Cypher

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Seeming	Fairest Draconic
Court	Spring Court Template:Pendingdots
Freehold	Neon Freehold
Player	Daniel Liswood

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Overview

Alias(es): Cypher

Real Name:

Age: Aprrently 21

Concept: To build a new life from Sticks Entitlement:

The Mask: D stands just under 6ft, his brown hair is impossibly curly, and his skin is too pale. His piercing eyes look through you. He favors dark velvet and like sot wear fairy wings, for the sher thrll of it.

""The Seeming" his skin looks scaled, his eyes slanted, his hiar wirthing. And a soft, constant hissing sound

Relevant Mechanics: Fame 1 Mantle: pending

Character Livejournal: Not yet

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Character Information

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My Story

What is there to know, really? I was taken. But that isn’t the story you want to hear. You want to know who I am, right? Well it works like this. I was 17, young, in love, my whole life ahead of me. It wasn’t that I lacked problems; I just had a good life, good girlfriend, and a good family. I had friends; my teachers liked me. I had a scholarship to Yale. I was going to be somebody. I had the world on a string. Then shit happened, I guess. It was our graduation party; a bunch of fresh High School graduates, with booze, no supervision, celebrating the most momentous occasion of our lives. My girl, Sarah, bless her heart, wanted to be ‘experimental’. She and I and some girl that she had just met, I didn’t know her, I assumed her to be a friend of someone’s there, all went up to the vacant master bedroom. And then I was not there anymore. I had gone over the Hedge, you could say. I found myself in a bare Spartan cell with this other girl. I found quickly that this person, 'Amara, the Patroness , enslaved me. She was a Patron of the arts, and she found my dramatic interpretation of Poe’s ‘Raven’ to her liking. I was given a simple task, narrate her plays, and perform Epics at her command. I spent 6 years in this prison. Eventually, I was not just the narrator, but also a player myself. Often being put into roles like “Agamemnon” and “Jason”. The longer I was there, the more I began to be influenced by this false life. My skin began turning pale, my eyes began to glow, and my hair began to writhe. They tell me that one could hear hisses near me and that I was ‘draconic’. They told me a lot of things. There were others like me there, authors, actors, and artists all. We performed in her phantasmagoric theatre. We performed for her amusement, and occasionally that of others of the ‘fair folk’. All of us were taken; all of us were cutoff from our families. We had only each other. Actually, I had someone else… Through all of this hell, all that kept me going, all that let me deal, the only true reality I had was a simple photograph of my dear, sweet Sarah. It was just a simple headshot, like the one in the yearbook, her golden locks, radiant in the afternoon sun. I spent many hours staring at this picture. Friends I had there thought I would lose myself in the battered, colored paper. Amara, the Patroness noticed the hissing about my body. And she had an idea. She would have the legendary journeys of Perseus. Complete with the beheaded Medusa, complete with my death. This wouldn’t be the first time she had ordered one of us to die for the sake of her performance. This also wouldn’t be the first time one of us would kill another. So great was our fear of her. To save myself I convinced her favorite brewer to make a special concoction for her and all of her guards in celebration of whatever holiday engendered my death. That night, while the Fae were all passed out drunk, I fled. And so, you say, that is how I got here, hiding out from a drunken Fae, but low, that is not the end. I got back to the world, the world that we know at least. I wanted to find my friends, my family, and my love. I wanted my life back. I was out in the city, far from home. I bought a bus ticket, and while I waited a read a magazine. I saw my face, but nor my face, and my name, I was important. Someone else had my life. And they lived it better than me. I did not go home then, instead I went to see Sarah, dear beautiful Sarah. I came to her house, late at night I woke her, by throwing stones at her window, the way I have always done. The light came on, she looked our, and then the lights were off again. I began to leave, sadly, but before I could go more than ten steps, arms were around me, and a rear filled face was pressed into my shoulder. Sarah had missed me. We stood there, in the night, on the street, holding each other, crying to be embraced by the other after so much time. And now you say, I started my life over with my beloved Sarah, but not quite, nowhere near, actually. While I held her, Sarah begged for my forgiveness for letting me be taken by Amara, the Patroness , She was the replacement of someone else who was taken, and she had lured me into that trap. She could see me as I was and so, too, did I learn I could see her. The saddest part of all, though, is that this fetch, was the woman I had loved, not who she replaced, but the fetch herself. She bid me go and never return, or the Fae would find me and I would be taken back over the Hedge. After those 6 years of hell, I spent a single blissful night in the arms of my love. I mastered myself to stay away hot a week. I returned just in time to see another girl, a changeling like myself, kill her. It seemed someone was angry about her lost life…

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