Troy Erskine
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Out of Character
Troy is Rue's headache of a creative endeavor.
In Character
Specifics
Full Name: Troy Comstock Erskine
Nickname(s): If you can shorten "Troy" decently, please let him know how
Species: Therianthrope (Chinchilla lanigera)
Birthdate: 23 August, 1976
Birthplace: Marseilles, Illinois, USA
Hometown: London, England
Currently Resides: Somewhere around Notting Hill
Family: Father Richard Erskine, deceased, mother Rebecca Comstock, also deceased
Sexuality: Bisexual, but straight-leaning
Relationship Status: Single
Schooling: St Benedict's School until age 12, London College
Occupation: Designer, FDC.
Detailed Information
Physical Description
Troy is very small – he's actually only five feet and nine inches tall, very lanky and light-built, as well. This actually helps him with the whole speedy thing, in fact. He has very, very long fingers. He's got medium-brown hair (if you want a fancy word, 'sienna' will do) and pale blue eyes.
He's also a were-chinchilla. Poor thing.
Personal Information
"On crack" is probably not a good enough estimate, and neither is "half Fabian Fitzwilliam and half Nolan Kelevra," but they're all apt. Troy is a wacky artist, that's for sure – he lives for his work just as much as his work lives for him. He is very, very social, and can be very, very sexual, if the setting is right. He's physical and playful and likes to tickle-torture people at times.
Troy's ability to create is pretty extensive – it's almost, but not quite, supernatural. He can make anything he imagines if it can be made. Every creation and every drawing is produced exactly as he sees it in his mind – accept no substitutes. In fact, if a jewel is cut off from his design even slightly, he will be peevish about it, too. This is why he works for FDC.
He also has perfect space-time awareness – in regard to the people he loves, Troy knows exactly where he is. In regard to landmarks, Troy can give you an exact distance. And Troy knows exactly. when. things. happened.
They're all just talents of his.
Backstory
Troy Comstock Erskine, a name a mouthful all in itself, was born on August 23rd, 1976 in Marseilles, Illinois, to Richard Erskine and Rebecca Comstock, both musicians. Rebecca Comstock also happened to be a lycanthrope, a chinchilla were, something that Richard was still getting used to when they had their first child.
They left for England on tour a year later; on the air trip over, both Rebecca and Richard ate some very bad fish and succumbed to serious food poisoning along with another half of the flight only a week after their arrival in London. Troy, therefore, got put where the abandoned child of a pair of artists would get placed – an orphanage.
England didn't have that many orphanages in 1978. One of the few left, and easily the best, was St Benedict's in a small Northumberland town called Blackburn, and that was where little Troy Erskine ended up.
Nobody adopted Troy Erskine.
But when he was nine, Troy met a man called Douglas Reinhart, and that, as they say, was when things got weird for Troy. His innate abilities as a creator had started showing very early; Troy was an absolutely brilliant artist, and could draw and in fact build just about anything he imagined. Dr Reinhart found that interesting, and had quite a bit to say to the orphanage about Troy. Apparently, he was a highly unsettled child due to the fact he'd never had proper parentage, and it was the doctor's opinion that he could have used quite a bit of supervision and talk therapy.
They, of course, consented.
St Benedict's listened to Douglas Reinhart, after all – they always had. After all, he'd helped so many of theirs.
Troy doesn't remember a lot of being ten.
In fact, most of eleven is a blur, too – of school and friends and therapy and lots and lots of drawing. Creating and being. That was all Troy really did.
When Troy was twelve, though, he got a chance to get away from the mundane blur that things had become, and always an impulsive personality, Troy ran. To call ages twelve to sixteen a blur, though, would be an overstatement. They're still hazy when he looks back on them, but 'blur' is certainly not the word.
More like 'difficult' is the word – Troy spent those years running, running, and running some more. He got out of Blackburn on the back of a truck, going for a fun ride until he hit Soho where he ran into all sorts of interesting people – bikers and prostitutes and hobos galore. From twelve to sixteen he lived as a pickpocket, and from twelve to fourteen he thought it was going to be hard.
At fourteen, though, Troy had an experience one might be able to easily term traumatic. Remember way back when Rebecca Comstock first came up? Remember how she was a lycanthrope?
Yeah.
At fourteen, Troy turned into a chinchilla.
It was definitely a traumatic experience, but it certainly made pickpocketing easier for the next two years – and at sixteen, that was when Troy met Rylee.
Rylee Danvers was an artist. A real, genuine artist, an art student at London College, who thought that Troy would make a wonderful art student too. Really, Rylee was quite in love with Troy, who she thought was the most inspiring creator she'd ever met.
Thanks to Rylee, Troy got into university. Troy was really, truly, going somewhere with his life, becoming a real creator, a real artist, and, as it turned out, a very brilliant jewel designer. He enjoyed working with metals and gems, cutting and shaping and drawing and designing and simply doing.
He and Rylee lived together and designed together and built together for the next ten years, just sort of being. And things were good. They were good, in fact, until Troy decided to propose.
Which meant telling Rylee the truth about him – not just that he had a perfect sense of space and time, or that he thought his power of creativity was stronger than his actual power of mind and he probably wasn't all that smart, but that he was vaguely lycanthropic.
And he showed her.
And Rylee Danvers, love of his life, threw Troy out.
He found The Fitzwilliam Diamond Company just two weeks later, and the rest is history – Troy wowed person after person with his designing ability until he got to meet Charles and Ruth Fitzwilliam themselves.
They liked him, too.
Enough so that now he's one of their top designers, even, and they invited him to their eldest daughter's wedding, even, and has a cushy job doing just that designing thing in London, living in a fancy flat in Regents Park and attempting to entirely forget that he lived on the streets until he was sixteen at all.
He's almost entirely forgotten Blackburn.
It's almost entirely worked, too.
Backstory: Simplified
American-born lycanthrope boy loses parents in airline food poisoning incident. Taken in by orphanage and Evil Doctor Mindfuck. Escapes, age 12. Shifts, age 14. Becomes Professionalish Artist, age 16. Loses girlfriend, age 25. Gets awesome job, age 26. Life is good!
