Name: Thomas Raith DOB: 14th February 1965. Yes, Valentine's Day. Height: 6'0" Manner of dress: Casual Features: Greek God like Physical description: Human: Dark hair, shoulder length, curling. Sometimes tied back. Pale skin, grey eyes. Extremely good looking - turns heads wherever he goes Vampire state: Skin turns close to white, eyes take on a metallic sheen. Has not quite superhuman strength and speed, but above average human. Can recover from grave injuries (canonically has recovered from gun shot wounds, a broken neck etc) Other information: White Court Vampire (only living son of the White King) Family: Sisters - Lara, Inari, plus four others. One living half-brother, Harry Dresden
Let's get something clear right up front.
I'm not Harry Dresden.
Harry's a wizard. A genuine, honest-to-goodness wizard. He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket. He'll spit in the eye of gods and demons alike if he thinks it needs to be done, and to hell with the consequences--and yet somehow my little brother manages to remain a decent human being. I'll be damned if I know how.
But then, I'll be damned regardless.
My name is Thomas Raith, and I'm a monster.
The introduction to Backup
Thomas was a shade over six feet tall, and I guess now that I'd had time to get used to the idea, he looked something like me. Stark cheekbones, a long face, a strong jaw. But whatever sculptor had done the finishing work on Thomas had foisted my features off on his apprentice or something. I'm not ugly or anything, but Thomas looked like someone's painting of the forgotten Greek god of body cologne. He had long hair so dark that light itself could not escape it, and even fresh from the shower it was starting to curl. His eyes were the color of thunderclouds, and he never did a single moment of exercise to earn the gratuitous amount of ripple in his musculature. He was wearing jeans and no shirt—his standard household uniform. I once saw him answer the door to speak to a female missionary in the same outfit, and she'd assaulted him in a cloud of forgotten copies of The Watchtower. The tooth-marks she left had been interesting.
From Dead Beat
As a peculiarity of the village, Thomas will be arriving with a certain amount of combo-verse knowledge - his mother was Justin Morningway's sister, instead of knowing Justin DuMorne, and he will recognise Hrothbert of Bainbridge as Bob, rather than the air spirit of the books. For prompt writing purposes, the majority of those will come from canon, though there might be some overlap with RP.
This journal is for entertainment purposes only, specifically for the rpg hearts_andminds, and the prompt communities creative_muses, just_muse_me, and theatrical_muse. Thomas Raith and the Dresden Files are owned by Jim Butcher, ROC books and Orbit books. Richard Armitage is owned by himself. Mores the pity. I'll put him back once I've finished playing with him.