Appartement Lancelot → Dorothy's

Dire que c'était inattendu serait un mensonge.
Même des années après s'être installé dans ce monde paisible, Lancelot ne pouvait pas tout à fait ébranler cette paranoïa et s'inquiéter des divers événements du Cataclysme. Tout au long des années, on lui avait dit à plusieurs reprises qu'elle avait besoin de se détendre. C'était sûr ici sur Terre, il n'y avait pas de quoi s'inquiéter. De retour dans leur monde, elle était souvent considérée comme un 'travailliste' et il semblait être une opinion populaire — que ce soit en fait une opinion populaire ou non était discutable, on ne peut jamais exclure le biais de confirmation — que relocaliser sur Terre serait une bonne occasion pour Lancelot de 'tirer ce bâton de son cul et de s'asseoir dessus pour une fois.'
Comment était-elle supposée se détendre et être en sécurité quand tant de gens encore dans le monde écroulant souffraient et vivaient dans la peur? Ce n'était pas très souvent que Lancelot s'était sentie impuissante, mais c'est tout ce qu'elle ressentait au cours des cinq dernières années. Ses problèmes concernant sa maison ne pouvaient pas être résolus par un duel ou une action réelle et cela l'a grandement frustrée. Était-ce vraiment si surprenant alors que Lancelot s'est jetée à faire tant de choses qu'elle ne pouvait pas penser?
Après cinq ans de peu d'activité et finalement d'être usé par les gens autour d'elle, Lancelot a finalement décidé de se détendre et de se relâcher un peu. Puis c'est arrivé. Des tremblements de terre fréquents, des disparitions mystérieuses... Est-ce vraiment une coïncidence que ça se passe autour d'eux? Même si certaines personnes étaient disposées à le rejeter comme tel, Lancelot pourrait ressentir le malaise général.
Il semblait que le sommeil n'était pas son amie hier soir. Il lui avait fallu des heures pour jeter et se transformer en un sommeil convenable, avant que le tremblement de terre ne l'ait réveillée presque immédiatement. D'une manière ou d'une autre, elle avait réussi à se reposer avant que l'appel téléphonique de Lucy ne la réveille une fois de plus — non pas qu'elle ait blâmé la fille, Lancelot était reconnaissante pour la notification rapide.
Après s'être réveillée avec un jet d'eau froide sur son visage et avoir passé tous les appels téléphoniques nécessaires, Lancelot sortit de son petit appartement avec une tasse de café dans sa main. Sur la base des dernières disparitions, elle soupçonnait qu'il n'y aurait rien de définitif — bien qu'un certain détective puisse ne pas être d'accord... Non pas qu'aucune information ne serait probablement échangée — mais cela valait encore la peine d'être enquêté.
Avec un soupir, Lancelot traversa les rues froides, rappelant les événements qui ont mené à ce jour. Quand ils sont arrivés sur Terre pour la première fois, le leadership et la réputation de Lancelot l'ont établie comme le « sheriff » officieux de la communauté des contes de fées. En conséquence, elle était souvent la personne à laquelle ses soi-disant «fairy tale» frères venaient au premier signe d'ennui. Jusqu'à ces derniers jours, tout avait été de petites querelles et des problèmes qu'elle avait été capable de résoudre; Ces événements deja-vu induisant cependant... Si Lancelot était complètement honnête avec elle-même, c'était un peu hors de sa ligue.
Mais elle n'était pas complètement honnête avec elle - tout irait bien.
Un pas à la fois. Lancelot n'avait pas besoin d'affronter immédiatement ce qui — ou qui — causait encore ces incidents très semblables. Elle devait d'abord comprendre ce qu'il fallait faire et comment s'adresser à tout au cours de la réunion.
Avec un cœur lourd qui brûlait avec le but, Lancelot poursuivit la courte marche jusqu'à la maison de Dorothy.
"Music is the strongest form of magic."


