Adam Canes
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Elemental Manikin |
|---|---|
| Court | Winter Court |
| Freehold | TBD |
| Player | Erik Uriarte |
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Overview
Alias(es): None
Real Name: Forgotten
Location: Northern California (Precise Coordinates TBD)
Age: Mid 30's. Appears mid-to-late 50's
Seeming: Elemental
Kith: Manikin
Court: Winter
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Sloth
Concept: Homeless Incarnation of Wealth
Mask:
Mien:
Personality and Quirks:
Character Livejournal:
History
Basic Timeline: Abducted December 2000. Returned 2002
Current Activities:
Background:
Before he was taken, the man now known as Adam was a bit of a savant on the trading floor of the Pacific Stock Exchange. Never really cared about the wealth, just really loved the process of making the money. If the din of the traders and brokers on the floor were music, he just had the uncanny ability to know how to dance to it, no matter the tempo, rhythm, or melody. He lost everything in the Tech-crash of 2000, due to his wife spending all the money he made before that. In less than a week, he was homeless, destitute, and without friends or family to go to. Looking for a warm place to sleep, the Others took him from the Hedge in Golden Gate Park.
Chained to a furnace in the cellar of his Keeper's estate, he was "employed" as a money counter, mindlessly counting and stacking piles of fae gold. For a man used to the semi-chaotic ebb and flow of the symphony that was stock trading, this pure numerical science was torture. That is, it was metaphorical torture. His Keeper also supplied a healthy amount of the real stuff for little or no reason, on a regular basis. Sometimes, the furnace would get so hot, the gold would fuse with flesh already made raw from the beatings and abuse. After a decade and a half, his being was fully suffused with the precious metal. It was then his Keeper took him out of the cellar and on outings to Market.
Though the chain to the furnace was always there, the farther from his Keepers estate he was taken, the thinner it would get, as though it would sacrifice thickness for an infinite length. However, one day, Adam, beaten, broken, and almost completely subsumed to his Master's will, heard a familiar sound among the alien hustle and bustle of the fae market. Deep within the cacophony of the haggling, auctioning, buying, and selling of the market, he could swear he could hear a familiar song. Over the years, it would grow louder and more distinct. He would feel something deep within him struggling to get out. Finally, on a day almost 30 years after he was taken, the song that only he could hear took him over, and he began to dance. He looked down, and saw no more chain to his Keeper's Furnace. He looked around, and saw no Keeper anywhere in the crowds of Fae and Slaves. He heard a bell. A bell that hadn't rung out in his ears in 3 decades, coming from a path in the thorns of the Hedge he had never noticed before. Without a moment's thought... he ran.
March 22nd, 2002. 1:30pm.
Adam emerged back across the Hedge in a portal well known to him. One that he had stepped though hundreds of times a year for many years. With the last and final closing bell behind him, he emerged from the doorway of the Pacific Stock Exchange on the day it shut its doors for good. For him, that was the day the music died. Though Gone for only 2 years in our world, the 3 decades he had aged in Fairie snapped a few things within him. He could only see the music of the market like a musician could see it on a page. But he didn't know how to play anymore. He had lost his ability to dance. He was homeless now. An irony as he was suffused with such a precious substance, but unable to use it. After all, our modern world treats gold as just another commodity. Money is not tied to it. One can't go into a store and by clothes with it, food with it, or shelter with it. One can't even buy or sell it without a license. He was precious, but no one wanted him.
Inspirations
The 1983 Dan Ackroyd/Eddie Murphy Movie "Trading Places"
Associations & Associates
Soundtrack
Quotes
- mutters to himself... but if he takes the fruit to market he could probably get 3 G's per share but it'll drive supply up and the commission might notice and that wouldn't be good at all because it'll depress market share and drive the index wild and we don't want any of them to come down here and investigate 'cause they'll want to take us back for questioning so he should just hold on for another fiscal quarter when activity is low and sell short when no one's watching...
Rumors
Contact
Name: Erik Uriarte, US2003021265
Email: adam.canes@gmail.com
I'm looking for character ties to anyone who may have known or helped Adam in his transition back to human life. Anyone who works with homeless, or anyone who may have paid him some heed and become rich off of his advice are welcome.
I'm also looking for people interesting in an IC group that I'm trying to start the High Guild of the Pochteca.
