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Cade

Cadence of a Thunderstorm(Cade)⋆ 23 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demihuman

Appearance

Height:

6’4

Weight:

190lbs

Coat Color:

Like that of a leopard; shades of golds and yellows that fade to a white chest and abdomen with black spots throughout and black trimmed ears and eyes.

Eye Color:

Greenish yellow

Brief Clothes Description:

Cade’s clothes are very basic; black boots, black or tan pants tied at the waist, a black waist length cloak with a hood, a shirt of neutral color if at all, gray strips of fabric used similar to fighter’s tape wrapped around his hands. He carries with him a halberd like the one in the first picture.

Image of Usual Attire

Brave ⋆ Curious ⋆ Proud ⋆ Tenacious

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Adventure
⋆ Eating
⋆ Ale
⋆ New people
⋆ Hunting/Fishing
⋆ Outdoors
⋆ Music and own his awful dancing

Dislikes:

⋆ The Cold
⋆ Boredom
⋆ Magic, doesn’t trust it
⋆ Aklenroth, seriously what a dick
⋆ Cruelty, seriously don’t be a dick
⋆ Orcs, they’re rude and they smell bad
⋆ Being inside for too long

Fears:

⋆ Weakness/Failure
⋆ Water, Cade cannot swim and does not particularly care to get wet either
⋆ Aklenroth, I mean necromancy’s a pretty terrifying concept

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

Although Cade’s appearance gives the impression of a brute those who get to know him find to be warm and jovial. He is an extrovert who loves to meet new people and having grown up around mostly other Demihumans is always excited to meet someone unlike anyone he has met before. Cade is working hard on his propensity towards selfishness, trying hard to work towards a greater good especially when it comes to doing things he doesn’t immediately want to. He does however have a very generous nature, always willing to give to others and share what he has and when it comes to battle and protecting those around him, he has very strong protective instincts. Having nothing to live for but the hope of leaving the world better than it is, and would risk his life for the good of others. All he has right now are his name and his honor and if he can inspire others to do better the way his brother inspired him then that is a significant amount of good.

While it does take a bit of work to set of Cade’s temper, he does certainly have one, and he is not someone you’d want to cross. He has a strong love of life and hedonistic pleasures, more than willing to indulge in good food, drink, women, and outdoor adventures whenever possible. If life can be cut short at any moment then enjoy every moment for as long as you can. He works hard at the things he cares about, like hunting and fishing as it is enjoyable, and at staying strong and combat training as it is important to keep living and fighting for what’s right. It is important to Cade to be brave, to fight against his fears and will do things in order to not appear cowardly. When acting on his own he will follow his first instinct and react quickly, he’s never been the sort to spend a lot of time thinking things through.

Cade relies on his physicality rather than wit; he is moderately street smart but had no formal education. Things like planning and strategy are incredibly boring to him and is firmly a man of action. Most of his charm come from his good nature and warm personality, he is honest and manipulation is not something that occurs to him. While he does have a sense of humor and an annoying appreciation of puns, he does occasionally take himself too seriously. Cade has, in abundance, what many would call feline pride, although when his pride is hurt, he is more likely to sulk for a bit than to lose his temper over it. While normally very energetic he does also love a good nap in the sun.

Idyllic ⋆ Tragic⋆ Adventurous

Background

Occupation

Traveling Mercenary, but more than willing to work other odd jobs as well.

Living Immediate Family Members:

None

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Smoke on the Water (Smoke)-Father
Kiss from a Rose (Rose)-Mother
Shadow on the Wind (Shadow)-Brother

Current Companions:

none

Current and Past Lover(s):

No one particularly noteworthy

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Cade prefers to keep with a group, being around others reminds him that there are still people left to fight for. Currently he has left his home and is traveling around.

