The Noble House of Lockwood
Lord Alistair Lockwood, his wife Lady Evangeline Lockwood, and their children: Silas, Byron, and Theodore Lockwood.
Lord Alistair Lockwood
Current head of the Lockwood Estate.
Wood Elf.
Extremely wealthy.
Member of the ruling council of Arborcea.
Takes great (too much) pride in his house, name, and family.
Has a short temper and is quick to bring it out on those who displease him.
Loves his [legitimate] sons, although he's not good at showing it, at least not in healthy ways.
Had an affair with a human woman ~27 years ago that resulted in Rook's birth.
One of the key players in placing Arborcea under Elven rule.
Very well-respected among the other nobles.
Stubborn and prideful, even arrogant. (His eldest son, Silas, takes after him in this regard.)
Despite his prominent place on the council, he hungers for more. More power, more wealth, more influence.
Very traditionalist/old-fashioned.
A strict father, but well-respect and even idolized by his [legitimate] sons.
Lady Evangeline Lockwood
Lady of the Lockwood Estate.
Eldest daughter of another of Arborcea's noble houses.
High Elf.
Her and Alistair's marriage was an arranged one for politics and money, not love.
Strongly begrudges Alistair for the affair that led to Rook's existence, and has not forgiven him yet. (26 years is a blink of an eye for an elf.)
Despite this, will forever and always keep up appearances of a happy and faithful couple. (Even when they are alone, she hardly ever shows her displeasure with Alistair.)
Was thrilled when Rook ran away, because it meant that there was no longer a constant reminder of her husband's infidelity and shame wandering the halls of her house.
Vain, and always fishing for compliments from everyone around her.
Cleverer than she lets on.
Her sons are her greatest love and pride. They can do (almost) no wrong in her eyes. (However, damaging the image of house Lockwood does count as wrong.)
Has tea gatherings with the other noble ladies where they talk shit about anything and anyone.
Very strict mistress to the servants and anyone in her employ.
Also a strict mother, though much more loving.
Silas Lockwood
The oldest Lockwood brother.
The closest thing to a "rebellious" kid the [legitimate] Lockwood family has.
Stereotypical "popular kid": has a ton of friends and is always the center of attention despite being a dick to most people.
Is rarely at home, usually off "adventuring" (aka, paying other people to do the real work, then let him come in and deal the final blow and taking the credit.)
Excellent fencer, but initially trained for dueling competitions for entertainment, not lethality. His style is kind of exaggeratedly showy because of this.
When he's not adventuring or dueling, he's usually in a tavern, slightly drunk and surrounded by "20 of his closest friends". (or "friends"... most of them are using him or he's using them. He's aware of this and doesn't care.)
Has his father's short temper and intense pride. Can never walk away from a fight.
Hates nothing more than losing/being humiliated.
Byron Lockwood
Middle child, often overlooked in favor of his siblings.
Most boring/practical of the kids.
Doesn't really know what he wants in life.
Doomed to always be out-shined by Silas or Theo.
Totally not bitter about it.
Currently engaged to the daughter of another noble house.
Wants to inherit the title of Lord Lockwood, and is offended that someone as irresponsible as Silas would get it.
Perfectionist. Expects the best from everyone around him at all times.
The only Lockwood kid with a "real" job. (Manages some of his father's interests in a handful of shipping companies based in Arborcea.)
Think of the stereotypical shitty boss: Greedy, ambitious, treats his underlings like tools not people.
Theodore "Theo" Lockwood
The youngest Lockwood brother.
His parents' favorite.
Mama's boy, has Lady Lockwood wrapped around his finger and he knows it.
Spoiled youngest child. Is used to getting everything he wants whenever he wants it.
Will get very upset if his desires are not met.
Has spent the last few decades attending various kind of universities for degrees in all sorts of things. (the perks of being an elf and super rich, I guess.)
When asked about his plans "after schooling", he just does a kind of vague handwave and starts rambling about "research projects", but can't give any straight answers.
Will probably end up as some kind of weird professor/research funder: Ultra wealthy, multiple PHDs, "inventor" (but really just pays people to invent things for him), more than a little bit of a jerk. All his future students will come in so thrilled to meet this famous guy who's done so much impressive shit, but end up leaving disillusioned about their idol.
Not as smart as he seems. More than possibly has paid his way through at least a few of his classes/degrees.
As an academic will almost certainly plagiarize most or all of his work.
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what’s your process like for making a new poetry edit? like, do you find a poem and go hmm i could do something with this, do you look for poems/images that fit a specific narrative, or something else entirely? i just love all your edits, and i’m curious about the creative process behind them!
ooh i love this question! i love talking poetry edits!
it depends a little bit!
sometimes (and this is especially true for the shorter poems) i come across a poem that reminds me of a player and immediately sorta know what i want the finished product to look like.
(like with the Marner “i was never a child just a smaller image of myself” edit where i stumbled across the poem and KNEW there were pictures of baby-leafs-fan Marner i could use)
more often than not i will see a picture or read someones analysis of an event and it will remind me of a specific line of poetry. (see: the Tkachuk poem inspired by this post, and the Marner poem inspired by this post) these are usually the better edits!
every once in a while i will collect a few pictures that tell a story on their own and try to match them with a poem after the fact. (flower poem is an example of this)
And sometimes my friends send me poems and go “i bet you could do something really awful with this” (@charleskachow & @jonassiegenthighler honourable mentions) in which case i usually just go “okay i have a poem. i have an hour. what am i doing.” (result: hot dog poem, red wings poem, Tavares poem)
when it comes to the little impromptu ones there is no system. no process. just whichever poem first comes to mind when i think about that player + a getty images picture i like
all this goes to say: no real process. i am chronically online. i listen to a lot of hockey podcasts. i think about poetry 24/7. everything reminds me of some poem or other. and even when i’m not feeling terribly inspired i have a backlog of 20+ poems that i should really get around to finishing at some point.
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