Hedgehawk

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

Feat. Hayden Kersey

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His mother had always told him that being a leader sometimes had tough choices. Life would never give you a good outcome, and you just had to pick the one that sucked the least. It seemed like his first day as leader, that mantra was coming to haunt him big time. Just as he managed to slump down into the old fashioned button cushioned dining chair, an entire posse decided to enter the room, led by the worst person of all: Serena. Serena was the whole reason that he had the word ‘Acting’ in his new job description. Okay, so Lilith could also be a contender technically, but mostly any kind of competition had been between him and Serena. Listening to her declaration, Carlisle wanted to go over the table and strangle her. But that wouldn’t exactly be a good look. So instead he would begin to slow clap, as sarcastically as he could.

”Well done, You made it back in one piece. Congratulations for not getting overdosed on heroin and not ending up in a gutter somewhere. You defied all expectations. Do you want a medal?” Carlisle looked around, seeing Erin as well. It was nice to see the calming aura of the party at least. His eyes darted further across and saw Kolby as well. Well that ruined everything even more. What puzzled him even further was the fact he had some random stranger with him.

”Look what else you dragged with you.” Carlisle said as he looked Kolby up and down. ”And what’s worse is that you bought someone else who I don’t know. Well they must be magical otherwise they won’t make it through the door.”

”Name’s Hayden. I am Kolby’s girlfriend. When he came back to Tanner, I wanted to be with him, so we decided to see if you would let me join the Coven. So that me and Kolby would be happy together.” Hayden interjected with a small, twisted smile. She knew all she needed to about Carlisle to be able to push his buttons just from this little outburst.

”Okay. Well normally, if it helps Kolby in anyway, then fuck no. However, I am supposed to help protect and nurture witches wherever I can. So I suppose you can at least stay in the interim. We will have to get the initiation done at some point.”

Carlisle would leave it at that and then wait for everyone else to arrive. Once he saw everyone he thought he needed to see, he would stand up and clear his throat, indicating that he was ready to talk.

"Thank you for coming so quickly everybody. I know that it was most likely a bit of a shock to suddenly be recalled here so quickly, also with the end of college and what not only just happening. Just as many of us thought we had escaped we get pulled back in again right" Carlisle let out a little chuckle, disguising the fact he had been here all along and glossing over the fact he dropped out of college.

"Still, we all knew that this day would eventually come, and we would be called back to Tanner to see to the coven. None of us expected it to be this fast. But our parents all seemed to want to retire early, and we just have to roll with the cards we have been dealt." A lump began to form on the insides of Carlisle's throat. He had been speaking to people publicly for too long and now his anxiety was starting to take hold and dig its claws into the edges of his mind. If he had ever hoped to become leader he had to dig deep and push through. With a soft cough and a little stuttering of words, Carlisle eventually continued.

"Given the sudden turn around of events, the council did not have time to select a replacement for my mother to lead the coven. So in the interim, they have asked if I would be willing to step in and be interim leader until the council have made their final choice. I know that being a Warlock means that me becoming a leader is a bit… unconventional, and many of you probably expected Serena to be standing here in my place, myself included. I do hope however that this arrangement isn't a problem for anyone?" Carlisle took a moment to gather his words while he let that question hang in the air. He decided to omit the fact that the council had wanted Serena to be in his place right now, and it was only through his mother's insistence that he was here instead.

"Okay, normally we would spend a few days getting to know each other and resettling back into Tanner, but sadly, we have to get to business. As something is going on in Tanner. I am not sure from memory if any of you are Abjurers, if you are, you have probably been feeling the same sensation I have been feeling. For the uninitiated, Tanner is protected by a magical ward that is designed to keep most of the more… feral members of our supernatural family away from Tanner. However, recently, that barrier appears to have been weakened and there appears to have been a breach. I don't know exactly what might have caused it, or what might have come through, but if it is a threat to us, or a threat to Tanner in general, we need to deal with it." Carlisle pulled the chair out from the dining room table and decided to sit down as he continued to speak.

"I appreciate that for some of you, you may need to settle in as you may have only arrived in Tanner. That is perfectly fine. You are more than welcome to stay at your family homes, or move in here to some the bedrooms here. Please take some time aclimiatise if you need to. However, I do intend to go out into the outskirts of Tanner and see if I can find this breach. I could use some people to come with me if they would like to volunteer." This was the moment for Carlisle, if no one did agree to come with him, then he might as well just quit now. To say he was nervous was an understatement.

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Carlisle was naturally a nervous sort. With how big today was, his stomach was knotting around and around. Seeing Victor enter only made that knot tighter. It seemed that he was trying to diffuse the tension by making a joke, but the joke instead only made Carlisle slightly more tense. It only highlighted the awkward position Carlisle was in. He was in charge, but actually ‘in charge’. Carlisle sighed and then lowered his hands onto his lap.

