|
 Oh, my family have been around here for centuries, really. Parish records have us back to at least the 1500s and while it gets spotty after that we have been here since before the Conquest, maybe even before the Romans. How do I know? Well, a combination of private archives, some DNA sequencing on old bodies, and the oral history. It's easier to maintain that kind of unbroken chain of descent with dragons, of course. Oh, don't look so shocked. You came here looking for something, didn't you? Was it the strange carvings in the church that tipped you off? Discrepancies in the accounts of the origin of the ballad? Those conveniently and selectively destroyed historical documents? Well, you don't have to say. It won't really matter. You'll have to sign a non-disclosure agreement before you leave anyway, so do you have any questions for me? How many of us are there? I presume you mean dragons, not just family members? One per generation, essentially. There were twins once who both got the blood but one of them...didn't quite work out. That's where the legend comes from, of course - the poor simple lizard killed with a boot to the arse. Not our finest hour. Why am I going to St. Andrews and not some posh public school? Uhh, because my dad is an IT guy and not a merchant banker? Living above our means would attract attention, and that brings curious investigators and then some complete twat with a sword shows up yelling about virgins. Besides, all my friends go here. The Catholic thing doesn't really bother me, when my family bother going to church at all we tend to go in for pomp and ceremony above actual religious content. Am I going to...eat you? Hahaha, no. Not personally. I don't have the taste for human flesh yet. Grandad will do the actual eating. Oh, don't cry. We feed you a thing that makes you sleep first. If it's any consolation I think you were very good to get this far. No, I don't think that would comfort me either. quote:Donna Wharncliffe, The Wyrm thatbastardken fucked around with this message at 01:27 on May 13, 2015 |
#
¿
Feb 26, 2015 22:07
|
|
|
|
| # ¿ Apr 28, 2024 07:31 |
|
|
Pththya-lyi posted:Ha-ha, my great-great-great-[etc.]-granddad chopped up your cousin Hey, nothing says one of your ancestors couldn't have been passing through, or got called in to deal with the poor sap. I like the idea of it basically being super embarrassing for everyone involved, and so the story doesn't get passed down properly. Ferrosol posted:Donna Wharncliffe the Wyrm Other than my older sister Liz 'borrowing' a couple of pieces to wear on a date with her horrible gawky sixth form boyfriend? Ugh, the thought of his greasy fingers on my pristine 16th century silver... That's not what you were asking about though. When we moved in to Sheffield proper one of the movers let a ring that belonged to me fall into his pocket, and walked out with it. I could feel it was missing, and I...followed the scent, I suppose. He tried to flog it off probably to buy smack with, but the jeweler wouldn't give him enough. I caught up with him at the Blonk Street bridge, and because there was no-one else around I confronted him. He tried to laugh me off, then he tried to hit me, and we ended up in the river. I don't really know or care what happened to him after that, but I got out with the ring. It wasn't even valuable - gold plated, with a little garnet in it, used to belong to a silent film actress - but it was mine and I don't let my things go missing. I got Liz back by telling her that the love of her life was cheating on her with one of her mates. And then I spent the afternoon polishing my poor silver.
|
|
#
¿
Feb 28, 2015 04:13
|
|
|
Ferrosol posted:Q2: So how much do your family know about the dragon thing anyway? Are any of them jealous that you are your grandfather’s successor? Well, there's family and family isn't there? Grandad knows that I'm the new 'hatchling' (and can be a proper jealous twat about it on his own, believe you me), Great-Gran Mary is the other member of the family who is, uh, fully informed, but she doesn't come out in public much anymore. Too hard to look human. Because I'm new it's harder for me to be a dragon than a human, but that's going to change as I get older. My parents know that the olds have picked me to be some kind of successor, but they don't know everything. Liz is perpetually jealous of me but that's more because I'm smarter and better looking and I don't have to go around with gross rugby players to look cool than because she knows anything. To be honest there isn't that much to know about the whole thing - about once a generation one of us finds out they can turn into a giant scaled monster and loves to collect...things. People. Land. Secrets. I love my jewellery but hoarding pretty much anything valuable is kind of a compulsion with us. That's one of the reasons we tend not to get along, I think. Eventually we butt heads over territory and resources and from what Great-Gran says we don't back down. That's why there aren't many of us. That and the sustained efforts of certain humans to wipe us out over the years. We don't help each other against mobs or knights or atomic testing, we just laugh and gather whatever is left of the losers hoard. Kind of depressing. As soon as I'm old enough to fend for myself (which could be tomorrow, or in fifty years, who even knows?) Grandad is probably going to try and drive me away from Mum and Dad, and Sheffield in general. Maybe he'll win, maybe I will. If the loser survives I think they get go hid in a cave for while? Maybe that's just tradition. I don't know why Great-Gran is less obnoxious than Grandad, maybe she's just better at hiding it. I only see her at Christmas anyway, or when I can be bothered hiking all the way out to the cave, which is basically never now that I've got school. She's nice, in a giant predatory way. Like cross your favorite grandma with a crocodile and a blast furnace.
