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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Trisha (@FernStone).

Cracker Island. The Halloween Festival.

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Instead of taking the hit that Adora wanted Trish to fuck off, she doubled down...

“The costume’s cute, shame about who’s wearing it. I’ve got no interest in seeing your nasty ass. Gross.”

Trisha

Which was nothing to Adora compared to...

“Maybe I just wanted to greet an old friend… Ah! You must not know what it’s like to have friends anymore!"

Trisha

Adora balled her fists, and grit her teeth, staring at Trisha as she began to shake out of pure rage.

"... After all, you got your last one killed..."

Trisha

This.

"I bet you haven’t had any since! Must suck to be so sad and lonely you’re flashing to someone you haven’t seen in years..."

Trisha

Fucking.

"...What would Lisa think?"

Trisha

BITCH.

"... She'd be disgusted, I bet… Ah, but we’ll never know, thanks to you."

Trisha

The rest of what Trisha said barely registered as Adora, with one conversation, snapped. She was frothing at the mouth as she stared down Trisha, people gathering around her, but Adora did not care. Lihn was probably going to be very disappointed in her.

But there was a reason why Adora needed Lihn...

"... YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

With the flip of a very fragile switch, it was on and poppin. With a quick motion, Adora had socked Trisha across the cheek as hard as she could, sending her stumbling. Adora quickly grabbed Trisha by her hair and yanked it as hard as she could as she punched her directly in the stomach. Then, she pulled her fist back to punch her in the nose. Grabbing onto Trisha with her other hand, she shoved the girl into a stand as hard as possible. The loud crash was the least of Adora's concerns as she got on top of Trisha, punching her over and over again. In a short bit, blood had already ruined this Adora-ble costume that she had made.

Then she felt the first sting.

Then, the second one.

Then, the third one.

Then the twenty-fifth!

The bees were crawling up Adora's legs and stinging her; the pain was sharp enough to interrupt this ass whoopin' session that she had inflicted upon this bitch. "AW FUCK, BEES!" Adora shouted...

However, the RAGE was enough to keep her focused on making sure that she was using Daddy's money for plastic surgery. She kept pounding on Trisha's face, fighting through the pain as she was uncaring if this would kill her or send her to jail.

And she would keep going until someone stopped her.

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The PRA.

Interactions: Lila (@NoriWasHere), Stormy (@Blizz), & Luca/Bianca (@FernStone).

The Halloween Festival. Docks to the Drinkline. Cracker Island.

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“I love women,”

Lynn

"Thank you for sharing," Cindy said with a chuckle.

"Me too... happily married to my husband for around twenty years now, but that's not the point...." Meifeng started, "... You don't see me screaming it from the heavens, do you?!" She laughed, playfully waving her feather duster around.

“I think it’s cause of what you’re wearing, boss. They’re blown away.”

Bianca

Both Meifeng and Cindy laughed and held hands with each other, raising it in the air.

"Well, I'm glad they are!" Meifeng playfully shouted. "I told her this was going to be adorable."

"Heh, you know it's starting to grow on me, you know!" Cindy tried to play it off.

"Everything is fine now. 8th Street crossed a line that no one with a sense of common decency would cross, but then again, Emily Reed doesn't fit that description, now does she?"

Stormy

The two agents looked between each other... with Cindy tilting her head at Meifeng and the latter awkwardly smiling. Then Cindy said, "Yeah, Ms. Reed does that a lot, but don't worry... we got her under control."

"Now! How many drinks do I need to buy everyone for this to be put behind us? And I do mean everyone. If you two are going to stick around, I think all have a few things to talk about, and I'm in a generous mood,"

"Well..." Meifeng said as she trailed off, "I can't turn down free drinks."

"Of course not," Cindy said, "Nor can we turn down polite conversation, isn't that right, Meifeng?"

"Riiiiiiiight,"

"I'd like to join," Maximilian said as he took a few steps forward with his blue Power Ranger costume on. "If we're going to talk about what I think we'll talk about."

He briefly glanced at Meifeng, who awkwardly smiled again.

"You know I can't turn down a drink either!" Samson laughed as he walked forward from the crowd. "I'm sure we can all buff things out..."

"... Ideally," Meifeng said to herself... as some giant girl ran up to them.

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Sabrina Vanburen.

Interactions: Linqian (@FernStone), Layla (@Estylwen), Edict (@AtomicEmperor), & Lynn/Lila (@NoriWasHere).

Cracker Island. The Halloween Festival.

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Vashti prepared to land the killing blow on Linqian.

Britney began to create plant life off instinct - some spears ready to impale Vashti from behind.

If it would kill her, Britney would ensure that Jinhai's twin would make it out of this alive. However, Vashti backed up, and Britney let off a sigh of relief as the weirdo made some not-so-vague threats. Then she left, and as quickly as it began, the scene caused by Emily's right-hand woman was over. Britney made the plants she created disappear as she stared at Vashti to ensure she didn't try anything. There was that urge to end Vashti for good... but now is not the time. Britney knew this was not over, and it was likely that 8th Street would bark up their tree again. They just had to be ready for it. However, Britney briefly glanced at the one person getting the least attention here: Sabrina.

Just who did she know?

Sabrina sighed as she looked down at her soaked costume, making the black cloth she was creating disappear in thin air. She looked at Britney, then Layla, and said, "I'm glad that's over... would you like your costumes to get dried up?"

"Sure..." Britney said, and Sabrina used the Silkworm to wring the costume dry. Then Sabrina turned her attention

Britney sighed, wondering if she should change costumes to throw the 8th Street dorks off, but maybe later once they're on the ferry. Maybe hitting up Jack would be a better idea; he knew where she lived (but she made it VERY clear that he should not drop in without warning unless he wanted to see something he didn't want to). He could teleport all of them to safety... but Britney just shook her head. She came out here to have FUN in the face of five of her friends dying in a day. Not stress herself out over the 8th Street Coven.

The problem she created.

Britney looked up towards Linqian, walked over to her, put a hand on her shoulder, and asked, "Girl, you okay?" She said, picking up that she was just a little bit rattled by the whole thing. "Sorry about that... I should have been the one to handle that."

Then Britney remembered that Edict was here and how she had taken things just a little bit too far during the meeting. She didn't understand that the group was dogpiling him until later, and her joke was... not responded to that well. And despite it all... Edict put his ass on the line. Britney turned towards him and smiled (which probably would have made him rock hard).

"Thank you, too, Greyson; you didn't have to help me after how I acted at the meeting," Britney started, "I'm sorry for being an asshole to you there. It won't happen again, I promise."

Unlike swarmy bastards like Edict, she stuck to her word.

“I don't know if I feel comfortable getting drunk in the open. Not with… Everything going on. You all can get drinks, I'll wait. Then we can go see some spooky ghosts? Try to forget some… not so great people are here too?”

Layla

"That's fair..." Britney said, holding her tongue as she didn't want to go into how getting fucked up at the Halloween Festival was, in normal circumstances, the pinnacle of stupid decisions. Though she smiled to make light of the situation, "I'm no lightweight, one drink won't hurt me!"

... Then Britney remembered the shitstorm at the Drinkline.

"... Oh shit! We gotta get to the booze, stat!" Britney said before she clutched her purse and hauled ass over to where Lila and the others were, as fast as a six-three chubby twenty-something could, that is. Sabrina shrugged before following after Britney - who was following the crows at some point. Britney made it there, and the situation was...

... Bizarre.

Emily was nowhere in sight (Thank the Heavens!), but there were various members of the Coven here with some other people she hadn't seen before (including some sexy milfs in a delectable costume). However, Britney had tunnel vision, and the second she saw Lila and Lynn, she beelined over to them.

"... What happened?! Is everything okay?!"

Britney asked Lila.

She didn't have the crow arm anymore.

Yay.

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Shayton.

Interactions: Tayla (@silvermist1116).

Cracker Island. Halloween Festival. Kid Section.

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A burst of wind appeared out of nowhere... and right next to Tayla was Shayton. He stood tall and proud with his cane firmly pressed on the ground with both hands. He stood there silently for a moment.

"Ms. Choi," Shayton calmly said. "Sorry to drop on you..."

What was notable about Shayton was that he had Cheetah face paint on.

"I was hoping to get a nice conversation out of you without any audience.... if you don't mind."

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Not Petty Patty being hated by Adora. Lol. Georgie's not the only one to think she's awful.

@silvermist1116

It's a pandemic going on because Patty's about to catch some hands.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Some characters that I think Esty might remember

Jake.Valos
27 | Jake Daniel Valos | He/Him "The Valos have fought for a lot of things: Money, pride, honor, love, retribution... Can we add the "right thing" to the list?"	Description: One of the children of the illustrious Jason Valos, a Casino, Restaurant, and Hotel tycoon who owns businesses all over the West Coast. Jason was a billionaire and could shower his children with wealth and the life he never had! Leaving Jake, his twin sister Gabe, and their various siblings in the hands of maids and butlers - with loads of money. Hilarity ensues. Jake was technically born in St. Portwell but only spent his summers there with his twin sister and younger brother, Jaska. The Valos didn't have a high standing in the city or wherever they went mainly since, wherever the Valos went, chaos followed. Jake and his sister Gabe were inseparable. They were known for causing trouble, partying, and having adventures on their daddy's dime. Things were great... until their newest little brother, Jaska, was thrown through the window. While Daddy Valos was known for sleeping around, Jaska had wings! Alongside another secret, magic was real, a factoid they were made well aware of when Jaska transformed into a hulking monstrosity when a trigger phrase was mentioned around him. Jaska went on a rampage throughout the Valos Mansion, causing Jake and Gabe to undergo their Kindling Events, but Daddy Valos came in to restrain Jaska long enough to transform back to normal. Naturally, the Valos twins were confused... but now they had magic to elevate their hi-jinks! Such as fighting the Stygian Snake! As one faithful summer, darkness overcame St. Portwell, the Stygian Snake. Jake and Gabe were at a party with the "commoners" that was attacked by a monstrous brute known as Scott Reese. They survived and fought him off using their magic, but one of the people they partied with, Claire O'Sullivan, roped them into the Coven to fight the Stygian Snake. And the Valos were never ones to miss out on an adventure. They saw it all... met friends that died the same day, fought against a demi-God, and more! Usually, they stuck to their clique, which eventually ended up being the rich kids (Except Sloane; all of them hated Sloane). However, as the battle with the Stygian Snake intensified, they did something drastic: Roped Jaska in. He was a powerful force but a difficult-to-control one similar to Vashti and her Leviathan. With the help of Pink Lux, they managed to temper Jaska's Outer-Devil and help defeat the Stygian Snake! However, they were harshly criticized by the other members of the Coven for their decision to use a nine-year-old as a superweapon. With the Old Coven also becoming a clusterfuck as various secrets came to light, the Valos twins decided to step out and move on with their lives simply. Jake was built up to be the successor for his father's empire in the coming years, and he got into a relationship with his fellow Coven-mate, Lin. Life was good... until the murders started, and he felt like he was on the chopping block. He rejected Auri's invitation, however, as he wanted nothing to do with Sycamore anymore. That phase of his life was over. Abstraction: Adept - Red Lux. Channeler: Gold Pocketwatch. Photomancy: Jake's primary spell, one that he had been practicing since the battle with the Stygian Snake. He can create durable constructs made of light and illusions that he used to fool the Stygian Snake's minions. Aquamancy: Jake can manipulate water in a wide radius and throw a tidal wave the size of a one-story house. Pyromancy: A spell group taught to him by Gabe that he's not that good at because pyromancy was the exact opposite of his personality. He can create little fireballs, but nothing spectacular... he rarely uses it anyway.
'Gabe'.Valos
27 | Gabriela Mya Valos Jr | She/Her "Give me a reason, and I'll burn your urethra shut!"	Description: Where her twin-brother, Jake, is a calm and reasonable person... Gabe is the exact fucking opposite. She is very firey and passionate and will fight tooth and nail for the people she cares about (which was the wealthy clique in the Old Coven). Gabe is known for being practically glued to her twin brother and was by his side during all their major life events. She was there for Jaska's first rampage through the Valos mansion, for the fight against the Stygian Snake, and when Jake proposed to Lin. Let's take it back to the fight with the Stygian Snake: Gabe wasn't precisely a well-liked member; in fact, she was an asshole. However, they could not argue with the fact that Gabe was a powerhouse that managed to stagger the Stygian Snake at some point. She was the primary enforcer and protector in the Rich Clique and protected the softer members, such as Lin, Sage, and her brother, from assholes like George Nelson and Emily G. Reed. However, she and Jake made the conscious decision to drag their little brother, Jaska, into the Old Coven, and their already shitty reputation in the Old Coven somehow got worse. Having enough of these annoying dumbasses, Gabe and Jake left the Old Coven. While Jake was built up to be the next ruler of the Valos Enterprise, Gabe decided to spend her life partying! She parted from her brother, who had gotten with fellow Old Coven member Lin and spent the next leg of her life partying, traveling the world. While they were known for being joined by the hip, her brother was busy training to become the next big tycoon and eating out his girlfriend. However, while Gabe was out partying, something felt off... this wasn't her true calling, and she felt like she needed to go home after this many years of doing nothing of value with her life. The murders began, Auri extended the invitation to her, and she told Auri to eat her ass. Abstraction: Adept - Red Lux. Channeler: Laser Beam Emission: Much like her brother, her primary spell has something to do with light. Unlike her brother, it focused more on raw power... She could gather the light around her and project it as a deadly beam that moves at the speed of light that burns the air around her. This laser beam was hot to say the least. She can control the size of the laser - the wider the beam, the larger the radius, but the smaller the beam, the more focused it becomes. This spell, when boosted, was powerful enough to damage the Stygian Snake enough to force it to retreat in one instance, but otherwise, it allowed her to cleave through the Stygian Snake's minions. Superheating: Gabe could heat a part of her body, or an object she touches, up so much that it glows orange. With this ability, she is the hot knife that cuts through people like butter, and she can heat metal enough so that it melts. Over-Friction: Gabe can enhance the friction she creates to the point where it creates fire. She can create fire by manipulating air friction to enhance her strikes through this spell. Flammable Liquid Manipulation: Gabe can manipulate flammable liquids such as gasoline, alcohol, oil, and other volatile liquids and cause them to combust at will... these flames will be far hotter but somehow burn much, much, slower.
Lin.Liu
26 | Linda Adelle Liu | "What in the world did Mika get us into...?"	Description: Known as Lin. A wealthy member of the Old Coven was the second (known) daughter of the magnanimous Jiao-Long Liu. The Liu family comes from money from Hong Kong, and Linda was fortunate enough that her father was a genius who owned the Liu Biomedical Company. He was a successful company with the resources to shower Lin in everything she wanted. However, she grew up sheltered, and in addition to her social skills, the girl was always timid, never having the backbone to stand up for herself as someone typically did for her. That someone was usually her older sister, Mika, but she was working on herself through therapy. However, even from high up on her tower, Lin could feel the darkness cast over the city by the Stygian Snake. Over the summer, her parents went on vacation while Lin elected to stay home and noticed a suspicious amount of people turning up dead in the news due to a "natural disaster." That natural disaster turned up on her front door as it was the Stygian Snake, and it famously flattened the Liu Estate in which Lin stayed. It caused her Kindling-Event, and she would have been killed if it wasn't for her peer, Sage Pimm. Sage roped her into the Old Coven, and she felt like an alien - the Old Coven was a wild beast primarily comprised of people she wasn't used to dealing with normal teenagers. So, Lin stayed in the little clique of affluent peers that valiantly offered to fight the Stygian Snake, which were the Valos twins, Jaska, Sylvia, Sage, and Trisha. Lin didn't branch out beyond that; she was otherwise just a footsoldier in the war against the Stygian Snake. She was close to Jake Valos, and it fostered a friendship between them that eventually blossomed into a relationship. However, once the Stygian Snake was defeated, Lin wanted nothing to do with magic and was among the first to hit the door - serving herself afterward. Lin was pretty content living the rest of her life in her father's shadow and being Jake Valos's girlfriend. However, as she grew as a person and became more than just the timid, wealthy daughter of Jiao-Long, she regretted her choice to live without magic. She wished she had kept it, but there wasn't much she could do about it now that she was severed. Recently, Jake proposed to her, and now they are getting married! And she is getting her chance of regaining magic... The murders began, and suddenly, Lin found herself regressing. She got an invitation back to the Coven from Auri, but unlike Trisha, she gave Auri a polite "no" and kept it moving. Her father's security detail would do more for her than the Coven ever would. Lin is a pureblooded Chinese woman who stands at five-seven and is very bony and nerdy-looking. She is very unassuming and unthreatening. Abstraction: Lin was originally a Red Adept and used fire and light magic during the fight with the Stygian Snake. After it was defeated, she decided she wanted nothing to do with magic and severed herself, one of her vast regrets.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Here is the description for curses and artifacts so you scrubs won't get confused anymore

