Green Man
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Elemental Woodblood |
|---|---|
| Court | Autumn Court ••••• |
| Freehold | Azure Hills |
| Player | Chris R. |
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Name: Green Man
Real Name: Charles Dixon
Alias': The Green Man, Father Forest, Wyld Thing, Tamer of the Blackthorn Wood
Age: Unknown
Seeming: Elemental
Kith: Woodblood
Freehold: Azure Hills
Court: Autumn
Character Livejournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/pretenseoftruth
Mask: The Green Man's clothing is simple, his movements still. He speaks with a quiet voice, and has a calming presence. Though he appears in his early twenties, his deep earthen brown eyes hint at the presence of an old soul.
Mein: Skin like bark, and eyes that echo on forever. Leaves that change color with the seasons where a mortal man should have hair. Something primal and untended clings to the Lord of Forests.
Mantle: A soft breeze blows, and the scent of rotten leaves surrounds the Green Man. Shadows deepen slightly and sparks of light waken as if he was surrounded by lightning bugs on a crisp fall night.
Personality: Quiet and stange, the Lord of Forests tends the borders of the hedge and the mortal world. Patient and curious, he seeks magic and knowledge. Wyld he sometimes takes actions that other changelings do not understand at first.
His Keeper: The Dragoon
The Connections
- Order of The Isle - Brothers and Sisters we fight alongside and guide those who seek the Old Ways
- Thorn - I remember this one.. he knew the secrets of the wind, while I knew the secrets of the Earth. 'Twas branches in the sky, and hollowed trunks that brought us close.
- Edria Meredith & Ae Lament - She with the dirty hands who had to learn to be a Princess, who was also The Princess who had to learn to dirty her hands.. More broken then most, one girl in two bodies.. or was it Two Souls with one Face.. Regardless, tis the Wylde Wisdom she sought from me.
- Cerannen - Red Man to my Green.. Lord of Bloody Fang and Talon.. Where I end he begins, and where he ends I begin again. Pray you never see us both with the Dark Moon's Blessing upon us at the same time.
- Erised - Guide and Eldest Druid of the Order.. I know what his dancing and merrymaking hide.
- Gaius Arctorus - He who leads and unites a people Lost. Dragon and King.
- Tanith - Patched up and Stitched together, she seeks the Healing Mysteries. Fractured of soul, she mends.
The Whispers
Feel free to add quotations by or about the Green Man..
- "He is a great healer; knits wounds and ends pain with great skill. He sees the wounds in the soul, but not even the god-touched can heal those." - Tanith
- "You'll find no one more wood-wise than this old man, though I don't think I'll ever understand him...any more than he's going to understand the wild in me. Sometimes, I'm terrified of him. Others, I can't be without his company. How peculiar." - Thorn
- "The Blackthorn Wood is wild, tame only to him. So are those who live in it." - Nujalik, once called the Blackthorn Wolf
- "The cards speak to him. If he will teach me, I will learn to Listen as he does."- Elizabeth Ann Sexton
- "The Green Man is wise in the old lore and knows the secrets of the deep wild as no other." - Cerannen
The Times
- 1931 – Born to a large farming family, the seventh son of a seventh son.
- 1932 – Family was displaced as Route 1 is being finished.
- 1944 – On the eve of his 13th Bday, They came for him. Unprotected and ignorant of the Old Ways they snatched him right before the old clock downstairs struck midnight. In his place they left a fetch of shadow and straw.
- (( ARCADIAN TIES : Edria, AE, Thorn, Cerannen ))
- 2004 – The Green Man stumbles out of the Hedge onto Route 1. He appears to be in his early twenties to mortal eyes, and is wild eyed and dirty. Attends The Spring Gala where members of the Autumn Court approach him and pitch the Court to him.
- 2005 - Became the Vizier to the Autumn King, Wrote the Pledge for the Order of the Isle and joined them as a Derwydd.
- 2007 – The Green Man is now a caretaker of the green spaces in and around the Greater Boston area. Some of these parks and woods are gaining reputations as “haunted” or “wicked” places where strange accidents befall those who are in them too long, littering, or otherwise abusing the Lands.
The Stolen
They molded me.. changed me.. twisted me into what I am.. They shaped me.. pruned me..
I became their forest boy.. The keeper of the wild places.. The tender of their hunting grounds.
I made sure the paths were clear, so their horses turned no hoof. I made sure the traps were laid, so their quarry could be cornered. I made sure the forest thrived.
They kept it dark.. They locked me inside the trees during the day..
They knew. They knew what would call me home.. They knew what secret power lay within me, craving air, craving water, craving sunlight..
And I came to know what they knew.. Magic, the Wild Places, I came to tend the places they never went.
Until one day they forgot to lock me in the heart of the tree.. They were mad that their hunted thing had slain one of their own.
And in their anger they forgot about the Green Man.. So consumed with hatred and anger were they for the Antlered One.
I stretched my fingers deep into the dirt, I quenched my thirst on the babbling spring, I warmed my body in the suns dappled light…
And I remembered.. I remembered the dirt of the farm under my fingernails.. I remembered the ice cold pond water on the summer days.. I remembered the dappled sunlight on my parents house..
I remembered.. and I ran.
The woodland parted before me.. until the woods became the hedge.. I ran even though the thorns pierced my soul.. I ran even though my blood flowed like sap from the trees..
I ran..
And eventually I stopped running.
I know what my parents forgot.. there is power in the Old Ways, in the Contracts and Pledges, in the Promises and Oaths.
I stopped running, but I know the hidden places in the Wood. I know the Wyld places. I know the Hollow places.
The Great Dream
My feet stretched deep into the fertile soil.. nutrients and life drawn up from far below.
My arms stretched tll above into the perfect night sky.. breath and life drawn down from far above.
My core moved with the slow pulse of the world.. Ring upon Ring of ancient life expanding outward.
My skin, thickened bark, rough to the touch.. furrowed.. when I was a Tree.
And when I was a Boy.. Forest Brown Eyes watched the sacred places. Tender brown hands kept the paths clear. My heartbeat quickened.. My feet carried me forward.
I was the Green Man, left to tend the Wylde places. The Place of the Hunt. The Place of the Glade. Sacred Knowledge. Sacred Duty.
When I slept I was a Tree.. warmed by the sun. When I woke I was a.. I was.. a Boy?
Player Information
Name: Chris Rhodes OOC Email: Chris R.
