Update: April 16, 2022

Tomorrow is Easter.

Easter, like Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Mother's day is one of the worst days of the year. A day that celebrates children and motherhood. On November 14, 2013, while I was 8 month pregnant, and putting bags on the back seat of my car, three still unidentified attackers, brought golf clubs down on my back, breaking my spine and murdering my baby. I am legally blind and almost deaf, so I neither heard nor saw them coming. I read lips, so you must be facing me for me to hear you. Bring legally blind, you also must be less than 3 feet in front of me for me to see your lips, to know you are talking. Because of this it was very easy for them to sneak up behind me while I leaned into my car, putting bags on the seat.

They broke 3 vertebrae in my spine, the shattered bones severing my spinal column, permanently damaging many nerves. Because of this nerve damage I have limited use of my left arm and hand, difficulty breathing, my bladder and intestines no longer function properly requiring adult diapers, massive tremors in both hands prevent me from being able to do basic things like brush my hair or hold a spoon to eat. These are just things from the nerve damage. 

Additionally they broke my pelvis, my hips, and my knees.

I was paralyzed for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. Today I can walk on a very limited basis, aided by a cane, but every step is seeking pain, like lightning bolts going through my leg, across my pelvis and up my spine.

Because of this I was bedridden from 2013 to 2015. And all of that time I had no use of my hands, so I was not online either. And thus was unaware that during that time, a group of locals set to social media to build up massive slanderous rumors about me. They created a huge fairy tale meme of me being an Erotica author, a porn star, a transvestite, a male to female transgender, gay, and an alien abductee. I am none of those things but they spent 3 years, on hundreds of accounts on Facebook and Twitter, many of them fake "Eelkat" accounts where they were pretending to be me, building up this massive slanderous web of lies about me, and I had no idea they were doing it, until October 2021, 9 years after they started doing it.

April 10, 2015 a group of 74 locals, many of them wearing ku klux klan white hooded robes, arrived at my farm. 14 of them held me, Ben, my mother, and one of my 3 younger brothers down on the ice and snow while holding guns to our heads, while the others used cinder block bricks and a metal pole device with wire loops on the end, to beat and behead, 10 of my 12 foster children, then nail their heads to my door. The youngest was 4 years old. The oldest was 16 years old. They chanted "too gay for the family friendly town of old Orchard Beach" while accusing me, my pink Volvo, my pink motor home, and Ben of being gay, transgender, transvestite, and citing that guys were not allowed in Maine.

THIS is what gay haters in Maine do to people they THINK, might maybe, be gay, even though they are not.

No man, woman or child is safe in Maine, so long as these murders walk free. They will kill anything they determine to be gay, even if it is not, as can be seen my the murder of my children.

They also had hundreds of paperback copies of my books, burning them in a huge bonfire on my lawn while calling them gay Erotica and calling mean Erotica author and porn star. (I'm an author, I write a travel blog style series about a homeless man who backpacks his way across Maine, there is no sex in the series. I'm a Mormon, I've never written a sex scene.)

My family was murdered and I am crippled for the rest of my life, because of this group who has been slandering me on social media. But, at the time of these two attacks (November 14, 2013 and April 10,2015) me and my family were unaware of these slanderous rumors the locals of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine were spreading not only on Facebook and Twitter, but by word of mouth around town as well.

May 2021, I started walking around town again, for the first time since being paralyzed 9 years ago on November 14, 2013, and it quickly became apparent something was seriously wrong with the locals.

I was unable to walk my dog on Main Street, Bradbury Street, Harvey Street, or Cutts Street Biddeford, where I have lived since becoming paralyzed, but not before gone outside, because of being paralyzed and bedridden and unable to walk until now…

I was unable to walk my dog on Main Street, Bradbury Street, Harvey Street, or Cutts Street Biddeford without being attacked, pushed off the sidewalk by random strangers running up to me and grabbing my cane and using it to push me in the road in front of cars while accusing me of being gay, transgender, or transvestite. Screaming "transvestite freak" while throwing rocks at me. Group of women joggers stopping to surround me and harass me while saying guys aren't allowed on their street. 

October 2021, my Volvo returned to my driveway after 3 years of being completely rebuilt, after the February 2019 attack on it with baseball bats completely destroyed it. Within 5 minutes of starting to repaint it, 2 men showed up in my driveway yelling about aliens and demons and Etoile and because of this I stopped painting fish on the door, painted over the fish and painted a portrait of Etiole instead. 

November 19, 2021 the red haired American woman from the 2016 High Street attack on my navy blue pick up truck, showed up on the porch here on Main Street. 

The location is 409 Main Street, the big white farmhouse Victorian on the 3way corner of Harvey Lane and Cutts street, right at the train tracks. It has 2 driveways one on Main Street and one on Harvey. There are multiple porches. It's the porch on the Main street side, that goes up the driveway alongside the abortive cedar tree hedge, where I park my painted Volvo. That porch is the one this woman shows up on. 

It's an elderly couple and mother in law who live there at that porch.  When they leave for work, this woman shows up when they are not home and stands on the porch bellowing like a fog horn screaming death threats at me, yelling crazy demon and alien slander about Etiole, making the claim of putting a bomb in the tail pipe of my car, screaming about suicide demons and evil eye curses, and yelling about someone named Todd Murphy (I don't know who that is, I get the impression he's a relative or boyfriend or ex of hers or something, but I don't any one by that name, so I don't know who he is. I don't know who she is either.) She looks to be maybe 30s to 40s aged. 

She was here again yesterday. She was bragging that she got a fight started with my mother and the Atwaters on Facebook, laughing about how easy it is to get my mother and her ex fighting and the old woman was giving her hell and telling her to get off the Atwaters Facebook and leave them alone. 

This happened less then an hour after my mother made the claim that a woman of the same short haired blond description, assaulted her and my father at an ATM machine, the blond woman claiming to my mother to be my father's girlfriend, my father claiming he never saw her before. 

All this happened on April 10, 2022, the 7 year anniversary of the murder of my foster children, and the blond woman who was here in my driveway after the ATM attack was bragging the anniversary is why she is instigating the fighting between my parents. 

I did not see the ATM attack, so, I do not know what happened other then what my mother and father are saying. 

I did however see her here in my driveway.

She does not live here. She's shows up in a silver pick-up truck driven by a small skinny blonde man. No one here at this building knows who she is.

There is another blonde woman, older sometimes with her. I do recognize the older woman. She's one of the November 14, 2013 golf club attackers. The one the others who were with her called "Claire". She looks to be in her 60s. Usually wears a blue denim button down man's worksheet as a coat. She sometimes drives a gold Volvo suv around 2004vintage, sometimes a silver Subaru suv, sometimes a mega sized white Nissan 4 door white pick-up truck, and sometimes a pine dark green pick up truck. She frequently has another older woman with her, who calls herself "Kendra" and has very, very long natural red curly hair, sometimes she wears big Janis Joplin glasses and sometimes cyberpunk cyclops lime green glasses, she frequently carries a small white poodle dog. The dog is often wearing either a purple dragon or a black skeleton costume. These 2 older women and a younger bald man are the 2013 golf club attackers who murdered my baby. This new younger blond woman and the 5 who are often with her, appear to be their relatives. The FBI believes they are part of a drug gang from Connecticut that call themselves "The Cyr Clan". According to the FBI the Cyr Clan was a gang that my uncle Bruce was involved with back in the 1960s in Boston before I was born. The FBI believes Bruce pissed them off in the early 2000s and that's what brought them up here to Maine.

The FBI believes they were after either one of Bruce's daughters or one of Bruce's sisters with both the November 2013 and April 2015 attacks.

One of Bruce's daughters also lives on Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach and she also has a pink motor home. So there are TWO pink motor homes on the same street. This particular daughter of Bruce IS in fact a porn star. She's a pole dancer for a top less bar.

In 2016, there was another large scale attack, near duplicate to the April 10, 2015 attack. I never talk about it because it didn't happen to me. It happened to Bruce's daughter across the street from me. The attack on her family was bigger, bolder, and bloodier, than the attack on my family the previous year.

In 2017, a third similar attack happened in Biddeford to one of Bruce's sisters. Again I don't talk about it because it didn't happen to me.

Like I've said before there is A LOT MORE going on, then what you hear me talking about. I don't talk about what has happened to several of my cousins and their families both the Atwater cousins and the Murphey cousins- because it is not my place to do so. That's why you ONLY hear me talking about what directly happened to me personally and never mentioning the rest.

And I've not said everything that happened to me. A lot more has happened to me then you hear about because the FBI has specifically requested I don't talk about specific aspects of what happened to me and my children, because a lot was never released to the public, because they want to see who knows what. Certain things no one in the public should know about and knowing those things marks you as involved. This new young blonde woman KNOWS several of those things that were not released to the public and yells those things. Which means she is VERY INVOLVED with the murder of my children. 

Like I said until summer and fall of 2021 when started walking again for the first time in 9 years, I was unaware of the local gossip that was falsely accusing me of being gay, falsely accusing me of being transgender, falsely accusing me of being transvestite, falsely accusing me of being a porn star, falsely accusing me of being an Erotica author, or falsely accusing me of being an alien abduttee. 

I have lived here since 1975. You people know me. You people knew my murdered children. You people know I'm a cis female. You people know I'm not gay. I have published 138 novels and more then 2,000 short stories since 1978, and I  have sold 27k copies of every one of them to you people who come to my house and buy them in person, so you've read my books and know they are not Erotica. You people know I've been a devoted orthodox LDS Mormon my whole life, and that I've been with Ben for 37 years, so you know I'm not a porn star. 

What is wrong with you people? My family was murdered and I have spent 9 years recovering from medical hell, and I go outside for the first time in 9 years and find you people who know me have all devolved into gay hating, sex spewing, gibberish slandering gossips spreading vile, evil, malicious rumors and lies that you yourselves know to be untrue?

No wonder not a single one of you have helped my family through any of this. No wonder not a one of you ever once visited me at the hospital or my home after I got out of the hospital and couldn't go outside because I couldn't walk. 

You don't see me for 9 years because I'm bedridden and you're all to cold hearted to stop by and check in on me, and you spend that 9 years spinning wild, crazy transphobic, gay hating, sex filled lies about me?

What is wrong with you people?

You all let some stranger, who very likely IS the murderer, convince you of crazy ass slandering lies, that you people know to be untrue. 

You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves. 

Every resident of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine,  you all ought to be ashamed of what you have spent the last 9 years doing.

This new younger blonde woman, she's the one who keeps saying my car has a suicide demon in it and yelling about Todd, saying my car caused him to die.

I don't know who she is, but she's the same one who used to show up at 27 High st, also Biddeford and scream "nasty bitch" at me and acuse me of being an Erotica author and porn star. (Which she did during several Witcher 3 livestreams on Twitch, you can see her doing it if you go back and watch my VOD). I am neither an Erotica author or a Porn star, and she had throughout 2016 to 2019 arrived at High st with 5 others, one a blond man with a silver pick-up truck, one a black man with a yellow Mitsubishi with new York plates, one a very obese woman with blond Shirley Temple sausage curls, and the other two hooded men with a navy blue Buick sedan. If you remember the Christmas Eve 2016 livestream when the gang attacked my high st apartment and screaming "transvestite freak" that's them. This that same woman who also slanders me by calling me transvestite and transgender, which I am neither. I am a cis female, I've had 7 miscarriages, and the 1 baby that made it full term was murdered November 14, 2013 by 3 people with golf clubs, who are suspected to be, these same people. 

One day when I went downstairs to get the mail on high st, a mailbox that was in the lobby and you had to go through 2 sets of doors and foyers to get to, she had her hand in the mailbox and when I came out the door she yelled "I wasn't stealing your mail" threw our mail on the ground and ran off.

She knows the Martals, (Aunt Barbara ex, uncle Paul Martal,  the one in prison for building the Boston Marathon bomb in 2013, Mike's father, those Martals) she was staying with them for a few months in 2016. Is somehow connected to Barbara (the one who wrote all those emails in 1997 pretending to be me, when I did not yet have email or internet or a computer at the time, and I had not yet heard of email and didn't even know what email was, back when Barbara wrote all those alien abduction emails about Etiole and pretending I wrote them.)

She has short straight blond hair and sometimes dyes it dark red or purple. I know she follows both me and my mom and most of the Atwaters and my 3 younger brothers (though not my 2 older brothers as the oldest is in prison and the 2nd oldest is dead) on Facebook because she keeps saying that "I read on Facebook…" when she's in my driveway.

She shows up at Walmart to yell at me sometimes, and sometimes shows up while I'm walking Mickey. She talks about Etiole and White Monkey a lot when yelling, which is strange because that's stuff Brucie and Daddy used to write in their letters to Bishop Morgan back in Cape Elizabeth in 1990s. 

I'm not the one who calls him Etiole that's always been Bruce and Barbara who did that. I know his real name and use his real name.. They don't know his real name. And my father is only one who uses the term White Monkey. The white monkey was Helen Pearlys pet back in 1970s, it had nothing to do with Etoile, I don't know why he keeps saying it does.. My father is the only one who ever makes that connection. I've never called Etiole a demon or alien, again that has always been my father, Barbara and Brucie who said the alien and demon stuff. I don't believe in aliens or demons, but they do. (Etiole if you don't know is a local elderly homeless man who has backpacked around New England since 1953, and since 1978 I let him camp on my farm in Old Orchard Beach when he's in the area. He's covered with scars from WW2 and they call him an alien and demon because of his scars. They refuse to believe he is a human, which just goes to show how absolutely stupid they are.)

In November an elderly man came over and started asking me why I was emailing him about Etiole and I'm not, I don't use email. He said he was getting over 300 emails a day about Etiole all claiming to be from me. He said there are hundreds of email addresses getting copies of this email. You remember when Barbara and Brucie used to send emails back in 1997 claiming they were from me but we didn't have computer or internet back then? I think it might be Barbara sending those emails again like she did back then. I can't think of who else could be doing it.

This sometimes blond, sometimes red hair, sometimes purple hair woman, also mentions these emails when she is in my driveway yelling at my Volvo at 409 Main street. 

FBI agent Andy Drewer has found and shut down, so far 27 Facebook accounts, all pretending to be me. He said all of them were owed by Brucie. These fake "Eelkat" accounts appear to be the source of a lot of what this blond woman says and is suspected that she may be one of the people behind writing them.

Keep in mind, Brucie is dead. He may have started those Facebook accounts, but he ain't the one writing them. He died 3years ago.

Mervin Bruce Atwater died from Covid19 on November 24, 2019.

The fact remains you ARE impeding an FBI investigation into the murder of my family, and only someone involved would have any reason to do that. ONLY someone connected to the murderer would have a motive to try to stop the FBIs investigation. That makes you an accessory to murder. You make yourself look VERY GUILTY of being involved every time you spread slanders about me, my car, or Etiole. 

Do consider that the source of your slander in all likelihood is the murderer, please tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street, the name of the person who is telling you to slander me.

And now tomorrow is Easter. 

A day when mothers take their children on Easter egg hunts.

My children are dead.

My children were murdered. 

And you people have spent the last 9 years making fun of that.

Think about THAT tomorrow when you are out on Easter egg hunts with your babies.

Think about how YOU would feel if it was YOU. How would YOU feel if it had been your baby who was murdered and this entire town was spreading bullying slanderous lies about YOU.

If you know who this blond woman is, please tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street. She is wanted for questioning about her connection to the November 14, 2013 murder of my baby and attempted murder of me, and the April 10, 2015 murder of my foster children and the September 26, 2016 hit and run attack on my car and the February 2019 vandalism to 27 High st apartment building, and the November 2021 attack on my Volvo and the March 10, 2022 attack on my Volvo and the April 10, 2022 ATM attack on my parents. 



Update April 11, 2022: Do you know who this woman is?

This woman that my mother is talking about, have any of you ever seen her? Does anyone know who she is?

It isn't that woman who keeps coming on the porch and yelling at my car is it? Do any of you know who the woman attacking my car is?

The location is 409 Main Street, the big white farmhouse Victorian on the 3way corner of Harvey Lane and Cutts street, right at the train tracks. It has 2 driveways one on Main Street and one on Harvey. There are multiple porches. It's the porch on the Main street side, that goes up the driveway alongside the abortive cedar tree hedge, where I park my painted Volvo. That porch is the one this woman shows up on. 

It's an elderly couple and mother in law who live there at that porch.  When they leave for work, this woman shows up when they are not home and stands on the porch bellowing like a fog horn screaming death threats at me, yelling crazy demon and alien slander about Etiole, making the claim of putting a bomb in the tail pipe of my car, screaming about suicide demons and evil eye curses, and yelling about someone named Todd Murphy (I don't know who that is, I get the impression he's a relative or boyfriend or ex of hers or something, but I don't any one by that name, so I don't know who he is. I don't know who she is either.) She looks to be maybe 30s to 40s aged. 

She was here again yesterday. She was bragging that she got a fight started with my mother and the Atwaters on Facebook, laughing about how easy it is to get my mother and her ex fighting and the old woman was giving her hell and telling her to get off the Atwaters Facebook and leave them alone. 

This happened less then an hour after my mother made the claim that a woman of the same short haired blond description, assaulted her and my father at an ATM machine, the blond woman claiming to my mother to be my father's girlfriend, my father claiming he never saw her before. 

All this happened on April 10, 2022, the 7 year anniversary of the murder of my foster children, and the blond woman who was here in my driveway after the ATM attack was bragging the anniversary is why she is instigating the fighting between my parents. 

I did not see the ATM attack, so, I do not know what happened other then what my mother and father are saying. 

I did however see her here in my driveway.

She's the one who keeps saying my car has a suicide demon in it and yelling about Todd, saying my car caused him to die.

I don't know who she is, but she's the same one who used to show up at 27 High st, also Biddeford and scream "nasty bitch" at me and accuses me of being an Erotica author and porn star. (Which she did during several Witcher 3 livestreams on Twitch, you can see her doing it if you go back and watch my VOD). I am neither an Erotica author or a Porn star, and she had throughout 2016 to 2019 arrived at High st with 5 others, one a blond man with a silver pick-up truck, one a black man with a yellow Mitsubishi with new York plates, one a very obese woman with blond Shirley Temple sausage curls, and the other two hooded men with a navy blue Buick sedan. If you remember the Christmas Eve 2016 livestream when the gang attacked my high st apartment and screaming "transvestite freak" that's them. This that same woman who also slanders me by calling me transvestite and transgender, which I am neither. I am a cis female, I've had 7 miscarriages, and the 1 baby that made it full term was murdered November 14, 2013 by 3 people with golf clubs, who are suspected to be, these same people. 

One day when I went downstairs to get the mail on high st, a mailbox that was in the lobby and you had to go through 2 sets of doors and foyers to get to, she had her hand in the mailbox and when I came out the door she yelled "I wasn't stealing your mail" threw our mail on the ground and ran off.

She knows the Martals, (Barbara ex, uncle Paul Martal,  the one in prison for building the Boston Marathon bomb in 2013, Mike's father, those Martals) she was staying with them for a few months in 2016. Is somehow connected to Barbara (the one who wrote all those emails in 1997 pretending to be me, when I did not yet have email or internet or a computer at the time, and I had not yet heard of email and didn't even know what email was, back when Barbara wrote all those alien abduction emails about Etiole and pretending I wrote them.)

She has short straight blond hair and sometimes dyes it dark red or purple. I know she follows both me and my mom and most of the Atwaters and my 3 younger brothers (though not my 2 older brothers as the oldest is in prison and the 2nd oldest is dead) on Facebook because she keeps saying that "I read on Facebook…" when she's in my driveway.

She shows up at Walmart to yell at me sometimes, and sometimes shows up while I'm walking Mickey. She talks about Etiole and White Monkey a lot when yelling, which is strange because that's stuff Brucie and Daddy used to write in their letters to Bishop Morgan back in Cape Elizabeth in 1990s. 

I'm not the one who calls him Etiole that's always been Bruce and Barbara who did that. I know his real name and use his real name.. They don't know his real name. And my father is only one who uses the term White Monkey. The white monkey was Helen Pearlys pet back in 1970s, it had nothing to do with Etoile, I don't know why he keeps saying it does.. My father is the only one who ever makes that connection. I've never called Etiole a demon or alien, again that has always been my father, Barbara and Brucie who said the alien and demon stuff. I don't believe in aliens or demons, but they do.

(Etiole if you don't know is a local elderly homeless man who has backpacked around New England since 1953, and since 1978 I let him camp on my farm in Old Orchard Beach when he's in the area. He's covered with scars from WW2 and they call him an alien and demon because of his scars. They refuse to believe he is a human, which just goes to show how absolutely stupid they are.)

In November an elderly man came over and started asking me why I was emailing him about Etiole and I'm not, I don't use email. He said he was getting over 300 emails a day about Etiole all claiming to be from me. He said there are hundreds of email addresses getting copies of this email. You remember when Barbara and Brucie used to send emails back in 1997 claiming they were from me but we didn't have computer or internet back then? I think it might be Barbara sending those emails again like she did back then. I can't think of who else could be doing it.

This sometimes blond, sometimes red hair, sometimes purple hair woman, also mentions these emails when she is in my driveway yelling at my Volvo at 409 Main street. 

FBI agent Andy Drewer has found and shut down, so far 27 Facebook accounts, all pretending to be me. He said all of them were owed by Brucie. These fake "Eelkat" accounts appear to be the source of a lot of what this blond woman says and is suspected that she may be one of the people behind writing them.

Due to the incident yesterday it is now also believed that she is the mystery blond woman who pretends to be my father's girlfriend and harassed my mother for no reason other then to get a laugh on watching my mother fight with my father (something they do quite violently in public places, in stores, just everywhere.)

If you know who this blond woman is, please tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street. She is wanted for questioning about her connection to the November 14, 2013 murder of my baby and attempted murder of me, and the April 10, 2015 murder of my foster children and the September 26, 2016 hit and run attack on my car and the February 2019 vandalism to 27 High st apartment building, and the November 2021 attack on my Volvo and the March 10, 2022 attack on my Volvo and the April 10, 2022 ATM attack on my parents. 



Update: April 10, 2022, big violent attack, as police and FBI expected.

