Temporary Name: Bap T. Istry

[{ ~ Ironhide ; ; }]

This will be a character that Iron will be working on from time to time on here c:
Since petpages on Neopets are being a pain in the ass and whatnot, Iron will be working on them here... as a way to get her muse up somewhat and be more active on here

Yay for activeness!

Well, anyways... don't mind these threads too much. They're just rough drafts/random thought-up ideas for histories of a couple of charries.

[{ ~ Ironhide ; ; }]

In The Beginning...
"But, Myrvyna... there isn't another way?" pleaded a tall, light-skinned man with shaggy brown hair to a beautiful woman. The woman was elegant... any man would be drawn in by her looks at first sight. Her face could be described as that of an angel... or a demon in disguise, as it were. Her hair was long and wavy, the color of caramel, and her eyes were an emerald green color.
"Yes, Ishmael. I'm sorry... but to protect you, and Bap... I must turn myself in and find somewhere safe for Bap. If I don't do this, they'll kill you, me and Bap. I want you both to live on." Myrvyna said, closing her eyes for a moment, then reopening them, a blood-red tear running down her cheek.

A Demon Fell in Love With a Human...
Myrvyna took her leave, the baby boy in her arms, not even a week old yet.
"One day, we will meet again, Ishmael. Until that day... goodbye." she said over her shoulder, disappearing into the night outside. Ishmael fell to his knees, outstretching his hand to the place where the woman he'd been married to had disappeared, with the only child he'd ever had.
"One day... you better not be lying, Myrvyna, or so help me..." Ishmael said through a stream of tears, but cracking a smile as well, for he knew what her fate was. Demons that fell in love with a human was a rarity, and were monitored by other demons from the Realm. If they had a child, it was to be disposed of as soon as possible, before it turned a year old. After that, only another hybrid would be able to kill it. For one year... Bap, you hang in there. One year, and then you won't have to worry... Ishmael thought, standing back up and closing the open front door.

A Child was Born...
Myrvyna gazed down at her baby, brimming with happiness that she'd been able to have one. But he would be in critical danger for the first year of his life. That's why... she would drop him off at the place the other demons would least expect to find him; a local Church. He would be raised in the ways of the holy, not knowing what he was. It would be inevitable that he would find out some day, but until then... it was best he didn't know. He would live the younger years of his life much happier if he didn't know what he was, she knew. He may hold a grudge against her for what she was going to do, but he would also thank her... or, at least... she hoped.


Given Away To Be Looked After...
"But you're a demon! And he's merely your spawn! Why should I trust the likes of you?!" exclaimed the priest, holding an anti-demon gun at his waist, his hand trembling as he confronted the beast before him.
"I'm not saying you should trust me. I'm just asking it as a last wish. I became too attached to the human world. If you wish, you can just abandon him in the woods; he will be taken in by the wolves instead. I do not wish for any harm to come to him or his father." Myrvyna said, her eyes piercing the Priest's. The entire body of the Priest began shaking now, unable to control his calm anymore.
"Wh-why would there be any danger to him or his father?" the Priest reluctantly asked. Turning away, Myrvyna called over her shoulder,
"Because he is half-human, half-demon. His father was another human like you. I go to my execution now; take care of Bap or not, your decision." she said, and the big brown-and-orange demon wolf disappeared into the woods. The Priest watched the place where she had disappeared, and cringed when he heard the howling of many wolves; almost as if they were beginning the mourning of the demon wolf. Gazing down at the little baby boy, the Priest couldn't refuse taking care of him. After all... he was only half-demon, right? That meant he didn't have to kill him... of course, if anything were to happen, he'd have to dispose of him. Who is his father? the Priest wondered, picking up the basket and going into the Church, shutting, locking and barring the door behind him.

By A Priest.
"Father, what is the meaning of this? Why do you have an infant here?" one of the Ushers asked.
"Marco, you must promise to keep this secret to yourself. Do not utter a word of it to anybody else." the Priest said, cradling the baby in his arms. It was hard to believe that such a beautiful baby could be the offspring of a demon... no, wait. That would be exactly like the offspring. So beautiful it captivates you, lures you in... then goes for the kill.
"The baby isn't stolen or from a runaway, is he?" Marco asked, his brow creasing inquisitively.
"No, no... far worse. This baby is the offspring of a demon." the Priest said.
"The offspring of a demon?! Then you know what we must do! We need to kill it before-" the man started, taking his own anti-demon gun out and pointing it at the baby in the Priest's arms. The Priest drew his just as quick and aimed it at Marco.
"That is only half true. You never let me finish what I'm saying, Marco. This baby is only half-demon; he has a chance to live a normal life amongst us humans. As long as we don't tell him what he is, there will be no problems." the Priest said.
"A hybrid? But... we aren't demons, but we know what happens to hybrids, and to the demon that created it. Isn't this dangerous, harboring an... well, an illegal demon?" Marco asked, putting his gun away.
"No. This is the last place any demon would look for another demon. That is why she brought him here. It's either that, or abandon him in the woods. Though he is part demon, he's just a baby. You've heard stories about what happens to those raised by nature. It's best if he's raised properly, not knowing what he is." the Priest said.
"There will come a day when he finds out what he is, whether by chance or not... what will you say to him then?" Marco asked, glaring at the baby the Priest was holding.
"Nothing. He will take his own path when he finds out; there will be nothing anybody can do." the Priest said.
"Let's hope that day won't come. I don't want a demon hybrid running amok killing everything that it sees in a rampage after finding out the truth." said Marco, heading up the stairs to the private rooms where he slept.
"Yes... if only..." said the Priest with a sigh.

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Growing Up
"Do I have to?" Bap asked in protest, hanging his head.
"Well, no... but, it would be good if you did." replied his father. "If you show a slight bit of favoritism, then it won't be fair to the other girls." the Priest said.
"What's... favoritism?" Bap asked curiously, tilting his head to the side.
"It's, well... it's like you spend more time with one person than you do others." the Priest said.
"But... I spend a lot of time with you and Marco. Is that favoritism?" Bap asked.
"No, no... you see, it's only favoritism if you do it with people that you don't live with or see every day on purpose. Like, if you chose to spend a day with Jeany and Kayla, but ignore Lori for example. That would make Lori feel bad, and likely make the other two make fun of her for you not wanting to be with her. Does that make sense, Bap?" the Priest asked. Bap nodded.
"Okay, I'll go to her house for a while. I just wish they all wouldn't ask me to go over so much... I'd rather spend time here and learn more about what you really do." Bap said, pulling on his black hooded leather jacket.
"When the time is right, I'll even get Marco to begin training you to be one. Now, run along; her house isn't too far away, and I trust you know enough not to talk to any strangers; you never know what or who they might be." the Priest said, waving as Bap ran out of the Church. The heavy door creaked open, then slammed shut as Bap wedged himself out.

Bap trudged along through downtown, taking the scenic route to, having no idea what was going to happen because of that. Hmph. Why were the girls in this area so crazy about him? Since he was only eight years old, and his father, Father Raul, and Marco didn't explain anything to him until last second, he didn't understand that the girls liked him because he was so cute. Though he didn't know it, it came with being half-demon; your looks draw others in. He still hadn't found out about that, and neither Raul or Marco planned on telling him anytime soon.