Lore for my oc "Felix Fletcher"
Felix Fletcher was born on October 15th, 1904 in the rural parts of Tucson, Arizona. At this point, Arizona, along with most western states were about to finish their time being part of the western frontier, which meant poor life would continue to be difficult. Unfortunately for Felix, he would be faced with a plethora of abuse through out his years of living, starting from the earliest of his memories when he was 7 years old, when he got back-handed for dropping a plate. As minor as that is, it would only continue to get worse from there. His parents were the very religious type that would give you criticism if you did anything slightly wrong, but behind the very holy exterior was an interior of rotten hatred, being apart of a devil worshipping religion that had subtly spread through out the area, Felix's brother wasn't too different, though distancing himself from the other family characters, he did have a hand in harassing Felix throughout his early youth.
As the abuse from his parents continued on, it would finally begin to affect Felix and his psyche, starting at age 11 when he begin terrorizing his school-peers and other members of the school. Most of the terror would be in the form psychological insults like manipulation and verbal abuse, while at other times he would do things like pull ears, poke and prod at them and sometimes scratch at the other kids. Some of it was in secret, but eventually it would get to a point where he landed himself in a psychiatric facility, which would only lead to more torment towards him.
During his first stay at the facility, he would have an encounter with a supposed ghost boy, who claims to have died there from major mistreatment. When Felix asked about the boy, he would be told to stay quiet, and would be threatened if any more about it was said. This cycle of terrorizing his peers and being sent to hospitals would continue up until he was 15, when he matured just a little bit and developed a slightly grey moral code, which was at least a step in the right direction. It was also at this point when his parent's satanic worshipping started to become more present to him.
At 16 years old, Felix would be dragged into one of the ceremonies, and be forced to shed blood for a ritual, in which he had a symbol carved into his chest, which caused an unknown entity to attach itself to him, and it continues to do so to the present day. Since then, he would see a tall shadow creep around him occasionally, sometimes even communicating with him at the deepest of hours and on the most exhausting nights, just to make him feel a little insane.
It was around the time of the ritual where his psyche continued to shred itself. At least in the modern day, he would have undiagnosed depression and something of the neurodivergence. At this point, he would be diagnosed with psychosis, while also being considered a psychopath by those who know him. Often, he would go into fits of rage or sadness, and it has been said that he has threated many of the locals around this time to the point where some policemen were on the verge of getting involved.
At the age of 17 is when things finally changed for Felix. For 10 years and potentially more, has he been suffering at the hands of his own parents, specifically his father. Consistent verbal insults to him of how he failed at being a man. Constant physical attacks that have been caused for no reason at all, and plenty of near fatal injuries. By the time he was on the rise of becoming an adult, he went into a back room in the house and found a regular sized Colt Single Action, loaded and everything. On that same day, his mother and brother had left for something unknown, and he decided to use that gun on his father, slaughtering him until he had became fused with the couch he was shot on. After that, Felix ran away from his home and never returned, and has no idea what happened to his remaining family members.
Of course, you cannot get what you want in life, and if you ask you shall not receive. Being a western man, and a man living in a place that had a mythical run in the old west, he had to live in such a state of violence, and on top of that, America had gone into a full state of alcoholic prohibition, and even though Arizona had been in one for 5 years before it started in the whole country, it was going to finally reach it's peak.
For the next 4-5 years, Felix would be thrown around in a storm of murder, violence, loss and gain. He'd befriend a few people that he'd run with in deranged attacks towards other people or troubling gunfights that made the ears ring. He would be arrested many times for numerous murders that involved members of the KKK, and because of that, many Klan members continued to try and target him. Felix had made a small name for himself in the Arizona state, especially among the rich white men of society, who he hated very much. Felix had a history of killing these rich men, a lot of the people he encountered were racist or tried to cross him, and he hated that, and because he was so adamant on getting the last laugh, it would result in somebody dying.
He'd continue the cycle of torturing people, killing them, being haunted and being a degenerate, ruthless person would continue until early 1927. By this time there had been a pretty deadly vendetta, or a hunting party that he would be involved in, and because of that, he decided to retire whatever was doing, and leave, taking his life to St. Louis to hopefully ease up.
St. Louis is where he was completely still with no action. The most he'd get into is being a prostitute just to get by for the first few weeks of him arriving, and a kill or 2 from some crazy hobos. He'd find out about The Little Daisy and become an accountant there, despite the failing state of the cafe and the Lackadaisy, which is where the heart of it all was. He'd find minor solace managing finances for the dying world, and being there let somebody into his life that he needed to get his head in check, and it was exactly what he needed.
