Kit Mandrake

From Changeling Venue

Still work to do, always a work in progress (And of course pending approval)

Seeming	Darkling Unknown
Court	No Court
Freehold	The Freehold of Liberty's Stand
Player	Shawn Harte Speidel

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Shadows Parted

Alias(es):

Cranston Walker

Real Name:

Unknown,

Leagally: Kit Mandrake

Age:

Physical: Early 20's

Cronological: Mid 40's

Concept:

Young Ward of a Philanthopist

Mask:

Young, resonably attractive, Slightly Emo in his fashion.

"Think Jared Leto"

Mein:

Pending a kith decision

1 Shadows Parted
2 Echoes in the Tunnels

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Echoes in the Tunnels

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Supposition and Rhetoric

Quantum Guesswork: Born: 1961 Aprox.

Abducted: 1974 Aprox.

Returned: 31 Oct. 2002

Frequent Dalliances:

Haveing been rescued from the streets himself, he frequently spends time and money helping those in need. Has taken to painting as a source of income. Recently has been seen checking out property for opening up a gallery. Has been known to cloister himself away, randomly.

Echos:

Taken from his Journal

"I was born someone, my best guess is somewhere in 1961, I’m guessing of course, you’ll understand why in a minute, and yes that should make me Forty-six. Now you ask why would a forty-six year old, look like he’s in his early 20’s, I’d love to say clean living, if you are reading this I think you know otherwise.

My family lived in Fauquier County. I’d tell you their names if I remembered. We lived on a little farm, it had a barn, a swimming pool and we owned a tractor. I went to school, and lived a fairly simple life. I liked soccer, and archery, wrestling. I also loved comic books, not the big flashy characters, more the pulp type characters, The Shadow, The Phantom, characters that were more believable. I also like scary stories, and fairy tales, not the happily ever after kind but those from folklore, where the ugly stepsisters cut off parts of their feet and what not.

Sorry I’m tangenting again.

So, happy childhood, decent grades in school, and then taken, well at least that’s my assumption. As I don’t remember my original name, it’s kinda hard to say. Maybe, my parents threatened that the Boogie-man would take me if I didn’t go to sleep. Either way I was taken, “He” wasn’t the Boogie-man. Dark, yes. Sinister, yes. Devouring me whole, mostly. I was his plaything, mostly he bound me to his shadow, and sometimes I was his marionette, sometimes his jester or dinner entertainment. Eventually he tired of me and washed me down the drain. Was he setting me free? Or did he just cease to care. At least that’s how I remember it.

But, what do I know?

I know I escaped, and that’s something. I clawed my way through tunnels, filled with things better left unseen, their claws snatching and grasping, yet there were a path slowly guiding me forward in the distance. It was a cold October night, when I fell out of the storm drain and into the Anacostia; I think the sewer was cleaner.

When I reappeared it was 2002 and the world was not as I knew it. Not that I remembered much from my previous life. I was to all intents a person without an existence, I was still as good as my Keepers shadow. Thankfully I was quickly shown to a shelter they clothed me and dressed my wounds, fed me. I ate the lions share. Not having a clue as to my name, I picked something that held a fleeting place in my mind, Kit Mandrake. I later realized that was an amalgamation of two of my favorite comic characters, and to be honest it sounded cool. So that’s who I became, the shelter helped me get on my feet, though I kept the weird things that I saw and could do to my self. Eventually I got a job as a janitor at a local office building, about the best I could do as an invisible. Though I still helped out around the shelter.

Now this is where things get weird. (Ok weirder than the fact that I am some hybrid creature of Fae and human essence) I was approached by an older gentleman, I say older, I more mean ageless. I knew he was like me. And while I had seen others I avoided them, I occasionally walked in the near hedge, it helped me keep me balanced, But until this point I was keeping my head down and mouth shut. “I’m glad you found your way out of the tunnels, and your subsequent endeavors have proven that you are whom I have been searching for.” I remember that line very well. I thought he was out of his mind, later I would realize he was. (But, not in a bad way) I’m getting old he said and not as quick as I used to be.” He was a changeling that had been in the city since the end of The Korean War, he had been abducted in the jungles of South East Asia, but some how emerged near Lincoln Memorial.

He wanted me to be his ward, to look after him, take his place when he passed on. If you are a nonexistent person, you take any chance you get for meaning. he legally became my guardian, it took some time, but I had no, family and no memory. After that he got me a SSN, and helped me get caught up on history. So I am no longer a non person, and he put me though private schooling so I would be able to fit into today’s society. As well as training me physically, mentally and socially.

After a two years and a bit, of preparation, he is finally introducing me back into society. Letting me begin my public persona as the heir to a wealthy eccentric. I do enjoy the money and free time, most of my money and time go to helping local shelters. To earn my own keep, I paint. So far my work has gone over well, and I am thinking of opening a small gallery that will also house the work of local artists, with focus on the work of homeless children, part of the sales going to local charities. With a letter of Introduction from my guardian, I am approaching the local changelings for the first time. Hopefully I'll do OK.

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