Artifacts & Curses

ARTIFACTS
"In the heart of every artifact lies a story waiting to be told."	Across the All-Verse, amidst the whispers of forgotten civilizations, lie items of unimaginable power and mystery imbued with magical power known as an Artifact - Enigmatic relics deeply rooted in human belief and thought. Across the All-Verse, there are countless artifacts created by Adepts with Orange-Lux, Apparitions, or some artifacts spawned from the collective consciousness of mankind. They take many shapes and sizes, and many horde them for their raw power and what they can do. Artifacts are separated into two different groups: Abstraction-Granting Artifacts, and Non-Abstraction Granting Artifacts, and the difference is simple. Abstraction-granting artifacts are relics that, when wielded by an individual, are attuned to their power, bestowing upon the user a specific Abstraction. These can range from elemental manipulation to psychic abilities, reflecting the nature of the Artifact. The main difference between this type of artifact and other kinds is that Abstraction-Granting Artifacts turn the Blind/One-Eye-Open into Agents and can not be wielded by any other form of Paranormal-Being. Non-Abstraction Granting Artifacts function differently, and can be used by anyone, even the most potent Paranormal-Being. Their magical abilities lie inside them, not bestowing an Abstraction. When wielded or activated, these artifacts exert their influence through various means, ranging from subtle manipulation to overt displays of power. These range from a magical sword to opening portals, protecting the wielder from curses, etc. These relics echo forgotten civilizations, lost knowledge, and untold mysteries. They are the keys to unlocking the universe's secrets and are the catalysts for change. Yet, for all their power, artifacts remain a mystery, their true nature known only to those with the courage and ambition to seek them out.
CURSES
"Curses are the silent whispers of history, the lingering shadows of forgotten sins, and the dark echoes of human suffering. However, they hold a hidden strength waiting to be explored."	There exists a darkness that defies explanation, a malevolent force that lurks in the dark shadows of the human psyche. These are the curses, ancient and insidious, born from the depths of human belief and emotion. These curses weave a tale of despair and destruction, leaving their mark on the souls of those unfortunate enough to be ailed by them. They are manifestations fueled by anger, hatred, and/or despair and imbued with the power to wreak havoc upon those who incur their wrath. Curses can be physical, psychological, environmental, or even more abstract. Much like artifacts, there are countless and diverse artifacts throughout the All-Verse. Still, most of them are created by Apparitions - others are created through Blue-Lux users and even rituals or by human belief, emotion, and intent - spawning from intense suffering, betrayal, or injustice. Again, much like artifacts, Curses can be divided into Abstraction-Granting Curses and Non-Abstraction Granting Curses. Abstraction-Granting Curses, from a certain point of view, can be considered a gift as they can grant a transformation, psychic abilities, and more. While cursed individuals may gain access to newfound powers or abilities, these come at a steep cost of losing life or a form of corruption. Every Abstraction-Granting Curse has a cost no matter what, and only the Blind/One-Eye-Open can receive an Abstraction-Granting Curse. On the other hand, Non-Abstraction Granting Curses are curses that anyone can receive and do not grant any boons or power whatsoever. They are strictly curses and come in many different forms, and anyone can receive these types of curses. From the depths of history to today, curses have created a tapestry of fear, despair, and tragedy throughout the All-Verse and are a present and daunting threat to those aware of them. They are the bringers of doom, the whispers of forgotten sins, and the neverending reminders of how fleeting human life is. Yet, despite adversity, there remains a glimmer of hope, a belief in the power of resilience, redemption, and the human spirit to overcome even the darkest of curses.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Here is the first batch of NPCs, a collection of dead guys I wrote up for reference. I have five more on the way that will be members of the Old Coven.

Kaiser.Draeger
51 | Nathaniel Adam Thorn | He/Him "The battle for St. Portwell will be dictated by whoever's ambition is the strongest. A bunch of children playing witch will not stop me. I will ensure that."	Description: The terrifying former leader of the Das Sonnenrad cult. Kaiser Draeger was a terrifying force in St. Portwell that absolutely ruled St. Portwell's magical scene from the shadows. He wielded so much power through himself and his followers that he could wave his hand and eliminate almost anyone in St. Portwell. However, only Kaiser Draeger's top followers knew his face, as Kaiser Draeger wore an armor that concealed his identity. Underneath it all, Kaiser Draeger was known as Nathaniel Thorn, who was merely a supervisor at an accounting firm. Even as a boy, Nathaniel yearned for power and wanted more for his life and his family than simply working under another asshole, hoping that he made it big. However, one day, the top bosses invited him to a dinner party at the Vanburen Estate (The Vanburens owned the company Nathaniel worked for). He wandered the estate drunk and eventually saw the Dragon Slayer on display. There was something about the set of armor and the sword, and he opened it, and as a joke, he put it on, intending to fool around with it... and immediately felt the power it granted him as it contorted to fit him perfectly. Nathaniel didn't want to give up this power, so he disappeared at night without a word and kept the armor in his home. He didn't believe in magic at first, but that "natural disaster" overtook St. Portwell and killed thousands of people not so long ago didn't seem all that "natural" anymore. Nathaniel broke into the Vanburen Estate again; using the Dragonslayer, he made off with several artifacts and James' journal that told stories of his adventures and the wonders of the world of magic. It was not meant for Nathaniel's eyes but opened something inside him. Nathaniel learned about the infinite potential of magic and yearned to gain that power that it hid away. However, this was Nathaniel's chance to be more than a simple accountant finally It was his chance to rule St. Portwell and beyond. Nathaniel wanted to gather others to work for him... and he saw how heavy the Alt-right/skinhead movement was in St. Portwell and decided to take advantage of it. Nathaniel started small, inducting his coworkers and close friends into the organization he would form. Eventually, he gave them the artifacts he had stolen from the Vanburen estate, and they became the top members of his organization... Das Sonnenrad, and Kaiser Draeger, were born. He didn't personally believe in the ideologies he spouted but used them as a tool to manipulate others. In a few years, Das Sonnenrad seeped their claws into every corner of St. Portwell, including the PRA. He has an entire army armed with magic and simple mundane firearms at his beck and call. It seemed nobody could stop Kaiser Draeger. Until he crossed Dollhouse. Dollhouse was a recent organization that moved from the East Coast to the West Coast... and Kaiser Draeger didn't respect or understand the power that the organization wielded. So, he robbed them of their artifacts and dared them to get them back. That was when Dollhouse manipulated the Greenwood and 8th St Covens into war with Das Sonnenrad. Kaiser Draeger was full of himself and knew they couldn't topple his organization; better men and women have tried. He watched his organization work hard on fall piece by piece, and James Carmicheal of the Greenwood Coven eventually killed him. However, his actions have deeply rattled St. Portwell to his core, and even after his death, the city still feels the lingering consequences of his actions. Abstraction: Kaiser Draeger wielded the Dragon Slayer, a powerful set of abstraction granting artifacts which he hid his identity behind. The New Thule Society recovered the artifact after his death. I'm not revealing what it does until we fight The New Thule Society.
Porter.Johnson
56 | Porter Coleman Johnson | He/Him "Director Alcott is a fool if they believe they can fix the situation in St. Portwell with the power of 'love' and 'compassion.'"	Description: The PRA was a part of Porter Johnson's life, even as a child. His father, Paul Johnson, was the previous Director of the PRA (ages before Director Alcott), and his father told him all about the world of magic... and how it was utterly dangerous, and he should want no part of it. However, his father also instilled certain prejudices in Porter Johnson that he carried to his adulthood, namely, that other races were problematic in one way or another. These prejudices were carried by Porter Johnson into his adulthood, as growing up, he felt uncomfortable around people who weren't like him. When Porter Johnson hit 18, his father got him a spot in the PRA, and it wasn't long before he retired and was replaced by somebody else. Porter Johnson rose through the ranks because he was intelligent, not as brave as he presented himself as. Porter Johnson eventually made the rank of Regional Commander, and he went from place to place, eventually ending up in St. Portwell as Director Alcott felt he had the skills and experience to help quell the chaos of the city, and because the Stygian Snake killed the previous Regional Commander. The most chaotic element at the time? Das Sonnenrad. At first, he was directing his forces to combat the organization, but he agreed with their ideology. Something that Kaiser Draeger learned about him and took advantage of, eventually befriending Porter Johnson in his civilian identity and eventually convincing him to help Das Sonnenrad. Porter Johnson not-so-subtly supported the Neo-Nazi cult and supplied them with weapons, armor, artifacts, and information. Eventually, when the war between Das Sonnenrad and the two Coven groups began, Porter Johnson sent PRA kill squads after both organizations. That was until Jacqueline Reed used her abstraction to discover the truth about Porter Johnson and contacted Nakala Phillips with the evidence to expose him. Nakala Phillips got the information up to Director Alcott, who enacted an entire purge of Porter Johnson's Nazi-aligned PRA Agents and removed him from his position. Then he fell out of a window. Happens all the time. Abstraction: Porter Johnson was a One-Eye-Open. Was, is the keyword here.
Lyric.Brown
30 | Lyric Harmony Brown | She/Her "I'm going to use Magic as a force for good! I'm going to use my magic to help people! The way it should be!"	Description: A native of Houston, Texas, who moved to St. Portwell when she was just a little girl because her father had a better opportunity there. Her next-door neighbor? Ruby White. The two were glued together and close friends who did everything together. She was the one person that Ruby showed the Grove to, and the two had fun there and partied there with her. Though, the girl possessed a talent: an obsession with music. She was a prodigy at producing beats and believed that, through music, one can change the world itself by shifting culture! So, she was a music nerd in school, talented with beats, singing, and playing different instruments. However, the state of St. Portwell changed for the worse after the defeat of the Stygian Snake, and some of its leftover Apparitions attacked her. This forced her to the Kindling Event, exposing her to the world of magic. Naturally, the first thing she did was tell her best friend, Ruby. Ruby had already formed the Greenwood Coven and told Lyric all about the world of magic and her organization. Lyric didn't have any particular love of nature as Ruby did, but she wanted to be by her side and have adventures, so she became one of the first non-Maiden members to join Greenwood. At Ruby's side, Lyric was the Melody Knight, and she used her Lux to create several different artifacts for not just the Greenwood Coven to use but also to change the world and help people. Alongside the rest of Greenwood, the Coven clashed with their arch-rivals, the 8th Street Coven, the Elite, and other wackos, treating the Greenwood Coven as more than comrades, more than friends, but family. However, one day, her fellow Greenwood members, Autumn and Felicia, were hanging out at her apartment when Das Sonnenrad goons barged in and brutally killed her and Felica (sparing Autumn because she was white). They ransacked the place for Lyric's artifacts, and this was the spark that triggered Ruby's personal vendetta against Das Sonnenrad. While Greenwood eventually defeats Das Sonnenrad and kills Kaiser Draeger, Ruby seeks to track down the artifacts that they stole to honor her memory. Abstraction: Adept - Orange & Pink Lux. Channeler: Sonic Serenity Scepter: A staff that emits calming melodies that not only soothe chaotic energies but also project empathic waves, helping those within its radius understand each other. Echo Earrings: These earrings enhance the wearer's empathy and psychic sensitivity, allowing them to perceive and interpret the emotional echoes of others through subtle sound vibrations. Harmony Paintbrush: With this enchanted paintbrush, Lyric can paint scenes with emotional resonance. The colors carry psychic energies that evoke specific emotions in those who view the artwork, influencing their moods and perceptions. Melodic Mirror: This mirror reflects physical appearances and the emotional states of those who gaze into it. Through haunting melodies, it offers insight and introspection. Aurora-Aria Amulet: The wearer of this amulet gains protection from mental/emotional magic (whether Pink-Lux, Apparition, Curse, etc) as it creates a psychic shield imbued with magical melodies. It amplifies positive emotions while dispelling negativity. Harmonic Cuffs: The cuffs resonate with the wearer's magic (whether lux, Apparition, or Aberration), amplifying their abstractions. It acts as a catalyst, enhancing the effects of their Abstraction in both range and raw power without making them uncontrollable. That Melody: Lyric's masterpiece, a pair of headphones that converted thought to sound... weirdly enough ended up in Dollhouse's hands and were given to Tayla Choi.
Felicia.Harvey
30 | Felicia Raquel Harvey | She/Her "With this power, we can save St. Portwell from itself."	Description: A girl who was a close friend of Ruby's that she went to school with. Much like fellow Green-Wood Coven sister, she is not from St. Portwell but from Cherry Hill, New Jersey, who had family from St. Portwell. Every once in a while, she would visit the city, and eventually, her family decided to move there as they thought it was a better city to raise a little girl like Felicia. From the moment she could walk and talk, she was a very wild and headstrong little girl who didn't do the whole listening thing well. Her parents fostered this attitude as they thought it necessary for Felicia to stay alive in this cold, cruel world that just took and took. However, this attitude got Felicia in trouble more often than not. In school, her rival was Ruby White; the two girls despised each other but couldn't help but respect each other deep down. So, their rivalry never came to blows or insults but a competition to see who could one-up the other. Even after graduating, the two always met somewhere, clashing egos like an invisible magnet connecting them. Felicia never hated Ruby, but she never liked her attitude... when the situation took a turn with the Stygian Snake's arrival, it left the situation tattered and countless people dead. The chaos that ensued after its defeat was no better, as Felicia was almost killed by one of its leftover thralls that the Sycamore Tree Coven missed. However, the Greenwood Coven saved Felicia, and Ruby recognized her former rival. She unmasked herself before Felicia and told her everything, eventually extending an invitation to her old rival. Felicia had no clue about magic but was interested, especially after Greenwood presented an artifact they "recovered" from the Elite: The Unicorn Gem. Felicia accepted the Gem and joined Greenwood not out of love for nature but out of a drive for adventure. She found herself a group of friends she would have for the rest of her life! She eventually became the Unicorn Knight and battled Emily G. Reed while clashing egos with Ruby. She was the balancing act for Ruby's more headstrong and eccentric behavior and was vital in keeping Ruby in line. It all went wrong one day when she was at Lyric Brown's apartment with Autumn Hayes... and Das Sonnenrad stormed the apartment and killed her and Lyric Brown before they had a chance to react, taking the Unicorn Gem. Their deaths sparked Greenwood's war with Das Sonnenrad and eventually spelled the end for Kaiser Draeger. However, the Unicorn Gem is still out there, and Ruby wants to recover it out of honor for her deceased rival... ... No, friend. Abstraction: Agent - The Unicorn Gem. A powerful artifact that granted the wielder the ability to fire powerful beams of energy out of it, the Unicorn Gem was a powerful abstraction-granting artifact that was passed from one hand to another (or more accurately, forehead). It was an artifact that could grow out of Felicia's head at will, and she could fire a barrage of golden beams that hit with concussive force. These beams could be fired machine-gun style, or she could charge up and create one powerful beam that could clear several city blocks if she charged it up to max.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Sabrina Vanburen.

