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Tom Finch

The Indo, Irish Pub

Day 1, Afternoon

Tom sat on the ladder he’d set up inside the barn. It was a simple repair job but he’d foolishly been focused on other things while he was hammering in the last of the nails. The hammer had caught his left thumb and while the smack had not been too bad it had cut his them on the nail he’d been holding. Sitting in the early autumn air he let the blood drip slowly to the dirt at the front of the Carrow’s Barn. The shoring for the barns main door would hold until he could get a couple guys to come out and help him replace the frame of the barn door. The wood was older and consequently it had fractured. Tom suspected that the wood which had been used originally was subpar but he hadn’t said anything to Ben Carrow, the owner of the property. The Carrow’s lived out in Wenham which wasn’t that bad of a drive and the pay was good but mostly he was doing it because Ben’s wife Lisa had helped one winter when Claire had been sick and Tom had been contracted by the county to do telephone pole repair work when they were short handed. This was largely a favor to the family. That and a quick paycheck as well as the promise of a proper job.

As the bleeding finally stopped Tom picked up another of the nails and set it in the wood. Instead of picking up the hammer he simply focused on the nail and with an expenditure of energy he drove the nail deep into the wood with his magic. It was simpler and he didn’t risk smacking his hand again now that it was injured. Without bothering to pick up the next nail he simply picked it up with his mind and drove it into the next hole in the bracket. Tom was not a fan of using magic in such a fashion but the pain in his thumb was enough to annoy him and he wanted to go to a tavern in town before he went home for the evening.

With the bracket complete, Tom climbed down from the ladder and started to fold it up. As he did so he happened to look at the ground and a cold chill climbed his spine. The blood droplets had run, but not in any natural pattern. It was an X a V and a line in the dirt. As Tom walked across the space between the barn and the house he shuddered. The blood in the dirt was not a good sign. Particularly since he was not sure what it meant. At least not yet. It might be time to tell Tracy but he wanted to investigate further before he brought anything up to the Hive’s leader. No doubt more signs would follow if there was something disturbing the flow of things, perhaps it was simply best to wait and see.

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The Indo had been in Salem since the 1800’s and Tom had hunted it down as soon as he’d moved back to Salem. It was traditional Irish and he loved it, particularly their cider since it was the taprooms own brew. Sitting at one of the tables beside the front window Tom contemplated his injured thumb. Lisa had wrapped it for him but the floor had seeped part of the way through the bandage so he could start to see the red.

Salem had been less and less of a safe place to hide. Strangely for a few years it had been pretty safe to live in but of late it felt like the town was drawing more and more hunters as well as more unstable vampires and werewolves. The resident packs, Coven and of course the Witch Hive had probably been drawing the hunters in over the course of years. That and Tom suspected there was something else going on in Salem. It had been bothering him for the better part of a year but today seemed to confirm his suspicion that there was something going on. Some darker power, some disturbance in the natural flow of magic in and around the city.

Harkin set down the cider Tom had asked for and it snapped him out of the thoughts. Looking up at the Vampire owner of the bar Tom raised an eyebrow to match the eyebrow that the Indo’s owner had raised at him. “What’s that look Tom.” Harkin’s accent had been carefully maintained since the man had arrived here in the early 1900’s though it had faded to something understandable by the residents of the town. Though Tom could still hear it in the length of the O’s in Harkin’s look. Shaking his head Tom waved the Tavern owner off. “It’s nothing to be worried about.” Harkin finished Tom’s thought for him. “..Yet.” Tom paused and eyed the strange green yellow eyes of Harkin it was clear that the vampire could feel it too. “Yet. I’ll let you know if you need to run. I just saw something strange today.” The owner nodded as though this were understandable and left Tom to his drinking.

Taking out his cards the Warlock considered the worn Tarot deck quietly. If only he could read them like a true diviner. While he had plenty of general skill and could get a general idea from the cards, the patterns that a true diviner could see were lost on him. No matter how he practiced it he could never quite read the way he’d like to be able to. Though he had other talents elsewhere. Looking out the window Tom quirked an eyebrow as a light tap of rain caught his attention. They were five days from the 31st of October. This was going to be an interesting end of the year no doubt.