”Just Carlisle will do. And yeah it has been a while. Feels like only yesterday that we were all graduating from high school."

Carlsile had just begun to calm back down, taking a couple of slower breaths to try and tame that curling knot in his stomach. Little did he know it was about to turn into a whirlpool. Lilith had arrived. For a brief few moments, his stomach unknotted. His chest felt a bit warm as that school boy style crush feeling overcame him. Right now it was just what he needed, as terrible as it sounded. It didn't really last long as once his eyes had clocked onto her look, he knew he had done wrong. Well. That wasn't strictly true. It was the fact she addressed Victor and then not him. Then came the awkward bit. The fact she hadn't said anything meant that he must have done something. But what? He couldn't think what possible thing could be. The stress of trying to figure out only caused that stomach knot to get tighter, and as it got tighter Carlisle began to look more and more visibly anxious. Then there was the awkwardness about whether or not he talked first or not.

Lilith decided to interject. Carlisle couldn't tell if she was kind of enjoying watching him visibly suffer. He knew that when crossed, Lilith could be one of the fiercest witches in the Coven. Sadly, Carlisle always seemed to land himself in it more times than he would admit. The ingratiating tone she used to speak to him only confirmed that she was indeed pissed. It was now he was happy that Victor was here. If not, Victor might have walked in to Carlisle being put in a choke hold. Okay. Maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, or maybe it wasn't. Carlisle couldn't decide.

”Of course we can. This shouldn't take long. Then you can have all the time you want with me" Carlisle would go back to sitting in silence for a moment. Aurora would arrive moments later, breaking the silence a bit more. Things were doing okay right now, but then suddenly the doorbell rang. That was strange. Everyone just let themselves in. Carlisle would let out a huff and get up and walk around the table and behind Lilith to reach the door. No one else was going to get up it seemed. What was the point in being Patriarch if you had to do all the work anyway?

Opening the door he would be greeted by a familiar but also unfamiliar figure. He remembered her at Highschool, they graduated together, but she moved to Tanner at some point. Again the exact time eluded him.

”Hello! Catherine…? It is Catherine right? My memory hasn't been all there while we were at College. No need to ring the doorbell, you are with us, just walk on in"

Carlisle would open the door long enough for Catherine to enter, closing the door behind and showing her to one of the seats in the dining room. He would then walk back around and slink into his own chair. Looking at the clock. If he made this meeting last forever, Lilith wouldn't be able to speak to him.

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Hurricane

Miles Connor Price

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"I'm here for a good time, not a long time,"

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Name: Miles Connor Park

_Nicknames:

• Hurricane (from his mother)
• Milo

Gender: Male
Age: 25
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Family: Mary Price, Johnathon Park (estranged father)

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Magic use

Witch or Warlock: Warlock
School: Enchantment

Miles' spells lean more toward manipulating emotions, encouraging his group and seeing himself in a better light but he has a couple of damaging spells behind his belt particularly of the type that fill a headspace and do damage from within.
Key Spells:

• General charming spells- Miles can give others a better view of him or make them predisposed to trust him
• Calming emotions- Miles can make enemies and people more docile- it's effectiveness is more dependent on the targets will in their emotions. eg. leaders of adverse groups are likely to feel slightly less wild them completely docile
• Miles can put thoughts in others head from ideas (he can't make them follow them but he can put them there) to annoying sounds that can inhibit. He can even make dissonant whispers causing some damage in the form of headaches. His favourite is blaring the sound of airhorns in his enemy's heads

Personality:
Miles is an exuberant young man, he is the life of the party and although he doesn't always go seeking to be the centre of attention he often is. He has a natural charisma about him, perhaps it's his charm or maybe his pools of confidence. He is very carefree and just takes life as it comes. Miles' concerns lie mainly in self-satisfaction and enjoyment. He doesn't really think things through before he does any thing. Miles is a big flirt but isn't one to get emotionally attached in general.

Despite often being surrounded by an entourage of 'friends' Miles is rather lonely. He's extremely slow to trust others and is often in 2 minds of whether people actually like him or it's his magic. Because of this, his mother is the only person he truly shares his life with outside of small talk and good times. In his younger years it really didn't bother Miles much but as he's getting to the age a lot of people his age are slowing down in the party scene he's been starting to feel it in the last months.

History/Bio:
Miles was destined for trouble before he was born. The bastard son of Mary Price and Johnathon Park, a British-born Korean historian hailing from a coven in the north of England. Johnathon and Mary met when he was in America for work and building relationships with other covens. In the meantime he had built a particularly 'special' relationship with Mary However, it was short lived as when Mary found she was pregnant and reported so to Johnathon he dropped all contact and fled the country 2 months later. Mary took it all in her stride and tried her best to carry on as a single mum.