History:

Cade was born the second son to two proud feline Demihumans who lived just outside the city of Lora in the surrounding forest, and his clan held a long tradition of raising brave warriors, noble guards, and ferocious mercenaries. His father Smoke on the Water, was a mercenary who traveled through the land taking jobs that allowed him to protect those who needed it. His mother Kiss from a Rose, ran a tavern just inside Lora and as skilled huntress she caught every piece of meat severed in her restaurant which added to the very forest to table feel of the place. Cade had a pretty idyllic childhood; his parents kept him sheltered from the evils of the world, he spent his time playing outside exploring nature, and his favorite were his hunting trips with his older brother, Shadow in the Wind. Shadow had about seven years on Cade, so while he was still learning to hunt his brother was in training to become a city guard for Lora. Cade looked up to his brother like a hero, protecting the city, mainlining peace and order and was more than comfortable with living in his shadow. Cade was not ambitious, he never thought of himself as brave or the type who would charge into battle to defend others. Cade wanted run around in the forests, catching fish or deer, and eventually travel the land. With his brother Shadow making his parents proud none of the pressure ever fell on him and he was free to just have fun.

During his late teen years, he often overheard bits of his father and Shadow arguing, what he could piece together was that his brother was involved in something dangerous and against the king. Cade wasn’t sure what it could be as he had never known his brother to be anything but noble and good but he could tell that whatever it was had his father worried. His hunting trips with his brother became more puzzling as well; vague talk of injustice going on in the world, how one day someone would need to stand up for the people, and dangerous magic. Cade couldn’t grasp why these would be things from them to worry about, his people never bothered with magic and the rest was for the King and his court to worry about after all. Cade couldn’t understand why they should just be happy on there own lands.

Things changed for him when Dark Elves arrived to investigate rumors of planned uprisings. For the first time he truly felt oppression at his own door. His mother’s restaurant was burned down after being accused of being a meeting place for insurrectionists. A week later his brother was captured and accused of treason, his brother, along with the others who had been rounded up were executed. The death of his brother destroyed his family; his father was gone for work more and more, taking the most dangerous work he could find until one day they stopped hearing from him all together while his mother, spent the next three years slowly drinking herself to death. Cade also changed that day, barely eighteen and no longer young and carefree, he was at a loss for what to do with the rest of his life. Unable to stay home and witness the self-destruction of his parents he traveled and witnessed the pain of the world his brother had spoken of first hand. Within him a new dream arose; to continue the good his brother tried to do and be the same force of good in the world that Shadow had been. He spent the past few years joining various mercenary groups fighting mainly against Orcs to improve his skill and has begun to make a small name for himself as warrior. With his success it becomes difficult to fall back into his old ways of thinking only of himself and to keep a larger picture in mind.

⋆ Strength: Strength ⋆ Weakness: Strategy

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ His claws and teeth
⋆ Cat-like reflexes
⋆ Strength

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ No defenses against magic
⋆ Endurance, although quick burst of speed fine, he burns out quick
⋆ Strategy and planning, or as he calls it boring stuff

Species of Demi-Human

Feline: Leopard

Best Ability from Beast Side:

His natural hunting abilities which are useful in battle as well

The First Magical Incursion

earlier that afternoon

An agitated Fitz kept himself low and out of sight on a rooftop near a New York City courthouse waiting for just the right moment. Waiting was a boring but necessary part of the job, and as tedious as it was, it sure beat the hell out of a real job. So, Fitz kept himself under control, watching through a hand held scope and waited for his mark to arrive. He took a drag on the Juul e-cig he had with him, although he thought the fake things were for douchey kids, he wasn’t about to get busted from leaving cigarette butts lying around a crime scene, he had watched enough TV to be smarter than that. After enough hits to get a nicotine fix in he slipped the thing back in his jacket pocket and fished out a single bullet from that pocket. His lips formed into a small smirk as he spotted the mark, a would-be rat, headed into the courthouse.

Now there were some telekinetics who liked showing off, the ‘oh look at me I can move a big bloody boulder’ idiots who wasted all their energy on the big stuff. But Fitz liked to think he was smarter than that. A bullet was designed to a perfect little aerodynamic killing device; lightweight and easy to maneuver, and was, in his opinion, the perfect choice for a telekinetic looking to kill. An added bonus with his ability was there was no ballistics for the cops to trace, no gun he needed to hide or get rid of, just a single bullet paired with his own mind and skill. With his mind focused only on his mark and controlling the bullet he sent it hurtling through the air and curving it towards his victim with more than enough force to pierce through the man’s skull.

