Spookmatter
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HEAVY W.I.P.
The information below is currently being revised by @theh8nter, and may change because of this.
Some pretty dark content..
If you don't like hearing about murder, foul language, etc, then this page is not for you.
Story of old Spooks:
Chapter One
Spookmatter was born 'Ianco Mithras' on July 6th, 1919, in a little village in Transylvania, Romania. His father was of Persian decent, while his mother was full-blooded Romanian. They lived a low-class life, but somehow they didn't have it too bad. At the age of 10 (30th of April, 1930), he and his family managed to scrap enough money together, to get low-class ferry tickets to "The Land of Opportunities', U.S.A. Unfortunately, both his mother and father died during the trip.. His mother passed away from what appeared to be disease, and his faster must've gotten mad, as he insisted on giving Ianco his food, instead of eating it, himself. The father, of course, died of starvation very soon after.
It was May 3rd, 1930. Much to young Ianco's surprise, the journey was over. They had arrived at New York harbor. It was morning, the smell of fish and urine filled the air. Ianco stepped onto land, trying to breathe with his mouth. He had to go through a passport building, first. He showed his papers, as he had been told to, by his late parents. Ianco's paper stated that his name was "John Matters", as his parents believed it would increase his chances of becoming a successful person. The young, newly named, John Matters then stepped into a whole new world. A world of opportunity.
Chapter Two
Matters picked up the language relatively quickly. An elderly lady grew to care for him, and taught him English. She lived in an apartment, up in Harlem. She was daughter to an african father, and Puerto Rican mother. She was the owner of a small general goods store. On the 2nd of September, 1932, 12 year old John, heard the sound of a window smashing. He slowly crept downstairs, to check it out. He saw a tall man, wearing a hat, that kept his face in shadows. He walked over to the register, and checked to see whether or not any money were stored in it. Obviously, there weren't, so he moved onto picking up some of the useful wares. All of a sudden, young John ran at him, and jumped onto his back- causing the burglar to fall. His head hit a desk, and a slight crack could be heard, coming not from the desk- but from the burglar. The young burglar had hit it with his chin, and with the weight from John's body, his neck broke.
The lady, Mrs. Yoreah, came running down from the staircase. Her eyes opened wide, as she saw the dead burglar- besides the, very much alive, young John Matters. She rushed towards the body, and turned it around. She looked at his face, and opened her mouth, as tears began running from her, already red, eyes. "It's.. It's my son.." she managed to squeek, while shaking heavily. Young John was as in just as much shock, as Mrs. Yoreah. "H.. He tried to rob your s.. Store.." John said, as he almost began to cry, himself. "It was an accident.. I wanted to catch him, and.." John added. "W.. We need to call the police" she said, looking towards John. First then, did the boy begin to cry.
Chapter Three
It was the 1st of December, 1932. Mrs. Yoreah did not react well. John was sent to an orphanage, since Yoreah was unable to care for him. John was angry on the inside. A terrible anger. It was not pity, sadness over what happened to Mrs. Yoreah's son. It was anger. Anger aimed at himself. He felt stupid, and the workers of the orphanage could see it on him. Young John preferred to stay in his room, with the only thing he had from his home, in Romania. A music box. A fine tune, that only had to be started, and it would play by itself. The notes of the music box were only ever played, when he knew he was alone. The leader of the orphanage, Mrs. Scrooge, was strongly catholic. She knew, as the only one of the staff, why John had been placed on the orphanage. She felt pity for him. But he had already locked his mind, in a state of anger. Only the music-box made him feel, like he had once felt. Joy, yet loneliness.. It was a kind of loneliness that he liked, though. A sweet, silent solitude.
John stayed that way, for years to come. Barely speaking. The other children never really saw him. Rumors went around, about how a horrible freak, too hideous to show his face. And they were right. At the very least, partly. Young John felt hideous. He felt like the monsters, from the fairy tales, must've felt. And he empathized. He had not heard the rumors about him, and yet he agreed. He was never adopted, and had to be kicked out on his 18th birthday, July 6th 1938. A few years after, the military sent out posters, telling the true patriot to help fight the Nazi scourge of Germany. John looked at the poster, and felt a need to sign up for the military; and so he did.
