Description
Name: Parson Lessard
birth name: Parson Brandon Waters
Age: 10
Birthday: August 31
Turned: September 22
Height: 3' 8"
Reason: Malnourished for several years of his life, stunting his growth severely. Plus his birth parents were both short people.
Weight: 45.5 lbs
Reason: slightly underweight Parson put on some weight before he was turned. Just enough that while he is lighter than he should be, he is not necessarily unhealthy.
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.
Equipment
Shadow Step
Parson has the ability to step through the shadows in a form of teleportation. This requires a shadow big enough for the boy to fit in.
Touch of fatigue
A necromantic cantrip, this fledgling necormancer’s first 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.
Ghoul's Touch
Causes localized paralysis of the area touched. Lasts four rounds.
Drain life
It drains the life out of something, and transfers it to Parson. He could use it to heal injuries, like feeding on blood would give him strength, only more potent immediate affects. Effects are immediate.
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
A 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 least in his eyes. With this loathing between them, it only made sense that, on a day when his aunt wasn’t quite herself, she turned Parson into a vampire.
Parson has since gained some sort of equilibrium and is a well known name in the human parts business, as he kills his people himself. He is wanted by the Wing City Police Department for an incident of blood which he slaughtered every single doctor on duty at Wing City General Hospital. While he was caught once, and put on trial, the boy was declared criminally insane and put instead in a High Security Institute meant for insane supernaturals. His mother was kind enough to break him out and Parson now lives not above Gambit's but in the same house as his grandfather and his mother.
So begins...
Parson moved closer to Hush slowly, so as to not spook that cat. "Here kitty kitty kitty. Come to Parson." He beckoned, moving steadily closer to Hush. He was gonna kill it, and skin it, and then make it into something to give to Beth. O just kill it.
Parson glared over to Bethany. "I'm over here Beth! What'chu want? Go back to sleep, stupid." He snarled, leaving Hush alone, for now. He had a baby sister to sit on now.
And he meant sit on. He fully planned on sitting on the kid now. Even if she was growing on him. Sort of.
Parson resisted the urge to smack Beth. "Don'
Parson resisted the urge to smack Beth. "Don't make me hurt you. And bad dreams happen. Get over it." Nonetheless, he let her hug him.
Though he certainly didn't return it. He was too busy glaring at the cat. Stupid cat and it's stupid snickering. He would kill it too.
He hated cats.
Parson smirked, plotting darkly. "Hey Beth, how would you like another cat, to be a mommy for your kitten?" He asked her, cruelty shining in his eyes. "I have to make it sleep first though. So I need you to hold on to her."
He couldn't tell a cats gender at a glance. But he would kill this stupid cat. It was taunting him. Stupid cat.
Parson smirked down at his little sister. Finally he had a purpose for her. Animals actually liked the brat! "But Beth, if I don't put him to sleep, then he might run away. You don't want your kitten's new mommy to run away, do you?" He pointed out, logically.
He glared at Hush furiously. Oh. Oh that stupid cat would die. He would kill it.
Parson yelped as the Beth dropped hush and ran off. Quickly, so as to not get in toruble, the boy chases after her. "Beth! Beth get back here! Stop running away, you little brat!" this was fast becoming a daily thing, this chase.
If she wasn't careful, he'd lose patience and put her to sleep too!
Parson caught up with Beth and glared up at Viktor Vetrano. The ten year old boy put a hand on his little sister shoulder. Oh, how dare he make her cry. Didn't he know that he was the only one allowed to torture Beth so. "What'd you say! You leave my sister alone." He snarled, high protective of what he considered his.
And Beth was his. His to torture and torment, and put kittens in her bed. Dead ones cut into itty bitty pieces.
Parson let Beth hug him, though he refused to return it. "You better 'pologize! Everyone knows I'm the only one allowed to be mean to Beth." She was his toy! His! As the man walked away, he stuck his tongue out at him then, seeing that he left, glared down at Beth.
Whack! He hit her hard on the back of her head. "Don't run off stupid! If you don't run off then stupid weirdos won't be mean!"
When Raphael pushed Beth out of the way he snarled darkly. "Ass!"
Parson laughed as Beth began to curse. "Hey Beth, want to learn some more new words?" Oh this would be fun. He bet that stupid Beth would say yes, then then get in huge trouble for saying them.
"People like these words, especially if you just sort of yell them randomly."
Parson snickered at this and nodded. "Of course." He whispered curse words into her ear, looking pleased as could be. "Now I want you to go call someone, like maybe that mean man from earlier, one of the words that starts with b, okay? I'll watch here."
Parson laughed and walked over to Beth. " I think you chose the right work Beth! I don't think he's that much of a man, to be mean to my sister." Of course, what did that say about him?
Parson snickered. Oh this was going to be fun, making her in a very bad girl. "Liar. You made her cry. You're just like Beth said." He looked entirely too pleased that he had gotten his baby sister to curse. "You're a stupid liar."
Parson moved to kick Viktor in the shin. "Speak English. Don't you know we speak English here? You stupid man!" He shouted, having decided he didn't like him. "I hope you die." He told him, mostly pouting over the fact that Beth got candy and he didn't.
Parson crossed his arms. "If I kill you, will you stay dead. Beth's kitty didn't." He pointed out. His confusion over death was caused mostly by the phenomenon.
Which was a phenomenon at all considering Sanina was a necromancer and she was caring for the two.
As Beth begins to curse more, he smirked statisfied.
Parson stared at Viktor, unimpressed. "Nina raises zombies. I like cutting them up into itty bitty pieces to see how they work. I'd find you and cut you up." He was one sick puppy. One very sick puppy. "Beth, come on. Let's leave this bitch alone." Besides, he had to go catch more bats for Nina.
He sighed an half dragged the little girl with him, so long as she didn't resist. That man was a jerk. A big fat jerk.
Parson slipped down the stairs and to the bar, dragging a large greyhound corpse behind him. He fully intended on finding out why the dog was so thin, naturally. By dissecting it. In the middle of the bar.
Parson looked up at his 'mother's' voice and sighed, dragging the dead dog with him. "Nina?" He asked her, wanting to know what she needed. "Whom do I get to meet?" She didn't introduce him to too many after all.
"I was about to play with this dog I found." Okay so he had stolen it from a greyhound race track and murdered it, but close enough.
Parson turned away from his mother and waved his hand in the air. "I'm over here Beth! and I have an R in my name. It's Parson, and Pa'son." Her grumbled under his breath that she was a stupid brat. Mostly because he didn't want Nina to hear. Despite living with her, he still hadn't realized exactly what she was.
Parson rolled his eyes. "That's cause your were asleep dummy." He said, letting her cry against him. "You should have just gone right back to bed, you idiot." He grumbled, looking annoyed. "You would have dreamt something different."
Sympathy? Him? Never! In fact, he'd likely punch her before he'd comfort her. Ever. "And it's Parson. Par-son."
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