Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the flat
No band mate was stirring, not even a twat;
The stockings were hung by the fanart wall with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
FVK were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Grandomina danced in their heads;
And Beveridge in his bear hat, and Luke in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the road there arose such a clatter,
The Timids sprang from their bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like The Flash,
Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to Drew’s wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature hearse and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so deadly and quick,
He knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Ruple! now, Rex! now Evelyn and Romero!
On, Cyrus! on, Hector! on, Princey and Gravo!
To the top of the van! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the Flattop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of Gay, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, Shane heard on the roof
The scraping and banging of each little hoof.
As Drew drew in his head, and was turning around,
Up the stairs, St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his boots to his hood,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and blood;
A bundle of gay he had flung on his back,
And he looked like The Thief just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they stared! his dimples, how scary!
His cheeks were like dead roses, his nose how eerie!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a finger he held tight in his pointed teeth,
And smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, and was pretty smelly(like kier).
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old goff,
And Drew shrieked when he saw him, when his mouth started froth;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave Shane to know he had everything to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; even though Kier was a jerk,
And putting his finger up his nose,
And giving a nod, down the stairs he goes;
He sprang to his hearse, to his team gave a growl,
And away they all flew with a deathly howl.
But The Timids heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight—
“Happy Goffmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the flat
Name: Sorcerer Arawn Vanian
Age: 924 years old although is eternally immortalized to look the age of 21
Looks like: Tall, slender figure with shoulder length ginger blonde hair. Green eyes, however if just recently returned from the dead, eyes are bright red.
Clothing of choice:White shirt, black trousers, black shoes, red belt, long cloak with hood.
Allegiance:Once to Seth but is now on neutral grounds between The Cardinal and The Lost Hearts
Weapon of choice: Use his abdominal pain as an advantage to target and people. Also uses magic as a big advantage to restrain people and erase memories. Physical weapons include a sword and dagger. Cannot and will not use a pistol, riffle or winchester.
Background: Born to a large farming family in 1089. At age 15 was taken by a sorcerer Braeden and told that he had magic. Was taught magic by him until one night he drunkenly slept with Braeden’s girlfriend, causing her to die. Braeden cursed him to have extreme pain in his lower stomach and genitals which could only be subsisted with sexual contact with another person, living or dead. After a few days the pain would return unless it was once again subsided.
For the next 800 he roamed the country. He met Seth in Edinburgh before he was killed by the Vanes. He promises he’d bring Septus back one day. He then brought Seth back a few years ago and granted him immortality at a price.
Name: ‘Sammy Rowe’, Samuel Rowe, Jerkbag, Shifting Shit.
Looks like: I’m rather tall, standing at around five foot seven, and extremely pale. I have black, messy hair with red dyed into it, which is then brushed roughly over to my right.. My eyes are a golden colour, which may often change slightly, from a brown to a green. I bare a few scars, you know, nothing the odd vampire won’t have. I can shift, sort of, I mean, I can shift to move around. Ever see a huge swarm of dark-matter like in the air? That’s probably me. I’m not the best.
Clothing of choice: Anything comfortable really, jeans, shirt, boom, there you go. I will wear really tight jeans, really fancy, gothic-looking boots, a skull buckle and a black shirt. Occasionally I’ll wear a leather jacket, slightly roughed up and all that.
Allegiance: With his royalty, Seth, of course. I’m pretty much a newbie to his ranks. I haven’t a clue what happened before hand. The perks of being undead, huh?
Weapon of choice: Tomahawk for nice, in close action. For an actual armed weapon, it’d be a shotgun. Good ol’ Shotty’s.
Personality: I can honestly say I’m cocky as anything. Get on the wrong side of me and you’ll know about it. I can pack a punch, considering I’m 99% limbs. I have a few touchy subjects, but we’ll not delve into them.
We’ve done it, We’ve finally done it.
After months and months of restoration and rebuilding, I have rebuilt the sorcerer’s tower. while i cannot ever restore his research. i hope he likes my gesture of rebuilding his former home after i destroyed it nearly a year and a half ago. setting it alight in a fit of rage after escaping the palace. hopefully arawn will allow us lost hearts to use the tower as a secondary base. i mean the stockaide is great but sometimes i fear it’ll be found, the observatory is safe. and i am sure there’ll be plenty other ones in the city..but imagine the advantage we’d have if we had an old enemy base as one of our hideout’s. Old Septus wouldnt suspect a thing!!
I’ll send word to alert Meghan of the tower’s completion immediately.
~Chlobo/ Dai McWoolsumner, Leader of the Lost Heart Resistance.
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The Sorcerer Arawn
Grandomina has been quiet these last few months. But don’t you worry your pretty little heads my precious citizens, for we have much to come in the near future.
~ The Great Cardinal Seth Septus
Within a few hours we received a letter back from Chloebee and a portrait of us for our anniversary. It was so wonderful, I put it with the other one she gave us at Christmas. I replied to her letter instantly, wasting no time I wrote ‘we should meet soon. We need a date and a place. If it’s any help, I could send Arawn to meet you to avoid suspicion. Besides if Seth sees Arawn in an alley with a girl, or boy if you’re being Dai, he wouldn’t think twice about it. A perfect way to swap information.’