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Changeling Background Questions%R%RQ: What is your experience with the supernatural beyond faerie?%RA: What limited experiences with the supernatural come from the stories told by his grandmother and his uncle, about "Les Invisibles," and their powers, influences, and relationships with the living world and their ancestors who worship and pay homage to them.  Stories also told of spirits in the forests, swamps, and even in the liquor people drink or share between one another.%R%RQ: What happened?%RA: His father and mother were not superstitious people, giving into more "American" ways instead of the "Old Ways" of their ancestors.  When his father was struggling to move ahead in the pursuit of medicine, Ambrose's grandmother would suggest speaking to Papa Legba to help clear the crossroads that blocked his father's path to success.  His uncle showed him once how to curse a man by calling up Congo Savanne.  His grandmother warned him (as well as his mother, who half-believed in the old ways--much as she tried not to) of summoning Loa that he had no way of paying or banishing.%R%RQ: How do you feel about this?%RA: Ambrose tried to be more like his father, a young man of reason.  Of things that can only be because you can see them.  But on those random occasions, he would still have something of his grandmother in him, and might hide something under his pillow for good luck, or to ask the aid of the spirit world to help him or his family in some payment to "be better" the next day, week, month, etc.%R%RQ: What is your new name, now that you are a Changeling?%RA: Ambrose never changed his name.  Even as a Changeling, he didn't feel compelled to change it.%R%RQ: How were you Taken?%RA: Over time, Ambrose became less like his father, and more like his uncle.  Academics gave way to pursuits of earthly pleasure.  He was smart, but he never really pushed himself to be more.  Getting away with charm, friendly smiles, clever words, etc.  When he started hanging out with his uncle more--taking road trips through the woods under the cover of darkness, carrying precious cargo, he realized too late that he could have, and should have made better choices.  His father found out of his brothers gin-runs in the early years of Prohibition and forbade his associate with him any longer.  One night, he saw his uncle ushered into a car.  Curiously, he followed the car just outside of town.  A deal that took a sudden turn for the worse ended with Ambrose being thrown into the trunk of another car, and his uncle dead.  Later, the body of both son and uncle would be found in some muddy bayou.%R%RQ: How long did you stay in Arcadia?%RA: At least six decades.  Sixty years of toil, lessons, learning, reflection, and transformation into the persona he is today--or has always been.%R%RQ: Who was your Keeper? What were they like?%RA: His Keeper was The Noemata and in the realm of The Seventy-Eight Steps, Ambrose was chosen for a purpose (or at least that's how he make sense of it), to shed off the expectations of what his father wanted, his mother wanted, or his his uncle even wanted for Ambrose to be--and become what he most desired, and become what he was meant to become.%R%RQ: What was your Durance like? How did it shape you into the Seeming/Kith you have today?%RA: He began, like all do on the 78 steps, as a Fool.  For him, it was looking to the heavens and the remanence of spiritual connection he sought for answers.  The path was lit by torches and candles, and hearths along the steps were warm and welcoming.  When he rested, visions dance within his dreams.  Ideas challenging and invoking changes. He looked for a way home--but only because it was familiar.  In time, he questioned why he wanted to go back to something and somewhere that was familiar.  Places and people that wanted to control or use him for their own whims and desires.  The Noemata continued to push this Fool into growing and becoming more.  For Ambrose, this was not a punishment--to be in this alien world and constantly tested around every corner.  For him, this was for something more.  For him to be more.  But even the most wonderous of adventures into the self have their diversions, crossroads, and setbacks along the path.  Along the path was temptations. Temptations to something more watery in nature.  Instead of warm hearths, he found solace in overflowing chalices and lovers that came and went like the ebbing and flowing of the tides.  Sore feet and weary spirits were replenished with perfumed oils and edible plants.  Evolution.  Transformation.  He pushed onward and upward.  The lessons continued to repeat. The cycle does not end. The choice was is alone to make.  His desires needed to come first.  What did *he* want to become?  What was he *meant* to become?  Perhaps this is what the Devil went through when he fell.  A choice to rebel.  A desire to be his own individual amongst the Heavenly Host.%R%RQ: How did you escape?%RA: His journey along the steps was still fraught with repetitive lessons.  Much of him changed.  All of him changed.  But for the better.  Like a butterfly, shedding its old self and molted skins of the past.  He transformed into an Exemplar of The Devil.  The strong will of desire.  Want.  Ambition without much other thought involved.  Like the almond shaped parts of the Lizard Brain, he thought first and considered feelings later.  How does the Devil fall once more back to Earth?  The embodiment of choices made through powers, manipulation, and cunning used these awakened traits in himself to ask others along the steps for a way out.  At the sacrifice of their own journey, they gave in.  His smile, his willingness to listen to others, his ability to promise something greater for a small help on their end--a promise that was never fulfilled. Some loved him.  Others hated to desire him.%R%RQ: What do you remember of it?%RA: Most of it that he remembers still comes in dreams/nightmares of walking through the different steps.  Contacts with hedge beasts, hobs, other Fools along his journey of personal enlightenment/transformation.%R%RQ: What has your life been like since your escape?%RA: Ambrose life has been one of...adventure?  He sees himself as such personas as Rumplestiltskin, Lucifer, the Djinn.  He's met people that are drawn to him, people that want to be part of his circle, people that come to him (eventually), looking for help with their deep desires, looking to want something--and damn the consequences.  He's happy to oblige, but there's always a price.  A price that he is never connected to when things go south.  Like wine, he bides his time on the finer "vintages," waiting for the right moment for the opportunity to blossom in the Mortals he's been around.%R%RQ: Do you have a Fetch? If yes, what are your intentions toward it?%RA: The Fetch that replaced him was one specifically placed to be the dead body they found the night of him being taken%R%RQ: Whether or not you have a Fetch, do you have valid ID? Are you a legal citizen? If not, how do you compensate for that?%RA: A few strings pulled by a few Winter Court members he knew in Louisianna.  Helped adjust some birth and death records for him.  The birth cirtificate on file is his--just altered to show that he was born in 1987 instead of a long time ago.%R%RQ: Are you connected to any other PCs?%RA: He's connected to the Garreaus (a distant cousin from "The Big Easy") as well as any that were taken by the same Keeper.%R%RQ: Are you in a Court? If yes, which, and why? What do you do for your Court?%RA: He's a member of the Spring Court.  Some positions he's served as Physician, Archivist, and Finder.  He currently holds no position in the court as or right now, feeling out his desires anew.%R%RQ: Do you have an Entitlement? If yes, which, why, and what did you do to earn the privilege?%RA: He's a member of the Lost Pantheon.  After a time, he sought a noble order that best matched his desires and thought processes.  His abilities to charm, beguile, manipulate, and fish out someone's desires--and be able to provide them what they wanted just comes naturally (now) for him.  In dreams, he saw ancient times where people came to him for his gifts, worshiped and idolized him.  Only wanting what they wanted most.  In the end, serving as a "God" seemed to make the most sense.%R%RQ: Are you in the Freehold?%RA: Not yet.