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@AlfhedilSame fam which is why I want to get it up today lol

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@SantosGabriel77@CuddleKitten@Prawn I need CS eta or if you aren't interested.

@Fabricant451 Cs to the CS page if you are still joining us.

@Lionhearted@McHaggis@Alfhedil@ihinka@Bishop@Queentze@Legion02 Still good to go?

Work is done in an hour then I'm headed home to do the op before the gym

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Its called typing on a phone lol.

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I'm going to take a detour to eat lunch some place away from my normal routine today so I can get our ic up today hopefully

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Appearance:
Name: Alexander Pavaine “The Clockman”
Age: 36
Guild Band: The Metal Monkeys.

Archetype: The Tinker

Backstory

Alexander is the oldest of the Pavaine brothers, the three of which have lived almost their entire lives within the Western City-States. Alexander’s parents, Lillian and Gregor Pavaine, were prominent members of the Guild during their lifetime and contributed much during their heyday. So devoted were they that they trained all three of their sons to take their place within the guild.
Growing up Alexander contracted a wasting disease which would leave him with a perpetual cough and less stamina and strength than his brothers throughout their teenage years and adult life. While his brothers had each inherited one half of Grego’s legend. Alexander inherited all of his mother Lilian’s legend. Thomas, the youngest of the Pavaine siblings inherited his father’s dexterity and skill as a pilot, and has grown to be one of the best Ace Pilots the guild has. Conversely Michael the middle child inherited his father’s legendary strength and skill with melee weapons and is considered to be one of the best the swordsman in the Western City-states.
While his brothers were growing up learning from his father, Alexander grew apart from his father as he lacked the strength and speed necessary to learn swordsmanship and he lacked the intuition to be an incredible pilot. Instead Alexander’s mother Lillian trained him. Alexander’s mind and wit would be his greatest asset. From an early age Alexander took to mechanics and construction with a will and skill that made his mother proud.
For a large part of his teenage years his brother’s teased him for being a “momma’s boy” until it became apparent Alexander had inherited another of Lilian’s talents. While he was absolute rubbish with small arms and melee weapons Alexander had the sniper’s gift. His talent with a Aether rifle at range soon rival that of his mother’s. After Alexander joined his brothers one afternoon on the range and challenged them to a shooting contest over a girl the three of them were all interested in, they never referred to him as momma’s boy again.
Alexander coughed into a handkerchief and pocketed it with practiced efficiency as he checked the length of the Aether rifle. He never could trust his brothers to maintain the weapons properly. Even his father for all his talent was never one to maintain them as it had long been his mother’s job to keep their equipment in working order. “Hey Thomas, do you think Alex can even lift that thing?” Michael joked to their younger brother. Thomas just laughed and shook his head “Last chance to escape being humiliated in front of Lucy.” Alex ignored them, their teasing never really bothered him but it was time to show them just what he could do.
The targets were about 30 yards out. A pathetically easy shot with the Aether rifle. They would be shooting five rounds; fastest time and most accurate would win. Turning he waved at Lucy who was sitting watching the three of them with her parasol open to ward off the sun.
