Fleetwood Maddox![]()
About their speciesBorn with a more diluted idea of the Dark Elf species, Fleets skin is incredibly pale and in the sun has a grey tint to it. Whereas Dark Elves were originally born with dark blue or grey skin, over centuries of breeding with humans and other species, their skin changed and differed over time. The pure harsh grey and blue skin is now an elitist trait of the species. All his family process a frightening level of intelligence. Mixed with other traits such as strength, speed, stamina and amazing reflexes, Fleet's family also has counts of breeding with fairies and pixies that have given him other traits that could be seen as usual in his species. However his family line has embraced them as extensions of who they could be and a tribute to their power. He also has the ability to to use energy as a power force, shapeshift into animals that his soul chooses and is able to teleport.
Though one trait that follows all dark elves is the ill favour of fate. It isn't uncommon for something bad, something out of his control to happen around him. From something small as his favourite mug being broken to someone he just met being struck by a mysterious illness. Humans especially are not safe around Dark Elves. |
History
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His mother, Sadie said she knew there was an air of bad luck on the day Fleet was conceived. The day he was conceived, Fleet's mother was fooled into thinking that she was in love and she was going be with his father forever. She had promised herself for marriage, that she could not lose her virginity a moment before, all the females in her family had done the same. Her mother had been in an arranged marriage and saw it as the best solution for her own kids. But Sadie had promised her that she would find her own husband and wait till marriage instead. She didn't want her mother playing matchmaker. She had grown to know that certain boys of her home land saw her reign on her virginity a challenge. That they could try and play with her and get her to lay in bed for them if they pampered her enough and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Fleet's father had appeared different to Sadie at first. He didn't come off as vulgar or as forward as the other guys. He seemed to respect her wishes and Sadie found herself falling in love with him. Within a few weeks, she was engaged and didn't feel she was rushing, that everything seemed too forward and fast. On her wedding night, everything was bliss and perfect. Yet, the next morning Sad woke up to a ring and a note left on the pillow next to her. The note simply reading "I won the bet." Sadie broke down completely. Her mother throwing the biggest rage on her supposed husband's family, it turns out everything had been fake. The wedding minister was fake on top. They weren't even married. She had been lied too just for her virginity, a prank, a joke on her family.
Moving half way across the country to the midlands of England to live with extended family, two weeks later Sadie discovered she was pregnant. When she told her mother, in a rush of trying to act as if the last few weeks hadn't happened, as if she was still pure, Sadie was thrown into an arrange marriage as quickly as one could have been arranged. Married to another dark elf, she couldn't change her life now. Not now he was prepared to pretend the child was his, that nothing had happened at all. And love and care for her. Again, it was far too perfect. When Fleet was born, everything seemed to calm at once. His step father happen for his wife to have given birth to a son thankfully, Sadie had secretly wished for a girl. Once she wasn't pregnant and carrying, her husband was starting to show his true colours. Suddenly abuse was hurled at her from time to time. If she dropped something, made a mess or did something that wasn't right, she was heckled and called a name. Quickly, she started to lose pleasure in life. Including looking after her baby. Growing up, Fleet knew his relationship with his mother was different to others. At school, for as long as he remembered, he wished his mother cared as much as he saw other mothers care. When he saw other mothers actively take an interest in what their kids were doing, Fleet couldn't get his mother to ever do it or show an interest in what he was doing. Yet, he knew or at least, hoped that she loved him. While he struggled to get his mother to show an interest, his 'father' never bothered with him at all. Not beyond reminding him that he was part of a prestigious family name and occasionally telling him about his abilities and why not to show them to the humans at school.
