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David LeFleur

Owner of 'Pacific Fields, Bluffton', the local Apiary. A 'Blood Golem' created by a French sorcerer in the early 1700s, he's been in Bluffton for ages but he's forgotten more than he's learned.

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a character in “Apple Pie and White Picket Fences”, as played by Rickshaw_Watcher

Description

Name: David LeFleur

Age: Created on March 5, 1705 (Age 308) ; given a soul on January 23, 1912 (Age 101)

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Species: Golem (Blood), Simulcrum
The term 'Golem' comes from an old Hebrew legend about a creatures of the same name. In the legend, the Golem was a tool of rebellion against opressors. It was constructed from clay and inscribed with runes that would animate its form when given instructions. Golems, centuries later, can be created from a wide variety of materials as long as the correct spells and rituals are followed.

Simulcrums are a Sub-Species of Golem, otherwise known as 'Sentient Golems' or Golems capable of independent thought. Simulcrum act the same way any other sentient being will, and will choose to pursue wants and dreams over blindly following orders.

David's base component is Blood, meaning living creatures were sacrificed to create him. As a result, Blood Golems are extremely resilient to harm and are fearsome foes. They can shape shift in extreme ways, creating claws and tentacles within moments and even seperating body parts and controling them from afar. When a Blood Golem sleeps they must find a water tight container as their forms dissolve into a liquid ichor. Should they be spilled out during slumber a Blood Golem could seperate into far to many pieces and become unable to take proper form without outside assistance, leaving them vulnerable. Major weaknesses of a Blood Golem would be fire, as charred flesh cannot be easily healed, and acidic compounds.

Sexuality: Asexual

Personality: David's birth was one of madness and greed, an orgy of blood and pain of many, many innocent souls; human and not. With a soul, he carries the guilt of his creation with him and the sadness refined over a century is not easy to shake. As such David delights in being useful to those around him. One may confuse this with his nature of being a Golem, but a Golem with a Soul is no longer bound to the will of a master. Whatever makes others happy makes him happy, and that is all he longs for, whether it be by selling something sweet, telling a joke, or providing some kind of comfort to those that need it.
This, however, has a darker side to it. Those that cause pain, misery, or harm to his friends are going to have a force come upon them like demons from hell. Nothing is scarier than a man who can rip open a hole in his torso from neck to navel to reveal a giant maw beneath.

History: David was created as one of a batch of twelve, each given names begining with the first twelve letters of the alphabet and a batch designation of Paracelsus. Over decades, the Paracelsus Golems were bought, sold, handed down, stolen, lost, found, seperated, and brought together by both king and beggar, clergy and sorcerer.

David's story truly began in 1872 when a kindly sorcerer found each Golem from places all over the world and brought them together at a spacious estate in Kansas. There he and his siblings worked for the sorcerer as bee keepers and farmers. At some point the sorcerer began to notice something about the Golems, something he at first thought was his imagination. He thought he saw them smile. When he watched the Golems work, this sorcerer could swear that when the Golems were near eachother some momentary upturn of the mouth crossed their faces.

During the night, as the Golems slepted in their vats, the sorcerer would examine them with spells from an old book of Golem Craft. He found something that shocked him. The framework for a soul was present, if crude. Something was occuring; he wanted to be a part of it.

Over decades the sorcerer was able to accelerate the process and poured a little of himself into each one, slowly creating beings who were quite capable of intelligence and thought beyond the order given. It wasn't until 1912 when, on the sorcerer's death bed, the Golems gathered around him and cried that the sorcerer deemed what he had created ready and blessed each Golem a piece of his own soul. It was then when he created Simulcrums and when David and his siblings began to live.

Sentient and capable but confused as to what to do now, they continued the work they had been doing for years and, thanks to the sorcerer's work and network of friends, were given false names and control over his estate. They had money, they had livelihoods. They were truly free. The Simulcrums began to expand the business to other places around the country, creating branches in three different states, one of those branches being 'Pacific Fields, Bluffton.'

Side Note: David, as a Blood Golem, is able to change his appearance. As such he has chosen to look like a man who he revered during his early days of true life; Samuel Langhorne Clemens, otherwise known as Mark Twain. Characters who know what Mark Twain looks like should find the resemblance striking.

So begins...

David LeFleur's Story

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Lola followed Xavier to the clinic he worked at. Xavier eventually arrived at the clinic and set the pointy-eared girl down in a room, putting her on the bed. "Looks like I'll need to call up the beekeeper. We're out of honey to make potions." He said as he turned to Lola. "Try to not dissapear on me again. Also, try to make this girl feel at home." Lola nodded and stayed in the room as Xavier walked to his office to make the call.

"Hi. Are you feeling any better?" Lola asked the girl on the bed, standing against the wall next to the bed.
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Xavier called David and waited for an answer.

