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Post: 84738091_1 created on Sun, 17 Feb 2013 07:55:02 +0000
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So it seems you've stumbled into Shadow. Well isn't that a shame? For you, of course. Everything else is delighted.
Human's back on the menu for a limited time only. Don't kid yourself – nothing wants fries with that.
This is a flavour too good to ruin.

The odds aren't in your favour, and all the bets are in.
Can you prove everything wrong and survive your stay?

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DOE, Jane (real name unknown)

❝ TBA

thirty
artist
Non-believer: currently wouldn't know what qualifies as a monster
Not easily scared; selfless
Butcher
Brown
Dark brown
170ᴄᴍ :: 5'7"

§ REAL WORLD
Though she does not remember, Jane Doe makes her living as an artist. Well, sort of. She comes from a family that while they are not rich and famous, they are blessed with enough wealth to not fear Jane's career as an artist should it not be as lucrative enough to support her. After finishing her degree at SCAD in Atlanta, Georgia, Jane had a wonderful idea- she'd travel the world in search of new inspiration for her art. Her travels led her to Brighton where a series of unlucky happenings befell her. First she lost her purse, with all identifying information including her passport. Once she noticed this, Jane rushed back to go find it. She found herself at an intersection, and though she had the walk sign, a car was barreling toward the crosswalk. The driver, finally noticing the red light, slammed on the brakes, but there was no way the car would be able to stop before hitting a pedestrian on the other end of the crosswalk from Jane. She believed, however, she could run fast enough toward the other end and push the woman out of the street- and while the other woman was unhurt, Jane had been hit by the car, though the majority of the damage impacted was to Jane's head. Without any identification on her, Jane was admitted to the hospital and tagged "Jane Doe."

§ WONDER
Jane's inspiration for going into art was actually a monster she dreamed up as a result of two things: Watching the movie Labyrinth and the fact that her house is located on the outskirts of town in a heavily wooded area, where several creatures go bump in the night outside her bedroom. After several nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night to hide in her parents' bedrooms, Jane's mother asked her to draw what she thought was scaring her- so she did. And she kept drawing it, changing their features every so often, even coming up with stories of its adventures. Soon it went from terrifying creature to aggravating trickster, and Jane was no longer afraid of it.

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BUTCHER, Billy

❝ in for a penny, in for a pound

gryphon
thirty-six
six
gold
brown
178ᴄᴍ - 5'10"
293ᴄᴍ - 9'7", wingspan 818ᴄᴍ - 26'10"
seven

§ DESCRIPTION
Modelled in part on the red kites that lived near his creator's home and the logo on Griffon Stadium, Butcher's unfortunate background has left him lacking in size compared to his lion mix cousins. As a former dream, he was made to be small enough to be ridden and with oversized wings to support the extra load. Unlike most other reformed gryphons who lost their harnesses when they became nightmares, Butcher's is embedded in his left foreleg, the delicate gold chain weaved around his claw or wrapped around his hand. In human form, the chain can be mistaken for an elaborate piercing, however, more than a cursory glance would bring attention to the bumps continuing under the skin and following a primary vein down the inside of his arm.

His coats are only marginally less jarring than other creatures in Shadow. A sandy coloured hoodie is his switch between human and true form. It isn't in itself odd except the local football team's emblem is sewn onto the back and none of their colours come close to gold, and no respectable store would sell merchandise that comes in the pseudo-velvet the coat is made of. Under the hoodie is a light brown singlet as soft as down. The dark brown jeans are an offset of normality highlighting the startling yellow work boots with black toes. Four of his scars appear as restitched marks on the back of his coats, another two on his left side and one on his chest.

§ WONDER
Just another gryphon made courtesy of Griffon Stadium, Butcher never should have become the killer he is today. He didn't start out as a Butcher; he was a McBride, named after his creator's favourite footballer. The nightmares, mascots of other teams, didn't stand a chance against him, not when his rider was taking him into battle. They were hardly nightmares at all, just sport to let his creator have a bit of fun.

