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 sighed. "I just drink the blood and I'll be good. That's how ti happened in the books." The boy took his scapel and began to cut away at the tissue on the cat's skull, careful not to cut the skull itself. He meant to get the eyes, as soon as they were further exposed.
Parson Lessard frowned and shook his head. "No way! Nina is my mom now and Beth and Jezebelle are my sisters, and Vincent is my granddad. Nina spoils me rotten,and vicent puts up with me, and Beth worships me. I get to do whatever I want, whenever i want. Why would I leave?"
The boy shook his head once more.
Parson Lessard shrugged. "Nina will teach me, if I ask." He said simply. "I know when to ask too. Sometime it's no good even trying."
Parson Lessard nodded and opened one of the bottles, sipping at it. "Kay. It'll probably be like dssectign though. i'm gonna have to teach myself msot of it." The boy pondered out loud. "that's kinda what I do, you know? Watch Beth,and teach myself things." He couldn't even read, or write though, so the going was slow.
Parson Lessard frowned at Uriel, feeling ignored and attempted to punch the vampire as hard as he could in the side to catch his attention. No one ignored Parson!
Parson Lessard growled at the laugh and pulled his knife, striking with it, entirely offended. 'You're a jerk!"
Parson Lessard licked the knife clean and put it away. "You're a jerk. I don't care." the boy said, plucking the eyes out of the cat corpse and putting them in the appropriate jar. The boy then began to clean up, wrapping the cat corpse up to take to a furrer.
Parson Lessard snorted. "So you're a jerk and an old fogey. You shouldn't brag about your arthritis, idiot."
Parson Lessard huffed and stood, packing all his things away, including the blood. "Why'd you give me the blood, huh? You don't even like me, not really. You're just curious cause I got turned at ten."
Parson Lessard huffed and sat back down, contrary to the end. 'I don't get you. You have no reason to want me here, at all."
Parson Lessard frowned. "Hey. You've been alive pretty much forever right?" He wavered slightly, and huffed. "Can you read modern english? Or only that onld english crap?"
Parson Lessard frowned. "I can't." He whispered vvery very quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear.
Parson Lessard nodded, looking ill. "I can't do math either. Haven't been to school in years, cause it did not good." He had a severe learning disability, and simply founds words and numbers on a page to hard to make out, period.
Parson Lessard perked up slightly. "Really? You can't tell anyone, Okay. Swear it!" The boy insisted firmly.
Parson Lessard relaxed slightly. "Maybe one day I'll even go to school. That's supposed to be fun, right?" He couldn't recall. "Don't guess i get to go long though. The whole not aging thing."
Parson Lessard nodded. "I thikn I'd liek to try it maybe. unles they're mean. Then I dont"
Parson Lessard entered the bar from below, a bottle of bottle held tight bout the neck in one hand as the other wiped sleep from hsi eyes. The boy yawned and looked out ht ewindows, squinting and avoid the pools of light the sun cast into the bar. Well, at least they weren't too big, jsut yet. That explained why he was tired too, but he preferred beign awake now so someone could keep an eye on his sister. Kind of. But it was really hard. Stupid sun. The boy took a seat at the bar, opened the bottle amnd took a sip, then glanced around.
Was that a rabbit? It was! Immediately a bright grin split his face. He loved bunnies!
Unlike all other animals (humans and their like included) he would never ever harm a bunny rabbit! But the bunny was beign threatened by a stupid cat. He hated cats with a fiery, and normally bloody vengence. "Hey! Stupid! Leave the bunny alone!"
Aw. It had a little scythe. So cute.
Parson Lessard watched the bunny and the stupid cat thing carefully, ready to intercede if the cat thing decided to bother the bunny. He may be insane--okay so he was extremelly insane--but he loved bunnies, and didn't agree to the harming of any!
Cats on the other hand....
Mind you, he wouldn't interfere if it looked like the bunny was kicking the cats butt.
Parson Lessard clapped his hands and cheered the Unbunny on. "Wee! Go bunny go! Kick that stupid cat's butt!" He hated felines almost as much as he hated bugs. That was likely was he harvested their organs for sell on the black market.
It was best not to ask.
Parson Lessard clapped his hands at the explosion enjoying this prime exampel of physics which we all know only occurs rarely in the multiverse. Sucha cute bunny!
"Here bunny bunny!" He called, hoping to give it much pets.
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