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Pre-fic info & context. Please read before continuing! This will be referenced.
Lost Boys (Ages, backstories, and origins):
David : 25. Son of a shitty, abusive dad and neglectful mom. Grew up in Belgium (changed 1835), while the country was separating from the Netherlands. Lived in a small hamlet, working his father’s lumber mill. Never dated. Too much fucked-up family shit. His human life was steeped in toxic dynamics. Because of that, nowadays he’s the ‘head’ for the gang: choosing better found family and all that. He guards the clan possessively. Did his parent’s abuse instill his bloodlust? Possibly. But one would certainly be led to believe the true catalyst was him pushing his father into the mill’s saw blade in a fit of hurt rage.
Dwayne : 24. Oldest in a family with a small army of siblings, growing up on the frontier of the New World. Colonial Maryland, to be exact. (Changed 1650). Beautiful since birth: strong, silent, and sweet, with the duties of the “man of the house” often falling onto his shoulders. He was the responsible one. The dependable one. The girls wanting to court him were endless. Little did anyone know how badly Dwayne just wanted to run , to be free . He only stayed for his siblings. Getting changed was the biggest relief and weight off his shoulders he’d ever experienced.
Paul : 22. Absolutely a son of the American revolution (changed 1782). Drafted very young, nearly died in the war efforts. Outside of drafting, he was an infamous sleep-around who was constantly getting in trouble with big-wigs and government officials for bedding their bored wives, adventurous daughters, and (in secret) their sons. He was brought into the fold because of his kinship spirit with David: his desire for hedonistic acts, for living life to the fullest. But most importantly, his need for mutual protection.
Marko : 20. The youngest in perma-age but not actual age, although he often acts it. His youthful, slight frame and open face are timelessly beautiful: in fact, he was a sought-after muse and model for sculptors in the High Italian Renaissance (changed 1504). That’s right, he’s Italian! He breaks into it when he gets frustrated enough, English slipping away . He ‘joined’ the Lost Boys last of the four, Max finding him and dumping him into their laps, and was desperate for the companionship and sense of belonging that now fits him like a second skin. He’s loyal to the death to David for providing it. He and Paul are semi-joined at the hip, scrapping amicably.
Laddie : 6. Pretty brand-new addition to the family, only having been in their care for 3 years. An MIA kid from San Jose, changed by Max in an attempt to make the Lost Boys more “sibling-like” and make them more dependent on him and the authority he provides. Little did he know, Laddie only served to further drive a wedge between him and them. Laddie is a shy, sensitive boy from a family that loved him very, very much. He’s permanently a little confused, but adores his brothers that are nothing but relentlessly good to him, all knowing how it feels to be outcast and friendless.
Gang Premise : all the boys were turned separately, but "rallied" by Max over the course of history, who was cobbling together a sort of Frankenstein ‘perfect family’ full of sons who all ended up resenting/hating him because of his psychotic, overbearing nature. All have different sires (except for Laddie & David, who are Max's own). For all intents and purposes, Max is their sire now: he’s certainly their distant ruler, much stronger and older and more powerful than all of them combined. They have no choice but to obey. However, the Lost Boys are infinitely more loyal to one-another than they are to him.
If they’re so old, why do they act like this? Because they’re twenty year old boys . Time marches on; they change their hairstyles and their clothes, but their careless adrenaline-high attitudes always remain. The 80s just really lets it shine.
Where are Michael and Star, you may ask? Star is my gorgeous gorgeous daughter, and Michael is my lovely idiot boy who deserves the world, and neither of them deserve to be wrapped up in the Santa Carla nightmare. I imagine they meet in San Francisco, Star turns him, and they both live very happy, weird lives drinking (but not killing) people and going to pier music festivals. Far, FAR away from Max.