From Miles' most formative years it was clear he was going to be a handful. From the time he could drag his chubby little baby body across the floor he was dragging things off shelves and chasing after the family's bulldog. Soon his little legs started taking steps and he made a habit of causing destruction and chaos in the form of household objects and soiled nappies. This led to his mother dubbing him Hurricane, a name he still affectionately responds to til this day.

As Miles grew older he began 'terrorising the town' as his mum put it. He'd ride his bike around flinging half insults (which were honestly more amusing pitiful attempts at insults than cruel half the time), barking back at pets and pulling pranks on his neighbours. Although he never did anything seriously illegal he quickly became known enough for his mother to get forlorn shaken heads and condolences on the headaches he probably caused. Growing up his mother was his Kryptonite- no matter how rowdy he got he was a good son. He was still a ball of mischief about her- good doesn't always mean well-behaved- but they had a very close relationship and he respected her deeply.

When Miles hit his teen years he bulked up and grew into his charming looks and it didn't take long for him to take as much liking to the ladies as they did to him. Miles had a natural way of getting people to like him enough already and when some charm spells from his trained enchantment magic comes in it all came easy. Although his childhood mischief was all but forgotten to the adults of Tanner he once annoyed he was soon chalked up a childhood trickster who grew out of his ways and ended up as a normal teenager. To those more in tune with what those teens got up to, however, it was common knowledge he was a huge part of the party scene. Over Miles' late high school years Miles got really into the drinking and rarely spent a Saturday night alone- leading to his relationship with his hardworking mother to become tense even though he still loved her.

When it came time to graduate Miles wasn't overly keen on studying more but wanted to live the 'college life' so went to a college in Olympia for business. He actually only stayed in college for a year but found himself an executive assistant job after an internship and remained in Olympia for 4 years. Although his executive assistant job paid decently Miles also made a side hustle out of reselling items in questionably ethical fashions and gained another small income from such. Eventually Miles had felt he'd done all he needed to in Olympia he returned to Tanner where he got a administrative job at a local HR company. He finds it such a bore but it pays toward his future house fund and fuels his bad habits. Although he's not as far into the drinking as he once was he still enjoys a good party and a common drink as well as childish pranks.

Catherine

Catherine Rose Hierich

FC: Louisa Rose Allen ("Foxes") ~ Colour: 0DD1ED

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"When who I am and who my past want me to be don't align, what am I to become?"
Broken Crown

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Name: Catherine Rose Hierich

_Nicknames:

• Cathy
• Cat

Gender: Female
Age: 23
Sexual Orientation: Asexual heteroromantic

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Magic use

Witch or Warlock: Witch
Schools: Evocation, Illusion and a little Necromancy

Evocation

Catherine's evocation knowledges manifests almost exclusively in healing magic (likes of both singularly healing and mass healing. The only exception to this is being her ability to create light either as a ball in her hands or to make an item glow like a torch
Key spells

• General healing (she can't heal chrronic medical conditions etc- moreso reverse damage caused in battle/in incidents)
• Aura of Vitality- Catherine can create a short-lived 'aura' around her- granting light healing to those around her
• Light creation

Illusion

Catherine's illusion magic manifests in creating visual and auditory illusions and making herself invisible. She is working on being able to shroud herself and other in illusions to pass off as another but still has a long way to come

Necromancy

Being her father's natural and most excelled ability necromancy is an innate ability in Catherine- and she hates it. Catherine has tried extremely hard to push it away. Even in this attempt it's not unusual for her to hear voices of the dead in her head- particularly in places such as graves and old war sites. In an attempt to hold down her attunement to necromancy she has learnt a couple of spells at the the urging of her mentor.
Key spells

• Life transference- Catherine can weaken herself to give healing to others in her group
• Catherine can speak with the dead, she rarely does so and often tries to ignore those that reach out but occasionally will answer a call or use it for investigative purposes

Personality:
Catherine is generally a quiet and soft spoken women. She's very much a people pleaser and works herself hard for the the clan to prove she's worth keeping around- even if she doesn't have anyone to prove it to. Catherine can be very on-edge, living her life very carefully, calculating every move. Catherine is very patient and cares a lot for the people around her. She notices small things and fine details often overlooked. Although she is introverted she enjoys being around her loved ones

History/Bio:
Joseph Pallow was a powerful necromancy witch- and born into a coven set on subduing the human race, of which he became a strong player. His coven often clashed with the covens such as the one in Tanner, possibly even Tanner itself. Michael, his brother, had joined the Tanner clan in his teen years as he was disowned from his family for his stance against their ideals. It's unknown exactly what happened to Joseph but one day he arrived on his brother's doorstep begging for forgiveness and acceptance into the Tanner coven. Although he was watched closely Joseph was somewhat accepted into the group and years later started a relationship with Melanie Hierich, a human waitress in the town the clan borders. After about a year together Melanie fell pregnant with Catherine. Only a couple of months after Catherine's birth Joseph disappeared. A couple of months later he was seen with his coven feuding with the Tanner clan to be kept from hitting the town. Melanie took their infant daughter and fled to Maine.

