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xxxxx Boyd is a scion of the Dunlin clan, gotten on the wrong side of the sheets during a shortlived affair. Blood will tell, however, and he was raised amidst the cold splendor of the Dunlin manor by a series of nannies. He spent his early years as a shy, retiring and bookish type, prefering to remain on the sidelines when kids played their rough and tumble games. This was alleviated somewhat when he started to attend school on the island and came into contact with other children of privilege and mischievous inclination. Coming out of his shell, he grew able to relate to people as well as book of old dry history.
xxxxx It was in college that Boyd really came into his own. He found he was able to better indulge his academic passions
in the form of a history and anthropology double major. At the same time he found himself drawn to slightly less cerebral interests, in the form of alcohol, women and urban exploration. It was the last of these vices that was to change the very shape of his life. While exploring the Danvers Insane Asylum in Massachusetts, he was dragged off to a land of living death by the Lord of the Final Hours. At the same time, something very much like him returned to assume the life of a newly post-grad child of a wealthy and influential family.
xxxxx Then, late summer of 2011, Boyd fought his way back to the world of the living. Welcomed into the freehold of the Banner Reforged, he made a new life for himself. Supported by friends and family alike, he has found his place. Time and names change, and as of late he has found himself in the Autumn court of the freehold of the Dragon's Knell. These days he divdes his time between his duties as Adept of the Bitter Winds for the freehold, a professor of the local university, a member of the Untouchables motley, a proud Dunlin and oathsworn lover of Pomona Powell. Dark things seem to always be closing in on the Reach, but Boyd's found a core of rock solid stability with which to weather the worst of it.
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| Mask
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xxxxx Tall and rawboned, Boyd carries himself with a confidence that belies his almost gawky physique. A little south of six feet in height, he has a fair complexion and long features. His brown hair is worn relatively long for a man, to the point that it sometimes can fall annoyingly in front of his dark green eyes.
xxxxxHe tends to dress quite well. A tweed jacket is usually matched with a pale pink button-down shirt and red bowtie. A dark pair of slacks is likewise matched with somewhat incongruous black boots. He wears a Harvard class ring on his right hand, an unusually shaped gold band inset with onyx on his right. An expensive gold watch spans his right wrist.
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| Mien
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xxxxx This young man, certainly only in his mid-twenties to judge by the look of him, carries an air of expecation about him. It's as if he knows something's coming, and he is simply waiting and watching for it. He's not quite six feet tall, but appears taller than he actually is because of his rawboned and lanky build. Despite all this he moves with an almost premeditated grace, extremely cognizant of where his limbs are at any one moment. Should something catch his interest, he has a tendency to crane his neck in a way that no human should really be capable of in an effort to better look at it.
xxxxx Where others would have hair, he has feathers. Tawny feathers with black spots shot throughout, it lies close to his scalp. When agitated or excited it has a tendency to ruffle up like a bird's. His ears are far more prominent to fae eyes than any mortal man's, tapering to sharp tips. His eyes are likely his most arresting feature. They're large, larger than a man's has any right to be. They're a vibrant orange, the color of a jack-o-lantern, with overlarge black pupils that expand and contract with available light. He often indulges in a smile that seems to say he knows more than he's letting on. When he does, it's nigh impossible not to notice that that smile is wider than it really ought to be, lips pressed into a strangely thin an zigzagging line reminiscent of stitching. His fingers are delicately boned and just a bit too long, tapering to fine points with long nails as black as jet. When seen from the corner of one's eye, he might just appear to have wings of shadow, of dustmotes, of anything that might suggest the presence of yet another avian feature.
xxxxx He tends to dress quite well. A tweed jacket is usually matched with a pale lilac button down and red bowtie. A dark pair of slacks is matched with somewhat incongruous black boots. He wears a Harvard class ring on his right hand and a golden band set with a strangely shaped onyx stone on the left. This ring has a faint green glow about it. An expensive gold watch spans his right wrist.
xxxxx His mantle can be felt as a cool breeze, bringing the hissing sounds of pages in an ancient tome being turned. A faint glow like candlelight can be seen about him. And a raspy whisper that is clearly not his own voice can sometimes be heard, as though muttering to itself.