Today is the 7th anniversary of the murder of my family. Remember I said to watch who does what today?... My father just beat the hell out of my mother, tried to kill her. She is right now refusing to call the police. My mother claims she caught my father with a girlfriend he's had for several years now. But near as I can tell, all he did was stop to tell some random stranger how to use the ATM machine. Note, they got divorced in 1994, my mother left my father for another man, left the other man for another man after that, and left the next man for Wayne. She's been with 2 other men (possibly more) since Wayne. She has not been a part of my father's life for 30 years, but feels the need to control his life and harass him on extreme violent levels. If he does have a girlfriend, so what? She left him 30 years ago.

Wayne died during the cat court case, the 2nd one, when he sued my mother for stealing his cats and putting them in my motorhome. Wayne's father, 8 of his cats, and then Wayne himself each died a few weeks apart all from rat poison. Wayne's daughter sued my mother claiming my mother put rat poison in their food.

The fbi believes my mother did kill Wayne and his cats and believes that's why she put his cats in my motorhome. Fbi believes my mother was one who called police April 10, 2015, expecting them to arrest me, take the motorhome, and return the cats to her. She did not expect police to take cats. All the harassment and vandalism of my mom's cars is believed by fbi to be Wayne's daughter friends and relatives and family.

My family, my children were murdered in 2 attacks, one on November 14, 2013 and one on April 10, 2015, both attacks are believed by the FBI to have been attacks that were intended on my mother and the people hired mixed me and her up.

April 10, is my mother's father's birthday by the way, David Henry Atwater, it's WHY she does everything she does, all her wild crazy vandalisms to people on April 10 every year since the 1950s.


April 6, 2022 update, as the attacks on my family and property continue and now more people are in the hospital

Daddy has sepsis and they keeping him in hospital for a few days.

Sepsis is very bad.

That's what I had.

You can die a few hours after it sets in if not treated.

When I was in the hospital in 2014.

That's why I was in the hospital.

I had surgery for it in march 2015.

That was the surgery on my arm.

Sepsis was in a major artery in left arm to heart. 

Side effect from when I was in hospital November 2013 when I was in wheelchair and February 2014 when I was on crutches relearning how to walk. Doctors was focused on my hip and not my spine. They didn't find the source of infection until until the mri in June 2016. 

Sepsis is why I can't walk without cane and why my lungs are messed up and why I have tremors and can't use my hands good anymore. Sepsis infection was so back it damaged my nerves. I was scheduled for spinal column surgery September 2016, they sent me to a neurosurgeon who was supposed to be top brain surgeon in New England and he did more mri and then canceled surgery because damage to my vertebrae (from golf club attack November 2013, which is what caused all of this, including the Sepsis and is the attack that brought the fbi here they think Mark wife did it but college had no security cameras at the bug light parking lot, they investigating Mark family, Barbara family,  and Brucie family. Charges of murdering my baby and attempted murder of me) is so bad. Shattered vertebrae bone fragments are severed into my spinal column nerve bundle at the sacroiliac joint where the hip and pelvis connect to spine. Neurosurgeon said he can't operate because of how nerve damage is, said if he removed bone fragments I would be paralyzed from neck down. But that is also when the source of Sepsis infection was found to be in my spine and not my hip, and that is when it finally went away because they were able to target the correct place to fix the infection.

Mark’s wife is the #1 suspect the FBI is watching, because, according to the FBI, this mysterious Mark guy, whom I have never met, never heard of prior to this, have never talked to, and have never seen, so I have no clue who he or his wife are… according to the FBI, he is friends with my mother, but only via her FaceBook account, where she hired him to put in a septic system, then gave him MY address in Old Orchard, while making the claim that SHE owned both MY land and MY motorhome, and when he asked for a picture of her so he would know who she was, she gave him a picture of ME, not herself.

According to FBI agent Andy Drewer THIS is the reason why the backhoe was driven over my house August 8, 2013 and why the golf club attackers attacked me on November 14, 2013.

According to the FBI, my mother was trying to get my land so she could sell it to use the money for a down payment on a house in Kennebunk and she used this Mark guy as her pawn to do it, by fighting with him on social media using “fake EelKat” accounts to convince him that he was dealing with me, even though I had never heard of him before.

According to the FBI, my mother started sending his family death threats, in the same way she is currently sending Todd Murphey’s family death threats, and that this is why Mark’s wife attacked with the golf clubs, murdering my baby and crippling my spine. According to the FBI, Mark’s wife thought she was attacking my mother and was unaware that both my mother, her sister Barbara, and her brother Bruce’s wife Doris were all impersonating me, using 27 different “fake EelKat” FaceBook accounts to scam Mark’s family about a septic system.

This was confirmed by the Old Orchard Beach police in October 2016, when Mark attacked my mother in person and was arrested by OOB police, that day. He made the claim, that she, my mother, was me, but the officers in question, Robin and Will, both know me and my mother and informed Mark that this was not me that he was fighting with, it was my mother, to which he said this was the woman he had been dealing with since June 2001 who had called herself EelKat in every correspondence. The police showed Mark pictures of me and he said he had never seen me before and had no clue who I was.

This event October 2016, is when both the police and FBI started expanding their investigation, now looking for people who were friends of my mother, her sister Barbara, and her brother Bruce, and that is when they found the identity of long time stalker and bomb builder Kendra Silvermander who turned out to be a FaceBook friend of all 3 of them.

After Mark’s gang found out October 2016 that I was NOT the person they had been fighting with online, but rather it had been my mother impersonating me, the attacks on my family stopped but the attacks on my mother’s family started February 2017 when a road grader drove 75 feet up her driveway and flattened her car. Since then this event was repeated with 3 more cars.

In August 2021, My mother and her sister began impersonating me on FaceBook and with emails, yet again, and as they had done in the past, used my friend Etiole to do it. Once again, calling him a demon and an alien and a cryptid, and once again pretending to be me, they wrote a lot of emails and started mass spam sending them to every Maine email address they could find, at a rate of sending them to several thousand people a day.

I found out about this in November 2021, after Etiole was shot, gunned down by 6 people at Rotary Park in Biddeford, Maine on November 21, 2021, by people who claimed to be from Scarborough, Maine and claimed to be the mother and in laws of some guy named Todd Murphey.

I still have no clue who Todd Murphey is, but apparently he used to work with my mother and commit suicide recently and my mother and her sister took advantage of his suicide to yet again pretend to be me, and this time, calling Etiole a suicide demon, started harassing this Todd guy’s ex wife, son, and mother on FaceBook and via emails while pretending to be me. Which caused these people to show up at my 409 Main Street/Harvey/Cutts street Biddeford apartment to vandalize my car and cut all the wires off the apartment building, not once, but twice: on Thanksgiving day 2021 and again on March 10, 2022, because these friends and family of this Todd guy are 100% convinced the nut they are dealing with on FaceBook is me, when in fact, the one they are dealing with is no me, but rather my mother yet again pretending to be me.

This is also what led to the December 2021 and January 2022 FBI raids in the Cutts Street are of Biddeford, just a few weeks ago, which led to the arrests of 8 people.

Back to sepsis…

On December 24, 2021, my mother arrived here at 409 Main street and stole my father’s 14 medications that he takes for his triple by pass, his kidney dialysis, his diabetes… and then, she took him in her car, drove to his doctor, and told his doctor, he’s not allowed to have medicine, because he has to do what she says.

He has not taken his medicine since December 24, 2021, it is today April 6, 2022, and he is struggling to stay alive.

All of this is because she is hell bent on a house in Kennebunk and doesn’t give a shit that she has caused my baby to be murdered November 14, 2013, my foster children to be murdered April 10, 2015, me to be going through a decade long medical nightmare after being crippled November 14, 2013, 5 of my cars to be destroyed including The real Cristine The World’s Most Haunted Car that Stephen King based his Cristine off of, my house -the one that was in the Thinner movie- to be driven over by a back hoe, and now my father dying in the hospital.

Death and destruction at every turn, and she doesn’t give a shit because, as she puts it: “What are we going to do about Wendy? She can’t keep that land, I need a house in Kennebunk!”

Her obsession with getting a house is utter ludicrous insanity, that needs to be stopped before anyone else dies at the hands of her fucking retarded FaceBook friends who blinding attack, vandalize, and beat up anyone and everyone on her command.

I am so fed up with her blind devotion to a fairy tale house she thinks she has to have, at the expense of the lives of everyone around her.



March 30, 2022, update on yet another attack on my family and land

Police take notice. 


Scam artists have been bringing real estate agents onto my property in attempt to illegally sell my land. They have no right or permission to be here. My land is NOT for sale. If you see them doing it, please arrest them.

These are the Scottish Travellers. They arrive here every summer, harassing my family for four decades now. They are the same ones who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013. The same ones who crippled me and murdered my baby November 14, 2013 with golf clubs, leaveing me paralized with a broken spine ever since. I am cripled with a shattered spinal column since the golf club attack and am bedridden weeks to a time unable to sit up or get out of bed. I have rebuilt my house 5 times in the past 9 years, and their attempts to steal my land and sell it have been barbaric and violent, and icluded a bomb that blew up my house October 18, 2006, and most of my family is now dead, murdered at their hands. These are the same people who cut my 1964 Dodge 330 in half May 10, 2010. They arrived back here September 19, 2020 and illegally cut down most of the trees across my lawn, and arrived again November 19, 2021 and for the last 20 years they arrive every summer with a green dump truck and dump garbage on my lawn. In 2014 they left a pile of garbage 175 feet long, 30 feet wide and 12 feet tall and it cost me $12,000 to have it removed. I am crippled and elderly and there is no one to help me against their harassment.

There should NEVER be anyone other than me EelKat Wendy C Allen (with the painted Volvo) or my partner Benjamin Wildes (with the blue Honda) in my yard at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, where the ink motorhome is parked. If you see ANYONE ELSE or any other car in my yard, please call the police immediately. There is no one else who has permission to be on my land.

My land is NOT for sale, if you see real estate agents, please inform them they are being scammed and the people trying to sell my land are NOT the legal land owners.

The FBI are on the look out for them as are the local police. If you see them in my yard, please notify both the Old Orchard Beach Police Department at 207-934-4911 and FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street.





March 10, 2022 update on the most recent vandalism of my car

This is a copy of the letter that has been forwarded to the police departments involved. For this online edition some parts have been removed (so if you get to a place that seems like the topic changed abruptly, that is why) and the names are removed from the online version, but the version the police have, includes all the full names and contact info of all the people in question. And for those who have asked: yes, the police and FBI have talked to Etiole, they are fully aware of him, his health, his homelessness, etc.

Dear Sirs,

I feel I need to tell you what has been happening as it has gotten very much out of control the past few weeks. It's been slowly escalating for a few years and, if you look at my police record for both Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, you will see dozens of reports for vandalism of my 1992 Volvo 240 (the painted one) at now 3 apartments in Biddeford, and vandalism of my land in Old Orchard Beach. In the past 6 months, a hyper escalation started with has become very out of control the past couple of weeks.

Last night, my car was vandalized again.  

As these events are taking place in both Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, I'm giving this same letter to both departments, so events from both towns are listed.

I am Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine and 409 Main Street apartment 101 Biddeford, Maine.

There appears to be someone fairly local impersonating me online, and is raising hell with a lot of local people, inciting them to do very violent physical attacks on me, my Biddeford apartment, my Old Orchard land, and my car.

It's reached the point where I can not go to the store without having my car towed home, because it gets vandalized so bad while I'm n the store shopping. EVERY TIME I go to the store. I've been at a loss to understand why this is happening. I don't know who these people are or why they are attacking. On Thanksgiving day they cut all the wires off the Biddeford apartment building so we had no internet or heat or anything for a while. There is a "redhaired" woman who shows up on the front porch to cream at my car, every time the family who lives in that apartment goes to work. She stopped a few weeks ago, because the man who lives there fell on the ice, broke his shoulder and has not gone to work since. It appears she knows that family who lives there and does not want them knowing she does this while they are not home.

A few weeks ago an old man walked up to me, asked if I was EelKat and then asked me why I kept emailing him, and I said I don't email anyone cause I don't use email. He said some days he gets over 300 emails a day from someone claiming to be EelKat.

 

We are Gypsies, and though I've lived in America my whole life, I know very little of American habits and laws or what specifically to do in this situation. We are the Gypsies who were in Stephen King's Thinner movie and my 146 Portland Ave land was one of the filming locations of the movie and, the cars in the opening scenes were our cars, one of which I still have. I mention this, because, there are two Gypsy clans, The Atwaters (Scottish Travellers) and the Cyrs (Irish Travellers) fighting over my land and the fight centres largely around the fact that it was the filming location of Stephen King's the Thinner movie.

I own the land. From the 1940s it was owned by my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. She left it to me in her will in 1983. Unknown to me, at some point after 1983, the Atwaters had the land illegally transferred into their names -they steal land this way as a full time career and many of them have illegally deed swapped land in all 50 states in America.

In 2014, I found out they are done an illegal deed swap, when an auction group showed up on my land to sell it. Upon discovery I had been living on the land since 1975 and paying taxes on it since 1983, but my name was not on the deed, the auctioneer (and member of the OOB town hall) cancelled the auction and ordered a town hall meeting to review the situation. Upon investigation it was discovered that when the land went from my grandmother to me, my father signed as "joint witness" and then a year later, went back to the town hall to have my name removed from the deed and his put on it, even though he had no legal write to do so. After that, the record shows that every 3 to 5 years, he and my mother swapped names on the deed, sometimes his name, sometimes her name. The land changed ownership names more then 30 times between 1983 and 2013. 

Because I have severe agoraphobia, I had not set foot off of my land since the 1970s. When it came time to pay the taxes, I gave my father the money and he delivered it to the town hall, or so I thought. In 2014, I learned that in spite of my paying my taxes like clockwork, since 2006, the town hall had no record of receiving any money. It is unclear where the money went. On one hand it looks like my father spent the money and never paid the taxes. On the other hand it looks like he sometimes did pay the taxes but instead of going to the tax office he gave the money to Kathy BR in the permits office and she gave the money to a guy called JB who went to prison for embezzling $3million in OOB tax money from the town hall. JB did not work for the town hall, he was a software designers who built the online banking security for the town hall to direct deposit money to the bank, and according to the FBI the money was going to his bank account not the town hall bank account, but he was only found with $30k not $3million. I don't know the full details, I only know this part, because when we tried to find out why my land was being auctioned this is the info we were given.

In any case, at some point my dad stole my land via just walking into the town hall and asking the desk clerk to remove my name from the deed and put his name on it instead. The whole thing was done illegally and without my knowledge or permission.

There were 3 lands originally. 144, 146, and 146a. My father stole all 3 of them. 144 was auctioned off to the Collard family in 2007, even though I was still living there until 2015 without any knowledge of the auction happening. No one informed me. I've since spoken with the Collards and they were unaware of the situation. They actually bought the land legally even though it was stolen land they had bought, they were unaware the land had been stolen. Everything has been straightened out between me and the Collards, they are not part of the current problem.

My mother owns 146a, but she owns it illegally. She claims it's rightfully hers because my father gave it to her, but, he stole it from me via illegally rewriting the deed, so he had no right to give it to her.

In 2014 and 2015, all the court and legal work was done to restore 146 back to me.

The current situation is my parents are in an active attempt to remove my name off the deed again, like they had done back in 1983.

On a daily basis my mother shows up and first words out of her mouth every day is: "What are we going to do about Wendy? She can't keep that land. I need a house in Kennebunk." to my father.  She started doing this in August, originally bragging that she was going to take my land out of retaliation for my refusal to cast death curses on Chris at work. I don't know who "Chris at work" is. It was one of the names on her list of people she wants me to kill via death spell curses. I was live streaming on Twitch the day she came in yelling about "Chris at work" and my need to kill him for her, so a lot of people online heard her saying these things. I'm a YouTube gamer, I have a livestream going almost daily for 12+ hours a day, so when she comes in, #1 it's breaking and entering because I didn't let her in, and #2 she is interrupting my live streams quite regular so I have hundreds of video footage clips of her saying these things and making these threats. The day she and my father cut the cable/internet wires off my apartment building - I have that on livestream footage as well. My father cut the wires off the house while my mother was ordering him to do it. In November 2021 and again 2 days ago March 9, 2022.

They both make the claim I don't need internet, because I am as they put it "being a bad daughter" because I "won't sell your land and give me the money for a down payment, I need a down payment, you are supposed to give me the down payment money for a house, I'm your mother!"'

As for what happened to my car March 9, 2022 - my father, my father vandalized my car and tried to make it look like my brother  did it. My father stuffed the tailpipe full of McDonald's ketchup packets that he stole from the Biddeford McDonald's where my brother works, which is what caused the fuel line to blow up. I could have died. My car is now being repaired again, for the exact same thing I had to have it repaired for in November 2021. My father tried to kill me and make it look like my brother who works at McDonald's did it so my brother would be blamed. Twice. Once in November 2021 and again 2 days ago.

My father did the same thing in November, because of some guy named Todd who I supposedly convinced to kill himself via may painting a "suicide demon" on my car. There is a picture of Etiole on my car, that is what they are calling "a suicide demon"

I don't know who Todd is, but I assume the Biddeford police know as they did spend a week scrapping the thousands of exploded parts of him off all the houses around Cutts st and South st, after he jumped in front of a train November 19, 2021 at 6:27PM. I was walking my dog and saw him, he was gibbering a lot of wild nonsense stuff like: "fibbery-gibbit-beebydi-booop-bop-boop-bop-booop-beeeeeeeep!" I amused he was either very drunk or very high on drugs or both and was attempting to make train sounds while he ran up and down the train tracks. I thought nothing of it, as he did this on a daily basis all summer long, he was a homeless man who lived in the ravine by the train tressal bridge over the river, the one the police kept chasing out of the black grain building turned storage units. There were 4 people on bicycles, driving circles around him bullying him, teasing him, taunting him daily around 3AM every morning. I saw them while I was walking my dog. It appeared to be his girlfriend and her friends based on the stuff she was yelling at him. Stuff like "You run off with that whore will you! WW I showed you! I killed your dog! Hahahahahaha! I killed your cat! Hahahahaha! And you ain't never gonna see your baby again! Hahahahaha!" I know every one says he commit suicide, but I think he was just running to get away from the harassers on the bikes and was too drunk to see the train. That's certainly what it looked like to me.

THAT was not a suicide, not what I saw happen. That was a man being bullied and chased down by four harassers riding bicycles up the tracks, driving him head on into a train on purpose to try to kill him so they could laugh about it. I wouldn't call THAT a suicide.

Anyways, I didn't know his name or that my mother was best friends with him. Though I had told her about the homeless man being bullied and her response was "Why should I care? It's just a homeless man!" She changed her tune quite a lot after he got hit by the train, and found out his name. The police contacted her or something, when they were trying to find his family. I guess she knew his family on FaceBook or something.

Since his death, me, my car, and my apartment have been attacked on a near daily basis from people who are making the claim that I am online spreading rumours and lies about Todd. I kept asking them who Todd was (because at that point I did not yet know they were talking about the homeless man hit by the train - though I saw him daily for about 4 months, ever since the police kicked him out of the storage until he'd been living in and he lived under the train bridge and in Rotary Park instead - he only ever spoke to me a few times - once to pet my dog and say "they took my dog" and saying "hi" as we passed on the sidewalk. So I never knew his name. He lived in a yellow pup-tent beside the tracks for a while, but one day it was laying out there cut to ribbons by a knife or scissors.)

Even though I only knew him from saying "hi" each night as we passed each other on the sidewalk and I never knew his name until after his death, more then a dozen people have arrived in my driveway (both the Biddeford and Old Orchard addresses) to accuse me and my friend Etiole and the words painted on my Volvo of being the cause of this Todd guy's train death.

They are focusing heavily on the words on my car, which say: "Have information about the murder of my family? Call FBI @ 207-774-9322"

There is a sign in my Old Orchard driveway which says: "Have information about the murder of my children? Call FBI @ 207-774-9322"

On November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College, while I was 8 months pregnant, I was attacked by 3 people with golf clubs. A man and 2 women.

There is no reason for anyone who is NOT involved in the murder of my baby, to be upset about either the sign in my yard or the sign on my car, both of which are nothing more then the FBI phone number with the request for anyone who has information to call.

I don't understand why me asking for people to help find my baby's killer, is seen by my parents as such a huge threat. The only person who who feel threatened by that would be the person who hired the golf club people - Claire, Kendra, and the bald man - who have still not yet been found/caught/identified to this day 9 years later.

Both my mother and my father keep saying and I quote "take that shit off your car, you are only trying to start trouble!" and "get that sign out of your yard, you are only trying to stir stuff up". I'm trying to find the people who murdered my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life. I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm not trying to cause trouble. How is me asking people to help identify the murderer, me trying to start trouble?

I was paralyzed for 5 months. I had to relearn to walk. I crippled the rest of my life, and my baby is dead. No one should have to live through this type of agony. And no one who commits crimes like this should be allowed to walk free. Would you stand back and do nothing, say nothing, while a criminal like that walked free? How is my asking people to come forward with any information they know, me trying to start trouble? You tell me that!

I'm not allowed to ask for help in finding the psychopath who murdered my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life? What kind of logic is that?

Someone out there knows the names of these people. The older blond woman they called Claire, the younger blond woman with the Shirley Temple sausage curls, the red haired woman they call Kendra, the white haired man with the green pick up truck, the bald man with the 4door white pickup truck, the new redhaired women who screams on the front porch. These people, this group, they are the ones who were wielding golf clubs and murdered my baby. They are being allowed to get away wit murder and I'll spend the rest of my life demanding justice if I have to. You tell me, how is my asking if you know who they are, don't let them kill again, tell the FBI everything you know, by painting that request on my car and a sign in my yard, me looking to start trouble? My mother's priorities are fucked up. All she cares about is money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money! 

I'm the bed ridden, crippled by multiple attacks. The November 14, 2013 golf club attack, I was almost healed from, but the June 2016 shopping cart attack at my workplace at Scarborough WalMart re opened the 2013 injury and doctors can't operate this time because of the bone shards severing my spinal column. I'm crippled for the rest of my life and no one in this family ever cared. 

