During the history of the Freehold of Apples, some True Fae have appeared with more frequency. Below are some of the most infamous Gentry to grace the Big Apple.
The Dark ManEdit
Harlem is home to the Dark Man and his crossroads. a knot of hedge-ways known for misfortune and bad luck. The Dark Man is what he's called in Harlem, but in Maine he's known as Old Scratch. In the South, he is known as the Crossroads Man. He is a True Fae, there's no doubt about that, but there is something off about him. Those who have spoken to a True Fae about him say that they saw what they thought was fear come across their faces. Those who have actually spoken to the Dark Man have found him very personal, not in the way the Gentry usually are, he actually seems to understand emotion. That's not to say he's not cruel, indeed he is the amongst the cruellest of the Gentry, precicelly because he knows how human's tick. He is sadistic, charming, and clever, and he does not play by the same rules as the rest of the Gentry.
The Don is a being whose realm is a gangster movie come to life. Dramatic, emotional, and violent, his world consists of grimy urban decay and picturesque country villas, of ruthless killers and doting family men. From his glorious estate he rules over a a feudal hierarchy of hobgoblin and changeling mobsters, each of them trapped in an endless cycle of murder and betrayal. He elevates and rewards his soldiers according to his whim, but each boon companion and moment of respite only exists to make the inevitable loss that much more devastating.
The Don himself is a massive figure, more like a giant crab than a man. His improbable bulk is wrapped up in a perfectly tailored suit of the highest quality. He wears heavy gold rings, smokes expensive cigars, and talks in a raspy voice with a stereotypical Italian accent. When he does speak, it is only in grim platitudes or strange, cryptic stories - he never gives orders, he makes vague suggestions wrapped up in pointed threats. He dies once or twice a decade just so he can have a massive funeral that vacillates between extreme displays of sorrow and heinous acts of retributive violence.
Like in the movies, The Don treats those in his organization like family. And no one ever leaves the family. His most effective servants are the Made Men, slender, faceless killers in sleek black suits. They occupy shadows and the corners of your vision, following, following, watching, reporting back to the Don. Occasionally they deliver an invitation, a small word whispered just behind your ear right before a dozen cable-like limbs wrap around you, tearing your clothes, redressing you in in pinstripes and sleeve-garters because you can't go to the Don looking like that, can you?
The Free Man and The Grand Inquisitor of ClockworksEdit
The Free Man knows the truth. THEY were responsible for it. THEY covered it up. THEY will stop at nothing to catch him, and if they do... So he runs. He runs for his life. He runs, he hides, he hunts down the threads of an ever-deeper web of conspiracy and paranoia that goes further than anyone could possibly imagine. He came to New York on September the 10th, 2001, and hasn't left since. One day, he will find the truth, and when he does, THEY will pay.
Of course, he never will find the truth, because this particular True Fae is having far too much fun indulging his paranoid fantasies of being the only thinking person in a world of brainwashed sheep. His realm is carried around him in a bubble of insanity and paranoia, in which logic and rationality are bizarre fictions. He abducts mortals to act out roles in his delusional story, mostly as the legion of Men In Black who chase him everywhere he goes. Within a block's radius of this crazed, all-powerful hobo, every conspiracy is true, every fantasy reality. Most New Yorkers don't notice, but that's because they're oblivious sheeple. Changelings and other supernatural entities may feel the warping presence, but most of them put their heads down and wait for him to go away.
But what is an anarchist without the Fascistic Tyrant. Enter The Grand Inquisitor of Clockworks, a cold faced man who sits in a room waiting, and fixing the Clocks That Keep the World on Time. Everything must be precisely right with the Grand Inquisitor of Clockworks, whether it be his numerous devices, or his machine-like Realm of machine and smoke. The so-called Free Man, who changes his name every few hours to keep from being found, has been ruining this order, so he creates his faceless Men in Black and Clockwork Soldiers to track him down, so that the Clocks That Keep the World on Time continue to run, for the good of everyone.
The joke is that The Grand Inquisitor of Clockworks is The Free Man. It is the last thing either would expect, and therefore the perfect cover. This becomes a bit complicated when the servants of the Grand Inquisitor or the Free Man run into the other, because they know that their boss is their enemy, they just can't admit it. Those Changelings of the Grand Inquisitor of Clockworks/ Free Man who don't go insane end up becoming expert manipulators, being able to pull amazing gymnastics to get out off being punished for following the orders of their enemy.
Since the Free Man arrived in New York, the Grand Inquisitor of Clockworks has made appearances as a man behind board room deals in secret black offices. He is looking for the Free Man, who has destroyed the Clocks That Keep The World On Time, and for that he must be punished. He tries to find to set up an empire, but the Free Man always shows up to ruin it, as if he knew exactly where to find his secret alliances. And so the fight continues.