Turning back he gestured to his brothers “Shall we?” Thomas turned back to Lucy “When you say go Lucy”. Alexander exhaled slowly to make sure that a coughing fit wouldn’t overtake him during the contest. “GO!” The shout rang from Lucy. Thomas and Michael brought their rifles up and took aim quickly letting off a shot one right after the other. Alexander methodically placed the rifle to his shoulder and calmly squeezed the trigger. It crackled as his first round hit dead center. With a patient methodical motion he aimed and squeezed the trigger four more times; In a matter of moments he had drilled the target with five perfect shots, Thomas had beaten him by a few seconds but one of his shots was wide, while Michael’s gun had overheated.
After the targets had been brought in Alexander’s brothers had been furious and awed all the same. Lucy had agreed to let Alexander court her after that but soon broke it off to leave him for Thomas. After this incident Alex had left their home in the Western City-states in a rage vowing never to speak to his brother’s again.
The next eight years of Alexander’s life were spent traveling largely within the borders of the Kusagi Empire where he studied their philosophy and technology as well as their magics. During this time frame Alexander also created the Homunculi: Clockwirk, Ticktoc, and Midnyt. After his time in the Kusagi Empire; Alexander made a pilgrimage to the Wall of Nothing. While not a religious man he hoped to find some sort of spiritual reconciliation during his time spent at the Wall. After two years wandering Alexander finally made his way to the Varisie Empire to spend another three years studying engineering and metallurgy as well as newer techniques for constructing Magitechnology.
It is rumored that during his time in the Varisie’s Empire is where Alexander earned the nickname “The Clockman”. The name itself is two sides of the same coin. On the one hand since acquiring Ticktoc Alexander has become one of the single best clock makers in all of Aesteria including everything from wrist and pocket watches to the clock tower he now calls home above The Metal Monkey’s guild hall in Meduzarts. The other side of the coin is his methodical timing, be it in the way he moves or the way he shoots, Alexander is meticulous in his actions and wastes no time or action when he is doing something. To most this seems almost eerie but for those who understand Ticktoc’s abilities it seems only natural that Alexander would be this way.
A year or two ago Alexander finally returned to Meduzarts where he joined the Metal Monkeys band as a tinker and mechanic as well as a sniper when the occasion called for it. Since then Alexander has studiously avoided his brothers and most members that remember his parents, however he has taken up Lilian’s legacy as one of the best providers of customized, mechanized and Magicized gear in the Western City-states.
With the advent of the war with the Varisie Empire Alexander has turned his talents to producing new technologies to augment the capabilities of the City-states outgunned armies. While Alexander is happy to produce custom weapons of war for the right price he has flatly refused to augment the killing power of the Western City-states by providing them with more efficient weapons. Instead Alexander has focused his efforts towards creating more efficiency in the army’s logistics.
Alexander is the creator of the C.L.A.S.C. (Carriable Logistical Augmentation Steam powered Camp). It is collection of metal boxes which are easily transportable that when arranged properly and switched on expend a steam carriage each but unfold into a fully functioning army field camp. The parts of the C.L.A.S.C. are interchangeable and can be arranged in various forms. Additionally more C.L.A.S.C. segments can be added to the basic model in order to increase the size of the camp desired.
Alexander sold the rights to the C.L.A.S.C. to the Western City-States high command and has since continued to work on other projects to improve the efficiency of the Western City-States army in their effort to stop the advance of the Varisie Empire’s advance.

