I suppose you may call me...
Ӽαɳɗҽɍ, that's what I use nowadays and I'm not likely to give up my 'real' name.
Old enough to drink...
I am twenty years old, never said I was 'legal.'
So, you want to know my story...
I'm a half-breed, first of all. That's a mix of two races—if you didn't know. I will tell you right now that my mother was human, 'was' being the keyword there. She gave up her humanity, along with her mortal existence, so that she could be with my father. Touching, really. I was conceived before this though, so she had to wait until after I was born to off herself. No, she didn't actually commit suicide—not in the way you're thinking of it at least—but I feel that she might as well have. I know it was her choice to accept a deal that would change her into some other creature; a deal that would take her from the mortal plane. Yet, I despise her for taking it. Truth be told, I despise her for giving me life and then leaving me alone.
He came on the day I was born and she departed with him, leaving me abandoned in some tiny. hospital bed in a room filled with other infants. You would think that they would want their own son, right? Wrong. I was an inconvenience and nothing more. Why she chose to actually have me is still a mystery, because I know she had no second thoughts when she chose to go with him. They left me with nothing, not even a name. So much for a mother's love...
My mother was an orphan as well by the way, so I was truly alone. I went from one foster home to another, no one held onto me for more than a few months. I wanted that though. That's why acted how I did. I was the 'quiet' one at first, the one who was supposed to open up once they were shown love and then live 'happily ever after' with whomever it was that adopted me. Like that was going to happen. Next, I was the problem child. Then the rebellious one. I cycled through these personalities and more. I even played the 'runaway' for a little while.
Every time that I was brought back the family had a reason. I was 'too much trouble' or 'unpredictable' or, and this one is my favorite, I 'just wasn't the child they were looking for.' There were more, of course, but after a while it all sounds the same. Those three were simply the most common. As I grew older, I started to make a game out of it. I think my record was four hours before being sent back. Ah, that family had been fun to mess with.
You want to know my reason for never wanting to stay? I don't need people who are going to pick me out like a f*****g object. If I'm going to be with someone it will be on my own terms, by my choice. So I waited, and waited, and waited. Eventually, people stopped wanting me. They had heard rumors about me and no amount of coaxing could change their minds. Good. When I finally turned eighteen they were more than happy to be rid of me, and I of them.
I know, I know. I could have run, right? There's a few problems with that. First, if I was ever caught—an unlikely, but possible, scenario—I would end up back at square one. Second, I would have to figure out where to live and how to attain food—which would probably involve living under a bridge and becoming a thief. I'm not fond of living out in the open like that, and thievery would be too much trouble, so I stayed. Free food, clean bed, and people I could mess with. All in all, it was a fun life. I just grew tired of it after so many years of dealing with the same thing.
Two weeks later, I found out something cool: I can charm people. Not everyone, mind you. Though it does work exceptionally well on idiots. Thankfully, most of the people I run into are. That ability came in handy a lot during my travels. I could just charm someone to let me use a room in their house, or inn, and do same to get free food. So, I got to travel the world, eat and stay wherever I chose, and generally have a good time. All for free. Heck, I could even get money whenever I wanted it. Life was wonderful. Again, keyword there.
There's this thing called a 'camera' and I didn't really account for those. Yeah, little mistake caused a big problem. You see, I already have a pretty large file from my foster years and now that I was of 'legal age' they could implement harsher methods to...correct my behavior. They had no clue about my power, but they did have a recording, or several, of me walking into a bank vault and taking money. They, of course, assumed that I achieved this access by force and the workers were happy to pretend that they had caught a glimpse of some 'hidden weapon' on me to keep from getting into trouble. So, not only was I wanted 'criminal,' they knew what I looked like. Great, just f*****g great.
I do wonder though: Why did it take them two years to actually notice me? I would like to think it is because of my own skill, but I know that's not the case. I was having fun and being careless, they were just slow. Still, being a 'wanted' man made my life considerably worse. I would travel somewhere and there would be whispers. Eventually, people figured out why they recognized me and it was time for me to leave again. Tiring is one way to describe my new life. I must have visited seventeen different cities one week, it was horrible. As the days wore on the amount of things I possessed grew smaller until, one day, all I had were the clothes I wore.
I did finally stumble upon a remote location where they had practically no technology and, as a result, absolutely no idea who I was. Problem is, I got bored there very quickly. I mean, what do you expect? There was nothing for me to do. The village was fairly small and surrounded by trees, it was completely landlocked. There wasn't even a lake nearby! I prefer areas where I can swim, okay? Don't judge me.
