[Hollow] Moll Dyer (Servant)

Master





Name:

Brant William Dyer


Age:

18


Gender:

Male


History:

He was born in Leonardtown, Maryland, USA, to self-proclaimed hedge witch Henrietta Dyer. His mother got pregnant from a one-night stand with a local state attorney. A man called Maxwell Sedgwick, who, for all intents and purposes, never acknowledged that the child could be his because he looked nothing like him. A very convenient excuse to hide his infidelity from his wife and to protect his position in the community. Brant grew up in a home that did not have much in terms of luxuries, as his mother had difficulty holding down a steady job due to a combination of mental illness and an addiction to her medication. Brant didn't complain when he had to wear second-hand clothes or spend extended living alone. It was just how life was; his mother never hit or maltreated him, even when he was cooked up on drugs.

Sure, he was picked on in school for his clothes.

Sure, he never had any nice toys or could go on fancy vacations out of state or to other parts of the world.

Sure, there was always this constant rumour about what a crazy person his mother was for practising magic, trying to summon things in the backyard, lighting millions of candles, and dancing around doing all kinds of weird rituals in the moonlight until she was threatened by arrest.

Of course, he was not innocent, often getting into fights with other students at school for refusing to become another victim of bullying. It didn't matter if he got suspended from school for a few days, and with time, it worked, and no one dared to mess with him afterwards.

But he was still happy sometimes. He liked to read and spent hours doing it, reading both fiction and historical books. Doing so became an escape, to run off into other worlds where the real-life troubles seemed unimportant and small compared to fighting dragons and monsters like the heroes did; how he longed for more, to be and do, to feel.

Then, Henrietta died of an overdose a few weeks ago.

It was not a good time, but at least she had the decency of dying after he turned 18, so there was no talk of sending him into foster care. He also found out that his mother did not leave him without anything. There was a will; he had inherited a cottage from his mother, which he had not even known they owned. With the threat of eviction, he decided to try his luck and moved out from the slummy apartment that had been his home for the last 18 years. With everything inside boxes, he moved to this mysterious cottage on the outskirts of Leonardtown.

It was a dump, but at least it did not rain in, and there were no squatters if you didn't count the rodent infestation.

He found more of his mother's "research", books on witchcraft, sorcery and magic. His mother had believed herself a witch, even if none of her spells seemed to have worked, but... she talked about the magical blood running in their family. His first instinct had been to burn it all, but for some reason, he didn't, opting to go through everything instead. Maybe it was the only consistent thing left behind by his mother, and it had been vital to her, the only thing that anchored her to reality. He couldn't destroy it.

At least he had a roof over his head.

Yet, one of the cottage's tomes continued to call him a book about summoning.

After several sleepless nights, he indulged his curiosity and began to read the tome. It described a curious ritual of summoning that he remembered his mother had mentioned, and she tried doing it herself, but it had not worked. Not that it would work now...

Yet, it continued to poke at his mind.

Finally, he decided to try the ritual to silence his curiosity. He did not know what would come of it if the ceremony worked, or more likely nothing, but at least he would not look like an idiot like his mother had done when she did the same thing on the balcony of their apartment.

Little did he know that being of a magical bloodline would serve as a very unusual beacon, calling something back to Leonardtown that used to live there long ago.


Personality:

Brant is a crude, arrogant, hot-tempered, and aggressive person and has sometimes shown to be highly arrogant and sarcastic to those around him. He has no trouble showing open hostility towards those he dislikes, speaking his mind openly and caring little for the importance of title or influence. Determined and thirsty for victory, Brant smiles eerily during a conflict. He is incredibly focused on achieving his authentic successes and has learned never to underestimate his opponents, something he learned from the beatings he had endured. Despite that, he is brilliant and perceptive, capable of strategic planning and improvisation. Moreover, Brant's grades were among the highest in his class, and he already knew how to read perfectly by the age of four, evidence that he treated studying seriously.

While a somewhat volatile person, Brant is smart enough to discern who his enemies and allies are. He is not nice or open with people on his side or anyone else but will act less unfriendly and sometimes even kind to those who earn his respect. Because of his attitude and vulgar language, Brant's few friends often react negatively to him, although they have come to appreciate his skills, and some have warmed up to his personality. 

His interest clashes with his general personality, such as possessing very green fingers when maintaining a garden and a fondness for wildlife or animals. His only real love is for his feline companion, a black cat he named Gabrielle, or Gabs, as he calls her.

Rue those who would dare to harm his princess!

Brant also values hard work and fair play, would not dream of stabbing someone in the back, and opts for punishing them in the face instead.


Magical preference:

Unlike his mother, he was born with an affinity for witchcraft and a strong connection with the elements of fire and air, and his magic circuit is incredibly well-developed.  Which he unknowingly inherited from one of his ancestors, William Dyer.  Brant also inherited a family magic crest when he accidentally touched a family heirloom as a small child, but he remains unaware of this fact even to this day. He has the potential to become a mighty mage, something he has only started to scratch the surface of. What he lacks is not ability but experience and training.


Visual Appearance: 

Brant is a lanky teenager with black hair and dark (almost black) eyes. Despite appearing more gangly, he still possesses an impressive physical body and is no stranger to getting into a fight if he has to. Of course, he could not ever hope to compete with those heroes of legend, but he can do very well against normal people, both mages and otherwise. As for clothing, he usually dresses in simple clothes, not putting much stock or effort into appearances. Because of this, his wardrobe is mostly second-hand, and many were torn or worn down.