Both attacks the FBI wanted to talk to my parents and they refused to talk to him both times. My baby was murdered in the first attack. I was 8 months pregnant and all any of them would do was gibberish about "rosemary baby" and say there was no baby because it was a demon because it was Etiole's. My parents and the Atwaters hate Etiole that much, that they shun the existence of my baby and act like it was never there. That's how much they hate me. That's how cruel and hate filled they are towards me. They spent the last 50 years calling me demon possessed and them saying that is WHY local people attack me and killed my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life. 

I am in bed 15 or more hours a day, I can barely sit up, I can barely stand up long enough to cook, I have to wear adult diapers since 2013 because half my organs don't work any more because the nerves from those organs to my spine are cut off. My hands shake so bad that it takes me hours to eat a single meal. I can't go back to college, I can't go back to work. But do they care? No. Not my mother. Not my father. Neither of them give a shit. They are both too damned selfish thinking about their own greed to ever once lift a finger to help me. Daddy treats me like a fucking slave and my mother is so far out of my life shunning me because bishop kenning in Saco ward told her too that she hasn't got a clue how bad things are.

I'm not doing a damned thing to any of them. I mind my own business. I write my novels. I don't contact them. I don't talk to them. I don't talk about them.  Someone is clearly pretending to be me online and is slandering me and getting sick of it. My mother flips out about everything thing under the sun and I never have a clue what she's talking about, because I never did or said any of the things she accuses me of. And my father and the Atwaters do the same thing. Some one is out there pretending to be me to get them worked into a frenzy just to sit back and laugh while watching my mother, my father, and the Atwaters be too damned stupid to think. My mother and my father and the Atwaters are all filled with so much pure hatred for me that it takes nothing to convince them to attack me. And whoever it is posting online pretending to be me, knows that and is taking advantage of it. 

They are obsessed with my land, because my mother's father used to tell people there was $7million in gold buried on my land. Several times over the years the Atwaters have invaded bringing with them shovels, pickaxes, and construction equipment, to illegally dig up my land. They've ripped up flowers, dug up bushes, cut down trees... usually they do it while I'm gone to the store, so I come back to find my property ripped to shreds. They've been doing this on an almost yearly basis since Grammy Helen died in 1983. According to what David Henry Atwater claimed, pirates buried treasure on my land in the 1500s. There is ZERO evidence that pirates ever buried anything on my land. Later he changed the story and said that the gold plates of the Book of Mormon Part 2 were buried on my land, this time he claimed an angel from god told him. So the Atwaters have multiple excuses for why they arrive to dig everything up, but it's always that they are gold crazy and have gold fever and are convinced if they dig long enough they'll find gold on my land.

The other obsession they have with my land is a homeless man they call "Etiole". They sometimes claim he is a demon, they other times claim he is an alien, for a few years they called him a cryptid, they often say he's the Mememegwasi spirit of the Saco River Curse, a few of them say he's a watcher/fallen angel, some say he's a ghost of an Indian chief, some say he's the ghost of a French solider, some have called him a Faerie/Leprechaun/FarDarrig ... and a whole slew of other claims. Regardless of what they call him, they all adimintly refuse to believe that he is just an ordinary human, an elderly homeless man who keeps to himself and desperately wants them to leave him alone. That's all he is. He's just a homeless man who lives in the woods and wants them to leave him alone.

The Atwaters are obsessed with Etiole on severe levels and have gone to alarming levels of monstrous harassment of him through the past 50 years. Part of their obsession with him, is caused by their previously mentioned gold fever. You see, Etiole travels all over Maine, I never know where he is at any given time, but when he's in the local area, I let him camp out on my land. I've let him stay with me like this for over 40 years. In the 1980s, one of the times they arrived to dig up my land, Etiole was sleeping in my 1964 Dodge 330, and according to them, he jumped out of the car and "threw blue lighten bolts" at them causing a tornado to destroy their construction equipment. They claimed he turned into a black serpent with red eyes and 6 blue wings that was hundreds of feet long, surrounded them and killed several of them by summoning lightning bolts. . . . uhm . . . yeah. I wasn't home so I didn't see this event, of Etiole supposedly attacking them. But it's pretty clear they had some sort of massive LSD hallucination, given many of them heavily used LSD back in the 1970s and 1980s when this event happened. According to Etiole, he just jumped out of the car and ran into the swamp to hide, he didn't see any of the stuff they described.

After that they got it into their heads that I had summoned a demon (and that Etiole was said demon) to protect my secret cache of pirate gold, and their battle cry of "kill the demon" is what caused them to blow up my house with a bomb October 18, 2006, drive over my house with a backhoe August 8, 2013, beat me up with golf clubs and murder my baby November 14, 2013, cut my 1964 Dodge 330 in half May 10, 2010. All those things you have all those police reports about.

They are convinced Etiole is in my yard to keep them from my gold. The only problem is, there is no gold on my land. Etiole is not a demon, and their extreme levels of harassment are utterly insane! 

But then, when they get caught on my camera, because I'm a daily vlogger, so the camera is running all the time, them they accuse me of harassing them, because their faces showed up on my livestream. Uhm... I'm on y own land, in my own bedroom, usually a few hours into my daily livestream when they get caught in the background trespassing. That's NOT me harassing them. That's them trespassing and vandalizing, and breaking and entering while not realizing I was home and them getting caught in the act of vandalizing and trespassing.

Then they run to FaceBook and make all kinds of wild claims about me stalking them. I'm crippled. I can't even get out of bed. Every time I have them on camera, it's because they were trespassing and breaking and entering. I'm in my bedroom livestream a game on my computer and they'll be smashing out windows and get mad that it happened to be the window in line with my livestream webcam on my computer. That's NOT be stalking them. That's me laying in bed playing Witcher 3 and them breaking in.

I'm too damned sick and crippled to even attempt to do half the crazy shit my mother and my father are accusing me of. And what's worse, my father is right here in the same apartment with me. He sees me every day, he knows how bad off my health is. 

Look how much I'm bleeding all over the house every day. Massive nose bleeds that last for hours to a time, not bleeding from my nose. Just coming out of my nose. I'm so dizzy I can't sit up for weeks to a time. I faint and blackout when I try to get up to go to the bathroom. The pain in my hip and pelvis and knee and spine is so bad I can't even move my fingers to type my novels. 

And look at what they do. Do they really think I'm physically capable of doing the things they accuse me of? They are so damned self centred and paranoid. It's all I can do just to sit up and eat something, how the hell do they think I can do the stuff they accuse me of? My day is spent focusing on trying to get my leg to move so I can make a meal, I don't even have time to think about them. 

It looks more and like my mother and my father are doing this stuff on purpose to try to kill me. My father knows how bad off my heart and lungs are and how difficult it is for me to breath after just a couple of steps. His mother left that land to me in her will in 1983. He stole it, had it put into his name illegally. He's been pissed ever since her death, because she gave everything to me not him. That's been a big problem for him for the last 40 years. He raves about it alongside his ravings about going to Utah taking him off the fire department. He hates my mother because of Utah, blames her every day for losing his fire department pension. He raves about it all night long every single night. He blames me for his mother disinheriting him. He raves about that all the time too. I was only grandchild That's why she left everything to me. Including the land that he stole and put in his name. That land is rightfully mine, his mother gave it to me, and he can't stand it. He's needling my mother about the land just to spite his mother.

He's only trying to get the land away from me because he is mad that the town didn't take it. His mother wanted it to stay in the family. It had been in her family since 1530. Her family was the original settlement family of Old Orchard and my land is that spot that the first house in Old Orchard was built.  My father stopped paying taxes to spite his mother and lose the land. He said so many times. He was angry when I bought the land back from the town. He still is. He wants it out of the family because his mother wanted it in the family. That's why he's trying to turn my mother against me over the land. Because he gates his own mother that much.

Keep in mind the 4 door white truck showed up at my workplace daily. Even though I never knew ahead of time what store I would be working at. I was a retail merchandiser and stocked shelves at dozens of stores all over the state. Walmart's every where, CVS, khols, sometimes local, sometimes as far as Freeport and once in Vermont and once in Massachusetts.  I got the notice of which store to be at 15 minutes before I left. So the only person who ever knew where I was going was my father. 

And yet the 4 door white truck would also arrive ahead of me and be waiting. They didn't follow me, they got their first.

And the police caught the truck and the driver in 2017. Kathy BR owned the truck. Her son was the driver.

The smith's are my parents friends. My mother's visiting and home teachers for years.

Kathy was the district emergency dispatch for all the towns in the area, not just old Orchard. That's why none of the 911 calls went through during the attacks by the 4 door white truck. He only attacked while she was on duty. She never forwarded any of the calls so officers never were told to come help me.

That includes the November 14, 2013 golf club attack in South Portland. But the college security officer made a report even though the police never arrived. That big black officer who was head of security was on duty and him and 2 student officers from the police academy made the report.

And FBI found the data from the calls, that never got forwarded to police, that's why Kathy BR lost her job. Because she's the one who tampered with the 911 call files.

Tim and Kathy BR both, not together, individually, arriving separately, both arrived at my tent multiple times throughout the entire year of 2013, saying they were coming to speak to me on behalf of someone who wanted to remain anonymous. So I never knew who sent them. Each time they arrived all they would say was that I had to tear down "the little yellow house" as they called the shop. 

August 8, 2013 the backhoe drove over the shop while I was at work on the food truck down by the pier.

I never saw Tim or Kathy again after that. Not once. And these were people who stopped by to visit my parents daily for over 40 years. Since August 8, 2013 and the backhoe attack on my house, Kathy and Tim have gone to alarming extreme levels to avoid running into me. They just down the street, on one of the private drives, so it's difficult to avoid running into me, and we used to see them a few times a week at local grocery stores. They both, if they see me in a store, literally throw whatever they are carrying across the store and run out of the store like they have a pack of rabid wolves on their heels. It's pretty fascinating thing to see.

My cousin and next door neighbour Tim Murphy was murdered that same week, a few days before the backhoe. His body was left at the cascade Ross road crossroad. 14 days later his head was left at the Portland Ave Ross road crossroad road. His mother put up the big white cross a month later. 

Note that there were THREE 4-door white trucks, a smaller one, a larger one, and a mega-sized giant one -like a Dodge Power Wagon type only it was not a Dodge Power Wagon it was one of the look alike brands, possibly a Nissan. The owner and driver of the big-big-super sized one is still unidentified. The other 2 were both caught in 2017, Kathy BR's truck being the larger of the 2. The 3 trucks often showed up together and drive circles around me, on Rout 1/Portland Rd, while I was driving. They would slam my car from back and sides and push me off the road. Several times they did damage to the frame of my car with had to be repaired multiple times. They've done several tens of thousands in damages to my Volvo over the years. You already have a lot of the smashed up car photos on file, at both Biddeford and Old Orchard police departments, you each have more then a dozen reports for attacks on my car -though the FBI has said someone attempted to destroy several of the records with my name, at the Old Orchard police department. FBI said they arrested the officers who did that. I don't know which files were damaged or how. 

For several years/decades now, I have had multiple people trying to buy my land. The same people over and over again. Only buying my land is not what they are asking for. Rather, they claim my land is cursed and I have to sell it to break the curse. Crazy, I know, but that's what they say. The crazier part is they say that after I sell my land I have to hand the money over to them so they can use it as a down payment on a house they want to buy in Kennebunk. The people in question are my parents and they've been doing this for well over 20 years now. I've always said "no, I'm not selling my land" and left it at that.

My mother (she changes her last name often, I'm not sure which she currently uses) and my father my father both have become extreme hostile and violent the past 2 weeks, and I'm not sure what set them off, but they are hyper infuriated on my refusal to sell my land and give them the money for a down payment of a house in Kennebunk. 

I did not suspect them, all these years, because always been other people showing up and say they were contacting me on behalf of someone who wanted to remain anonymous, but now they are directly doing it themselves.

Starting in June 2001, lots of harassment started and at first, I did not suspect them, or think there was a connection. But now they are outright bragging to my face, that they are the ones behind the vandalism. Like I said, check the police records for 144, 146, 148 Portland Ave from June 2001 til current date. There have been dozens of attacks, including drive by shootings, the bombing of my house, the backhoe driving over my next house, me being beat up with golf clubs which is why I am crippled now for the rest of my life and how my baby died.

The FBI is involved. If you need more information beyond what I've written here,  FBI Agent Andy Drewer can be reached at 207-774-9322 he is at the Portland Office on Middle Street, he is in charge of the investigation, of several events, namely the 2013 Boston Marathon bombing, which my uncle Paul Martel went to prison for building the bomb and selling it to ISIS. The 2006 bombing of the house at 144 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine. My baby was murdered November 14, 2013, a backhoe drove over my house at 146 Portland August 8, 2013 that's why I'm at the Biddeford apartment right now, because we can't get Kathy BR at the town hall to get a building permit, even though she's not the one in charge of that, she takes over our application and won't let it be approved, because she claims I shouldn't be allowed to live in Old Orchard, due to my having left the Mormon church to become a Voodoo Priestess, she says that makes me a witch and I'm not allowed to apply for a house building permit on those grounds, so, it's been 9 years and I'm still without a house on my land in Old Orchard and still stuck in a Biddeford apartment.

It is a long list of a lot of things happening. I'll try to organize it all in order:

At it's start, the whole thing goes back to a homeless man who wishes to remain anonymous, so I'm not using his real name here, nor have I ever used his real name anywhere online or offline or with any conversation with any one.

He, didn't do anything wrong. Quite the contrary, all he's ever done is live in the Ross Forest and surrounding swamps and marshes along the Saco River in Pine Point, OOB, Saco, Biddeford, and probably other areas, he moves around a lot rotating where he sets up camp, something he's done since 1953. I know quite a few people have seen him and talked to him, I don't know if any police officers have ever encountered him or not. Because he is elderly and in frail health, I often let him stay on my land. He's the ONLY person who has permission to be there. Herein lays the problem: he's deformed from acid burn scars covering most of his body. Churches around the area have spent decades accusing him of being a cryptid, alien, demon, watcher, fallen angel, you name it, someone has called him some weird conspiracy. According to him, himself, he was a Jewish WW2 concentration camp survivor, who arrived in OOB with a bunch of other refugees in 1953. Because he's so deformed by his scars, he was bullied by the locals who refused to believe him a human, and that's why he fled into the forest and never set foot in society again. The problem is, the people harassing me have made up this wild conspiracy that he's a demon and I'm protecting him, and they claim they need to get me off my land in order to get to him.

This all started in 1978.

My parents (my father and my mother), uncles (12), aunts (12+), and cousins (64 at the 1970s/1980s time - more then 400 today), teased and bullied me throughout my childhood about him, but they teased and bullied everyone about everything, so I didn't think that much of their bullying back in the 1970s and 1980s when it first started happening. It was just them being the toxic bullies that they are to everyone.

It wasn't until the 1990s and 2000s that it started to become a problem. And 207 is when I first realized how big of a problem it really was.

In 1996 and 1997 Aunt aunt B sent out lots of emails to the family claiming the emails had been written by me. I did not have email, internet, or even a computer yet. She got Dickie (Richard Merlin Atwater) and David (Atwater) and Joey (Atwater -the one who lives in Australia and is wanted by the FBI for kidnapping and selling babies back in the 1980s- FBI can't arrest him until he leaves Australia -I'm not sure why- so he became a citizen. I don't know the details of what he's wanted for.) in raving warpath over it. All three of them showed up in OOB -even Joey from Australia-though I didn't know he was wanted by the FBI back than. But they arrived here in OOB to yell at me in person, because aunt B made the claim that the emails were from me, so they were all mad at me for having written them, but I never did know the contents of the emails because I didn't write them.

I did not see the emails. I didn't have access to a computer back then ad I didn't have internet until 2007 a full 11 years later. Dickie had several of them printed out and waving them around, but I never got a chance to read what they said. One of the emails was 64 pages long, and according to Dickie was all about aliens. I know nothing about aliens, so most of what he said was just gibberish nonsense to me. This was in 1996, shortly before Heaven's Gate killed 39 people in California and at the time, all 3 of those uncles, plus a few other uncles were members of Heaven's Gate, and one uncle -Mervin Bruce Atwater-made the claim to be "the leader of the Maine division of Heaven's Gate"- I don't know if he actually was a Heaven's Gate leader or not, but he maintained that he was right up until 2019, and in April 2019 he was making the claim to be following Comet Wormwood because HaleBop was the wrong one. Like I said, they were coming up with some pretty wild alien and UFO claims and I'm not sure how much of what they claimed was true.

Well, this was the first time I heard the word "Etiole" which was the nickname they had given to the homeless man who sometimes camped out on my yard. Etiole is not his name, it's always been just the word the Atwaters call him (they say it means man from the stars or alien and that it's a French word. I don't know French, aunt B is the one who knows French, so I never would have given him a French name.) Somewhere in the emails, aunt B had called the homeless man "Etiole" and "amphibious alien" and made the claim that he was an "alien grey" who had abducted me to some mother-ship.  

I have never been abducted by aliens and never made such a claim. I never heard such foolishness. But, that this point, I wasn't fully aware of what they were talking about, so I didn't yet realize they were saying that I was making the claim to have been abducted by aliens.

That's the summer they all showed up talking about Etiole and amphibious aliens and alien abduction. aunt B was the one who started all of that stuff about Etiole, who I never called Etiole. But that was how it got started...all this stuff that is happening now with the vandalism and threats going on this week March 2022.

Bruce and Dickie went to a bunch on MUFON forums from 1996 to 2007 spreading lies about me and Etiole calling him a demon and alien and claiming I was an alien abducted. I found out about what they were doing in 2007 after they'd already been doing it for 11 years. 

I don't think aunt B has ever stopped sending out emails about Etiole while pretended to be me, I think she is still doing it. I think this, because in December 2021, I was at the Biddeford library when an elderly man came over to me, asked if I was EelKat and asked me why I was sending him hundreds of emails about Etiole, and who was Etiole? I told the man I don't use email, I've never emailed anyone, I don't know what he's talking about. He says he gets over 300 emails a day about Etiole from someone claiming to be EelKat. But here's the thing: EelKat is not something I call myself. I'll explain that in a bit.

First, let's go back to 1994. Before aunt B started sending the emails out, while claiming they were written by me. My father (my father) was the one who told the Atwaters about Etiole. My father and Dickie both called him "the white monkey". 

In 1994 and 1996 Bishop Paul Morgan asked me to his office and showed me a bunch of letters, all of them signed "The White Monkey, OST". He said the letters were written to sound like I had written them but he said he'd seen my handwriting before and knew I hadn't written these. The Bishop wanted to know if I recognized the handwriting. Some had been written by my father. Others had been written by Dickie. One was written by my mom's father David Henry Atwater who died several years ago now. This was the Mormon bishop in Cape Elizabeth. This bishop had more then one hundred letters laying on his desk, and he had several boxes more around his desk. He said he received no fewer then 5 letter every day for several months, and was quite concerned for my safety as he felt the letter writers may be "mentally unhinged" and "highly dangerous" based on what he called "several homicidal rants" contained in the letters. He said he was giving the letters to Paul Peterson, at Pine Land Centre Mental Health Institute in New Gloucester, because he felt my father and my uncle Dickie should be committed due to the contents of the letters.

The letters looked physically bizarre. Each one started like a normal letter, straight across sentences, line by line, but upon reaching the end of the page, the words spiralled around the outer edge and into a circle around the page, then upside down bottom to top between the first rows.

Each letter contained codes and cryptographers, and large portions of the letters were unreadable unless you cracked the "secret code" that was included with them.

Both my father and my uncle Dickie frequently wrote in that weird spiral and zigzag of lines fashion. My father's letters were the ones that included the cryptography and hidden codes. Dickies letters were just weird spiralling but no codes to solve.

I did not read any of the letters, but the Bishop was deeply upset by them, and stated that he used to be Catholic before becoming Mormon and said that if he was still Catholic he'd recommend my father had an excorsim down, because as the Bishop put it "the white monkey letters are the closet thing I've ever seen to demon possession".

Later that same year Paul Peterson from Pine Land Centre arrived at church and asked to talk to me. He had with him, some of the White Monkey letters and like the Bishop asked me to id the handwriting.

Stake President Earnshaw (of the same church) later called me in to his office for similar letters he had also received and again the white monkey letters were written by mostly daddy and some Dickie all pretending to be me, trying to make it look like I was pretending to be Etiole. 

In total 16 Bishops and 2 stake presidents had contacted me over the years about white monkey letters, all citing they were receiving them daily. Some said members were receiving them. When I stopped attending the Mormon church, my mother's minister's at the 15 churches she was attending at the time, all started getting the letters. (At the time my mom had a belief that she had to be in church as close to 24 hours a day as possible, so she was attending week day church services at every church that had them, even though she was not a member of most of those churches. She became an atheist last I had heard and attends no churches at all anymore as far as I know.) 

My father was in and out of the hospital a lot during this time period (1991 to 1996-ish), due to the violent fights between him and my mother which included him twice being hospitalized due to blood gushing head injuries from a brick, which also included OOB police arresting my mother for beating him said brick. The psychiatrist from Pine Land Centre felt that my dad suffered serious brain damage from one of the brick beating attacks, and wanted him to press charges against my mother, but he refused. The psychiatrist said he felt that my dad's White Monkey letters was a side effect of the multiple head injuries he was hospitalized for. 

The white monkey letters stopped in 2007 when the psychiatrist at Biddeford hospital diagnosed my father as having schizophrenia and put him on psychiatric medicine. The Biddeford police have this arrest on record. We were living at Water st at the time and my father had tried to kill me and my brother Joshua and also himself. The police arrested him. He was in the psych ward for around a week, and released because of the drastic change in his personality that was caused by the medication. He was only released on the condition that he maintained the meds.

Since 2007 no one has mentioned Etiole or the white monkey, until November 19, 2021, when things (the vandalism and harassment and threats) started escalating, the week Todd Murphy died when people started showing up in Biddeford driveway yelling about Etiole and calling him a suicide demon, claiming my Volvo was demon possessed, and accusing me of driving my car around town to drive people to suicide. I don't know who these people were. The one doing most of the yelling has very unique and very identifiable hair: it's a "high fashion" stick straight bob, like what you see in Italy Runways, super stiff as a board, stick straight, like she uses a few jars of jell to get it so straight. And a weird dark-purple tinted red. Very anime cartoon looking hair. You can't mistake it. She always wears big dark glasses, and usually has a little skinny blond man with her, who appears to be her husband or boyfriend. She frequently is beating him over the head with a baby car seat, while yelling at me and my car, while standing on the front porch of our building. They don't live here, I don't know who they re or where they come from. She did it almost every day of December, and most of the last week of November 2021.