|
|
#
¿
Mar 1, 2015 01:05
|
|
|
Ferrosol posted:Q3: Man that must be pretty rough knowing your own family will turn on you like that. Let’s talk about something a little more cheerful. Which item in your hoard is the most valuable to you? And what embarrassing thing did you have to do to acquire it? Ahh, it's not all that bad. Everyone fights with their family sooner or later, we just play for keeps. And it's not like even if I get driven off I won't be able to talk to Mum and Dad - Grandad's sense of territory stopped developing before the telephone was invented, and he definitely doesn't understand Facebook. Great-Gran gets confused if you talk about anything newer than a steam engine, and even then she just can't understand why they replaced horses. My best piece, and my favorite, is this one:  Anglo-Saxon, the sort of thing that got dug up at Sutton Hoo. It's a solid gold brooch, with the exception of the silver chasing and the gems. It is absolutely exquisite, when I hold it I can practically hear the old kings and princes who would have worn it. Probably worth about 10,000 pounds, and all I had to pay for it was my dignity. Collectors of old jewellery are a pretty insular bunch, they all know each other, and they don't like to talk to the authorities because anything really old and good 'belongs in a museum' or 'is stolen'. So when a new face (me) comes on the scene, is too young to be a plant from the Royal Society or whoever, and starts talking shop it turns out the anoraks start competing for attention. One old duffer thought I was the daughter he never had or something and insisted on taking me to tea and showing me his collection. Absolutely mortifying, especially when some of the girls from school saw me at a coffee shop with him and thought that he was creeping on me and called the police. The whole thing got cleaned up and he didn't go to prison or anything but his collection got confiscated. Except for the bits I kept, of course. Every now and again some smart bint likes to make jokes about me liking older men, which is not true, but if that's the price I pay for getting something ancient and beautiful, well...fine. I'll take it.
|
|
#
¿
Mar 2, 2015 06:37
|
|
|
Absolutely OK for Donna to be suspicious of Megan. Snobbery comes very naturally to dragons, even ones who are technically sort of middle class and immature.quote:Your Backstory To be edited when permission is cleared up: quote:Blake Dunsmuir: Merely Currency. There's something off about Blake. What did I say to you?
|
|
#
¿
Mar 7, 2015 00:37
|
|
|
quote:Donna Wharncliffe: You helped me acquire a relic last semester, what was it? What tipped you off to my supernatural nature? I honestly didn't think a medal would set off my, uh, hoarding instinct. Cheap metal, tattered cloth, owned only by one fairly ordinary old man who did one brave thing 60 years ago and then died in his sleep? But the value associated with it...the blood shed for it made it a potent talisman of sorts. Whatever the old man did for it clearly meant a lot not just to him but to someone powerful. Easy enough to find and get from the estate sale, the family had no idea what it was really worth. When I picked it up it made my head spin, I could hear the cry of an eagle and smell gun-smoke. When Blake came to take it from me I nearly blew up at him, I wanted time to research it and find out what power it held. But I saw something behind him, a pair of burning eyes hanging in the air. It shocked me and I let the medal go. There is something strange going on with Blake, and it worries me.
|
|
#
¿
Mar 7, 2015 02:56
|
|
|
Donna could go in the monster hunting squad - other beasties are in her patch, so to speak - but if she knew about Pippa's calling she would be way more cagey around her. Basically if no-one else fits better. Taking seat D1, in order to compromise between being close to the teacher (Donna can be an annoying swot at times) and having a good view. Staring grouchily over the landscape is an important skill for a young wyrm to cultivate, after all. pre:[Baker] A B C D 1[ ][ ][Edward][Donna] 2[ ][ ][ ][ ] 3[Lily][ ][Richard][ ] 4[ ][ ][ ][Megan] Lily Rush, A3. Family are farmers, have quiet a big farm/orchard/cider brewery outside town. Big, strong and shy about it. Loves hockey. Megan, Dark clouds are gathering. Be ready.
|
|
#
¿
Mar 8, 2015 12:30
|
|
|
Megan, highlight cold.
|
|
#
¿
Apr 7, 2015 22:54
|
|
|
LifeGetsWorser posted:thatbastardken, if you are agreeable to it, I would like to take a string on Donna, as I imagine she and Lydia have butted heads over wanting things before. Maybe they both wanted the same thing or person and Donna ended up caught in a Lydia Agenda without meaning to? Sure thing. Donna is probably only about 5'2", but she tends to stand up straight and look down her nose at people so she seems taller. Felicia Kelly - Treasure. I am embarrassingly infatuated with Felicia. I don't really remember how or why it happened, but she's just so...perfect. A gem of the finest water, as they used to say. I want to lock her away somewhere and keep her all to myself forever. Gain a string on Donna. Lydia Cinctus - Treasure. Lydia came to my attention with the way she handled the little problem she had with Simon Browne. Subtle, but effective. Acting on her own initiative. Potentially a big problem, but I admire that. Gain a string on Donna Jay Parker - Merely Currency. Please describe something off-putting Donna has said to you. Donna gains a string on you Elizabeth ‘Lizzie’ Lau - Merely Currency. Please describe something off-putting Donna has said to you. Donna gains a string on you thatbastardken fucked around with this message at 03:15 on May 7, 2015 |
|
#
¿
May 7, 2015 02:43
|
|
|
|
| # ¿ Apr 28, 2024 07:31 |
|
|
Jessica highlights Dark. Sorry, couldn't think of a pun.
|
|
#
¿
May 7, 2015 22:17
|
|