Wroke
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Elemental Fireheart |
|---|---|
| Court | Spring Court •••• |
| Freehold | Canberra |
| Player | Mathew Guest |
Contents |
Overview
Alias(es): Wroke Firelily
Real Name: Aidan Kelly
Age: 18
Concept: Social butterfly, fickle flame, passionate gardener, Bipolar teenager, college playboy.
Entitlement: None
Physical description: Red hair, green eyes and pale, freckled skin in mortal seeming. Black hair that looks and feels like smoke, eyes the colour of fire and a bit too much body heat in changeling seeming.
Relevant Mechanics: Striking Looks 4, Wyrd 2
Character Information
Known History
Basic Timeline:
- 1947: Kelly family arrived in Geelong, Australia. Mr. Kelly began working on a farm, Mrs. Kelly working as a sketch artist.
- 1948: Aidan Kelly was born, the second son and fifth child of Mr. and Mrs. Kelly.
- 1960: Taken by the Lord of Bitter Chill.
- 1975: Aidan Kelly, the Fetch, died during a bank robbery when one of the robbers grew anxious and shot the Irishman for moving suddenly.
- 2007: "Wroke" escaped Arcadia and emerged into Canberra, rather quickly and suddenly becoming King of the Spring Court.
Current Activities: Attending school, going for some form of degree in horticulture.
Merit and Ability Details:
Contracts: Elements (Fire), Communion (Wood), Fleeting Spring
Background: "I don't remember much; but who does? It's all a blur, really, but underneath that blur I know something of what happened. I know there were plants. My lovely, beautiful plants. Roses and tulips and sunflowers, thyme and rosemary and mint, everything I ever wanted to grow in my garden and more... But there was also fire. At first I hated the fire, because all it did was hurt me and my flowers... Then he made it a part of me, somehow, and all for a joke..."
Aidan always had a green thumb, ever since he could crawl he was getting into the garden and playing in the dirt, and ever since he'd figured out that plants were meant to stay in the ground he's loved their simplicity and tranquil nature. His mother encouraged it, teaching him that helping plants grow would help him grow as well. Mostly she had meant that growing vegetables would be good for the general health of the family; surely she couldn't have known that fostering her child's love for flowers and all forms of plant life would cause her to lose him...
One day, while walking home from school with his siblings, Aidan noticed a beautiful blue flower in the hedge that bordered the yard of someone's home. Having never before seen such a strangely wondrous sight, the young child immediately went to investigate. For some reason, the closer he came to where the flower should have been, the further away it seemed. Eventually casting a glance at his surroundings, Aidan found himself lost in a maze of thorns and vines. It was dark, scary, but one beautiful thing still remained; that ocean-blue flower. Only when he looked for it again, the flower was gone, until he turned to leave this scary place and found someone standing behind him - holding that blue flower!
"You can have this and many more if you come with me, little boy..." That cold voice was both entrancing and powerfully frightening all at once, a slender hand offering the blue flower to the Irish boy. Without any idea what he was doing, Aidan reached out his hands and took the flower. "So be it. Come, Wroke." A statement and an order, and Aidan found himself leaving all reason and care - and even his own name - behind as he followed this strangely charming yet bitter man.
The Lord of Bitter Chill had a private garden in which he would entertain his guests. Wroke's task was to make sure it was splendidly beautiful at all times. Not a leaf, not a grain of dirt was to be out of place, else he was punished. For a time it was almost good. Wroke could cry his pain out amongst the flowers and the trees, even while he was rearranging them or cutting them down. Then the Lord of Bitter Chill decided that merely cutting down a tree wasn't good enough; it had to be removed entirely, so that not a single speck was left of it. In order to carry out these removals of vegetation, Aidan was to set them alight. He could not refuse, and it broke his heart time and time again to see each and every leaf and petal burn.
Every time the garden needed to be changed, Wroke had to burn it away and start over. Slowly he was being burnt across his entire body, and with each new burn he felt some strange link to the fire that scorched him. When the Lord of Bitter Chill came to him again and demanded that all the plants be burnt away and an entirely new garden be made ready for guests by the next day, Wroke had become fascinated with the flames beyond any boundary of sanity. He set the garden alight, raising his arms to embrace the flames as the inferno consumed the entire area. It was painful, more painful than any one single burn or the combination of the plethora of scorch-marks he had already received. It burnt away something vital, something he had always held on to from the beginning. That tranquillity of plant-life he had always admired was replaced with the fickle nature of a flame.
The Lord of Bitter Chill was at once amused and displeased with his new garden of fire and smoke, and Wroke was beaten horribly. His Keeper was so displeased that he had to entertain his guests elsewhere. That was when it happened... There was a great commotion, the doors to the garden burst open. The look in their eyes said they were searching for the way out, but instead they'd found another dead end. They grabbed the boy and took him with them, but he was still injured and couldn't keep up. It was just as they entered the hedge and made their final dash for freedom that he lost sight of them. The one that had held his hand let him go, consumed by their excitement to be free, and Wroke saw only retreating images as he fell to the ground and gave in to fatigue and injury.
When he awoke, after who knows how long, he remembered what the others were doing. Freedom. Escape. Was it possible? This place looked like where he had first met his Keeper, so perhaps it was. There was a path, and he followed it, emerging into a place of concrete and steel, machines and electricity; all those things he had never truly known in his own time. He tried to find his way, but he was lost and alone... Until a helpful stranger decided to take him in. He was a pretty little flame, and this stranger did so like pretty things. This stranger himself was quite pretty, and for the first time since meeting his Keeper, Wroke found himself enjoying the company of another. The rest is not quite history... but rather in the making.
Motley
None... So sad D:
Allies
The Spring Court
Neve
Deadlock
Rubens
Nic
Enemies
Soundtrack
- Gone So Young - Amber Pacific
- One Night - The Corrs
- Tony The Beat - The Sounds
- Shackled - Vertical Horizon
- Cinderella - Sweetbox
- World Falls Away - Seether
Quotes
Rumors
- Is only the King of his court because someone didn't care if he died; however, he caught on a little too quick and passed the buck at the crucial point, then stole it back immediately after the danger passed.
- Gay as a yellow feather duster; but he still flirts with women?
- Wroke really doesn't like it when you do something to "his" fire. This pretty much includes any fire nearby that isn't in someone else's personal possession (i.e. a lighter, a box of matches, a flaming glass of brandy, etc.).
- Childish beyond belief... or is he?
OOC Information
Player: Mathew Guest
Other Characters:
- Evan Miller, an Ithaeur in The Road Warriors
- Ruby, a Moros Apostate and resident of Canberra.
- Jimmy, a Gangrel Crone.
