[Doc Faustus]

Some backstory: Continued Later

At the age of five, a lonely Eric Westward, son of the city's answer to Charles Foster Kane was playing outside alone, pretending to be the hero of his favorite movie, Captain Blood. As he battled imaginary pirates into the street, he didn't notice the car barreling down on him until almost too late. "Don't!" he screamed out to nothing in particular, and it didn't. The car stopped cold right in front of him. There was a buzzing in his head and a strange subconscious impression that felt like something was saying "okay." He wanted to dismiss it as nothing, but the incidents kept occurring. Whenever he got angry, the air conditioner in the house increased the temperature, when sad, it began to decrease it. But even as fantasy prone a child as Eric was, he didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to be a freak that talked to cars and air conditioners, he wanted to be something great, he wanted to be like Errol Flynn or Douglas Fairbanks or the other stars from the old swashbuckling movies he liked so much. But, destiny, as it often does, pulled Eric in a different direction. Eric's mother saw that the boy was distraught about something and told her neglectful husband to take the boy somewhere. Mr. Westward reluctantly agreed, taking his son on a trip to Italy aboard his private jet. But, in spite of his Mr. Westward's good intentions, he had a difficult time dealing with his son, who bothered his father with persistent questions and desperate bids for affection. Mr. Westward didn't know how to deal with it. He yelled, told the boy to "read one of your goddamn books and let me enjoy the flight." Eric was crushed and hurt, his mood plummeted from elated at getting to see his father to miserable. As he grew sadder and angrier, the plane heard him and became unstable. It went down, but a lucky Eric survived, picked up by monks at an Italian monastery.