This is the first time anyone has mentioned Etiole in years.

They call him Etiole sometimes, White Monkey other times. 

I should tell you where the term "white monkey" come from.

There was a white monkey, in OOB in the 1970s. It belonged to Helen Pearly of Pine Point and was part of her "White Animal Farm" zoo that she ran, which was a little petting zoo of all albino animals. I think it shut down in the early 1980s. Most older folks of the area remember Helen Pearly and her albino zoo animals - which included an elephant, and other such animals. Well, one day the white monkey escaped and Helen Pearly was a friend of my grandmother's (Helen Ricker Allen) and Helen Pearly showed up at 146 Portland Ave (than 862 because the road was renumbers in 1982) to tell my Grammy Helen the monkey had been seen nearby and to let her know if we saw it. Well, after that me and the other neighbour kids started going out into the swamps looking for the white monkey because Helen Pearly was offering a reward for it being returned. And one day we saw it, and tried to catch it and we followed it into the swamps and we found a homeless man out there. He was sick and starving to death. 

The white monkey belonged to Helen Pearly and has nothing to do with Etiole at all. In 1978 Helen Pearly had a pet white monkey that got lost. Me and Atwater cousin Micheal and my Murphy cousin Timmy (the one whose white cross is on the Ross rd he died in 2013) saw it in the woods out back and tried to catch it. We found Etiole the same day. Etiole is a homeless man who lives behind my land in the woods. Me and Micheal and Timmy took him food. And to this day, we still do, except Michael moved away and Timmy died in 2013 so that left just me taking care of Etiole today. Etiole is very old, probably 80s or 90s today. He's very small, not much bigger than a child, maybe around 5'1"-ish. He's covered with acid burns, scars, and tattoos. He has extreme PTSD and is terrified of the sight of people. He's very skittish, almost mute, speaks mostly with his hands, and run terrified from any people who try to get near him. The only reason he didn't run the day we found him, was because he was very sick, probably pneumonia or something like that. Had we children not found him and taken him food for the next several weeks, he probably would have died that same summer. He must have been in his 50s or 60s back then in 1978.

We told the adults about him, and they went to find him, but, they found some plants instead out there in the swamp, and my mom called the police, and the OOB police called the state police, and the state police called the FBI and the entire rest of the week was lots of police digging up lots of plants. Adam and the Babe, were 2 police officers who were left to stand watch over us children while every one else hauled out the plants. News reporters showed up and the news stations called it "Maine's largest drug raid". I don't know what drug plants look like so I don't know what kind of drugs they were. According the the FBI agents who talked to use kids (we were all 5 to 10 years old at the time) a "bad name named Bryan Cyr put those bad plants in the swamp". The FBI agents said they had been looking for Bryan Cyr and his Cyr Clan from Connecticut for several years and wanted to know had we seen him.  We had not, though we did see him about a year later when the big shoot out happened at 142 Portland Ave in front of the Dome house - the day the dome house blue up because Anne Cyr set fire to the meth lab inside- I saw her poured 3 gas cans on the house then throw several matches. Bryan fled in a robin egg blue micro-mini pick up truck, screaming that the meth lab was gonna blow. The whole house went up like a mushroom cloud. It's the only time I ever saw the Cyr Clan.) 

Adam and the Babe went with us kids to look for the sick homeless man/Etiole as he's now called by locals, but he was gone by then, because it had been 5 or 6 or more hours since the adults found the plants. The 2 police officers looked all over the forest for him, and stopped when they found a human leg bone in the Bachelder Brooke and took that with them and left to join the other officers. (144, 146, and 148 Portland Ave and the swamps and forest behind it is a massive Native American grave - there are at least 500 graves, that back in the 1970s all still had markers, most of the dates are 1400s to 1500, but in the mid 1980s someone stole most all of the slate grave markers, so they are unmarked today. I assume the leg bone was from one of those graves - human bones wash up out of the ground all the time on these sections of land because there are just so many Native American graves all over the place here, on my land and the lands abutting me. It's why the Powder Horn campground can't expand any closer to my land - they hit Native American graves last time they expanded the campground.)

So, because they got sidetracked by all the drug plants and all the police everywhere for the rest of the week, the adults never saw the homeless man or the white monkey as both had been scared off by the huge crowd of drug raid crews.

For some reason because we found him while looking for Helen Pearly white monkey my father and the Atwaters got it in their heads that Etiole was a demon alien shape shifter who turned into a white monkey to lure me and Micheal into the woods. And that's how their stupid ass alien and demon rumours got started.

I should point out, her family, The Atwaters, are the Scottish Traveller Gypsies, aka as The Scottish Mafia by several white Americans, her brothers Bruce and David and several of Davids adult children, grandchildren, and great grand children call themselves Scottish Mafia  and act every bit fitting on that title, which is both why the FBI is investigating and why I have nothing to do with them.

Right after the June attack on her car, a large group of Irish Travellers showed up from the Carilinas and Tennessee and were setting up squatting camps all around the area, The had set up a large camp on BB street behind my Main st/Cutts St apartment in Biddeford, setting up in the big chain link fenced yard on the corner (which is why the owners have since roped the land off.) I didn't think anything of it at first, because the Irish Travellers show up in Southern Maine every year for decades now, so there's nothing unusual about seeing them setting up camps on any space they can find, you see it every year. Usually they camp on the cow farms in Dayton/Buxton/North Saco area, so seeing them in Biddeford was a bit strange.

I point this out because the week they arrived on BB, my mother and her Atwater siblings and their families flipped out big time. They put heavy focus on "the brown house on the corner and the chain link fence yard across the street" and laid out to harassing the landlords of those two locations. They had a list of around 100 addresses in Biddeford, Cape Elizabeth, and many other places included Rhode Island and Connecticut. I saw the list because my mother showed up at my yard waving it around and demanding I help her and the Atwaters stage an attack on the Irish Travellers, whom she claimed was family of the man in the green truck with the 2x4 attack on her car.

A war between the Scottish Travellers/Scottish Mafia/The Atwaters and the Irish Travellers -which include The Cry Clan drug gang from Connecticut - the one the FBI is here looking for-, is the last thing I want to get involved in. Those same two clans are the ones who did the 4-5-8 shoot out back in the 1970s/1980s, when they blew up the dome house at 142 Portland Ave. They were armed to the teeth with truck loads and school bus loads of illegal military guns back in the 4-5-8 shoot out and I don't want to see what kind of weaponry that same group lugs around now 40 years later.

I am a Voodoo Priestess. Voodoo is also known as Folk Catholicism. It is a branch of the Catholic Church. Voodoo is a Christian religion, that focuses on reverence the ancestors. Hollywood Horror movies have slandered our religion to such an extent that the average person thinks Voodoo is dark magic, death spells, curses, and voodoo dolls. Those are all things that exist only in Hollywood and do not exist in real world Voodoo. The problem is made worse, when teens and young adults, not knowing the actual religion, call themselves Voodoo while practising things they see in movies.  While the older generations of Gypsies and Travellers know the difference, younger generation have fallen far from the old traditions, especially the old religion, and sadly, even among Gypsies and Travellers today, many in the age group of 60 years old and younger, only know Voodoo from Horror movies and not from their grandmother's actual practice.

I say this because my mother and her Atwaters wanted me to join then as a "figure head" for their cause. They specifically demanding I summon demons, make voodoo dolls, cast curses, and use magic to kill the list of people living at the addresses on the list they had. In short they attempted to hire me to be a quasi-hit-man for them.

When I explained to them that this is not what Voodoo is about, Voodoo is peaceful, non-violent, we shun weapons and hurtful acts of all types, they lashed out at Etiole -who was not here, it was just me they were yelling at, yelling about him. My mother called Etiole a demon, said he was my familiar, said "I know you work with demons, you can't lie to me" and "you cast death curses on people all the time you lying little bitch, you just won't do it for me because you want to spite your mother, after all I do for you!

I made a Twitch livestream video that same day, telling what was going on and what I feared was about to happen, because I have seen these same two Gypsy clans go to war with each other before.

Well, I have too much to deal with with my health. I'm bedridden 15+ hours a day, so I do nothing but play video games and write novels and edit novels, ALL of which I do on livestream - yes, I livestream for 12 to 15, sometimes 19 hours each and every single day, and I have 92TB of hard drive full of that video footage all the way back to 2015 - I have every minute of every day of my life not only live streamed on Twitch, but I have ALL the video footage files, which mean I have footage of all the attacks, all the yelling at my car, all the demanding I cast death spells, all the trying to hire me as a hit man - all of it. I have over 15k hours of video footage. And because most of the attacks happened during a livestream, there are also hundreds of witness online who saw and heard the attacks and threats already, seeing and hearing them as they were happening.

Going back to the suspecting someone is impersonating me... My mother makes the claim that it is her right to cut the wires off my Biddeford apartment building, because she claims I've put her name, address, and where she goes online. I've never put her address or name or where she goes on the internet. Don't know what she's talking about. I gave her the FBI contact info and told her that if she actually is seeing "me" posting this stuff she claims I'm posting online, then she needs to forward that stuff to the FBI because it's someone impersonating me, and that was one of the things the FBI has suspected was happening so they are actively looking for that kind of stuff. They are trying to get to the bottom of who it is spreading these wild, crazy ass rumours and lies, both doing it in my name and doing it about me.

They've already located a shut down a few dozen impersonation of me, social network accounts, and so far, to date, all of them have belonged to just one person: my mother's brother Mervin Bruce Atwater. Well, it makes sense that HE would know her home address and where she goes, seeing how, for the past decade they were kind of joined at the hip and did everything together. Yeah, of course he knows where she lives and what car she drives and where she goes. 

Also, I never went to school, she did not allow it, There were several legal/court battles between my mom and the OOB school and the state of Maine ad the department of education throughout the 1980s, over the fact that she was actively refusing to allow me to attend school. So I never learned to do math or numbers. I don't know how to count or do money or any stuff like that. And numbers don't register in my head for some reason. People will tell me a phone number or home address and 5 seconds later my mind is blank on the numbers. I can't remember them. That's why when something like an attack happens I write down the tie and date immediately and keep it on a chart - I have a list, day by day, all times and dates of every attack since June 2001. I wouldn't be able to remember what happened when if I didn't keep a list like that.

Well, my mother knows all of this, so she knows even if she had told me her address, which she didn't, I wouldn't have remembered it long enough to even write it down.

In June 2021, I found out she moved, because I was walking my dog -we walk 3 to 4 miles a day, all over Biddeford, Old Orchard, and Scarborough, because I am trying to rebuild my leg muscles after having been bedridden since 2013, with only minimal movement- Doctors said I would never walk again and I aim to prove them wrong and well I have, because I am at least walking enough to walk my dog each day, but it is very difficult, and every step I take feels like a sword stabbing up my right leg and into my spine, because of the nerve damage. It is why I walk so slow and limp so bad, because it hurts terrible to step down.

Well, one day I was walking my dog and all of a sudden, there's my mother, telling me that I'm standing in front of her house and I was surprised, because last I knew she lived several miles away. I had no clue she lived 2 streets over from me and that she had done so for 3 years!

I don't know how she expects me to even know where she goes considering I've had no contact with her in almost a decade now, not since the stunt she pulled April 10, 2015 when she broke into my motorhome, filled it with feces, and then locked her 13 cats in it to frame me for animal abuse. She did not expect the Old Orchard Beach police to arrive and confiscate her cats and then not give them back to her and she has been in a social media battle with several animal shelters, veterinarians, animal control officers, and police officers ever since. Most of her harassment of these people has been targeted at former OOB town hall worker DF  and OOB police officer WW , both of whom she has been harassing on FaceBook for the past 7 years. You can ask DF  and WW  and their family and friends on FaceBook, how bad it has gotten. In recent months she added a new person to her FaceBook harassment, I don't know their name, just that it's the ex-wife and 15 year old son of someone named Todd Murphy who recently died from being hit by a train in front of my Biddeford apartment on Nov 19, 2021. Sometimes she says his death was a suicide, other times she says he was murdered and thrown in front of the train. I don't know which it is, I didn't know him, and only have her word for any of it.

In her mind, the way the whole thing was supposed to happen was: you police were supposed to confiscate my motorhome and she would take her cats and go home. 

What actually happened was: you police confiscated her cats, and I kept my motorhome.

She has spent the last 7 years harassing every pet shelter and rescue in New England, trying to find the cats.

In answer to questions about the cats from April 2015—those were cats belonging to Wayne Whitten of Biddeford, Maine. I was never able to talk about it because of the court case going on between Wayne's family and the Atwaters.

To make matters even worse, the cats were not hers, either. Rather, they belonged to Wayne Whitten and his daughter. My mother had stolen the cats from Wayne, in an act of retaliation, after Wayne refused to hand over to her, his father, William's land.

If you do not know, there are several polygamists in my family, all on the Atwater side. My mother is one of them. Wayne Whitten is one of her many Husbands, and therefore Wayne Whitten is also my stepfather.

In May 2010, my mother took a chainsaw to my 1964 Dodge 330. But it was not the ONLY car she attacked that week. Two days earlier, she took a chainsaw to Wayne's black 1970s vintage Dodge. AFTER, she locked her Old English sheepdog in the trunk and left it there for 6 months, and then tried to say that Wayne killed her dog, when in fact, she had.

Many people in Biddeford, Maine knew Wayne Whitten and his father William Whitten, and both men were known for the wild tales of Wayne's 5th wife, Jeannie, who daily beat him, gathered her older brothers to beat him, and hospitalized him several times, multiple times nearly killing him. That wife is also my mother.

Unfortunately for Wayne Whitten, no one would believe him about how violent and psychotically deranged his wife was and in the space of only a few weeks, his father, then his cats, and then Wayne himself all died. Because of the violent nature of Wayne's death, details were withheld from the public.

Three cats—the white cat Old Lady, and the 2 tabby's Trouble and Sassy, were already dead before the police arrived, and all three were diagnosed as having been force-fed rat poison. This is why, even though my mother put 13 cats in my motorhome, the police only took 10 cats.

Wayne's father, William, owned the cape house next door to Ben's Flooring in Biddeford, behind Walmart. In his 90s, with his health failing, my mother arrived demanding William sell his house and give her the money for a down payment on a mansion in Kennebunk. The exact same demands she is now making at me, these 7 years later. She did this to William Whitten in 2015, and Wayne's daughter to this day maintains that my mother's threats, demands, and harassment were the major contributing factors of William's death.

My mother took the Whitten cats, intending to hold them hostage, until William sold his house and gave her the money. This was why she hid the cats in my motorhome. This is also why when the police showed up asking about the cats, I had no clue what they were talking about and let them search the motorhome telling them there were no cats in it. My mother broke into my motorhome and hid the cats in there, apparently 3 days earlier, and I was unaware she had done this so was unaware the cats were there.

This is also why, when police officer Will Watson asked how many cats there were and what their names were, why I did not know how many cats there were and only knew the names of a couple of the cats that I had heard Wayne talk about.

William Whitten died while the cat fiasco was going on.

Wayne, realizing what my mother had done to his cats, tried to get them back, but he died a few weeks later.

Wayne, his father, and his cats all died a few weeks apart from each other.

My mother went around triumphantly bragging that she had gotten Wayne's father's land, via being Wayne's wife, and set about to the process of buying the house in Kennebunk. And got slapped with a reality check when the two wills got read and both William and Wayne had left everything they had to Wayne's daughter.

In raging inferno, my mom lashed out at Wayne's daughter, and a lawsuit happened, with Wayne's daughter charging my mother with kidnapping the cats, and using rat poison to slowly poison Wayne. A massive Facebook war happened between the Whittens and the Atwaters as my mother got her Atwater thugs involved, and the Whitten's fled in terror once they realized the rumours that my mother was part of the Scottish Mafia, was in fact, very, very, very true.

To this day, the remains of Wayne Whitten's surviving family live in mortal terror, daily vandalism, and barbaric levels of harassment at the hands of my mother, and her brothers Bruce and David and David's sons and grandsons.

More details of what happened can be found here: Amphibious Aliens: https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html

And no, for the people who are confused, Amphibious Aliens has nothing to do with aliens. It is about a homeless man whom my mother and her brother Bruce, over hyper focused on, and together my mother and Bruce created an elaborate alien abduction and demon possession hoax, so they could try to scam several dozen locals out of their houses.

This cat stealing, house stealing scam is something they have been doing to people all over Southern Maine since BEFORE I was even born. The earliest known attempt at this house stealing scam dates back to their father David Henry Atwater and a house he stole in the 1930s in Rumford Maine. At the time, my grandfather used the hoax of an angel from heaven coming down and telling him to take the Rumford farm. And at the time, my grandfather was a transport driver for Honey Fizt's ACTUAL Boston Mafia, which is WHY, the Atwaters make the claim to be the Scottish Mafia. Their claim is that because they are Scottish, and their father worked for Honey Fitz that they are Mafia. But the Atwaters are neither Scottish nor Mafia, both claims are outright lies that are nothing more than part of the scam they run.

As can be seen with BOTH what she has spent the past 5 decades doing to Etiole and what she is currently doing to Todd Murphy's family on and off FaceBook, you can see how much my mother hyper focuses on homeless people and abusing their friends and relatives and using the homeless person's homelessness as excuses for the scams she runs.

That she spent decades running a land stealing scam in Etiole's name, and now is running another land stealing scam in Todd Murphey's name is utterly deplorable.

And you people who wonder WHY I've not had contact with my mother in 30 years, WHY I shun her. WHY I hate her and her Atwater thugs so much... you are right now witnessing it live as they do it all over again, this time taking advantage of the pain and suffering of Todd Murphy's family to try to steal land from people in the name of a homeless man who was killed by a train.

I am thoroughly and utterly disgusted with my mother's vile abuse of the Murphy family and what she is doing in the name of a dead man.

I've said it thousands of times before and I'll say it again: The Atwaters are scum.

The Atwaters devote their lives to abusing homeless people and the families of those homeless people, just so they can run their filthy scams, and I’m fucking sick of the Atwaters and their filth.


She has had several retaliation attacks happen to her, done by family and friends of the people she's harassing on FaceBook. the retaliation attacks included a Biddeford Public Works road grader being driven into her yard and over her car in 2017. Two additional attacks on her next car, the following year. And in June 2021 a man driving a green pick up truck drove into her yard and beat her car with a 2by4. (Note, I did not witness any of these attacks on her cars and only have her word on what happened.)

All of these people she is fighting with on FaceBook, I don't know, they are people she knows and they are not on my FaceBook and I blocked her and all the Atwaters from my FaceBook back in May 2015, when her and her nieces and nephews and siblings were posting death threats on my FB profile. One cousin cousin name, posted pictures of herself carrying a machine gun (not automatic rifle - but a machine gun - the big type you put on a tripod and have a belt full of hundreds of bullets slung over your shoulder- similar to a gatland gun but not as big, though she had pictures of her gatland gun too that she was also posting on my FB) She'd write under the pictures "This is the gun I'm going to shoot you with"... her husband was one of the guys arrested after the Jan 6 attack, by the way - the guy in Florida with the Nancy something's ( forget her last name, I think it began with a P? I don't know American politics, I find it all confusing so I'm not sure who the Nancy woman was). He stole her pulpit and  he was posting pictures of him stealing on FB. Her mom is aunt L, and she and he were among the 23 cousins that the FBI has been trying to find because they supplied a lot of the guns for the Jan 6th attack, according to posts they made on FB. I don't know, I never saw any such posts because I have them all blocked n FB since 2015. Her brother cousin name was also posting pictures of him carrying guns and writing death threats underneath on my FB wall. His messages said: "I'm an ordained Aaronic Priest and god has given me permission to blow your brains out with this gun". cousin name and cousin name are 2 of David and aunt L's 15 adult kids -all are 40 to 60+ years old. David is my mom's oldest brother, he's in his 80s. He is very violent, there has never been an occasion of him arriving on my land in Old Orchard, that did not involve his trying to kill me, usually by strangling me. He is the most violent of all the uncles. Several times while he's been here he beat up his adult kids by hitting them in the face with weights off of dumbells. 

Most of the Atwater men are retired Marines, and all of them are over 6'2" the tallest, is 7'3". These guys are HUGE and are all weightlifters. You don't want to cross one of the Atwater uncles, they are former Marines trained in weaponless combat. David runs a compound in Palmyra.. . and you might have just seen his crew in the news - they were doing a squatter's rights takeover of that big mansion next door to Stephen King in Bangor and somehow the place caught fire. The news reports didn't mention Stephen King and went out of their way to get camera angles that kept King's house out of the news, but I'm as familiar with Bangor streets as I am Old Orchard and Biddeford streets, so I recognized which house it was on the news, that got attacked by the squatters doing a take over war. 

My uncle and his kids are trying to confiscate the land all around Stephen King - they say they have the right to because no one was ever paid any money for being in The Thinner movie. That happened about 2 weeks ago, the news did not list the squatters name, but like I said, it's my uncle and his crew, they been focusing on the 20 or so houses around King's big red Victorian, for over a decade now. They tried to get me to help them do it, that's how I found out. They made the claim that because I'm an author I should be able to reason with Stephen King and convince him to hand over his red Victorian house in exchange for his never paying them for being in The Thinner. I told them to get lost and burn in hell. Just because I'm an author and King's film crew filmed a part of Thinner on my land in Old Orchard doesn't mean I know King himself, I never even met him, and them being obsessed with stealing land from people is just out of control. 

The whole Atwater clan does this. They don't see anything wrong with moving in, setting up camp, and driving the rightful land owners off their land at gunpoint.

They act like it's a family tradition to steal land from people, via squatting, harassment, corrosion, death threats, and outright just forging deeds and switching the files, like they did with my land.

And that's the issue we have going on right now. My mother has gone on a psych crazed warpath vendetta of taking my land or else, and or else so far has included her twice now having my father shove things up the tailpipe of my car, both times doing lots of damage t the car when I started the engine and everything inside blew up because of the fuel line blocked. And twice now - each time the same day as attacking my Volvo cutting the wires off the Biddeford apartment as well, in the same driveway where the car was parked.

