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@ShwiggityShwah


I suppose it was inevitable. See you around the guild.
I'm in :)
@Cerces22 Lana is telekinetic.

I think you mean Salem? she has electricity
The day began pretty normally for Zeke, he woke up with a bed head and shook the sleep from his eyes before getting out of bed. He was perhaps up only a bit earlier that his usual, today was is first day at a new job and even though it was only temporary it wouldn't do to give a bad impression. To that end he set about getting ready in his small apartment. Having the ability to move things with your mind certainly helped to make most of the mundane things one does in life quick and easy, after a short shower he brushed his teeth as a comb ran itself through his hair, pulled on a shirt as his pants slid themselves up his legs, and threw on a jacket as his scarf wrapped itself around his neck.

Once he was ready the last thing he did was gather up his phone, wallet, keys and then he set out. His commute was easy at least, he just put his hood up in an effort to hide his facial markings and took the subway, no one payed him much mind he was just another person taking the subway in the Big Apple. He arrived at the store a few minutes after six, there he found a few of the other workers waiting for the manager. He joined the small group and introduced himself as the new guy and got a few introductions in return, save for one girl apart from the group who one of the other employees pointed out and said her name was Lana, explaining she wasn't much of a people person. After that it was just small talk to pass the time, him getting the inevitable questions about the 'tattoos' on his face, him answering with the "young and dumb" excuse. At least a few of them said it actually looked nice.

When the manager arrived and opened the store everyone went about their own work while he went with the manager for a quick rundown of what he was suppose to do. After getting oriented he got his uniform and went to the staff room to change. He was working shelves with Lana, assigned the task at least in part because of the mark on his face but the task suited him just fine. As his coworker didn't seem too keen on dealing with people he would stay out of her way. The day carried on and he'd do his job, occasionally using his power to speed things up when he was sure no one was looking, his other half staying remarkably quiet. It was around four that he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, checking it he saw the message from Salem. Even though it was short he got the feeling they weren't being called for something good. Putting his phone away he carried one for the rest of the work day.

-Later-

At the end of his workday Zeke finished with the last of his work and got back into his casual clothes. Heading quickly out the door he realized he actually still had some time before the meeting and, if he remembered correctly the restaurant Salem worked at should still be open. With a rumble from his belly reminding him that he skipped lunch he decided to head that way, not only could he grab something to eat but he could head down to headquarters with her afterwards. With that in mind he flagged down a taxi, intent on heading down to Husker's.
@PureHeroine is it alright if Zeke's working at the same place Lana is?

He hasn't met anyone from DS yet so he wouldn't recognize her and since they're both trying to avoid too many people they wouldn't have much interaction yet. could be interesting later on though maybe.

I dunno if it seems like a dumb question but I thought I should ask
Zeke Deshotel



"Wake up, It's time to die!"


Name: Zeke Deshotel
Gender Male
Age: 36
Alignment: Guild
Rank within Organisation: Member

Birthmark Shape: Zeke's birthmark covers his face. It creates a kind of branching design with it's most prominent features being a pair of stripes running up the sides of his face touching the edges of his eyes and a spiraling webbed shapes on his cheeks.
Location of Birthmark: Face
Magical Abilities: Telekinesis - Zeke is easily capable of many of the more basic abilities of this power. Levitation, manipulating objects, binding things in place are all done with little effort for him. But he's gone much further than that in his practice. He is capable of using telekinetic energy as attacks. sending out waves of force at his opponents, crushing objects and potentially people, even creating areas of heightened pressure to harm those within it. A mere snap of his fingers can create a small projectile of telekinetic energy akin to a bullet.

Zeke has also manage to get his level of control to the point that he can manipulate matter on a molecular level. He can use this to manipulate cells within his own, or another's, body to rapidly heal wounds or inflict them on others. This has also allowed him minor control over some elements and magical energies, however he would never be able to wield them in the same way an elemental mage would and he could never generate them himself, though he could attempt wrest control from a mage or disrupt their abilities.

Place of Birth: Anchorage, AK
Currently Residing: New York
Personality: Every since his mind fractured Zeke has been dealing with a split personality. The one that seems to hold the most control over him is at least kind and incredibly friendly, it never seem to bear any true ill-will upon anyone and very much likes to see any mage become their best, including his opponents. The other side of him, a side that can usually only show itself for brief moments often to interrupt his own speech, is highly aggressive and spiteful toward just about everything. It's proven to be homicidally insane, wanting to slay everything in it's path, but seems to get the most excited when facing off against another powerful mage, likely getting a thrill from the challenge

That said they do hold some similarities, both share the same determination and ferocity. Neither will back down from conflict and would never hesitate to unleash their full capabilities if they need to. And finally, subconsciously or not, both are still at least somewhat driven by the goal of becoming as strong as they could possibly be

History/Bio: Zeke was born to a pair of magical parents, his mother was an illusionist and his father was telekinetic like him. His family had always managed to keep their heads down and, aside from having magic, lived life alot like most nonmagi. His mother was able to use her illusions to hide the birthmark on his face, allowing him a somewhat normal childhood, and his father would teach him how to control his powers.

