This week we should be celebrating the 9th birthday of my son.
Instead we are celebrating the 9th anniversary since his murder.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called "Claire", a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself "Kendra", and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.
On top of that, they have also taken to harassing the baby's father, a disfigured, homeless, WW2 veteran, whom they call "Etoile". They spread hateful rumours about him claiming he is a cryptid, a demon, or most often what they term "an amphibious alien". He lives in pine branch lean-toos he builds in Old Orchard Beach and Ocean Park, and they have been hunting the locations of them, tearing them down, and smashing up his belongings.
April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.
September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw's, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all", one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour's shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female "transgender terrorist" (they thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).
June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a chopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond "Claire" woman was screaming "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!" while the redhead screamed "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn the shine!" They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.
November 21, 2021: They shot "Etiole" in Biddeford, while he was staying at the tent-shanty-village with about 50 other homeless people along the Saco River in Biddeford. They made the claim he was a "suicide demon" citing that he was driving locals to suicide by putting "evil eye curses" on them.
These people murdered my baby, attempted to murder the baby's father, drove a backhoe over our house, and left me crippled for the rest of my life in their attempt to murder me.
I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I've not seen them outside of these attacks. The police and FBI believe I was not the intended target, and that they were likely after my mother because of posts she makes on FaceBook and got us mixed up. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.
These people who show up to vandalize, while they scream about aliens and demons and Etiole, prove how retarded they are by their own words.
Why?
Because only a retarded person believes in aliens.
Because only a retarded person believes in ufos.
Because only a retarded person believes in demons.
Because only a retarded person believes in ghosts.
Because only a retarded person believes in haunted cars.
Because only a retarded person believes in demon possessed cars.
Because only a retarded person believes in alien abduction.
The inbred insect locals of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine are too damned retarded to know how much of a fool they make themselves look when they run around calling my cars demon possessed, calling my husband an alien, and calling me an alien abductee.
More Info @ eelkat.com
Long detailed info on the over 200 attacks they have done between June 2001 and May 2022, including photos of them driving a backhoe over our house on August 8, 2013 and the details of the malicious "amphibious alien" rumour they have been spreading about a local homeless disabled veteran @
https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Images:
July 4th 2013: my car in front of my house.
August 8, 2013: me getting home from work to find a backhoe sitting on top of my house.
The FBI already found the people with the backhoe incident, and learned that the backhoe driver was paid $600 and given a fake demolition paper, the paper stating one of my relatives (the one who paid him the $600) owned my land. The backhoe driver was unaware that the man he was dealing with was not the owner. I have lived at 146 Portland Ave since 1975 and have owned the land since 1983, it has never been owned by anyone else, even though we have now learned that both my mother and my father and 3 of my uncles had been actively going around Old Orchard Beach claiming they owned my land.
This happened 3 months before my son was murdered and the police and FBI believe my son was murdered BECAUSE of this picture being posted on FaceBook, and my mother making inciting/inflammatory posts about it on HER FaceBook, where she falsely accused me of being a witch. The FBI and OOB police believe the golf club wielding woman of November 14, 2013, is somehow connected to the backhoe driving over my house incident.
Since the murder, 3 other different backhoes have invading my land to dig up my yard, looking for the grave of my son. There is a family cemetery on my land, the stones dating mostly in the 1500s and 1600s, with a few from the past hundred years, the most recent being my son in 2013. 146 Portland Ave has belonged to my family since 1530, and I inherited it in 1983 from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. The most recent backhoe attack happened September 19, 2020, when they illegally cut down several trees in my yard, and started construction of a road through my yard between my pink 1975 Dodge Sportsman motorhome and BackElder Brooke, again the backhoe digging up and destroying large portions of my farm, in their search for my murdered son's grave. They dug up 16 of the graves in this attack.
We have had to remove the grave markers from the family grave in order to stop these vandals and their illegally trespassing construction equipment from destroying the graves.
The FBI believes these construction crews are being hired by the golf club wielding women, and believe she is trying to destroy the grave of my son, due to a fear of his golf club smashed skull being used as court evidence against her.
The most recent attacks by these people occurred November 21, 2021 and March 27, 2022 when they attacked my painted Volvo while it was parked at my dad's apartment in Biddeford, both times the vandals also cut all the wires to electricity, internet, and cable off the apartment building, effecting all 9 families living there.
The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments as well as the Portland FBI are seeking any information regarding any and all of these attacks on my family, my home, my land, or my cars.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
And no... to those who asked... the FBI is not looking for info on the 4-door white truck driver... the FBI has ALREADY ARRESTED the driver and owner of the 4-door white truck - 2 different people. The 4-door white truck was owned by Old Orchard Beach Town Hall clerk and Old Orchard Beach Police Department Dispather Kathy Smith, Relief Society President of the Saco Ward of the Agusta Stake Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Her son was the driver. They were both arrested and sentenced in 2017, and were also both excommunicated from the Mormon church as a result of their MANY hate crimes, which included but were not limited to the 4 door white truck attacks of 2013 to 2016.
Yes. A LOT of arrests have already been made. Do keep in mind the April 10, 2015 attack involved 74 people who were wearing Ku Klux Klan style white robes and pillow cases over their heads (which is how you can tell they were not real, actual Ku Klux Klan members as the REAL Ku Klux Klan wear miters on their heads, NOT pillow cases). There are in total MORE THEN 74 people actively being hunted down by twenty-one different Maine police departments, the Maine state police, the Florida State police, the Connecticut State police, and the FBI.
Since the backhoe attack of August 8, 2013, there have been a whooping 24 arrests JUST IN TWO CHURCHES:
The Saco Ward of the Augusta Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
and
The Sanford Ward of the Exeter Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints.
There have been additional arrests at the following three churches which all have the same owner:
Grace Point in Biddeford
New Life (aka That Church in front of WalMart) in Biddeford
and
Curtis Lake Church in Sanford
Due to the alarmingly high rate of arrests and prison sentences made at these 5 churches, the police and FBI have focused the bulk of their investigation on all members of these five congregations, with the bulk of the investigation being on the two Mormon churches and all friends, family, and relatives of the members of those five churches, as it is believed that ALL people involved in the murder and 20+ years of harassment of my family, are all members of these 5 churches and or friends, family, and relatives of these five churches.
To date, 64 of the 74 suspected white hood wearers of April 10, 2015, have commit suidice, four of which when killing themselves, also killed 5 or more members of their families with them at the same time. One of them was Old Orchard Beach Police officer Bruce Savoy, who killed his entire family and then himself.
The police and FBI believe there is a suicide pact between the 74 attackers who arrived April 10, 2015 on my farm at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... as 64 of them have now commit suicide, between 2015 and 2023.
Additionally, Agent Andy Drewer was NOT the original FBI agent heading the case. Laura was. FBI agent Laura was murdered February 6, 2021, during her attempt to arrest a murder suspect who was in Florida at the time he murdered her. So in addition to murdering my son, these people have now also murdered an FBI agent.
People around local, seem to forget that what happened April 10, 2015, was not some local hick beating up one person... this was a large PREMEDITATIED ORGANIZED EVENT which drew in a CROWD of WELL OVER ONE HUNDRED PEOPLE to activly participate in beating to deth and beheading ten children, the oldest being aged 16 and the youngest being aged just 4 years old.
What the people of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine did was monstrous on levels of extreemes.
And then when the FBI agents tried to arrest these people, they ganged up again on February 6, 2021 and murdered, not one, but THREE FBI agents.
This is an organized terrorist group that is activly killing people here in Maine.... and this Claire woman that murdered my baby, the one the FBI believes is the ring leader who has been organizing these events.... and when I say events... I was NOT the first family attacked.
According to the FBI, the April 10, 2015 attack was the ELEVENTH such attack to happen on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine since June 2001.
And since the April 10, 2015 attack on my family, this VERY LARGE hate group has repeated this even seven more times, to seven more families all on just one street, all on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... in total, this extremist fanatical Christian hate group has murdered more then 120 CHILDREN, just on our one street alone.
And in every case, the grand of white hood wearers was chanting the same mantra: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach, kill or be killed, remember Saco Shaws".
This terrorist group is murdering anyone on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, whom they believe of being gay or transgender, whether or not they are gay or transgender.
These people are beyond evil. And this Claire woman is their leader, and she's the one the FBI wants.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
I have a weird text message… from the woman, a relative who looks enough like me to pass for my twin…from the women, who keeps pretending to be me, the one who lat Aprile pretended to be me and tried to sell my land, the one who in 2007 pretended to be me and hired a guy with a backhoe to dig holes in my land under the guise of putting in a septic system that I never ordered… the woman who in 2013 hired the same back hoe to drive over my house…
the woman the FBI suspects of being the one who hired the golf club woman also in 2013 to cripple me nd murder my baby… the same woman who was in my yard April 10, 2015 again pretending to be me when she locked her cats in my motorhome, the same woman who took out 27 credit cards in my name and ran them each up to $20k max, me, who’s never had a credit card in my life because I can’t count or do math so also can’t do money or numbers, …. The same woman who creates several online accounts pretending to be me on those… that woman… just sent me a text message, wants me to go with her to Bug Light lighthouse tomorrow…
Uhm… Bug Light lighthouse art studio is where I was November 14, 2013, when the Claire and Kendra women broke my spine with a gold club… so, why does this woman who has a 50 year history of impersonating me… the woman who convinced half of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford that she owned my land, and has half the locals convinced that SHE and not ME, is me… she, suddenly wants me to met with her at the exact location where the blond Claire and red haired Kendra women - whom the FBI are still trying to find out the identity of - crippled me 9 years ago… and she won’t tell me why.
Well, at the moment I am recovering from, a broken pelvis, so, I can’t get out of bed, I haven’t been able to get out of bed since December, it’s not February. So, even if I would meet up with her, which I wouldn’t, right now, I can’t anyways.
She’s an Atwater… yes, the sister of Bruce Atwater… you remember him, he’s the one who was a member of Heaven’s Gate, and is so obsessed with aliens, that he and her, she helped him by pretending to be me, yet again… went around with the whole “amphibious aliens” rumors, making the claim I was abducted by aliens, calling my husband Ben Wildes, an aliens, dubbing him Etiole… he is by the way, the guy you see walking my dog with me in Biddeford… so, yeah you locals have met and talked to “Etiole” quite frequently, he attends the Saco Ward Church or Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and spent 48 years as the High Preist Quarum Leader of the Sandford Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of atter Day saists, he left the Mormon church in May 2015, after our children were murdered… thhey were kidnapped April 10, 2015, the same day the impersonator bitch locked her ten cats in my motorhome and tried to pretend they were mine, called the police, the police, Will Watson specifically, took her cats, and did not arrest me, because, they weren’t my cats… then she spent the past 9 years running around saying they were my cats and because it happened the same day, she also tries to convince people that mychildren never existed and that her cats are my children… what the fuck? She’s a raving lunatic.
She’s the one who who runs around screaming “Mark and Dan this and Mark and Dan that” and I don’t know who the fuck her Mark or her Dan are, however, the psychotic gun totoing white haired man with a green pickup truck, regularly arrives in my driveway to yell at me a, claiming he’s Mark, while saying I’m deframing him, and I don’t know who the hell he is… but apparently, he’s the Mark she keeps talking about, and she’s fighting with him while claiming to be me, so now, he’s mad at me because of something she said, but I don’t even know who the hell he is or what he’s talking about.
This is the same woman who ran around cutting the internet and electric wires off my Biddeford apartment building in 2021, while screaming about Tod Murphy, and I still don’t know who Todd Muruphrey is yet… except she and her friends claim he was hit by an Amtrak train Nov 21, 2021 at 10PM, and you can check the police records, no one was hit by a train that day… However, as you all saw on my dog walking livestream on Nov 19, 2021 at 6:27pm, 4 women on bikes chased a homeless man on the the freight train tracks a quarter mile away from the Amtrak train tracks… I have it on video and I’m the one who called the police. Apparently, that’s the train accident she was talking about, be she had all the dates and times and names wrong, AND, for a full 8 months after that, I had to deal with her Atwater hoodlums and their friend vandalizing my car… they did more then $10k in damages, which yes, that why I don’t have my car again, in case you hadn’t noticed a 40 year old antique car is rather difficult to find parts for.
This woman… the one who does all of these things… oh yeah, by the way, you remember the woman who cut my 1964 Dodge 330 in half on May 9, 2010… yeah… same damn woman… and the same woman who took a fucking sledge hammer to my 1974 AMC Gremlin… that woman, the same one woman who has done ALL of these things… just sent me a text, wanting me to meet her at Bug Light lighthouse, where her Claire and Kendra buddies crippled me and murdered my baby 9 years ago.
No!
Fucking no!
Why can’t this bitch leave me and my family alone!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER!!!
Bug Light? Really? The location where my baby was murdered and I was left crippled for the rest of my life?
Really. She wants me to meet her at Bug Light Lighthouse.
Why?
I don't know.
She won't tell me. It's all a big secret.
Everything's always a big secret with the Atwaters. Because everything has to be a secret with criminals. If their crimes get found out, they end up in jail. That's how criminal thugs operate. In secret. So she she can't do anything without it being some big grand secret.
Why do you want me to meet you at BugLight, the lcation where my baby was murdered?
It's a secret, I can't tell you, you just have to come and find out.
No.
For one thing my car is not here, because oh, fucking Atwater scum bags vandalized it.
For another thing, I have a broken pelvis, I have been able to get out of bed since a week before Christmas 2022.
This is the 3rd time my pelvis has rebroken, since it was originally broken by the golf club weilding Claire bitch at... oh, BugLight lighthouse!
This is the same woman and her Mark simp from the day the police showed up at my Biddeford apartment to ask:
Police: "You're EelKat, right?"
Me: "No, that's what people call me though. EelKats a fictional character from my books."
Police: "This is Biddeford, right?"
Me: "Uhm? Yeah?"
Police: "And I'm standing here in Biddeford right now, talking to you, right?"
Me: "Uhm? Yeah?"
Officer starts talking in his phone to officers Will and Robby of Old Orchard Beach Police Department: "Yeah, she's right here with me, I'm talking to her right now. Got her Autism car here and everything."
Will and Robbie: "Yeah, that's what I been saying. This isn't her."
Me: "What's going on?"
Police: "Wolfboy is trespassing on your property again…"
Me: "Wolfboy? Who's Wolfboy?"
Police: "Mark. We call him Wolfboy. He calls 911 a few dozen times a day. Constant false complaints about every one. Boy who cries wolf you know."
Me: "Who's Mark? I don't know anyone named Mark."
Police: "Town busy body. Gossips and complains about every one. He's a real pain in the ass. Pardon my French. Can't leave anyone alone."
Me: "Why is he in my yard?"
Police: "Citizens arrest. Says he's arresting you."
Me: "Me?"
Police: "Yeah. He's got some bogus court documents that say you are not allowed on your own property because you're gay."
Me: "I'm gay? How am I gay?"
Police: "Yeah. Well Wolfboy thinks everybody is gay. He's waiting for the gaypocalypse, you know?"
Me: "What's the gaypocalypse?"
Police: "He thinks us guys are going to mass murder all the Christians. We have to deal with his fake 911 calls reporting us gaaaaaayz all the time."
Me: "I take it you're gay?"
Police: "Ahyap, several of us on the department. We don't like jerks like Wolfboy. He harasses people like you all the time."
Me: "Like me?"
Police: "Disabled. He targets disabled women. Thinks it makes him a man. You might not remember me. I was the one who came with the ambulance. You know? I knew you were laid up in bed here and couldn't be in Old Orchard right now, seeing how you can't walk, let alone drive."
Me: "And you said he's in my yard right now?"
Police: "Yep. He says you hired him to dig a septic tank."
Me: "I what?"
Police: "Yeah, we know. We checked. It wasn't you. We got this woman who's impersonating you. She's the one he's trying to arrest right now. She hired him to dig a hole in your front lawn. She says she's EelKat. That's why I'm here, to make sure you are here in Biddeford and not in Old Orchard Beach, right now. Buddy Will and Robbie are dealing with it."
Me: "Why is there anyone in my yard? There should never be anyone in my yard!"
Police: "Yep, we know. Wolfboy and crew do this sort of thing every day. You have no idea how often we have to deal with his crew of chronic 911 false report complainers. Whole family's crazy."
Me: "So, you're telling me there are two people in Old Orchard, right now, on my land, fighting over my land, and one of them is claiming to be me?"
Police: "Yeah, that's the deal."
Me: "He says I hired him to build a septic tank?"
Police: "Yep."
Me: "Do I look like I can afford to have a septic tank built? I have twenty million in medical bills. I can't even walk! What would I even do with a septic system, my bladder and intestines don't work, I wear adult diapers because I can't even use a toilet! Why would I of all people have a septic tank put in?"
Police: "Yeah. I know. I don't think Wolfboy and crew know how crippled you are. That's why we knew whoever he had in your yard, wasn't you. I also, don't think he's ever met you. We showed him a picture of you, and he swears that it wasn't you. We showed him a picture of *name removed* and he says that's you."
Me: "She's not me."
Police: "We know."
Me: "She's been after my land for decades. Was trying to get it aways from Grammy Helen, before I inherited it."
Police: "Oh, we know. Police reports from your Helen Ricker go all the way back to the 60s. They been after the Ricker farm since before you was born. Wolfboy's bitten off more than he can chew this time. He don't know who he's dealing with. He never should have gotten messed up with the Bacon Street Gang."
Me: "Bacon Street Gang?"
Police: "Ahyep. That's who Wolfboy has got tangled up with."
Me: "Who's the Bacon Street Gang?"
Police: "A gang. Think of them as kind of like the local Mafia, only worse. Most of them are doing time for murder. A few of them are out now. I don't think Wolfboy knows that's who he's dealing with any more than he knows who you are. He wouldn't be down there right now claiming she's you if he'd ever actually met you face to face."
That woman and that Mark, are the ones behind most of the rumors and misinformation spread about me.
The woman I know. She's a relative, with a long list of mental health problems.
Her Mark buddy, that the local police call Wolfboy, I don't know. I've never seen him. Never met him as far as I know. Obviously he's some friend of hers, probably one of her exs as she has a lot of them. She's got a bad reputation for slutting around with married men and breaking up families.
But all these wild alien abduction, transgender, ufo, nutcase rumors that get spread about me, whenever I ask "Who told you that lie?" They always say it came from her, my Uncle Bruce, or some guy named Mark.
And clearly this Mark guy is talking about her, but he uses MY name when he does it, because he's convinced she is Me. It's incredibly obvious this Mark guy has never met me and has no clue he's being scammed by her. But it is incredibly annoying because, I'm the one who is crippled for the rest of my life because some blonde bitch named Claire beat me up with a golf club at Southern Maine Community College Bug Light Art Studio on November 14, 2013, while screaming "Kill or be killed, gotta kill the transvestite freaks before they kill us all!" I was 8 months pregnant. That mystery Claire bitch not only left me crippled, she also murdered my baby. Why? Because this mystery Mark guy runs around calling me transgender and gay even though I'm not trans or gay. And he's only doing that because this nut job Atwater woman who pretends to be me, is after my land, so she runs around doing crazy ass shit while pretending to be me, in order to start the crazy ass rumors in the first place!
This Claire woman is the one the FBI is looking for information on. Because no one knows who the hell she is. She's just some random nut job who clawed out of the woodwork and showed up at college one day to attack me and kill me baby, while screaming utter insanity. The guy with her called her Claire, beyond that we've no clue who she is.
This Claire woman is the one wanted for murder, agitated assault, and owes me $20million in medical bills. If she's ever identified, she's also got life in prison for murder to look forward to.
No, I can not identify her: I am blind.
Did you forget I am blind? I've been blind my whole life.
I am legally blind. I can not see faces, not even if you are close to me. I can not make out the colour of skin because there is so little variation in colour from light to dark. I can only identify the attackers by their hair colour, because I am blind and can no see their faces. That is why I do not know who these people are. I'm blind. I've been blind since I was 8 years old. I can only identify people by their scent and the sound of their voice. Yes, the golf club woman attacked a blind pregnant women, and the FBI needs help to identify her because, I'm blind, I can only id her by the sound of her voice, and I've only encountered her twice...
November 14, 2013 when she crippled me with a golf club and murdered my babyat SMCC, and June 26, 2016 when she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarboror WalMart, she drove away in a gold volvo station wagon. The first time 2 people were with her and they called her Claire. The 2nd time only the red haired woman was with her, and she was screaming "My name is Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine!"
I do not know what the faces of wither the blond Claire who drove a gold volvo wagon or the redhair Kendra Silvermander are because I'm blind... I can see exactly 8 inches from my nose, I can't even see the ground to see my own feet. That's why the FBI is in need of witnesses to come forward and identify the 2 women who murdered my baby.
I'm blind, I don't know what they look like, I only know them by their voices.
If you have any information, about the Claire bitch who murdered my baby at BugLight Lighthouse on November 14, 2013, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
I am severely disabled. I have been since November 14, 2013. I was paralyzed for 5 months. It took me 18 months to get out of a wheelchair. It's been 9 years and I'm still using a cane and walker to get around, but, after standing and walking for an hour or two, I collapse and have to be carried back to bed, where I end up staying for days, sometimes weeks, before I can attempt to stand up again.
And since that happened, there have been a lot of local rumores.
Plastic surgery reconstructed my face, but I noticeably don't look the same as I did for 40 years prior to becoming disabled. And this has led to a lot of local rumors... people call me a demon, or demon possessed, or an alien, or say I was abducted by aliens and that's why I look different.
Welcome to Maine, where the average person believes aliens and demons are real, and think nothing of driving a backhoe over my house, because im just a demon who deserves it, they vandalized my car repeatedly every few months I who am already disabled and severe difficultly getting out and to the store, have even less ability to get out when my car is in the shop for repairs months to a time, multiple times a year.
This is the reality of how we horrifyingly disabled people are treated, at least here in Maine.
Being attacked in the college parking lot by 3 strangers with golf clubs is what dramatically changed my appearance. Doctors, plastic surgeons, rebuilt my face as best as they could, and they did a very good job all things considering. My vertebrae are broken in such a way that my spinal column is severed and so I have almost no use of my left hand and arm, I have no control over my bladder or intestines so have to wear adult diapers. And Doctors can't operate on this injury because there is an 80% chance of me becoming paralyzed from the neck down if they even attempt surgery.
I have been sent to the top neurological surgeons in America and they've all said, they wouldn't dare take the risk of doing the surgery.
I have been 9 years, actively studying everything I can find on the subject of spine surgery. I follow every medical journal, hanging on every update, watching and waiting for the day, when surgery advances to the point that it is an option for me.
Interestingly, as a side effect of this, I started reading and watching Horror genre, something I did not previously do. Things like The Island of Dr Moreau have become my favorite books and movies. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it is because I can identify with the characters who have those radical body changing surgeries in those books and movies.
In short, I have become fully obsessed with studying all aspects of radical surgery, both real and fictional, in some sort of hope of finding, something, anything, that will help me walk again.
THIS is what this Claire woman with the gold Volvo station wagon did November 14, 2013... and made worse when she attacked the second time June 26, 2016.
The Claire woman with the gold Volvo station wagon, not only murdered my son, she completely destroyed my life, my health, my ability to function on even the most basic levels.
I can't walk, my baby is dead, there's a giant fucking hole in my yard that looks like a Moon crater, and I'm homeless because a fucking backhoe drove over my house.
And because I was paralyzed for 5 months, and spent 18 months relearning to walk, and still can't walk on my own now 9 years later, I also have $20million in medical bills, which is why I can't afford to rebuild my house.
In the meantime, some jackass with a green dump truck that has a black and silver striped nose, dumped hundreds of loads of garbage, actual literal black bags of garbage that he stole from the town dump, and dumped them in my yard. Do you know how much garbage he dumped in my yard? It was one hundred and seventy three feet long, thirty feet wide, and twelve feet tall… yes, the pile of garbage was 173 feet long, 30 feet wide, and 12 feet tall… and it cost me $12k March 2015 to have a garbage company come in and haul it away.
What the fuck?
And you know what the police said? They think this woman and her Mark buddy are having a fuel, but because she's convinced him that she is me, and he's never seen me, so he doesn't know she's not me, that the police think, he's the one doing all the harassing of me and my family, but he thinks he's harassing her and her family and doesn't know he's harassing the wrong people, because she gave him my address as her address.
So, I'm being harassed by some guy who is a total stranger to me, because he's mad at some psycho bitch who was pretending to be me.
And because of all this, I'm crippled for the rest of my life, my baby is dead, a backhoe drove over my house, and then on April 10, 2015 my 10 foster children were kidnapped, and then on May 15, 2025 there heads were nailed to the door of my big pink motor home. So, now not only am I homeless and crippled, but my family has been murdered as well, all because some bitch impersonated me spreading weird ass alien abduction lies, weird as transgender lies, and weird ass gay lies about me, because for some reason she thought that would get her my land, and in doing so, she passed off some guy who went psycho serial killer on me, while thinking he was attacking her.
Yeah.
And so, two criminal ass thugs are funding with each other, and now I'm homeless and crippled and my family is dead, and the FBI is here now, and according to them, me and my family was never the target, me and my family got attacked by mistake because at the start of all this, some ufo nut, thought it would be funny to impersonate me and try to make it look like I believed in aliens, because this whole thing started because of some phoney ass alien abduction ufo haunted car hoax started by my uncle Bruce back in the 1990s, because he was mad, that Stephen King filmed The Thinner movie on my land, and my uncle Bruce was mad that he didn't get to be in The Thinner movie.
All of this started because Stephen King filmed a movie in my yard almost 50 years ago, and an uncle of mine was jealous, so he had his sister, pretend to be me to start some crazy ass alien abduction rumors, her running around claiming she was me while claiming to be abducted by aliens, while dubbing my husband as "etiole" and "amphibious alien", because in their minds that was some kind of revenge porn for not being in a Stephen King movie, and they've spent almost 40 years running with their alien abduction hoax, adding more and more to it all time time, including to start calling me a transvestite... and then, these people who used to live in Utah, my uncle and his sister, come back here to Maine to run around spreading the alien and trans rumour on a local level around Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, because, I have no ide why... they are just pure evil, and evil things like this are what hate filled evil people do.
Jealousy and hate. That's what fuels her. Pure raw jealousy and hate.
And my family is dead, my house is gone, and I'm crippled, all because some uncle of mine, whom I never even knew before any of this started, wanted to be in a Stephen King movie, and wasn't in a Stephen King movie and for some reason that was justification for all of this.
I don't get it.
The Atwaters are just hate filled, evil scum. You can't do something like this and be anything OTHER than pure evil scum.
Buglight lighthouse is where my baby was murdered on November 14, 2013 by the Kendra Silvermander and Claire bitch duo... why would I want to go there?
What the hell is she even thinking?
Every one who knows me knows my baby was murdered at Buglight lighthouse the beach behind the art studio at Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, on November 14, 2013, the same event that left me crippled for the rest of my life.
So why in the hell would anyone dare ask me to meet them at fucking Buglight lighthouse?
How much more evil can you be?
Update: February 19, 2023
??? Weird. ...
So, I just got a flurry of weird text messages… about FabeBook posts? I’ve not seen said posts, so I don’t know exactly what they says, but I’ll respond to the text messages about said posts:
ONE... who is in my yard? It's certainly not me, I broke my pelvis a week before Christmas and haven't been out of bed in 3 months. There should never be anyone in either of my yards, not the one in Biddeford nor the one in Old Orchard...
TWO... when did my cousin Danny die? First I heard of it. Last I knew he was living on a farm up by Heath road in Saco. I haven't seen him since a few years before the grease fryer bomb blew up my house, that happened on October 16, 2006... so it was sometime before 2004 last time I saw Danny. Didn't know he died. That's sad. I liked Danny. He was one of the few good Atwaters...
Three, uhm, what garden? My land in Old Orchard is bare ledge. Not even any soil to plant anything in. It's been that way for nine years. When the backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013, it also came in with a green dumptruck and strip mined my land, they stole all of my roses, apple trees, grapes, blueberries, and flowers, and took all the top soil down to over six feet deep, strip mined my farm down to bare shale and granite. It would cost over $three-million dollars to buy new top soil to replace what the vandals stole, and I don't have that kind of money, so I've not had a garden since, no vegetables, no flowers, nothing, can't plant anything on bare ledge....
so, yeah, weird, this latest rumor, which states I stole something from Danny's grave to put in my garden. Seeing how, I didn't even know Danny died and I also don't have a garden.
........... Update February 22, 2023
So, because I didn't know Danny died, people have started sending me these long lists of Atwaters whom have died since 2015... apparently there are well over 30 - thirty - dead Atwaters, none of whom I knew had died, and many of whom, I never even heard their names before. I'm told they are largely from the Utah division of the Scottish Traveller clans. But I did notice, half of the original twelve are dead? Is that true? No one told me any of this. I had no clue. It says here that uncle Peter and his wife, Bobby's wife Cathy, and even my uncle Brucie are all dead? When did all this happen and why did no one tell me? There a bunch of cousins, second cousins, and thrid cousins on the list too, but I've never heard any of their names before I have no clue who any of them are.
There also seems to be some weird thing where they are saying no one ever told them my son was murdered November 14, 2013... my mother, my father, my step father Wade, aunt Barbara, uncle Dickie, uncle Brucie, cousin Danny, and Danny's wife Amanda all knew about this. Barbara showed up at the hospital and tried to get me to join her in some stupid ass medical scam she said she was running via her EMT job, she wanted me to be some poster child for some medical scam website she was running, she said she could get more money if she had a real cripple on her website. Dickie and Brucie were both at my Water St apartment the night it happened and they were mad that the police showed up to question my family and found them there with my daddy and some private detective, I don't know who the private detective was... according to the FBI agent in charge of the murder investigation, my dad hired the private detective to trail my mother and her then husband Wade, and Dickie and Brucie were helping my father with that.
Barbara, Dickie, and Brucie were all at the hospital November 2013, when I was paralyzed.
Barbara knew I was in a wheelchair, because in 2014, at Saco Shaw's, she stopped to talk to me, while I was shopping and in the wheelchair.
I'm also being told most of them are claiming they didn't know a backhoe drove over my house. Uncle Joey in Australia, not only knew about the backhoe driving over my house, by the FBI has copies of the $600 wire he sent to the backhoe driver. My father is the one who forged the demolition permits, with some guy named Dan who I never heard of before.
Also, you remember Barbara's ex Paul Martal... do you know what he's in prison for? FBI arrested him in 2016, for not one, but many bombs that he built, including the bomb that blew up my house October 16, 2006 and wait for it... the Boston Marathon bomb in 2013, he built it and sold it to ISIS.
