Lionhearted

The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

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_{Time: Night
Location: The Pit
Interacting with Lolly @Filthy Mudblood}
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“Long night for ya?” Rig asked.

Jed hadn’t realized how obvious his irritation was. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and wincing his eyes shut, both between fast drags of a lit cigarette. “Is it that obvious?” Jed replied, glancing over to Rig.

“Well,” Rig paused, checking I.D’s mindlessly as he spoke, “Your face says it all, hotshot.”

Jed laid his head against the cool bricks behind him, one leg was propped up and used to rest his arm on. Another heavy drag, and a cloud of smoke escaped his lips with each word, “I just want more.” He shook his head.

“I’ve heard that one before.” More I.D checking, but everyone knew that the Pit welcomed everyone unless you looked like an actual toddler. Rig continued, “And I know you’ve heard the same responses from everyone you say that to.”

“‘Just go get it.’—‘What’s holding you back?’—‘You’ll make it eventually!’ Yeah, I’ve heard it all before. . .” Jed flicked the ashes from his cigarette. “I just want it now! I’m tired of waiting for something to happen. I’m tired of being rejected.”

“All super stars have a story, ya know.”

“I’m an author, Rig. I’m not trying to be a movie star.” Jed rolled his eyes.

“Hey, who said authors can’t be stars?” Rig turned to him, leaning against the frame of the entryway, adjacent to Jed. “All I’m saying is that you need to enjoy the pages, or you’ll forget what you’re writing.”

Jed’s eyes flicked open, the stars somehow shining a little brighter after that statement. One final sizzle from the burn of his cigarette and he nearly huffed the smoke into Rig’s face. “Rig, I don’t know why I doubt that you can be smart sometimes.”

“That’s a little insulting,” Rig replied with narrowed eyes. But a smirk arose from the humor of the remark. He turned to the newcomers, “Check out this one though? She’s a real babe. How much you think that son of a bitch paid—.”

Jed stiffened, interrupting Rig with a fast backhand to his chest out of reaction. Her alluring strut, her golden thighs beneath the hem of her tight, white dress, and her long brown hair that contoured her amazing body—it all added to an unexpected seduction; and Jed couldn’t decipher whether she aimed it towards the rich man on her arm or him and Rig—perhaps everyone. But as she got closer, it was the way she looked at Rig that helped resurface his memory of her. While he’d never gotten her name, he’s spoken to her at parties a multiple of times. But it was this very reason, these exact events of hers, that kept him from diving deeper into who she really was.

Jed was no rich man, and she was no average gal.

After their greeting, and after Rig allowed them to go inside, Jed immediately stepped between Rig and the next patrons to come up. “Rig,” Jed started, “How come you never told me you knew her.”

“She comes here all the time, how do you not know her?”

Jed scoffed and patted him on the shoulder as he darted inside, “I gotta go.”

The lights were always a bit disorienting to face when he came back inside after a smoke break. But he knew how to maneuver around the crowd to get back to his position behind the bar quickly. Thanks to her white attire, he was able to spot her amidst the haze of purples and pinks. “Uhhh. . .” Jed groaned under his breath, trying to come up with a smooth introduction.

He picked up a glass and a rag, beginning to polish it as he slid his way to their part of the bar. Jed’s words were aimed towards the man at first, though his eyes never left her. “You look like you need a drink.” He spoke loudly over the music, “To come to a bar with a girl like her, you need to loosen up!” And while the man was still lost in the ambiance, he shot her a wink.

The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

Jed Clark

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"You won't ever meet someone like me again, sugar"

[ 24 | 6’ | Single | Male | Bisexual ]

