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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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It was almost two-thirty, Herik couldn't wait to get off from work. A Coven meeting was called today for two-thirty and he was already late. He knew the meeting wouldn't start on time, because it never did, but he didn't like being late for things. It was rude. He checked his waterproof watch, the second hand ticked-ticked-ticked, until it reached the twelve. Three on the dot and he was done with his shift.

"Excuse me, ladies. I'm off the close." Herik climbed down from the life guard tower, women of all ages, he hoped they were all legal, and colors tried to get his attention. He kept it bright with his smile, but hitched his bag over his shoulder. No use changing out of his work uniform. He could go mostly anywhere bare chested and in his red trunks with the lifeguard sign on it: +GUARD. He dug for the keys to his 2004 Honda Civic. The leg room sucked, but it was all he could afford. It was better than no car at all. He drove to the casino the Coven used as it's hideout. He didn't hate the place. It definitely saw better times, but it had its charms. Too bad it was let go.

The drive over was smooth. He parked the car, grabbed orange his fanny pack with a small notebook in, his house keys, cellphone, and car keys once he's locked up. He makes it to the door, pauses, and turns back to his car. He clicked the lock button again, double checking that he did lock it. He repeated that the car is locked as he entered the building, so he wasn't inclined to triple check. The casino was messier than the last time he came and everyone was tense. Agatha stood in front of the table, Kayla beside her, Ellie and Sin were at the bar, Jessica, Madison, Emily, and Claudette sat at the table, while Riley sat on an old slot machine, Maya on a couch, and Izzy was on the floor. He didn't have many options to sit down, since most of the people that were uncomfortable around him were at the table, plus most of the tension in the room centered around the table, it left him with one option. The bar.

"Good afternoon. Hope your day was better than yesterday." He smiled the brightest he could and let the tension roll off his back. No point getting worked up. He's sure everything will work out. "Come one, Izzy. The floor's no place for a lady." He picked Izzy up off the floor like she was a pillow. No doubt she wouldn't be able to walk with the smell of alcohol heavy on her skin. He sat her on a stool next to Sin, then sat in the one beside her. "So, what's on today's agenda?"

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 400lbs 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.

WRESTLING ⫻ He was a wrestling champ on the varsity team in high school, until his junior year when he was kicked off the team for an incident where he broke a guy's jaw with his fist.

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

"I used to be the most normal dude here."

TYPE ⫻ One-Eye-Open; Awakened via transfer from his mother
ABSTRACTION ⫻ He'd been exposed to his mother's gravitational ability for almost thirty years, before she went into a coma.

His mother's abstraction is gravitational push and pull.

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.

Herik's manifestation of gravitational push and pull comes in the form of his lion tattoo disappearing from his arm into a translucent beast. A sigil appears in its place and when the lion goes back to his arm it's underneath it. When it grabs an object with it's teeth it pulls back to Herik, bringing it to him. To push an object away it rams into it and repels it. The lion can only work within a 100ft radius of Herik. It can pull objects within 100ft or push objects away 100ft. He's taken to affectionately calling his lion Asta.

LIMITS ⫻ It can pull any one object to him at a time and push away one object. He can't pull and push at the same time nor move more than one object at a time.

OTHER

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

Herik's going through a depression slump right now. He's trying to stay positive, but it's hard with friends dying and the group getting into one dangerous adventure after another.

Herik H. Cletis's Relationship Table

Character name	Opinion
Emily G. Reed	Emily has changed a little. I used to think she was the type to do things alone and do it her way, but she's more introspective than I thought. She asked Vashti and I for help, and we asked for help in return. Our goals are similar. With a new understanding I know we'll figure out a solution to our problems together.
Madison Brown	Madison is one more bad idea from getting herself killed. Between confronting the Hound and sneaking onto Schmidt's boat she's spiraling. She's not levelheaded anymore about her decisions. If she continues to jump head first into trouble she might find herself in a situation she can't fight her way out of and bring the Coven down with her.
Claudette Jones	RIP
Maya Choi	Maya has really gotten worse or maybe she's been this bad the whole time and I was too optimistic to see it. The Outsider incident was mostly her fault. And I don't want to say she indirectly caused Ellie's death, so I'll keep that thought to myself.
Kayla Foster	Kayla's disappeared a few weeks ago. I hope she's okay.
Izzy Sasaki	RIP
Ellie Hart	RIP
Sin Salverson	Sin plays follow who's ever causing the most trouble. I think she's just along for the ride.
Lyss Burns	Lyss is our new - maybe - leader. I don't really know. She's pragmatic. Too pragmatic I think. I feel like she has her own agenda that doesn't align with not getting into trouble. There's things she's not telling us. I don't want to be in her business, I also want to know if she's involved with anything that could potentially get us all killed.
Vashti Nour	Vashti is amazing. I like her a lot. I've only known her a few days, but I feel more connected to her than anyone else in the Coven. It was probably the way she isn't afraid to be vulnerable with me. And according to Emily there's a green string between us. I don't know what that means, but I don't think it's a bad thing. Her, Emily, and I have more to discuss about how we're going to help each other.

