Uncle Jack

From Changeling Venue

Seeming	Darkling Mirrorskin
Court	Winter Court ••••
Freehold	Mushroom Kingdom
Player	Patrick Mason

1 Overview
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Overview

Alias(es):

Uncle Jack, The Ghost, The Fixer

Real Name:

Edward Fonstar

Age:

Early 30's (He's not even sure)

Concept:

I’m that guy they call when they need something from the real world. You need a driver’s license, you call me. You need a concealed weapons license you call me. You need a new home, a job, a place to lay low, you have some trouble with the cops, you want your fetch gone. You call me.

Entitlement:

Physical description:

Mask:

"I use to run with Jack, sometimes. You know when he was showing me the ropes. I'll be damned if I can tell you what he looked like to the mundanes. I mean,you know I could see the mask, but everyday he was wearing a new one. Everyday it was something else, something new. Well not everyday. Sometimes he used faces I'd seen before, but I don't know if I ever saw his 'real' mask. Whatever a 'real' mask is that is."

- Anonymous

Mein:

"I believe I've only seen his real mein but a few times. Oh I have met Jack before on several occasions to talk about a wide range of subjects. I've met him as a Beast, as an Ogre, as an Elemental. I even once had the chance to meet him as a Fairest. The experience was somewhere between disturbing and wonderful. But the times I saw him for real, his true mein, the image I can still place in my mind is filled with darkness. He sports a once handsome face. He had black hair and eyes, oh yes black eyes, all black. His teeth are almost straight but have a slightly feral and crooked look, but pure white, they shone rather brilliantly compared to the rest of him. Lines have begun to form around his face giving it an older-that-he-should-be look. His skin was white, but a dirty, muddy, grayish kind of white, more blended in with the darkness he seemed to carry with him. He’s not like most darklings I know. He’s big, like a large shadow, intimidating, but not evoking the primal fear that so many of them do. The dark and handsome stranger from the fairy tales is the best I can say."

-Anonymous

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Known History

Basic Timeline:

1970 - Born

1988 - Started College

1992 - Taken by the Dark lady

2001 - Jack returns from across the Hedge

2002 - Jack settles down in College Station, Texas

Current Activities: Involved in most of the blackmarket in the city. Seems to be an important member of the local underworld organizations. Spends his time in the view of changelings helping them set up new identities, taking fetch hunting jobs, hiding changelings that need to lay low, and mentoring changelings, especially darklings, on how to live in the mortal world.

Merit Details:

Police Allies (Approved)

Texas Department of Public Safety Allies (Approved #USA-SC-NO-0710-80505)

St. Joseph Hospital Allies (Approved)

US State Department, Passport Services Office Allies (Approved #USA-SC-LC-0805-90440)

US Social Security Administration Allies (Approved #USA-SC-LC-0801-84750)

Underworld Status (Approved)

An Interview with Uncle Jack

Pre-Kidnapping • How old are you? What year were you born?

“Early 30 something years old, I think, I wuz born in 1970. I can see your brow furrowing and I know that math might not add up, I’ll be gettin to that.”

• Who were you before you were taken? Who did you want to be? What were your goals and fears? Describe your mortal life in as many details as you can.

“My mortal life huh, yeah I guess you’d have to call it that now, cause I ain’t so mortal no more. Who was I? My folks’d say I was just another punk kid. I’d say I was a typical teenager in the area. I got decent enough grades, was lookin into college after high school. Didn’t have much in the way of goals, but I always thought I’d be good at something. I played some sports, not football or basketball. More like track and field and swimming. I didn’t like getting hit see, still don’t, come to think of it.” *He pauses and thinks*

“I was probably just gonna be a mechanic like my pop, but he told me college was where it was at, and that I had a shot at something bigger, so I went. Didn’t get very far though.” *He smiles* “I was more into the social aspect of college than the mental one if you get my drift. I musta gone through at least three majors before settling down into Business. For some reason rapping my head around money just came easy. Probably explains a little of what I’m doin now. Joined some groups, got involved, you know, got some things to put on my resume when it came time to graduate. Too bad that never happened.” *At this his smile fades and he continues.*