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Mechanic- Alexander is an excellent mechanic and is capable of working on almost any form of technology including everything from sophisticated magitechnology to Airships to the timepieces he is known for. While he is incredibly capable as a mechanic he would hardly claim to be the best save when it comes to repairing his own devices.

Engineer/Master Machinist- Alexander is one of the most accomplished mechanical and electrical engineers in the Western City-states which lets him design and build dozens of his own inventions and technological marvels as well as design and build custom ordered gear for patrons of the Metal Monkey Band as well as other guild members.

Tinker- Alexander is constantly creating, disassembling and building different gadgets which have made life easier for him and those he sells them to. Everything from collapsible canes, swords, parasols to mechanical prosthetics and occasionally specialized weaponry

Automatons- Alexander has had relative success constructing clockwork automatons which utilize steam power to function in combination with magic. He has however restricted his work to novelties and moderately useful non dangerous automatons as he does not want them to be used as machines of war. Many of his automatons seem to reflect his homunculi, specifically clockwirk.

The Clockmaker- Alexander’s timepieces are legendary throughout Varisie Empire and the Western City-States. They keep perfect time and come in a variety of styles, prices, and function beyond simple timekeeping.

Equipment

The Tinker’s tool bag- This “tool bag” is a collection of tools Alexander uses regularly however they have all been specially designed to fit into a leather bag Alexander wears on him at all times. The tools range from simple wrenches to a full set of watch makers tools. They also include some more arcane tools that Alexander needs for working on Magitech.

Arc Gauntlet- Alexander designed the Arc Gauntlet to level the playing field for himself in more physical confrontations. The Arc Gauntlet is capable of delivering a variable charge to whatever Alexander touches. The Gauntlet can deliver a simple shock or deliver a potentially lethal shock to another individual. As Alexander lacks the physicality of others in the guild he has long learned to rely on his inventions to fill in the gaps. The Arc Gauntlet also serves a variety of other purposes including being used as a jumper for some of Alexander’s more electrically based inventions.

Custom Steam Rifle- Alexander’s Steam Rifle is custom made rifle designed specifically for him and was crafted to fit his arm length and strength as well as including modifications in the scope to accommodate his far sighted eyes. The Rifle is a single shot variety, Alexander claims that it is to keep himself from rushing because when you only have a single shot. All of your shots count. The Rifle is also designed to be completely broken down and packed away in a relatively inconspicuous bag within a matter of seconds. Making it the perfect weapon for transportation and concealment.

The Clock Master's Time piece- Alexander’s Time piece is a perfect watch. It always displays the correct time no matter where he is in the world. It also features a compass, barometer, latitudinal and longitudinal coordinates, thermometer, and a variety of other gauges and measuring devices. All of which the face of the time piece can be cycled to view.

L.A.P.s- (Lift Assistance Prosthetics) Alexander has designed a full set of prosthetics for use in the field when the guild has need of him on missions. The LAPs are a set of sleeves which anchor to an armored and mechanized vest Alexander wears when on more dangerous missions. The LAPs allow Alexander to exert significantly more force than he normally would be able to due to his diminished strength (about two and a half times the strength of a fit human). However all of the Assistance Prosthetics consume steam cartridges quickly and the more Alexander uses them the quicker they run out (typically between 3 and 4 uses of full strength).

C.A.P.s- (Climb Assistance Prosthetics) The CAPs were designed by Alexander as a means of quickly ascending to snipers perches. The CAPs feature a pair of grapples which sit flush to his arms and climbing claws which attach to Alexanders boots and are retractable. Alexander launches the grapples to attach to whatever he wants to climb and then walks up the surface with the climbing claws reeling himself in. He also has the option of ascending simply by having the grapple reel him in however while it is faster this use is more taxing for the steam cartridges. The CAPs also require steam cartridges to function however they are relatively efficient and can be used fairly continuously for about five to ten minutes before a new cartridge is required

J.A.P.s- (Jump Assistance Prosthetics) JAPs are the equivalent of the LAPs for Alexanders legs and function as a sudden expulsion of mechanically stored energy which launch Alexander into the air. Alexander typically combines this with the CAPs as a means of swinging himself from one perch to another. The JAPs feature a set of incredibly powerful springs which are winched by a steam cartridge. The JAPs typically get three jumps from a single steam cartridge.
The JAPs also feature a shock absorption system to compensate for the leap height, which is about four times that of an average human from a stand high jump. Greater with a running start.

Tinker’s Field Prosthetic- All of Alexander’s prosthetics can be used individually however he typically uses them in conjunction with an armored vest which anchor most of the prosthetics. The vest also serves to hold spare ammunition, steam carriages and a few other odds and ends including deployable cover in the form of a sheet metal wall. The vest also helps limit Alexander’s coughing fits when he wears it. The vest itself is actually a form of magitech that doesn’t require steam cartridges and helps the other prosthetics to function more effectively.

Homunculi:

Appearance:
Name: Clockwirk
Age: 455
Backstory: Alexander acquired Clockwirk when he was first leaving the Western-City States. The pact was simple. In exchange for getting to see the world Clockwirk would help Alexander to become of the world’s most renowned tinkers. Clockwirk has been Alexander’s constant companion since he left the City-States originally.