 •  N A M E 
Fife Miller
 •  S T O R Y 
The Pied Piper of Hamelin
 •  B I R T H P L A C E 
Bellegarde
 •  M A G I C 
Yes. Fife prefers to channel his innate magical ability through music, most commonly but not limited to his pipe. The ability that he favors the most is hypnosis; He is famous for enchanting children and rats with his music and leading them away, after all.
 •  A G E 
Thirty
 •  R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S 
It's quite rare for Fife to gain a special interest in someone; and when he does, it doesn't matter whether they're a gentleman, a lady or anything in between. He's never spent much time in one place anyways, he's gone before anyone can make a lasting impression upon him.
 •  A T T I R E 
Traditionally, Fife has clothed himself in the fashion of wayfarer; loose-fitting pants, boots, a tunic cinched upon his waist with a belt and a tattered cape. Appearance matters little to him, and he seeks out comfort and practicality above all else. As a result, he tends to wear his favorite articles of clothing until they're falling apart at the seams. On Earth, not much has changed. He wears whatever he can find that's comfortable, and more often than not that means a pair of jeans and a shirt.
Now that he's not constantly traveling on foot anymore, he does have more time to put into his appearance — not that he necessarily takes advantage of it. He cleans himself enough to be well-kept-ish, yet his hair is in a constant state of being messy.


 •  H E R O ' S N A T U R E 
Legend remembers him both as a hero and a villain — something that doesn't happen often, he reckons. Most stories have a clear-cut hero and a clear-cut villain. Fife doesn't mind though, as he truly is neither a hero nor a villain. He's not virtuous and selfless enough to be a hero — he doesn't do things out of the goodness in his heart, he does things for people at a price. Money and reward is his primary motivator, and he seldom does anything just to be friendly. He's also not quite evil — even if many people may think he is. He never does anything to be spiteful or vengeful. Any retaliating actions he takes are reserved for the times he's been cheated out of a deal and didn't receive adequate payment. Simple cause and effect. Even if his retaliations are at times extreme and overly harsh, to him it's justified.
In a word (technically two), Fife is a lone-wolf. Independent and self-sustaining, he's largely content in leading his own life with as few ties with other people as possible. He's not off-putting or anti-social though, he can be charming and charismatic when he wants to be. He's often spotted at pubs in various villages, entertaining people with stories of his travels. Even though he doesn't particularly remember many people from his travels, he does put effort into people remembering The Pied Piper. As an unofficial bard, Fife is a master storyteller and a builder of suspense and intrigue.
Although he's knowledgeable of the various happenings in the world, Fife is largely apathetic about what's going on. He doesn't consider himself a resident or a participant in whatever is going on in the world — whether it be a riot, a war, the Cataclysm... He considers himself a spectator and doesn't act unless there's some sort of merit for himself. Put simply, he's selfish; more concerned about his own well-being than others.
Remember, he's not a hero.
Recent events in both the fairy tale world (if 10 years ago can be considered recent) and Earth have him considering whether it's time for him to finally shed his selfish philosophy.

 •  R E N O W N E D S K I L L S 
Fife is an accomplished musician and can create spellbinding music out of almost any instrument. He also has quite the magical talent — a largely coveted one at that. His skill of hypnosis combined with his music often is a lethal combination should he wish it to be. He also has some experience in combat, but largely finds in unnecessary because he can use magic.
 •  F A T A L F L A W 
Apathy: Generally, Fife is uninterested in what's going on around him and can't be bothered to take any action without any merit for himself. Not only is this dangerous for himself and the people around him, it also can buy him quite a bit of animosity with the slight extremeness of his actions.
 •  O N C E U P O N A T I M E 
Fife was born in a small village in Bellegarde. His childhood was far from ideal. He lived in poverty with an absent mother and an abusive father. As long as he could remember, Fife was constantly told that he had no place in their household, that life would be better if he had never been born, all of the missed opportunities that his parents had were his fault, and they were never, ever help him after all of the trouble that he caused them. On top of all of the resentment his parents had for him, Fife's ability with magic manifested at a young age and his parents were terrified. His father was determined to beat it out of him, as his mother went into a deep denial. As a child, Fife realized that he had no home, and that he was absolutely alone in the world. These two realizations were what shaped his eventual philosophy and lifestyle as a traveler.