“Fears now, those I had plenty of. Everyone does you know, everyone fears something, or everything sometimes. I was afraid to talk to girls. Afraid I wouldn’t fit in…funny that one now that you look at me.” *He smiles again, reaches his hands up and cups his face. He massages his face for a while and when he puts them down he looks different. He looks…like…he looks like me but masculine. He smiles at the surprise on my face* “I was afraid my father would beat the crap outta me once he found out I had changed majors again.” *His smile starts to fade again.* “I was afraid my mom would stop loving me when she left my dad and I didn’t go with her. I was afraid she was dead when we didn’t see her or hear from her for seven months. I was afraid of my future when I found out that I was having my financial aid revoked. Lots of fears, but like I said everyone has them.”

• How old were you when your Keeper took you?

• Describe your kidnapping.

“I was 22 when I went to that party. A bunch of socialites. How I got an invitation I don’t know, although it was contrived I’ll bet. A big grand ball of some kind, celebrating lord knows what. And then I met her. She was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. Had a knockout body and the best face you ever seen attached to a neck this side o’ the Hedge. Although, she wasn’t from this side of the Hedge, was she now. She charmed me faster than a four dollar whore. I mean to say that a four dollar whore is a fast woman. You best stop looking at me like that if you know what’s good for ya. Anyways, she had me by the balls as quick as the flash. Liked that metaphor more huh. I don’t remember much more of the night after her. We danced, she kissed me, we snuck out. I can even say now that it was the best night of my life…no, second best. When I woke up, well you know where I was.”

Across the Hedge • How many days/month/years were you in Faerie in Earth time?

“Well lets think. In earth time I was there just about 8 years.”

• How long were you in Faerie in Arcadia time?

“In their time, well, I’m honestly not sure. The Lady liked to keep me young, I didn’t age much while I was there. Not so bad to be perpetually 22 huh, yeah that’s what I thought at first.”

• Tell me about your Keeper. Who was s/he? Did he or she (or it?) treat you kindly? Cruelly? Capriciously? How did your Keeper interact with the other Fae?

“She was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, puts even you to shame.” *He smiles wickedly* “Awwww, don’t get all pouty there sweetheart. Your nothing to pass up, but you have nothing on her. I would sit for hours just gazing into her soft body. Her eyes would rip through me to my very soul. She had hair that was….well I’m going too deep now. At first I was hers, her only, we made love like newly weds, hell as far as I could tell we were newly weds. Then the others came. I’m still not sure if they were other Fae or just other creatures of her realm. Hell I’m not even sure if they came at any point while I was there, or if they were always there and I just never noticed. I remember jealousy, hated, deception, and then I remember it was over. She had moved on, but I was still there. I was still there.”

• What about your time in Faerie? What were your days like? Were you a hunter or a servant? Maybe a court fool? Describe an average, nothing special sort of day.

“I faded into the background. If she saw me I was dead, or at least I wish I was. I became the shadows, because that was where I was safe. At least at first. Then I found the others. There were others in the shadows. Not like me, not like anything, maybe like nothing, maybe they were nothing. Some days they were nice and left me alone. Some days they played tricks on me, trapped me in dungeons, left me wandering for hour only to stumble out upon my former Mistress, where she’d beat me for just showing my face. I hated them, sometimes more than her, sometimes less. At some point I took to cleaning the castle we lived in…or was it a mansion.” *At this point he shakes his head* “Either way, it was spooky as hell, but I started cleaning it, and then I started doing other chores, and then soon enough I was acting as butler. It’s strange to look back on how it happened, going from lover, to skulking shadow, to window washer, to hiding butler. But it all made sense at the time…but yeah, I guess almost anything can make sense while your there.”

• Is your seeming similar to your Keeper’s, or does it reflect your environment? Were you shaped for a specific purpose?

