[Introduction] Anyway the wind blows...
Everywhere he went, Shadow found them. He'd left America because of what the Bull said, partially. This is a bad land for gods. He'd also left because America meant Laura never coming back. It meant the tree and days and nights of torture. It meant the slaughter and Wednesday's storm.
It meant too many false starts, and Sam Black Crow's smile when she looked at the girl with the funny hair. And it meant Chad Mulligan and his forever altered memory.
Shadow wished he could forget too - but that wasn't his lot, and it probably would never be.
He'd given back the eye to Odin in Iceland. Later, he'd crossed into Denmark where Freya had smiled at him and tried to convince him to stay. He'd wandered into Brittany where Toutatis was agonizing. In Italy, he saw no sign of the Roman pantheon, and thought it might be a good place to stay.
His foot steps took him back to the road, always. To Oxford, where the ascending spires gave him enough vertigo to charm him. That was where he stayed for a while. He found a job emptying trucks and spoke to very few people. He took to drinking beer over at the Eagle and Child, heedless to the fact that both Tolkien and CS Lewis had attended the same tavern in their youth, but he never got drunk. Instead, he did coin tricks for those who cared to look. Every day, Shadow woke up in the wee hours of the morning to go to one of the colleges where he would lend his arms for the day.
This morning, he is expected at Merton to unload a van of supplies for the mess hall. He crosses the large field to catch the Dead Man's walk. Then his vision gets fuzzy, and everything changes, as if a curtain had been pulled, and instead of the long wall that keeps the Gothic building isolated, he finds himself staring at a Mansion, something almost Southern in appearance, with what seems to be Corinthian columns.
Here, Mansion Dwellers. Have a very befuddled demigod standing on the Mansion's lawn an staring it at it. He really wishes he can go back to being ordinary hired help in England. He hopes he's hallucinating. No, really. Can't he be left to himself, for once?
Name: Balder Moon a.k.a. Shadow/Mike Ainsel.
Fandom: Neil Gaiman's amazing novel American Gods.
Media: Boooook do I ever do anything else.
Typist: Wil
Other relevant info: Taken from after all the events in the novel, and Shadow's been drifting in Europe for several months after the events of the book. Obviously, everything mentioned after the return of the eye to Odin is fanon and not found anywhere in Gaiman's work. He's likely to introduce himself as Mike Ainsel to most. Oh, and he's got a bunch of preternatural abilities (see his profile), but he's not really prone to using them unless circumstances really justify it. Same goes for his physical strength. Title ganked from Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, which I think fits him really well.
The first commenter acts as a welcoming committee. All following interactions are deemed later in the day, when the character is settled.
It meant too many false starts, and Sam Black Crow's smile when she looked at the girl with the funny hair. And it meant Chad Mulligan and his forever altered memory.
Shadow wished he could forget too - but that wasn't his lot, and it probably would never be.
He'd given back the eye to Odin in Iceland. Later, he'd crossed into Denmark where Freya had smiled at him and tried to convince him to stay. He'd wandered into Brittany where Toutatis was agonizing. In Italy, he saw no sign of the Roman pantheon, and thought it might be a good place to stay.
His foot steps took him back to the road, always. To Oxford, where the ascending spires gave him enough vertigo to charm him. That was where he stayed for a while. He found a job emptying trucks and spoke to very few people. He took to drinking beer over at the Eagle and Child, heedless to the fact that both Tolkien and CS Lewis had attended the same tavern in their youth, but he never got drunk. Instead, he did coin tricks for those who cared to look. Every day, Shadow woke up in the wee hours of the morning to go to one of the colleges where he would lend his arms for the day.
This morning, he is expected at Merton to unload a van of supplies for the mess hall. He crosses the large field to catch the Dead Man's walk. Then his vision gets fuzzy, and everything changes, as if a curtain had been pulled, and instead of the long wall that keeps the Gothic building isolated, he finds himself staring at a Mansion, something almost Southern in appearance, with what seems to be Corinthian columns.
Here, Mansion Dwellers. Have a very befuddled demigod standing on the Mansion's lawn an staring it at it. He really wishes he can go back to being ordinary hired help in England. He hopes he's hallucinating. No, really. Can't he be left to himself, for once?
Name: Balder Moon a.k.a. Shadow/Mike Ainsel.
Fandom: Neil Gaiman's amazing novel American Gods.
Media: Boooook do I ever do anything else.
Typist: Wil
Other relevant info: Taken from after all the events in the novel, and Shadow's been drifting in Europe for several months after the events of the book. Obviously, everything mentioned after the return of the eye to Odin is fanon and not found anywhere in Gaiman's work. He's likely to introduce himself as Mike Ainsel to most. Oh, and he's got a bunch of preternatural abilities (see his profile), but he's not really prone to using them unless circumstances really justify it. Same goes for his physical strength. Title ganked from Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, which I think fits him really well.
The first commenter acts as a welcoming committee. All following interactions are deemed later in the day, when the character is settled.