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	【Flirty, Creative, Kind, Daring, Poetic】 【Short-tempered, Closed-off, Insecure, Depressive, Procrastinator】 OCCUPATION Jed is a bartender at a local pub. He also writes and tries to find a way into the industry in his free time. DREAMS Jed has big dreams. Nearly every resident of Los Angeles dreams of fame and fortune, and that much is true for Jed. But truthfully, amidst this dream of his, he seeks romance. Being a novelist, Jed searches for the love story that seems to only be written on pages. As flirty and poetic as he is, he finds himself to project his desires in his stories. One day, he’ll get there: one hand holding all the fame and fortune of a creative genius, and the other arm wrapped around the love of his life. DILEMMA Jed was born into an unstable family; one, in particular, that glorifies intoxication above all else. His talents were often overlooked, which built a foundation of insecurities for him. Jed finds it hard to be confident in his true passions. He has also become closed-off from fear of judgement. Biography ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Smoke clouds shroud the tattered wallpaper of a dimly-lit apartment. The stench of liquor and cigarettes combine in a scent strong enough to burn your nose hairs. But after you get used to the uncomfortable sting, you’ll hear the piano blasting from a room tucked in the back of the small apartment. Or maybe, after you finish climbing over the intoxicated bodies and maneuvering around the maze of empty bottles, you’ll find a young Jed writing stories in a notebook. There, in an apartment that cages his truth and shackles his talent, laid the beginning pages of Jed’s story. Not one that he would write out as fiction, but one that has been written in the stars. He was an only child. No contact with his mother, and only an abusive relationship with his father. Jed has seen many women come in and out of his apartment, he’s seen drugs and alcohol poison every person that stepped inside the front door, and he’s come to recognize the EMT’s coming up the stairs to save someone’s ass. Still, his creativity was gleaming off of him in an uncontrollable desire of pursuit. Amidst the black eyes, the cold showers, and the nights of no sleep, Jed became a hot shot at school. Where he wouldn’t get acknowledgement at home, he would from his peers. In no way did his home life create him to be a bully, but it instead molded an insecure basis for him. He performed in secret and his stories remained unread. With no support from his father, he lived his life independently for as long as he could remember. Once he turned sixteen, he became emancipated and moved in with his high school sweetheart, Claire Johnson. The two were predicted to get married: the hot, creative boy and the sweet and spicy blonde of their small-town high school. But things took a turn when Jed told her of his dreams to move to LA. She saw them as unrealistic and a waste of time. Jed became heartbroken. It took time for him to line up his priorities, and he was honest with her; the love they shared wasn’t above the passions that truly characterized him. Their breakup was brutal, and Jed continues on with a broken heart—longing for the love they shared and hoping, somehow, that things could’ve turned out differently. Truthfully, Jed hopes that his success will have her coming back to him, but her denial of his dreams didn’t make her a right candidate for a lover anymore. He knew that, but he overlooked it. Living in a small apartment in LA, he works as a bartender and writes in his free time. Jed travels to agencies, he tries to get in with publishers, and he is constantly running to music as his stress-reliever. But, as things come to no avail, he’s becoming stagnant in his efforts. Perhaps, with meeting new people, he’ll find a brighter hope for his future.

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-Drinks his coffee black
-Favors the fall season
-Loves sunsets over the beach
-Back to the Future

_{Rob Lowe | royalblue}

The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

Jed Clark

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"You won't ever meet someone like me again, sugar"

[ 24 | 6’ | Single | Male | Bisexual ]

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	【Flirty, Creative, Kind, Daring, Poetic】 【Short-tempered, Closed-off, Insecure, Depressive, Procrastinator】 OCCUPATION Jed is a bartender at a local pub. He also writes and tries to find a way into the industry in his free time. DREAMS Jed has big dreams. Nearly every resident of Los Angeles dreams of fame and fortune, and that much is true for Jed. But truthfully, amidst this dream of his, he seeks romance. Being a novelist, Jed searches for the love story that seems to only be written on pages. As flirty and poetic as he is, he finds himself to project his desires in his stories. One day, he’ll get there: one hand holding all the fame and fortune of a creative genius, and the other arm wrapped around the love of his life. DILEMMA Jed was born into an unstable family; one, in particular, that glorifies intoxication above all else. His talents were often overlooked, which built a foundation of insecurities for him. Jed finds it hard to be confident in his true passions. He has also become closed-off from fear of judgement. Biography ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Smoke clouds shroud the tattered wallpaper of a dimly-lit apartment. The stench of liquor and cigarettes combine in a scent strong enough to burn your nose hairs. But after you get used to the uncomfortable sting, you’ll hear the piano blasting from a room tucked in the back of the small apartment. Or maybe, after you finish climbing over the intoxicated bodies and maneuvering around the maze of empty bottles, you’ll find a young Jed writing stories in a notebook. There, in an apartment that cages his truth and shackles his talent, laid the beginning pages of Jed’s story. Not one that he would write out as fiction, but one that has been written in the stars. He was an only child. No contact with his mother, and only an abusive relationship with his father. Jed has seen many women come in and out of his apartment, he’s seen drugs and alcohol poison every person that stepped inside the front door, and he’s come to recognize the EMT’s coming up the stairs to save someone’s ass. Still, his creativity was gleaming off of him in an uncontrollable desire of pursuit. Amidst the black eyes, the cold showers, and the nights of no sleep, Jed became a hot shot at school. Where he wouldn’t get acknowledgement at home, he would from his peers. In no way did his home life create him to be a bully, but it instead molded an insecure basis for him. He performed in secret and his stories remained unread. With no support from his father, he lived his life independently for as long as he could remember. Once he turned sixteen, he became emancipated and moved in with his high school sweetheart, Claire Johnson. The two were predicted to get married: the hot, creative boy and the sweet and spicy blonde of their small-town high school. But things took a turn when Jed told her of his dreams to move to LA. She saw them as unrealistic and a waste of time. Jed became heartbroken. It took time for him to line up his priorities, and he was honest with her; the love they shared wasn’t above the passions that truly characterized him. Their breakup was brutal, and Jed continues on with a broken heart—longing for the love they shared and hoping, somehow, that things could’ve turned out differently. Truthfully, Jed hopes that his success will have her coming back to him, but her denial of his dreams didn’t make her a right candidate for a lover anymore. He knew that, but he overlooked it. Living in a small apartment in LA, he works as a bartender and writes in his free time. Jed travels to agencies, he tries to get in with publishers, and he is constantly running to music as his stress-reliever. But, as things come to no avail, he’s becoming stagnant in his efforts. Perhaps, with meeting new people, he’ll find a brighter hope for his future.

