| Jestlon Tirioni -- Prelude and Background |
| After the nurse was sent home in pregnancy, Milligan kept a close watch over Messing, until orchestrating the wounds that would send Henry back to his loving wife and children. Facey soon after abandoned his �Preston� alias and made his way to the United States. After a couple months of surveillance and careful planning, a simple home invasion led to Henry Messing�s wofe discovering her husband�s affair, and shortly thereafter, Henry Messing�s and Catherine Porter�s tragic suicides. All Facey had to do now was sit back and watch to see if his labors would prove to be fruitful or a sad waste of his efforts. Trenton James Porter was born in April without a father, his mothered put a knife to her wrist in July, and he ended up in the care of his grandmother until she died in December. Some would say poor little Trenton was off to a rough start. He spent his childhood in a state-operated facility for orphans, and grew up watching child after child leave to join new families. Trenton was never anyone�s first choice for a foster child. He did as little as he could to attract attention to himself, unusually quiet with a tendency to keep himself isolated from the general population. When he was around other children, he never got along well and usually ended up bullied or beat-up. He took his solace in literature- as soon as he learned to read and write, that was all he did. By the time he was ten years old, he had lived in a thousand different imagined lands, each one more fantastical than the next. Reality was cold and distant, and Trenton spent as little time as possible in the �real world.� He excelled in his studies and participated in many extra-curricular endeavors, but never managed to fully except the thought of living and breathing the world everyone else experienced. After finishing high school, he fled the orphanage with money he had saved up over the years, but found supporting himself more difficult than he imagined. He managed a place to live for a short time by offering his rent months in advance, but with no provisions for the long term, it wasn�t long before he found himself on the streets of New York. Facey smiled down over the shiftless mass that lay at his feet unmoving- unliving- undead. Trenton lay sprawled on his back, in a larger than himself, leaking his lifeblood to stain the water. |
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| Facey feet planted firmly in the puddle, and he could see his own visage staring up at him- or was he staring up at it?- with drops of rain-water casting ringlets to distort the reflection. He had watched through the windows of the orphanage, through the windows in Trenton�s mind, and watched as the young boy grew into the prideless specimen before him now. He had watched intently as Trenton was left to his own devices, and became more detached from the rest of the world, as the rest of the world became more detached from itself.... He had lingered in the shadows as the boy-turned-young man struggled to forge his own path in life, as he failed and resorted to criminal pursuits in order to survive. He had done his part to help along the way- Trenton might find a roll of hundred-dollar bills here, food mistakenly left behind there, a seemingly abandoned apartment in just the right place, where he might stay out of the rain for a night or two. Facey had also aided Trenton in his illegitimate deeds- a pursuit after a burglary might suddenly halt as the pursuers are persuaded otherwise, or an item crucial to the situation found strategically placed. Yes, Facey had done his part into ensure Trenton�s survival, and he still would- but now it was time for Trenton to return the favor. Jestlon spent the next decades learning to deal with �the inhuman condition,� as Facey had called. He was instructed to change his name, taught the rules of vampiric society, shown how to manifest the powers of �Malkav�s blood.� Facey even explained his family history, something his caretaker�s had always shied away from. He had rarely gained more than �Your parents are no longer with us.� whenever he bothered to ask, but Facey somehow knew it all, even the details. Of course, Facey had neglected to mention that he was responsible for Henry and Catherine�s suicides, responsible that the two had even met, that he was responsible for Trenton�s entire life, right up until he died and Jestlon was born. Facey explained that Jestlon�s mortal family were victim�s of circumstance, that their mind�s were ill-equipped to deal with the situations fate placed them in- and so was he, and so was his immortal lineage, as well. Next Page Previous Character Sheet |
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