Fleet came to accept that his mother loved him, but she just didn't care about him. When he was around, she seemed to not want to do anything at all and just live her life. Yet, if his grandmother came over, she seemed to be more full of life and showed him love. He had learnt not to bother with the man he called his father. The man would come to him if he ever wanted to deal with him. Fleet grew up very confused on the idea of love and what to do about getting it from others. He struggled to socialise with others around him, not sure how to interact with other kids well, it was in secondary school that he did finally seem to make friends. A group of kids noticing that he was alone invited him over to have a smoke with them. Accepting not sure what else to do with his time, they didn't care that he was awkward and not sure how to communicate with them correctly. When he came home smelling of smoke, Sadie was appalled, trying to tell her son to stop doing such a thing. But Fleet reacted with saying it was the only way he was making friends. She didn't find herself stopping him, even if his father had tried to explain him to the damage it was going to do for him. All Fleet cared about was that people were talking to him now. There had been discussions over the worth of having him going through an arrange marriage when he was fourteen, that it would be best for him in the long run and might keep him out of trouble. They wanted to keep him pure as if suddenly arranged to be married would stop him walking down a wrong path that he wasn't even sure he was on.
From cigarette, he moved onto weed. This becoming a double entendre for his life. Paranoia had started to become a problem since his parents even raised the word marriage and started to talk in secret about his future. He was constantly worried about what his parents were going to do behind his back, yet when he smoked weed, he was calm and his mind would shut off for a few hours or he'd just snack like no tomorrow. But in the end, the weed only made his paranoia worse. He was incredibly suspicious of his parents because of it. Going onto start accuse his parents of plotting his demise at one point. He accused his father of not being his. Simply from the fact that most of his friends at school didn't know their parents, they were divorced, they had other parents, not realising what would happen from it. His parents not realising their son was just in a state of paranoia and coming down from a high, Sadie took her son out for dinner, hoping being out in public and buying him dinner would help calm the situation. She sat and explained it to him. That she had thought she was going to marry her true love who had played out a joke on her and from there was forced to marry the man who had agreed to be his father. The idea of doing it in a public restaurant back fired. Fleet still freaked out, running away from her but only going as far as running back home. The way his mother acted towards him suddenly made sense. That his 'father' didn't care about him. Fleet started to interact more with his friends. Going out more with them, wanting to spend more time away from home. He smoked weed with them, got drunk and did anything they wanted. He started to steal things from shops, stay out all night, sneak into clubs and pubs with fake ID. He was having fun and not worrying. He made sure never to go home drunk, always staying at a friends even sometimes just sleeping in parks.
It was a miracle to his family that Fleet actually got any sort of GCSE's from school, that even being drunk while in school, he passed. When he was sixteen and trying to figure out what to do with his life, he was told that he was arranged to marry a woman when he was eighteen. Thinking it would be the best thing to tell him so they could help him get his life back in order. Fleet did what he was growing to be good at. Running away and avoiding his parents. Telling one of his friends that he was arranged to be married, they joked while drunk to run off and marry, instead, thankfully they only did as much as run away. Getting on a train on a whim of an idea down to London, he quickly found himself in a strange new world than what he was used too. He was used to living in a small town, where everyone knew each other. But now, this was a city, this was the capital. Suddenly his senses felt like they were constantly being attacked, it was loud and bright. Drunk and unable to find someone who give them a room for the night. Fleet slept on the streets, getting an abrupt wake up call in the morning by the police. Making a run for it with his friend, his phone full of panicked calls from his mother, he took all the money he had left in his bank and they checked themselves into a youth hostel.
With no plan, no idea what do with himself. He found himself sleeping further into drinking so he could deal with his life and be the person he wanted to do. To not be this awkward and uptight person who didn't know how to socialise or make his way through life. As his friend started to get into more drugs, eventually Fleet couldn't deny himself anymore. Too tempted by the buzz that drugs like coke gave, he was pulled down into the dark side of London's street life. Taking drugs, getting drunk and living door way to door way. He made a life from stealing when he needed too in between jumping from hostels to hostels after again, stealing from other residents. His mother came for him when he was eighteen. Two years away from him, she finally gave in and tracked him down. Finding out the hostel he was staying in, seeing the drugged up mess he was, she sent him straight to rehab. Her intentions being that he would go through with the arranged marriage after all. Fleet didn't argue for now, knowing the the idea of going through rehab seemed like the best thing for him to do. Yet it became the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. Trying to give the drugs up while not being able to cope with drinking or anything else. When he finished the program, a pale imitation of the man he was on drugs and drink. His paranoia was ramped up high, he was awkward and twitchy. Going back home, his father didn't even look at him not that Fleet wanted to know him anymore. Within a few days of hiding away in his room, he found himself catching onto why his mother even helped him. Not sure what her aim was with the marriage, why it was important to her for him to get married. They argued for hours over it. Why it was happening, why she wanted it so badly, why his grandmother forced the idea on them. That for him, marriage and virginity meant nothing at all to him. That he probably had every STI possible from drug use and sex. And at the end of it, why should he when his mother wasn't happy? When his uncles and aunts weren't happy? That it had only worked for one family member, that it wasn't going to work for everyone. Threatening to that he would only resort to drugs again, the wedding was paused. Only giving Fleet enough time to run away again.
