Famous Owens

Famous Owens
art by @glassgoblin
Basic Information
Position	Lineup Player
Team	Hades Tigers
Former Team(s)	Breckenridge Jazz Hands
Status	Incinerated
Batting	(6.6)
Pitching	(5.4)
Defense	(4.4)
Running	(5.0)
Items	Bat ● Frosty Passionate Socks ●●○ Rubber Cannon ●●
Dates Active	Jul 20, 2020–present
External Links	Blaseball-Reference Player Changes Player Page
Personal Information
Evolution	Base 2
Peanut Allergy	Not Allergic
Pregame Ritual	Essential oils
Coffee Style	Anything
Blood Type	Fire
Fate	20
Biographical Details
Pronouns	They/Them
Species	Your Darkest Desire
Other Background Information
Dislikes	Tillman Henderson

Famous Owens is a lineup player for the Hades Tigers, and has been with the team since Season 1. Owens briefly played for the Breckenridge Jazz Hands on Season 23, Day 95, as the result of experiencing two Feedback events in the same game.

Official League Records

Owens joined the ILB as a pitcher for the Hades Tigers with the Return of Blaseball.

Owens pitched a game in all three series of the Tigers' Season 4 championship run, and went undefeated en route to the league title, an accolade shared with Yazmin Mason.

In the Season 9 elections, Owens was affected by the Tag Team Pitching blessing, increasing their pitching rating from to .

During the Tigers' Season 12 push for a championship, Owens pitched three games, recording two shut outs and conceding only a single run, proving instrumental in the Tigers winning their third title. Significantly, Owens would pitch the first perfect game under the Tigers' name during the 4th and final game of the Wild League Finals against the Hellmouth Sunbeams with 7 strikeouts recorded. Subsequently, Owens Evolved to Base 1, protecting their stars from dropping below 1.

In the Season 14 elections, Owens benefited from the Non-Dominant Arms blessing, increasing their pitching 3.4 ★-> 3.6 ★.

Owens gained Fire type blood in the Season 16 elections as a result of the Fiery blessing.

During Season 17, Owens Partied twice, increasing their batting to , Pitching to , Baserunning to , and Defence to .

During the Season 18 elections, Owens Evolved from Base 1 to Base 2 as a result of the Targeted Evolution Blessing, thus becoming the first player in the ILB to reach Base 2.

During the Season 19 elections, Owens retreated to the Tigers' Shadows in exchange for Mummy Melcon as a result of the Tigers' Foreshadow will, resulting in a combined 16.2 → 16.7 stat increase.

On Season 21, Day 114, Owens joined the Tigers' lineup in exchange for Matteo Triumphant at Sixth Circle Stadium via the Ratified Voicemail.

During the Season 21 elections, Owens' batting increased from 4.2 → 5.4 as a result of the Tigers' Shadow Infuse Will.

On Season 23, Day 95, Owens was exchanged to the Breckenridge Jazz Hands due to Feedback. Owens was replaced by Spears Rogers. The two were exchanged back to their original teams later that game in the last possible moment.

On Season 24, Day 1, Owens siphoned some of Atlantis Georgias hitter Geraldine Frost's batting ability in a game with Blooddrain weather.

COMMUNITY REPORTS
The remainder of this article contains lore created collaboratively by the Blaseball community.

Box of Famous Owens Files

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“Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed? I know not; despair had not yet taken possession of me; my feelings were those of rage and revenge. I could with pleasure have destroyed the cottage and its inhabitants and have glutted myself with their shrieks and misery.

“When night came I quitted my retreat and wandered in the wood; and now, no longer restrained by the fear of discovery, I gave vent to my anguish in fearful howlings. I was like a wild beast that had broken the toils, destroying the objects that obstructed me and ranging through the wood with a stag-like swiftness. Oh! What a miserable night I passed! The cold stars shone in mockery, and the bare trees waved their branches above me; now and then the sweet voice of a bird burst forth amidst the universal stillness. All, save I, were at rest or in enjoyment; I, like the arch-fiend, bore a hell within me, and finding myself unsympathised with, wished to tear up the trees, spread havoc and destruction around me, and then to have sat down and enjoyed the ruin.

“But this was a luxury of sensation that could not endure; I became fatigued with excess of bodily exertion and sank on the damp grass in the sick impotence of despair. There was none among the myriads of men that existed who would pity or assist me; and should I feel kindness towards my enemies? No; from that moment I declared everlasting war against the species, and more than all, against him who had formed me and sent me forth to this insupportable misery.

“The sun rose; I heard the voices of men and knew that it was impossible to return to my retreat during that day. Accordingly I hid myself in some thick underwood, determining to devote the ensuing hours to reflection on my situation.