Interactions: Vashti (@Atrophy), Linqian (@FernStone), Layla (@Estylwen), Edict (@AtomicEmperor), & Lynn (@NoriWasHere).

Cracker Island. The Halloween Festival.

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Britney's phone buzzed; she reached down into her purse (which, to her admission, did not match her costume at all) and pulled out her phone. It was from Lyn... and she sighed when she saw it.

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Hider

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Britney sighed, then her eyes shot wide open when she realized that not only did the sealing not go as planned (to say the least), but Emily was here. At the very least, it was great to know that Emily had not grown or changed at all and was still as horrible as ever. But that also meant that it was a high probability that...

“Hey bro! It’s been so long. Am I happy to see that you’re well!”

Vashti

... More of Emily's goons were here.

Britney looked up from her phone to see one of the people she had done wrong: Vashti Nour. The woman that she gave the Leviathan curse was just a little girl, but after the Stygian Snake went down, Ashley hit her with the Apparition Killer and got rid of the Leviathan. The idealistic part of Britney wants to say that meant that she was of no threat but given the sudden rainstorm... Vashti still had an abstraction. Britney stared Vashti down as she ranted on and on...

”... Great to see you're still unhinged as ever, Vashti,” Britney muttered under her breath as she narrowed her eyes at Vashti. There was that part of Britney that hoped that Vashti had the sense to realize that starting a fight here of all places was not the move. However, it seems ten years by Emily's side did not change Vashti for the better. She was probably worse. Far, far worse.

Britney had to weigh her options here... Talking Vashti down was not an option. She didn't have the Noble Vow on her - and then she regretted not dressing up as a knight to have the damn sword on her (she could cleave Vashti's head off in one blow), but it is what it is. Starting a fight here was not optimal with the amount of people nearby, but Britney was going to do anything to stay alive. Britney briefly glanced at Sabrina and Layla - especially after the latter grabbed her arm.

And she would ensure that her friends didn't get hurt in the confrontation.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Vashti," Britney began, not breaking eye contact with Vashti for a moment. "I'm not scared of you, either. In fact. I'll kill you here and now if that's what you want." She smiled at her...

"Britney? Brit!"

Edict

Britney heard Edict's voice and had to resist the urge to break eye contact with Vashti, as that could spell certain death.

"Woah! Woooooah, God Damn, I guess you embraced life as Emily's pet lizard!? Clear the fuck off, Nashty Hoor, before someone calls animal control."

Edict

”Fucking back off, Vashti. You try fuck with one of us, you gotta fuck all of us. Fuck right off before I shove my knee up your fucking crocodile ass.”

Linqian

Edict and Linqian came alongside Edict and said something that would have made her facepalm otherwise - but she found it endearing. Britney seemed to have the superfriends at her side, not that it emboldened her. She crossed her arms as she said to Vashti,

"Your homegirl Emily is probably rightfully getting her ass kicked right now, and I wish I were there to see it..." She began. "So maybe you should help her, and have a great night with the rest of your goons. Go bob some apples. I don't know. Finally, do something constructive in your life for once. Because I don't think you came out here for me."

... Then Sabrina stepped in.

The Vanburen girl had stepped forward and said,

"Hi, Ms. Nour, I'm Sabrina VANBUREN," Sabrina put a suspicious amount of emphasis on her last name. "We have some mutual contacts. Maybe I can phone them, and we can all sit down and discuss this...?"

Britney noticed that, in her hands, Sabrina was creating a black cloth...

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Interactions: Trisha (@FernStone).

Cracker Island. The Halloween Festival.

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Shayton remained standing at the boat's helm... or whatever the hell it was called, and Adora watched him.

She was suspicious of him, and right now, it paid to be suspicious of everything strange that happened to Adora: that dream, that man, and their conversation with Kari Wilson. Now, Adora believed that Lyss just made a little hiccup in summoning her due to the tear gas fucking her up, but at the same time... there was something odd about it all.

Also, they didn't have any leads at the moment.

Adora glanced downwards to her phone, then back to the man... Auri told Adora to keep it to herself, saying that she didn't want to tell the group just yet because she wanted everyone to lay low for a bit due to the raid. She also justified it by saying that weirdo Alizée Altieri rushed off by herself and got killed and put the Coven on the Wolfpack's radar. She wishes she fucking knew before she came here, but it is what it is. It is what it is...

The temptation to strike out on her own grew greater and greater.

For now, Adora was going to play along; at least (with her help), they finally have a lead. Because at this point, ANYTHING was a lead, and that was how the cookie crumbled. The boat finally docked, and Adora glanced at the stranger, Shayton, and saw him stand on the sides as he waited for everyone else to get off. Adora did the same and saw him calmly walk off the boat. It was go-time; Adora hopped to her wheels (?) and roller-skated off the side of the boat.

She glided on the boat's deck until she reached the ramp and gulped as she carefully used the railing to slide down. Adora tailed Shayton as the geriatric bastard had a stroll (Does he even need that damn cane?), and she stayed on the path; otherwise, she was going to fall on her ass. Where was he going...? Maybe she was just being a paranoid stalker, and Anya was right when she called her-

“Hey! Adora!”

This bitch

Adora instinctively whipped her head towards Trisha, then back to Shayton, and she saw Shayton turn over his shoulder to look at her. Adora grimaced.

Busted.

Adora looked over to see Trisha Vanburen and sighed as she touched her hip. She barely remembered Trisha as she was one of the many that she suppressed the memory of.

For good reason...

“It’s been so long- wow! I did not expect to see you here. I can’t believe you’d come to something like this… You seemed like a complete loser ten years ago. Glad you’ve gotten better, really.”

Trisha

... Trisha was a cunt.

Adora crossed her arms as she stared Trisha down... she could hear the bees that she probably hid underneath her shitty costume. That wasn't going to make Adora flee... while she knew that she was functionally just an ordinary person with an Emotional-Field, she wouldn't let anyone bully her. Even if she was outclassed. So, she smiled wide. She glanced in Shayton's direction - or where he was because the old bastard was long gone (Damn it!). She put her hands together by her face and began,

"... Oh, hello friend! It's great to see you again!" Adora began, then she felt a breeze and remembered that she typically covered herself up. This carhop outfit was meant to be cutesy, but she forgot it didn't cover much. Her well-toned thighs and arms were on full display (usually, she wasn't anyone's eye candy, but she made an exception for today) as she got assaulted by the late October, early November weather. She put a hand on her hip, "I was in the middle of something, thank you, but I'm more than happy to give you the attention your daddy never gave you!"

Adora chuckled as she did a little twirl; when she came full circle, she held both ends of her skirt by the tip.

"Oh! By the way, what do you think of my costume? Cute, ain't it? I know you're just salivating right now. Because why else would you come and bother me when there are other things you could be doing with your life? Maybe a lucky breeze will come by, and bless you! You'd LOVE that, wouldn't you, Triiiiiiiiiiisha?"

She narrowed her eyes as she smiled like a fool. This was so going to end in someone getting punched in the face and/or getting their feelings hurt.

And it sure as hell wasn't going to be Adora.

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The PRA.

Interactions: Lila (@NoriWasHere), Stormy (@Blizz), & Luca/Bianca (@FernStone).

The Halloween Festival. Docks to the Drinkline. Cracker Island.

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The ferry with the PRA Agents docked on Cracker Island, and they all assembled some distance away from the boat.

"Okay, enjoy yourselves, and officially you are all on duty, so you can't officially drink," Meifeng started, waving her feather duster around, "But, a few beers or some shots won't hurt anyone... except for you, Trevor. You can't drink anything."

"Awww..." Trevor slumped forward.

"I could use some shots," Samson put his hands behind his head, then glanced at Trevor and the others, "I guess we're sticking together because we're the Power Rangers."

"Of course!" Trevor did a fist pump.

"Let's go already; Momma needs some wine!" Cindy chuckled.

That was when the PRA Agents split up; Meifeng and Cindy went with the Power Rangers to the drink line... and the first thing that Meifeng noticed was the crows assembling and then screaming and shouting. The first thing that came to mind was that somebody was already throwing magic around... thankfully, it was already at the place that Meifeng was already heading. Hopefully, it was nothing or a problem she could wave her hand at and make disappear.

When Meifeng penetrated the assembled crowd, she couldn't help but sigh. It was Miss Reed's people... the second she noticed Emily there, she could pick out various members of 8th Street from the crowd. But, there were various members of the Sycamore Tree Coven, including that one girl who couldn't seem to control her emotions, the child that got bottle-fed by Cindy (and Meifeng refused to let her live that one down), and some of the others. There was some bizarre exorcism scene going on here, all out in the open.

For the love... if she had to return to that office, there would be hell to pay.

"... Good grief," Meifeng said as she walked over, Cindy by her side, feather duster slung over her shoulder. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that Maximilian (dressed as the Blue Power Ranger) had followed behind her; the rest of the PRA Rangers were on standby. Not that Meifeng needed them. Meifeng turned towards the group and said, "You lot are as subtle as those goddamn teenagers..."

Meifeng rolled her eyes as she glanced at Emily... who was thrashing about something, and Meifeng narrowed her eyes at her. "Can you go one day without causing some trouble, Ms. Reed?"

"Hey now! He hit me and then made hi-"

"Go," Meifeng commanded.

"Bu-"

"I said go."

Emily and 8th Street dispersed afterward before she turned her attention to Stormy and Luca,

"So, I take it the situation is under control? I hope so, because I'm hoping all of us can..." Meifeng started... before the various members of the Coven looked at her funny. Her eyebrow furrowed as she stuck her hands out.

"... Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Fiona waved at Jasper from the crowd. He probably didn't notice, or have a clue who she was.

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The 8th Street Coven.

Interactions: Lila (@NoriWasHere), Stormy (@Blizz), & Luca (@FernStone).

The Halloween Festival, The Drink line. Cracker Island.

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Emily grinned as Lila let her pull her strings and Luca too. He didn't say it, but Emily knew her words cut deep into the boy... because as much of an idiot he is, even he could see that she was not wrong. It was enough to let The Rot take him over, and maybe it would finally abscise him, and she'd have a helpful minion... but then she forgot about Lila and her goddamn birds. The birds began shitting on Emily...

... And one drop was unfortunate enough to land in her mouth.

"AH!" Emily gagged as she desperately tried to get the bird feces out of her mouth, getting on her hands and knees as she tried to wipe it out with this stupid costume. The tears disappeared as it was replaced with pure rage. "You fucking bitch, Micheal! I swear to God-"

Emily didn't care; she was about to use Babylon and torch the birds and Lila - but then Stormy stepped in. Mr. Hero... she twisted her face up at him as he activated the Phantombane Aura. Babylon put her hands up as she screamed,

"OOOOOOH NO, I'M MELTING..."

She disappeared as Emily wanted to burn Stormy anyway, as he seemed concerned with Luca, and nobody takes power away from Emily G. Reed. Not if they wanted to live. She created a fire in her hands...

"... Good grief,"

Meifeng

It was Meifeng Liao, that bitch... she came in shaking her flat ass as if she owned the goddamn place. Emily narrowed her eyes as Meifeng came in and told her to leave.

That was when Carol rolled in, spinning as her eyes landed on Luca and Stormy.

"... Thank you for helping that motherfucker, Stormy," Carol narrowed her eyes. "I appreciate it. I appreciate it a lot."

"... Let's just go!" Miranda shouted as she yanked Emily by her sleeve. "I gotta get bird shit off me now."

Emily sighed as she let her two sisters pull her away, but she had some parting words for Lila and the Coven.

"Don't worry, Micheal!" Emily shouted as she left, "I'm going to get you back! Don't you worry! And I fucking dare the rest of those sluts to get in my way!"

"Yeah, sleep easy, pal," George said as he walked away... covered in bird shit. Carol was behind them, and flipped everyone off as she rolled away.

They disappeared into the crowd.

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Auri Auclair, Justin Haggar, & Odessa Maxwell.

Interactions: Lynn (@NoriWasHere).

Cracker Island, Auri's stand. The Halloween Festival.

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Auri had her stand... selling flowers and paintings she had drawn. However, there was that part of her that wanted to be out there enjoying herself!

But the Halloween Festival was too lucrative of an opportunity to pass up.

Auri's Flower Stand was cheap, with just three foldable tables with some clothes on top of them and various colorful flowers stacked on top of them. She also had her best paintings on display behind her... and she sat down in her chair with her hands together... wearing a robot costume that she had made by hand. There wasn't a steady flow of business, but occasionally, someone came by. However, she was content with sitting here relaxing and not getting murdered.

