From Changeling Venue

Seeming	Fairest Draconic
Court	Summer Court •
Freehold	Fen of Brambles
Player	Rene Sanchez

Contents 1 Overview 2 Known History 3 Once Upon a Time 4 Quotes 5 Rumors

Overview

Real Name: Name before being captured not commonly known. Currently goes by Sullivan Silverstorm

Alias: "Van"

Age: late teens - early 20s

Location: Tampa, FL

Character Livejournal: Prodigal Sun X

Appearance: Appearance and Demeanor:

Appearance and Demeanor

If you asked his students how they feel around him, their answer is normally "pumped!" or "ready to kick some ass!" Indeed, most mortals find themselves energized and ready for physical activity around Van when he is teaching- a certain primal heat seems to radiate off of him, which most mortals assume is due to his high metabolism and constant sport and martial arts.

He doesn't understand the Changeling world very well, happier to try and live among the mortal world. He goes in the hedge when he needs to but he is always more subdued there, perhaps the remains of what it was to be taken. In the end, he is a rambunctious 13 year old boy stuck in a 19 year old’s or early twenty something’s body- which is confusing as you might imagine.

Mask: Val appears as a young man at the peek of health. His body is muscular and lean from long hours of physical training and sport along with as healthy a diet as he can afford as the only bread winner for three people. His eyes, like his sister’s are a shifting shade of hazel that are prone to olive green and a honeyed brown color. His short cropped hair, normally dark, is lightened considerably by long hours in the sun- which by extension leaves him with the kind of tan that comes from being outside in Florida weather most of your day. He is tall and broad shouldered and could easily strike and intimidating pose, but is more often seen smiling with a sarcastically raised eyebrow.

Mien: His hair turns to a radiant gold in his mien, as do his eyes and skin, deep bronzed tattoos cover his sculpted body, which under closer examination are actually artfully placed scars. His ears are elegant and high pointed, as are the rest of his features. There is something slightly reptilian and alien to his eyes, and those unlucky enough to catch his angry gaze feel as though a dragon of legend is sizing them up for a meal.

Known History

Known Siblings: Celest Silverstorm

Basic Timeline: Returned from the hedge in 2006.

Current Activities: Teaches mixed martial arts at a run down gym in West Tampa.

Motley: Celest Silverstorm and Dzxoxian Brokehorn.

Merit Details: Striking Looks OOOO

Once Upon a Time

The old wizened man grinned from behind his cowl. The shadows falling upon him mysteriously, the bones scattered in front of him on the silken cloth.

"Once upon a time, there was a little boy who lived a charmed life. He had friends everywhere he went, won game after game for his team, was thought to be a little smarter and more clever than he actually was. Everyone he met loved him and he loved them in return- but most of all he loved his sister, his twin.

"Yet, she was always angry with him, even though he knew she loved him. His school work and sport always seemed to outshine everything she did in the eyes of their parents and friends, and this mad him sad- but sadder still when she began to notice too and hate him for it. He tried to share the light but everyone seemed to always cast a shadow upon her no matter what he said or did. Her words became sharper, her acts more and more mean, until one night her words sliced too deep into him. Rather than return her slights he ran off towards their school and there sat alone in the field... alone until the sky opened up and a beautiful and terrible creature swept him away—so the trap was set…"

With the force of an speeding truck, Van's left plunged deep into the old goblin's jaw. A horrible snap and gurgle muffled its way into the air as his jaw dislocated, spraying blood and teeth onto the side of his cowl. The force of the blow knocked him back, spilling the bones onto the floor. Van's eyes squinted angrily, filled with the dragon's ire, as the heat of his wrath lifted off in waves.

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid goblin fucker!" Van hissed. "I told you I didn't want my fortune read. What the fuck is with you old cunts?" Van feigned an aura of intrigue. "Oh look at me, I'm so mystic, I'm so mysterious, with bones and cards, and cowls." He rolled his eyes. "Get a fucking life, dude."

Van turned around in disgust, leaving the goblin moaning in pain, holding onto his jaw. "Jesus! I fucking hate goblin markets. Little buggers are fucking pushier than Scientologists, Jehovah's Witnesses, and used-car salesmen combined." Van plunged his hands into his pockets and continued down the alleyway, local vendors moving out of his way so as not to be the next to feel his claws.

Van hated the hedge. He hated the market. All of it's whimsical storybook bullshit was a distraction from the shit he had to get done that weekend. He had an exam in intro to microeconomics on Monday, three chapters to read for his literature class, and he had to pull another graveyard shift at the docks later. In a perfect world, he'd be home cramming for Monday, catching a quick nap, then going to work. But the world wasn't perfect—he had other responsibilities, he needed to watch out for his sister.

Ever since they got back he had felt the gulf between them widening. She kept embracing the emo bullshit of her court, kept plunging herself deeper and deeper into the fucked up world of faerie while he was trying to regain a semblance of normal life. Something hard for someone with the mind of a thirteen year-old boy who just wanted to be back with his folks… but that could never happen because of Them.

They, The Others, had come and taken them away when they were both 12. After having gone through whatever hell they had each endured (Van didn't like to think about it), they had returned, aged another 8 years, only to find that no more than a year had gone by on earth. Their Fetches, pod-people made by The Others to take their place, had completely assimilated their lives and while they wanted nothing more to take those lives back, they couldn't—how would they explain it to their parents? No. You can't go back. You have to make something new.

