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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Lol. Looks like him, but not him.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Herik H. Cletis

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"Hugs and a smile make everything better."

34 | 6'6 | Scandinavian-American | He/Him | 260lbs

[Compassionate]

APPEARANCE

"Dressed up as Thor for Halloween every year."

Herik has a healthy tan from his days spent in the sun as a life guard at the beach. His eyes are light blue, his lashes blonde, his eyebrows dark, and he has a full beard and mustache he keeps semi-neat. He's bigger than most people, his muscles are bulky, his chest is large and defined (his mother used to tease him about them being big enough to wear a bra), his thighs and calves are thick and hairy. His hair is blond, long passed his shoulders, darker at the roots and lighter towards the ends. The sun lightens his hair giving it natural highlights. For work he keeps it in a bun, so it's not in his face when he's saving lives, for formal occasions he braids it in a ponytail, and for day-to-day he keeps it down.

Herik's six-six and is fully aware that he's the biggest guy in the room and does his best not to intimidate and throw his weight around if he can help it. He always has a bright smile on his face and a laid-back aura. He likes when people are comfortable around him. Scaring folk ain't his jam. He wears a size 16 shoe, but prefers to be bare foot if he can. His style consists of short sleeve t-shirts or no shirt, fitness shorts in various colors and lengths, and brown thong sandals if he has to wear shoes. On his left arm is a full sleeve, gray scale, realistic lion tattoo with two large roses.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Happy as can be."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To magically get his mother out of her coma.

WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ Herik joined for two reasons: to get help to learn magic, so he can get his mother out of her coma; and to make friends, because he's lonely.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ No matter how bad life gets there's someone out there living worse.

SECRETS ⫻ No secrets. Guy's an open book. Ask him anything and he'll answer honestly. His mother on the other hand is Awakened with telekinetic ability. She never told him or used her power in his eye sight. It's easy to grab something from across the room when he has a narrow focus on something else.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Straight maybe? He's never given it much thought. He's only dated girls, but his relationship never last and he's not sure why.

FEARS ⫻ His mother dying and living in a world without her.

REPUTATION ⫻ In Tampa he's a popular life guard women flock to, because they want his attention and never get it. In the Coven he's the dumb gentle giant that never gets angry and wears his heart on his sleeve.

FLAWS ⫻ Herik is loyal to a fault. If you get in good with him he's got your back forever, even if you lie, cheat, steal, or do anything abhorrent. The only thing that trumps his loyalties is his mother. He'd have to think long and hard on what he wants to do if anything like that ever happens. He's dumb, like C and D student in school, but not for lack of trying. He doesn't understand anything more complicated than the fifth grade math. The simpler the concept the easier it is for him to understand. He follows orders well. Tell him to do something and he'll do it with minimum fuss if it doesn't go against his morals too much. Gullible. He'll believe anything that makes sense to him. Got a sob story, but it's complete bullshit? He'll believe, especially if you're good at selling it.

BACKSTORY

"Just a guy and his mom living in the world."

Herik came to America from Norway when he was four years old. He doesn't remember much of his life before he and his mother moved, but he gets an impression something bad happened and they had to go. Whenever he asked his mother about it, she said there were better opportunities in Orlando than in Mo i Rana. If he asked about his father she got really quiet, her face so tense her smile was stiff, and it didn't fit right on her face. He hasn't asked in over twenty years. By the time he was fourteen he was six feet tall, strong, and still growing. His mother enrolled him in wrestling, so he could learn to control his strength. There were times when he would lean on her or hug her too tight. She was five-nine and bruised easily. Her bulky son could leave bruises if he wasn't careful. Herik didn't understand what his mother meant by controlling his strength, until he was sixteen and punched a guy hard enough to break his jaw. He only meant to back him off his girlfriend after he groped her, not send the guy to the hospital and have his jaw wired shut. After that, he made it a point not to be rough with anyone that didn't look like they could handle it and tried his best to make everyone comfortable around him. He didn't succeed no matter how hard he tried. It got around at school what he did, never mind the way, but people became afraid of him. His girlfriend dumped him, his coach kicked him off the team, and his best friend moved across the country (it was a coincidence, but it still hurt). Herik tried to accommodate anyone that approached him. He's always been good at reading people's emotions and adjusting to that person's needs, whether it's keeping his distance, being a shoulder to cry on, or someone to listen. More so keeping his distance, until he graduated high school and got his life guard certifications. Afterwards he made more friends, but they were the fair weather types.