This time, he had no money left. Nothing at all to get him through. His only solution to get out of the town was to hope over the train lines and sneak onto the train that way. Then just move whenever a ticket officer came along. When he got to a place with a name he recognise, he'd get off, find somewhere to steal money or sleep overnight and move on. Trying to get enough money together to get a passport before he could then get a flight, get a ferry, get anything, get anywhere away. To try and find somewhere new, somewhere that he could find himself in. Comfortable and able to do what he wants. That's all he wants. To be left alone to drink and smoke and be who he finally wants to be.
Moving half way across the country to the midlands of England to live with extended family, two weeks later Sadie discovered she was pregnant. When she told her mother, in a rush of trying to act as if the last few weeks hadn't happened, as if she was still pure, Sadie was thrown into an arrange marriage as quickly as one could have been arranged. Married to another dark elf, she couldn't change her life now. Not now he was prepared to pretend the child was his, that nothing had happened at all. And love and care for her. Again, it was far too perfect. When Fleet was born, everything seemed to calm at once. His step father happen for his wife to have given birth to a son thankfully, Sadie had secretly wished for a girl. Once she wasn't pregnant and carrying, her husband was starting to show his true colours. Suddenly abuse was hurled at her from time to time. If she dropped something, made a mess or did something that wasn't right, she was heckled and called a name. Quickly, she started to lose pleasure in life. Including looking after her baby. Growing up, Fleet knew his relationship with his mother was different to others. At school, for as long as he remembered, he wished his mother cared as much as he saw other mothers care. When he saw other mothers actively take an interest in what their kids were doing, Fleet couldn't get his mother to ever do it or show an interest in what he was doing. Yet, he knew or at least, hoped that she loved him. While he struggled to get his mother to show an interest, his 'father' never bothered with him at all. Not beyond reminding him that he was part of a prestigious family name and occasionally telling him about his abilities and why not to show them to the humans at school.
Fleet came to accept that his mother loved him, but she just didn't care about him. When he was around, she seemed to not want to do anything at all and just live her life. Yet, if his grandmother came over, she seemed to be more full of life and showed him love. He had learnt not to bother with the man he called his father. The man would come to him if he ever wanted to deal with him. Fleet grew up very confused on the idea of love and what to do about getting it from others. He struggled to socialise with others around him, not sure how to interact with other kids well, it was in secondary school that he did finally seem to make friends. A group of kids noticing that he was alone invited him over to have a smoke with them. Accepting not sure what else to do with his time, they didn't care that he was awkward and not sure how to communicate with them correctly. When he came home smelling of smoke, Sadie was appalled, trying to tell her son to stop doing such a thing. But Fleet reacted with saying it was the only way he was making friends. She didn't find herself stopping him, even if his father had tried to explain him to the damage it was going to do for him. All Fleet cared about was that people were talking to him now. There had been discussions over the worth of having him going through an arrange marriage when he was fourteen, that it would be best for him in the long run and might keep him out of trouble. They wanted to keep him pure as if suddenly arranged to be married would stop him walking down a wrong path that he wasn't even sure he was on.
