David Burke
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Darkling Moonborn |
|---|---|
| Court | Winter Court ••••• |
| Freehold | Ring of Roses |
| Player | Sean Harley |
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Overview
Alias(es): Davie
Real Name: David Burke
Age: 17
Concept: Drug-addled HIV positive teenage psychopath
Entitlement: None
Physical description: Just about whatever he wants it to be.
Character Information
Known History
Basic Timeline:
Current Activities:
Living homeless on the streets of Atlanta, stealing drugs for his personal use, killing other people's fetches.
Merit Details:
None
Background:
Brothers are strange odd things. They usually view one another as competitors, they are often angry, spiteful and hateful toward one another without understanding why or how, and at the same time, they often share a bond of family that leads them to defend one another without a full understanding of why they feel compelled to do so.
In viewing young David's life it's important to focus on the gaps. The gaps created by time, the gaps created by arcadia, and the gaps created by the drug abuse to himself. The earliest memories David has are those of his brother. His brother tossing him into the air and catching him, his brother tickling him and letting himself get tickled back as they wrestled on the floor, playing his and seek with his brother, His brother chasing him around the yard. There are memories of his parents there as well, flickers of dinner times, grocery shopping, Christmas mornings and the like. But for the most part his parents were happy to leave the two to play together and bond and become close. He was born in 1994 when his brother was 12. He was 4 when his brother was 16, which is when his earliest memories go back to. He was 6 when he was taken by the fae.
Despite all of their closeness his brother really only had one rule. Don't go into his room when he wasn't there. But accidents happen as they often do. He was playing hide and seek with the brother but was unable to find him. Searching the entire house he wondered where he could be. He thought was a dirty trick it would be to hide in the room he wasn't supposed to go in. But if he was there it wasn't really breaking the rules was it?
Unfortunately for David, his brother wasn't in his room, his brother hadn't been in his room for a long time. His brother had been replaced by a fetch previously and the fetch had spent a good amount of time helping raise care and play with him. The fetch had spent a good deal of time cultivating him into exactly what his master wanted from a new slave. All he needed to do was break this one fragile little rule, and now and behold, he did. Ironically it would be this same cultivation, remembered in a different light bud avid, that brought him back from Fae. Where the fetch saw disguised physical training and mental training, David saw a loving brother who cared for him and loved him and whom he loved back. It was these poor illusory memories that were his lifeline back to the real world during his escape.
His time in Arcadia is a jumble to him. What memories he might have had have been destroyed by his mind. Thrown into a big mixing pot with hallucinations, nightmares, imaginings, stories, and whatnot. So while most have little to no memory of their time in Arcadia, he has too many memories. Too many memories for one lifetime, too many memories for seven lifetimes. His memories of the place are such a jumbled mess, diluted by nightmares and self imaginings of other people's snippets of memories that the he's be hard pressed to even recognize his keeper should he come across it.
He returned from the hedge at age 10, tattered, injured, scared, alone, and confused. Perfectly normal for most. Unfortunately he was in a world he barely recognized, confused and scared. When he first got back he ran. He ran until his feet would no longer carry him and his legs refused to move. He crawled to the nearest patch of shadow that felt like home and slept.
Over the next few days he tried to get his head together, this time is the most together his head would ever be again. He eventually wandered into the homeless community the next day. They were bedraggled confused and much like him they didn't ask questions and tried to take pity on him. Unfortunately for him one of the ways this pity manifested was in the form of sleep aids. Drugs of all forms manifested to help him sleep soundly and keep down the screams of nightmares.
As the week went by he slowly began to regain his bearings. He remembered the city Atlanta. The memories were fuzzy less clear than when he had just come back but they were still very strong. He was after some help from the downtown library able to find his old house. A quick Marta ride and a few blocks walk later he was back at the house he grew up in. He knew time had passed. He knew he wasn't the same. He couldn't tell quite how much though. He climbed up the side of his house to his window in the evening. As he did so he had an odd feeling about him. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps destiny, or perhaps it was simply being too close to a creature he never knew replaced him. As he climbed into his old room he found thing much as he barely remembered them. There was a pile of junk on his bed for some reason, but his brother was the one he really came here to see. But when he opened the door to his brother's room. Not being foolish enough to enter this time, his brother was not there. Where was he? Where was his brother? That's when he heard something behind him. He heard it. Standing in the doorway was the junk on his bed. It shambled and moved and he could see it under him. He could see it and he could see himself. He could feel the razor wire in it cut into his hands and bend and snap. He could hear the cries for help and mercy, but he could not bring himself to stop. As he the pile finally stopped moving as he heard a scream from behind him. Down the hallway there was a woman looking at him and screaming. He remembered her, or he thought he did, or was she a pile of junk too? She approached him screaming. Why was she screaming. Who was she? Why did he know her? He pulled the junk into the room and locked the door before she could reach him. He was still confused. Why was there so much blood on his hands and where was all the blood inside the junk coming from. He piled the junk into a laundry bag that was in the handy and thought about what to do. As he looked around the room he saw the mirror and realized what he looked like. He was all silver and gooey looking. No wonder that woman had screamed. That woman, who was she? Was she a woman? What did she look like. As he focused on her his features distorted and changed to fit that of the woman. Was that his mother? Why did he look like this? Why did the m9rror show a head sticking out of the laundry bag instead of a pile of junk? There were sounds of beating against the door and screams. He climbed back out the window. He desired not to be seen and lo' he wasn't seen. He faded into the background of the world for a time and to this day the mystery the child who snuck in and murdered little David Burke is still unsolved.
