ReubenPatrick
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Post by ReubenPatrick on Apr 15, 2013 5:15:38 GMT
The universe where world of Gunnerkrigg lies in is a place where everything is possible from fairies, to half man - half owl pyschopomps, immortal ancients, to a demon cuddly toy that has a penchant for saying highly inappropriate things...
So this time why not make your own original characters you had in mind, no matter how crazy or far fetched that character may be.
Complete with but not limited to...
Name:
Description:
Outward Appearance:
Abilities:
Scarring and Emotional Backstory (Neither Scarring nor Emotional is required but would be much more appreciated)
Relevance to the Story:
If you are totally bored and have nothing else to do why not create a portrait of your character. For those who are willing to participate and show off their creative talents in making a fictional character, thank you.
I'm new to all these forums stuff and whatnot so if I did something wrong or something I am very sorry.
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Post by GK Sierra on Apr 15, 2013 7:35:42 GMT
I'm new to all these forums stuff and whatnot so if I did something wrong or something I am very sorry. Wrong, are you kidding? I've been waiting for this thread my whole life! What took you so long?  Name: Bob Seger Description: The most classic rocker on earth. Outward Appearance: Somewhat unkempt. Sometimes a well-cut goatee and sweater, other times a pair of muttonchops that would make Stonewall Jackson blush. Perhaps a sweatband. Perhaps not. Abilities: Blasting classic '60s sound at 12amps. Causing cirrhosis of the liver. In people over 50, can cause nostalgia so intense that nosebleeds follow. Scarring and Emotional Backstory: Started as a front-man for a three piece group in Detroit called "The Decibels". Things only went downhill from there. Eventually left motor city and created the hit single "Night Moves", which rose to #4 on the charts and was subsequently played on an endless loop on every radio station in the greater LA area for the next four decades and counting. Relevance to the Story: Eglamore's dad forced him to listen to the entire boxed set one Christmas Eve. Things were never the same again between them. Eglamore went on to develop serious anger management problems that followed him all throughout his formative years. |
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ReubenPatrick
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Post by ReubenPatrick on Apr 15, 2013 12:06:29 GMT
Awesome man! Completely bada**! Add in some more background info... Did he participate in both World Wars and melt the minds of his enemies with awesome powers of his air guitar or was he rebel liberating women from their clothes... Did Eglamore became manlier by listening to his music!?  And most importantly, how many wives did he have or was he a "free man"!? Tell me more |
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ReubenPatrick
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Post by ReubenPatrick on Apr 15, 2013 12:12:52 GMT
If you'd like please also state the inspiration or the real life/fictional basis of your character. Be it Naked Snake, Niko Bellic, Harry Potter, that guy from Twilight who sparkles under sunlight, Dr. Sheldon Cooper, Dr. Who, Garret, Homer Simpson or Vladimir Putin and etc. Inspiration: If you'd like, add in some theme music for your character by adding links from youtube or etc. Be creative. Be original. Be imaginative |
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Post by Georgie L on Apr 15, 2013 21:14:49 GMT
Name: Dave
Description: An alright bloke, kinda quiet.
