Percy, Percy V, The Midnight Rider
Lore
Perseus Alexandros Valor was born in Boston in 1942 to affluent parents, Cassius Valor Sr (a young politician) and Lusine Valor (an up and coming Broadway actress). After a werewolf incident in the streets of Boston took Lusine from Percy only a year after his birth, his father became obsessed with retribution. Percy grew up with an absent father, being raised by nannies, and eventually, his father’s second wife, Dina, when he turned 16.
As he neared adulthood, his father brought Percy under his wing, and exposed his son to the Otherworld for the first time. In his father’s pursuit for retribution, he had built a small network of hunter guilds in the northeast United States who answered to him directly, and devoted their lives to his cause. Percy was exposed to the horrendous acts his father was carrying out on Otherworlders in the name of ‘revenge’, and it scared the absolute hell out of him. He ran away from home at 17, leaving his Father, his Stepmother, and his new little sister, Celeste, behind.
Fleeing to Europe, Percy’s ties to the now known Valor family was not welcome by the Otherworlders there. It was easy for a relatively naive young man to get entangled with a vampire cult in the bowels of the French catacombs, and at the age of 19, he was brought on as a thrall by a sire mother known as la femme en rouge in the name of being young, sexy, and hedonistic forever and ever.
Though he may have miscalculated how long ‘forever’ meant; it took a couple of decades for the thrall act to become tiring. An act of resistance against his sire revealed his affinity for glamor magic (an ability all vampires possess to some degree-- however Percy was extra convincing), leading to him being able to break the bond and flee back to the states in the 80s.
In the first few months of his freedom, Percy floated between Otherworld clubs searching for work, trying to find his place in the world. On a late October night, he came across a mortal about to jump off of an office building, and convinced the man (a middle aged real estate agent named Thomas) to live to see another day. Or so he thought.
Thomas had been married to a woman for fifteen years, with two kids, a house, and a dog, when he realized he was gay. On the curtails of his divorce, he explored his identity openly for the first time in his life and unfortunately ended up with HIV in the height of the AIDs crisis in 1980s New York. It had been an attempt on ending his life that the vampire ended that night, much to his own personal chagrin.
Percy fell head over heels for Thomas, who was everything he wasn’t and never had a chance to be, based off of his own stupid and foolish decisions. A quiet, mild mannered man who preferred hot chocolate over coffee, libraries over clubs, and staying in with his cat. It wasn’t long onto their entanglement that he revealed himself as a vampire, and Thomas was surprisingly accepting and open to it.
Until Percy offered him the bite
Thomas vehemently refused. He was far too gentle a man to be a vampire, he’d say, much to Percy’s growing desperation. He would continue to ask. And Thomas would continue to get worse, and worse, as time went on, and Percy was reminded why creatures like him weren’t supposed to entangle with mortals.
A decade after Thomas’s passing, Percy had moved on to a gig job as a security guard for some rich fuck in Mexico, with a dealer friend of his, Raul. It was on another chilly, unsettling night that Percy came across a crying baby in the cradling arms of the Wellspring tree he was supposed to be guarding, and before he thought about consequences, he took the child and Raul and ran.
Only three months after taking on the responsibility for the strange baby, Percy was reminded once again of why he did not entangle with immortals and left the child in Raul’s care. Since then, he has spent every night in a different city, riding between venues on his midnight motorcycle and offering his glamor magic services to the highest bidder. He is currently running from a shadow of his past he’s pretty sure he’s shaken off. Pretty sure


