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As Joe walked to the headquarters, he paused. It was... pretty early to go right about now. It was only 1:30. The meeting was supposed to be at 8. What would he really do for the next six and a half hours? He looked around the streets and noticed a grocery store nearby. He still needed to go shopping for food and necessities. It was pretty close to his apartment, so it was pretty convenient. He turned off his GPS and wandered inside.

After a little bit of shopping, he walked out with a couple bags of groceries and made his way back to his apartment. Once he returned, he put his groceries away and began unpacking the rest of his belongings, folding up the cardboard boxes to use again once he had to move out of the apartment, and putting his new kitchenware into the dishwasher to be cleaned before their first use. There wasn't much aside from books, and some clothing. No real decorations or photos that he hung around the apartment. The place was pretty sparse.

By the time that he had finally finished, it was about six o'clock. He decided to make dinner before the meeting, so gathering some of the things he had bought that day, he quickly made a burger and some fries for himself. He sat alone at his counter, eating in silence. This was normal for him, he supposed. Even when he had roommates, they were never really that close. They had their schedules and lives, as did he. They rarely ran into noe another. He... had been fine with that arrangement.

Soon enough he finished his food and quickly washed the pans, knives, and plates he had used to prep, cook, and serve the food, placing them into the dishwasher after unloading it. He noted the time once again, a little after seven o'clock. The meeting was in an hour, he should probably get there soon. He put the address back into the GPS on his phone and rushed out the door, locking it behind him.

He walked briskly through the crowded streets towards his destination. He weaved through the crowds as fast as he could, doing his best not to run into anyone. Soon enough he came across a rather inconspicuous apartment building. Apparently this was his destination. He glanced once again at the time on his phone. 7:30. Half an hour until the meeting was to begin. He reached for the door handle, only to pause. Wasn't... there something Lana had told him about the door? Something about... some sort of defense mechanism? An enchantment that only allowed members of the Dark Shadows to be let in or else something... rather bad happened.

He let his hand fall back to his side as he let out a soft sigh. He had yet to be inducted into the organization, so if he tried to get in, he'd trigger the enchantment and end up... well... in not such a very good state. He looked around and swallowed nervously. What was he to do? He couldn't meander around the entrance, that might look suspicious, might bring undue suspicion to this particular location. He looked around and noted a bench not too far away. He walked over to it and took a seat, grabbing his phone and pretending to fiddle around with it as he waited for someone he recognized to appear. Lana or Al.

He had looked him up after getting his name from Lana. Apparently he was some rich kid. Doubt that anyone would have ever thought that he was a mage and in charge of... well... I guess... a terrorist group? Rebels? He wasn't sure what to label the Dark Shadows just yet. He just hoped he would see someone soon. Last thing he wanted to do on his first day was to be late because he couldn't even get in the door...
We also have cinnamon rolls!
Joe awoke in his sparsely decorated apartment. He stretched and let out a soft yawn as he took a look at the time, a little after one o'clock. He had been up late getting into the city and unpacking well into the night. He looked around at the scattered boxes still littering his room. School books and clothing, primarily. He got up and stretched, heading into the bathroom after grabbing the toiletries he had set aside before he had passed out, along with some clothing he had set aside.

The apartment he had gotten was a small studio that was part of the campus' housing. It wasn't anything grand, but it was his, and his alone. No roommates, no one to bother him. He could do as he pleased, so long as he didn't damage or outright destroy the apartment of course.

He walked into the bathroom, his bare feet against the cold off white tiles. He set his clothing on top of the toilet's lid, along with his towel, set his showering supplies within the shower, and set the rest next to his sink. He leaned in, turned on the shower, and waited for it to get to the right temperature before stripping down and stepping inside. He took a deep breath and placed his head against the slowly warming tiles of the shower. After enjoying the warm water against his skin, he quickly washed his hair and body, turned off the shower, grabbed the towel hanging out, and began drying off.

Once he had fully dried off, he applied his deodorant, slipped on his socks, underwear, a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a white long sleeve button down. He finally grabbed a pendant that he had set aside from the clothes, it was a pretty plain thing. A silver chain with a large tear shaped green stone. He held it and smiled fondly as he rubbed the smooth gem beneath his thumb for a moment, taking a deep breath. "...Mom... Dad... I hope that you understand what I'm doing..." He mumbled quietly to himself, letting the pendant slip down to hang off of his chest.

He left the bathroom and finally walked over to the side table where he had kept his brand new phone. He had saved up to get it, a brand new model of smart phone. He figured that since he was in such a large city now, having an updated phone with a GPS system seemed like a good idea. He noticed that he had gotten a text message while he had been sleeping.

"Meeting tonight. 8PM. HQ. Don't be late."

