Darkley's Boarding school; named after the founder, Lord Darkley, who designed the school for troubled boys who could never change their vile ways. It was a place for those who were abandoned, a place for those who were truly wicked, for those with cold hearts, and evil intentions.. But it was also a place for the misunderstood..

Lord Darkley himself was a quiet, but respected man (although only his students respected him).
He was an orphan at birth, his parents abandoning the small "accident" that was Darkley.

Darkley.. That wasn't even his real name.. More so a nickname given to him since he was never given a name by his horrible parents..
He spent most of his childhood concealed the the darkest shadows of the alleys. His pale skin never bathed in the light, and he hid himself from other people..
Even as a young boy, Darkley was never one to be social. He only went out during the coldest of nights to seek out some food, and would then return to the dark abandoned tower that was his one and only home..
He grew into a young adult, and slowly his sanity was evading him.
Each day, he found himself talking to his only friend; his shadow.
It spoke to him like a friend from the other side, and never interrupted him when he spoke.
The voices of his shadows were a family for him, and they were the only ones he ever knew..

Darkley was in fact a strange man. There was no denying it.
He enjoyed seeing blood; somehow it helped him keep his sanity.
Not to mention, Darkley had an odd fascination of snakes.. The way they slithered, the way they hissed, the feel of their glossy cold scales as they move past his hand..
He absolutely loved the little misunderstood creatures..
.. Misunderstood.. Just like him..