Vincent Wyndham's Links
Cousin. Soft-hearted Chauncey... god forbid I have to hear his soggy, pitiful sobs any longer. I really want this to be done so we can get back to normal, it's so difficult to have him out. He... he is like a brother to me, and one I didn't raise.
Oh, Cousin Vincent probably does not believe in the fairies of the moor any longer... I mustn't bother him with my silliness. It... is starting to feel as though we are even more different than I had initially thought. Where has he learned all those things..?
Cousin Wilfred would greatly dislike my music. Perhaps if the orchestra drowned out the screams? Sigh... he's the most uptight badger that I know, though that's not that high a bar with our forefathers deceased. He certainly will set it for some time.
Cousin. It appears that I may have misunderstood him, for now, when I look upon his art... I see the scrawlings of a madman. He has... fallen off of a cliff, somehow. Am... I to blame for this..? Uhg. Seeing him again has reminded me that he is a snarky little shit. I never knew he was so musically inclined, though.
Now I do believe that if there is a god up there, he is a right bastard for keeping us trapped in such an empty place. Somehow I don't know how the others keep their wits about them. I'll probably go my whole life without anyone ever understanding.
GREEN GREEN GREEN GREEN GREEN
I don't actually have a ship for him. I give him and Opal a 2/10.
Cousin, does not realize. I know Chester and Darcey had two kits. I believe that the grey one was killed by my father. I do believe that the truth would be too painful for Chauncey's soft heart to take, so I avoid speaking of it. ... Furby has a lot of energy. It is quite overwhelming. Her pelt bears resemblance to my uncle's, that may be why I feel so drained...
Cousin. Doesn't know of him, definitely considered she could have one or two.
Man that guy is skittish and has a fun hat!!
Mother. She was a good mother, had to take care of me alone, without my useless late father. She had to leave. I did wish she hadn't, but it must have been unbearable here. I was raised by my grandfather after that, unfortunately.
Son.
Aunt through marriage to my uncle. She escaped first, then I believe that she helped my mother out. What became of the two of them is unknown to us Wyndham men... no matter what Chester may have had you believe.
Nephew.
Father. He was not around all that much, to tell the truth. Now, if my suspicions are correct, he did throw a baby out, so I suppose I cannot really fault uncle Chester for lashing out, but I do wish that he had waited until Chauncey and I were not in audience.
Son. Our time together was short, but I did all I could to prepare him for the harsh reality of life.
Grandfather. He was a much needier little guy than he wanted the others to believe. Oh Vincent, do my nails, would you? Vincent, paint me a portrait. Vinceeennnt? I need someone to reorganize the closet. Uhg, it is exhausting on the bottom of the ladder.
Grandson. Since his mother decided to abandon him, I took it upon myself to oversee his upbringing. Under my instruction, he has become most useful in terms of caring for the grounds and performing other mundane tasks.
Grandmother. Walter told me that she and I had some shared interests, mainly playing the instruments. I am inclined to believe it, as it is hard to imagine resisting them. It is the only thing that keeps me sane, after all. Perhaps she felt the same...
Grandson, doesn't know him, but it is nice that he plays the instruments I held dear.
Uncle. Oh, sod off, Warwick. They looked down on me, I know it. It does not matter. Wilfred and I buried him in the garden after, you won't believe this, but, an elephant ran him and Chester over. So, needless to say, they cannot affect us any longer.
Nephew. Ha, looks like father has got himself a little helper, has he?
Uncle. I am going to be honest, I was terrified of uncle Chester. Him killing my father had me shaken a little, but it was the relentless pursuing of my mother, trespassing on my floor, throwing things, and bizarre ranting at me that had me nervous. He even... never mind. I was scared.
Nephew. I decided against killing him too, it would have upset Millicent. You look so much like her... but you are so very annoying!
Ah. Beet is a local DJ. We swap records and CDs sometimes, if I can bear the possibility that they might mistakenly scratch one of them up. They do not know my name or address. I cannot trust that they wouldn't turn up on our doorstep.
That weird guy with the green fur! I can't tell if he's trying to kill me with some of these tracks, or if he's like, mostly deaf of something. But hey, some of it's real good 'n it's nice to have a rotation. He's gone missing, but no one knows who he is, or was.
Cousin. I... know she meant no harm in the things she said, and it shouldn't hurt me so to hear them from a child, but... I feel tormented. Things were... starting to turn around, but then... Her mother is vehement that we will never be a normal family. I hope Karina can... manage to not be moulded by hate and fear of a nonexistent God.
Cousin. I've been told he's 'probably a warlock' or something??? I don't really think that makes any sense.
Swallowfur has a good head on her shoulders, nevermind how battered it may appear... She seems cautious of us, which may be for the best. I don't want to let anyone down, and this whole thing already feels selfish enough. I am teaching her to read and write, as apparently they do not have that where she is from. I hope it makes up somewhat for my burdensome nature.