Growing up Catherine actually had a relatively normal life and knew none of her magical heritage. Her mother eventually studied and gained a job as a teacher and the pair lived a peaceful life. Occasionally as a kid Catherine would make some odd statement about hearing voices but early on it was put off as general children saying weird things. Catherine wasn't a super popular kid in school but had a decent group of friends. It was when she was 16 the voices got worse, it was the first time she was convinced they weren't her imagination. The voices seem to wail in her ears, some begging for vengeance, some requesting a family member be contacted and some, it seemed, just seemed to straight up annoy her for fun. She tried to ignore them for months, she didn't want to be seen as crazy, until she eventually broke down and told her mother. Melanie reluctantly told Catherine about her heritage and offered to get her in contact with her uncle. Catherine jumped at the chance and Michael convinced the pair of them to move back to Tanner so he can train Catherine in magic.

Catherine completed high school in Tanner and got to know the coven. While some of the older members of the coven were obviously weary of Catherine she was able to find her place among the people and her mother could be reunited with her old friends. Catherine completed a teaching degree, following in her mother's footsteps, so was asked by her uncle to take his place in the coven as he had no one else to pass his torch onto.

Catherine works as a tutor a couple of times a week to allow her more time to help with clan's healing and to train with her uncle. Knowing where she comes from she tends to live a bit fearfully- scared to become like her father.

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Daniel Bruce Cooper

Daniel Bruce Cooper

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FC: Matt Dallas. Colour: 00a651
"My body is a weapon, my mind is a fortress, together they protect what I hold dear."

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Name: Daniel Bruce Cooper
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Witch or Warlock: Warlock
Schools of Magic: Conjuration (5):
Danny can conjure almost any mundane object you could think of. He often carries around a backpack so he can pretend to riffle through it when he conjures an item in public so he doesn’t arouse any suspicions.
He can also teleport short distances, so far only to places within 10 meters and in eye shot.
Lately Daniel has been working on conjuring a shadowy copy of himself that would also fight and he could swap places with. He still needs to work on getting it to fight, it currently can move a bit but that’s all.

Personality: If there’s a word that would describe Daniel, it would be “Driven.” Driven to improve himself, driven to protect those he cares about, and driven to just live his best life. He takes his responsibilities seriously but that doesn’t mean he won’t try to have fun while he’s doing it. He has a strong work ethic, but always makes sure to find a balance between his responsibilities and doing the things he finds fun.

History/Bio: Daniel’s childhood was probably a bit different from most magic users. He was always much more interested in being a strong man rather than focusing on his magic studies. This continued until his early teens, when the weight of his responsibility to protect the town really started to hit him. At that point he started taking magic more seriously, while still keeping up his belief that physical strength was just as important as magical strength.

Dan’s interest in the human body naturally lead him to wanting to study it more, but as he was getting ready to go off to school his father died. Some nasty creature got its way in to town, and Dan’s father died from wounds suffered while defeating it. Dan took some time off school at that point, he almost never went at all, but his mom wouldn’t have that.

Now he has returned from time abroad in exotic Canada with a Kinesiology degree and a fresh lease on life. Ready to take on his new role as a full member of the coven.

There we are, hope that's alright. Let me know if I need to change anything

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A dark damp mist descended onto the deep forests that surrounded Tanner. The swirling white clouds dancing between the trees. A full moon in the sky had reached its efflorescence along the blackened sky, using its reflected light to shine down through the thick mist, that somehow only made things harder to see. Suffice to say that the majority of the town was at this point asleep, and anyone who was awake in this hour was certainly upto no good.

Hurried footsteps moved through the forests, accompanied by hurried draws of deep breath. Panic rising in the air. Moments later another sound could be heard in the woods, giving chase, faint snarls mixed in with the sounds of running. Occasionally the prey would look behind them, hearing the snarling getting closer and closer. The mist was making it harder to see where they were supposed to be going or how close their pursuer was.

Suddenly, A single scream pierced the air. And then silence.

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It was late at night, but somehow here Carlisle was. Sitting in the passenger seat of his mother's SUV as they drove out to the outskirts of Tanner. Opposite him was his mother: Amanda Aston; A blonde haired petite woman who had clearly dyed her hair and used many makeup products to disguise her true age. In the backseat sat a middle-aged male, with brown spikey hair. He was wearing a white collar shirt, deliberately unbuttoned to reveal the top of his chest, along with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the many tattoos that decorated his body.

"Remind me why I got woken up at midnight again?" Carlisle huffed, letting out a half stifled yawn while sitting back up straight in his seat"

"Because something doesn't feel right with the barrier. Don't tell me you can't feel it too" His mother snapped back, clearly not in the mood.

