Nick Vespa
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Beast Skitterskulk |
|---|---|
| Court | Spring Court •••• |
| Freehold | None |
| Player | Duncan Harris |
THERE ARE PENDING APPROVALS FOR HIGHER MANTLE AND A DUAL KITH - KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN
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Overview
Known Name: Nicholas Vespa
Age: 18
Apparent Age: Late 20's
Beast Aspect: Asian Giant Hornet
Keeper: Lepidopteran Monarch of The Nursery
Role when taken: Nursery Guard
Current location: Perth, Australia
Occupation: Muscle
Known Associations: The Morning After Crew
Character Information
Nick's Story
Please note this is for concept and OOC only... Please build links
I was taken when I was 17, it was January 14 back in 2005, and I was stupid. I was part of a summer camp, in the role of a camp councillor, in Queensland. The youth councillors did what all late teens did when away from home and nominally unsupervised. We drank alcohol we had smuggled. We kissed under the sky, having snuck out of dorm rooms. We explored our surrounds, ourselves and each other.
We were scuba diving off the coast when it happened. I had been diving before, quite a lot in fact when I was living in California which is why I always went along to the dives. We were swimming when I spotted a cave that seemed interesting. I indicated it to the instructor, Dale, and once I had the thumbs up to disengage from the group, went to look. It was amazing. The most awesome green hues lit the walls and the coral growing almost like… it really was thorns. I had swum deeper, intrigued by my surroundings. Fairly quickly I was finding that I was no longer submerged, that the water had given way to air, and I had not even noticed. Taking off my scuba tank and wetsuit, I began to walk, and started to think that I might have nitrogen delusions or something. I had been swimming through air. Then I seemed to be on a path. Oh, then there was a giant butterfly man in medieval clothes looming over me. I was very sure I was delusional.
No. It was real pain I felt as it pulled out my ribs. It took my bones and wove a cocoon, wove a new me, a copy. It was real pain I felt when the new me is put on my wetsuit and didn’t even look back…
Then all I have is little memories.
Pain. Sharp, clear pain. Like a crystal bell through my mind. Trapped in a woven coffin, my body shifting and moving to new shapes. My wings unfurling as I break free.
Guard the children. Keep them safe. Others want to get them. Got to keep them safe.
Part of something bigger. One mind. Many bodies. Part of all the guards together.
Guard the children. Keep them safe. The others are coming.
There are others like me that are not part of the share-mind. She is not. The Nanny. Looks after the children. Looking out the window, thinking of before.
Guard the children. Keep them safe. Our home is burning, the slaves are revolting. The share-mind wants to run, I cannot run. Got to guard the children.
The master is coming. Got to guard the children. Master is killing the share-mind. Each soldier dying one by one. Gates first to die. Then those who try to run. Feel each mind leave, then it is just me.
Alone. Surrounded by people, but alone. Help the nanny to the window, she wants to leave. Spreads her pink wings and sails the winds.
Children are crying. Got to guard the children.
Master comes. Smiles. His blue wings engulf me as the waters push me back to shore. He said something. I heard, but cannot remember.
I returned on January 15, 2005. I had served as a loyal guard. The children always came first. I was released, but why? I do not know. I washed up on Hamilton Island. I was taken to doctors, and claimed not to remember myself. After time, and a national news campaign seeking my identity, the Australian government granted me citizenship. I was given papers, a new life. Which was good, as in one day on this side, I had aged 10 years.
What do you do with yourself? I am the only one of my kind. A strange hybrid of Hornet and Human that only I seemed to be able to see. There is nothing like me in the world. I got settled on the island of Hamilton, and did what any guard does. He guards. Yes, I am a bouncer. The Viper bar is quite a nice place really. The people come to have a good time, and I can always tell what they want. Sometimes there are issues. I usually see them coming before it goes anywhere though. I am good at what I do. We have a reputation for a safe place to have a good time. And the more fun that everyone has, the better I feel. What more could you want?
Me? What do I want? A couple of things actually.
I don’t want to be alone. Sure, I fill my bed with women as often as I want, but I miss the share-mind. I want to connect to someone, to be inside them fully. I also still miss the children. I want to go back, but there isn’t a way to do so. I have thought of going back to the cave and trying to do it that way, but there never seems to be a good time to do it. And even if I did go back, the master sent me away. The share-mind disobeyed him and died. Do I want to die?
Sometimes.
Those I have met
- Elle - Of Perth. Seemingly disappeared recently, she was a good friend when a Flare Gun clips your arm.
- Terry - Of Perth. Helped me when I arrived and was without a place to stay. Happy to have a beer anytime with this Giant.
- Miles - Again, of Perth. This Fox Beast seems to be quick of foot, and helpful.
Chibi
Merit Details
There is not a club in the world that would make Vespa stand in line (barfly) due to his magnetism and his easy nature. This is also due to the fact that he is not terribly awful to look at (striking looks 2). However, there are times when even this massive beast needs to pause. Occasionally you can find him completely still, at attention, echoing his role from before (perfect stillness). It is at these times, when his large stinger (lethal mien), dripping with poision, is most noticible. The court of summer, due to his size, and imposing form, always lean towards assisting Vespa. (Court Goodwill: Summer 1).
Mantle Details
His mantle manifests as a refreshing feeling, like you can do anything, like you are ready to do whatever feels good. It means that fizzy drinks stay fizzy, flowers stay fresh. When he is sexually aroused, the mantle takes on the smell of honey, and the refreshing feeling takes on an erotic nature. When he is roused to violence however, it feels like silk against your skin, and those viewing the action, sees it takes on the homo-eroticism of greek boys wrestling in Olympia.
Random Weirdness
From Speak (2004)
Melinda: [voiceover] The school board decided that Trojans didn't send a strong message of abstinence. So we'll now be the home of the Merryweather Hornets.
Cheerleader: What are we supposed to cheer? We are the hornets, the horny horny hornets?
