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[color=ed1c24][b]Name[/b][/color] | [i]”Father Damascus to you. Never speak a name you do not want stolen. Hungry ears prey on the tender soul, fleshling.”[/i]
[color=ed1c24][b]Gender[/b][/color] | Male
[color=ed1c24][b]Origin[/b][/color] | Jamestown, Virginia, U.S.A.
[color=ed1c24][b]Age[/b][/color] | 343
[color=ed1c24][b]Date of Birth[/b][/color] | June 18th, 1676


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[center][h3][color=ed1c24]Relationships[/color][/h3][/center]
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• [color=ed1c24][b]Sexuality[/b][/color] | [i]"The limits and needs of a third perpendicular are of no concern to this one."[/i]
• [color=ed1c24][b]Relationship Status[/b][/color] | Single
• [color=ed1c24][b]Predetermined friends[/b][/color] | None
• [color=ed1c24][b]Siblings' Status[/b][/color] | Unknown
• [color=ed1c24][b]Parents' Status[/b][/color] | If they're lucky? Unexisted.
• [color=ed1c24][b]Openness to Friends[/b][/color] | 7
• [color=ed1c24][b]Openness to Romance[/b][/color] | 0
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[COLOR=lightgray]• [color=ed1c24][b]Likes[/b][/color]
	[i]✦ Quiet[/i]
	[i]✦ Communion with what was, what is, and that which doesn't belong
“The doors of Pandemonium swing wide for the starlight seeker. Knock thrice and be cast into a blackest embrace."
                                   Ỳou͏r ̸m͏índ͡ ̸is a 
                                          pl͠ayt́h̵̢̀ḭ͔ͅn̴̛͝g͓̣͟ ̙̟o̸̵͟f̸̨̡ ̨͍͖t͓̩͡h̠̠̟ę̪͘ ̴̝̜È̵̛t̸̨͈h̝͘̕e̪͢͡r̵̷̢.̙̖͓ ̫͞Y̸̴̜o̲̲͞u͍͘ ̳̞̀n̸̡̦e̤͖͖êͤ̿҉̘dͯͮ̚ ̑͒̏ǒ͐̾n̄̑͆҉̮̳̜l̏̊̀y͂̐ͩ 
                           l͆͐͑ô͆ͪo̍͂ͣk̈̂͗ ̅ͫ̚Ů̎̈҉̮͔͓P͑̀̎"[/i]
	[i]✦ His Garden[/i]
• [color=ed1c24][b]Dislikes[/b][/color]
	[i]✦ Trespassers[/i]
	[i]✦ Moral absolutes[/i]
	[i]✦ The dreams that come in the dark[/i]
• [color=ed1c24][b]Hobbies[/b][/color]
	[i]✦ Gardening[/i]
	[i]✦ Hen Farming[/i]
	[i]✦ Research[/i]
	[i]✦ Experimentation[/i]
	[i]✦ Hiking[/i]
• [color=ed1c24][b]Skills[/b][/color]
	[i]✦ Dark Magic[/i]
	[i]✦ Bargaining[/i]
	[i]✦ Horticulture[/i]

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I prayed to Him
I begged for deliverance
But He would not listen

Ẅ̦̜̖̥̺̜̜̱́̆́ͅH̶̤̰͗͛͗́Yͣ̐͗̄̽̉̔̚͏̧̙͎͓̬ ̶͚͖̫͍̹̻̜̼̋͛͑ͩ̿W͎̻̤͕̙̳͌͑͗͗ͩ̈́̚̕͝Ō̖̬̎̿͂͠͠Ṇ̵̨̘̤̦̓̔ͧ͆̈ͨͫ̈'̛͕͇͎͑ͧ̓̀͘T̸̖͉̬̟̜̟͖̣ͧ͂͊̄̀̽ ̺̝̲͖̰̾̿ͬ̆̀̍̍͛͗ͅHͨ͗̏͒҉̞͕̦̰̮É̥̙̣̣͇̯̠̳̾͌̄͒͗́̕ͅ ̉̄҉̷̱̹̹ͅÄ͎́N͎̤̺̳̿͌͟ͅS̶̰͙ͯ̌ͯ̑͋ͩ͡W̜̪̖̱̯̼̣͕͙ͨ̅̓E͎͔̬̠̞̦͗ͦ͜͜͞R̲͇̱̘ͭ ̭͖̬̥̑̽͋́̚M̧̫̬͍̩̼̭ͦ͂Ȩ̬͍͉̟͓̞̍̓̉̀ͪ̾̈͆ͮ͡?̡͎͕̮̞̭̗̜̱̂͋̽ͤ́͟ͅ

