Description
I do not own this picture. psychokittyannie of Deviant art created the original picture and I erased teh wing on the pictureName: Parson Lessard
Age: 10
Birthday: August 31
Turned: September 22
Species: Vampire
Parson suffers from severe Dyslexia and discalculia. this means moth letters and numbers have a tendency to shift on him and all efforts fo reading and math have failed.
Personality
Slightly sociopathic, but not much, so it's okay.
He fears frogs and insects, considering both disgusting animals. He also believes that the stray dog population would be dramatically decreased if he was simply allowed to practice his hobby of dissection on the animals.
Drinking from Maleficus' blood, Parson has obtained 'Corruption's Blessing/Curse'. Because of it, there is a connection between him and Maleficus. This bond, although weak, is both physical and mental and will develop within the passing days.
Stage 1 - In stage one, the blessing is only working it's way into the target's constitution, intertwining itself into their very DNA. Depending on the individual, side effects may occur slower or quicker than with others. Side effects include...
-Nightmares depicting horrific scenes and events with perfect clarity as if one is actually there.
-Violent hallucinations.
-Heightened sensitivity to the arcane.
-A gained sense of Maleficus' presence and energies.
-Slightly Heightened speed.
-Slightly Heightened healing factor.
-Lv.1 Craving for Maleficus' blood.{ Ex. A child wanting candy}
-Increased hostility.{ More violent in nature. Status:Mild}
-Periodic excruciating pains. {Extreme Migraines, Intense stomach and chest pains.}
Equipment
Touch of fatigue
A necromantic cantrip, this fledgling necormancer’s one ability is to simply remove a small amount oflife energy from an animal or person, and to cause them to be slightly more tired. This lasts for three rounds.
Necromancer's Knife
Stolen from his mother, this knife has the ability to dehydrate if left inside of flesh for very long.
Cheap Red Lighter
Given to him for his protection, Parson has the ability to summon his mother's hellbeast Scamp by flicking this on.
Parson has a very curious hobby of animal dissection. As such, he keeps a dissection kit in a black doctor's bag, along with a few extras.
Dissection kit:
Surgical scissors, iris scissors, tissue forceps, scalpel handle,
scalpel blades, probe with angled tip, dissection needles, dropping pipette,
dissecting pins, rigid metal ruler, and case.
Fine Bone Saw
Razor Blade
History
It didn't take long for Parson's first family, his birth family, to realize something was wrong with their boy. No matter how they disciplined him, he seemed hell bent on being cruel to everyone about him. A bully and a brat all in one, Parson could not have told you much about his family, other than he hated them.
So he took care of them, as they slept. The actions could have landed the young boy in jail, for murdering his parents and his baby sister. But he ran away after the crime, taking to the streets with ease. It wasn't long until he ended up with a favorite haunt of sort. Gambit's Bar was dangerous, horrifying, and all around exactly what he needed.
There he met, and began to torture and torment, the girl who would be his new sister. It didn't take long after meeting the small twisted girl for him to meet Sanina, who would be his new mother. His new mother who was clearly no more in her right mind than the rest of the small family, as she carried around the skeletal remains of a young girl, whom she called Jezebell.
Parson, who could barely read, and was often a crude young boy, turned out to have necromantic powers, that his new mother 'Nina' began to teach him. He even slowly began to accept his sister Bethany, though he would never be nice to her, he would be nicer. It was to his advantage to be nice to his family after all, even if both sister and mother were touched.
What many do not realize about Parson is that he positively loathes his Aunt Kaitlynn. Not only does she think him weird at best, she also shows quite a bit of favoritism to his sister Bethany, at lest in his eyes. With this laothing between them, it only made sense that, on a day when his aunt wasn’t quite herself, she turned Parson into a vampire.
So begins...
Parson Lessard shrugs. "Nina treats her like she's alive. Like she's a baby. Maybe a pretty blanket to ra her in or soemthing?" He shrugged.
Parson Lessard sighed. "Beth's easy to buy thigns for. I buy her a toy or a pretty dress and she's happy." He sighed and picked up Moby dick, fixing the book. "Here's your book back, Uriel."
Parson Lessard put it on the bed next to him and nodded. "Okay then. One day I'll read it, you'll see."
Parson Lessard nodded. "When Nina feels like teaching me, yeah. Why?" he ws trying hard to learn so many things right now.
Parson Lessard raced down the stairs happily and tripped over the last step, recovering before he fell. He could feel Uriel in the bar! Where the sense came from he knew better than to question, but he could feel his mentor and very nearly through himself at the man in a hug.
"Look! Look Uriel, what I did!" He thrust a piece of paper in Uriel's face and beamed. Copied on it very poorly were several simply three letter words, and his name, sloppily written. Several letters were backward throughout, but the boy didn't care. He didn't actually know, to tell the truth.
"Look! And guess what? Nina is gonna teach me a new trick! I can't remember what it's called, so I'll have to ask."
Parson Lessard beamed. "I don't remember, really. I don't' have ti quite right anyway, but shes gonna teach me another can trip. Says I have to pick a direction to specialize in soon though, I don't know what."
He really didn't. She worked with raising most, so he may do that. But Uriel was smart, and would have some idea. "What do you think?"
Parson Lessard sighed. "I meant of necromancy. You already know i'm not coming with you. I only just got a family!" If Uriel kept insisting, he may decide to try and bight him again. Not that it had gone so well last time.
