KEEP WARM, KEEP WELL.
soursoil.
EVERYBODY'S DANCING IN A RING AROUND THE SUN; NOBODY'S FINISHED, WE AIN'T EVEN BEGUN .α
βοΈ SAINT HARLON REDSUN β΅ priv. sel. folk horror OC inspired by THE WICKER MAN βͺ1973β«, CHILDREN OF THE CORN βͺNOVELLAβ«, MIDSOMMAR βͺ2019β«, annihilation βͺ2018β«, celtic & pagan mythos, and select musical works of the GRATEFUL DEAD . βΈ»βΈ»βΈ»βΈ»βΈ»βΈ»
βοΈ 001 : If you/your muse makes me uncomfortable, I reserve the right to block with or without warning. Do not interact if you/your muse supports racism, transphobia, terf / fascist / zionist rhetoric, proshipping, incest, sexual abuse, etc. βΈ» βοΈ 002 : No minors. While I am not interested in writing anything sexually explicit, this blog contains many mature, possibly triggering themes, such as mentions of violence, gore, cult activity, animal injury/death/sacrifice, and unreality. βΈ»βΈ» βοΈ 003 : More of a nitpicky thing, but I donβt talk in the tags when writing. Sorry if it seems like Iβm ignoring you because of this, itβs just a preference of mine in order to keep my blog clean and as easy to access as possible. βΈ»
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| CUJO, he/him, 25, EST. confirmed ghost story & horror film addict. |
name. harlon ardrey.
alias. saint redsun, our holy lamb, he without shadow.
gender. cis man, he/him.
sexuality. gay.
date of birth. 05/05/1700. βοΈ taurus.
age. physically 55, mentally 273, as of 1973.
languages spoken. scottish gaelic, english.
occupation. prophet, saint, religious leader.
birthplace. stonehaven, scotland.
current residence. terrapin isle, scotland. persona. loving & patient, smiles often. benevolent, though dangerous if crossed. hedonistic. playful, warm.
positive. reverent, inspiring, intelligent.
neutral. calm, enigmatic, perceptive.
negative. possessive, secretive, cunning.
likes. folk music, festivals, fresh air.
dislikes. the sea, smoking, snow & the cold.
hobbies. reading, sketching & painting. tending to foster lambs. eyes. orange-gold cataracts. prone to eye strain; vision is partially impaired. always wears his circular sunglasses.
hair. thick, wavy & black, with gray around the temples. curly when wet.
skin. tan, sun-kissed.
height. 5'7" / 170 cm.
build. well-fed, soft-stomached.
scars. a large burn resembling the sun on his upper back. various cuts on his palms & fingers.
scent. peat, apple & dried fruit, wool, highland heather, hay. sometimes, inexplicably, of fire & hints of smoke. faceclaim. eugene levy, 2005 era.
voice. fairly heavy rural scottish accent. deep, gentle, full & lilting.
βοΈ FLESH TO TOUCH, FLESH TO BURN.
In 1720, a band of Scottish pagans fled the mainland to an uninhabited island due west. They sought to escape religious persecution at the hands of the British, conflict, famine and flood. Warmed to a sub-tropical paradise by the Gulf Stream, the isle's cliffs were high and fierce, the center ONE HUGE BOUNTIFUL VALLEY; everything the settlers needed was provided en masse. This new world would be called TERRAPIN...
Among those first settlers was 20-year-old Harlon Ardrey. A bright boy, he spent most of his time among the dense orchards, tending to the isle's natural gardens. HE WAS NOT ALONE. Eyes watched from the trees, from the sky... Watched him, and waited. HE WAS YOUNG. HE WAS LOYAL. HE WAS CHOSEN. The forces of the isle revealed themselves to him: NUADA, God of the Sun, AVELLENAU, Goddess of the Orchards, SHONEY, Lord of the Sea. THROUGH HIM, THEY SPOKE...
As the years rolled by, Harlon would come to be known as Terrapin's prophet: SAINT REDSUNβ his surname, Ardrey, lost to the march of time. He is wholly devoted to his glorious isle, so much so that HIS LIFE FORCE IS NOW TIED TO THE LAND ITSELF. This bond has also led to Harlon developing a sort of VAGUE CLAIRVOYANCE, allowing him to sense and see things others cannot; one god-given gift of many.
βοΈ the 20th century never touched Terrapin.
Come 1973, the isle itself has remained relatively free of outside influence. Visitors from the mainland and beyond are few and far between, bordering on nil. There are no cars or modern appliances, no electricity or gas stations. It is as if their world remains at a standstill. Islanders are a strange folk, simple pagans, rounding out at a little over 600 in total. To outsiders, they often come across as odd, even aloofβ a facade they've long since adopted as a means of dealing with strangers.
Agriculture is their way of life; apples, pears, plums, peaches and the like being just a few of the isle's means of produce. Livestock also thrives on the island, sheep and cattle specifically. Even during periods of poor harvest, Terrapin is entirely self-sustaining, needing no real outside help. And just as well, too...
Holidays are a sight to beholdβ May Day, their holy BELTANE, being the most impressive of them all... It is a day of celebration, of rejoicing, and, of course, SACRIFICE.
βοΈ arc 001 : main verse. (flexibly) set in 1973. harlon spends his days tending the isle's holy garden, preaching to his flock, and speaking with the sun. he lives a slow life, an indulgent life, loved by all like a good book.
βοΈ arc 002 : fantasy AU. a traveling prophet. one of the fae, a seelie of the long fallen spring court. worshipper, shapeshifter, and expert in illusory and fire magics. offers handmade teas, enchanted trinkets, protective runesβ for a price. can be found among kings and paupers alike. suited for medieval & fantasy settings. more information here.
βοΈ arc 003 : modern AU. the aging town eccentric, harlon writes and organizes plays, most of which revolve around obscure pagan & scottish folkloreβ namely fae, to be exact. during the spring and summer seasons, he assumes the role of florist.