Outward Appearance: nondescript
Abilities: reality warping blending in to any background
Scarring and Emotional Backstory: Due to his powers never is noticed by anyone so this made him sad and lonely
Relevance to the Story: he is in every crowd scene but nobody notices him
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Post by Covalent on Mar 11, 2014 1:48:13 GMT
Well, since no one else seems to be as interested in fan characters as I am at the moment, might as well throw my own into the pot (figuratively and literally; you'll see where the literal part comes from). That way you can all get to know him a bit more. Name: Unpronounceable to humans because of its extra-dimensionality, but he calls himself Dave (what a coincidence, considering the post above mine) Description: A jittery physical chemist (a scientist who is simultaneously a chemist and a lousy physicist) who works at the Court. Outward appearance: A crab-scorpion-earwig-pillbug... thing. I didn't draw any of these, because I cannot into art. D: Abilities: Mostly psychic/psionic in nature, and powerful (like crack a diamond with his thoughts powerful). Also, he can psychically project himself as something else in order to disguise himself. Backstory (not scarring or emotional, sorry): He was employed through a Court office that specialises in liaison with weird deep-sea abominations (don't ask). I guess the Court has a thing for freaky crustaceans, or maybe arthropods in general. Both are pretty cool, if you ask me. Relevance to the story: I'm sure that if he's not at least related to Bud and Lindsey, he sure as hell would get along with them well. He also keeps the largest collection of caesium in any one place in the Court in his lab (kept tightly locked up and under oil; look up caesium if you'd like to know why). Well.. that's about all I got so far. I hope I can get some more elaboration of his story later. And I think it's pretty obvious who I was inspired by: my favourite character and one who only appears for a few panels, sadly. Hoping for more appearances by him. |
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Post by quinkgirl on Mar 11, 2014 13:39:45 GMT
Well, since no one else seems to be as interested in fan characters as I am at the moment, might as well throw my own into the pot (figuratively and literally; you'll see where the literal part comes from). That way you can all get to know him a bit more. Name: Unpronounceable to humans because of its extra-dimensionality, but he calls himself Dave (what a coincidence, considering the post above mine) Description: A jittery physical chemist (a scientist who is simultaneously a chemist and a lousy physicist) who works at the Court. Outward appearance: A crab-scorpion-earwig-pillbug... thing. I didn't draw any of these, because I cannot into art. D: Abilities: Mostly psychic/psionic in nature, and powerful (like crack a diamond with his thoughts powerful). Also, he can psychically project himself as something else in order to disguise himself. Backstory (not scarring or emotional, sorry): He was employed through a Court office that specialises in liaison with weird deep-sea abominations (don't ask). I guess the Court has a thing for freaky crustaceans, or maybe arthropods in general. Both are pretty cool, if you ask me. Relevance to the story: I'm sure that if he's not at least related to Bud and Lindsey, he sure as hell would get along with them well. He also keeps the largest collection of caesium in any one place in the Court in his lab (kept tightly locked up and under oil; look up caesium if you'd like to know why). Well.. that's about all I got so far. I hope I can get some more elaboration of his story later. And I think it's pretty obvious who I was inspired by: my favourite character and one who only appears for a few panels, sadly. Hoping for more appearances by him. Ｈｅｙ， Ｉ’ｍ ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｏｒｙ ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｄｉｄｎ’ｔ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ ｈｅ ｈａｄ ａ ｇｉａｎｔ ｓｏｕｒｃｅ ｏｆ ｃｅｓｉｕｍ！ |
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Post by Covalent on Mar 11, 2014 18:04:39 GMT
Sorry. D: I just came up with it recently.
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Post by freeformline on Mar 11, 2014 20:55:48 GMT
Sorry. D: I just came up with it recently. I take it you've been enjoying freshman chemistry? |
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Post by Covalent on Mar 11, 2014 21:01:29 GMT
Sorry. D: I just came up with it recently. I take it you've been enjoying freshman chemistry? You would be right; it has its moments. xD I'm a microbiology major, so I have quite a few other chemistry classes I have to take. Organic is going to be a doozy. |
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Post by freeformline on Mar 11, 2014 23:00:27 GMT
I take it you've been enjoying freshman chemistry? You would be right; it has its moments. xD I'm a microbiology major, so I have quite a few other chemistry classes I have to take. Organic is going to be a doozy. I hate orgo. I hate it so much. Organic chemistry seems like the kind of thing that should only be taught after two or three years of college physics and chemistry, when you can actually start to understand some of the underlying phenomena explaining it. |
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Post by Covalent on Mar 12, 2014 0:17:28 GMT
You would be right; it has its moments. xD I'm a microbiology major, so I have quite a few other chemistry classes I have to take. Organic is going to be a doozy. I hate orgo. I hate it so much. Organic chemistry seems like the kind of thing that should only be taught after two or three years of college physics and chemistry, when you can actually start to understand some of the underlying phenomena explaining it. On the contrary, I heard that there's only about 5 weeks of intro chemistry material you really need to know to start it. Anyway, the main problem I seem to have is that the vast majority of organic chemistry is unrelated or useless to biology. Biochemistry (obviously) seems like it'll play a more important role. Organic chemistry is just the chemistry of carbon. Biochemistry is the actual chemistry of life. Here's a good paper on teaching a biology-friendly chemistry curriculum if you were interested: www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1305889/ |
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Post by freeformline on Mar 12, 2014 1:17:24 GMT
I think my problem is that I think about it as a physicist would, but a large portion of organic chemistry is not done by operating on basic principles. Synthesis, in particular, seems to be more closely related to building a set of LEGOs (with the nature of their connections undefined) than to actual predictive science. That may just be a bad professor, though. In any case, I'll try and attack organic chemistry later on, once I have more small-scale physics and chemistry under my belt.