Parson Lessard sighed and hugged Uriel. 'Are you going to go travel soon?" the boy pulled a bottle of blood out of one of his all too deep pockets and sipped at it, lessening his instincts somewhat. "You're not allowed, you know. Not til I can you-know-what."
Parson Lessard stares at Uriel. "I don't save people. I nom them" He paused. "Do you like that word, nom? I heard someone use it, and decided I liked it." He beamed. "I'm gonna kill a full grown man one day! That'll be pretty fun. Super hard though!"
Parson Lessard frowned. "When you leave I'm going to have to. the one guy said he's not allowed to sell or give the blood away. It's a family mix." He shrugged and sighed.
Parson Lessard nodded. "Yeah, kinda. I can find it for sure." He smiled slightly. "It's no where near Gambit's, but I think I lived near a graveyard once." Or had spent the night in it, curled agaisnt a headstone in hopes of blcoking some of the chill wind. that was when he was human though.
Parson Lessard frowned. "What are you talking about? this realm? you mean the city, right?" He sighed and finished off his blood, before huffing. "Nina will keep me safe. Besides, only jer attack little kids, and I'm kinda stuck as a kid."
Parson Lessard nodded. "Beisdes, we're vampires. We live forever, right?" He grinned. 'Unless we're killed, but that's not going to happen, and you and I both know it." He thoguht a moment: "You're not like the kitties, after all."
Parson Lessard slide down the rail into Gambit's feeling slightly peckish. this was mostly not a problem except he was still rather new to the whole vampire thing, and had drunk the blood Uriel had been giving him, so was rather out.
So he came downstairs, to avoid chewing on his sister, and incurring the wrath on Nina, should she actually notice a difference. Which would really only be an issue if he accidentally killed Beth.
He glanced around Gambit's hopefully, but sort of gave up on the basis of a distinct lack of good prey for a boy vampire. It really sucked when despite being stronger you could keep him away by putting your hand on his head and just holding your arm out.
Parson Lessard sneezed at Kisa and covered his nose. Now that was just unfair temptation right there, really it was. "You smell funny."
He was very blunt about it too. "Like Candy and blood." He paused, looked her outfit over and winced. "Also, you're kinda half naked, and should put on clothes more than just a bra and skirt."
Parson Lessard winced at his sisters calls, and turned to look. That was exactly who he was trying to avoid. "Beth! You should really go back upstairs. I'll get room service to deliver lunch, but please go back."
Unlike an adult, Beth made perfect prey, and all his instincts insisted he drink her blood. After all, she was weaker and smaller than him, and wouldn't be able to simply pick him up like an adult might. The only thing stopping him was she was his sister, and he loved her.
But he was so hungry! The boy whimpered and pressed his hand harder against his nose in an attempt not to smell.
Parson Lessard winced and hugged his sister, burying his nose in his neck to avoid Kisa's scent. Oh. Oh that was the wrong thing to do, on so many many levels. Oh, his teeth ached and he sneezed again, trying to force the scent of blood out of his nose. It wasn't working. Between Kisa and Beth the poor boy was doomed.
He bit his bottom lip and forced himself not to breath. It wasn't like he had to, it was just habit. "You're sister must like dressing you like a whore. Except, I've seen the ladies on street corners, and they at least where clothes that cover them more."
He swayed as he suppressed the instinct, still hugging Beth, though the hug had tightened so she wouldn't be able to escape, without him noticing. Kisa smelled funny, but Beth smelled so good, and he couldn't help but breath once more to take in her scent.
Parson Lessard shivered and shook his head. "I came down here so I wouldn't eat you idiot." He grumbled, his fangs aching in longing. "'Nina left to go do stuff. Necromantic stuff, probably." He glared at Kisa.
"Also, I wouldn't drink your blood if you were the last one on earth. you smell like candy, and you're probably poison. Go away." He stared at her harshly. "Plus, aren't you claimed or something? Do you really think i'm so stupid as to touch another vampire's meal ticket? I'm just a kid, I'd be slaughtered!"
"Beth, could you move your hair from you neck, please?" He gave up. Maybe he could take only a little. He was sure Nina wouldn't mind if he didn't kill her, at least.
Parson Lessard stood and carried Beth to a booth, if she allowed of course, though if she struggled, she'd likely be dragged, away from Kisa, to comfort the little girl as best he could. "There. No maybe she'll leave us alone. If not, I'm sure I can just call Scamp. He'd make he leave."
The boy grumbled but too the ribbon from Beth's pocket and pulled her hair back in it loosely, unable to make it stay tight. It was a low slung ponytail, but he tied the bow on it carefully none the less. the bow it self was horribly lopsided and not well done, but would hold. "There."
He sniffed again and smiled, holding beth tight in his lap, so she couldn't escape. "You gotta learn how to tie stuff on your own."
Parson Lessard snorted at it and nodded, "I see. A little more practice and I'm sure you'll be able to make it pretty." He may be mean and cruel to everyone else, and even mean to Beth an awful lot, but he adored his baby sister. which is why he left in the first place. the boy thought a moment, and frowned. "Beth?"
He bite his bottom lip, careful not to pierce it with his fangs,before he decided on a good cover story. "Beth, I'm gonna kiss your neck okay, and it's gonna hurt a bit, but it'll make you sleep, okay?" Hopefully. If all went well. "Don't worry or scream, mm'kay? I just...I need to make you sleep, while I take care of that creepy lady who knew your name, okay? So you don't see it or hear it or nothing."
Hopefully she would fall for it. He hated to do it this way, but he was smaller than most everyone in the bar but Beth, so she really was his only choice for a meal.
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