From cigarette, he moved onto weed. This becoming a double entendre for his life. Paranoia had started to become a problem since his parents even raised the word marriage and started to talk in secret about his future. He was constantly worried about what his parents were going to do behind his back, yet when he smoked weed, he was calm and his mind would shut off for a few hours or he'd just snack like no tomorrow. But in the end, the weed only made his paranoia worse. He was incredibly suspicious of his parents because of it. Going onto start accuse his parents of plotting his demise at one point. He accused his father of not being his. Simply from the fact that most of his friends at school didn't know their parents, they were divorced, they had other parents, not realising what would happen from it. His parents not realising their son was just in a state of paranoia and coming down from a high, Sadie took her son out for dinner, hoping being out in public and buying him dinner would help calm the situation. She sat and explained it to him. That she had thought she was going to marry her true love who had played out a joke on her and from there was forced to marry the man who had agreed to be his father. The idea of doing it in a public restaurant back fired. Fleet still freaked out, running away from her but only going as far as running back home. The way his mother acted towards him suddenly made sense. That his 'father' didn't care about him. Fleet started to interact more with his friends. Going out more with them, wanting to spend more time away from home. He smoked weed with them, got drunk and did anything they wanted. He started to steal things from shops, stay out all night, sneak into clubs and pubs with fake ID. He was having fun and not worrying. He made sure never to go home drunk, always staying at a friends even sometimes just sleeping in parks.
It was a miracle to his family that Fleet actually got any sort of GCSE's from school, that even being drunk while in school, he passed. When he was sixteen and trying to figure out what to do with his life, he was told that he was arranged to marry a woman when he was eighteen. Thinking it would be the best thing to tell him so they could help him get his life back in order. Fleet did what he was growing to be good at. Running away and avoiding his parents. Telling one of his friends that he was arranged to be married, they joked while drunk to run off and marry, instead, thankfully they only did as much as run away. Getting on a train on a whim of an idea down to London, he quickly found himself in a strange new world than what he was used too. He was used to living in a small town, where everyone knew each other. But now, this was a city, this was the capital. Suddenly his senses felt like they were constantly being attacked, it was loud and bright. Drunk and unable to find someone who give them a room for the night. Fleet slept on the streets, getting an abrupt wake up call in the morning by the police. Making a run for it with his friend, his phone full of panicked calls from his mother, he took all the money he had left in his bank and they checked themselves into a youth hostel.
With no plan, no idea what do with himself. He found himself sleeping further into drinking so he could deal with his life and be the person he wanted to do. To not be this awkward and uptight person who didn't know how to socialise or make his way through life. As his friend started to get into more drugs, eventually Fleet couldn't deny himself anymore. Too tempted by the buzz that drugs like coke gave, he was pulled down into the dark side of London's street life. Taking drugs, getting drunk and living door way to door way. He made a life from stealing when he needed too in between jumping from hostels to hostels after again, stealing from other residents. His mother came for him when he was eighteen. Two years away from him, she finally gave in and tracked him down. Finding out the hostel he was staying in, seeing the drugged up mess he was, she sent him straight to rehab. Her intentions being that he would go through with the arranged marriage after all. Fleet didn't argue for now, knowing the the idea of going through rehab seemed like the best thing for him to do. Yet it became the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. Trying to give the drugs up while not being able to cope with drinking or anything else. When he finished the program, a pale imitation of the man he was on drugs and drink. His paranoia was ramped up high, he was awkward and twitchy. Going back home, his father didn't even look at him not that Fleet wanted to know him anymore. Within a few days of hiding away in his room, he found himself catching onto why his mother even helped him. Not sure what her aim was with the marriage, why it was important to her for him to get married. They argued for hours over it. Why it was happening, why she wanted it so badly, why his grandmother forced the idea on them. That for him, marriage and virginity meant nothing at all to him. That he probably had every STI possible from drug use and sex. And at the end of it, why should he when his mother wasn't happy? When his uncles and aunts weren't happy? That it had only worked for one family member, that it wasn't going to work for everyone. Threatening to that he would only resort to drugs again, the wedding was paused. Only giving Fleet enough time to run away again.
This time, he had no money left. Nothing at all to get him through. His only solution to get out of the town was to hope over the train lines and sneak onto the train that way. Then just move whenever a ticket officer came along. When he got to a place with a name he recognise, he'd get off, find somewhere to steal money or sleep overnight and move on. Trying to get enough money together to get a passport before he could then get a flight, get a ferry, get anything, get anywhere away. To try and find somewhere new, somewhere that he could find himself in. Comfortable and able to do what he wants. That's all he wants. To be left alone to drink and smoke and be who he finally wants to be.