Writing things about Locke kind of feels wrong to me in a way just because he's supposed to be a reserved, "live in the present" kind of guy. If he were a person I knew, I don't think we'd have too many conversations -- he's not a person I would know well. Whenever I write him, it's usually as a sexual deviant, a troublemaker, or a straight-up murderer. As one of my characters, I love him dearly. He's the outspoken chaos to Brand's inner turmoil, the laughter to Fredrik's simmer, a mentor to directionless Noah, and the voice to quiet boys like George and Fitz.
Writing things about Locke is easy, and I want to share him with the world. He's hazy, funky, fire and flood, justice without morals, and a walk in the park on a sunny afternoon. But I should elaborate on some of these nuances of my monster man, or he won't make any sense to anybody, not even me.
People and their capacity for cruelty fascinate Locke, who learned the ways easily enough with a burly older brother and three vicious older sisters. Not an heir, the very youngest of a small but 'culturally rich' clan of Dunbroch, he grew up watching his elder siblings go about their lives with an awe-inspiring amount of backstabbing and sniping for fun. He absorbed it like a sponge, looked for reasons, made connections. What he lacked in the pure verbosity of greater conversation, he made up for in quiet retorts and inelegant intelligence. Members of higher society took to him for his perspicacity and his talent for having the last laugh, even if it was only to himself. While his brother was groomed to take over lordship from their father and his sisters were married off one by one to gain political favor, he was welcomed into social circles across the country with familiarity from strangers. He enjoyed his freedom, happy to see his range of observation grow. Where his family had been beastly, the outside world was so much more savage. (I'll add this to his bio, probably. I didn't realize I was doing this.)
Uh, but he's in bits and pieces, like last semester when I sort of alluded to how he killed his own accent. He pulled sort of a "Thirteenth Warrior" Antonio Banderas thing, where he was seemingly mute for a bit before speaking up in a language/accent that sounded nothing like Dunbroch. The Guild was great for being exposed to people from everywhere, so he probably used already existing understanding of what his own voice sounded like to create something completely different. In more recent years, we see that manifesting as his using accents to keep up disguises. He got lazy as Bram, but he's used an accent from Camelot and I'd wager he's been practicing his Ulstead and Arendelle dialects. Agrabah is probably a culture he's in the process of learning, too, though just when he thinks he's got it, it keeps unfolding itself like a flower.
So he's my tall, scary, patchwork boyfriend.
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