Seph D'Averam
Born: October 17th, 1983
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Blonde
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 176 lbs.
Seph was born on October 17th, 1983 into the D’Averam family. The D’Averam
family was a wealthy, successful, and all-around well-known family. Auron
D’Averam, Seph’s father, had made a name for himself early on in life.
He was known throughout the business world, not for his successes, so to
speak, but more for his ruthless manner of gaining such success. Auron
was every company’s worst nightmare. If ever a business showed its underbelly,
its weakness, Auron was there to take control. Buying up the weak, stripping
them down to pieces, and selling those chunks to the highest bidder. And
Auron always got his target. He had contacts lurking in every shadow of the
business hierarchy. If Auron had his eyes on a company, even a miracle that
could bring them back of bankruptcy was “held-off” until Auron was able to
take control and make the deal. Auron never had a wife, only acquaintances,
thus Seph never truly had a mother. By blood, of course, but since Seph’s
father never took any relationships to the next level and constantly moved
around with the company work and the such, Seph rarely got to see his mother,
and therefore never really adopted the idea she even existed.
From private school-to-private school, Seph just sort of hovered his way
through his education. He was, truly, a gifted boy. Just how gifted was
left to be revealed. Only once in Seph’s entire student career did
he slip a grade from A to B+, and never again. Auron put his son under
a kind of “house arrest” when the slipped grade was revealed. That, above
any other punishment, was the last thing Locke could deal with. True, because
of his families’ wealth, Seph had pretty much every toy and gizmo you could
think of. But without his gang of friends he seemed less than himself.
Seph was the undoubted ‘leader of the pack’ and without his subjects he
was nothing. Even at the young ages of Elementary School, Seph had his
flock and this only seemed to greaten with age. In High School he was
head of the football team, badminton team, basketball team, and debate
club. His father forced him to join the debate club, though; otherwise,
Seph would have been pure jock. He didn’t mind the debate club though,
surprisingly enough it taught him a lot. Already Seph was becoming more
like his father, in a lot of ways he hated that fact, but in others, well,
the student always surpasses the teacher. A lesson Seph held dear.
During Seph’s mid-teens, Auron began pushing his son more. Putting
extra emphasis on what it meant to succeed, just how well he needed to
succeed and how even in succeeding there was always further to progress.
As much as Seph knew those words to be true, and as much as his father had
taught him time and time again that he would need to grasp his own success,
Seph just wanted to live. He’d succeeded in school time and time again,
he knew in his hot head he’d succeed in the future, so why couldn’t he just
have fun?! Seph started partying more, rebelling against his father, and
spending money as though it were water for the drinking. Though all of this
was going on, not a single grade ever slipped, and Seph still attended many
of his father’s business deals without a word of argument, from time-to-time
even involved himself in some of them. Perhaps that was the only reason Auron’s
hand hadn’t been brought down with the iron glove, so to speak. Just the
same, Auron watched his son’s behavior quite closely. As if just waiting
for his son to screw up that one time, or perhaps for something else…
For Seph’s eighteenth birthday, his friends and even his father, together,
through a massive party hailing his entrance into manhood. Auron had called
in a few favors to some old friends and set up a concert and everything.
It was held on one of the families’ estates, Marilyn Manson and Rob Zombie,
were just two of the bands that played the event. Seph’s friends had pitched
together and had a group, not just one or two, but a group of strippers
attend the party. All this, just for him, it was amazing! As the party wound
down and everyone had had way too much to drink, the bands had stopped playing
and joined into the festivities while a DJ took over, and most of the non-elite
had departed, some of the strippers got a tad bit more friendly. Seph
had no idea if what extra pay that brought it on, or his own greatness,
but did he care either? No. Cheered on by his best friends and gaining
only a smirk from his father, Seph retreated into the house with three women
in company. What happened over the course of the remaining night is something
Seph wouldn’t come to remember for quite some time, even then, would only
get simple glimpses of the chaos and never fully recall the entire incident.
When Seph awoke in the early morn he awoke to an unsettling vision.
Blood stained his flesh, though there was nothing else of such a nature
around him. He wasn’t in his bedroom, nor in the house at all, he was outside
again, in the gardens, naked. His head reeled, vision blurred, and mind seemed
to fuzz in all sorts of patterns. Staggering to his feet with a slight dizzy
haze, though finding balance and the will to walk soon after, Seph made
way through the yard and back into the house. His room was in the left wing,
though he never ventured there first. True, he had his own washroom in his
quarters, but the nearest one seemed to suit this situation best. Washing
off briefly and wrapping his lower dimensions in a towel, he finally journeyed
toward his room. A few moments after departing the washroom, but before he
could reach his quarters, a scream bellowed out over, what would seem, each
corner of the household. Bracing the towel with one hand, Seph darted down
the hall, up the stairs, and down the next hall until he reached the maid
now hunched on the floor only a few feet away from his own room. As he reached
down to help her on her feet she took his hand, that is until she looked
up and seen him before her, the hand now released and both flailed at him
like weapons as she pushed and crawled away. He couldn’t help but think that
she’d lost her mind, why was she afraid of him? Ignoring her, now, he made
way to peer into his room. Until now he had shrugged off the blood and him
being in the garden as some joke his friends pulled, but it seemed that he
may have assumed wrong. Carpets, curtains, sheets, walls, even the ceiling
were all touched by crimson red; blood that had now hardened or soaked into
place. There were no words to describe the bodies that remained, the corpses
of three women that were… scattered about the room, or the pieces of them
anyway.
The look on his face was blank, as was his feelings within. It certainly
was not that this didn’t horrify him, or that he wasn’t concerned or even
surprised at what he may have done, but Seph had always been
like that. Empty, so to speak. Very few things fazed him; even more things
bored him after a short period of time. He was, for lack of better words,
void.
The events that followed, the cover-up, the deletion of the problem,
and such information are of no concern, as that shall remain a mystery.
After all, we wouldn’t want YOU telling anyone now would we? But, what
was assured was Seph learned swiftly of his true heritage. Finally something
different had entered his life. Something that, all things considered,
only increased his worth, his power, and that was, of course, the important
thing.
Save some pretty tales better left for another time this story is done,
for it ends one life and begins… another…
From private school-to-private school, Seph just sort of hovered his way
through his education. He was, truly, a gifted boy. Just how gifted was
left to be revealed. Only once in Seph’s entire student career did
he slip a grade from A to B+, and never again. Auron put his son under
a kind of “house arrest” when the slipped grade was revealed. That, above
any other punishment, was the last thing Locke could deal with. True, because
of his families’ wealth, Seph had pretty much every toy and gizmo you could
think of. But without his gang of friends he seemed less than himself.
Seph was the undoubted ‘leader of the pack’ and without his subjects he
was nothing. Even at the young ages of Elementary School, Seph had his
flock and this only seemed to greaten with age. In High School he was
head of the football team, badminton team, basketball team, and debate
club. His father forced him to join the debate club, though; otherwise,
Seph would have been pure jock. He didn’t mind the debate club though,
surprisingly enough it taught him a lot. Already Seph was becoming more
like his father, in a lot of ways he hated that fact, but in others, well,
the student always surpasses the teacher. A lesson Seph held dear.