I was lost
I turned to Them
They showed me that I was sick

Į̷̪͔͍̲̜̤̥̏ͯ̃ͅ ̴̸̟̞̲̙͉́̈͊̓̎̎B̪͙̖̣̱͉̈̔ͥͦ̀̂ͧ̏̚ͅE̵̢̼͉͈ͥ̌̂ͯ͋͝A͖̻̫̻͋ͩͭ̒ͪ͡ͅͅR̷̨̞̪͍̗̲̥̣̫͗͆ͨ ̳̭̮͈̦̘̗͚̫ͯ͌͒̾ͨͨͧ̄͂T̸̡̝͕͈̯͋̽̍̾̾̊ͯĤ̟̰̘̋̿̆̃̐Ȇ̡̮͈͙̪̮͇̣ͫ̄̏͂͘ ̸̼̫͓̦͙̭̤̊̄ͪ͘B̊ͦ̉̎ͭ͘҉͍̖̫̗̣̺O̷̡̻̘̳͚ͦ͊̂̓ͩ̐͝D̛͙̘͉͖̫͈̪̋̎ͦ̈́ͯ͋̂͘͠Y̭͙͓̞̤͖͚̠ͣ̈ͪ̾ͅ ̗̤̤͉͖̱̒̀̃ͩ̆̐ͅO̧̝̱̮͙̤͐͌͟F͔̭̯̗̜̻͙͂́ ̻̲̝̿̇̂ͥͫẢ̡̪͋ ̡̨͓̤͍̬͓̫̎͂̀ͤ̾P̴̷̟̗̞̜ͭI͚̩̜̓̾͊ͭ͑ͬ̽͝ͅG̠͇ͣ́ͣ͊͊ͅ

They clawed at my ears so I would listen
They plucked out my eyes so I might see
They flayed me alive so I could feel
They tore open my mind and I understood

T̢̨̰̺͑ͧ͌ͯ͛͗̈́͝Ḣ̷͖ͮ̔͆̑E̯̭͕̪̺̰ͧͭ͆͐̌̓ͩR̸̰̠̫͕̲͂ͧͪ̄̇̓ͅEͥ͆̔̂͟͏͕̦'̘̠͙̦̘̓̎S̙̱̼͕̽̍̽̉̒̆̐ͣ ̵̲͙̱͕͕̲̗͒͛̂͐̍́͜Ş̸̼̟̖̙̻̪ͫ̄̌̔O̡͎̒͆̿͗̽ͣ̾ͣ͌M̋҉̢̯͎͈͖͖͕͚̠̞Ę̬̗̝̮̯͚ͬ͋͘͟T̛͍̆̉͜͠H̵̴̵̝̦̼͔̪͂̓̚I̙ͯͤ̂̊͛͝N͖̟͔͛̀͘͠G̱̥̯̘̣̟ͧ͒̀͘͞ͅ ̶͇͚͇̖̭̹̞̖ͯ̔̐̔͌̉̾Ṷ̧͇̝͆͑͐ͧ̉ͧ̚Nͮ͏̬̙̬̙̤͉̯͟D̢̐͌ͪ̈́͏̶̯E̗͈̤̜̺͍̳̘̪ͥͬ̾̂̈́̋͊̚R̛̦̭̥̯̦̬ͧ̊̓ͨ̄ͦ̑̈ ̴̛͍̫̽̅̓̒̾ͮ̔̆̚Mͬͭ҉̸̬̗͉̮̠̙̮̟Y̸̗̮̻͓̳̞̺̩̜ͬͦͪ ̧̨͓̬̣̝̘͈̤̟͗̊͂͂͢S̭ͣͪͣ̅̎͊̐͞ͅḴ̷̷̴͙͂ͧͨ̆̄̽̈́̓Ị̴̡͈͆̑͂̐̂ͤ͗ͮ͘Ṅ̸̠̣͍͐ͨ

My mind was quiet
Now I hear the Cosmic Dirge
It sings of The End
It sings of a new Beginning

T͖͚̹̼̻̭̻̍́́̉ͨḢ̩̬ͬ͐̇̇̂̃͑͞Eͬ̾͑͑̆͋ͫ҉̙̬̘̪̤͇ ̻̳͕͚͙͎ͪ̉͐̏ͩ̅͋ͤ̍G̺̥̰̼͚͉̮̱͋ͮͫͦ͢Ȯ̮̬͇͂ͯͨ̅̍͂̚ͅD̢̡͚̞͔̮̆ͮŞ͈̤ͭ ͎͖͔͉̥̦ͪ̓̍͢Ą̣̘͈̳̂ͩ̈́ͯ́̎̿ͦR̲̼̥͎̩̳̺̞̋̿̊ͅE̻͍ͯ͛̓͑̎̓͝ ̢̲͓̹̜̂̓Ḑ̛͇͙̜̗̫͖̜̣ͬͩ̒̓̐͊E̛̠̺̟ͩ̌͐A͕̟̣̫̩̝̮͚̋͐̕͞͠D̢̹̮͙̯͙̦̝͓ͣ͐̓̄ͯ̀͂̅̀͢ ̤̹̋̐̈́̉̌͒̿͟͜L̹̟̽͑͢O̷̭̬̭̤̱ͤǸ̛̟̫͇͍̼͖̎ͥͩ̋̐̒́̚͢G̭͎̣͉ͫͭͩ̉̓͡ ̝̙̦̙̩̣ͭ̔ͫ̉͊̓̏ͤ̕L̷̺̖̻͚̳̫̏́͝I͔͇̅̿͒̈V͉̟̣̠̯̍̿̑̎̃͊͋̽͞͠Ē̶̻̪͇͖̪̇̿͐ ̃ͭͫ̊͌ͯ͋͏̷͈͕͓̫̖̮T̨̢̨̺͇͍͕̜͗ͬH̺̺̹̳̤̭̳̊ͪ̿̂̀͘Ē͙̯͖ͨ̓ͩ ̷̨͚͓͙̳͚͙̏͆̂̆͛̇ͭ͘G̥̦̝ͮ̌̐͊ͯͦ̾̒̕O̹̪͚͇̬̗̫̍̔̀D̛͇̝͖̤͇̊ͧ͐̒̒͞S̡͍̙͍̩ͮ̀