Joe read the message over and over again. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest... excitement? Anxiety? He wasn't sure. But he knew that today was the day that he actually took his first steps towards his goal. No going back now. He knew where HQ was, he had gotten the address through the SMS group he was now part of. He had memorized the address and deleted the message, just to be safe. Wouldn't want people to be showing up at some top secret base or something because he lost his phone.

With that in mind, he turned to the door, took a deep breath, and left his apartment. Once he reached the crowded and lively streets below, he input the address into his phone and began making his way towards the HQ. He... really hoped that they would understand his lack of magical prowess.
Joseph Freiheit


"You can try to cage me, but I'll break free and fly far from here."


Name: Joseph Freiheit
Gender Male
Age: 20
Alignment: Dark Shadow
Rank within Organisation: Recruit

Birthmark Shape: A pair of wings, connected together by an intricate spell circle.

Location of Birthmark: from the small of his back, up to his shoulder blades.
Magical Abilities: Light Magic - Using the power of light Joe is able to use it to project beams of concentrated light energy to harm his foes, create barriers to shield his allies, and is even able to heal their wounds... and... well... less impressively use it to light up a room. So he's also a candle, congratulations!

Place of Birth: Ogunquit, Maine
Currently Residing: New York City, New York
Personality: Shy and timid, he doesn't open up to others easily due to always having to keep himself at a safe distance from others, lest they find out about his birthmark or his powers. Though, to those who are able to break through his walls and befriend him, he will be fiercely loyal to them. He offers others kindness as much as he can, and is willing to put himself on the line to help others. He also possesses a powerful sense of justice, once he sees something wrong, he can't help but get worked up over it.
History/Bio: Joe has had... a rather unfortunate upbringing. His parents were killed in a house fire when he was only eight years old after the townsfolk had figured out his secret. It had been an innocent, and deadly mistake on his part. He had gone swimming with other kids his age, and of course, a tattoo, especially one so intricate, on an eight year child is quite a strange sight to behold. The word of his strange "tattoo" was spread around town quickly, almost like wildfire, the townspeople, highly superstitious, believed it to be a mark from the devil. With that in mind, in the dead of night, the townspeople blocked off the doors and windows on the first floor of the house and set it ablaze.

While his parents died in the fire, Joe had miraculously survived the fire. He was found the next morning by a couple of backpackers in the Baxter Woods near Portland, forty miles away from where the fire had happened with little to no explanation. However, for the life of him, he cannot recall the night of the fire, nor how he possibly ended up in the woods, it may always remain a mystery to him. Though, fearing what would happen if they were to transport him back there, he lied about not knowing who his parents were or even where he was from. From then on he was passed from foster home to foster home, living in constant fear that those around him may one day find out what he truly was and receive the same... "warm" welcome as the townspeople in his hometown gave him and his parents.

His only saving grace was that his parents had taught him how to properly suppress his powers before their passing. To the world around him, he was a regular human, no special powers, no outbursts, nothing. Those powers went suppressed and unused for years, the orphan never having any time to himself to try out his magic, let alone even have the nerve to try it out.

He wanted nothing more than to make something of himself, to leave the constantly changing foster homes that never seemed to relinquish their grasp on him. He excelled in school, studying as hard as he could to ensure that he received top marks in all of his classes. It all eventually culminated in landing a full ride scholarship to the University of Maine. He still had to deal with roommates, but it did allow him far more freedom than he had when he was in the foster home.

It was going fine for him for a while, still maintaining his academic excellence, and even getting involved in extracurricular activities, such as fencing and archery. Though one day, in the dead of winter while walking back to his dorms, he came across a rather... disturbing sight. A woman being beaten to death by what he soon discovered to be Guild members. In his rage of seeing the cruel mistreatment of that woman, his powers reawakened, and he took it out on the unassuming Guild members, leaving them badly injured but alive, he took off with the woman. What he did not realize at the time was that the woman was actually a captain of the Dark Shadows.

He soon received an invitation to join them. He thought... why shouldn't he? Because of the Guild's statutes on secrecy, his parents ultimately wound up dead, had magi been more well known and accepted, maybe that tragedy would never have taken place. He's known about countless incidents wherein if a magi had been allowed to assist then lives could have been saved. How many magi who were brave enough to do what they felt was right were punished by the Guild? How long can an organization which relies upon heredity, essentially a monarchy, go uncorrupted by such power? Who is to say that they aren't corrupt now, only continuing this charade of secrecy in order to maintain their power over all magi? They are ultimately judge, jury, and executioner appointed by nothing but whatever blood runs through their veins.

With that in mind, he gladly accepted, finished up his last semester, and transferred to a university in New York ready to begin his proper training with the Dark Shadow. After all, while he may have magic, it's useless if he cannot properly wield it. After that little reawakening of his, he hasn't been able to muster up anything close to the power he used on that day. He is still quite used to suppressing it, rather than using it. He can make lots of pretty lights though, I guess.