"Well yeah, I get that, I can feel it. But it's nearly 2am, why can't we look into it in the morning"

"Because who knows what could get in during that time. And before you ask I woke you up because as of midnight this is officially your problem. I asked Ty to come with because he was already with me at the party"

“Ah yes, the Retirement Party. I am guessing that Ty was the only one besides you that wasn’t drunk out of their head?” It seemed neither his mother, nor Ty decided to answer the question.

It wouldn't be much longer until the group made their way to the edge of the Tanner forest. Jumping out of the vehicle, Carlisle turned his phone flash on, while his mother bought out a flashlight. Ty elected to simply hold his hand up and conjure a bright burning flame in his palm. The trio made their way through the forest, heading towards the barrier: A magical field created by the coven to keep out any supernatural threats to the small town. Reaching the edge of the barrier it seemed their suspicions were confirmed. While invisible to the Mundane, anyone with magical sight could see a bright blue and purple swirling shield infront of them. A massive tear was visible, the newly created edges pulsating with a faint blue glow.

Carlisle got in closer to inspect the damage to the barrier. It seemed to be extensive. Not only had the magic been torn, but also destroyed. Ty would walk over to Carlisle, taking a look himself.

“Whatever broke this must have some serious power. It looks like it ripped the barrier apart rather than shattering it” Ty commented, running his non-inflamed hand along the gap where the barrier once was. “No latent magic even left here. Think you can repair it?” Carlisle nodded in acknowledgement and Ty took a step back. “Remember to focus your energy. The barrier is still up, so draw from its power to boost your own.”

Carlisle would hold both his hands out, taking a deep breath as he dove deep into his well of magical energy. His hands would glow blue as the barrier would begin to reform, the torn edges slowly filling in and making their way to the center of Carlisle’s hands. Both Ty and his mother watched as Carlisle finally finished fixing up the shield. After he was done, Carlisle could be seen breathing heavily, clearly exhausted.

“You did good kid. Repairing the barrier is normally a task reserved for a group. It takes real power to be able to repair it solo” Ty praised, helping Carlisle back onto his feet properly.

“Well, it should be expected of an Aston really” His mother spoke, rather dismissively. “Those claw marks make me think that potentially a werewolf has breached the barrier. Looks like you have your work cut out for you” His mother spoke, staring directly at Carlisle.

“I will don’t you worry”

6:15 AM

Carlisle’s sleep was punctuated by the sudden chime from his phone alarm on his bedside table. Grabbing it, he looked at the time before letting out a short sigh and dismissing the alarm: 6.15am. Rolling onto his side he would sit up running his hand through his hair. Today was the day. College was over, and everyone would be back from college. Carlisle was both excited and dreading the day ahead. It was going to be nice to see people he used to go to high school with, but at the same time, it was also quite scary. Have people changed? Would people even remember him? He had tried his best to keep in touch with people, but that wasn’t exactly easy for him.

Putting on a baggy tee and his morning shorts, Carlisle got out of bed and walked out of his room in his parents house. The Aston family lived in a nice Victroian style house in the more well to do area of Tanner. It was one of those ‘In our family for generations’ style of houses, where half of the furniture was most likely older than his parents' ages combined.

Reaching the kitchen he saw his mother sitting at the kitchen tabletop, a dark green leather bound book in her hands, clad in her half lace dressing gown. Amanda Aston was one of the premier witches in the Tanner Coven, making up one of the three council members. Normally she was always engrossed in coven matters, but at the moment she seemed to be rather relaxed.

”Enjoying your first day of retirement?” Carlisle asked. As he made his way to the toaster to put some bread in. Toast would make everything better.

”It isn’t exactly relaxing. I still have alot of Coven stuff to do, it just means I don’t have to spend every waking hour of every waking day dealing with things. That is your problem now.” The coven would certainly not be the same without Amanda walking around every day and calling the shots. As the Coven Matriarch, it was certainly going to be an adjustment to not seeing her every day. ”Besides, most of my life at the moment is trying to find a replacement for myself.” With the toast popping out of the toaster, Carlilse grabbed it and spun back around. Deciding to try and head his mother off as he knew the point she was about to make.

”Let me guess, the other council members are still reluctant to put me in charge like you want?” Carlisle retorted, the corner of a piece of toast now hanging from his teeth. Amanda on the other hand was somewhat casual with her body language.

”They are still uneasy about a warlock being in charge of the coven, and ontop of that, they still think Serena would be a better candidate. They have only agreed for you to be a caretaker Patriarch until the council has made its final decision. And that was a hard enough sell. Had to spend weeks essentially arguing that Serena had been away for too long to be deemed an immediate choice. It is only a matter of time.” Carlisle had been leaning against the kitchen counter, listening to his mothers words, eating the toast, forgetting to put any topping on it in the process.

