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@nightshade, No, a Witch, upon their own Ascension, must kill another Witch who has already Ascended in order to become a Wraith. It is this act that propels their powers into more controllable manifestations and unlocks new abilities with a far darker twist. A Witch, already Ascended, who has killed an Ascended Witch may only become a Wraith if they perform a ritual willingly taking a life and absorbing its soul energy so that they may Ascend a second time as a Wraith.
@ Julia, here in The Witches of Grievance Ridge you will find that a shapeshifter is in fact a gifted Witch. The only immortal beings are those cursed with Immortality. For Witches immortality is a curse. It is one thing to live a very long time, but an entirely different thing to live forever. Sleepwalkers and Familiars are the only creatures known to hold immortality here. As far as your question goes I hope that clears things up as it didn't make very much sense to me to begin with. Perhaps a further elaboration should this not answer things for you. Manipulations
Memory - The power to control memories. (Mnemokinesis)
Mental - The power to manipulate thoughts, mindsets, and upper brain functions of others. (Cerebrokinesis) This allows memories to be suppressed rather than manipulated. It can make others unconscious and possibly negate abilities, make others agreeable, and grant mental disorders.
Empathetic - There is no such form of manipulations unless referring to Empathetic Water or Empathetic Earth manipulation. Or if you are referring to Empathy - The power to fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others.
An Empathy Link is an entirely different concept. Empathy links are emotional bonds between two or more beings who can share emotions with one another or sense one anothers emotional stance.
Have fun!!!
Damien sighed, "I'm alright, thanks...um, I know you don't like coffee but I got you a cup down anyway. "He gestured behind him taking another drink with a perfect spanish whip cream mustache now on his face. He turned and pulled Vari to him after she finished her donut and kissed her leaving her with whip cream..."You got a little something on your lip." He said with a smirk. He liked his own lip clean finally and kissed her a bit more. Slowly working the cream off of her lip. "I knew you were sweet." He said with a smile, "Salem is awake, but he is pissed apparently. He knows about me and I don't think he is happy about it. They are trying to get him to calm down." He said now dreading having to see him. He was going to take his time taking a shower and getting ready.
finished my character finally!!!! sure he has edgy parts, but I would like a basic constructive critique grammar and minor issues are not a problem right now just basic storyline and that it makes sense.
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✦✧A New Beginning & A New Ending✧✦
Ash went to a child service office and requested to be placed into foster care. He was done killing and he wanted to restart his life. He hoped this would be his last round of aging. He appeared between 16 and 17 again and knew better than to think anyone would adopt him, but he wanted to continue life as a mortal. It wasn't long and Ash was placed in the home of a homosexual couple who absolutely adored having an older foster son versus children. They wanted a kid who was competent enough to care for themselves yet still wanted a family to call their own. Zachary Redd and Ethan Goode were both Witches and didn't tell Ash, but he had done a lot of research and he instantly came out to ask them, "Zachary...Ethan? Are you Witches. If so I want you to know that I'm not mortal."
Zachary and Ethan both were rather relieved to hear that. They admitted to being Witches, but Zachary admitted to being a Wraith and Ethan a Rogue. Ash accepted them for what they were once they explained that they were on the run from their Salem Coven. Ash had for so long killed Wraith's, but Zachary said after years of trying he was able to kill any living creature for its lifeforce. It was not like the power one got from killing Witches, but it was power. After fully explaining that Zachary had only killed upon his Ascension because his powers were not under control and he wasn't abotu to let the people's lives simply been for nothing. It was his entire family who died in the process of Ascending so he took their souls. Ash further explained his own history and how he had not come into his powers at all. Ethan couldn't understand it until he realized that neither his or Zachary's power worked around Ash. It was rather odd. It never occurred to any of them that Ash's necklace that he had since he was an infant was in fact enchanted iron to disguise his powers entirely. The couple adopted Ash and were unfortunate to say they had to move because the Salem Coven was working with Neutral Hunters to capture them. The couple and their new son left for Germany. Ethan was a gifted teleporter. Somehow the couple already had a house in Germany and apparently another in Romania. Ash remained with them for over four years until 2015. He wanted answers about why he was a Witch yet powerless. Zachary introduced Ash to a full coven that extended worldwide. He told him about the Silent Coven that was made up of Wraiths and Rogues seeing all Witches as a eaquals. Zachary told Ash about a town called Grievance Ridge that holds value to the old ways of the old world and how such power was there perhaps he could uncover secrets. Ethan was entirely against it, but eventually after a year he was convinced it was for the better.
