the puppeteer // enoch o'connor
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  • Parts 4
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Ongoing, First published Dec 29, 2016
Callum McGregor.

A tall lanky boy who has shadows hiding underneath his sleeves. He can manipulate them in many ways, one of where he can multiply them into small, lanky, and gaunt-like creatures.

Most Peculiars call him the puppeteer. Mainly because he can make his shadows 'possess' random objects and trinkets. Like a doll for example. It starts by the shadows eerily flooding out of Callum's sleeve, dancing around his forearm, then snaking around his fingers. Then they make their way to the porcelain doll, entering in the mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. Then immediately the doll jolts 'awake' and the eyes would always be glowing a dull blue color. Despite the dark shade of color, there is still beauty in it.

As Callum McGregor always says,

                         "There is beauty in everything."

Just like he could see the beauty in the boy who can bring the dead back to 'life'.
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