The Atwaters claiming they know nothing of the 2006 bomb, is a lie, considering the FBI arrested some of them for it.
The Atwaters claiming they knew nothing of the backhoe driving over my house August 8, 2013, that replaced the bombed house, is a lie, because because Joey is the one how organized and funded it and he's going to straight to prison if he ever sets foot in America again, the FBI is ready to arrest him the moment he sets foot outside of Austraila. They have uncovered all the evidence they need to do so.
Barbara posted the message on my FaceBook wall: "The next head nailed to a door will be yours", she posted that message May 14, 2015... the DAY BEFORE my foster children's heads were nailed to the door of my motorhome. I didn't know she posted that message... the FBI agent, had screenshots of it that he had made, he showed them to me in June 2016... I didn't know she had posted that on my wall.
Yvonne and Shem, posted on my FaceBook wall more then two hundred pictures of themselves holding various guns, and on every post they wrote the words: "This is the gun I'm going to kill you with." Again, I did not see the posts, because I was in the hospital, paralized, I was paralyzed 5 months, I was 18 month relearning to walk... I've been bedridden for the last 9 - NINE - years... I found out about the death threats Shem and Yvonne were posting when an FBI agent, the one, who is now dead. Larua, she was murdered February 6, 2021... arrived, at my 6x8 tarp that I was living under in my yard... she arrived, with a huge stack of printed out screenshots of death threats posted by them, along with 27 FaceBook accounts all owned by Brucie, most of them using variations of Doris's name... all 29 of those accounts spent the entire of 2014, 2015, and 2016 DAILY posting death threats on my FaceBook wall, and often mentioned the November 14, 2013 murder of my son, the August 8, 2013 backhoe, and the April 10, 2015 SWAT team... the SWAT team being something I never mentioned online... also... the police department is in search of a VERY UNIQUE murder weapon that was used in the May 15, 2015 beheadings, and the crackhead Camilla, the cocaine dealer for the Bacon Street Gang, who is an Atwater, has been since October 2021 showing up on my Biddeford front porch to gibber about... that murder weapon... the police and the FBI never released to the public what the murder weapon was, because it is a VERY UNIQUE one of a kind hand made item. And yet, MANY of the Atwaters... 23 of them, showed up in my Biddeford driveway January 8, 2021 to gibber about that murder weapon while also chanting "God-King-Trump".
January 15, 2021, a few days later, the fbi shows up with half the fucking plice department, here at my biddeford apartment, said they followed lucy and barbara up here from some attack on the president in washington dc and wanted to know if U'd seen them? what the fuck? I have no clue. I've not see Lucy since 1994 and I've not seen Barbara since 2013 the day she tried to get me to join her weird medical scam plot. But according to the FBI... they were watching my Twith livestream tht day, so they saw the "God King Trump" chanters, as did all of my viewers, I was live and my webcam faces the driveway window so, they were chanting "God-king-trump" on my Twitch livestream... according to the FBI, those 23 people were Lucy's crew and the had stolen stuff from the White House, and were carrying the stolen white house stuff while chanting in my driveway... the FBI wanted to know if I recgonined any of them, and I didn't, the FBI had tons of pictures of them, and I don't know who any of them were... but according to the FBI, they are the adult children of several of my cousins, via Lucy and Barbara's kids. What the hell?
I am so sick and tired of the FBI showing up here and questioning me every few weeks, because of some fucking ass shit Barbaras family is doing, when I don't even know Barbara's family! I haven't babysat for her kids since I was 12 years old and that was fifty fucking years ago!
Tell me, how do so many Atwaters have inside information about the murder weapon that was used to behead my ten foster children on May 15, 2015... when those police records are sealed, were classified by the FBI, and only me, 6 FBI agents, 3 police officers, and of course the murderer, know what the murder weapon was?
I don't know who contacted the FBI... it wasn't me. I assume is was police officer Will Watson as he was the original head of the police investigation. And yet, I have many THOUSANDS of hate emails, hate snail mail letters - hand written and signed by Atwaters, accusing me of sending the FBI to "snoop in on them" as they put it. Good god! The FBI is over here interigating me 2 or 3 times a fucking month! The Atwaters act like they are the only ones who have to deal with FBI agents hanging around all the time! At least with me the FBI are here trying to help solve a crime, not interigating me of being a criminal... my fucking son was murdered! Atwaters bitching about the FBI questioning them, well maybe they shouldn't be posting death threats all over my FaceBook wall constantly none stop, the same week my sn was murdered, but that's what they are being questioned about.
I never sent the FBI anywhere... I don't control the FBI, and anyone who thinks that is got some serious mental retardation issues.
I didn't even know the FBI was actively going from Atwater to Atwater questioning them, and I wouldn't have known, had the Atwaters not been writing long hate letters and mailing them to me.
My son was murdered in 2013... it was 3 years later, when the FBI showed up to talk to me, for the first time, and yet they informed me, they'd been on the case for three years at that point and had some pretty daming evidence, about one Atwater: Paul Martal, whom I've never met, didn't even know he existed... he got 14 years in prison for the 2006 bomb that blew up my house. But what the FBI wanted to know was: Why me? It appeared he didn't know me any more than I knew him. According to the FBI, Paul Martal was in heavy contact with 2 people, and the FBI believes it's one of them, who hired the golf club woman to murder my baby November 14, 2013...
...and the problem is, I've not mentioned it to the family, The Atwaters, so they don't know, not even my parents know, but on September 12, 2021, there was another attack. I've not released any details, nor have the police or the FBI, One of the biggest ones yet. The FBI pointed out one thing... the attacks stopped when one of te two primary suspects died. They said they had reason to believe the one, of the two suspects, whom they believe murdered my son, died... so how did the the September 12, 2021 attack happen?
When that attack happened the FBI asked me to repaint paint my car: put the info from 2 different events, with the dates reversed, to see WHO would notice it was wrong. Someone DID notice it was wrong: Crackhead Camilla, cocaine dealer of the Bacon Street Gang, she showed up on my Biddeford porch less then ten hours after I painted my car. She noticed the incorrect date for the incorrect event... and she has said WHO told her... and it was one of the three people who arrived at the hospital November 2013... except, 2 of those 3 people are now dead, and the one she's naming, is the one still alive.
Who is it, who runs around telling people I believe in aliens? That same person. I don't believe in aliens. I'm the one who proved aliens and alien abductions to be a hoax, did that in 2007, posted my findings proving aliens a hoax here: https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Who is it, who runs around claiming I say things about Utah Atwaters, people who I've never heard of, people I've never met? That same person.
Whose husband is right now sitting in prison for building the bomb that blew up my house? That same person.
Camilla was the bridesmaid of who? That same person.
Who KNEW I was paralyzed for 5 months, 18 months in wheelchair, and 9 years serverly crippled, bedridden... but neglected to tell anyone in the family? That same person.
Who is it, who is right now spreading rumors and lies about me, my brothers, and my mother, all over FaceBook? That same person.
Do you know what gaslighting means? Look at what she's doing. It's called gaslighting. It means she is trying to cast doubt on the victims, in order to make the victims look guilty, as a way to try to hide, her own crimes.
Ask yourself why you didn't know my son was murdered?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was attacked by a blond woman with a golf club, left for dead, almost died, and have been crippled on paraplegic levels ever since?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was paralyzed for 5 month?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was in a wheelchair for 18 months?
Ask yourself why you didn't know my foster children, where not only murdered, but their heads were nailed to my door?
Ask yourself why you didn't know when Barbara, Brucie, and Dickie were all at the hospital, and knew what had happened. Why didn't they tell any of you? Why did they pretend not to know? Why did they hide for the rest of the family, what had happened to me?
Here's an important thing to ask: Why did none of you know the FBI was here investigating a very brutal murder that coincided with a LOT of harassment, vandalism, and hate crimes that were on levels of alarming extremes?
It's called impeding and FBI investigation.
Someone, in the Atwater family, has been very actively lying to all of you about what happened to me and my family... why? What is their motive? If they have nothing to hide, then why arethey bending over backwards to try to keep every one of you from finding out what happened to me, my son, my house, my yard, and my foster children?
Why?
Only the person doing these crimes, who any motive to try to cover them up.
Only the person who murdered my son, would have any motive to go out of their way to do everything in their power to try to make you forget he ever existed.
Only the person who did these things has any motive, to try to cover it up.
Only the person behind my son's murder has a motive to try to convince you I believe in aliens, when it's damn well documented that I don't believe in aliens.
Think about that, next time an Atwater starts spreading rumors about me, my mother, my father, my brothers, my husband, my dead children, or my dead son.
Also... who is it who told you that I knew about all these deaths in the family? Was it one of the three people who was at the hospital and knew what happened to me, but never told you all?
Also, yes... I have noticed that Dickies supposed death date is a full 3 months before he was at the hospital, before he was visiting my dad with Brucie and and having a meeting with the private investigator about Wade Witen... that's puzzling... but then again Brucie had faked his own death 4 times since the 1980s, each time to invade IRS fraud, so the Atwaters do have a history of faking their deaths. I know this because the FBI has all that info too and when interviewing me, they wanted to know if I was aware of the faked death, by 3 of the original 12 Atwaters... yep, three of the brothers have faked their deaths multiple times. So... when you people tell me Dickie and Brucie are dead, yeah, I kind of don't believe you.
Also, Barbara is the one going around telling everyone that Danny is dead and his grave is being vandalised... several people have told me that Danny is dead, his grave was being vandalised, and I a bedridden crippled, was being blamed for the vandalism, and I asked each of these people who told them this, and every one of them stated they recieved either a rtext, post, comment, email, or phone call from Barbara, some said she told them face to face in person... near as I can tell NO ONE other then Barbara os saying Danny died, no one other then Barbara is saying his grave is vandaised, and no one other then Barbara is saying I did it... also newsflash... my camera runs 24/7/365 ever since the day my foster children's heads was nailed to my door, so I can prove where I was and what I was doing every minute from May 16, 2015 to right now. The camera runs 24/7 in hopes of catching the murderer returning to attack again. Smile... if you've ever said anything to me online or offline, I have video footage of you doing it.
In case you've forgotten who Barbara is, besides being Bruce's sister, she's the 2 year old girl who was run over by this car. https://www.eelkat.com/images/1964dodge330_theGoldeneagleWorldsMostHauntedCar.jpg My 1964 Dodge 330 the one that was cut in half on May 9, 2010 by raving lunatics of the Saco Ward church calling it demon possessed. She's the one who started the rumor that the car was haunted, possesed by a demon and tried to kill her. The car used to belong to Dr Larochell, who paid Barbara $20k to stop her from spreading rumors about his car. Her rumours about his car got so bad that locals started attacking him, so in 1975 he sold the car and I bought it specifically to prove that it was niether haunted demon possessed and Barbara was just delusional and trying to get attention.
After I proved the car not haunted, I let a local elderly homeless man sleep in the car at night, while the car was parked behind my barn, 175 feet from the road in the forest where it could not be seen from the road, so no one knew the WW@ veteran was sleeping in my car... until that is, in 1978, Barbara tresspassed on my land, found him there, declared him first a demon, then in the 1990s started calling him "The Amphibious Alien"... Barbara is the only Atwater who ever learned French and guess what, she is also the one who coined the name "Etiole" and started calling the homeless WW2 vet "Etiole" and she is the one who has been vocal in instigating EVERY SINGLE attack on Etiole and my 1964 Dodge 330.
Also, do take a look at Barbara... we look alike, she and me... we can almost pass for twins. And what keeps happening around locally? People keep saying they are encountering me doing and saing things in places I've never been to, to people I've never heard of!
Also, every time I go outside, people - ttal strangers - keep coming up to me and asking me why I am emailing them stuff about aliens, and newsflash: I don't even use email! What the hell? I couldn't eail some one even if I wanted to!
In November, this guy comes up to me, he's about 90 years old and carrying this massive stack of sheets of paper - like 300 sheets, it's an entire reem of paper, and he starts waving it around and says it's print out of all the emails I sent him just in the past week, he says he gets more then three thousand emails from me on a daily basis and it's all crazy stuff about aliens... I looked at the papers and, the emails are coming from tons of emails with the word "eelkat" in the name, but they aren't mine. I'm not sending these things out to people and I don't know who is... but I do know who has a history of impersonating me with emails: Barbara!
In 1996, she started an email war with the Atwaters, with two emails, one that she said was heres, and one that she said was mine.
At that point... I had never had contact with an American, or TV, or electricity... I had never heard of computers or internet or email... he email war, was her, impersonating me, and sending hundred of hate filled emails to my aunts, uncles, and counsins... I found out about it a year later when Bishop Paul Morgan of the Cape Elezabeth Ward (no, not the Portland Ward, but yes the same building) called me in to his office one day, to ask why I was sending so many hundreds of emails about aliens and alien abductions to him and 750 other members of the church. No that's not a typo... seven hundred and fifty members of the church...
I had 3 questions for Paul Morgan:
1: What's email?
2: What are aliens?
3: What's alien abduction?
I had never heard of those 3 things before.
Paul Morgan had print outs of those emails, and it took me over a month to read those more then six thousand sheets of paper, but I read every one of them.
Paul Peterson, administrative director of Pine Land Center Insane Asylum... he showed up at church a few weeks later, yeah... turns out, several Atwaters used to be, how shall we call it... straight jacketed in padded cells because they were insane... and Pine Land Center, government run mental health institute, lost funding, shut down, in... oh look... 1996... and literally just let formally straight jacket nut cases, walk free out the front door. It's not hard to find out who the inmates of Pine Land Center were... the micro films are available in New Gloughster. So, yeah, that evidance exists and says a lot.
ALL of the rumors about me, my mother, my father, my brothers, my husband, my cars... all the Demon rumors, all the alien rumors, ALL of it... every single rumor, all the way back to the 1960s... all of them, were started by one person, Barbara, because, she was the 2 year old girl who was hit by that car, and she's pissed that I bought it, and she's even more pissed that Stephen King, my neighbour at the time, made a movie about it... did you know my real name is Christine and that's why the car is named Christine in the movie, even though the real car was named The Goldeneagle.
After Christine, Stephen King returned to film Thinner on my farm, and THAT is why, Barbara, has had endless amounts of jealosue rage and hatred for my farm, my land, my house... did you know I've rebuilt my house 5 times now... the backhoe has driven over THREE houses on my land, we keep rebuilding and it keeps coming back... but before the backhoe there was the bomb... and who did the FBI arrest for building that bomb again? Barbara's husband Paul Martal. That's what he went to prison for. He built the bomb that blew up my house, the FBI found him with the bomb parts in his house and car.
That's why, I always ask, when these weird rumors about demons and aliens show up... who told you? And EVERY SINGLE PERSON, EVERY SINGL TIME... they always say: "Barbara told me", "Baraba said it" , "Barbara called me" , "Barbara emailed me"... and so, I'm not surprised to find out that the rumors flying around this week, are once again, started by the same person who always starts them: the pissed off now adult, 2 year old girl, who 60 years ago was run over by the world's most haunted car, and is the one who both declared it haunted and dubbed the homeless man living in it as "Etiole"
Know your sources people. Do your background checks. Find out if the one spreading the rumors about me, might actually have a motive. Barbara REALLY hates that car. And at the core, her hatred of that car, her rage that Stephen King made it famous, is the cause of everything.
But guess what: Barbara and Brucie and their fucking endless jealose rage, is why I'm crippled, why my son is dead, why I've had to rebuild my house on my land five fucking times now... I'm not bothering any of them, I never have , and I don't know why they are bothering me! I want those bastards to fucking leave me, my family, my cars, my land, and anything else of mine alone.
Uhm… okay… so, a member of the Sanford ward church was just in a rage yelling at me about the drug raid across the street last year at the missionary apartment and this being the 18th anniversary of the dead girl in the Scarborough marsh… and, I'm not sure why they are yelling at me about it…but they were mad saying: "Why is the FBI here talking to you about the dead girl in Scarborough. You aren't family."
Uhm… no, but I am the one who found the body and called 911 to report it. And I've had to deal with police and FBi questions in regards to her death for the past few decades every single time they get a lead they show up and ask me:"So tell us once again what you saw." And I tell them yet again about the girl with no head, the thirty dogs with no heads, and that, I never saw her or the dogs before.
I was driving to work and they were all laid out ritual like in the road, not a one of them had any heads. Not the girl, not any of the dogs.
First experience with headless bodies… but far from the last. And police and fBi believe the killer was there and saw me call 911 and that's why my 75 pet roosters had their heads cut off and their bodies tied in rope nooses and hung in my Orchard fruit trees and rose bushes shortly after.
I can show you where ever body was the girl and the dogs. The first one was at the Ross rd Portland rd intersection at the light by where the medical building is now. The next one was at the Eastern trail Bridge just before the rv center. There was another at the cascade rd intersection by the flea market... they continued like that all the way to the Scarbourogh marsh. All black dogs, mostly Rottweilers and black labs, more than 30 of them, leading in a path to the dead girl. None of them had heads. Not the girl or the dogs.
It was after dark, I was on my way to Macy's.
The fbi says they think it was the same person who beheaded my cousin Murphy in 2013, beheaded 75 of my roosters and hung them from nooses in trees in 2007, murdered my son in 2013, and beheaded my mother's cats in 2015... he says there were 11 other beheading like this between 2001 and 2015 all of them invloving a huge amount of pets, mostly dogs and cats, but also birds and horses… in title more then 500 pets just on Portland Ave in old Orchard beach alone, the first one was a German Shepherd in June 2001 whose head was hung on the bucket of his owners bulldozer, and there have been 7 more since 2015 to 2021, all on Portland Ave, Ross rd, and Cascade Rd.
The dead girl in Scarborough had no head, neither did any of the dogs. I'm the one who called the police.
I was there when they found Timmy Murphy on cascade and Ross rd intersection. He had no head either.
My cousin Murphy, the newspaper said he was hit by a truck. But that's not what happened. I was there. Police made me wait 3 hours while they looked for his head. I got questioned all over for that. It happened June 2013. Backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013, and golf club woman attacked November 14, 2013... fbi thinks the backhoe and golfclub attacks were both because I was there when Timmy's body was being wrapped up by police. The police found his head 2 weeks later down by my driveway on Portland Ave almost a half mile from where they found his body.
They believe the killer of my cousin Timmy was at the scene while the police were questioning me, and that's how the killer knew to target my house with the backhoe a month later… the issue with that is, one of my uncles, paid the backhoe driver, but that uncle lives in Australia and wired the money to the backhoe driver. The police have all the paperwork for this. And the police can't figure out, why it appears that my Atwater relatives are heavily invested in impending the investigation of what police are calling "the Ouellette case".
It appears the Atwaters are being egged on by someone involved in the murder of the headless Scarborough marsh girl, and that the Atwaters are being deliberately needled into a frenzy at me and my family in a bold attitude to through police off the killers trail.
The thing is, the Atwaters have gone into wild extremes bringing in weird alien abduction rumors that are just outlandish… but then… one of my uncles, when the FBI went to interview him… he had dozens of dead, headless black dogs, black cats, and black chickens laying in weird pentagram ritual formations, all over his yard, in his driveway, around his house, hanging on his fences… and… well… dead headless black animals were all around the Scarborough marsh that day of the dead girl… and so… it kind of looks a lot like one of my uncles either is the murderer or at least is the one supplying the murderer with dead black pets.
So, this lead the FBi to ask me more questions, because now it looks like the Atwaters lashing out at my family has a far bigger motive then, them just being crazy lunatic ufo nuts.
I've been a witness at 4 different beheadings.. and was the one who called police each time.
The raid at the Saco Ward missionary apartment across the street…I never said the raid across the street was a drug raid... the state drug force wasn't there. Ive seen drug raids before. My Atwater relatives are notorious for drugs, ive been in the house when two drug raids happened, one in 1982 and one in 2016 and both times the state police drug team was the one who did the raid.
State police drug team wasn't there at the raid on the missionary apartment across the street last year, it the US Marshalls and FBI there. They had 8 people handcuffed face down in the road in front of our apartment. And they said it was about the Ouellette case, specifically the headless girl in Scarborough marsh. I know this, because thry asked me if i recognized any of these 8 people. One I did, she's been my dads nurse since 2009. Fbi was here asking me about that raid, because he wanted to know if the dead cats and birds in the road here in front of our Biddeford apartment were lined up same way as the dead dogs were back in Scarborough years ago with the dead girl.
Me and others locally have been finding dead pets lined up on Main Street, western Ave, Cutts St, West Cutts st, James St, and Bradbury st every since summer 2021, I sent videos footage of all the dead pets to fbi, because it DID look like same ritual pattern used in my yard with roosters in 2007 and my mother's cats in 2015 and those dogs with the dead girl at the Scarborough marsh.
That's why I stopped walking around our apartment at night... dead cats and birds are being set up around my apartment and also my mothers apartment... looks like whoever killed cats and roosters in Old Orchard, wanted me to know they knew where I lived.
The officers think the person leaving the dead pets all around our apartment is whoever killed the headless girl at the marsh... they think that's why the attack on my roosters happened in 2007, the backhoe in 2013, the golf club women who killed my son and crippled me in 2013, because I'm the one who called the police about the headless dogs in Scarborough with the dead girl.
Weird, this Sanford Ward Mormon, who was just here at my apartment, made the comment: "But the dead girl in Scarborough wasn't beheaded."
I don't know if there's a different girl too or not. I only know about the headless girl, the one I called 911 about all those decades ago. I never looked up the news reports so I don't know if they ever mentioned the thirty dead dogs or her and the dogs having no head. I don't know what the news said about it. I don't even know her name. I just know whenever the police or FBI ask me to retell how the dogs were laid out, they always call it "The Ouellette Case". Beyond that I know nothing about it.
My focus has always been on the attacks on me and my family. I don't know any of the other families. I just know the officers said the April 10, 2015 attack on my farm was the 11th such attack on Portland Ave since June 2001 and that they now tell me there have been seven more such attacks on Portland Ave since 2015. They said a lot of details have not been released to the public, but that there are a few common things recurring in every attack which indicates it's just one person (group of persons) doing it. They say they keep going back to all 18 of our families reasking us for details we can remember because they are trying to match up the similarities of each case.
I know what details were left out of reports about the attacks on my family. I don't know anything about any of the other 17 families at all.
I don't understand these Saco and Sanford ward church members who keep showing up all upset because I'm trying to find out who murdered my son and left me crippled. What is their problem? It's MY family that's dead, not theirs, what the fuck business is it of theirs? Why are they so damned ruffled up about me asking for anyone with information to call the FBI? By being upset like this, they are just making themselves look suspicious. When they are mad that I'm asking people for help finding the killer, they just make themselves look like they are involved, they make it look like they know who the killer is, they make it look like they are protecting and defending the killer. Do they not realize how suspicious they make themselves look when they get angry that I ask on Facebook for anyone with info to please call the FBI and help put my son's killer in prison?
Do you remember Timmy? He's the same age as you and me. He's the one who lived at the black house next door to my on Portland Ave. He was the used car dealer, the one who always have a dozen or so cars lined up for sale across his front lawn. He also owned Etiole's swamp, my abutting neighbour from the back side of the land. He used to help me babysit Barbara's kids back in the 1970s and 1980s, we used to duo babysit together.
Timmy Murphy was the one beheaded June 2013 at the Ross Rd and Cascaed Rd intersection.
That's why I can't understand these Todd Murphy fucktrds who spent the entire of November 2021 to May 2022, daily arriving in my Biddeford driveway, chanting "Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy!" while vandalizing both the building and my car. They did $10k+ in damages to my Volvo and they did so much damage to the building that landlord Matt Holiday couldn't afford to repair the apartment building so he sold it because the city of Biddeford was going to condemn the building and kick out all 9 families at 409 Maine Street, because the Todd Murphy fucktard attackers did so much damage to the building. People know about them cutting all the wires off the building, but it was a lot more then that. They did huge amounts of stucture damage to the building itself as well. That's why Matt sold the building. He just didn't have enough money to repair the damages.
But the thing was, these vandals were acting like they thought I knew who Todd Murphy was, and I never heard of anyone by that name before. I think they mixed up whoever this Todd Murphy was with my cousin Timmy... who is not an Atwater... what the fuck are the Atwaters even talking about? Timmy was my dad's older sister's god-son. My aunt Victoria from Portland? The one who lived in that big tower on the waterfront up on the Promanard.
Why are the Atwaters so damned fucking arrogant that they think they are the only relatives I have? The Allens of Allen Ave in Portland are my relatives too you know, and Timmy Murphy was one of them. You know, the whole family who founded Amatos... the woman who founded Amatos was my dad's great aunt. That's why we always get free food at Atmatos, their family. The Atwaters don't hold a fucking monopoly over me, what the hell is wrong with them? You know, I'm sick of the Atwaters barging their way into everything and trying to make everything be about them. They aren't the center of the world and they need to stop acting like they are.
Near as I can tell, these Todd Murphy vandals are conneted to the Atwaters somehow, but I don't know how. And again, they are impeeding a fucking FBI murder investigation. Do the Atwaters know how to do ANYTHING other then stick their busy body noses in places they don't belong? What the fuck?
Do you know what the police said? They said Todd Murphy is the son of someone my mother and Barbar fight with on FaceBook. I've had my mother and Baraba both blocked on FaceBook since the shit they pulled back in 213 after my son was murdered. I don't have a fucking clue who my mother or Barbara are friends with on FaceBook, I have them blocked. I've had them blocked for 10 years this Novmber.
But then, I have fucktards from the Sanford Ward church showing up here now, do you realize how far they have to drive to get here to my driveway? What the hell? And they claim that Todd Murphy was a member of the Sanford Ward... you know what he's not on the rouster. You know I'm a member of that church right? I got access to the rouster, because my husband is the high preist quorum leader of that church... there's no one named Todd Murphy who is a member of the Sanford Ward church, and there hasn't been in the last 48 years that I've attended that church. So now I'm left wondering, even more what the fuck?
Who the ell is Todd Murhy and why the fuck should I care? I haven't got a clue what these people are talking about. I don't know who they are and I don't know who their Todd Murphy is.
Only thing I can figure, is somehow, something my mother and Barbara said, convinced these people that when I talk about Timmy Murphy's murder case that I'm talking about Todd Murphy. But why? Was Todd Murphy murdered in 2013 of the Ross Rd in Old Orchard Beach, same as my cousin Timmy Murphy, who was also my abutting neighbor and had the same birthday as me, so we celebrated our birthdays together, you know because we grew up together and knew each other own entire lives?
I mean, what the hell? And what does Todd Murphy have to do with The Ouelltte case aka the beheaded girl in the Scarborogh Marsh from 20 years ago? That's what they were talking about last night... thee Snford Ward members who were here in my ard in Biddeford last night, who yes, I do know who they are, but I don't know who this Todd Murphy is that they are talking about or what he has to do with my cousin Timmy Murphy and that girl, both being beheaded down the street from my Old Orchard Beach farm?
I asked, no one in Timmy's family knows any one named Todd. None of my Scarborough or Old Orchard Beach Murphy relatives know or have ant relatives named Todd, so none of them, know what the fuck these people in Biddeford are talking about. You know just because someone has the same last name, doesn't mean they are relatede, right? Do these Todd Murphy people who won't stop hrassing us, and now clearly have a connection to the Sanford Ward realize that?
And what is with Joel Bailey? What? Yeah... they're bringing Joel Bailey back into stuff? He went to prison in 2013, he, if you forgot was the counsellor of the Bisiop of the Saco Ward church, the entire bishiprisk went to prision, 2 to 10 years each one, along with the Old Orchard Beach Town Manager, oh wait, he was one of the bishipric, and 13 people from the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police departments, all members of the Saco Ward church, for stealing a little bitty number of thirty MILLION dollars in Old Orchard Beach tax funds out of the town hall bank account, which I only found out about, because they tried to forge my name onto the documents and that was why FBI Laura, the agent ho was murdered in Florida on Feberuary 6, 2021, was sent to interview me in 2007, 2010, and 20134... the Saco Ward church bishopric stole $30million from the Old Orchard Beach town hall and tried to pin it on me, only, I can't count, mI never learned math, and they didn't know I couldn't possibly have written the math figures. I don't know how to do money and only someone really good with money could have done the things they did. They also put a lot of stuff in Ken Shoop's name. That Joel Bailey, the one who is now out of prison and likes to walk circles around my Biddeford apartment all summer long in 2022. Yeah, I am aware he's back, the mini-Winnie RV that parks at the Biddeford High School at night, he is the one driving it.
Given his past history, no, I'm not surprised at all to find his name bring brought back up. Though the Saco Ward Mormons now trickling out of prison and back on the streets, would explain why the vandalism started up again, seeing how they were the ones who used to do most of it and the vandalism did stop when they went to prison.
I'm sick of the Atwaters and their Mormon friends. They're nothing but criminals, drug dealers, and gangster thugs.
The fact remains, the only thing I'm focused on is finding my son's killer and the Atwaters and their Mormon thugs, are interupting that, and I want to know WHY? No one who is not guilty of being involved in my son's murder has any reason or incentive to be here harassing me and telling me to take the FBI phone number off my FaceBook wall, and that's what they are doing and I want to know why. What business is it of theirs if the FBI phone number is on my FaceBook wall and what is their involvment with my son's murder that they think the FBI phone number on my FaceBook wall effects them?
Here's a weird one… I just got a text message from a Sanford Ward Mormon which states: "I've known you for 40 yeas I would remember you being attacked how come you never mentioned it before now"
Uhm… since 1996, my website, originally known as Space Dock 13, has documented daily blog posts of every day of my life.
The July 2, 2001 attack, when a house mover cut our house in half, put it on a flatbed and drove it to Waterville, was documented the day it happened. It was also the first attack. My neighbor's German shepherd dog was beheaded and left in the bucket of his bulldozer that same day.
Go look at my blog… every day since July 2, 2001 , every attack, from the minor paintball attacks to the big house bomb attacks, are all documented, each blog post written the day it happened. There are more then ten thousand daily blog posts just on that one blog, chronologizing every event of every day of my life and including every attack, since June 2001.
That fact that they only just noticed it now, does not mean, I've never mentioned it… it just means they were too self absorbed to notice anything going on around them. It also means I was never important enough to them, for them to notice I was homeless, or in the hospital, or had a baby that was murdered. … their shock of just discovering these things, says more about their lack of caring about me, then anything else.
As for the headless girl and dogs in the marsh, the murder of my cousin Timmy Murphy, and the golf club attack ,the 3 events they specifically brought up in their text…
I had Squidoo articles about all 3 events. Squidoo went out of business in 2014.