Stacey Gray 2.0

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"Never fear your demons. They're easy to kill."

28 | 6'1 | Latinx & White | He/Him | 216lb

[Cocky]

APPEARANCE

"The best I've ever been."

For the longest time Stacey's hair was long and voluminous. He let it grow out when he hung out with wannabe hippies and didn't cut it, until he was long into his music career. Trying to capture Apparitions with long, untamed hair like his was a hazard, so he cute it short. His fans freaked out about it. Most lamented his hair, said they no longer had their daily dose of hair porn, but he kinda likes it manageable. Brings more attention to his handsome face. His skin tawny skin his flawless on his face. He keeps up a good skin care routine. The rest of his body is marked by old scars that remind him of the worst half of his life, but he's past the nightmares and depression. The anxiety was hard to kick, but it's not as prevalent as it was in his teen years. He's filled out, no longer the skinny kid he used to be. He doesn't workout, but he still has nice muscle definition. He keeps his beard well groomed and trimmed down. His eyes are hazel, and change between light brown, green, and bluish gray sometimes. His eyes are consistently inconsistent. In his right ear are three piercings: lobe, upper lobe, and conch. He doesn't have any in his left ear. His style of clothing changes year to year. He doesn't get into trends, but he likes what he likes when he's in the mood for something different. Right now he's into long side open tank tops and skinny jeans, leather jackets, and silver rings. Sometimes he wears rings on all his fingers, others just on a few, depends on what he feels like when he gets up in the morning.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I do what I want when I want."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To capture strong Apparitions for his collection and Florida's a hot bed for activity lately.

WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ Stacey's heard word around that the Outsider was bested by a group of novice magical girls. The Outsider shouldn't be in the hands of people that'll fuck around and let it get loose again. He wants in, so he can get it.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ People are selfish assholes, so fuck them and worry about yourself. Someone is always out to get something from you, even if it takes a long time they'll eventually stab you in the back. Always look over your shoulder.

SECRETS ⫻ Stacey murdered his whole family and his first girlfriend. He'll gladly say he did it when the statue of limitations is over. That's in another decade or so. Then again normal people wouldn't believe he turned them to stone, but DENS will definitely be on his ass. He doesn't want trouble with the feds.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual. He leans more towards women, but an attractive man is an attractive man. Doesn't ask him to be in a solid relationship though. He's here for a good time, not a commitment.

FEARS ⫻ Death via Apparition and Life imprisonment, but not in jail. A jail couldn't hold him. He doesn't want to be cursed or Abscised. He's seen it happen before and it was terrifying to think it could've been him once a upon a time.

REPUTATION ⫻ Stacey is a global rock star. Millions of followers on all his social media, concerts, four albums, he's noticeable on the street that's for sure. He's taken to hiding his identity whenever he has to duel or wants to go out and about in public. He's got a big fanbase in Tampa. It's hella annoying.

FLAWS ⫻ Stacey doesn't trust anyone. Everyone has an angle and he does his best to find out what it is and exploit it if he can. He's out for his own self-interest. He doesn't mind hurting people to get what he wants. He doesn't beat people up, but a curse here and there doesn't make him lose sleep at night.

BACKSTORY

"The dark days are over, but still hasn't found the sun."