Both times they admitted to doing it and both times used the justification that I deserved it because I was refusing to sell my land and give my mother the money to buy a house in Kennebunk. She says she has to move to Kennebunk to "get away from the niggars invading Maine, Kennebunk is all white they don't allow no niggars". She's very crude and vulgar and has an extreme hatred for black people and hangs around online with some group that calls itself "the workers of iniquity" which claims to be "a branch of the Ku Klux Klan because the original Ku Klux Klan is not strict enough".

Throughout 2016 people wearing KKK-like white robes and hood showed up in Old Orchard to make threats about my land. Back then I was unaware that my mother was friends with such a group. The robes are NOT KKK robes, the KKK robes are very distinctive, covered with fancy bead work and embroidery, and are not white, but are usually green or red or blue or yellow. It's a Hollywood myth that the KKK wears white, and that's how you can tell REAL KKK from fake wannabe's pretending to be KKK. Real KKK is not wearing white sheets and white pillowcases. The real KKK is a church that is organized similar to Catholic church and all their robes mean specific ranks, also they don't wear hood, they wear mitre hats like the pope does, and have a veil mask over their eyes. So its pretty easy to identify real KKK from fakers in white sheets, and the people showing up in my yard were not real KKK, they were fakers literally wrapped in white bed sheets with pillow cases over their heads. 

Well, various white-power groups show up in the area, that's nothing unusual. Neo-Nazi, Sovereign Citizens, ect. They've always been around Maine, so much so that there are KKK and white power history museums in Maine -one is in Saco. So, I didn't think much of the white hood idiots in my yard. We are Gypsies, white hooded idiots are a part of our non-white life.

Well, here's the thing: we are not white. My mother's mother was not a Gypsy. Eva Viola Little John Dyer Atwater was half Kickapoo Native American and half black. He mother was 100% Native America. Her father 100% black. My mom is 1/4 black, 1/4 Native American, and 1/2 Gypsy of Roumania/Arabian/Middle Eastern descent. There is not one drop of white blood in her. Which is why I was surprised to hear her say: "I gotta move to Kennebunk to get away from the niggars invading Maine, Kennebunk is all white they don't allow no niggars". Yes, Kennebunk is all white, and look at the news, the black school teach who lives in Old Orchard Beach and worked at Kennebunk schools is daily bombarded with swastika painted on her car while she's teaching class. I can't drive my Volvo down main street Kennebunk with out getting pelted with rocks and crowds running off the sidewalks screaming "death to Gypsy scum!" It's dangerous t drive through Kennebunk and not be white -they pull us coloured folks out of cars if we get stopped at a red light. Kennebunk is legendary for being the most white power town in the state of Maine.

One has only to look up the international news reports of the 10 year old school children dragging their black teacher into the streets and almost beating her to death -in 2020. That happened barely a year ago. Kennebunk is the most hostile anti-black town in America and they are proud of it, brag about it, and since the BLM stuff of 2020, Kennebunk has gotten ten times worse. And, she's been seeing all that in the news and wants to live there, and I'm not sure why, because like I said,  my mom is 1/4 black, 1/4 Native American, and 1/2 Gypsy of Roumania/Arabian/Middle Eastern descent and if she tries to buy a house there, and they find out she has black blood, they'll kill her. But she's all hyped up on a white power kick and wants to join Kennebunk's anti-black movement, and... I... I just don't understand it and I'm sure if that's actual why she wants to go thee or not.

There was a court case about the cats (3 different ones because the town hall dropped the case after evidence proved the cats were not mine and my mother had snuck them in my motorhome a few days earlier to try to frame me and then some MB guy crawled out of the woodwork to reopen the case a month later), which, for some reason was in my name, not her name, because the motorhome was mine, even though the cats were hers. Weirdly, half way through the court case the town hall dropped the case and some guy named MB Bureau took over it instead. Thing is, I don't know who this MB guy is. He's not anyone I have ever even met before and he was not at the court so I didn't meet him there either. He came in with lots of wild accusations about me harassing him, even though I had no clue who he was and had never heard of him before. MB's lawyer took photo copies of a conversation on Twitter between me and JB (the guy the FBI arrested for embezzling $30k out of the OOB town hall bank account - $3million in OOB tax money went missing, the rest was never found as far as I know. The Twitter conversation was this JB sending me death threats because he had just been released from prison, and he was claiming I had put him there, even though I didn't know him or that he'd been in prison or that he had stolen money from OOB town hall. According to FBI, JB was a church friend of my mother's and he and town manager Jim Thomas, had been Bishopric counsellors to Mormon Church Bishop DK and the 3 of them and several others from the Saco LDS church had taken over the OOB town hall in around 2010 and embezzled $3million in town taxes. Apparently my Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater, Richard Merlin Atwater, and aunt B had been involved, been involved and they had used fake social media accounts in my name to contact JB so he thought I knew him, that's why he contacted me on my real account after getting out of prison. I don't know the details I only know the small bit of info the FBI told me to let me know why this JB guy was contacting me.) For some reason, this MB guy, said the Twitter conversation with this Joel guy was about him. 

And apparently according to the FBI, this MB guy owns the old abandoned logging road across the street from me, which is numbered as 139 Portland Ave. I don't know, that road has been abandoned at least since the 1970s, I had no idea any one lived down there, but FBI says this MB guy does. I've been at 146 since 1975, and I've never see any one live there. FBI says there is another driveway on a different side that they probably use. Any ways, for some odd reason this MB guy took over the court case with the cats, only he suddenly said it was about me being transgender (but I'm not transgender, so I don't know why he said I was) His lawyer came into court saying I was a man pretending to be a woman, and here's where it got really weird, the lawyer copied what he SAID was an "About Me" page off of my website (eelkat.com) only what he copied was the about page for the main character of the novel series I write (I'm the author of 138 published novels). The series is about a male Elf who is possessed by a female parasitic alien jellyfish. So it's a female jellyfish wearing the body of a dead male Elf like a coat and passing herself off as him.

Well, this lawyer (Gene Libby) for this MB guy is waving THAT fictional character profile around in court, saying it was my personal about me page, and making the claim that I was a male to female transvestite who believed I was an Elf... and here's the kicker... his whole spiel was trying to convince the judge that I was insane so this MB guy could confiscate my land at 146 Portland Ave! It was the most bizarre thing, and the judge thought so too, because the judge tossed the whole thing out of court because the charges this MB guy had against me were so oddball off the wall nut job ridiculous. But the thing was, again, it was someone making wild claims that I had to hand them over my land, which is what keeps happening with every one of these weird attacks. And always, like both these 2 guys: JB and MB Bureau they are creepy ass strangers who crawl out of the woodwork, people I've never heard of before, making claims to being my friend (JB made the claim he was my best friend and said we talked all the time on FaceBook, but he wasn't on my FB and I'd never heard of him before. While MB Bureau in his court papers made the claim to be one of my uncles -he is not-and)

aunt B and aunt L of Bangor used to be putting stuff online about me and my brothers and JB would get it from aunt B and aunt L and forward it every where. This was in 2010 era, but I did not see the posts, because none of them is a FaceBook friend of me. The FBI however said they saw a lot of the posts, these people made, including several death threats. Seems likely something like that is happening again given the way people keep showing up here at the Biddeford apartment when no one even knew I was here.

I met aunt L about 3 times during my childhood, it's been 30+ years since I last saw her, and I've never spoken with her online or offline not once in my entire life.

aunt B I meet 10 or 12 times during my childhood, and likewise it's been 30+ years since I last saw her, except for 2 times. One in 2013 she showed up at my Biddeford apartment on Water St, with some medical scam idea she had that she wanted me to help her with. She said she was working at Blue Cross/Blue Shield and had found a way to get people's insurance money because a lot of people didn't file claims; she said she was also an EMT, and she could take the records from one job to cross with the other job, to have people's insurance money forwarded to a POBox she owned. I told her I wanted nothing to do with it and to get lost. I don't know how true any of the stuff she said was. I don't know if she worked at those places or could do the scam she was claiming or not.

aunt B showed up again in 2016, at the Gazebo Park (might be named Mechanic's Park?) on the Saco River by the water treatment plant. I was there walking my dog, and my mother showed up with an uncle Peter (now deceased) who was visiting from Utah. They were having a picnic. aunt B and Bruce showed up to trash everything, steal the food, and then leave. They were yelling and screaming the whole time. They acted drunk, except I didn't think they drank. I don't know. Mormons don't drink, not usually.

So I don't know aunt B and aunt L otherwise. I know nothing about them. Have never had contact with them, have never spoken with them online or offline. So, I'm puzzled as to why they were posting things online about me in 2010, or why they were acting like they knew me, when neither of them has ever been a part of my life or know anything about me.

But, they make claims that I say and do various things that I don't say or do. The list of things they've accused me of is massive and kind of crazy and include the claims that I am a prostitute, and that I am a Mafia gang leader ... like I said, it's just wild and also very slanderous and I'm sick of it.

Back in 2019 when my mother got her car, she had it over a month before I even knew she had gotten a car. I found out she had it when she flipped out saying I was online telling people she bought a car. And it turned out is was aunt B and Brucie online telling everyone she got a car, but I had told them,  even thought I had never talked to either of them since 2013 when FBI told me cut off all contact with them

aunt B and Bruce and aunt L all 3 are constantly telling people I said things, that I never said. 

I told you people been showing up talking about Todd and claiming I said things online about him, but I don't even know who he is or what they are talking about. It almost looks like someone is online impersonating me.

A few weeks ago an old man walked up to me, asked if I was EelKat and then asked me why I kept emailing him, and I said I don't email anyone cause I don't use email. He said some days he gets over 300 emails a day from someone claiming to be EelKat 

Last time my car had this problem was same day my father cut the internet on my mom's orders. Suspicious my car has same problem again, same day internet goes off again. It went off while my mother was here

aunt B showed up at water st day after golf club attack, but I never knew how she found out , I never told anyone online about it . Her and Bruce knew about it some how before any one else.  They wanted me to use my injury to help them run a medical scam and they were pissed when I refused to. They started spreading lies about me online because of that. That was Nov 2013

aunt B and Bruce knew about the cats and DAY BEFORE it happened. aunt B posted on my FaceBook wall "the next head nailed to the door will be yours" the day before any heads were nailed to door

I think it's aunt B online saying stuff about me and my mom, because she did it before and because FBI was here asking about her going down to Washington Jan 6 attack, but I didn't yet know the Jan 6 attack had even happened. They said aunt B aunt L and 23 cousins had been down there and they FBI was trying to find them. 

Old Orchard police and Biddeford police and a detective have all shown up asking about aunt B and aunt L and 23 cousins as well. But again I don't know anything because I not had contact with them. But FBI, 2 police departments and a detective are all saying aunt B and aunt L and 23 cousins are making claims about me, in connection to bombs and ISIS .

That's how I found out Paul Martel was in prison. According to FBI agents, Paul Martel built the bombs for the 2013 Boston marathon and the 2013 bomb at South Maine Community College and put the college bomb in my class to make it look like I made the Boston bomb. That's why the FBI showed up to begin with. They were at the college investigating both bombs that happened the same day

FBI said they believed the whole thing was aunt B and Bruce idea, but Paul martial was the one who actually built the bomb and sold it to ISIS, and put the second bomb in my class at college so Paul Martel was the only one they could arrest. FBI is trying to arrest aunt B because they think she's the one behind it. They said the whole thing seems to have started because Scott went to prison for selling drugs at Scarborough downs and for some reason aunt B thinks I'm the one who turned him in, even though I've not seen or heard from Scott since he was 8 years old

FBI thinks the attack on the cats was aunt B retaliating because Paul Martel got arrested. 

When Dickie died also in 2013, after the bomb in Boston but before the golf club attackers aunt B was with him taking charge of his medicine and his official cause of death was an overdose of his medicine, with a not saying unable to determine if accident or suicide. I found out this 2 days after he died when Jacksonville County state police from Florida showed up here in Maine to interview me about where I was the day Dickie died  because when he died aunt B called 911 and told the police I had killed him. 

The FBI thinks the golf club attack was aunt B retaliating because police didn't arrest me for murdering Dickie like she had demanded they do

FBI is full focused on arresting aunt B and Bruce. There's no evidence Bruce is dead. All evidence points to him being in New Zealand. 

FBI believes Bruce faked death because FBI was moving in to close and he didn't want to take the fall for what aunt B is doing 

In 1996 and 1997 aunt B sent out lots of emails to the family claiming the emails had been written by me. I did not have email, internet, or even a computer yet. She got Dickie and David and Joey in raving warpath over it. That's the summer they all showed up talking about Etiole and amphibious aliens and alien abduction. aunt B was the one who started all of that stuff about Etiole, who I never called Etiole. Etiole is not his name, it's always been the word the Atwaters used to describe him (it means man from the stars or alien it's a French word. I don't know French, aunt B is the one who knows French, so I never would have given him a French name) Bruce and Dickie went to a bunch on MUFON forums from 1996 to 2007 spreading lies about me and Etiole calling him a demon and alien and claiming I was an alien abducted. I found out about it in 2007 after they'd already been doing it for 11 years. I don't think aunt B has ever stopped sending out emails about Etiole while pretended to be me, I think she is still doing it.

My father was the one who told the Atwaters about Etiole. My father and Dickie both called him the white monkey. In 1994 and 1996 Bishop Morgan asked me to his office and showed me a bunch of letters, all of them signed "The White Monkey, OST". He said the letters were written to sound like I had written them but he said he'd seen my handwriting before and knew I hadn't written these. He wanted to know if I recognized the handwriting. Some had been written by daddy. Others had been written by Dickie. President Earnshaw later called me in for similar letters he had received and again the white monkey letters were written by mostly daddy and some Dickie all pretending to be me, trying to make it look like I was pretending to be Etiole. In total 16 Bishops and 2 stake presidents had contacted me over the years about white monkey letters

The white monkey letters stopped in 2007 when the psychiatrist at Biddeford hospital diagnosed daddy as having schizophrenia and put him on psychiatric medicine. Since 2007 no one has mentioned Etiole or white monkey, until the week Todd died when people started showing up in Biddeford driveway yelling about Etiole and calling him a suicide demon

The white monkey belonged to Helen pearly and has nothing to do with Etiole at all. In 1978 Helen pearly had a pet white monkey that got lost. Me and cousin Micheal saw it in the woods out back and tried to catch it. We found Etiole the same day. Etiole is a homeless man who lives behind my land in the woods. Me and Micheal took him food. For some reason because we found him while looking for Helen pearly white monkey my father and the Atwaters got it in their heads that Etiole was a demon alien shape shifter who turned into a white monkey to lure me and Micheal into the woods. And that's how their stupid ass alien and demon rumours got started.

I used to let him sleep in the Dodge at night, that's why people started saying the car was haunted. They said Etiole was a demon and the car was demon possessed. My father and Bruce used to stay up all night debating what kind of demon Etiole must be and kept calling me a demon child and a witch and saying I was demon possessed and they called Etiole my familiar and said I summoned him to cast curses and death spells. Bruce believed all that stuff as actual fact and after Bruce left for the night my dad would joke about how gullible Bruce was and how easy it was to convince him demons lived in my car. From there the rumours ended up on the internet through the Heaven's Gate group, that Bruce was a member of at the time. They were a group of around 200 people who went from one UFO forum to the next spreading rumours about me and Etiole. They did that for 11 years before I found out Bruce and his UFO friends were doing it. 

I found out when people started showing up in Old Orchard with beeping equipment claiming they were here the capture Etiole while calling him an amphibious alien and EBE and calling me "EelKat Etiole's friend" I did not use the username EelKat online and none of my books about EelKat (the black bobcat) had ever been published so there was no reason for internet people to know either the name EelKat or Etiole.  I was using the username xavychup online not EelKat, that's why my email address is xavychup not EelKat. EelKat is something Grammy called me back in the 1970s because she said eels and cats were my spirit animals. I never called myself EelKat online or offline so only the Atwaters had ever heard that word before and yet in 2007, I spent the entire summer with endless people showing up in my yard at my tent and all calling me EelKat and all looking for Etiole. 

Because I was living under the tarp I had no access to internet yet so had no clue what was going on online. I went to the library and searched Etiole and EelKat to see what came up and I found tens of thousands of forum posts and interviews and articles all written by Bruce and Dickie, including interviews with Buddy Hopkins, David Mack, and David Icke. All the stuff they said was how they had this demon possessed niece who had been abducted by aliens and has brought an alien back from the mother ship with her and was now protecting him. Every one of the forum posts. Interviews and articles had my full name, my old Orchard address, my email, and my old Orchard phone number listed. That was why so many people were showing up at the tent. In 2006 to 2009. The whole thing of people calling me a Witch and saying about curses and death spells and aliens and demons was started by daddy saying that stuff to Bruce and then Bruce and Dickie spreading it online for 11 years from 1996 to 2007

I started using the name EelKat online BECAUSE my uncles had spent 11 years calling me that on MUFON forums, and when I found out about it and started contacting all the forum admins, I had to tell every one:

"I'm Wendy Christine Allen. I'm the one you all call EelKat, Etiole's friend, the REAL EelKat, friend of the REAL Etiole,  and I'm here to slap every damned one of you with protection from harassment orders. I'm tired of the slander and lies you people are spreading about me of fucking UFO websites. I'm not an alien abductee, I've never claimed to be, until this morning I didn't even know what an alien abductee was. Etiole is not an alien. Etiole is not a demon. He's a local homeless man who has a skin deformity, so he hides in the forest because people are scared of him because of what he looks like, and they beat him up and bully him. The people telling you he's an alien are my uncles, who the ring leaders behind beating him up and bullying him, and I'm quite upset to find out they've been doing it online for quite some time and I'm only just finding out about it now, because earlier this week, I had 30,000 people in my driveway, trying to catch him while screaming that he was an amphibious alien and EBE. You UFO crazies are insane, and I want you people out of my yard. My uncles are lying to you about me and Etiole and you'll idiots for believing them."

I created an EelKat username EVERYWHERE just so I could post that message to every place my uncles had posted that fucking ass alien abduction shit about me and Etiole. THAT, is why you saw me start to use the EelKat username in 2007, when I was always xavychup everywhere before that.

And that is also why I do NOT have an EelKat email.  I've had the xavychup email since 1994, I still have it. And anyone using an eelkat email to contact you isn't me, because I don't have an eelkat email. It always has been and still is xavychup.

Last I knew aunt B and Bruce and aunt L and Bruce's daughters and David's kids and grandchildren were all still continuing to spread demon and alien lies about me and Etiole and were still putting my real name and address on everything. In 2019 they were putting my old Orchard address my high street address and also my water st address even though I was no longer at water street on thousands of forum posts and Facebook posts. In 2019 they were making several hundred posts daily across all there accounts and I found 27 fake EelKat accounts owned just by Bruce himself alone. They were all things like eeelkat, ee1kat, 33lkat, etc. Slightly spell different to look like it was me, yo someone looking quick and not paying attention.  They are likely still doing it and I assume they are doing the same to my mother as well. 

Also I don't even know what mothers address is. How could I put it anywhere? I didn't even know she moved until last summer and apparently she moved a few years ago. No one ever told me she had moved. 

Just like the saying about me saying she got a car. I didn't know about the white car until she came over in it to see Mickey last may and apparently she had a few cars in between. Last car I knew was the black one. I didn't even know she had a new car, let alone more than one.

No one ever told me those things, not her or any one else so it's utterly stupid for her to think I could put her address or cars online. Only people who knew about her address and cars could put them online.

Don't forget she never even told me when Dickie or Bruce died. Both times I found out from the FBI showing up to investigate accusations that I had murdered them

I'm the bed ridden, crippled by multiple attacks. The November 14, 2013 golf club attack, I was almost healed from, but the June 2016 shopping cart attack re opened the 2013 injury and doctors can't operate this time because of the bone shards severing my spinal column. I'm crippled for the rest of my life and no one in this family ever cared. 

Both attacks the FBI wanted to talk to my parents and they refused to talk to him both times. My baby was murdered in the first attack. I was 8 months pregnant and all any of them would do was gibberish about "rosemary baby" and say there was no baby because it was a demon because it was Etiole's. My parents and the Atwaters hate Etiole that much, that they shun the existence of my baby and act like it was never there. That's how much they hate me. That's how cruel and hate filled they are towards me. They spent the last 50 years calling me demon possessed and them saying that is WHY local people attack me and killed my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life. 

I am in bed 15 or more hours a day, I can barely sit up, I can barely stand up long enough to cook, I have to wear adult diapers since 2013 because half my organs don't work any more because the nerves from those organs to my spine are cut off. My hands shake so bad that it takes me hours to eat a single meal. I can't go back to college, I can't go back to work. But do they care? No. Not my mother. Not my father. Neither of them give a shit. They are both too damned selfish thinking about their own greed to ever once lift a finger to help me. Daddy treats me like a fucking slave and my mother is so far out of my life shunning me because bishop kenning in Saco ward told her too that she hasn't got a clue how bad things are.

I'm not doing a damned thing to any of them. I mind my own business. I write my novels. I don't contact them. I don't talk to them. I don't talk about them.  Someone is clearly pretending to be me online and is slandering me and getting sick of it. My mother flips out about everything thing under the sun and I never have a clue what she's talking about, because I never did or said any of the things she accuses me of. And my father and the Atwaters do the same thing. Some one is out there pretending to be me to get them worked into a frenzy just to sit back and laugh while watching my mother, my father, and the Atwaters be too damned stupid to think. My mother and my father and the Atwaters are all filled with so much pure hatred for me that it takes nothing to convince them to attack me. And whoever it is posting online pretending to be me, knows that and is taking advantage of it. 

I'm too damned sick and crippled to even attempt to do half the crazy shit my mother and my father are accusing me of. And what's worse, my father is right here in the same apartment with me. He sees me every day, he knows how bad off my health is. 

Look how much I'm bleeding all over the house every day. Massive nose bleeds that last for hours to a time, not bleeding from my nose. Just coming out of my nose. I'm so dizzy I can't sit up for weeks to a time. I faint and blackout when I try to get up to go to the bathroom. The pain in my hip and pelvis and knee and spine is so bad I can't even move my fingers to type my novels. 

