His name was Brennan Calivott.
Brennan was born into a well-to-do family. His parents owned and ran a very prestige Opera house and were very wealthy. By how things looked you could say he's had a very fortunate life. But looks can be deceiving.
Brennans parents were brought together in a forced marriage for financial and political reasons. They were not all to fond of each other much, nor did they ever plan to have children. Brennan was a mistake.
His parents would ignore him as an infant, and leave him with the nannies (who were not so nice themselves.)
As he got older they started to pay more attention to him, but it wasn't the kind of attention one would want. At the tender age of 6 they began to verbally abuse him, and at the age of 11 it had grown to become physical. Beating him had seem to become an activity his parents both enjoyed doing together.
His entire back had been scarred from an extensive amount of whippings, as well as his legs, upper arms, and even his chest.
In an effort to please them he learned how to play 10 instruments, practice his vocals to perfection even when his throat became soar, wrote opera screenplays, composed music, directed operas (while his parents were out getting themselves drunk and whatnot), worked backstage. Still it was never enough for them and the violence continued.
When visitors came over there always seemed to be something wrong with him. (He still dressed in proper fine clothing, but..)
"What happened to his arm?"
"Oh he just fell down the stairs."Liars. You kicked me down those stairs.
"What happened to his leg?"
"Oh he fell off the stage, clumsy boy."Liars! You broke my leg with a mallet!
"What happened to his eye?"
"Oh the child wasn't careful while playing with the sword props. Sometime he can be so stupid."Liars!! You fucking ripped it out with your own fingers!!
By the age of 16 he had enough.
A large opera event was going to take place, and that was when he was going to make his move.
He spiked the lead female opera singers drink, causing his mother to have to take her place in the performance. His father had been directing it so he would be backstage during the show. It was perfect.
The night before the opera Brennan snuck out of his room into the opera house, where he left thin trails and drops of gasoline backstage, in the audience, and on all the exists. He then sprayed the whole place with expensive perfume to cover the smell, his mother wouldn't need it where she was going.
The next day.
People flocked in, and the house was full. And the opera began without a hitch. Perfect.
Meanwhile, Brennan snuck into his fathers study room. With the help of a chair he climbed atop the fire place and took the sword off its mantle. Jumping down, he then grabbed the torch lighting the room and headed for the performance.
With perfect timing, he entered as act two had just ended, his mother had just finished an aria and everyone was applauding. The applaud quickly feel into confused silence as he made his way to the stage, the sword dragging along the ground.
"What do you think you're doing!?" His mother screamed angrily as made his way onto the stage. He said nothing as he stood looking at her and threw the torch at the audience. Sending everything ablaze. Oh the screams of the people who were on fire, and those who tried to escape but could not. Nobody could escape. In the commotion Brennan whipped the sword at his mother, decapitating her. Reaching down he picked up her head by the hair. "Whoops mother, I'm so clumsy~"
As backstage went ablaze, courtesy of the gasoline trails, his father came onto the stage coughing, a gun pointed at Brennan. Lucky for him one of the support beams from the ceiling collapsed over his father, causing him to drop the gun and become pinned. "You good for nothing! What have you done!?"
"Are you not enjoying it father? Do you not hear the fire singing? I have created the perfect aria! I have created the perfect sound of music!! I have created the perfect opera!!!" And with that he brought his sword down and decapitated his father as well. Brennan laughed, and laughed, and laughed as the opera house was burning as well with the people in it. Eventually the flames engulfed the stage, burning Brennan with it. Still alive but to burnt up to move, and still burning too, the orange shadow came to him. And Aria came to be.
This was so fun to write dsjhfasd
His history is my favorite out of all of them.
I love his history.
I imagine the opera fire scene all animated like a movie and just dslkjhsa
SO GOOD SO GOOOOODD
Especially with this [link]
Just everything burning to his theme song
The background is from google, I just manipulated it a bit o3o