Ash said goodbye to his father's with so much love and the promise to write them. He left from Romania to the states where he moved to Grievance Ridge with the warning that he will have to stay undercover until he is discovered by the Coven. Ash was given cash and the promise of a home that the Silent coven had taken care of for him as well as a job that would await him. He was told of allies in town who were not of the Silent Coven, but supported it. He was to seek out Damien Devereux. Once he found him he was to tell his story and perhaps gain the key to unlocking his powers. Ash has been in Grievance Ridge for over a year now still seeking Damien Devereux. After ten years of being with his adopted father's he was on his own again. Ash was in Grievance Ridge. His mission to seek out Damien Devereux and unlock his powers that he has had no idea of for over three centuries. He hasn't been in town for a year even, but he does seek out is goals. He has made friends with a Hunter by the name of Florie. He is unsure of their bond, but he knows that she has no intention of killing him.
▐ ❝I have to learn to be strong for not just myself, but others too.❞
[Aʟʟɪᴇs] Damien Devereux (Hopefully) OPEN
[Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs] Damien Devereux (Possibly) OPEN
[Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs] OPEN
[Aᴄϙᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ] OPEN
[Pᴇᴛs] NONE
[Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ] The home he was promised was burned down by Witch Hunters who somehow knew of his arrival. He is homeless.
[Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] Waiter at Black horse Cafe and Herbs
[Mᴏᴅᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ] None
☽Oᴛʜᴇʀ☾ Ash smokes Cigarettes and Marijuana.
Ash's Phoenix Form:
Phoenix Information: (view spoiler)
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✦✧A New Age, A New Life✧✦
Ash became a teenager in a sense in the early 1820's. He was still apart of the Foster family, but as he got older he grew restless and became annoyed with being a secret. He may have been older beyond his appearance, but aspects of his body's age shined through on multiple occasions. He was being raised by a witch who was the last of her particular line of Foster's. She had no children and at times treated Ash as if he were one. She was the one to give him a third name and he became Andrew Zayn Asher Foster. She was also the one to nickname him Ash. Ash stayed with her and even cared for her into her death. She left him everything in her will, and Ash was at last through with watching his loved ones die. Once the lawyer found him he had two options to either place him in state's custody or adopt him. The lawyer adopted him as any happy story would end, but Ash's story was from from ending. In Fact, his story was just beginning. Not being apart of any Coven and having rules of his own without Witches to care for him and give him the blood he needs to stay young Ash waited a few years when the lawyer presumed he was turning sixteen, but still looked thirteen. It was then that Ash made his move to inform the lawyer, who took him under his wing and raised him like a son, that he was nearly two centuries old and was gifted and cursed with immortality. Surprisingly, the lawyer seemed completely fine with it feeling it to be a far more logical explanation to the boys underdevelopment. Ash was able to tell him events that took place in great detail as if he were there. Once he was without the blood of a Foster he was going to start aging a lot more. After years of diluted blood from Witch and human interbreeding Ash was aging long ago, but now he was going to age much faster because mortal blood was nothing but a metallic tasting liquid. It was the blood of a Foster that was his Elixir. Nearly, forty-something years later the lawyer was old and Ash simply appeared as a young teenager seventeen at most. It was the start of the American Civil War and Ash felt that he couldn't go through more torment of watching people he loved die. The retired lawyer was more than happy to work documents out that would give him proof of citizenship and Ash was drafted into the United States Army to fight the Confederacy and abolish slavery. He fought in the war and left unharmed as his mother's spell held great powers of protection as well. He returned home to learn the man who cared for him had passed on.