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The varnished oak chair supported the solitary creature's form quite nicely, the cushions preventing his circulation, what there was, from being impeded. This same feeling of comfort could not be said to be shared by his mind. Tax forms, bank receipts, and inventory lists filled the top of the poor creature's desk like a flood and were boring him to no end. Each letter addressed to 'David LeFleur, Pacific Fields Apiary' was another dull piece of paper sent by people who seemed to take pleasure in making others miserable with boxes to fill in, lines to sign, spaces to leave blank, and formulas to follow.

Leaning back in the chair, teetering on the edge between falling forward or backward, David scanned his office for the umpteenth time to try and purge the phantom sight of black and white from his eyes. It went from the walls painted a baby blue to the shelves lined with curios and knick knacks to the grandfather clock sequestered to one corner with both digital and analog clocks surrounding it. The window let in the light of a bright sunny day, still in the bright light of a mid-day sun. A curse, being beautiful while David was to be held prisoner by bonds of ink and graphite.

The ringing phone brought a welcome distraction from the multitude of papers that David was filling out. He had finally glimpsed a rescue helicopter that would take him away from the flood. Surely he should not ignore possible business.

Not even bothering to get up from his desk, a slick tentacle darted towards the cordless phone and whipped it back into David's other hand. Punching the button to answer like a self-medicate button on a morphine drip, David put it up to his ear and tried to sound like he wasn't thrilled by the diversion from the current monotony.

“Pacific Fields; Bluffington, Minnesota. You have money, we have honey. What can I do for you today?”

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"Hello, I will need 1 large bottle of honey delivered to" Xavier said the address of the hospital. He was hoping that they delivered, and if they did, soon.

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“So that's the local hospital and... Xavier? Did something happen? You sound worried.” David stopped writing down the receipt for the honey delivery, hand still and hovering over the box to indicate the tax. His gaze slowly turned to a shelf of leather bound tomes worn by centuries of use and easily recognized by a label-maker sticker underneath each. 'Exorcisms' was taped to the shelf underneath a few books that stared at David with accusatory runes.

“I called you earlier to make small talk and you were out. Is Lola alright?”

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"Hey, I thought you'd recognize me sooner or later, David. Lola is fine. I found an elf in the woods, who I'm trying to heal. But for the potion I need honey. Sorry I missed your call." Xavier scratched the back of his head. "But that's what I was doing, looking for Lola in the woods, and I found an elf."

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“You found an elf in the woods? Well, I'd be surprised if you hadn't. I'll be there soon, I've got some fresh honey just processed and ready to ship. I'll grab a bottle of that so your potion will be a bit more potent and then deliver it personally. Stretch the legs and all that. I'll be about... ten minutes. See you then.” After allowing Xavier to give some passing good-byes before hitting the 'End Call' button on the cordless phone, David left his desk in it's messy state and walked out the door into the employee lounge.

An unplugged air hockey table sat in one corner, unused for weeks and dusty as a result. Two old and worn couches sat near a television that showed nothing but the snow of static and a large icon showing that it had been muted. A lone employee, human by appearance and wearing the company vest with 'Mark' on the name badge, sat on one cushion and was slumped backward with drool slowly leaking from his mouth. David nudged the employee's foot with his own to rouse the sleeping youth, smirking as the boy woke with a start.

“That's for the princess,” he said, still half way in the dream. Looking around the room before finally seeing David, Mark remembered where he was and immediately looked nervous.

“Yes boss?”

“Mark, I'm going to be making a delivery to a Dr. Goodman. Anybody comes trying to find me, you tell them I'll be back in thirty minutes.”

“Uh, sure boss.” The boy, a new hire, looked nervous about the responsibility laid upon him but nodded in understanding.

David continued on into the storage area and plucked a bottle of honey from where the fresher batches were being stored before being shipped to fill orders across the state. The bottle was shaped like a Faun, specifically Pan playing his flute. That Pan would use his likeness as the bottle of his brand of honey still struck David as overly narcissistic to this day, but that wasn’t something you argued with the boss about. You just used the bottle and tried to make the best damn honey you could.

Finally reaching his car, David opened the trunk and removed a fold-up bicycle that he used for deliveries, putting the honey into a messenger bag and putting that over his shoulder. He mounted the bike and pushed off, heading for the hospital and towards Dr. Goodman. It was only a mater of minutes.

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Xavier waited outside for the honey. As soon as he saw David come up, he got out the money from his wallet and began to walk over to David.

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Seeing the good doctor at the entrance to his practice, LeFleur slowed down and hopped off his bike. Pushing the red fold-up along by the handle bars and trying to catch his breath, LeFleur closed the fleshy hole behind his shirt collar he had been breathing through during the bike ride so he wouldn't be wheezing after the speed run. Never fun to swallow bugs, he had thought to himself when he came up with the idea.

“Good day Xavier. Who needs the potion? Anyone I know?”

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