His mother was the kindest and happiest person he's ever met and he aspired to be like her. Whenever he had a bad day, she'd tell him to think about how much worse it could be, gave him a hug, and told him to smile, because it wasn't that bad. So he learned to smile through his problems, but there were times when he couldn't do it. Like when his mother got into a car accident and slipped into a coma when he was thirty years old. He cried alone at her bedside, holding her tiny and weathered hand, because there was nothing else he could do. He did a lot of research on her condition, but he only understood the simple explanations. According to Herik she's in a deep sleep and nothing will wake her up. So he decided he'd wake her up himself. He looked into unconventional healing methods and went to the doctors with new research at least once a week. The problem was that all his "research" was from reddit and facebook pages written by people selling bullshit for a quick buck. He found sites with people talking about magic medicine that descended into just magic. His obsession with magic ran deep, because there had to be a way for his mother to wake up. Many of the techniques he found and paid for people to perform didn't work. He figured maybe it was something he could do himself, so he looked into novice magicians with the hopes someone could teach him something. The Coven was a page he recently discovered and frequented the most. In the pursuit of learning a new skill and making new friends he wanted to meet them. When he was asked about his magic ability, he said he's good at sensing emotions. Poor guy doesn't know that he's just empathetic and emotionally intelligent.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"If it's strength what more could you want?"

EMPATHY ⫻ Herik feels for people and feels with them. His gentle and happy nature is enough for people to speak about what's bothering them. He tries to help in the simplest way he can, because people make things complicated.

STRENGTH ⫻ He can easily lift 300lbs and his punches can break bones and bruise. He doesn't make a habit of getting into fights, since he knows he can do serious damage.

Athletic ⫻ Herik works out four days a week. It takes a lot to get him tired. He's no marathon athlete, but he could keep up for four miles, before he has to tap out. Weightlifting is favorite thing to do. Some much so he has weights in his apartment, so he can work on his arms at home.

CPR ⫻ Has to be good at for his job.

SWIMMING ⫻ He's a strong swimmer. If it's not a storm, he can swim through rough waves.

ABSTRACTION

"The most normal dude here."

TYPE ⫻ One-Eye-Open
ABSTRACTION ⫻ He'd been exposed to his mother's telekinetic ability for almost thirty years, before she went into a coma.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ He can see Extra-Normal abilities in action. He's always written this off as normal and never understood it wasn't normal, because for as long as he could remember he's always had this sight. The way he understands it is, some people have it and some people don't.

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

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

OTHER

"Hope today is better than yesterday, and tomorrow is better than today."

Real powers are always possible.

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Stacey froze when he heard the petrified scream. A chilling shiver zipped down his spine, he stopped breathing, afraid to turn around. The scream didn't sound human that's for sure. It was the thing that wouldn't leave him alone. He took a step, about to run again when Elron called out that it was clear. He turned around, curls bounced around his forehead when he looked back at the group. The thing was gone, there was a giant shard of ice sticking out of the ground, and Penny was on the ground. He hoped she wasn't hurt. He didn't dally around, since he was the furthest from everyone, an easy target for more things that go bump in the dark. He jogged, until he caught up with Elron, out of breath but relieved he didn't have to run for his life anymore.

They joined everyone else, but Stacey had his eyes on Penny. She made him anxious at first, but she went to bat for him and risked her life to save his. No one's ever done that before. There were times when he wasn't sure he deserved to live, but a stranger saw his life as more valuable than he ever has. He dropped his knees next to her, face red not only from the cold, but from his tears.

"Thank you." He cried out and covered his face with his hands, he didn't want anyone to see his face. It's bad enough he's so overwhelmed he's between a meltdown and happy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He hiccups between his words, repeating himself over and over again. He composed himself enough to wipe his nose and looked up at Zoey. "Thank you." He said, shakily.

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He heard the bang and hoped it was Zoey and Penny taking that thing down, but his hopes were dashed when they were hit by a strong force. Odessa went flying and he face planted right in the snow. Stacey turned around, face so cold his cheeks turned red and his hair was damp, the Apparition hovered close, hand ready to grab him when Penny landed close to him. She's okay, and Zoey's okay. Not sure if Odessa is alive, but he finds it hard to care when she psyched him out moments before. Too fast. He couldn't process anything and he hated it. He just wanted to be back home getting his ass kicked and locked out of the house. That's better than this. His shit home life is familiar, comforting in the wake of demons wanting his body and mysterious people he's not sure how he feels about yet.