Ash lived on and off of the streets working on farm land and odd end jobs for that part of his life. Eventually, he made it into New York City where he lived for the majority of his life. He didn't know why or even how, but he remained the same age appearance for quite some time living as a sixteen year old or seventeen year old in to the 1900's. By 1914 he joined his second war. World War I was probably going to be his greatest accomplishment. He fought and he won. When he came back his life really began to change. He managed an apartment and kept working odd jobs.
✦✧Young Love Dies Fast✧✦
During his life in NYC Ash came to fall in love with a mortal. He knew that fate would rip them apart but not nearly as sudden as it had. Ash proposed to Taylor Redd in 1952. The horrors of war were over, but the aftermath felt as though it would never end. More wars came to be, but Ash remained home for the love of his life. Taylor was a gorgeous woman who not only was engaged to be married to Ash, but also was pregnant with his son. Dwight D. Eisenhower was the president the following year. The two managed their own house in the suburbs just outside of the city and everything seemed perfect for Ash. Eventually, he told Taylor of his curse and as much as she denied it she slowly came to accept it for their soon-to-be son. It was a week before the due date and ash had baby proofed everything in the house. from safety locks to children gates the house was secure enough to let an entire playground of children in it without worry.
Unfortunate, events took hold when Taylor was going to drive to the market and stock up on baby food and supplies. When leaving the market she didn't get the chance to ever see her home again. A large truck slammed directly into the side of the vehicle driving directly over it. Ash received the call and raced to the hospital. he was able to watch Taylor take her last breath. Luckily, the child survived. Ash named him Elijah Andrew Foster. Ash amy have lost his beloved, but he had son out of it and it was good enough for him. What Ash didn't realize was that Elijah was a Witch and a Foster. Ash had never experienced the feel of power or magic until he witnessed Elijah at the age of six. The boy was catching things on fire everywhere. He once caught his bed on fire while sleeping and seemed rather content in his blanket.
✦✧Walking with Wraiths✧✦
Ash never knew how hard parenthood could be until then, but his job alone couldn't afford their house. He had to move out and get a cheaper apartment in downtown. Elijah started noticing his father wasn't getting any older around the age of fifteen. The year was 1968 and the hippies were mixing with the fifties.
Ash was getting into hard times when Elijah was discovered by some Wraiths. They met Ash and informed him that his son would be in danger because New York's streets were littered with their kind. Ash was given a job...a very well paying job. Ash eventually had to tell Elijah about his immortality and Elijah had to accept the fact that he was different and eventually, in school he had to pass his father off as his brother.
Ash kept his work quite from Elijah, because even without powers he was still a Witch and that meant danger. Most of the mafia's were comprised of Wraith's. They didn't like the idea of calling themselves Covens so they stuck with mafia. Ash was hitman. He had to collect souls for the godfather's to make sure they could live. Elijah was oblivious to his father's work, but began growing into his own powers rather quickly. Ash had to work harder than ever to keep his son a secret from rival Wraith mafia's. Unfortunately, in 1999 Ash let something slip up and elijah was found in his home dead. At the age of 46 Ash lost his only son. He vowed to kill every Wraith after that day. He drank every ounce of his son's blood gaining such youthfulness that he regressed back into a fourteen year old.
Ash hunted down even the Wraith's that he had been working for. It was hard facing magic with basic knowledge. All his weapons were iron and he was determined to kill each and everyone. Before he knew it Ash had become a bloodthirsty animal. He was out to exterminate all those who have ever brought pain for not just him, but anyone. The Wraith's were on the hitlist. In Ash's case it was a full deadpool. He took their money to survive, but time caught on once more without any blood. His son's blood was the purest he had had in years given the fact that Ash himself was in fact one of the first Foster bloodline when his curse began. Ash came to the conclusion he would never bear children again and he would refuse to do such a thing as fall in love.