Surprisingly enough, I received a letter inviting me to some place called 'Trinity Castle' two weeks later. Don't ask how they found me because I have no idea. I never leave any information behind. In fact, the only reason the police could identify me is because I already have a record. Yeah, I suppose I could have toned my actions down a bit back then, but oh well. Live and learn, right? Well, I suppose that's not true for everybody... Anyway! I got this invitation, and the town was pretty boring, so I accepted. At the very least this place could offer me a change of scenery.
What? You want to know more? Really? -sigh- Fine. I'm guessing that you're wondering why I know so much about my past if I'm an orphan...is that right? It's because I saw it, okay? I got some...strange abilities from my father. I call them strange because, well, it's not what you would expect me to have if you knew his race—I'm not telling you what he was so don't even think about asking. Actually, I suppose that one might, but none of the others. Oh, and, big crowds are bad for me. I may kill you if you drag me somewhere with too many people.
If you must know...
I am generally a fun-loving guy. Keep me entertained and everything will be golden. I don't get attached easily, though I have gotten pretty good at faking it. I'm loner, always have been. It's easier that way. It's not like anyone has ever wanted me for me anyway—they just want the things I can offer, or what they thought I could. I like my privacy, so keep your nose out of my business. Depending on what you do, I can be very easy or extremely hard to anger or annoy. Oh! I can be quite sarcastic too, just a heads up.
What can I do? I can't really show you...
For starters, I'm a charmer—literally. I can make people do what I want simply by changing the inflections in my voice or looking at them a certain way. The lower someone's intelligence is the easier it is for me to...persuade them into doing something for me.
I can 'see' things by looking through a reflective surface, like a mirror or bowl of water. Usually I am only able to view the past, but I can also see the present and, on rare occasions, the future. I'm not too terribly concerned with that last one so, normally, I don't even try.
I am an empath, meaning I can feel others peoples emotions as though they were my own. I have control over this for the most part but I can't handle being in a room with more than twenty or thirty people yet. I'll freak out. What? You try dealing with a multitude of emotions at once and still stay sane. It's not exactly easy...
Do I have any what? Oh those...
No, not yet. Perhaps soon though...
Ӽαɳɗҽɍ, that's what I use nowadays and I'm not likely to give up my 'real' name.
Old enough to drink...
I am twenty years old, never said I was 'legal.'
So, you want to know my story...
I'm a half-breed, first of all. That's a mix of two races—if you didn't know. I will tell you right now that my mother was human, 'was' being the keyword there. She gave up her humanity, along with her mortal existence, so that she could be with my father. Touching, really. I was conceived before this though, so she had to wait until after I was born to off herself. No, she didn't actually commit suicide—not in the way you're thinking of it at least—but I feel that she might as well have. I know it was her choice to accept a deal that would change her into some other creature; a deal that would take her from the mortal plane. Yet, I despise her for taking it. Truth be told, I despise her for giving me life and then leaving me alone.
He came on the day I was born and she departed with him, leaving me abandoned in some tiny. hospital bed in a room filled with other infants. You would think that they would want their own son, right? Wrong. I was an inconvenience and nothing more. Why she chose to actually have me is still a mystery, because I know she had no second thoughts when she chose to go with him. They left me with nothing, not even a name. So much for a mother's love...
My mother was an orphan as well by the way, so I was truly alone. I went from one foster home to another, no one held onto me for more than a few months. I wanted that though. That's why acted how I did. I was the 'quiet' one at first, the one who was supposed to open up once they were shown love and then live 'happily ever after' with whomever it was that adopted me. Like that was going to happen. Next, I was the problem child. Then the rebellious one. I cycled through these personalities and more. I even played the 'runaway' for a little while.
Every time that I was brought back the family had a reason. I was 'too much trouble' or 'unpredictable' or, and this one is my favorite, I 'just wasn't the child they were looking for.' There were more, of course, but after a while it all sounds the same. Those three were simply the most common. As I grew older, I started to make a game out of it. I think my record was four hours before being sent back. Ah, that family had been fun to mess with.
You want to know my reason for never wanting to stay? I don't need people who are going to pick me out like a f*****g object. If I'm going to be with someone it will be on my own terms, by my choice. So I waited, and waited, and waited. Eventually, people stopped wanting me. They had heard rumors about me and no amount of coaxing could change their minds. Good. When I finally turned eighteen they were more than happy to be rid of me, and I of them.
