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6 yrs ago
Current Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions.
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6 yrs ago
She knocked that smug look off my face but luckily I was wearing a second, smaller smug look underneath.
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8 yrs ago
There's nothing more intoxicating than the clear absence of a penis.
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9 yrs ago
Half of Blink 182 is Wink 91.
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10 yrs ago
A Freudian Slip is when you mean one thing but fuck your mother.
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Do tell me if I've made him too strong or if there are any issues.

Down for a discord.
Quick question, are you looking at one pc per school of magic?
I'll place my interest here too, void magic sounds great.





Attire: Tunic
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Mention(s): Callum Danrose @Helo, Wulfric Danrose @SilverPaw

The maid woke Auguste from his nap, 30 minutes before the promised meet-and-greet with noblewomen. The prince greeted her with a thanks, and then instructing her to draw up a quick bath and a fresh tunic. She left the room with a curt bow. Auguste draped his arm over his eyes and sighed, the grogginess still nestled into his bones. Was this truly just physical exhaustion? Deep down he knew it wasn't the case. Recent events have set the young man's mind with worry... and fear.

Auguste hoisted himself upwards, willing the sleepiness away. How had he felt worse than before he had taken the nap. He stretched his limbs and spine, activity had always been a certified method of skirting exhaustion. A few minutes passed, the same maid knocked on the door.

The bath was quick and prompt, not much to enjoy given his limited time. Auguste fit himself into the same but freshly cleaned tunic. It was about 10:50 am, but it was best to arrive early. Auguste had freshened himself up as best he could, the keen-eyed may be able to ascertain tiredness from his countenance.

Auguste he had expected his brothers to have been there already... although knowing Callum, and Wulfric's disposition for perfection, he could hazard a guess for their relative tardiness. As always, he smiled and greeted those who made eye contact or passed him by as he waited in the room. He sequesters himself into a corner so as to not bother those entering and leaving.




Attire: Tunic
Interaction(s): Wystan Blackmane @mantou, Anastasia Danrose @princess, Callum Danrose @Helo
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Although Auguste said they were to go to the duelling event, it was much later in the day. He still was to attend the meeting with the kingdom's noblewomen. A short nap was in order, if to make himself look even a smidge more presentable. He glanced at the mirror in his office, his features definitely denoted a lack of sleep. He sighed, massaging the slightly darkening circles under his eyes. It did not help that he also didn't sleep much two nights ago.

Before that however, Auguste excused himself to Wystan and stepped out of his office. The prince greeted the workers that passed him, thanking them for their hard work last night. He was looking for his younger siblings. While he wasn't there for the meeting, he had a general idea of what likely went down in that meeting.

Auguste found his younger siblings in-front of Anastasia's room. The two were appeared to be conversing. He caught the tail-end of their conversation, with Anastsia assuring Callum that she was his sister. A heartwarming sight that tugged at his lips. He approached the two.

“Anastasia, Callum.” Auguste called out, his expression a tad grim with a hint of exhaustion. It seemed like he had a few choice words to say to his two rambunctious siblings but that couldn't be further from the truth. A moment's silence nestled into the atmosphere before he spoke, “... I am sure Mother, Father, and Brother have given you both enough punishment.”

The two would find themselves engulfed in a tight hug. “I'm so glad you two are safe.” Auguste whispered in a choked voice, “Do whatever you want... just be safe, okay? Know that I will always be by your side. I will always try my best to help you two because you are my beloved siblings, worth be damned.”

The fear of losing his siblings grasped his mind, including Anastasia's kidnapping and Callum's forray into magic. It didn't matter to him as long as they came back home alive.

Auguste lingered in the embrace for another silent moment before he loosened his grip and straightened himself. “Excuse me. I'll be going back to my office to take a short nap before the meeting this morning with the noble women. If you need anything, you know where to find me or Wystan.”

