| A young lad to a family of country nobles, I strived for my father's love. However, his love was lost on my brothers. Bonding close to my mother through all hard times kept me alive. I loved to go out into the town and practice hiding from people and breaking into people's homes, using my noble status as a way to get out of trouble. When I was around age seventeen I began to travel into London regularly, seeking adventure and practicing my thieving tactics. It was on one of these ventures that I saw a murder take place on a dark street. It seemed as though the victim was swarmed by rats, at which point the attacker dove straight at the man's neck. I hid in the shadows until I could hear no noise and crept out to see if the man had any valuables. What I found frightened me, though sparked a morbid curiosity as well. The man's face was contorted and his skin was white and drawn. Two pin size holes on his neck caught my attention, but I assumed it was from the rats that had also gnawed away much of the flesh on his legs. I searched his pockets and found a few gold pieces and decided then that I should begin killing for what I needed because it came so easily. I fled my home and moved into a slum of London. Not long after I was there I began praying on young, drunken nobles with pockets full of coins. I was stalking one of my victims one night when I saw the murderer from so many years ago. He used the same tactic as the first time and stole my victim. I ran out to kill him, but only found a thick fog where he was. I search now for an answer of where he could have possibly gone, all the while perfecting my methods of murder and thievery. |