And look at what they do. Do they really think I'm physically capable of doing the things they accuse me of? They are so damned self centred and paranoid. It's all I can do just to sit up and eat something, how the hell do they think I can do the stuff they accuse me of? My day is spent focusing on trying to get my leg to move so I can make a meal, I don't even have time to think about them. 

It looks more and like my mother and my father are doing this stuff on purpose to try to kill me. My father knows how bad off my heart and lungs are and how difficult it is for me to breath after just a couple of steps. His mother left that land to me in her will in 1983. He stole it, had it put into his name illegally. He's been pissed ever since her death, because she gave everything to me not him. That's been a big problem for him for the last 40 years. He raves about it alongside his ravings about going to Utah taking him off the fire department. He hates my mother because of Utah, blames her every day for losing his fire department pension. He raves about it all night long every single night. He blames me for his mother disinheriting him. He raves about that all the time too. I was only grandchild That's why she left everything to me. Including the land that he stole and put in his name. That land is rightfully mine, his mother gave it to me, and he can't stand it. He's needling my mother about the land just to spite his mother.

He's only trying to get the land away from me because he is mad that the town didn't take it. His mother wanted it to stay in the family. It had been in her family since 1530. Her family was the original settlement family of old Orchard and my land is that spot that the first house in Old Orchard was built.  My father stopped paying taxes to spite his mother and lose the land. He said so many times. He was angry when I bought the land back from the town. He still is. He wants it out of the family because his mother wanted it in the family. That's why he's trying to turn my mother against me over the land. Because he gates his own mother that much.

Keep in mind the 4 door white truck showed up at my workplace daily. Even though I never knew ahead of time what store I would be working at. I was a retail merchandiser and stocked shelves at dozens of stores all over the state. Walmart's every where, CVS, khols, sometimes local, sometimes as far as Freeport and once in Vermont and once in Massachusetts.  I got the notice of which store to be at 15 minutes before I left. So the only person who ever knew where I was going was my father. 

And yet the 4 door white truck would also arrive ahead of me and be waiting. They didn't follow me, they got their first.

And the police caught the truck and the driver in 2017. Kathy BR owned the truck. Her son was the driver.

The smith's are my parents friends. My mother's visiting and home teachers for years.

Kathy was the district emergency dispatch for all the towns in the area, not just old Orchard. That's why none of the 911 calls went through during the attacks by the 4 door white truck. He only attacked while she was on duty. She never forwarded any of the calls so officers never were told to come help me.

That includes the November 14, 2013 golf club attack in South Portland. But the college security officer made a report even though the police never arrived. That big black officer who was head of security was on duty and him and 2 student officers from the police academy made the report.

And FBI found the data from the calls, that never got forwarded to police, that's why Kathy BR lost her job. Because she's the one who tampered with the 911 call files.

Tim and Kathy BR both, not together, individually, arriving separately, both arrived at my tent multiple times throughout the entire year of 2013, saying they were coming to speak to me on behalf of someone who wanted to remain anonymous. So I never knew who sent them. Each time they arrived all they would say was that I had to tear down "the little yellow house" as they called the shop. 

August 8, 2013 the backhoe drove over the shop while I was at work on the food truck down by the pier.

I never saw Tim or Kathy again after that. Not once. And these were people who stopped by to visit my parents daily for over 40 years. Since August 8, 2013 and the backhoe attack on my house, Kathy and Tim have gone to alarming extreme levels to avoid running into me. They just down the street, on one of the private drives, so it's difficult to avoid running into me, and we used to see them a few times a week at local grocery stores. They both, if they see me in a store, literally throw whatever they are carrying across the store and run out of the store like they have a pack of rabid wolves on their heels. It's pretty fascinating thing to see.

My cousin and next door neighbour Tim Murphy was murdered that same week, a few days before the backhoe. His body was left at the cascade Ross road crossroad. 14 days later his head was left at the Portland Ave Ross road crossroad road. His mother put up the big white cross a month later. 

The 4 door white truck showed up a few days later. 

Tim Murphy had an identical truck. The police and FBI initially thought it was his, but his truck was later found.

Tim Murphy owned Etiole's swamp and was the one buying most of the food and supplies for Etiole. 

Tim Murphy was with me and Micheal the day we tried to catch Helen pearly white monkey and found Etiole. 

The FBI believes that Tim Murphy was killed by someone trying to frame Etiole and believes the murder was a retaliation over Tim Murphy refusing to sell the swamp land behind me. 

At the time the FBI was looking at DF Feeney as a suspect but DF Feeney's family was killed in a murder suicide and he too is now seen as someone who was being framed.

The swamp, sandpit, and pond behind me, the Murphys own that, and 3 people in their family have now died horrifically violent deaths because they, like me were protecting Etiole from the people who would kill him because they believed Bruce's demon and alien lies about Etiole. 

Look at what is being done to me. They drove a backhoe over my house and they murdered my baby and they crippled me, all days apart.

Look at what is being done to the Murphys. And they're massacring the Murphy family. Tim's death the same time as the attack on me.

And look at who screams the loudest hate for Etiole. Look WHO calls him a demon.

And look at WHO the FBI's number one suspect in all of this is.

My family laughs and jokes about this whole thing like they think it's a fucking game. People are dying and the FBI is not laughing. 

Look at WHO keeps attacking my car. Look at WHO keeps cutting the wires off the apartment. Vandalism. Harassment. Bullying. Threats. Evil people Evil things. By their fruits yea shall no them, for no good thing springs from dead wood. Those are small petty crimes, but they are still crimes. But it's far beyond petty crimes. The list of people who have been murdered is quite long now. 13 died just at the Boston marathon bombing. I'm crippled for the rest of my life, and so far, I'm the only person who was attacked who lived through an attack. Every one else they've attacked is dead. Most of them beheaded or killed in a bomb. 7 different bombs, including one in my classroom at college in 2013, two in my workplace in 2015 and 2016, the house in Old Orchard in 2006, and my doctor on Saco Ave in 2003 where the doctor the nurses and 21 patients were killed. And the FBI was on site for every one of them, and my family thinks it's funny to laugh and make jokes about all of it. Because that's they do since the day me and Micheal and Tim Murphy found Etiole

Do you realize for all the shit my parents have pulled,  they've never once apologized for anything. And you know why? Because they aren't sorry. They feel no guilt. They feel no shame. They feel no remorse. Why? Because they hate me. They always have. From the time I was old enough to walk both of them reminded me daily that I was supposed to be a boy to replace the baby boy that was born before me. That's why Grammy Helen was the one who was always with me until I was 8. And after that it was Grammy Eva. And then BW. 

Do you know how I found out Santa wasn't real? Grammy Helen died when I was 8. That year for Christmas there were no Christmas presents. There was just my parents arguing over which one of them should have lowered themselves to buy a gift for the mistake that committed the sin of not being born a boy. I remember that Christmas better than any other. Because that's when found out exactly how much my parents hated me and thought I was worthless because I was a girl.

Look at my MRI scans at the damage the foundation nail through my hip did. The mutilated bones that were shattered when I was 6 years old and no one took me to the hospital. I've walked on a broken leg for almost 50 years. 

Look at the jaw surgery I had to have when I was 42 to repair an injury done to me with a brick when I was 14. 

Look at the Gremlin, 1974 orange, obliterated by a sledgehammer. 

Look at what happened when I was awarded phi theta kappa. No one went to the award ceremony. My mother said it was stupid. My father spent the day raving calling me an educated damned fool. BW was at the temple with Rick. And people with golf clubs were waiting at my car.

Do you realize if just one single person had cared enough to be at the phi theta kappa awards my baby might not have been murdered and I might not be crippled now. 

Grammy Helen would beat my dad's ass for the shit he does to me. And Grammy Eva would be ashamed of the stuff my mother does. Neither Helen or Eva would have let them get away with the constant abuse and harassment.

As for what happened to my car March 9, 2022 - KRA vandalized my car and tried to make it look like my brother did it. KRA stuffed the tailpipe full of McDonald's ketchup packets, which is what caused the fuel line to blow up. I could have died. He tried to kill me and make it look like my brother who works at McDonald's did it so my brother would be blamed.

KRA did the same thing in November, because of some guy named Todd who I supposedly convinced to kill himself via may painting a "suicide demon" on my car. There is a picture of Etiole on my car, that is what they are calling "a suicide demon"



UPDATE: February 27, 2022:

Do not underestimate either my willingness or how far I will go to protect my murdered son's grave from being destroyed by the bastards who are the @FBI s number one suspects in having killed him. The ONLY reason that bitch is hell bent on digging up my farm is because she wants to destroy the evidence of my baby having been murdered by golf clubs.

I'm sick of my mother and my mothers shit head Atwater relatives. They won't stop focusing on the cats. They are lost in a delusional refusal to face reality and that is impeding the fbi investigation of the murder of my baby and the crippling of my spine, because all either of them will do is say there was no baby and tell everyone lies about me and I don't like it. My baby is dead and that has nothing to do with the cats and I'm sick of my mother and her filthy Atwater thugs both ignoring what happened at the college 2 years before the cat event happened AND daily arriving to bully me and say it was “RoseMary’s Baby” and not a real baby because it was a demon, because Etiole was a from.

 

Etiole is not a demon, my baby with him was not a demon, you murdered my fucking baby because you are retarded religion crazed jackasses. Get the fuck out of my life and go burn were evil people like you belong!

 

I'm tired of every time I mention the baby that was murdered November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College,  they wave their hand in my face and say, "no you're just upset about the cats". The cats happened May 14, 2015 and those cats were not mine, they were my mother's cats, that she hid in my motorhome because her landlord Nick didn’t know she had 13 cats in her Birch St apartment. And he evicted her a year later when he found out the cats were hers.

That's why SHE is the one making a fuss about them, not me. I'm not the one running around yapping about the cats constantly,  she is. I'm talking about my son. 

 

My baby boy that was murdered by 3 attackers wielding golf clubs in the SMCC parking lot. A blond woman whom the redhaired woman called Claire, a redhaired woman who the blond woman called Kendra, both in their 60sish, and a bald man in his 30ish.

 

I'm not talking about my mother's cats, I'm talking about my child. What the fuck is wrong with these people? 

 

As for my car … did you all forget when and why I painted it? May 12, 2014. Mother's day. The first mother day after my baby was murdered. I painted my Volo on mother's day to divert my mind from killing myself. That's why I painted my car 9 years ago and you all know that, I've said as much hundreds of times.

Ty Mother and the Atwaters are refusing to acknowledge the baby because also refuse to acknowledge Etiole, a local homeless Jewish man who is the baby's father. 

My Mother and the Atwaters are so damned bigoted and religion crazed that all they’ve ever done is call Etiole a demon or an alien, since the first day they ever saw him: September 23, 1978.

It’s been almost 50fucking years that they’ve harassed him because of what he looks like and harassed me because I won’t let them beat him to death. 

They fully 100% believe he is not human and they run around slandering him every chance they can get and they’ve been doing it for 50 fucking years now. 

And THAT is the ONLY reason, they are doing what they are doing right now. 

 

They have NO RIGHT to be on my land. They are fucking trespassing.

Because they are so damned brainwashed by their fucking religions, that they can’t stop believing anyone who is physically deformed MUST be a Demon.

 

And they’ve spent the last 9 years daily hounding me and whooping and cheering joyous celebration over “killing the demon” as they refer to my baby.

 

In you hadn’t watched the local news - January 2022 - there was a massive FBI raid on Main Street and Cutts Street Biddeford, Maine. 8 of the men who have been roaming Southern Maine beating up pregnant women with golf clubs, were arrested and are now in jail where they belong, soon to be moved to federal prison.

And THAT is what has got the Atwaters in a frenzy now, digging up my land in Old Orchard Beach. They are desperately trying to find my dead baby’s unmarked grave, because they know his gold club shattered skull is very damning evidence for them, now that the FBI made a move and started arresting a bunch of their thugs.

 

And those arrested that just happened, they happened because the FBI phone number was painted on my car and locals in Biddeford, came forward with witness testimony of the attacks.

 

What my mother and the Atwaters are doing is cruel and evil and hateful, and I’m sick of it.

They don’t care about or my life, and my baby or his life. As can be seen by the fact of how he died.

The FBI is still trying to ID the bond Claire woman and the redhaired Kendra woman. They caught the bald man with the 4 door white pick up truck, we now know who he is - the son of the Old Orchard Beach police dispatch woman, the woman who would never let any 911 calls begging for help while these attacks were happening, go through.

Don't be surprised if you see the signs - all 144 of them - go back up in my driveway. Because I'm fucking sick of being harassed, and the agreement to keep the signs down, specified that EVERYONE in Old Orchard Beach - ALL RESIDENTS would NEVER HARASS ME again. You people have broken your agreement. I'm painting new signs as we speak.

EVERYONE - includes real estate agents, developers, contractors, construction workers, and any Atwater bitch who thinks they have the right to daily show up at my Biddeford apartment to say: "What are we going to do about Wendy, she can't keep that land, I need a downpayment on a house, she is going to sell her land and give me the money or else!"

Burn in hell you fucking bitch, and take all your fucking Atwater shitheads with you.

There are more then 500 graves on my farm - more than half of them Native American, some of them buried as far back as the 1400s. I WILL NOT let you touch those graves. I take my job as the guardian of these graves VERY SERIOUSLY. And you WILL have an all out war on your hands if you dare touch them.

Now she's threatening to dig up the graves on my land.

My dead baby means a hell of a lot more to me, then her fucking house. She never gave a damn when my baby died, but look at what she did when the cats died. Her priorities are fucked up.

My dead baby means a hell of a lot more to me, then her fucking house. She never gave a damn when my baby was murdered. But look at what she did when the murderers returned and killed the cats!

Look at what she is STILL doing about the fucking cats!

That's all she cares about. Those damned dead cats and her glut lust to have a mansion in KennebunkPort.

Her priorities are fucked up.

She doesn't give a damn about Human life.

And you know what's worse, the FBI thinks she, her sister Barbara, her brother Bruce, and their friends Claire and Kendra, where the people wearing the fake KuKluxKlan robes and hoods on November 14, 2013, when they used golf clubs to beat my baby to death and break my spine leaving me crippled for the rest of my life. 

Her, Barbara, Bruce, Claire, and Kendra - those are the FBI’s #1 suspects in the murder of my baby, November 14, 2013.

And what the hell is with people mixing up me and my mother? 

I'm NOT the one hell bent on a house. I have been willfully homeless for decades I have no desire for the confines of a house. The one running around yapping hysterics about a house IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about cats. The one running around yapping hysterics about cats IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about Todd, I don't even know who Todd is! I don't know any one named Todd! The one running around yapping hysterics about Todd IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about Mark and Dan and Watson, I don't even know who Mark and Dan and Watson are! I don't know anyone named Mark or Watson and the only Dan I know is my cousin and it's clearly not him she's talking about. The one running around yapping hysterics about Mark and Dan and Watson IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one putting curses on people. I don't believe in curses. The one running around yapping hysterics about curses and claiming she's casting death spells on people IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about demons. I don't believe in demons. The one running around yapping hysterics about demons and calling Etiole a demon IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one calling Etiole a demons. I don't believe in demons. Etiole is a local homeless man and Etiole isn't even his name, I don't use his real name online to protect his identity. I'm not the one who calls him Etiole either. Etiole is the name the Atwaters call him. The one running around yapping hysterics about demons and calling Etiole a demon IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about aliens or UFOs or alien abduction. I don't believe in aliens or UFOs or alien abduction. The one running around yapping hysterics about aliens or UFOs or alien abduction IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one calling Etiole an alien. I don't believe in aliens and besides that, Etiole is a local homeless man. The one running around yapping hysterics and calling Etiole an alien IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about Voodoo dolls and Voodoo curses. Voodoo has nothing to do with Voodoo dolls and curses. Voodoo dolls and curses are mumbo-jumbo made up by Hollywood movies and have nothing to do with the Voodoo religion at all. Voodoo is a branch of the Catholic Church. Look it up. Voodoo is a Christian religion. A Voodoo Priest is a type of Catholic Monk. A Voodoo Priestess is a type of Catholic Nun. Voodoo does not cast curses or use voodoo dolls. The one running around yapping hysterics about Voodoo dolls and Voodoo curses IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

Open your eyes people. Me and my mother don't look that much alike. You should be able to tell the difference between me and her.

Stop showing up in my yard to to attack me because of some fucking shit you argued with my mother about.

If you've got a problem with my mother, take it up with her not me.

Her, Barbara, Bruce, Claire, and Kendra - those are the FBI’s #1 suspects in the murder of my baby, November 14, 2013.

No, I have no updates on Etiole.

He was shot, by a local lunatic.

No, he's not okay.

And I am getting sick of this fucking ass rumour of Etiole being an alien or a demon.

The fact of Etiole being an alien is a stupid urban myth started by some crazy ass locals.

The fact of Etiole being a demon is a stupid urban legend created by some religion crazed nuts.

Etiole is an old man covered with acid burns. His skin is white and face disfigured from acid burns. He's not an alien and he's not a demon. And you people who call him an alien and call him a demon, you're all fucking crazy. 

Etiole is a homeless Jewish man who has no skin because he was tortured in a Nazi concentration camp in France during WW2. He came to Maine in 1953 with a bunch of other refugees, He has post traumatic stress disorder really bad and he's terrified of people. He can't function in normal society, so hides in the forests. He's not an alien, he's not a demon, he's not a cryptid. He's a disfigured old man, now in late 90s. He barely get around. He doesn't you people harassing him like this. Why can't you people leave him alone? Why are you all so damned desperate to believe in aliens or demons that you have to harass a helpless old man? Leave him alone. Why can't you leave him alone? What is wrong with you people?

Read The Amphibious Aliens article, https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html where way back in 2007, I DEBUNKED every one of you stupid ass alien, cryptic, demon, and haunted car rumours. Amphibious Aliens The Story of Etiole and The World's Most Haunted Car, goes over every event from the 1970s, that started the fucking rumour, and lists off how every alien, demon, and haunted car rumour was proven to be nothing but a hoax started by my mother's brother  Mervin Bruce Atwater. Every single one of those rumours was started by that one man, and were proven to ALL be hoaxes he perpetrated to try to get money out of Dr Larochelle, the man who hit Mervin's younger sister with a car. They tried to convince the old doctor his car had a demon living in it and they scammed the doctor out of $20,000 back in the 1970s. THAT is how and why the demon car rumour got started. I bought the car in 1975. Etiole started living in it in 1978. And that is how me and Etiole got dragged into the fucking ass rumours about a demon car.

The article Amphibious Aliens The Story of Etiole and The World's Most Haunted Car DEBUNKS ALL of the alien, cryptid, demon, and haunted car rumours. Every last one of them.

The car is not haunted and Etiole is not a demon.

You people who believe my car is haunted or think that Etiole is a demon, you are all fucking retarded.

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I'm sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

I'm sick of you people harassing me and Etiole over stupid shit started by brain dead idiots.

If you are having problems with my mother, tell FBI agent Andy Drewer about it not me. Have information, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Have information about the murder of my baby, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Have information about any of the attacks on my family, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Have information about the people who shot Etiole, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

If you have information about anything, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 and give it to him, not me.

https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html





UPDATE March 8, 2022

One sign is back up. 

How many more go up, is dependent upon YOU.

From now on, every time one of you Old Orchard Beach, Pine Point, or Biddeford shitheads decides to harass me, I'm going to put up another sign.

If you want no more, then you better make dammed sure you keep your friends and family and neighbors out of my yard and out of my life. I'm not selling my land, and I'll not let you dig up those graves.

Burn in hell.

No means no.

And I'm tired of saying no.

Just like rapist, you refuse to take no for an answer.

No. I'm not selling my land and giving you the money so you can buy a house in Kennebunk.

I've said no to you every single week since August 2021. And your current threats to dig up the graves on my land and move them to your land, is why the signs are going back up.

I'm tired of you bullying me.

I'm tired of your threats.

I'm tired of your gaslighting.

I'm tired of your lies.

You keep saying "After all I've done for you!" What have you done for me? When I was 8 years old you locked me in a racoon trap and left me there for 27 years, only letting me out on Sundays so you could parade me around in the Cape Elizabeth and Saco Ward Mormon churches to pedophile priests who paid you so they could rape me. That's why you never had a job until 5 years ago, because you made plenty selling your pre-teen daughter for sex to dirty old men.

You drove a foundation nail through my hip when I was 6 years old.

From the tie I was 14 until I was 42 years old I was near mute, because you broke my jaw with a brick. I was 42 when I had surgery to rebuild my jaw, that's why I can talk today.

You never allowed me or my bothers to go to school or doctors.

YOU took a sledge hammer to my 1974 AMC Gremlin, my 1976 AMC Gremlin, my 1976 AMC Hornet, my Olds station wagon, and you took a chain saw to my 1964 Dodge 330 the worlds most haunted car, the real Christine. YOU did that.

Since 1978 you have harassed me and me boyfriend, the one you call Etiole, because YOU believe he's a demon because of his skin deformities. You and your sister and your brothers contacted MUFON and told them lies about me and Etiole both. You called him the amphibious alien and claimed he had abducted me. Your alien abduction hoax, almost got him killed in 1997 and again in 2007 when ufo crazies arrived in my yard calling him an EBE and trying to shoot him "for science". An elderly man, a French, Jewish Nazis concentration camp survivor who lives in the forest because his PTSD and fear of people is so bad. A man who is scarred with acid burns from being tortured in WW2 and is neither a demon nor an alien and who deeply traumatized by YOUR endless harassment.

It was YOUR friends who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013 because YOU paid them $600 to do so. Because you thought without a house I would sell my land. But I wasn't the one living in that house. My dad lived there. All you did was put him in a Biddeford apartment. I was already living in the tent since May 9, 2006, and I had the Biddeford apartment since February 13, 2007. 

It was YOUR friends who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College, November 14, 2013, while I was 8 months pregnant with Etiole's baby. That they murdered, on YOUR orders, because as YOU put it "It's RoseMary's Baby" while you gibbered about some horror movie about demon babies.

That was YOUR own grandchild that YOU hired those people to kill.

April 10, 2015, YOU broke into my motorhome, put YOUR 13 cats in it, them then brought YOUR friends to attack my family.