“If you’re going to start running, do it directly away from me. Don't fuck this up.” Penny said while she got to work writing weird symbols on the ground.

Stacey flinched, she sounded like his mother when he did something that irritated her, like almost dying to her great inconvenience. He didn't stick around and got to his feet. He booked it towards the train, though with how fast that thing caught up to them he's not sure if the train was fast enough to outrun it, but it's better than nothing. It's a few blocks away and he's not used to running this far, especially with a guitar on his back and ice on the ground. Oh shit. His guitar. He landed on when Odessa covered him back at the bar. He can't recall if he hard it break and now wasn't the time to check, but he needed a rest if he was going to keep going. He was half way to Odessa when he stopped and swung his case around. He knelt down and opened it. The teal blue acoustic guitar shined under the streetlight. He picked it up, looked it over, and nothing was out of place. The neck was good, any wear was from the last two years, and the strings weren't broken. Good. He packed it up and continued on, a little more rested and a little less panicked about his prized possession.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Love that movie.

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What the what what? Incorporeal being? Not afflicted? He didn't understand anything that came out of Elron's mouth, but he didn't have much of an answer anyway, so he guesses it doesn't matter. What does matter is that the door is open for their escape and he's itching to get out of there. He barely had a foot over the threshold when Odessa gave him an unsettling answer.

"Many apparitions, when they lose their previous body, desperately seek out a new body to take over. And usually they go for the closest match of their original body... which unfortunately is you." She chuckled and got so close to his face that he almost pushed her out of his space. "One solution would be to just give it what it wants. You'll still have your soul and infinite potential..."

Yeah, he was tired of whatever she was trying to pull. Some weird mix of attempting to be sexy and flirty, but it made his stomach churn instead. He's not good with sneaky people and his initial feeling about her changed from probably won't hurt him to he needs to stay the fuck away. She's more dangerous than the girls that look like his ex. She's suggesting he gives into a demon when he has demons of his own he fights every day and the last thing he needs is one that's like him in anyway shape or form. He doesn't imagine he'd live long with Stacey Gray x2.

A loud bang came from the other side of the wall, then he was on the snowy ground of the alley with Odessa on top of him. The Apparition came through the wall and almost got him, before crashing through another wall to the outside. He barely paid her any attention with his eyes on the snow tornado surrounding it. What the fuck fuck? Spirits, demons, fucking Satan, and now whatever optical illusion that is. Then her body was off of his and she pulled him to his feet. He didn't linger on their handhold and let go of her as soon as he stood up. Something didn't feel right. She was colder than she should be and her breath didn't cloud in the cold like his and Elron's. Swear to God if she's a corpse he's out. Alone in this strange world or not. Alone with Elron, of all people, or not. He's not coping with this. At. All.

He tucked the knife into his belt loops, then tugged on Elron's sleeve so he stayed between him and Odessa. Can't trust her not to stab him in the back or strangle him. Best to have distance. He ran down the alley, away from the monster, away from the bar, and hoped Zoey and Penny make it out okay. He's not sure if he can function with two insufferable people. The alley let out to another empty street, more snow on the ground now. He didn't know where to go, so he went in the direction he came from when Zoey yelled out earlier. If the bar was warm and had a functional jukebox, maybe they could get the train running in the meantime and get as far from here as possible.

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

"FAMA Special Agent Olin."

In-Ah just about fell asleep when a booming voice rang out in the emptiness around the building. FAMA? Why the fuck are FAMA here? Who called them? If they were anyone else she'd rack up another point on Nakala's pissed off-o'meter, but even she wasn't bold enough to fuck with the feds. She heard a door open and close down the hall. Probably junkie's door. One of the junkies. Frannie, Frankie, Frank? Something like that...Oh shit, the junkie's gonna talk to the feds? She couldn't miss this. Of all the times for her room to be at the back of the building. She could kick herself in the ass for that one. She didn't want the sun in her face when she woke up in the morning that's why she chose this room, but seems she's missing all the action now. Whatever.

