#this is rough and subject to a liiiiittle bit of change maybe? maybe

[opaleyedprince]

teehee dishonored oc essay post

alright so he was left on the steps of an abbey in whitecliff methinks - or at leas that’s what he was told. naturally the overseers took him in out of the goodness of their hearts and definitely for no other reason. alecto was a quiet but obedient child and took to the overseers’ positive reinforcement regarding their order and texts.

wanting his guardians’ approval, alecto learned to read and write, and before he reached his teens he could recite the litany from memory. above all else, he wanted to be good and pure and holy - just like the overseers who were raising him. said overseers did their best to instill in their charge a hatred of the outsider, making sure he knew all the signs of corruption and would be able to spot a follower of their enemy.

alecto had always known he was different from the others. he heard whispers sometimes, mutterings from the sewers - but their only inhabitants were wordless weepers and rats, and so he did his best to ignore it. he would wake often from nightmares, vivid and yet slipping through his fingers like smoke. it was nothing, he would tell himself. he was good. he was pure like his brothers, and he would join them in the order one day.

as he grew, alecto learned to hide his sensitivity to anti-outsider devices well. because he was raised in the abbey, he was able to travel around the isles and see much of the world. he did not flinch at purging prayers, and soon grew accustomed to the draining haze caused by the music boxes often played in the abbey. they could not harm him, he repeated in a mantra, for he was good.

the overseers would often confiscate articles of hearsay or witchcraft, and alecto was taught how to destroy such things in the proper manner. most of it was rubbish or nonsense, but eventually alecto came in contact with artifacts of the outsider. bone charms, runes, and the shrines they sometimes found all fascinated him to no end. but he approached the artifacts with a discerning eye, only keeping those that sung the sweetest to him. all others he destroyed without hesitation, with special rage aimed at the shrines.

after all, no shrine could possibly be good enough for /him/.

the hatred that had been fostered in alecto over the years by the overseers had indeed blossomed and grown, though not in the way that they had hoped for. instead, it flowered into a twisted obsession with driving the black-eyed outsider out of the shadows. not for the rest of the abbey, no, but for alecto and alecto alone.

as the years passed, alecto often attempted to build his own shrine, hoping against hope that it would draw the outsider’s attention. he had vivid dreams of the void, but to him that is all they seemed to be. he scoured texts, forbidden and not, for any information on those who had been chosen by the void’s god, and attempted to replicate their circumstances. his calls once more went unanswered.

now an adult, brother alecto is outwardly the most devoted servant of the abbey. but beneath his veneer of selflessness and goodness, he thinks of the other overseers as beneath him. they can never hope to achieve what he has achieved - or what he /will/ achieve.

spurned by something he’d never known and yet still desperate, alecto seeks a way to bind himself irreparably to the void, so that he may echo back its sweet call; the same call he has been chasing since he was a mere boy.

alecto’s stature is noticeably slimmer than the other overseers. he keeps his bright red curls tied back and tucked away beneath his overseer garb, hidden except for when he finds himself prowling the sewers or backstreets in search of relics or a particularly chatty rat. his eyes are sea-green and often dulled, though if you look closely enough when he is preaching “against” the outsider you might notice them shining with a barely-restrained passion.