Marty Sullivan
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Ogre Gargantuan |
|---|---|
| Court | Summer Court •••• |
| Freehold | The Freehold of Gainesville |
| Player | Charles Wells |
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Overview
Alias(es):Martin Hernandez,
Real Name: Marty Sullivan
Age: 37
Concept: Shock Troop
Entitlement: None
Physical description: Mask; Marty appears to be a very tall and massive man. He has to duck his head when walking through most doors, and turn sideways when going down most isles. His eyes are a muddy hazel that makes him appear rather dumb. Mein; Easily over 7 foot tall, the ogre has massive scars from his battles in Arcadia, his teeth, almost too big for his mouth jut in tusks where the humans canine teeth would be.
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Character Information
Known History
Basic Timeline:
Current Activities: Marty's family moved from Alabama right as he started high school, and even though he knew that they had to move because his dad could not find work. It was still hardly fair to him. All his friends, a new school, new kids, and like all teenagers they were vicious to him. Constant questions about if he was the product of incest, or if he "did it" with his 9 year old sister. Jeers and jabs about his size, his buzz cut hair, his clothing all made him withdraw into himself more and more. Depression set in, and the already big Marty began to eat even more. The more he ate the bigger he got, the bigger he got the harsher the other children were with him, the harsher they were the more he withdrew and ate.
At the start of sophomore year things slacked off, Fat Marty was old news, and there were new, fresher prey to pick on. But it was too late for Marty, he had with drawn so much not even his parents could get him to talk. But late in the year, "She" started sitting with him at lunch. Becky Moore, Junior, cheerleader, most beautiful girl in the entire school. It took her 2 weeks to get him to speak, and another month to get him to say more than a couple words, blush painfully red and go back to eating his third lunch. Eventually she was able to get him to carry on a whole conversation. Marty was confused, this was Becky Moore, girls never talked to him and certainly not the most popular girl in school. This had to be some kind of joke, or trick. But week after week went by and she kept sitting by him, kept talking to him, never made fun of him, never called him Fatty or asked him if his dad used the oil off his face in the car. So he allowed himself hope, he opened up to her. Telling her about being dirt poor in Alabama, about wearing hand-me down shoes until the soles fell out. And she never laughed, never made fun of him at all.
The end of the school year was coming fast and Becky asked Marty out to the movies. "I like you" she said, "Come see a movie with me. I'll pay if you come." Marty was elated, to see her after school, sit in a theater, maybe.. Hold her hand? He showed up early and waited off to the side so he could see her when she got there. The time came for the movie and she wasn't there, but still he waited. An hour after the movie had started he saw her coming down the parking lot, she was so beautiful it made his heart hurt to look at her. But she was with all of the jocks from the football team and they were all carrying bags. "Hi Marty, sorry I'm late, but it took forever to get the guys together." She chirped as they reached where he was sitting.
"Well Marty, you know summer is coming up, and next year I'll be a senior. You understand how important your senior year is don't you Marty? I won't be able to talk to you anymore, but hey, it's ok, I got the guys to get you something."
As Marty sat there stunned, mute and unable to even formulate a coherent thought the entire football team began dumping their bags, of dirty, stinking, old shoes and socks on him. As he looked up at Becky, pain and humiliation on his face, the entire team started laughing, high fiveing her and telling her the joke was so worth it. Tears began to roll down Marty's face, thick, hot, steaming tears of humiliation as he sat there, covered in the cast off shoes of the "Popular People" while they laughed at his pain. Marty's head started feeling like there was so much pressure in it that it was going to split open, his blood pressure shot up so high that his entire body turned blood red. With a strangled cry of hatred and rage he heaved his massive bulk off from the stool and grabbed the first person he could find and threw them as hard as he could. He didn't fight with skill, or speed. Marty was massive, but it was all fat so he was not as strong as he looked. But the years of mental abuse lent him a strength of rage that didn't let him feel pain as they beat him, that wouldn't let him stop as he was pounded into a pulp. Finally, just so much damage had been done that he could no longer stand and over he fell. They kicked him, stomped him, because he had embarassed them they wanted to hurt him in exchange and they did. As Marty lay there behind the dumpsters where they finally drug him so he wouldn't be seen or found there wasn't any thoughts in his head. He really didn't feel the pain, he just lay on his back looking at the sky, waiting. After a while, a face loomed over him, a giant of a man, his face broken by many fights, holding a super sized popcorn with so much butter it was dripping through the paper.