When Stacey was seventeen, he and a group of people were spirited away to another dimension by a ghost girl. He was only there for a few days, but those few day changed him for the better he would say. He stopped letting people walk all over him, he stopped being afraid of people, though he's got a chip on his shoulder about blonde white women or white women that look like they'd be into alternative rock from the early 2000s. Don't ask. Upon his arrival home he was greeted by his family and ex-girlfriend. They pretended to be overjoyed to have him back after going missing for a few days, but he knew the truth. They just missed their punching bag. The first thing he did after his new found change was kill the people responsible for abusing him most of his life and his ex. He turned them to stone, then broke them into pieces so they'd never have the chance to break free. The only one he spared was Sandy. He's not sure where her statue ended up, but if the world ends she'll have a second chance at life.

He left home after he murdered them and ended up hitching hiking with a group of wanna be hippies that knew all about magic. No eminent danger, all the patience in the world, they liked his music, it was great. The two years he spent with them were the best years of his life, despite being riddled with nightmares of his family and being paranoid that someone will find out he's responsible for their deaths. When he left he had a demo album and more confidence in himself to achieve his rock star dreams. He spent two years getting his music out there to different record companies, playing in underground clubs, on the internet, anywhere he could get exposure. It finally happened for him when he was twenty-two. An up and coming record company saw his potential and signed him right away. Moon Star Records came through for him when they put his song Allure on the radio. It hit the charts and over night he had a big fanbase. It was more so pop-rock than his usual style, but it got his foot in the door.

Stacey's future was set. Fame, money, star power, everything he ever wanted and could ever want he had to the point he got bored. Writing music was the only thing that kept him entertained, but he couldn't do that all the time. It was part of his job now, so what could he do when he wanted a break? A woman named Erika paid for VIP tickets at one of his concerts for the chance to meet him. She introduced him to something he didn't know existed: Apparition dueling. He knew about Apparitions. When he was in another other dimension one wanted to kill him, but dueling was new. She said she knew he was extra-normal when she went to his first concert tour and heard him play Allure. His guitar glowed and sigils appeared around it. She had One-Eye-Open and thought he'd be a wonderful addition to the underground ring her father ran. He went to one to watch what it was all about and loved every minute of it. Extra-normals sealed Apparitions and used them to battle in a ring. No matter who hosted the events the rules were the same: 1. No deaths, and 2. Loser had to give up the Apparition they fought with to the winner. It was all in good fun as long as people didn't make bets that put them in the red.

Stacey wanted in, but he had to get an Apparition first. The group he traveled with in his last teens told him how to seal an Apparition, but didn't put it into practice. He didn't have a reason to, so he had to trial and error it. The problem was that he couldn't get strong Apparitions, because they'd kill him or take his body so he had to go for weaker ones. Ones he didn't have to fight to seal them. He put them in various guitar picks he kept his guitar case, because they were small, light weight, and no one would question why he had them. His fight few fights in the ring weren't successful. He lost for months, lost most of his Apparitions to the point where he only had one left: Ikki. Ikki was a tiny yellow oblong blob that didn't have motivation to much other than fade away. He found it in a supposed to be haunted bed and breakfast in Oregon. It used to scare visitors whenever it'd speak to them or moved their stuff around to get their attention. It reminded Stacey of himself when he was younger and that's why he kept it and never put it in a fight. When he let it out, Ikki ate the other Apparition and absorbed its power. He didn't know it could do that. When he asked how it was that powerful later on, Ikki said it was never weak, but it didn't want to be alone anymore. It's attempts to get people to talk to it or interact with it were so it could ask them to take it with them. It'd been in that house for over a hundred years. It didn't even remember if it was human at one point or not. It was just waiting for the day someone wouldn't be afraid of it. It said that as long as Stacey didn't throw it away, then it'd do whatever he wanted.

After that Stacey won match after match, Ikki became stronger, and it was easier for him to fight stronger Apparitions to capture for dueling. Stacey became the guy to beat. After years of dueling he got kinda bored. He went from frequenting dueling matches to going once or twice a year to check out the competition. Maybe someone would be a challenge, but they never were. So he changed his focus from dueling for sport to collecting Apparitions in his private studio just to have them. The stronger they are the more he wants them. Apparitions weren't on his radar every day, so it was only something he did in his free time. While dueling got boring, his music thrived. He made songs and albums based on the Apparitions he woke to. The stories they told were fascinating and bizarre. He became well known for his lyrical content.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Nothing out of the ordinary."