I have more then a thousand blog posts published between 2007 and 2013, on Tumblr, BlogSpot, and WordPress, about those 3 events.
On YouTube I had more than 2k video uploads between 2008 and 2017 that did absolutely nothing but talk about those events, and included the interrogations by police and Fbi, which I've recorded all of since May 2015. So, yes, you can go watch FBI agent Andy Drewer, lawyer Gene Libby in the Biddeford District Court, and police officer Will Watson, and dozens of others talking about these events, on YouTube, because my camera catches everything.
Since 2008, I have posted daily on Facebook and Twitter asking for witnesses to come forward about the dead dogs and the marsh girl...
Since June 2013, I added Tim Murphy to my daily Facebook request for witnesses to come forward,
Since August 2013, I added the back hoe driving over my house info to my daily Facebook requests for witnesses to come forward.
since November 2013, daily every single day requests for witnesses to the attack at phi theta Kappa ceremony at bug light lighthouse, where my baby was murdered and I was left crippled for the rest of my life.
I'm still crippled by the way, are they going to tell me they didn't notice that either? Did they not notice I was 5 months paralyzed, wait I know that person noticed because in February 2014 that exact same person carried me to their car and from their car into the hospital precisely because I was paralyzed and couldn't walk…. The person who carried me to the hospital because I was paralyzed and had to be carried is the exact same person who is now saying they don't remember this… and yet, they are the ones who had to fill out the paperwork to admit me in the hospital and their signature is on those documents. So, proof they are lying, right there.
after the June 2016 attack by the 2013 golf club woman, this time at walmart, the fbi gave me a hotline number for witnesses to call... this phone number has been on the flyers in the windows of my Volvo ever since June 2016 and these events are printed on said flyers.
Also in June 2016 the Old Orchard Beach Libby library and the Biddeford McArthur library and the Old Orchard Beach Salvation Army Church all printed up flyers about these events, and spent the summer handing them out to tourists and the fBI number was on all of those.
This is all very well documented as, I have been post them DAILY for over a decade now... and I talk about it constantly in my livestreams which I started doing in May 2015.
Just because one person had their head shoved too far up their church's ass to know what was going on in their own family, and they only just now noticed what was going on around them, doesn't mean I only just now started talking about it.
This is why I don't like churches. Church people are so focused on their Bibles that they haven't got a clue what's going on in the real world around them.
Not to mention all of the police reports, there are more than four hundred police reports, which span twenty one police departments, in three states as well as the Maine state police and the Florida state police, plus the FBI besides! Most of those police reports are public record, you can go read them for yourself. As far as I know only 3 of them were classified and sealed from public access which means there's still 400+ that can be read. There were newspaper reports of some of the attacks. And even though I don't own a TV so have never seen the tV news reports, I know those exist because there were so many TV station news reporters showing up in my yard with camera crews asking for interviews with me. This case is so damned well documented. It's utterly ridiculous to think there is a single person in Southern Maine who is so self absorbed and so oblivious that they have never heard of this case or any of the events that have happened within it in the last 18 fucking years!
But the worst part is, this my own church, a church I have been a member of for 48 fucking years, that is saying, they never heard of this! What the hell? There were more than 24 people from the Saco and Sanford Wards arrested by the FBI just since 2015, because of their involvement in this case. Several of them are still in prison. These people are really that oblivious that they didn't know I was in the hospital, they didn't know I was in a wheelchair, they didn't know my son was murdered, and they didn't noticed 24 members of their congregation disappeared because they went to prison for their involvement.
Really? Wow do these people really give a shit about their fellow congregation members or what? They not only didn't notice I was missing from meetings for 9 years because I am bedridden now, they also didn't notice 24 other members not in meetings because they are now in prison. Talk about dense numb skulls.
It appears the High Priest is back. You, Paul, have met the High Priest. You met him at WalMart. You met him at McDonalds, where you had a 4 hour long conversation with him. You met him my yard in Old Orchard when you visited a few days after the April 0, 2015 attack, and can I add here that you are the ONLY person since that happened, to ever once stop by and ask how I was doing, it’s you’re the only person I knew before the murder of my family, whom I still talk to. You ARE the only person, who ever showed you actually cared about what was going on.
Not one single member of my family or my church has ever stopped to see how I was doing, has ever asked online how I was doing.
But, since November 2021, Sanford Ward mormons have been showing up, all of them in wild raging infernos, and all of them talking about people and events I know nothing about, so I have no clue what any of them ae talking about, but they act like they think I know who the names they mention are, in particular they are cult-like worshiping someone names Todd Murphy whom I can only assume they have gotten mixed up with my beheaded cousin Tim Murphy of Pine Point district of Scarborough and Old Orchard Beach, somehow.
They showed up near daily from November 21, 2021 until May 17, 2022. They were lead on by two blond girls who looked like twins, and have mega long knee-length hair they kept in pony tails, and a smaller pudgier girl with a mint-green pixie hair cut. I don’t know these girls, they looked to be in their 20s. They are the same girls who spent the entire summer of 2021 harassing the homeless man who was living under the trestle bridge across the street from us. They would show up on bicycles every night around 1AM, chase him up out of the ravine, then chase him up the old back tracks along the dirt road to South Street, up towards your place. They did that every night for about 5 months, until he got hit by a freight train on Nov 19, 2021 at 6:27PM. They started attacking my and my family Nov 21, 2021, I think because they knew I had video footage of them harassing the homeless man and I think too they were pissed that I call the police when they killed him by cornering him at the bridge overpass so he couldn’t get out of the way of the oncoming train. Outside of them nightly harassing the homeless man, and then spending Nov 21, 2021 to May 17, 2002 chanting “Todd Murphy” in my driveway while vandalizing my car and apartment building, I’ve never seen these girls before of since. They seemed to have completely vanished May 17, 2022. Not seen them at all and the vandalism stopped cold turkey that day. I assume the police must have finally caught and arrested them, but the police never said they did, and in the past when someone harassed me, the police would always ask me to go to the station to ID them after the arrest.
In any case, the “Todd Murphy” dipshit bitches stopped harassing us May 17, 2022, and I heard no more of them, until this past month… only it’s not them showing up this time… this time it’s older people, elderly people in their 70s and 80s, members of the Sanford Ward Mormon church across the street from Curtis Lake Church… Curtis Lake Church being the congregation that shows up in my Old Orchard driveway with the “god hates fgs” signs and calling me a transvestite and calling my car gay, and marching around chanting “too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach”... several Curtis Lake members have been arrested by the FBI and gone to prison for their involvement in both the April 10, 2015 attack on my family and the headless Marsh girl. However, to date,, the killer has not been found, every one arrested so far has always been weird “cultist-like” gay-haters who are attacking people in the area while chanting “kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws” and then rambling gibbering about heads in ice cream. The people arrested, for 5 different local churches, are all outspoken in radically preaching a doctrine of beheading anyone suspected of being gay, while stating that they are doing so on god’s orders.
That’s why there has been so much difficultly in finding out who killed the marsh girl and my cousin Murphry and my family, because, it looks like it’s not just one person, but rather an entire group of people involved, and so far, all evidence has pointed to those 5 churches: Saco Ward, Sanford Ward, Grace Point, Curtis Lake, and New Life, all in Biddeford, Saco, or Sanford, and all run by just 2 families. One family runs 3, another family runs the other 2.
Anyways, I was just thinking, and I think I figured out why the Sanford Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints members are seemingly so clueless and unaware that I have been crippled and bedridden for nine years and why they were unaware that 24 members of their congregation have gone to prison, arrested by the FBI for being accomplices in the The Ouellette Murder Case aka The Cascade Murders aka The string of beheading on and around Portland Ave, Ross Rd, and Cascade Rd the past twenty years, which included the headless girl I found in the Scarborough Marsh, my cousin Timmy Murphy whom I found headless on the Ross and Cascade Rod crossroads, the beheading of my own foster children… Ben is the common link to all of them.
Ben, as you know, has severe dissociative identity disorder, that was brought on when his brother Willy commit suicide.
Ben has seven different, very distinctive different “people” living in him, that we know of, there could be moe then 7. Etiole is the one most locals are familiar with, though he does not call himself Etiole, Etiole being a name locals dubbed him. However, there is the High Priest, who is the one you, Paul, are personally most familiar with.
I’ve not seen the High Priest since April 10, 2015. Ben WAS there the day of the attack, he was also attacked… the attackers had me, my mother, one of my brothers, and Ben, all on the ground with guns to our heads, while they use a weird looking long pole with a piano wire-like loop on the end, to cu the heads off of everyone else who was there. Me, my mother, one of my brothers, and Ben, were the only ones to walk out of that attack alive. Ben’s favorite daughter Bella was one of the ones beheaded. His mind snapped, because, he recognized one of the attackers as “Rick”... When the attackers arrived, Ben ran up to one of them and said “Rick! What are you doing here?” Ben does have a friend named Rick… I know Rick. Rick is a very violent, vicious spouse abuser. His wife Paula used to come to church been to a pulp every week. Broken arms, broken legs, broken nose, black eyes. It went on for years. She finally divorced him and fled to Utah when he beat and nearly killed their teenage son. Rick has beaten me up, right in the Sanfard Ward church building. He’s a major bully, a huge bigot, and an extreme white power racists. Rick WAS there April 10, 2015… he didn’t have a white pillow case over his head like the rest of them did, but I don’t kow if he was a part of the attack or not, I was too busy trying to fight the bastard who was holding me own with a pistol in my face, to notice what Rick was doing. It was Rick though, his face in unmistakable… he has no face. Elephant man disease, I think you cal it, but you can’t mistake Rick, and he WAS in my yard April 10, 2015 the day my family was murdered, I just don’t know what he was doing there or if he was involved in the attack or not.
The thing is, something snapped in Ben that day. ALL 7 of his multiple personalities vanished, including the High Priest, thankfully. You know how bad the High Preist could get, you met him several times.
Ben left the Mormon church. I don’t know what triggered him more: his favorite daughter Bella being beheaded in front of him or his best friend Rick, seeming to be the one leading the charge ahead of estimated 74 people in white robes and white pillow cases over their heads.
In either case, Ben has developed a server hatred for the Mormon church and refuses to set foot in a Mormon church building… he who was High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward for so many decades.
The thing about the High Priest, was he was everything so far the opposite of who Ben, my husband, actually is.
The High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward boldly proclaims to be a virgin. Ben in not a virgin. Not even close. He had a prostitute problem back in the 1980s when I met him.
The High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward boldly proclaims to not be married, yet Ben and I got married on the Old Orchard Beach Pier August 13, 1987, so he’s been married several decades and still is, we don’t live together because he’s terrified of the Bishop finding out he has a wife. Keeping in mind Mormons don’t forbid priests from marrying, however Ben grew up extreme strict Catholic and his brother is the current leader of Opis Dia and he has to keep up appearances of being a Catholic Priest for his brother, from times when he visites from Italy, which happens a few times a year. Ben became a High priest in the Mormon church, but then goes to several local Catholic churches when his brother is in America, so that he can say he’s a High Priest without lying about it, and keeps his brother thinking he’s Catholic High Priest when he’s actually a Mormon High Priest. In other words, Ben lives a very big double life of trying to juggle his priesthood in two religions, hiding it from each other religion, while also maintaining a (very annoyed) wife (me) that he hides from BOTH religions.
Which is WHY, I’m allowed to PUBLICLY be friends with you, because it helps him to keep up the facade of “see, I’m not married, she hangs around with Paul”, which yes, that IS what Ben tells people at church about you.
Yes, Ben is a dick, I am very aware of this.
But, here’s the thing… Ben TELLS ME he is no longer in contact with any Mormons whatsoever, claims he hates, them, claims he shuns them, claims he’s not spoken to any of them since April 10, 2015…. HOWEVER… he was caught in July 2022, giving one of the Sanford Ward Mormons a ride to the store…. And Rick specifically, has been one the phone with him, when I came in the room and he thought I was elsewhere, causing Be to run around in a panic, knock his glasses off, break them by stepping on them, all while Rick was screaming out of the phone, “Ben, ya there? What happened? What’s going on?”
It appears the High Priest is back…. However, I suspected this in November 2021… the High Priest uses specific pontificating phraseology that none of Ben’s other personalities use…. And on november 24, 2021, the same night the Sanfard Ward Mormons were here cutting the wires off our Biddeford apartment building, Ben started talking like the High Priest again. It’s really distinctive. Normal people don’t talk in long winded drawn out droning, monologuing pontifications about Jesus, and of Ben’s 7 known people living inside him, the High Priest is the only ne who does this. Ben was here and witnessed the wire cutting event, he even went out side and talked to the crowd of “Todd Murphy” chanting lunatics to try to talk to them… and,... he said one of them is Todd Murphy’s grandmother from the Sanford Ward. Ben indicated at that point that he knew who Todd Murphy was, but since then, has denied knowing who Todd Murphy is. But, he came in, and told me outright that “I know her from the Sanfard Ward, she’s Todd Murphy’s grandmother”..
Each of the 7 people who live in Ben have no knowledge or memory of the other 6, and when one of the 7 does or says something, none of the other 6 have any memory of doing or saying those things.
It appears that The High Priest knows Todd Murphy, not only that, but also knows the attackers who came here daily from November 21, 2021 to May 17, 2022… and it looks like Ben, in his High Preist version of himself, is the one who told them where I live and is the one who worked them into a frenzy to begin with.
I have video footage of the homeless man who died Nov 19, 2021… a LOT of it. He knew Ben. That was obvious. Me and Ben were walking Main Street every night the summer of 2021 and the homeless man from under the trestle bridge would stop to talk to us a few times a week. And those weren’t just videos, those were Twitch livestreams so everyone watching my channel saw this homeless man stop and talk to Ben… he said he knew us. I did not recognize him, but Ben… I don’t know… Ben acted like he did know the homeless man, but didn’t want me to know it, so he told the homeless man he was mistaken. But people around local are saying that thie homeless man who kept showing up in my videos IS Todd Murphy, they say they saw my videos and it was Todd Murphy in my videos.
I am finding this whole thing very confusing… because NOW… even though I have video footage of Ben talking to the homeless man, Ben now claims, he never saw the homeless man at all and tells me I’m delusional. That's what he said: Ben said: “Your delusional, there was no homeless man” and, yet hundreds of people, many of them local, saw those videos of Ben talking to the homeless man. Which means, the man Ben was when he was walking with mt summer 2021,is NOT the man he is right now… and… either this a new 8th personality Ben has recently developed, or, it’s the High Priest back, but being deliberately sneaky to try to hide the fact that he’s the High Priest… which is odd, because before now, NONE of Ben’s multiple personalities have ever showed any signs of acknowledging any of the others, and the High Priest trying to high he’s the High Priest by trying to act like a different person, indicates the High Priest DOES remember and IS AWARE of the other personalities.
As you are well aware, I HATE the High Priest. I want nothing to do with him. I never would have married Ben if I had ever encountered his High Priest alter ego before marrying him.
June 26, 2016… FBI Agent Andy Drewer asked me to meet him at his Portland office on Middle St. He had… info. And a new primary suspect. Ben, specifically his High Priest alter ego, is the FBI’s #1 suspect in being the inforat, who told the golf club attackers I was at BugLight Lighthouse November 14, 2013. The FBI has phone records. I told only 3 people, where I was going that night: my mother, my father, and Ben. I told them only 5 minutes before I left, because I had been sick earlier and had previously told everyone I was not going to that event at the college. According to the FBI, my parents and step father Wayne Whiyyen, never left Biddeford, they continued to argue all night, and the FBI knows this because my father had hired a private investigator to tail Wayne, and so they have a lot of evidence as to where 2 of the 3 were. Ben on the other hand, called his friend Rick, the same Rick who was in my yard April 10, 2015… Minutes after I left my dad’s Water St apartment and drive to Southern Maine Community College, November 14, 2013… Ben called Rick. Rick drove to Ben’s house. And the two of them together left.
FBI Agent Andy Drewer had one question: “How well do you trust Ben? Because right now, he’s our primary suspect.”
They believe Ben told Rick, I was pregnant with someone else’s baby and Rick is the one who sent the golf club women to deliberately kill my baby.
Why do they believe this?
Because between 1987 and 2013 I have had 7 miscarriages, something that can be proven… Ben ins the only man I’ve ever been with. It’s not possible for anyone else to be the father. This was my 8th pregnancy by Ben and he was at the time running around accusing me of cheating on him with Etiole. The thing is… he IS the one people call Etiole… but his D.I.D. means he things Etiole is someone else, he doesn’t believe its him, because none of his personalities have any memory of each other.
Ben is a total nightmare to live with because I never know from one day to the next, who the hell he is going to be that day.
Ben has denied every pregnancy. Why? His exact words are: “I wouldn’t. I am a High Priest. What would the Bishop think?”
According to the FBI too, Ben, behind my back, runs around from one LDS/Mormon congregation to the next tell people that I am quote: “An unrhightious, unfaithful aunty-Mormon who puts the church down.”
Interestingly, I have been a member of the Mormon church since 1975. Ben joined in the 1980s. Ben left the church in 2015. I am still a member.
My FATHER is an extremist anti-Mormon, who preaches hatred for the Mormon church. Not me. Kenny, my father, is the anti-Mormon. My father, is such a huge radical extremist anti-Mormon that he has gone on to convince my mother, a 5th generation Mormon who is related to one of Smith’s poly-wives, to leave the church. She left the Mormon church in 1994 and joined up with some anti-Mormon group lead by some woman named Tanner or something. My mother, took her anti-Mormonis to extremes far above and beyond my father, taking to FaceBook and a forum called exMormon something and went total psycho nutjob anti-Mormon conspiracy theory all over the internet through the late 1990s into the 200s and still does it to this day now in 2023, preaching her wild anti-Mormon conspiracy theories now 27 years. In 3 years it’ll be her 30th anniversary of her wild mega hyper anti-Mormon rampage, with my father cheering her on and needling her forward the whole way in a weird Bonnie and clyde style vendetta attack everyone who is a Mormon hate fueled bigotry.
I on the other hand, am still a Mormon, have never had anything to do with the anti-Mormon movement, and, was shocked to learn from the FBI, that, the anti-Mormon rumors about me online are massive, and spread largely by members of the Saco and Sanfard Wards, with their info being just misinformation they regurgitate after talking to Ben, my mother, or my father.
Apparently, because I am bedridden and crippled, since 2013, and thus have had no way to get to church these past nine years, this, my absence in church meetings, after 48 years of never once missing a meeting, has allowed my mother, my father, and Benn to be able to spread wild anti-Mormon rumors about me, with the 3 of them going to my church, the Sandford Ward, and telling the church leaders that I’m not in church because I’ve turned anti-Mormon.
And yet, it is Ben who is the biggest anti-Mormon of all… he’s actual friends with that Tanner woman. My parents only run around preaching the Tanner woman’s message, Ben, actually sought her out and became personal friends with her and helps the Tanner woman one on one…. And he brags about this all the time.
I’m sick of hearing all the anti-Mormon Tanner woman bullcrap from Ben and my father and my mother so, whenever any of the three of them start chiding me for being a Mormon and telling me how evil and deceived I am because I refuse to leave the Mormon church, I just put my headphones on and listen to Markiplier YouTube videos and, ignore them.
I don’t hate the Mormon church like Ben, my mother, and my father do, so I am fed up with them constantly bitching at me because I’m a Mormon. Which is why I’ve not spoken to my father in 3 years even though we live in the same apartment, and was a contributing factor to why I blocked my mother on FaceBook in 203 and have had no contact with her at all offline since… though that hasn’t stopped her from showing up, trespassing, and hounding me.
Ben, is far worse then my mother or my father combined… since 2015, he has hand written thousands of anti-Mormon letters to every church leader he can find, local, not local, all the heads in Utah… and he bought a dozen cases, each case with 144 books in it, cases of Ket Kerr’s books and daily mails them out to every member on every rouster list of every ward in the Exiter and Augusta stakes, using his position as High Priest Quorum leader to get the home addresses of every Mormon in Southern Maine and New Hampshire, mailing all of them aunty-Mormon letters and copies of Kat Kerr’s books. Ben, as you know, has more money then he knows what to do with, and right now, he’s spreading thousands of dollars every day, just on the postage stamps to mail Kat Kerr’s books and his anti-Mormon letters to every local Mormon he can find.
And so, I knew he was mailing out the Kat Kerr books… but, until FBI agent Andy Drewer told me, I did not know that Ben and my mother and my father, having been putting MY NAME of the letters they are mailing out to people, and the three of them, through impersonating me, have got my church, the Sanford Ward, and it’s sister church, the Saco Ward, 100% convinced that I stopped attending church because I’mm now an anti-Mormon who hates the church, and that’s why my church, the Sanford Ward, and it’s sister church, the Saco Ward, are both unaware that I have NOT left the church, but rather I’m bedridden and crippled and have no one to help me get to church.
And so, now I’m finding out, that Ben, my mother, and my father, working together, according to the FBI, seem to be the fuel that is, and has been for several years, the fuel working locals up into a frenzy… including, they are the ones who are getting the Atwaters riled up, my being an Atwater, and the Atwaters further fueling locals on top of what Ben, my mother, and my father are doing.
What is their motive?
I ask them.
My father says he’s doing it to impress my mother so she’ll remarry him.
My mother says she’s doing it because I need to sell my land and give her the money so she can buy a house in Kennebunk.
Ben says he’s doing it because Mormons are led astray by Satan and he has to save my soul from Hell.
I’m so sick of all of them.
You know, one of the things I find most weird about the Atwaters is that so many of them seem to think I know them, even though I have never met them, nor even know any of their names.
Of the original twelve, I have only ever met five of them. And while I know Danny, I don’t even know the names of his siblings. I met Angelia once when she was twelve, at a Halloween party at the Cape Elizabeth Ward LDS Church, and then I saw her for about 2 minutes before she left. And Danny I only met when I was 37 years old and I only saw him about 10 times, back when my mother was trying to scam him out of his money from being hit by a train… which I didn’t know that was why she was visiting him, until a few years later when she had a big rant about how she wouldn’t visit him any more because he was, in her words “stingy and greedy” because he refused to give her the money to “use as a downpayment for a house in Kennebunk”. I should have known that was why she was visiting him, as that’s the only reason she ever does anything. She’s obsessed with trying to by that $3.7million mansion by the Wedding Cake House, and has been trying to scam relatives out of money for a downpayment on it for decades now… it was her reason for her involvement in the backhoe that her brother Joey hired to drive over my house. She and Joey figured I’d sell my land if there was no house on it. They didn’t exect me to set up a lean to made out of a 8x6 tarp and just spend the next 9 years living under that.
I met Doris once when she was squatting illegally on my land back in 1996. Took me and the Old Orchard Beach Police 9 months to get them out. I only ever saw her one day. She had 4 military tents, the size houses, 2 Winobegos and a Cadillac, that they illegally dumped on top of my corn crops, along with more then 600 bicycles, and 2 school buses full of sawed up copper pipes. Took us 9 months to find out who in the hell was living there and dumping that garbage on m land, and it turned out it was Doris. Only time I ever saw her, was one day, for about 15 minutes.
I remember Micheal, Tonya, and Scotty from before the caged years, but, I was put in the cage hen I was 8 years old, so I’ve not seen then since I was 8.
Once every year, usually on September 19th, David and Lucy would show up with a herd of incredibly violent gun toting vandals who would go through our farm and use shovels to chop the heads off all our pet cats, dogs, hens, ducks, and roosters. They were kill 200 to 500 of our pets every year in this anuel bloodbath on my farm. I don’t know who the hoodlums were. David said they were his kids, but he also said he had 15 kids and there were WAY more then 15 people involved in the annual Sptember 19 boodbaths… way more, closer to 100. Brucie said once that it was not JUST Davivd’s kids, but also a group known as The Halls. I don’t know who any of them were, but the police showed up every time, trying to get them out, and they always had huge shootouts with the police every year. It’s why I have a massive phobia of guns. A bunch of them were arrested in 1982, when that time the state police drg team showed up and arrested them and confincasted meth, marhawana, opium, and LSD
I know Dickie, Brucie, David, and Barbara because they were the ones that helped my mother build that room, that they locked me in when I was 8 years old, right after my Grammy Hellen Ricker’s funeral. They kept me in there for 27 years. One of the 4 of them would show up every 12 days to throw rotted molded food in the cracks between the boards. They are the only 4 Atwaters I know, and I only know them from their weekly coming into the room to beat me up, torture me. They are the five who raised me and said I was not Human, said I was a Demon and that I wasn’t allowed out of that room because Demons weren’t allowed to have contact with Humans.
I was 12 years old when the High Priest found out about that room, and he took me out every Sunday to go to church, and then took me back to that room after.
No one ever told me I was a Human and was allowed to go outside or talk to Humans until the social workers showed up when I was 31 years old. They are the ones who started using the term “feral child” to describe me and they to this day are still trying to “integrate me into Human culture” but two of them say they have given up on trying to convince me I am Human, they say there is little chance of my mind ever fully grasping the concept of being human because it’s too difficult to undo the three decades of Brucie, David, Dickie, Barbara, and my mother doing their “child social experiment” (as the social workers call it) to raise me to believe I was not human. They said the bigger problem is the fact that almost immediately after I was rescued out of that room/cage they kept me locked in for 27 years, the 2006 bomb blew up my house, which the FBI says it was Barbara’s husband Paul Martel who did that, but I don’t know why, as I never met him or even knew about him prior to the FBI arresting him, and the backhoe arrived to drive over my house 5 different times over the next 10 years, same back hoe, same yard, different house each time, as I kept rebuilding houses. Then I found that headless girl in the marsh with all the headless dogs and the FBI thinks one of the Atwaters did it seeing how the headless dogs were lined up in a row from my land to the march, each dog about 500 feet apart (for some reason the Saco and Sanford ward church members forget my land in Old Orchard abuts the Scarborough Marsh and is right on the edge of OOB bordering Pine Point in Scarborough. And that the dead girl in the Scarborough marsh was literally only a few hundred feet away from my driveway… they keep asking why I am obsessed with the Oulette Case, but they forget I’m the one who found the dead girl in the Marsh and that she was set up in a friging ritual pose, practically on my front lawn AND the FBI thinks the whole thing was done in some weird attempt by the Atwaters to frame me, so that I would go to prison for murder and they culd take my land… which it’s always my land and the Atwater obsession with taking it that is at the core of everything)
But in any case, the social workers say that because these events were my very first interactions with Humans, that it instilled in me an psychosis effect of further belief in not being human because I had trouble accepting the fact that I am the same type of creature as the monsters humans are, because, yeah, all I’ve ever seen from humans is death, bloodshed, violence and distruction. I have no reason to WANT to be integrated into a society that leaves headless dogs and headless girls in my front yard.
But then 2013, came along…. Social workers got me into college in 2010, in an attempt to show me that ONLY the Atwaters were shitty bloodthirsty bastards and that MOST humans don’t drop dead headless animals all over their houses and yards the way the Atwares do. And they were right. Humans in college were nothing like the Atwaters and their drug dealing, petty thieve, ganster thugs. The social workers and police keep telling me that this sort of behavior is not normal and that it is ONLY something the Atwaters and their friends do, that normal humans don’t act, do, or say the things the Atwaters do.
But then, I’m constantly running into people who make the claim to “know all about” me and they will spout off this weird freaked out stuff about witchcraft and curses and spelcasting and aliens and ufos and, I’m left totally clueless because I don’t know a single thing at all about witchcraft or curses or spellcasting or aliens or ufo, and I can’t figure out why these people think I have the faintest idea what the fuck they are even talking about.
They’ll say they thought I was some expert in casting curses and say they want to hire me to cast curses on people, and they act like spell casting is some sort of job I do. I don’t know heads or tails about spell casting.
They’ll say, “But your the sea witch of Old Orchard Beach”... yeah, people have been calling me that ever since Stephen King filmed Thinner on my land back in the early 1990s, but, I’ve never read a Stephen King book or seen a Stephen King movie, not even Thinner, so, I haven’t got a clue what is in his books and movies. All I know is he based some “Gypsy witch” in Thinner off me, because I’m the “Queen” (aka Priestess) of a local Gypsy clan. A Gypsy Queen is similar to a Catholic Nun in the Folk Catholicism of Mexico and has nothing to do with witches, witchcraft, spells, or curses, so I don’t know what the fuck Stephen King did in the Thinner movie to make people think I’m some kind of spell casting witch, but, people seem to have trouble understanding that the Thinner movie is FICTIONAL. I’m not a witch and I don’t know the first thing about witches or witchcraft. I haven’t got a clue how to cast spells or curses. And I can’t figure out why so many total random strangers think they can walk up to me at WalMart or Rotary Park or the library and demand I cast some curse on someone for them.
But, when these people do this, and it happens EVERY SINGLE TIME I go outside, which I have agoraphobia, so it’s sometimes weeks or months between my setting foot outside, every single time I go out, some one always identifies me as a witch and watches a curse cast.
At the same time I’ve got these UFO nuts constantly coming up to me asking me this or that about some weird ass alien ufo idea, and I never have a clue what they are talking about, They use all sorts of weird ass words and phrases that I’ve never heard before and gibber on like another language which I can’t understand… but then they act all surprised that I don’t know the meanings of the words they are using, and they’ll say: “But I thought you were supposed to be a top expert on UFOs and alien abductions” and I’m like what the hell are they even talking about and how the hell would anyone in their right mind come to think that I would believe in ufos or aliens, when I think people who believe in ufos and aliens are raving lunatics, my uncle Brucie being a perfect example of a raving lunatic who believes in aliens and ufos.
I don’t get it.
But then, every time this happened, and it just happened again today, because, as you know I’ve not received any mail since May 2022 and I went to the post office yet again today to once again ask where the hell is my mail… and low and behold, I can’t set foot outside without some alien believing, curse believing freak ass weirdo nutjob showing up to ask me to put a curse on someone while gibbering about ufos.
I ask him, where the hell did he get the ludacris idea that I was a witch, that I cast curses, or that I believed in aliens, nd he said: “Well, your mother says on FaceBook…” yeah, my mother is a freaking nut, which is why I’ve had nothing to do with her in decades. She’s a white power freak who runs around calling black people the n-word, is part of the anti-vaccer micro-chip in vaccines conpreracy theory, wouldn’t let me or my brothers go to school because in her words “the government controls the schools, and satan controls the government”, SHE spends 90% of her time running around putting curses on people, all she does is talk about whores and demons, demons and whores, every other word out of her mouth is either demon or whore. And the only time she ever shows up its because she’s trying to pul yet another lame ass scam to try to steal my land because she hated my grandmother and says it’s her life duty to destroy everything that”ever bolgned to that old bitch of a whore” including the farm I inherted from gramy Helen. My mother is spiteful, violent, vindictive, and has a police record for running around beating people in the face with bricks. On top of all of that she’s chronic liar and I’ve never heard a truthful word come out of her mouth.
