Name: Darnies Magula
Age: 19
Race: Witch
Appearance:
Standing at a slanted 5'8, Darneis has a skinny form that belies his strength.
Personality: Darnies is laid back and sarcastic. His intelligence is hidden behind his snappy comebacks and devil may care attitude. He doesn't show regret or embarrassment, but rather embraces his mistakes and brushes them off. However, he does tend to turn dark or angry at certain topics or affronts, but no one knows what those are.
History: Born to a mother who never told his father she was a witch, his family was her coven because his dad left upon learning her secret. He learned magic from the moment he showed a spark and all of his 'aunts' treated him perfectly well. When he was 11, after much training and preparation, him and his mother set off to find his father after scrying for him. Darnies thought they were going to talk, but his mother was out for the man's blood for abandoning her. "You don't abandon a pregnant witch," She had told him. "It's one of the worst offenses to a witch and her Coven."
In a dingy motel outside of Carson, North Dakota, his father was sitting with a shotgun, years of paranoia from the Coven's curse causing him to always expect the worse and always have a finger on the trigger just in case. His mother blew the door down and entered the room, Darnies right behind. With one twitch, his father had filled his mother's stomach with a scattered shot. Not to be outdone, his mother pulled out her wand- only needed for the strongest of spells and curses- and looked to fire a mirror curse. He'd bleed out the same way she did with the same bullet pattern. She didn't notice that some of the scattered shots had caught Darnies in the leg, shattering his right knee cap and leaving wounds up and down him right arm and leg.
Lying on the ground, Darnies became aware that he was now alone. His coven had been taken out the previous year by a group of Hunters, and his two parents were bleeding out on the floor across from each other. Tears streaming down his face, the young boy dragged himself first to his mom to pick up her wand, and then out of the room and called for an ambulance, a story already forming in his mind to explain the scene.
He couldn't heal his own knee- "Witches can't heal themselves, DarnDarn, that gift is meant to be used on others."- so he had to heal the normal way. Now he walks with a limp and uses a cane. So with no parents and no coven, knowing he couldn't go into a foster home or be adopted without having to restrict his powers, Darnies dropped off the map. 8 years later and he's still traveling on his own. He makes his living through creating runes and talismans for other supernaturals, and playing honest card games and collecting the bounty when he wins.
Special Power: Especially skilled at charming objects.
Other:
- He is very good at fighting, having to always defend himself from hunters.[/*]
- His mother's wand makes up the tip of his cane, and depending on witch latch you press, one of the two releases the wand, while the lower latch releases the hidden blade, and the wand acts as the hilt.[/*]