"G-GOSSAMER-SAN!" the doctor ran to the window, then turned away in shame. How could he have been so foolish??? Of course his beloved Gossamer-san would NEVER give him that first kiss. The doctor simply was not kawaii enough. He knew how to fix this, though! Straight away he went out and purchased a schoolgirl outfit in his size. "I hope Gossamer-san doesn't think this is too short" he said, fussing at his skirt.
(the next day)
"G-GOSSAMER-SAN, DOSHITTE???" the doctor wailed as his dream-koibito jumped out of yet another window to safety. There just was no winning with this guy.
"A-ano, Gossamer-san..." the doctor said, blushing lightly somehow through his gasmask. "Onegai, would you... would you honor me by being my... my FAASUTO KISSU?" he hid his face in his hands and "kyaa"-ed softly for having been so bold.
There is nothing not stupid about this scenario.
Brian is a 266 year old vampire that was originally born in Edale, England. His father, Reginald Gossamer, was a well-respected saddler and his mother, Josephine Gossamer, was a housewife. He had no other brothers and sisters and had a relatively normal childhood working at his family's small stables. Brian was a naturally curious and astute child, interested in learning about the world around him and beyond. Reginald's friend, an upstanding and rather well-known for his time archaeologist, and every visit with the gentleman would have Brian's mind taking flights of fancy just imagining the areas that the man has been. The young Gossamer child never had any interest in following with his family's long line of saddlery(being frightened of horses didn't help matters), and he would be begging his father to study under his archaeologist friend. It would take a few years until Reginald would finally give in to the idea of his only son not wanting to be a saddler and, at the age of 12, Brian would finally be allowed to be an apprentice to the archaeologist.
The archaeologist, Robert Cotterill, could best be described as a no-nonsense man that was ahead of his thinking for the time. Though he wouldn't describe himself as such, he was an Atheist/Humanist, and would be quick to dispute any "religious miracle" as being easily accomplished through very human methods. Brian and Cotterill wouldn't get along spectacularly thanks to the boy being a forgetful klutz for the first few years, but the archaeologist wouldn't hide being impressed by his apprentice's determination. Their travels would keep them mainly in Europe and parts of North Africa, the Middle East, and a small portion of India. By the time Brian was 17, he could unofficially declare himself extremely knowledgeable in ancient architecture and cultures apart from his English upbringing.
A few weeks after Brian's 18th birthday, he and Cotterill would arrive in London, England so that Brian could return to his family's home to make the ultimate decision to continue studying under Cotterill and attend university or to try the saddle making one last time. Things wouldn't go according to plan, however, as not a day after the two had arrived in London, did the young man get a desire to prove himself as an actual adult and have sex with one of London's many fine "Ladies of the Night." The Gossamer boy would steal out of the room him and Cotterill had been renting in an attempt to find a lady to "prove" himself to and would wind up finding a voluptuous red-haired beauty that would wind up sending him on an unexpected course in his life.
The woman, Charlotte Leighlin, easily seduces young Brian and gets him to rent a room just for the two of them under the assumption that she was going to have sex with Brian only to reveal she was a vampire and drain him before he could even manage to undo his cravat. Charlotte, deciding rather than leave the apprentice dead, would turn him, expecting that Brian would just wind up dead a day later. Brian manages to come to and haul his mangled, bloodied body back to his and Cotterill's room only to wind up hog tied and threatened by a furious archaeologist who had been warning him profusely before they had arrived not to get involved with the "night crowd" in London. Apparently Cotterill had been well aware of the undead dangers, but figured Brian would be smart enough to take his word and not actually leave the room. The joke was on both of them.
Brian, naturally, is hysterical at what has happened and it takes the archaeologist quite some time to explain things to him. The archaeologist also explains under no certain terms that if his now day-old vampire apprentice is to attack or try to harm any human that he will be getting the stake-through-the-heart treatment which leaves a near blubbering and highly distraught Brian. This sets the archaeologist's ideas to leave the boy with his parents down the proverbial toilet as he finds himself now forced to keep the young vampire with him so as to figure out what exactly to do with him. Most of the time it involves shoving Brian in a dusty backroom in an old coffin that Cotterill was going to be giving to a colleague for his older brother's passing. This results in Brian developing claustrophobia. Despite the archaeologist's best attempts on the reluctant vampire, the Gossamer boy manages to escape a few nights a week to kill and feed on unsuspecting people.
(There's a lot more stuff that goes here, but I'm going to do a Time Warp to more recent times to keep this from dragging on more than it needs to. emotion_awesome )
During the 1970s, Brian Gossamer, now living in the Northeast in the United States, returns to college to pursue a teaching degree. Thanks in part to a line cook vampire in New Jersey, Andrew "Andy" O'Rourke, the now much more repressed and almost cowardly Brian is able to land himself a job at a college in Massachusetts.