Fancy MacRoche
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Ogre Witchtooth |
|---|---|
| Court | Spring Court • |
| Freehold | Richmond, VA |
| Player | Brenna Beattie |
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Overview
Location:Richmond, VA
Age: 25
Seeming: Ogre
Kith: Witchtooth
Court: Spring
Virtue: Justice
Vice: Wrath
Concept: Roller Derby Babe
Physical description: Fancy MacRoche is a big, cheerful flirt of a girl. She's five feet and nine inches of pure muscle and charm, with broad shoulders and legs like a pin-up. She dresses like a dirty schoolgirl, pigtails, button-down shirts, ties and bright plaid skirts and usually has a bandaid on some exposed patch of skin. Her mask shows her as a big, athletic, redhead with a bright grin, one blue eye and one green, and long, manicured nails. There's a tattoo on her left breast of a red pentacle.
Underneath, her hair is bloodstained and her nails are claw-like, matching a warm, fanged grin. Her muscular build is even more pronounced, she has the look of a modern-day Amazon, and her skin has a faint greenish tint. The tattoo is a brand or has possibly been cut into her flesh. Her blue eye is a weird electric blue, while her green one is foxfire green.
History
Background
Just what are YOU staring at, punk? You want a piece of MacRoche? Sure, laugh. Go ahead. Yeah, you read the nametag, right. Fancy MacRoche.
No, that's not my name, not really anyway. It WAS Molly. Molly Kay MacBain, the youngest of Mr. MacBain's rough-raised brats. There were seven of us and me the only girl. I grew up in a little mining town in the Blue Ridge. Last I heard, it was empty. Everyone's gone now, except a few raccoons and a pack of feral dogs. But, back in 1974, when I was born, it was packed.
I wasn't too prissy as a kid. I ripped more frocks than a whore rips panties, and I picked fights with anything that didn't run. I was a terror on the playground and my Mama gave herself rugburn wringing her hands over how her baby girl was turning out. If only she'd known.
When I was twelve, Mama died of a heart attack. Two years later, the mine caved in and took my Da with it. Daniel, my big brother, quit school to raise us and, before long, so did I. See, Mama told me once that boys need a girl's hand or they fall apart at the seams. So, I cooked and cleaned up after six boys and taught myself from watching tv and reading any book I could sneak out of the library. Not that I learned anything worth knowing, but how many fancy white-collar housewives can say they know how to keep deer out of a vegetable garden or where to aim when shooting rock salt at a frisky boy's ass.
By seventeen, I was alone at home. I was pretty enough and sometimes Danny would send me twenty bucks for groceries. I got a job waiting tables and chasing drunks out with a skillet, plus I could lie well enough and looked enough like 21. I got good at slapping roaming hands and holding my liquor. I guess that was how I got into this crap. I was in Jamie Cleaver's pickup, drunk as a skunk and nursing a sore scalp. Seems Jamie had Alice Parsons fooled into thinking she was going home with him that night. I remember he pulled over and started getting friendly. Too friendly. I kneed him in the nuts and decided to walk home. There was a firepit and some hippies, or at least, I thought they were hippies. They offered me a drink and I figured, Hell, it's a cold night, why not?
When my head stopped pounding, I was in a swamp. I was wet, cold, naked and surrounded by huge men and women. They kicked me around a bit and handed me over to a big old bitch they called “Cooky”. He threw me in the pond and made me stay there until I caught something. If I didn't have anything by sundown, I was going in the cookpot. I got lucky. I managed to grab some kind of huge catfish and got to get out. They chained me to a rock. Right as it was going in the stew, it started screaming for help like anybody else. They tossed the scraps to me. I couldn't eat it at first, but I learned how.
I didn't bother keeping track of time. I learned to eat what turned out to be people. I changed. I was always a big girl, but I was huge, now. When other helpers came along, I fought them for the chance to catch the first fish of the day. I grew claws and sharp teeth to fight with and the blood got in my hair and turned it red.
They sold me to some old hag living in a swamp. Old bitch was like something out of a nightmare or a story from Mama when you got smart, all black hog tusks and greasy black hair, with black dagger nails. They called her “Annie Blackfang” and got out of there fast. She called me “Sow” and taught me where to find her hedge fruit and bits of what she needed for her rotten-smelling stews. I wish I'd paid more attention to what she did. Could've been damn useful. But it's hard to pay attention when you're getting the shit beat out of you with a giant's leg bones.
