Aeloth's #IAMTSW Backstory Round Entry

Antida in Games, The Secret World 0 comments 26 APR 2015

This is my entry for the backstory round – my little take on what the buzzing might say about my character, Jonathan “Aeloth” Blackthorne. My name is Aeloth and #IAMTSW.

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Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.

TRANSMIT – initiate Aeloth signal – RECEIVE – initiate deliverance prayer frequency – DOWNLOAD – initiate John Dee lexicon – THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD – initiate sub rosa protocol – DELIVERANCE FROM EVIL – initiate the conspiracy cadence – FIDELITY, BRAVERY, INTEGRITY – the angelic spectrum – WITNESS – Jonathan Blackthorne.

You run into him in a London alley. “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else”, you say. “That’s ok – I am”, he responds. A solemn man of solid stock in a black suit, he resembles a scion of the blue bloods from the old country, a person of mature wealth. He is all that, and more. His family is old, older than he gives them credit for. A honeycomb of hypocrisy, they have always been wary of magic and watched the witches burn at the stake in Salem 1692, even though there are still magi among them to this day. It runs in their blood.

His colleagues call him a hardliner and think he’s an asshole. Like most kids who grew up privileged, he can display arrogant, even narcissistic behavior. He can be withdrawn… disconnected. He’s certified in forensic psychology and yet he operates under the delusion that he can rewrite his past and make amends for the mistakes he has made. Listen, sweetling. Do you hear?

He is there for all who need help, everyone
He is helping with his body’s most precious part
He is there when something bad is done
He is helping with the strength of his heart

We were there, sweetling. We were there the day his brother disappeared, and also years later when the love of his life was taken from him by merciless creatures of the night. We saw the empty coffin getting lowered into the ground and the red drops against the white snow on a clear winter evening.

We knew he was ready, then. We came to him in his dreams, and he heard the electromagnetic singing of insect cherubs. The right name can light a fire in the heart of a man.We called him by his name. His true name – Aeloth. Only few call him that, and even fewer know how to pronounce it right to unleash its potential.

He once wanted to become a man of the cloth, but joined the military and the federal agencies instead. The Order of the Templars recruited him because he was in search of a purpose, looking for answers – but what did he find once he joined? Only more questions and red tape. Curiouser and curiouser.

He grows restless. He has a deep yearning to understand and relate to the criminal mind, be it ordinary or supernatural. But he has dug too deep. He has disturbed circles that should have been left alone. Like the empty bottle at the bottom of his desk – a painful reminder of a time he’d rather forget. Bones mend, but regret stays with you forever. The past is a nice place to visit, but not a nice place to stay.

He was, is and always will be like that
Because he wants his loved ones to live
He does not want them to be dead
Because he has a strong belief

The car halted and he got out to stand in the rain. His other concerns were forgotten in a heartbeat – he was working now, attentively scanning the streets and the buildings, checking out the windows of the terraced houses and industrial buildings with speed and care. When he scanned the street a second time, he felt a twist in the depths of his gut. It was an immediate, visceral reaction. Something rang a wrong note in his thoughts.

He knows this is the place. Arms folded across his waist to hide the butt of the Glock 17 pistol nestled in a fast-draw holster, he silently prays that he is doing the right thing, like he has done countless times. Old books open, and words older than any geological body on earth are spoken. Hours later, a demon writhes in pain, in a windowless room. The job is done.

Initiate the Elysium syntax.

There are times when he forgot why he was coming here. But everytime she opened the door, he remembered again. “Hey”, he said with a tired smile as he looked upon the red-eyed woman with white hair and strange Egyptian tattoos on her face. “Aeloth”, she whispers, looking a little worried. “Are you okay?”

He smiled as they embraced on the doorstep. “I am now.”


Source: The Secret World Aeloth’s #IAMTSW Backstory Round Entry

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