Thomas King

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No More Crowns

xxxxx He had a sword called Ruin, that he hammered a thousand times a thousand times. And each time he hammered, he called out the name of his enemy, but the name of his enemy was a dreadful word and could not be spoken aloud without mortal peril. And thus his hammerstrokes covered the sound of that awful name and gave shelter to his supplicants.
xxxxx xxxxx - Kill Six Billion Demons

xxxxxThomas King is a relatively new arrival to Fallcoast. He's blown in from somewhere else, following on the heels of his partner Aileen Robinson. Together, they've opened a smithy, and so far as most of the world knows, they're simply small business partners specializing in the production of custom-order leather- and metal-working. Display pieces, personal ornamentation, weaponry for the occasional enthusiast, replicas for historical types, that sort of thing.

xxxxxFor those in the know, though, they're much more. Oh, they definitely do all of that, but most people aren't aware of exactly how much functional weaponry and armor they make. They're Lost, after all, and the Lost tend to take personal safety very seriously. Together, King and Aileen work to keep the Sentinel Rock Freehold armed, armored, and ready for anything.

xxxxxBeyond that, King is a sworn member of the Summer Court. Perhaps oddly, while his Winter Court companion is anything but shy, King appears, at first glance, to be a bookish, kindly, and soft sort. He's prone to overwork, long nights in the office doing esoteric paperwork, gentle teasing of those around him, and overdosing on coffee to remain awake. But those who look closer might recognize something in the eyes. Something sharp, hard, and blazing.

xxxxxOh, yes, he's very much Summer. The red king, escaped from a Fae chessboard, having violently rejected the idea that his life was of more importance than those of the supposed pawns around him. He's still fighting that fight, every second of every day, and now he's brought his talents as a tactician and weaponsmith to Fallcoast, to place them at the service of anyone who needs them.

xxxxxViva la revolución.

The Piece

xxxxxKing is a tall, thin man, though his exact height is difficult to judge; he spends most of his time seated in an electric wheelchair, though the presence of an old-fashioned cane in a catch on its back indicates that he might be capable of standing if the need arises.

xxxxxHis body appears to have been cut or smelted from some strange, unearthly metal or gem, a deep, rich red in color, and atop his head is a crown carved entirely, it seems, from a single ruby. His slightly sunken eyes, too, are precious gems, and the only variation in color on his physique are his lips, a sharp slash of perfect alabaster across the red. He has the look of someone who has been awake for too long, and is filled with the kind of quiet intensity that means that he intends to remain awake for longer still.

xxxxxBeneath the crown, though, he dresses simply, in well-maintained but likewise well-worn working clothes. When his arms are visible, though, it becomes apparent that he is not actually entirely without muscle; it's simply the kind of whippy, corded physique of a runner, rather than that of a bodybuilder.

xxxxxThe air around him is dry and hot, with the occasional sound of a low breeze that only makes the rest feel even more relentlessly baking by its absence.

The Games

  • Summer
    The Court of Wrath is very much his home, though he might not look it at first.
  • Gamesman
    Of all kinds. Chess is his specialty, but he's a brilliant tactician and strategist in just about any situation - and damn good at games of chance and bluff, too.
  • Blacksmith
    Weapons. Armor. Swords, guns, traps. Whatever you need. Stay armed. Stay safe.
  • Outreach
    A great believer in solidarity and mutual aid. We stand together.
Comrades
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Aileen
Partner. Adopted sister. Durance-sharer. My right hand.
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Saparra
Very, very angry. Very, very curious. Very, very interesting.
Games Concluded


King

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Vimes had never got on with any game more complex than darts. Chess in particular had always annoyed him. It was the dumb way the pawns went off and slaughtered their fellow pawns while the kings lounged about doing nothing that always got him; if only the pawns united, maybe talked the rooks 'round, the whole board could've been a republic in a dozen moves.
- Terry Pratchett, Thud!
The Rules
Full Name: Thomas King
Birthdate: December 12th, 1988
Apparent Age: Thirty-ish
Occupation: Blacksmith
Virtue: Humility
Vice: Wrath
Sphere: Changeling
Court: Summer
Seeming: Fairest
Kith: Treasured / Manikin
Entitlement: None
Motley: None
You cannot carry out fundamental change without a certain amount of madness. In this case, it comes from nonconformity, the courage to turn your back on the old formulas, the courage to invent the future.
- Thomas Sankara
The Board
Mantle (Summer) ••••
Presence ••••
Manipulation ••••
Academics •••••
Empathy •••••
Encyclopedic Knowledge (Games) ••••
Tyrant Will ••
Striking Looks (Regal) ••
Striking Voice (Fiery) ••
I used to attack because it was the only thing I knew. Now I attack because I know it works best.
- Garry Kasparov
Tactics
Empathy The Next Move
Academics Game Theory
The most powerful weapon on Earth is the human soul on fire.
- Ferdinand Foch
Anthems

I, Don Quixote - Man of La Mancha

Hear me now, O thou bleak and unbearable world
Thou art base and debauched as can be
And a knight, with his banners all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee

Guerilla Radio - Rage Against The Machine

It has to start somewhere
It has to start some time
What better place than here?
What better time than now?

Hell's Comin' With Me - Poor Man's Poison

There was a drifter passin' through that little valley
He had promised he was comin' back to town
They didn't know him by his face or by the gun around his waist
But he come back to burn that town to the ground
"I am the righteous hand of God
I am the Devil that you forgot
And I told you one day you will see, that I'll be back, I guarantee
And that Hell's coming, Hell’s coming, Hell, Hell’s comin' with me"

The Guillotine - The Coup

If you press your ear to the turf that is stolen
You can hear the sound of limitations explodin'
"Please sir, may we have another portion?"
We're children of the beast that dodged the abortion
Neck placed firm 'tween the floor and the Florsheim
We'll shut your shit down, don't call it extortion
Caution: we're comin' for your head
So call the feds and get files to shred
Every textbook read said bring you the bread
But guess what we got you instead?