”Have you ever considered that perhaps, I don’t deserve it? I mean let's be clear, I am a warlock. I know, before you start, you don’t like it. I am the first warlock of the bloodline, and father will go on and on about how I am either a disgrace to the bloodline, or omens of the future of the Aston family. But at the same time, maybe I don’t want it. I am not exactly a natural born leader.” Amanda sat up straight, finally her fuse had been set off, and the relaxed facade had finally crumbled.

”Carlisle, the Aston family have been Matriarchs of the coven seven out of the last ten times. It is within our nature to be the leaders of this town's fine witches and warlocks.

”Exactly, 7/10. That means you don’t win every time. This is just one of these times that you don’t. I guess we'll just have to focus on my child… If I ever have one.” Carlisle knew what he just did. Threatening not to have children infront of his mother was the equivalent of setting off a nuclear bomb in this household. Anything that would suggest that the Aston bloodline would end with him always elicited the same response. ”Also bear in mind you said Matriarch, not Patriarch. It is no secret that magical energy runs stronger in the female side of the Aston bloodline. I am not ashamed of that.”

”Not this again. Where is your ambition Carlisle? Your family has an amazing history that most witches would die for, and you sit here like it means nothing to you. I had really hoped with your friends coming back that maybe some fire would be ignited under you. I even got this book out that discusses rituals to turn warlocks into witches.”

”Mom. No. I am not taking part in any hokey cokey ritual that could potentially kill me, all for giving you some extra family credit. End of discussion.” With that, Carlisle finished the final bite of his toast and began to walk back upto his room, ignoring the protests of his mother to come back and listen to him.

A sigh escaped Carlisle’s lips as he reentered his room. This morning had gone exactly as he imagined it so far. Nothing new there. Picking up his phone, he at least noted that it had burnt about 20 minutes of his day. Opening his messenger app he would quickly find Lilith and send her a quick text:

Morning, So I have already had the ‘talk’ with my mother. It isn’t even the start of day one proper yet. How’s your morning?”

Sending the text he put the phone back in his pocket. He was used to Lilith responding whenever she was free and able to talk. There was no guarantee that she was even up yet. Carlisle then began the process of getting dressed and ready for the day. His mother had already informed everyone to let their children know that they needed to be at the Coven household by 11am that morning. She had of course instructed Carlise to be there fashionably earlier than that. She had also taken an immense amount of pride telling every parent who would listen about how ‘her boy’ was looking after the coven after they all decided to take retirement.

Retirement wasn’t exactly a new concept. It had been around for a few generations, but normally, the elders waited until their replacements were in their mid thirties before pulling their stunt, so doing it this young was a decision that he couldn’t quite comprehend. They clearly had their reasons, but they were keeping everyone in the dark about it.

With his clothes now on: A simple white shirt and black trouser pants, a la, smart casual, Carlisle decided to set off to the Coven household. That way his mother couldn’t try and sacrifice him to some sort of eldritch horror in a vein attempt to save the family's vanity. Carlisle decided to walk through the quiet morning streets of suburban Tanner to get to the household. Mostly because he knew that everyone was most likely to bring their car and cause a massive pile up at the house. And there was no way he was going to be stuck there because someone can’t park correctly.

The Coven

The Coven Household

The Coven Household was situated in the center of Tanner, and if you believe the history of the place, it was one of the first buildings that was built in Tanner and it was built by the coven for their exclusive use. It was called the Household because that was what it was. In order to avoid raising suspicions in older times, some witches and warlocks lived inside the house so that to the outside world it was just a popular residence. Nowadays most of the mortals believe it is some kind of membership only club.

Carlisle would enter the household through the front door, unlocking it with his mothers master key. Well, I suppose for now, his master key. The building had a wonderful entrance hall complete with a twin staircase that led upstairs. The home was filled with many bedrooms, drawing rooms, lounges, studies, libraries, and then there was the basement. That was something else entirely. Carlisle hadn’t exactly explored the entire house even with all the years he had been here. You never really went into a room unless you needed to. But in theory, this was his house now. So it would be rude not to take stock.

His adventurous streak was dashed however when he checked his watch. It had just turned 9am. He decided instead to go to the dining room adjacent to the entrance hallway and wait to see if anyone turned up early. He had to be the responsible one.

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Victor Crowe

Victor Crowe

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^{“Alright, Victor- Maximum effort.”}

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Name: Victor Crowe

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

College Degree: Bachelor of Science in Law

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Witch or Warlock: Warlock

Schools of Magic:

• Invocation (8): Victor's natural talent for invocation was first noticed by his father. The boy nonchalantly conjured flames on his hands, much to his father's astonishment. It was similar for the other elements, able to conjure and form every element with seeming ease, although he seemed to have an affinity towards ice and wind. When prodded by his father he simply shrugged, stating that the elements were like 'the neighbourhood cats he played with' and that some 'liked him more than others'. If not for his lax attitude, he may have better control over the elements or potentially even other schools of magic.
• At one point, Victor sauntered across their family pool rather than going around it, each step froze and unfroze the pool. His mother punished his laziness with a knock to the head, reprimanding and warning him to avoid doing such acts in public. A similar act of indolence was when he created ice-cubes out of thin air, seeing the trek to the fridge as 'bothersome'.

