Dane
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Fairest Draconic |
|---|---|
| Court | Spring Court ••• |
| Freehold | Ring of Roses, Atlanta, Ga |
| Player | Wade Jones |
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Overview
Alias(es): The Dane, Wyvern, Dane Edlin
Real Name: Dane Sonnerlin
Age: 57? He looks maybe 40? Who can tell in the Hedge?
Concept: Envoy of Spring. Reformed Bruiser
Entitlement:
Physical description:
Relevant Mechanics: New Identity, Fame 1 (music industry, Atlanta), Mantle 3, Striking Looks 4
Character Livejournal:
Character Information
Mask Dane's a ruffian who's crawled his way out of the gutters. He's tall, with long brown hair and a bit of scruff. He's always got a bit of a babyface, but he's starting to show hints of age. He carries himself fairly well, and is typically outgoing and sociable, always looking to make a new friend or contact. Life around Dane is just more vibrant and full of possibility.
Mein A shade less than he was in Arcadia, a shade more than he was before.
Known History
Basic Timeline: Born and raised in the South (florida and georgia, mostly) in the 50's, Dane had a poor childhood with little to distinguish it from any other poor rural childhood. They played in the streets and ran wild through town as children are wont to do.
He was drafted into the Army during Vietnam and served in the 4th Infantry in Nam. He took the Ivy Division's motto of Steadfast and Loyal to heart and was doing well in the army as long as he didn't think about all the killing. Then The Twilight King came at dusk and took it all away.
The Hedge exacted it's price and left it's mark. They changed him, laced him up in the Wyvern's facade and used him to kill and punish. Somewhere in the middle things gave way in his head until he could start to reconstruct reality for himself.
Current Activities: The Rule of Rose is over in Atlanta and the final days of it were bloody and tense. There were some few of the Summer court still longing for control, but they were rooted out and, if necessary for the freehold, destroyed. In some ways, Dane's just as incapable of moving past that as he of moving past Arcadia, or Nam. He's still living out a day where he's killed a man, or a fetch, or a fellow Lost. But his whole existence now is about having that day end and the next one be better. If not for himself, then for the poor sod just now out of the Hedge.
Everything in Dane's life is aimed at keeping the party going, because Revelry keeps the Fae at bay. Revelry keeps the hounds outside at some other saps door. And so in this house, the party never stops. Not really. Sometimes theres a bastard around that wants to make the party stop for someone else, that can't figure out how to enjoy themselves without causing someone else misery. It's so simple. The Fae try to outdo each other, to be /more/ of whatever. The Lost have to try to keep each other bouyed up, to keep everyone at level best or better. Inevitably, someone fucks it up and we have to go get them. Dane watches for those ones. He watches for the new ones and helps to give them time to make their own choices for once. He watches for the party crashers who are there only to take and never to give.
Maybe it's the Envy that does it. Maybe it's just that he sees them being like the Fae and he knows it wont work, and he wants it so bad he can't let them try for it. Maybe part of him is really just a soldier at heart and he likes to kill. Whatever it is, he prefers not to think of it too much. He'd rather have another drink and taste the desire on that blonde in the corner.
Merit Details: Dane's gained a bit of fame around the atlanta area for being a well connected club owner and promoter. His shows are always packed, and he gets in some of the best artists. Within the rave and club scenes, his fame might well extend to the greater Southeast area, but outside of those circles, it's unlikely to be an issue.
Background:
The Start Youth. Perfection. There is glory and exultation in the running steps of youth. The unflinching headlong rush, heedless of consequence and meaning. It isn't that those feet have thought and regarded the future and thrown it out. no, they have not even conceived of the beauty possible when the human form trips, or spins, and falls out of it's natural orbit to the unmoving earth beneath it. Those feet don't care. They simply run for the joy and love of it. They move ever forward. Sometimes, though, it is as if the hells of the hedge were hot on their heels. Sometimes.
Hot summers resulted in a childhood hiding in the shadowed branches of the great old trees out back. Down the road at Bills house, or the rare day in Emily's family room where they had a host of fans to make it seem like the gale winds of our imagined North. Lazy days, those were, wasting time in our youth in the South. I remember that boy. He had no cares and no hopes yet. He dreamed lazy dreams and just trusted that they were possible. Sometimes they even were. Sometimes.
