Appearance:
Name: Brook Beckin Berkeley
Age: 22[?]
Biography: Come on in and sit down, I guess I could spare a moment to tell you my story. But, before you settle in and have a drink in hand, I want you to know this. I am Dead. Yes, my body has withered away and what you see before you is that of a ghost, a much younger ghost I must say. But, lets start at the beginning and stop at the end, shall we? I was taken from my home when I was but a mere boy at the age of five, forced to work for a old crone whom did nothing of interest and blamed everyone else for why people never wished to visit her. A bowl of soup, a list of chores, and a beating was my daily routine, nothing changing in the slightest until I turned fifteen. That was when a man did finally visit her, and even asked for her hand in marriage! She gladly accepted and my life became a bit easier as she was too preoccupied to whip me for missing a crumb or a fresh web. I thought I could get use to this, even the other butlers relaxed a bit and for the first time, I even got lucky enough that one of the nice cute maids kissed me on the cheek.
But I should have known it was too good to be true, the old crone snapped in an instant. She had learned what her "lover" was really up too, he was broke yet handsome, she was old but very wealthy. As you might expect, she killed him with a cleaver, but she didn't stop there. She still was angry and took it out on each of the servants, killing a few of them as we all panicked and fled. All I could hear in the cupboards was screaming, everyone screaming... Then silence, but I stayed there as I feared that she was still around. Time seemed to pass until I finally got the courage to look outside my hiding spot... I wish I never left that cupboard, to just just fall asleep in there and let someone rescue from this nightmare. They told me they caught the crazy crone and burned her on the spot, they also said that some of the servants made it out ok. "Some" is the keyword here, there was twenty of us, they only found four; and that cute maid wasn't one of them. It was barely a week before the town probably realized I was missing, and no, I didn't go insane from that event. No, I was in a carriage made of bones, an undead flaming horse, and a rider without a head. It took me far, so far from there. I saw so much, a desert, forests, valleys and mountains; I also slept a lot as it wasn't just a days worth of travel. There was an enormous castle surrounded by mountains that made it look like a bowl, a thick and eternal fog surrounded the outside of the castle. I woke up as the carriage stopped, I had arrived.
A dark man stood before me, eyes colder than the grip of death and large black wings that could blot out the sun. He asked me if I would serve him and his "daughters," and almost as if it was a cue, three little girls pushed open the large doors of the castle and bolted out towards us. I have never felt punishment such as this; small girls pulling and grabbing my face, arms, and clothes. They asked each other questions about me like "Who is he?" "Why doesn't he have horns?" and "Is he our new plaything?" They took me inside their home and showed me everything about it; the library, the garden maze, and my amazing room with a soft bed! I eagerly accepted, but I couldn't help but worry about the girls "playthings." Slaves to be correct, they weren't pets and some certainly weren't sane even before they are brought here; I was not considered one as first off, I came here by choice, and second, I was allowed to leave the castle to get certain items from the cruel world outside. But, I kept each one in check as the Master showed me, even had to build strength and fighting skills after one of the crazies stabbed me with a short piece of metal, though I didn't die.... not then. It was a happy life, fifty-something well years spent serving the girls, whom were as young and excitable as teenagers.
Yes, I'm getting to that one part. I remember it being late at night and I was reading a new book, the eldest sister was still up with her plaything and she was well known to be quite a lusty girl. I tried to block out the noises but I flew out of my seat and to her room next door, hearing her scream and cuss at the damn mongrel. She had always lead her adventures with her playthings when it happened, but the monster decided it wanted to take control for once. Well, he did have control, till I beat his skull in with a candle holder and he left a red mess all over the bed and floor. As I began to take care of her, the damn thing rose back up and produced a knife from under its torn clothes, taking a swipe at me as I turned. In an instant, I overpowered the fool and ceased the knife, sinking it into his corpse as many times as I could.
I just sat there on it, my head tilted up looking at the ceiling the sisters and I drew when they taught me how it felt to be loved. My body felt cold as a warm red river ran down my neck and over my clothes, my ears blurred even to the point where I could not hear the sisters scream my name. My vision was the last to go, I can still remember each detail of their faces as they cried over a dead man. I felt nothing, not even the sensation of being alone. My soul just laid there for a while, till I felt an even colder hand grab me and pull me from Limbo.
It was none other than the Master himself, giving me a new "life" in the world. I was reborn as that of a ghost, a literal Shadow of Myself. The girls.... The girls won't let me go for a whole three days, I couldn't even sleep in peace even after I was dead, haha! I probably spent nearly two hundred, maybe three, serving those girls and I never regretted a moment of it. But, we did end up being separated under mysterious circumstances, I still blame the noisy slaves that kept on sneaking into the Masters private room in the tower.... I should have killed them on the spot like I was told by the Master, I should have. As for the girls, they just disappeared and the Master left the castle.
Tears and sorrow wouldn't be enough to explain the pain I felt over this...
As to why I am here? I have known nothing else than to serve people, I can't become part of the normal society, I've tried for decades. So, I was offered a job here serving the Masters and Mistresses that lived within these halls. I'd say it better than nothing, but they way how some of them treat the "pets" is completely mind blogging to me. Even the most tame pets must be shown whom is the leader and that they are to follow, just from time to time.
Personality: As for the personality, he has grown cold over the years after the sisters. He does smile, but he's usually thinking of making your life a nightmare or it could actually be fun, but mostly fun for him. He does care about people, but its usually when they do get hurt. He will hold his tongue when a Master or Mistress speaks to him, but he won't hold back his hand when a "pet" misbehaves.
Abilities/Powers:
Ghostly Walk/Appearance: Can walk through walls [unless sealed], people, and disappear before your eyes. Cannot be touched unless he wants you too or powerful magic is embedded in gloves or a piece of fabric.
Contract of the Shadows: Allows him to call forth and control the shadows around him and summon Black Lotus Katana.
Apprentice of Magic: Knows a lot about magic and knows a few household and helpful spells, but cannot cast anything powerful or dangerous.
My Current Pets: Never.....