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-Drinks his coffee black
-Favors the fall season
-Loves sunsets over the beach
-Back to the Future

_{Rob Lowe | royalblue}

Lion's Den

Jed Clark

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"You won't ever meet someone like me again, sugar"

[ 24 | 6’ | Single | Male | Bisexual ]

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	【Flirty, Creative, Kind, Daring, Poetic】 【Short-tempered, Closed-off, Insecure, Depressive, Procrastinator】 OCCUPATION Jed is a bartender at a local pub. He also writes and tries to find a way into the industry in his free time. DREAMS Jed has big dreams. Nearly every resident of Los Angeles dreams of fame and fortune, and that much is true for Jed. But truthfully, amidst this dream of his, he seeks romance. Being a novelist, Jed searches for the love story that seems to only be written on pages. As flirty and poetic as he is, he finds himself to project his desires in his stories. One day, he’ll get there: one hand holding all the fame and fortune of a creative genius, and the other arm wrapped around the love of his life. DILEMMA Jed was born into an unstable family; one, in particular, that glorifies intoxication above all else. His talents were often overlooked, which built a foundation of insecurities for him. Jed finds it hard to be confident in his true passions. He has also become closed-off from fear of judgement. Biography ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Smoke clouds shroud the tattered wallpaper of a dimly-lit apartment. The stench of liquor and cigarettes combine in a scent strong enough to burn your nose hairs. But after you get used to the uncomfortable sting, you’ll hear the piano blasting from a room tucked in the back of the small apartment. Or maybe, after you finish climbing over the intoxicated bodies and maneuvering around the maze of empty bottles, you’ll find a young Jed writing stories in a notebook. There, in an apartment that cages his truth and shackles his talent, laid the beginning pages of Jed’s story. Not one that he would write out as fiction, but one that has been written in the stars. He was an only child. No contact with his mother, and only an abusive relationship with his father. Jed has seen many women come in and out of his apartment, he’s seen drugs and alcohol poison every person that stepped inside the front door, and he’s come to recognize the EMT’s coming up the stairs to save someone’s ass. Still, his creativity was gleaming off of him in an uncontrollable desire of pursuit. Amidst the black eyes, the cold showers, and the nights of no sleep, Jed became a hot shot at school. Where he wouldn’t get acknowledgement at home, he would from his peers. In no way did his home life create him to be a bully, but it instead molded an insecure basis for him. He performed in secret and his stories remained unread. With no support from his father, he lived his life independently for as long as he could remember. Once he turned sixteen, he became emancipated and moved in with his high school sweetheart, Claire Johnson. The two were predicted to get married: the hot, creative boy and the sweet and spicy blonde of their small-town high school. But things took a turn when Jed told her of his dreams to move to LA. She saw them as unrealistic and a waste of time. Jed became heartbroken. It took time for him to line up his priorities, and he was honest with her; the love they shared wasn’t above the passions that truly characterized him. Their breakup was brutal, and Jed continues on with a broken heart—longing for the love they shared and hoping, somehow, that things could’ve turned out differently. Truthfully, Jed hopes that his success will have her coming back to him, but her denial of his dreams didn’t make her a right candidate for a lover anymore. He knew that, but he overlooked it. Living in a small apartment in LA, he works as a bartender and writes in his free time. Jed travels to agencies, he tries to get in with publishers, and he is constantly running to music as his stress-reliever. But, as things come to no avail, he’s becoming stagnant in his efforts. Perhaps, with meeting new people, he’ll find a brighter hope for his future.

