Maggie Spencer-Adeyemi

April 14th 1999

Female

Gay

Undergraduate Student in Natural Sciences at University College London | Part-timer at a cafe/plant nursery 'Windowbox' in Brixton

Dressed with a quiet grace and unassuming presence, Maggie is never eager to take up too much space, instead taking to blending into the background like a classic wallflower. Small in a way that leaves no doubt she was a scrawny child, Maggie stands at a height of 5'3 with size 4 feet and gangly arms that seem just a little too long for the rest of her body.

She's slim, an exhibit of thin arms and legs, but owns two hands rough with calluses, and a line-straight head-high posture born less of self-confidence and more of strict instillment. Her hair is thick and curly and usually worn down, save for when she's working or revising, in which case she ties it back.

Clothing-wise Maggie has always preferred a quiet and smart outfit, enjoying neutral colours and geometric patterns. Her most frequent choice of outfit is a simple blouse and skirt pairing, though like any other student Maggie also owns a selection of skinny jeans, loose shirts and hoodies, most of which are worn at work. Near all of her outfits are matched with any pair of worn converse she hoards, or a fancy pair of ankle boots.

Down the back of her left calve runs a long scar, nearly indistinguishable from her brown skin, but noticeable to an observant eye. Born in Surrey to a fairly upper middle-class family, Maggie speaks with a distinctly 'posh' accent.

Remarked upon by almost anyone who knows her as a quiet and intelligent girl, Maggie has never been 'a mystery' or 'an enigma'. Instead she's always been like a 'constant', as if an unmovable object in an ever changing scene that slowly fades into the background until it is just an accepted aspect of the background, not striking or unconventional, and just 'there'. Because of this it wouldn't be unfair to call Maggie insipid or, at worst, bland. What's more, Maggie herself embraces her lack of distinction, having always enjoyed her privacy and holds a fondness for a quiet place to breathe. By no means is Maggie a true introvert, but she is a lover for a clear mind, something she most often finds in the single seat tucked away in the corner, and the 5am walks along Southbank.

Despite her regularly self-imposed isolation from most of society, Maggie is always nothing less than cordial when meeting new people, and expresses a friendly fondness for those few she would call friends, and a sincere devotion to those she considers closest to her. Bright and observant, Maggie is endlessly curious and a brilliant listener, and if you found yourself detailing your life story to her you wouldn't help but feel that Maggie held a genuine fascination for your words.

Maggie is however much less willing to divulge too much of her own story, and perhaps you might theorize that her eagerness to listen was due to an inability to share, or to open up that quietly guarded disposition and reveal any number of secrets that would fade away part of the uplifted chin and quick graceful walk.

✔Gardening

✔Long walks early in the morning

✔Strong coffee with no milk or sugar

✔Cult film screenings at the Prince Charles cinema

✔New Stationary

✔Patient people

✔Browsing the book market underneath Waterloo Bridge

✔Music with no lyrics

✘Very large crowds

✘Liars and cheaters

✘Waiting for a bus in the rain

✘Medicine

✘When time passes too quickly

Born into the world quietly and quickly early on a Wednesday morning, Maggie was named so for her Mothers Grandmother and for the exclamation that she was 'precious as a pearl'. The latest of a long line of Witches whose magic was isolated to the women, Maggie belonged to the Adeyemi family, a strong and accomplished clan descended from the Vodon Priests of Benin, immigrated to London during the Windrush years. Born to Phillip Spencer, a human Property Developer, and Evelyn Adeyemi, a Witch renowned amongst her kind, Maggie was raised in a comfortable and affluent household and demonstrated her first sparks magic at a young age.