"Saw what happened in there big boy. Wasn't right what they did. But you fought well. Like a Giant amongst Goblins boy. I'm gona take you home."
Marty stared at the man, not really understanding what he was saying. A small part of him was amazed that this man, no matter how big he was could just pick him up like he was a child. The trip through the thorns is a blur to him, there was pain, and the man telling him how he was going to teach him how to fight, and make war. A part of Marty told him he was going to be late for dinner.
Once in Fairy his captor introduced himself as The King of Blades and Spikes, and that Marty was going to be his new Giant. There was still no feeling, no fear, joy, anything in Marty. He swallowed the liquid they gave him, let them rub the strange ointments into his joints and the long bones of his arms and legs. It took days, but he did grow, for a very fat teenage boy of 5' 8" to a very out of shape and portly giant of 6' 9". The King was over joyed! He had his giant, now to teach it to fight. But his joy soon gave way to dark rage as he found that Marty had none of the anger he showed that day behind the theater. None of the rage that would make him the perfect berserk giant. The King began beating Marty, again and again and again. Horrible, prolonged beatings, that without the magics of his healers would have killed the Giant. Marty's mind was slowly breaking away, his memories of home fading, but every now and then he would dream of a beautiful girls laughter and the smell of dirty shoes. Those nights the castle would shake with the rage he felt and the King would laugh.
One day the beatings stopped, and the King had Marty chained and brought into the army. They marched to war the King of Blades and Spikes said. And he was going to need every hand against his foe. After several days they came to the field of battle, and Marty stood there staring at the creatures on the other side, not sure what he was to do. The King began laughing and waved his hand dismissively. Marty heard it then. They were laughing, he could see them throwing shoes at him. He could see HER leading them, in the back, laughing and pointing. Tears began rolling down Marty's face again, and his head felt like it was going to explode, his blood pressure shot up, and so did his body. The 7'9" giant of a human became a 19 foot tall true giant, and he fell upon the enemy like the fury of God. He felt no pain, there was no quarter, and he did not stop until he had silenced her laughter once and for all. The King was overjoyed. He had his Giant now, as Marty's rage subsided so did his size. But the King was not upset at this, he simply locked Marty into a dream, one of his most humiliating moment, over and over.
In his rage Marty became a savage beast, beaten if he mentioned a name, beaten if the King was displeased, beaten if the King was happy. It didn't matter. Abuse kept the Giant a Giant, and by all of Arcadia it's self the King would have his Giant. The King would take great pleasure in throwing his Giant into battle, again and again. Even going as far as to starve the creature to see if it would eat the enemy soldiers. But no matter how the battle turned out it was never good enough. Beatings, starvation and worse would follow. And "Her" laughter never, ever stoped. No matter how many times he crushed her under his massive fists she would always come back to jeer and laugh at him.
The years blurred together. War after war, battle after battle. More and more of Marty slipped away with the passing of each year. Until finally they were routed by the Matron of Crimson Flows. Unable to feel anything but rage and humiliation Marty had no idea that the King of Blades and Spikes had been driven from the field. He continued to crush and stomp his tormentors. Hunting for her, she only ever stops laughing at him when he crushes her, breaking her body, but she's not here! He can hear her laughing, but he can't find her. The jocks have fled, he's alone with her laughter ringing over and over in his head. He destroys everything he can find to stop her. Tears down buildings, rips up trees, and finally slams his head into a massive boulder.
His first thought is, there's something heavy on my chest. He opens his eyes and there on his chest is a very beautiful woman, her head adorned with antlers like a deer. And as he looks at her he can hear the laughter again. His mad mind cries FOUND HER! And he goes to crush the life from this woman. But as he surges to his feet she nimbly steps off him. "My you're a big one, will probably clean up nice too."
All the rage seeps out of the Giant, as the first time in years the laughter stops, it's replaced by her words. Hart, she's called Hart and she's going Home. Marty has some vague memories of home. A flowery round woman who fed him, a tall large man who was important but he couldn't put his finger on how. As he stands there trying to put memories to home, Hart continues to talk and twist his emotions toward protecting her, caring for her, and most importantly not squashing her like a bug and eating her.