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▐ ❝I can't help but wonder each and every day if there is more to life than simply living.❞
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(You are allowed more than three in each)
[Lɪᴋᴇs]
☑ Teamwork
☑ Being Helpful
☑ Organization
☑ Goals
☑ Socializing (In small groups)
☑ Working Out (Running, hiking, swimming, etc...)
☑Giving Advice
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[Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs]
☒ Crowds
☒ Vulgarity
☒ Careless Behaviour
☒ Being Unprepared
☒ Disorganization
☒ Disloyalty
☒ Distrust
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☼ Trustworthy
☼ Meticulous
☼ Practical
☼ Analytical
☼ Reliable
☼ Modest
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☁ Overcritical
☁ Scrupulous
☁ Conscientious
☁ Fastidious
☁ Judgemental
☁ Inflexible
☁ Skeptical
☽Ƥєяѕσηαℓιту☾ Sensitive, warmhearted, and romantic, Ash is a very intelligent but fragile individual who has a unique set of challenges set up for him. Compassionate and idealistic, Ash has faced many onerous emotional events, many of which have end in disappointment and regret. Yet, there is a very intentional reason for these lessons.
Ash struggles throughout his entire life to control his emotions. He holds limitations with his ability to express himself and it has caused more than enough frustration for this sympathetic guy. Well formed plans have fallen apart and relationships have crumbled almost entirely for him, but Ash has needed these events in order to learn how to deal with emotional upsets without shutting down or turning off, which he tends to do often.
Ash has faced dangers and coped with them, he is certainly a survivor of the ages, but that's not to say that he is unable to be weakened. After too much pressure has been faced Ash will close himself off from the world and become entirely abstract to what he once was like. He has had to face hundreds of years of torment that made him feel broken and unwanted, yet he only chooses to help others in anyway that he can, even if it means hurting someone else.
Ash has always had the tendency of an interesting figurative behavior called autotomy, during which he will sever an emotional part of himself, rather than a physical limb,(usually he will dispose of sadness and grief) to escape anyone he feels to be a threat to him. Though it may be painful for him, the ever resilient Ash will simply heal and slowly get back into the groove of being sad and grieving.
Ash may run, hide, and sacrifice parts of himself in order to evade dangers (both physical and emotional) in the world, but in the end, he always finds a way to return to face the challenge again and again.
☽Ƒαтαℓ Ƒℓαω☾ Ash has a constant tendency to “shut down” when he gets overwhelmed. There is a dark place deep inside himself in which to hide. Interestingly, under stressful or heavily emotional occurrences, he tends to become the exact opposite of his normal self. Rather than being a kind caretaker his sensitivity simply vanishes and he will become cold, inflexible, worried, picky, defensive, and judgmental. His typical creative thinking style shuts down completely and he will retreat into a defensive posture until he can analyze the situation properly and find the strength to fight another day.
Ash tends to strike people as someone with bipolar disorder when he becomes stressed out and he will push so many people away and but hurtfully truthful towards them. He has lost many friends due to this and one day he may find hismelf entirely alone because of such actions.