Skills and Abilities: Clockwirk grants Alexander the ability to see through inorganic matter and to determine its components, flaws and structure. Which is why Alexander is so excellent at finding weak spots in armor and flaws in technology. Clockwirk itself is capable of melding with machinery and influencing simple mechanisms. While Clockwirk can’t directly control machines it can cause gears to grind, bolts to snap, and other small inconveniences. Clockwirk is also a relatively intelligent if single minded spirit

Appearance:
Name: Ticktoc
Age: 830
Backstory: Ticktoc’s pact was very straight forward. Alexander had to construct a special timepiece for Ticktoc to inhabit when it is not in a corporeal form. The Clock Master’s Timepiece is the home Alexander created for Ticktoc. And as a side effect. The watch is never wrong. Alexander acquired Ticktoc while at the Wall of Nothing

Skills and Abilities:Ticktoc grants Alexander a constant and perfect sense of time. He can count in perfect intervals as well as always being aware of the time that has past from one interval of time to the next. Ticktoc also makes Alexander’s movements more efficient. Ticktoc itself has very little power other than objects around Ticktoc seem to age at different rates. No more than a couple years difference but when Ticktoc is around food items the effect can be more pronounced as food products more prone to going stale either go bad faster or go bad much slower. Ticktoc doesn’t appear to have an control over this ability except when threatened. In which case Ticktoc is capable of aging objects directed to hurt it into oblivion. Ticktoc curls into it’s shell when threatened and anything attempting to hurt it experiences severe time dilations.

Appearance:
Name: Midnyt
Age: 467

Backstory: Midnyt’s pact was a simple agreement. Alexander would protect Midnyt and in exchange Midnyt would help protect Alexander. Alexander acquired Midnyt in the Kusagi Empire as part of the payment for a set of custom armor for one of the noble families. Midnyt is the only one of Alexander’s Homunculi capable of speech and she rarely speaks. She is also more insightful than Clockwirk however arguably less intelligent than the Raven.

Skills and Abilities: Midnyt grants Alexander the ability to see in perfect darkness as well as the ability to see heat sources through objects up to a hundred yards away or so. Midnyt itself is a combatant and fights much like a raptor she appears in the form of an owl. Midnyt is incredibly fast and while she is about one and a half times the size of a normal owl she is incredibly agile and durable. While not the ultimate predator against human’s Midnyt is an excellent scout and capable of flying harassment missions for Alexander. Midnyt despises being out in the day and prefers dusk, dawn and night when her vision is perfect.

{Casual - High Casual} Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

Tom Finch

Character Name

_{{ "I built this and I will burn it if I must" }}
Blood on my Name || Beat the Devil’s Tattoo || Only Human

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| {Full Name} |

Thomas James Finch

| {Nickname} |

Tom

| {Date of Birth} |

October 23rd.

| {Age} |

176

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Sexuality} |

Are you sleeping with me? Not your business.

| {Relationship Status} |

Widowed

| {Role} |

Warlock

| {Occupation} |

Contractor

| {Face Claim} |

Joe Manganiello

| {Dialogue Color} |

Skyblue

| {Appearance} |

Tom dresses the part of the working man that he tries to be. Complete with steel toed work boots, blue jeans or tan cargo pants, and a worn leather jacket, few could mistake him for much else. Beyond this Tom rarely is clean shaven and maintains his rough around the edges appearance quite well. Longer dark brown hair, pale skin and the beginning streaks of grey complete his appearance as a hardworking man who has been through plenty in his life.

On a handful of occasions Tom has been know to clean himself up quite well. When he feels the need to dress the part Tom favors dark slacks, grey button ups and thigh length dark over coats. More often than not this is in response to a need for him the look the part of the almost two century old Warlock that he is. Though the occasion rarely calls for it.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

A master pencil spinner, the skill comes from his constant work with drafting tables and the need for large wood pencils for marking boards on the job. Consequently, he is quite good at it, much to the annoyance of those around him.