The trip out, while probably a horrible and hazardous journey was a blur to Marty. Hart treated him like a little brother, talking to him, holding his massive hand in hers, after a time the rage that kept him a giant wore off. Though still well over 7' tall he was much more manageable at this size and several times through the trip she would make love to him. Sweet and gentle or rough and passionate, how ever the mood took her. And Marty was putty in her hands, doing what ever she wanted, inside him he knew it was another joke, another trap, that she would laugh at him and people would throw old shoes. The hedge, again it was probably worse than Marty can remember but Hart was there and she had not laughed at him yet, and no one was throwing shoes so he was content. They pause at the edge of the hedge, ready to step back home. Hart kisses him on the cheek.
"Lets go home Cabana Boy."
And they step over. He's looking for Hart, she's not here. This isn't her home, this isn't what she told him he would see. This is Gainesville! This is the theater. Where is SHE! As his rage builds so does his size, growing back to the killer giant. The entire area suffers his wrath, but when it is over, and he's spent the pain of shrinking is almost welcome. Gainesville. But he's been gone for years, at least 20 if his jumbled memories serve him. He finds his feet taking him to where he's sure his parents used to live. But as he walks the almost familiar streets his mind keeps saying that nothing has changed much. That these people are just like the people he knew all those years ago. As he nears his home, he sees his mom and dad unchanged, and his little sister. But wait, shouldn't she be almost 30? Why does she look no older than 10? And why are they talking to that scarecrow with a pigs head stuck on top? What's going on Marty thinks. I was gone years, but. A quick check of a news paper shows him that here. In his home he was gone less than a year.
The world is wrong. This is not home. Hart is not here. There are too many people, they are afraid of me, I'm too different, no one understands. Hart is not here, they brush against me. I can remember crushing anyone who touched me, grinding them into nothing. But this is Home, the police would kill me if I loose control. She's here, this is her senior year. She's still being perfect and cruel. They probably still laugh at dumping shoes on Fat Marty. This "Thing" has taken my life. It's going to my school, being with my parents. It's also making friends, and has a girlfriend, it's not withdrawn and depressed. It doesn't binge eat, it plays with my sister. It has my life. And it's living it better than I did. Why am I here? I do not fit here, no one will except me, no one will know me. But as bad as it is, as hard as it is to fit in. At least here I don't hear her laughter. At least here they do not throw shoes. And at least here, if I crush the life from her she will not return to drive me insane. Anger drives me, this would have never happened if not for her. But I would have never met Hart if not for her. Nothing is right here, I constantly feel I do not belong. But not belonging is better than going back. Let them come for me. Let the King of Blades and Spikes come. His Giant will not be so easily take back.
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Motley
Allies
Known to Valentine and maintains a room in Maleperduys
Hael's Wyndstaff mentored Marty into the Summer Court, and Marty has been known to save up for months to visit Hael's casino.
Rebecca Tulane has been known to be nice to him on occasion.
He has worked for the Fisherman on and off on the old man's hunts.
Enemies
Character Inspirations
Soundtrack
Quotes
- "For all the fear that he inspires, you would think that Marty was the peak of my Court. If only things had turned out differently... But no, in spite of the fear, his heart just isn't in it. I'm not sure he has one anymore, actually. I'll have to remember to thank the cheap slut who ripped it out; if she'd been so careless as just to break it, he'd be the paragon of Winter instead. And what use at all would that be?" - Zoe Edwards, Autumn Queen of Youthful Springs
- "Be wary of a giant with a broken heart, lest he be forced to tear out yours as well. Of course, this is Marty we are speaking of, he may just do that anyway. Especially if you upset his friends, and, I am proud to say, he and I are very close. - David Webber
- "In addition to your portion of the spoils, you get to kill traitors to our kind as well. What do you say?" - The Fisherman when he was first signing Marty on
Rumors
The Ogre keeps away from areas where small children group, because he wants to break the habit of eating them.
A sure fire way to get your arms ripped off by him is to wave shoes at him.
He killed a woman who laughed at him in a club. Hitting her so hard he broke every rib in her chest and snapped her neck.