I am well aware that my mother is the source of 90% of the problem, simply because she’s the biggest fucking gossip in Southern Maine, after he sister Barbara, and the two of them are rather famous all over Maine for thei trouble they have caused HUNDREDS of families. They are petty Karens who devote every minute of their lives to making up vicsious rumors and lies about every person they see, both people they know and people they don’t know.
And thanks to the FBI investigation into the murder of my on, I’ve found out a LOT about both my mother and Barbara and the bizarre, outlandish extremes they each have gone to in their petty vindictivness.
But the fact remains, I’ve not had contact with either of those bitches in several decades, precisely because I am sick and tired of their endless hate for everything and everyone around them. They both do nothing but gossip and lie, lie and gossip, and run around like a couple of teenage brats making a game out of seeing who they can hurt next … they fucking brag about it and spend hours laughing over how fun it is to destroy families.
It doesn’t take any level of intelligence to see that the dynamic trio (Barbara, Brucie, and my mother) are the source of every damn rumor about everyone in York County, Maine.
It’s such a big problem that I’ve had people come to my apartment and ask me if I could ask my mother and her siblings to leave their family alone. The fucking Biddeford Police have stopped by my apartment to ask me if I could do anything about my mother, that’s how I found out it was HER who knows Todd Murphey, because the police came right out and told me that my mother has been harassing Todd Murphey’s ex-wife and 15 year old son on their FaceBook accounts and wanted to know if I could ask her to stop.
No. I can’t. And you know why? Because when I asked her to stop spreading witchcraft and curse casting rumors about me, she arrived the next day and cut my car in half! The 1964 Dodge 330… she said it had a demon in it and she had to kill the demon by killing the car. What the fuck? She’s fucking insane!
And worse… half the time, these people will tell me some name I never heard of. Say this or that person told them I was a witch who cast curses or was some alien expert, and I’ll ask them who the hell is that, and they’ll say: “Oh that’s one of Brucie’s kids” or “David’s kids” or a grandkid… and I’ll point ou that I’ve NEVER EVEN MET Brucie's kids or Davids kids or ANY of the rest of the Atwares.
There are more then four hundred Atwaters, and I’ve meet EXACTLY SEVEN of them in my life time. I don’t even know the names of all the original twelve, let alone the names of their kids or grandkids… why would I? Most of them live in Utah and I’ve not set foot outside of Maine for nearly SIXTY YEARS!
I’ve never in my entire life even talked with an Atwter, not face to face off line, not online.
Because I’ve never even seen pictures of any of the Atwaters, I wouldn’t even know an Atwater if I saw one!
And yet, they run around spouting off things I supposedly said or did, and make the claim I’ve talked to them… and I’m just left wondering who the fuck is running around talking to the Atwaters while pretending to be me, because I don’t even know who the Atwaters are!
Clearly, there is someone out there pretending to be me and the Atwaters think they are talking to me, but they are NOT talking to me, I’m not talking to them, and I want to know in the the fuck is running around pretending to be me?
Its so damned fucking obvious the Atwaters don’t know one iota about me, just by the level of the ludicrous witchcraft, curse, alien, and ufo lies they spread around about me!
I should be able to go to my post office, go shopping, heck just walk down my driveway to get my mail, without being bombarded with stupid ass freaks gibbering about witches, curses, demons, aliens, and ufos! I am so damned sick of my mother and her fucking Atwater relatives…
You know, another thing that’s fucked up about all this and again is my mother running around lying her ass off to hell and back, yet again… is this whole situation with HER cats.
The attack on my family, happened the same day as the whole thing with her cats, and she is so obsessed with the cats, that she has gone out of her way to run around telling people that when I talk about April 10, 2025, I’m talking about HER cats… but, in order to further promote that lie, she also tells people they were MY cats! What the fuck?
You know that Nick guy my mother sleeps around with? The one she broke up his marriage, convinced him to leave his wife and kids down in Mass and move up here to Maine, because she was scamming him… the guy she stole his credit card and went and bought that shed she put on my land, and bought those $2k dogs with, and bought those appliances with, and bought that tractor with, before that Nick guy found out she stole his credit cards? Him.
Did you know, she convinced him that she owned MY land in Old Orchard Beach, and she tried to get him to join her scam, and pretend he was a real estate agent, and my mother and her pimp Nick tried to sell my land last year… and this is not the first time she’s done this.
Did you know, that in 2007, she went to the town hall, pretending to be me, had them divide my land into sections, and then sold one section? That’s why Don Cooliard and his sister have a house in my driveway now… something they built in 2019… and it was when they built the house in 2019, that was when I found out my shit face mother and her jackass whore master Nick, sliced off a peice of my land in 2007 and sold it!
I had no idea they had done it!
That’s the kind of shit faced scum bag scam artist my mother and her fuck buddy Nick are!
But it gets worse.
My mother had 83 cats… eighty three cats.
And she was hiding 113 of them in an apartment owned by this Nick scammer. He found out she had cats in her apartment… guess what day… April 14, 2015. The day before the attack on my farm.
Here’s a thing… did you know there were no locks on the doors of my motorhome? Not one. I bought it February 21, 2012, and first thing I did was took all the locks off, because I have a PTSD phobia of locks, after my mother kept me locked in the room cage thing for 27 years.
And yet… when the vandals showed up with a Blow Brothers sewage truck to fill my motorhome with 500 gallon of raw feces, they had to pry a padlock off the door to get inside. A padlock, that I did not put there.
Do you know how that padlock got there? My mother put it there the night before, when she took HER thirteen cats, and shoved them in my motorhome, without telling me she was doing it… because she had to hide them from Nick.
People often ask, why, I a professional artist whom has had displayed at the Portland Museum of art… don't paint anymore.
It’s because paint supplied are expensive, and 500 gallons of raw human feces not only did $10k in damages to my bedroom, it also destroyed $30k in art materials.
But it gets worse… my mother was two timing Nick with both my father Kenny and her other ex husband Wayne… and on top of that, she was mad at Wayne, so, it turns out, that 7 of those cats were HIS cats, and she had stolen them from HIM…. so not only was she hiding thirteen cats from Nick, but seven of those cats were stolen cats besides!
She put the cats in my motorhome, them, because she is fueding with ALL her whore master fuck buddy men, one of them, the FBI hasn’t figured out which one yet, filled my motorhome with feces out of a Blow Brother’s sewage truck (my cousin Ken Blow is my neighbour, they stole one of his trucks to do it) , and then called the police and told them that the motorhome was HERS, because my mother had been running around telling everybody it was hers, she these guys thought they were pumping sewage into my mother’s bedroom and didn’t know they were pumping sewage into my bedroom.
But, because they DID know that she had put the cats in there, and they were made at both her and Wayne, they thought if they called the police, the police would arrest her and Wayne…
,...however, the gays haters of the local Mormon churches ALSO showed up that same morning, a completely separate incident from the cats, to attack my family, because, earlier that year, I had published a gay Romance novel, called Night of the Screaming Unicorn, and these gay hating church freaks, decided murdering my family was punishment for me publishing a Gay Romance novel.
A fucking five towns worth of police, including a SWAT team showed up… the white robed klan pretenders fled, thep police found the cats, I was left asking “What cats? What are you even talking about?” Later an officer asked me if I knew the cats, and I said, “Yeah, these ones belong to my step father Wayne up in Biddeford and those ones belong to my on the other side of Bideford, how the hell did they get in my motorhome?”
And the court cases people talk about… there where SEVEN different court cases going on all at once, including the Guy Gamon murder trail because he murdered my dog walker who walked my dog when I was sick, which was the big case, that uncovered he was a serial rapist, and went on for several years and included a jury trial.
The murder trail of my family was also going on. Different court case.
And then, my MOTHER had a court case going on with police over the cats, which, in the middle of that, she spun it around, started telling people the cats were mine, and the next thing I knew, there were TWO MORE court cases slapped on me, that I knew nothing about… both an extension of the cat case my mother had going on, because 2 weeks into HER court case about HER cats that SHE hid from Nick in MY motorhome, she had Nick convince the police to switch the case out of her name into my name, because she had convinced Nick that the cats were mine! So all of a sudden, I get this weird court case about HER cats slapped on me, on top of the three murder cases and rape case, that were already going on.
The cat court case lasted less then an hour before the judge threw it out of court, telling some Dan guy that if he ever tried to pull a stunt like this again (apparently he worked for the Old Orchard Beach town hall and had pulled scam court cases to frame disabled women before, because the judge told the Dan guy that this was the 64th bogus case he had done to try to steal land from disabled women in OOB)...... but… the judge was asking me about the cats, and I keep telling him, I don’t know anything about the cats because they were not my cats, they were my mother’s cats, and I still had no clue how they had even gotten in my motorhome in Old Orchard Beach, 14 miles away from Nick’s apartment in Biddeford where they had been for several years before that. Finally the judge asked if someone could get my mother to the court house, and surprisingly she showed up… with Nick of all people… and she boo-hooed to the court about the cats being mine, and my being homeless and living under a tarp (I was still living under the tarp in 2015, but not at the time of the attack… I had just moved in with my dad in Biddeford March 31, 2015 due to I have just come out of intensive surgery and the doctor wanted me to not be sleeping outdoors for the next 6 months because I had intensive amounts of surgery to heal from, so I wasn’t in Old Orchard the day my mother put HER cats in my motorhome and that’s why I had no clue the cats were in there).
Well, the judge got mad at my mother, because it was blatantly obvious to him that the cats were hers, because she was using all the cats’ names, while I didn’t know the cats’ names, and she was describing what they looked like and what breeds and ages they were, while I didn’t know what half the cats looked like, Three of the cats I had never even seen before, and I didn’t know their names. I didn’t know how many cats there were!
The judge outright told my mother to her face that she ought to be ashamed of what she did, framing me and pretending the cats were mine, and he sent the cats to the West Kennebunk Animal Shelter, something we knew right there in the court room, but in order to get pity, and money (my mother started a fund raiser on one of those kickstarter type places) saying she needed to raise money to locate the cats. What the fuck? We knew where the cats were. They were at the West Kennebunk Animal Shelter… she even went there to try to get them back… asked me to drive her there in my car, took Wayne with her because the cats were technically HIS cats that she stole from him… I have the whole thing on video camera, it was livestreamed… she had a big fucking fight with the people at the shelter and they told her they’s arrest her if she ever tried to get near their shelter again.
After that, she built up this weird ass conspiracy that the cats were sent to lots of shelters and foster care… which they probably were., I don’t know… and she went from one animal shelter to the next harassing them.
Meanwhile, her friend Joel Baily hacks my Twitter account and uses it to harass, yet another of my mother’s whore master men that she sluts around with trying to get money out of… some guy named Mark, who I never heard of before, but apparently, he’s been friends with my mother AND my father for some forty odd years, even though I myself had never seen or heard of him before. And yes, the same Joel Bailey from the Saco Ward and Old Orchard Beach town hall who went to prison for hacking the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall bank account and transferring $30MILLION in OOB tax money to members of the Saco Ward church… who it turns out, most of them were the anti-gay attackers in my yard April 10, 2015, which is why 24 members of that church went to prison between 2016 and 2021.
So, I’m still unable to do anything because, you know, still recovering from major spine surgery, because of the golf club attack that murdered my son in 2013, three years earlier, I didn;t have surgery until 2015 and 2016., because of the fucking red tape the USA medical system runs on… here I am, not online at all since November 14, 2013, so I have not yet told anyone about any of the April 10, 2015, and come January 2016, all of a sudden, there’s the Mark guy who crawls out of the woodwork, with yet another court case, this one claiming I was saying stuff on Twittrer about him… and yet, I had never heard of this guy before AND I hadn’t been online since November 14, 2013, so what the fuck? Who the hell is hacking my Twitter account pretending to be me, while harassing this guy I never even heard of before. But by this point FBI Agent Andy Drwer had taken over the whole case, and by June 2016, he found out, yeah,:” it’s your mother’s friends from the Saco Ward church. She’s convinced them the cats were yours and that you need to be punished for animal abuse, that you didn’t even do, by hacking your accounts and framing you” Great. So yet again, my mother and her cat obsession and her Atwater friends, and her Saco ward friends, and her fcck buddies are at the core of all of this, with them once again, putting my name on something I fucking had no part of and didn’t even know anything about! What the fuck!
This court case was ALL livestreamed, you can go watch it on YouTube. The Cat Court case was also live streamed. You can watch that on YouTube too. The murder court cases and the rape court cases, also livestreamed. You can watch them on YouTube too. And then on top of that, was the Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach Court case with the Old Orchard Bach Town Hall… also livestreamed, you can watch that on YouTube as well.
My mother, Nick. all these Saco Ward church people, the Dan guy, the Mark guy, the Gene guy… they are ALL on livestream… the judges, the police officers, the witnesses, the DA, even the FBI agents… all recorded, all livestreamed on Twich, all archived on YouTube, all SEVEN court cases, every day of every trial. You can go watch them all yoursel and see the truth, instead of listening to siller gossip and rumors started by my mother and her Nick buddy trying to cover their asses for trying to steal my land YET AGAIN, via the cats.
But have you ever noticed it is ONLY my mother and Nick talking about the cats in connection to April 10, 2015… do you notice how I never talk about the cats, because… oh look… they were NOT my cats, they were my MOTHER’S cats and that’s why SHE is talking about them?
Did you also notice how, in order to make people believe the cats were mine, that both my mother and Nick, are going out of their way to try to erase the existence of my family that was murdered that same day?
Did you notice how in order to push THEIR cat agenda, my mother and Nick are are doing a major gaslighting move to try to make everyone FORGET what happened two years earlier on November 14, 2013, the day my son was murdered and my spine was broken?
Did you notice how my mother and Nick are trying to use THEIR cats as a slight of hand move, so people wouldn’t see that they DID steal and sell part of my land to Don Colliard in 2007 nd that they tried to sell another section of my land in March 2015… yes, yet another court case which was going on, BEFORE the cats happened, and that the FBI believes my mother and Nick pulled the cat stunt deliberately to try to make people look the other way and forget that she and Nick tried to steal my land only 2 weeks prior to the cat event? Or that she and Nick tried for a THIRD time to steal and sell my land April 2022…
Know the truth.
Those cats were not mine, they never were, and I’m sick and tired of the jack ass fucking animal abuse rumors and lies my mother and Nick are spreading about me… lies that they are spreading ONLY to try to cover up the fact that they were trying to steal my land, to sell my land, so my mother could by some fucking mansion in Kennebunk.
Well guess what… my son is buried on my land, He’s been buried there since November 2013, and it doesn’t matter that there is no house on my land, because my son’s there and I’m never selling it. And my mother and he Nick and Saco Ward and Atwater friends are bunch of fucking scum bags who don’t give a shit about anything but the damned fucking money they think they can get out of my land.
So, we have confirmation that yes, our mail IS being stolen from 146 Portland Ave. As you already know, we have not received mail since May 2022 and it is now March 2023, it's nearly a year. Post office has just been saying "we are short drivers" and has not looked into it... so we went over the heads of the local Old Orchard Beach post office and went to the distribution center, and told the state post master what was going on, they got in touch with our delivery driver, and he has delivered our mail every day, all year, and is baffled because the post office had not alerted him that we were not getting our mail. So, YES, if you live on Portland Ave, in Old Orchard Beach, and have not been receiving mail, and I know most of my neighbors are saying they've not gotten mail in weeks to months, as well, go to the Saco distribution center in the industrial park, and complain there, because tour driver IS delivering daily and has not been missing delivers... all missing mail from Portland Ave is stolen and you need to let them know what mail you have not received to they can get to the bottom of finding who is doing it.
So, while I was at the post office today, seeing how the post office is on the Cascade Road, out here in the Old Orchard Beach section of the Scarbourgh Marsh... I decided to check the family cross, see if the name Todd had been added, seeing how the vandals and shitard harassers can't stop gibbering Todd Murphey this and Todd Murphey that in my driveway, and nope... here it is, https://www.eelkat.com/images/cross.jpg as you can see the only two names are my cousin Timmy Murphy and my uncle Gordon Murphy. No Todd.
You know, I would recommend these shittards take their heads out of their asses, and drive through all the roads of the Scarbourough Marsh. Why?
This cross is one of the more then a hundred crosses in the marsh, which marks the locations of the one hundred and twenty people whom have been beheaded in a four mile radius since June 2001. This cross stand at the Ross Road x Cascade Rd intersection. The Cascade Road, as everyone who watches the local news is aware, is where bulk of the serial killer's attacks have occurred, which is why local news reporters have dubbed the entire case as "The Cascade Murders", officially know to law enforcement as "The Oulette Case".
If you start driving through all the side streets of the Scarbourgh Marsh, you will find there are 120 - one hundred and twenty - of these crosses, some with 5 or more names on them, each marking the location where the the person dubbed by locals as "The Portland Ave serial killer" has murdered 120+ people between June 2001 and February 2021.
For some odd reason, the Sanford Ward LDS church, a church only a 30 minute drive awa from the Scarborough Marsh, is so clueless about the local biome, that they seem to think the ONLY place the Scarborough Marsh exists is across the street from the church owned candy store Len Libby's Chocolates.
Do you recall how people like to dub my land "Etiole's Swamp"... do you know why they do that? Because my land is a literal swamp. It's a peat bog, with more sinking quicksand and 6 foot tall marsh grass, then solid ground. I live IN the Scarbough Marsh, as does EVERYONE on Portland Ave, Ross Road, Pine Point Road, Cascade Road, Walnut Street, East Grand Ave, West Grand Ave, Milliken Mills Rd, and more then 200 - two hundred - other streets in Old Orchard Beach, all of which are located inside the Scarborough Marsh.
The Marsh is not JUST in Scarborough, nor is it just that one quart mile stretch of road across from Len Libby's. The Marsh sits in two countries and five towns, and covers several thousand acres of land... and the Scarborough WalMart and the South Portland Main Mall, both site in the marsh, with both of those mega buildings building on a massive system of concrete pilings to keep them from sinking into the many acres of peat bog that site under each of those buildings.
But do take a drive on the above listed streets in Old Orchard, as well as the following ones in Pine Point: Pine Point Rd, Blue Point Rd, Black Point Rd, Dunstan Corner, Portland Rd aka Rt 1, Payne Rd, and all the little side streets off of each one. In Saco head to Heath St, Jenkins Rd, Flag Pond Rd (stop and see the very real pet cemetery where Stephen King's The Pet Cemetery movie was filmed while you are there), and all their side streets, yes those are in the Scarbourogh Marsh as well... and instead of just blindly driving through the Marsh on your way to work, slow down and start counting the crosses... big white crosses, little white crosses, unpainted wooden crosses, reflector covered orange crosses... see if you can find all one hundred and twenty crosses in the Scarbourogh Marsh... they sit in 5 towns, in 2 counties... and every one of them marks the location of someone who was beheaded by a still uncaught, still actively killing people, serial killer who has plagued the streets in the Portland Ave region of the Scarbough Marsh since June 2001.
But as you can see, it's Timmy Murphy who was beheaded on the Cascade Rd... not Todd Murphy... there's it's cross which has stood there since June 2013.
You know, if these harassers spent more time paying attention to what is going on around them, and less time being self absorbed jerks... they'd know these crosses were here... they'd know, Old Orchard Beach has a serial killer on the lose who has beheaded more then 120 people and left their bodies at cross road intersections all over the marsh... they'd know that this has been going on for 18 years now, and they'd know that my family had been hit by this madman multiple times now, fist killing my cousin Timmy Murphy, then killing my baby and leaving me not only crippled, but also one of only 5 people to live through and survive one of this serial killer's attacks, thus WHY the FBI is so hyper focused on not letting me out of their sight because this killer has a history of not leaving people alive... they'd know that SEVENTEEN families all within a quarter mile section of Portland Ave, between Walnut St and Milekin Miles Rd, 17 families in this space of street, have not only have their families murdered, but their houses bulldozed by a backhoe, and in just those 17 families, in addiction to the dead people, there are also more then FIVE HUNDRED dead pets, including cats, dogs, birds, and horses, every one of which was beheaded and the headless pet hung from rope nooses and draped in trees and porches of the 17 families... something the FBI says is a scene from a Stephen King book, which the serial killer likes to recreate... and then the FBI points out this: each of those 17 families has appeared in The Thinner movie... it's the one common thread for ALL 120+ Scarbourough Marsh killings: every sing victim has somehow been involved in the filming on one of the 14 Stephen King movies which was filmed in Saco, Old Orchard Beach, and Scarboughor back in the 1980s. According to the FBI, EVERY SINGLE ONE of these murders, animal killings, harassments, vandalisms, and hate crimes, can be found in a Stephen King book and this lunatic is recreating "art" in tribute to Stephen King, using the bodies of family members who were involved in the filming of Stephen King's oldest movies.
If these people in the Sanford Ward church would take their heads out of Joesph Smith's ass long enough to look around, they would have known these things were going on, that they were going on to people in their congregation, that several members of their congregation have stopped attended church because they were murdered, that several other members of their congregation no longer attend because like me they are crippled and bed ridden from these attacks, and that 24 members of their congregation no longer attend church because they are in prison for their connections and involvements in these murders.
Heck, these murders have been all over the TV and paper news for 18 years now... you'd think the people of the Saco and Sanford Ward LDS churches - who are the ones in my driveway bitch screaming about Todd Murphey for the past 2 years now - would at least have seen enough TV news or newspaper news... oh look, did you know one of the big name newscasters on TV, someone who has in fact covered the Scarbough Marsh case on TV several times now, is a member of the Sanfard Ward congregation, and even SHE knows what's going on, obviously because she's one of the reporters who keeps showing up to interview all us families who live in in the Scarborough Marsh... so I know not everyone in the Sandford Ward is clueless as to what has been going on in the community round them.... several of these church members are outright screaming, literally screaming from my neighbor's front porch in Biddeford, that they never heard of any of this before... I'm sorry... what the fuck?
The Scarbourough Marsh murders is quite literally the biggest unsolved murder case in all of New England, not just Maine, it's been covered by DateLine, 20/20 and half the crime network tv shows! The fucking planet has heard of it! These people are telling me, literally, while standing on my neighbors front porch and shrieking at the tops of their lungs, that they never heard of this murder case, a murder case I've not stopped talking about for the last 9 years because as of 9 years ago now members of my family have been murdered.. heck, with so many deaths now, it's pretty hard to find any family in the Scarbourough Marsh who DOESN'T have a dead relative killed by this nutjob... and these people, who vandalized our apartment building so bad that the landlord has a repair crew here all of this next upcoming summer... these vandals and hate fueled harassers from the Sandford Ward church, are telling me, that they had no clue any of this was going on?
And worse... y Atwater relatives... they keep showing up and ALSO saying they never heard of this... really? How? I know the FBI has been talking to them about it because they keep showing up in a rage yelling that the FBI was just at their house and it's all my fault and demanding I stop sending the FBI to their house... but I didn't send the FBI to their house, heck, I didn't even know they were related to me, as I never heard of them before they showed up to yell at me, so how the hell do they think I sent the FBI over there? What the fuck?
But also... what the fuck? Family members have been murdered and as far as I know, the FBI is trying to locate every relative to find out if they might have any information about a member of their family being murdered... I mean, if these people really are relatives, like they scream that they are when they are in my yard yelling at me, then, someone in my family being murdered IS ALSO someone in THEIR family being murdered.... and yeah, of course the law enforcement is going to go to every family member and ask for info, that's what law enforcement does, because, they just naturally assume that normal families help each other and WANT to solv a murder that happened in their family.
Which is something FBI Agent Andy Drewer pointed out to me, he said: "The Atware relatives of yours... they're pretty paranoid aren't they? I'm having trouble getting any of them to talk to me. Most slam the door in my face the minute I say I'm with the FBI. They act like they got something to hide. Looks mighty suspicious. Can you think of any reason why any of your uncles might want you dead?" That was the same day he pointed out that his five top suspects for the November 14, 2013 attack were my uncle Bruce, my aunt Barbara, my mother, my father, and Ben. He said he can prove they all knew about the golf club attack, and yet everyone of them is openingly, publicly denying any knowledge of it, and all five of them are doing their most public outspoken, over the top denying it in two places: The Saco Ward LDS Church and the Sandford Ward LDS Church.
And most disturbing of all is this: He says my father was having an affair with a woman named Claire back in the 1970s, and that my father and my mother and Claire and Claire's husband have been feuding since the late 1970s, a fued which goes on to this day... and... that on ALL of my mother's social media accounts, FaceBook, Twitter, Pinterest, everything, are two usernames that show up in her friends' lists: both with the same last name, one using the username Claire while posting a 4 door white truck as her user photo, and the other... wait for it... has the user name: KendraSilvermander".
Yep.
The FBI has found an actual person, a relative, in law of the Atwaters, who goes by the username KendraSilvermander.
Why is this significant?
The people who murdered my son at BugLight Light house art studio at Southern Maine Community College on November 14, 2013, was a blond woman whom the other two called "Claire", a red haired woman who was chanting: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!..." like she was singing a song... both women looked to be in their 60s, and today a decade later, would now be in their mid-70ish, and were with a large bald man, about 30th, today would be about 40ish, and the 3 of them left in a 4 door white pickup truck.
The odd thing is, people don't talk about themselves in 3rd person limited, but, that's what the red haired woman was doing.... and I've seen her before... she showed up at Westbrook Panera 3 different occasions in 2009 and 2010 and in each of those instances also did the same marching goosestep around, back then carrying a white poodle wearing a purple dragon coat... while again saying "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" while also bragging that her father owned Saco FunTownSplashtown USA and having a psychotic meltdown screaming" My chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIR!" Annalese, the woman sitting next to me, another published author, as thi was a NaNoWriMo writer's meeting, who was the NaNoWriMo Ml of Souther Maine, leaned over and whispered to me "That's Kendra Silvermander, she thinks she's he ML, we try to humor her. She can get rather violent if you don't."
Whoever this red haired woman is, she has a server, mega in need of medical care, mental disorder, appears to be incapable of functioning beyond the mental level of a two year old, and is quite proud of repeating her name as fast as an auctioneer. But, she speaks in 3rd person limited about herself, using us and ours and we to refer to herself, and uses the phrase: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" as though it was a period at the end of every sentence. I don't know what sort of a mental disorder she has, but Annelese was right, this woman gets over the top violent, as we quickly saw at Westbrook Panera in 2009, when she started slamming her dog on the table while chanting "My chair", and then quickly lashed out at me, in a mega violent rage of throwing chairs. The restaurant had to drag her out and make her leave.
She repeated this at three different writer's meetings at the Westbrook Panera in 2009 and 2010.
She is the same woman who was ordering/leading/demanding the blond Claire woman's golf club attack at Southern Maine Community college November 14, 2013, murdering my baby and crippling me.
She returned for a 5th attack June 26, 2016, again with the bond Claire woman, this time at Scarborough WalMart, and this time attacking with a shopping cart, this being the attack that caused the inoperable 3 broken vertebrae and the organ and nerve damage which caused my current crippled stat. In this attack, yet again the red haired woman was chanting: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" but this time the blond woman was shrieking: "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband. That thing is Ken's son, look at how IT's dressed! Kill or be killed! Remember Saco Shaws! No more heads in ice cream! End the gaypocalypse! Kill the transvestite freak! Too Gay for the Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach!" This time instead of driving away in a 4 door white truck driven by a bald man, this time he two women were alone and drove away in a gold Volvo late 1990s vintage suv station wagon.
The usernames now showing up on my mother's social media, and the Atwater relative's social media is significant, because, according the these FBI agents.... those are the exact same Atwaters who are REFUSING to talk to the FBI, slamming the doors in the FBI agents faces, and also, are the most vocal on social media in spreading the alien/UFO/witchcraft/cat rumors about me. And the FBI believes they not only know who the golf club murderer is, they likely were involved in planning the November 14, 2013 attack... and every one of them has been seen with the Sanford Ward LDS Church members who are likewise the biggest defamatory gossipers, running around slandering my name with their lies about witchcraft/curses/aliens/ufos/and cats.
AND... on top of that... they ae the EXACT SAME Atwaters ans Sandford Ward church members whom have spent the last two years bombarding my Biddeford apartment with these same rumors while the vandalize the building, which the landlord now has to spend the summer repairing.
AND... these are the same people who are also claiming, they had no clue these murders were going on in the Scarborough Marsh.
Overall... these people who are denying the events of the Scarborough Marsh murders, while simaltaniously going overboard gibbering lies about me online, are really working overtime at making themselves look like they were involved in the November 14, 2013 murder of my son, and making themselves look tremendously guilty of not only knowing who the killier is, but trying to cover up for the killer, and attempting to gaslight me with their weird alien rumors, in an attempt to make people not see their connection to the killer, that they are trying so very blatently to hide and are only succeeding and shining a mega sized spotlight of suspision on themselves, leaving everyone who is watching them doing it to ask: What the fuck did they do, that they are trying to hide so damned bad, that they are going mega big time slanderfeat screaming about aliens and ufos all over social media, trying to convince people that I believe in aliens and ufos when there are 40+ years of documented evidance of me debuncking aliens and proving their ufo accusations to a be a hoax they created to cover their own asses over a drug raid from 1982? And now they are rearing up their alien accusations again, which again, I can prove to be a hoax, because... what are they trying to cover up THIS time? Last time they rolled out the alien accusations they were trying to blame literal toddlers for the 1982 drug raid, by saying that 4, 5, and 6 year old children saw aliens... 72 people were arrested in the 1982 drug raid... there were no aliens... if anyone was seeing aliens, it was the drug addicted having drug induced hallucinations... and yet, those same drug dealers, now out of prison, are once again pointing to aliens, this time because they are mad that the FBI showed up to ask if they knew anything about the murder of my son.
???
Can I ask, what the fuck does not real, fictional aliens they saw because of drugs, during a 1982 drug raid, what does that have to do with my son being murdered?
And are they really that retarded that they think I control the FBI and tell the FBI what to do? What the fuck? Them coming over here and screaming for me to stop sending the FBI to their house, when I didn’t even know these people were relatives, never heard of them before, and wouldn’t even have had a way t tell the FBI a blooming thing about them at all, just makes them look suspicious, because for one thing: who even are these people? I still don’t know who they are! And for another thing, why do they think I sent the FBI over to them? And again: who are they? There are over 400 Atwaters and I’ve only ever met 7 of them, I don’t know the names or faces of any of the others, I don’t even know all the names or faces of the original 12, so I can’t figure out how they’d think I would know the names or faces of any of the kids, grandkids, or great grandkids of the original 12. What the fuck?