We now know the owner of the 4-door white truck, was YOUR visiting teach, Kathy, the driver who tried to kill me, was her son, and the reason the 911 calls didn't go through during each attack, was because she was the 911 dispatcher and her son, driving her 4door white pick up truck, only attacked me she was on duty. They were YOUR friends from the Saco Ward church, YOUR church, attacking YOUR daughter on YOUR orders.

Since August 2021, you arrive at my apartment 3 times a week, to tell me I need to put curses on people at your workplace, citing that I have to, because you're my mother and I'm demon possessed and I should be putting my demons to good use by helping you kill three people you don't like at work.

I'm sick of you calling me demon possessed.

I'm sick of you demanding curses.

You have a severe mental problem and you need psychiatric help.

I'm sick of you spreading slanderous lies about me telling every one around town I cast curses and death spells, when I've never done either.

November 19, 2021, YOU friend Todd commit suicide and YOU told YOUR friends, that me and Etiole used suicide demons to drive him in front of a train.

YOUR friend Todd, who I did NOT know and had never heard of until 6 of YOUR friends showed up at Rotary Park November 21, 2021 to gun down Etiole while screaming that they were "killing the suicide demon", while we were walking my dog.

Something YOU now brag that YOU tricked YOUR friends into do, because you needed to get Etiole off my land in order to convince me to sell it and give YOU the money for a down payment on a house in Kennebunk.

Christmas Eve 2021, you arrived at MY apartment in Biddeford, STOLE my father's psychiatric medicine, medicine he needs to keep him NOT violent, because he has extremely violent schizophrenia and one hell of a criminal record that requires him to never be in the same room with a gun, let alone never have one. He was committed to a mental ward in 2007, and they ONLY let him out because he came to Biddeford to live with ME in MY apartment, and I was monitoring his meds.

After YOU stole his medicine, you took him with you daily to Kennebunk, to a mansion by Bush's house, to daily tell him, you would give him that house if he forced me to sell my land and give you the money from my land to buy that Kennebunk house.

Tell, me, what of THOSE things, is YOU doing anything FOR me?

No, means, no.

I'm done saying NO to you.

You are nothing but a land rapist.

Just like a rapist you refuse to accept No for an answer.

Every week since August 2021, I've said no to you.

No, I will not sell my land and hand you the money so you can buy a house in Kennebunk.

No, means no.

And no, I'm not happy with the fact that because I won't sell my land and give you the money, you are now threatening to dig up the graves on my land and move them to your land.

No, I'm not happy with you saying "You don't need the land, you don't use it, I need a house in Kennebunk, you ought to want to sell your land and give me the money!"

Yes, I do use my land.

Yes, I did see the car YOU dumped behind my motorhome. You have till the end of summer to get it off my land or the police are taking it.

What I do with my land is none of your damned business.

And for your information, my land is where I write my novels. I sit on the hill, and I write every day, all summer long. The only reason I didn't in 2021 is because I had Covid for 3 months.

No, telling me that my grandmother's evil spirit is haunting my land. also does not inspire me to want to sell it.

YOU are an evil, hate fill, mean, cruel, sadistic, child abusing, vindictive sociopath.

Get psychiatric help.

You need it.

What you are doing is wrong and you know it. You won't be so upset about what is painted on my car, if you didn't know it.

You can't hide from the truth forever. 

You can't hide your sins, your crimes, your cruelties forever.

Good things will never come to you, until you stop doing evil things to those around you.


Don't forget, my camera runs 24/7 and it's a simple matter of my uploading the video footage of you doing and saying things thing. Plus a lot of it, you said and did while I was livestreaming so people online have already seen and heard you say and do these things.

Yes, I even have video footage of the 4 bicycle brats who chased the homeless man into the train November 2021.

EVERYTHING, I have said here I have video footage of. That is WHY the FBI have been able to arrest so many people these past few months, in Biddeford.

Cutting the wires off our house November 2021 - you did on a livestream. People saw you do it WHILE you were doing it. 

All 2 of the FedEx workers you demanded death curses for - you did on a livestream.

Stealing my dad's meds - you did on a livestream.

Saying "What are we going to do about Wendy, she can't keep that land, I need a house" - you did on a livestream.

Threatening to dig up the graves on my land - you did on a livestream.

All that n-word stuff you said about the black men at your workplace - you did on a livestream.

People been seeing and hearing you live. They've already seen and heard a lot.

How do you plan to explain away all the hundreds of hours of video footage I have of you breaking into my bedroom during a live stream to threaten me, my family, my land?












To the people who asked about weird emails that you claim you got from someone claiming to be me, here are a few things to consider:

#1: I DO NOT use email and I NEVER have. if you get a letter from me it is going to be written in ink on paper, and in a stamped envelope the mail truck delivered to your mailbox at the end of your driveway. Since 1997 my aunt Barbara has been sending emails out to people CLAIMING they were from me, so in all likelihood whatever you got was actually from her. Her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater did the same thing throughout the early 2000s. And 57 of their children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren have done it at well. No, I’m not special. They do this to THOUSANDS of people. They run a medical scam and pretend to be LOTS of big name famous authors, hoping you’ll click whatever link they put in the email, because the link is going to open a .exe phishing program to steal your credit card data and medical records. The FBI is currently investigating their medical fraud, email fraud, scam operation, so if you ARE getting emails claiming to be from me, PLEASE print up the email ad take it to the FBI office on Middle Street in Portland, Maine. FBI Agent Andy Drewer is in charge of not only the investigation of the 2015 murder of my family, but he is also in charge of the email impersonation fraud, and the stalker doing the email fraud.

#2: As you have stated, the topic of the emails is Etiole... do know that I have NEVER talked about Etiole, with ANYONE, online or offline. Unlike my mother, and her sister, my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, I happen to respect people’s privacy. As I have said before: Etiole is a Jewish, French, Nazi concentration camp refugee who came to Maine in 1953 with a boatload of about 300 other concentration camp survivors. He is covered with acid burns, so his skin looks ghastly white and horrifically disfigured, which is why he lives in the swamps around the Saco River. he is now in his 90s and is still as homeless as he was in the 1950s. He has severe posttraumatic stress disorder, can not speak/is mute, does not have the mental capacity to function in normal society on any level what so ever, and me and a few others have been taking care of him, giving him food and clothing and supplies and medical attention since 1978. There is nothing else you need to know. You do not need to know where he is or how to find him. If you want to see him, go to y livestream/video archive and watch the VOD where I visited him on livestream so you could see what he looked liked and how crippling his metal condition really is.

#3: I feel I shouldn’t have to say this, but apparently I do NEED to say this: Etiole is NOT an alien, nor is he a demon. The article Amphibious Aliens is free to read online. It goes over all the details of both the alien rumours and the demon rumours and debunks them all, while proving all the proof, including medical records and documentation of the people behind the rumour.

#4: The ONLY person who ever claimed I was abducted by aliens was my uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater, who was the leader of the Mane division of Heaven’s Gate for over 40 years. Heaven’s Gate if you do not know, was the UFO suicide cult who murdered 39 people with poisoned Kool-Aid in California in 1997, because Comet HaleBop flew over that night.

#5: I found out about my so-called alien abduction in 2007, when a MUFON tour group showed up in my yard asking to interview me. They carried with them more than a dozen books by various UFO/alien experts and over 100 newspaper articles, all featuring interviews with my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, interviews all from the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s, all of them telling of how I was supposedly a demon possessed child, whose best friend was an alien named Etiole. It was 2007, and it was the first time I had ever heard the term “alien abduction” I didn’t even know what it was. The MUFON group - a group of 30,000 people - standing in my driveway 2007 all wanted to interview me as they pointed out NONE of the 30+ years of several hundred interviews with my aunts and uncles, not ONE of the interviews was WITH ME. This was the source of the April 2007 article titled Amphibious Aliens, where I shocked the MUFON world with the revelation that I was NOT an alien abductee, nor had I ever claimed to be one. It also infuriated me to find out that my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater had been running around telling people about Etiole, as I had never told ANYONE - NOT EVEN THEM - about Etiole. It turns out my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater go their alien and demon stories about Etiole from my mother and THIS is WHY I disowned my mother, shun her, and have had nothing to do with her, or her sister my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, since 2007. The slanderous alien and demon, gossip, rumours, and lies my mother and her sister my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater spread about me and Etiole are deplorable and I HATE my mother and her sister my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, and I hope they burn in hell for the alien and demon shit they pulled on me and my homeless boyfriend.

#6: That same Amphibious Aliens article ALSO debunks the stupid ass haunted car rumours. My 1964 Dodge 330 is NOT haunted and we fucking proved that. And AGAIN, the haunted car rumour, is sourced to my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater. That car ran over my aunt Barbara when she was 2 years old. At the time, the car belonged to Dr. Larochelle of Ocean Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine. My than 2-year-old aunt Barbara almost died and her older brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, came up with a haunted car/demon possession hoax to scam that elderly doctor out of $20,000, which my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater spent on a 3 year trip to Hawaii in 1973. The Atwaters scammed and terrorized the doctor so badly, that he sold the car to me in 1975 for $5 because he was convinced it was attacking people. The car became famous in 1983 when my then neighbour Stephen King used the demon possession story of my car as the basis for his book Christine. He named the car Christine because Christine is my real name and I owned the actual car. Stephen King returned 10 years later in 1994 to film the Thinner movie in my yard, because I’m the real world “Gypsy Witch” (priestess) that he based his fictional Gypsy Witch in Thinner off of. The movies Christine and Thinner are what in turn made ME famous, and started locals accusing me of being a witch with a demon car.

And as for the fucking Thinner movie - those bastards were trespassers. They just showed up unannounced, barged in, set up filming, without permits or licenses or contracts or permission or even telling us ahead of time that they were coming. No one in Stephen King’s crew acted legally, we are not in that movie willingly, they were not on our farm legally, no one ever received a penny for any of it, and to make things worse, Steven King had no right or permission to go o late night television and tell people my home address and tel his fucking fans to “go visit the Thinner Gypsies of Saco Maine”. They had no right to be on my farm, they had no right to be filming my family. They just dropped in one day. We had no clue who they were or why they were there and it took us fucking 5 hours to chase those trespassing bastards and their film crew off our farm.

In short: I don’t use email, so you NEVER got an email from me. I’m not a witch. My car isn’t haunted. Etiole is not a demon. Etiole is also not an alien. And I was never abducted by aliens.

Also, I don’t know what you are talking about with the house stuff. I’m NOT trying to build a house, I’ve NEVER tried to build a house, I have never applied for a house permit, I’ve never been denied for a house permit because I’ve never even tried to get one. You clearly have me mixed up with someone else.

I’m at 146 Portland Ave. I have 2 neighbours who are building a house: 144 Portland Ave next door to me and 139 Portland Ave across the street from me. I think you mean one of them. My neighbour at 144, has been trying to build a house for 17 years and the town hall has been giving them the runaround. I think SHE at 144 Portland Ave is the one you mean, not me at 146. You seem to have us mixed up somehow.

SHE at 144 is the one putting in a septic system, not me at 146. I’m the one with the pink motorhome and the 35-year-old black Volvo. she’s the one with the brand new big black car and the log cabin house.

You have seriously mixed the two of us up big time.

Understandable considering it was HER family at 144 fighting with the Cyr Clan over a septic tank in 2014, and the Cyr Clan hired a hitman who accidentally murdered MY children, ten of them and nailed their heads to my motorhome door, at 146 than the white-haired man with the green pick-up truck has spent the last 7 years TELLING YOU via running up the street knocking on doors, tell you that it was EelKat trying to build a house, ONLY telling you that to try to cover his ass for mixing up my children at 146 when it was my neighbours children at 144 that was the ACTUAL target.

This is not speculation, the FBI have 100% positive proof that she and her children, not me and my children were the intended target because her family was having a fight with some Connecticut based heroin drug gang that calls itself the Cyr Clan over the septic tank. The hit men the Cyr Clan hire got the wrong house when they murdered my family. And now the Cyr Clan’s trying to convince you that I was the one building a house. I have no interest in a house. Why would I? I’m a Gypsy, I’ve never lived in a house. I’ve always lived in cars and tents my whole life. I have no interest in a house on any level whatsoever. I don’t NEED one, I never have. And you local people should know that. When my health is bad, I rent apartments in Biddeford. I’ve done this for 50 years now. You know that. You ALL know that. I’ve owned 146 Portland Ave since 1975. You people know me. Why are you pretending you don’t?

I’m the feral child who lived in a cage in a woodshed from the time I was 8 until I was 31. Did you all forget that? Etiole was the local homeless man who used to break into the woodshed and break the lock off the cage and take me out into the swamp to hide me from my bastard uncles. Did you forget that too? The ONLY reason any of you spread your fucking rumours and lies about me and Etiole, calling me a witch and Etiole a demon or alien, and spreading lies about me building houses, is because my Uncle Bruce and his Heaven’s Gate friends, told you those lies.

Did you forget what Heaven’s Gate is, what they fucking did? They are an UFO Alien Cult, who murdered 39 people with poisoned koolaid, because they comet Hale Bop was God’s fucking mother ship. They see fucking aliens EVERYWHERE. In everything. And THEY are the ones who started the stupid ass rumour of Etiole being an alien.

Look at the SOURCE of the alien abduction rumour. My Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater. One of George Applewhite’s thugs. George Applewhite, a follower of Jim Jones, that’s WHY they killed everyone with kool-aid, because they were fans of Jim Jones, and they wanted to jump onboard God’s mothership like Jonestown did! Did you forget that? THAT fucking lunatic, a fan of Jim Jones, who worked for George Applewhite, called Etiole an alien, because Bruce CALLED EVERYONE aliens.

Bruce locked me in a cage, and Etiole broke me out of it and hide me in the swamps, and THAT is what Bruce called an alien abduction. But Etiole is no alien. He’s just a local homeless man. Etiole’s not even his name. I don’t tell anyone his name to protect him from you fucking jackasses who are too stupid to believe he’s just a normal man. My uncle Buce is a fucking lunatic who spends 24 hours a day gibbering madness and nonsense about aliens and demons.

As for the garbage that keeps being dumped on my land… you have all SEEN the big green dump truck with the black and silver striped nose, that illegally trespasses on my land and dumps that fucking garbage.

Open your eyes and look around. You can SEE the truth. The house being built is at 144 Portland Ave NOT 146. You can SEE that, now that the house is up.

Like I’ve been saying right along, it is NOT me building a house. It NEVER has been. I don’t know why you let that idiot try to gaslight you with lies about me building a house, when you can SEE the house is NOT going up on MY land. It’s going up on my NEIGHBOUR’S land.

I know you people are NOT THAT stupid. The white-haired man with the green pickup truck is LYING to you, and you can SEE that for yourselves, just by looking at WHICH property the house is being built on.

Look around... does it LOOK like there is a house being built at 146 Portland Ave where the pink motorhome is? Use your brain and open your eyes. See the truth. The truth will set you free.

Now look next door to 144, you CAN SEE that THEY NOT ME are the one building a house, now that it’s almost finished.

I’d say the white-haired man in the green pickup truck has a lot of explaining to do, like explaining WHY h’s hell bent on trying to convince the town I’m the one putting up a house, when I’ve never even applied for a building permit. Building permits are public record. Go look at the town hall for yourself.

Also, please explain to me HOW the white-haired man with the green pick truck has such very detailed info about the murder of my family, when the records are sealed, not public access, and about 90% of the details were withheld from the public and are know ONLY to myself, the murderer, the police, and FBI? There is ZERO public access to the stuff h is saying happened on April 10, 2015... you know that, right? So HOW did he get the info he has? Explain THAT.

please report any future such emails you receive to FBI agent Andy Drewer 207-774-9322

>>>I’m just more cowardly than they are and I’m afraid of the truth and criticism. In your opinion, what makes someone mean?

When I think of mean, I think of my uncles. 3 in particular. My mother had 12 older brothers and 3 of them all claimed to be “king” (we are Gypsies, Gypsy Kings are a thing). And they fought over it badly. They ended up jointly ruling over the clan, each competing with each other to out-king the other, each doing progressively meaner things to the clan members, especially the female children.

Things they did, just to me, included:

When I was 4 Uncle Bruce stabbed me with a foundation nail - an iron rod over 2 feet long - he drove into my hip, through my pelvis and out my other thigh. I have been crippled and walked with a cane since I was a toddler, because of it. His reason? I was unable to memorize the entirety of chapter 1 of the book of Genesis.

When I was 8 years old, same uncle locked me in a cage that was made for trapping raccoons. He gave me 1 salted herring fish to eat once every 12 days. He let me out only on Sundays to go to church. I lived in that cage for 27 years, until the Heaven’s Gate FBI raid shut down Heaven’s Gate in 1997, after they killed 39 people with Kool-aid. Yes, I am THAT EelKat, the child who lived in a cage, the feral child you see pictures of in almost every college Psychology book. I am the child who survived Heaven’s Gate because I was locked in a cage in a woodshed when they drank their kool aid under the shadow of comet HaleBop. I was 31 years old when the FBI raid rescued me from that cage.

When I was 14 years old, because I was unable to recite from memory the entire book, all chapters of Ecclesiastes, that same uncle beat me in the face with a cinder block brick, breaking my jaw, and cause me to be “mute” until had surgery to fix my jaw when I was 42 years old. From the time I was 14 until 42, I was unable to speak due to the damage of my jaw.

In those 27 years from age 8 to age 31, I was let out of the cage every Sunday to be taken to church and sold or $12k to the priests, who raped me repeatedly, weekly, for 27 years.

While my uncle helped Applewhite to run Heaven’s Gate, he fled the night of Hale Bop. He did not kill himself with everyone else.

Social workers took me after the FBI raid. It took them years to teach me how to not be terrified by the sight of Humans. They say I suffer from having no outward sign of emotions, and that it was caused by my never having experienced a single good event in my early life.

At the time of the FBI raid at 144, 146, and 148 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, I was one of more than 120 girls the FBI rescued out of cages. All of whom had been raped hundreds of times by priests from Cape Elizabeth, Saco, and Sanford wards of the LDS/Mormon church. Including 16 bishops, an OOB town manager, and several OOB motel owners, all of whom were in the habit of paying $12k to rape girls under the age of 10 years old.

The man with the green truck, who likes to spread rumours about me and Etiole and my house, was one of Bruce’s top customers. He had a thing for numbers and raped 7-year-olds, 14-year-olds, and 21-year-olds because he was obsessed with doing everything in 7s.

After years of social workers teaching me how to live with normal, not abusive Humans. I was 37 when I got my GED and while I was at the high school doing that, those uncles built a grease fryer bomb burned my house down to punish me for getting a GED.

2 years later, while I was in college taking classes to learn grammar and writing, three of them, that same uncle and 2 women I had never seen before, arrived at the college armed with golf clubs and attacked me when I was coming out of the college. I was 8 months pregnant at the time. They killed my baby, broke my spine, broke my hip, broke my pelvis, broke my knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months. It took me 18 months to get out of the wheelchair and relearn to walk, and to this day I am still crippled.

That’s the price I paid to learn how to read and write, in a culture that believes it is okay to execute women who commit the sin of learning how to write.

August 8, 2013, that same uncle paid a local construction worker $600 to drive a backhoe over my house.

April 10, 2015, that same uncle and a group of 74 members of the new reorganized Heaven’s Gate, attacked my farm. 14 men held me down with guns to my head, while the others used hand band saws to kill and behead 10 of my 12 children and then nailed their heads to my door.

And it’s very easy to Google the news reports and photos of all of it.

That is what I think of when I hear the word “mean”. My uncle Bruce was a very mean person.

My uncle Bruce Mervin Atwater is a monster. And he calls EVERYONE an alien abductee or a demon. Did you fucking forget that?

No, I have no updates on Etiole.

He was shot by a local lunatic.

No, he’s not okay.

And I am getting sick of this fucking ass rumour of Etiole being an alien or a demon.

The fact of Etiole being an alien is a stupid urban myth started by some crazy ass locals.

The fact of Etiole being a demon is a stupid urban legend created by some religion crazed nuts.

Etiole is an old man covered with acid burns. His skin is white and face disfigured from acid burns. He’s not an alien, and he’s not a demon. And you people who call him an alien and call him a demon, you’re all fucking crazy.

Etiole is a homeless Jewish man who has no skin because they tortured him in a Nazi concentration camp in France during WW2. He came to Maine in 1953 with a bunch of other refugees. He has posttraumatic stress disorder really bad and he’s terrified of people. He can’t function in normal society, so hides in the forests. He’s not an alien, he’s not a demon, he’s not a cryptid. He’s a disfigured old man, now in late 90s. He barely get around. He doesn’t you people harassing him like this. Why can’t you people leave him alone? Why are you all so damned desperate to believe in aliens or demons that you have to harass a helpless old man? Leave him alone. Why can’t you leave him alone? What is wrong with you people?

Read The Amphibious Aliens article, where back in 2007, I DEBUNKED every one of you stupid ass alien, cryptic, demon, and haunted car rumours. Amphibious Aliens The Story of Etiole and The World’s Most Haunted Car, goes over every even from the 1970s, that started the fucking rumour, and lists off how every alien, demon, and haunted car rumour was proven to be nothing but a hoax started by Mervin Bruce Atwater. Every single one of those rumours was started by that one man, and were proven to ALL be hoaxes he perpetrated to try to get money out of Dr Larochelle, the man who hit Mervin’s younger sister with a car. They tried to convince the old doctor his car had a demon living in it and they scammed the doctor out of $20,000 back in the 1970s. THAT is how and why the demon car rumour got started. I bought the car in 1975. Etiole started living in it in 1978. And that is how me and Etiole got dragged into the fucking ass rumours about a demon car.

The article Amphibious Aliens The Story of Etiole and The World’s Most Haunted Car DEBUNKS ALL of the alien, cryptid, demon, and haunted car rumours. Every last one of them.

The car is not haunted and Etiole is not a demon.

You people who believe my car is haunted or think that Etiole is a demon, you are all fucking retarded.

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I’m sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

I’m sick of you people harassing me and Etiole over stupid shit started by brain dead idiots.

And the same goes for the so-called World’s Most Haunted Car. That rumour was started by the same person. That car was proved years ago, to have a mechanical issue that caused it to start and drive ahead until it hit something. No one ever thought to look at the starter. I’m the 3rd owner of the car. I changed the malfunctioning starter and a so called ‘haunted” stuff the car did, went away. It was a problem with the starter, only that and nothing more.