"... Hey," She heard the voice of Justin Haggar, her boyfriend, who stood over her with his hand on the table before her. "Can I come in?"

He had regular clothes, a navy-blue sweater, some jeans, sometimes, but he had a facepaint of cybernetics on his face.

"Free country," Auri said as Justin walked behind her stand with all her different paintings and leaned against one of the tables with his arms crossed.

"So..." Justin asked, "A detective approached me yesterday..."

"... Oh boy," Auri said with a roll of her eyes as she turned around.

"He asked about where I was a week ago and all these other questions because four of your friends who came to your little book club last week were murdered..." Justin trailed off, "Naturally, I told him to fuck off, but.."

He narrowed his eyes, "... Four people who were in your flower shop turned up dead. Four." Justin raised four fingers. "Why didn't you tell me this? What is going on?"

Auri bit her nails as she looked to the left and right. "I mean, I was going to, but... how about we talk about this somewhere private? There are too many people here who could listen, and I'm working right now and..." She nervously continued, but that wasn't the crux of this.

As Auri spoke, Justin noticed a strange sight... a robed figure rising from the other side of the stand. Smiling wide as she possibly could, and breathing. Not just lightly but deeply breathing as if she was Darth Vader. She slowly rose, and Justin looked over Auri's shoulders with his eyebrows furrowed, looking as confused as he could as Odessa stood to her feet. Placing both hands on the side of the stands.

"Uhhh..." Justin's jaw dropped as, naturally, he was at a complete loss for words, then he pointed at Odessa and Auri turned around and said with a smile,

"Odessa! Friend!" Auri hopped around and grabbed Odessa's hands. "How have you been doing!?"

"Great!" Odessa said as she held hands with Auri, smiling back in a way I hope won't make this interaction sound gay, "I saw you looking sad and I thought you could use some cheering up, friend!"

"You have some weird ass friend, Auri..." Justin groaned as he narrowed his eyes at Odessa. "Yeah, I'm calling you weird."

"Weird?" Odessa tilted her head with that unhinged smile on her face. "I guess that could be used to define me. Possibly. To me, I'm normal. I am like an alien. It's not an incorrect assessment, but still! Am I weird because I am unnatural, or is it because I am something that you are not used to? It's all about perspective. And you could expand your own!" She smiled.

Justin was awestruck.

"... I've seen enough," Justin immediately left after seeing that. Odessa stared at him as he left... then rotated on her heel to face Auri.

"So now that he's gone..." Odessa said, "What would you like to talk about? I saw you looking a little bit sad... What is on your mind, Auri Aeriel Auclair? Could it be..." She laughed, holding a hand to her mouth.

"... Could it be what you told me about the other day with Kari? And friend Alyssa?" Odessa asked.

Auri put a finger to her mouth, shushing Odessa,

"Sssssssssh! Don't say that too loudly!" Auri said, "My... Coven sisters -^{and brothers}- are everywhere. I don't want them to hear this!"

"Why hide things from them, Auri?" Odessa said, tilting her head. "Is a major breakthrough on the murders something you should hide from your friends? The people who love and trust you?" She laughed.

"I am not hiding things from them, well... I am, but I don't want them to know I'm telling you about this," Auri said. "And I don't want anyone to get anxious, jump the gun, and get into more trouble when we should really be laying low after the disaster that was last week. I would at least like to be with them this time so we can avoid incidents like last week."

"... That's not going to make them trust you, you know!" Odessa smiled at Auri. "I bet at least one person will ask you why you didn't tell them sooner..."

Auri was silent.

"But, let me stop here," Odessa rolled her eyes with that catty smile. "That's not what's on your mind... Unfortunately, I was blessed with this amazing body and personality but not the gift of telepathy..."

Odessa laughed, and Auri shook her head from underneath that robot mask.

"It's... It is Kari," Auri started as she leaned over her counter, sighing. "I just... I don't... none of it makes sense. Adora thinks that Lyss summoned the wrong spirit, but Lyss claims that it has to be Kari's soul that she summoned. But that leaves too many questions... why exactly would it be a different Kari? To my knowledge, Kari was a White-Adept. That can't change dimensions, can it?"

Odessa put a finger on her chin,

"Hmmmmmmm... well, there are infinite possibilities here," Odessa began, raising a finger in the air, "It's possible that Kari did something to erase her own memories - maybe she wanted to forget the horror of the Stygian Snake - but outside malfeasance is just as likely!"

Odessa began her explanation before she continued, "Someone could have kidnapped Kari; she certainly does seem like a super useful and powerful Adept I would love to have on my side - if I had a side! But, if what you told me is correct..."

Odessa trailed off, "... It's possible your killer, Father Wolf, kidnapped Kari to help him with his or her murders. It would make too much sense, wouldn't it? She had Spells that could remotely observe people! It would explain how he or she can come at the perfect time and vanish without a trace. Alternatively, it could be Kari... Could not be Kari at the same time!"

Odessa then shrugged.

"... Bottom line is that maybe the only way you can get to the bottom of this is to find your Kari," She smiled, laughing at how cheesy that line was.

"How do I find my Kari?" Auri asked.

"Well!" Odessa started, "Only you have the answer to that! Let me tell you something... Magic... it has a funny way of leading people to places, helping people find their destiny. Magic and fate are practically one and the same! You just need to find Kari's scent..."

Odessa smiled.

"... And then magic will do the rest."

"I..." Auri was at a loss for words before she nodded and said, "... I will find Kari Wilson."

"That's the spirit!" Odessa shouted, "Not like you have any other options! Or leads!"

"Will you help me, Odessa?" Auri asked.

"I wish I could..." Odessa trailed off, "... But, this is your battle, your destiny; it would be doing you a disservice to rob you of this! Your fate! But beeeeeeee careful, as it's possible this could go beyond mere murders! This could change the world itself! Regardless of where it starts or where it ends, I am rooting for you nonetheless, friend! You have no other option other than to win."

Auri smiled... then her phone buzzed. She pulled out her phone and read the text messages... Naturally, Emily was still as horrible as ever, and Auri was glad she wasn't a hellspawn in her flower shop and beyond. The issue was that something about sealing that involved Lila; her hand was a monstrous talon.

Auri Auclair did not know about this.

Naturally, Lynn didn't tell Auri where this was going on - however, even she could see the chaos the crows left in the distance. There was that part of her that just wished that the Coven could just chill for just one day. Auri didn't want to leave her flower stand, but... she dove underneath the counter, pulling out a triangle-shaped CLOSED sign and then the Butterfly Staff.

She ran towards the eye of the storm, unaware that Odessa was skipping after her.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree NPC List

The Temple

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Lynette and her Crones

Lynette.Hunter-Richoux
52 | Lynette Hunter-Richoux | She/Her "The future is for people like us. They'll have their place in the badlands and the savage realms, and we will bask in the light of Eden." @AtomicEmperor	Description: Lynette was a (mostly) normal girl until she met the Richoux clan. Hailing from the Hunter family in the St. Portwell area, Lynette was bound to a small coven in upstate New York where she was able to freely study her abstraction among the company of skilled witches. Among them, another young witch named Annalise Richoux would quickly befriend the young Lynette, and the two would spend their weekends together in the civilized world of New York City among the gilded halls of the Richoux family estate. It was there she would, in her studious nature, begin to press upon the family's heritage and pry into whatever secrets her friend would give her to. This would lead to her induction into L'église de la Nouvelle Lumière: The Church of New Light. She'd come from a sleepy place, and to hear the clan's philosophy as their bloodline stretched back through the sands of time, she became enraptured with the sensation that people like them; Adepts and the world outside the Blind were meant to hold great power in their hands. To wield it like a sword and a shield, and to use that power for fair good in the world. It was a lot for an impressionable nineteen year old. Those days were the best for Lynette. Shortly after her first times with the Richoux clan, she met Maxwell; heir to the house whose boxing career was already shaping up to be a legendary affair. Eventually her presence in the Northern coven waned in favor of ringside seats and apparition hunting with her new family who quickly welcomed her intellect and skill to their retinue of globetrotting Hunters. Eventually the two became inseparable, living and working closely with one another until the inevitable came. Lynette took the family name, submitting herself entirely to the cause of the New Light and dedicating herself to the Richoux family in a way she never imagined she would. Her own family became secondary, and with her new position she began to cultivate followers of her own. Shortly after the birth of their first son Leon, Lynette revealed that she had a vision as a child: She, and a million other children, gathered beneath the light of a burning tree so vast that it lit the nighttime sky like daylight and burned away their hair and clothes until nothing but the pureness of human youth remained. In the wake of the fire, the sun rose through the clouds of ash, and Eden grew around them from the dessicated Earth. Using prophetic text from the various works of New Light prophets and philosophers, she was supported by Maxwell in proclaiming herself as Prophet. Maxwell saw fit to follow her lead, providing his family the ability to uproot from their New York roots to move back to the land this Prophet promised: St. Portwell. In order to avoid prodding eyes, her direct flock took a new name: The Temple of Charming and Graceful Individuals. From this, Lynette has been able to redistribute her family's ancient fortune into a chain of different locally owned businesses that allow the Temple to present community outreach and accrue new followers. Blind or not, donations are always necessary, and Lynette continues her various attempts to round up the disparate groups of Adepts scattered about St. Portwell in the hopes that one day her dreams will come true and Eden will reign in St. Portwell. For Leon, she acts as an advisor when necessary, and a Pimp when it suits her. Leon is her bargaining chip; having taken to walking in his father's footsteps so closely, he serves her directly as a dog loyal to her vision as God's mouthpiece and his Matron. She tells him to show up at a local event, he does so without question. She tells him that a person is a threat to the Temple, he ensures they're stripped and flushed. In turn, she spoils him and pampers him as the Eldest child, praising him and his mastery over the beast imprisoned in his body. Abstraction: Lynette is a White Lux user whose Channeler is an old book of nursery rhymes. Wallpaper: Writing a small poem upon a piece of paper allows Lynette to hear through it as if she were standing in that exact position. In turn, the paper can be applied to any flat surface and blend in seamlessly with its background, camouflaging it completely. Peek Ahead: Lynette is able to take a small peek forward in time as one can do while reading a book. Essentially, Lynette frequently dreams of scenes and visions of everyday life, and can remember these dreams with incredible clarity for a long period of time. Ninety-nine percent of the time these visions are utterly worthless alone, but like any Prophet, Lynette has taught herself methods to "read the bones" and is able to interpret meaning where there may not actually be any.
Clarissa.Natale
50 | Clarissa Natale | She/Her "Run all you like. This is fun for me." @AtomicEmperor	Description: Born Clarabel Hayworth, Clarissa grew up in a harsh environment where every day was spent expecting the worst. Her first word was "trouble", emphasized with a questioning tone and a shrug to match. It never seemed to effect her demeanor, growing into a chipper young woman who saught the peace and escape that she could. Her days were full of anticipation, more and more like a pressurized bottle waiting to burst until finally it did. In a manic breakdown, a young teenager broke into her local library and spent the night surrounded by a fort of books that came down in piles from the shelves above. As the only individual present at her own Awakening, she chooses to keep the secret of what happened that night as just that; another secret in a long line of mistique that eventually led her into the arms of The Church of New Light. Like her Husband, Clarissa arrived as an acolyte seeking control over her own abilities, as they had grown to plague her every day lifestyle and ability to maintain her sanity. What her teachers and advisors found was a young woman trapped in a cycle of accidental realmwalking that required a great deal of studying before being fully understood. In those days, another newcomer to the cult was Lynette Hunter, who Clarissa would come to form a friendship with based on their mutual desire for privacy and a joined desire for peace and tranquility among mankind. This makes Lynette's prophecies of New Eden especially tantilizing to Clarissa, who has since dedicated herself to making such peace by any means necessary. Using her unique realm shifting ability, honed by the Richoux's scholars for many years, she has served as a pivotal member of Lynette's personal inner circle. Alongside her husband Furio, the two form the Temple's premiere strike team, keeping a constant vigil on their burgeoning garden and pruning anything deemed necessary by their arch gardener. Abstraction: Clarissa is a Purple Lux Adept whose Channeler is a .38 snubnose revolver. Hijack: Clarissa's primarily developed spell allows her to detect and utilize the residual energy of magical entities crossing between realms. Under her control, this residual energy can be used to reopen the crack previously made by the entity, allowing a small number of individuals to follow through the gap uninhibited. Danse Macabre: Beyond her affinity for sniffing out and reusing other Purple Lux user's portals, Clarissa is well studied in short range teleportation techniques. Specifically, the spell she's developed consists of mirror portals. Summoning one doesn't do anything, but in pairs or larger groups these portals can be walked between seamlessly. The portals do not directly correlate to one another, and as such the location from which you immerge after entering can seem random, but any strong aura reading White Lux user would be able to tell that the portals are constantly swapping their partners in a deadly dance.
Harietta "Hari".Von Voletta
21 | Harietta "Hari" Von Voletta | She/Her "This is absolutely not in the book." @AtomicEmperor	Description: There are two ways a child under the age of eighteen joins the Temple of Charming and Graceful Individuals: If you're a child of a dedicated follower, or if you're a magical stray who happens to catch the whiff of Lux wafting up through the ground of their campus. Hari Von Voletta is part of the latter group, and like many followers of the previous decade who had come to them, Hari is one of the first of the New Generation to come. She arrived after the Sycamore Tree Coven's greatest deed, and only knows St. Portwell in a tenuous peace, without the chaos and open warfare of the magical underground that had existed previously. Her arrival five years ago was met by a dogged and exhausted Lynette, who was very quickly losing her grip on several daughters who pulled in different directions. Mia, her blood, was already cold and under the spike on a constant basis, while her chosen had already left, or were ready to leave her side. There was a call about a girl who was trying to chat up people outside of a Temple-owned establishment. When staff attempted to "insure her compliance" they found a strong, hardened Emotional Field brushing their attempts to the side. Thus, the carrot, rather than the stick, was employed. As the kids say, "real recognizes real.", and the very capable Pink Lux adept was brought to the Temple to be questioned. Lynette appreciated the story the girl told, about her awful life and her rejection. Her struggle for survival. Of course Lynette took her in. A consummate foster parent, the paperwork was done up by her contacts in the State the next day. Nobody batted an eye when the girl started living in the Dorms and doing as she pleased. The problem seemed to be that despite that strange teacher's pet attitude she had, she was a genuinely pleasant girl. Not only, but strong willed and good natured; uncommon for someone who would've had all the trust issues of a homeless teen. It was like she didn't have any baggage at all. Five years on, and it's a well known fact that Hari Von Voletta is a fugitive hiding out from her Thirteenth Generation Belgian Lux Dynasty. Not that she was from Belgium or anything; her family had settled on Chicago as their American headquarters, and they were three generations deep already. The Von Voletta line hasn't made any sort of move against the Temple, and while they did figure out what her real story was, Lynette has been unsuccessful in returning the girl to her home. As such, she's stuck around, and while she's mellowed out her direct involvement with her Foster Mother, she's remained close with the Richoux siblings. Particularly Mia, both of whom share a secret and sordid relationship between one another, and their opiate of choice (Or their frequent battles against it). Abstraction: Hari is a Pink Lux Adept whose Channeler is a men's black leather belt. Famous for their diplomatic efforts in European politics, the Von Voletta family utilize Pink Lux spells passed down through generations in order to settle disputes through a specially developed set of skills: The Equality of Man. In essence, Hari excels in combining minds together into pools of thought and concept. At its most basic version, it's a tool that allows individuals to understand and accept one another when all other options of discussion have failed. At its most powerful, effected minds can be pooled together and re-allocated into different bodies with completely jumbled results, creating an essentially new set of individuals who are combined results of several constituents.