SING, WRITES AND PLAYS MUSIC ⫻ Can play the guitar and writes original songs. Without it he wouldn't be a rockstar.

BASIC FIRST AID ⫻ Knows his way around a first aid kit from practice on himself during his years of abuse. He'll tell you a lie every time about why he's almost as good as an EMT.

SENSES TROUBLE ⫻ Has a sense for when shits about to go bad from years of having to watch out for himself. He's very aware of the people around him and picks up on a bad atmosphere. Like the calm before a fight breaks out. Sometimes it helps to be closer to the door than everyone else, even if he doesn't get close enough out of dodge sometimes.

APPARITION DUELING ⫻ He's semi-retired from the game, but he can fight any Apparition any day of the week.

ABSTRACTION

"Stronger than ever."

TYPE ⫻ Adept | Blue Lux

ABSTRACTION ⫻ The channeler is his teal guitar. The sigil that activates when he uses his channeler.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ When Stacey first got his abstraction it only worked when he played his channeler, but he the older he got and the more experienced he became he realized it worked as long as he had it in the same room with him. Not having his guitar in his hands when casting a curse got him in the habit of just saying the curse aloud, instead of singing it. As long as the words are a poem that's at least a bar (four lines of lyrics) explaining what will happen and how to break it, then he can cast a curse. Curses that he cast can also be undone by him as long as he includes he can break his own curse in the poem.

Fears: This curse can make people hallucinate the thing they fear the most on and off, until Stacey says the trigger words. To break the curse sooner the person has to meet the conditions of the curse.

Stone: This curse turns people to stone. The only way to break it is if Stacey lets you go himself or the person meets the conditions to break free. He only uses this one when he wants someone dead. He rarely uses this curse, but when he does he destroys the statue right away so they can't come back. He's only ever spared one person.

Allure: This curse is a song that everyone that knows his music is familiar with. The chorus is a curse to make people stay his loyal fans forever. The amount of people he's cursed with this at concerts and live television is in the millions. Of all his curses this one is the hardest to break, because he doesn't know most of the people caught up in his spell.

Trap: This curse is the one he used to trap Apparitions in guitar picks for Apparition dueling. He's also trapped ones that he doesn't use for dueling. He's got a few nasties he can't let out, ever.

*Ikki is Stacey's Apparition sidekick that can make five nearly invisible clones at once that can eat the magic of its enemy and drains their power, giving Ikki a power boost. The boost increases the amount of magic it can take at a time.

LIMITS ⫻ The curses in his songs can bypass Emotional-Fields to an extent, each one interacts with emotional fields in different capacities. However, whoever listens to his songs, friend and foe alike, will be hit with the curse. Stacey cannot control who gets affected and who will not. Each curse has a different set of limits.

Fears: The curse can bypass emotional-fields partially. The Extra-Normal can be affected by it but the Emotional-Fields will eventually fight off the curse and the effects will be removed around five minutes, ten minutes at most. The Blind are affected permanently or as long as Stacey wills it. However, the curse can be broken if they face their fears and they will be immune to it.

Stone: The Extra-Normal are immune to the effects of the stone curse. Its effects are not instant and take a couple minutes for somebody to turn into stone if they were to use this time to meet the conditions of breaking the curse they are saved. Somebody can also return them to normal if they are the right type of Extra-Normal.

Allure: Again, the Extra-Normal are immune to the effects of this curse, however the Blind are not.

Trap: Stacey can trap one Apparition at a time, and he has no-decision in which one. Only the closet one will be sucked into his guitar and he can't instantly suck them in. There's a period where they can fight back, and he can only store up to ten Apparitions at a time. However, attempting to go over that limit will cause the guitar to be broken and all of his Apparitions to be released.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Stacey is affected by his curses in various ways... Stacey will see the hallucinations from the fear curse but he can also ignore them. However, these hallucinations can impair his vision. The stone curse will partially turn him into stone for a period of time and will greatly slow him down - or even break and crack his skin. Stacey is susceptible to attack when he traps an Apparition within his guitar and his casting can be interrupted.

OTHER

"I keep this one close to my heart."

The first album Stacey ever made was called Sandy and the Cinderella Boy. He never released it to the public and he never will.

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.