“The pleasant sunshine and the pure air of day restored me to some degree of tranquillity; and when I considered what had passed at the cottage, I could not help believing that I had been too hasty in my conclusions. I had certainly acted imprudently. It was apparent that my conversation had interested the father in my behalf, and I was a fool in having exposed my person to the horror of his children. I ought to have familiarised the old De Lacey to me, and by degrees to have discovered myself to the rest of his family, when they should have been prepared for my approach. But I did not believe my errors to be irretrievable, and after much consideration I resolved to return to the cottage, seek the old man, and by my representations win him to my party.

“These thoughts calmed me, and in the afternoon I sank into a profound sleep; but the fever of my blood did not allow me to be visited by peaceful dreams. The horrible scene of the preceding day was for ever acting before my eyes; the females were flying and the enraged Felix tearing me from his father’s feet. I awoke exhausted, and finding that it was already night, I crept forth from my hiding-place, and went in search of food.

“When my hunger was appeased, I directed my steps towards the well-known path that conducted to the cottage. All there was at peace. I crept into my hovel and remained in silent expectation of the accustomed hour when the family arose. That hour passed, the sun mounted high in the heavens, but the cottagers did not appear. I trembled violently, apprehending some dreadful misfortune. The inside of the cottage was dark, and I heard no motion; I cannot describe the agony of this suspense.

“Presently two countrymen passed by, but pausing near the cottage, they entered into conversation, using violent gesticulations; but I did not understand what they said, as they spoke the language of the country, which differed from that of my protectors. Soon after, however, Felix approached with another man; I was surprised, as I knew that he had not quitted the cottage that morning, and waited anxiously to discover from his discourse the meaning of these unusual appearances.

“‘Do you consider,’ said his companion to him, ‘that you will be obliged to pay three months’ rent and to lose the produce of your garden? I do not wish to take any unfair advantage, and I beg therefore that you will take some days to consider of your determination.’

“‘It is utterly useless,’ replied Felix; ‘we can never again inhabit your cottage. The life of my father is in the greatest danger, owing to the dreadful circumstance that I have related. My wife and my sister will never recover from their horror. I entreat you not to reason with me any more. Take possession of your tenement and let me fly from this place.’

“Felix trembled violently as he said this. He and his companion entered the cottage, in which they remained for a few minutes, and then departed. I never saw any of the family of De Lacey more.

“I continued for the remainder of the day in my hovel in a state of utter and stupid despair. My protectors had departed and had broken the only link that held me to the world. For the first time the feelings of revenge and hatred filled my bosom, and I did not strive to control them, but allowing myself to be borne away by the stream, I bent my mind towards injury and death. When I thought of my friends, of the mild voice of De Lacey, the gentle eyes of Agatha, and the exquisite beauty of the Arabian, these thoughts vanished and a gush of tears somewhat soothed me. But again when I reflected that they had spurned and deserted me, anger returned, a rage of anger, and unable to injure anything human, I turned my fury towards inanimate objects. As night advanced, I placed a variety of combustibles around the cottage, and after having destroyed every vestige of cultivation in the garden, I waited with forced impatience until the moon had sunk to commence my operations.

“As the night advanced, a fierce wind arose from the woods and quickly dispersed the clouds that had loitered in the heavens; the blast tore along like a mighty avalanche and produced a kind of insanity in my spirits that burst all bounds of reason and reflection. I lighted the dry branch of a tree and danced with fury around the devoted cottage, my eyes still fixed on the western horizon, the edge of which the moon nearly touched. A part of its orb was at length hid, and I waved my brand; it sank, and with a loud scream I fired the straw, and heath, and bushes, which I had collected. The wind fanned the fire, and the cottage was quickly enveloped by the flames, which clung to it and licked it with their forked and destroying tongues.

“As soon as I was convinced that no assistance could save any part of the habitation, I quitted the scene and sought for refuge in the woods.

“And now, with the world before me, whither should I bend my steps? I resolved to fly far from the scene of my misfortunes; but to me, hated and despised, every country must be equally horrible. At length the thought of you crossed my mind. I learned from your papers that you were my father, my creator; and to whom could I apply with more fitness than to him who had given me life? Among the lessons that Felix had bestowed upon Safie, geography had not been omitted; I had learned from these the relative situations of the different countries of the earth. You had mentioned Geneva as the name of your native town, and towards this place I resolved to proceed.

“But how was I to direct myself? I knew that I must travel in a southwesterly direction to reach my destination, but the sun was my only guide. I did not know the names of the towns that I was to pass through, nor could I ask information from a single human being; but I did not despair. From you only could I hope for succour, although towards you I felt no sentiment but that of hatred. Unfeeling, heartless creator! You had endowed me with perceptions and passions and then cast me abroad an object for the scorn and horror of mankind. But on you only had I any claim for pity and redress, and from you I determined to seek that justice which I vainly attempted to gain from any other being that wore the human form.