Her Mother, Evelyn, an alumni of the Brithonic Coven and a pragmatic statue of a woman, was keen to fashion her only child into a Witch of the Age, a talented and powerful individual of authority who would command respect and carry the Adeyemi name with honor. Unfortunately, in contrast to her Mothers ease of skill and confidence, Maggies abilities came slower and her manner shyer. Despite this, Evelyn would not be deterred and, when her marriage ended in divorce and Evelyn granted primary custody of her child, she took every opportunity to educate her child. For years, whilst her magic grew quietly at it's own pace, Maggie was participant to endless lessons, lectures and demonstrations under the watchful eye of her Mother, learning the back to front of magical theory and history. The constant magical environment eventually showed its benefits, as at the age of 14, Maggie finally came fully into her magic and surprised many by revealing her magic to correspond more to Elemental Magic, a rarity in her family. As her Mother specialized in Necromancy and could provide little basis for an education on Elemental Magic, Evelyn allowed Maggie her space to grow and learn on her own, setting the girl to private study. Through this Maggie attained an appreciation for isolation and developed into the quiet studious woman she is today.

Leaving School with good marks, Maggie divulged her plan to move to London and attend University there, arguing that the freedom would allow her the proper space and time to properly learn all the intricacies of her magic and figure out just what it was she could bring to the family, as well as the world. Evelyn, who by this point was swamped with Necromantic contracts from all over the world, agreed to letting Maggie leave home, on the condition that her Daughter assimilate herself into the Brithonic Coven, so she would be kept safe living in the city. Keeping her promise, upon arriving in London Maggie sent word to the coven of her arrival and was welcomed, largely upon acknowledgement of her family name. Although the wealth of knowledge and history suddenly available at her fingertips as part of the Brithonic Coven was enticing, Maggie disliked the tighter community and strict rules, and dislikes frequenting the coven too much. Instead, she found herself wandering online more and more often, scouring the resources of the Circle of Sorcery and wondering if maybe, just maybe one day she could be brave enough and follow her curiosity.

-Evelyn Adeyemi: Mother to Maggie and assuming Matriarch of the Adeyemi clan, Evelyn is renowned for her magic skill among her kind and is an accomplished Necromancer who is contracted all over the world. An example of her great talent lies in her companion, the reanimated and rejuvenated corpse of Ada Lovelace, the soul of which Evelyn summoned back to the Plain of the Living to assist her with her taxes, and has accompanied her ever since. A tall and striking woman of seemingly limitless confidence, Evelyn expects her Daughter to live up to the Adeyemi name.

-Phillip Spencer: Father to Maggie and Founder of a highly successful property development company, Phillip is a fairly quiet man who is hard to surprise. A regular human who became aware of the existence of The Other through his ex-Wife Evelyn, Phillip prefers to almost ignore most things supernatural, and has little to no idea of how to treat his Daughter and her magic. Nonetheless he loves Maggie dearly, and pays the rent of Maggies flat in Faraday Heights.

26B Faraday Heights

Though Maggies magic is Elemental it's strictly centered in Ecology, and shows itself largely through her talent with gardening and growing plants. Because of this empathy Maggie has many plants throughout her flat and several of them have grown so strong due to her presence that they've begun rooting into the floor and extending vines across the ceilings. Despite the fact that the plants in 26B flourish and quiver with her mood, Maggie has no real control over her plants, currently lacking the power and discipline.

Because her Father knows her preference for isolation and pays for her entire rent, Maggie is the lone resident of 26B. This is convenient not only for Maggies comfort but also for space, one of the two spare bedrooms having been converted half-intentionally into a plant room. The other spare room is empty, having leased the flat unfurnished, and Maggie doesn't use it for much save storing a few boxes and the occasional attempt at halfhearted meditation on her Mothers advice. The lack of flatmates makes it easier for Maggies erratic sleep schedule, due to having insomnia, so she's had many an easy time at 3 in the morning making toast or wandering aimlessly around her flat.

Andrew Kayden Mordekai

May 1, 1998 (21)

Male

Homosexual

Barista at a local coffee shop, though that’ll most likely fall apart any day now. Head of an Other activist group in the area.

Andrew wields a kind of charm found in those who teeter at the edge of order. His mischievous crystalline eyes and lithe, angular form exude an aura of dissent, as if he himself just didn’t blend with the surrounding reality. Andrew is always looking for a battle to fight, a cause to champion, and it shows in his dress. He gravitates towards sleeveless tops and jackets, to show off the runic tattoos that spiral down both of his arms, ending in runed circles on his palms. Before the Others were revealed, he’d always say they translated to “Untethered Fate” or some other overly flowery bullshit. Now they’re simply runic arrays for gathering energy in magical workings, usually Fire magic.

