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[b]Name[/b]: [indent]Coal[/indent]
[b]Original Name[/b]: [indent]Currently Unknown[/indent]
[b]Age[/b]: [indent]17[/indent]
[b]Gender[/b]: [indent]Male[/indent]
[b]Species[/b]: 
[indent]Human[/indent]
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[indent]While Coal may not have rippling abs, or a huge and muscular physique. He still shouldn't be underestimated. Within that lithe, and tall body, is magic. Swirling, ebbing, and flowing. But he'd still rather remain under the radar. Trying to fit into any crowd while adorned in black (like most modern Witches). Black jacket, black jeans, black shoes. Long gone are the days of comfortable, bright shirts, and shorts. His choice of clothes is due to a mixture of feeling self-conscious, and not wanting to be sniffed out by rouge hunters who want his head on a spike.[/indent]
[b]Personality[/b]:
[indent]Coal is that quite, shy, weird kid who sits at the back of the class. Incredibly shy, Coal prefers to stay away and wait for people to come to him rather than the other way around. Though underneath all that awkward shyness lies a good person wanting to make the world a better place. Coal always tries to avoid killing, harming, or fights. Out of kindness and self-preservation. And wanting to be that nice guy, he bottles up negative emotions and tries to always keep a cool head. However, if and when he does get mad, all that bottled up emotion bursts out in a fit of rage which leaves him exhausted and full of regret. Luckily, that's unlikely to happen near people he's comfortable with. Speaking of people he's comfortable with, if Coal feels safe and feels free from judgement, he can become very relaxed instead of uptight and nervous, and switch from his shy self to this talkative and fun guy. And he adores those moments that are sadly far and so little in between. Mostly because he is a nervous wreck. Riddled with fears like the fear of loosing, getting harmed, heights, and more, Coal will be less likely to take risks and would rather plan things out. But in a moment of desperation, he's always willing to take a deep breath and take a risk.[/indent]
[b]Background[/b]: 
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[indent] Long, long ago, in a place far, far away. Near the Middle East to be exact, a little over 300 years ago. There lived two families. One of Hunters, and the other of Casters. The two were joined by marriage, and lived merry. The Hunters usually took-care of troublesome demons on the side, and the Sorcerers and Witches helping along. All was well. No trouble arose and the two were peaceful. But good things must come to an end. One day, a Witch went rouge. Jamila Norooz(No-Ruse), a powerful witch seduced by demons, who made a pact with them. Vowed to spill innocent blood in exchange for power and a demon army of her own. She went on a killing spree, and targeted her own kin. Many died at the hands of the witch, and tension between the two families grew. Many escaped and fled to neighboring countries, while those who stayed and tried to stop Jamila were killed off. However, Jamila mysteriously disappeared before the deal was completed. No one is sure what happened to her. The Hunter side of the family believed God himself came down and casted the Witch back to hell, and soon adopted the idea that Witches must follow the same fate. Thus a small rouge hunter group formed that vowed to end the life of the Witch side of the family. The other hunters tried to stop them, but soon enough, all who believed in needing to "cleanse" the world of the Casters were long gone and already hunting. The Caster side didn't get much time to come up with an explanation of their own,  as violent hunters were already hunting them down. The Casters, what little was left, fled in the opposite direction.
The years passed and both families grew. The Casters fading into obscurity, and the Hunters lurking in the shadows. Both constantly at each others throats as the modern world moved on oblivious to them. Until two lonely lovers chanced upon each other. Hossien(Hoe-Sane), a Hunter without the blood-lust or gall to murder an innocent Witch, and Sahar, a Witch with faith that the Hunters could change. Love blossomed between them and they both ran away, changing their names, fleeing their homes and putting all the troubles behind them as they moved to the West. Where they settled down and gave birth to a child. Coal.