Leaves change and start to fall as life winds down to it's earthborn end. Teens struggle and tear at each other like animals trapped together. Hormones pushing them to fight, to fuck, to move as if life depended on it. The car sprints down the road and it never feels fast enough. The crazed momentum down a deserted road whips the air across cheeks and neck. Night driving leaves a burn on the face, a flush in the skin and the heart. The road goes on forever and so does hope. Sometimes there is a tic of the mind that whispers in the wind - tomorrow might not come. But only Sometimes.
Winter doesn't feel like winter anymore. A Black Lottery comes forth and finds that car, that lazy dream, those quick running feet. That Black Lottery drives it all into hell and the setting sun. The twilight places where morals cease and death is no longer an afterthought. That Black Lottery changes everything. The Ivy Division has called it's own and they must serve until the Twilight King takes his due. Sometimes the young men in Vietnam get away from the Twilight King. Sometimes.
Not this Time.
Motley
The Family
- Parthena - "Goddamn Winter are usually such sticks in the mud, but Parthena's good peeps. She's got a solid head on her shoulders and if she says something needs doing - you might as well just go along with it the first time. Saves you a lot of headaches and pain."
- David "Gilded" Manning - "One of the better remnants of the Summer Court in Atlanta. David's one of the good guys."
- Tommy Blue -"I swear to god I hung out all night one time with Tommy and didn't realize it until she traced a razor across some drunks cheek. The sound of her voice made me think of all the bad things and I knew I was safer where I was than anywhere else in the world. I still wake up sweating at the thought."
- Joss Whitney - I'm glad I got to know him after he came to Spring. Joss in Summer would have been a bear in hell.
- Mira Blade -
Allies
- The Morning - "Breakfast and solid conversation... priceless."
- Race - "One of the best damn guys to have your side in a fight. Just make sure he's /always/ on your side.."
- Gryphon - "A better person than I in so many things. Bless her for speaking reason to the Man instead of violence to the Blood."
- Holly Poppet - "Holly understands Desire like children understand lying. She couldn't tell you the difference if she tried - it's all just her."
Enemies
- The Twilight King - He opened up a hole in the world and pulled me through. He won't get a second chance
- The Brothers Three - The bastards had me standing out there playing watchdog over their horde. Tricked the lizard brain into believing it was my own horde, my own pets. They made me more creature than man, and I hate them for it.
Character Inspirations
Tom Stall - A History of Violence
Soundtrack
Quotes
"Lotsa folk say that those who fight are Summer's Children. That's bullshit, anybody can fight the good fight, it don't matter the season or the seeming. You want proof? Dane is it, I don't care that he's different from me, when shit goes sideways I know what he is most of all. My brother in arms." - Horace "Race" Ardent
"Ha. Well, Dane sure isn't my brother in arms. And I'm a much luckier girl for it. They are some great arms." - Laurel Thorn
"Fast fingers picked the flowers, crushed the fruit, and stopped the bottles. The borders were within sight of us and were were in sight of the twinkling eye of Dane. He was a creature, as we all were, but his enthusiasm chafed like chains." - Johan Gambrys
"Dane hears the pulse ... brother's got a righteous way about him, but he needs more sleep!" - Joey Shears
"I feel metal in him. Is it swords? Coins? Chains? Can't tell." - Renn
"I like Dane, he doesn't make me feel stupid." - Gilded
"He is remarkably resourceful and level-headed for his sort. Though anyone who can be so blasted convivial after a full night's carousing AND without a lick of coffee? It...confounds just as it impresses." - Parthena
"No, Dane and I get along fine, actually. Better than you might think. I just...prefer not to be around him, given the choice. The rest isn't really any of your business." - Zoe Edwards
"Dane is a reflection of me should you look into the looking glass. He is strong where I am weak. He proves that desire can carry a blade." ~ Joss Whitney
"I don't remember the whole sex, drugs and rock-n-roll thing, but that's how Dane's energy hits you when you first meet him ... just without the hangover and chemical addiction that'll get you fired from that 9-5 you insist you can't leave. Best thing is? The mellow morning coffee Dane is just as intoxicating." ~ Holly Poppet
"The Great Dane...mean bite, loud bark, and big enough to ride. All that a girl could want. His neon green leash is annoying though. Be free little doggy, be free!" - Touch
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Categories: Atlanta | Fairest | Draconic | Spring Court | The Morning