”Boom, bloody fucking headshot.” Fitz whispered to himself before making a dash towards the fire escape and climbing down to the streets below. The curving of the bullet was important, sending cops looking in a different trajectory than where he was giving him enough time to head into a crowd unnoticed. Another kill meant another paycheck, and while Fitz rarely cared about any details surrounding a hit or why he was asked to kill, knowing this man was about to snitch on his employers made it even easier; a man without loyalty deserved no mercy. He had offered to make the whole ordeal a little messier for the rat, but the man paying him wanted it done quick and clean, and all Fitz really wanted was to get paid, so he complied.

Liam Fitzpatrick had never worked an honest day in his life, and he never planned to; mundane jobs were for normal people, and he was more than that, greater than the mundane. His ability meant he could be more and all he had to do was be half way smart about it. Hits were a rare but exhilarating way to earn a good amount of cash, but gaming casinos was equally fun and the rest of his day was spent doing just that. He lost a bit at the blackjack tables, goofed off at the slots for a bit, and had more than a few drinks before winning a few hundred by betting it all on black at the roulette table and using his skill to ensure a win. When he gambled, which was frequently, he kept his winnings at the casinos on the low end, and rotated locations so as not to draw any suspicions.

By the time he got back to Brooklyn it was after nine that evening. Fitz was standing outside of a dive bar lighting up a real cigarette as a flash of blue lightning lit up the sky. It was strange as the sky was clear and there was no sign of storm, but the inebriated man ignored the portent as he continued to unwind with a smoke. His bar of choice was fairly dirty, had a couple pool tables, and drew in the seedier crowd that he generally liked. The main downside was it was also frequented by another group of people he hated about as much as rats, Yankees fans. Just last weekend he had a good brawl with a few who running their mouths after his Sox had lost. Today was looking up for Fitz, the sting of The Sox’s loss was fading, he had money in his pocket and more on the way, and he still had hours to go before last call.

The First Magical Incursion

Fitz

Name: Liam Donovan Fitzpatrick, generally goes by Fitz
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Alignment: Dark Shadow
Rank within Organization:Recruit

Birthmark Shape: Like the image but in black

Hider

Location of Birthmark: Takes up the majority of his left ribcage
Magical Ability: Telekenisis

Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland
Currently Residing: Ney York City
Personality: Fitz sees the world only in black and white; those without magic are the oppressors; people who although weaker have hunted his people into near extinction and are therefore deserving of whatever they get and those with magic, the strong who must take their place at the top in order to ensure their survival. His father taught him to value strength above all else, while his mother taught him to fear those unlike him. Fitz hates those without abilities and puts his unwavering belief and support in Dark Shadow the way only a passionate zealot can. This is the only thing he’s ever believed in, that it is their birthright to take the power from the weaker masses. He is a man of action, driven by passion and instinct which feeds into his brash and impulsive nature as well, Fitz doesn’t think before he acts, he does what his gut tells him and believes everything will fall into place from there.

His better qualities are his unquestioning loyalty, both to those he considers friends and to a cause he believes in. Once he puts his trust in someone it would be nearly impossible to sway him, he is stubborn and resistant to change and he’d gladly die before he’d ever commit betrayal or give up. This makes him a great soldier for Dark Shadow; he never doubts or questions his orders; he sees himself as a romanticized version of a freedom fighter and the only end he can even imagine for his life is to go out fighting for a cause. Fitz has a bit of a death wish, he can’t imagine himself being settled in any capacity, to ever not be fighting and will risk his life for even the smallest gain with out a second thought. Indignant, reckless, stubborn, arrogant, and quick tempered are his worst qualities while his loyalty, bravery, and willingness to sacrifice easily shine through. With those that he’s more relaxed around Fitz is recognized as a smart ass who almost always has something to say. He rarely complains; he finds ways to solve problems, usually through violence or heavy drinking, rather than dwell on them.