How are the Atwaters so full of themselves that they think I would have one iota of a clue anything about them, when I’ve never met them and I don’t even know their names… and also… why would I care? Tell me that? Do you know any sane person who knows the names of their parents in-laws.
Yes… my parents in-laws… in-laws of in-laws… not even blood relatives, but the aunts, uncles, cousins, grandkids, and great grandkids of in laws of my parents’ in laws… who in their right mind would even know the names of such distant relatives…
You, reading this right now… can you name your parent’s cousins? Do you know the names of your mother’s uncle’s great grand kids? Do you?
Can you see how utterly stupidly ridiculous the Atwaters are being, when they show up here yelling and screaming, and expect that I should know who they are or what the fuck they are talking about:
Newsflash: normal people don’t live in 400 person large family herds.
Normal people don’t live in herds.
Normal people don’t swamp in shark style frenzies in the driveways of distant relatives of your great grand pappies 5th removed cousin of an in-law, either. What the actual fuck?
And on top of everything else, there are Awaters running around screaming that I am vandalising some grave… the grave of a distant relative whom I never heard of before, so I don’t even know where the grave is… when I’m here bedridden and crippled and not even capable of going to visit my own son’s grave because… oh look: I’m crippled and stuck in bed with a broken spine and severed spinal cord for the past nine years!
You know… if you are going to accuse someone of going somewhere to vandalize something, you might want to first make sure that person is not wheelchair bound, bedridden, and crippled for a decade with a broken spine, so unable to even get to the place you are accusing them of going!
Also… since the day my son was murdered, I have a camera running 24/7 so, it’s pretty foolish of you to lie about me when I can not only prove you are lying, I can also prove every time you’ve been screaming in my driveway, because I have you on camera. They didn’t think of that did they? Oh no, of course not, why would they? They were too busy thinking about those aliens and witches they can’t stop gibbering about.
But look at this cross... Do you remember Timmy Murphy? He was the 5 year old with curly black hair, who was also accused of aliens during that 1982 drug raid. They called us The White Monkey Children, because we found Helen Pearly's missing pet white monkey. And the people arrested during the 1982 drug raid, many of them Atwaters, pointed to that white monkey that had escaped from White Animal Farm, a zoo in Old Orchard at the time, they pointed to that white money and called it an alien. Helen Pearly, look her up, is the founder of the Scarbourgh Marsh preserve, an animal preserve that started out with one pet white monkey, and is today, many thousands of acres of protected land known by the name The Scarboughorgh Marsh.
Can you see NOW why the idiots screaming aliens are seen as so damned idiotic?
But can you also see the names on the cross?
https://www.eelkat.com/images/cross.jpg
There were 31 children involved in helping Helen Pearly capture her escaped pet white money.
Drive through the scarborough marsh looking at the names of the beheaded victims on those crosses... 29 of the 31 White Monkey Children are now dead, killed and tossed in the marsh, where 40 years ago, they helped little old lady look for her lost pet albino monkey.
Every one of them accused of being alien abductees; accusations which was screamed ONLY by the drug dealers and drug users of the 1982 drug raid, which took place in the Scarbourough Marsh.
The only people who accuse me of aliens are the people now out of prison, who went to prison because of the 1982 drug raid... a drug raid known to locals as "The 458 Shoot Out" due to one woman screaming "Four! Five! Eight!" in between each time she loaded up her shotgun.
Everybody that has shown up in the marsh since June 2001, has been either one of the now adult White Monkey Children, or one of their children or grandchildren.
EVERY - SINGLE - ONE.
Go to the marsh, look for the crosses. Read the names. My cousin Timmy Murphy's cross is not the only one and if you open your eyes and start looking at the side streets all through the marsh, you'll see one hundred and twenty of these crosses, some with 5 or more names on them. Crosses the entire country has seen on Dateline, 20/20, and dozens of unsolved crime shows... crosses that the Atwarers and their friends at the Sandford Ward church, are right now, this very week, posting all over social media, claiming aren't there, claiming I'm the only one talking about them, when clearly I'm not seeing hoe Dateline and 20/20 are pret big international news shows... and also claiming "Yeah EeelKat's crazy, she believes in aliens" when its extremely well documented my not believing in aliens and my debunking alien abductions as hoaxes... and these same people are also trying to convince people on social media "cats!".... but the cats were my mother's not mine, and my son was murdered November 14, 2013, two years before my mother's cat incident occurred.
These people are making total idiots of themselves, because all any one has to do is look up the new reports about the Scarbourough Marsh murders and the Cascade Murders to see that since June 2001, a LOT of people here in the marsh have been murdered, and originally they were not thought to b connected, but, now it is known that they are.
I wish these crazy ass Atwaters and their weird Todd Murphy obsessed Sanford Ward lunatics and their alien abduction ufo nuts, would leave me and my family alone. I don’t know what their problem is or why they are so obnoxiously hell bent on stalking my family and harassing us like this, but I am getting pretty damned sick of it. I have enough shit to deal with with, oh, I don’t know, half my family being murdered, my son’s killer still being on the loose, 9 years bedridden and still relearning to walk, … I don’t need these fucktards jumping into my life and trying to grab their 15 minutes of fame by tampering with the FBI’s investigation into hunting down my son’s murderer.
Know the truth. The truth will set you free.
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Years ago, I had a Squidoo lens article titled "Creating Character Profiles" (http://www.squidoo.com/character-development-questions) which was a list of questions to ask your characters to help you flesh them out. Many readers have requested its return, (Squidoo went offline in 2013 and a month later a crazed psycho showed up at Southern Maine Community College and tried to kill me leaving me paralyzed for 5 months and relearning to walk for 18 month, thus why the page went offline and I was unable to put it back online) and as I was getting ready to bring it back, it occurred to me that better then just a list of questions, why not I actually SHOW you how I take that list of questions and use it to build my characters?
And so, I'm creating this series of pages, each one featuring a different character, with the same questions being answered.
At the end of the profile, you will find the list of questions, which you can use for your own characters.
Quaraun is the main character of The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane, which is the prequel of The Twighlight Manor series.
He is also my long running Player Character that I play as in Dungeons & Dragons SpellJammer, RavenLoft, and Temple of Elemental Evil campaign settings.
Additionally he is the Elf I life act in OtherKin things.
He is also the character you see me CosPlaying at conventions, or just around town, and at WalMart doing my daily shopping.
And yes, he is a transvestite.
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No matter where you go in the world, every one knows the story....
Once upon a time there was an evil Faerie King turned Necromancer who hated Elves, lead his armies marching across the world slaughtering every Elf in every village he passed. When he grew old, he murdered his 13 generals and turned them into Liches, then he commit suicide to turn himself into a Lich too. Together the Lich Lords continued their reign of terror slaughtering Elves across the planet.
One day they came to a village where lived a powerful wizard. As they did every where they went, the Liches slaughtered the Elves. Every last one.... except the wizard, who somehow survived.
Now the last of the Moon Elves roams the world in search of the Liches who killed his people. Becoming ever more powerful, learning all he can, becoming the world's most feared and most powerful wizard.... a Lich Hunter hell bent on vengeance, out to save the world and destroy the monsters who destroyed his people...
No matter where you go in the world, no one knows the truth....
Once upon a time there was a sad and lonely Elf, cast out by his people for being too different, too emotional, too liberal, too accepting of non-Elves, too willing to accept half-Elves as valuable members of society. Cast out of his society, left to die in the desert. He was rescued by a tribe of Demons who taught him their ways and their magic.
When his Demon "family" was killed, he returned to his real family, only to be treated far worse than he had been before. Beaten, tortured, mutilated, traumatized, cut off from the Elven hive mind, and left hanging upside down in a tree in the forest, bleeding to death, used by his own people, as bait to catch an evil Elf Eating Faerie King.The King of the Faeries - a vicious war lord, found the gutted Elf hanging in the tree and took pity on a wounded Elf wizard and nursed him back to health. For 30 years they lived together. The two became lovers.
For an Elf and a Faerie to be lovers was forbidden by Elf law. The Elves viciously attacked and tortured them both. Mortally wounded the Faerie King commit suicide to end his suffering rather than linger on in agony for weeks. Devastated, the Elf used the magic he'd learned from the Demons to resurrect the Faerie King as a Lich.
And now the Elf, a Necromancer with a Lich at his command, unleasehed the Lich on the Elves to punish them for killing his lover. With every Elf dead, the Lich escaped it's bottle, not returning to it's Necromancer.
Now, Quaraun, the last Moon Elf, The Pink Necromancer, driven to the brink of insanity, murderer of the other Elves, roams the planet, a Lich Hunter, not hunting Liches to kill them and save the world, but rather searching for his undead lover that they may be reunited, caring nothing for the world or any one in it, desiring only to be with his lover once again.
Serial killer, time traveller, builder of the Twighlight Manor.... these are the Adventures of Quaraun the Insane.
While Quaraun has a last name (as do most aristocrats), last names were uncommon in medieval times, thus he almost never uses it.
His name is Quaraun Swanzen.
The general public refers to him as Quaraun the Insane.
While he does suffer from Autism, Quaraun is not actually insane. However in medieval time period the word Autism or Autistic did not exist and Autistics were often referred to as "the village idiots". The diagnosis of "clinical insanity" was applied to Autistics until as late as the 1960s.
Quaraun does not use the title himself and can often be seen asking people to "Please stop calling me insane."
Quaraun was originally created in the 1970s for the Twighlight Manor series where he was known as The Grand High Emperor of the Triple Planets.
The primary villain, a mass murdering serial killing Necromancer in the Twighlight Manor series, at fan request, I now feature him as the main character in a new series to tell the story of his life, how he went from childhood to adulthood and when on to become the most feared man to ever walk the face of the Earth.
The short stories featuring him as a main character appeared on FanFiction.net through out the1990s into the 2000s, until it, along with 11,000 other authors' work, got deleted in 2012's Adult Purge of FF.net.
He did not make his appearances as the main character of any novel until the mass market American release of The Night of the Screaming Unicorn September 4, 2014.
Quaraun is born around the year 983 and dies around the year 1733 (living about 750 years).
Most of the series takes place during a very small time frame between 1450 and 1530
Little is known as to how Quaraun got his name.
Quaraun is in fact an old Persian name that means "one who walks with God". In the context of the Quaraun series, the Di'Jinn priests say his name means "The Sacred Pink Jelly Fish" lives within him. This indicates that Quaraun's name was something else prior to his having been implanted with the Thullid Jelly Fish, that the Di'Jinn priests call "The Sacred pink Jelly Fish."
There is some debate over wither or not Quaraun is actually Quaraun's birth name.
Quaraun was 3 years old when he witnessed his father murder his mother. This event traumatizes him into and throughout adulthood. His father begins plotting to kill him. To save the boy's life, Quaraun's uncle sells the boy to a Di'Jinn priest.
The Di'Jinn priest (ZooLock) take the young bory from the cold forests of Quebec and raises him in the burning deserts of Persia.
It is believed that it was ZooLock who in fact gave the boy the name Quaraun.
However, Quaraun himself is unable to remember if he had been given a different name at birth or not. As Quaraun is the point of view character for the series, the reader only knows as much as Quaraun does. If Quaraun does not know the answer, there is no omnepresent narrator there to tell the reader "oh by the way, this is the thing he forgot..."
Quaraun likewise can not remember the names of his father, mother, uncle, sisters, or his first 2 wives. For this reason they are never given names.
The Quaraun series, is told by Quaraun, to a psychiatrists in White Rock Asylum For The Criminally Insane, during the final days of his life. Because it is being told by an old man with failing memory, the reader sees the world as exactly as he remembers it, complete with nameless characters, half-remembered events, etc.
Thus as Quaraun does not know who it was who named him, neither does the reader. The assumption however is that a French Canadian Elf would have had a French Canadian Elvish name, and not a Persian name, and as he was raised from a young age by a Persian priest, it is assumed ZooLock changed the boy's name upon buying him.
Quaraun is very short and often complains of his lack of height. As a child he was bullied by other children, who called him "a runt" indicating that in childhood he was short as well.
Knowing his lack of height bothers him, Quaraun's primary lover Unicorn (a Faerie shapeshifter) stays shifted into a Human form that is much shorter then Quaraun.
Quaraun is 5'6" and Unicorn 5'1", both of them are quite a bit shorter then GhoulSpawn, who is described as being "nearly a foot taller than Unicorn". This would make GhoulSpawn around 6'1".
Quaraun's white hair turns silver after prolonged sun exposure
Moon Elves are a very distinctive race of Elf, noted for their almost always being born white albinos. Thus Quaraun has milk white hair, as well as matching milk white skin.
Quaraun's kin burns very easily. Because of his overly pale complexion, Quaraun avoids being outdoors during mid-day. He, Unicorn, GhoulSpawn, and sometimes also FarDarrig, are frequently seen in taverns, bars, pubs, etc, around noon time as it is difficult for Quaraun to be outdoors during bright sunlight hours.
Quaraun has Autism and is thus compelled to walk long distances, sometimes 15 to 20 miles per day. He gets up before the sun rises and often does not stop after the sun sets. He stops when the sun his high in the sky, however, and seeks shade or being indoors.
Prolonged exposure to sunlight, gives his hair a grey or silver tint to it, as can be seen in the cover art of "My Two Favorite People".
Quaraun has superstitions regarding his hair. There exists magic users who are superstitious and BELIEVE a certain object gives them power. In actuality the object is their "focus" which they use when meditating, so the object itself doesn't give them power, but rather allows them to focus their mind.
Most magic users however actually believe they get their power from their focus object and so will not go anywhere without it. For some it's a crystal or crystal ball, or palm stone, for others it's pendant of bracelet... for my main character, Quaraun, it's his hair.
Quaraun believes that if he cuts his hair he will lose his powers. He came by this belief, because he has really long hair, and it takes him several hours each morning to brush it. One day he noticed that after spending 3 hours brushing his hair, his ability to do magic was stronger. What actually happened was the act of brushing his hair put him into an euphoric meditative state, and has nothing to do with magic, but because he's a Wizard and therefor highly superstitious, he came to believe that his long hair was the source of his power. The result of which is he eventually has 12 foot long hair, that becomes totally unmanageable and constantly in his way, but he completely refuses to cut it.
Being a Moon Elf, and thus being an albino, Quaraun thus has pale, nearly colourless eyes.
His eyes are an icy translucent crystal blue. The iris are heavily veined, with the many shades of pale blue clearly defined, giving his eyes an almost stripped appearance.
Shining a light directly on his face, reveals that this icy blue is actually an optical illusion, and his eyes are in fact pale pink with dark red pupils.
Being an albino, in actuality, his eyes have no colour at all and what you are seeing is a reflection of the light on his blood vessels.
When people first meet him, they mistake him for a woman, due to his small frame, delicate features, smooth hairless face/body, long silky hair, and of course the fact that he's wearing very distinctive female garments.
He wears cloths similar to that of a traditional Persian Muslim woman. Thus wears a hijab and face veil over his face, and long flowing floor length dresses with sleeves to his finger tips. His dresses, robes, and veils are all of bright bubblegum pink, heavily embroidered with dark pink & purple hearts, squid, and jellyfish.
The colour pink, is worn by all the members of The Order of the Di'Jinn, and wearing dresses, even the men, is because they worship The Sacred Pink Jelly Fish (a type of Thullid), a very Lovecraftian style pink Demon Goddess who's an alien Jelly Fish trapped on Earth, after her home planet burned up when her sun supernovaed. Most of the Demons who worship her, in fact also aliens, and are Squid Headed Humanoids from Neptune's Moon (no one knows which one). They wear pink because their goddess is pink, and wear dresses because she is female.
However, when people talk to him, they immediately realize he is a male as soon as he starts talking.
He is described as having "a deep voice that is unmistakably male".
A list of his piercings/etc are as follows:
Full details on his jewelry, the religious symbolism behind why he wears it can be found here.
Quaraun was born in the Moon Elf Village in Ivujivik, Quebec. It is unknown the name of the village, as he left there in early childhood and is an old man with failing memory at the time he is telling the story.
Many place names and character names are deliberately left of of the series. This is because the elderly Elf is unable to remember them. The reader sees the places and characters as the very elderly, Quaraun remembers them and not as they actually were/are.
Quaraun's description of the Moon Elf Village does not match with the actual landscape of Ivujivik, Quebec, which lead the psychiatrists who were interviewing him to believe that he was in fact born in a region near Inuvik, but not Ivujivik itself. The exact location of the Moon Elf Village is therefore unknown.
At the age of 3 years old, Quaraun, his mother, and his uncle (the Moon Elf King) were attacked by Thullids. All 3 of the Moon Elves were murdered that day. Their bodies implanted with Thullids, who eat the internal organs of the 3 dead Elves and then reanimated their dead bodies.
No one knew the Moon Elves were now empty husks with alien jelly fish Demons living inside them.
Normally Thullids would only implant adults, so implanting a small child was unusual. Because he was a Thullid, his growth was stunted and thus Quaraun remained a very small Elf, never fully growing to the size of an adult.
Shortly after this attack, Quaraun's father noted that Quaraun was acting like a Faerie Changeling, and that his wife was not acting herself anymore. The angry Elf accused his wife of adultery with a Faerie, claiming Quaraun was a half-Elf, then dragged her out into the center of the village for a public execution.
The entire town joined him in stoning the poor she-Elf for the sin of bedding with a Faerie. In doing so, they smashed her skull open, revealing a white tentacled jellied slime demon, living inside her hollowed out brainless skull. Realizing a Thullid was among them the Elves went into a mass frenzy and tore the little Slime Demons to shreds.
To save the boy's life, the King quickly took Quaraun and sold him to a Di'Jinn priest.
The priest took Quaraun to Persia, where he was raised in the Temple of the Di'Jinn, submitted to the rigorous training of becoming a Wizard of the Di'Jinn Order.
Because of this Quaraun grew up to be a Di'Jinn Wizard-Priest.
Where did the idea for him come from?
While Quaraun's character was floating around the Twighlight Manor series since the 1970s, unnamed, and just a plot device who never made an appearance on page, he did not become the drug addicted, bumbling, drunk wizard he is today, until 2012.
My game group was setting up a new Dungeons and Dragons setting and the DM thought it's be nice f someone could place a drug, drug addict wizard. Well, here I was already playing a very psychedelic hippie wizard, so, it was my character who got picked for the scene when it happened in game.
1 drunk wizard... needed to go talk to frogs...and defeat mushrooms (it was a weird game.)
Yep.
1 drunk wizard.
Got one of those.
Got 3 of those actually.
Plus one is also an opium addict and another is an LSD addict. AND they are the guys you would send for if you need help... provided you could first drag them from the tavern and sober them up enough to get them casting the right spells at the right people, that is! LOL!
His inability to cast spells properly is why he gets called "Quaraun the Insane" which he hates.
How my player character went from just a wizard to an insane drunk, drug addict wizard, got started was in a AD&D2ed Temple of Elemental Evil Campaign, using our Elf wizards we had already been using in SpellJammer. He was just your average ordinary bumbling wizard when I designed him, but then one of the other player's drugged his flask, and the DM had this randomized fumble chart he wanted to try out, and next thing we knew, the wizard was casting stuff like "dancing hippos" (which brought a purple hippo in a tutu into the battlefield) and "raining hearts" (candy hearts rained from a rain cloud over the wizards head for hours).
(YES - this is why some people hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE the SpellJammer setting - wait til Rhino Warriors attack, riding on Giant Space Hamsters - these are ACTUAL things you can find n the SpellJammer handbooks. - Did I mention SpellJammer was basical Elves on drugs? Best D&D setting EVER! Insanity in space. Definitely not for the player looking for a serious game, that's for sure! LOL!)
And yes, all the things that happened to him in game, does show up in the novels.
We had 5 players who were wizards (the DM thought it would be nice to try a all one class game) and no one knew who it was who was drugging the others' drinks, so all the wizards blamed each other and were casting spells to drug each other.
We ended up with an entire party of drunk, drug addict, extremely high, High Elf wizards who couldn't get anything done, because we were too busy tossing pink hamsters and purple bats at each other. One wizard turned another wizard into a parrot, so the parrot wizard spent every turn as a parrot (the spell lasted like 5 or 6 turns) saying:
"I sit on his head in poop in his face."
DM would roll the dice and be: "He has successfully sat on your head and shit in your face.... I bet you wish you hadn't turned him into a parrot now?"
Our poor DM.
He'd give us these options to go hunt monsters and all we were doing was looking for taverns to get drunk at and towns to blow up with our miscast spells.
It was hysterical. Then after the game ended (months later - ended with us going off to attack Orcs while we were all high and drunk, and we together cast this massive multi-wizard spell, that ended up blowing up the whole mountain and us along with it) I changed Quaraun's character in the Twighlight Manor series, dramatically, to have him match the way I had played him in game, resulting in the character he is today in the Quaraun series.
It is so much fun writing a wack-a-doodle wizard. :)
Fantasy has way too many serious wizards. Bumbling wizards are way better. I think Fantasy novels need more of them.
And there is nothing more fun in AD&D then playing a high Spelljammer High Elf. You want a night of absolute insanity, you want to play SpellJammer, or is you need something even more psychotically insane, you can try to find 1st ed game setting Metamorphosis Alpha. It's even more insane then SpellJammer.
Quaraun is nervous and flighty.
He tends to be too scared to have any other mood.
When he gets highly agitated, he starts punding.
If he feels relaxed and safe (which rarely happens) he becomes cheerfully, chipper, and happy.
With great difficulty.
He's been hurt too many times by too many people.
In every case of him learning to trust someone (including Unicorn and GhoulSpawn) the trust develops slowly over time, after he has been seriously wounded and the person took care of him, protecting him and keeping him safe.
How Quaraun met Unicorn: Unicorn took care of Quaraun after the Moon Elf villagers vivisected him.
How Quaraun met GhoulSpawn: GhoulSpawn took care of him, after soldiers from the future fell out of a portal and gunned him down.
How Quaraun met his 2nd wife: His 2nd wife (whose name he can't remember) took care of him when he fell from the top of the haunted lighthouse breaking both his legs.
How Quaraun met Pippiatta: His 3rd wife Pippiata took care of him when he was wounded by Elf breeder Zebulon.
In all 4 of these instances, he was seriously injured and bedridden for a period of many months.
He grew up with insanely radical white power fanatics. He saw them kill in the name of purifying their race.
Around strangers: very dry.
Alone with his family: very cheerful.
DO NOT TOUCH HIM.
DO NOT STEP IN HIS PERSONAL SPACE.
Quaraun keeps an invisible barrier around himself that he refers to as his "personal space". If you step into it, you will witness an over sensory Autistic meltdown, that for most people is one of the most frightening things they've ever seen.
No.
It is difficult even for Unicorn or GhoulSpawn to get him to open up and talk about personal things and he is closer to them than anyone else.
Quaraun suffers from horrific night terrors.
Not really.
Quaraun is disgusted with his racist people and their culture of hate, thus why he killed every one in his village and became a wandering vagabond.
He retains some level of pride in his religion and does proudly introduce himself as "a Wizard of the Di'Jinn Order" though he stopped practicing his religion decades ago.
He is happiest when he and his family are alone in his gardens at his house (Black Tower).
When on the road, travelling, he feels safest at night when he has both Unicorn and GhoulSpawn in bed with him, one sleeping to either side of him. The 3 wizards often sleep curled up together hugging each other.
Quaraun is extremely nervouse and shy, and will not have sex with anyone unless he is fully relaxed and believes they are in a safe place were they will not be disturbed.
This is due to the day he was attacked (and nearly castrated) by the Moon Elf villagers. The Elves had stormed in and attacked both him and his lover, dragging him out of bed and viciously mutilating him, resulting in the extremely disfiguring scars on his belly, groin, genitals, and thighs.
This event also resulted in his phobia of sleep in an actual bed.
Quaraun refuses to climb into a bed. As a result of this, Unicorn, every night, builds a massive bird nest like structure out of piles of throw pillows and covered with soft fur pelts, with silk kimono used as blankets.
All 3 wizards sleep together in this fur bird nest "bed". Unicorn often purrs and chirps like a mother hen, to sing the frightened Elf to sleep.
In this soft fur nest, with his body squished between Unicorn's and GhoulSpawn's, is when Quaraun feels safest and most comfortable. Because of Quaraun's fear of being naked, they often do not undress fully before going to bed, instead wearing thin silk Yukata (sleeping kimono). Once they have got him relaxed, both Unicorn and GhoulSpawn together will make love to and have sexual intercourse with Quaraun. Quaraun bottoms for both of them. While anal sex does happen, Quaraun often is not relaxed enough to allow it without injuring him, thus frontage and a lot of manipulation with hands, mouths, and tongues is a far more common practice between the 3 wizards.
And while we are on the topic...
One of the most common questions I get from readers is:
Are your male characters circumcised?
No.
All 3 of them are uncircumcised, and sex scenes between them often involve a lot of foreskin stimulation.
As Quaraun does not relax often, sex scenes are uncommon in the series. If there is a sex scene between Quaraun and Unicorn and GhoulSpawn, all 3 of them together, you know that Quaraun is fully at ease and comfortable with his surroundings.
Being alone with Humans.
Being in a tavern, when a large group of Humans walks in.
Humans in general, especially if they are The Blue Monsters with their black and white screaming demons*, found in every modern Human town.
*Police officers and squad cars.
Yes. GhoulSpawn.
And it is very obvious.
Quaraun baby's GhoulSpawn a lot. This often causes jealousy issues with Unicorn.
GhoulSpawn is quite a bit younger than Quaraun, by almost 500 years. Quaraun often treats GhoulSpawn as though he was a child, which GhoulSpawn doesn't always like.
Quaraun dotes on GhoulSpawn, often buying him very expensive and very rare gifts.
He later does the same thing with his 3 youngest sons: Vielder, Melaca, and Gwaneesh.
Shortly before his death, Quaraun takes an unusually obsessive interest in his grandson Roderic. Babying him much in the same way he had previously done with GhoulSpawn.
Upon his death, it is discovered that Quaraun left his entire estate: the Twighlight Manor, Black Tower, and Fire Mountain with it's vast hoard of dragon gold... to Roderic.
Roderic Swanzen, Lord of the Twighlight Manor, is of course the main character of the Twighlight Manor series.
In 1983 a short story was released, revealing that Fire Mountain had been destroyed in a freak eruption. For the first time revealing that Fire Mountain was our real world Mt Saint Helen.
Quaraun does not like to be seen naked. He is very modest (when not drunk.)
(When drunk he is known to throw his clothes off and act very slutty.)
Quaraun is very embarrassed by the extremely disfiguring scars on his belly, groin, genitals, and thighs, and is careful to never reveal them to anyone.
Early in the series he did not yet have the scars and allowed Unicorn to undress him before sex. There was then a space of several years they were separated. When reunited (in Night of the Screaming Unicorn), Unicorn is puzzled when he goes to undress Quaraun, and the Elf quickly clutches his kimono shut refusing to allow Unicorn to see him naked, even though they had both previously seen each other naked many times. It takes Unicorn several hours to finally get Quaraun to tell him about the scars, and then several more hours to let Unicorn see them, which Quaraun only allows briefly before covering himself again.
GhoulSpawn sees the scars for the first time in Lich Lord's Lover, after a very drunk, jealous, and angry Unicorn strips Quaraun naked and throws him on top of GhoulSpawn. Resulting in Quaraun running into the forest ashamed and terrified, later to be comforted by GhoulSpawn in the what is the first time Quaraun and GhoulSpawn have sex together.
Unicorn catches them together and tries to kill GhoulSpawn, resulting in Quaraun attacking Unicorn by casting a deadly spell that he quickly regrets casting.
The entire novel, shows the 3 wizards in one of their worst times ever, as their relationship falls apart, with the 3 of them no longer daring to be close to each other. They eventually patch things up and become a trio of lovers. But prior to Lich Lord's Lover the sex scenes were only between Quaraun and Unicorn, never including GhoulSpawn.
The whole ordeal is probably Quaraun's single most mortifyingly embarrassing moment in life.
Not either, really.
Quaraun tends to be too scared of everything to see either bright or dark sides.
Though a very strictly moral person early on in life, at around 70 years old (the equivalent of a 17 year old Human), he meets BoomFuzzy the Unicorn.
Before meeting BoomFuzzy Quaraun was a virgin, who had no knowledge or concept of sex, had no knowledge of the existence of drugs or alcohol, shunned the idea of Necromancy, and had never swore.
BoomFuzzy was a foul mouthed, perverted, chemist/drug dealer, who took delight in drugging Quaraun's food and drink so that he could sexually abuse the young boy.
While BoomFuzzy was nothing more then a dirty old man who had found an innocent playmate, Quaraun fell deeply in love with the old Faerie, not realizing that the Fae did not love him back and was just using him.
Quaraun was devastated when BoomFuzzy died and sunk into deep, suicidal depression. Not realizing that BoomFuzzy had been drugging him for several years, Quaraun also was suddenly off drugs cold turkey when BoomFuzzy died, resulting in a massive fit of withdrawal that sent him into a murderous melt down resulting him killing his 4 children, whom he deeply loved and later upon realizing what he had done, would be forever tormented by their souls haunting him. The guilt caused by the murder of his children, would go on to shatter his sanity and send him into a fit of depression and guilt that slowly crushed his ability to function over the years.
All of this resulted in Quaraun turning to drugs, first opium, then Faerie Wine, and later LSD, as a way to bury his sorrows.
Later in life, Quaraun tries to continue his earlier strict moral lifestyle as a priest, which leads to him living a double life, trying to be publicly seen one way, while in private still living his life another way.
Throughout most of the series Quaraun has difficulty doing every day normal activities, due to his seriously out of control drug addiction problem.
Quaraun is an opium addict, his primary lover (Unicorn) is a candy maker (chemist/drug dealer), and his secondary lover (GhoulSpawn) is an LSD addict.
Quaraun is usually very mellowed out and kind of drifts along mindlessly through novels. It's difficult to get him angry. It's often difficult to get him to stand up or in many cases it is often even more difficult to get him to realize that he's not standing up.
Quaraun's mellowed out drifting through life is the opium, which he often is unaware he has taken, as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, puts opium (among other things) in his eggnog, which Quaraun drinks every night before bed. Because Quaraun isn't actively taking drugs himself and is rather being drugged on a not consistent basis by Unicorn, you see him having wild mood swings with frantic terrified fits of night terrors that are absolutely horrific for both Quaraun and the people around him who are witnessing it. Opium has some of the worse withdrawal symptoms of any drug out there and they are displayed very accurately in the Quaraun series.