Chapter Four
After the war was over, John received a medal for his contribution. He had been fighting in Japan, which he just barely survived. He had come out more disciplined, but also more broken. He had seen things, that no men would ever want to see. The blood, the violence, the news of the bombings on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. John began taking various jobs around the US, usually things like helping constructing buildings, cleaning up, cooking, et cetera. He earned just enough to survive, but he was by no definition of the word, rich. In fact, he was actually pretty poor.
One evening, in 1960, while John was cleaning a resturant in Manhattan, he spotted a beautiful young lady outside the door. She, since it was raining and thundering outside, knocked on the window, asking to come in. John decided to let her in, so that she wouldn't end up freezing to death. "Thank you", she told him, smiling with her red lips. John Matters and the young lady, Patricia Gespacci, conversed all night, developing a romance. Or so John thought.
Almost every day, Patricia talked of leaving New York, so that she could go to Hollywood, as she wanted to become a movie actress. John shrugged it off, as he didn't suspect she'd actually ever do it. Then one day, Patricia ran up to John, hugging him, telling him, that she had gotten a ticket to California. One ticket.
Chapter Five
John was sitting on his couch, looking at his deed. He tilted his head slightly, trying to figure out how one could even fall into such a pose. He placed the knife besides him, on the couch, as he stood up. He wiped the most of the blood off his shirt, as he inhaled, taking one last glance upon the lifeless body of his girlfriend, before he walked out the door. He left Manhattan, then New York, then the east coast. He had her ticket. It was for a bus.
John, wearing a clean shirt, jumped aboard. He fell asleep relatively fast, and woke up in a place he hadn't expected. It in a cave, on an altar of some kind. He sat up, and realized that he was surrounded by five black-robed beings. They began explaining to him, why he had been brought to such a peculiar place. "You are a remnant of the Țepeș-bloodline, Ianco Mithras", one of them said. "We have brought you here, to awaken the power that lies within you." One of them stepped up to him, offering him a chalice filled with a thick black liquid. "We are vampires, Ianco Mithras. And so are you. You were just ignorant of this.", the same one added. "Now you must drink", the robed figure said, before they all began chanting. John was uncertain about what was even going on, but he did as they said, and drank from the chalice.
He felt himself become physically younger, as the robed creatures of the night continued their chanting. He was uncertain about what the liquid was, but it was not blood, and definitely not water. He could feel his power growing, his mind clearing. Then, all of a sudden, he blacked out. He regained consciousness, standing besides the corpses of the mysterious vampires-clan. Their eyes had darkened, their stomach had been cut open by some kind of beast. Then Spooks laid his eyes upon the giant shadowy figure, filling most of the enormous cave. Two burning greenish eyes were staring straight at him, as the words "You will serve the Neverthere, now" echoed through the dark cave.
Story is W.I.P.
The Broken, the Spooky and the Boogeyman:
The Broken The man who was once known as John Matters, or Ianco Mithras was torn apart. Mentally. This is mostly due to situations like: his mother dying, his father dying, accidentally killing his new guardian's son, growing up as an isolated kid, serving in WWII and the fact that his first girlfriend ran away (Don't worry, he stabbed her 22 times, she didn't get far). He is, however, the vessel that contains his figurative offspring: Spookmatter, and The Boogeyman; Split personalities that have almost forgotten who they once were.
The Spooky
Spookmatter. Yeah, Spookmatter is weird. Really weird. Like, he's cray-cray. He's also a wee bit sociopathic, even to the extend of being homicidal at times. This is the guy people think of, when they think of Spookmatter. Because he is Spookmatter. No $#!7. He is prone to quick moodswings, and sometimes even depression. He rarely talks about it, though, as he tends to hide what he actually feels. He's not too fond of lawyers, for some reason. Also, I'unno why, but he seems to really like women, who could beat him (*Cough, his mom beat him as a kid, cough*).
The Boogeyman
The Boogeyman, or $#!7-Talk Motherf*#ker, as Spookmatter tends to call him. He's nasty, in his own way, yet somehow, he's nowhere near as nasty as Spooks. Yeah, sure, on the outside he seems like a pretty villain-like UNdividual (see what I did there?), however he's actually not as bad as people make him out to be. I mean, sure, he likes to feed on the misery of living beings, but who cares? Yeaaaah, okay, he might be a bit of a villain, but atleast he doesn't STRANGLE PUPPIES! He's also sorta slumbering, as he's really tired of Spooks.