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Post by Covalent on Mar 12, 2014 7:44:52 GMT
You might actually enjoy physical chemistry, then. It's essentially the use of physics to explain chemical phenomena.
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Post by freeformline on Mar 12, 2014 7:57:22 GMT
If there was branch of chemistry for me, that would be it. I think I am a little more interested in things that are either much more fundamental or much more applied than that, though.
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Post by Covalent on Mar 12, 2014 8:05:33 GMT
There's also theoretical chemistry, quantum chemistry, chemical physics...
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Post by freeformline on Mar 12, 2014 8:11:28 GMT
At what does that stop being chemistry and start just being chemists doing physics?
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Post by Covalent on Mar 12, 2014 8:15:29 GMT
There's the interesting bit. You're right: at one point they essentially become the same thing and the terms can be used interchangeably. I think that each side focuses on different problems.
But anyway, I thought we were here to discuss fancharacters. xD Mine just happens to be a powerfully psychic aethereal conglomeration of horrifying crustaceans.
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Post by The Anarch on Mar 12, 2014 15:16:41 GMT
 Comedy is just applied references. References are just applied image tags. |
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Post by Covalent on Mar 12, 2014 15:47:43 GMT
As a microbiology student, saying my science is less pure than physics makes me mad.
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Post by Daedalus on Mar 12, 2014 16:39:31 GMT
Pshaw all of your puny 'science' is less than mathematics, muahahahah! (I love xkcd.) Covalent: as always, love the fan character. Though why cesium? |
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Post by Covalent on Mar 12, 2014 16:42:56 GMT
Eh, I feel like he's a bit of an elitist.. unless it's a joke.
Hah, thanks! Oh, it plays a part in that Hetty tries to get in on some of his stash to try and pull another of her dastardly tricks. And, being a bigger abomination than he is, she freaks him out.
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Post by Daedalus on Mar 12, 2014 16:48:54 GMT
Eh, I feel like he's a bit of an elitist.. unless it's a joke. Hah, thanks! Oh, it plays a part in that Hetty tries to get in on some of his stash to try and pull another of her dastardly tricks. And, being a bigger abomination than he is, she freaks him out. From the context there, I think he's not saying that math is 'better', persay, just underlying more things. Which is true, actually. Physics is undeniably based in mathematical methods, especially at the quantum and subatomic levels. Unless you mean he is an elitist in general, not just that comic? |
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Post by fwip on Mar 13, 2014 0:57:56 GMT
hm, I think I'll participate! Just making this up on the spot:
Name: Reuben
Description: boy. Scruffy. likes computers. A grade above Annie and Kat, but from Thornhill North.
Outward Appearance: boy. Very scruffy. quite. Loves computers, but seems bored by computer science classes.
Abilities: Also a psychic, able to sense electrical charge at the minute level. This allows him to connect to a computer psychically, making him a valuable troubleshooter. TL:DR computer whisperer.
Scarring and Emotional Backstory (Neither Scarring nor Emotional is required but would be much more appreciated) Not really scarred. All his parents know is he's going to a posh school in the UK (they're from the US.
