Eric was born to fairly well-to-do parents and had 5 siblings, 2 boys, and 3 girls. All was fairly normal, but when he was around 3 years old his parents divorced. His mother took the girls and his father took him and his brothers. Because his father struggled to take care of the boys and work, they moved in with their grandmother who helped out.

Eric spent a lot of time with her, being the youngest of the boys, and she would read him copious stories about princes and princesses and fantasy. He came to love the subject and aspired to be a prince, making costumes and prop swords that he’d carry around, even to school. All things considered, he was a happy and loving child and the divorce of his parents didn’t seem to really affect him.

However, mid-way through middle school, Eric’s grandmother fell ill. His attendance at school grew smaller and smaller the worse she became until she passed away his last year of middle school. Losing her devastated him, and he took a late start to highschool because of it. Her death seemed to change something in him, and he became more and more...possessive of those around him. But he learned how to hide it or play it off with fanciful language and acting.

He even managed to get off easy when an ‘accident’ occurred between him and his cousin, resulting in his cousin losing his hand.

Being rather bright, Eric caught up in highschool quickly and graduated on time with others of his age. He worked under his father for a while before he received an interesting telegram from a longtime interest….