Fane's History

Background

My name Is Fane Dalca'

I was born In England in 1834, the oldest child of Mihai and Rodica. I have one sibling Ileana, 3 years my junior and apple of my parent’s eyes.

We were part of the George Sanger Circus that toured England. My parents were Romani gypsies that had come to England as acrobats. They performed in the circus with their trapeze act. My sister was part of the act, but I was never any good; I didn’t seem to have the same level of dexterity as the rest of the family. 

My grandmother Ioana was a fortune teller, which she did for the circus. I never thought her fortunes ever came true until one fatefully day in my 28th year, but I will come to that later. 

So I was born into a traveling circus. Life should have been great. I join the family act and spent my evening performing and my days with the troupe. But as I said before I was a klutz, I could never keep my balance. I tried to use the trapeze but I could never get it right. This caused a lot of problems around the circus. The other kids picked on me and made fun of the fact that I was useless, which meant I got into loads of fights. This taught me to be a good fist fighter. But that only made things worst. The thing that really set me off was when the other kids said I must be adopted. My parents always said I was theirs right up until that fateful prediction. 

I remember that day well. It changed my whole life! Well it set in motion the events that changed my life. The circus owner was about to marry this beautiful lion tamer by the name of Ellen Chapman. The troupe asked my grandmother to look into their future to see if it would be a happy marriage with lots of children. Instead she saw a demon with my face killing and drinking from the happy couple while all around was the carnage of dead and mutilated bodies. The troupe saw this as a bad omen. They feared that if I was around for the wedding I would destroy them and the whole circus. So they kicked me out, even though it was the end of November and freezing cold. My parents even said I must have been swapped at birth or something, as I was obviously not theirs. All they gave me was a small amount of cash and food for a couple of days.

I wandered the country side for a few days not knowing what to do. Luckily, though I was no use to the circus as a performer I had picked up a few other skills that helped me out. I would go with some of the others hunting as we liked to supplement our food with fresh meat, so I could at least hunt and track down food to eat. I found my way into Newcastle. 

Even at then it was a horrible town. As the weeks passed away from the circus I felt this pull to the old country. I could not explain it but something was drawing me back to my parents’ home land. Back to Romania. I realised that it had always been there but in the back of my mind. Just now that I was on my own it was becoming more pronounced. So I found passage on a boat heading to mainland Europe. From there I slowly made my way to Romania. 

Once In Romania, I realised I was being drawn to the ruins of Poenari Castle. Checking around the in the nearby village of Arefu I found out that the castle was rumored to be the final resting place of an old demon, that was said to kill children and drinking their blood. I did not believe any of this, not then anyway. I made my way to the ruins to see for myself. I wish I had never gone there now. I found nothing of interest. I was about to leave and head back to the village when I spotted a rabbit appear from under the stones at the bottom of one of the old walls. To this day I have no idea why I went to see where it had come from, but I did. I found I small tunnel leading to this small room. The room was empty except for this statue in a little alcove along the far wall. Without thinking I picked it up. A searing pain shot up my arm. The pain was so intense that all I saw was a glow from the statue as I slipped into unconsciousness. 

When I awoke it was pitch black in the little room. I didn’t feel any ill effects from what had happened. And the statue was still in my hand but no longer causing any pain.