I know, I know. I could have run, right? There's a few problems with that. First, if I was ever caught—an unlikely, but possible, scenario—I would end up back at square one. Second, I would have to figure out where to live and how to attain food—which would probably involve living under a bridge and becoming a thief. I'm not fond of living out in the open like that, and thievery would be too much trouble, so I stayed. Free food, clean bed, and people I could mess with. All in all, it was a fun life. I just grew tired of it after so many years of dealing with the same thing.
Two weeks later, I found out something cool: I can charm people. Not everyone, mind you. Though it does work exceptionally well on idiots. Thankfully, most of the people I run into are. That ability came in handy a lot during my travels. I could just charm someone to let me use a room in their house, or inn, and do same to get free food. So, I got to travel the world, eat and stay wherever I chose, and generally have a good time. All for free. Heck, I could even get money whenever I wanted it. Life was wonderful. Again, keyword there.
There's this thing called a 'camera' and I didn't really account for those. Yeah, little mistake caused a big problem. You see, I already have a pretty large file from my foster years and now that I was of 'legal age' they could implement harsher methods to...correct my behavior. They had no clue about my power, but they did have a recording, or several, of me walking into a bank vault and taking money. They, of course, assumed that I achieved this access by force and the workers were happy to pretend that they had caught a glimpse of some 'hidden weapon' on me to keep from getting into trouble. So, not only was I wanted 'criminal,' they knew what I looked like. Great, just f*****g great.
I do wonder though: Why did it take them two years to actually notice me? I would like to think it is because of my own skill, but I know that's not the case. I was having fun and being careless, they were just slow. Still, being a 'wanted' man made my life considerably worse. I would travel somewhere and there would be whispers. Eventually, people figured out why they recognized me and it was time for me to leave again. Tiring is one way to describe my new life. I must have visited seventeen different cities one week, it was horrible. As the days wore on the amount of things I possessed grew smaller until, one day, all I had were the clothes I wore.
I did finally stumble upon a remote location where they had practically no technology and, as a result, absolutely no idea who I was. Problem is, I got bored there very quickly. I mean, what do you expect? There was nothing for me to do. The village was fairly small and surrounded by trees, it was completely landlocked. There wasn't even a lake nearby! I prefer areas where I can swim, okay? Don't judge me.
Surprisingly enough, I received a letter inviting me to some place called 'Trinity Castle' two weeks later. Don't ask how they found me because I have no idea. I never leave any information behind. In fact, the only reason the police could identify me is because I already have a record. Yeah, I suppose I could have toned my actions down a bit back then, but oh well. Live and learn, right? Well, I suppose that's not true for everybody... Anyway! I got this invitation, and the town was pretty boring, so I accepted. At the very least this place could offer me a change of scenery.
What? You want to know more? Really? -sigh- Fine. I'm guessing that you're wondering why I know so much about my past if I'm an orphan...is that right? It's because I saw it, okay? I got some...strange abilities from my father. I call them strange because, well, it's not what you would expect me to have if you knew his race—I'm not telling you what he was so don't even think about asking. Actually, I suppose that one might, but none of the others. Oh, and, big crowds are bad for me. I may kill you if you drag me somewhere with too many people.
If you must know...
I am generally a fun-loving guy. Keep me entertained and everything will be golden. I don't get attached easily, though I have gotten pretty good at faking it. I'm loner, always have been. It's easier that way. It's not like anyone has ever wanted me for me anyway—they just want the things I can offer, or what they thought I could. I like my privacy, so keep your nose out of my business. Depending on what you do, I can be very easy or extremely hard to anger or annoy. Oh! I can be quite sarcastic too, just a heads up.
What can I do? I can't really show you...
For starters, I'm a charmer—literally. I can make people do what I want simply by changing the inflections in my voice or looking at them a certain way. The lower someone's intelligence is the easier it is for me to...persuade them into doing something for me.
I can 'see' things by looking through a reflective surface, like a mirror or bowl of water. Usually I am only able to view the past, but I can also see the present and, on rare occasions, the future. I'm not too terribly concerned with that last one so, normally, I don't even try.
I am an empath, meaning I can feel others peoples emotions as though they were my own. I have control over this for the most part but I can't handle being in a room with more than twenty or thirty people yet. I'll freak out. What? You try dealing with a multitude of emotions at once and still stay sane. It's not exactly easy...
Do I have any what? Oh those...
No, not yet. Perhaps soon though...