Children of Grace

Mia.Richoux
21 | Mia Richoux | She/Her "Oh I'll be sure to get on that right after, uh... Never." @AtomicEmperor	Description: Mia is the youngest of the five Richoux siblings. Leon's baby sister and the only other child left in the immediate St. Portwell area, Mia is more a trouble maker than she is any sort of scion of the Richoux clan. Far removed from the family responsibility, she had been her father's pretty little princess until his untimely disappearance. She's never gotten over it, and more or less lives in a position where not even her Mother bothers with much concern for the girl. Though still a practicing follower of the New Light, Mia enjoys perhaps the greatest privilege a member of their inner circle can: Full autonomy. She's been allowed to study as she's seen fit, allowed to make money how she pleased, had no push from her Mother toward a particularly beneficial path for the Temple. Mia is free to be a hellion. As such, she's done exactly what a depressed and listless individual does: Get sucked up into life in the city. Or, she would were it not for Leon. She had a few years where things were touch and go, hitching busses out to different states, dragging herself back home like a cat out in the rain after a few months only to get cagey and run away again. When she was arrested on her twentieth birthday somewhere outside Las Vegas, Leon made a promise to his Father's memory that he'd make sure it didn't end like that. Since then, he's done his best to keep her around and sober without stressing her and forcing her into things that she would reject. It's been a project, but at least she's not out on the street doing whatever the fuck she was doing before. She even has a job that she likes; Leon hooked her up with a gig at a local smoke shop with the kind of crowd she enjoys. She's made connections with people who she left a long time ago, and the two of them have even started work on her Lux after it had been neglected for so long. Now she's mostly a nuisance to Leon, as she's become extremely receptive to his resemblance to their missing Father in both physical appearance and outward attitude. Her fragile psyche has built a strong dependence on her elder brother's guidance and approval, though he hopes that one day her continued therapy and treatment will allow her to be dependent on herself. Despite the road bumps that occasionally come up, Leon is as devoted to his sister as he is his Mother, and the two share a bond that Leon hopes can ultimately help her heal. Abstraction: Mia is an Orange/White Lux user whose Channeler is a black beanie hat. Toymaker: Utilizing both Orange and White, Mia is able to enchant items of her own creation. This enchantment allows her to inhabit these creations remotely, observing and controlling the object based on its typical function.
Elise.Richoux
27 | Elise Richoux | She/Her "Bless our fucked up Family and keep us safe from harm." @AtomicEmperor	Description: The Eldest Richoux daughter, Elise Simone has always had her feet and legs beaten into a direction that she was expected to walk. As her daughter, Lynette had expectations for Elise that mirrored her husband's expectations for their firstborn child. From the moment she was able to walk, she was being goaded and coaxed into Kindling by her parents. Once she was, which was significantly earlier than her elder brother who was two years older than her, her first lessons of spell casting were conducted by Lynette herself, whose goal was to imprint upon her a sense of duty and responsibility that went beyond Gravity's desire to see his family fortune and precious remaining Artifacts kept safe. The way she saw it, if she had some sort of gift for clairvoyance, her daughter had to have the same gift. It was slow going, the process of finding out that she did not in fact have those same inclinations. A large, bitter pill that Lynette was forced to swallow as her daughter grew older and less inclined to magics involving the observation of the future. At first, Lynette couldn't think of anything else but to brute force the affinity, exposing the girl to constant White Lux energy in the form of a constant bombardment of spells constantly monitoring her aura, her actions, and generally surveilling her one hundred percent of the time. Long past traumatic, Elise was essentially a prisoner of her Mother's eye as she tried to have something of a life of her own. Held back even from joining a public school like Leon, it took until Gravity's disappearance for Lynette to finally get the hint that she wasn't getting anywhere. At the time, Elise needed time to heal herself. Rather than trap her daughter any longer, Lynette urged her to New York where she had spent her formative years. The same Coven Lynette came from accepted Elise with open arms, and she was gone from St. Portwell before the Stygian Snake's invasion began. In those luscious green forests of the North East, Elise found sisterhood and acceptance where before she'd found only expectation and observation. Not only that, but she found that she enjoyed working and collaborating with others, as well as caretaking and pampering. Slowly but surely, Elise found her mundane niche before she ever felt some sort of spell that connected with her. Now, at twenty-seven, she's come into her own in a very big way. The experience and skills she gained not only concerning her personal spellcraft, but in mundane life styling. This has made her an incredibly important face for the Temple of Charming and Graceful Individuals, and as her relationship has repaired with her mother, she's become quite the reborn spiritual leader as well. Currently she's in charge of The Temple's Corporate face, most of her work coming out of the Temple's hotel Chateau de'Archange located in an isolated part of South-Eastern Oregon roughly an hour outside St. Portwell. Abstraction: Elise is an Orange White Adept whose Channeler is an ancient stuffed bear. Elise spent the first part of her life basically ignoring her Orange Lux, rarely having the kind of courage it took to cast any of the spells in the first place. Lynette attempted to develop a spell alongside the girl to access her own prescient gifts that she'd assumed existed. Where Elise actually excels is in analytical detection. Rather than directly reading the mind, Elise has developed a repertoire of spells meant to read, store and recall individuals and their personal actions and quirks. She's also become somewhat famous for her magical moving pictures, which she creates by utilizing her wide databank and almost video-camera like observation to enchant pictures which move as if they're miniature video screens.
Casey.Richoux
25 | Casaeu "Casey" Richoux | He/Him "I can't turn my back on them. They don't deserve it."@AtomicEmperor	Description: Second son of Gravity and the Prophet, Casaeu Gerard Richoux was born at a tumultuous time in the Temple's history. Focused on the ever-increasing danger of butting headlong into St. Portwell's magical underworld, Maxwell and Lynette had enough on their plate that the distraction of another child hadn't been on either of their minds. It's too bad their habitual comfort-seeking in one another couldn't wait. As Casey grew up, time seemed to forget him from his own personal observation. The only child his mother didn't have the time to breast-feed, it wasn't often either of his parents were present in his life until they managed to wrangle support to their side just in time for Junior to be born. While his youngest sister Mia struggled and troubled her way out of family obligation, Casey seemed mostly left to his own devices. The only thing that seemed important to his Father, who only really included him in the picture as a stick for Leon to beat on, was that he be Kindled. Year after year it didn't happen, even after Gravity's disappearance. With a lack of nostalgic good times that his siblings had for the love of life they'd been given, Casey seemed distant and cold. It wasn't until he found the courage to leave his surroundings that he did Kindle. After years of agonizing over what would happen if he fled the Cult he'd been born into; about what the consequences would be knowing there was a world of magic out there that he couldn't see, Casey made the choice to join the Military. Figuring that it didn't matter if he lived or died, Casey sought active duty in the name of the Mundane government that he imagined may provide him with the family he never had. He was right, and in the middle of a deployment, in the middle of a fire fight, Casey Richoux was Kindled in the blood of his dying battle brothers as he stood to hold the ground that nobody else could. Since then, he's seen several more deployments, eventually making his way toward desk work in the Reserves. While typically not interested in dealing with his family's dysfunction, he's been pulled back to St. Portwell at the behest of Leon, who has wanted to bury the hatched with his brother for many years. It was therapeutic for both parties, and since then he's come to terms with the circumstance of his youth. He's begun to make genuine and active motions to return to the fold of his first family, even coming to develop a renewed relationship with his Mother, which we know is probably not good. Abstraction: Casey is an Orange White Adept whose Channeler is an old combat glove. Casey had always seen his siblings studying and pouring over the Richoux tomes, but given his unique circumstance those dusty old books were totally useless to him until he was much older. Being born from such a venerable noble line, Casey shares a strong aptitude for Orange Lux. Unlike the others, he has an uncanny knack for spellcraft, developing a laundry list of basic enchantments that focus around the improvement and usage of Firearms, Body Armor and preparation of Ammunition. Weightless guns, endless magazines, spell-infused bullets, plate strengthening: An operation that he's since taken into the Temple, making him responsible for occasional duties as their part-time armorer.
Maxwell "June".Richoux V
23 | Maxwell "June" Richoux V. | He/Him "Dad never left: He lives on in our blood and tradition." @AtomicEmperor	Description: Probably the most intense out of the Siblings Richoux, Maxwell Selen L'mond Richoux V is known by the title Junior, which he proudly carries in the form of the pet name June. This hot-headed lion of a man carries a great deal of weight in the form of insecurities that drive him toward emotional outbursts, these moments typically ending in some sort of spectacle. In truth, June feels strongly at odds with the world he's been placed into, finding mundane life difficult to adjust to. As such, he's become something of a sheltered and hermited individual whose time spent among the outside world is done with great frustration and angst. This quiet discontent has slowly developed over the years into something of a superiority complex, his opinion of Blinds exceedingly low as a result. Rather than correct the behavior, the vast majority of people in his life encourage this behavior. Lady Richoux has few qualms about a sense of bitterness toward the Blind and mundane, so long as their own flock are considered as some sort of exception. This is not always the case, and there are plenty of instances of June taking advantage of his position in one way or another. That being said, he's often seen as charismatic by those Kindled Acolytes who he keeps in his company, and naturally he's found himself in charge of something akin to a sect of his family's organization. He wouldn't be so dangerous if he wasn't smart to boot. With a genius level IQ, June has been taking college classes since he was sixteen, studying at an Ivy League University and coming out with a master's degree in theology with a minor in child psychology. Currently in the middle of his doctorate, Max is able to use his position in the Temple to claim work experience and inflate his hours of service in order to qualify as soon as possible. For the purpose of his employment, June's been brought onto the Temple's active staff as a youth pastor. In reality, he's found a great talent in sniffing out people with potential for Kindling, and easing them toward the process using the methods laid out by the Richoux Tomes. June is responsible for a youth camp in the spring and summer months, living his life in the Eastern part of the state among the Cascades. He returns for the late autumn/winter seasons, where he lives a very different life than the clean, child friendly façade he puts on at the camp. Abstraction: June is an Orange White Adept whose Channeler is a Rosary of New Light. As a student of the Richoux Tomes, June has had access to one of the most comprehensive Orange Spellbooks ever compiled by European Adepts. His White Lux, however, has truly informed his personal Spellbook. With an affinity for Aura reading and detection, June has honed his Orange Lux abilities to suit his purposes as a Kindler of Blinds. Most frequently, June uses his Orange Lux to enchant items that are meant to encourage the Kindling of could-be Adepts. In his earlier years, June dabbled in computer technology, and still spends scant spare time enchanting pieces of tech with Orange-White mixed spells that are meant to spy on and keep track of the users.

Staff

Furio.Natale
49 | Furio Natale | He/Him "You stink to High Heaven with guilt and lies." @AtomicEmperor	Description: Furio Natale was born in Brooklyn, New York. In a family of ten children, Furio is the eldest boy and would be patriarch of his family. Were there any left, of course. At the age of fifteen, he willingly participated in the execution of his Father at the behest of a local Crime Boss. In the insuing emotional situation, Furio's awakening to his Red Lux was nothing short of destructive as every little bit of solid material was removed from the surrounding area. Consequently, the destruction of the building meant the death of his siblings, only two of which escaped their demise by virtue of being elsewhere. The incident was first handled by Police, who obviously couldn't place blame on any one party for the freak accident, and handed over to L'église de la Nouvelle Lumière: The Church of New Light. Typical practice in the area set the French cult up as defenders of the people and scions of the unseen world. It's with these people that Furio found a life outside of his propensity for criminal action, and an outlet to help him understand and control the raging power within. As a young man, he met Maxwell Richoux, and would eventually go on to become one of the champ's closest allies and bodyguards. Maxwell Richoux once described Furio as "Purposeful Power", and Furio himself has admitted that beyond the constant sparring and fighting alongside his companions like Maxwell, he was trained as a young boy by some of New York's finest hitmen. He cites his criminal eyes and beyond stern demeanor as reasoning behind the supposed interest in his person, and he's often telling tall tales about his constant fighting and escaping from Mafioso members even as far from it as sleepy St. Portwell. Nowadays, he spends his time as Leon's God-Father, and the main security advisor to Lynette and the Richoux family. Together with his wife Clarissa, they form the Temple's premiere strike team working at the bleeding edge of the Temple's goals for St. Portwell. Abstraction: Furio is a Red Lux Adept whose Channeler is a ruby cufflink. Magnetomic: Furio's signature spell consists of directly targeting a small space and drilling a hole in solid material by forcing the atoms within the space to collapse into a tighter density. Heavy Industry: His search to master nature's atomic principals have given way to a set of spells collected from his studies centering around synthesizing and controlling alchemical elements. In his comfortable range, Furio is able to synthesize the same elements as our own Sun, all the way up to Iron.
Andrade.Salamente
43 | Andrade Salamente | He/Him "The taste for life is necessary for a full-bodied palette." @AtomicEmperor	Description: Chef to the Stars, Andrade was born and raised Miami Cubano. His youth was spent in his Father's beachside restaurant, his place behind a stove sweltering in the heat. From the time he was young, he was a workaholic who couldn't keep his hands and feet still. Life always had something new, and he was a vivacious young man who hungered for everything that he could see in front of him. He avoided school, fearing the stifling environments and stringent grip on his freedom, and worked with his father into his late teens with a paltry amount of time spent in the public school system. It was at this time that Andrade was Kindled, the death of his Father and subsequent loss of everything he had due to a horrific fire driving him spiraling into a sorrow that he never thought he'd recover from. The only thing left was darkness, and Andrade gave everything up in search of solace. His feet and hands ceased their relentless nature. He attempted to curse fate, his new abilities only making him a more attractive meal for Miami's creatures of the night, until a chance meeting saw him brought back to St. Portwell in the care of the Richoux family. Since then, Andrade has rehabilitated, Lynette Richoux's famed reeducation techniques having helped the young man out of a stage of absolute grief. She changed his entire opinion of the matter into a vacuum of non-concern as he kicked his life back into high gear. As his talents outside magic became apparent to the family, they happily put a young Andrade through culinary school and funded his endeavors into opening a new restaurant in their happy home of St. Portwell. Since then, he's served as the Temple's resident apparition sealer, pet chef, and with his now six restaurant strong franchise, one of the top money makers of the Temple. Abstraction: Andrade is a Blue and Black Lux Adept whose Channeler is a Chef's Knife. Andrade's spell book has been developed around his love for cooking, with blue curse spells meant to effect those who eat his cooking, as well as black spells that manipulate Apparitions and repurpose them into meals edible by both Kindled and Apparitions themselves. Curses include prolonged gut poisoning, paralysis and artificial drunkenness; tools to inconvenience the Temple's high society opposition and keep unruly members in check. Andrade's Apparition manipulation spells piggyback off of curses, utilizing cursed people as bait who taint and poison the Apparition until they're able to be easily sealed.

