Post by LittleDeadGrrl on Jun 8, 2012 13:54:42 GMT -5
Name: Sin
History: Ben Sinclair had never been part of the normal mainstream world. His parents both worked at a circus and he had been born in one. The traveling folk never stayed in one place for long especially since it always meant getting in trouble with the law. They had a deep suspicion of the outside world and outsiders in general. His mother and father both worked the same act. His father would thrown knives at his beautiful wife who stayed absolutely still and wowed the audience. There were darker aspects to the traveling freak show. Little Sin grew up in that strange world and it seemed normal to him. Grotesque seemed the outside world with its offices and 9 to 5 jobs.
Course it helped being born with his own strange gift. That is if talking to the dead was considered a gift. Sin often heard strange voices and knew things about others he shouldn't possibly know. By the time he turned 12 he was part of the show. Stunning and beautiful with dark eyes he let people talk to their long departed. Truthfully half of it was a parlor trick. The dead didn't come when summoned like a pet and more often than not the ones that hung around weren't happy. By the time he turned fourteen he was restless with the world around him. At fifteen a strange group of boys came around causing a bit of trouble but mostly enticing Sin. He was caught by them. By their beauty. They were strange and different. Something new. In a week he left home following them. He had fallen in love with one in particular. The leader of the small gang. The dark haired savage boy was stunning and beautiful. He was turned one night. Three nights later he woke to find himself new. All to new. The voices he had heard before were more vibrant. They were like colors. Aruna was breath taking. A connection deeper than any he had felt and then it was gone. Violence and bloodshed. He was knocked had unconsciously, barely alive, he ran, crawling through the alley way before escaping into the sewers. When he woke no one was around. No money. No means of survival. No means of getting home even if he knew where his family was anymore, which he didn't.
Still, Sin was a survivor. He had tricks of stealing. Slight of hand. He survived from panhandling and stealing. Every week that passed by though he could feel something getting horribly strong. First his dreams become fractured. Slowly he couldn't eat. Couldn't really rest. He felt his skin start to get on fire. His dreams began to bleed into his waking mind and the gift he'd once held dear turned against him. He could see the land of the dead more clearly than that of the living. Every week that passed Sin barely survived. He had no idea what sickness he suffered from or why he felt so terrible. The boy grows closer and closer to a fractured mind that will never heal if not found by other har.