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-Drinks his coffee black
-Favors the fall season
-Loves sunsets over the beach
-Back to the Future

_{Rob Lowe | royalblue}

The Entertainers (Retro SoL)

Interested!

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Jedediah Clark

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"You can’t handle me, sugar."

[ 21 | 6’ | Italian | he/him | 185lb ]

[Anticipation]

APPEARANCE

"Kiss my leather and denim ass."

Copper-brown hair slicks loosely back above a bronze complexion; hazel eyes glimmer between stacked lashes; and a crease between his brows are making it’s permanence from his continuous smolder. A cigarette is lit. Puffing smoke between his gentle lips and straight teeth helps layer his nonchalance with a bad boy charm. Jed stands with a simple slouch, his broad frame accentuated by his signature leather jacket. Standing tall, he enjoys towering over the many women he effortlessly wins over.

Without much of any flaws to pinpoint on the otherwise male model, Jed was raised on a foundation of insecurities. Since he was young, he’s combated them with his care-free persona. Though puberty did him well, granting him a unique charm that he decides to relish in rather than humble over. Jed has come to perfect his mannerisms in a way that gets him what he wants most of the time. A sly wink and a reveal of his dimple is how he starts, leading to a wildly seductive touch and a tantalizing rasp to his voice.

Jed’s revolves around simplicity. White and black tee’s dominate his dresser, and denim jeans are all he wears. His jackets are all leather or denim. Generally, he wouldn’t be seen in anything but these clothing choices, but occasionally you can catch him in a sweatshirt and gym shorts if he decides to work out.

Get to know him a little more and you’ll find his Prince Albert.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I know what I want and I get what I want."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Though Jed would never admit it, he seeks direction. Growing up, he’s lived his life without any ambition or true goals. Now, he looks for something to give his life some form of semblance. He’s lived many days being lost, and now he searches for something that’ll give him hope for a fulfilling future.

WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ Jed has known of his supernatural roots since a young age. Perfecting this talent of his would give him hope to be a part of something that isn’t insignificant. Initially, Jed joined the coven in hopes to better his knowledge with the supernatural, but as he’s spent more time within the coven, he’s seen a flicker of a foreseeable future that has something he desires: a home. While the coven could sometimes be considered his home, he tries not to hold out for such an idea to save himself from being let down.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Everyone has ulterior motives. Happiness is a greedy thing. People use each other for their own benefit. Don’t get lost in trust or you’ll end up broken.

SECRETS ⫻ Jed wants love. Ultimately, he lives his life without making any significant bond or connection. He’s broken many hearts and he’s torn many friendships for the sake of independence. He fears the vulnerability of love, but craves it at the same time.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual

FEARS ⫻ Jed fears failure and humiliation. Due to this, he participates little in things he doubts himself in. He attempts to perfect things in secret to act like he’s naturally good at things.

REPUTATION ⫻ Jed is a mystery to everyone. He’s the bartender at a popular club, known for taking mostly women (and some men) back to his apartment for a one-night stand. Word on the street is he’s got a whole lot of action going on in between the sheets, but beyond that is locked for nobody to see.

FLAWS ⫻ Jed tries to accomplish everything he does on his own. Being a part of the coven has been something that is beginning to change this part of himself, though he is still distant with his fellow coven-members. From this, he’s been limited on what he can achieve simply because he doesn’t want the help of others.

BACKSTORY

"I don’t care if we’re alike, don’t compare me to him."

Jed was born from instability and into abuse. It wasn’t uncommon for Jed to show up to school with a black eye or bruises marking his body. His father was many things: a man-whore, an asshole, a manipulator, and an adept. For Jed, he’s grown up on many things that the average child didn’t. He was taught of substance abuse at a young age, but knew not to delve into it after seeing the results of it on his father. He was introduced to a new woman almost every week, each reeking of alcohol with smudging makeup and tousled hair. What angered him the most is how often they turned a blind eye to the beatings he’d get and the verbal abuse he’d become crushed from. This is the root of Jed’s mystery, the very first layer of his personality that soon stacked high enough to touch the clouds.

