Day 26: Nameless
Trying to figure out how I got this far without mentioning this asshole. All right, then, Nameless. He about whom my current Nanonovel will be.
Nameless is sort of my answer, well, half of my answer to naming magic in a lot of fairy tale worlds. The other half is around here somewhere. He was raised by a mute, so he never learned language until he was older, which is also my answer to why he only really knows three language despite being a little over a thousand years old. It's hard to learn a second language after a certain age, still harder to learn any language, even if you're a fae. He eventually made it off the island where he was born (Ireland) and into England, and eventually from England to France, and by that time he had enough language and social skills that he was able to make his way around the world as needed, although he didn't very much start banking property and storing wealth for a rainy day till the last couple hundred years.
When he was between three and four hundred years old he met another immortal, not that he knew it at the time. An equally irascible werewolf? immortal creature of some kind who, like him, is alone in the world. They spend a while circling around each other, shadowing each other out of curiosity and irritation before they agree to travel together on the basis that two men traveling together can watch each other's backs and at least have the illusion of purpose, and so are less suspicious than men traveling alone. This leads to some amusing disguises as they pretend to be on pilgrimage, pretend to be traders (and sometimes act as one), etc. The Black Death was what really cemented their friendship about twenty or so years after they met, mostly because they ended up having to fish each other out of mass graves after they nearly died from it.
Other events Nameless has been around for include the Beast of Gevaudan, wandering up and down along the Silk Road, the French Revolution, the American Civil War (poor bastards, they fled one only to get caught in the other), the Spanish Flu, the American Westward Expansion and the American sexual revolution. As it were.
By the time the novel begins he's very set in his ways and he likes his life. He wanders, finds a traveling job or a steady job and a place to rent in some country, puts down roots for a year or two, gets up again, moves around. After long enough in the outside world he gets restless and goes back to New Zealand again, to their farm, and settles down for ten, fifteen years. Sometimes his friend is with him, sometimes he's not. They maintain a large swath of land, hiring groundskeepers on a five year contract to herd sheep and generally tend to the property except for the house. That one, they maintain on their own, mothball, sometimes "sneak" onto the property to make sure nothing's busted, broken, or caved in. The novel takes place during one of the quiet times in New Zealand, interrupted by his father. They don't get along.
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Day 27: Cherry and her Whitehound
So, Cherry showed up in the first Black Ice book, actually if I remember right the first Black Ice story. She's friends with the Black Ice narrator, if reluctantly, and they help each other on various cases especially considering the District Attorney's office has reason to hire a private investigator now and again. She's also friends with people who, in one way or another, connect to all three books. In White Lightning she's connected to Julien because she's also fae, and there are few enough of them in the city that for the most part they all know each other, even though she keeps a low profile.
Cherry also has a Whitehound, sometimes called a Deathhound, as a protector. It masquerades as sort of a white-ish when not rolling in the mud coyote-dog-wolf mutt, except to people who can see under the illusion which isn't very thorough, more of a suggestion. Magically active people of all species can see under it if they focus. The Whitehound took up with her when she started settling into the human world, in New Amsterdam, for reasons that have yet to be revealed to me. Or that I have yet to pry up out of my subconscious, depending on how you see it. It hasn't come up in a story I'm actually prepping for publication, we'll put it that way, so I'm leaving that gun in Chekhov's armory for the time being.
Cherry's a bit of an introvert for a fae, preferring to spend time in her house blasting her music and doing whatever she wants while being mocked by the Whitehound to going out with friends, though she does make time once or twice a week to go out with co-workers at the ADA's office and sometimes to go to the Embassy and attend a function or just keep in contact with the people there. She does also go to concerts, not often, but she enjoys live music, and she has had the occasional girlfriend. Most of her girlfriends are also private investigators, cops, or other forms of ass-kicking professions. She herself can handle a gun and knows some form of martial art. No, I haven't decided which there, either.
Trying to figure out how I got this far without mentioning this asshole. All right, then, Nameless. He about whom my current Nanonovel will be.
Nameless is sort of my answer, well, half of my answer to naming magic in a lot of fairy tale worlds. The other half is around here somewhere. He was raised by a mute, so he never learned language until he was older, which is also my answer to why he only really knows three language despite being a little over a thousand years old. It's hard to learn a second language after a certain age, still harder to learn any language, even if you're a fae. He eventually made it off the island where he was born (Ireland) and into England, and eventually from England to France, and by that time he had enough language and social skills that he was able to make his way around the world as needed, although he didn't very much start banking property and storing wealth for a rainy day till the last couple hundred years.
When he was between three and four hundred years old he met another immortal, not that he knew it at the time. An equally irascible werewolf? immortal creature of some kind who, like him, is alone in the world. They spend a while circling around each other, shadowing each other out of curiosity and irritation before they agree to travel together on the basis that two men traveling together can watch each other's backs and at least have the illusion of purpose, and so are less suspicious than men traveling alone. This leads to some amusing disguises as they pretend to be on pilgrimage, pretend to be traders (and sometimes act as one), etc. The Black Death was what really cemented their friendship about twenty or so years after they met, mostly because they ended up having to fish each other out of mass graves after they nearly died from it.
Other events Nameless has been around for include the Beast of Gevaudan, wandering up and down along the Silk Road, the French Revolution, the American Civil War (poor bastards, they fled one only to get caught in the other), the Spanish Flu, the American Westward Expansion and the American sexual revolution. As it were.
By the time the novel begins he's very set in his ways and he likes his life. He wanders, finds a traveling job or a steady job and a place to rent in some country, puts down roots for a year or two, gets up again, moves around. After long enough in the outside world he gets restless and goes back to New Zealand again, to their farm, and settles down for ten, fifteen years. Sometimes his friend is with him, sometimes he's not. They maintain a large swath of land, hiring groundskeepers on a five year contract to herd sheep and generally tend to the property except for the house. That one, they maintain on their own, mothball, sometimes "sneak" onto the property to make sure nothing's busted, broken, or caved in. The novel takes place during one of the quiet times in New Zealand, interrupted by his father. They don't get along.
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Day 27: Cherry and her Whitehound
So, Cherry showed up in the first Black Ice book, actually if I remember right the first Black Ice story. She's friends with the Black Ice narrator, if reluctantly, and they help each other on various cases especially considering the District Attorney's office has reason to hire a private investigator now and again. She's also friends with people who, in one way or another, connect to all three books. In White Lightning she's connected to Julien because she's also fae, and there are few enough of them in the city that for the most part they all know each other, even though she keeps a low profile.
Cherry also has a Whitehound, sometimes called a Deathhound, as a protector. It masquerades as sort of a white-ish when not rolling in the mud coyote-dog-wolf mutt, except to people who can see under the illusion which isn't very thorough, more of a suggestion. Magically active people of all species can see under it if they focus. The Whitehound took up with her when she started settling into the human world, in New Amsterdam, for reasons that have yet to be revealed to me. Or that I have yet to pry up out of my subconscious, depending on how you see it. It hasn't come up in a story I'm actually prepping for publication, we'll put it that way, so I'm leaving that gun in Chekhov's armory for the time being.
Cherry's a bit of an introvert for a fae, preferring to spend time in her house blasting her music and doing whatever she wants while being mocked by the Whitehound to going out with friends, though she does make time once or twice a week to go out with co-workers at the ADA's office and sometimes to go to the Embassy and attend a function or just keep in contact with the people there. She does also go to concerts, not often, but she enjoys live music, and she has had the occasional girlfriend. Most of her girlfriends are also private investigators, cops, or other forms of ass-kicking professions. She herself can handle a gun and knows some form of martial art. No, I haven't decided which there, either.