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Coal's life was a troubled one to say the least. His parents marriage sadly wasn't meant to last. Sahar left without a tarce, and Hossien became an angry alcoholic. With the mix of being sour after the break-up, and having to take care of a child, Hossien became very violent towards Witches again. Even to the point of disliking his own son for being birthed by one. And ever since Coal could walk, Hossien made it his own personal goal to shape his son into a witch-hating killing machine. But that dream never came true. Coal wouldn't ever listen to his father's biased rants. And even if he did, Coal wasn't fit to be an assassin. He grew up thin, and physically weak, and [i]nice[/i]. Hossien despised that, outwardly expressing his disapproval of Coal being so "tame" and "effeminate". Causing Coal to grow up disliking himself, and lacking certain confidence.
And as Coal grew, nothing changed, and Hossien finally gave up. He cursed all the times he wasted trying to train Coal to aim, or try to teach him how to throw a strong punch. He now became this stranger to Coal who had to reluctantly feed and clothe him. A part of it was Hossien felt as if it was his "duty" as a man to take care of the child, but deep down, Hossien just secretly feared Coal. He wasn't well learnt on how magic works exactly, and he didn't know what Coal could do. So in the hopes of keeping Coal from trying anything, Hossien became cold towards Coal, trying to intimidate him. And for the most part, it worked. But not well enough. Behind the veils of the fake smiles, and the "I'm Fine"s, Coal was ripping apart every piece of knowledge he could find on magic. From Wicca books, to websites online. He was secretly training himself in whatever he could. Exploring, learning, and having fun with the powers he was blessed with. He was happy.
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Happy as he may have been, hiding in his room with candles and chalk. There was an outside world he had to venture out to, and that wasn't always exactly pleasant. He was usually so quite, never making a peep, and thus never making a lot of friends. He kept up with his school work and managed to be a A/B student, while watching the world go by without noticing him. But some did notice, and were quite freaked out. Rumours of him being a cultist circulated, existing rumours got twisted and worse, and some people thought toying with him would be fun. He'd mostly ignore them as they swat his ear, or spilled his books, learning to keep quite and duck under cover as soon as someone even looked at him. He regularly thought of cursing everyone there and forcing them quite, becoming their God. However, he never had the gall to even make someone trip. Practising magic in secret was burning him up inside enough without even using it outside of school. Years of trying to battle your conditioning and bias against yourself can do that.
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The digital clock in Coal's room beeped once, flashing the number "00:00". Coal stirred under his sheets and feel asleep again, drifting deeper into his own trippy dreamland. It was utterly quite. Nothing stirred, nothing moved. Everything was asleep.
[i]Thump, Thump, Thump.[/i]
The sound of the heavy footfalls from Coal's father boomed and bashed against the empty, and carpeted corridor. Coal woke and raised his drowsy head, "Dad?" he asked faintly, his soft and slightly flamboyant voice barely making a peep, as he peered into the darkness. The foot-steps grew louder, and louder. More accompanied it, along with angry whispers outside his door. He didn't need clairvoyance to know something was wrong. "Hossien?", his voice grew in urgency as he got up from the tangle of thick sheets, sitting up straight, and wide-eyed with worry, as he let out an embarrassingly loud yelp when his door banged open. Hossien stood there, eyes burning with fury, and flanked by two other men. "What is this? What's going on?", Coal froze mid-action of getting up. He saw the glint of an arrow being aimed at him as his father huffed in annoyance.
"Did you think you could hide this forever?", Hossien thrusted out a piece of paper. Poorly made sketches of sigils and runes were drawn on it, and the mere sight of it seemed to tick him off.