Jed missed school a lot, but turned to his kindling-event to further learn from. As his father used his abilities for crime and for self-pleasure, Jed learned from a special ancestor in his dreams. Jed’s dream sparked with the anticipation of a fight with his father, ending with bruises and cuts on his body and a cold shower to wash them off. His grandmother came to him in his dreams, and she taught him so much. Her one wish she urged the most was her desire for him to steer away from the footsteps of his father. But your parents have a way of bleeding their negative qualities onto you.

Jed couldn’t take the grunge of the torn wallpapers and the stained carpets. He couldn’t take the empty liquor bottles that scattered throughout the dimly-lit apartment. He couldn’t take the unexpected beatings and the cold showers he’d shiver from for hours. One last night of no sleep, and he was out the door without a word in the morning. His grandmother’s wish only held him together for so long until he’d succumb to his father’s ways.

He practiced his powers hard, turning to them as his saving grace in a time where he was alone. A watch with a broken, shattered clock became his channeler: a small treasure he bought himself, but broken from what was always anticipated. Jed used his abilities to steal money, to finesse his way into areas he normally wouldn’t be allowed in, and that’s what he did until he got a car and his own place.

Jed then became clad in his own achieved behaviors, though they were intertwined by his dark past. He’s lost a lot of compassion and a lot of empathy through living the life he’s lived, but times are coming to a plateau. What rise he had from his self-discovery and his moment of independence is beginning to fade and he’s searching for the next step. He gave up the stealing and the abuse of his powers to try to live a normal life. He works as a bartender at a club and delves in his hobbies in the meantime. Life was becoming bleak. Strange.

Jed finally came across the coven, in hopes that this would be the appropriate next step for him. But with only his own instincts to rely on, he’s very unsure about his participation. Still, he strangely looks forward to the connections he’s building, however slow and faint they’re establishing. To them, he’s a mystery, but he’s unsure if he wants to be solved.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"I may not have a diploma, but I’m still useful."

[Racing] ⫻ One of Jed’s many hobbies that he’s turned into a talent of his. Jed is great at operating most vehicles and understanding the limits of their speed and acceleration. From extensive participation in drag racing, he’s come to know the in’s and out’s of what special tricks you can do with a car. Put him behind the wheel and you’ll get where you need to go faster than you could ever get there; just bring some anti-nausea medicine.

[Charm] ⫻ Jed is skilled at charming someone. He’s very good with his words and his mannerisms are seductive enough to allure someone smoothly. If his victim isn’t as susceptible, it’s still enough to get them distracted for longer than usual.

[Street-fighter] ⫻ Jed has been out on the streets since his early teens. With an instigating, competitive personality, he’s an invitation for fights. He’s been in several fights, not all being in his favor, and has come out mostly victorious.

ABSTRACTION

"I guess I don’t mind purple."

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Purple | A broken, silver watch.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Jed’s focus within his light domain is telekinesis. He delves in teleportation as well, but portaling is something that he hasn’t come to learn yet.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Jed is able to see fearful and cautionary auras well. When in a space in which someone of that particular aura has passed, he can sense the previous activity within the spot. If there was a particular reason in which the fear or caution had risen, the presence of the aura will be strengthened and much easier to decipher.

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

OTHER

"I better not be wasting my time here."

Lion's Den

Jedediah Clark

_{Francisco Lachowski}

╚══════════════╝

"You can’t handle me, sugar."

[ 21 | 6’ | Italian | he/him | 185lb ]

[Anticipation]

APPEARANCE

"Kiss my leather and denim ass."

Copper-brown hair slicks loosely back above a bronze complexion; hazel eyes glimmer between stacked lashes; and a crease between his brows are making it’s permanence from his continuous smolder. A cigarette is lit. Puffing smoke between his gentle lips and straight teeth helps layer his nonchalance with a bad boy charm. Jed stands with a simple slouch, his broad frame accentuated by his signature leather jacket. Standing tall, he enjoys towering over the many women he effortlessly wins over.

Without much of any flaws to pinpoint on the otherwise male model, Jed was raised on a foundation of insecurities. Since he was young, he’s combated them with his care-free persona. Though puberty did him well, granting him a unique charm that he decides to relish in rather than humble over. Jed has come to perfect his mannerisms in a way that gets him what he wants most of the time. A sly wink and a reveal of his dimple is how he starts, leading to a wildly seductive touch and a tantalizing rasp to his voice.

Jed’s revolves around simplicity. White and black tee’s dominate his dresser, and denim jeans are all he wears. His jackets are all leather or denim. Generally, he wouldn’t be seen in anything but these clothing choices, but occasionally you can catch him in a sweatshirt and gym shorts if he decides to work out.