Patently refuses to speak to anyone before his first cup of tea. Don’t bother he will ignore you.

Will not drive automatic cars on principle, he will ride in them but he refuses to drive them

Compulsive locker. Tom checks the locks on his home and vehicle twice before leaving them and twice when returning.

Writes in all capital letters. A holdover from an earlier time in his life, Tom’s handwriting is always in capital letters regardless of what he is writing.

| {Hobbies} |

Painting, for all his potentially destructive and self destructive behaviors Tom is an excellent painter.

Music, another strange hobby of the Warlock, Tom plays the violin and quite well though his voices is questionable at best. A student of the classics Tom is not prone to playing anything newer than Berstein for whom he makes an exception. Beyond that the only sheet music to be found in his household is from the classics Bach, Beethoven, and so forth.

Native American artifact collecting is Tom’s hoarder hobby of choice though his home is more museum than anything else sorting objects from: Cree, Kiowa, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Choctaw, Piqua, Ma-chis and his favorites; Navajo.

Fishing and hunting, a strange hold over from Tom’s early years he has maintained his skills as a hunter over the years out of habit.

Chess, both playing and the collection of Chess boards. While not a Grand Master, Tom is quite good at the game.

| {Likes} |

Drinking, an unfortunate taste that has haunted him for many years

Autumn.

Historical documentaries, he has a fascination with depictions of what has happened throughout history, especially when it pertains to his own life.

His cabin up the coast in Maine where he use to spend his time when it was too cold or too snowed in to manage construction.

Reading, Tom has read libraries in his lifetime and shows no sign of stopping anytime soon.

Magic, some say that power can be addictive and in Tom’s case it certainly borders on the edge. No one could accuse him of being a slacker in practice or experimentation. Though he swore off petty use of magic when Claire died almost forty years ago. Now he turns his mind to seeking out new spells and new uses for the Art.

Listening, one of the few things good that has come of his time sitting in bars is that Tom is excellent at listening to those who need to pour their heart out to someone who will listen.

| {Dislikes} |

Ignorance.

Over indulgent men, while this might be rather hypocritical of Tom it explains some of his own self loathing.

Oathbreakers, Tom cannot stand people who break their promises.

Poor leaders, these are the people that get people killed.

Racists

Philistines, please think for yourselves for the purpose of thinking. Just use your brain.

Joy and happiness Swarms of insects, hates them. Truly hates them.

| {Fears} |

The loss of a loved one. There is nothing more terrifying to Tom than losing someone he loves.

Spiders, bloody spiders. Insects he hates, spiders scare him witless.

Failure. An extension of his fear of losing a loved one but in the end Tom fears failure most of all.

| {Secrets} |

Tom is well versed in Dark Magic. Much to the horror of anyone who has had the unfortunate experience of witnessing it.

He is one the only living members of the Lowry Gang.

He served as a Pinkerton for several years after Reconstruction though he left the Agency soon thereafter to move north.

Whispered by those old enough to have heard of it supposedly Tom has plumbed the depths of the blackest magic.

Tom has sworn off another romance after Claire, though his heart wavers.

| {Abilities} |

A savant with fire and kinetic magic Tom is a user of magic that is born once in an age when it comes to this kind of magic. Beyond this Tom is a reader capable of taking imprints from rooms left by their previous occupants.

His grasp of Dark Magic is undocumented at best though it would appear extensive.

| {Limitations} |

Tom’s ability to read rooms is limited by time constraints, more than a few hours and the trail runs cold quickly. Beyond this Tom’s more powerful manifestations of magic can take a physical toll on his body through repeated use; which is why he does his best to refrain from grand displays of magic.

| {Personality} |

♦ Hard working ♦ Self Medicating ♦ Protector ♦ Vengeful ♦

Thomas can be accused of a handful of things, being concise and rude are two of them. Among the others can be counted arrogant, honest, and caring. Shaped by the last seventeen decades and more than enough violence to fill several life times most find Thomas to be an acquired taste. To those who do acquire the taste for Mr. Finch they discover and intelligent creative man lost to grief from four decades prior. A life fighting someone else's battles has caused Tom to become the sort of man to have on your side when the night closes in. One of the Hive’s protectors Tom will stop at nothing to keep safe the handful of things left to him that he cares about and the members of the Hive fall into that group; even if some may find him distasteful.