History/Bio: Born in Dublin to an unhappily married couple his parents were too busy with their own troubles to ever really worry about him. His father was an enforcer for a crime family while his mother, a florist, ran a flower shop that doubled as a way to launder money. His old man was a drunk with a volatile personality while his mother was the type who could always see the good in someone. It was from his mother that he got his magic, and was the type who believed in keeping it secret, blending in with the weak masses around them. It was infuriating, every time another kid picked on him, or his father got on him for being weak, all he wanted to do was unleash his power and prove his strength. It was fear that held him back, hearing the stories of the old days, of people like him being tortured, hung, or burned alive. He worried about what would happen to him and his mother should their magic ever be exposed and he harbored a great deal of resentment for it.

He was twelve when they relocated to Boston after his father learnt that authorities had growing suspicious about their criminal lifestyle. It was a new place but the same life, his father a man of violence in the same line of work, his mother doing as she was told and trying to teach her son magic while flying under the radar. He was fifteen when his father found out, stumbling in on of their magic lessons and flying into a drunken rage. Although his mother could’ve easily used magic to stop his father, a lifetime of living in fear of what they were held her back, and a terrified Fitz watched as his father strangled his mother before the man’s rage refocused on his son. The whole time his father was screaming about how they were freaks and before his father could close the distance between them Fitz showed him just how strong he was. With a flick of his wrist he sent a fire poker hurtling towards his old man impaling him. For the first time he felt free as he unleashed his magic. With his parents dead he burnt the house the house down, left, and never looked back.

From then on, he made his way as thief and later a hitman, able to do things others could never explain. He carried bullets with him, using his ability to send with expert precision towards his target; bringing quick death to those he cared little about or pushing the bullet slowly and allowing his victim to suffer when he felt they deserved it. He drifted through life surviving until his recruitment, he’d never meant another magic user before then other than his mother and immediately the Dark Shadow organization became the closest thing that ever felt like him to him. It was a perfect match everything he’d been feeling was suddenly shared by other outcasts, it was something worthy to fight for and to channel his rage through. He belonged, he was useful, and he would enact some change in this world or he would die fighting.

The First Magical Incursion

Fitz

Name: Liam Donovan Fitzpatrick, generally goes by Fitz
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Alignment: Dark Shadow
Rank within Organization:Recruit

Birthmark Shape: Like the image but in black

Hider

Location of Birthmark: Takes up the majority of his left ribcage
Magical Ability: Telekenisis

Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland
Currently Residing: Ney York City
Personality: Fitz sees the world only in black and white; those without magic are the oppressors; people who although weaker have hunted his people into near extinction and are therefore deserving of whatever they get and those with magic, the strong who must take their place at the top in order to ensure their survival. His father taught him to value strength above all else, while his mother taught him to fear those unlike him. Fitz hates those without abilities and puts his unwavering belief and support in Dark Shadow the way only a passionate zealot can. This is the only thing he’s ever believed in, that it is their birthright to take the power from the weaker masses. He is a man of action, driven by passion and instinct which feeds into his brash and impulsive nature as well, Fitz doesn’t think before he acts, he does what his gut tells him and believes everything will fall into place from there.

His better qualities are his unquestioning loyalty, both to those he considers friends and to a cause he believes in. Once he puts his trust in someone it would be nearly impossible to sway him, he is stubborn and resistant to change and he’d gladly die before he’d ever commit betrayal or give up. This makes him a great soldier for Dark Shadow; he never doubts or questions his orders; he sees himself as a romanticized version of a freedom fighter and the only end he can even imagine for his life is to go out fighting for a cause. Fitz has a bit of a death wish, he can’t imagine himself being settled in any capacity, to ever not be fighting and will risk his life for even the smallest gain with out a second thought. Indignant, reckless, stubborn, arrogant, and quick tempered are his worst qualities while his loyalty, bravery, and willingness to sacrifice easily shine through. With those that he’s more relaxed around Fitz is recognized as a smart ass who almost always has something to say. He rarely complains; he finds ways to solve problems, usually through violence or heavy drinking, rather than dwell on them.

History/Bio: Born in Dublin to an unhappily married couple his parents were too busy with their own troubles to ever really worry about him. His father was an enforcer for a crime family while his mother, a florist, ran a flower shop that doubled as a way to launder money. His old man was a drunk with a volatile personality while his mother was the type who could always see the good in someone. It was from his mother that he got his magic, and was the type who believed in keeping it secret, blending in with the weak masses around them. It was infuriating, every time another kid picked on him, or his father got on him for being weak, all he wanted to do was unleash his power and prove his strength. It was fear that held him back, hearing the stories of the old days, of people like him being tortured, hung, or burned alive. He worried about what would happen to him and his mother should their magic ever be exposed and he harbored a great deal of resentment for it.