Get to know him a little more and you’ll find his Prince Albert.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I know what I want and I get what I want."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Though Jed would never admit it, he seeks direction. Growing up, he’s lived his life without any ambition or true goals. Now, he looks for something to give his life some form of semblance. He’s lived many days being lost, and now he searches for something that’ll give him hope for a fulfilling future.

WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ Jed has known of his supernatural roots since a young age. Perfecting this talent of his would give him hope to be a part of something that isn’t insignificant. Initially, Jed joined the coven in hopes to better his knowledge with the supernatural, but as he’s spent more time within the coven, he’s seen a flicker of a foreseeable future that has something he desires: a home. While the coven could sometimes be considered his home, he tries not to hold out for such an idea to save himself from being let down.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Everyone has ulterior motives. Happiness is a greedy thing. People use each other for their own benefit. Don’t get lost in trust or you’ll end up broken.

SECRETS ⫻ Jed wants love. Ultimately, he lives his life without making any significant bond or connection. He’s broken many hearts and he’s torn many friendships for the sake of independence. He fears the vulnerability of love, but craves it at the same time.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual

FEARS ⫻ Jed fears failure and humiliation. Due to this, he participates little in things he doubts himself in. He attempts to perfect things in secret to act like he’s naturally good at things.

REPUTATION ⫻ Jed is a mystery to everyone. He’s the bartender at a popular club, known for taking mostly women (and some men) back to his apartment for a one-night stand. Word on the street is he’s got a whole lot of action going on in between the sheets, but beyond that is locked for nobody to see.

FLAWS ⫻ Jed tries to accomplish everything he does on his own. Being a part of the coven has been something that is beginning to change this part of himself, though he is still distant with his fellow coven-members. From this, he’s been limited on what he can achieve simply because he doesn’t want the help of others.

BACKSTORY

"I don’t care if we’re alike, don’t compare me to him."

Jed was born from instability and into abuse. It wasn’t uncommon for Jed to show up to school with a black eye or bruises marking his body. His father was many things: a man-whore, an asshole, a manipulator, and an adept. For Jed, he’s grown up on many things that the average child didn’t. He was taught of substance abuse at a young age, but knew not to delve into it after seeing the results of it on his father. He was introduced to a new woman almost every week, each reeking of alcohol with smudging makeup and tousled hair. What angered him the most is how often they turned a blind eye to the beatings he’d get and the verbal abuse he’d become crushed from. This is the root of Jed’s mystery, the very first layer of his personality that soon stacked high enough to touch the clouds.

Jed missed school a lot, but turned to his kindling-event to further learn from. As his father used his abilities for crime and for self-pleasure, Jed learned from a special ancestor in his dreams. Jed’s dream sparked with the anticipation of a fight with his father, ending with bruises and cuts on his body and a cold shower to wash them off. His grandmother came to him in his dreams, and she taught him so much. Her one wish she urged the most was her desire for him to steer away from the footsteps of his father. But your parents have a way of bleeding their negative qualities onto you.

Jed couldn’t take the grunge of the torn wallpapers and the stained carpets. He couldn’t take the empty liquor bottles that scattered throughout the dimly-lit apartment. He couldn’t take the unexpected beatings and the cold showers he’d shiver from for hours. One last night of no sleep, and he was out the door without a word in the morning. His grandmother’s wish only held him together for so long until he’d succumb to his father’s ways.

He practiced his powers hard, turning to them as his saving grace in a time where he was alone. A watch with a broken, shattered clock became his channeler: a small treasure he bought himself, but broken from what was always anticipated. Jed used his abilities to steal money, to finesse his way into areas he normally wouldn’t be allowed in, and that’s what he did until he got a car and his own place.

Jed then became clad in his own achieved behaviors, though they were intertwined by his dark past. He’s lost a lot of compassion and a lot of empathy through living the life he’s lived, but times are coming to a plateau. What rise he had from his self-discovery and his moment of independence is beginning to fade and he’s searching for the next step. He gave up the stealing and the abuse of his powers to try to live a normal life. He works as a bartender at a club and delves in his hobbies in the meantime. Life was becoming bleak. Strange.

Jed finally came across the coven, in hopes that this would be the appropriate next step for him. But with only his own instincts to rely on, he’s very unsure about his participation. Still, he strangely looks forward to the connections he’s building, however slow and faint they’re establishing. To them, he’s a mystery, but he’s unsure if he wants to be solved.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"I may not have a diploma, but I’m still useful."

