~ History ~
Born into a small suburb on the outskirts
of Boston, Aries was embraced with joy. His parents had tried
several times before to have children, and it seemed that they
were cursed, unable to have one. Each time one was conceived,
Aries' mother would miscarriage, or some strange complication
would arise, and the fetus would die. But this time, it happened,
and Aries was there gift from the Heavens.
Aries' mother was a financial advisor in
Boston, and his father owned an Occult shop in Salem, the house
Aries lived in being nestled neatly between the two cities. Both
parents worked long, hard hours, but they were a very well off
family. For instance, they lived in a three story house, Aries'
father drove a large Cadillac, and his mother a Mercedes-Benz,
both very new models. They also owned several pets, which took
to the new baby rather quickly. Two cats, one a stark black, and
the other a long-haired, as well as a large black Labrador retriever,
and several birds.
The young Aries' often found himself playing
out in the large yard with the family dog, or the cats, who also
enjoyed the outdoors. If the weather were to cold, Aries' was
quite content with staying inside and playing with various "toys"
he found. He would often build forts out of anything he could
find, especially out of the garbage, as it seemed some magnetic
force would draw him there, perhaps the ecstatic feeling of doing
something wrong and not getting caught. Regardless, Aries was
a happy child.
As it grew time for school, Aries' father
decided to have him enrolled in the Salem city schools, so he
could keep a better eye on his little boy, making sure everything
was alright. And then, after school, he could bring Aries' back
to the shop and teach him some few things as well. The family
adopted this plan, and Aries started school. He was an average
student, and got into very little trouble. Often, he would remain
quiet, and never say anything to anyone else, waiting patently
for the time when he could go to his father's store to learn from
him.
And each time this happened, Aries reveled
in it. He loved hearing his father's rich voice, and listening
to the complicated things he told Aries. It seemed, at first,
that he could not understand what his father was saying, but after
several minutes of deep thought, Aries' would slowly begin to
understand, and after he came to the store more and more often,
he began to get a much more firm grasp.
By the time Aries was in the third grade,
he was working with his father in the store, even helping customers
with their questions. Already he had half of the stores' library
of books read, and half of the ones he had ready memorized. His
father was surprised at how fast his son was learning, but was
filled with pride because of it.
As the years wore on, Aries' began to memorize
the entire store. He had already studied all of the books, and
now, people came to him instead of his father for questions on
anything. Aries' became the most famous known Occultist in Salem
by the time he was fourteen. People would come in daily, begging
Aries' father to let them take Aries home for just a few days,
so he could do this, or do that. Often, it was a spirit of some
form running rampant in the house, or something minor like that.
Rarely was it anything major.
It seemed like a virtually perfect life
would not last forever, however. A drizzly, gray afternoon, Aries
sat back behind the counter, arms folded behind his head, feet
kicked up onto the counter, eyes-half closed as he watched the
door. It was a rather slow day with the weather outside, and Aries
was growing bored. Yawning, he leaned backwards slightly, and
just as he did so, his eyes went wide.
A deafening explosion ripped from the outside
of the store, perhaps from a car or something, and slammed into
the building. Aries' managed to get out safely, and rather quickly
at that, and as he stood with his back to the street watching
his father's store burn, a large black van rolled past and snatched
him from the sidewalk.
Seconds later, a skeleton appeared within
the burning structure, bones already charred, so that investigators
would think Aries' was burnt alive within the store. Meanwhile,
the sixteen year old was taken somewhere in the van, kept in the
darkness for what seemed to be days before he was finally taken
from the van, and into a strange looking building. It was here
that he was told why he was taken, and what was done was necessary
to ensure that Aries' would not be missed. He was told of The
Fallen Angels, and introduced to a lanky older man, wearing dark
robes, and donning long white
hair, and an equally long beard.
Fierce training then commenced under this
old man, teaching Aries' the basis of the Elements, and how to
call to them when needed. He taught Aries' how to summon the wrath
of the Elements, and what to use when. After years of training,
and by the time Areis' had turned twenty-one, his training was
almost complete, and he was sworn into The Fallen Angels.
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