Eleanor Quinn
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Fairest Flowering |
|---|---|
| Court | Summer Court ••• |
| Freehold | Dormant Fire |
| Player | Diana |
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Overview
Real Name: Eleanor Quinn
Age: Born in 1881, appears to be in her late 20s or early 30s, if a face as ageless as hers can have an apparent age
Concept: Social Warrior
Entitlement:
Physical description: Eleanor is exquisitely beautiful. She has lavender eyes and brown-bronze hair with purple streaks in it. Her skin has a hint of golden metallic glitter, with a few patches of actual metallic glints. They never seem to move, but if you look away and look back, you will find that they have shifted position. The sweet scent of flowering vines follows her. The closest thing in the mortal world to the scent is honeysuckle. If you view her mantle, you will see orange petals and honeysuckle blossoms swirling around her on a hot, dry wind, and even at night, she looks as though she is standing in the sun.
Relevant Mechanics: Striking Looks (4)
Character Information
Known History
Basic Timeline: Born 1879 Taken by the Fae 1904 Found in the Hedge near Portland, OR 2004
Current Activities: Living in Portland, OR, Eleanor is currently working to gather resources and status in mortal society.
Merit Details:
Background: Eleanor was taken around 1904 and returned almost exactly 100 years later. She was in her early 20s when she was taken and did not apparently age while she was gone, which is not to say she did not change.
Ms. Eleanor Quinn was a young woman of fairly high social standing. Her life looked bright in the Spring of 1904. She was well-known in the local social circuit for her beauty, grace, and charm. Her parties were always the best, and she entertained the guests with her words and the dainty treats she prepared. People made connections and played politics, not minding Eleanor's gentle persuasion that her guests mingle and see things her way.
She was not all sweetness, though. Woe to any who should cross her or cause disturbance at her affairs, though. Ms. Quinn had a temper, and her presence was quite intimidating.
She had a beau that she loved, Bobby, and was always welcome at the best parties for her with, charm, and beauty. She and Bobby planned to marry in a few years, and she looked forward to a happy life with him and the family they would share.
All of that changed when she was taken to Arcadia.
At the edge of a party she went outside for some air, into a lovely garden of night-blooming flowers. Shadows chased her, ripping at her gown, running her in circles until she lost all sense of direction. The manicured garden took on a forboding aspect, becoming wilder, more sinister, as the hunters harried her into Arcadia and the arms of her keeper.
Her keeper saw her beauty and felt the need to enhance it. He turned her into a golden statue with strands of amethyst in her hair and jewels decorating her body. Periodically, when the mood suited him, he would wander by and change her: move the jewels, change her position, alter the shades of bronze or gold on her skin, create textures...whatever suited his whim at the time.
He displayed her on a pedestal in The Garden, in a place where the sun always shone on her, making her gleam during the day, and the moon and stars made her glow at night. A flowering vine with purple flowers and heavenly perfume was wound around her body, training up her. It was her job to see that it was cared for properly, as well as see to its food.
This vine was of a particularly bloodthirsty sort. Disgraced Changelings and fallen enemies of the Fae that ruled Eleanor's section of the garden would be brought to the foot of her pedestal for the vine to feed upon. The plant did not eat quickly, or kindly. Its thorns would dig into the flesh of its victims, sedating them and poisoning them. It couldn't pierce Eleanor's metal skin, but if her Keeper or the vine was displeased, it would squeeze and choke her painfully. So Eleanor tended the captives, giving them food and water as she was directed. To the Changelings she also offered a merciful death. After the first few died under the vines torture, it seemed all she could do. Once the vine had dug in its thorns, only the Keeper could free the captives. To this day, Eleanor has nightmares of her golden hand covering the nose and mouth of Changelings, giving them relief from the pain. This small resistance was all she could give, but she took solace that she was denying the Fae their measure of pain. As bad as the mercy killings were, though, the ones that refused were worse, and the very worst were the ones that she could not kill, not matter how hard she tried, even as they begged her to do so.
Appearances matter in the land of the Fae, though. After a while, Eleanor's beauty was no longer in style. She was dated, last season's fashion, and no more use to her Keeper. When that time came, he flung her bodily out of Arcadia, and she landed in the hedge.
Almost exactly 100 years had passed in the realm of mortals when a Darkling named Valentine was out gathering goblin fruit in the hedge. He came upon an extremely fertile patch, and as he began to harvest, he realized that there was a beautiful woman tangled and unconscious in the thorns at the center of it. He pulled her out of the hedge and took her back to his Hollow where he lived with his motley. He and the others nursed her back to health, guided her through the confusion of her sudden return, and helped orient her to this new place and time. They helped her cope with the rage that she felt when she realized her situation. She had found a Motley, or perhaps they had found her. Either way, she became quite fond of her friends in the Favored Sons of Mercury. They trained her to survive, both passing as a modern woman and defending herself. Under Valentine's tutelage, she became a very skilled shot, even learning how to clean her own firearms after she used them. She returned the favor by learning to cook and can the goblin fruit that her Motley-mates found.
One hundred years later everyone she knew was long dead. She couldn't find anyone to ask about what had happened to her Fetch or Bobby, but records showed that both had died childless and alone. Her belief is that the Fetch messed up the relationship with Bobby, broke his heart, and ruined both their lives. She blames the Fae for taking her and leaving the stupid Fetch to make a mess of her life, for stealing the family and love and future that were rightfully hers.
Her belief is that the best defense against the True Fae is a strong offense, and she means to influence the Changelings of the area to this view. Many of the Summer warriors think with their weapons rather than their wits, and she provides balance to that, directing and encouraging them as best she can.
Motley
Favored Sons of Mercury
Allies
Enemies
Quotes
"Summer doesn't mean stupid."
"The best defense is a good offense."
"We need to find the true Fae, kill them, cut them into pieces and fling the parts back over the Hedge into Arcadia as a warning to all who would come after us. Perhaps a catapult would be in order..."
"Summer aflame? Aye, we burn bright. See that our heat doesn't melt you. As for being suited elsewhere, I am afraid that I have attitudes that would quite appall the more temperate Courts. I suspect that comments such as "threaten my friend and Motley-mate again and I will cut out your deceitful tongue" would not win me friends among the courts of sorrow, fear, and desire. Fortunately, I can temper my remarks in mixed company."
When asked about cell phones: "I try not to think about it too much, I just accept that they work."
Rumors
- Eleanor's not really Summer, that's just a great illusion; under that firey exterior lies a Winter's ice princess.
- There's something she wants, very badly - so badly, she's ready to slip into Spring without even realizing it.
- There's no way Eleanor's as old as she says she is. She just wants to intimidate people by seeming that old.
