{Caravaggio: An Invisible Man}

February 21, 2010 - 4:49am — Terabetha

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Caravaggio
The man with bandaged hands.[/]

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A drifter, able to move freely between The Forest, its disconnected counterpart, and the human world beyond. He is vague, both in presence and ability. It might be this haziness that directs his desire to capture and collect memories.

Theft is his highest joy, but only the greatest challenges will do. He desires the sentimental, the precious, and the symbolic. He prizes secrets above all other marks, especially those known by no one else.

Services
With the proper incentive, Caravaggio can be persuaded to retrieve objects from the human world for inhabitants of The Forest. He travels frequently to replenish his supply of cigarettes, so if you have a character interested in a trade, do feel free to make an offer.

Virtues and Vices
"I should know better.."

This character is an amalgamation of elements from several works not my own.
I make absolutely no claim that the idea for an 'invisible man' is mine.
These works include;

The original 'The Invisible Man' by H.G.Wells.
David Caravaggio from 'The English Patient' by Michael Ondaatje.
Griffin from 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen' comics by Alan Moore and illustrated by Kevin O'Neill.
Skinner from 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen' movie (2003).

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February 21, 2010 - 4:59am — Nine

Eeee..

Eeee.. <3

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February 21, 2010 - 5:03am — .

really beautiful! stalk

really beautiful! *stalk*

February 21, 2010 - 7:06am — Terabetha

Stalkers welcome *sets out

Stalkers welcome

*sets out cookies*

February 21, 2010 - 5:49pm — Terabetha

(No subject)

February 21, 2010 - 5:53pm — AnimaSoul

EPIC. YOU MUST BE STALKED.

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February 21, 2010 - 5:55pm — AliceV

stalk

February 22, 2010 - 12:52am — Terabetha

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March 2, 2010 - 1:09am — Tilis

lol

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March 2, 2010 - 1:46am — Terabetha

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March 2, 2010 - 3:16am — trigger_mortis

Perhaps some kind soul has

Perhaps some kind soul has placed your album in a warm and dry place? The giant oak perhaps?

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March 2, 2010 - 3:17am — FishBiscuit

8D~

March 3, 2010 - 1:27am — Terabetha

(No subject)

March 3, 2010 - 1:51am — trigger_mortis

Aw, thank goodness you've

Aw, thank goodness you've found your album! Your artwork should be safely protected, not left to the wilds!

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March 12, 2010 - 11:36pm — celticmystress

The scent of cigarretts

The scent of cigarretts brought her here, and then when she went closer to the building, the familiar sound of the piano. It was raining and it began to softly thunder far above her. The large building stopped the curious only by a weak door, which was open. She had heard of a ghost-like character roaming the forest... and then travelled (doing what she does best) to try and find the human side of the beast.... unfortunatly she found no leads as to who he was, it seemed as if this was purposeful.

When she stepped in the room, the piano sprinkled a few hushed notes, and then fell silent.

There was no sign of a human being in this place, even though it was clear someone was smoking...

Instead of speaking, she replied with the nearly out of tune grand piano setting in the room, which was silent now. She played a sad song.

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The piano began to speak, and it seemd to say: "I am here, and I wish to know more about you, should you be willing... if not, I will leave you to your peace." When she finished, she found a scrap of paper which was caught up by a small draft of air by her feet.

March 13, 2010 - 1:06am — Terabetha

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March 13, 2010 - 1:53am — celticmystress

Bones picked up the postcard

Bones picked up the postcard and inspected the writing. Her heart jumped. How strange!... She found a stack of old papers atop the piano, and spoke aloud. "I do hope you don't mind it if I write on these...?" She looked about for a pen, and instead found an old type-writer. It was still in use, and was clean. She began to type.

She pulled the piece of paper out of the top of the machine, and set it down atop the piano. And wondered what to do next. Should she read the paper aloud? -- Her thoughts faded when a gust of gentle air blew the paper across the top of the piano and out of view.

March 13, 2010 - 4:04am — Terabetha

The shutters of a nearby

The shutters of a nearby window creaked, swing open and rattled against the wall. Another gust of air swirled in, bringing with it the warm smell of sunlight and pine. From a stack on a nearby desk, another postcard seesawed through the air until finally coming to rest at the foot of the piano bench.

March 13, 2010 - 5:04am — celticmystress

Bones picked up the letter

Bones picked up the letter and smiled. How amazing! She got right to work typing along, and then did the same thing. The paper took a few seconds, before flying off on a gust of wind to another area of the building.

March 13, 2010 - 6:26am — ocean

Tracking. :3

March 13, 2010 - 7:03pm — Terabetha

On the desk by the window sat

On the desk by the window sat a collection of postcards and letters. Some sat blank and others were filled out and addressed to various persons.
One such postcard was freshly typed and addressed to Christine.

March 13, 2010 - 8:33pm — celticmystress

(Tera I love this character!

(Tera I love this character! I was wondering what you were planning to do with him? This is totally awesome. We always end up writing letters, don't we?

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Bones enjoyed this game of hide and seek, although she had no intention of seeking this character out, because it was clearly against his will, if he did not reveal himself in the flesh-- there was obviously a reason for it. And besides, she had a strange feeling she'd make a fool out of herself, checking behind furnature like some kid who had lost their blanket-- he was obviously a professional, and she respected that.
She read the postcard and smiled, typing away once more.

March 13, 2010 - 9:08pm — Terabetha

(We do always end up with

(We do always end up with letters lol ...as for what I'll be doing, I'm not entirely sure. He's just around for now.)

March 13, 2010 - 9:43pm — celticmystress

(The kiss mark doesn't mean

(The kiss mark doesn't mean she's in love, it means... I found the sticker and thought it was very LB-like. >____> I hope he doesn't mind... XD)

March 30, 2010 - 11:57pm — celticmystress

Bones knocked on the door, to

Bones knocked on the door, to give her invisible friend time to prepare himself a hiding place before she walked in slowly. She'd promised him she would play him a tune, and so she would. Before she left the city once more. She sat on the cold piano bench and tapped the keys effortlessly.

April 8, 2010 - 3:21am — Terabetha

It seems your elusive host

It seems your elusive host must be out, as there is no note awaiting you on your return.
Instead a novel has been carefully placed on the piano bench, obviously a present from Caravaggio.