In-Ah climbed out of bed and went down the hall to Frannie's room. The door was open and standing in the middle was french bitch tasting coke out of a plastic baggy. She rolled her eyes, walked across the room to the window, stepping on everything, but the needles, glad that she never goes outside her room without her shoes on. She didn't do drugs, but she's not ruining someone's tools when it was sparse around these parts to begin with. No one wants to deal with a crackhead in withdrawal. That's a hell and a half. She lifted the window higher and sat on the sill, watching as Frank approached a tall lizard man. Lizard man? She's seen some shit with deltahumans. They had their own dragon, whose shriek was killer on the ears. Like right now. But never a lizard man that's cognizant. Looks like it's just an appearance thing and probably a strength enhancement. Frankie's skinny ass won't survive this one.

She looked at Esme. "야! Don't OD." All the dead bodies were outside. If FAMA raided them and found a corpse on top of drugs she'd be fucked with the rest of them. She's comfortable here as shitty as this building is. There aren't others out there that are in the same semi-functional condition that haven't been commandeered by another group. She doesn't think about how she'd be truly alone if she were left to her own devices. Of all the homes this is the only one she wants to come back to. She leaned back and hopes something interesting happens. It got her up after all.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Belen's hand shook during the minutes that Gregorio was gone. She stuffed her hands in her purse to hide her fear. She already lost her mother (maybe), she couldn't handle it if Gregorio disappeared too. Or died in this case.

"Srta. it'll be okay. Gregorio's strong, smart, he'll survive." Cruz whispered to her, his thigh pressed against hers. She knows he's right, but she's never lost anyone before and doesn't want to think about it. Having one missing person on her mind is bad enough.

"I know that. He'll be fine." No sooner had she said it Gregorio and the girl came back down. It's locked in a room, seems like it didn't notice them, since it's still knocking around up there.

"Let's not poke the hornet's nest. We can leave it there until it does something." One of the troublemakers said.

"I agree, but if it does move we'll be sitting ducks." Gregorio looked around the room, a plan formed in his mind. "Alright. We need defense and that means." He look down at the girl Belen shot. "We need to move from this area. It's too open. Get her up." He said pointing at girl bleeding out. He went back to the living room. Two sectionals, an arm chair, and a TV stand case almost a long and as tall as the wall. That'd be too heavy to move.

"Srta., Cruz, I need the couch." He addressed everyone in the room, Jane and her step-dad, the man with the ax, the girl and the boy that followed him upstairs, and the woman that came with the doctor. "I have a plan. We need to move the couches to block the stairs and the front door, the arm chair to block the black door, and someone to help get the girl off the floor and back towards the garage door. We'll set up a line of defense. Anyone with a gun in the front, melee weapons in the middle, and the injured and anyone attending to the injured in the garage. Let's get to it."

Cruz struggled off the couch, still a little dizzy, but Gregorio grabbed his arm and held him steady. They looked into each other's eyes, an understanding passed between them like when they were in the same unit and crazy shit was about to go down. "You good?"

"Never better."

Gregorio clapped his arm. "I'll be right behind you."

Belen rolled her eyes, and stood up, her bag on her shoulder. She peeped whatever was going on between them years ago. It's almost like watching her dads. Grossly cute. Cruz moved as fast as he could to the garage door, Belen right behind him. He opened it, then handed her the key fob. "Get in the truck. We might need to make a getaway if the house comes down." Belen climbed into the truck, her hands gripped the steering wheel, her eyes forlorn while she watched Cruz go back into the house. Gregorio said for the injured to stay in the garage. That's only two people. Of course he wouldn't listen.

Gregorio set his plan into motion.

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Stacey didn't know where to focus his attention. There's Mr. Pretentious, Zoey, Odessa, and Penny conversing, Lilith writing on her board, and Mao? (he thinks he heard her right over everyone else). Elron was some paranormal agent, no one else bought his bullshit. Too much. All of it. This crowd in a small bar made the space tight and all the conversation reminded him of is brothers' party two years ago. He didn't want to go back there. Not now. One panic attack a today was enough. His hands itched to play. He needed to get out of here, but he hated the idea of wandering off by himself even more. He liked being alone, but to be completely alone with nothing but himself to keep him company made him uncomfortable. Instead, he closed his eyes and focused on the music the best he could, until he was lost in it. He went over the notes in his mind, refreshing himself on how to play, until he can get his guitar in his hands. He picked up conversation of leaving here. He opened his eyes. Penny and Zoey headed to the door. He slid off his seat, he adjusted his case on his back.