Members

Andre.Makoumbou
54 | Andre Kihani Makoumbou | He/Him "Don’t even think of trying anything here." @FernStone	Description: The owner of a relatively popular bar in downtown St Portwell called Le Tournesol, and Linqian’s boss. He’s a middle aged man originally from the Republic of Congo who moved over to the USA as a young man, where he met his wife and settled down in St Portwell. Andre has two sons in their mid twenties, with the youngest still living at home. He grew up with Linqian's mum and kept in contact with her even when they both moved to different countries. Their two families were very close, so when the Hans moved over to the USA he helped them settle. After Linqian and Jinhai’s parents passed he tried to act as an uncle / replacement father figure (with little success - though Henri calls him Uncle Andre). It's thanks to him that Linqian was able to get a job so easily when she came back. Andre joined the Temple sixteen years ago. His youngest son, only eight at the time, was horribly ill to the point that he thought he wouldn't be able to save her. After going down every avenue he could, it was a member of the temple that was able to save his son's life. Andre initially joined the temple out of gratitude, offering his services as an adept on the side of running his bar, but quickly grew to like the family atmosphere. It took a bit longer for him to truly believe in it and the religion itself, but now he’s a devout (if understated) follower. He offers a permanent 10% discount for any temple members at his bar, and helps with community outreach. Andre is an amiable, but blunt, man. He doesn’t take any nonsense but he treats his staff and family well, is hard working and takes a very hands on approach with his business where he doesn’t necessarily have to anymore. His bar is popular among workers and tourists (though not so much the youth), well known for its cosy atmosphere and mix of normal pub affair food and Congolese dishes. He does a lot for the community, helping those that need it and often hiring from more vulnerable groups, and is well respected among the other small businesses in the area. He has a very good reputation in the food and drink industry of St Portwell. Andre is a tall man at six-one, often found with a smile on his face - until someone causes trouble. He speaks Kituba and French (with English as his third language), slightly favouring the latter. Abstraction: Adept - Green Lux. Channeler: his watch Enhanced Senses: Andre can enhance any of his senses by essentially improving the part of his body used for them - changing his eyes to see further, improving his ears for his hearing, making his skin more sensitive ect. He can enhance multiple senses at once, but the more that are enhanced the more difficult it is to pick out details. Enhanced Strength: Born from his want to protect his loved ones, Andre can enhance the strength of his own body so he can go above and beyond what should be humanly possible. Self Healing: Andre can slowly heal himself from wounds, as long as they aren’t deadly. It’s a very slow process. He taught this to Jinhai, who had a higher affinity with the spell than Andre ever did.
Etiennette "Eddy".L'matise
20 | Etiennette "Eddy" L'matise | She/Her "Isn't it funny how God isn't here anymore?" @AtomicEmperor	Description: A cousin of the Richoux family, Eddy and her family have been riding Lynette's coattails since her young mother escaped New York with Eddy in tow at the age of fifteen. Despite being raised in the cult since her infancy, Eddy never Kindled. Efforts were made, Lynette attempted to guide and instruct, but at the end of fifteen of her own years, the young girl was just... Worthless to them. Like others under the same scrutiny and expectation, she was cast to the wayside with the assumption that if she ever found her power, she'd be able to return. Eddy dealt with abuse and rejection not only from her mentor and teacher, but from her own mother. She had long since remarried a member of the Temple, and their life was a far cry from when they arrived. They were both expected to be dedicated, and while her Mother had already Kindled by the time Eddy was born, she seemed to be the only child not following suit. But she had friends: Not great influences, but Mia Richoux and Hari Von Voletta grew protective of the rejected girl. They were the best she'd get, and while the two girls may have introduced her to hard drugs, they were also able to change her life, and consequently their own. Through literal highs and lows, Eddy was the little sister that both of the others needed. Far more unstable and prone to hot-headed behavior, she needed to be tended to in a gentle way that eventually became second nature to them. However, as time passed, a plan gestated. One where the Trinity would take matters into their own hands in regards to Eddy's overall situation. In a particularly dry, sober period of their lives, the girls left St. Portwell for the deserts of the South, where they spent a summer hitching around without money or support until they found themselves back on drugs in California. In a seedy motel in the middle of nothingness, the three attempted to complete a ritual that would end the world. They failed, succeeding only in forcing a weak apparition of their desires and ambitions into existence. Serenity. Naturally, the girls would not let the weak creature fade; so Eddy volunteered to become the Adjoined to Serenity. The world of Magic opened up for Eddy that night, taking on the burden of nursing her own creation. The three have been "sober" since, but the powers of the Poppy Doll have only grown in the two years since. Now, Eddy is a nexus for their little Trinity, her powers providing an unlimited health-conscious buzz while keeping a spirit of rebellion alive inside them. Abstraction: Eddy is Adjoined to the Apparition known as Serenity, the Poppy Doll. Serenity's main purpose was to be a tool of world-ending sloth and torpor created in an opium induced magic ritual. While the spirit itself was only half baked, consistent practice and usage has revealed several aspects of the Apparition that are available for Eddy to use. These aspects directly correlate to hers and her sisters' emotional states at the time. The M-Strain, influenced by Mia, is the love of the high: Eddy is capable of projecting a strong opiate-like field of influence around her immediate vicinity. It's the most practiced aspect, as the three girls (and often others) gather around on off days to soak up the clean high. The H-Strain, Hari's strain, represents the safety in stillness: Eddy targets a single individual, transfixing them in her gaze as they're filled with an overwhelming sense of empathy toward her until they feel compelled to keep her company or protect her from some unknown force. Her own strain, the E-Strain, is the most violent representation: Rather than attempting to influence or court comfort, Eddy's body becomes numb and cold to the touch, and being touched by her transfers this sensation from target to target like a paralytic virus that leaves the body unable to move or function as organs slow down to a dangerous crawl.
Kane &.Abel
Great Question | Kane & Abel | They/Them(It) "How deep is the hole? We're not telling a soul!" @AtomicEmperor	Description: Of all the relics and Apparitions in the possession of the Richoux family, none are as old and venerated as the pair of cats known as Kane and Abel. Aptly named due to their proclivity for more than dangerous kinds of antics and tricks, these two cats have been members of the family for as long as anyone can remember, and while there's no records of their arrival in France, it's said that they initially came from a journey to America during the first days of French settlement in the Louisiana Territory. What is known is that they are, seemingly, a pair of Maine Coon cats who exhibit exceptional intelligence and wit alongside a laundry list of other anomalous properties from capacity for speech to image perfect mind reading so strong that it ignores Emotional Fields. Strangest of all is the trait which they're named for, as Kane frequently and unceremoniously kills and devours his brother, who in turn reappears sometime later through inexplicable means. Strangely, they claim to know of St. Portwell, talking about it fondly as if it were some sort of vacation spot in a distant period of their lives. It was, in fact, Kane and Abel who originally influenced and urged Lynette and Maxwell Richoux to move from the streets of New York City to the rainy harbor city, and when they agreed, the cats were brought along as valued companions and advisors in the earliest days. They revealed certain secrets in those days, hidden truths and necessities that the Temple has since addressed and prepared for, and eventually the brothers became more and more relaxed as time carried on. In addition, these talking cats were trusted to be a part of the children's' lives. Maxwell himself explicitly trusted the two with the stewardship of their infant children, and said children were expected to be respectful and mindful of the venerable felines just as he had been in his own childhood. It's impossible to think that Maxwell didn't know what was going to happen; that if he had grown up with the same monsters, he'd know that they were anything but safe. The horrible things were torturous guardians; playing out the oroboros of murder until the children Kindled and were able to hear their childlike voices speaking as if they were children themselves. From there, the physical horror was only augmented by verbal torment and blatant abuse as they lauded their access to the children's' minds over them for years. Only Casey escaped, but they merely continued to physically torment him, their twenty pound frames easily ripping and tearing at his flesh while he slept, or other menacing tactics. What's clear to Lynette, and was once clear to Maxwell himself, is that these two cats are far worse creatures than advertised. The entity in question is a Wampus Cat: a malicious spirit creature born of Mankind's fear of the unknown. Due to the nature of these creatures, it's often unknown what their true capacity for the supernatural is. While they're plenty capable of filling one's mind with falsehoods and lies, their age and seeming inherent knowledge of magic are both possible caches of valuable information available to the Temple for the small price of souls to torment forever. Abstraction: Kane and Abel are two halves of a single Wampus Cat whose real name is ∆æ¿ıӘɲɲ≤ While Wampus Cats aren't well documented as they're typically illusive creatures adverse to life among humans, certain Adepts have been known to capture them from the swamps and marshlands of North and Central America in an attempt to utilize them as powerful familiars. For reasons it hasn't disclosed, ∆æ¿ıӘɲɲ≤ chose to be "domesticated" by the Richoux clan. While it's incredibly difficult to know what its plans are, the stewards of the Richoux have managed to collectively gather a list of effective abilities the creature has displayed over time. For starters, it seems to be incredibly resistant to Lux effects of any kind, his own natural Emotional Field bolstered by its alien and otherworldly complexity. Beyond that, its ability to split and absorb itself at will was observed long ago, and serves as the source of its horrific mockery of the Christian tale of Kane and Abel. Its tremendous intelligence is mostly attributed to its proclivity for mind invasion, an effect similar to Pink Lux being used to intake, store and process memories of its victims for use later. Being two halves of the same entity, the cats share pain receptors, heart rates, step placement, and otherwise are capable of perfectly synchronized independent movement and action. Regardless of their massive size, the twin bodies are supernaturally strong and capable of withstanding tremendous damage as observed by an incident involving an invasion of the Temple's compound in the late eighteenth century. In the same incident, an instance of their true form was gleamed by Antoine Alain Richoux, who described the full horror of the Wampus cat as "a six legged, elk sized beast of disproportionate mouth and head, whose glowing yellow eyes and wide Cheshire grin drove me to such madness that to this day I cannot bear to view even the silhouette of a feline in motion." Leon Richoux has confirmed this appearance, and many secrets of his own, as he's technically "catnapped" the creature and has been attempting to negotiate with ∆æ¿ıӘɲɲ≤ in order to claim the (potential) treasure trove of information.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree NPC List