Personality:

Victor isn't what you would call active, he (used to) lives just to laze around. His general attitude reflects this greatly, always just preferring the 'relaxed' way out. He usually speaks in a clear and concise sentences, often in a mellow tone, to get his point across quicker. It is difficult to really get a rise out of or anger Victor, as he usually lets most transgressions roll off his shoulders. Only mentions of his family or the coven can really anger him.

The way Victor approaches a problem is unique, his mindset being 'Solve it as quickly as possible to get back to 'vibing''. He opts for the fastest approach to nailing down a problem so he can go back to 'lazing' around. It seemed he inherited his free-spirited and relaxed nature from his father.

Victor is a peace-maker, often getting between disputes between friends or the coven. Despite himself, he seems unable to bear others bickering. Violence is often the very last thing on his mind, often de-escalating situations before they reach a boiling point. Though unsure if it is due to his heritage, he is easily able to empathize with others and can generally tell when someone is not their usual self. This fear of dispute likely stems from his fear of abandonment from his 'real' extended family. While he liked being alone at times, he never liked being lonely.

The boy has a certain loyalty to the coven, viewing the rest of the witches and warlocks as part of his extended family. His is fairly protective of them. Similarly, he dislikes his 'real' extended family, the Crowe's who disowned his father during his youth.

History/Bio:

Victor's family history is complicated. The Crowe's had practiced magic for centuries. Victor's great grandfather and his great uncle were famous witches in their time. Many in his family were exceptional and a few even famous for their mastery of magic. Generally, the Crowe's were pureblood and did not marry non-magicians. Believing that it diluted their magical potential. His father, Pierre Crowe, eschewed this practice after falling head over heels with Victor's mother, Jane Sunderland. From his youth he saw how other family members endlessly berated and mock his father. The Crowe's eventually 'banished' Pierre from the family as he was only the third son.

Pierre found the Tanner coven, a coven that accommodated for his family. It was soon that a separate Crowe line integrated into the coven.

Soon it was found that Victor had a certain talent for Invocation and a penchant for laziness. Despite being a witch, his mother had wanted him to atleast achieve a bachelors degree 'just in-case'. Initially, Victor was indifferent to the idea.

Due to this attitude, his mother was very strict with him- almost spartan-like. She found out that her son could apply himself with a bit of pressure- she forced him away to study law at a young age, making certain that Victor achieved honors. Despite being ostensibly human, Victor fears his mother more than any witch or warlock. As a result, he is surprisingly diligent about his studies, getting A(s) in all courses. In part not wanting to disappoint his mother, the other part being deathly afraid of his mother's wrath.

His mother eased up as soon as he achieved his bachelor's degree.

On the other side, his father let him approach magic at his own pace. After teaching him the basics, his father found it best to let Victor's talent guide his magic.

@Inertia

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Erin Jude Blake

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"...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?" — Vincent Willem van Gogh

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Name: Erin Jude Blake

_Nickname(s):

• E
• Some people call her Jude.

Gender: Female.

Age: Twenty-three // November 28th // Sagittarius

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.

Witch or Warlock: Witch.

Schools of Magic:

• Transmutation (Seven): Specilizing in Water and Earth manipulation powers.
  
  • Earth: Erin has the ability to use plants, dirt, and other natural materials to bend to her will. She can grow new plants, or use ones that are already existing. Erin can make plants grow to massive heights, use their branches and weapons, sling boulders at you, and other such things.
    
    • Erin can use rocks and dirt to make shields around herself and others.
    • Has the ability to take and give life from plants and animals - humans excluded. She must be touching the target for her spell to work.
    • Can cause vines to grow from the ground, growing at rapid rates. She usually uses this to trap her enemies.
    • Poisons Touch: Just like Erin can cause plants to wither or burst with life, she can also poison your food or water. On the flip side, she can also purify whatever you are eating and drinking. She must make physical contact with the bowl/plate/cup that the food/drink is on/in for this power to work.
  • Water:
    
    • Can control both fresh and salt water. Erin can make weapons and shields from water. She can also use this as a defensive spell as well.