Relevance to the Story: The creation and trolling of ReubenxKat shippers for Tom's amusement. Eventually he ends up repairing Anja's computer at a critical moment, allowing her to stop some vast catastrophe. Later he becomes one of Angel Kat's most important henchman, although by that time she lacks female hormones and is therefore unable to feel attraction to him.
Current position: He's in the same position as Jones, a valuable curiosity and a potential weapon but not very useful at the moment. However, unlike him, Jones could leave if she wished. Although he doesn't know it, the court would try to stop him leaving, although whether they would be successful is anyone's guess.
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Post by Daedalus on Mar 13, 2014 4:48:45 GMT
I would pay (figuratively) to see the adventures of Reuben the computer-whisperer. I wonder how he would get along with robots...
(he reminds me of a character named Otto Malpense from the book series HIVE, actually)
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Post by freeformline on Mar 16, 2014 22:05:39 GMT
Okay, I've got one for you lily-livers, since finals suck and I daydream about this comic enough to have a list of fan characters of my design:
Name: Alan Stevenson
Description: Alan Stevenson is a researcher and lecturer in the Gunnerkrigg Court, trained approximately as a physicist. He is interested, as many physicists are, in the fundamental nature of reality, and came to the Court because they actually acknowledge the existence of the ether and supernatural phenomenon. He believes that etheric forces are the key to a unified field theory.
Outward Appearance: Picture the least interesting middle-aged software engineer that you can possibly imagine, then take away any facial hair that you might have given him. Alan is a fifty-ish year old bespectacled white kiwi with a bald spot and some pudge. He has a fondness for cargo shorts and sport sandals, but apparently those are "unprofessional" or some other nonsense, so he usually wears khakis and a button-down shirt.
Abilities: Computer programming, high-level mathematics, general nerdiness. He would probably get along fine with Kat, and is the best Dungeon Master on this side of the English Channel.
Scarring and Emotional Back-story: He spent three years of his doctoral work debugging a simple simulation program that was missing a single semicolon. His attempts to fix the program resulted in the introduction of mass-produced quantum computers to the consumer market, the elimination of corruption in the Mexican government, the rebirth and second extinction of the dodo bird, and four new swear words. He will only admit responsibility for three of these things.
Relevance to the Story: Alan is attempting to found a Scout troop for Court youth, and would like to take them into the Gillitie Wood (not those lame fake woods with the laser cows). He seeks the help of Antimony and the noble Smitface in this diplomatic mission. He also wants to know why his robots are unionizing and demanding religious holidays.
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Post by fwip on Mar 23, 2014 4:48:13 GMT
Gillitie* I had a really cool joke about not going bushwhacking in Gillette wood, but you ruined it by spelling it with only one T. |
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Post by freeformline on Mar 24, 2014 2:38:17 GMT
Whoops. I could have sworn that I had checked the spelling. But then, I was super tired when I wrote that.
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Post by fwip on May 7, 2014 19:05:08 GMT
Alright, bored so I think I'll write the adventures of Reuben. If I was ever a competent writer, it's not now. However, enjoy! Also it's totally a coincidence that my character shares a name with the guy who started this thread, Reubenpatrick. Any effect his username had on my choice of character names was purely subconscious. Writing is a lot more fun than I remember. Maybe I'll just keep updating this, for fun. It was late at night, but Reuben was wide awake with anticipation of what was to come. Careful not to wake any other students, he swung out of bed and headed for the door. He twisted the knob, silencing the electric alarm with a practiced flick of his thoughts. In a similar manner he disarmed the motion sensors along the corridor. He knew that the main exits were watched by robots, whom he was reluctant to tamper with, and were probably out of range anyway. Instead, he pushed open the emergency exit door. The wiring on these alarms was much less subtle, and he was only able to silence the wires for a couple of seconds - just long enough to pull out a pair of wire cutters. One more alarm incapacitated.