Cirka then?
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Maybe they're quick procreaters?


They're poppin' out the childrens every day. He's got like six hundred brothers and six hundred sisters out there.
Joseph Freiheit


"You can try to cage me, but I'll break free and fly far from here."


Name: Joseph Freiheit
Gender Male
Age: 20
Alignment: Dark Shadow
Rank within Organisation: Recruit

Birthmark Shape: A pair of wings, connected together by an intricate spell circle.

Location of Birthmark: from the small of his back, up to his shoulder blades.
Magical Abilities: Light Magic - Using the power of light Joe is able to use it to project beams of concentrated light energy to harm his foes, create barriers to shield his allies, and is even able to heal their wounds... and... well... less impressively use it to light up a room. So he's also a candle, congratulations!

Place of Birth: Ogunquit, Maine
Currently Residing: New York City, New York
Personality: Shy and timid, he doesn't open up to others easily due to always having to keep himself at a safe distance from others, lest they find out about his birthmark or his powers. Though, to those who are able to break through his walls and befriend him, he will be fiercely loyal to them. He offers others kindness as much as he can, and is willing to put himself on the line to help others. He also possesses a powerful sense of justice, once he sees something wrong, he can't help but get worked up over it.
History/Bio: Joe has had... a rather unfortunate upbringing. His parents were killed in a house fire when he was only eight years old after the townsfolk had figured out his secret. It had been an innocent, and deadly mistake on his part. He had gone swimming with other kids his age, and of course, a tattoo, especially one so intricate, on an eight year child is quite a strange sight to behold. The word of his strange "tattoo" was spread around town quickly, almost like wildfire, the townspeople, highly superstitious, believed it to be a mark from the devil. With that in mind, in the dead of night, the townspeople blocked off the doors and windows on the first floor of the house and set it ablaze.

While his parents died in the fire, Joe had miraculously survived the fire. He was found the next morning by a couple of backpackers in the Baxter Woods near Portland, forty miles away from where the fire had happened with little to no explanation. However, for the life of him, he cannot recall the night of the fire, nor how he possibly ended up in the woods, it may always remain a mystery to him. Though, fearing what would happen if they were to transport him back there, he lied about not knowing who his parents were or even where he was from. From then on he was passed from foster home to foster home, living in constant fear that those around him may one day find out what he truly was and receive the same... "warm" welcome as the townspeople in his hometown gave him and his parents.

His only saving grace was that his parents had taught him how to properly suppress his powers before their passing. To the world around him, he was a regular human, no special powers, no outbursts, nothing. Those powers went suppressed and unused for years, the orphan never having any time to himself to try out his magic, let alone even have the nerve to try it out.

He wanted nothing more than to make something of himself, to leave the constantly changing foster homes that never seemed to relinquish their grasp on him. He excelled in school, studying as hard as he could to ensure that he received top marks in all of his classes. It all eventually culminated in landing a full ride scholarship to the University of Maine. He still had to deal with roommates, but it did allow him far more freedom than he had when he was in the foster home.

It was going fine for him for a while, still maintaining his academic excellence, and even getting involved in extracurricular activities, such as fencing and archery. Though one day, in the dead of winter while walking back to his dorms, he came across a rather... disturbing sight. A woman being beaten to death by what he soon discovered to be Guild members. In his rage of seeing the cruel mistreatment of that woman, his powers reawakened, and he took it out on the unassuming Guild members, leaving them badly injured but alive, he took off with the woman. What he did not realize at the time was that the woman was actually a captain of the Dark Shadows.

He soon received an invitation to join them. He thought... why shouldn't he? Because of the Guild's statutes on secrecy, his parents ultimately wound up dead, had magi been more well known and accepted, maybe that tragedy would never have taken place. He's known about countless incidents wherein if a magi had been allowed to assist then lives could have been saved. How many magi who were brave enough to do what they felt was right were punished by the Guild? How long can an organization which relies upon heredity, essentially a monarchy, go uncorrupted by such power? Who is to say that they aren't corrupt now, only continuing this charade of secrecy in order to maintain their power over all magi? They are ultimately judge, jury, and executioner appointed by nothing but whatever blood runs through their veins.

With that in mind, he gladly accepted, finished up his last semester, and transferred to a university in New York ready to begin his proper training with the Dark Shadow. After all, while he may have magic, it's useless if he cannot properly wield it. After that little reawakening of his, he hasn't been able to muster up anything close to the power he used on that day. He is still quite used to suppressing it, rather than using it. He can make lots of pretty lights though, I guess.


Oh, we're restarting?
@lozi

We're restarting soon.
Guessing a brand new thread?
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