And these people in Biddeford right now, getting you all worked up - if you hadn’t noticed they ARE Mervin Bruce Atwater’s family.

So it’s STILL the same one fucking person running around getting things stirred up. The Atwaters. My fucking uncles. Like usual.

Yesterday at Rotary Park, Biddeford, Maine, a group of people armed with rifles, went down the track team trail behind the soccer field and started shooting... scared the crap out of the 50 or so children and their 100+ parents, got the 30+ dogs in the dog park howling... the sky filled with thousands of Canadian geese, and the park goers assumed the group was hunting geese and started commenting on the fact that hunting was not allowed in Rotary Park.

A few minutes later, a grey/white haired, bearded man, who looks a lot like Kenny Rogers, but not as fat, with a black dog of a German Shepard-Lab mix look, and a woman with pageboy greyish-blond hair, both about late 60s, marched up to me in the park, bragged they had killed Etiole, stating that he has caused their son whom they called “Todd” to jump in front of a train 3 days earlier.

You know what, I knew that homeless man and HE never mentioned it.

You people are just looking for someone to blame, and think because I’m not white, I wear a hijab, and I have a mural painting on my car, you think you are justified on pointing blame at me for something I had no part in.

That homeless man was obsessed with the fact that his dog and son had been taken away from him.

It’s NOT the evil eye as they called it. It’s The eye of The Grigori Archangels aka The Watchers, from the Apocrypha in the Bible. It’s the blue wings of the Seraphim Archangels aka The Watchers. The Watchers are my Guardian angels. I paint them on everything, I sew it on tapestries, it’s on my car, my motorhome, I embroider it on pillows and clothes, paint it on mirrors, paint canvases art for art galleries with it. It’s the blue eyes wings of the archangels as described in the Bible. I’m not sure why they were calling it the Evil Eye.

It’s the Eye of God, the hamsa. A Jewish protection symbol. Etiole’s Jewish, he draws it on everything, so that’s why I do as well.

I’m sick of you jackasses spreading you wild ass rumours about me.

You’re nothing but a bunch of trouble making busy bodies who can’t mind your own fucking business.

I’m not bothering a single damned one of you, so why the fuck are you bothering me?

Why can’t you stupid ass people leave me alone?

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be in my yard.

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be chasing down Etiole.

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be having psychotic meltdowns over my car!

What is wrong with you people?

Fucking brain dead herd mentality that’s all this is.

One of you ran around screaming like a lunatic and rest of you all decided to join in.

But I also ask... WHY would you be scared of me or Etiole? It makes me ask who has been feeding you lies about me? Who has been feeding you lies about Etiole?

I am a crippled elderly woman. I can barely stand up. I’ve been paralyzed and bedridden since the golf club attack November 14, 2013. I’m only just now in 2021 just starting to walk again, and I can barely do that. I have no grip strength so I struggle to even hold me cane. The golf clubs damaged my spine, my nerves, most of my organs don’t function because of the nerve damage to my spine. I struggle to even breath, just sitting up in bed is enough to collapse my lungs. I have no bladder or bowel movement control, I have to wear diapers. What exactly is it you think I can even do?

And Etiole? The old hermit Nazi concentration camp survivor? He’s over 100 years old now, he hasn’t been able to walk, or sit up, or eat on his own, in almost 20 years. He’s dying. What exactly are you expecting him to do?

Etiole is NOT an alien.

Etiole is not a demon.

I am not a witch.

None of my cars are haunted.

I’ve been saying it for years. Why won’t you listen to me?

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I’m sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

I’m sick of you calling Etiole a demon.

I’m sick of you calling Etiole an alien.

I’m sick of you calling me a witch.

I’m sick of you saying one car after another is haunted.

This whole thing boils down to your fucking white privilege. You know that right?

Your white ass can’t stand the fact that we non-white Gypsies live here, so you have to make up stupid ass supernatural spooky shit about us.

You don’t like that I wear the traditional dress of my people instead of dressing like an American, so you feel justified in calling me a witch and making up spook occult lies about me.

I wear hijab and veils and caftan and silk and it bother’s you that I’m not scum diving in trashy t shirts and jeans like the rest of you.

I paint my cars, same as we painted our wagons and vardos for centuries, and it bothers you because it looks different.

Etiole is a Jew, and your anti-Semite white privilege kicks in to hate him for being born Jewish.

Etiole has scars, so you’re scared of him

I’m different.

Etiole’s different.

My cars are different.

And when you get right down to it, that’s ALL any of this is about.

Me, Etiole, and my cars don’t fit in with your fucking ass white privileged ideas of “normal” and that makes you uncomfortable and you try to make the uncomfortable go away by dehumanizing us with your stupid ass rumours.

There are no witches.

There are no aliens.

There are no demons.

There are just a bunch of whinny ass white privileged brats running around making trouble for anyone who’s not white enough for them.

Grow the fuck up!

Creating Character Profiles
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Who Is Quaraun?

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EelKat's character creating/world building Squidoo lens series returns...

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.



Who Is Quaraun?

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.

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.

What is his full name?

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.

When was he born?
How old is he?

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

How did his parents decide on his name?

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.

How tall are he?

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

What color is his hair?

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.

What color are his eyes?

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.

What does his voice sound like?

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".

Does he have any tattoos or piercings? A few or heavily? Does he wear jewelry?

A list of his piercings/etc are as follows:

  • 24 gold rings in each ear (his ears are 12" long and described as "rabbit-like")
  • 3 gold nose rings, 1 in the center, and 1 on each side
  • 48 tiny gold chains, each chain going from one of the rings in his ears to 1 of the rings in his nose (this acts as a veil covering most of his face, leaving only his eyes and lips in view)
  • both nipples are pierced, gold rings, with decorative pink tormulian butterflies
  • multiple tiny gold chains connect between his nipple rings
  • a Prince Albert piercing (an L-shaped hollow rod that inserted into the penis -hollow so you can pee through it - and comes out a piercing at the top)
  • A Prince Edward peircing (same as an Albert, but pierce through the bottom instead)
  • (Yes, Albert & Edward are real piercings - Google them if you never heard of them before)
  • multiple scrotum piercing, tiny gold rings, lining down each side of each testicle creating a patterned design
  • multiple (dozens) tiny gold chains connecting the scrotum rings to each other, hanging over and in front of his penis, creating and sort of "apron" or "loin cloth" that hides his genitals from view
  • all the chains (face, chest, and groin) have tiny pink tourmaline crystal points hanging from them
  • his finger are completely hidden from view, covered by gold armor "dragon claws"
  • he also wears gold chain necklaces, bracelets, waist/belly chains, and anklets.

Full details on his jewelry, the religious symbolism behind why he wears it can be found here.

Where did he come from?
Where was he born?
Where did he grow up?
How did it shape him?

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.

What mood is he usually in?

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.

How would someone go about gaining his trust?

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.

What does he hate to see in others?

Quaraun hates racism.

He grew up with insanely radical white power fanatics. He saw them kill in the name of purifying their race.

How is his sense of humor? Cheerful, dry, nonexistent?

Around strangers: very dry.

Alone with his family: very cheerful.

What are the limits of his comfort zone?

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.

Is he comfortable discussing his history? With strangers?

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.

What does he dream about at night? Does he ever have nightmares?

Quaraun suffers from horrific night terrors.

Does he exhibit pride for his country? Culture? Religion?

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.

In what environment is he most at ease?

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.

Where or what makes him most uncomfortable?

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.

Does he have a soft spot for anything or any one? Is it obvious?

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.

What would most embarrass him?

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.

Does he usually see the brighter side of things, or are he jaded?

Not either, really.

Quaraun tends to be too scared of everything to see either bright or dark sides. 

Which vices is he most prone to?

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.

What does he value most in life?

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.

Do he have any medical problems, diseases, injuries?

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:

  • Have little or no immune system.
  • Can not have contact with the general public, because of their lack of an immune system.
  • Can not go outside during midday or any time the sun is high on a cloudless day.
  • Can and often do, die from a sunburn.
  • Are often born blind.
  • Most will go blind before their teen years, if they go outside in the sunlight too often.
  • Are often born deaf.
  • Die from illnesses like chicken pox, shingles, and the common cold.
  • Usually have bone, joint, or muscle disorders.
  • Usually lack bone, joint, or muscle strength.
  • Are prone to break bones easily, and from things that would not normally break bones.
  • Often develop arthritis at a young age.
  • Because they lack an immune system, they suffer from many of the same symptoms as AIDS patients and are in fact MORE sickly than someone with AIDS or HIV.
  • Most die before reaching the age of 30, as their immune systems simply can not handle the basic germs found in the air.

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.

What is his career?
What does he do for an income?

Quaraun has 2 jobs:

  1. He is a wizard for hire.
  2. He is also a tailor.

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.

If You Want The Player Stats On It For Your Game,
The Coat of All Seeing Eyes Came From This Book:

(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.

Want to give characters in your own stories, novels, and games, super insane, over the top Magic Items, like the ones seen in the Quaraun series?
I got them out of these books:

More then a dozen books of this nature were published by TSR, Wizards of the Coast, and Paizo Publishing over the years.

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.

What is his income?
How much money does he have?

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:

I often pick the items Quaraun will make at random, using the magic item card decks:

Pathfinder makes more than 30 magic item card decks.


  • Oil of Lasting Flame: 25 gp
  • Oil of Animate Rope 50 gp 1 time use
  • Bandages of Rabid Recovery: 200 gp
  • Oil of Cure Moderate Wounds: 300 gp 1 time use
  • Holy Water: 350 gp + player requires trained special skills to use
  • A Restful Bedroll: 360 gp
  • Oil of Slipperiness: 375 gp + player provides materials (rare)
  • Oil of Water Walking: 750 gp 1 time use
  • A Pocket of Concealing: 1,000 gp per pocket + player provides coat (GhoulSpawn's coat has about 4 dozen of these sewn inside it.)
  • Instant Campsite in a Bottle: 1,000 gp
  • Daredevil Boots: 1,400 gp
  • Bookmark of Deception: 1,500 gp
  • Hat of Disguise: 1,800 gp
  • Shoes of Water Walking: 1,800 gp
  • Feather Step Slippers: 2,000 gp
  • An Ironheart Tattoo: 2,600 gp
  • Decanter of Endless Water: 2,600 gp
  • Cauldron of Brewing: 3,000 gp
  • Rope of Climbing: 3,000 gp
  • A Ladder of Escape: 4,000 gp
  • Weapon of Arrow Deflection: 4,000 gp to apply to any weapon player provides
  • An Endless Quiver: 4,200 gp
  • Map of Orienteering: 4,200 gp
  • Orb of Relentless Sympathy: 4,200 gp
  • Slippers of Spider Climbing: 4,800 gp
  • Polymorphic Pouch: 5,000 gp + player provides or buys Bag of Holding to make it from
  • Helm of Languages: 5,000 gp
  • An Axe of Evil Undone: 5,000 gp
  • Treasure Hunter's Goggles: 6,400 gp
  • The Robe of Useful Items: 7,000 gp
  • Deck of Illusions: 8,100 gp
  • Elixir of Flying: 9,000 gp
  • A Helm of Vision Unclouded: 9,000 gp
  • Bag of Holding: 10,000 gp + player provides materials or pays 5,000 extra gp for wizard to buy materials
  • Ring of Animal Friendship: 10,800 gp
  • Wand of Blinking: 11,250 gp
  • A Table of Diplomacy: 13,000 gp
  • Celestial Shield: 13,170 gp
  • Cauldron of Plenty: 15,000 gp
  • Bag of Tricks: 16,000 gp + player provides or buys a Bag of Holding to make it from
  • A Ribbon of Limitless Questions: 17,000 gp
  • A Bracelet of Radiant Storm: 17,000 gp
  • JellyFish's Cape: 19,200 gp
  • Ring of Invisibility: 20,000 gp
  • A portable Hole: 20,000 gp
  • Swift Step Boots: 21,000 gp
  • Totem Figurines of Wondrous Power: Ivory Sheep Travelling: 21,000 gp
  • Totem Figurines of Wondrous Power: Ivory Sheep Terror: 21,000 gp
  • A Crown of Brilliant Sun: 21,000 gp
  • Broom of Flying: 25,000 gp
  • Staff of Shrieking: 28,800 gp
  • Armour of Determination: 30,000 gp to apply to any type of armour player provides
  • Belt of Giant Strength: 36,000 gp
  • Life Draining Gauntlets: 45,000 gp
  • Boots of Teleportation: 49,000 gp
  • Bloodthirst Dagger: 60,802 gp
  • Monocle of Investigation: 65,000 gp
  • Staff of Slumber: 81,766 gp
  • A Belt of Banishing: 105,000 gp
  • Robe of Eyes: 120,000 gp
  • A Singing Sword: 165,315 gp comes with 8 songs, 500 gp per additional song + player provides their own sword
  • A Ring of Influence: 225,000 gp
  • Healer's Sash: 225,000 gp
  • Ring of X-Ray Vision: 625,000 gp
  • Scarab of Insanity: 1,625,000 gp
  • A Resplendent Cloak: 2,125,000 gp
  • Wand of Death: 2,125,000 gp
  • Phylactery of Faithfulness: 2,625,000 gp
  • A Sword of Cruel Persuasion: 2,625,000 gp
  • A Greater Flying Carpet: 3,125,000 gp
  • Greater Necklace of Fireballs: 3,125,000 gp
  • A Staff of Time: 3,125,000 gp
  • Box of the Seven Demons: cursed treasure item not available for sale to players
  • Boots of Uncontrollable Dancing: cursed treasure item not available for sale to players
  • Cursed Armor of Powerlessness: cursed treasure item not available for sale to players

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

Is he married?

Marriage in Moon Elf society is dramatically different than what we Humans think of as being marriage.

That being said, Quaraun acknowledges having 6 spouses: 2 males and 4 females, as follows:

  • * a female Moon Elf (died same day as her 4 children)
  • * King Gwallmaiic/BoomFuzzy the Unicorn; a male Faerie (Phooka)
  • * GhoulSpawn, a half Elf (half Demon)
  • * a female Human
  • * Pippiatta, a female half-Elf (half Human) (who is also his daughter by his 2nd wife)
  • * Empress Glacious, a female Frost Elf/Crystal Elf/Chrystonite

Does he have any children?

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:

  • twin bothers King Vielder & Melaca Swanzen
  • their "baby brother" Dr. Gwaneesh Vangoneese Swanzen

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.

  1. Quaraun deeply loves his children
  2. but he is seriously mentally unstable 
  3. and, is also a serial killer, 
  4. and did kill 4 of his children, 
  5. along with their mother 
  6. during a fit of mental breakdown. 
  7. He is constantly tormented with guilt 
  8. and night terrors over what he did to his children
  9. though he does not regret killing his wife.
  10. Quaraun has strange morals
  11. Quaraun does not like Humans
  12. the Human Zebulon was Quaraun's breaking point
  13. after escaping from Zebulon, Quaraun begins killing Humans on a regular basis
  14. Vielder & Melaca are his favorite sons
  15. at age 10 Vielder beheads his first Human and brings the head to his father as a gift
  16. as teenagers Vielder & Melaca go on Human hunting excursions
  17. the twin boys amass a huge collection of Human heads 
  18. When his daughter/3rd wife (pregnant) and her 2 sons Vielder & Melaca (aged 19) are murdered, 
  19. Quaraun lashes out at the entire planet in an event that would later be known as "The Battle on Ongadada" 
  20. where he murdered 3 billion people in a massive Lich making spell to resurrect his beloved twin sons
  21. the only survivor of Ongadada is Empress Glacious
  22. whom Quaraun kidnaps and rapes
  23. resulting in his youngest son, Dr. Gwaneesh Vangoneese Swanzen
  24. Quaraun is murdered to stop him from killing again
  25. His twin sons, now Liches, go on a interplanetary killing spree, 
  26. murdering 28 Billion people across the galaxy in response to their father's murder
  27. The Twighlight Manor is built as a monument to Quaraun the Insane
  28. The mansion, possessed by the soul of BoomFuzzy The Unicorn 
  29. and comes to life and eats every one who sets foot inside of it.

What is his favorite way to spend free time? What are his hobbies?

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.



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.

What religion are he and why?

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.)

Who is his best friend?

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.)

Does he have any friends of particular importance to his life?

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.

What is his greatest fear?

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.

What is his favorite color?

Pink.

Quaraun loves pink.

Wears pink, painted his tower pink.

Quaraun's obsession with wearing pink clothes often gets him in trouble.

Political views?

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.

Are there any issues (bigoted ideas from society) caused by his species/ race/ ethnicity, that he has to deal with?

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".

What is his favorite food(s)?

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.

What is his sex life like?

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.

Big dick? Small penis? Big boobs? Small boobs? Long legs? A winning smile? Thin? Chubby? What physical features does your character prefer in their sex partners and why?

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.

Is there anything about his race or species that makes him unique or otherwise different from other characters?

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.

What kind of social gathering do he like best?

Quaraun likes to hang out at taverns/bars and whore houses - to the point that it could be said he practically lives at them.

He likes to find a table in a dark corner at the back and just sit and watch the Humans do the strange things that Humans do.

Being an Elf who has had very little interaction with Humans, he finds it fascinating to watch Humans go about their daily lives.

What is his most marked characteristic?

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.


     Punding:     

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:

  • Quaraun is constantly touching the beads and embroidery on his dresses
  • he frequently stops what he is doing to pace around in small circles for no reason at all
  • when others are talking, to each other, he sits on the ground, slowly rocking back and forth and humming to himself
  • he sleeps on a bed of furs, which he strokes repetitively as a way to sooth himself to sleep each night
  • he only wears pink and has a meltdown if someone tries to make him wear another colour
  • when people talk to Quaraun, he frequently finds a detail on their clothing to focus on (avoiding direct eye contact) and often becomes so focused on memorizing the details that he forgets to listen to what is being said
  • if he finds something squishie, he will pick it up and squeeze it obsessively for hours on end
  • he obsessively collects small colored objects (sea glass, pebbles, beads, etc) and lines them up as perfectly as possible
  • he carries with him a small wooden box, that is full of 144 tiny coloured glass vials. When nervous, he sits on the ground/floor, opens the box, removes the tiny bottles, and beings a process of lining them up on the floor while counting them. If you interrupt him, he starts over again. Once he starts doing this, he can not be stopped; attempts to stop him result in massive, often violent temper tantrum-like fits of over stimulation, that can result in him going into a seizure - if he is counting the bottles, it means he over stressed and trying to destress and REALLY needs to be left alone and be given some space and time to relax
  • when entering someone's home or any random inn or tavern, he begins to paw through things (other people's personal belongings) to "tidy things up", "straighten things out", or otherwise "help them organize their place more effectively"

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:

  • collecting pebbles and lining them up as perfectly as possible,
  • disassembling wristwatches and putting them back together again,
  • building hundreds of small wooden boxes
  • trying but failing to systematically remove the entire contents of all the drawers and shelves in the home and sort through all their contents.

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.

What does he consider his greatest achievement?

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.

Does he have any natural born magical abilities or super powers?

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!"

What is his most treasured possession?

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.

What or who is the greatest love of his life?

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.

Is there anything that would easily enrage him?

Yes.

Hurting his family.

He is very protective of his family.

What would he be willing to sacrifice to save what he loves most?

He did sacrifice 4 of his children in order to use their souls to resurrect his lover.

Does he value “roughing it”, or would he rather stick to his comforts?

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.

Bonus Question:
Readers Who remember the series on FanFiction.net, know that in the short stories, Quaraun was NOT a transvestite and that his being portrayed as a transvestite was a recent change to the series.

Before the novel editions of 2013, Quaraun was not a transvestite, so why is he a transvestite now in the novels editions?

Let's copy my answer to this Reddit question:

A question for players playing a female character(Regardless of irl gender): Have you ever RPed "That time of the month"?

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.

Want to use the questions for your own characters? Here they are:

  1. What is his full name?
  2. How did his parents decide on his name?
  3. How tall are he?
  4. What color is his hair?
  5. What color are his eyes?
  6. What does his voice sound like?
  7. Does he have any tattoos or piercings? A few or heavily? 
  8. Does he wear jewelry?
  9. Where did he come from? 
  10. Where was he born?
  11. Where did he grow up?
  12. How did it shape him?
  13. What mood is he usually in?
  14. How would someone go about gaining his trust?
  15. What does he hate to see in others?
  16. How is his sense of humor? Cheerful, dry, nonexistent?
  17. What are the limits of his comfort zone?
  18. Is he  comfortable discussing his history? With strangers?
  19. What do he dream about at night?
  20. Does he ever have nightmares?
  21. Do he exhibit pride for his country? Culture? Religion?
  22. In what environment is he most at ease?
  23. Where or what makes him most uncomfortable?
  24. Does he have a soft spot for anything or any one? Is it obvious?
  25. What would most embarrass him?
  26. Does he usually see the brighter side of things, or are he jaded?
  27. Which vices is he most prone to?
  28. What does he value most in life?
  29. Do he have any medical problems, diseases, injuries?
  30. What is his career? What does he do for an income?
  31. What is his income? 
  32. How much money does he have?
  33. Is he married?
  34. Does he have any children?
  35. What is his favorite way to spend free time?
  36. What are his hobbies?
  37. What religion are he and why?
  38. What kind of car does he own?
  39. Who is his best friend?
  40. Does he have any friends of particular importance to his life?
  41. What is his greatest fear?
  42. What is his favorite color?
  43. Political views?
  44. Are there any issues (bigoted ideas from society) caused by his species/ race/ ethnicity, that he has to deal with?
  45. What is his favorite food(s)?
  46. What is his sex life like?
  47. Is there anything about his race or species that makes him unique or otherwise different from other characters?
  48. What kind of social gathering do he like best?
  49. What is his most marked characteristic?
  50. What does he consider his greatest achievement?
  51. Does he have any natural born magical abilities or super powers?
  52. What is his most treasured possession?
  53. What or who is the greatest love of his life?
  54. Is there anything that would easily enrage him?
  55. What would he be willing to sacrifice to save what he loves most?
  56. Does he value “roughing it”, or would he rather stick to his comforts?

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.

Enjoy!