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 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 11:44 am
//Introduction
 I love murder.
Okay. That came out wrong. I love murder STORIES, where the dashing detective saves the day and catches nefarious criminals (who may or may not be the butler). They have a certain predictability that makes them comfortable to me, a certain style that I find endearing and occasionally funny. So during the Hiccups concept contest I had an idea. What about a spirit that had been a detective that couldn't make the cut? A detective that was not only hopeless but, by sheer bad luck, also lived right next to Sherlock Holmes. Sure, Mr. Holmes is fictional, but so's Gaia, right? The poor detective that was in this position would have to be an incredibly hopeful and persistent fellow to stick around. Quite possibly he'd even have a silly hat. But what vessel would he go into? The answer hit me while I was talking to a friend. What better vessel for a small time, silly hat wearing, cheeky detective than a black capped chickadee?
Thus, Whitby was born. 8D
//Index
I. Introduction <- You are HERE
II. Whitby
III. Gwendolyn Kettle
IV. Funds
V. Reserved
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 12:10 pm
//Whitby
Spirit/Vessel:
Vessel: Black-capped chickadee
Spirit: Whitby's spirit was a clumsy Victorian detective that lived at 221A Baker street. Continuously tormented by his super sleuth neighbour's great successes and permanent flow of business, no one really noticed his small office. He tried tons of gimmicks to get business, including tap dancing in the street, wearing a funny hat, and even offering people a solve-two-crimes-get-one-free deal. No one took the bait until December 9th, 1880, when a young woman who had long admired his funny hat hired him to investigate where her lost brooch went in the spirit of the holiday. Thrilled, he pulled out his telescope* and went to the crime scene. Little did he and his client know, the brooch was taken by the man who would be known 8 years later as Jack the Ripper**. Jack found her brooch when it fell off in the street, and took it home to experiment***. Unfortunately, this meant there were hardly any clues for the detective to follow. The detective worked harder than he ever had in his life, but nothing came of it. He enthusiastically leapt on any clue, but unfortunately sometimes mysterious cigarette ash and footprints did NOT lead to a dastardly criminal, but lead to an innocent passerby who smoked or someone who had decided to walk to work. He used his telescope so much that it the false bronze patina started to rub off, but clues were not any clearer when viewed through it. In fact, they were blurrier. By the fifteenth day he was getting depressed. There didn't seem to be any clues, and despite his best efforts he had already been called a stalker by three suspects he was tailing, hit with a purse once, and, embarrassingly enough, had one of his suspects end up hiring his neighbour to discover what he was up to with spying on them. He was about to regretfully tell the young lady that he could NOT find her brooch when he suddenly saw one that looked just like it. It had her initals on it. it was made of the right materials. It even had the same chip that she had described to him! He ran after it, all the way to a dingy flat. Bursting into a dusty room, he stumbled in on Jack trying on a fetching red silk Christmas ensemble, brooch pinned to the lacy collar, and uttered his last words**** just as the man picked up the poker and began to sinisterly flounce towards him.
*Part of the 'Double Value' detective package, the logic being if his neighbour used a magnifying glass, a telescope must be twice as effective.
**Who was secretly a frustrated crossdresser and only started killing prostitutes out of outfit envy.
***It matched his eyes so well.
****Which were rumoured to be 'That's HIDEOUS' and 'Oh bugger', respectively.
Child:
Hiccup's Name: Whitby
Gender: Male
Personality: Whitby is a confused kid. He's good at noticing things and has definitely noticed some thing about himself that don't make sense compared to the lives of the nice kids on television and in books. For instance, why does he only have a mum? Why does he look weirder than your average child, and yet nothing LIKE his mum at the same time? How does the television work anyway? Are there little people in it? And what about the toaster? Whitby seeks the answers to these questions and more whenever he feels like it. Whitby also is a persuasive person and a good salesman. When he plays in Mum's souvenir shop, he stares at people until they buy something, and sometimes even explains at length why they've always needed a tiny light up Barton shotglass until they buy one. He's the cause of most of their profits, as few tourists like to upset small children on their vacations. In his free time he tends to store piles of food under loose floorboards, in his closet, and under his bed 'for winter'. He never uses the same spot twice though, in case he was being watched while he hid it. Sometimes entire contents of snack cupboards are carefully hidden about, and it usually starts in Fall.
However, part of Whitby always feels unsatisfied. He feels like he's left things unfinished somewhere, and to make up for it he tries to do things as well as he can. He's very methodical. But nothing really fills up that hole and it worries him. He also suffers from a lack of self confidence, and tries not to let it show. However, whenever he sees a deerstalker cap or a Sherlock Holmes television show he feels very upset and unsure of himself.
Two prominent Seasonal attributes: Stubborn and competitive
Three physical attributes and how they relate to the spirit and/or vessel: Black hair with two white streaks, one on each side, like a chickadee head.
Freckles across the bridge of his nose- From the Detective
Large dark birthmark that looks like the bruise from a poker strike- A physical memory of his detective soul's facedown with his killer.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 12:27 pm
//Gwendolyn Kettle
Name: Gwen Kettle
Occupation: Souvenir shop owner
Personality: Gwen Kettle is a desperate woman. She tries hard to push the many Barton souvenirs she has to customers, and at the same time is depressed at the tacky merchandise she sells. (She loathes the rude postcard designer who noticed 'Fartin' rhymes with 'Barton', for instance.) She feels she was made for better things but doesn't know what better things entail. She loves romance movies, though she doesn't like to admit it and she listens to a lot of music from their soundtracks. She's naturally of a motherly disposition, a comfortable young lady who children take to. She cooks well and enjoys reading thriller stories and mysteries. She found it very trying when a woman ran into her shop and burned a chickadee, and it's certainly not the sort of silliness she allows in her business, but she was too late to stop it and she cares for Whitby deeply anyway.
Appearance: Brown hair usually in a braid, brown eyes, comfortable figure, and an easy smile. She's fairly short and usually wears longsleeve shirts and comfy cloth pants.
Family: She has parents who live nearby who occasionally call or visit and ask her why she hasn't made more of her life and tell her she should settle down before she's too old to be attractive to anyone. They fawn over Whitby and spoil him rotten, but they still think it's improper for a single lady to be with child. They are very old fashioned.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 12:29 pm
//Funds
Kotatsu's current funds: 293k, mostly in items.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 12:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 5:35 pm
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