His jeans tend to have worn spots at the knees (and you know the jokes he gets with that) due to his kneeling at altars for workings. Or painting. Or doing work for whatever job he has that week. Andrew is simply a very active man. That shows in his muscular definition as well, as he is quite fit.

Andrew’s voice is what makes him truly roguish. His English-accented baritone is just deep enough to make your heart drop ever-so-slightly, with a slight softness at the ends of his sentences that grabs you, pulls you in, and makes you listen. He could be called a commander in a civilian’s body, and he wouldn’t correct you if you told him that.

The world will never be good enough for Andrew.

There will always be injustice, danger, and corruption lurking in the dark corners of men’s hearts. He believes that all should be free, that nothing should be held back by the rules of those that perceive themselves as “fit to rule”. Yes, all very Revolutionary, but it’s true. Andrew wants nothing more than Others to be accepted as normal citizens, and for peace, but the constant fuckery of society has kind of left him...jaded. Now it seems like no one can do right. Bosses are either overworking him or treating him like he’s worthless, protesters aren’t aggressive enough or they’re too militant, and nothing goes his way.

So he paves his own goddamn way.

Such a trait makes him somewhat hard to get along with if you’re under any other school of thought than his own. True, this recklessness usually ends in Andrew being some form of deep shit, but the best visionaries die young, right? It’s all about living in the moment and making the best of it. He is seen on the front lines of any cause, and wants to spark others into action. Though Andrew doesn’t seem to get that outbursts of anger, and...well, witchfire, don’t exactly make the situation better.

All of this makes him seem abrasive and uncomfortable, but those under his care attest otherwise. Family, friends, and compatriots all would call him kind and caring. Maybe blinded by his cause, rash, and sometimes dangerous to others...but kind. One has to wonder, however, how long Andrew’s fire can rage before it peters out.

✔Summer
✔Activism
✔Strong coffee
✔Action movies
✔Romance novels (TELL NO ONE)
✔Spicy food
✔Dogs. All of them.

✘Set rules
✘Discrimination
✘Summoning magic
✘Boats
✘Push-overs
✘Staying in one place
✘Fish

Andrew was a young prodigy, skilled in the Craft, and destined for a bright future in Coven life. At least, that’s what his parents believed. Mary Ann and Lucius Mordekai were both venerated members of the Brithonic Coven, and of course expected their young star to join their ranks at the right age. But from childhood into his teenage years, Andrew always had problems with the rules. He’d get in trouble at school frequently, always questioned why he couldn’t show his friends that cool fireball spell, and always challenged anything he was told. Once he was well into his teens, that’s when the real problems arose. Vandalism, fights, and unrest were common issues for Andy. Coven life was most definitely out of the question, and at 18, his parents kicked him out, both ashamed of him and hoping it would jar some sense into him. It did not.

Jobs came and went as he got short with customers and bosses, roommates couldn’t seem to get along with him, and everything was generally short-lived around Andrew. He finally settled with one, at a coffee shop in Edgetoun, as there were others of his kind. Witches and more Others that he could understand and talk to, that weren’t the stuffy Brithonic Witches. It put him at ease, if only slightly, until the outing. Werewolf murderers (of course the media paints them all as bloodthirsty animals) were on the loose and the secret was out. Like clockwork, human purists were right there and ready to fight the Others. All the unrest has Andrew on edge once more, a hairs width from the trigger.

Mary Ann Mordekai | 52 | Mother : Hasn’t spoken to Andrew for a few years, though does occasionally send money under his father’s nose. Damn Diviners, always giving her his addresses.

Lucius Mordekai | 53 | Father : Also hasn’t said anything to Andrew, and most likely won’t until the young man changes his ways. So, basically, never.

Faraday Heights 27B, though who knows if he’ll have the money for it next month

Andrew is skilled in Fire magic due to his explosive personality, giving him plenty of passion and power to draw from. His studies in the Circle of Sorcery are geared towards Alchemy, though he isn’t awfully skilled in this yet. Going against the natural order is hard.