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| Matthew Ellis, gentleman tattooist, adventurer of the electric age |
| Master Matthew Ellis came from the stock of good, solid working folk; his father toiling with the aeronautical crews spawned from the work of the Wrights and followed by Pearson, and his mother holding positions from the serving of some of the area's finest roasted fowl, to the overseeing of electro-mechanized systems based on the difference engines of the Babbage line. Matthew seemed designated to become the same. Yet it wasn't hard to see that he longed for more. After attendance and graduation (Magna Cum Laude) at the Pavilion of arts at the Academy of York, Matthew, then a young man, harrowed and haunted the local alehouses of York's elected epicenter, Toronto. |
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It was in these later years of the last century that our hero stumbled upon the mystical art of the tattoo. |
| Having dabbled in the art of electrical tattooing during his time at York, he temporarily tucked the diversion away in order to conclude his scholarly pursuits. Now, after much perambulation and carousing on Queen Street, he found himself at the stately Stainless Studios, where under the tutelage of nouveau Fakir and germaphobe Thomas Brazda, Matthew became utterly fascinated and enthralled with the numinous art form. After a brief stint honing his craft with the electrical oscillating flesh perforators of Edison, O'Reilly and Walters at Stainless, Matthew moved on to a more enticing position in the northern sector of the city. |