Eventually as he got older hiding what he was became harder and he couldn't stay behind his mother's illusions forever. It was around the age of nineteen that he decided he should leave home, a decision that was both sad and joyful, as though he was leaving home he delighted at the opportunity to see the world, at the time having a bit of a wanderlust.

The constant travel suited him anyway. With the mark of his magic written across his face staying in one place was a sure way to be discovered, so he would always move place-to-place, getting by on usually small laborious jobs that were made easy by his power and wouldn't involve dealing with too many people. Along the way, since hiding what he was proved difficult he fully embraced it and would always practice and try to make himself stronger.

one of the best things that would help him on that path was, ironically, science. He would try to find work at universities when he could and often sat-in on classes and lectures while he was there as a way of informally furthering his education. The science classes would prove the most beneficial to him, molecular theory, quantum physics, it all helped him gain an understanding of how far he might be able to take his power.

He was capable of so much but always wanted to take it further, always wanted to find what he was ultimately capable of, and find it he did. He thought with everything he could do, if he could manipulate the cells of his body and the matter that made up what was around him, then why not also reality itself?

He found a secluded place in a small town where he could try his experiments, and after making a few attempt he actually found success, He was able to manipulate the very fabric of space and time. It was not this easy however, the strain on his mind proved far too much and almost as soon as he found success his mind fractured with catastrophic effect, resulting in an implosion, followed immediately by an explosion, that laid waste to half the town. When he finally came to he found he wasn't even in the town anymore.

Such a dramatic event of course attracted the attention of the guild and soon some of it's members tracked him down. They had initially thought him a terrorist but when he found out who they were he all but begged them to let him join the guild. He didn't wish that kind on devastation of people and hoped that with the guild he could help prevent it, yet all the while another part of him was speaking in the back of his mind with quite the opposite sentiment.

Now he is a member of the guild, having proven capable and sane enough to carry out his duty as one of the guild. Though his mental instability prevents him from attaining any kind of leadership postion.
Not gonna lie I kinda forgot that this got moved on...sorry 'bout that

also by my count I had the last wolf we were currently up against so I posted as such, please let me know if I'm mistaken so I can fix it
Lothian had been crossbow ready and sword out, ready to support any of his companions that needed it while taking potshots when he could. But it seemed few would need it against this foe, one by one the wolves fell to the party. Keenan, Brennen, Adra and Kean, and the Templar, until finally the only remaining wolf-monster was the one Keenan was currently grappling.

Keenan lost his swords not long after the two met, and soon the melee devolved into something of a fist-on-claw fight. Keenan was growling and snarling in almost a similar fashion to the wolf and throwing hard punches when he could or grab the wolf to keep it from rending him with his claws or catching him with his fangs. The fight really was going nowhere slowly, with neither able to land a solid, debilitating hit simply due to their proximity. At least until Keenan made the mistake of headbutting the creature, his hands were on it's throat holding it's jaws away and arms blocking it's claws so he deciding to use the one unoccupied body part in reach: His head, though as his head was unarmored at the time the blow really did more to him than the wolf and in the moment he was stunned he was knocked to the ground, the wolf ready for a killing blow.

Seeing the scene Lothian starting rushing over, taking his shortsword in a reverse grip and throwing his full weight into a stab. He caught the wolf as it was poised over Keenan, driving the blade into it's skull and using his momentum to carry it away unloading his crossbow into it's right eye at point-blank range as he did. In the short distance of perhaps one-to-two feet he fell on top of the monster's corpse.

Panting as he rose back up, pulling his blade out as he did so, he turned to where Keenan was still on the ground. Keenan was not sitting up and seemed like he was trying to come down now that the last threat was dealt with, he was still breathing heavy in a way that could be described as angry. The elf held out his hand to help him up "are you alright friend?" which Keenan accepted after a sigh to steady his breathing "yes, thank you for that" He gave a short nod to Lothian before looking around for where his swords ended up.

Meanwhile, Lothian started heading back towards the group "I think that is the last of them for now, we might want to move on quickly if we can"
This sounds fun
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