|
| |
| |
|
|
Hayden
Arkwright
|
September 23, 1980
Haven, Massachusetts.
The Arkwrights?.
Coroner, Mortician, Gravekeeper.
|
| |
|
|
Hayden Arkwright is a master of the dead. No, he's no necromancer, not really. He's no medium, either; in Hayden's eyes, dead men tell no tales. But when someone dies, no one truly cares for them anymore, not the way Hayden sees it. They want to pay their final respects, but they don't want to put the body back together, to bathe it, to care for it. So that is Hayden's job. He takes care of the dead not because he wants to, but because someone must.
|
| |
|
|
The Brand
Hayden's brand is on his chest. It's different from the other Arkwrights, but Hayden's too busy taking the abuse for the others that he hardly notices or dwells on that. Any happiness Hayden finds is almost always interrupted by fainting spells, seizures, or intense pain. He doesn't know if he's James' favorite or if the Ancestor hates him.
The Fangs
The abuse, of course, never stops there. Hayden knows that. Take Hayden's shirt off and you'd see the scars. They're everywhere, his body a living canvas to James' unfounded hatred (or personal brand of affection). The abuses Hayden has suffered at the hands of the Ancestor are endless, but Hayden holds the line. In Hayden's eyes, if he doesn't, who will?
The Horror
It is, of course, tradition now that the men of James' descendants clean up after him. Arkwright Cemetery is littered with the bodies of James' victims, and Hayden has buried nearly every one of them; his cousin, Declan, has done only a small fraction of the work the mortician has. James and Declan dispose of the bodies like trash, but Hayden treats them the same way he treats all of the dead.
|
| |
|
|
Notations
“My evening was uneventful, thank you.” – Hayden Arkwright
“What a place to faint! I swear I've never been so startled in a morgue as when you stood up that day. I'll never wear headphones while I work in there again.” – Tori Foster?
“You were always the one that pulled my heart strings, Hayden. A person would be hard pressed to find a more caring man than you, so plagued by his own issues, yet putting it all aside to help those that most don't even cast a thought to. It's an admirable trait, but remember, it is important to let someone care for you too. ” – Coral?
“Still scary to me, even when I'm all grown up.” – Connor?
“You fascinate me even from a distance... I wonder if you're looking for any apprentices for mortuary business.” – Kit?
“As long as you're here to bury them and put them to rest, they can't haunt me.” – Emmett Jane?
“I real live undertaker with a real hearse?! I think I just died and went to goth heaven. Can I sit in the back?” – Lina?
|
| |
|
|