Blackie Chuzzlewit

Blackie Chuzzlewit is a Bone Gnawer Ragabash from Victorian London who discovered the Scar Realm.

Overview

Tales of Chuzzlewit misadventures once resounded through the dismal stomping grounds of Victorian London, thrilling cubs with ripping yarns of his triumphs and perils. Each time a Bone Gnawer child was enthralled by the tale, the saga began the same way: Young Chuzzlewit's mother was once a handsome woman, the darling paramour of a rich and powerful industrialist. Yet when she announced that she was with child, the father shunned his unborn child. Although the mother desperately turned to others for aid, she found naught but scorn. The callous cad who sired her child left for America to expand a railroad empire, and his former lover was forced to beg for food.

The young woman's pathetic little infant was born in the dark of night under a new moon. To deaden the pain of childbirth, she succumbed to the temptation of demon rum by foolishly spending the few meager coins she had left. Staggering though the London Fog with her tiny infant, she fell in the Thames... and nearly drowned Young Chuzzlewit. His mother sank like a stone, and her soul soon drifted up to Heaven. Yet miraculously, the tiny infant washed up on shore beneath the docks of the East End, fated to become a ragamuffin of the streets.

Left on the doorstop of an orphanage, raised on rancid vegetables and gruel, Chuzzlewit ran away from home at the tender age of six. The little hero swore he'd work had and succeed in life, but when he trusted an older man who offered him work, he innocently wandered into a textile factory where children slaved for a mere pittance of a wage. Beaten and bruised, he wept himself to sleep each night. Living in the factory district, his hair and clothes were stained with soot each day.

Yet Chuzzlewit worked hard, saving enough money to move out of London, to a town fresh with promise. The sleepy hamlet had been invigorated by a thriving new business: the opening of a coal mine. Chuzzlewit left the thick pollution of the city to breath the fresh air of the countryside each morning... before climbing underground to stain his face, his hands, and his dingy clothes mining coal.

And as Blackie grew older, his life took many more tragic turns, each one more tragic than the last. He had not known the true identity of his father, a callous Iron Rider who had made his fortune buying and selling land in the American West. For you see, after enduring the demise of his father, the same of growing up in an orphanage, the hardship of textile mines and coal mines, the years of sickness from breathing coal dust and fumes, Blackie Chuzzlewit was completely unprepared to discover that his father had been a werewolf.

By the tender age of 13, Blackie considered the hardworking men of the village of Deadswallow to be his true brothers. Until, that is, the day that ten of them were trapped in a coal mine. Overcome with grief, he screamed at the full moon in his fury. Tears streaming down his blackened cheeks, he practically leapt down the shaft to help save them. Screaming in pain, he could not help his brothers. In his earnestness, he transformed into a raging monster.

And even worse, after falling into one of the deep shafts of the coal mine, he found himself in another world as he fell deeper beneath the surface. He escaped certain death by accidentally "stepping sideways" into a parallel universe that mirrored our own - a truly feat to enter the Penumbra so young.

Fleeing the world of sense and sensibility, he soon found himself on a powerful quest through a mystical spirit world. After a lifetime of witnessing the exploitation of innocents around him, his search for ten men abandoned in a coal mine led him to a horrible realm deeper in the Earth, a deep wound in creation itself: the nightmare world that would later form the foundation for the Near Realm of Scar.

Frightened and alone, he wept in the rubble of the world he saw. Wandering as if in a dream, he saw the souls of countless young men and women laboring in the factories, the mines, and the wage slave prisons of the so-called Industrial Revolution. And so, in this realm, he vowed to no longer wear the shackles of oppression, but to cast them off and sever the ties that bound young men like him.

Throughout the reign of Queen Victoria, the Bone Gnawer cubs of London thrilled to these and other tales of Young Blackie Chuzzlewit's adventures in the magical land of Scar. This summary is but the first of the over three hundred chapters of his life story. The full story of his adventures was once serialized by Galliards in the stomping grounds of the British Empire over a span of many years. They claimed that new Chuzzlewit stories were conveyed to them in message carried in the tiny paws of rat-spirits that joined Blackie on his merry adventures. Of course, others insisted that that strapping young fellow was naught but the product of the demon liquor such reprobates indulge in when conceiving such fantastic tales, To that, we say a resounding "Pish! Tosh!" Let us never forget the triumphs of Young Blackie Chuzzlewit! Hooray!

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