He was twelve when they relocated to Boston after his father learnt that authorities had growing suspicious about their criminal lifestyle. It was a new place but the same life, his father a man of violence in the same line of work, his mother doing as she was told and trying to teach her son magic while flying under the radar. He was fifteen when his father found out, stumbling in on of their magic lessons and flying into a drunken rage. Although his mother could’ve easily used magic to stop his father, a lifetime of living in fear of what they were held her back, and a terrified Fitz watched as his father strangled his mother before the man’s rage refocused on his son. The whole time his father was screaming about how they were freaks and before his father could close the distance between them Fitz showed him just how strong he was. With a flick of his wrist he sent a fire poker hurtling towards his old man impaling him. For the first time he felt free as he unleashed his magic. With his parents dead he burnt the house the house down, left, and never looked back.

From then on, he made his way as thief and later a hitman, able to do things others could never explain. He carried bullets with him, using his ability to send with expert precision towards his target; bringing quick death to those he cared little about or pushing the bullet slowly and allowing his victim to suffer when he felt they deserved it. He drifted through life surviving until his recruitment, he’d never meant another magic user before then other than his mother and immediately the Dark Shadow organization became the closest thing that ever felt like him to him. It was a perfect match everything he’d been feeling was suddenly shared by other outcasts, it was something worthy to fight for and to channel his rage through. He belonged, he was useful, and he would enact some change in this world or he would die fighting.

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Wyatt Hawthorne

| Nickname |

Wyatt

| Age |

22

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Straight

| Racial Orientation |

American, Born and raised in Texas

| History

Wyatt was born in a small town in rural Texas, his father, was very much “new magic,” although many a night after heavy drinking his father would frequently claim that his father, Wyatt’s grandfather, was a bastard of Aleister Crowley conceived during ritual sex magic. His father was a compulsive liar so Wyatt very much doubts any validity to that statement. His mother’s family is “old magic” but disowned his mother after her engagement. His father, who legally had his name changed to Magnus, while charismatic was also extremely manipulative with a violent streak. His mother, Laura, was a kind women who, when he was very young he remembered as being free-spirited and full of joy, but the older he got the more and more he could see these qualities being drained from her.

During his early childhood, they were poor but his father very quickly became successful, seem to have a knack for business and investing. As their wealth grew they moved frequently and his father often made time to teach young Wyatt magic. His lessons were strict and his preferred methods of discipline were generally violent. Wyatt was thirteen when an order of powerful witches and warlocks came for his father, who had been using the darkest of magic in order to further his wealth and power. His father’s ability to practice magic was bound and he was turned into the more mundane authorities. To the non-magical community, Magnus Hawthorne was known as The Satanic Ripper, a now infamous serial killer who during his trial would engage in long rants about his magical abilities, while those who practice magic knew him as one who broke every sacred law of magic and who could’ve put the entire community in danger.

The Hawthorne’s money was gone before the year was over and the state of Texas would go on to execute his father. Before the verdict was even given Wyatt and his mother moved to Austin to get away and for the first time darkness did not follow them. His mother returned to her maiden name to avoid recognition but Wyatt kept him, refusing to let himself feel shamed by what his father did, planning to one day have his name be connected to bringing goodness and light into the world rather than darkness and cruelty. His mother worked hard to provide as a cook but made the choice not to use true magic any longer, although she did do fake tarot readings and such at carnivals and festivals. His mother also forbids magic in their home, Wyatt practiced exclusively in secret, teaching himself when he could.