The Wolfpack

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Riders

Dean.Walker 35 | Dean Walker | He/Him "You want trouble. I got trouble." @silvermist1116	Description: Dean was the son of a CEO for a major fishing company in St. Portwell back in the 90s and early 00s. He was the stereotypical rich kid. The world was his oyster, his daddy bought him everything, he wanted for nothing. In high school, he was scouted to play college football as a quarterback. On a weekend he was invited to the school, he got into the college party scene. Drugs, women, alcohol, he was into all of it. Wanting to fit in with his new college friends, he met Judas selling drugs on the street. With all the money he had at his disposal, he'd buy coke and weed in large quantities and share it with the boys at his future school. From his many purchases, he and Judas sorta became friends. It wasn't until his father was caught embezzling money from the company that he lost everything. All their assets were seized, the drugs Dean stashed around the house were found, and his father was arrested for embezzling and drug charges. He never fessed up to being the one that bought the drugs. He and his mother were out on the streets with nothing, but what little she had in her bank account. That's when he rans with Judas and his crew full time, eventually helping to form the Wolfpack. Dean handles the acquisition and the money made from selling of a variety of drugs. Coke, meth, pain killers. If it's addictive and illegal, he's got you covered. He has lower level grunts selling for him, and if anything goes wrong he'll handle it with threats and violence. He's charismatic and good with his words. He puts on the charm when he's trying to get something that he doesn't want to use violence to get. He's careless with people that don't suit his needs, and possessive of the ones that do. You mess with one of his members, he'll fuck you up. Touch his girl when he didn't say you could, he'll fuck you up. People are no more than things for him to use as he pleases. There's very few he respects. The Judas and his mother being the only ones. He plays nice with the other members out of respect for Judas. Dean's a big man. He's 6'5 and mostly muscle. He dresses like a stereotypical biker. Leather biker jacket with the Wolfpack's logo on the back, black pants, and leather boots. He rides a 2006 Harley-Davidson. Touch his bike, he'll fuck you up. Abstraction: Adjoined - Fredward Goldman Freddy was a man with Paranormal abilities in life, turned Apparition in death. He was a famous bank robber in the 1920s, using his abstraction to turn into smoke or sink into shadows to get in and out of bank vaults. He died young and spiteful and greedy. His strong emotions kept him around, but without a corporeal form it's useless for him own material things. In the 50s, he was sealed to a gold skull pendant by a woman looking to use his abstraction for her own gain. Ever since, he's been passed off to numerous people, all of them greedy in one way or another. With the pendant, Dean can change into incorporeal forms: smoke, gas, or turning into or sinking into shadows. He can turn inorganic objects into these forms as well and turn them back. He can use this ability as much as he wants, however he'll be in excruciating pain for one hour per every minute he's in one of these forms. The pain onsets 2 to 3 hours after he's turned back. He doesn't use this ability often if he can help it.
Valjean.Vasil
35 | Valjean Vasil | He/Him "Dunno if you know, but you're just a background character; just play along and don't make any waves."	Description: Known as The Scorpion on the streets, the second-in-command of the Wolfpack and Judas' secret lover. Valjean was a native of Nevada who grew up in a trailer park on the outskirts of Reno with his sister Élodie. It wasn't long until the two had to resort to petty crime, and Valjean was committing smash-and-grabs by the time he was a teenager. The two drifted from place to place, going from Nevada to Arizona, to California, to Texas, and far out east as Louisana. However, they ended up in St. Portwell, and friends with Judas and personally stood by his side as they observed his rise from petty pusher to kingpin of the city. Because of his loyalty to his "friend," Valjean got a seat as Judas' number two. However, Valjean embodies recklessness, arrogance, unwarranted ego, and self-importance, and he revels in the chaos of St. Portwell's supernatural scene. Valjean seeks to dominate St. Portwell and gets a kick out of intimidating people with his abstraction. Despite it all, Valjean has been through the thick and thin with the Wolfpack and is loyal to the Motorcycle Club. However, Valjean is tall and muscular and stands six-seven feet tall. Abstraction: Adjoined - The Desert Scorpion. At will, Valjean can transform into a towering hybrid of man and scorpion. Valjean stands fourteen feet tall in this form, and he can instantly shift into his form. This form grants Valjean incredible amounts of strength and durability, and he can toss cars like it was nothing and shrug off bullets and abstractions alike. Valjean is also heat resistant, not enough to shrug off pyromancery, but he can stand near a fire without harm. His form also comes with the ability to sense vibrations on the ground (even better in the sand), so it is challenging to sneak up on Valjean. While Valjean has a stinger, he lacks any venom and instead uses it as a stabbing instrument. However, Valjean isn't fast or agile in this form, so keeping distance is a valid strategy.
Élodie.Vasil
29 | Élodie Vasil | She/Her "I don't want your help or your damn pity, just my next fucking hit."	Description: Valjean's sister and one of the two only female members in the Wolfpack. Much like her brother, she grew up in a trailer park, and prospects were few, so she resorted to stealing (and selling herself) for cash. However, unlike Valjean, she has a heroin addiction, which makes her just as, if not more, vicious as her brother. Despite it all, she remains a vital part of the Wolfpack due to the destructiveness and power of her abstraction. A relentless and often self-destructive determination mars Elodie's personality. Her heroin addiction has made her prone to erratic and violent behavior. She is fierce and unpredictable, often willing to go to extreme lengths to protect the Wolfpack and satisfy her cravings. Her loyalty to her gang is unwavering, but her addiction has taken a heavy toll on her sense of reason and empathy. Elodie is tall at five-eleven, but she is stick-thin due to her addiction, and her hair is very messy and unkempt. Abstraction: Adjoined - The Desert. Elodie is tied to the Desert, an Apparition that embodies the spirit of the desert and lets Elodie use its abstraction by proxy. Elodie can transform the area around her into a desert landscape, blurring the laws of physics. The temperature will skyrocket, water will evaporate and dry up, and sand will coat the area. This effect will stretch outwards from her and thus make her more and more powerful while the abstraction is active. Elodie's primary ability is manipulating all sand within these bonds (and other sand), and this ability is less of preciseness and more raw power. She can't make a sandcastle but instead throws cascading waves of sand, sandstorms, blasts, etc. However, the one drawback is that it requires her to remain in one area - the second she leaves, the sand will disappear, and she will have to restart.
'Maggy'.Rose
31 | Magnolia Flowers Rose | She/Her "Everyone has a price."	Description: Nicknamed Maggy. A vital member of the Wolfpack and the bridge between the Wolfpack MC and the city's underworld. Maggy did not have a peaceful life growing up; she had two abusive and neglectful parents that honestly could give less of a damn what she did. This led to a childhood defined by hanging out with the wrong crowds, doing drugs, fighting, stealing, and staying up way after curfew. Maggy didn't even finish high school; by the time she was seventeen, she was roped into a sex-trafficking ring and spent the next leg of her life selling herself. Her parents did not so much as look for her and just ran the clock out until she turned eighteen. Maggy is used to standing on corners in the seedy parts of St. Portwell, and she knows the city like the back of her hand. However, things took a turn when Poppa Wolf stepped on the scene, as he was one of her clients who was looking to take over the sex trafficking ring that Magnolia "worked" for. He promised Maggy a spot in the Wolfpack if she helped him, and she did. Judas killed her boss and was freed, earning a spot on the Wolfpack as she used her charisma and street smarts to gather intelligence, broker deals, and provide the gang with a strategic advantage. Magnolia will do anything not to go back to selling herself on the street corners, so she sticks around with the Wolfpack despite passionately not liking Valjean or his addict sister. Magnolia is an average height (at five-five) and has an average build (well, she's a little bit chubby but covers it up nicely). Abstraction: Adjoined - Aurelia's Charm. Aurelia is based on Pink-Green Adept, who was famous for her... manner of healing; however, she is still alive. Aurelia is an Apparition spawned from legends of her abilities throughout the All-Verse. This Apparition is as far from human as it gets and is content with lending its abstraction for humanity to use as a proxy. This abstraction is split down two different paths: Manipulating Emotions and Healing. Magnolia can effortlessly perceive the emotional state of others, allowing her to read and understand their feelings, desires, and intentions. Maggy can also influence people's emotions to a certain extent; for example, she can calm down a violent individual, soothe someone in distress, or intensify feelings such as fear or anger, making her a formidable manipulator in social and confrontational situations. Maggy does this by focusing on the individual and forcing emotions into their body, gradually shifting their emotional state to what she wants. This Ability completely bypasses Emotional-Fields, but she's unable to induce a dramatic shift in emotional state. She can't make a happy person suicidal with the snap of a finger, but she'll need some time to accomplish this, and it'll wear off over time. Maggy can create a field around herself that acts as a barrier that protects whoever is inside from outside emotional manipulation and mind reading. The other half of the Abstraction is affection-based healing. In essence, she can heal the wounds of others through acts of affection. A playful boop may heal a cut; a hug will heal as long as she remains in contact, a kiss may mend broken bones, etc. However, it depends on how much she likes the person, and if she genuinely has feelings for them, then it will be far more potent (and vice-versa). However, due to her past, Magnolia does not like using this ability and will do it if strictly necessary.
Shayton
57 | Malik Wyatt Jakane Sr. | He/Him "I killed you five minutes ago."	Description: A member of the Wolfpack that sticks out like a sore thumb... unlike the rest of them, he's a Liberian man in his fifties. Shayton did not have a peaceful childhood... in fact, Shayton fought in both of the Liberian civil wars before most countries would call him a man! He fought on the side of the National Patriotic Front of Liberia, and he knows how it feels to take a man's life. How it feels to poison a water supply, how it feels to slash a man's throat in his sleep, how it feels to plant bombs, and how it feels to fear for your life and just keep pressing on. Shayton was in his twenties when the second war ended and saw the man he helped rise to power become another despot, resign, and exiled. The man felt like his hard work - and all the friends that died - were for nothing, and he had enough. He came to America as a refugee and ended up in Miami, Florida... and unfortunately, Shayton's skills did not translate well to working in grocery stores. Still, it translated to the criminal underworld as Shayton spent his twenties working for the different crimelords that employed him—going from club bouncer to pimp, to pusher, to gangster, bodyguard, to hitman. He did this until his fifties and showed no signs of retiring despite amassing quite a bit of wealth. However, for some reason, Shayton journeyed across the whole country... to join the Wolfpack. Despite some of the other members not approving, Judas is more than welcoming to Shayton and insists that they take it up with him if they have a problem with Shayton's membership. Shayton is an older African-American man with prematurely gray hair and stands tall at six-three. He takes very good care of himself as he looks fantastic for his age and is very muscular and well-toned. Shayton is a very stoic man who rarely speaks but remains emotionally neutral even in the craziest situations. He secretly works for Dollhouse and killed Judas Bennet when he almost gave up trade secrets. Abstraction: Adjoined - The Cheetah Spirit. A spirit passed down from father to son until they become the father, a powerful Apparition that the Jakanes have been using. The Cheetah Spirit is under a binding contract, and after the death of Shayton's father during the Liberian Civil War, he gained the Cheetah Spirit. As the name implies, it allows its host bursts of insane speed for a short distance, a flash step. It allows Shayton to travel so fast that he will be imperceptible, leaving behind a mighty wind before reappearing in the blink of an eye. During this state of pure speed, Shayton can deliver attacks that hit so fast that the target might not even register it. However, the caveat to this ability is that Shayton can only travel in a straight line with zero maneuverability.
Hagan.Rosefey
27 | Hagan William Rosefey | He/Him "My advice is to make sense of this crazy world we live in for yourself. Don't let anyone decide that for you."	Description: Member of the Old Coven, younger cousin of Jessica Rosefey (of the Greenwood Coven), and all-around shithead. He, like his cousin, was born in St. Portwell, however he was... troubled. He never played well with other kids growing up and was always an aggressive, anti-social kid, and he was always a target for bullying because he was smaller. His older cousin tried to help him out, but there was only so much she could do until Hagan hit puberty and became the big boy. To make up for the negative feelings he built up from getting bullied, he became the bully. Hagan was the big bully at school, and was feared as few could stand up to the guy because he was big and knew how to fight! He declared himself the king of the school... unfortunately, one summer, there wasn't much to be king over. The Stygian Snake began its rampage, and Hagan's classmates were getting picked off left and right, and every night he would just... blackout and wake up somewhere else when the morning hit. He began having violent thoughts, and would sometimes wake up with blood on his hands. This was because the Stygian Snake had enthralled Hagan, and was seeking to turn him into its second herald alongside Scott Reese. However, the Sycamore Tree Coven saw this plan, and with some fast action and quick thinking, managed to liberate Hagan by putting an artifact known as The Anchor (A giant nautical anchor that grants whoever super strength, and the ability to make him unmoveable) in his hands; granting him an Emotional-Field and purging the Stygian Snake's influence from his mind. When he came to, after he got done screaming, the Sycamore Tree Coven told him the entire situation and invited him into the Coven. He accepted only to stroke his ego, and while he behaved at first, he couldn't help but bully people and be an asshole - and generally show zero appreciation for being saved from being the Stygian's personal killing machine. He helped defeat the Stygian Snake... however, his behavior didn't cease (arguably got worse), and the Coven eventually voted him out. However, they wanted back The Anchor, and Hagan refused to give it up, which led to a violent confrontation where the Coven kicked his ass and took it from him; leaving him in a ditch. Angry, hurt, and betrayed, Hagan underwent a Kindling-Event and was confused at first, but he knew a few things from the other Adepts. However, there wasn't much of a come-up for Hagan from there, as he fell into a life of petty crime and selling drugs to kids in the suburbs. He eventually fell into the Wolfpack and operated as one of Judas' muscles. Hagan is a very tall and strongly built man who stands at six-five and has a head of slicked-back blonde hair. Abstraction: Adept - Purple & Yellow Lux. Channeler: Great Barrier: The primary spell in Hagan's arsenal, a barrier. The Great Barrier is a large-scale defensive barrier around himself or an area to protect against incoming attacks. The barrier is durable enough to withstand a barrage from several assault rifles or a super strong punch and can tank mundane and magical attacks easily. Hagan can shape it however he wants to, and even adjust its dimensions on the fly, using it to shield himself or his allies from harm, and when necessary, he can use his Purple-Lux to maneuver the barrier around - and even offensively, launching the barrier forward to knock enemies back. Chain-Whip: One of Hagan's primary forms of combat, chain-whip, involves creating a force field in the shape of chains and using it as a whip. Using his Purple-Lux, he can telekinetically manipulate it and enhance its speed and strikes to make it a devastating close-to-mid-range weapon. Charge: Mixing his Purple and Yellow Lux, Hagan uses the latter to surround himself in a protective aura and the former to launch himself like a rocket. With Charge, he can knock aside anything that isn't nailed down and put holes in concrete, but he cannot alter his trajectory once cast. Boxing glove: Hagan once again mixes his Purple and Yellow Lux to surround his fist in a force field shaped like a boxing glove. This "glove" is incredibly durable and enhances Hagan's strikes, and using his Purple Lux, he can strike at lightning speeds. Barrage: Channeling pure Purple-Lux, Hagan activates super-speed in his arms and unleashes a barrage of punches so fast that the human eye cannot perceive it. He can only do this for a few moments, but that's fast enough to absolutely devastate a target. Leap: Hagan developed this spell so he can get around without having to use Charge. Hagan launches himself off the ground and lands at a predetermined spot—he uses his Purple Lux to cushion his fall. Wolf's Head: This is a simple attack spell in which Hagan creates a barrier in the shape of a giant wolf's head that chomps down on a foe—it is strong enough to bite a car in half. The Absolute Terror Field: A unique spell that changes Hagan's Emotional-Field into an automatic barrier that blocks out magical attacks. The Absolute Terror Field is normally invisible until a threat is detected when it creates a translucent shield around it that deflects incoming magic. It has a relatively small radius of around one meter around Hagan, which is enough to cover him, but the Absolute Terror Field is fast, quick enough to respond to attacks near-instantly. Not only that, it's insanely durable and is enough to stop even the strongest magical attacks like its nothing. In addition to this, the Absolute Terror Field can generate a burst of force to push back attackers in the event that their attack is physical. The Absolute Terror Field can only remain active for five minutes, and afterward, it has a cooldown of around thirty minutes. While using The Absolute Terror Field, Hagan cannot use the Great Barrier, so he must choose between being functionally invulnerable to magic for a short period of time or protecting himself and allies from all damage.
Caelea.Baird
26 | Caelea Muireann Baird | She/Her "Call me cute one more time and I’ll fuck you up so badly you’ll regret being born." @FernStone	Description: Caelea is someone who’s known violence her whole life. A mistake born nearly ten years after her older brother in St. Portwell, Caelea was just another mouth to feed in a poor family. She spent her early years experiencing her mom’s heavy mood swings before she ultimately abandoned them when Caelea was five, leaving her dad to support both kids while blaming her for it. She was neglected at best, beaten more often than not over the smallest of things. From a young age she spent her time on the streets - tussling with other kids and learning how to fight (and how to fight dirty). Her only solace was school gymnastics classes, and the ones she was able to attend with money she stole. Caelea was relatively young when she kindled - a fight that went wrong with a much larger boy at twelve resulting in her blasting him across the street with air. From there she only used her abstraction to fight more, and to beat every piece of shit that thought she made fun of her and thought she was weak. She no longer had to take any shit from her dad, either, because he couldn’t win against her anymore. In school Caelea was viewed as a bully - which she was, but she wasn’t the typical kind picking on nerds and the like. That was boring. Instead she beat up all the boys that thought they were superior just cause of what they had in their pants, showing them that they weren’t all that great. It was this fighting that led to her making one friend - Hagan Rosefey. Then the Stygian Snake attacked. At first, Caelea ignored it, beyond finding off the apparitions she came across. She couldn’t care less that other people were dying. But then Hagan was nearly enthralled by it, and was dragged into the Sycamore Tree Coven. It seemed like a fun way to kill time and avoid being at home. Caelea wasn’t well liked in the coven - she was abrasive, standoffish, and a general asshole to everyone else. She started fights with other members almost every day. So when the Stygian Snake was beaten, Caelea was voted (and chased) out near immediately when she violently fought with multiple members. Quite simply not giving a fuck, Caelea went back to her normal life - skipping school, occasionally attending gymnastic classes and beating people up on the street. Eventually this progressed to a ‘career’ of beating people up for money - first essentially mugging, then for tiny groups in St Portwell. The criminal underworld of St. Portwell was a tough place for a woman to be, but with her abstraction Caelea didn’t lose fights to the Blind and just thrashed anyone who tried something on her. Eventually she joined the Wolf Pack… practically fighting her way in after a confrontation between the group she was with, and the Wolf Pack. Jumping ship was aided by Hagan’s presence in the Wolf Pack. She has been operating in the most violent capacity she can in the group since. Caelea is tiny at four-eleven with a slight build. She has longer blond hair often tied back, very pale skin and light blue eyes. She’s incredibly flexible thanks to years of gymnastics used to aid her fighting. She often gets mistaken for a child - something that pisses her off to no end. Her appearance may be cute, but her personality is far from it. Caelea is incredibly cold towards other people, caring about very few of them, and harsh. She solves things with her fists and is aggressive to the point of brutality. Abstraction: Adept - Red & Purple Lux. Channeler: worn hand wraps Air Blast: Caelea’s primary spell, she controls air to create powerful blasts of air out of her hands or feet. This has the range of about a foot, but is honed to a high level of power, allowing her to knock over almost any object or person while also causing a lot of damage. Air Strike: Caelea’s primary spell in fights with the Blind, where she uses air to enhance her strikes by using the air in a field around whatever she uses to attack. This makes her strikes hit much harder, while not appearing much different than normal. This is combined with her Purple-Lux to make her air enhanced attacks super fast, while also being incredibly hard hitting. Fly: using a combination of her Purple and Red lux, Caelea can launch herself around using air blasts combined with purple lux enhanced movement. This allows her to practically fly through the sky (without actually traditionally flying), get up to places she normally couldn’t, and travel around a battlefield incredibly quickly. It makes her very manoeuvrable and near impossible to pin down. Crush: Caelea uses her Red and Purple lux to put a large amount of pressure on one person, essentially trying to crush them with an incredibly heavy weight of compressed air combined with telekinetic weight. Air Burst: Caelea forms a dense shield of air around her and, combined with telekinesis, launches it outwards. This knocks back any objects (and people) coming towards her - being able to stop and propel back even bullets. Breathlessness: An incredibly brutal spell, and one she doesn’t use often, Caelea can suck the air out of a tiny area around someone’s head to create a vacuum that will cause suffocation. She has to be close to the target to do this, and it has similar effects on her, making it something she only uses if really needed.
The.Fenrir.Sisters
24 | Astrid, Freya, Sigrid, and Ingrid Dewynter | She/Her/They/Them "Why play it safe when you can light up the night? Grab that cash and leave 'em wondering what hit 'em!" "Chaos is the game, and you're gonna lose!" "One minute we're in, the next we're out!" " We're the storm nobody saw coming!"	Description: The Fenrir Sisters grew up on the outskirts of St. Portwell, where they were raised in a beautiful five-star trailer park. From an early age, the sisters were drawn to trouble, finding a sense of camaraderie and adventure in petty crime. They started small, stealing from convenience stores and causing mischief around their neighborhood. As they grew older, their antics just escalated, fueling a need for excitement in an otherwise bleak environment. Their reputation as troublemakers preceded them, and the sisters shared an unbreakable bond, standing united against the hardships of their upbringing. By the time they turned 18, their antics had caught up with them, and their parents threw them out of the trailer park. Cast adrift with no clear path forward, they turned to a life of petty crime to survive, roaming the streets of St. Portwell in search of easy targets and quick cash. However, there was a lot more to the sisters than just their bond... they were all afflicted with a curse (it also made them be born as quadruplets, don't ask). It was not just a curse; the sisters turned it into a blessing to bring their thefts to the next level. During one of these reckless escapades, they caught the attention of Dean Walker, leader of the Wolfpack after Judas' demise. Dean gave them a chance to elevate their criminal endeavors, and the sisters always adored the Wolfpack after their rise to power, so they took the opportunity without a second thought. The Fenrir sisters are a group of identical quadruplets rarely seen apart and dress and act very similarly. They are very short at five-one but very well built due to hitting the gym and their lifestyle of hauling ass constantly. They are a very chaotic bunch in the Wolfpack, even for their standards, one that gives into their intrusive thoughts far, far, too quickly. They claim to be "Norse Pagans," but not one of them understands it and just thinks it sounds cool. Abstraction: Unknown.

