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Linde Corett

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a character in “The King's Gambit”, as played by Arietta

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Name (Nickname): Linde Corett
Age: 15
Gender Male
Side & Role: Black Pawn

Personality

A passionate singer who thrives on structure and expression, Linde was once an outspoken boy who didn't care what others thought of his hobby. He was quite self-centered at that time, believing himself to be superior to those around him because of his interest in classical opera. Although he still smiles now and is far from pessimistic, he has become colder and more mature, throwing caution to the winds in every decision he makes. He rarely mentions his talent, and is often saddened if it is mentioned. He is easy to approach and very laid-back, though incredibly impulsive and even self-destructive under stress. While empathetic and forgiving, he judges people quickly - though he rarely shows his opinions about others, treating most people similarly. Linde is good at staying neutral in a conflict, but likes to get involved in his own way, pointing out facts and making conjectures that the fighting parties don't see.

Linde has a poor academic record and often skipped school for rehearsal, and it seems a bit late for him to catch up. He has a certain logical, cause-and-effect reasoning which helps him get by most of the time and is quick to spot the relationship between events, but lacks both scholarly knowledge and street smarts from being isolated in an artists' world for so long. While not particularly intelligent - or perhaps not even average - he has an artists' perspective that leads him to conclusions others don't notice. He doesn't seem to form relationships, treating all as acquaintances (though he does so warmly). Though he doesn't always voice his concerns, he looks at all claims skeptically, having become too used to being tricked.

History:

The younger of two children, Linde always felt overshadowed by his "incredible" older sister, Sarah. She was a talented girl who liked to try anything she came across, and wouldn't give up until she had mastered it. As a result, Linde felt that there were no activities in which he could excel on his own. However, Sarah wouldn't take to opera music, while Linde was more-or-less entranced by it. The relationship between the siblings improved after this split in interests - Sarah was free to do her sports and instruments without Linde following along and trying to learn.

Fortunately, Linde proved talented (for once). Although he could not start formal opera training until after his voice matured, he was accepted into prestigious choirs and became involved in musicals. For music, he began to sacrifice his schoolwork and became more distant to his friends, though he never generated much animosity from them. At age 14, he began classical training and was placed as a baritone.

Linde's first voice teacher was excellent, however, his second proved less reliable. Confusing Linde and his parents with false credentials, he was more a con man than anything else. Aged 14, Linde began to develop a vocal node. Ignoring the symptoms, the teacher continued to push him forward, eventually destroying his voice for good. He could sing again, after a long period of rest and voice therapy, but certainly not at the same level - and definitely no more opera. Even now, he has to rest his voice to avoid damaging it, and tries to communicate to others through gestures when he can.

Without singing, Linde is struggling to catch up in school. Despite the sympathy and efforts of his teachers, his grades remain low, and he is once again second to Sarah. He feels as though he has wasted the most productive years of his life for nothing, and is unlikely to make college along with his peers.

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So begins...

Linde Corett's Story

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#, as written by Arietta
Character Portrait: says,
 “ In the office, Renée nearly dropped the cup of tea she was drinking as the crash downstairs startled her from her thoughts. As she lifted it to her mouth again, ignoring the liquid spilled on the front of her dress, Rose glanced at his watch - four and a half hours, precisely. Sighing, he fixed his sleeves one more time, as though it might settle his feelings - unsurprisingly, it didn't - and made a move towards the door, where Tom and Daz awaited. The manor's owner seemed either apathetic or unaware of the current situation, and Rose couldn't help but hope that it was the guilt of the situation, finally catching up to her.

He sighed - probably not. It was more likely just another mood of Renée's.

"Should we go check on them?" Tom's voice, anxious but somehow muffled, streamed in through the loudspeaker mounted on the office door. Rose glanced back at Renée, who again gave him only a blank stare. "They might start breaking things."

"Hurry and check. Bring someone else with you, too," Rose's mind cast around, trying to recall those who had returned to the manor. "Take Matt, but be careful."

"It will be fine, Rose," Renée spoke for the first time in the last half hour, peering at him expressionlessly over her cup. "Please calm yourself. They are only five children."

"Only-!" Rose resisted the urge - the very powerful urge - to scratch at his smartly-combed hair in frustration. If only Renée could be a bit more consistent in her logic - they were only children, indeed, when she wanted them that way. Otherwise, they were evil filth, or weaklings, or whatever excuse his mistress felt like using on that particular day. He eyed her peripherally as the guards' footsteps faded away, and sighed.