His mother died the year before he applied to Raindale, liver failure after a life of trying to drink away the memory of Magnus. Her family didn’t come to the funeral, would not help out financially, and refuse to have any contact with Wyatt due to what they see as his association with darkness. It bothers him much more than he likes and part of his need to prove himself as both a capable Warlock and a good man comes from their refusal to see him as anything more than the son of a monster and as a way to honor his mother by replacing the wrongs associated with his family with something right.

| Personality

Kind-Outgoing-Patient-Bold
Proud-Impulsive-Naïve-Stubborn

| Likes

-Hot, sunny days
-Food, especially spicy food, seafood, or a nice rare steak
-Nature
-Loud music
-Marijuana

| Dislikes

-Alcohol
-Cold weather
-Any mention of his father, especially being told he looks like him
-Magic used for power or selfishness
-Anger or violence

| Hobbies

A joker, smoker, and a midnight toker; he enjoys relaxing with a cigarette or something on the greener side and doesn’t take much too seriously, having had enough heavy stuff happen early on Wyatt likes to keep life light and fun. He enjoys live music, parties, and a good bonfire.

| Fears

His past and impulsive nature cause him to worry about how susceptible he may be to the dark side, he doesn’t want to turn out bad the way so many people expect him too and thus stays away from anything he views as potentially dangerous magic. Also clowns and old dolls because they’re just extremely creepy.

| Dreams

To become someone who is recognized, in a positive light, for who he is and not for who his father was. To be able to say his name with pride and to know he has to lead a good life and put something good back into the world.

| Year

2nd

| Classes

First year he took summoning, potions, and cleansing. This year he’s on to mythical creatures, herbology, elemental magic, and soul restoration.

| Specialization

Wyatt’s not certain he’s found exactly what he’s gifted in due to how strongly he shies away from power and also finds his broad interests and eagerness to learn to distract him from focusing on one thing for too long. Right now his interest is leaning towards healing magic, the thought of helping people is appealing. He is also very excited for mythical creatures classes.

| Strengths

Wyatt’s kind and outgoing nature make him skilled at connecting with people, his dedication to things, even ones he finds difficult to learn to make him a decent student despite most of his pre-Raindale experience being self-taught. He also has a strong moral compass, even though he frequently doubts his nature, making it difficult to stray him from his path.

| Weakness

His deep fear of power and its corrupting influence puts a self-imposed limit on what he can accomplish. He also has a deep-seated need to please people and for them to like him. Wyatt is prone to self-doubt and general mopey-ness when people don’t like him.

| Familiar

Clyde, a tri-colored Treeing Walker Coonhound who is missing his right eye. Wyatt found him a few years back chained up in a yard, looking emaciated, on a hot Texas day without a shelter or water bowl in sight. It was like the dog was calling out for him, so, he took the dog home and they formed a powerful bond. Their agreement is pretty simple, after using a great deal of his own magic and energy to heal the dog, Wyatt now feeds and cares for Clyde and in turn, Clyde acts as his familiar. Clyde being a fairly lazy hound dog is known only to move quickly when there is food unattended or something worthy of a chase. His baying can often be heard around campus in the spring and Wyatt is often stuck apologizing for the food his dog has stolen. Clyde’s hobbies, besides thievin’, include long sun naps and alternating between looking incredibly judgmental or innocent of any possible wrongdoing that may have recently occurred.

Clyde

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Wyatt Hawthorne

| Nickname |

Wyatt

| Age |

22

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Straight

| Racial Orientation |

American, Born and raised in Texas

| History

Wyatt was born in a small town in rural Texas, his father, was very much “new magic,” although many a night after heavy drinking his father would frequently claim that his father, Wyatt’s grandfather, was a bastard of Aleister Crowley conceived during ritual sex magic. His father was a compulsive lair so Wyatt very much doubts any validity to that statement. His mother’s family is “old magic” but disowned his mother after her engagement. His father, who legally had his name changed to Magnus, while charismatic was also extremely manipulative with a violent streak. His mother, Laura, was a kind women who, when he was very young he remembered as being free spirited and full of joy, but the older he got the more and more he could see these qualities being drained from her.

During his early childhood they were poor but his father very quickly became successful, seeming to have a knack for business and investing. As their wealth grew they moved frequently and his father often made time to teach young Wyatt magic. His lessons were strict and his preferred methods of discipline were generally violent. Wyatt was thirteen when an order of powerful witches and warlocks came for his father, who had been using the darkest of magics in order to further his wealth and power. His father’s ability to practice magic was bound and he was turned into the more mundane authorities. To the non-magical community Magnus Hawthorne was known as The Satanic Ripper, a now infamous serial killer who during his trial would engage in long rants about his magical abilities, while those who practice magic knew him as one who broke every scared law of magic and who could’ve put the entire community in danger.

