Varyn
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Wizened Artist |
|---|---|
| Court | Autumn Court •• |
| Freehold | |
| Player | Jillian Christensen jmbrown@rochester.rr.com |
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Overview
Alias(es):None. Varyn is extremely proud of the scars and the name her durance gave her.
Real Name: Jeanette Alice Quigley
Location: Eastern Massachusetts
Age: 25, but looks more like 40.
Seeming: Wizened
Kith:
Court: Autumn
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Envy
Concept: Tinker, Crafter of Extraordinary Objects, Magic Thief
Physical description: Dingy white dredlocks are strung through with rusted bolts, washers, wingnuts and twisted nails. Her face is streaked with oil and soot and her eyes, while bright, are beady and lined with years of abuse. Her skin is pale, being unused to the sun, and her arms long and gangly. Her hands are incredibly gnarled by labor, with quick, dexterous fingers and red, swollen knuckles. Usually seen wearing dirty clothes that allow free movement and an expansive tool belt.
Relevant Mechanics: Varyn is possessed of a middling Autumn Mantle.
Character Livejournal: jilliko.livejournal.com
History
Current Activities: After working with the Machine - earthly devices are no problem. Varyn runs a repair business in the hours she's not chief mechanical engineer at an electrical power plant.
Background: Worked as a household slave from birth. As she grew, the drudge became adept at fixing things: squeaky doors, uneven chairs, a too hot oven, minor mechanical problems. Someone noticed and the drudge was promoted/sent off to work in The Factory.
The Factory: "As I would come to learn later, the humans had themselves an Industrial Revolution wherein people would build these large machines to do things for them and in the interest of efficiency and speed, sacrificed people to these dangerous metal beasts in droves every day. In the fevered nightmares of these surviving mortals, there is the Factory. An endless, gigantic machine that does something we'll never know by a process we'll never know. A ravening, consuming, finicky metal beast that opened it's jaws hourly to consume some poor creature that toiled only for its happiness."
The Foreman: A large, burly creature with a long leather apron and a massive wrench. As Varyn tried diligently not to die while improving the efficacy of The Factory, he noticed the job was being well done. In the barracks that night, where all factory workers got their rationed four hours of sleep, he summoned the drudge with, "You are now my Varyn," which in some archaic tongue means apprentice or second.
Varyn learned what made the Machine work - a seemingly nonsensical, limitless chain of cogs, pistons, levers and pullies which worked on every imaginable fuel. What it made? Magic. Magic to power the entire realm, that the Leanhaunsidhe and the creatures like the Foreman could harness at will. When Varyn wasn't working with the Foreman, Varyn studied his books - texts which illustrated how other such smaller machines could be built - artifice.
Escape: I don't know yet. But I think a Foreman's getting fed to the Machine.
Associations & Associates
Proud Member of Never Again and The Brotherhood of Chains
Niemand Keiner - founder of Never Again and what passes as a best friend.
Erised - Druid of the Order of The Isle and one of the only 'pretties' to have ever earned her full trust.
Caius Arctorus Paendragon - Solider of The Praesidium, favorite test subject and bodymod guinea pig.
Saga - Leonine founder of The Brotherhood and only Changeling man enough to take Varyn to bed.
Character Inspirations
Q, The James Bond Movies
Q, Star Trek: The Next Generation
The World of Metropolis
Dave Lister, Red Dwarf
MacGyver
Henri Toulouse Latrec, Moulin Rouge
Soundtrack
Furnace Rekindled - Will
At the End of the Day - Les Miserables
Rusty D-Con-Struck-Tion - Ashley MacIssac
Ten Thousand Fists - Disturbed
Quotes
"You think you had it bad? You think you suffered and moaned and wept at the loss of the false love your Leanhaunsidhe masters faked for you all those brief years in the thorns? You played in the garden, my pretty little showpiece. I worked in the soil."
"Varyn? You should see her when she lets loose and pops that ass on the dance floor. Her fox trot brings all the foxes to the yard, that's for sure. Only thing; never leave your back to her; she'll slap that ass with all the power of an ogre on PCP."~ Erised Eveningsong
"I remember Varyn, faintly. She is a master of crafts I can barely concieve of." - Rigger
"I understand nothing of her machines, though her speech is plain enough. She demands drink when she is thirsty, curses when she is angry, and has no shame in telling men what she wants from them; a fine woman." - Cerannen
Rumors
It's actually Varyn that runs Never Again, pulling Neimand's strings by some blackmail she has on him.
Varyn's shriveled up heart actually grows two full sizes on Christmas morning.
