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So all our characters will know each other? Other than whoever new we get?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

They were given two hours, before they had to meet at a trailer park called Greenwood with masks to hide their faces. Herik decided it would be best to eat and get out of his uniform, before meeting up. He spent an hour at his favorite diner: Adrian's Skillet. It's a nice little play usually visited by the elderly and mostly staffed by senior citizens during the day and college students at night. They had the best food in Tampa. He pulled a yellow shirt and his brown thong sandals out of his duffel bag, then went into the restaurant with the bag on his shoulder. He was greeted by Yvonne, she always worked the afternoon shift. She took his order after he sat down in his usual booth next to the window where he got the most sun. The portion sizes were larger than the average person could eat for a decent price. He put away two plates of five large pancakes, eight sausages, and four scrambled eggs. He had orange juice instead of coffee, he preferred sweet and a little tart to bitter. After he paid the check, he went to the bathroom and changed out of his trunks and into blue jersey shorts.

Herik looked in his trunk for anything he could fight vampires with. Because of conflicting information about what they could do, he decided he need the basics. At least a wood stake. Oh wait, Kayla said not to kill anyone. Okay, so no stake. That's fine. He didn't want to take a life, even though it's a vampire. They had emotions and families too. Would a cross do the trick? Maybe some holy water, but he didn't know a priest. He couldn't ask his mother. She knew all sorts of people. Oh wait, he does have a cross. He closed the trunk and slid into the driver's seat. On his rear view mirror hung a rosary his mother always wore around his neck. She gave it to him when he started his life guard job over fifteen years ago. She said it would keep him safe. He couldn't wear on the job, because it was too long so he hung it up in his car. He pulled it off the mirror and placed it around his neck. He was ready to go.

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He arrived at Greenwood right after Kayla. There was traffic on the way and he got turned around on the GPS a few times, but he made it. He parked the last in the line down the street from the trailer they were supposed to have it out at. He climbed out of his car and got half way to the group, before he remembered he was supposed to wear a mask. He didn't have one, so he improvised with red shirt he had in his bag. He tore it along the seam on the sides and around the neck. The pieces of the front, back, and sleeves were left. He tied the front piece around his face and stuffed the shambles in his pocket. He assumed the fight would get bloody. Maybe someone will need to clean up after they're done.

He caught up to them on the tail end of Kayla saying, "You follow me in there, you don't leave without everyone else. Now or never, girls."
Oh, it's happening now. Great! He kept his smile, though he was a little nervous about resorting to violence. He's not sure how much a vampire could take and he didn't want to hurt anyone too bad like he did when he was sixteen. Kayla didn't have any reservations about that, because she jabbed the man that opened the door in the throat, then choked him out with a chain cloaked in her magic. Ellie screamed behind him, so he turned around to see her on her knees shaking. He looked behind him, the fight escalated when everyone else joined the fight and vampires that transformed into bat attacked them. He wasn't expecting this. It was violent and grungy. He looked back at Ellie and Claudette. Claudette would fine if something came their way, but Ellie's magic wasn't combat oriented. She'd be a sitting duck if anything came her way and Claudette wasn't there to protect her. He decided that he'll keep an eye out if he needed to come back and fight the creatures. With more hands on deck they'll finish it quickly and Ellie wouldn't need saving, because it'd be over soon enough.

Herik only ran a few feet from the tree when a vampire swooped down to grab him with its claws. He reached for it, grabbed its ankle, and set his feet into the ground, shifting his weight and holding steady so it wouldn't be easy to lift him off his feet. The vampire flapped its wings stronger, but Herik wouldn't let go. He pulled down, muscles and veins bulging in his arms. It shrieked and flapped harder, but he pulled it down harder, hands gripping fur further up its leg until he had it around the waist. He shifted his weight back on his heels, bent backwards, and threw the creature in a suplex. Herik's back hit the ground, but he barely felt it. He quickly rolled onto his feet and grabbed the creature around neck and locked it in a choke hold, his bicep cut off its breathing. Oh right, Ellie. She's right there. He can't choke it out. She yelled after Kayla did it to the man. He let it go, but flipped it onto its back and punched it in the face, until it blacked out. His hand hurt and he's sure he broke something, but he didn't dwell on it. He's used to adrenaline masking the worst of his injuries.

He barely moved a foot before another came him, clawed hands ready to tear into him. Herik was significantly taller and more muscled than this one. He elbowed the creature's nose. He punched it in the face right at the joint that kept the jaw hinged. It broke under his hit and went down. He was lingering on the outskirts for Ellie just encase. One came him fist raised. Herik slipped passed the fist, and tucked the vampire's arm into his armpit, pulled, then kicked its feet out from under him. It hit the ground, where he wrestled it onto its stomach with its arm bent back and up onto its shoulder blade.

"Tap out!" He yelled at it. The creature struggled, until Herik pushed its arm up and it dislocated from the shoulder. The shriek pierced his ears, but he didn't let up until it stopped moving. He smashed it face into the concrete, then moved onto the next one. This ran at him, so he rushed it, got down low, grabbed its legs, and flipped it over his back. The creature hit its head on the way down, knocking it out. Herik backed towards the tree, but kept enough distances to fight comfortably.