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| RP Hooks
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- Ghosts: Boyd sees dead people. No, really he does. He may not have the same easy facility he once had with the unquiet dead, but with a little effort he's as well prepared as ever!
- Dreams: Boyd's got a way with dreams. Again, it's not something he crows about to the public, but if someone in the know is having trouble with their dreams, they could do worse than seeking out their local oneiromancer. He's a member of the local Dream Guard as well, so he often prowls the Skein looking for threats.
- Teaching: Everyone has to earn a living, right? In Boyd's case, he is an assistant professor at the local college. His course load is primarily in history (one of his passions), but he also has his hands in philosophy and some of the more..obscure offerings to be had at that fine school.
- Dunlin: Boyd's a member of the Dunlin clan! A son of Jonathan Dunlin and a little spoken of fling by the name of Katherine Essex, Boyd's likely a familiar face to the cousins and to most of the population of the Reach.
- Harvard grad: A recent graduate of Harvard, Boyd is intensely proud of his alma mater. He's even got the class ring to prove it!
- Monkeyshines: Since his highschool days, Boyd has been known to allow his somewhat impetuous nature to get him into trouble. Starting with his involvement with the Cresmire Island Playboys (a club of joyfully irreverent, painfully affected wealthy youths) and continuing with his somewhat scandalous adventures at Harvard, he's a well known name to the gossips of Aleswich. That seems to have changed somewhat. He's as weird as any Dunlin, yes. But responsibility appears to have mellowed him.
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| The Untouchables
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Cass: "You provide the grounding we so desperately need. You're solid ground."
Danielle: "I'd be afraid of her temper and her guns if she wasn't sistermine."
Eliot: "Arcadia is waiting, huh? Thank you for being my Veritas, brothermine."
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| The Others
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Mouse: "She's one of those people who would offer you her last breath if you were a little winded."
Pomona: "I could try for a million years and not craft a dream half so perfect."
Prudence: "You've got healing hands, but what I missed most was your smile."
Bramble: "Friend, captain and conspirator in all things occult."
Ilinya: "I am never quite sure what is going on behind those eyes, yet she is still my friend."
Jamie: "A Summer that loves Lassie. He's good people."
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| Family
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Barnabas: "Cousin, you've done great and terrible things. Ask me for anything, and I will try."
Katalina: "You found your way back too, cousin. I'm glad I'm not alone in this. We have more in common than anyone even suspects."
Tallulah: "You are just full of surprises, aren't you?"
Xenos: "Your story is even more convoluted than my own. Yet you seem the most human of us."
Catriona: "Once my enemy, now the sister I can't imagine living without."
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| Gallery
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| Boyd Dunlin
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| Date of Birth:
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October 30th 1988
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| Apparent Age:
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Mid 20s
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| Occupation:
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Teacher
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| Virtue:
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Justice
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| Vice:
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Lust
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| Race:
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Changeling
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| Seeming:
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Darkling
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| Kith:
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Razorhand/Whisperwisp/Windwing
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| Freehold:
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Dragon's Knell
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| Court:
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Autumn
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| Motley:
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The Untouchables
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| Entitlement:
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The Scarecrow Ministry
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| Soundtrack
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Creature Feature - Such Horrible Things
- I am not a bad man, even though I do bad things
- Very bad things, such horrible things
- But it's not quite what it seems
- (Not quite what he seems), Not quite what I seem
- Aw Hell, it's exactly what it seems!
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Voltaire-Graveyard Picnic
- When I find the living a bore
- There's a place I go.
- I answer the call,
- Go over the wall,
- Where the crosses are
- All in a row
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