• Illusion (Seven)
  
  • First and foremost, with this ability, Erin can make you see, hear, and believe what she wants. She can only do all of this to one person at a time, and must have eye contact for this spell to work on her target. She can make up to three targets hear what she wants them too, but they must be within her range of sight. She can make up to three targets also see what she wants them too, by casting a false reality in front of them. If someone comes to the conclusion that the illusion is not real, the spell will break.
  • Erin is a master of disguise, and can change her own physical appearance at will.
  • Erin can make herself and ONE other person invisible.
  • When making eye contact with Erin, she can trick you into believing that you are suffocating, having the best time of your life, and anything in between.
  • Mirror Image: Erin can 'clone' herself for ten minutes at a time. The 'other Erin' will follow her - unless given a task - and will mimic her movements and whatever she says.

Personality:

🌻 Charming 🌻 Outgoing 🌻 Bubbly 🌻 Affectionate 🌻 People Pleaser 🌻 Blunt 🌻 Nature Junkie

Most people who have met Erin describe her as being puppy-like. She’s inviting, gives out compliments like candy, and is always eager to please. She’s nearly always cheerful, and tends to look on the brighter side of things. Erin floats around town taking pictures of everyone and everything - sometimes capturing things she doesn’t intend to. Erin is the sort of person that has a heart of gold, and treats others the way that she wants to be treated.

Loyal to a fault, Erin always tries to see the best in people. This often lands her in some very sad and sticky situations when people turn out to not be who she thought that they were. Erin has a very hard time telling people no, and is known to be very trustworthy. The young woman often finds herself harboring peoples secrets, and has never leaked anything to anyone unless someone was in danger. Much like her father, Erin is corny, and always has a pun up her sleeve. Erin also gets her compassion and caring nature from her father, and does her best to spread the love.

But do not be fooled by her good side.

Erin also has a badass for a mother, and learned things over the years from her as well. Erin gets her bluntness from her mother, but she tries to word things in a friendly manner. Her mother is also determined and confident - two other things that translated well into Erin’s personality. Her mothers flirtatious and sexual side also transferred over. Of course, the one thing that it seems all the children in the Blake family inherited from their mother is her temper.

It takes a lot to push Erin to her limit, as she’s a very patient, kind, and forgiving person. But piss her off one good time, and you’ll find yourself pinned up to a wall while those blue eyes start to look more like flames.

History/Bio:

• Erin was born to Nate and Jasper Blake (Formerly Delamar). Her mother is a world famous chef, and her father is a photographer to the stars. Erin is the youngest of the triplets, as well as the only girl. She also the tallest, but don't tell her brothers because they're butthurt babies. Growing up, Erin was a total daddies girl. She has always wanted to - and still does want to be - exactly like her father. Erin began taking an interest in photography at the age of six. Poetry came at the age of eight. Nature was something that has always and will always be ingrained in her. Erin has always been known to take off into the woods on a solo camping trip for a few days - especially on her family's home in Western North Carolina.
• The Blake Clan followed the Delamars, moving home to Tanner when Erin was thirteen. Jasper was a magi, Nate was just a loveable human - but little did the Delamar siblings know that their mother was a witch. Erin is the only one of the triplets that inherited the magical abilities of her ancestors.
• Erin has always been known as the Nature Loving Hippie of sorts. She's always dressed casually, her eyes are wild, and her hair is always messy. She had a few flings in high-school, but none of them really stuck around. She was also known for being on the Volleyball captain.
• Upon graduating, Erin moved to New York with her cousin Serena. While Serena chose to do Freelance work, Erin did go to college for her associates in photography. Once out of college, Erin really turned her attention towards her online presence in order to build her photography clientele. Having her fathers last name made things a little easier; While Nate took pictures of everyone famous, Erin sold them the pictures that they hung on the walls of their houses. She's done a runway shoot here and there - but Erin enjoys photographing nature over everything else.
• Coming back home isn't anything upsetting for Erin. Deep down, she always knew she would return to Tanner- she just didn't expect it to be this soon. Erin still really wants to travel and see the world - she just hopes that whatever is waiting for her in Tanner doesn't ruin her dreams.

Extras:

• Plant parent as fuckkkk
• Owns a Mojave Banana ball python named Louie.
• Her personal Instagram is @Nature_Baby. Her professional Instagram is @Erin_Blake. She is also active on Facebook, Snapchat, and Twitter.
• Erin snorts when she laughs, causing her to blush and laugh even harder from embarrassment.
• She’s allergic to cashews, celery, and watermelon.
• She’s obsessed with the movie Dirty Dancing. The dancing, the music, the Swayze. She loves everything about it.
• Erin is handy in the kitchen, though she is nowhere near as creative or as good as her brother, Neal.
• She speaks Spanish, Italian, and French.
• Erin loves classical music, and the older music of the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s. She’ll listen to today's current music, and even enjoys most of it - but her heart lies in the oldies.
• Despite her innocent and wholesome appearance, Erin is actually a pretty sexual and flirtatious person.
• She loves marijuana and Rosé.
• Her hands are always covered in various gold rings. She wears a simple golden chain around her neck with her initial on it. She also wears a few gold bracelets on either wrist.

@HaleyTheRandom

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