The Hawthorne’s money was gone before the year was over and the state of Texas would go on to execute his father. Before the verdict was even given Wyatt and his mother moved to Austin to get away and for the first time darkness did not follow them. His mother returned to her maiden name to avoid recognition but Wyatt kept his, refusing to let him self feel shamed by what his father did, planning to one day have his name be connected to bringing goodness and light into the world rather than darkness and cruelty. His mother worked hard to provide as a cook but made the choice not use true magic any longer, although she did do fake tarot readings and such at carnivals and festivals. His mother also forbid magic in their home, Wyatt practiced exclusively in secret, teaching himself when he could.

His mother died the year before he applied to Raindale, liver failure after a life of trying to drink away the memory of Magnus. Her family didn’t come to the funeral, would not help out financially, and refuse to have any contact with Wyatt due to what they see as his association with darkness. It bothers him much more than he likes and part of his need to prove himself as both a capable Warlock and a good man comes from their refusal to see him as anything more than the son of a monster and as a way to honor his mother by replacing the wrongs associated with his family with something right.

| Personality

Kind-Outgoing-Patient-Bold
Proud-Impulsive-Naïve-Stubborn

| Likes

-Hot, sunny days
-Food, especially spicy food, seafood, or a nice rare steak
-Nature
-Loud music
-Marijuana

| Dislikes

-Alcohol
-Cold weather
-Any mention of his father, especially being told he looks like him
-Magic used for power or selfishness
-Anger or violence

| Hobbies

A joker, smoker, and a midnight toker; he enjoys relaxing with a cigarette or something on the greener side and doesn’t take much too seriously, having had enough heavy stuff happen early on Wyatt likes to keep life light and fun. He enjoys live music, parties, and a good bonfire.

| Fears

His past and impulsive nature cause him to worry about how susceptible he may be to the dark side, he doesn’t want to turn out bad the way so many people expect him too and thus stays away from anything he views as potentially dangerous magic. Also clowns and old dolls because they’re just extremely creepy.

| Dreams

To become someone whose recognized, in a positive light, for who he is and not for who his father was. To be able to say his name with pride and to know he has lead a good life and put something good back into the world.

| Year

2nd

| Classes

First year he took summoning, potions, and cleansing. This year he’s on to mythical creatures, herbology, elemental magic, and soul restoration.

| Specialization

Wyatt’s not certain he’s found exactly what he’s gifted in due to how strongly he shys away from power and also finds his broad interests and eagerness to learn distracts him from focusing on one thing for too long. Right now his interest is leaning towards healing magic, the thought of helping people is appealing. He is also very excited for mythical creatures classes.

| Strengths

Wyatt’s kind and outgoing nature make him skilled at connecting with people, his dedication to things, even ones he finds difficult to learn make him a descent student despite most of his pre-Raindale experience being self-taught. He also has a strong moral compass, even though he frequently doubts his nature, making it difficult to stray him from his path.

| Weakness

His deep fear of power and its corrupting influence puts a self-imposed limit on what he can accomplish. He also has a deep-seated need to please people and for them to like him. Wyatt is prone to self-doubt and general mopey-ness when people don’t like him.

| Familiar

Clyde, a tri-colored Treeing Walker Coonhound who is missing his right eye. Wyatt found him a few years back chained up in yard, looking emaciated, on a hot Texas day without a shelter or water bowl in sight. It was like the dog was calling out for him, so, he took the dog home and they formed a powerful bond. Their agreement is pretty simple, after using a great deal of his own magic and energy to heal the dog, Wyatt now feeds and cares for Clyde and in turn Clyde acts as his familiar. Clyde being a fairly lazy hound dog is known only to move quickly when there is food unattended or something worthy of a chase. His baying can often be heard around campus in the spring and Wyatt is often stuck apologizing for the food his dog has stolen. Clyde’s hobbies, besides thievin’, include long sun naps and alternating between looking incredibly judgmental or innocent of any possible wrong doing that may have recently occurred.

