The Event Character Teaser - Hieronymus

Hieronymus - September Circa 1700

Circa 1700, deep in the forest of the Pacific Northwest

Your sister’s husband Hieronymus, trying to set out on his own! Growing up sickly, he didn’t exactly have much in the name of skills to make his way. He also wasn’t the most book learned.

His eyes constantly sunken, and tired, you wondered how you could possibly survive as a lumber worker. But that was his dream! Clearing massive patches of land, building a beautiful cabin and settling down with your sister, making a family and a name for himself!

It had been the better part of the year since he had moved out into those woods on the other side of the country. And your sister was begging you to see if he was even still alive! The letters home stopped almost a year ago, and there’s no way to know what had happened.

Your first letter arrived on your sister’s doorstep two weeks after you set out.

“Sister! I found him! And let’s just say, the weather here suits his temper! And how!! I found the cabin, completed and enormous in its majesty! You will definitely love it! But your husband… I would tell you to brace yourself, but I don’t think any amount of forewarning could prepare you adequately!

In the year since he left, he has grown. Lord, he has grown! Sister, he makes me look small! He took my hand in his, shaking it, and I swear, I thought he was going to pull my arm off! His biceps threaten the fabric of his shirt even while unflexed!

You will have to get making some new attire for him! What he has now is overstretched and fit to burst at a moment notice! I didn’t even think it was him, were it not for his eyes! I cannot fathom how I went from looking down at him too now training my neck upwards! He truly looks like one of Barnum‘s strong men! I watched him lift and then carry a recently felled tree with ease! And he navigates the forest, barefoot! With not even a scratch on his tremendous toes! Every muscle seems tense, and coiled as if ready to grow anew!

Gone is his sickly pallor! His new constitution thrive! Thick hair coursing over his frame as if he skinned a bear himself and wore its coat! Goodness it’s altogether remarkable!

You will have a wonderful time! We will have the money saved up in no time , and you’ll be ready to move! Be ready for my future correspondence!”

She was delighted, of course! Especially upon gazing at the crude caricature drawn by some artisan at the local bar. Stunned at the sheer tremendous size of her husband! She was on cloud nine until she received another correspondence a week later. It started:

“Dearest sister, Hieronymus is not what he seems…”