Tobias "Falcon" Scott
From Changeling Venue
[edit] OverviewAlias(es):Falcon, Songbird Birth Name:Jonathan Michael Fisher Name:Tobias Falcon Scott Age:20s? Seeming: Fairest Kith: Gandharva Court: Winter Court Virtue: Charity Vice: Lust Concept:Broken Artist, Travailing Musician Entitlement:None Physical description: Mask: 5'8" with large delicate blue eyes, Falcon strikes many with his soft features. Though he is usually seen with a few days stubble, his soft skin rebells against this harsh, masculine feature. More frequently seen now with a vest and a striped button down, Falcon wears clothes of the anonymous musician, silently sitting in the corner of the club. Also, Falcon is not unfamiliar with tattoos: an elaborate treble clef on his right forearm, an intricate large key on his left, a broken chain on his left ankle, and lastly a torn up scar revealing his heart with a thorny vine pressing into it on his chest. Best guess of age is as young as 18 and as old as 22. Lastly, the once prominent guitar chocker he once wore is now missing. In his breast pocket there now rests a Jack of Diamonds... Mien: His general features remain the same. Though, his facial hair begins to thin out, revealing patches as if he were a young teen forcing his face to reflect his desire for an older image. His cheekbones are high, and his eyes become larger, as does his mouth. His nose is outlined in a delicate brown, nail like substance that blends in with his eyebrows. His hair has long streaks in it which he will credit to his "falcon" heritage, though the patterns resemble more that of the nightingale. His voice is clear and precise, and almost sounds like he is singing faintly. His tattoos are even brighter in his fae mien and he smells of sandalwood and cloves. Relevant Mechanics: New ID: 2 Expression (Voice/Guitar): 5 Clarity: 5 Wyrd: 3 Enchanting Performance: Falcon can infuse glamor into his music to stir emotions in those who listen. In addition, even in difficult situations, with broken strings and unruly crowds, his Wyrd helps portect his music from being sullied by outside influences. [edit] Character Information[edit] Known HistoryBasic Timeline: -1980: Born in Mountain Rest, South Carolina -1985: His father buys him his first guitar -1995: Plans to go to Carnegie Mellon for Music -1996: Meets Jacob -1997: Excepted with full scholarship and is taken within the week -2004: Escapes and returns somewhere near his hometown with little memory -2005: Leaves the motley that found him and moves to Orlando -2008: First visits the House of Cards
Merit Details:
His Mantle is that of a stark and clear Winter's day, that looks peaceful but hides hidden dangers under the snow.
Background: Born in Mountain Rest, South Carolina in 1980, Michael Fisher led a calm, peaceful life. His father taught music at a local school while his mother stayed home and painted most of the time. It was no surprise then that Michael followed in his parents footsteps when he himself took up music as his passion. When he was fifteen he decided on Carnegie Mellon and began to pursue this dream with every last bit of himself. The dreams followed closely after this. Vivid dreams of birds, snakes, and dancing knives chased him, demanding more and more from him. Practice more, play more, sing more, compose more. Become better. To not allow distractions, to not allow missed opportunities, to become the best, to perform for the best. The dreams were frightening, but never too harsh. He thought that they simply were his own; his own focus and drive pushing him to his goal. And so he moved on. Until, that is, he met Jacob. Like all first loves it was passionate and wonderful, and somehow Jacob made the nightmares less harsh. Well, perhaps their memory at least. When the news came, when the auditions passed, Michael discovered that we would indeed be attending Carnegie Mellon, with a full scholarship. A party in his honor, simply a week away, created to celebrate his triumph. The dreams stopped even and Michael looked forward to his campfire victory, to take place in a local park. Jacob was the first there and the secret lovers walked slowly into the woods to steal a moment alone. Talking of their vastly different ideas, the two planned, hoped, and dreamed like all those in love, of perfect solutions to distance, time, and money. Walking further Jacob stopped under one of the large, old trees. Confused, Michael looked up to see a stone cold face where the warm smile of his lover once was. One word he mouthed: run. He said in the second time. Looking up to his nightmare made real, Michael’s eyes darted about, looking from the snakes, to feathers, to knives, all dancing in this shadowy mass. So they ran. Why did everything look so far away? This tree shouldn’t be here? Jacob was ahead and it only took one, one look back and he fell. Michael fell on top with a large thump, only to be taken screaming up into the shadow. The last thing he remembered was his eyes, the look in Jacob’s eyes as he was taken up into the shadow. Life in Arcadia was delightfully simple for Michael. Sing, sing, and sing. He was given a chamber and told not to leave it unless he was called. All that he ate, all that he felt, was cold and empty, filling him with nothing. So, Michael thought it was a dream, a coma, a mind game. He’d wake up eventually… It was the snake. Wandering outside his bounds one night, the snake bit him. The poison though strong, was not lethal. Yet, that pain. The searing agony was enough to jolt his mind, this place is real. I’ve been here for a very long time and now I know….and the Keeper wasn’t pleased. Nursed back to health, Michael sang for them a few more times. Then, one night they ushered him into a courtyard, near where the snake bit him. Tying a silver cord round his ankle, they instructed him to sing. Sing all night, but sleep in the day. The snake would guard them, watching them, him and the other birds. Strange how he never noticed them. Stranger still when he noticed his own wings… Sing…Sing…Sing…Sleep….Sleep…Sleep…eyes. His eyes. Those eyes. The curiosity started small, then a dull, constant panic. Until he began to remember: He’s waiting. Luring the snake close by feigning sleep, Michael timed his jump. The venom broke his cord and he began to fly. Slowing gliding away from the palace, Michael fell to earth. Winter had come. How long has it been?
