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the Coffee Percolator of Dooom
charbonnet
Legacy Name: Charbonnet
The Steamwork Lain
Owner: wicht
Age: 13 years, 6 months
Born: November 6th, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 6 months ago
Adopted: November 6th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 43
- Strength: 14
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 1
- Food Eaten: 134
- Job: Unemployed
genre:
steampunk/fantasy
form:
human/kemonomimi
*no limits
The destitute provider
shamed, gritty, still burning
Stats
nicknames: Charbonnet
ethnicity: Korean-American
gender: male
age: 21 years
dob: April 10 (Aries)
s.orientation:
rom. status:
Personality
hvnly virtue: diligence
deadly sin: wrath
story . . .
Jude, who looks younger than his twenty-one years, too young to live without family in a rickety home on the edge of the city, between dreams and the kitchen, doesn't sleep enough. He's the adopted son of successful brown coal peddlers; his family made their fortune by harvesting and selling lignite out of street carts and baskets. The Charbonnet bluet, which decorated each cart and the lapel of peddlers alike, was a common sight fifty years ago. But the usefulness of lignite faded, and brought the family to their knees. Mining eventually outstripped the revenue, and then the plot needed selling to sustain the stricken family. Jude's inheritance had sunk in on itself, as had family ties. The Sobols fell beneath the wheels of coal-burning trains. When he was evicted, the only home affordable to Jude was a single bedroom shanty built ridiculously close to the train station, just underneath an extra-city bridge. His home jitters and rattles as the trains churn by, but the little dwelling is home enough for one pragmatic soul.
When it rains he can look out the window and watch water run in rivulets down the side of the bridge looming over his leaking roof. Jude doesn't even own the property outright, and spends long hours away from the crooked walls in order to provide for himself. Former connections secured him work as a waiter in one of the flamboyant hotel restaurants; his daily journey is a trolley ride from destitution to the bustle of a highly-supervised kitchen. Back home, under the stars and the smoke, he makes a daily visit to the neighborhood poorhouse. There, Jude habitually prepares meals for the children who sometimes disappear, who chip at his heart with their toothless smiles as much as with their stories.
At home he treasures the old cookbooks his parents brought from Poland, and left when they returned there. A bluet hangs in the kitchen window, dishes sit in the sink, the threadbare rug still protects naked feet in the front room. The pots, pans, baking dishes, and griddle all are clean, stowed, loved. The kitchen is the heart of his home, with its swept floorboards and drunken walls, and it's a warm place.
notes . . .
* He was adopted by Polish immigrants as a toddler; his very earliest, haziest memories are of the orphanage kitchen where he would be given treats for helping the cook
* Secretly, his deepest and least developed desire is for stability, especially an outstretched hand -- sometimes he feels so tired and alone
* Puts on a tough front, but fears the thugs who frequent his neighborhood, and fears for the children he helps feed and protect
* Bilingual - Polish and English
* Has been known to grab the shirt collars of offenders and growl into their faces / grind his teeth
* Has a habit of leaning chairs back onto their rear two legs
* Has deep-seated feelings of resentment for his parents that conflicts strongly with concurrent feelings of love and loyalty
* Does much Polish cooking and baking from his kitchen at home
* Innate sense of balance is very good
* Scar through & above right eyebrow from childhood accident
* Likes to wear thick woolen sweaters, an old leather jacket, scarves, cozy socks. Gravitates towards neutrals & warm colors, especially yellow - studiously chooses clothing that disguises the grime native to his living arrangement.
* Smattering of large, uneven freckles about his body & forearms with some burn & knife scars from kitchens
relationships
Cioccolato , a poetic urchin who Jude indiscriminately cares for and argues with -- the closest friend and most consistent source of annoyance in his life.Pet Treasure
Miniature HLPR Bot Clipboard
Old Lantern
Lumberjack Coffee
Billowy Brass Train Smoke
Holiday BBQ Turkey
Dapper So Anthony Rolled Up Pants
Poached Eggs
Moon-Shaped Pie
Recipes You Knead to Try
Palmier Zentu Ear Pastry
Blood Jam Toast
Cinnamon Sprinkled Rice Pudding
Ham and Cheese Potato Bake
Sliced Carrot
Salty Licorice Kitties
Lumberjack Coffee
Scotch Egg
Cream Potion
Overly Long Receipt
Noisemaking Kit
Eggnog Pancakes
Whiskey Coffee
Sour Cherry Pie
Mini Cinnamon Rolls
Tarte Tatin
Soaring Mallarchy Model Airplane
Creme Brulee
Sausage and Potato Skillet
Miss Nanny Scarf
Coalti Tracks
Brandy
Hot Fireside Soup
Black Eyed Peas
Baked Fish Heads in a Basket
Rum Pancakes
Apple Dumpling
Stargazey Pie
Rat Bait
Pretzel Rolls
Egg in a Basket
Fried Eggs
Cabbage
Mug of Split Pea Soup
Fried Egg on Whole Grain Toast
Eggs Over Easy
Ham Cheese and Butternut on Wheat Toast
Squid on a Stick
Pigeon Stew
Grumps
Nut Roast
Squirrel Drumsticks
Collection of Obscene Gesture Photos
Flaming Coal
Rectangular Cast Iron Stove
Stubby Round Cast Iron Stove
Coal Mist
Coffee Percolator of Dooom
Brown Zombie Stare Sticker
Clam Chowder
English Breakfast Tea
Liquor-Filled Truffles
Potato and Leek Soup
Mystical Grungy Roach
Edam Cheese
Raisin Porridge
Ziara Hot Sauce
Sausage Roll
Artisan Country Bread
Secret Luminaire Spice
Sour Grapes
Eggnog Latte
Snowball Cookies
Salt Pork
Baking for Fireside
Bag of Pure Flour
Cream Oven Mitts
Buttercup Yellow Apron