Daw Blackburn

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Head of the Guile, and "dirty" scientist of Pavilion.

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Copied from the Story World docs - July 24th.

DAW BLACKBURN

Daw Blackburn has a lot of pride in Pavilion. He doesn’t really understand the world, but tries damn hard. He sees Pavilion as his to protect, and has a deep seeded feeling that he can’t explain, that something is being stolen from them.

Daw is dangerous. He feels violated by what they’re doing upstairs, but like all the dirty scientists before him he’s forced to keep the secret. He would die for anyone in Pavilion and murder the lot of Waldron’s Gate to save them. He never thinks of Eila as topside, and from the moment he meets her he keeps saying over and over like an annoying uncle that she belongs down there with them. He has to do this to reinforce it to himself, so that he can see the rest of Waldron’s Gate as the enemy.

Daw is intense, and frightening when quiet. No one in The Guile, or Eila, know what he’s thinking when quiet, and that makes him like a bomb about to explode.

Dirty scientists also act as priests for The Guile. They have a confessional where members of The Guile confess things to him before sleeping. This keeps them from getting into the Blunderbuss. Because the mind is able to upload them to Daw, it has no need to process them in sleep. No one in The Guile has secrets from Daw, but he is keeper of all.

Being a dirty scientist isn’t a family affair. Though there are multi-generational families in Pavilion, many people show up from nowhere, knowing nothing. From what Daw was told by his predecessor, most dirty scientists find Pavilion this way, same as conduits. He didn’t.

Daw was born in Pavilion. His mom died of the indisposed, like a lot of people in Pavilion do, shortly after his fifth birthday. It took another nine years for heartache to kill his father. Daw fell into The Guile early.

Daw is dead set to get either up to whatever is above them, or through the tunnels before he dies. There’s nothing he cares about more.