Clyde

This Town of Ours

Location: The Church
Tags: Lilith (@dragonbutts), Nicole (@Silence Sounds), Father Luca (@Metronome)

Wyatt studied the map handed to him by Father Luca, three spots marked where victims had been found, and a triangle over acres of woods and railroad tracks. Seemed like a likely place a vampire to hide, a weird stranger staying in town just as people started dying would probably draw a lot more attention. His experience with small towns was that it was hard to fly under the radar, there was nothing to do but gossip so anyone new or who didn’t fit in generally became the main subject of said gossip. It usually made hunting in small towns much easier.

“Excellent, Father, I think this is a great place to start.” He said showing the map to Nicole and Lilith. He was more than happy to start their hunt in the woods, it was way less suspicious to see strangers with knives, bows, and guns in the woods than around town and without knowing for sure what they were dealing with here the more weapons they could have the better. Plus he always felt more at home in the woods than he did around civilization, even if it was just a small town. “Shall we head to the woods and see if we can track anything, or I can go alone if there’s other leads you want to follow up on in town?” He offered, addressing the two other hunters.

Vinehurst High

Brody wasn’t fazed by the fact that Kurt seemed unimpressed by his jokes, he kept near the guy and made sure they made it to the bathroom. Of course, on the way there they passed by Hannah “two faced” Franklin. Okay so that wasn’t her actual nickname but it was what Brody thought of anytime he saw her. She put on the most insincere performance as she coed about Kurt and how she may just faint at the sight of blood. Brody offered her the single finger salute as she winked at him, paired with a sarcastic grin. Irene mentioned something about Hannah having a problem with her, “Even though we go to school with a guy totally named Lucifer, I’m pretty sure she’s the actually Satan.” Brody joked, as the paused by the bathroom which was currently closed for cleaning. Brody moved the sign out of the way while Irene offered Kurt something to drink and some applesauce. He smiled a little, it was nice to know some people in this school were still kind, offering their lunch to a guy she barely knew.

“Hey thanks for helping us out, you’re really awesome. Um, maybe I could buy your lunch today, since it looks like you’ve given Kurt the good parts. I think it’s chicken finger day which is usually pretty okay as far as the café’ goes, and you could sit with us, if you want to, you don’t have to though.” Brody rambled on to Irene, kind of nervously, as he lost focus on Kurt once again. Whatever Kurt now had a drink and some applesauce so it wasn’t like his situation was all that dire. Brody hadn’t had a lot of chances to talk to Irene, he had wanted to but she always seemed busy with art or something and he didn’t really know what to say. He then felt his ears turn red as he thought about how awkward he probably sounded and he glanced back at Kurt. “We should probably get moving before the bell rings.” He said as he quickly helped Kurt into a room where Irene wouldn’t be following.

It's A Long Way To The Top... (Band/Musician RP)

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Vinehurst High

Brody helped Kurt to his feet and nodded at his request not to involve the nurse. Out of a hallway full of people only one other person had come over to help Kurt, Irene, a girl he recognized from art. He recognized her because last year he had spent more time noticing her than actually working on whatever he was supposed to be doing in class. She was wicked talented, while Brody could barely manage to draw a stick figure, and he was always impressed with people who could create something beautiful from the most basic of supplies. For a split second, he forgot about Kurt, and the geyser of blood that had been flowing from his nose, and only noticed the attractive redhead offering to help them, usually girls avoided them in an attempt to not catch the weird.

He snapped back to attention when he heard Sol shout Kurt’s name. Oh right, Kurt, the guy that’s bleeding and about to pass out. We should probably focus on that. He thought as Sol started to freak out and then run off to find something for Kurt to drink before the guy passed out. He nodded to Sol when he asked if Kurt was gonna be okay, it was just a bloody nose after all, chances of survival were very high. “Of course, he’s gonna be fine. He added insuring those around him. He glanced back at the very pale Kurt. “No worries bro, Sol’s gonna get you 500cc’s of Mountain Dew, stat, we can save you, we have the technology.” He assured his friend in his most dramatic voice. He kept close to Kurt just in case he did actually pass out, that way he could at least make sure he didn’t hit his head too hard or anything.