Once on the emergency stairs, he headed for the roof. With care he scrambled down the fire escape to where it stopped a few feet from the railroad tracks. Reuben waited patiently until he heard a metallic whine in the distance. He transmitted a message to the train, requesting a stop. The semi-sentient transport happily obliged. Hoping that there were no passengers to note the unexpected stop, he carefully lowered himself onto the roof of the train.
After waiting the normal period of time for passengers to disembark, the train began to accelerate once more. Suddenly frightened, Reuben lay down on his belly, hooking his fingers over the edge of the roof in front of him to prevent perceived acceleration from unseating him. As the train crossed the Court, nagging doubts began to assail him. What if there was someone aboard the train? What if he was caught? What if he flew off the edge of the train? Eventually, he mastered his fears to some extent. He began to probe the sleepy conscious of the vehicle below him. Current speed: 105.3 kilometers per hour. Current latitude and longitude: 51°82′N 1°8′W. ...next stop: 3 minutes.
Cautiously Reuben crawled to the back of the car, where he assumed a similar position with the opposite orientation to be ready for deceleration. The rational part of him knew that this was probably pointless and unnecessary. However, he fervently switched positions through the next four accelerations and decelerations.
When he recognized the tall building next to the lake wall, he requested another stop from the train, crossing his fingers that the passengers (if there were any) wouldn't notice. He wondered who he was kidding - he'd settle for getting back to the dormitory without being seen by authorities. Reuben winced as the brakes squealed along the tracks. Peering down between cars, he saw an inferno of sparks spewing onto the ground from the force of the train's stopping power. The train overshot the building, so he walked back along the rails, trying to appear as normal as it is possible to when walking along tracks in the middle of a high-security facility late at night. There could be a night watchman or repairman that came along here, that he could be mistaken for, right? Right...
He reached the building. He acknowledged another nightcrawling student with a nod. To his fuzzy ethersight, there appeared to be brilliant white bugs crawling in and out of the boy's ears. He shrugged as he headed for the stairs. It wasn't his business. As he pushed open the emergency door, most of his attention was sucked into disarming the alarm - but he thought he glimpsed, as he pushed open the door, the strange boy leap straight upward outside the front door - and disappear. He didn't devote much thought to it, however. He heard many feet on the stairs several levels below him. Reuben ran up the remaining stairs as fast as he was able, pushing open the roof access door and immediately scanning for a hiding place. The same strange boy asked, "Oh, are you here to watch the experiment too?" Reuben ignored him, pulling himself up onto the roof of the stairs. The stranger respected Reuben's wish for silence as the group came out of the stairs. It appeared to be a band of boys, dressed in trench coats, about a year younger than him. Soon a similar group of girls appeared, laughing and talking and flirting with the boys. None of them noticed Reuben, except for one black-haired girl who winked at him. However, she didn't seem disposed to point him out to the others, so he relaxed as well as he could on the gravel roof.
Then another two more girls slammed the door below him. One of them was swearing fit to turn a Cardinal's robes blue. He jumped, then relaxed again when they failed to notice him. They marched directly to the edge of the building, where the obscene one stared across the lake. He ignored the crowd's reaction to the two girls and looked in the same direction. Over the water appeared to be some sort of industrial building, with steel girders pointing into the sky. Unnatural lights and fogs seemed to issue from the building.
