A Rehearsal in Scheming of Grand Proportion
Prepare yourself to set forth on many a Terrible & Tumultuous adventure with the Brothers Lockwood. Two Brothers, One Villian, rife with Vile Characters including, although not limited to Pirates, Scoundrels and Thieves.
Our Uncle: Lord Alistair Lockwood
A Character Sketch: as Set Forth by The Boy Cast Away Dignan Lockwood of The Brothers Lockwood
After great incitement, I have deemed it necessary to begin at no place other than the beginning, as there is no better place to begin.
In the early spring of 1878 mothers burgeoning stomach could no longer handle the pressure of my sweet, little body and I detonated forth into this world. I was decorously dubbed "Dignan" by mother. My friends dub me "Digs". Complications at birth lead to me being a flatulent child. This ailment continues to be both a triumph and a tragedy in my life.
Home was a place of both love and loathing. My parents showed copious amounts of love to anyone entering their home, however my superior brother Kellen was the constant usurper of my happiness. Propitiously, after many rows and what some would now call "arse beatings" endured by brother Kellen, the ladies still tell me I have a most premium posterior.
In late fall of 1888 mother and father came upon terrible fortune. The ship upon which they were bound for India was struck by lightning, caught fire, and sank in the tumult of a tremendous storm off the Western Cape of Southern Africa. As Kellen was only in his eleventh year and I in my tenth, we were henceforth sent straightway to our Uncle, Lord Alistair, in London.
Despite his being notably tall and relatively thin Lord Alistair had few distinguishing marks save only for eight small tattoos. On the knuckles of his right hand were the letters H, O, L, and D and on the knuckles of his left F, A, S, and T. He was as steady as an oak tree in a wind storm, was the paramount of intelligence, and was more wealthy than any man in London. He was also exceptionally agile and quite strong regardless of his small frame. All this being said one could judiciously assume Lord Alistair soon became our greatest ally, teacher, and friend.
After great incitement, I have deemed it necessary to begin at no place other than the beginning, as there is no better place to begin.
In the early spring of 1878 mothers burgeoning stomach could no longer handle the pressure of my sweet, little body and I detonated forth into this world. I was decorously dubbed "Dignan" by mother. My friends dub me "Digs". Complications at birth lead to me being a flatulent child. This ailment continues to be both a triumph and a tragedy in my life.
Home was a place of both love and loathing. My parents showed copious amounts of love to anyone entering their home, however my superior brother Kellen was the constant usurper of my happiness. Propitiously, after many rows and what some would now call "arse beatings" endured by brother Kellen, the ladies still tell me I have a most premium posterior.
In late fall of 1888 mother and father came upon terrible fortune. The ship upon which they were bound for India was struck by lightning, caught fire, and sank in the tumult of a tremendous storm off the Western Cape of Southern Africa. As Kellen was only in his eleventh year and I in my tenth, we were henceforth sent straightway to our Uncle, Lord Alistair, in London.
Despite his being notably tall and relatively thin Lord Alistair had few distinguishing marks save only for eight small tattoos. On the knuckles of his right hand were the letters H, O, L, and D and on the knuckles of his left F, A, S, and T. He was as steady as an oak tree in a wind storm, was the paramount of intelligence, and was more wealthy than any man in London. He was also exceptionally agile and quite strong regardless of his small frame. All this being said one could judiciously assume Lord Alistair soon became our greatest ally, teacher, and friend.
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