Post by Bob on Sept 23, 2015 2:49:51 GMT -8
Full name: Huckleberry Dyer (Byrne)
Goes by: Huck
DOB, current age: August 1st, 1990
Occupation: Night custodian
Immediate family: Sherry Dyer (living), Marcus Dyer (living), Becky Dyer (living), Tom Dyer (deceased)
Screen name: wait till I go
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Story:
(This is a temporary history while I flesh out character and figure him out. Things you need to know: He sees dead people and ghosts. Once they realize he can see them they usually start to interact with him like creepy ghosts do. He also can suck life out of things or put life into things, but he doesn't really use those powers unless he has to. He is very uncomfortable with his magic. )
Kid grew up in "Stab City", Ireland. But, it was okay. Parents had money. Didn't stop his brother from getting himself knifed in a parking lot over some nose candy when Huck was only four, but Huck wasn't going to fall into the same hole.
When Huck kept saying Hi to Tom after he passed, mom and dad were a little nervous, but kids will be kids. Other people showed up, and it got a little weirder. Especially when he started to get older.
Eight and nine were a little rough, but they transferred him from the Catholic school he was enrolled in, moved him to those who could watch their special boy. The sweet boy who made such lovely things with his words, played everything he picked up like he was born to it. Violin. Harmonica. Sticks and a bucket. Chalk. Pen. Crayon. Give him things and he brought magic to life.
And then puberty and High school came together at the same time bad combination for a kid in a world he didn't belong in.
It had only been a week in when everything changed for him. He felt things in himself that he never felt before and then he was pushed away. He didn't even know what happened, he was looking out of eyes that weren't his doing things that he couldn't stopped.
He fucked his first girl. Smoked his first joint. Drank his fist bottle. Pissed in someone's house. Set another one in fire. Jumped in front of trains. Swam for hours. He fucked another girl. He fought some people. He beat up someone he never met. He was bloody. He was broken. He was out of his mind when his parents and counselors found him.
They gave him drugs. Gave him things to make him normal. And it made him normal enough, but broke him. Broke him into something he should have never been. He survived alternative High School before some school offered him a scholarship.
Shepherd University. Never heard of it, but no one else was asking for a C- student who's personality had been doped away. Parents thought it was a dream come true, ship him off, and see if they could fix him.
They couldn't. He was too broken, but he listened for awhile. Followed instructions until he eventually withdrew and went off on his own.
He's off his meds living in England now near the Campus he went to with no idea of what he really is yet, except that there's magic in him. He still loved his family, but he wasn't like them. No reason to bring that trouble there way, just cause them more grief.
They wouldn't understand and he couldn't go back to the pills, so instead he goes on trying to ignore the power that shows him ghosts. And turns his body into a vehicle for the spirits that are drawn to the natural necromancer.