Dr. Richard Magnum
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Dr. Richard Magnum, P.I
Quote "This is not how I imagined my first time with a monster!"
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| Name: Richard Magnum (Born: Leon Richard Bell) Alias(es): |
Place of Birth: Height: 5'7" |
From the Memoirs of a Vampire Killer
Preface:
January 25, 2010
Too many things have happened since I last had the opportunity to write.
I have discovered that strange creatures beyond imagination exists; with my own eyes I have witnessed beasts that can change shape and form, as well as ghostly apparitions. Things that should not exist are real.
A man has been murdered in cold-blood, and I may or may not have been partially involved... (I plead the fifth.)
I haven't really had the chance to relax and reflect after everything that's happened so far, but it causes me to wonder whether or not my parents' deaths were really an "accident." I will think more upon this when the opportunity presents itself. For now, though, I'm off to Central America at the strange direction of a letter. While part of me worries that this could be a trap, I haven't made enough enemies in my travels to merit such lengths to bring my demise. Everything should be fine -- I'm probably worrying too much.
I have a long ride ahead of me, so I'll leave things here for now. I'll write more when things become clearer and my conscience becomes cleaner.
Januray 28, 2010
Ah, finally a chance to relax.
After travelling several days, I find myself deep within the heart of a Central American Jungle; it seems the "Summer Home" spoken of in the letter is more of a "Hide out" than a "Home" -- no wonder my parents never mentioned any word of this place in my childhood!
Ah! The letter! Before I get ahead of myself, let me backtrack slightly and explain what happened to send me here in the first place -- it seems as if I had forgotten to elaborate in my last entry.
After the ah... "incident" out of state, I fled back to my home (and by "Home" I mean "office") in San Francisco. When I returned, I was surprised to find upon my desk a Black Envelope with our family Crest engraved on it in wax. This seal struck me as odd; the only stamp was in my possession. Upon further inspection, I discovered that this particular letter seemed fresh. Strange. The contents were brief -- directions to a set of coordinates that apparently was supposed to be a Family Summer Home. Bizarre. I'm still unclear as to how the letter came to my desk, but in the past several months I've witnessed far stranger things -- I'll chalk this one up to fate.
This brings me back to the present. In regards to this place, the term "home" should be applied loosely -- in reality, this location is just a well furnished cave (it's actually quite comfy, in an odd sort of way). The main cave tunnel quickly branches off in to various caverns; a couple have been well furnished, and definitely had someone living in them at one point (I'm actually writing in one such room now!), while the others have only been sparsely outfitted with commodities -- it's almost as if more people were to be expected, at one point in time, but they never came.
There are quite a few things that strike me as odd here, though; for starters, the lumination. This is a massive cave with a network of tunnels that lead to more caves -- one would expect the place to be pitch black! And yet, as I step in to each room, various stone tablets light up to brilliantly illuminate the room. I suspect some sort of algae-based bio-luminescence, but I haven't had the time to follow up on my hypothesis. I'll do so later. On the topic of "caves" -- one would also expect this place to be filthy; filled with bat feces, insects, dirt, and the like! Oddly enough, that's not the case here. The state of each room I've come upon so far is nothing less than pristine. I have yet to find a single layer of dust upon any of the surfaces here... Which brings me to my next point -- judging from everything in here, the last time anyone was in here must have been over 50 years ago (everything here looks like it's from the 50s). That doesn't add up with the lack of dust, though, so something strange is going on...
Wait, what's that? I could have sworn I heard something coming from the other room... I better go and check it out. More details to come later...
Alright, it's official -- either I'm going insane or there is a presence of hallucinogens here, or ghosts are actually real and exist.
It's been several hours since I left my writing to go check out the strange sounds I was hearing, and what I found is rather... well, it's quite difficult to put in to words to properly describe just how surreal the experience is. Assuming I'm not insane (which, I suppose, to any normal person my experiences would probably mark me as being), the noise was coming from a ghost.
Ugh, that's weird to see on paper in my own writing.
Yes, I've met a ghost.
And this isn't just ANY ghost. Oh no! If only it were I'd be able to be content with simply drawing the conclusion that I've been affect by some sort of hallucinogen, but no! This ghost claims to be an ancestor of mine.
Yes, an ancestor. And not just any ancestor -- this spirit claims to be a vampire killer from the 17th century, Simon Belmont.
Pretty nutty, huh? What's even nuttier, though, is that I'm actually entertaining the idea of his story being plausible.
You see, while I don't recall ever hearing outright the mention of the last name "Belmont" being related to my family (honestly, I've never even heard of it before), I DO recall my father mentioning something along the lines of our family changing its name to "Bell" after fleeing Europe during the Great War -- what it was changed from I was never told.
Granted, I know that's not a whole lot of information to base a decision to believe off of -- it could all just be circumstance -- but even more compelling was what was shown to me by the specter. After following a set of instructions dictated to my be him, I found myself in a secret chamber. The chamber itself was rather small -- an entry room of sorts -- but it led to a hallway that met a much larger room. This next room, I suspect, is a training chamber of sorts, as it's filled with various devices and courses to hone martial skills as well as dexterous acrobatic skills. At the end of the training hall was an armoury, and beyond that a long hall with a large oaken door. Interesting to not about this door, not only was it intricately and elaborately carved, but it has the crest of my family inlaid upon it. In the middle of the Crest was a small hole and, after placing my family's signet ring inside of it, the doors swung open to reveal a large master bedroom. At the foot of the bed in the master bedroom stood a large chest, and it is this chest's contents which made me begin to believe that what my ancestor was telling me is, indeed, true.
Inside the chest, I found a well documented family tree leading up to myself (I still need to ask how this was kept current, considering that it's been quite a long time since someone has last been here), some various clothing articles with the family emblem on them, some throwing knives (also, with the family crest), and a whip.
Now, this whip is important, the ghost tells me; it is nothing other than something named the "Vampire Killer." This whip is apparently a legendary weapon passed down the Belmont line that, as the name implies, is used to kill vampires. It, I am told, has magical properties that, when honed, can change the attack properties of the whip -- supposedly, it was able to catch fire and shoot fireballs at one point! However, the Morning Star Symbols, which were used to upgrade and give the whip additional power, have been lost over the centuries, and it's my task to go find them all.
Training in the use of a whip must begin first, however, which will begin tomorrow. As for now, I'm going to rest, since I've had an awfully long day and I am weary from it. More to come later.