Then everything changed. In the real world things had gone horribly wrong and they did the same in Wonder. In the middle of a storm, Butcher threw his rider. It was unintentional, the winds had just been too strong. There was nothing else any gryphon could have done. His creator, he abandoned Butcher. Lost and alone in the centre of the storm, he found a threat, undoubtably a nightmare that would attack if its back wasn't turned. He made the first strike, but it didn't fight back, barely struggled at all as he tore it to shreds. In the distance, his creator watched dream turn to nightmare as the creature that had protected him for years made a snack out of his father.

With a new uncontrollable appetite for human, there was only one other thing on the menu that fit the bill: his creator who had abandoned him. There was nothing his creator could dream that could withstand him. McBride became Butcher as he cut through the dreams one by one. His creator had let him get lost and he paid for it. Sometimes he would return to that point again when he first tasted human meat, and it only drove him on further.

But slowly, his creator grew up and he stopped believing in the gryphons of Griffon Stadium. Old enough to know better, he didn't need Butcher anymore, he didn't need something to fill in for his father's real killers, and Butcher slipped forgotten into Shadow.

§ SHADOW
Shadow was like a playpen for Butcher. The resentment and bitterness of being abandoned by his creator was only dragged out further by being forgotten by him. How could anyone forget him? It didn't take long for the other creatures to realise that just because he had a harness, it didn't mean he was a light. His rooftop fourteen storeys up is testament as much to his garnered prestige as to his determination to stay above the mob. He's been there for years and until recently, it didn't look like he would be losing his rooftop in a hurry.

The past few years have brought Butcher close to becoming the first proper passenger in centuries. His indiscriminate choice of opponents during his early stage in Shadow was cut short after a run in with the Hunters. He was lucky to get out alive and if had it not been for the train that crashed into him and put him out of the Hunters' reach, he would never have survived, much less lived long enough to break any Codes. But thanks to that train and thanks to the Hunters, he met Clara. It wasn't unheard of for a creature from Shadow to fantasise over a human – that was the thread linking all passengers – but Butcher's hatred of humans made him an unlikely candidate.

A month after he first bumped into her at a train station, battered and broken, refusing her offers to help and unable to lose her attention until he slipped back into Shadow, he found her again. Out of arrogance, he approached her to prove he hadn't needed her. As all humans, she had forgotten her interaction with him a second after he had disappeared, but Butcher was only going to leave once she conceded and continued pressuring her until the threshold couldn't surpress the memories. She didn't concede he was right, instead laughed him off and walked away. Robbed of victory, Butcher became determined to prove that she was weaker one of the two. Every day for years he would find her, make her remember him and talk to her. Slowly, she stopped forgetting him, and his artificial rivalry became curiosity.

They had known each other for four years and somewhere in between, they had formed a friendship that stood on the precipice of becoming something more. Butcher maintained his prestige with a more exclusive selection of prey, and during the day, away from the prying eyes of the other shadows and lights, he would meet with Clara. It had worked for all that time and no one suspected that he was anywhere close to being a passenger, but a storm came. In one of the deserted streets that had become their natural walking route, a mugger tried to rob them. The same way any other shadow would have responded to a threat, Butcher attacked. Against a knife he stood no chance, but the mugger stood no chance against a gryphon. He broke three codes in seconds. Rekindling a long thought dead bloodlust for human, he walked the corpse across threshold into Shadow to enjoy the feast. The smell attracted creatures to the crime, and by the time they arrived, they had front seat for Butcher's weak and frantic attempts to try explain to Clara what had happened – Shadow realm and all.

In the two weeks since, he hasn't seen her. It isn't just the ban from entering threshold that has been holding him back; the news spread fast, and as fast as it spread his prestige plummeted. That he has survived two week has been as much about his skills as dumb luck. His prestige and race mean nothing to anyone in Shadow, and his only way out is to find a way into the real world with the humans.