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PLAYER INFORMATION

NAME: charlie
AGE: 26
CONTACT: midworld / thesafecolour@gmail
CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A

CHARACTER INFORMATION

NAME: Eddie Dean
CANON: The Dark Tower series
AGE: 25
CANON POINT: Book VII.

BACKGROUND: Wikia page.
INCENTIVE/FIT: On his death bed, Eddie is visited by an Eudio representative with the incentive to save his life. Eddie asks for something else: for his friends' quest to be a success. Eddie's only hang up about the help he's meant to provide the city is that he is (in everything but law and paper) married to Susannah. Anything pushing beyond platonic intimacy might take him a while to get to, but he would in time. He has no hang ups about physical intimacy and it doesn’t take much for him to be comfortable with physical contact and touch. He’s a rather touchy feely person by nature. He's got no issues with sex, either. His only reluctance would come from his dedication and love for Susannah.

SAMPLES: TDM

Additional sample:


"Just like that? I say yes, help you guys out, and I get to live?"

The representative nods.

"Bullshit." There's no ill meaning in the word, only disbelief. Eddie's head throbs, the awful pain of his wound like the ebb and flow of the sea. He'd thought he'd been hallucinating, but after all his travels Eddie has learned to discern when something is real, when it's a vision, when it's a dream, when it's just smoke and mirrors. And this? This is not. It's not something he can explain, but his gut feeling is strong, and he trusts that. The person standing in front of him is not a deadly injury driven hallucination.

The thought of walking out of this room unscathed, of seeing the quest he'd set on realized, sends a pang through his chest. A sharp, physical longing that squeezes the air out of his lungs. He wants so badly to see this through himself, he wants to stand next to Susannah, Roland and Jake at the foot of the tower. It's overpowering. His throat tightens and his eyes sting. If he closes them he can see the field of roses from his dreams, and the four of them standing in it, the sun is warm on his skin, the breeze lifting that delicate flower smell up to his nose. Then he imagines the scene, minus Eddie Dean. Three out of four isn't bad, is it? Eddie finds that what fills him at the image is not a jealousy to see them reach the tower before him. It's relief. If the three of them can make it, that's good enough.

"I want to ask for something else. Can I do that, or is this a once in a life time, one wish only genie in a bottle situation?"

Another nod from the representative. He swallows thickly, and there's a small voice inside him yelling that he's fucking crazy, that he can't do this, that he's scared, please, don't do this. It sounds like his brother's voice. It sounds like his own, when he was begging for a fix as that magical door closed for him forever. He ignores it, speaks in the hoarse voice of the sick.

"Alright. Listen up, and you better listen very well: I want it to work. I want them to save the tower and the rose. That's it. I help you guys, you make sure they succeed, I come back and have just enough time to -- " His voice hitches, and Eddie berates himself for getting emotional. As if trading his life for all the worlds isn't worth tears. " -- to say goodbye."

That's all he wants, in the end. If he's to die here, then Eddie thinks he dies very well. His purpose was to help save the Tower. He'd known death was the most likely outcome of this adventure, and now that it's here he sees he's lived his second chance to the best of his ability. He'll miss his friends, and they'll miss him, but this is for the entirety of existence. In trading his life for it, he's making it mean even more.

And he's tired. He'll get to rest, in the clearing at the end of the path, secure in the knowledge that the worlds are safe.

"Is that what you wish?" The representative speaks, head tilted. Eddie closes his eyes, swallows thickly again. Sorry, Suze. Sorry, Jake. Roland he knows would only appreciate his choice to die for the Tower. But his wife, and Jake -- he hopes they wouldn't hold it against him, if they knew.

"Yeah. That's what I want."

He breathes in.

"Alright. This is your incentive."

He breathes out.

"Alright," he echoes.

And that's that.

ANYTHING ELSE? Nope!