GhoulSpawn is high strung, nervous, and is often in a dazed, confused state not always knowing when or where he is, and he also sees strange Elf-eating pink animals chasing him everywhere he goes.
While Quaraun and Unicorn are from the 1400s and are using raw drugs mixed in old school methods, GhoulSpawn is teenager from the 1970s. His first car (which he brings with him to the past) is an orange 1974 AMC Gremlin that was abandoned by hippies fleeing police. The car is stashed full of LSD. The combination of the car, the LSD, and his being a Dungeon Master results in him becoming a time traveller and being stuck in the 1400s with Quaraun and Unicorn and a car that most 1400s folk mistake for being a monster.
Quaraun and GhoulSpawn are both High Elves (Quaraun being a Moon Elf and GhoulSpawn being a Sun Elf) while BoomFuzzy is a Faerie Horse (a Phooka which is similar to a Kelpie and is a type of Unicorn).
While the Faerie himself rarely uses the drugs he makes, he is a trickster Fae and finds great fun in watch his two High Elf companions go out of their heads (either from taking too much of something or from going too long without something and sinking into absolutely insane withdrawal fits of hysteria.)
Both of the High Elves are jittery, paranoid, prone to panic attacks, and have hallucinations on a frequent basis, all of which are side effects of the drugs they are on.
GhoulSpawn is constantly giving Quaraun sugar cubes, which Quaraun doesn't realize are drugs and thinks are candy.
Nearly every novel in the Quaraun series includes a scene with at least one of the 3 of them making or using drugs, and nearly always spells out step by step, very accurate instructions on how to grow, find, harvest, and make said drugs.
The actual recipe for BoomFuzzy's Eggnog can be found in Summoner of Darkness. If you ever tried to actually make it, you'd probably be dead before you reached the bottom of the glass.
One thing you see in the series is the after effects. Not only do you see the "fun time" side highs of drugs, you also see the psychological terror that that comes the next day with the crashing downs. You see the brief ups and the long, terrifying spirals down.
The books also contain a "Rated M18+ for Mature Readers Only" note on the front covers, and on the copyright page is a disclaimer, stating not to use drugs and that "the situations are fiction for entertainment only" and are "not to be tried at home".
In spite of people (local Saco Ward LDS church leaders - who are themselves drug dealers and drug addicts and are where I learned so much inside info about drugs) saying the books are M rated for being Erotica, you are actually hard pressed to find a sex scene in the series. Only about 1 in every 5 volumes has a sex scene.
The series is actually rated M for it's drug use.
In short, Quaraun is a drug addict with a serious addiction problem that effects his life and the lives of those around him.
Family.
Family is the only thing Quaraun cares about.
Family is the only thing Quaraun talks about.
Family is the only thing Quaraun fights for. And it doesn't have to be his own family either.
Family is the only thing Quaraun wants.
Family is the only thing Quaraun is willing to kill for.
Quaraun is frequently seen taking in orphaned children.
At the very end of his life, when he is nearing 750 years old, and has a young pregnant wife and two young boys by her, Quaraun stops travelling to live with his family and for the first time in his life is happy. However, when this family is murdered, it is the breaking point for him and Quaraun becomes the mass murdering, serial killing psychopath of the Twighlight Manor series.
The only thing Quaraun ever wanted was to have a family and be allowed to live with them in peace.
Many.
Quaraun is a frail, weak, sickly little Elf, as is common with real life albinos.
It bothered me, when reading Fantasy, that albinos are always portrayed with super powers and given god-like status, when the fact remains, that in real life, albinism is a serious physically disabling disease.
Real life albinos:
As Quaraun is an albino, he suffers from all of the above.
Quaraun also, has Autism.
Note, that Quaraun has the illness that is actually called Autism, not Aspergers which is NOT a type of Autism, contrary to popular urban myth spread by fans of Sheldon Cooper. Autism is very rare effects only 1 on every 10,000 people. It is similar to schizophrenia and PTSD and is caused by extreme early childhood abuse, most often it is caused by the child having been raped prior to the age of 3 years old.
Unfortunatly the word "autism" gets slapped onto more then 60 other illnesses, by people without medical training who self diagnose themselves or their children as "Autistic". Even though 1 in 3 children is "claimed" to be "autistic" more then 80% of people claiming to be self diagnosed with Autism do not in fact have Kanner's syndrom (the medical name of Autism.)
Sadly, you can not find accurate information about Autism on Wikipedia, as several over boisterous "self diagnosed Aspies" have re-written the Kanner's Syndrome page to be about Aspergers instead of Autism. The page had originally be written by actual doctors who treat actual autism, but "self diagnosed aspies" thought the ACTUAL symptoms of Autism did not match the symptoms they had, thus it was rewritten by children who based their diagnosis off internet memes and the tv show Big Bang Theory.
Quaraun suffers from Thullid Infestation, and this is what causes the bulk of his "insanity" issues.
Quaraun has a demonic, alien jelly fish from outer space living inside his brain, after she burrowed a hole in his skull to get there. Quaraun is slowly going insane, in a madness similar to mad cow disease, caused by the holes the tiny parasitic jellyfish is eating in his brain tissue.
Because I could not find a real illness matching what I wanted for use with Quaraun, I created the fictional Thullid Infestation, based of combining the actions of three, real world illnesses: the Naegleria fowleri and the symptoms of bovine spongiform encephalopathy (mad cow disease) with Kuru, a transmissible spongiform encephalopathy.
Quaraun in turn suffers the very real side effects of someone suffering from these 3 brain disorders.
The Naegleria fowleri, also known as the "brain-eating amoeba" is a tiny water creature, that can in fact swim up your nose, attach itself to your brain, and slowly cause insanity by eating your brain tissue.
Unfortunately, the creature kills you with in 2 to 3 weeks of infestation, long before you succumb to the insanity it would otherwise cause.
While the real Naegleria fowleri takes 2 to 3 weeks to kill a person, the Thullid jelly fish of the Quaraun series takes 2 to 3 years to do the same.
The person knows completely what is happening to them, but there is no cure, no way to remove the parasite from the brain. It is said in all the realms there is no worse way to die then by Thullid Infestation.
Once the Thullid has killed it's host, it then takes over the body, reanimating it, and living inside of it, much the same way a Hermit Crab takes the shell of a dead snail.
The most frightening part of this, is those around you, have no idea you have died and the Thullid now pretends to be you. It has spent those 1st 2 or 3 years learning to mimic your speech and habits and slowly growing it's tentacles into your spine and nerves, completely taking over your body.
Unless someone is with them at the time of death (which is unlikely as by that point the Thullid has gained enough control over the body functions to go into hiding while the death occurs) no one will ever know the person died or that their body was taken over by a Demon.
In the Quaraun series this is considered "Demon Possession" and Quaraun is thus classified as a "Demon Possessed Elf".
In the case of both Quaraun and GhoulSpawn, neither Elf was fully sane to begin with and the brains of both Elves were physically damaged by their captors during implantation. More importantly, in both cases the larvae being implanted in them, were each also physically damaged.
With each Elf suffering brain damage and each parasite suffering body damage, the end result of in each case the Thullid infestation process was not completed, resulting in both Elves retaining portions of their brain function, even after their bodies had died.
While most Thullids eventually fully engulf the body, developing the giant squid-like head, both Quaraun an GhoulSpawn are mutations, which retained their jelly fish larval state and therefore never lost their physical Elven bodies. Unfortunately this had physical side effects of what is known as actual clinical insanity.
Because Quaraun is a female alien living in the body of a male Elf, it is possible for him to become pregnant, which he does in Summoner of Darkness, Picking the Perfect Pickle, and in multiple unnamed short stories that have not yet been compiled into novels. It is however, not the Elf himself that is pregnant, but rather the jellyfish living inside of him that becomes pregnant.
The Thullid living in GhoulSpawn is Quaraun's son. As is the one living inside Al-Keeme and later the one living in Phozeen (both characters from the Twighlight Manor series).
When pregnant, Quaraun becomes highly agitated, more alert of his surroundings, more defensive, more emotional, and highly protective of others, especially children.
Because Quaraun is actually a female alien living inside the body of a male Elf, he dresses like a female, wearing very elaborate gowns, and he acts very distinctively female with highly maternal instincts, especially around children and animals, whom he can be very "mother hen" too. This causes other characters to mistake him for being transgender, when in fact he is not.
Additionally, over time, Quaraun sustains multiple injuries. The ones with have the largest impacts on his life are:
Quaraun suffers from what is known as a "sub penial incision" injury. Meaning the underside of his penis is sliced, the cut having gone nearly through, almost castrating him, and leaving his penis badly disfigured. Quaraun, is typical of most Wizards in the Quaraun series. He was taken from his family by a Thullid priest at the age of 9. Born in Quebec, he was raised by the DiJinn in Persia, on the other side of the planet. As an adult he escaped his Demon captors and made the long journey back home. He was not accepted back into Elf society and seen as a freak. The other Elves teased and bullied him. He is often beaten, raped, and several times publicly humiliated by being striped naked and hung upside down from a tree in the village center, where the villagers would gather to beat him with sticks and throw rocks at him. It was during one of these events, that one Elf took a knife and attempted to castrate him, resulting in the horrific scars and permanent damage done to his penis, which in turn results in his near inability to have sexual intercourse, resulting in him eventually preferring to be a bottom to other men, resulting in his 3 way relationship with his two lovers Unicorn and GhoulSpawn.
Though dubbed by critics of the series as "the gay Elf wizard", Quaraun is in fact not gay, he does like women quite a lot, has 4 wives, keeps company with dozens of prostitutes (whom he doesn't have sex with, but whom he does like to watch GhoulSpawn have sex with) and Quaraun would be having sexual intercourse with women if it were not for the crippling damage that was done to his penis.
In A Baby For The Necromancer, Quaraun suffers his 2nd life changing injury, when a soldier stabs him with a sword.
Unknown to Unicorn (at the time) Quaraun has a second wife, whom he is hiding from, pretty much every body, due to the fact that she is a Human and he is a full blooded High Elf. (Elves have laws against relationships with non-Elves. Quaraun puts himself and his family at great risk, by having a Human wife, thus his extremes at hiding her from everyone.)
Quaraun is of the habit of returning to the same taverns in the few villages every few months, so Unicorn suspects nothing when they continually visit the same tavern more often then the rest.
Quaraun's habit of spending time with prostitutes, also is overlooked by Unicorn, who doesn't pay attention to the fact that Quaraun focuses a lot of his attention on only one prostitute at this particular tavern, and dotes on her half-Elf children.
The girl is in fact not a prostitute. She is Quaraun's 2nd wife, and the father of her children.
In Baby for the Necromancer, Quaraun and Unicorn are walking on the outskirts of this village, when they see and smell a large fire ahead. They rush to the village to find it razed by an army.
Quaraun becomes panicked and searches for his family, finding the girl and her children have been murdered, save for the youngest, a baby, that Quaraun takes with him when they leave.
While Unicorn is aware Quaraun knew the dead family, he is puzzled by Quaraun's grief and despair over their deaths, as Unicorn is not aware this is Quaraun's family.
Though he doesn't understand it, Unicorn realizes that Quaraun is intent on keeping and raising the baby.
They've not had the baby for long, when they run across the army, who attack them, intending to take the baby. Quaraun was trying to protect a baby from the soldiers and fell hard on his knees, unable to get up again quickly, due to carrying the baby. Before he could get up, a soldier came up behind him, and drove a sword down through the back of his knee into the ground, pinning the Elf in place, and permanently crippling his leg.
Quaraun is seriously wounded, almost dies, and is left paralyzed for many months. By the time he is able to walk again, the soldiers are long gone with the baby. Quaraun spends years trying to find the baby. He is not reunited with his half-Elf daughter until Zebulon's Captive
From this volume onward, Quaraun walks aided by a cane, and drags his right leg, unable to lift it or bend it properly
And speaking of Zebulon's Captive...
The most severe injury Quaraun has to live with, happens in Zebulon's Captive.
Quaraun is inexplicable zapped out of his garden and into a distant future (2525) Earth, when Elves are facing extinction, and Humans are herding the few remaining Elves into breeding farms. Elves from all points of history, suddenly find themselves enslaved.
Initially, Quaraun is complacent, but he also refuses to be used as a breeder, and is ill treated by the Humans. He is sold from one breeder to the next until being bought by Zebulon. Zebulon is abusive to the Elves in his care. He is also a drunk with a hot temper.
When Quaraun refuses to breed with the females he is given, Zebulon starts to abuse the Elf. Most she-Elves are quick to force a reluctant male to breed, knowing the amount of abuse he'll receive if he doesn't. As new Elves commonly refuse to breed, the she-Elves try to force Quaraun, which results in his revealing to them that he is not an Elf, but rather a Thullid living in the body of a long dead Elf.
Scared, the she-Elves keep their distance from Quaraun and quickly begin to warn the others he is a Thullid. Soon the other male Elves take to beating Quaraun, and viciously attacking him. (As is typical for Elves to do to Thullids as Thullids eat Elves and so the Elves feel threatened by having a Thullid in their pen with them.)
Unable to speak the Elvish language, Zebulon does not understand why the females are refusing to get near Quaraun, why Quaraun is refusing to breed, and why the males are viciously attack him. A vet tells Zebulon that Quaraun appears to be an Elf outcast from Elf society. Zebulon's conclusion is that Quaraun needs to be beaten into submission and the she-Elves forced on him.
At first Quaraun does not fight back. When Zebulon sees a she-Elf try to breed with Quaraun, but then run away scared after he says something to her, he begins to put each new she-Elf he buys in the same pen with Quaraun to see what happens, and sees a pattern in the fact that something Quaraun says to them, frightens them.
Zebulon cures the problem, by holding Quaraun down and force feeding him boiling water, which burns the layers of his mouth and tongue, making him unable to talk. Unable to tell the she-Elves he is a Thullid and not an Elf, he becomes unable to stop the new she-Elves from force breeding with him.
Months later when he recovers his voice, he tells the females he is a Thullid and again they become scared. And again Zebulon burns the Elf's tongue to stop him talking. This event is repeated several times.
After many years in captivity, Quaraun becomes depressed and sullen and scared to talk. He reluctantly fathers many baby Ellves for the Human slave masters.
One day, Quaraun wakes up to discover that somewhere near by is an Elf that he's soul bound to. He immediately recognizes that his long lost missing half-Elf daughter (from A Baby For The Necromancer) is nearby. Frantic, he escapes his pen and seeks out the girl, now an adult, to find her in a pen with several males, whom Zebulon intended to have breed her.
Quaraun viciously attacks the male Elves and refuses to let any one near the half-Elf. Seeing that Quaraun is extremely defensive of this she-Elf and seeing that ike Quaraun she is a rare albino High Elf, Zebulon forces the two to become a breeding pair, thinking only of how much money he'll make selling rare white Elves to people.
After several pregnancies, each of which resulted in Zebulon taking the infants away immediately after birth, Quaraun and his half-Elf daughter become very emotionally close, with Quaraun now referring to her as his 3rd wife. Seeing that Quaraun is finally willingly breeding, Zebulon tries to get Quaraun to breed with several other females, but as before he tells them he is a Thullid and they become frightened of him.
Drunk, angry at his wife, and then seeing that Quaraun is once again saying something to scare the females, Zebulon in a blind rage once again burn's the old Elf's tongue, but this time does so with boiling oil. In agony, Quaraun tries to fight back, causing both of his hands and most of his face to also be burned.
This injury cripples him, leaving his hands dead and useless, burning the left side of his face down to the bone, and burning his mouth, throat, tongue, and esophagus, to the point he can no longer talk, has great difficulty breathing, and for the rest of his life is limited to the foods he is able to eat.
Realizing later, how badly he's injured the Elf, Zebulon retires Quaraun from breeding, has a vet tending his wounds, and intends to use Quaraun as a house pet for his wife. However, this plan involves taking the she-Elf he was paired to and giving her to another male. In spite of his life threatening injuries, Quaraun fights to protect his pregnant 3rd wife, in doing so kills Zebulon and his co-workers, then escapes with his pregnant wife.
The two Elves go into hiding, living in the forest, surviving off anything they can find, both becoming wild and feral. Eventually they end up being zapped by a portal back to their proper time, though they are not aware of this when it happens and continue to live in the wild, until Unicorn finds them and takes then back to Black Tower.
From this point on Quaraun is mute, to near mute. As he gets older, his throat heals enough for him to make attempts at verbal communication, but his ability to speak is limited even then.
Quaraun has 2 jobs:
Quaraun is a working wizard, a wizard who rather than sitting in a tower studying, travels from village to village running magical errands for people, questing for monsters in need of defeating, and making magic items.
Magic items are relatively rare, because wizards are uncommon. There are rarely more than 100 or so wizards on the planet at any given time, it's not a career many people look forward to and most were forced into it as children. Magic takes a hefty toll on a wizard's physical and mental health, many of the boys die in training before reaching adulthood. No one seeks to become a wizard.
Wizards are a type of priest, from various cult-like magic based religions. The non-magical priests, go out in search of boys (3 to 10 years old usually) whom they think have the ability to survive training and become wizards. The priests abduct the boys and take them far away, deliberately sending them to whatever temple is farthest from their home. The boys need to be calm and land back, able to sit and meditate for hours each day to focus their mind, then they need take that focus and psychically manipulate it into spellcasting.The boys often try to run away and find their way back home, because of this the priest chain them to the wall, and punish them by starving them and beating them. Boys with too much rebel will power will end up starved or beaten to death. Thus few seek to become wizards, most are forced into it, many die before reaching the point of becoming a wizard, and in the end only a handful of wizards ever emerge from the temples. Thus wizards are rare. As a result of their abusive upbringing and rigorous training, what few wizards there are, tend to be insane, use twisted logic, and have a trickster-like sense of humor.
Only the most advanced wizards have the skill and training to make magic items, so there are rarely more than a dozen wizards alive at any given time, who even know how to make magic items. A wizard who knows how to make magic items is usually going to be an Elf, a Faerie, or a Demon as this skill can take 300 or more years to learn, meaning only long lived species/races ever achieve this skill.
A wizard who can make magic items, can also make a fortune, as everyone wants to possess a magic item and is willing to pay dearly to have one made to their specifications. Kings will send men searching the globe to find a specific wizard to have a specific item made.
On the other hand, a wizard who makes magic items could also find his life in danger. Evil/villainous people are not beyond kidnapping a wizard and/or his family and torturing him or his family to force him to make some horrible cursed item.
Main character Quaraun is a maker of magic items, he specializes in taking clothing items (capes, coats, dresses, gloves, hats, boots, etc) and embroidering magic into the cloth. He makes elaborate works of embroidered artwork from shimmering silk threads and sparkling glass beads. He takes threads that have been imbued with magic powers, and enchanted beads and gemstones, and meditates ritualistic chants while sewing very specific symbols. The end result is a magic artifact straight out of a Dungeons and Dragons Adventurer's Vault.
No one knows, when they order a magic item from Quaraun, what exactly they will get. They tell him what they want (a coat) and what they want it to do (that allows them to know what is behind them)... Quaraun will always ask you:
"Are you should what you said, is what you want?"
He will repeat this question many times, emphasizing the fact that a wish must be carefully worded, for you will get exactly the thing you wished for, and NOT what you THOUGHT you were wishing for.
After asking a few more times: "Are you sure what you SAID, is exactly what you WANT?" he will agree to make for you exactly what you asked for.
He will also ask you to put your request in writing. He'll hand you a very long scroll/contract that you'll not read because it'd takes days to do so and you're in a hurry. At the bottom of the scroll is a place for you to write in your own words, what you want him to make. You write down: "A coat that lets me always know what is behind me."
and they will likely expect to get a simple looking brown coat, that allows them to blend in with the crowd and allows them to see as if they had eyes in the back of their head.
What they will likely get is a gaudy, frilly, ruffled, neon turquoise frock coat, decked out with peacock feathers, dripping in gold braid, and with purple and green metallic peacock feathers embroidered down the back and up the front and over the sleeves. At the center of each feather, it a eerily lifelike glass taxidermist's eye. There will be a few dozen eyes all over the coat.
(See 4th ed Dungeons and Dragons Adventurer's Vault #2 {shown above} page 79 for the actual item described on this page, which you can buy for your Player Character if you are playing a tabletop RPG and want a Coat of the All Seeing Eyes;
the book lists it as 325,000 gold pieces, and says it can see invisible creatures within 20 feet of the wearer; it also says the coat is alive and talks to you.
Yes, I DO get the magic items I have Quaraun make out of the D&D books, so if you see Quaraun in the novels with a magic item, it is something you can find the stats for and buy in D&D)
When you go to pick up the coat, you'll be shocked at the garish flamboyance of the elaborate work of art he has created. He'll tell you: This is a Coat of All Seeing Eyes
Info On Where To Find This Actual D&D Item For Your Game Character ----->
Quaraun will explain to you that when you wear the Coat of All Seeing Eyes, it will tell you everything it sees behind you.
Most people have mixed feelings about the magic items Quaraun makes for them, on one hand loving the item for what it does, and one the other hand not willing to be caught dead wearing the eye blinding glittering day glow, garishly flamboyant monstrosity he made it look like.
But than, there is the thing people overlook, which is the type of wizard Quaraun is.
Quaraun is a Wizard of the Di'Jinn Order.
He was raised and taught by Di'Jinn priests, and practices Di'Jinn magic, with everything that implies.
You pay Quaraun 325,000 gold coins, put on you Coat of All Seeing Eyes and head back to your village. All the way there, the coat is shouting at the top of it's lungs, announcing everything it sees behind you, making sure you KNOW what is behind you.
"Look at that giant oak tree!" the coat shouts out. "There goes a chicken across the road! Hey look, a squirrel! OMG! Look at the size of Bessy May's boobs! Hey there goes farmer Brown. Look at that dog humping that watermelon! Damn, Teddy just stepped in horse shit. Wow look at the Baker's wife, I'd sure like to fuck that ass."
The coat is screaming so loud everyone in town is looking at you, and suddenly you realize, the coat is mimicking your voice, so people think it's you yelling.
Quaraun is a Wizard of the Di'Jinn Order.
He's a rare wish granting wizard. He's the ONLY wish granting wizard alive during this time period. Yes, catch him, make him your prisoners, and he will grant you 3 wishes in exchange for his freedom.
Quaraun learns the trick of sending people to Fire Mountain from FarDarrig, the Vampire Leprechaun who lives in the Faerie Forest of Pepper Valley. He spends a week lost in the forest before he realizes what FarDarrig did to him.
In spite of being an Elf, Quaraun was raised by Di'Jinn Demons and has spent 2/3s of his life living with Trickster Faeries. Quaraun does not act like an Elf. It's why other Elves avoid having contact with him. He does act very much like a Faerie. He finds tormenting greedy Humans a hilariously fun pass time. Quaraun views Humans as stupid, greedy, gullible, dimwits who'll fall for anything.
And... it's not like you shouldn't have known any of this. That information was in the fine print. But you were in too much of a hurry to read the contract you signed.
You signed a contract which stated that you acknowledged you were buying a magic item made by a Wizard of the Di'Jinn Order, who was raised by Demons and lives with Trickster Faeries, and hates Humans and goes out of his way to annoy Humans whenever possible. In fact, the section of the contract on how much he hates Humans was several sections long.
Quaraun is very open and honest with the fact that he's going the scam the hell out of your ass. He also knows Humans are too stupid to take the time to read any contract before signing it, so knew that no matter what he put in it, you'd have agreed to, because you would not take the time to read it.
Quaraun is a Wizard of the Di'Jinn Order with everything that implies.
Quaraun once made a contract stating that he would do the job for free, provided you gave him your first born child on it's 1st birthday. The guy, who had no wife, laughed and signed the contract. Three years later his pregnant wife found a Di'Jinn wizard standing at the door reminding her of the fact that her baby was his by right of the contract her husband had signed before they had married.
Quaraun is a Wizard of the Di'Jinn Order with everything that implies.
Quaraun carries in his bag Leprechaun gold. Ask him where he got it and he will tell you. He'll even give you a map of how to get there. The map will be a blank page, that yells at you, bosses you around, and eventually tells you how to get to Fire Mountain in Pepper Valley. Once you get to the valley, you have to cross through the Faerie Forest that surrounds the volcano. You'll be at the entrance to the cave full of gold in under an hour. Five days later you are still walking and while you've gone many miles into the forest, you are still many miles from the mountain. You never reach the mountain, never find the gold, and it may be decades before you find your way back out of the Faerie Forest.
Quaraun is a Wizard of the Di'Jinn Order with everything that implies.
And so, here you are, with your Coat of the All Seeing Eyes, yelling lewd vulgar obscenities in your voice at every woman you walk past.
Infuriated, you'll head back to the gaudy pink pavilion tent set up in a field full of pink roses that were not growing their yesterday.
And there you'll find Quaraun, a wizard from 900s Persia, living in 1400s Quebec, dripping in 1980s pink sequins, sitting on his 1700s pink velvet cushioned gold throne, drinking 1970s pink lemonade laced with LSD, a pink Shetland pony Unicorn sitting beside him eating pink butterflies, pink turkeys are gobbling near by, pink goldfish chasing a phosphorescent half Elf, a giant purple pirate ship docked in the clouds, and a flock of pink sheep growing gold wool grazing off to the side. Quaraun sits smugly waiting for your return, grinning evilly, because he knows full well what you WANTED him to make, but he made instead EXACTLY what you ASKED him to make.
Quaraun is a Wizard of the Di'Jinn Order with everything that implies.
"What the hell did you make?" You demand.
"Exactly what you asked for," Quaraun replies.
"I wanted to see behind me!" you'll yell angrily at the Di'Jinn wizard.
He'll calmly reply: "You said you wanted to know what was behind you."
"You know what I meant!"
"No." Quaraun replies calmly. "I'm not a mind reader. I know what you said. I made what you said. That coat is always going to tell you what is behind you."
He pulls out his scroll you signed and points to the fact that you wrote: "A coat that lets me always know what is behind me."
"I wanted to see who was following me, discreetly."
He'll say: "You did not specify how you wanted the coat to notify you. Or what the coat was to notify you of."
He will agree to take the coat back, and make you another coat, but he'll charge you for the 2nd coat and not refund you for the first coat, (as per the contract you signed but neglected to read) and this time you'll carefully spell out exactly what you want, but, no matter how careful you are, he'll find the thing you forgot to say and and pounce on that.
You may end up having him make 4 or 5 coats before you get the one you actually want.
Yes, he knows full well he's scamming the daylights out of you. Quaraun also knows anyone stupid enough to pay 325,000 gold coins for a coat is also stupid enough to be scammed over and over again until they have no gold left to toss at him. You'll eventually get your coat exactly the way you want it, but you'll have given him everything you own by the time you reach that point. And then he (being a vagabond wizard travelling the world) will pack up his tent and move his caravan on to the next gullible sot looking to have a magic item made.
Quaraun is not unique in this habit of scamming people, all wizards are of the habit of doing this.It's just that the Di'Jinn wizards are tricksters who excel at making fools out of their clients. Di'Jinn put great importance on words and meanings and deeply dislike the way a Human says one thing when they mean something else.
All wizards are scam artists though. Many are thieves. Most wizards, travel with thieves or have servants who are master thieves. Often while you are talking to the wizard, his crew is cleaning out your saddlebags. Even ones who don't make magic items. Potion making wizards do the same thing, as do rainmaking weather controlling wizards.
Quaraun does that too... sends a dry spell to wither your crops, then arrives in your village selling rainmaking spells. You'll get your rain, but only because he'll lifted the spell he cast the stop your rain, not because of any rain making potions you bought.
Wizards as a rule are scam artists, crooks, charlatans, and thieves, who usually travel with side shows and circuses, and use magic to wow people, then drain them out of all their coins. Which is why most people don't like wizards and why few wizards are settled in a village and instead wander. If a wizard is settled in a village, you want to be cautious of the villagers - they are likely criminals, outlaws, and thieves who banded together to build a town.
In addition to magic items, Quaraun sells potions, spell scrolls, amulets, and other various magical odds and end. He often has rare supplies, ingredients, and curios on hand, which he'll sell at deeply overcharged prices to local mages, witches, healers, priests, and other magic users of the towns he passes through. Wizards are a very advanced type of magic users, and are often the person, who other magic users go to for advice, training, or supplies.
In any case, when it comes to magic clothing items, if you can think it, Quaraun can make it, though he'll scam you dry doing so, and first make several things that are not what you thought you were getting first.
Over all, magic items/artifacts in the Quaraun series are always over the top, rarely do what you expect them to do, usually have been brought to life by having a disembodied mimic spirit put in it, are a sentient being of some sort, have minds of their own, and likely are not going to work they way you thought they should...For example, a soldier may order a powerful magic sword, and find himself in battle with a sword that refuses to be used as a weapon because it dreams of being a butter knife in a palace and refuses to do anything but butter toast.
As stated above, Quaraun is a wizard for hire, and being a very advanced and very powerful wizard, capable of casting super high powered dragon killing spells, making very powerful magic items, and granting wishes (three things most wizards only dream they could do) means he has skills unique enough and sought after enough, to allow him to name his price, and no matter how much it is, still have people pay it.
Anyone who has ever played D&D knows that the price a magic item making wizard can charge for making magic items, is exorbitant to borderline ridiculous. That doesn't stop DMs from charging the prices straight out of the game guide or players from hoarding up every penny to pay them.
You already saw that the game guide lists the Coat of All Seeing Eyes at 325,000 gold coins.
To get a better understanding of the prices charged by magic item making wizards such as Quaraun, here's some other items listed in the books I've linked to in the boxes to the sides here:
In the real world, in 1300s England, the average income for a working man was 130 silver pieces PER YEAR.
Quaraun is making and selling these items at standard D&D prices, meaning even wealthy noblemen have to save for many years to afford to hire him.
This also means that Quaraun only has to make 1 magic item to earn more money in one week then the average king will see in his lifetime.
Because his skill at making magic items is so rare, he has virtually no competition and can charge whatever the hell he wants.
Interestingly, while Quaraun charges HUMANS the insane prices seen above, he will often make those same items for non-Humans at a fraction of the cost he spends on materials. For example, while he'll charge a Human 3,125,000 gp for a Flying Carpet, he may decide to charge a Gnome only 350 gp for that same carpet. And for his friends, especially GhoulSpawn, he'll give them the item for free.
GhoulSpawn has an obscene amount of magic items, dozens and dozens of them - all gifts from Quaraun.
