Sean Briggs
From Changeling Venue
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| Seeming | Wizened Drudge |
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| Court | No Court |
| Freehold | The Great Black Swamp |
| Player | Nate Beebe |
Mein: Mr. Briggs' eyes are the first thing noticed when any changeling looks his way. The way they grab the light around them, pulling it into the black pits that are his eye sockets. The rest of him is memorable, if some what plain - rough white skin pulled tight over delicate bones, joints moving at painful angles, and a constant shifting beneath his clothes. Since his return, his six arms have begun to act as two - only ever acting independently when he indulges the drudge's blessing.
Mask: A weak and fragile boy has grown into a gaunt and delicate man. Sean appears physically fatigued at all times and always is careful with his movements, as if he was made of glass. His eyes are circled with the dark rings of the sleep deprived no matter how much or how little he actually gets. His hands betray his mask, always being in to many places at once.
Notable Traits: Sean enjoys his lack of court, if only for the freedom it gives him when dealing with customers. Nothing cannot be bought or sold with him and anyone who says otherwise just has not been offered enough. He is most often found sitting discretely in the background of any gathering he chooses to attend slowly stitching together trinkets or dream vessels.
Relevant Mechanics: Mr. Briggs has the pledgesmith merit at level 3.
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Suck
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It was long before - I mean I’m sure it was because all these stories start forever ago or once upon a time. It wasn’t like I was taken two days before I bought my way back. Not like I spent the best years of my life running along window sills and covering holes in a run down palace while my friends didn’t have time to let their facial hair grow or their hickies fade. Not like I didn’t get to come back and find them not even missing me. Not like they didn’t recognize me. Not like they still don’t. Yeah, it was long before any of this shitty world started eating at me that I got snatched.
It was an easy bet – horses always ran my way – and I just kept letting it ride. The house set me up in that special both up top where the high rollers sit and count money or fuck or just look down at the little guy beneath them. There wasn’t anyone else in there but me for the third race. The place stank of wine and sweat, but it didn’t bother me any. For once I was starting to get ahead and getting treated like I wasn’t just wasting my time on this rock. There was even enough wine left in the bottle for half a mouthful of celebration. I never heard him come in. I must have been pounding on the glass too hard…
My time was easy. At least that’s what everyone I talk to tells me. They always had it the roughest and I don’t understand. I don’t really care anymore. I tell them what they want to hear and take their money. I try to make sure I look at them once in a while. I got to see a lot of us come and go in that hall – all types and all sorts of suffering. I used to keep an eye on the outside – the darkness and broken reflections of the place we were caged – but that was before I started thinking about escape. It might have taken me a while, but everyone has a price and eventually I bought enough friends to help me through that hedge. Damn shame not all of them made it through but at least I paid in advance.
Now what do you do? That thing they dropped in my place makes my girl happy and spends more time at work than I ever did. It got itself a promotion and bought her that house she always wanted. They fuck harder than I ever have. My mom died and my pop started drinking. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t recognize me if I hadn’t been gone. What do you do?
My dad likes the most expensive wines – seventy bucks a bottle. My girl needs her fix every once in awhile – an easy three hundred. And you… I got just what you need.
Words To and From
- Got a deal to cut? Got something to unload fast? Or are you looking for that thing to make your problems go way? Whatever you want - I'm sure we can come to an agreement. - Sean Briggs
- He's got what you need, and he likes teeth. And you're really, REALLY sorry you got forwarded to Collections. - Dub
- It's a hard thing to know that you can put a price on friendship. It's even harder to know that you've sold before. - Sean Briggs
- What's that word mean? - most of the Freehold of the Blackswamp
- You made him run!? You have no idea how much trouble I'm in. - Dub
- I have had enough of this. - Sean Briggs before crushing a dream realm that had encompassed all of Columbus, Ohio.
Briggs and Reeb
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There is an alternative to dealing with those filthy goblin markets. No silly sales pitches. No god awful tricks. No hoops to jump through. No negotiations. Our offices may be contacted by any in good standing with the courts. Exceptions may be made.
Services: Please note that we are not limited by this list and will entertain and politely discuss any business proposition.
- Master Pledgesmith - Their unconventional style avoids the vague wordings and loop-holes present in traditional pledges.
- Toll Taking - Briggs and Reeb represent the finest Tolltaker Knights in their area.
- Acquisitions - Representing the Lost in any business matter and seeking a fair, equitable solution for our clients.
- Dream Vessels - Made to suit, no questions asked. An entire night of dreams can be prepared in moments.
- Hedge Spinning - Though admittedly not the finest source of hedge spun garments, our prices are reasonable and can be made with little notice.
Clients of Note:
- Candy - Less of a client and more of a consultant, but from time to time we have agreed on terms. She does offer some unusual forms of payment.
- Cyanne Thayer - Setting her passions to ink was no easy task, but it was done all the same.
- Darling - It would appear that the value of an entire freehold can be worn on one's wrist. I will have a contract reviewed and sign before I work for her freehold again.
- Irina Kovalenko - She has the wit to know she does not know everything and the determination to seek that knowledge.
- Johnny - He makes his payments promptly and doesn't expect anything more than what he asked for. We appreciate his business.
- Rebecca Tulane - Though it has been some time since we have had dealings, her accounts are up to date. Does anything else really matter?
Useless Trinkets
2001 - Sean Briggs works 38 hours a week at an obscure accounting office. His first suicide attempt fails. Sean Briggs is admitted into Circle of Life for observation. He is released sixth months later - four days after his birthday. He meets a girl while under observation and the two stay together after they are both released.
2003 - His second suicide attempt fails. When he realizes he's failed again, he laughs harder then he can remember before passing out. He is taken to Circle of Life again and released three months later. His girlfriend writes to him every day, he only reads the letters when he can't find anything else to do.
2004 - Mr. Briggs returns to work with the same accounting office and develops an interest in horse racing. He is taken two months after returning to work. He misses only two days of mortal time but is in Arcadia for what seemed to be just short of forty years. His return leaves him as disoriented as most, but with Johnny's aid he recovers quickly. Johnny introduces him to Candy.
2005 - After spending a few months with Candy at the Almshouse, he re-enters the mortal world and uses his skills to capture huge sections of the local markets. The contracts he learned in Arcadia are indispensable. Within two years, he amasses a fortune. The only other lost he speaks with is Candy. What they talk about, even he cannot remember.
2007 - Feeling like something is missing, Mr. Briggs gives up his mortal connections and returns to the Almshouse. He invests his profits wisely and starts work as a pledgesmith and dream crafter. Candy has been nice enough to charge half the going rate for his room at the Almshouse - Mr. Briggs refuses to pay any less. He and Dub Reeb quickly come to terms and Mr. Reeb is put into his role as Collections.
Inspiring lyrics and melodies.
Inspiring Persona: Henry Ford, Dr. Victor Frankenstein, The Jews of Prague, God
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Categories: Wizened | Artist | No Court | Drudge
