Patrick Portis
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| Background: Patrick was the fifth child of Kraig and Rachel. He was a "normal" child unlike his brothers and sisters who where "special", save his sister Pam. Pam and Patrick where his parents angel babies. He entered into his teens happy in his "Leave it to Beaver" Life, till his world began to fall apart. A fight between his parents and his older sister Pam, caused Pam to leave home. Soon after he lost his mother as she gave birth to a new angel baby Paul. His younger brother than bolted from the funeral in search of Pam. Unable to deal with his loses, he turned to drugs.
Patrick watched as his family continue to break and fracture into dust. One by one his sister and other brothers left home. Deeper he fell into the drugs for escape. Dragging his younger brother Ken with him one night, to make a drug deal, his world took the final step over the edge. He had Ken wait in the car and entered the alley to make his deal. His mind frying on the drugs he saw the angel of death fall from the sky. The dealers died burnt in a purifying light that the angel cast over them. Patrick turn to flee and the angel block his way. He backed up and spun to flee the other way and again the angel was there. The coldness of the angel's eyes showed no pity, only a fierce anger. Patrick fell to knees pleading to be spared. The angel spoke, "I am watching you and yours. I will be back." The angel shoot up in a comet tail catching a star and was gone. Ken dragged his brother from the alley and pulled him into the car and drove for the first time. Patrick spoke of the angel of death in ramblings. Many times Ken would cut the rope from Patrick's neck or bind his arms to stop the bleeding. The trips to the hospital to pump Patrick's stomach became a weekly event. No one knows what Patrick saw that night. No knows if Patrick even can understand the things around him. Only the playing of his harp calms his troubled spirit. Quietly he will sit through the night till his fingers bleed playing his haunting melodies. His eyes forever watching the sky for that streak of light. Quote: "He is coming to get us, he will take us all." Personality: Patrick stays lost in his own little world of music. For brief moments he will look out and touch this realm as if he was a part of it, only to fall in to the ranting and ravings about the Angel of Death. Through his glazed eyes he waits, he watches, his hands moving across the strings of his harp. Powers/Tactics: Appearance: Patrick still holds to a sound and fit form, his muscles still defined. His pale blonde hair hangs long to his waist. His beautiful hazel eyes are hazed, fixed to something far off. Seldom, can his caregivers get him to dress in more than his jeans. Barefooted, bare chest he wanders the halls finding a window to stare out to play. |
Ghost Archer or Raven