Gilkey

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Gilkey is a distillation of alchemical poison.<ref>Distillation of alchemical poison. Don’t know the exact details, but he tried alchemy or someone tried it on him & his Self just went splat, poisons! Poisonous to touch, can turn into a liquid. A regular on the council. More the Lord’s right hand than Deb, I think.- Excerpt from [15.6 Spoilers] Keeping tabs, Thunder Bay</ref>

Personality

He is poison that holds the form of another's self.<ref>He was a capital-S Self and an alchemically inseparable, unblended mass of poison and life that could fill that Self like water filling a jug.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref> All of his memories from before he was created have been erased but he maintains many of the skills he used to have.<ref name=":0" />

He can regain energy by eating other creatures.<ref>The rodents he’d eaten had given him a burst of power, but that was spent in three minutes.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref>

Like many Others he doesn't have a great understanding of technology.<ref>“Do you know what data tracking is?”

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“I don’t know myself,” Gilkey said.  “Except that it might mean people can be tracked.”- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.4</ref>

Relationships

Avery thinks he's cool.<ref>“Sure?  You’ve been cool to me and my friends so far.”- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref>

Gilkey feels as if She who Drowns in Moonlight uses him as a tool.<ref>I am a tool for a greater power, an instrument for her to act through.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref>

Appearance

He has dark clothing and a hat<ref name=":0">Dark clothing, a hat, the apparent strands of hair.  The imprint of his Self was there, like the mouse in it lipid casing, the exterior appearance gone.  There was the shape of a head, of a body, the vague awareness of how to move, and a vague sense of the world.  He had an education but could remember no school, he knew how to talk but could remember no conversations, and he knew of practice, even if he didn’t know how he’d come to it.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref> as well as glowing eyes.<ref>Gilkey.  The shadowy Other with the glowing eyes.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.2</ref>

He has to concentrate to maintain his form, whenever he rests he turns into a dark pool of poisonous liquid.<ref>Gilkey manifested.  He had to be careful when he relaxed, because relaxing meant no longer holding a form, and when he wasn’t holding a form, he was a dangerous presence.  He covered the walls, soaked into the furniture, and pooled on the ground, around a rusted-out barrel that had been dragged to the center of the room.  In the time he’d been resting, no less than nine rodents had died immediately on contact with the liquid, poison transmitted through flesh.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref> He only rests for four hours and never more than once in the same place, he does this to prevent it becoming to contaminated.<ref>Part of that was a system for where he could rest.  He limited himself to four hours at a time, unless it was an area he was certain humans wouldn’t reach, and he never returned to a location, out of concern that the alchemical poisons that ran through him might intensify.

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He only picked locations that were abandoned, scouted in advance to make sure nobody would show up without warning.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref> The effort involved in holding his form causes him to be constantly tired and unable to properly rest.

Ability

Anything he touches becomes poisonous.<ref>Anything he touched could be poison to another person, often mild- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref> It's so toxic it's capable of poisoning spirits, elementals, echos, items and people.<ref name=":1">The poisons were sufficient to poison spirits, elementals, echoes, people, and through these things, even objects.  Spirits of color would die and the object would be stained or bleached.  Spirits of form would perish and the hard would soften, the edges would become rounded.  Spirits of composition would give way, and what had been solid would crumble, with more surface area and lesser spirits divided among the chunks, dying far more easily.  It was a poison that could travel along connections and sicken those around the afflicted.  If practice was performed on him, his being would violently erupt, and there was a chance of that poison spreading along the connection between practice and the person behind it, sickening them in the same way. - Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref> If practice is performed on him his poison will corrupt it and potentially travel along the connection back to the original practitioner.<ref name=":1" />

He's able to sense things connected the Ruins or the Abyss.<ref>Ann was a destroyer and condemned people and things to the Abyss or Ruins, whichever was more appropriate.  He sensed those realms with a sense humans lacked- he had to hold himself together and the metaphysical tug from realms that wanted poison and were resisting his hold made the sources clear enough.  More than usual.  Ann had been busy, furiously preparing herself or preparing something. - Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref>

He's resistant to poison but not immune and may only have between ten to thirty years left.<ref>More to the point, Deb had told him his Self was very resilient against poison but it wasn’t immune.  She’d guessed he had thirty years at the low end of the range and fifty years at the extreme end.  That had been two decades ago.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref>

He's capable of turning into a liquid and can use this to travel undetected.<ref>He surged, his mass flowing along the trail he’d marked out.  A track of oily liquid left by a droplet that ran horizontally instead of vertically became a bulge of liquid, sometimes narrow enough to flow through gaps, other times nearly the mass of his full body.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref>

Chronology

Before the story

A group of alchemist had tried to work together to improve how alchemy was practised before eventually turning on one another.<ref>Twenty years ago, there had been a group of alchemist enclaves working together in this area of Ontario.  They’d heralded themselves as more rational, more clever, their practice one of the ones closer to science.  They had shared goals more often than others.  So they’d work together.

Then the backstabbing, the warfare, the stolen ideas, the individuals who crossed lines.  Creating alchemical constructs that preyed on innocents, chimeric life, augmenting themselves as Hydes, only to spiral like most Hydes did.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref> One of these alchemist either made a mistake or was sabotaged whilst working on something in their garage. Gilkey isn't certain of all the details what happened<ref>There was a story here and he’d resigned himself to never getting the full story.  The evidence had been scoured away.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref> but the house and the area around it was permanently poisoned by the accident, everything inside transmuted, only contained due to hastily set up wards.<ref>Gilkey remembered the grief, the desperate setup of the wards before his brain had turned into gelatin in his skull.  Wards to keep people away and keep the poison contained.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref> A women and her baby and a young child had died as a result, as did their pet dog.<ref>He stopped by a gelatinous mass.  Faint white shapes in the gelatin spelled out the skeleton of the dog it had once been.

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In the bedroom, two skeletons in their own gelatin, the line between body and what had once been sheets impossible to discern.  Both were translucent, both melted like candle wax over the mattress and the wood that had framed it.  One skeleton was a woman.  The other was the child she’d held to her chest as the poison had made them too weak.

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In the living room, a child turned their head to look at him with holes in a gelatinous head, two for the eyes, one for the mouth.  The flesh had dissolved and blended into the half-ring of toys around them.- Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.z</ref>

Modern day

He had been operating the way he had for something like two decades ago.

He was sent to investigate Maricica for the Lord of Thunderbay, she managed to trick him into trying to destroy the primodial beast that was following her.

While he was held within for weeks he failed in his task.

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