Vlad masters was not an unkind man. He donated to charity, he was a common fixture in any sort of fundraiser for any of the local high schools and colleges. He did his best to be a fixture of good will for the community. But Vlad Masters also held a dark side of himself, he sneered at poverty and couldn't figure out why the lower class was the way it was. Of course, no one knew his darker thoughts, no one knew the heavy resentment and hatred he felt for the Fenton's.
Vlad Masters had an ...accident. A few years after college. A minor miscalculation that had burdened him with a son. Taking his own mistake and making it work for him, Masters had the woman incarcerated on phony charges of heroin and had bought the lawyers to give him full parental rights. He'd find a use for his son someday. For now, Danial masters, will attend school and honestly, stay out of Vlad's way. Vlad had a mission to complete before the Fenton's. With their little girl and ideas of making a larger portal in their new home in Amity.
Vlad masters, was Plasmius. A cackling manic of a ghost that spent hours to days honing his skills and powers. Would split his very being into halves or thirds or more, just so he could have more hands typing away or more minds scouring equations. He barely spared a glance at his small son, making sure the child always stayed out of the library, where there was a hidden entrance to his underground lab. He was a halfa, a rare mix of ghost and human, and one that was hellbent on governing the ghost plane and ruling over the human world.
If only he could get his portal to work before the Fenton's.