“My travels were long and the sufferings I endured intense. It was late in autumn when I quitted the district where I had so long resided. I travelled only at night, fearful of encountering the visage of a human being. Nature decayed around me, and the sun became heatless; rain and snow poured around me; mighty rivers were frozen; the surface of the earth was hard and chill, and bare, and I found no shelter. Oh, earth! How often did I imprecate curses on the cause of my being! The mildness of my nature had fled, and all within me was turned to gall and bitterness. The nearer I approached to your habitation, the more deeply did I feel the spirit of revenge enkindled in my heart. Snow fell, and the waters were hardened, but I rested not. A few incidents now and then directed me, and I possessed a map of the country; but I often wandered wide from my path. The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food; but a circumstance that happened when I arrived on the confines of Switzerland, when the sun had recovered its warmth and the earth again began to look green, confirmed in an especial manner the bitterness and horror of my feelings.

“I generally rested during the day and travelled only when I was secured by night from the view of man. One morning, however, finding that my path lay through a deep wood, I ventured to continue my journey after the sun had risen; the day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy. Soft tears again bedewed my cheeks, and I even raised my humid eyes with thankfulness towards the blessed sun, which bestowed such joy upon me.

“I continued to wind among the paths of the wood, until I came to its boundary, which was skirted by a deep and rapid river, into which many of the trees bent their branches, now budding with the fresh spring. Here I paused, not exactly knowing what path to pursue, when I heard the sound of voices, that induced me to conceal myself under the shade of a cypress. I was scarcely hid when a young girl came running towards the spot where I was concealed, laughing, as if she ran from someone in sport. She continued her course along the precipitous sides of the river, when suddenly her foot slipped, and she fell into the rapid stream. I rushed from my hiding-place and with extreme labour, from the force of the current, saved her and dragged her to shore. She was senseless, and I endeavoured by every means in my power to restore animation, when I was suddenly interrupted by the approach of a rustic, who was probably the person from whom she had playfully fled. On seeing me, he darted towards me, and tearing the girl from my arms, hastened towards the deeper parts of the wood. I followed speedily, I hardly knew why; but when the man saw me draw near, he aimed a gun, which he carried, at my body and fired. I sank to the ground, and my injurer, with increased swiftness, escaped into the wood.

“This was then the reward of my benevolence! I had saved a human being from destruction, and as a recompense I now writhed under the miserable pain of a wound which shattered the flesh and bone. The feelings of kindness and gentleness which I had entertained but a few moments before gave place to hellish rage and gnashing of teeth. Inflamed by pain, I vowed eternal hatred and vengeance to all mankind. But the agony of my wound overcame me; my pulses paused, and I fainted.

“For some weeks I led a miserable life in the woods, endeavouring to cure the wound which I had received. The ball had entered my shoulder, and I knew not whether it had remained there or passed through; at any rate I had no means of extracting it. My sufferings were augmented also by the oppressive sense of the injustice and ingratitude of their infliction. My daily vows rose for revenge—a deep and deadly revenge, such as would alone compensate for the outrages and anguish I had endured.

“After some weeks my wound healed, and I continued my journey. The labours I endured were no longer to be alleviated by the bright sun or gentle breezes of spring; all joy was but a mockery which insulted my desolate state and made me feel more painfully that I was not made for the enjoyment of pleasure.

Trivia

• In spite of their manifold interdimensional manifestations, a consistent aspect of Owens is their friendship with Dunlap Figueroa. This was on full display during the Season 16 wild card round; after Figueroa was attacked by Consumers, Owens thwarted the second attempt by storming the field of play with their bat in hand, shattering it across a consumer's head to defend their teammate.
• Ayanna Dumpington is the bane of the existence of at least some of the Famouss, such as 11.903 (raccoon), 12.19 (Other), 18.18 (maybe Zeus?), 27.614 (deeply sketchy demon) due to her constantly insisting that they hydrate and cannonballing into the team pool/Owens' pool whenever they is in the splash zone. Famous Owens IF-238.91 doesn't really understand all the fuss, but thinks Dumpington is doing a just swell job.
  • Nonetheless, Owens delights in helping Dumpington find the most flamboyant and fashionable of new fits.
• Owens appears friendly with new Tiger Lottie Ceilingfan, though the details of their friendship are unknown. The younger player appears to be on good terms with Owens with Owens taking an almost older siblinglike relationship with her.

Fan Works

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  Mini-Blaseballer by @HetreaSky

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  Famous Owens by @glassgoblin

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  Famous Owens by @juangeedraws

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  Hiroto Wilcox and Famous Owens by @juangeedraws

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  Dunlap Figueroa, Hiroto Wilcox, and Famous by @glassgoblin

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  art by majestic-salad

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  Owens and Lottie Ceilingfan, by majestic-salad

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  by @_pysics