[Racing] ⫻ One of Jed’s many hobbies that he’s turned into a talent of his. Jed is great at operating most vehicles and understanding the limits of their speed and acceleration. From extensive participation in drag racing, he’s come to know the in’s and out’s of what special tricks you can do with a car. Put him behind the wheel and you’ll get where you need to go faster than you could ever get there; just bring some anti-nausea medicine.

[Charm] ⫻ Jed is skilled at charming someone. He’s very good with his words and his mannerisms are seductive enough to allure someone smoothly. If his victim isn’t as susceptible, it’s still enough to get them distracted for longer than usual.

[Street-fighter] ⫻ Jed has been out on the streets since his early teens. With an instigating, competitive personality, he’s an invitation for fights. He’s been in several fights, not all being in his favor, and has come out mostly victorious.

ABSTRACTION

"I guess I don’t mind purple."

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Purple | A broken, silver watch.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Jed’s focus within his light domain is telekinesis. He delves in teleportation as well, but portaling is something that he hasn’t come to learn yet.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Jed is able to see fearful and cautionary auras well. When in a space in which someone of that particular aura has passed, he can sense the previous activity within the spot. If there was a particular reason in which the fear or caution had risen, the presence of the aura will be strengthened and much easier to decipher.

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

OTHER

"I better not be wasting my time here."

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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Artemis

_{A R T E M I S C H A S E
◄ 27 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5’10 ►}

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Artemis was that of a ruthless hurricane—shrouded by black, thunderous clouds to cloak the luminosity of her soul. What she held dear to her heart was in the eye of the storm, piling in an array of undiscovered treasury. She let nobody in, and she made sure nobody could see through her. Smoke and mirrors was her game play, and the heat of battle was her outlet. Her mask: a blonde vixen clad in purples, pinks, and black. Adorning her recognizable armor was the familiar insignia of 'The Night Walkers'—the colors she favors within a wolf symbolizing a menacing intimidation and an unpredictable subtlety. People least expect it to be her that is underneath it's shadowy veil, yet it's behind her cross-hairs that they find themselves in.

Coming forth, now, as a fearsome mercenary—Artemis reigns within the Bounty Hunters Association. There are few left who know her tale as Angelica, and those that do are aware to watch their backs in fear that the famed Night Walkers are there to prey. Betrayal had a way of transforming the gentleness of Artemis into a merciless and callous heart of ice. Self-oaths are the turning point for people, but for Artemis, it rang louder with each doubting humiliation that haunted her mind. A twist in spirit allowed more room for growth, expanding farther than anyone could've predicted. Angelica died with infinite insecurities, and Artemis awakened with a flaming vengeance.

Blue eyes down the barrel of her rifle, engaging fast, but not for long. Do pray for the victim in her sights, for their mark is as vibrant as neon in darkness.

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Tears once trailed rivers down the cheeks of Artemis, not in her present life, but in a pitiful previous one. A life in which she acknowledges as her fuel to her fire, but one that she never sees beyond that. Many would doubt her story, but there was a time in which Artemis was known for her naive nature, seemingly allured to danger without any knowledge of self-protection. One trait that has always remained embedded, even through her transcendence, was her dedication—Artemis was not one to give up.

Artemis' story began behind the wheels of aircrafts; soaring with the Sunburners to beautiful heights that not many get the privilege of witnessing. She admired the freedom, she relished in the speed, and she strived to stay within the crew. Artemis was only half-way decent, with only improper training to blame for her lack of success. Humans have always had a way of putting others down to better themselves, and Artemis was their target at the time. Her initiation into the Sunburners was to follow the footsteps of her father, a renowned pilot in their ranks; yet her performance didn't live up to even a fraction of his triumphs. It wasn't long before Artemis was alone with only her failures to accompany her.

Disappointment covered every memory that she had, and vandalized every envisionment of her future. Artemis lost hope, lost gratification, and lost herself. What goals she had previously set were now so distant that they were blurred even in the scope of a gun. At night, the laughs rang in her ears, in the mornings the coming day scared her, and during the day the doubts haunted her. But she always put one foot in front of the other, continuing her pursuit even if it pained her. The days were blurred and her skin was raw from abuse, but it was an unexpected spark of love that dragged her from her melancholy and towards a strange door of opportunity.

His name was Finn.

