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TLDR: After running away from home and traveling the states, the lonely busking drifter is forced to settle down as a vampire yr 1979
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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀, 1979
It’s easy to find yourself lost in Santa carla, the lights, the shops…The murder capital of the world! — a town that’s always had its way of eating the lonely alive.
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Viggo was born yr. 1960 in New Orleans, where he was brought up in the Bywater district. His mother, Nannette, worked wherever there was work—mostly clubs and bars. She'd clean up after shows, run drinks, wipe tables, sweep floors. Sometimes, she’d sing backup if someone didn’t show. Viggo’s Father, Imran, worked down by the docks during the day. The pay was inconsistent but it kept them floating for the week so no one could really complain.
Viggo was a very quiet child, he was observant and easily overwhelmed. It was hard for Nan to raise a kid with early psychological issues but she did her best and made it very verbally clear to him how much he was loved. Any kids who did know him though a line of parents disliked him and considered him spoiled because of it. (Aka if they were bad they’d get they ass wooped while Viggo got gentle parented LMFAOOO) But they were all small, no one knew any better.
Nannette homeschooled Viggo for the majority of his childhood. She taught him how to read using flyers, menus, handwritten notes, song lyrics. Math came from sorting tips at the kitchen table, counting change, learning how to budget blah blah blah…she raised him to be respectful. To say what he meant and do what he promised.
Viggo doesn’t notice it but everything she’d taught him had become the spine of his moral compass. And he didn’t notice how much being with the boys had changed that compass.
Because Nanette worked nights, Viggo spent a lot of time around these clubs and music venues near the French quarter. someone handed him a guitar when he was still too small to hold it properly. Sure it was cute for a few pictures but Nan picked up easily on how interested her son was and ended up handing down her own to him! (The one he still has today) Music made sense to Viggo! Well it made more sense than people did, song was simpler than conversation, and it gave him something to focus his restless and noisy mind on.
Year 1970, Nannette had died when Viggo was about Ten. everything good had been taken away along with his mother’s body. Imran spiraled into hard drinking, bigotry, and bitterness. He became cruel fast —he hated Viggo— resented him for needing too much, for being too quiet, and strange, and queer, and too much like his mother. Most of all, Viggo thinks Imran hated living, and that he was the closest thing to take that hatred out onto.
It wasn’t long before Viggo was enrolled in Edna Karr. School was rough (learning ability wise), teachers didn’t know what to do with him, and neither did the other kids. He wasn’t bullied, but he never placed anywhere and didn’t make many friends. At home accusations escalated and their altercations started getting more intense. Viggo managed to drop out on his own (Aka he just stopped going) that same year and his father saw it as another failure due to the way Nan brought him up.
Viggo and Imran clashed a lot, Viggo was as guilty of hitting his father as his father was him. Which wasn’t often but it was enough—During one episode that spiraled too far, Viggo snapped, grabbed his guitar and left.
Being homeless at eleven was oddly the easiest stage of his life. He had his guitar, he was still small; cute if scrappy, and people—mostly of his own complexion— took easy pity on him. Older gutter punks looked out for him in limited ways. They’d let him crash in shared shelter spots, which plants wouldn’t kill him and how to avoid police.
He stopped co-inhabiting after an ADULT man tried to steal HIS guitar case. After that he kept to himself and kept the guitar on him at all times.
Traveling was fine if not exhausting, he walked during the days and slept during the nights, the most he would stay in one spot was around a week. He got this grand idea in his head that it didn’t have to be exhausting and scary, that he would visit every town and city in all fifty of the states, and get proof of it! (Travel Patches for his vest!) Unfortunately proof costed money, and up until this point of leaving Louisiana he’d been fine digging for food with the occasional quarter patted into his palm…he doesn’t really know how to work, but he knows music so he starts busking.
Busking worked! Most of the time. People are generous when he still looks like someone’s kid. He learns quickly which songs get coins and which ones don’t.… He gets arrested.
Loitering. Vagrancy!! Playing without a permit. Something small, something meaningless. But it was enough to scare him and keep him moving.
As he gets older things start to change, The pity dries up. People stop seeing a “lost boy” and start seeing a problem. A negro with no home and nothing better to do than bother these poor white folk trying to have a nice day ugh wtf Viggo.
It slaps him in the face HARD. He’s chased off sidewalks. Watched too closely in stores. Threatened for existing too long in one place…He starts picking up on the fact that his more observant nature might be the only thing saving his sorry ass. If he could understand faces before words, he could get out before any issues arrived, but this made it hard work for money.
Jump ahead to 1979! Viggo is 19! He’d stayed around the west a lot longer than he’d planned, it was nicer that way in the sense that there was public showers thanks to the beaches and lots of churches that were willing to offer food.
He’d found his way to Santa Carla California where he stayed under a dock piling not far from the boardwalk. It was good money here! (The murder capital of the world who would’ve thunk it?) he played in tourist spots and got food off the walk (mostly sweet treats but who cares) and things were looking good aside from the constant feeling that he was being watched…
He tried to brush it off, it wasn’t uncommon for Viggo to feel like he was being watched or to hear things that just weren’t there. But the feeling stops after he’d met a certain charming blonde around a week and some psychological horror later who shared a cigarette with him.
Marko became his friend, he’d visit him every other night and then he introduced Vig to a group of other rowdy teenage boys.
