Though he was born in the summer of 1232, his origins are known. Not from any hiding on his part, but because the people who gave him life abandoned him on the side of the road as a baby. The orphanage that took him in raised him as best they could even when an illness threatened his life. His fragility as a child led to his near constant isolation from peers his own age and most of his time was spent with the adults who tried to keep him alive. His miraculous recovery was met with fear from his caretakers and the other children alike. With his new health, the murmurs of apprehension, and the near constant fighting with others in the orphanage, Arthur left as a teen, joining the crew of a merchant ship where he quickly learned a love for the sea. In his thirties, he garnered the attention of a mercenary group after interrupting one of their jobs. The resulting death of a memberâs forced them into bringing in a new individual to replace the one they lost in some strange form of revenge. It was them who trained him to be a killer and then later turned him into a vampire.
His time as a mercenary was far more eventful than his childhood. He studied and learned how to fight with skill and ruthlessness, making a bloody name for himself over the centuries. When disagreements broke apart his group, Arthur worked solo up for some years. His introduction to Lethe was quiet and unexpected, notable because it was several days before people realized he was there. A string of unusual home invasions was attributed to unrest, but the morning Cora Meadowes discovered a weak, passed out vampire in her shed brought him to the councilâs attention. They discovered his name was Arthur after a reunion with an old friend though not much else was determined during their examination and interview, short of classifying him as a Riverborn and a vampire. His position in the florist shop is benevolence on the part of Cora Meadowes who offered him a job and a home while he figured out his place in Lethe.
Though Arthur has no memory of his past, the instincts of it come back to him more and more every day, something that makes him think that his life as a florist will be short-lived. If the words of old friends, allies, and enemies in Lethe, he canât imagine that his life was a good one and the bombardment of information has led Arthur to searching for his own answers. Rather than listen to secondhand recounts of his life, he spends a great deal of time in the library, or walking around the town, or watching the churning river, relearning all the things he should know. For an otherwise charming man who seems to be friends with most people, Arthur has a clear distaste for people that are anti-Riverborn and heâs not afraid to voice said opinion. To him, thereâs only one distinction between Riverborns and everyone else: some people woke up in the river and some people didnât. The chances of people finding themselves in the river too raises the more people try to turn him into the villain for circumstances out of his control.
