Blood....That's how it had begun. Pools of it running down the stairs. Smears of it on the walls. One thirteen year old boy by the name of Alexander Crowley(crow as in the bird). This would change that boy forever, or for a long time at the least. The blood staining images not only on the floors and walls, but in his mind. The bodies on the floor painting pictures that could not be erased. The gashes and burns that made the very heart in this boys chest thump with fear.
The day had started fairly normal. School, a long and boring process that he had never really liked. He had sat through the classes burning up with the heat outside. They were just learning about how magic affected peoples lives. He knew that he had the potential for it, but his parents weren't very well off. He didn't know then that magic would effect his life so tragically in just a few short hours. These hours drug on slowly. He was so anxious to get home. He had invited his friend Bethany Short and Johnathan Drake to come over.
The school day was over and he was heading home with those friends. The door was opened and within there was an unknown man. A cowl covered his face. The scent of magic was in the air. Alexander just stood there silently and watched as gashes appeared across the chests of both those friends. Then he was forced by magic into the air and upstairs. Into the rooms of his brothers and sisters. Each one had a gruesome death.
It was unfathomable cruelty to see his brothers burned to death. Screaming for him to help them. Screaming for their parents to help them or someone, but it was too late for any of them. They were paralyzed by magic just as Alexander was. The next room held his sisters. One was decapitated while the other got lashes. Not one, not two, but many. It was a torturous death.
Then it was on to his parents room. They got the worst of it. Dragged into the hallway and slammed around the hall to create the blood smears on the walls. Cut in the places that would bleed the most to make the puddles that would run down the stairs. Finally they were killed with a simple spell that exploded their whole bodies. The gore rained down on Alexander and the man was just laughing. Showing him every bit of it, showing him how helpless he was. Then there was darkness as he was slammed into the wall and knocked unconscious.
Awoken by the sounds of yelling. Voices calling up the stairs. Being taken roughly into someones arms and carried over the shoulder. They had thought Alexander had done this. He was sent straight to the asylum. Whenever they talked to him he wouldn't reply. When he slept there were nightmares where he woke screaming into the darkness. He even attempted to kill himself, but that just made them throw him into a padded room. Years passed like days and suddenly he was let out.
The only thoughts that brought him fully out were vengeance. He wanted revenge on the one who had killed his family. On the ones who had made him go to the asylum. Alexander would not stop until he had cruelly killed that man. The laughing man....He would pay in his blood. The man would feel the pain of each and every death he had caused. One by one he would inflict the wounds and let the man get close to death, but never would he let him die until he was finished. With these thoughts in mind he walked into the sunlight. The first glimpse of the world once again had set his eyes on a single black rose, and he decided on a path.
He didn't know what to do. The sun was so bright. Then he moved on to train himself in the arts of magic. Forming brief friendships. Going through brief romantic relationships, but nothing could fill the emptiness that had engulfed his mind since that tragic day. He had talked to people after the asylum, but that had stopped. Now he was just avoided as his magic powers grew.
Then the training was gone and he went into darkness. He disappeared from the minds of everyone for plenty of years that everyone thought he was dead. That was when he had formed The Black Rose Baron persona. He bought the materials and formed them from magic. Then he began to go out only as such. It began as a cruel joke to take over other persona's. To take over someones life, to make them confused as they hurt their loved ones.
That phase left and he took the persona's so that he could go out in public as more than just The Black Rose Baron. The more he went out the more he heard. Then he finally heard about Rhy'Din from a traveler. By this time he was twenty two. That was when he had made his way to Rhy'Din. It had taken a year to get there. Talking to strange people, becoming other people, but he finally arrived a bit after his twenty third birthday.
The day had started fairly normal. School, a long and boring process that he had never really liked. He had sat through the classes burning up with the heat outside. They were just learning about how magic affected peoples lives. He knew that he had the potential for it, but his parents weren't very well off. He didn't know then that magic would effect his life so tragically in just a few short hours. These hours drug on slowly. He was so anxious to get home. He had invited his friend Bethany Short and Johnathan Drake to come over.
The school day was over and he was heading home with those friends. The door was opened and within there was an unknown man. A cowl covered his face. The scent of magic was in the air. Alexander just stood there silently and watched as gashes appeared across the chests of both those friends. Then he was forced by magic into the air and upstairs. Into the rooms of his brothers and sisters. Each one had a gruesome death.
It was unfathomable cruelty to see his brothers burned to death. Screaming for him to help them. Screaming for their parents to help them or someone, but it was too late for any of them. They were paralyzed by magic just as Alexander was. The next room held his sisters. One was decapitated while the other got lashes. Not one, not two, but many. It was a torturous death.
Then it was on to his parents room. They got the worst of it. Dragged into the hallway and slammed around the hall to create the blood smears on the walls. Cut in the places that would bleed the most to make the puddles that would run down the stairs. Finally they were killed with a simple spell that exploded their whole bodies. The gore rained down on Alexander and the man was just laughing. Showing him every bit of it, showing him how helpless he was. Then there was darkness as he was slammed into the wall and knocked unconscious.
Awoken by the sounds of yelling. Voices calling up the stairs. Being taken roughly into someones arms and carried over the shoulder. They had thought Alexander had done this. He was sent straight to the asylum. Whenever they talked to him he wouldn't reply. When he slept there were nightmares where he woke screaming into the darkness. He even attempted to kill himself, but that just made them throw him into a padded room. Years passed like days and suddenly he was let out.
The only thoughts that brought him fully out were vengeance. He wanted revenge on the one who had killed his family. On the ones who had made him go to the asylum. Alexander would not stop until he had cruelly killed that man. The laughing man....He would pay in his blood. The man would feel the pain of each and every death he had caused. One by one he would inflict the wounds and let the man get close to death, but never would he let him die until he was finished. With these thoughts in mind he walked into the sunlight. The first glimpse of the world once again had set his eyes on a single black rose, and he decided on a path.
He didn't know what to do. The sun was so bright. Then he moved on to train himself in the arts of magic. Forming brief friendships. Going through brief romantic relationships, but nothing could fill the emptiness that had engulfed his mind since that tragic day. He had talked to people after the asylum, but that had stopped. Now he was just avoided as his magic powers grew.
Then the training was gone and he went into darkness. He disappeared from the minds of everyone for plenty of years that everyone thought he was dead. That was when he had formed The Black Rose Baron persona. He bought the materials and formed them from magic. Then he began to go out only as such. It began as a cruel joke to take over other persona's. To take over someones life, to make them confused as they hurt their loved ones.
That phase left and he took the persona's so that he could go out in public as more than just The Black Rose Baron. The more he went out the more he heard. Then he finally heard about Rhy'Din from a traveler. By this time he was twenty two. That was when he had made his way to Rhy'Din. It had taken a year to get there. Talking to strange people, becoming other people, but he finally arrived a bit after his twenty third birthday.