Auguste made his way back into his office, asking a maid to wake him up some 30 minutes before the meeting with noble women. Wystan still sat diligently on the chair in-front of his desk. “I'm going to take a short nap, Wystan.” Auguste stated, “Get some rest too, even a twenty minute nap will help with lack of sleep.” He drew the curtains in his office and laid flat on the couch in the corner of his office. Knowing Wystan and his worries... “I am sure no one will assassinate a prince in his sleep.” He chuckled darkly.
Victor Crowe


“No problem, just follow me.” Victor returned a smile, “Place is like a maze. I was lost the first few weeks I was acquainted to this place, so don't worry about it.”

“Well, that title is a bit of a mouthhful, ain't it. Just call me Victor, or anything remotely close to it, I'll probably respond.” He continued through the halls. “Well, if I remember you controlled more schools of magic than I can. So you'd technically be higher on the totem pole than me, Witch Catherine.”

“Sorry, I didn't mean to dodge your question...” Victor paused for a moment's consideration. “I guess all I can hope is to be able to properly help the coven despite being a Warlock and fulfill my obligations. Or atleast try my best to, right?” Such practiced words almost got a chuckle out of Victor. Perhaps years of his mother's influence had changed him more then he thought it did.

There were a few changes within the mansion, but thankfully it was still familiar. A few paintings were changed, furniture shifted, and some lighting fixtures changed, but it still felt very much like 'home'. Victor ran his hand through his hair as he spotted familiar figures. It was Carlise and Elías.

“Good to see you two are well.” Victor called out to the two. He turned and motioned towards Catherine. “This is-” He noticed that she had fallen a bit behind, admiring the interior design and architecture. “er- This is Catherine Hierich.”
Victor Crowe

Victor groaned into his pillow as the ever-familiar, rhythmic beeping of his alarm resounded in his room. 7:30 AM. He had recently moved back into his family home in Tanner. His parents would be arrive in a few days as they had some business to take care of, they didn't inform him of what- although he guessed it was related to his ever-obnoxious extended family; The Crowe's. Despite the excommunication, his extended family often called their parents for differing reasons. It irked Victor to no end, as he's had less than stellar experiences with them.

Willing himself out of bed, Victor began his routine. Preparing a small breakfast- eggs and toast, he began eating. He ate slowly, still attempting to will the sleepiness away. Victor then jumped into the shower to clean up. He wondered if the Coven had changed, or if it was more of the same. Well, atleast that curiosity will be satisfied today. Stepping out of the shower, he wore a dark leather jacket, a blue hoodie, and comfortable black jeans. An outfit he defaulted to in relatively casual settings. Hopefully the Coven hadn't embraced the trend of business attire in recent years.

Victor nonchalantly heated the coffee that turned tepid when he was lost in his thoughts. Oops, should avoid doing that around the other Coven members. With that he stretched, bones creaking and crackling. He made his way outside and took in the fresh air of Tanner. An oddly nostalgic feeling overtook him. He really was back.

A family friend had lent Victor his junker to drive to the Tanner Coven household. A beat up truck that looked like something out of a junkyard. He arrived and parked in the Tanner Household by 8:15 AM. Mid-drive he remembered that he was to be there by 11 AM. With a chuckle, Victor reclined his seat, opting to catch a few more hours of sleep he's missed out since he was born.



Victor's nap was broken when he heard footsteps making its way to the mansion. Good thing too, he might've overslept. It was about 9:45 AM. He locked his car behind him and lazily sauntered to the the front door, right behind the figure he now recognized as Catherine Heirich.

“Good to see you again Catherine.” Victor said with a yawn. He chuckled softly at her restrained knocking. “No need for that.” He pushed the doors open and entered the mansion. He looked back at her. “You coming?”

“Ah, right.” Victor recalled. “Is this your first time in the mansion? I can lead you and hand you off to Carlise so he could show you around.”
Gonna throw this in here and edit tomorrow if I find mistakes.

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