~ 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.