Vergil
Grateful - Honorable - Dependable
Silent Observer
Pet Name: Vergil
Owner: Isyli
Theme / Type: Oceanic Quari
Born: December 4, 2007
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Aeneid
MisticPal Age: 5860 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 1
Defense: 1
Speed: 5
Intellect: 1
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 1/373 [ View Books ]
1. Cheran Myths
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 7/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Bumbleluv
2. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
3. - LuvBird
4. - Milk Chocolate Skull Pop
5. - Pyramid Cake
6. - Scarab Soup
7. - Scorpion on a Stick
2. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
3. - LuvBird
4. - Milk Chocolate Skull Pop
5. - Pyramid Cake
6. - Scarab Soup
7. - Scorpion on a Stick
Why Silence?
Name: Vergil Jeremith
Age: 25
Birthday: December 4, 1984
Orientation: Heterosexual
Biological Parents: Juliette (Wesley) and MaryLynn Jeremith
Favorite Song: Scat Man by Scat Man John
Rain was a relief. It cleansed the land of foulness and created the world anew. Rain was always followed by the humid heat, of 98 degrees and heavy skies, as if weighted down by the sun. But rain, blesséd rain, was cool and soothing and free.
My name, my dear reader, is Vergil. You have rarely heard my whisper soft voice, and never truly knew what dwelled behind the silence of my eyes. You know me as a servant, loyal only to Master Roman D'Lancastor. You have not heard but an inkling of my past, and I will tell you my tale now, after such an obsequios lack of stories.
I was born to a mother and mother, one carrying the male name and 'gender'. He, like others of his kind, bound her girls and dressed so unmistakably as a man that I had not known her true self until I was ten years of age, when my biological mom passed away. Her real name was Juliette, my closest mother, who taught me how to fight and do boyish things. I choose not to speak her male name, for she was, in all essence, a female. It was to protect me, and she died because of it.
Those who followed a certain group wanted to destroy all those who 'betrayed Nature's law'. The late D'Lancastor was one of them. We were, for generations, servants of the D'Lancastor house. Roman and I grew up together, him older in years than his actual age. I had told him, in confidence, that my mothers were indeed only mothers when I was fifteen. I took pride in them, and he was my closest friend.
Later that night, murderous filth invaded our home just outside the main mansion. Juliette was killed, innocent skin bared, her true identity revealed. I was strangled until I passed out. I don't know how I survived, damaged throat and all. Another servant found me, and I was rushed to the hospital. It was then that I realized my voice was no longer useful.
For years, I secretly despised my Master. He had ratted me out to his pompous father, afterall. Or so I thought.
Roman had noticed my sullenness and utter dislike of him. He confronted me about it, and I very nearly killed him myself. Only his words brought me back to my senses, and I ran. And kept running.
Kindness followed me wherever I went; money here and there, food given, and places to sleep in strangers' houses. I had not known that Roman followed me very carefully for those three years and requested their help.
I came back eventually, clean-shaven and barely recognizable, dressed in a suit given to me at my last location. Everything had changed. As I entered the mansion, I heard Master Roman's footsteps pounding down the hall. I was gathered in an outrageously painful hug, tears streaking down his face. The words he said next I would never forget.
'I'm sorry,' he said, letting me go to step back, 'a guard overheard our conversation those three years ago... I followed you, and gave you all I could give, through the kindness of others.'
All the sweeter were the next words; 'Welcome home, my friend.'
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