Hello friends. Finally, my origin story. Oh, how long have I awaited the day I would start it! But now I kinda'm dreading it.. huh. My past is more complicated than painful or anything, excluding some parts. I'm not including my real name but not my username either. And I would really suggest reading my profile before you start. Really. DO IT. Okay, that's it, let's start. This is just the intro.
ORIGIN STORY
INTRO
Litwick. There's something you just have to admire about the guy. He's very smart and my opinion and makes, pretty well thought out comments that have made you think about at least at one time or another. But one quote from him I like is, "But, like the others, I was someone before I was a Guardian, the Guardian of Protection."
The reason I bring this up particularly is the words, "I was someone before". I obviously, myself was someone before I was a Guardian. But also, I was sort of still the same person after joining the GMAD. Before I was a Guardian. People think I'm dead, but it's not as if all record of me was snuffed out from existence, or that everyone on the planet thinks I never was. Or that I died and woke up with no memories.
I know myself, I know exactly who I am. It's more of what I am.
My name was Lantern Louver so when I became a part of GMAD I simply excluded my "U" and added a 23 while bunching it all together.
I lived in the human world with my mother, Cordelia Louver. I never knew my dad, still don't. All I know that his name is Alcatran Louver and he's definitely a jerk, the way my uncle described him. My mom never talk bad about him but I could tell she was angry at him for leaving us. She never told me who he really was. He was Alcatran Louver, the most popular vampire in a parallel dimension, the Afterlife.
And pretty soon, I'd be going there too.
Let me add something onto that sentence, people think I'm dead. I'm not. I mean, what happened should've… it should've killed me. I mean, seriously, getting pushed off a 200 floor building and landing on my head should've been the end of me. But it wasn't. Something was wrong with me, definitely. And that is where my story began.
