Post by Arturo McDermott on Feb 1, 2017 12:52:24 GMT -5
Arturo McDermott |  |
one hundred fifty-seven ✦ male ✦ vigilante ✦ water faery ✦ College Student
personality
intelligent, perceptive, strategic, patient, paternal
o.c.d., distant, superior, vengeful, suspicious
o.c.d., distant, superior, vengeful, suspicious
history
Young Arturo Ignatius McDermott ascended the courthouse steps with, "Isn't that Rev McDermott's boy?" chorusing behind him from the former citizens of Centralia.
"Sad about his daddy though." Someone murmured.
"Shame, he's such a good man." Another affirmed.
And then the door closed.
Arturo was lead to a room by a familiar officer- a man that lived a few blocks from the St. Ignatius Roman Catholic Church, the place Art called home.
"So, tell us, Art. What happened?" The police officer asked, folding his arms as he leaned back in his chair. Art shifted in his own uncomfortable seat, his gaze dropping once the officer stopped speaking so that he could examine the condensation upon the glass of water they'd given him.
"The Maguires attacked my father." Art began, reaching out to trace away the layer of water from the glass- the water acted almost magnetized, moving with his motion even before he touched it directly. The officer didn't seem to notice.
"My daddy isn't a miner, Mitch- not like Alexander Rae, but they beat him." Art added- shouldn't the injustice be clear? Daniel McDermott had listened to the confessions of nearly every Centralia Catholic, acting as a moral compass, but in this? No mortal retribution was to be had.
"So you daddy cursed us?" The officer asked, trying unsuccessfully not to grin. Arturo looked up, his green eyes searching that unshaven, disheveled, underpaid man. The nicest clothes he owned were those blue polyester uniforms- he wore them around town most days, reserving his wardrobe of faded t-shirts from his younger days for more "casual" days off, like town celebrations.
"Yeah. He said our church will be the last building standing in the town that turned its back on him." Arturo affirmed, giving a crisp nod. "But my daddy had nothing to do with Mr. Rae. He warned you to handle the Maguires."
After more questioning- was this all for show?- they finally dismissed Arturo and his family, absolving the McDermotts of all wrong-doing.
Arturo McDermott was over a hundred when he returned to the courthouse. The city was sinking- literally- as a fire burned beneath their feet, fueled by the very coal that had convinced them to settle here. Miners. His maternal granddaddy had been one, but his dad? His dad was the religious leader- the Catholic voice of reason. He was the reason for the fire that would punish the Pennsylvanian sinners.
"You're saying Father McDermott did this?"
It was a new cop. His old friend- what was that man's name?- he was dead now. Perhaps Art would stop at the cemetery, pay his respects.
"Yes- because some mining protesters beat him up."
"These are serious accusations, son. There's no notoriety in this. Your ancestor died decades ago, long before the fire." The officer cautioned, as if it were Art himself being incriminated. Art smiled, dragging his fingers along a glass of water that had been set before him.
"He started the fire in the nineteen thirties." Arturo volunteered, as if providing evidence would help convince the officer.
"Son, why in god's name would a Catholic Father start a fire, destroying his congregation?"
"It's a Biblical thing." Art shrugged. Fire. Redemption. But the officer had a point and he didn't even know it. The McDermotts were proud water faeries. For the method of destruction to be fire was entirely out of character in a certain respect. And in another sense, it made perfect sense that his daddy'd convinced a fire faery to ignite the ungrateful town. The real question was, why so long after the injustice? Wasn't justice meant to be swift? Well, no matter. The officer took down his statement and sent him away, telling him he'd call him if he had any questions.
Arturo never did return to that condemned city his daddy destroyed- it died with his father for him, the last visit was merely a courtesy.
Winding up in Hawaii, the unlawfully occupied nation born of volcanic fire wasn't in his plans, but once he arrived it seemed fitting for him.
"Sad about his daddy though." Someone murmured.
"Shame, he's such a good man." Another affirmed.
And then the door closed.
Arturo was lead to a room by a familiar officer- a man that lived a few blocks from the St. Ignatius Roman Catholic Church, the place Art called home.
"So, tell us, Art. What happened?" The police officer asked, folding his arms as he leaned back in his chair. Art shifted in his own uncomfortable seat, his gaze dropping once the officer stopped speaking so that he could examine the condensation upon the glass of water they'd given him.
"The Maguires attacked my father." Art began, reaching out to trace away the layer of water from the glass- the water acted almost magnetized, moving with his motion even before he touched it directly. The officer didn't seem to notice.
"My daddy isn't a miner, Mitch- not like Alexander Rae, but they beat him." Art added- shouldn't the injustice be clear? Daniel McDermott had listened to the confessions of nearly every Centralia Catholic, acting as a moral compass, but in this? No mortal retribution was to be had.
"So you daddy cursed us?" The officer asked, trying unsuccessfully not to grin. Arturo looked up, his green eyes searching that unshaven, disheveled, underpaid man. The nicest clothes he owned were those blue polyester uniforms- he wore them around town most days, reserving his wardrobe of faded t-shirts from his younger days for more "casual" days off, like town celebrations.
"Yeah. He said our church will be the last building standing in the town that turned its back on him." Arturo affirmed, giving a crisp nod. "But my daddy had nothing to do with Mr. Rae. He warned you to handle the Maguires."
After more questioning- was this all for show?- they finally dismissed Arturo and his family, absolving the McDermotts of all wrong-doing.
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Arturo McDermott was over a hundred when he returned to the courthouse. The city was sinking- literally- as a fire burned beneath their feet, fueled by the very coal that had convinced them to settle here. Miners. His maternal granddaddy had been one, but his dad? His dad was the religious leader- the Catholic voice of reason. He was the reason for the fire that would punish the Pennsylvanian sinners.
"You're saying Father McDermott did this?"
It was a new cop. His old friend- what was that man's name?- he was dead now. Perhaps Art would stop at the cemetery, pay his respects.
"Yes- because some mining protesters beat him up."
"These are serious accusations, son. There's no notoriety in this. Your ancestor died decades ago, long before the fire." The officer cautioned, as if it were Art himself being incriminated. Art smiled, dragging his fingers along a glass of water that had been set before him.
"He started the fire in the nineteen thirties." Arturo volunteered, as if providing evidence would help convince the officer.
"Son, why in god's name would a Catholic Father start a fire, destroying his congregation?"
"It's a Biblical thing." Art shrugged. Fire. Redemption. But the officer had a point and he didn't even know it. The McDermotts were proud water faeries. For the method of destruction to be fire was entirely out of character in a certain respect. And in another sense, it made perfect sense that his daddy'd convinced a fire faery to ignite the ungrateful town. The real question was, why so long after the injustice? Wasn't justice meant to be swift? Well, no matter. The officer took down his statement and sent him away, telling him he'd call him if he had any questions.
Arturo never did return to that condemned city his daddy destroyed- it died with his father for him, the last visit was merely a courtesy.
Winding up in Hawaii, the unlawfully occupied nation born of volcanic fire wasn't in his plans, but once he arrived it seemed fitting for him.
misc.
Arturo was raised to idolize vigilantes and justice.
Arturo is strategic, and enjoys a challenge.
Arturo enforces his own moral judgements.
Arturo is strategic, and enjoys a challenge.
Arturo enforces his own moral judgements.
played by hödekin ✦ Hōtarō Oreki of Hyōka
nette of gs
