Carolina City, 2013. It's a smaller city many don't know about and it's never really played a big part in history. The population is modest, and there isn't much of a tourist draw either. Many moved here for business and hotel-casinos opened up in the heart of the city to build on revenue from foreign business representatives and the like. The true appeal of Carolina City are the neighborhoods around it. The blue-collar workers of the metropolis and her citizens. populate these neighborhoods and run most of the smaller places of business on the edges of the city.
In the north-eastern neighborhood of Carolina City, Elkton, lives a man named Nathanial Cross. Nathanial's story is long and sad. He was born back in the early 1900s, to a dying mother and no father. An orphan in his time worked the streets, but Nathanial was no thief. He was kidnapped at a young age by an old woman who turned out to be a witch. She was to sacrifice Nathanial to make herself young again but her magic fizzled out before the spell could complete and Nathanial escaped, bearing a new power. The rest of his childhood was exploring the limits of magic. He created spells and all sorts of abilities for himself to make things a little easier. He was pulled from his new-found comfort to fight in the Great War. IN the war, he met a field medic from England and they fell in love. After the war, he got on the first ship to her homeland. He never made it. The ship he was on sank and in a mad attempt to save himself, he created a spell in his panic and drew life from all of the survivors around him. At first it seemed his spell had failed, but he woke up thirty years later in the form of a small boy. The same age as when he was originally kidnapped.
In this life, he focused on learning all he could about magic. And once he became an adult, he started a business with some friends. He fell in love with one of these friends and they were happy together. So happy, Nathanial told her everything about him. She accepted him openly and they planned to marry in France. The plane they were taking met it's end above the ocean, and in his final moments with the woman he loved, she asked he do whatever he could to survive. And without prompting the spell, she passed away in his arms as well as the possible survivors around him, and he felt darkness once again.
Awaking once more in the body of a child, Nathanial decided he would isolate himself and focus on trying to rid himself of his magic, as well as protect other humans from it. In his time, he had noticed humans given magic often lose control of it and become monsters or die altogether. In Elkton, he owns a small office where he runs Cross Investigations. He helps out people as well as keep tabs on and research different occurrences of magical misuse in his city. He lives in a large older Victorian house that looks like it could use some work, at the end of a cul-de-sac. It was on a foggy, crisp Tuesday morning he decided he would take action on his most recent lead.
The tall, smartly dressed man stepped from the porch of his old home, the door silently closing behind him and a great big black dog that trotted along next to him. The dog huffed and panted large white clouds next to his master, who paused to pat the dog's head.
"Now, now Almond my dearest friend, this I must do alone. I can't have you kicking the bucket before we even get there," Nathanial said adjusting his duster to brace against the chill air. The large black hound managed a low bark of disapproval but returned to the house, probably going to lie in his place next to the stairs. Nathanial smiled cheerily and turned back toward the city. Stepping out of his yard and closing the gate, Nathanial headed for the railroad tracks not more than a half-mile away.
He followed the tracks to a rail-yard, at which point he drew a small handgun and entered the yard.
A low-earthen chuckled echoed through the yard.
"The cat has finally come to play! I know all about you sorcerer!" The voice bellowed out. Nathanial looked directly at the source of the voice. Or where it seemed to have come from. A train car out in the open.
"I'm afraid that you are misinformed, monster. I am not sorcerer! I am just a detective, coming to capture a very sick man. Now, tell me where the children are! Should be four in total!" Nathanial called out, his voice firm and unwavering. The man he was after was a regular Bruce Banner of men. Small frame, glasses, works at a science lab. Nathanial didn't foresee any trouble from this man.
"And I am afraid the children are no longer with us! Ha ha!" The laughter shook the train yard and Nathanial took another step forward. "Bad detective! Let's see how misinformed I was!" The train car's side crumbled outward in the shape of a fist the size of a microwave. Then other dint appeared, the steel splitting down the middle. A malicious yellow eye peered through the crack followed by massive, pasty white fingers which tore the car in half. One half was thrown at the sorcerer who unloaded six shots under the mass of metal into the behemoth of what used to be a man. He slid under the twisted steel and pulled a large chunk of emerald from his pocket, flicking his wrist slightly as he did so. The jewel extended into a long green blade which Nathanial held over himself as the second half crashed over him. "I knew it! You are just like me!" The monstrosity declared moments before a bullet sank into his throat. He choked on the bullet for several seconds before spitting it, and a gob of blood, onto the ground. "You tiny bastard!" He yelled charging Nathanial's form.
"You're one to talk, professor," Nathanial jumped and slapped a painted talisman on the giant's back. He was swat from the air and crashed to the ground hard. He was pretty sure his ribs broke, at least on one side. The giant turned on him and looked about ready to smash the broken body even further when a burning sensation filled it's body. He yelled and grabbed a hold of another train car, throwing it aimlessly at a tanker car which naturally exploded. Nathanial felt his body groan in pain, but he sat up and began to work magic to heal himself. He hated he had to do it, but it was necessary from time to time.
The giant, now shrinking back into a normal man, was passed out. A scar on his neck was tiny compared to the original wound but seemed to have healed all the same. Nathanial sighed heavily, tired from the magical fight. He re-transmuted his sword back into it's stone shape and holstered his pistol. Then set about writing a small note to the authorities of who the man was, as the kidnapper at least. Nathanial made sure the man was tied up well and left the scene as police sirens grew louder and louder. Nathanial disappear with the waning morning mists.
It was about 10 A.M. now as Nathanial began to walk through the park near his home. Almond had approached him from the shadows, sniffing him and making sure he was okay. Nathanial stroked the hellhound's head and smiled. A walk in the park seemed nice, especially at this time in the morning. It was very unlikely anyone would approach him, a six-foot tall pale man with short black hair, wearing dress pants, a white long-sleeve shirt with a black vest under a large duster, with a dog that size next to him. But... As Nathanial should already know by now, things unlikely seem to happen a lot to him.