Hey guys! This is the last Reminder!
Each year we change the sylum site password for protection.
We have set the new password and I’ll be posting it on the Sylum Security email.
The only way to get the new password is joining Sylum Security Group.
It will change over the 1st of November – so make sure to join the group.
On November 1st it will switch to the new one.
I know most of you thought my birthday was the first part of the month, but its really today!
It’s the big 50 Birthday! And right now I’m on a small vacation to enjoy it.
Benoit was born in Gaul. His father was a Roman soldier, who earned his freedom, his mother, was the daughter of a scholar. His mother saw to his education, his father saw to his ability to defend himself.
His father had always said he inherited his mother sense of compassion and trust, he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing in the world they lived.
Through political and diplomatic means, Benoit became close with the Meridius Family. He was there the fateful day when soldiers road into the farm. Instantly he knew the situation was bad, and grabbed his charge, young Alejandro and ran.
And didn’t stop.
He knew if Rome was to discover the boy had lived, he would be hunted down and killed.
He kept running until he hit Britain.
When Alejandro became ill, he found Severus, the nearby Roman Garrison’s doctor. He begged him to save the boy, that it was important for him to live, his family name needed to survive.
Severus slowly got the story out of the Benoit, while helping the child. Over the next few months the two became friends. In time he told Benoit about his nature, and gave him away to watch over not just the kid, but his children, and children’s children. To make sure the family name survived.
He took it without remorse.
Yeah so it’s been a while for this.
Honestly this year has been well a year … not a good year, lets just put it that way.
I’ve got a lot of stuff to do with Advent, and trying to get back into a writing gig … trying.
So here’s the beginning of a story I’ve been working on for well two years now (thought not sure I count this year!)
I’m hoping to get back focused and keep this going, but do not expect weekly updates – this will be sporadic.
PS: The title of the story is from the song that inspired this fic
We just had horror movie day. I stated wasn’t a fan of horror movies – well I’m not but I do enjoy the occasional zombie movie.
Which leads to the main question. How much of a zombie are you without the coffee fix?
Honestly I’m not a fan. Never have been.
But for those who are, and tis the season – what’s your favorite horror film.
Hey everyone! It’s that time of year.
Each year we change the sylum site password for protection.
We have set the new password and I’ll be posting it on the Sylum Security email.
The only way to get the new password is joining Sylum Security Group.
It will change over the 1st of November – so make sure to join the group.
Right now both old and new will work, but on November 1st it will switch to the new one.
Jonathon was born in Paris, France. His has few memories of his mother, just that she had a soft smile, dark curls, and always wore a pale blue dress to Mass. He was eight when she died.
He grew up learning to be a Blacksmith, having his father’s larger build. By sixteen he could wield a hammer easily and had the ability to create more than horseshoes and wheels.
When his father was killed for the few coins in his purse, Jonathon closed his father’s shop and by a twist of fate, became an Inspector. His strength and cunning moved him up the ranks as an Inspector.
He met his wife, Maria, who was a waitress in a bar. She had green eyes, blonde hair, and was wearing a pale blue dress. He kept coming back and ordering a drink, until she finally stopped serving him, demanding he respect the uniform he wore and do his job. He laughed, pulling her into his lap and whispering that he was there only for her.
A few months later they were married.
A year later she announced she was pregnant. Jonathon was worried with the way society was starting to decay, but trusted her beyond reason. She never recovered from the birth, and slipped away quietly when his son was a few weeks old.
He raised his son, Arnaud, as best as he could, making sure the boy had an education that she would be proud of. When Arno was eight, he was dragged back to their home by a fellow Inspector, stating that the boy had picked his pocket.
Jonathon looked at his boy, ‘I thought I told you not to pick pocket fellow Inspectors’. It was the beginning of his friendship with Javert.
In 1789 his life changed.
He watched in horror as his son was dragged up to the Guillotine. He yelled at the soldiers to stop, the mob to stop, but no one listened – the scream of agony rocked through the square in front of the Notre Dame Cathedral.
A few days later, Javert pulled his drunk ass out of the of the gutter and Turned him.
I have no idea what I’m doing so that’s fun!
How is everyone else doing?
More Birthday Fun!
I’m always open for some Sylum
Feel free to ask away in the form below.
The one I know most want to know – yes Family is still being worked on. Guys it’s been a shit year and at this moment I’ve been lucky to write a paragraph, let alone a whole arc.
More Birthday Fun!!
A question I do get asked a lot – how many stories do I have plotted out?
A LOT!! NO really a LOT!! Some never see light of day, fun ideas or moments that at times make it into snippets, but never a major story.
Lots of fun side stories, of a variety of different characters.
And of course major storyline and arc series.
The downside is not having time to divulge into the stories as much as I would like!
