Post by fletcherbrando on Jun 28, 2018 11:37:10 GMT
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"Good and evil he only evil are subjective to the one perceiving them, to answer your question; I could say that I believe myself the product of evil in some capacity, yes. The fact I believe myself a product of evil however is irrelevant to whether or not I am evil, it just means I am better equiped for it." - Fletcher when asked about the circumstances of his birth
Fletcher Brando
Summoner; Original, not Unchained
28/06/2018
Token
BIO
Fletcher only recently discovered he was a vampire hybrid, a Dhampir as most know them. He always knew there must have been some reason the other kids and the adults who frequented the church where he lived never so much as looked him in the eye, much less hold a conversation, unfortunately he didn't know what it was, was there something wrong with him? Because of this he ended up isolated for his entire childhood, with the exception of a few of the sisters offering some light conversation in the form of prayers during meals and mass. It was because of this isolation he often grew bored, so to remedy this he decided to create an imaginary friend to pass the time and to play with, which as it he discovered on the verge of adulthood was not so imaginary after all when one of the sisters that took care of him like a lost puppy witnessed its presence, for the first time Fletcher has witnessed what true terror looked like on a human face, and part of him enjoyed it for some reason This is simultaneously how he met his eidolon for the first time, and discovered his less-than-holy heritage after a pair of glistening fangs grew in response to his growing desire for the terrified woman's blood. After this circumstance he was promptly shown the door, but not before having all manner of insults and criticisms levelled at him. Apparently his mother was a great holy woman many aspired to who has died giving birth to him, and his father was some unknown vampire whom she never discussed or mentioned until the time of his birth, when she wished for him to have the ability to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, and so - reluctantly - the other clerics of this church blessed his birth so as to dilute his vampiric heritage. Learning of his origins, both as a bastard child and a monster, fletcher was no longer opposed to leaving the church and the only family he has ever known behind so he could embark on a journey of self reflection with the very few mortal possessions he was allowed during his time as the church. As luck would have it however, on his way out, one of the preachers stopped him and with ought a word handed him the following three things; a coin purse containing exactly 120 gold pieces, an old beaten up jacket that was reinforced against most forms of attack and, most importantly, he handed him a strangely shaped sword called a Khopesh which he claimed had been his mothers back in the days when she fought abominations of hell and the undead. This Khopesh, despite being older than Fletcher himself seemed almost brand-new and sharper than any blade he had seen before. When pressed for why he had been so generous the old preacher merely sighed and walked away. A few days later Fletcher would receive a letter telling him of the death of an uncle he didn't know he had, the old pastor who's name he did not even know. With that letter fletcher was bestowed an unwavering conviction to get strong enough to find and confront his father; either to murder this man he had never met in cold blood if he did not even show the slightest sign of sorrow at the death of his mother, or to meet him in a warm embrace as the one person in this world who might understand him, other than his Eidolon friend of course.
Fletcher Brando
Summoner; Original, not Unchained
28/06/2018
Token
BIO
Fletcher only recently discovered he was a vampire hybrid, a Dhampir as most know them. He always knew there must have been some reason the other kids and the adults who frequented the church where he lived never so much as looked him in the eye, much less hold a conversation, unfortunately he didn't know what it was, was there something wrong with him? Because of this he ended up isolated for his entire childhood, with the exception of a few of the sisters offering some light conversation in the form of prayers during meals and mass. It was because of this isolation he often grew bored, so to remedy this he decided to create an imaginary friend to pass the time and to play with, which as it he discovered on the verge of adulthood was not so imaginary after all when one of the sisters that took care of him like a lost puppy witnessed its presence, for the first time Fletcher has witnessed what true terror looked like on a human face, and part of him enjoyed it for some reason This is simultaneously how he met his eidolon for the first time, and discovered his less-than-holy heritage after a pair of glistening fangs grew in response to his growing desire for the terrified woman's blood. After this circumstance he was promptly shown the door, but not before having all manner of insults and criticisms levelled at him. Apparently his mother was a great holy woman many aspired to who has died giving birth to him, and his father was some unknown vampire whom she never discussed or mentioned until the time of his birth, when she wished for him to have the ability to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, and so - reluctantly - the other clerics of this church blessed his birth so as to dilute his vampiric heritage. Learning of his origins, both as a bastard child and a monster, fletcher was no longer opposed to leaving the church and the only family he has ever known behind so he could embark on a journey of self reflection with the very few mortal possessions he was allowed during his time as the church. As luck would have it however, on his way out, one of the preachers stopped him and with ought a word handed him the following three things; a coin purse containing exactly 120 gold pieces, an old beaten up jacket that was reinforced against most forms of attack and, most importantly, he handed him a strangely shaped sword called a Khopesh which he claimed had been his mothers back in the days when she fought abominations of hell and the undead. This Khopesh, despite being older than Fletcher himself seemed almost brand-new and sharper than any blade he had seen before. When pressed for why he had been so generous the old preacher merely sighed and walked away. A few days later Fletcher would receive a letter telling him of the death of an uncle he didn't know he had, the old pastor who's name he did not even know. With that letter fletcher was bestowed an unwavering conviction to get strong enough to find and confront his father; either to murder this man he had never met in cold blood if he did not even show the slightest sign of sorrow at the death of his mother, or to meet him in a warm embrace as the one person in this world who might understand him, other than his Eidolon friend of course.
