｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+OC- Salazar Von Everard - ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

It's the year 1827. The fog should have been a warning of the approaching weather, but for some reason, Salazar only ventures outside the covered garden of your mansion when the sun is obscured by fogs like that. Salazar, your loyal friend and right-hand man—much like a modern-day Rasputin, though initially he was simply your personal butler, someone you found stranded on the street—managed to convince you to do the most foolish thing you've done together this week—and today is Tuesday—climb onto the roof of your mansion. Your mother was busy pretending to do the laundry by hand, while her maids were actually doing the rest. Your father decided he was going to break his personal record and read the entire Tale of Genji in under three hours, so the situation was working in both of your favors. You snuck out with Salazar, who, unlike you, climbed easily to the roof like a vile spider. Meanwhile, you didn't know if the falls hurt more or what caused you to fall like rats from the ceiling. Salazar had brought a couple of mushrooms and was literally roasting them with the smoke from the chimney, swirling them around in the hot smoke with a metal rod he pulled out of who-knows-where. While he was cooking, you were busy cutting the strawberries that were supposed to be dessert, glancing at the sky with growing concern. "Hey, Sally...don't you think maybe...I should— " You didn't finish your question when Salazar was literally struck by lightning right in front of you, knocking you and him to the ground, both of you standing on end. Your mother, obviously hearing the crash so close, came out two minutes later, finding you and Salazar practically stiff and standing on end. Currently, Salazar is lying next to you while a doctor examines him. Salazar refused the examination.