Patrick "Pat" MacRoche
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Ogre Gargantuan |
|---|---|
| Court | Spring Court •••• |
| Freehold | The Diamond Path : The Freehold in Washington DC |
| Player | James Convy |
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Overview
Location: Washington, DC
Age: Looks roughly 30 to 35 years old
Seeming: Ogre
Kith: Gargantuan
Court: Spring
Virtue: Hope
Vice: Gluttony
Concept: Happy Scottsman Giant warrior
Relevant Mechanics: Giant Size, Spring Mantle 4 (approved)
Mask description: Giant size (6'9"). Black hair with strands of white, deep brown eyes, fireman's build, tan skin
Mien description: Black hair that looks burnt, grayish skin that is darker in the front then in back, hands are torn and cracked, wears a Scottish kilt. When going into a place where he might need to fight, across his back is a large woodman's axe that is too big for one hand (greataxe)
History
Background
So, ya want to know more about me, do ya? Alrighty, ye asked for it.
My name wasn't always Pat MacRoche. Nope. I was William Gardiner, star center of the Saint Patrick Shamrocks! I was born in 1969 to a brave fireman named Alexander and his wife Martha. Uh, how I wanted to be like my father. He was a good Scottish man. My grandfather immigrated here from Scotland, he did. Brought his Scottish wife and son, me dad.
But that not be what ya looking ta hear, is it? Ya want ta hear the gooshy bits and brave escape! Alrighty then. I was 16... Thata put it around 1985. The football team went camping up in the woods. We all brought someone and I brought Susan Fullman. Uh, now she was a sight. Long black hair, long legs, nice arse, and these eyes that could stop ya in ya tracks. No and stop it. I can tell by the grin. You want me ta say huge tracks of land. Been over done. So, the party was winding down and Susan and I went off into the woods for a little privicy, if you know what I mean. We were out there about half an hour when He came. Fuckin Gobannus. I 'eard Susan scream before I blanked out.
For nine years, two months, and 13 days I worked for that one eyed giant. I slaved pumping the bellows for his damnned forge bein beat and watching others be eatten. See, Ole Gob didn't like feedin us. Took away from 'is plate he said. We ate scraps he threw to us. Sometimes they were animal... sometimes someone... We 'ad to drink the water from the cooling buckets when we could. The more we drank the taller we got and stronger we got, well at least the lucky ones like me. The weak ones or small ones where picked off and eaten. Ole Gob gave us a challenge when anyone new came in. If we could make it out the door, we were free. Simple. I saw thirteen try. Not a one made it. Ole Gob was quick.
So, ya wondering how this 'andsome ling in front of ya got out? Don't deny it. Ya know you can't resist the accent.
Ole Gob's hunters brought a boy in one day. They threw 'im on one of the bellows and Ole Gob gave 'is speech. Ya could tell the boy was goin run. Ya could almost smell it. Ole Gob knew too. I was closest ta the door by then cause that’s where the big bellows was and closest to the he with the whip. I saw the boy twitch before he broke for the door. Ole Gob grabbed 'im and started chewin on em. I ran. With Ole Gob distracted by 'is impromptu meal, I ran. I made it to the door before Ole Gob noticed me moving. He almost grabbed me but my foot was already across the threshold. I 'ad won me freedom.
I remember the sun was bright there. I remember grabbin the axe next ta the door in case Ole Gob wanted to make a new deal. Running through the Hedge I found what would become the Bridge Club. I heard Vinnie the Red first. Loud bastard ‘e was. I saw them ripping through the Hedge like a… well a Fae was after them. I couldn’t stand around and watch em just blunder around so I yelled ta them and joined their sprint ta freedom. Together we escaped but it wouldn't be my last forage into the Hedge. Noemi was bad off though. Course then I didn’t know who she was then. All I knew was she was hurt bad. They were all still little skeptical of me then but me and Spring are tight and I could heal ‘er. I did what I could for ‘er which wasn’t much but it got most of the bad out of ‘er.
No idea how far or long we ran. 9 years I was there and only 3 had passed here.
I went down ta Richmond and met Satan. He was a 'ling also held by Ole Gob. Me and Satan made a pack right there. I would watch over ‘im and he over me. Over time we grew into right good friends and became brothers. We found a ling in Richmond who we apparently pissed off. He made fake IDs and backgrounds for us lost ones. He thought it was funny to give us the name MacRoche (Ma-Crotch) but we took to it. Funny ole name. We couldn’t stop laughing over it for a week.
I left Satan in 2004 and headed home. I needed to find my family and Susan. When I got there I had found out I was missing from that night and never found. Found one of the football players in a bar. He told me that I was a right ole bastard and tried to rape Susan but she got away. They figured I ran off into the woods and got ate by a bear or something. My parents moved after that because all the rumors but no one knew where. Susan had moved to DC for college.
I went to DC looking for her. I wanted to tell her everything and tell her whatever she saw wasn’t me. I found her. She was going to a club all sexy in a shiny black dress. She had a big guy on her arm though. She saw me and looked away. She didn’t even recognize me.
Vinnie was a good guy. He dragged me into the Bridge Club motley. Still ‘ave ties to MacRoche and that’ll never go away. Family first ‘o course. Every once and a while we all get together and start ta drink.
This one time while family was visiting, we got a little tipsy on Guinness and wandered into the Hedge…
Now:
Pat doesn't want his old life back. His seeming has taken on a scottish look. He wears a kilt and
carries a great axe that he stole on the way out of the forge into
the hedge. He is now in Spring court because he wants to experience life now
that he is truely free. His extra strength and such gives him an
edge as a firefighter.
Associations & Associates
Character Inspirations
Stephen, the Irish fighter in Braveheart
Soundtrack
The Rogues - Hollerin' for Haggis
The Rouges - Holy Moly
Flogging Molly - Seven Deadly Sins
Quotes
"Welcome back ta the real world. Aw crap! This un passed out too."
- "He's so hard to understand. I could have sworn he was telling me about his crotch. Anyway, he really liked the bark. I'm used to eating that all on my own. Maybe I should send him a cake or something..." - Calliope
- "I cannot trust him. I will not trust him. He spoke of breaking me. He may not touch me, though if he learns manners and stays at a distance I will teach him French." - Belle_Chanson
- "He had me the moment he looked up with his tear stained face and I saw the horror of what we had both endured reflected in his eyes. He's too old for me to mother, I am sure, and we barely know each other... but after that weekend in Cleveland I will gladly stand to defend him without a second's thought or hesitation."- Kalen Blazenheart
- "Oi! Dunna be givin' us beer swillin drunkards a bad name by associatin' us wit 'im! We are smart enough ta see its a dumb idea too." - Pat to Jonathen Oakfrost in a discussion about Tempest
- "Pat and I get along... hehe... Pat My Crotch! Hahahahah!" - Jack
Rumors
- No matter what Satan says, Pat wins.
- is actually a big softy for "girly movies"
- likes his human extra crispy with Cajun seasoning
