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"Stories of my death have not been exaggerated at all."
N A M E ⋮ Pallas Xenakis
A G E ⋮ Appears to be in this Mid-Twenties
G E N D E R ⋮ NB (AMAB) // Him/They
S E X U A L I T Y ⋮ Pansexual
E T H N I C I T Y ⋮ Greek
H E I G H T ⋮ 6'3"
W I T C H // W A R L O C K ⋮ Witch
S C H O O L S OF M A G I C ⋮
DIVINATION ▮▮▮▮▮ ⋮ ▮▯▯▯▯
Portent ⋮ Pallas is able to see fifteen seconds into the future. It's not a lot, but it's enough to avoid a quick death for both him and his friends. He can only use it three times a day.
Mantis (Diviniation) ⋮ This is more proper divination for his family. In this method, he has to imbibe wine mixed with someone's blood to conjure the spirits of his family. From there, they speak through him as to the future which awaits someone. The trick is, he doesn't remember what he says. He's even tried recording it, and the video goes to static. And he cannot divine on himself, as he doesn't bleed. What he says can reflect what will happen in the near future or a hundred years from now. There's no set timeline. He also speaks in rhyme and metaphors.
ABJURATION ▮▮▮▯▯ ⋮ ▯▯▯▯▯
Nondetection ⋮ He can block someone from being able to find him using any form of location spell. This doesn't stop them from being able to open Twitter, but fortunately, he doesn't have much of an internet presence.
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Inflict Wounds ⋮ First and foremost, this is not how the Xenakis family operates. This is magic that he gleaned after his soul was placed into a soul jar. The person that he is affecting has to look him in the eyes and hear the words he saying, but after that, he is able to use this power to tether their bodies and inflict wounds. Whatever he does to himself will be duplicated onto them. The spell is broken if he is overcome with pain, after ten minutes, or if it is counterspelled. He can't make the wounds fatal, for if he dies the spell is broken before it reaches who it is supposed to influence, but he can make it hurt.
Vicissitude ⋮ This spell can only be used upon the dead, but technically Pallas is dead. He can change the shape of his body by crafting his flesh and bone into different forms. This can range from hiding injuries that he has sustained that haven't killed him but would be worrying for anyone to see, to elongating his finger bones into sharpened claws, to giving himself sharpened teeth, to causing his ulna bone to leave his body and extend into a scythe-like blade. It's akin to turning one's body into a literal weapon. He mostly just uses it to reform himself, but it does mean he's never weaponless. It does ask if you want to hear him grunt in pain while he turns his thumb into a knife. It's immensely painful, and the limitations are within the realm of what a body can do.
SOUL JAR
Pallas has put his soul into a magical jar, allowing his body to become undead and basically unkillable. He can survive without air, food, or water. He's also immune to poison and sleeping potions, but not to the magic that induces this. He's also strong against the cold and ice magic, but in return is very vulnerable against fire, magic or not. This power comes with a lot of caveats, though. First, if the jar is destroyed, his soul will return to him rapidly aging him to his actual age (which will mean death). Second, if the jar falls into hands that are not his own, that person has power over him. Third, while he is unkillable he has to have time, and all his parts, to mend his dead body to "come back to life." If he's incinerated, it may take hundreds of years for him to come back together without assistance. If he's decapitated, again, and someone makes off with his head--he won't come back to life until it's met back with the rest of his body. There are reasons that there are large gaps between his appearances in Tanner, and some of them have to do with dealing with an undead body.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Pallas is the sort that brings cocaine to a book club meeting, wine to an intervention, and weed to a hospital. He truly doesn't understand social norms in this regard. He'd rather be halfway to the moon dragging someone with him than actually be a responsible adult. It's hard to take things seriously when you've seen so much and been through even more.
Like your bachelor uncle, he has stories about all of his travels and adventures. He always brings gifts. And will take you out to ice cream despite your parents' objection. He's also not judgemental and a shoulder to lean on when you're feeling bad. Because whatever you think you've done that you can't come back from, he's probably done worse.
Pallas is aware of his shortcomings, and he's more than happy to joke about them in a straightforward manner. No one is going to get under his skin by seeing all the chinks in his armor. He's prone to laughing about it, self-deprecating even harder. Pallas is what rock bottom looks like in a suit and a tie.
He also has a tendency to use out-of-date terms for things the he doesn't know the modern equivalent of.