That was the way it was for a while. Get up, get beat, go out, pick fruit, feed the white pig in the yard, wait 'till Annie took her nap, talk to the pig, get beat again, bottle the day's work, get beat one more time, go to bed, lather, rinse, repeat. Then, one day, I got sick of it. She caught me talking to the pig and got ready to pound on me with her legbone cane, I grabbed it out of her hand and hit her with it. I kept going, till she was a gory mess on the ground. Then, I opened the pig pen and chased the old white monster out, running for the river. Apparently, death is only a minor inconvenience to Annie Blackfang, 'cause the old bitch chased after me 'till I hit the water.
There were sharp rocks and eels with teeth like thorns. But I got out and landed in my front yard. But I was looking at me, the me I would have been. I was sitting on the porch, drunk on my ass, with bleach-blond hair and a lycra belt that MIGHT have been called a skirt in some backwards land. She looked like thirty years of pure hell. I think when I snapped her neck, I did the poor bitch a favor. I did me a favor by lighting the place and getting the hell out of the mountains. I went east.
I don't know how long I walked, but eventually, I ended up in Richmond. Here I was, wandering the street, wrapped in an old plaid tablecloth, hungry, cold, and tired, when some asswipe with a knife tried to force me on to the concrete for a little somethin'-somethin'. Maybe I remembered Jamie, or maybe those monsters who tried to toughen me up to sell by any means, but something made me snap. So I grabbed a two-by-four off the ground and beat the living shit out of him.
That's how Faylin found me, beating this guy to a pulp. He made me stop before I killed him and, I'm sorry to say, I was so drunk with fury, I tried to bite him. Lucky for me, he didn't take it personal. Faylin never did say what he did with that guy, though he keeps mentioning “barbecue” and I'm not sure roaches can scream that loud.
He told me Sow was no proper name, and that I couldn't be Molly Kay anymore. So, now, I'm Fancy. I know what I want. I know who I am. I know who's got my back. Now, you gonna order something, sugar doll or are you just gonna stare at my ass all night?
Short Timeline:
Short timeline of Fancy MacRoche:
October 9th, 1974 - Molly Kay MacBain born to Orville and Suzannah MacBain
July 1986 - Suzannah MacBain dies of a heart attack
January 1988 - A coal mine collapse kills Orville MacBain. Daniel Orville MacBain takes over raising the family. Molly Kay begins drinking.
September 1991 - Molly Kay MacBain disappears while walking home from a bar. Reappears two days later, claiming to have been sick.
Year 1-5 - Molly Kay is kept and trained by a band of Faerie slavers
Year 6-8 - Molly Kay, renamed "Sow", works for Annie Blackfang
Year 8 - Molly Kay escapes
April 2008 - Molly Kay MacBain dies in a fire. Death is ruled a suicide. "Sow" walks to Richmond.
Now: Working on getting her bartender's license, playing roller derby for the River City Devils.
Associations & Associates
Character Inspirations
Tanda (Myth Inc. Series, Robert Asprin)
Tarot (Tarot, Witch of the Black Rose)
Calamity Jane
Abby Sciuto (NCIS)
Soundtrack
"Tear You Apart"- She Wants Revenge
"Mama"- My Chemical Romance
"We Will Rock You/We Are The Champions"- Queen
"Wasted"- And One
"Panzermensch"- And One
"Military Fashion Show"- And One
"Battle Without Honor or Humanity"- Tomoyasu Hotei
"Testament"- VNV Nation
"I Want Candy"-Bow Wow Wow
"Fat Bottomed Girls"- Queen
Quotes
"You gonna order something or you gonna stare at my ass all night long?"
"Admit it! You just can't resist MacRoche!"
"MacRoche gets kinda lonesome when she doesn't see a friendly face at the end of a hard day!"
"One more crack about my piggytails and handlebars and MacRoche is gonna have to pound you hard!"
Rumors
--Fancy prefers lemonade. With an umbrella and a twisty straw.
--Fancy can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride from start to finish, but only when she's hungover.
--Fancy is a man-eater. No, really. She deep-frys them. Look in her fridge.
--Fancy is a virgin.
--Fancy once hexed a man for saying he'd “had better”. Try not to run over any turtles heading towards Goochland.
--Fancy will only sleep with men who can beat her in a fight.
--Fancy uses children's fingerbones as curlers.