Once Tom was a kind, strong man; a soldier and a man driven by a pursuit of a greater good and a higher calling. Those who knew him then knew him as a reserved but happy man and at times even playful. Though those days are gone now, sometimes the way Thomas use to be can be seen in how he interacts with his few friends. Never one to hurt those who does not deserve it and not nearly so quick to anger as he once might have been. Time has aged and tempered Tom making him into the beginnings of a bitter old man with a slowly hardening heart.

| {Place of Origin} |

Wilmington, North Carolina.

| {Background} |

Born twenty years before the start of the Civil War in America Tom Finch was a confederate defector early in the war. Two years prior the young man had discovered his powers of magic and come to learn that one of his Ancestors had been an Irish druid. With her death centuries before the blood line had gone dormant. Tom’s birth had heralded an awakening of magic in his blood line that had not been seen since his great great great Grandmother. At first the young boy had been thrilled by the power. With each day that his powers grew he practiced more, until one day it finally got out of hand. While practicing near his family's home he had caught an entire field on fire. The resulting blaze killed the entire family that were their neighbors, including his intended.

For the next two years Tom swore off the use of magic. With the start of the war of Northern Aggression Tom did his best to stay out of the fighting and protect his family and his home. Such things are not meant to last however as the Confederacy came for the family’s crops and livestock. In the end Thomas was forced to use his powers again, this time he did so knowing full well what would happen. When the flames died and every soldier had been burned to a crisp the young Warlock saw nothing but fear and loathing in his family’s eyes. From that day forth Thomas set out on his own and never looked back. Six months later what remained of his family was killed by looters. During the course of the war Thomas did his best to help where he could but he soon realized that this was not his war.

With the end of the civil war Thomas moved home to Wilmington, however his peace was not to last. In 1864 Tom Finch joined a group known as the Lowry Gang. A group of outlaws who stole from the Reconstruction era soldiers and lawmen in and around Robeson County. Tom Finch ran with the gang until Henry Berry Lowry disappeared in 1872. On the heels of the man who had helped him to find a purpose once again. Traveling west the next years of Thomas’ life are not well documented and he never speaks of them but many suspect that it was during this period that he learned to better control his magic from the Shamans and medicine men of the native tribes he crossed paths with. When Tom finally returned to the east coast he was fluent in a half dozen native languages including Navajo.

Following this period Tom finally moved further North along the Eastern seaboard where he was destined to meet Claire. Some say that all people are destined to meet a single person who is to be their other half in this life. If that is the case then Tom found that in Claire on the coast of Maine while he was building home along the coast, well away from the pains of his past.

Like so many things in Thomas’ life this too was destined to pass. After five long years of happiness Claire passed from a fever in the winter of 1977. Much of Thomas current life can be attributed to the passing of Claire. It was at this time that Thomas abandoned any restraint he might have had in a mad self destructive dive into the depths of Dark Magics. Two years later Tom would visit Claire's gravesite one last time to enact a ritual which would haunt him for the rest of his days. The day after, Tom packed the remains of his home and moved south to Salem Massachusetts. There are few who remember much of Tom’s induction into the Salem Hive as it was swift and few questions were asked by the previous leader. Within a year Salem had a new contractor, architect and carpenter. And the Hive had a new watch dog, though many question how rabid he might be.

| {Extra} |

Thomas speaks one of most difficult languages for a native English speaker to learn and speaks another five which are all but extinct. Tom’s CCW includes the Griswold revolver he used in the Civil War.

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@Lionhearted Btw if Arena has nothing to say your CS is accepted. I assume that he doesn't otherwise he probably would have said something by now.

Edit: ignore my double post.