 Stealing, pick pocketing, and using what little magic he had, Michael lived off the streets. A kind motley, lords of summer, found him and took him in. Training him to fight, they called him Falcon. Their little bird of war. Through their efforts much was done. Falcon was able to train, to learn, to practice his skills again. To learn of his fate and to be branded with them, three fresh tattoos to “remind you where you’ve been.” They set up his new name “Tobias Falcon Scott, a music tutor.” Eventually, they even found his fetch. Old enough, the fetch just looked older enough. To make matters worse the damn thing had married and adopted. His new wife was pretty…that thought confused Falcon. Couldn’t they have gotten it right? A concert, he’s a composer or something, so the group sneaks into a concert. Falcon is extra careful, and though is mildly distracting, stays hidden. “I can’t play like that. I was never that good at composing…” That’s all they heard. They’re all happy Falcon protests. Ever last one. He can’t replace him, he’s too young looking. Fight after fight breaks out. They want their bird of war, a coming of age kill. Falcon leaves their burning summer air. Walking he finds himself in the graveyard. How macabre…It’s funny how fate works… When he sees the grave he’s confused for a moment. Shock came later, for at the immediate moment, disbelief reigned. Why hadn’t they told him, did they even know? Jacob…this is where Jacob was now. A little research and a little asking later, Falcon finds that he committed suicide two years after he was taken. Better to believe that at least, then some horrible alternative. Wishing someone dead…because the worse is just… Falcon then pledged himself to Winter on the grave of his first love. A simple note of thanks remained behind, thanking them, begging for the life of his fetch, and telling them of his plans to move on. And so he moved on. The dart landed first in China. That’s no good. The second landed in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. That’s a little silly. The third landed off the map completely…Orlando…I know the way for the most part…Yes, Orlando it is. The world map with countless holes in remote or impossible places. Leaving it up to fate was proving counterproductive…So Orlando…a new life… And so Falcon moved onto Orlando. New Id in hand, he made a new life as a music teacher, watching, waiting. A few years past. He sees others on the streets, but looks away, moves away…It’s easier to be alone. But as the years move on, Falcon begins to want more. Perhaps one trip…one look at the freehold....the House of Cards. I’m sure it won’t be too bad…what’s the worst that can happen? [edit] MotleyThe Diamond Shelter: devoted to providing solace and peace to anyone who needs it. Half shoulders to cry on and half adopted big brother, we almost always have someone in our care. Caleb, Ty, and Falcon [edit] Allies The subject of allies is a touchy subject, as it is for some changelings. Though Falcon wouldn't dare call any of these his allies- save for those who would call to him first-he has been seen in the company of these particular changelings more often than not:
[edit] EnemiesNone presently. [edit] Character Inspirations~Damian, a fellow broken musician played by one David Mayo in Fireflies by the Bay. ~Jorinda and Joringel ~Nightingale folklore [edit] Soundtrack
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[edit] Rumors -Is really a poorly disguised Beast. -Is oathbroken to his former motley from North Carolina because he wouldn't kill his fetch. -Is actually a member of a secret spy organization which is gathering information about all the Lost in the House of Cards. -After the coronation ball for Lily Carters, Falcon, along with Ty, searched JayJay's house, for God knows what, unaccompanied and without consent...a rather bold move on the part of Winter courtiers. -Pretended to be the real Jack of Diamonds for the House of Cards only to protect Ty from those who would seek to harm him due to his prominent position. - Always Crumbles his enemies. - Falcon learns all his best tricks from Durendal (feel free to add more) |
