George Gorman
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Ogre Gargantuan |
|---|---|
| Court | Summer Court ••• |
| Freehold | Presque Isle, ME |
| Player | Michael Pendergast |
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Overview
Location: Presque Isle, ME
Age: 60-70 years have passed since his birth.
Seeming: Ogre
Kith: Gargantuan
Court: Summer
Concept: Happy Scottsman Giant warrior
Relevant Mechanics: Giant Size, Spring Mantle x4
Mien description: Giant size (7'4"). Blonde hair, deep blue eyes, strong build, tan skin
Mask description: A beautiful ogre with long flowing blonde hair and laong pointy ears. His skin, while tough, is also still smooth. He looks charming and nothing like your normal ogre, except for his tall and well muscled form, and slightly red skin.
History
Let me tell you a story. About a young boy who grew up too fast. Saying George was big for his age of twelve would be an understatement. He was already pushing six foot while his classmates were standing at around a more normal four. An if that were not all, his shiny blond hair and chiseled features made him attractive to women of all ages.
And, as young boys are want to do, he used his larger size to intimidate not only his schoolmates, but also teachers. And his good looks to smile and wink at anyone whom he thought he couldn't bully. He was the apple of his mother's eye and her tall and beautiful son could do no wrong. He was not smart enough to do well in school, but glib and intimidating enough to pass through the grades.
One day while walking around town with his "friends", who were just tag-alongs like remoras to a shark, he came across a funny looking kid sitting in "his" spot at the soda shop. He confronted the kid and told him to buzz-off before he got hurt. The kid said that he was being quite rude and refused to yield his seat.
Well it only took a second for his anger to blow and the kid was bloodied up in the back alley in less than five minutes. Just before George was out of ear-shot, headed back inside for a soda in "his" seat, the strange kid said, "You'll be sorry when I tell my big brother what you did!" George turned to scoff at the kid, but he was already gone. "Must have run away as fast as his little legs could carry him!" He laughed, as did his friends, and George went on and forgot about the whole thing.
After graduating High School in 1953 he had a rough time finding work. You see, while still ruggedly handsome, he had grown to an almost ridiculous hight of seven-foot-three. He was strong and worked odd jobs and construction, until his anger got the best of him and he was fired after brawling with his co-workers or even his boss.
He spent a long time living with his mother after that, just listening to the radio. Then he got a bright idea. He was good at telling stories and had a good strong voice. Maybe he could work in the radio business, where his size would be seen and didn't have anyone talking back at him.
He borrowed money from his mother and some of his friends from school, who probably saw it as a pay-off to leave them out of the rest of their lives, and started a small local AM radio station. His melodic tones soon shot all over the state and he started to make enough money to skate by.
He read plays and dramas and found he enjoyed the finer arts more than he thought he would. He immersed himself in reading the works of William Shakespear, Rudyard Kipling, and Arthur Conan Doyle.
Several years passed and his radio shows were becoming quite popular throughout the state. His life was finally turning around... then the kid came back... with his big brother. The kid still was a kid, and still sported wounds from the fight that looked only a few days old. The big brother was BIG. Almost as tall as he was, but twice as bulky.
Before he could realize what was going on, the sky and buildings all around him bent and twisted as the big brother snarled and grabbed his arm. The little kid was laughing hysterically like an insane hyena, and the shadows seemed to lash out and engulf George. He tried to struggle, but it was useless, the brother took one punch at George, whom was held fast by the shadows, and he passed out.
On awakening George was chained up in a dungeon like those right out of medieval stories. And the big brother was there, but changed and deformed into a hideous beast. What happened next, I will not say, but George lost his voice, a lot of blood, and his consciousness again that day.
He never knew how many times that cycle was repeated: wake, pain, scream, black-out, but eventually he came to endure enough of it to try and talk. The threats that were hurled at him only made him smile and inflict more pain. The pleading cries for mercy did the same.
As seemly days without end began to take their toll on him, George found he was able to scream less and less, which seemed to frustrate this demonic big brother who meated out more and more vile and repulsive punishments on him. George found that his only sense of victory was to not submit any more and held his tongue and remained silent.
Eventually his torturer became enraged and screamed out the first words George could remember him ever uttering, "Why will you not scream for me my pet?" The pain stopped, and the beast looked at him, obviously waiting for a reply.
"Why..," George croaked out, coughing on his dry and blood-caked throat. "Why do you care."
The ogre smiled at him for a moment then said, "Because I like the sound, like music."
George saw an opening. He offered the ogre more of his voice for some water to drink, and the ogre quickly accepted. After drinking the water the ogre raised his favorite whip and George, quickly said, "Wait, is it only my screams you enjoy. Maybe you would like a story instead?"
The ogre paused, and said "That depends on how good the story is. Alright, you may tell my this story, but if I grow board I shall punish you twice as long, and you WILL scream for me."
"Deal!" George quickly pleaded out. George quickly thought of one of his favorite tales, and quickly began a rough and spotty recitation of "King Lear" for him. George butchered the story horribly, forgot whole sections of it, but worked on and improvised as best he could. The ogre loved it and laughed and cried at all the right places.
When he was done the ogre said, "The was beautiful, but tomorrow I shall have to beat you again, good night." George was stunned and thankful to be able to go to sleep on his own and not from to sharp a blow to the head.
The next day he awoke before the ogre arrived and plotted out a scheme. The ogre came in, ready to do his normal task of inflicting as much pain on George as he could, but George offered him another story instead. Once again the ogre accepted, and he found he was able to get through the whole day without being beaten, as long as his stories continued to flow.
Days without end came and went with his storytelling and the ogre softened up, now anxious to hear the next story. He was able to get better food and even some clothes, as long as the stories continued. Eventually he asked to be let out of the cell, and offered the best story of them all. The ogre was suspicious, but agreed, as long as it was a really good story. The ogre then unlocked the door and opened it.
As George walked out the now opened the door he felt a surge in him, and grabbed the keys and quickly threw shut the door on the ogre and locked him in. The ogre bellowed with rage, but he seemed confined and pounded on the door. George ran out of the dungeon and into a strange palace. It was so huge a normal man would have seemed only a foot tall, with George looking like some tiny child.
There were screams from fifty foot tall women, as if screaming at a mouse in their kitchen and one of them grabbed him and threw him into a trash chute. He fell and fell, then splated into a garbage dump. A real one though, for as he looked around there were other people, who all looked perfectly normal, other than looking at him and his funny robes, and lots of trash.
He made his way out of the dump and found he was safe and sound back in the real world. But the normalcy still felt weird, like going back to an ex-girlfriend whom you dumped. It just didn't feel the same as it used to. Nothing would ever be the same for George ever again.
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Character Inspirations
Image:Http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Osmar Schindler David und Goliath.jpg Goliath of Gath, Philitine warrior felled by the boy David, future king of Isreal
