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 entered the bar from below, having only stayed so Beth would have someone to run to incase oftrouble. The sleepy young vampire took a seat at the bar, but took a dark bottle from is pocket rather than ordering a drink for himself. Stupid nasty food. Stupid Wing City. He had no clue how ithad happened, but at least hew knew, kinda, what he needed to know now. kinda.
Maybe he could find some sort of book. How to be a vampire 101 or something.
Parson Lessard spotted Tessa. it wasn't hard. She appeared to be speaking to herself, the loon. The little boy walked over to her and crosses his arms, glaring at her. 'Hey, stupid! You better apologize to me!" He glared darkly, trying to look intimidating.
The young boy was determined to get her, and this time he would. After all, he hadn't been a vampire when she had been that mean. Now he was, and could get revenge on the stupid lady.
Parson Lessard grinned widely, showing his new fangs. "Last chance! Apologize, or else!" He didn't specify the or else really hoping she wouldn't apologize. He wanted to beat her up, and get his revenege, and he could now! No one was as strong as him. Or at least she wasn't.
The boy was hoping to try out his cnatripand his new strength onher.
Parson Lessard grinned. "I also killed my mom, stupid. i don't have a mom now, just 'Nina." The boy made to grab Tessa's wrist. 'And now I'm gonna kill you too." If he had managed to grab her wrist, he would sue touch of fatigue on her, intent on tiring her out just a little bit more. Slowing her down some. Stupid mage.
Parson Lessard dodged entirely, over dodged in fact, and ended up several feet to the left. With a laugh, the boy straightened and grinned. "Ha! I'm gonna eat you now,stupid!" With that the boy pushed himself off the ground and launched himself at her, determined to get rid of the her.
He was hoping to tackle her about the middle and knock hr down.
Parson Lessard grinned, and having no experience hunting, wondered what to do next. For now, he needed to get her leg down. "Put your leg down stupid!" He made to push it out of the way, using all his strength. He still wasn't used to this vampiric body. The boy knew that vampire or not, he was still small enough that he weighed very little.
Parson Lessard ignored as best he could he insult, and ducked under the stool. Her foot was down! Perfect! the boy launched himself up at her from the bottom and grinned wickedly. He would bite down on her if he could, and finally get the revenge he sought.
She was stupid and she would die, or at least be very hurt. That might be enough to make up for turning him into a stupid newt!
Parson Lessard did indeed follow through and bit down hard, drinking as deeply as he could of her blood. Hey! This hunting thing was easier than he thought. The boy didn't even notice the other hand which had to be a mistake. Fool child wasn't used to this sort of scrape at all.
Ah well. This was fun!
Parson Lessard ignored the chanting, concentrating on the blood. unfortunately, small stomach could only hold so much, so the boy quickly grew full, and allowed her to push him off.
Wiping his mouth with his arm, Parson stood fro where he had fallen and laughed. "Ha, ha! You tasted really good, stupid! I should let you live so I can have more later!"
Parson Lessard laughed. "Yeah right! What can you do! No one will be on our side. I'm just a kid defending himself from the big mean black mage!" Crocodile tears appeared in his arms and he looked to miserable and sad that it would be hard no to feel sorry for him. It didn't help that he was fairly small for his ae, so looked younger than he was.
He had to acknowledge the summoning spell, and his heart pounded as he waited to see what would happen. Oh.Oh this was not be good.
Parson Lessard stared at Xyntha in shock and quickly began to back away. Oh no. That was a demon. He... The boy moved a bit farther away, intent on running. Oh no, oh no oh no!
He was way too young to die! At Tessa's words, the boy ran to the stairs as fast as he could. He'd be okay in his and his sister's room, right? He ahd to be!
Parson Lessard slipped and shook his head and tried once more to leave. Oh! This wasn't fair! This wasn't fair at all! She was being absolutely horrible to him. The boy was very tempted to call for Scamp!
At Tessa's words he froze and stared at her in disbelieve. Stick him on a? Seriously? He really should have just killed her.
Parson Lessard was sobbing now, and looked absolutely miserable. Tessa was horrible. Mean and horrible. The boy had a feeling she was going to kill him. She was a mean woman who beat up on a helpless boy. The demon was going to kill him.
At Uriel's action, the boy clung to the older vampire, eyes wide. Thank God! Help! Powerful help too!
Parson Lessard has lsot track of all he is supposedly responding to, other than the fact that he's encase in ice now and can do nothing.
Parson Lessard is encased in ice, can't do anything, and just witnessed an absolute idiot who thinks that a flimsy katana can cut through gun metal. the wonders and sheer stupidity. Especially the stupidity of whatever external beings that was controlling the idiot's strings.
So in the midst of it all, the freezing boy decided to take a npa. Maybe when he woke up, the world would make sense again, and be full of less idiots.
Parson Lessard snoozed. Had he been awake, he wold have mocked Rage for a busy body, a sneak, and a host of other things. Likely the words stupid and idiot would have been thrown in. Delusional might as well.
He would have gladly supported Tessa in calling the police.
Parson Lessard is asleep, and encased in ice, and his player really really doesn't care at this point. Grown ups were indeeed stupid idiotic people who all needed o be castrated. Or at least certain of them needed to be forbidden from populatign the gene pool.
/me, being a vampire, is allergic to fire. Severely. Deathly even. The exhausted boy contineus to sleep, collapsed on the floor. He also wants to know who uses the phrase spring chicken anymore? Really?
Rage;s supposed age was showing.
Parson Lessard is actualyl highly allergic to fire, what wiht beign a vmpire and all. Deathly even. thank you for further endangering his life. An electric heater ad maybe a hair dryer would have made more sense, and been much safer. But fools turned to magic to solve all their problems.
The boy woke up at Uriel's words, no longer ice encased. "Hi. i'm going to my room now. Where sane people life. cosnidering ym little sister is quite convinced there's nothing wrong with ehr zombie cat, my Nina is convinced that her skeleton child is alive, and i killed my own parents at a young age, that's saying something."
The boy stood, gave Uriel a quick, manly hug and ran off.
Parson Lessard entered the bar from the basement and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He had already drank half a bottle of blood, but the half empty bottle remained in his hand.
There was a rat, dead of course, in his pocket. The boy wanted to find out the difference between rats and cats internally. For now he took a seat at the bar counter and sipped at his blood.
RPG