The Wyndhams are a disturbing mystery to me. Chauncey has this innocence about him that Vincent doesn't. Not that I'm getting the impression that he's dangerous; quite the opposite actually. The longer I look... the more I see that he's probably been hurt by someone. He's teaching me to read and write, but my missing toe is making that tough.
He has a paternal disposition, but he's rather... warm about it. I have yet to see him get... particularly angry. I am not sure why, but it puts me at relative unease to think of it. He is very kind to us, but we are not actually close. I will never get the mental image of him with Wilfred un-burned from my poor retinas.
I'm a bit concerned about him. Poor fighting skills, poor hunting skills, what was his cousin thinking launching them over the ravine? We need to guide these boys, especially young Vincent here, and help them learn some survival skills while we're at this.
Ah, I actually quite appreciate Palmfoot's presence as it makes me look quite charming in comparison. That was not a jab, I am genuinely afraid of being left here. I must hand it to him, I do think I might have perished on the spot had I been the one to soil myself in front of everyone. All that being said, he has been proving himself to be unfit company regardless of all the charming positives I've listed. Apparently, he has grown attracted to me. This makes me very uncomfortable as I would never want to be with someone who enjoys kicking me in the ribs.
I'm pretty sure Vincent is what could be firmly labeled as a "kittypet" by the code. I don't recall this guy managing a catch during a hunt and the fighting lesson...
At least he's knowledgeable about some stuff and let us know about the economic stuff in the city. So he's not completely useless. The hat is stupid though.
I have a great deal of respect for Goldentoes, and feel rather unworthy of her presence, let alone patience. She has been very kind to help us, time and time again. This is at least the third time which she has saved my sorry hide. She has my back like no one else, and I cannot imagine why.
I feel a bit guilty about using Vincent and Chauncey. Sure, I might be helping their cable situation alongside our own mission, but despite what the others think, there is a plan. It sounded like their name was somehow important and the situation in general sounded like it could make us look "good" in the eyes of the city... With how unlucky Vincent seems to be though, I am very concerned on making sure he gets out of this mess as well.
Blue is an upstanding gentleman, not that I would be so bold as to say so unprompted. I had no idea what to do when I saw Shawn down there, but he took the simple and risky action of climbing down there to rescue him. He's one of the few who know of my past... issues, so I would have to consider him one of my 'closest friends,' sadly. I am terribly sorry about what happened with the rock, but that may not have been your best idea.
Honestly, I don't have a lot of opinions on this guy. Sorry, I guess? He seems really out of his element here and he hasn't seen the rest of us at our best. He probably thinks especially awful of me given how Palmfoot and I argue.
I am really not sure what to make of Brightpaw. She frequently insults me, but defends me diligently at other times, and asks me questions which I do not feel I should discuss with anyone, let alone a child. The others have not said much about it, and I have no frame of reference. I was relieved that she found friends her age in LeopardClan.
"I'm really sorry to say we're trauma-bonded now. We trauma-bound."
She has it out for me, I'm sure. Having to be shelved together at the hospital was a nightmare. I suppose it was better than being the only one who fell, but I may not have if she hadn't. Sigh... I am not convinced that she is wrong about me, though. I am pretty useless... she's softened a bit since I told her about my life. It... really must have been bad to earn me the pity of someone like Sumacspots, hm?
I'll admit it, I'm hard on him. He reminds me so much of Crabnose it makes me angry just thinking about it. He is too soft for this mission, he's going to get himself killed or worse someone else. I'm being rough not only cause I'm a bitch, but because if he doesn't toughen up, whats going to happen to him out here? What if he's alone? Just curl up and die? No, you can toughen up art boy, at least to survive for now. Also my apprentice has a weird attachment to him- which makes me kind of ... concerned? I'm not sure.
I will say he's good at some weird skills that aren't quite helpful for this but being able to draw is... begrudgingly impressive.
Grandmother, if you can refer to someone who has disowned you as such. I believe it valid, as my life has been shaped by her choices. It was on her word that I was born, and she has the gall to reject me. All to spite my mother, to whom she owed all the love in the world. How wretched for a parent to treat their child that way...
Grandson...
Grandfather. He has been dead since before I was born. Mother didn't have much of him to recall, but I can't imagine he was a saint, given he married Constance. We suspect, based on his rare genetic condition, his mysterious biological father may have been a SplashClanner. Go figure. The lot of us, Warrior cats. Imagine!
Grandson
Aunt. It was on sight with her. The Wyndham men were brutes, but they at least knew how to treat a guest. Now you can call me old fashioned, but a greeting is often the standard when meeting a new person! If only that were the worst of it too. Disrespecting Goldentoes... the absolute nerve...
Nephew
Uncle. I did see him, briefly. Did not say a word, which I suppose is fine by me. Better than assaulting me in the hall, which is standard fare for my older family members. He has bigger things to worry about than me. Have you remembered to pray today?
Nephew
Uncle. My mother preferred him to their other siblings. Of course he's the one who's passed already. Well. He knew where we lived, if he wanted to visit, he had plenty of time back then, I'm sure. The more sane family members see him with rosey tint, but the bar is pretty low.
Nephew