OasisRP1

Alexander Kellman grew up in a castle in the Heartlands, being the son of a count. Growing up as a child, was easy for him, as he was awarded everything at his disposal, from books, to fine jewellery, to antique weaponry. He could get whatever he wanted, making him your average spoilt child, apart from his vast interest in the magical arts, and mutations. He, over the years, studied from books and become increasingly interested in these arts, and he read through them time and time again through books and scripture, without his parents knowledge as to what these arts were, due to them usually keeping to themselves and allowing their child to be as spoilt as they wanted him to, to be "good parents".  

As he continued to grow he learned how to use a blade, and when he was old enough, he traveled far north to a place where, he was told, he could study how to use them himself, and continue his fascination with these transformative techniques in isolation. As his carriage pulled up to the lonesome tower in the middle of a dark forest, at the dead of night a faint chill ran down his spine. Something was off, and he felt it in his soul. He almost ordered for his carriage to be turned around before he shook away the feelings and hopped outside, being quickly ushered out of the tower by a kindly looking man in purple robes who ushered him into the tower, to meet other mages and non-mages who were fascinated by the transformative techniques he was. After a while of him discussing they all decided it would be best to get some rest and were all taken to their rooms at the top floor of the tower. Alexander had good dreams that night before then awakening to a firm grip over his arms, shoulders, and feet, opening his eyes to see him and his fellow transformation enthusiasts being dragged into the unknown regions in the upper floors.

The men who dragged them were the purpled robed men from before, and they took him to the next floor up, branding him with an A symbol on his head before bringing him to the next floor, stringing him up on the wall...the pain was burning on the side of his head from the branding. Hours past, and the purple robed men came and went multiple times, taking another prisoner away to the next floor, being followed by screams, until he was the only one left...alone in the darkness. Then it was his turn, he was brought up the steps into a former torture room, which had now been turned into some sort of chamber for experiments. A large pile of misshapen corpses lay in the corner, some barely even looking like the enthusiasts they were before, but it didn't matter. They tested on him, injecting him with multiple different alchemical potions, and ingredients before then casting multiple spells on him. This, again, took hours, with pain being the main part of it...but unlike the others he didn't die, much as he wanted to. Everything went red after a while of their spells, and them reopening there wounds. He had slight visions of terrible things, but he considered it to just be dreams...it couldn't be anything more, right? 

When he awoke he was in the wilderness in his rags and chains being awoken by the man who had driven him to the tower in the first place. After quickly ordering him to be taken back home, his carriage driver accepted, getting him into a carriage and setting him on the way. As he got back to his home he was greeted with a feast and a welcome home party, which he loved. They were all happy to see him alive and well, and treated him with the most kindness he had in his life...but halfway through he begun to feel weird, and wrong. Like he was going to be sick. He asked to be excused before heading downstairs to the winecellar for privacy when he noticed it, the pain where the branding was on his head, and it was beginning to surge throughout his entire body.

The feeling burned more and more heavily, getting only hotter and hotter as time progressed, pain being the only thing he could feel...and thats when the rest of his transformation begun. His hand begun to crackle and bulge with the rest of his body, and his skin begun to change crimson red hue. His veins begun to glow a dull yellow, and his body grew further and further, horns even sprouting from his head, and claws ripped through his nails, replacing them quickly. He begun screaming as his body transformed into something else...an abomination, a Fleshsmith abomination! His Fleshsmith Mutant Form continued to let out his scream as his body reached its full form, before then turning into a roar once he was done, laying there in a monstrous feral rage, ready to hunt...feed.

After he was down there for a while, one of the maids came down to check on him, and it quickly pounced upon her, tearing out her throat with its sharp teeth and maw, consuming what it could before heading up to "rejoin the party". All hell broke loose after that, with all Alexander could do was watch from his own eyes, as his body tore through his loved ones whom had simply come to visit him after his return, eating through them, or ripping them down. Guards came by, but the monster quickly threw chairs and tables at them, causing them either to be crushed or flee. By the end, his castle was burning and the monster was left, tearing into one of the last fathers guards while the rest of the party members, and guards ran in pure terror. He lay in the ruins after that, his body slowly changing back...but despite this he would be forever changed. Forever an abomination...his own obsession had led to this. He did not deserve any of his family fortune.

He left his home in the rags and chains of when he was made into the monster the first time, symbolising his new form as a monster, and symbolising how his mistakes marked him for life, deciding to live the nomads path, the safe path. Years past as he wandered from town to town, constantly shifting at random times of stress, pleasure, or whenever the monster wanted, but Alexander begun to get a handle on it after a while, beginning to travel out of the town or city he was in when he felt the monster ripping his way out...but occasionally it did manage to get out before then. And did it horrible things. The guards always came to find him, but by the time they got there the monster had quickly vanished, and fled from the scene of the crime. He was also constantly hunted by religious zealots, and bounty hunters too, but he had learned how to keep out of there way...or let them find him in his less than happy state, and let the other guy rip them down. He couldn't control it, but that was okay, he was used to that feeling. Of the monster being out of his hands. He just needed to know when to let go, and when to move on. And that is what he needed to do before it got him killed...or got someone else killed.