"No. On with the plan, yes? How exactly do you want me to explain to them this - this kind of a game?"

"Please excuse me, Rose. Would you bring me some more tea?"

* * *


Blinking, Linde tried to sit up, his knees seeming to crack with some pain that he could not remember. Strange, that his arms didn't move to help the process, either. This space was dark, and gray and somehow very small - no, that wasn't it. Focusing on his face, Linde realized that he was wearing something. Something thick, strapped across his eyes like-

A blindfold.

His insides succumbed suddenly to gravity as he processed this. And the thing inside his mouth - cloth, also - a gag? Arm bindings?

What? Linde suddenly spun on his knees, disoriented by a hit that had seemed to come out of nowhere. He hadn't seen the motion, or even the attacker, but he had proof of someone's presence here - someone who he still couldn't quite place, even though that "someone" had both his arms bound behind him and a foot in his back. It was eerie; he couldn't even hear this person breathing hard.

There were people like this? He smashed his hand into the ground, searching for something tangible. And why should they come after someone like him? As Linde's mind spun, the attacker pressed down hard with his foot, forcing his nose to the ground. He felt vomit rising in his throat - vomit, that unfortunately was held back by the gag and exploded in the back of his mouth instead. Sick - he couldn't even cough it out.

I'm going to die!

The pressure on his back lifted, but Linde felt a rush in the air as the person moved - she was in front of him now, lifting the blindfold.

Wait.

A girl. He had just been completely beaten - by this girl.

"More awake now?" she asked, pulling him to his feet - a difficult task, since Linde was both nauseous and tied into his kneeling position. "You should be grateful. I got you in your sleep, you know. Didn't even have to draw blood."

"Let go of me!" Linde tried to say, but it came out in syllables that sounding more like thick bubbling - gross. A little vomit trickled out from behind the cloth, and Linde flinched away as the woman stepped in to wipe it from his face.

"A lot of them tried to fight, I'm guessing. But you were good." Not that his "goodness" seemed to please her - she was frowning a little, not quite the sadist that he would have expected from her words. "Come on, let's go."

As the kidnapper - that was what she was, right? - grabbed Linde by the shoulders, he caught a glimpse of the car to his left - the vehicle he had arrived in? There was no license plate. This was completely unreal. He felt as though he had left his body a long time ago, and was watching himself get dragged away. His own guardian angel.

"Look up."

He obeyed - because she had jerked his head back by the hair - and nearly forgot to breath out. The stuff in his throat began to slide back down; Linde coughed wildly to stop it.

The house was magnificent - no, it couldn't really be called a house. A castle perhaps, one of the medieval sorts without any lighting. Linde caught his breath and continued to stare. It was made of what seemed to be white marble, with little gold details on the side - who could afford to gild a house with gold, anyways? A stone dragon rose from one of the gardens, seeming to eye the arrivals imperiously. Coldly.

Was this a cult sacrifice or something? He winced, eyes trailing down towards his own throat. How would they do it?

Would it hurt?

What a dumb question.

But she pushed him in the direction of the house and not the dragon - a place that seemed no more inviting, for all its lavish details - and he tripped again, over his knees still tied to his hands. If he wasn't paralyzed with fear, he might have glared at this woman. Or something. It was a classic, to escape by biting - but not a distinct possibility. So the girl managed to herd him up, over rows of jagged rocks through what seemed to be a monochrome picture of a house, unfolded in 3D.

It was like one of those grand theatres his old teacher had shown him - flawless in the brochure, but only real up close. The building was the same, but the sky wasn't as blue as he imagined, and the throngs of tourists obscured his view. It was exactly the same here - he could see the cracks in the walls, and the dirt creeping up the sides of the white as she brought him to a stop before the front steps. The twin pillars that seemed to reach to the sky bore brown, water-shaped marks as though they had just been washed and dried.

It was no less imposing for that - perhaps more so, since it was so real. Linde gulped - and spat again, as the stranger kicked him in the back, sending him sprawling across the last steps to the double doors.

"There seems to be some disorder in the foyer, George, you should hold him out here for now."

George. So, that was her name.

"HEY, BASTARDS. YOU BETTER LET ME OUT IF YOU WANNA FUCKING LIVE."

George shrugged. Linde felt a chill run down his spine, his fear suddenly skyrocketing along with the other boy's - or whoever it was in there's - voice. ”