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[/cell][cell][b][color=ed1c24]Appearance[/color][/b]
This unhinged warlock is less than pleasing to look at, unnerving even. With his ashen skin and sunken gray eyes, he looks more like a corpse than most vampires. Those same eyes are always wide, rarely blinking as they flicker back and forth constantly. His gaze rarely settles but can pierce the most stoic front without a thought. Long, greasy hair clumps together in salt and pepper locks that fall well past his shoulders with an equally overgrown and matted beard to match. 

Even such unruly facial hair does little to hide his gaunt features made worse by the contrast of his beak-like nose. His nails are more akin to claws as long and thick as they are so it’s almost fitting that they are permanently tinged red with blood. His teeth are startlingly white for someone who likely hasn’t brushed them since before light bulbs were invented. This same mouth is almost constantly in motion; muttering dark secrets and maddening truths to the air when not speaking directly to someone.

His posture is slumped and crooked as though the weight of his forbidden knowledge has a physical, crushing weight to it. Even still, he is rather tall and would be about 6'4 if he were to stand up straight. He wears tattered cotton pants, ratty leather boots, and a cloak made from the hide of a wolf. The faint smell of blood hangs about him regardless of the visible presence of it. More prominent than his sanguine stench, however, is the aura of wrongness that emanates from his very being. The sight of him, the smell, the sound of his guttural and cryptic muttering, even the very air around him tastes wrong as though he were touched by something that should not, could not be, yet is.

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[b][color=ed1c24]Personality[/color][/b]
Father Damascus is erratic and sometimes outright self contradictory but not unfriendly. If he didn't induce an instinctual feeling that he shouldn't exist in everyone around him, he'd be pretty popular around town. He's polite, if more than a tad strange, and slow to anger. For someone of his appearance, he's surprisingly honest [s]usually[/s] and never cheats any of his customers in more conventional dealings.

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[b][color=ed1c24]History[/color][/b]
No one knew what to make of the priest when he first rolled into town. Even two years later, the only things anyone knows about him beyond what he says his name is, that he lives in the woods a few miles up Road 70, and that he sells all manner of magical ingredients both high of quality and low in price. Other than that the only thing to note is you should never, [i]ever[/i], [i][b]EVER[/b][/i] under any circumstances [color=black][s]agree to see his book[/s][/color] 
[right]L̢͙̬͔͎͓ͬͅE̶̶̴̝̖̠͛͑̏̎̄ͥͯ͆T̖͍̒̏͆̈ͮͥ̍͆ ̧̬͙̭͔̦̖́̿ͨͬͬͣͮͤ͜Ú̑ͩ̓̿҉͈̫̙͙̫̱͕̟̬S̤͇̮̱͈̞͎ͪ̃̃̏͋ͬ͘͟ ̞̳̮̹̝̻̇̾̔͘̕I͓̘͍̳̩ͤ̎ͭͩ̚Ñ̵̡̪̓̍[/right]

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[h3][color=ed1c24]Coven[/color][/h3]
[indent]✦ [i]”This is the last true servant, I fear. We failed. Oh, how short we came. As the last anointed vessel, I bear the shame of a ruined clan. But do not pity these old bones for They saw purpose for this one yet.”[/i][/indent]
[h3][color=ed1c24]Skill Level[/color][/h3]
[indent]✦ Advanced Level[/indent] 
[h3][color=ed1c24]Spell Specialization[/color][/h3]
[indent]✦ [color=ed1c24]The Unseen Gates Swing Wide:[/color] Any magic slinger worth their salt circle can summon a familiar, but this man’s centuries of study and practice have yielded powerful results. The Madman of Geller Creek can reach into realities both perpendicular and parallel to ours and pull out unspeakable, incomprehensible horrors to do his bidding with the ease of tearing a page from a book. This does not come without consequence, though. The things he summons are feral and unpredictable. They often turn on their “master” the moment they have nothing else to slaughter and must be banished quickly.

✦ [color=ed1c24]Speak the Old Tongue:[/color] Father Damascus has spent more than three life times perfecting magicks most foul and, given time, can weave curses that shatter the strongest wills and hexes that curdle blood. 

✦ [color=ed1c24]Heretical Conduit:[/color] Whether his proficiency with dark energies is a gift or a trait of a long dead bloodline is both unknown and irrelevant. What's important is that he wields dark energy with the ease of a child using a cap gun.
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