Olwen Bogstrum
Fae Bio
Name
Olwen Bogstrum (many nicknames as everyone seems to give him a new one)
Player
Landshark
Fae Race
Troll
Fae Court
Seelie
Age
415
Claimed
Orientation
Heterosexual
Hair
Black and short almost shaved with a rough stubble beard. In human form it is much longer and curly with a more full beard as well.
Eyes
Dark brown almost black. In human form only a little light for a more natural brown
Height
7’6 feet tall. In human form he shaves a bit off dropping him to 6’11
Appearance
Fae form: Olwen is a massive man of average troll proportions. Not a giant of his kind but still impressive. His long face and sunken eyes give him a menacing visage even when happy. His body is built like a tree trunk as when his hands are at his sides he is nearly the same width all the way down. His cheeks are scarred from having powered cold iron thrown in his face leaving a rough burn scar like look to them. Another long scar runs from the top of his head down to his right eye. Human form: The scars are gone and his hair is longer. The rough edges of his features slightly smoothed so as to lessen his angry look. His size shrinks to a more manageable 6’11 which still makes most folk leave him alone which is what he wants usually.
Personality
Olwen comes across as a very intense individual. Focused of mind and vision on whatever task is currently in front of him. However he is a brute in physical abilities alone. He has a kind heart and is a stalwart friend. Slow to anger but just as slow to calm, Olwen has never killed unless provoked. Unfortunately the provoker does not have to have directed his actions toward Olwen, simply someone Olwen has decided to look after. Olwen is bored most of the time and as such will pick people (fae, human, shifter, vamp…doesn’t matter) out as needing “looking after.” He is very shy for the most part and will rarely introduce himself to others unless its business related.
Ons & Offs
Very old school but if the partner likes, and can handle it, rough stuff is always fun.
History
Born on the new year of the year 1600, Olwen was always looked at as a gift by his small fae group. Raised in the wild lands between England and Scotland he and his extended family kept to themselves as best they could. Humans were dangerous especially in large numbers, he was always told. As he grew it became clear that he had a talent for the forge not just stone and wood. Soon he was outstripping the skills of his mentor so much so that they started to talk about the human villages nearby. As a place with better access to metals and proper forges Olwen would be able to hone his craft to a far higher level.
Eventually the day came and he was apprenticed to a kind human who had fae connections. Olwens skill flourished and he absorbed everything the mentor showed him. Soon he was making his own creations and selling them along side his masters work. Once the master grew old it was clear that Olwen needed to move on or else his secret be revealed. Going to Edinburgh he found work as a tinker, making and fixing household items and farm equipment. He found joy in the work as well as friends with the local peasants, though none knew his secret.
Then the war came. Tinkers across the land were forced into more militant pursuits. Copper pots and plow blades were replaced with breastplates and cannon. After two long decades the conflict came to an uncertain end but the writing was on the wall. Seizing his chance at freedom Olwen took his accumulated pay from his years of service and boarded a ship to the new world. He had listened to tales of the new lands filled with endless trees and far reaching mountains that were untouched by humans. More than enough land to lose oneself in.
Once in the new world Olwen moved with the flow of the frontier. Spending his first few decades in the New England area casting bells he earned a reputation for his work but once again time meant he had to move along or draw attention to himself. Now once again war was coming. Seeing the writing on the wall Olwen moved south to get away from the certain danger. Florida proved a safe haven as he set up living in Fort Augustine. This was a large city. He had avoided such places all his life but what he had learned was that it was easy to disappear in large cities.
The Americans war came and went, once again England had lost a piece of its empire but no one noticed in the near tropical city. It was in this new haven that he found a community of Fae who thought much like himself. They had lived in the region for centuries and though he was an outsider they welcomed Olwen in. It was here that he met Iliana, a mermaid of the court. Olwen fell deeply in love with the woman but for all his trying she took no notice of him. Decades passed until one day the news reached the court that Iliana was found dead. It didn’t take long for the court to find the culprits, a group of sailors drunk on shore leave. They had taken a shining to Iliana and forced themselves on her somehow. When she fought back they beat her to death.
The court was in an uproar and went to deciding how best to deal with the men. Olwen needed no such discussion. In a fit of rage the likes of which he had never known, Olwen stormed onto the docked ship. It was the blackest part of the morning and in a rampage that lasted less than 20 minutes Olwen had purged the ship of life. He did not know what men where responsible and it did not matter for the ship was a plague that must be eradicated. When he was done and his senses returned to him Olwen wept. He wept for his lost love and for the hate he had delivered upon the men of the ship. The local Fae leader knew it was an accident but it didn’t matter. Killing the responsible was one thing but killing them all could not be over looked. Setting the ship ablaze to cover the massacre, Olwen was told to leave and never return.
He wandered the wilds for many years after that. The swamps of the southern lands were large and easy to be left alone in. It was an exile of his own making. So long did he stay hiding in those glades that he didn’t even miss clothing anymore, or the warmth of a fire nor the sound of another living soul. His glamour was gone for he had no use for it in that place. Gators and owls did not care if he was pretty or not. One day while wondering he came upon a clearing where a dirt road had been carved through the swamp. Suddenly an odd noise was heard and he hid in the brush as a horseless carriage came barreling down the road. The odd pops and whistle noises it made were very curious and Olwen was amazed buy its speed. What most intrigued him was that it was made of metal not wood.
He followed the road from a safe distance going the way the odd carriage had gone till he came upon a farm house. There he stole some clothes that he modified to fit as best he could. Using a bucket of water he studied his reflection to retrain himself in the use of his glamour but it was hard and finally he decided close was close enough. Continuing to follow the road he eventually came upon the outskirts of bustling city. Here was a mix of the old cities he had known and the new devices of this age. Boxy shaped carriages called automobiles ruled the streets and gas lights had given way to electricity. He discovered that it was the year 1947 and the city was none other than New Orleans. He had heard of it but back then it was little more than a fur trading post. Now it was a wonder and Olwen knew that it was time to put aside his grief to try and live once again.
After a few decades of working on the levy systems Olwen had earned the money he needed to start his own business. Ot is a small specialty shop that makes statues and décor pieces of copper, brass and bronze. He loved the work he had seen when he first came to the city and wanted to use his metal working talents as a creator once again. As the years passed he made a good nitch for himself in the area and lives on the same property as his small shop, making enough money to live comfortably…well comfortably for a troll anyway.