“The Lady was a dark godess of some kind. Everything in her realm reflected her. Me included. I think I became more of what I am because of how my purpose in her realm kept shifting. I was dark, well we all were, but the kind of dark thing I am now, well, that was because I never really fit in there.”

Being Lost • How did you escape? Did you have help?

“The realization hit me one day while polishing a mirror in one of the bathrooms. I was doing my best to polish it and then it struck me, my clothes were the same color as the wall was painted. And then it dawned on me that I was not wearing clothing, at least not above the waste. And I looked closer and I saw that not only was my skin the same color as my surroundings, but it had begun to show the same patterns on it as the wall. The terror that struck into me was profound enough that I could hold onto that memory. Every day I stayed there the less likely it would be before I saw my father, or mother, or Jeremy, or Janice, or any other human being for that matter. I had to escape. We had visitors to the Mansion/Castle from time to time, sometimes they brought others. Others like me. Sometimes I could talk to them, outside of listening ears. And then sometimes I found compatriots. I don’t remember much of the details, but I couldn’t do it alone, and they helped me, and I’ve been grateful ever since.”

• Tell me about your Fetch. Are they alive? Dead? If they are alive, do they appear younger or older than you do? Are they happy? Does it matter?

“When I got back, ho boy, when I got back. That little bitch had put someone else in my shoes. He had graduated, gotten a job as a stock broker, moved to New York, gotten married. Naturally it took me some time to find this out, but when I found the son of bitch. Oh, well, lets just say his furniture wasn’t fit to give to the homeless, and his body wasn’t fit to give to science.” *He smiles again* “Awww looking distressed. Well with the amount of misery you’ve probably put people through over the years I’m sure you’ll go to the same hell as me.” *He smiles again* “His bank account made a good start for my new life.”

• Do you want your old life back? Why? Why not?

“Hell no. Well not entirely. I miss being able to talk to my parents, at least as their son. Not gonna be too keen on getting a call from their dead son right? But beyond that, my life died when I left. And I can still see my parents. Hell I talk to my dad every Tuesday. I just go to the bar as someone new every week and strike up a conversation. I still see my mom sometimes, when I can find her that is.”

• How old do you appear to be? Younger or older than you should be?

“Back to the bad math. I look younger than I should. Partially because of what I am, and partially because she liked to keep me young, so I stayed young.”

• What do you look like? What color is your hair? How do you dress? Do you have distinguishing marks? What does your seeming look like?

“I look like what I need to look like. There’s always a different face to wear and the clothes to go with it. My appearance depends on what I need to look like to complete the job I do. If I’m going to Court, all official like, which isn’t often mind you, I dress in my suit, my good one, and I wear my old face.” *At this point he takes his face in his hands and massages it again. When he lets his hands down a once handsome face looks back at me. He has brown hair and eyes, teeth that are almost straight but have a slightly feral look. Lines have begun to form around his face giving it an older-that-he-should-be look. He smiles. I look at him now, he’s not like most darklings I know. He’s big, like a large shadow, intimidating, but not scary. The dark and handsome stranger from the fairy tales.*

• How do you react to changeling society? Are you looking to create a new life as a changeling? Do you wish to be “cured?” What are your current goals in life? Do you have a motley? A position in the local Freehold?

“Oh I knew there were others like me. When I broke out I didn’t do it alone. Me and the others well, we kept in touch see. They brought me back to them. You see when you find out you have no life really and you’re starting back at square one, you find the people you still know. They brought me in. Taught me about the Courts, urged me to join one. I found my place eventually. See I don’t go to court often, just when they need me. I’m that guy they call when they need something from the real world. You need a driver’s license, you call me. You need a concealed weapons license you call me. You need a new home, a job, a place to lay low, you have some trouble with the cops, you want your fetch gone. You call me. I’m not the strongest Winter ‘ling you’ll meet, but I am one of the strongest in the city, and I’m the guy that gets you through the thing we call real life. “

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