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...
"Yeah, but this isn't packaging. It's a box." The boy considered things, went to the kitchen, and came back with a rolling pin, then poked the box. It did not explode. "Huh. Well, it passed the poked by a stick test." But he still wasn't touching it.
He tried to be patient, and almost managed it. Still he moved closer curiously and then looked to the box. Maybe if he shut it, the problem with be fixed. Cheerfully, he reached out, intending on shutting the box. That ought to get rid of the curse. It'd be like in adventure mvoovs, and be sucked right back inside.
Parson yelped and dropped to the ground, not that the magic wouldn't follow. The curse, a simple one, deaged him further, to perhaps four or five. Confused, the little boy looked around. "Mama?" He called out, uncertain. "Sissy?" He was only a day or so away, in his original timeline, from his father killing his mother and sister, and he, in turn, killing his father, and accidentally setting off an electrical fire to burn the building to the ground. "Where am I?" Notably, he didn't call for his father.
There was no other spot in his life to where he could be deaged. Just before he had been cleansed of his curse, in a way, and now, just before his great loss that lead to a life on the streets. As a child, he hadn't had the skills to handle the box, as an adult, he had at least had a chance.
By this point, the boy was looking for a phone on the wall, the concept of a cell phone not occurring to him. "Aunt Catherine?" He said and looked to her concerned. "Are you okay? I was gonna call 911, but I couldn't find the phone!" He rushed over. "I, up, get you ice from the freezer, maybe!" If there was a stool, or a way for him to climb up. He was a small five year old. "Do I need to call 911?"
"Okay, Auntie." He said and headed into the kitchen, climbing on the counter to get to some plastic cups, and then down again, after filling one with some water from the sink and placing it near the edge. Carefully, he picked up the mostly full water cup. "I got you water! Mama says water makes bad things better." And Mama knew that, of course.
Tierge dimensional shifted to Main Street from his restaurant Eat Out and knew that he needed to not go back later. He needed to make sure that, even though Zii was very capable, the restaurant didn't get pummeled by one incident or another. Like the guys fighting at the table before in one incident of ignorance and pompance. However, he needed to find the item was looking for. He knew he needed to speak to the bartender from a certain bar that everyone seemed to love. Tierge didn't drink, so there really was no point in him ever going. His best friend attended that place alot, so he would be going for that reason to. They were expected to meet there.
Tierge started walking down the street toward the bar her knew he would be meeting his friend at, but noticed a man hold a pretty big bag. This man walking past Tierge, and maybe it was the fact that Tierge was magical by nature, but he could sense something quite off about the man. Tierge's vision is like that of a x-ray, but with subtle differences. He can see through all manners of veils, and truly 'see' a persons true nature. With him being under 5 and half feet tall, he saw better than most, and with a varying perspective from his height. But this man seemed to be masking everything about him. Tierge could only see a bright aura about the guy that emanated strength. Nothing more, no colors or perceptive feeling of ethics, no killing intent. Nothing at all. It was odd.
Tierge continued past the guy, hoping nothing would happen as he exited the main street towards the very famous Gambit's Bar. He was sure to see his best friend outside the Gambit Building. He just hoped the other commotion happening across the street with a couple of other people did not get him involved. For the streets of Wing City were like that.
“
Man this city is HUGE!
”
“
*feels a slight tremor of energy*
”
Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
”
As Peter continues down the street in his heavy armor, he glances around. He's searching for someone, even if it takes him forever to find them. All he knows is that they're somewhere in this city. In his momentary thought, his eyes pass over a few people, one of them being the very person he was looking for. They should recognize him easily enough, though, so maybe this mistake won't cost him anything. He turns on his radio, rapidly tuning through frequencies until he finds one, a simple music station. He listens as he advances further down the street.
In a little cafe, just the other side of the border...
Leviathan roared in fury as it burst from the shadows, an incredible thing considering its size. Looming over the historic district of Main Street,
LEVIATHAN had once again emerged.
WHO... DISTURBS... MY... SLUMBER?
it rumbled, drawing upon ancient sands of nostalgia. The windows of Gambit's Bar rattled, surely drawing the attention of any inside.
Leviathan waited for the winds to return a reply, but heard nothing — all but the hum of spacecraft, coming from the bizarre area to the north. Having been asleep for over a decade in his own time, this was a new sound in a city that felt unfamiliar, despite this very creature being there at the beginning.
In a huff, Leviathan stomped off, stepping over one building before crushing another in his slither towards the sound.
RPG