Suddenly, a loud siren blared its warning - against what, there was no clue. Ropes of water rose from the lake, becoming clouds which were absorbed by the central iron tower like water into a drain. The superstructure began to extend arms of not-quite-lightning into the sky until finally one tendril leaped horizon to horizon - and suddenly the show was over. The clouds reverted to their normal state and the lake fell out of the sky, but Reuben hardly noticed. His ethersight was completely blinded. A glimmering afterimage was burned into his retinas, soon to fade, but his view into the ether was completely gone. Slowly it returned, and he became aware of an alternate location being projected by the second black-haired girl. He chose not to explore it, instead reflecting on what had happened. The best analogy he could come up with was when he was visiting his parents, long ago, back when he was a child and still used a blinkerstone. He was supposed to leave the crystal at the court, but with some care he was able to smuggle it out and bring it with him to the states. Even as a young child he understood the importance of hiding his powers and the Court from his parents, so in order to use the stone, he would go on long walks into the plains surrounding the small Midwestern town that was his birthplace. On one of these walks he found some petroglyphs in a boulder, partly worn away by wind and rain. On an impulse he peered at them through his blinker stone and found them to be glowing uncomfortably bright. Curious, he asked his father about the glyphs when he got back. His father said they were carved by 'injuns'. The schoolteacher, when asked, looked them up and said that they were probably carved by the Native Americans, who often carved images of their trickster god, Coyote. Reuben admitted that the carvings had looked rather like a coyote if you squinted at them funny. He soon returned to the Court and thought no more of it. Now, however, he wondered why the glyphs held so much power.
After the group had gone, Reuben cautiously descended the stairs, still soaking wet. He wandered out onto the wet streets, wondering how the hell he was going to get home. He wondered how he had been so nearsighted as to not realize that the train tracks only ran one way. What's more, he had no map of the Court available. He stopped the next train, which - just his luck - happened to have a gaggle of scientists as passengers in the front car. They stopped talking and stared at him as he staggered in, dripping wet, from a nonexistant stop. At this point he was just glad none of them recognized him. He made a beeline for the next coach, where he dried himself as best he could be rubbing himself bodily against the plush seats. He was tired enough that he would have passed out then and there had his teeth not been chattering.
I may continue to update this as I have the time and/or interest. Don't depend on it!
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Post by waste on May 10, 2014 2:26:29 GMT
Name: John Smith
Description: A heavily made boy who knows of gods better unsung.
Despite his age he is more a chunk of flesh in the shape of a small man then a boy. Of course he has eyes, but they often droop into bags and intensive stares. The eyes are large beginning in a blue then ending in shards of sharpened green. If you haven't guessed it already the name is fake and the question of his name is often asked. When asked his face becomes wrathful, and a deep weariness can be seen to hang from his shoulders and drip into his fingers. He swears and he curses, although the words are sticky with grief and they are drenched in the language of old fires and sleeping earth. He hates waiting and his smile could only be described as a grimace with too much teeth and too much bitterness. When asked how he came to Gunnerkrigg he says he doesn't know and everyone laughs because they would like to hope he has a sense of humor.
Outward Appearance:
Tired and selfish and holding a secret so heavy he is permanently slumped. This goes not only to his back but also to his face. Black riots of hair is placed on his scalp with the beginnings of a beard wrapped around his jaw. His hands are in pockets and usually held in fists. He is attractive in a worrying wolfish kind of way. When he walks, its more as though he is dragged by something unseen. His voice is coarse and his accent is spiked. His weeping sounds like laughing and his laughing sounds like weeping. Altogether a poor imitation of a boy.
Abilities:
He knows the ballad of the white horse off by heart. He knows how to speak to sunlight and bargain with winter. He knows how to charm the serpent out of your soul. He remembers gods behind the gods and the times when magic was only temporary truces between the rivers and the storms and the fires. Remembers creatures as large as heartache and as wide as sorrow. Remembers the howling. Remembers rituals although not the kind you are thinking of. Despite this, his knowledge never amounts to much. At least he can cook.
Scarring and Emotional Back-story:
Wants to escape the school but no matter how far he walks or who he talks to, he always wakes up in his dormitory. And he has walked the old paths between the doors and rivers and black glass, which still results in the same. Not sure how many times he has attempted this. He takes comfort and strength in his little sins such as cooking as many things with butter and listening to the voices of the gods behind the gods.
Relevance to the Story:
Will give Annie a quick shortcut to her father in exchange for something of equal value. He will ask of this in a hollowed scraping rasp, with his eyes hardened into a frown. Thinks that getting Annie to her father is the punchline to a long unpleasant joke.
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And most importantly, how many wives did he have or was he a "free man"!? Tell me more 