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Penny and Zoey are missing and they're never coming back. Good luck Kimberly.

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Stacey wiped his tears, his eyes were red and a little puffy, and the rest of his face slowly went back to it's tawny color. The hand Penny placed on his shoulder was comforting. He felt he could trust her and Zoey, because he knows that it's rare to find people that would stick their neck out for you, much less save your life. He knows he wouldn't have done the same, but he wants to save them someday. If they stick around here any longer he might end up having the chance. When he looked up again they weren't in the city. Instead, they were in the middle of a forest at a pond. At least they were out of the city. Maybe they'll have the chance to breathe for a day, two days, a week, the rest of the time they're here. He hopes.

"It's an Apparition... long as something is keeping it alive it'll come back. And keep coming for you. You can kill it a thousand times, but whatever is keeping it from moving on will only grow... stronger."

And of course Odessa has to crush his hopes and dreams. So they're not safe. But more specifically he's not safe. His chest contracted, his felt his heart beat against his chest, he couldn't breathe. No. No. No. NO! They won! He was safe and now there's a chance for that thing to come for him again. His tears came back and he couldn't stop shaking. He wanted to go home or away from here. Anything else had to be better than this. The conversation around him muffled out, but he could tell there was conflict and a fight almost broke out. He curled up, drew his knees into his chest, and bared his face in them. Inhale: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Hold: 1, 2, 3, 4. Exhale: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. He did this for several minutes, but he didn't feel any better nor like he was going to come out of his panic attack anytime soon. He probably didn't have thirty minutes to sort himself out. If that thing was going to come back for him they needed to run, didn't they? Or would it matter? It magically found them at the bar, didn't it? Maybe there was no way to outrun this thing. Stacey looked at the lake. He considered drowning himself once during a storm, but Sandy stopped him for her sake. Penny and Zoey saved his neck, so they'd stop him from nosediving into it. No, stop it. Don't think about that. The breathing technique he might not have time for, so he tuned into the conversation. He can multitask.

Apparently, the conflict is over and Odessa theorizes that they're in the an dreamworld or alternate universe. They were sent here by something and they needed dimensional powers to get out of here. He's sure he doesn't have that. He's not sure what he has. Stacey hadn't noticed, until Elron mentioned she was warm in the freezing cold. He and Zoey stood next to her, the snow melting around them. She quiet for a moment, before she shows her arm and the skin pulls back, revealing a wooden bone, and flowers bloom out of it. She's a plant, she says. A. Plant. That's the creepiest thing he's ever seen and it makes him queasy looking at it. He turns his head away and looks into the darkness between the trees, instead. But the dark made his anxiety worse; when you look into darkness, it looks back at you. He's seen all the darkness inside himself already. He'd be surprised if there's more he hasn't learned yet. He glances back to Odessa. She put her flowers back where they came from. Good.

"It's possible that we're all from completely different universes from each other."

He has his doubts that The Killers exist in whatever world Elron from, so they have to be from the same place. He just never realized that a lot of weird shit went on in his world, until he spelled (maybe) his ex. He's not sure.

"It's also possible that we may never find our home universes. And we're gone for good."

Gone for good? Like Dorothy and Toto permanently stuck in Oz? Or Alive never leaving Wonderland? He stood up then and got closer to the group, not so much he was close to Odessa, but he felt a little of her heat and he made sure Elron stood between. He'll freeze to death before he gets in reaching distance of her.

"I don't know anything about Extra-normal humans, but if we have powers can one of us get dimensional travel so we can get out of here?" He doesn't say he'll sooner careen off a cliff or drown in a pond if he has to be here forever running from Apparitions.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

@JunkMail Is Kayla getting Herik's name wrong on purpose? She keeps calling him Henrik.

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No real answer. Got it.

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So what powers/abilities/attributes to vampires have in this universe?

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There was a lot going on, but Herik tried to keep up. There were serial murders in Port Richey. He remembers hearing something about it on the radio, then he changed the station, because he doesn't like hearing about bad news. Agatha thinks it's something supernatural, but no one else thinks so. He'll go with the majority ruling that it's best to leave it to the cops, but he didn't want to leave Agatha hanging. She's new at this and probably needs the reassurance that her idea wasn't a bad one. He understood that. Then Kayla's news about her being attacked held his attention. His blood boiled at the thought someone he cared about being violated in their own home. He knows home invasions are personal and terrifying. Kayla was definitely affected by it. Her usual self-assured attitude took a back side when she expressed her concerns and anger. They even hurt Oleander. No one should abuse animals. That's cruel. He can handle simple guys that thought they could pick on someone smaller than them. He was ready to offer his help, until she said vampires. He's seen vampire articles on the internet, but nothing was concrete on how to deal with them. That'd be tough, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it. Most everyone else was going and he didn't want to be left out, so he raised his hand.

"I'll go with you." He said with the utmost confidence, then he spoke to Agatha. "Since one of our own is in trouble we should handle this first, then I'll help you can way I can with the murders." He hopes for the sake of future victims that it's not supernatural, then they'll have a fighting chance to live. A monster would be more difficult and not something the authorities could handle on their own. They should work out Kayla's problem quickly for the sake of the innocent.

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.