Heres some of Daddies background, i should have him up either later tonight or tom morning
Name: Michael Gormont
Race: Caucasian, Human
Height: 5'10
weight: 185
Awakened: confirmed
parents
Mother: Angelina Gormont
Race: Caucasian, human
height: 5'4
weight: 130
awakened: Negative
Occupation:Former Evo High threat Response team, Position, Combat medic, Current Unknown
Father: Franklin Gormont
Race Caucasian, Human
Nationality: French
height 6'1
Weight 210
Awakened: Confirmed
Occupation: Former Evo High Threat Response Team
position, Magical Support, Current Unknown
Michael Gormont was born to his parent shortly after their "voluntary" termination from the Evo megacorp after a incident which involved the deaths of several "Innocents " of high standing, In order to avoid any form of backlash, Evo decided to liquidate the high threat response team.
after losing everything they turned to the shadows to make a living until Michael's mother was wounded on a run and a grimy street Doc told her she has a Kid and shouldn't get herself fragged. So after a long talk they decided to move to the UCAS with his fathers old shamanic mentor. Michael's early years were spent either Immersed in VR games and learning self defense from his mother or listening to the old stories of the spirits of the world from his father or the old man his father called "coyote". But the old man always looked at him strangely and called him something that would always make his father angry.
These early years passed quickly and once he hit the age of fifteen his mother and father told hike they had to go to Europe, his grandfather had passed away. Michael was confused this whole time, sure they let him take his comm and games with him but he had never heard of this grandpa.The trip was short but scary, a HUGE man with horns drove a smallish plane, his father told him that his name was HamHock and that he was a old friend that Michael could trust. After eventually building the courage to talk to the troll Michael couldn't help but ask about anything and everything Ham had done before finally being shushed by his dad.
Eventually they landed on a grimy roof top and his father pulled out a strange device and attached it to the keypad by the door. Grandpa had apparently never trusted anyone with the codes to the roof door. After a few tense moments and his mother covering his mouth and whispering to be quiet his dad nodded and they entered the building. It stank and was real dark, His parents took him to what looked like a bedroom and told him to stay put while they looked for, something they wouldn't say what.It seemed like Michael was there forever so he decided to start looking around the room, This was probably his grandpas old room. After a few minutes of looking through old books and clothes Michael saw something big in the closet and went to look. But while he was walking a part of the floor, He found out later a trap door, gave way and dumped him into a poorly lit room, He landed on something cold and kind of squishy.
Michael looked around the room and saw all kinds of strange old things from his spot on the floor, Strange symbols and books, what looked like bones and real candles, "Finally" a soft voice whispered, With a jump michael turned aroudn to realize he was sitting on his grandfathers body, His fingers wrapped around something, as Michael stared transfixed a pair of white hands slowly crept from behind his grandpas head, a womans face slowly appeared, pale and cold looking.He wanted to scream but no sound would come, he scrambled away from the woman, He dark eyes glittered in the dim light and as she crept forward, her hands planted on the body, he say deep cuts and slashes across her body, but there was no blood. Her dark hair swayed in the light and she eventually locked eyes with Michael and Smiled before, Finally, he gained his voice and started screaming.
The woman vanished with a gust of cool dark wind as a large ghostly wolf burst through the floor growling, his dad climbed down shortly after and hugged Michael close burying his face in his battered leather jacket. they left quickly after that, His parents were horrified that their son had found the body and worse His grandfathers Black Lodge. His father shook as he watched his son drop into the VR games he loved so much, In the astral it looked like a woman was greedily wrapping him in her arms and what looked like souls were starting to gather about him and whisper to his son. Frank tried to banish the spirits but the woman never left and the souls didn't even seem to notice his magics.
Since his father couldn't do anything his mother saw to his body and tried to keep an eye on him the rest of the trip. When they returned his father went strait to Coyote and told him to do something, but it was too late, Michael had been changed, The spirit was the Seductress and it seemed she had chosen him.
After these early events Michael withdrew from the world for the most part, locking himself in his room and either jumping in his VR games, something he did more and more as he aged, this took a toll on him his body growing week and dark bags forming under his eyes. His father tried to teach him the path of the Shaman and to follow Brother raven, but it was pointless and eventually they got desperate and tried to find another magician who could teach him.
Eventually they found and man named Guilt, a experienced black mage and runner Ham had worked with in the past, Guilt told Michael that he needed to be strong, He needed to take fate in his own hands and strangle the Bitch. Guilt taught Michael all he knows of the black arts and after a few years, around when Michael turned nineteen, told his parents that Michael could now take care of himself and that they needed to fulfill their end of the bargain, They needed to do one last run with Guilt, None of them came back.
Using the money and equipment left to him by his parents and the few books and trinkets Guilt had left him, Michael took to the shadows, in search of power, money and excitement. He will be no spirits puppet and he wont let whats happened change anything, Life's short and then you die, Daddies gonna pave that road with the bones of his foes, The sweat of his lovers, the cries of vanquished foes and laughs of friends all because well he's damned anyway, why not?
Some of Daddies Personality
After the traumatic events of his childhood he at first became very withdrawn and retreating into various VR games, both new and old. This all changed when he started to get tutored by Guilt. After he learned more about his particular brand of magic he became a vary Confidant and outgoing individual, while most find him well creepy he is a outgoing and sometimes friendly individual. Hes loyalty is hard to earn but once earned he will stick by his friends. He does become very grumpy when he cant get to sleep and has to deal with the whispers of his unwanted mentor. In combat he is a ruthless individual, gladly killing any foe that stands between him and his goal and unless specifically told otherwise, he prefers lethal methods to any other way to deal with a opponent.