A famous bounty hunter that admired the determination of Artemis, and became enchanted by her unfamiliar kindness. Piece by piece, her story came out in humbling fragments of information until he brought it upon himself to take her under his wing. For years, she trained hard under him until she was surpassing her peers within the Sunburners by miles. It began with an interest to make her father proud, but it turned into a way of showing herself that her strength was never one to be doubted—and her biggest doubts were from within. Artemis and Finn built qualities within each other that were admirable by whoever witnessed them. But her rise came with sinister jealousy.

Artemis' transformation didn't just come with her harsh training, it came with a wailing heartache brought upon by a stealthed bullet. Finn was murdered in the night, by a simple snipe from an aggressor. The space meant for continued self-growth was filled with a dreadful sorrow, and Artemis awaited her death next—yet it didn't come to her. The truth came out that the Sunburners, that were daunted by her growth, were behind the attack. Her father didn't bat an eye, too invested in his own glory to consider the emotions of his daughter. And the ignition of her soul bursted in a flaming red. The flames incinerated the kindness she formerly had, and from it's ashes rose her fearless retribution.

Artemis turned to the bounty hunters for assistance, the mercenaries that lacked direction but lived free. Her new self resulted, first, in recruitment, and then revenge. Her talents ran parallel with her rising dedication, and soon she began her own crew of mercenaries known as 'The Night Walkers'. Artemis changed her style, adorned herself with the colors of her new brigade, and lurked in the shadows as the name of her group rose to fame.

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//COMBAT

Artemis was trained by a famed bounty hunter, adopting many of the techniques that he was skilled at himself. Through years of training, she was able to learn the basics of some skills, while discovering she was more talented in others.

//SKILLS Gunslinger: Artemis is skilled with guns. Handguns are what she prefers when she's in medium to close-quarter combat. Artemis' ability to snipe is proven to be exceptional as well. Acrobat: Although Artemis doesn't have as much expertise in hand to hand combat, she's fast and flexible. Her movements, graceful and swift, are hard to predict and difficult to read. Tactics: Artemis' leadership does not go unnoticed by her organization, however small it is in comparison to the many others. Her tactics is what keeps them thriving, as well as their ability to follow orders. Piloting: Although this skill is exercised very rarely, she does have some knowledge regarding piloting and aircrafts.

//POWERS [+] In the blast, Artemis was infused with cosmic energy, granting her the ability to shape, mold, and manipulate cosmic energy that radiates from her body. Her powers recharge just as fast as her normal human energy would, and continued practice and usage will increase the threshold of which she draws from. In addition, Artemis is able to utilize her energy to give her enhanced strength or immediate protection. Limitations: Artemis' source of energy has been replaced with cosmic energy. Everything she does draws from this source. Thus, if she overexerts herself from ability usage, she will result in major fatigue and exhaustion. Her cosmic energy naturally replenishes over time. Weaknesses: Artemis' powers must extend from herself first. Any shaping or barrier she would cast from a distance would need time to travel and solidify in it's respective location.

Alexander Chase - Artemis' father: a renowned Sunburner known for his great accomplishments. He excels in many things, and many look to him for guidance. But though his leadership is revered, his fatherhood is quite the opposite. Their relationship doesn't even touch the surface of love and family. Alexander sees Artemis as a disgrace to his name. And with her rise, he still doubts her strength.

Finn Brooks(deceased) - Artemis' lover that was murdered by her former allies within the Sunburners. Their jealousy reigned within them and they casted it out in the form of unpredicted assassination. Artemis has learned most of what she knows from Finn. His death is what formed the person she is currently.

Minerva Evans - Minerva is Artemis' right-hand woman. She is strong, fierce, and obedient. Minerva is a mutual friend of Finn and Artemis, and they've known each other for quite some time. In another world, they'd be what's considered as best friends. Artemis is incredibly grateful to have her to trust and rely on.

Olien Parks - Artemis' tech guy. Without Olien, she wouldn't have access to her gadgets and she wouldn't have intel on the missions that she chooses to accept or pursue. While he's a guy with a burning crave for more and more knowledge, she admires his dedication and appreciates his assistance to the Night Walkers.

Julian Hills - Artemis' weaponsmith. Julian has provided for the Night Walkers ever since they've been founded. Their weaponry is custom-made and beautifully crafted by the talented Julian. Artemis admires Julian for his craft, but also for his friendly aura. They frequently enjoy drinks together and Julian considers Artemis like a daughter to him.

The Nightwalkers - Artemis' famed brigade of obedient assassins. They thrive within the leadership of Artemis and they are paid generously for their participation.