It was nice to feel like a kid! It was fun to have friends to do boyish things with, sneaking into movie theaters, hopping over cars and getting drunk on the beach, it was so fun he didn’t really seem to notice the amount of times he’d almost died.
Unfortunately unknowingly running around with a gang of vampires will make you some enemies and Viggo gets beaten nearly to death on the cliffs by Surf nazis. Marko finds him as the sun is rising and gives him his blood in hopes to hold him over until he and the boys can come retrieve him but when they found Viggo again he’d already completed his bridge transition by mauling and consuming his assaulters. (Which is a…gentle way to put it). Viggo disassociated heavily during this process and was practically feral and tweaking once found.
Viggo endures the horrors and a dead man’s equivalent to seizures for about two years into his vampirism sadly enough… and wasn’t overly interactive during the first few months, but managed to pull through and survive through Marko and Dwayne’s help (along with the other boys, but David had originally suggested a mercy kill when he saw how bad it was, Marko fought tooth and claw for this man godbless)
Skip again summer 1987! In the movies the boys die and David is implied dead (i say implied due to comic sequel & the fact that his body was never completely destroyed because of the original plans for another film other than tribe and thirst) and Viggo had managed to sever his bond to the coudlron before these events. Now he spends a lot of the storyline desperately trying to find a way to resurrect his boyfriends(?) but sadly in the end upon achieving this (??) he sacrifices himself.
Rat Central
🐀 Viggo is lean and fairly short standing at 5”ft 8 inches and is visibly underweight. He’s built up some slim muscle from carrying his guitar and baggage across the states, and has sturdy legs, but otherwise has a frail frame. Viggo typically wears his hair long and loose to conceal any tangles or knots, tying it back only halfway on the occasion that he does. He dresses in thin layers of mesh and fabrics wrapped around his torso, heavy large boots, and his travel vest. Viggo carries himself tensely in an attempt to appear bigger (in contrast to his height & weight) but seems most at ease when playing guitar or chatting up one of the boys.
 🐀 The “found” Vampires coincidentally lose all sense of rhythm post transition. Viggo considers this the worst thing that could’ve ever happened to him, his own death included… Playing his guitar since his un-death has proved a real struggle for Viggo-! He gets frustrated with it easily despite the boys claiming to enjoy anything he plays. Eventually Viggo discovers it’s easier to focus on timing rather than the flow or feeling of his songs and has been mimicking (or trying to mimic)his living playing style ever since. He claims he can still tell the difference but it still lures people in so who is he to complain…:(
🐀 yr 1979, Viggo bonded with two Dock-rats near the piling he was squatting under. He named one “Charles-Julien” and the other “Julien-Charles”. Both Charles and Julien were moved into the cave alongside Viggo after he’d joined The Lost Boys, and lived the rest of their lives out comfortably in its nooks and crannies. He often took them out and about in his jacket pockets when roaming the boardwalk.
🐀 Viggo’s First and last job was both found and lost on the boardwalk of Santa Carla. Before said job was offered, Viggo always assumed no one would hire him-therefore there was no reason to ever truly apply himself. A somewhat ‘friend’ got him a job at the record store given his knowledge on music and the fact that he’d worked with it himself! He was good at his job! (Albeit this was a very simple gig). But unfortunately got fired not long before his death date due to the boys causing a general disturbance. He wasn’t all that angry with them, but was embarrassed of himself that he couldn’t keep hold of something so easy.
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Legit just moved all my lost boy posting into one account so I could continue to use this as deer psychosis as soon as I clean it up so if anyone’s intrested in that any viggo posting will be that way
YIPEEEE thank you for your attack on Sherri I had skipped and did a flip when I saw her she’s so wonderful, your sillies were super cool and I hope to get them again in the futureeee
I hate to know how aware he is how everyone in his family avoids touching the right side of his face, even when trying to comfort him and reassure him he’s still the same boy from before the ‘new’ raiders abducted him, lone, Annie and Lincoln. I hate to know how he feels it constantly, how tight his skin is after not being able to grow into it properly, how defensive he gets when someone looks his way while he’s trying to chew his food without it falling out of one side. Garret Genesis ily:(
“Imagine you're so small and cold and scared but there's smaller ones that are smaller and colder and more scared.”
missing the TWD kids oh how I love them like my own😔 before anyone gets on my ass about it yes I will put Lizzie and Mika here because without them Judith wouldn’t have made it out of the prison.
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I can’t stand how tiring it is to see 99% of the children characters getting hate or being called weak, ungreatful—downplayed— in this fandom Overall :( yes it’s not real in the first play I don’t wanna hear that, but from the character’s perspective it is real and the reality is they were all just children. Even while being sheltered it takes a STRONG mind to stay afloat in the new world.
I can argue the same for the mothers in the walking dead but it is obviously going to be hard growing up in an environment that only consists of grief, and death, and starvation, kidnappings and assaults if you stray too far from your group—it’s scary.
What I can do is appreciate small scenes/ child to child relationships because that’s sooo important even though we never got to explore it as a big storyline plot or hook; I miss Sophia that sweet girl=[
Beth taking on being den mother essentially for a while so that the older people can focus on getting things steady, she cared so so so much for Jude I’m devastated
Idk I just wanted to appreciate them rn I miss my kids😔 (fictional apocalypse children)
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