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 beams at the bunny. "Here bunny bunny! I'll order a carrot for you!" For those who knew him, the happy behavior was completely uncharacteristic. But thevampire boy had a weakness for bunnies. They were just too cute!
Everythign else oculd just die.
Parson Lessard ordered a carrot, ignoring any violence, flinging of dead bodies, or any other maimery. He was Parson, after all. The boy held it out to the bunny happily. "Here's a carrot bunny. Would you like it?"
So cute! Plus, it's not like he could eat it. Food tasted disgusting, rather like he imagined ash must, right now.
Parson Lessard was indeed sitting down, and petted the bunny behind the ears. It was so cute. He did adore this bunny. The boy ordered it some lettuce and other bunny loved foods, happy to feed the little bunny rabbit. "You're such a cute bunny! I'm gonan call you Bob!"
Parson Lessard probbaly owuld protest the feasting of his innards, but he certainly wouldn't disturb the bunny. The boy began to think on what he would need to keep Bob the Bunny as he continued petting the fluffy, scythe wielding bunny.
Parson Lessard hugged the bunny and petted it hapily, finishing off his bottle blood from earlier. His mentor provided it for him, until he learned how to hunt effectively. Apparenlty, attacking a demon summoner was not an effective huntign technique. Though she had been tasty, before he had gotten his butt kicked.
Maybe when she was asleep?
Parson Lessard cooed at the bunny, then glanced around to back certain no one saw his child like behavior. He was ten! that so meant he wasn't a little kid anymore. Such a cute bunny.
Parson Lessard smiled at the bunny and then waved to the bartender. "Hey! Hey do you have like a laptop I can use. Or do you want to run an arrand for me. I need to get somethigns for my new bunny." But there was that little issue of not being bale to go into the sun. His mom used a parasol, but that seemed a bit silly.
Parson Lessard gently placed the bunny on the counter and yawned himself. Myabe he could take a name? Beth would be safe, it's not like she ever came down stairs. That decided, the boy took the bunny in his arms, should it allow him, and happily went downstairs, to his sunproofed room.
Midn you, it was underground, of course it was sunproofed.
Parson Lessard stopped and sniffed, injured, but bought the bunny another carrot from the bar and put it on the ground for the bunny. Oh. Oh well. He was sad now. The vampire boy slipped back downstairs, clearly half asleep.
Parson Lessard slipped down the stairs and took a seat at the bar, placing a carrot on the floor. He had decided to test the whole sunlight allergy thing the movies said he had.
Well that was a lie! How offensive was that. Seriously? I meant, it hurt his eyes and all, and was kinda hotter than he expected, but he had been fine.
Though he had a fire extinguisher ready just in case.
After testing he had run 'errands' including buying a bag of carrots. It was for Bob, whom he had met earlier.
Parson Lessard looked at Unbunny, pulled his feet up just in case, and smiled. "Hi Bob!" He had decided that was the bunny's name. After all, it couldn't say otherwise. "Lettuce next time then?"
Parson Lessard tilts over to view the bunny, only for the stool to fall over and the young vampire to be dumped on the ground. "OOF!" He glared at unbunny and stood, dusting himself off. "No more carrots for you!"
Parson Lessard glared at unbunny and placed a carrot on the counter for it. "Hey you! Leave Bob alone! He's a harmless bunny!"
Parson Lessard isn't all there. He thought everyone knew that.
Parson Lessard beamed at Uriel. "I'm not getting into anything! Everyone is being horribly mean to the rabbit." He pointed to the innocent little adorable scythe wielding Unbunny. "Can't they see how sweet it is!"
The boy shfited. "Did you bring the stuff. And stuff?"
Parson Lessard yelped at the spoon hit him right in the middle of theforehead, leaving a spoon shaped bruise. "Ow! Bad bunny! No carrots!" He rubbing his head with a pout and decided Bob was a mean mean bunny. The boy happily opens the bag, and counts the bottle, then glancing about. "There aren'y any books in here. How'm I supposed to learn it without books."
Parson Lessard nodded, and committed Uriel's advice to memory. "Strike only when I know my target. Got it!" He would figure this vampire thing out! No ifs, ands, or buts!
He sighed. "I can't r-" He huffed, not wanting to discuss it. "Cause it's convenient."
Parson Lessard looked at the cover, and picture on it curiously. "Yeah. I have a place on the second floor. We can talk there." He didn't want to even try anywhere where he might be over heard. Last time was bad enough.
Parson Lessard slipped up the stairs silently, looking the book over. It looked thick. Real thick. The boy thought he was gonna be reading easier books than this! Kid book or something.
Uriel Spencer would walk up the stairs behind Parson only to smile. "You seemed distressed when you looked at the book, dont tell me you are getting cold feet."
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