After years of enduring his father's harsh blows and his mother's apathy, Fife ran away from home at the young age of ten. He ran away with nothing but his beloved pipe and the clothes on his back. He ran for an entire night, not even stopping to catch his breath because he was so terrified of being found. Eventually, he made his way to a city in Bellegarde after days of no food and water. Upon arrival, he collapsed of exhaustion and relief and was taken in by an old couple. Fife was incredibly thankful for their kindness, but after ten years of being with his parents, his ability to trust in people have diminished and he disappeared from their sight after a few days.
This pattern of finding people to stay with and disappearing from them occurred for years. How could people say no to an innocent child wearing ragged clothing? As he began to get older, he managed to find ways to sustain himself by finding odd jobs and entertaining people with story and song. Fife's travels don't have a destination or a purpose. He's not even quite sure what he's looking for as he moves across the entire world. Seeing the sights and learning as much as can is great, but it's not his purpose; it's a bonus. He's searching for a place that he can call home — even if he himself doesn't realize this quite yet.
Fife has build up a bit of a reputation for himself through his travels. He sailed the Seven Seas, witnessed the beauty of the Shifting Sands... He traveled all over the world and stories about him followed; about how a young man told stories of his adventures one night and disappeared the next. His name was never remembered, but whispers of The Pied Piper remained.
It wasn't all good things though.
The most well-known story of Fife was his adventure in the town of Hamelin in Bellegarde when he was 17. Hamelin was having a rat problem and they were desperately looking for solutions. Fife was just passing through when he heard of this problem. He offered his services to the mayor, who eagerly offered a large number of gold for his help. That night, Fife played his pipes, hypnotized the many rats in Hamelin and lead them away from the town. Spellbound by his music, the rats followed him and he drowned them in a nearby river.
Despite the fact that Fife had single-handedly ended the rat problem in Hamelin, the mayor refused to pay him, going as far as accusing him of bringing the rats in himself, so he could lead them away and collect the reward. Angry at being cheated and accused, Fife took action. The next night, he played his magical pipes and hypnotized all of the children, leading them away similarly.
Rumors of this event have blown it quite out of proportion. Depending on who you ask, some will say that the Pied Piper lead the children into a river, causing them to suffer the same fate as the rats. Others will say that he took the children for himself, and they were never heard from again. The real story is less interesting and more merciful. After their children disappeared, the town of Hamelin panicked and prepared Fife's payment. Shortly after, the children returned to their families.
Perhaps this method was overkill and unnecessary, but Fife didn't particularly care. He returned the children safely and unharmed to their families and got his reward. Everything was back to equilibrium, but others saw the Pied Piper in a completely new light. Stories of the Pied Piper were no longer about just a mysterious traveler, people began to be afraid of him.
It didn't matter though, he didn't care.
He still didn't care when the Cataclysm stole Albion from them, or when the earth shattered underneath his feet. All that mattered was his survival.
 •  A N E W C H A P T E R 
As one of the people who can calm a large panicked crowd with ease, Fife was recruited soon after the Cataclysm began. Working with Merlin, he assisted in bringing order to the frightened residents, and bringing people over to Earth in return for a guaranteed passage to Mystvale.
After relocating to Earth, Fife spent a month or so in Mystvale before disappearing from the fairy tale community. He wandered around Washington and its neighboring states for a few years before returning about two years ago to Mystvale. The Fairy Tale world didn't feel like home, but Earth felt even more foreign and unwelcoming.
When the Cataclysm occurred, all he wanted to do was leave and survive. Now he wants to go home — wherever home is — to his former world.
Mystvale is the place he's stayed in longest — staying put for the last two years — and he's been working as a local musician to make a living. Earth is far too boring for Fife though.