As time went on he come more to terms with his abilities and his life. He stopped depending on charity and started actively his sleep meds. Before he knew it he was face down in the gutter once a week and pick pocketing, impersonating, and living the high life of a junkie on the streets. Eventually the constant drug use started to take its toll on his sanity and his clarity. He found himself awakening in the hedge with no idea how he had gotten there. He would sometime disappear in there for months at a time before being able to find his way out. He found the body of his fetch, still carried with him, talking to him, saying horrible things that would force him to kill it again and again. Slowly he became a gibbering mess, with only brief moments of true clarity to realize what he had done and what he had become and to mourn his change appropriately. Eventually he was found by the winter court. He was invisible to eyveryone. No one noticed the homelss on the street, but everyone felt a little sorry when they had to lie and tell them thye had no change because they knew drugs would be bought with it. He had spend his life hiding from any and all dangers presented. Soon after they found him in January of 2005 he was inducted into the Winter court.
Allies
"Allies are friends. They are people you have frequent contact with. They engender trust and loyalty. They are a liability and will lead the Others to you. Allies are for fools who think that someday they will stop being hunted. Allies are for those who wish to be caught. Their only real purpose is to run slower than you should the Others happen to be chasing you both"
Enemies
"The Others and their servants are the only true enemies, everything else is just sniping and tempers. If you've done something to make a person consider you an enemy you've done something extremely foolish, like letting yourself get caught in the act or leaving evidence that links you to the crime."
Character Inspirations
SERE 2007
Marius from Diablo 2
Artful Dodger from Oliver Twist
Trainspotting
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Bill Lee from Naked Lunch
Various aspects of various characters in Requiem for a Dream
The Little Match Girl
Soundtrack
Hurt – Johnny Cash's remake
Streets of Philadelphia – Bruce Springsteen
Another Day in Paradise – Phil Collins
Comfortably Numb – Pink Floyd
God of Wine – Third Eye Blind
Three Libras – A Perfect Circle
My Give a Damn’s Busted – Jo Dee Messina
Black Balloon – Goo Goo Dolls
Deception – The Cruxshadows
Frozen – Within Temptation
Ballad of the Boy in Red Shoes – Elton John
Sweating Bullets - Megadeth
Torn - Natalie Imbruglia
End of the Innocence - Don Henley
Black Parade - My Chemical Romance
Teenagers - My Chemical Romance
Home - Chris Daughtry
Down With the Sickness - Disturbed
I Wanna Feel Something - Trace Atkins
Love Me if you Can - Toby Keith
Little Things - Bush
Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas
Waterfalls - TLC
Suicide is Painless - Johnny Mandel and Mike Altman
Shame - Stabbing Westward
The Unforgiven - Metallica
Streets of Gold - Ruth Pointer
In a Little While - Uncle Kracker
Brother - Toad the Wet Sprocket
Last Resort - Papa Roach
Quotes
- "Yes, I'm hiding. That doesn't mean I'm frightened. It means I'm smart."
- "Of course just because it doesn't mean I'm frightened doesn't mean I'm stupid enough not to be frightened."
- "Brave enough kid, went into the Hedge after information when we needed him to. Makes him okay in my book." - Gilded
- "When I see his face drop away, there's quicksilver underneath. Mercury. Shapeless, difficult to work with, and poisonous." - Renn
- "You don't get him?" Head cocks to the side. "Funny. He makes sense to me." - Aurora Kippelin
- "He's a nice young man but unfortunate. How he manages the world while he manages the World, I do not know. But his strength is as impressive as his intellect. Never underestimate him. He's a survivor, that one." - Parthena
- Rocky keeps calling him "Rat"...it think "Ferret" is more appropriate. Either way, he's twitchy. - Jingle
- "David? You would not understand but I will try anyway. I do not feed his addiction with my drugs and my toys. I feed a hatred deep within his heart. I fan the fire that glows within his icey soul so he can see past the sorrow of his life and grasp for something beyond his pain. I help him see that he is not still lost and alone. I show him there are others who have much bigger holes to fill. " - Joss Whitney
- "They talk about him behind his back and talk about the smelly bag he carries; they never complain about the smell of the blow or smack they consume at my penthouse, though, and he never complains about what I give him in return for the supply." ~ Holly Poppet
- "Is there a person in there behind all the drugs and denial? 'Cause I didn't see one at all." - Hannah
- I have never met a more talented, or more insightful, young man. It will be such a shame when they find him dead in a gutter. - Mallory Schadenfreude
- "He gave me some grey powder and I really liked the grey powder and it made everything really fun and interesting for a while but then people didn't like me taking the grey powder so I promised to stop.....Then they gave me happy pills and I really liked the happy pills..." - Calliope
- "......" - Yew
- Certainly a helpful and resourceful young man, albeit it a little odd. - Captain Adonis Von Catterwaul
Rumors
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