"Every Sinner Has a Future, Every Saint Has a Past...."
His Story:
Mysterious events were transpiring on the day of Karloff’s birth---the Blood Moon Carnival was in town. What made it odder still was that the cosmos had deemed it fit for the Blood Moon Carnival to be there on a blood moon, or maybe that was the only way it could come?
However, it’s affect on a certain family would prove devastating.
Karl was born to a loving and doting family who had long hoped for a blessed child. When Karl was born, he was perfect in their sight. Their whole life and world revolved around their tiny perfect new member….but it was not long before the curse of the blood moon became evident on him.
While his father went to hunt, Karl and his mother were napping in their forest cave. It was warm and cozy, bedded with straw. Firelight danced on the walls as wonderful visions occupied Karl’s head. During the middle of one of these dreams, the nightmare began.
At first, Karl didn’t realize that this was anything more than some distorted nightmare, some looming danger that may or may never come. His eyes flickered open and shut, drowsy…But when the terror became evident, he was wide awake and helpless. Too young, too weak…
When it was over, his father arrived to find the walls splayed with blood in some pattern faintly reminiscent of paint thrown on a wall. The mother of his son was dead. His son…was his son no longer.
Karl felt the searing pain, when he woke up. He didn’t remember much yet and wouldn’t for a long time. He just remembered blinding pain when he awoke, and the warm, sticky wet feeling on his face. He saw his father’s face, pain wracked and then furious. Not understanding when his father left so abruptly, he thought he would return shortly to help, to take care of him, to--something.
But he did not return.
For three days, Karl sat within the cave waiting, until he realized he was alone. He was completely alone.
***
After he buried his mother, he discovered the extent of his injuries when he took a sip of water from an unfrozen stream. His face was scarred, hideous…It didn’t particularly bother him, until he met some other Soquili who mocked him and cast him out from their lands. He was a child, but they made fun of him for his deformity and blamed him for his mother’s death.
For weeks, he kept away from anyone else. He became reclusive, disassociated from life. He renamed himself, taking on the name of Karloff---the face of monsters. He thought about what was of left him, and he decided that he would follow the path to become a cursed skin walker. If he was a monster, if he was so evil, then he should take on it’s form. It would bring on a sweet release, he wouldn’t ever feel guilty again. No one would mock him.
But until that time, he would wear the costume of one to hide his deformities.
*****
Karloff now finds himself grown. After discovering that he had too much humanity to wish to lose it forever, he sought out a path of redemption, understanding and to answer the questions he desperately needed to know.
But he was plagued by another curse. One night, the bite he received burned into his skin, he felt strange at first. But something, he had felt long before resurfaced. The thirst for blood.
However, he refuses to take the life of anyone. He despises the taste of flesh he has to sink his teeth through to reach the blood. In short, he only allows himself the willing victims.
This occurred in a very strange companion--Diavlos the Raccoon. Mischievous by nature, and tormenting of Karloff he has proven himself as a "lucky charm."
Since Karloff has allowed him to remain with him, despite the annoying little fellow's general self, he has experienced less animosity and bad luck---the only reason Diavlos is allowed to stay.
Frequently, he uses Diavlos, who doesn't seem to mind too much, as blood bank or as Diavlos likes to call himself--"The Walking Sippy Cup."
