verge of becoming men themselves. They easily lifted her and carried her past the threshold and across the grounds to the massive iron gate. Once on the other side of it, they set her down and closed it behind her. She spat insults at the two of them, yelling that she would reveal their secrets to the town of Soloman did not marry her. The twins stood guard at the gate until she had screamed herself hoarse.
Turning, finally, she walked down the hill in tears. She realized the truth of her claim would be born soon and her lie would be revealed. Her rage boiled with every step down the steep hill and a new idea glimmered in the dark corners of her imagination. Quickly she threw herself to the ground and began rolling down the rocky slope of the road that curled up from the town to Blackwell's hill. Screaming as the tiny stones dug into her flesh and smacked her head about she eventually came to a stop at the edge of the town where she was found by a few of the locals. Bruised and battered she claimed that the twins threw her down the hill and threatened to kill her if she ever returned.
The whole of the Flint family instantly screamed for justice as Rebekah's injuries were tended to by the village's only doctor. Later that day, as night was falling in the valley, the doctor informed the Flints that Rebekah's child would probably not survive but she would be fine. The priest cautioned patience and temperance but the Flint's would not have it. One of their own was harmed and the unborn child was dead. They started to rile up their allies in the town - claiming that if the Blackwells treated one of their own in such a manner they would treat any of them the same.
Only one Blackwell spoke out against the growing tide of rage in the town, Amaleth Blackwell, Soloman's twin sister. Amaleth was known to be sort of a bookworm and was known to be the most open, friendly and god-fearing of the Blackwells. She divided her time between the bookseller's shop and the church and was in town while the Flints spread their poison. One voice of reason amidst a sea of paranoia was doing little but fan their flames. The second that one of the Flint's allies held up a burning torch the Priest pulled Amaleth into the church for her own safety. The mob pressed against the doors and screamed for Amaleth to be brought outside for their 'justice'. If Rebekah could be so mistreated at the hands of the Blackwells then Amaleth would be shown the same.
The priest, Martin, told Amaleth to escape through the church's crypt and warn her family. He knew that the town's folk would not be stopped until they found someone to answer for their hate. She left her books on one of the pews, offered Martin a parting kiss and fled below the church. Martin and Amaleth had been friends since he arrived in the town. Both shared a love for books and, in time, for each other. As a priest Martin could not marry and so they kept their feelings out of the town's watchful eyes.
As Amaleth escaped through the church's burial tunnels the mob continued to surge with every hate-filled word from the Flint's patriarch, Jedediah Flint. Rebekah emerged from her sick bed and informed the mob that she witnessed Soloman and the others of the Blackwell family involved in some black ritual and, upon her discovery, was thrown down the hill to keep their secret. Not everyone in the town would have believed such a claim and on any other day they would have dismissed it as the bitter musings of a spurned woman. But the power of the mob is near absolute in its ability to make the implausible - possible. The mob had a new chant to drive them on - for nothing was so powerful as the word 'Witch' to drive people into a near killing frenzy. The townsfolk followed behind 'Jed' as he marched up the road his daughter had been thrown down to the gates of the Blackwell mansion. The iron bars did not last long against a hundred hands pressing against them.
The whole of the Blackwell family was removed from their home and carried down to the town's square to face their collective version of justice. It was never known how the family was taken so easily but each of them were strung up in the town's square to be hung. Rebekah marched out to confront Soloman before the stools were removed. Once again she claimed to be carrying his child and demanded to be married to him - therefore legally entitled to the family's wealth to support their child. The mob called for the priest, Martin, to perform the service but he would not emerge from the church.The doors of the church were broken down as they searched for Amaleth. They would leave none of the Blackwells alive. Martin was drug out of the church but there was no sign of her.
The priest refused to be apart of any of the town's doings and tried to set them free. He rushed to free Aggatha but only had a moment before the mob pulled him off and tied him to a horse post. Jed Flint, as a former ship's captain, declared that he would marry his daughter to Soloman. Without the exchange of vows, Martin screamed, the marriage was not legal in the eyes of the church. The mob, nor Jed, cared much for the permission of the church. The ceremony was short and Rebekah ripped Soloman's ring from his finger to symbolically seal their marriage before she kicked the stool out from under him.
By the next morning the Blackwells were dead - all save one. Amaleth did not make it up to the house before the mob and hid while her family was taken. She snuck back to the church and hid in the crypt after Martin was taken outside to witness the ceremony. In the moment with Aggatha, Martin was told, by her, to protect her daughter at all cost. It was for that reason that he 'accepted' the execution of the others and pretended, for all to see, that their hangings had been justice. All the while he was keeping Amaleth in the church's crypt until he could move her away to safety.
The Flints quickly moved into the Blackwell mansion and proclaimed themselves the right and proper leaders of the town. They spent the next five years tearing the house apart looking for the gold that Rebekah had spied. The vault had been found but it was empty - as though they had known the town would turn against them.
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Each of the Blackwells had in their possession, at the time of their death, an object that was so synonymous with their person that even in death they would not be parted.
1. Aggatha (grandmother)= Cameo Brooch
2. Sivan (grandfather) = Monacle
3. Abbra (mother) =
4. Cygnus (father) =
5. Soloman (eldest brother) = Ring
6. Amaleth (eldest sister) = Ivory-stemmed pen
7. Cyrus (middle brother) = Ring
8. Seth (middle brother) = Ring
9. Aphra (youngest sister) = Doll
10. Samuel (youngest brother) = Wooden Sword
11. Stanwyck (eldest uncle) =
12. Ayala (eldest aunt) =
13. Santon (cousin) =
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Collage: Owl
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| If you were to only use the face of this statue you could easily pick out the 'owl-ness' of the design. I like how it suggests the idea of an owl without saying it. |
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| I like the concept of this design with the wings spread out so that there's an overall circular design. It suggests a connection between the owl and the moon, imo. |
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| The design here looks interesting but is far too busy. I think I would remove all of the feathery bits in the body but keep the eyes and head. It pulls off 'owl' fairly well but as a stamp or design it would be way too hard to make this work IMO. |
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| Great design - if only it was a front-on design it would be perfect. |
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| This little guy is a charm but if you were take off the post at the top and maybe change the feet - there could be something there to work with. |
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| I love the up-swept wings and the tail feathers are working for me as well. I would change the head as it looks almost 'impish' but this is definitely something to consider. I may try and mash things up with this one as a base. |
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| A cool, if overly detailed owl-mask. |
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| Wrong kind of owl but v. cool. |
Friday, July 27, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Character: August Blackwell
August Blackwell is (was) a Tremere of the 9th generation. He is a member of the House of Blackwell, a minor bloodline of the Clan Tremere / Mekhet.
August favored the old tradition of 'branding'. That is, he marked each one of his herd with a specific mark that was widely known among the kindred of the city as 'hands off'.
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