"I don't know what you're-"

"Answer me!", Hossien's voice seemed to shake the room, the two men by his side raised what seemed like crossbows.

Coal let out a weak whimper as he tried to command his shaky voice to remain even, "L-look, I can explain. I was just-"

"Practising magic, and under my own roof! You're just like your whore mother, I should've killed you when I had the chance."

"Silence!", the three of them practically jumped back, Coal even scaring himself with how loud he was. Hyped up and not wanting this short boost of confidence to go to waste, he continued. "Just stop it, don't even think about coming near me with those [i]things[/i]. Or, or." Coal raised his hand in warning, to which his father reacted the same to as if he just held out a live bomb. Which wasn't much reaction at all. He was determined to remain calm and intimidating, and continued with his cool, steely tone, "I'm giving you one last chance here, drop your hand or I'll-"

[i]Shut Up![/i]

No later than the second he thought it, his father immediately went dead quite. The veins on his neck became pitch black as he frantically clawed at his neck. Coal let go out of shock, hands clasped in disbelief, taking a step back as his father slowly got up.

"Oh no, please, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"I knew it."

Something rolled towards Coal's feet. It was small, it beeped once. And-

[i]BOOM![/i]

A ball of fire blew a chunk out of the house, fire engulfed and burnt the edges while debris blasted off in all directions. Coal watched silently from off in the distance. Wrapping his own arms around his thin body for warmth, while he stared at what used to be his room. [i]They tried to kill me. HE tried to kill me[/i], he thought to himself. He couldn't see his father from outside. The heat from the split-second blast still radiated off his skin. [i]Maybe he died too[/i], he tip-toed across the cold ground bare-footed, [i]Yah right[/i]. His sapphire blue eyes moistened and watered, his tangled mess of wavy black hair sweeping across his face.  He'd consider himself lucky, being able to manage a teleportation spell when that close to death. His limbs felt weak. His head spinning. He just wanted to rest.

"[i]Maybe I'm better off dead[/i]"

And without a word, he vanished.
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[b]Current Life[/b]: [indent]Escaping his old home, just like his parents long ago, Coal ran in whatever direction. He didn't have close friends or family he could turn to. So he just, [i]ran[/i]. Relying on what magic he learned to survive. He found it much more difficult to hide and steal in a bustling large city, so he retreated to a nearby dense forest where he lived his days. Usually spending his time either practising what he knew, or finding some free wifi to stream some films while he enjoyed his stolen bagel. Having to live secluded from people was easy for him, his lonely childhood allowed him to be less bothered by being alone and found talking to the nice old lady at the counter human interaction enough. The thought of joining a coven crossed him from time to time, but he found it difficult finding one that wasn't either involved in Dark Magic or a group of teens playing pretend with herbs. But the Wells & Raick Private Investigations has peaked his interest and is debating whether or not he should join.[/indent]
[b]Schools of Study[/b]: [indent]Arcanology (Main Focus), Ritualology, Demonology, Alchemy, and Morphology. (Self identifies as a Witch)[/indent]
[b]Specialization[/b]: [indent][i]Control Spells[/i](Voodoo, Elemental Control, etc.), [i]Utilizing Magic Energy[/i](Magic bolts, beams, traps, etc.), [i]Summoning[/i] (Weather effects, plagues, flies, etc.), and [i]Altering Reality[/i](Levitation, teleportation, invisibility, etc.)[/indent]
[b]Spells[/b]:

Elemental Control
[indent]A good Witch knows more than just a fireball and ice shard. The manipulation of the four elements (Fire, Water, Earth, and Air) comes easy to Coal. Note, this is only manipulation. Coal can not create any of the four elements. They must be drawn from a source.[/indent]
Divination
[indent]The stereotype of a Witch having a crystal ball is true with Coal. Just minus the crystal ball. With Divination, Coal can guess the most likely outcome of a situation, location of an object, see into the past and future, and into people's minds.[/indent]
Telekinesis
[indent][i]Swish and Flick[/i]. However, telekinesis can do more than lift a feather. It has enough punch to it to throw a fully grown man back, levitate and manipulate objects great distances, and with enough concentration and force, make someone fly. Though this is a quick mana burner.[/indent]
Teleportation
[indent]Self-explanatory. Coal can travel vast distances in an instant. Though this power has limits. Poorly defined limits. It usually relies on how much mana and concentration the caster can muster up.[/indent]
Voodoo
[indent] Voodoo is more than just poking a doll with a needle. Coal can use himself as a voodoo doll and face no damage himself, control limbs on a target or sometimes the target's whole body (alive or dead) for a brief amount of time.[/indent]
Soul Traveller
[indent]Will your soul out of your body and roam free of constraints. Upon leaving the body, Coal will loose total control over his physical body, but gain a new "ghost" body. This ghost body acts like a ghost. Travel through walls, into people's dreams, tamper with small physical objects, and travel vast distances. Fly too far however, and risk never being able to get back in your body ever again. Wards can limit where Coal can go if it's powerful enough.[/indent]
Health Manipulation
[indent] Witches can heal, but then again, there's no fun in that. With health manipulation, Coal can, well, manipulate a target's health. Heal flesh wounds, or poison them. Health Manipulation can even raise the dead, but not permanently. Using this power too much can affect the health of Coal. Causing patches of skin to randomly age, get afflicted with an illness, or any other dangers to his health.[/indent]
Eldritch Energy
[indent]Create pure mana and use it however you like. From beams, to bolts, or even ticking time-bombs. They even can be used to create Light-Constructs.[/indent]
Conjuration
[indent]It can be a drag to have to carry around talismans and vials everywhere you go for a ritual. But with a few clever words, Coal can summon ready made ingredients for rituals on the go. However, this power comes with a limit. There is a limited supply of these, and to "re-fill" it, Coal needs to prepare and individually store the ingredients for future use.[/indent]
Beast Within
[indent]Where would a morphologist be without his morphs? Coal can quickly shape-shift his body into small animals, usually a black cat, but his powers can turn into anything from a bird to a lion. Obviously, larger morphs take more out of him so turning into a T-rex won't be a common sight, and the transformation lasts only a brief time. Affective for a quick distraction to escape. This power can also be used to affect foes.[/indent]
[b]Abilities[/b]:

Multilingual
[indent]Being surrounded with so many cultures, and diverse magicks, casters tend to pick up some languages. Coal is fluent in magic languages like Enochian and Latin, and can also speak English, French, Arabic, and Persian.[/indent]
Innocent
[indent]Coal may seem weak, and harmless. But that comes at an advantage. Make the opponent feel as if you aren't a threat, and you could easily sneak up on them or bargain your way out of danger[/indent]
Slight of Hand
[indent]Years of stealing (and middle school magic shows) gave Coal nimble, quick fingers. Helpful for quick drawing, or pickpocketing a shiny metal.[/indent]
Now you see me...
[indent]Coal learned to be quite and passive at a young age. Making it much easier for me to just stay quite and sneak around out of view.[/indent]
Student
[indent]Coal, after a while of studying magic, is naturally curious, and an adept learner. He can quickly pick up new concepts and spells.[/indent]
Prepared
[indent]Needing to always be on his toes, and ready to scrap a spell as soon as he heard someone walking up the stares. Coal learned to be able to quickly prepare and arrange. This ranging from preparing ritual circles, to organizing a spice rack.[/indent]
Green Thumb
[indent]Working with herbs has always been a necessity for the modern witch. Being able to distinguish and locate herbs, know the effects of them, and for what spells they could be used for. This knowledge can be used in making magic, or just finding a nice spice to go with his home-cooked meals[/indent]
[b]Equipment[/b]:

Ritual Dagger
[indent]Handy for a blood sacrifice, or suspenseful close-quartered combat. This enchanted blade never dulls, can cut through steel, and helps increase the power of a ritual. However, when used to fight, it can get dangerous if used by someone with little training in knife combat. Someone like coal. The knife can be summoned at any time by Coal. [/indent]
Book of Shadows
[indent]Handy little spell book with never ending pages, filled out with spells and incantations. And there is always more room to write down more spells. The book can be summoned at any time by Coal.[/indent]
Undetectable Extension Charmed Bag
[indent]Now have the Tardis in bag form. This never ending bag can fit anything into it as long as whatever you're fitting in can fit through the recess. Plunge your hand in and pull out anything you put in with only stating what it is you want.[/indent]

[b]Familiar[/b]:

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[indent]True, Coal can easily survive being alone for long periods of time. It can get lonely at times and it helps to have a familiar around to talk to. After successfully summoning and making a pact with a cat-demon, Coal had a new friend nicknamed Cerberus (according to the demon, his true name is impossible to pronounce by mere humans, and so, a nickname was made). Cerberus can teleport anywhere, anytime. Become intangible, communicate telepathically with consenting or weak-minded targets. And finally disguise his extra eyes and heads and walk among mortals without giving them a heart attack.[/indent]
[b]Other[/b]:

[indent] Coal isn't his real name. After fleeing his father, he decided he wanted to try to forgot his past completely and so named himself after a stray cat he found and took in in his younger years.[/indent]
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