Quaraun frequently makes magic items to give as gifts to his favorite prostitutes, the mothers of his illegitimate children, and as gifts to said children. He like wise does the same to his wives and their children.
While Quaraun is a working wizard for hire and goes on quests for people needing magical assistance and makes magic items for people, charging deeply overpriced fees for both services, he actually has no need to work and could if he wanted to, easily do absolutely nothing, just living off the vast hoard of gold he keeps in Fire Mountain.
Quaraun, having killed a dragon and now possessing it's vast hoard, which fills an entire volcano, is extremely obscenely wealthy. He makes Scrooge McDuck and Richie Rich combined together both look poor.
He is likely the wealthiest person in the universe, let alone on the planet, but he can not count, and because of his Autism has no concept of how to use money, nor any ability to grasp the concept of wealth, so is blissfully unaware of the true wealth he is in possession of. He really has no need to work, but he also doesn't realize that.
Unfortunately, because of his mental handicap, many people he encounters quickly realize that he is both very wealthy and also too retarded to know he is wealthy, making it easy for people to take advantage of him. He frequently encounters Humans who find ways to scam him out of his money and is constantly in need of Unicorn and/or GhoulSpawn to usher him away from unscrupulous people.
Both Unicorn and GhoulSpawn are aware that Quaraun suffers from a serious mental handicap, but neither draw attention to it and both tend to let him "do his thing" while they keep a look out for people who would hurt him or take advantage of him. Because Humans are greedy, money hungry bastards with no moral decency, it is usually Humans who go after Quaraun's money.
Because Quaraun thinks nothing of handing people an entire handful of gold coins when they asked for only a penny, along with the aloof 'not-caring-about-money' manner in which he does it, this often leads people to believe he is arrogant, elitist, or stuck up. This in turn results in him frequently being bullied and not understanding why. He remains baffled over why he is accused of being arrogant and does not understand the Humans' insatiable lust for money combined with their insatiable hatred for everything that is not Human.
Quaraun is in fact the least arrogant, most caring, most compassionate character of the series and is seen as arrogant by people who are in fact themselves arrogant and see him through the tainted glasses of arrogance in which they view others.
While he knows he can head to the volcano to get gold and jewels whenever he needs money, Quaraun rarely thinks he needs it, and thus is often travelling penniless, and when he does have gold coins with him, tends to spend it on super flashy impractical things, and lots of over the top jewelry.
While he wanders the world often sleeping under bridges like a homeless bum, he also spends money like it grow on trees and frequently runs out of what he has on hand and has to return to the volcano to get more.
This results in him at times living like he was poor as dirt, often forced to be begging for food from taverns, but at the same time, dressing like royalty and having every possession he ever wanted.
Quaraun's son & Roderic's father: Melaca Swanzen
That being said, Quaraun acknowledges having 6 spouses: 2 males and 4 females, as follows:
He has 8 children that he generally acknowledges publicly as being his. These 8 being born to his wives. His first wife had 2 sets of twins. His third wife had a pair of twins as well.
Three of his children go on to become extremely famous and are primary characters of The Twighlight Manor series:
He has an additional 37 half-Elf children by non-Elf prostitutes that he pays support for and frequently visits. There are multiple times when these are twins.
As mentioned, he does occasional use prostitutes and has many children of various mixes races from this as well. An exact number is never given, though one novel does state that he "fathered 37 illegitimate children with prostitutes" and there is frequent mention of the fact that he returns to certain whorehouses multiple times a year to check in on his children by the various prostitutes to see if they are in need of anything. While rarely in their lives, he does pay the mothers very large sums of money/gold coins so they can provide for the children he fathered.
In the case of the prostitutes, when/if he learns they've had his child/ren he offers to marry them and bring them into his family, but these women tend to be very independant and not seeking a husband or married life and thus decline his offer.
In Zebulon's Captive he is taken into slavery and used as a breeder. When Zebulon buys him, the seller tells Zebulon that Quaraun had fathered 14 children in their facility, including multiple sets of twins, but that he was a difficult Elf to work with, was refusing to bred with the females, and had to be forced to do so, by mated to females willing to forcibly bred him. Later in the same novel, Zebulon tells another slave owner that Quaraun had fertilized "more then a dozen females" and that most had given birth to twins or triplets.
Quaraun embroiders and grows roses.
He sews all of his elaborate outfits, then embroiders them, and hand beads them.
He likes walking and traveling.
Plus he's a wizard for hire, just for the sake of helping people.
I'm running from my dark past or a thing I did. Where's the best place to lay low? from worldbuilding
This question is perfect for me! The primary plot point of the entire Quaraun series, is the fact that he's on the run. That's why I have to world build so many places, so many regions, so many towns... he's in a different one in every novel, some times multiple ones each novel. With the guy always on the run, I'm constantly having to create expansions to the world to give him more places to hide.
Okay, bit of a set up... the place is Earth, but it's not "our" Earth. Earth has multiple dimensions and layers or realms all existing on top of each other. Every time, every place, every era, they are all happening at once. Portals sometimes open up allowing people to walk through unknowingly and vanish from their time/version of Earth (think Lost City of Roanoke.) Every realm/dimension/version/layer of Earth has MOSTLY the same geography, place names, and history. Not all the species of one version exist on all the others, Our real world Earth has no Elves for example, yet the dimension the story takes place in does. Stories of Elves exist in our world, because at some point an Elf fell through to our world. Demons come from a Hell dimension of Earth, which is our Earth, but covered in volcanoes (volcano is Quebec, Florida, Egypt, etc.) In the Hell dimension the whole planet is burning hot, and no region has snow, but it is still Earth. Demons are always trying to escape the heat, so Humans of our world frequently encounter them.
In the dimension where the main character is from and where you now find yourself running from the law, it's the 1400s, but it feels like the 900s. The setting is Maine and Quebec, but Scottish and Scandinavian civilizations are living in small villages here. The timeline is mixed up and cultures are in different locations, it's Earth, but it's not "our" Earth.
>**So, my dark and mysterious past has finally caught up to me, or I have committed a crime. I need to find a place where I can hide from the enemies I've made in the past and/or the law. I ask you:**
With the world the way it is right now, you may not be a criminal. You only have to be the wrong race/species to be hunted down right now.
The world is in upheaval right now. Humans are at war. The Elves don't know why. They never know why. Humans fight at the drop of a hat. Elves try to mind their own business and stay out of the way.
If you are running from the law, then you are likely to be an Elf, a Faerie, a Demon, or a half-Elf. Your crime simply having been born a non-Human.
Racial tensions are high right now, and Humans are marching across the land in an anti-non-Human death march, razing non-Human villages, raping, pillaging, slaughtering, in a classical Viking-like frenzy... think of our real world history: the 793 Viking razing of the monastery of Lindisfarne, if Lindisfarne was French Canadian Elves instead of British monks and every Human on the planet was a bloodthirsty Viking-like warrior Templar knights with Spanish Inquisition torture tactics, hell bent on eradicating the planet of all non-Humans.
The non-Human races are fast reaching extinction. The Dwarves and Gnomes are feared already extinct, no one has seen either in decades. Most Demons have been sent to the Hell dimension, a place they are not native to, the prison the Humans cast them into because they did not know how to kill Demons. The main character is the last of the Moon Elves, nearly the last High Elf, and travelling what is believed to be the last Unicorn, they are joined by a half-Elf who is also half-Demon.
But you are non-Human, AND a criminal... they'll not simply mass slaughter you with the rest of your kin. They'll take you prisoner and torture you for days, weeks - however long they can keep you alive - the longer you suffer the better. So for you, you need to run far. Run fast. And get far away from the Humans. They'll show you no mercy, for the only thing worse than a non-Human, is a criminal non-Human. They'll want to make an example of you.
>I'm running from my dark past or a thing I did. Where's the best place to lay low?
Get to the coast as fast as you can. Head East. Northern New England. Maine. Quebec. Avoid inland. Don't head West. West is where the big cities are. The law likes to sit on their cushy seats and give orders. The magistrates are few and far between, so stick to the bigger cities and don't get out the the smaller villages on the coat that often.
It's never good to travel alone. There is safety in numbers. If you can find others of your own kind, headed East and travel in their group. Some will ask you to pay for your share of supplies, others will share with you freely what they have. Elves prefer to travel with Elves, Fae with Fae, Demons with Demons, Half Elves with Half Elves.... but if you are a criminal, and they recognize you as such, they may ask you to leave their group and find another to travel with. They don't want to be caught aiding a criminal. Not in these times. The risk is too great.
All is not lost though, as bands of criminals can often be found travelling together and generally will welcome you into their caravan or wagon train without any questions asked. They know only a criminal would risk traveling with them, and the less they know of each other's past, the better their chances should the group get caught.
The 3 characters mentioned above? The Elf, the Fae Pony and the Demon-Elf?
All 3 are criminals - a Necromancer, a murderer, and a thief.
The Elf is a wealthy aristocrat traveling in a Persian-like caravan, he has a kind heart, but a snide attitude. He'll let you join the group, but give you a hard time about it at first. He's bitchy and whinny and complains about everything, but he's also very protective of everyone traveling with him and will quickly defend you, even though he doesn't know you, simply because he defends his own, and you by traveling with him are now seen as being under his care. He was once a king. His kingdom is gone, but he still takes a protective leadership stance whenever the opportunity arises. He's also Quaraun the Insane - the world's most wanted criminal. Necromancer, serial killer, cannibal, time traveller, murderer of his wife and children, killer of Gibedon the Great, builder of the Lich Lords, the Necromancer who controls and commands the world's deadliest Lich, the world's most powerful wizard, hair longer than Rapunzel's, the infamous Pink Necromancer, prancing around in the 1400s wearing a hot pink sequined ball gown he got in the 1980s.
If you can find his group, join them... if you do get caught, the law will be so busy attacking him, they won't even notice you.
If you do join his group though, don't turn your back on that tint black Shetland Pony with the gleaming silver horn on his forehead. He's the world's deadliest Lich. Inside that sweet innocent little pony, is a monster that will readily tear your entrails out, eat your liver, then wear your head on his horn like a crown.
>Where should I go?
Follow the Pink Necromancer. Just keep going East. In spite of him looking like Liberace's harmless 5'6" girlfriend, this sweet, innocent, harmless looking, flamboyant, pink glitter cloaked transvestite Elf is the deadliest wizard on the planet. Limping along on a cane and barely able to walk, he doesn't worry about needing to run. He doesn't need to. He'll use psychic mind powers to take out the lawmen who are chasing you before you have time to realize they were upon you, then walk over their dead bodies and keep on heading East.
You want to get as close to the coast as you can get. Traveling with Quaraun is your best bet to get there alive.
Do not tell him your story of why you are on the run. Not while he is traveling. He won't stop traveling to help you. Wait until he stops at a tavern to rest. And wait until he's drunk.
>Why should I go there?
Pirates. Drug Dealers. Prostitutes. Thieves.
Not all Humans are out to mass murder the non-Humans.
And those snooty pants good two shoes from the cities in the West, are too scared of the bands of criminals in the East to dare set foot on the East coast.
You want to go right down on the waterfront. Right on the ocean, the docks, the ports. Where the sailors are hanging around looking for ships to crew on.
The entire coastline is made up of pirates, criminals, thieves, whores, bootleggers, moonshiners, and other individuals out cast from upper class society. You'll be seen with suspicion at first. You could be the law in disguise. They don't know you yet. If your face is on wanted posters, show it around. They'll buy you drinks and celebrate having a new member in their ranks. The seedy underbelly stick together and protect each other. Thieves along side murderers. They don't care how minor or major your crime was - you are wanted by the law, that makes you one of them. This is your new family now. They look out for each other.
The magistrates are scared to come into these small coastal towns. Even though they know that most of the criminals they are looking for are there - one magistrate with a couple of guardsmen, doesn't stand a chance against an entire town of criminals all banded together.
You'll be safe here.
>Who will I find there?
If you haven't found him yet, look for the Pink Necromancer. He's a wizard for hire. And he doesn't like Humans. It may take you a few days to find him, he travels up and down the coast, and may be as far North as the Bay of Fundy or Ivujivik (his birthplace), or as far South as Bostan. Usually he can be found in or near Old Orchard Beach, Maine (his current home town, where he lives in a lighthouse).
While small villages on the outskirts of society tend to be welcoming of wizards, most inland towns, Western cities, large villages, and upscale regions see wizards as little more then the scum of the Earth. As a result of this Wizards are rarely seen in areas with big populations. Wizards tend to skulk around in lower class, shady places - slums, ports, docks, seedy taverns, and places that are highly infested with pirates, criminals, thieves, whores, bootleggers, moonshiners, and other individuals out cast from upper class society. This is true of of wizards, Quaraun, Unicorn, and GhoulSpawn as well.
Because of this most of the Quaraun series takes place in taverns and inns of ill repute, along the coast, usually in bars on sea ports. Pirates, drunks, drug dealers, prostitutes, and sailors are thus a daily part of Quaraun's life as this is the society he lives with and is a part of. Quaraun is himself often mellowed out on Opium, high on LSD, drunk of Faerie Wine, and/or in bed with prostitutes.
To find him, go to any tavern, bar, pub, or whorehouse. Look around the back for him and his Unicorn, bickering and getting drunk. If you don't see him, ask the barmaids and prostitutes if they know where he is or where he was last heading. They'll likely know. When you find him, sit down at his table and tell him your story.
When you first sit down, he'll throw a temper tantrum, probably throw the table across the room, and demand you get out. Don't leave. He won't hurt you and once he sees you've not gotten out of your seat, he'll calm down and listen to what you have to say. He will help you. You'll have to ask a few times, and he'll want to know what you are willing to pay. Don't offer him money - that offends him. Offer him something more valuable to you personally - like your grandmother's wedding ring. Don't worry, he won't take it, but he will agree to help you once he sees you are willing to give up something you can not replace. Whoever is after you... he will stop them, and you won't ever have to run from them again.
Because they are themselves heavily persecuted, Wizards are often more accepting of minorities, and outcasts of society. Wizards tend to be sympathetic towards Faeries, Demons, half-Elves, thieves, prostitutes, coloured races, same sex couples, and transgender people. Quaraun is no exception to this and is quick to show sympathy for most every person he meets, who is in any way hunted by Humans.
Quaraun himself is hunted by a renegade militia type "law" group known as The Guild. If by chance you are being hunted by them too, the fastest way to get his help, is to simply sit down at his table and before he has a chance to object, say to him: "The Guild is after me, you gotta help me." He'll drop everything to jump on any chance to take out another Guild member. He's been picking them off the past few years and is trying to get rid of their entire group.
Remember, no matter what you did, no matter what the law wants you for, Quaraun the Insane is the most wanted criminal on the planet. All the other criminals are scared of him. Every one in these coastal towns knows him. Most of the prostitutes have bedded with him. And don't you dare think twice about double crossing him. A Faerie name Kelim did that once. The Pink Necromancer killed the lawmen, then hunted down Kelim, killed his wife, his children, and every last person in his village, but left Kelim alive and alone to think about what he had done.
If you are considering turning him in because you need money, just ask him for money. Don't try to blackmail him - don't mention the reward on his head - he'll just zap your head off with his wand and feed you to his Unicorn. Just tell him a sob story of you're being hard up and in need money, he'll toss you a bag of gold coins, worth way more then the price on his head. He's mega Richie Rich wealthy and never refuses to give money to someone who asks.
>How long should I stay there?
If you can locate him and get Quaraun to help you get the law off your back... not long. A week or two at the most. He'll have them off your back and in his Unicorn's stomach and you can go back home.
If you can't find him, you may be there a while - years perhaps. Maybe the rest of your life. But, you'll be in good, albeit criminal, company.
Quaraun is a priest of the Di'Jinn order.
The Di'Jinn are priests who worship a female Elder God known as the Sacred Pink Jelly Fish.
The religion is a Demon religion, practiced by Demons, specifically the Thullids, a type of Chaos Demons, and the goddess herself is a Thullid. Normally no non-Demons are members of this religion and he is in fact the only Elf to ever join this religion, which has resulted in his being cast out of Elven society, seen by other Elves as a traitor. He came to join this religion, because as a small child his mother was murdered by his father, and he was about to be murdered with her, except a Di'Jinn priest was passing by and saw the enraged Elf beat his wife to death then turn on his son. The priest offered to buy the boy to keep as his slave. The father agreed and sold his son to the Demon. The Demon took the boy back to the Temple of the Di'Jinn in Persia, where he was raised as though he was just another Demon. The result was an Elf raised among Thullid Chaos Demons and adopting the religion of the Thullid family who raised him.
(The name Thullid comes from Cthulu by the way.)
BoomFuzzy the Unicorn
aka
King Gwallmaiic
King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn is his best friend.
Elves and Demons both have long life spans of around 500 to 750 years old, with a few living to be 1,000 years old. (Life span varies depending on race).
The age difference between Quaraun and Unicorn is massive, with Unicorn being about 2,000 years older then Quaraun.
Quaraun is born around the year 983 and dies around the year 1733 (living about 750 years).
Unicorn is born around 600B.C. and died the same day as Quaraun in around 1733. Living around 2,500 years. (Faeries are the longest lived species, with a 2,000 year life span, being typical.)
Though none is related to either of the others, Quaraun, Unicorn, and GhoulSpawn think of each other as family and share a deep emotional bond with each other. Each looks out for the other two, and each suffers from extreme separation anxiety when separated from the other two.
Quaraun lives with two other wizards: The Illusionist Wizard King Gwallmaiic/BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, and The half-Elf/half Demon Chaos Wizard GhoulSpawn.
All three of them have been victims of violent hate crimes against wizards. Each of the three of them is scared to live alone.
Quaraun, Unicorn, and GhoulSpawn each rely on the other two for everything. You will almost never see any one of these three wizards without the other two close by. If one is separated from the other two, all three become highly agitated and nervous, with the two who are still together, going on a terror driven panicked search for the one that has gone missing.
None of these three Wizards feels safe on his own and is deeply emotionally dependent on having the other two by his side. All three of them suffer from serious anxiety when separated from the other two. Each of them is fiercely protective of the other two.
While small villages on the outskirts of society tend to be welcoming of wizards, most large cities and upscale regions see wizards as little more then the scum of the Earth. As a result of this Wizards are rarely seen in areas with big populations. Wizards tend to sculk around in lower class, shady places - slums, ports, docks, seedy taverns, and places that are highly infested with pirates, criminals, thieves, whores, bootleggers, moonshiners, and other individuals out cast from upper class society. This is true of Quaraun, Unicorn, and GhoulSpawn as well.
Because of this most of the Quaraun series takes place in taverns and inns of ill repute, along the coast, usually in bars on sea ports. Pirates, drunks, drug dealers, prostitutes, and sailors are thus a daily part of Quaraun's life as this is the society he lives with and is a part of. Quaraun is himself often mellowed out on Opium, high on LSD, drunk of Faerie Wine, and/or in bed with prostitutes.
Everything.
Nope. Everything. Absolutely, positively everything. Here's why:
Main character: Quaraun, is a Moon Elf - Moon Elves are the highest ranking of the aristocratic High Elf races. The Moon Elves are radical extremists. They act dramatically different from typical Elves of the world and are more of a fanatical cult, then a culture. Any Elf born into their society who does not fit in with their ideals will be singled out an bullied horrifically. Quaraun is one such Elf who was singled out by the others, due to his habit of being friendly towards half-Elves, Faeries, and other non-Elves. Before the punishment (described below) he was often making attempts to teach his people that they culture was one of hate and should have instead been one of love.
His primary lover: King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn - a Phooka (a type of Dark Trickster Faerie) (he was raised a Phooka; but is actually half Aswang as well - his father was a Phooka his mother an Aswang) Aswangs are vicious blood sucking almost demonic shapeshifting Faeries from South Asia, for some unknown reason all Aswangs are female and breed with Phookas, likewise all Phookas are male and breed with Aswangs - Faeries are strange in this way, that they are able to be born always male or always female - Phookas are one of the most bloodthirsty of all the Fae - they are born in the form of swamp dwelling black furred Shetland Ponies with silver horns, long talons instead of hooves, and sharp fangs, but can shapeshift into any form. Phookas delight in pretending to be sweet innocent injured ponies, then when some one stops to help them, they turn back to there little demonic pony true form, viciously stab the person to dead with their horn, trapple their entrails under their feet to feel the blood swishing through their toes, the eat the person, saving the skull which they skewer onto their horn and wear like a crown on their heads. Most Phooka eat Humans, but a few prefer Elves and are known as The Elf Eaters. Being one of the many a types of horned Faerie horses, they are sometime referred to as "Evil Little Unicorns"
Moon Elves are a strangely inconsistent lot when it comes to crimes. They will overlook a crime committed by one, and punish the same crime committed by another.
For example: Murder is a grave sin, especially murdering a member of your family unit. If you murder a member of your family, you will be cast out of Elf society, a horrific punishment as Elves are all connected by a psychic hive mind that allows them to live telepathically joined to one another, thus no Elf is ever alone in his head. An outcast Elf, will have this psychic connection cut off. He will be as alone in his head as a Human, and for an Elf, this is a fae worse then death. Most Elves once outcast, will commit suicide as the loneliness become unbearable. Many outcast Elves say they would rather have been executed then excommunicated.
In ALL Elf societies, not just Moon Elves, the punishment for murder is to be out cast. The reason being that MOST Elves abhore death and have no death penalty. An Elf completely refuses to take a life. When an enemy attacks, an Elf would rather surrender and be killed, then defend themselves if it meant they had to take a life to do so. Elves are closely connected to nature, refuse to kill animals or plants as well. They are able to hear the thoughts of plants and animals. All Elves are vegan as a result. They go to the extremes of refusing to eat any part of a planet that results in the plant's death (thus carrots are not part of their diet.) This is how important an Elf sees life, all life, any life, even the life of a murderer, to be.
In the Elf mind Murder is the worst sin of all, as it robs a living creature of its freedom to be alive.
In Elf society murder is the worst crime, and murder of a family member is the worst type of murder...
Yet Quaraun's father, publicly beat his mother to death, shattering her skull and crushing her brain, while most of the village watched and did nothing. He went unpunished.
Why?
Because he was a Moon Elf, and Moon Elves, don't care about non-Moon Elf life. Unlike other Elves, Moon Elves are not vegan. They eat plants with no thought to killing the plant, they eat animals - including other Elves and Humans. It's only considered cannibalism if you eat another Moon Elf, but any other type of Elf is on the menu as, they are of tainted blood and the not worthy of being alive, according to Moon Elf mind set.
In Moon Elf society, murdering another Moon Elf is a crime, but first, what you did has to be considered to be murder...
Quaraun's father, publicly beat his mother to death, shattering her skull and crushing her brain, while most of the village watched and did nothing. He went unpunished. Because he had (falsely) accused her of bedding with a Faerie. There was no evidence to support this accusation, nor could any Fae be found in the region. Though murdering a family member is strictly forbidden and punishable, he went unpunished for murdering his wife, because in the minds of the others, she had committed the worst sin possible: she bedded with a non-Elf at the risk of creating a half-Elf mongrel. Thus no one saw it as murder when he killed her, but rather they saw it as him serving justice.
And that therefore brings us to the worst possible crime that could be committed in Moon elf society: Sexual Relations with non-Elves. Or even to have sex with an Elf that is any race of Elf other then a Moon Elf.
The Moon Elves believe (without proof or evidence) that they are the purest, most god-like, of any being in all creation, by virtue of their being the whitest skinned, whitest haired species or race known to exist. They are a race of Elves made up entirely of albinos (a result of many generations of incest, as real world albinism is caused by 3 generations of incest, thus I could not justify writing an albino character that was not medically accurate to the real world.)
While every one knows the High Elves are known for being a little odd and are prone to delusional arrogant self images of grandeur, the Moon Elves in particular, take this to levels that go beyond insanity. The most fanatical extremists of all the aristocratic High Elves, Moon Elves glorify their whiter then white pure whiteness taking their white Elf pure blooded superiority to levels of the utmost extreme, to the point that they kill at birth all none albino babies, and then turn on the mother accusing her of having bedded with a non-Moon Elf.
It's the 900s when Quaraun was born. It's the 900s when his mother died. It's early Medieval period, long before anyone knew of genetic variations causing different colour of skin. In the Moon Elf mind, if a baby is just a few shades darker then it's father, even if still technically albion, that is enough to warrant killing both baby and mother.
If a Moon Elf toddler starts acting emotional or not Elf-like, the father will kill the child, claiming it was a Faerie Changeling, then kill the mother claiming she was an adulteress who bedded with a Faerie.
This was the case with Quaraun and his parents. Quaraun at age 3, started displaying "Faerie behaviour" of laughters and smiling and dancing around with flowers. His father responded by murdering his mother. He was about to murder the child as well, but the Moon Elf King stepped in and declared it was better to spare the child and sell him as a slave to a Demon priest, stating that the child was not to blame for the sins of the mother. Thus Quaraun was raised by a group of Demon priests.
Most Humans (in the series) would look at the "execution" of the wife/mother and think "it was because she committed adultery" and then would mumble something about the Bible and Christian morals, etc, completely overlooking the fact that the Elves are not Christians and have no concept of the Bible. *(The series is set in the 900s to 1400s Earth, and thus features the whole "templar knights"/"Church of England" mind set in the Human characters, who immediately compare everything to how they translate the Bible.)*
However, in actuality, adultery had nothing to do with it. Moon Elves are not bothered by their spouses bedding with other Moon Elves. A male Moon Elf bedding with his neighbour's wife or vice versa, is seen as normal Moon Elf behaviour.
The actual crime was not "adultery" but rather "muddying the blood" or taking a risk at creating a half-Elf. Moon Elves claim to have the purest, most direct bloodline to god, and to defile the purity of their divine blood is the worst sin that can be committed.
Henrich Kramer has just published the Maleficus Maleficarum, the witch hunting craze is just getting started. Millions are about to be murdered across Europe in the name of cleansing the Earth od witches. Magistrates are being hung as fast as witches because they say their needs to be law and order while witch hunting crazed mobs are just screaming "kill the witch". This is the Human world these Elves are living in. So that's the type of mentality/mindset of the series.
And the Elves are more hysterical and fanatical than the Humans!
In other words, there is no due process for you. No justice system. You are at the mercy of the mob, who are not waiting around for the magistrate to arrive and deal "justice" that may not weigh with what they want. They were called The Dark Ages for a reason. Logic has given way to angry mobs and you don't stand a fighting chance. Your best bet is to run for the nearest forest and hope you can find a place to hide.
If you are a Moon Elf and you bedded with a non-Moon Elf, you are at the mercy of your accusers regardless of if you are guilty or not. You may be stoned, you may be hung, you may be striped naked and tied to horses then dragged through the streets. Each of those things has been done. You are at the mercy of the mob, what they do to you, depends on the whims of the mob.
If you are a female, you'll be seen as "a silly female who is slave to her lust" and your death will be much quicker, that if you are a male who is seen as "more intelligent" and ths should know better. A female will be killed within a few hours, a male will be tortured for days, or weeks if you can stay alive that long.
If by chance you are somehow an important member of society (likely part of the royal family) you may only be tortured, then castrated, then cut out of the hive mind and outcast, but left to live.
In most cases there is no proof or evidence, and it's just one person pointing a finger, often that person knows full well you are innocent and just wants to be rid of you.
The Moon Elves are so fanatical in their hatred for all things not them, that they can be riled into a murderous frenzied mob at the drop of a pin.
(Most Elves are NOT like this. Most Elves are peaceful. The High Elves are prone to more radical thinking due to their excessive drug use, which is the reason they are call "high" Elves. Moon Elves are the most extreme of the extremists. Moon Elf society is not typical of all Elves, they are seen by other Elves as radical extremists. Most Elves try to avoid contact with the Moon elves because as a general the Moon Elves are seen to be insane. The Moon Elves live isolated from the rest of society and rarely come down out of the mountains.)
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In the case of Quaraun, he was caught in bed with a what they thought was a half-Elf/half-Faerie. Even though the Fae was a male and no chance of creating a half-Elf from two males bedding together, this did not matter. All that mattered was he was a Moon Elf and the person in his bed with him was not, the non-Elf's gender was not taken into consideration. Also not taken into consideration was the time, place, or conditions... it was a blizzard, the two had become trapped in a storm, they had slept huddled together to keep warm through the storm. They had not had sex and were just sleeping together because it was a very cold winter night. But there was no explaining this to an angry mob, because one was a Moon Elf and the other a Faerie and that was the only thing anyone saw.
The Faerie escaped the mob, and fled to the forest, not realizing what was about to be done to the Elf else he would have stayed to prevent it,, but he was unfamiliar with Moon Elf ways. Quaraun was dragged out of bed, stripped naked, dragged through the street by horse, taken to a tree at the center of the village, hung upside down by his ankles, and left there for 5 days while the villagers threw rocks at him, hit him, beat him with sticks, cut him with knives, etc. His own father took a knife and mutilated his genitals leaving him nearly castrated, then sliced his belly open pulling his entrails out of him. When it became obvious Quaraun was near death, they took him down, dragged him out into the forest, near where an Elf Eating Phooka had been sighted, and used him as bait in a trap to try to catch the beast.
Unknown to the Moon Elves is what type of Fae it had been, that they had found in bed with Quaraun. What they saw was a little old man, a tiny half Elf half Faerie, whom they likely assumed to be a Leprechaun or FarDarrig. That they were setting up a Phooka trap, nearly at the front door of the old candy maker's gingerbread house, was completely overlooked by them.
Quaraun survived as the Faerie returned, emerging from his gingerbread house to see what it was the Elves were doing in his front yard... the mob by that point (it had been 5 days) was calmed down quite a bit and only a few of them were still at it. When the old crippled little Half-Elf toddled out of his gingerbread house, limping along on a seemingly lame leg, looking like harmless Phooka bait himself, he asked the Moon Elves what they were doing, they explained to him "We're catching a Phooka, go back to your candy shop, we'll deal with you later."
To which the tiny old man replied "What if the Phooka you seek loves the Elf you've used for bait and is unhappy with how you've treated his lover?"
The Elves started laughing, but the old man, being a shapeshifter, melted away to reveal he was in fact King Gwallmaiic, the demonic black Unicorn they were trying to catch, King of the Faeries and the Elf Eater himself. Before the Elves had time to react, the Elf Eating Phooka slaughtered the Elves in the mob, turned into a giant fire breathing Friesian stallion and trampled them under his hooves, then eat them and galloped off laughing hysterically with their heads skewered on his horn. Never trust a Unicorn - their innocence is a facade. Or little old men with gingerbread houses - as no one who was not evil, ever lived in a gingerbread house.
