Description
Mask
Bernard Dawes is, to put it bluntly, huge. He stands at roughly six and a half feet and has the build to match it: he’s large and stocky, but without muscle tone. His skin is tanned and just slightly leathery; with the crows-feet at his eyes and creases on his forehead, he looks as if he’s probably somewhere in his early fourties. His hair is usually left long and loose, gathering on his broad shoulders; its colour, once a crimson red, now dulled to a coppery blonde. His large bushy beard seems to have retained his original hair colour for the most part, brighter, but only just, and shot through with grey around his chin, along with a thick moustache that droops over his upper lip and the corners of his mouth. His nose is cuttingly aquiline and his eyes, sitting beneath a pair of thick eyebrows, are a sharp grey.
Mien
Bernard’s true form reveals his Wizened seeming: if his Mask seems old, his Mien seems ancient. His face is creased and wrinkled and his beard, no longer a vibrant crimson, is slate grey. His skin is much the same colour, like soot has been rubbed so vigorously into it that it has simply been absorbed into his pores. Most unusual though are his hands: from about mid-forearm down, skin gives way to brass blades, that seem melted together in some strange caricature of tendon and bone, as if one had made an accurate replica with only sharply edged metal. There is no replacement for his skin here; if not covered by pseudo-muscle or blocked by bone, one can see straight though the gaps in his hands.
Background
It's been about a year since Bernard showed up in Chicago, and a few more than that since he stumbled out of the Hedge into a world outside his time. Technology, politics, ("the price of bloody crisps"); all dramatically changed since he was yanked out of the late 80s and deposited quite indelicately into a Welsh public house thirty-odd years later. He's wound his way across the Western world for a time before eventually carving himself a humble little niche in Chicago. Any relationships with the local Freehold were very much a courteous, "How do you do?" and that's that, with a few rare apolitical exceptions, of course; the man just enjoys his peace and quiet.
Nowadays, since the attack on the Freehold, Bernard's started to send out feelers, possibly feeling a little guilt at not helping more previously. He's still busy setting up a shop to sell his wares and services, but anytime he's up for it (and truth be told, that's rare enough), he's been spending more time attempting to help out.
Durance
We don't talk about that.
RP Hooks
 Turn And Face The Strange: A Changeling, and a historically reclusive member of the Chrysanthemum Freehold. He appears to be making more of an effort nowadays, but it's possible fellow Lost have met him before.
Forges Hot, Heart Chilled: A certified blacksmith. Whether it's repairs, a new set of armour, some tools or perhaps just an expert's eye, Bernard can help, for a reasonable price. At least, as soon as he manages to properly set up shop in Chicago. Word is, he has an eye for anything magical as well.
Once Was Old: Toys, jewelry, furniture; Bernard finds a quiet joy in fixing the broken. This is just a hobby mostly, though he does accept payment if insisted.
Onyx Courtier: Bernard's been in Chicago for just over a year now. He's kept to himself mostly, but the odd Winter courtier might have heard of him, or perhaps met him at some point when he was making his introductions.
Forget-Me-Not: Bernard's Durance took him from the Real for thirty years, and he returned to find that he wasn't the only disappearance: his wife went missing as well. She might have been taken by the Fae, or perhaps something more mundane took her from their home, but Bernard has been searching since. Any private investigators or such types would quickly garner his interest. Only one problem: he doesn't remember anything about her.
Contacts
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Logs
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Vital Stats
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| Full Name:
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Bernard Dawes
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| Appears As:
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Bernard
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| Concept:
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War-Weary Smith
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| Birth Date:
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May 12th, 1954
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| Apparent Age:
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Early-Fourties
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| Occupation:
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Antique Restorer
Blacksmith
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| Needle:
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Counselor
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| Thread:
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Honour
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| Sphere:
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Changeling
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| Court:
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Winter
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| Seeming:
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Wizened
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| Kith:
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Notary
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| Entitlement:
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None
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| Motley:
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None
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| Keeper:
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The Crucible-in-Promise
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Notable Stats
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Crafts.Blacksmithing
Crafts.Repair
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🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️
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| Manipulation
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🔴⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️
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Soundtrack
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Glitter and Gold ~ Barnes Country
- I am flesh and I am bone
- Rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold
- I've got fire in my soul
- Rise up, ting ting, like glitter
- Like glitter and gold
- Like glitter
- Do you walk in the valley of kings?
- Do you walk in the shadow of men
- Who sold their lives to a dream?
- Do you ponder the manner of things
- In the dark
- The dark, the dark, the dark
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