H I S T O R I C A L I N A C C U R A C I E S
H I S T O R I C A L I N A C C U R A C I E S
The Xenakis family came from Greece in the late-1800s to early-1900s. They settled in Tanner, Washington after hearing that it was a safe haven for witches and warlocks alike. To ask why the Xankis family left Greece, they'd just laugh and say that had a "disagreement" with the Ottoman Empire. Though the Balkan War was on the horizon, bloodshed and death were on the horizon. The Xenakis were old-school fortune tellers. They had sat at the side of sultans, politicians, and even prominent criminal organizations.
Ionas and Polina Xenakis were the heads of the family and had three children: Dimitrios, Micial, and Nicolaos. Other members of the Xenakis family came with them, including Ionas's brother, wife, and children. Though, they were half-blooded. Though the Xenakis were not the sort to treat them as secondary citizens, they were not allowed to be the head of the family. A few years after arriving, Ionas and Polina had their fourth and last child--Pallas. And then shortly after that, their house caught aflame while the three elder children were visiting their uncle. Ionas, Polina, and Pallas all lost their lives, or at least that is the story.
Twenty years later, Pallas returned to Tanner and to the few remaining members of his family. They were more than ecstatic to have the prodigal son back, but they were less happy to have the sentient piece of hedonistic trash that he'd become. He promised to change his ways if they taught him the family way of divination. He'd inherited the family power of being able to glimpse into the future, but it was wildly untrained. They agreed, showing him the old arts of abjuration to hide himself and more methodic divination than his sporadic portence. What the family didn't know was that he'd made a living as a con artist, and he'd pissed off a very powerful witch of a very powerful coven in New York by stealing a valuable artifact.
Surprisingly, years passed in peace. No comeuppance was delivered to him, and he assumed that he'd hidden himself perfectly from his actions. He studied hard to catch up with his cousins along with dipping his toes into some of the darker practices that they'd brought from the Ottoman Empire. Pallas even met a young girl in town that he fancied. Things were looking--up.
That was until his family found him decapitated in his room one morning, the artifact having been stolen back. They buried him next to his parents and mourned his loss--again. One year later, he woke up. His family had reconnected his head before his burial, and it'd taken that long for him to "heal." Pallas was surprised about this before he panicked at the realization of how it happened. The ancient artifact that he'd stolen from the family was a soul jar, and he'd successfully put his soul into it. It was what he'd been researching in the older tomes. He'd thought it would be a way to protect himself if the coven came for him. It'd worked, but now he didn't have his soul jar.
So, Pallas left the quaint town of Tanner once again. This time he'd be gone for thirty years, showing back up again having gotten a good lead on his soul jar. He showed up one morning, drinking their tea, eating their biscuits, and promptly scaring the shit out of them. He hadn't seemed to have aged a day. He wasn't back to catch up, though, he sought some of the old tomes he'd used before.
Fifty years passed after that, and he returned having achieved his goals. He was ready to settle down. Tanner had changed, wildly, though. This would be in the late 1990s, and Pallas stuck out like a sore thumb. The remnants of the Xenakis family were in their thirties and had no intention of having any children. He pretended to be a cousin that had been born from a family that had stayed in Greece. This was the truth, but it was wildly truncated. He might have been able to keep this up except his bad luck had a tendency of following him. He was shot in the head. No one can really say why. But the rumor was that he was drunkenly belaboring a member of the town, and it had turned to fisticuffs... which had turned into Pallas having just brought insults to a gunfight.
Pallas had only been buried a week, and per tradition, his gravesite was being visited by his family and a handful of the elders of the coven. So, when he dug himself out--they screamed, he screamed, and it was probably a nightmare for all involved. At that moment, he was excommunicated from the coven til there was a time that he would be needed. But they swore that he wouldn't be.
Well, apparently hell froze over because he received a letter inviting him back to Tanner, Washington when his cousins requested his help with something. He wasn't given much in the way of respect or authority. They were just happy to use him for his knowledge, however, liquor-soaked it was. From what Pallas could tell, they were looking up an old Xenakis ritual, and he would be the last one to have seen it. He couldn't help, really. The last time he'd laid eyes on it, he'd been a baby. Most things from his childhood had gone up in flame.
Yet, while the invitation that he'd received had been one for him to come and help, his stay wasn't free. He ended up working for the bed and breakfast that was run out of their big, old house that now only housed a few of them. It specialized in discreet stays and authentic Greek food. Timeless Taverna and Inn was the name of the place, and while it didn't see heavy traffic--it was nice punctuation for an idyllic stay in Tanner. Pallas pretty much handled a lot of the more heavy-duty tasks around the estate. That was about five years ago. While Pallas has been absolutely bored out of his mind with the mundanity of it all, he was happy to be back around family even if "Family Monopoly Nights" were the things of a capitalistic nightmare.
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HEXCODE ⋮ #ce5836
PLAYLIST ⋮ Just Some Vibes
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