Something new to Van meant getting food in their stomachs, a roof over their heads and clothes on their backs. "Get the basics," he had said to her. "We can worry about the rest later." Those eight years in Boy-scouts had paid off. Worrying about the rest for Van meant getting a fake identity, a job, maybe even an education. For Cel, it seemed to mean wrapping herself in the fantasy world of Faerie until she became an agoraphobic to the real world, hiding in shadows and darkness and dealing only with other Lost. Van hated that—nothing pissed him off more to watch his sister becoming some twisted creature, addicted to glamour and the Hedge, constantly in danger, constantly attracting the gaze of the Gentry.

Van stopped his thoughts for a moment. From the corner of his eye he saw three of them, one thin Fairest and two brute-squad Ogre types—like Ox but without the sunny, cuddly, "I'm going to fuck you up" disposition. They had been trailing him since he left the goblin bleeding and with all his thinking he hadn't noticed. His eyes darted about; he caught a better look at them in the reflection of a mirror. He spent a few more seconds of appraising the alley, places to leap from, potential improvised weapons, possible escapes if they ended up being tougher than they looked.

It was then that he caught some movement in his peripheral vision. He watched the Fairest take out a criss blade from a cloak. "God damn it," he sighed. "Why do I always have to get jumped by rejects from a Renaissance festival?"

As the Fairest lunged forward with deadly grace, Van leaped to the left side, landing his right foot on the wall, pushing off high up, twisting in mid-air, and landing his heel squarely on the windpipe of his attacker. He coiled down as he landed on him, crushing his throat with his weight, allowing the flow of glamour to solidify his muscles into a mountain like force. He leaped up from the coiled position, flipped through the air towards the two ogres, plunging his fist into the right-hand one's face, snapping his nose in a gush of blood. The left-hand one, swung around, his fists balled together, knocking Van square in the side with a painful crack. "Shit." He thought as he felt his rib crack. "That's going to be an expensive doctor's bill."

"God damn it!" He hissed, thinking of having to add a trip to the doctor on-top of his already packed schedule. "You fucker!" Van landed, dropped low in a split and let loose a flurry of stone-pulverizing blows on his attacker's gentiles, rupturing the testicles before upper-cutting the ogre's jaw and gouging him in the eyes. As ogre-two fell over crippled by the humiliating pain, Van span around to the second, kicking him in the face until he saw ogre-one's cheek give way. He turned then to the Fairest who was having trouble standing from being unable to breath properly. Van spit on him, plunged his hands into his pockets, and continued walking. "I fucking hate goblin markets."

Quotes

"That's right: GET ANGRY!" To his students.

"Rage is a fuel, use it." To his students.

"How are you not as pissed off about all this as I am?" To his sister upon both of their returns.

"Upset? I'm f@#$ing pissed off! I'm ready to punch through someone's chest... but they're kids- and they're us. I mean I know they aren't us, but they are as close to us as mom and dad will ever have again. We can't... take that away from them." To his sister upon seeing their Fetches with their parents.

"What is it about being pretty that makes Ogres want to throw you over their shoulders?" To Dzxoxian, his Ogre motley member.
"Anyone who puts that much energy into looking that pretty WANTS to be thrown over someone's shoulders...they just get mad because we're not the ones they want to do it, but we're the only ones willing." - Dzxox's response

• <in a low tone snort>"One day... you'll find your way home" -Revenant

• "Around me Van is respectful, follows orders, and is the epitome of a dutiful Summer Court...and yet I have this sneaking suspicion that behind my back the boy is anything but respectful. One of these days I'll catch him at it and then maybe he'll learn that he can be himself around me."- Kalen Blazenheart

• "Van is alright, but seriously needs to calm down a bit. My first option is USUALLY to check something out, then slash it. His approach is to blow it up with Summer Fire and then pick through whats left. But he buys me beer, so I don't argue." - Kei, The Margrave

• "You know, not many people get me and Van at first glance. And, well, yeah, I can get what they're thinking, because one of us is this handsome, irresistable dynamo of sexual energy and charisma, and the other is this nancy-boy Fairest, but it's more than that. See, my main objection with most Fairest is they get everything easy, get the best shit in life handed to them on this fucking golden platter, and then fucking complain about all this great shit they've got going for them, like they actually have some kind of real problem. However, unlike some bastards, Van heaves and sweats down with me and the rest, works DAMN hard for everything he has, and fights like a tiger (or dragon, if you prefer,) to keep it. That I can respect. Now, if we can only get him a few more scars, I'll make him an honorary Ogre, not to mention irresistable to the ladies. But those two things go hand in hand, anyway." - Ox, from his motley

• "Hell ya Van is cool! But I can't hit on Cel when he is around. So that can be difficult to deal with. Plus it is good to have to people as pretty as us be friends. No one wants to see beautiful people fight." - Rift Hendrix

• "Blood is thicker than water. I am Queen, yes. But he is more important than city, court, or my own well-being. After everything he has done for me and everything I.. we've been through, he deserves all the best I can give him." - Celest Silverstorm

• "I seem to have this association with draconic thing going on. Maybe it's the flowery scent. I don't know. I do know that I've rarely seen a Summer courtier take so quickly to tossing ideas around with me on occult matters. It was fun and refreshing and I can't do anything other than admire his devotion to his sister. Sibling devotion is something I completely undertand." - Edria Meredith

• "When the twins came to the Fen I was elated to meet other Wayward my own age. Though, try as I might to get close to them I was never more than a bookkeeper. Perhaps it is for the best, for had I found a closeness with them, I would have been blind to my true calling from the Wyrd, perhaps even staying behind rather than moving on to be trained for the trials that lie ahead." - Danny Darling

Rumors

He was taken for no reason in particular.

Van is secretly a member of the Winter Court.

Van has a cat named Felix who he often treats like another human member of his household.