(This scene comes from the novel titled "BoomFuzzy" btw.)
Quaraun would have died from his injuries that day, but the Faerie King used Fae magic to put the wounded Elf in a RipVanWinkle-coma-like sleep which lasted for several months, while he tended to the Elf's wounds. As it turned out, the Faerie King was not as evil as rumours said he was and the Phooka had great compassion for any wounded beast he encountered, and was appalled by the way the Elf had been treated by his own kin. When Quaraun woke up after the spell was lifted, he thought it was only minutes later and that the mob was still after him, not realizing his attackers were dead. He was traumatized out of his mind, so mentally deranged with fear that he was unable to function in society any more (thus why he became called "Quaraun the Insane"). The Faerie King, seeing that the poor Elf would never be able to return to Elf society, and realizing that it was his fault this had happened to the Elf, kept the now insane Elf as his pet/lover, thus the accusation that had been false, because true after the fact. (Theirs is a Seme-Uke relationship, Quaraun is the Uke.)
Since then Quaraun became afraid to sleep, going days on end refusing to sleep and sleeping only when he finally collapses from exhaustion. At which point his Phookan lover watches over him and protects him. Quaraun suffers from serious PTSD, and though he is himself an Elf, he now has a phobia of Elves and avoids contact with them, becoming a wandering vagabond wizard, living on the run, always fearing another mob is just around the corner waiting to kill him. He was deeply traumatized. He walks a dozen or more miles every day, obsessively unable to stop walking, for fear if he does, he'll be attacked again.
Most Elves do not survive an ordeal like this. Quaraun is one of the few known, to have not been killed by this method. Many said, that due to his mental state after, it would have been better had he not lived through the punishment, as his quality of life had been reduced to his being terrified to be alive and always running from shadows, frightened out of his mind of every sight and sound that passes near him.
Pink.
Quaraun loves pink.
Wears pink, painted his tower pink.
Quaraun's obsession with wearing pink clothes often gets him in trouble.
Quaraun is a full blooded High Elf, born into a clan that is fanatically racist against everything not them, including other Elves. They have laws against half-Elves and laws against being friends with non-Elves.
Quaraun's two best friends are a Faerie (Unicorn) and a half-Demon/half-Elf (GhoulSpawn). Of his 4 wives, one is a Human, one is a half-Elf, and one is an alien.
There are several instances when people try to bully his half-Elf friend GhoulSpawn, and Quaraun is quick to stand up for him, protecting and defending the half-Elf. Quaraun is often classified by other Elves as "insane" simply because he is willing to be friends with a half-Elf.
It is not so much of a political view, as it is Quaraun not seeing the point of being a mean spirited, white power, bigoted hate monger.
Later in life, he has to struggle with the ban on Thullids.
All of the Thullids are gathered together and slaughtered.
Thullids being alien jelly fish that get into a person's brain, eat the brain, killing their host, then living inside the body, pretending to be the person they killed. Basically a pod-people sort of thing.
Humans from the future, go back to the past and gather up all the Thullids, then systematically murder them, by beheading them, removing the jellyfish, and then crushing it. This is how Quaraun dies, an event that GhoulSpawn witnessed and was traumatized by.
GhoulSpawn is captured, along with Quaraun. While Quaraun is brutally murdered by the Thullid haters, they let GhoulSpawn live, not realizing that he too is a Thullid, assuming him to have been nothing more then a Thrall to Quaraun.
After Quaraun's death, Gremlin begins to travel back in time and change events in Quaraun's life, trying to prevent the events which ultimately lead up to Quaraun's murder. Gremlin is the "shadowy figure" mentioned in several scenes of several novels (for example the scene in BoomFuzzy when Gibedon stabs BoomFuzzy and a "shadowy figure" appears and pulls Quaraun out of the room to prevent him from seeing what Gibedon did.)
Different from his race/ethnicity, is the prejudices because of his career. While Wizardry was once seen as an Elite Class of Highly Respected Priests, by the time period of the Quaraun series (around the 1450s) Wizards have lost their social standing and are now seen as scum of the Earth no better then prostitutes, thieves, and charletons.
Main character, Quaraun, is typical of most Wizards in the Quaraun series. He was taken from his family by a Thullid priest at the age of 9. Born in Quebec, he was raised by the DiJinn in Persia, on the other side of the planet. As an adult he escaped his captors and made the long journey back home. He was not accepted back into Elf society and seen as a freak. The other Elves teased and bullied him. He is often beaten, raped, and several times publicly humiliated by being striped naked and hung upside down from a tree in the village center, where the villagers would gather to beat him with sticks and throw rocks at him. It was during one of these events, that one Elf took a knife and attempted to castrate him, resulting in the horrific scars and permanent damage done to his penis, which in turn results in his near inability to have sexual intercourse, resulting in him eventually preferring to be a bottom to other men, resulting in his 3 way relationship with his two male lovers Unicorn and GhoulSpawn.
Space Dock 13
aka
The Black Tower
For a wizard to be publicly beaten, humiliated, and castrated is not uncommon. Many wizards are eunuchs because of this.
Society's ill treatment of wizards, is the cause of many wizards believing in celibacy, most refusing to have sex, falsely claiming to be eunuchs to prevent themselves being castrated by angry mobs.
Because Wizards are often hunted down and killed by the law, it became common practice for Wizards to live in isolated regions - on top difficult to reach mountains, in isolated deserts, or on tiny islands in the ocean.
Most Wizards took to living in tall stone towers as a way to protect themselves from the mindless hate of simple-minded Humans, with nothing better to do then bully those different then themselves.
While the top floor of the these tall towers have windows, there are no windows on the lower levels, and the door into the tower is invisible to the naked eye, hidden by powerful spells to prevent anyone from gaining access.
It is not uncommon for a Wizard to disguise his tower as something else, such as a Lighthouse.
Many Wizards, especially those whom have been heavily abused by society, are fearful of having contact with other people, often to the point of agoraphobicly locking themselves in their towers and never setting foot outside again. Later on in life, Quaraun is one such wizard.
It is not uncommon for a small group of wizards to band together, as other wizards are often the only friends a wizard has. Thus if one does see a wizard, it is likely you'll see more then one.
Quaraun himself, lives with two other wizards: The Illusionist Wizard King Gwallmaiic/BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, and The Chaos Wizard GhoulSpawn. All three of them have been victims of violent race crimes against wizards. Each of the three of them is scared to live alone. All three of them live together in Black Tower.
Because they are themselves heavily persecuted, Wizards are often more accepting of minorities, and outcasts of society. Wizards tend to be sympathetic towards Faeries, Demons, half-Elves, thieves, prostitutes, coloured races, same sex couples, and transgender people. Quaraun is no exception to this and is quick to show sympathy for most every person he meets.
Both Wizards and their towers are a rare thing to see. Only a handful of Wizards exist in the world. Probably fewer then 100 Wizards are alive at any given time period.
Quaraun in fact, when he is at home, lives in a haunted lighthouse known as The Black Tower.
Black Tower (also known as Space Dock # 13) is an interdimensional beacon, that exists in many places at once. There are at least 7 planets it is known to exist on simultaneously, and it also exists at all points of Earth's history.
Eel-Kat, leader of the Ptarmagin Kats, is seen on the cover of this book.
The Wizards did not build it. It was in fact built by the Ptarmagin Kets, a group of highly intelligent aliens, who resemble common domestic house cats, and have infiltrated planet Earth, by pretending to be house cats.
There are 21 of these interdimensional beacons, each being a port, for the Kat's space ship which they park at the bottom of deep oceans, and then lock into place using a tractor bean from the beacon.
Known as "The Haunted Lighthouse" to Humans, and "Black Tower" to the Elves, it's true name is Space Dock #13, it being the 13th such interdimensional beacon built by the Ptarmagin Kats.
The Kats, wishing to keep a low profile while on Earth and knowing that most wizards are thought of as being insane, thus no one would believe a wizard if he said he saw a talking cat... the Kats thus often confide in Wizards and hire Wizards to keep notes of Human activity and report back to the Kats.
No one really knows why the Kats are on Earth and what they do with the notes Wizards give them, but Wizards, being lonely outcasts unable to find friends elsewhere, and desperately desiring to have someone to talk too, often are seen with these black alien cats riding on their shoulders or scampering along behind them, whom the Humans call "familiars".
Quaraun, like most Elves in general is a vegetarian. Early in life, before he had the dragon's hoard, Quaraun is described as overly skinny.
Quaraun also loves candy, chocolates, and pastries, and later in life, after having the dragon's hoard and the ability to buy endless pastries, Quaraun begins to gain weight, being described as "chubby" as a result of this.
Quaraun's favorite food is chocolate covered apricots and eggnog.
Unlike GhoulSpawn, who is very, very sexual, Quaraun has almost no sexual desire at all.
Quaraun is asexual, meaning a person with no sex drive.
He is also demi-sexual, meaning though he is uninterested in sex, he is aware that his partners have sex drives and will have sex with them.
Quaraun is frequently seen with many prostitutes, whom he enjoys socializing with, and pays them to spend time with him, though he rarely ever has sex with them.
It is not uncommon for the 3 of the wizards (Quaraun, Unicorn, and GhoulSpawn) to spend the night at whore houses, with only GhoulSpawn ever having sex with the women, and then all of them, the 3 wizards and the women, sleeping together. (As in actual sleep.) This is due to Quaraun being a pure blooded High Elf, and his species, normally have communal sleeping habits with a dozen or more people all in bed together. Elves are often noted for stating: "No one really notices who is cuddled up with who, just as long as everyone is together, it's all good."
Quaraun is an extremely emotional and extremely social Elf. He gets lonely when not in a group and becomes suicidally depressed when alone completely. Unicorn and GhoulSpawn long ago discovered the danger of leaving Quaraun by himself, as Quaraun often attempts suicide if there is no one with him.
His needing to have people with him, is a large part of why he goes to whore houses and will request that 4 or 5 girls spend the night with him, requesting that they only cuddle with him and keep him company during the night, but not have sex with him.
Because of the injury to his penis (mentioned earlier) Quaraun is very shy about his mutilating scars and refuses to let any one look at him naked...including Unicorn and GhoulSpawn.
Women whom Quaraun has had sex with, say the scars make him better at giving them orgasms.
Because sex is difficult and painful for him, Quaraun rarely every uses females and instead bottoms to other men.
When one looks at the amount of children he has, this would seem a contradiction. But one must take into consideration he lived for 750 years and most of the pregnancies were twins or triplets, which means he was only having sex with females once every 2 or 3 decades. (Once every 20 to 30 years.)
Quaraun frequently bottoms for GhoulSpawn.
Later on in their relationship, GhoulSpawn and Unicorn together frequently double stuff Quaraun.
Later in the series, when Quaraun's third wife enters the relationship, Quaraun and GhoulSpawn are both frequently in her at once.
I always write my male main characters with small penises and big balls. And have there love interests prefer these features.
Why?
In my experience the bigger the dick the smaller the balls, but the smaller the dick, the bigger the balls; in my case it's not so much the size of the penis I'm interested in as it is the size of the balls... I just like a guy that is hung like a horse (keeping in mind that "hung like a horse" is a reference to big balls that swing freely during sex - for some reason a lot of people think it refers to the dick - obviously they never raised horses)
basically, if you ain't got big enough balls to have a hefty swing to them, I ain't interested, and every man I've ever seen who had the kind of balls I liked, also had a small penis.
There is a scientific reason for it as well - a big dick, stretches the skin forward and lifts the scrotum, compressing the sac size, causing the balls to be smaller and closer to the body; whereas a small penis, has a looser sheath skin, that allows the ball sac to stretch downward away from the body, allowing the balls themselves to hang low and swing.
Additionally, an uncircumcised man has more skin to work with, resulting in even lower hung and better swinging balls.
Any woman who's ever had sex with a man who's balls were hung low enough to slap against her during sex, knows why the preference for a smaller and uncircumcised penis, because it = better orgasm for her.
Quaraun is therefore designed in this manner. Thus the small penis, large balls, and being uncircumcised. Additionally his penal sub incision scars enhance the pleasure for his partners.
What does he prefer? He actually doesn't have a preference and his partners are all quite a bit different from each other physically and racially. Quaraun prefers anyone who can overlook his eccentricities and accept him as he is, which most people don't do.
Moon Elves glow in the dark on nights of the full moon.
A Moon Elf can be identified from other types of Elves for this reason.
Quaraun likes to hang out at taverns/bars and whore houses - to the point that it could be said he practically lives at them.
Being an Elf who has had very little interaction with Humans, he finds it fascinating to watch Humans go about their daily lives.
He has a tendency to jump up and run away at the slightest sound. He is extremely flighty. From childhood, he has a tendency towards extreme paranoia, due to the level of abuse he was subjected to.
Most people say he is smug and arrogant. And around strangers he often is. This however is more of a show then anything else, as Quaraun is very small, very short, has a crippled lame leg, can not run, has difficulty walking, is in poor health, and knows he can not win a fight or outrun an attacker. Thus when frightened or in the company of people he either does not know or does not trust, he becomes seemingly very smug and arrogant, as a way to mask his fear and low self esteem.
When approached by a stranger, he becomes very bitchy, excessively angry, and will often start throwing a temper tantrum. Again this is more show than real anger. It's him becoming very frightened and trying to get you to back away from him. You've invaded his personal space, making him feel threatened and uncomfortable. He knows that most people do not like to become the center of attention and will quickly slink away if someone near them is making a scene, so the first thing he does when a stranger approaches him, is make the biggest, loudest scene he can. Think of him like a peacock fluffing his tail to scare away any threats. So while strangers see him as being arrogant and bitchy, what they are actually seeing is him being extremely frightened and putting on a show because he's trying to get you to back away from him and leave him alone.
While he can often seem very extroverted, he is in vact very introverted, self conscious, shy, and suffers from very low self esteem.
Quaraun has a marked lack of social skills, can act very immature and childish, and often is clueless to the fact that many things he says come off as highly offensive.
Because of his Autism, Quaraun has no concept of slang, colloquialisms, idioms, proverbial phrases, acronyms, insinuations, metaphors, hyperbole, exaggeration ,innuendos, or euphemisms and says exactly what he means. He will not understand the meaning of what someone says if they do not use direct dictionary meanings of words.
For example, if something happens a long time ago and a person says to him: "that happened a million years ago" (hyperbole) he will literally believe it happened exactly 1 million years ago, and not understand that you meant to say: "that happened a long time ago." Or if you say: "Money talks" meaning you want him to bribe you with money before you'll answer him, he will assume you have an enchanted coin that literally has conversations with you.
Elves normally are very prim and proper, daintily living by social etiquettes, quietly sipping tea, politely keeping their voices down. Quaraun, having not been raised by Elves, lacks these traits.
Quaraun was raised by Demons and lives with Faeries and acts like both. He's rude, brash, swears, uses crude vulgar language, drinks wine from the bottle or guzzled out of beer mugs, burps in public, hikes up his skirts and puts his feet on the table, and over all has no manners whatsoever.
The world's most powerful wizard/most feared necromancer, suffers from punding and can be easily defeated by anyone who knew to mess up any neatly organized row/set of objects near him. The sight of something messed up and out of place distracts his concentration so bad, that he'll have to stop whatever dastardly deed of evil that he is doing, to go straightening up, whatever it is you messed up. Once he gets started neatening and organizing, he'll find other things in need of being sorted out, and will be busy for hours. It'll be 10 or 12 hours later before he remembers he was in the middle of some dastardly deed, but by that time whomever he was after is long gone.
Of all the things that Quaraun does however, his most marked characteristic, the one that stands out more then anything else, is Punding .
Punding is a type of nervous tic, that people with severe levels of social anxiety do. Autistics, Aspies, people with PTSD and OCD, all display various levels of Punding. It can vary from mildly disruptive of every day functions, to completely crippling their ability to function in normal society. The level of severity can change from one day to the next depending on the situation.
Quaraun has Stereotypy, Tics, Stimming, and Punding going out the wazoo. He's doing one or the other constantly and has far too many variations of each to count.
Let's try to count a few of his most common Stereotypy, Tics, Stimming, and Pundings:
Someone with Autism has rituals they have to perform at certain times of the day. Rituals that must be done exactly every time, with no amount of change.
Quaraun has very long hair, In excess of 12 feet. Every morning, at the exact same time of every day, he very carefully lets his hair down and brushes it 100 times. It doesn't matter what is going on around him - thunder, lightening, war, pirates attacking the ship he's on - Quaraun will not stop brushing his hair until he has counted to a hundred strokes. And if you interrupt him and make him lose count, he starts over again.
While this is seen as a minor annoyance (by other characters) in almost every novel, this activity takes front and center stage in Captain Quick and the Pirate Ship Rent-A-Prize, when Quaraun is in the middle of his morning hair brushing ritual, as pirates attack the ship and take the crew hostage and much to the annoyance of the pirates, Quaraun refuses to allow himself to be taken hostage until after he has finished brushing his hair, which causes the pirates to realize Quaraun is close to being mentally retarded, which results in their singling him out from the rest of the crew to beat and rape him.
In nearly every novel, you also see, Quaraun's daily ritual of unpacking his bag of holding, then unpacking the boxes in the bag, one box in particular becoming his focus. The large wooden box is filled with dozens of tiny hand blow glass bottles, each a bright vibrant colour.
Every night before bed, Quaraun unpacks the box, carefully lining up the bottles in rainbow order (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink), lining them up along the floor for no particular reason at all, then carefully putting them back in the box.
The group had stopped for the night and as usual, Quaraun was busy emptying his bag of holding on the ground and lining up it's contents in a row.
"Quaraun," BeaLuna said to the Elf. "We need the tent."
"Okay," Quaraun said, while opening his box of tiny vials and making no attempt to get the tent out of his bag.
BeaLuna helped Bullgaar lay out the bedrolls, while Unicorn watched and did absolutely nothing to help them set up camp.
Several minutes passed.
"Quaraun," BeaLuna said. "You didn't get out the tent yet."
"I know."
"I know you know. Why didn't you do it?"
"I'm busy."
"Busy? Busy? BUSY! You call THIS busy? You're not doing anything!"
"I'm counting."
"You do this every night, Quaraun."
"I know."
"It's getting dark. I'm tired. I want to go to bed. We need the tent set up."
"In a minute."
"Your 'in a minutes' go on for hours. Just put the damned tent up, you can do this after."
"I'm almost done."
"No you're not. You'll be doing this for hours. Put the tent up, so we can get some sleep. You can do this later."
"No. I have to do it now."
"No you don't. The tent has to go up now. This can wait."
"I have to make sure they're all here."
"How could any of them not be there. You have them in a box in a box in a bag, tied to your belt, that you never let out of your sight. There's no way anything could be missing."
"I can't lose any of them."
"Quaraun, stop it."
"No."
"Quaraun, you don't have to do this."
"Yes. I do."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"No."
"Then why are you doing it?"
"I have to."
"Quaraun. Stop."
The Elf continued lining the bottles up, very carefully making sure the line was straight, and fussing over any bottle not in perfect alignment to the one beside it.
"Quaraun. This is getting ridiculous."
The Elf was no longer listening to her. He was now working on a row of heart shaped bottles, beside the row of star shaped bottles.
"Are you listening to me?" The Gnome yelled.
Quaraun said nothing. He was preoccupied with his work.
"Leave de twit alone, BeaLuna," Unicorn said. "Him is nay hurting not'ing."
"He's driving me crazy."
"Well, join da club."
"If you hadn't noticed, he's been doing that every single damned night."
"I had noted. I does nay see da problem. Him no hurting not'ing."
"Do you have any idea how much time we lose each day, waiting for him to be an idiot?"
"It not likes we gots no place we needs ta be."
"He spends two hours every morning with his hair."
"Have ya seen how long hims hair is?"
"He could try being sane and cutting it like a normal person would do."
"Him has superstitions 'bouts hims hair."
"He hasn't cut his hair in 300 years."
"I knows it."
"He spends two hours every night lining up those damned bottles."
"Again, him not bot'ering no one."
BeaLuna glared at Quaraun, who was now working on a row of round, globe shaped bottles.
"WILL YOU STOP IT!"
BeaLuna grabbed the box and pushed it and the bottles off to the side, knocking every one of them out of order.
Quaraun sat, dumb founded, staring at the mixed up pile of bottles on the ground. The whole group fell silent, watching Quaraun and waiting to see how he would react, expecting him to start screaming at any moment, knowing that such an interruption usually resulted in a temper tantrum, but he continued to stare silently at the bottles. He didn't move. Every muscle was rigid and stiff. His hands began to tremble.
"I think you broke him," Bullgaar said.
~From "The Journey Begins" (Volume 4 of The Quaraun series)
Wikipedia has the following to say about Punding:
Punding activity is characterized by compulsive fascination with and performance of repetitive, mechanical tasks, such as assembling and disassembling, collecting, or sorting household objects. For example, punding may consist of activities such as:
People engaging in punding find immersion in such activities comforting, even when it serves no purpose, and generally find it very frustrating to be diverted from them. They are not generally aware that there is a compulsive element, but will continue even when they have good reason to stop. Rylander describes a burglar who started punding, and could not stop, even though he was suffering from an increasing apprehension of being caught. Interrupting can lead to various responses, including violent rage.
Quaraun is too depressed to think he has ever done anything worthy of being seen as an achievement.
Before 2014, the original cover art for the Quaraun series featured the Bag of Holding, shown from a different angle on each cover.
Since 2014, the Bag of Holding is now seen on all the covers of the series.
Not as an Elf.
The Thullid who lives inside of his body, is in fact the Sacred Pink Jelly Fish herself.
The Di'Jinn priests named him Quaraun (which is a real Persian name that means "one who walks with god"), after they took the Sacred Pink Jelly Fish and implanted her into his brain. Essentially they killed the Elf, and his body was used as a "husk" to allow the Goddess to be able to have a body of her own and walk freely among the people (rather than being stuck in a fish tank, which is where she lived before being implanted into the Moon Elf's body.) (This is "Demon Possession" by the way. In the Quaraun series, Demons can literally take your body and live inside of it, making your their puppet. - In other words, Quaraun is a Demon Possessed Moon Elf.)
Because she has no concept of any Earth society or culture and she has psionic powers, she often wishes her attackers dead, and whomever is beating/bullying/humiliation the Elf, simply drops dead. Which resulted in the world as a whole being terrified of Quaraun calling him "the world's most powerful wizard".
In the novels, you see Quaraun go back and forth between calling himself a male Elf and using male pronouns, to calling herself a female Thullid and using female pronouns, because he is both, him being a male Elf with a female Thullid living inside him.
The Sacred Pink Jellyfish is an Elder Brain that can control all the other Thullids. She has psionic powers, that cause Quaraun to be able to kill every person on a planet, simply by saying "Die!"
His pink beaded heart shaped bag of holding, which is seen on the cover of every volume of the series.
With the exception of the volcano full of dragon gold, everything he owns is in this bag. All his cloths, all his jewelry, all his weapons, Gibedon's head, the black obsidian dagger, his big pink thorne, his even bigger pink tent.
BoomFuzzy.
While he loves all of his spouses, he favors BookFuzzy the Unicorn over the rest and makes no secret of this favoritism.
GhoulSpawn and Pippiatta, he loves nearly as much, with the 3 of them being the lovers he dotes on constantly.
Yes.
Hurting his family.
He is very protective of his family.
He did sacrifice 4 of his children in order to use their souls to resurrect his lover.
After the deaths of his 4 children, Quaraun is unable to stay settled and wanders across the planet for the next 400 years.
He tends to live in a pink pavilion tent that he sets up along road sides.
One of my players, who is male, plays an 11 year old girl. I did a little research, and that is about the time women get her first period. My question is: Am I a sick wierdo for thinking of putting that in my game? Is it a little sexist? Is it going to be funny for putting a male player in that kind of situation? Maybe I should just forget about it. I just want to get some opinions, especially if there are female players reading this. However unlikely that might be. Anyways, comment away.
A question for players playing a female character(Regardless of irl gender): Have you ever RPed "That time of the month"? from DungeonsAndDragons
>especially if there are female players reading this. However unlikely that might be.
You do realize there are MORE female players than male players, but that girls tend to avoid playing with guys, because of very things like this topic?
In every game group I've ever been in (dozens in the last 40 years) every group always started out with a high rate of female players, usually at a rate of 3 girls for every 1 guy in the group. By the 3rd or 4th game session the girls would start dropping out, because the guy players would think bullying and teasing the girl players was not only funny, but okay because "I'm not the one teasing her, it's my character doing it".
Let me tell you a story about why all girl game groups exist and why it is so hard to get a girl to play with a guy.
I'm a girl.
I DM 3 different game groups.
I'm a player in many more.
In most games I play the same character. THIS CHARACTER. He is a male Elf wizard. In spite of my being a female in real life, I find it's not safe to lay a female in game due to the way male players have their male characters bully female characters. Thus outside of an all girl group, I play male characters.
Here's why...
Pointing out here that, as a teenager age 14, 40 years ago, I was raped in real life and so I don't find rape funny... in the real world, or in a game session... I don't find sexual harassment on ANY level funny... and people who think making sexual jokes is funny, absolutely disgust me...
One game group in college had 5 female players and 9 male players. I was one of the 5 girls, and I was playing the male Elf wizard character I linked to above. One night about 10 sessions into the game, the PCs came to a tavern for the night. A gang of Mountain Trolls has been harassing the village and we are about to go deal with that in the morning. The DM asks the players what they are going to do...
An Wood Elf Ranger says that for his turn he's gonna "Sell the High Elf to the Mountain Trolls as a sex slave."... he adds out of character that, it's what a Wood Elf would do because Wood Elves don't like High Elves.
This roll is successful.
So, I get sold as a sex slave to a gang of Mountain Trolls.
The DM, immediately turns to the others in the group, and says: "He just sold one of your teammates into slavery what are you gonna do?" (He's obviously expecting them to rescue me and turn on the Wood Elf)
The Dwarf says: "I start taking bets on how many trolls can fuck the slut before she dies." Like the other player, he adds "Nothing personal, it's just that Dwarves don't like Elves and I have to play it like my character would."
Keep in mind, that though I'm a female in real life I am playing a MALEcharacter.
One by one each of the male players have their characters making lewd remarks, one says he's off to masterbate while he "watched the she-Elf get raped by trolls" adding that, he's a Human and that's what Humans would do.
As this whole thing unfolds, the DM's face is draining of every emotion as absolute horror comes over him. The DM is just a kid, maybe 21 years old and he's trying to run a game of fighting monsters, and this "let's rape the she-Elf" mob that the players turned into was clearly the last thing he expected to happen.
But the thing is... We had been playing weekly sessions for months now, and the fact that my character was a male was very plainly states over and over again. The DM always referred to him as male, the other girl players referred to him as male.... the guy players, REFUSED to acknowledge that this was a male Elf. And in game had now sold a MALE Elf to a group of horny male trolls as a sex slave.
As you know, all the game sessions I played in, have gone on to be part of the Quaraun series.
The game session when Quaraun was sold by a Wood Elf to a gang of Mountain Trolls, appears in The Obsidian Idol of the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley.
It was quick thinking on the DM's part, to have the trolls enraged at having been cheated, and turn on the party members that sold the Eld into slavery, soon as they striped my character naked and realized - we got us a boy Elf here...
The guys in the group were sitting around shocked... no one of them had been aware of the fact my character was a male. They had been too busy tossing sex jokes at the girl players the past 3 months, to pay attention to the fact that the girl players were playing male characters.
One guy jumped up infuriated and yelled: "No one told me the wizard was a tranny!" He stormed out of the room and never came back to another game session after that.
Even though the DM and all the girl players had paid attention to the game and knew the character was a male, the guys playing the game with us, were too busy poking fun at the girl players to notice their characters were males, and this event, resulted in them now accusing me of playing a transvestite, even though I wasn't.
Three of the guys left the group that night never to return, each stating that they had only joined our group because they were looking for geeky girls to get in bed with, stating that "geeky girls are easy", but adding that they didn't want anything to do with girls who played as boy characters because it was inappropriate.
After the game ended the poor DM came up to me apologizing over and over again. "I thought the group would rescue you and punish the Wood Elf. I had no idea they would all join him. I'm so sorry. This is not what I had planned."
BTW... as a result of that game session...
I now play Quaraun as a transvestite, as in the game session the following week, the remaining characters had to come up with an explanation as to how the Wood Elf succeeded in selling my male character as a female... because the players who left, left on grounds of they wanted nothing to do with transvestites... we went with it. Now 2 decades later Quaraun is still a male Elf and is still getting sold into slavery by other players as we took a very bad game session gone wrong and turned it into a running gag, with my poor Elf being the groups "damsel in distress".
This is also the game session that resulted in my character becoming the paranoid nervous wreck I would play him as later. Along with why from that game session forward, he has no ability to trust his team mates in any game, and why he now suffers from PTSD.
These are all things that were NOT part of his character, before that game session.
And while that event was certainly the most extreme I had encountered... sadly it was very typical of most game groups and is the reason why when girls play D&D they tend to form all girl player groups and avoid letting guys know they have game nights for girls.
For some reason, guys feel that sexually harassing girls in character is okay because it's their character and "not them" doing it.
Well, in the case of your question here.... perhaps it would be best if you turned the tables around... if you force a female character to act out getting her first period.... do you also force a male character to act out getting his first erection?
What's good for the goose is good for the gander.
Never put a player or their character in an embarrassing position, it'll ruin the game for everyone and leave your players heading to forums to tell nightmare stories of the DM that was a bully instead of being a great story teller.
I think the question is this: Do you want your players to see you as their leader they look up to or a bully they no longer want to spend time with?
D&D should be a time when EVERYONE is having fun... not just the bullies who have fun at the expense of others.
You got to remember, in a game like D&D, it's easy for players to get caught up in herd mentality and attack a player "in character" and not realize how badly they hurt the real person's feelings. I've seen a lot of "in character jokes" be used as excuses to hurt people. It shouldn't happen, but it does, and your job as DM, is to make sure it doesn't happen.
When the DM sets out to include things in a game that are embarrassing or single out a player... you're only asking for a can of worms that has chances of hurting someone and ending friendships. While embarrassing a person may be fun for the bully, it's not fun for the person being bullied, and forcing your players into embarrassing situations, is bullying the players. No player should ever be made to feel the DM is bullying them.
The short answer: If you have to ask if doing a thing might hurt someone's feelings, then you already know it well.
If you are wondering where the rest of the questions went (the original Squidoo article had 1,000 of them), I've only included here, the ones which I answered for this character. See other character profiles for other questions.
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