"Get away from the door!"

Stacey didn't know what was going on, and he didn't get the chance to think about it. He took the warning for what it was and got away from the table. He crouched against the bar close to Odessa and Elron. A second later a tall, smokey black, headless creature crashed into the door. Zoey and Penny hit the floor.

"Apparition."

What the fuck? Like a ghost? A demon maybe? The Apparition thing spoke some language he couldn't understand, then shot out an arm towards him. Then a pillar sprung out of the floor in front of him. The hand smashed into it, but it didn't break. His hands shook, breathe stuck in his throat, and he wanted to piss himself. What the fuck? What the fuck? What the FUCK!

"We have to go, there's a exit out the back!"

Stacey followed right behind Elron, he jumped over the top of the counter and ducked. Its hand hit the back wall of alcohol no sooner had his head ducked down. Bottles shattered above them, glass and alcohol rained down. Why him? Why is it always him? Tears came to his eyes, terrified. He couldn't breathe for sure this time, but he had to move. He had to go.

Stop being a pussy. Sandy's voice yelled in his mind.

Not much for encouragement, but he'll take it. He didn't let his tears fall. He wouldn't do himself any favors if he couldn't see where he was going. He wiped his eyes, then moved. He kept low, he heard Penny yelling at, followed by something hitting it rapidly. He hoped she didn't die trying to save him. He followed Elron to the kitchen in the back. Please don't let the back door be locked. He didn't want to die today. As shitty as this situation is, if it were two years ago, he'd let the thing have him. But he's worked too hard to give up now. The kitchen was empty like the rest of the bar. The large metal counter top had pots and pans hanging over it. There were knives in blocks. He grabbed one. It was sharp and he doubted it'd save him from smokey, but better this than nothing.

"What is that thing? You're a paranormal expert, agent, something, right?" He turned to Elron, hoping he'd have answers; maybe someway to stop that thing from chasing him.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Belen didn't pay any attention to the three no names that tried to appeal to them with the "doctor" act. Maybe the man could help, but she wasn't the one that was hurt. If Cruz needed it he could speak up for himself. She finished up her protein bar and uncapped her bottle for a drink, when an upstairs window broke. Everyone froze, the only ones making noise were the troublemakers. One girl with a golf club crept towards the stairs. Suicidal much. Belen pulled out her gun. She had five bullets left and an extra mag in her purse. She's not sure what it takes to get rid of these things, but this ain't it sis. Better than nothing and she has two lines of defense if push comes to shove. Except, Gregorio stood up and went after the girl.

"Gregorio, where are you going?" She whispered.

He held a finger to his lips and shushed her. Belen rolled her eyes. He motioned towards the stairs. Of course he's going up there, and while she can't agree with this, it's better to handle it before it came down a slaughtered everyone else. She didn't want to spend the night with corpse and blood might get on her clothes. She shooed her hand. Cruz looked forlorn like he might lose his friend, but he knew he had to go to keep Belen safe. He nodded, crossed from his forehead and across his chest. Belen did the same halfheartedly. Obviously God ain't home if the demons are out having field day.

Gregorio nudged the girl with the golf club out of the way, then motioned for her to follow him, but quietly. He got to the top of the stairs and pulled out his mirror. It wasn't in the hallway. Good. He heard moving around in one of the rooms. Sounded like it was in the room Jane and her step-dad were in earlier. These things ate people, maybe it smelled them on the sheets. He stuck close to the wall on the side of the hall the door was on, then crept swiftly, but quietly to the door. He checked with his mirror again. It wasn't too big. About the size of a person. Big enough to fit through the window at least. It's wings fluttered as it sniffed around the bed. He looked back at golf club girl and told her to stay. He could shoot it and draw attention to the others outside, but that's dangerous. They need a plan. Gregorio looked again. The monster's back was to him. He quickly grabbed the door, pressed the lock on the other side, then closed it. The door wouldn't hold it long, but it might buy them time.

He turned around and went back to the stairs and down. "I locked it in the room, but we need a plan. We gotta get rid of it without making too much noise. There won't be a house left if we get into a gun fight and draw attention."