Deceased Members

Judas.Bennet..........
39 | Roxanne Samantha Bennet | She/Her/He/Him "We're not just bikers; we're the architects of chaos. So tell me, bitch; are you willing to ride?"	Description: The leader of the Wolfpack, known as the Poppa Wolf, was the fierce kingpin of St. Portwell before his final battle and death at the hands of his subordinate, Shayton. However, before there was Judas, there was Roxanne. Roxanne was born into the Temple of Charming and Graceful Individuals, and she didn't know her father - he didn't want anything to do with the young Roxanne, so her mother raised her alone. Her mother worked her back off, even as a member of the Temple, to keep a roof over their heads and food in their bellies. As a consequence, Roxanne didn't see her a lot and thus didn't have her guiding hand to keep Roxanne on the straight and narrow. Living in squalor and wondering if this was the day something happened and they would be put on the street made Roxanne ambitious. She had no choice but to think of ways to make money, and she was smart, so naturally, the best thing for a young Roxanne to do was fall into a life of crime. It started in high school, where she was already shoplifting, selling drugs, and sometimes herself. It was all necessary to get some money to help her mother out, and as the young Roxanne fell into crime, she spent less and less time in school until she dropped out entirely. She left the Temple, too, but she didn't want anything to do with them. As she fell further into the criminal underworld of St. Portwell, working for different kingpins and surviving through her quick wit only, she quickly realized that women didn't get a lot of respect there. She was hungry, and she wanted her spot at the top, but it was apparent that her comrades only looked at her for what was between her legs. She tried to form her biker gang that would turn St. Portwell on its damn head. That was when, after a conversation with her boyfriend, Valjean Vasil, she discovered the best solution for her problem: assume a male identity. And thus, Judas Bennet was born, and Judas got everything Roxanne wanted. Judas formed the Wolfpack. However, they were very little more than petty drug peddlers and nobodies in the grand scheme of things... up until Dollhouse entered the picture and gave Judas an offer he couldn't refuse: Dollhouse supplies him and his cronies with Abstractions, and in return, the Wolfpack occasionally act as muscle. Judas accepted it without a second thought, and Judas Bennet became a big name in St. Portwell's underworld until a fateful final battle with the PRA ended with his death. His legacy lives on as the Wolfpack's leadership changed hands from Judas to Dean. Abstraction: Adjoined - Urbania. Judas has access to Urbania, the Apparition that embodies the sprawling cityscape and allows Judas to manipulate all the elements that comprise the city. Judas is easily one of the most potent and dangerous Paranormal-Beings in St. Portwell. He can use concrete, glass, asphalt, wire, and rebar and manipulate and to generate it as far as the eye can see. He can create dramatic structures such as buildings in the blink of an eye and manipulate the existing cityscape to escape quickly. Judas can also scry on different locations in the city by looking at the glass, allowing him to see and hear what is taking place in front of them. Judas can spy on any location in the city through glass; however, it is a two-way street as they can also see and hear him.
The.Curs
Less Than A Year Old | The Curs | They/Them/He/Him "*Growl.*"	Description: Strange Abominable that mysteriously ended up in the possession of the Wolfpack and are super solid and mobile tanks that the Wolfpack unleashes on any opponent that gets in their way. The Curs are a pack of three strange dog-like creatures that seem to be mashed into several different animals but seem to be a combination of Sheep/Goats, Deer, and Wolves. Each of the three Curs is massive and has the girth and size of a Minivan, weighing thousands of pounds. They functionally act as domesticated attack dogs, trained to follow the orders of the Wolfpack and tear their enemies limb from limb. Killed by the PRA. Abstraction: Abominable - Dog Soldiers. By technicality, the Curs do not have an Abstraction, but they have insane strength, durability, speed, and sense of smell. A single Cur can tear a tree out of the ground effortlessly, bite a car in half, and use its powerful legs to perform insane jumps. The Curs are also durable enough to shrug off super-strong hits and most abstractions and can keep up with cars. However, despite their powerful stats, they do not possess any form of Emotional-Field and are susceptible to Abstractions.
Victor.Villarian
36 | Victor Adonis Villarian | "Here's to Poppa Wolf not going out like Kaiser Draeger, heh."	Description: A self-proclaimed Norse Pagan and one of the surviving members of Das Sonnenrad, Victor's early life was marked by poverty and suffering. He lived on the dredges of society, stealing and otherwise doing whatever it took to survive. This led him to Das Sonnenrad as he embraced their message of hatred and perverting magic and acted as a loyal footsoldier for Kaiser Draeger. He hoped to become one of his chosen, but the Greenwood and 8th Street Covens killed Kaiser Draeger, and Das Sonnenrad dissolved afterward. Victor was not happy to go back to being a pusher, but eventually, he fell into the fold with the Wolfpack MC and finally gained an Abstraction. Thus, Victor is loyal to the Wolfpack only because he does not want to return to being on the fringe of society and enjoys his new place in the world. Victor is a notable man with a bushy orange beard and lengthy dreadlocks, and his entire body is covered in tattoos. He's well-built and stands at five-nine. Killed by Clancy Patrick. Abstraction: Agent - Baldur's Axe. Baldur's Axe was one of many ancient artifacts that mysteriously ended up in the hands of the Wolfpack. The axe has been imbued with the powers and abilities of the Norse God, Baldur. While Victor wields it, it enhances his strength, speed, and durability - it's also supernaturally sharp. Which allows Victor to deliver devastating blows and cleave through even the toughest of materials like it was nothing. Its final ability allows Victor to create massive, radiant beams of light that can be seen from all over the city.
Cyril.Noctis
34 | Cyril Emilio Noctis | He/Him "Sometimes you just gotta spin the wheel."	Description: A member of the Wolfpack who is a transplant from Las Vegas and did not want any part of the Wolfpack. An organization that rules Las Vegas from the shadows is known as the Council, an organization of Paranormal-Beings that manages the balance of Paranormal and mundane in Vegas. Their will is exerted through a network of different agents, including Cyril, who inherited the position from his father, Sebastian. However, Cyril was a natural-born conman and trickster who wanted to pad his pockets using the Council's resources. However, it wasn't long until the Council caught on and marked Cyril for death. Suddenly, Cyril had all sorts of wackos and psychopaths that were gunning for him to claim his head for the Council. Naturally, he cut and ran and first went to LA, but it wasn't long until word spread, and he was forced to go north... which led him to St. Portwell - the one place he was told to never go to. He was unsure of which faction to fall into for protection; being a goon for the Elite was as unappealing as it got, and the Covens were too psychotic for him. The Wolfpack was perfect as they were up and coming, and all Cyril had to do was knock Poppa Wolf out of the equation and take control of the Wolfpack. Thus, Cyril is playing his part and waiting for the perfect moment to strike while wearing this stupid leather vest. Cyril is average height at five-ten and skinny... life on the run will do that to you! Oh yeah, and Cyril Noctis isn't his real name. Killed by the Void Heart. Abstraction: Adept - Purple-Lux Channeler: A Magician's Wand. Trickster: Cyril swaps two objects or people with each other - bypassing any Emotional-Fields the target may have in the event of the latter. With this Spell, Cyril makes it nauseating to go up against him. This Spell has a minute cooldown and works on anything he can lay his eyes on. Telekinetic Touch: Cyril applies a hex on any object he touches that isn't bolted down - allowing him to manipulate it telekinetically. He can manipulate several objects simultaneously, which is a devastating combination with his Trickster spell. However, he can only manipulate inanimate objects. Hat-Trick: Cyril can reach into his hat and pull out a random object from the environment around him, which can be anything that could logically fit in the hat. This Spell can bypass Emotional-Fields, primarily for objects that are out of sight.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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The 8th Street Coven.

Interactions: Lila (@NoriWasHere), & Luca (@FernStone).

The Halloween Festival. Cracker Island.

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“keep that name out of your mouth,or this crazy bitch will do it again.”

Lila

"AH!"

Emily hopped behind Jacqueline, pointing at her as she dramatically shrieked. Tears still soaking her face as she looked at the huge crowd. "Look, he's threatening me again!" Emily said to the crowd of people. "He's dangerous! Put him away!"

"EMILY!" Miranda shouted as she tugged on Emily's sleeve. "That's enough. Let's just go."

"And run from these sluts? Never." Emily seethed before going back to tears.

”You chose to stay attached to Babylon. Vashti sealed hers. Only Carol and I are still living with the consequences of it, and what have you done to help either of us? Why is Carol still living with that after ten years?! Why the fuck are you spending more time plundering than helping her?!”

Emily raised a shaky finger with an equally shaky hand as she used her opposite hand to wipe away tears. Before she could say anything, she had her mouth open...

"... Well, do you believe in fate, poor Luca?" Babylon faded into existence, floating in mid-air as if she were lounging forward. With her hands up against her face. "You see, deep down, Emil-"

"Babylon!" Emily's tears briefly disappeared as she hissed, "Remember..."

"Oh, right!" Babylon's head went straight as she stood upright (as much as a floating ghost could). "MUHAHA! Do you think I'd ever leave a host like this? I'm going to bleed her dry just like the Rot will do to you, and then I'm going to move on to the next one!" Babylon laughed like a maniac.

"Maybe it'll be one of your Coven sisters! Some of them are gorgeous!" Babylon traced her hands across her cheeks.

"See! You forgot, Luca! I've been trying to get rid of Babylon for YEARS, and she won't go away! No matter how hard I try!" Emily said as she cried.

”We were in this together! I didn't want to leave 8th Street! But you wouldn't listen when I asked you to stop making everyone go around stealing and hurting people. I loved 8th Street, and I'd still help most of them in a heartbeat. But not you- fuck, Lila’s my friend. She’s not Britney… And honestly, Emily? You’re just as bad as her.”

Luca

"Bad as her?!" Emily cried. "You're saying I'm bad as that rapist-adjacent bitch?! What is wrong with you, Luca!?"

Tears (and shitty wine) had soaked this stupid onesie she was forced to wear as she put her hands on her chest and said, "And made people go steal things?! The audacity, Luca!"

She couldn't resist the sly grin as she made one little point...

"... They do as I say of their own accord!" Emily started as she pointed at Luca and said, "YOU are proof of that!"

She let the words hang in the air as she added on, "Do you know just what lurks in this city, Luca?! You're acting like the city isn't full of monsters that do worse to innocents! I was just trying to fight fire with fire!"

However, sneaking up behind Lila and Luca was the monstrously tall George, who held a comically large mug of beer. He had a devious grin on his face as he sauntered over...

... And poured the beer directly on Lila's head.

He broke out laughing as he said,

"Oops, sorry pal!" George shouted, "You looked a little angry, so I thought I'd help cool you off!"