▐ ❝I'm loyal to who I am. I won't let anyone stand in my way if they try to stop me from discovering myself.❞
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[Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ]
♚Ann (Alcock) Foster/deceased/December 3, 1692/High Priestess Witch/75/Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♛Andrew Foster II/deceased/May 7, 1685 /Witch/106/Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ
♟Andrew Foster III/deceased/Unknown/Witch/??/Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♟Abraham Foster/deceased/Unknown/Witch/??/Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♜Sarah Foster/deceased/Unknown/Witch/??/Sɪsᴛᴇʀ
♜Hannah Foster/deceased/Unknown/Witch/??/Sɪsᴛᴇʀ
♜Mary Foster/deceased/Unknown/Witch/??/Sɪsᴛᴇʀ
♚Elijah Foster/deceased/1999/Witch/46/Sᴏɴ
♛????/deceased or alive/death date if dead/age/animal form/Fᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ OPEN
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✦✧Sad Times Come Early In Life✧✦
Ann Foster was born in England. She emigrated from London on the Abigail in 1635. Her husband was Andrew Foster, and together they had five children and lived in Andover, Massachusetts. Andrew Foster died in 1685. What history doesn't speak about is the fact that Ann Foster was not one of the falsely accused women of witchcraft. In fact Ann Foster was the Salem Coven High Priestess. She was considered a remarkably powerful witch of the "old world". She actually created more than her fair share of spells that made a great turning point in the "new world". Ann Foster gave birth to her first son, Andrew Asher Foster in 1640. It was upon his birth that Ann received a vision of the future. She was to die during the great Salem Witch Trials and even further into the future her bloodline would be needed to save a coven who stands strong to the old ways that Ann Foster herself established. It was then that Ann knew what would become of her son, Andrew. She performed a magical act that had not been performed since ancient times when Witches first learned to harness their true potential. Ann performed the act of Immortal's Breath upon her infant son. She gave him all of her power and and told him, "One day when all hope is lost you will be the light in the darkness." Ann went on to have more children, but she kept Andrew hidden even from her husband informing everyone that she had miscarried. With such divine power running through the veins of the infant it was easy to hide him. He did not cry not even upon his birth. He only smiled and laughed. Ann knew she named him right with Andrew being manly and Asher being happiness.
Unfortunately, Ann's time came far too soon for her as she had to tell someone about Andrew before it was too late. She had given him all of her blood before 1692 after her husband had passed she was still young in appearance for her age and it was then she was arrested under the accusation of witchcraft on July 15th. She was in her seventies and placed in the Salem jail. Ann had not inflicted anyone with dark magic to create illness, but she knew one of her daughters had. On July 16 and 18, Ann Foster was examined; she resisted confessing to the crimes. Joseph Ballard, husband of Elizabeth Ballard whose fever triggered the accusation against Ann Foster, swore a complaint on July 19 against Mary Lacey Sr., Ann Foster's daughter, and Mary Lacey Jr., the 15-year-old granddaughter of Ann Foster.
On the 21st, Mary Lacey Jr. was arrested. Mary Lacey Jr., Ann Foster, Richard Carrier and Andrew Carrier were examined that day by John Hathorne, Jonathan Corwin and John Higginson. It was Mary Lacey Jr. who had mistakenly afflicted the victims, but Ann was not about to let her family parrish. During imprisonment Ann informed Mary Sr. and Mary Jr. of her first born child who had to receive blood in order to make it into the era of which he will be needed most. They then devised their plan to ensure that Andrew/Ash made it into the future. Mary Lacey Jr. confessed and accused her mother of witchcraft. Mary Lacey Sr. was then examined by Bartholomew Gedney, Hathorne and Corwin. Mary Lacey Sr., probably meaning to save herself, then accused her mother of witchcraft. Ann Foster at that time confessed, probably trying to save her daughter and granddaughter.
Ann Foster and her daughter Mary Lacey Sr. also implicated Martha Carrier; Carrier had been held since May and her trial was in August. On September 13, Ann Foster was formally accused by Mary Walcott, Mary Warren and Elizabeth Hubbard. On September 17, the court tried and convicted Rebecca Eames, Abigail Faulkner, Ann Foster, Abigail Hobbs, Mary Lacey, Mary Parker, Wilmott Redd, Margaret Scott and Samuel Wardwell, and they were condemned to be executed. Ann used the last of her powers to ensure that Mary Lacey reaped what she had sowed when teaching her daughter Mary Jr. black magic. Mary Jr. was released and immediately went to her grandmother's home to runaway with young Andrew/Ash.
The last hangings in that year’s witch craze was on September 22. Ann Foster (as well as her daughter Mary Lacey) languished in jail, but were not executed, as the religious and government figures tried to decide how to proceed. On December 3, 1692, Ann Foster died in prison.
Mary Lacey Jr. was 67 while the infant Andrew still remained an infant at the age of 52. Mary knew the boy was special and he would have many trials to undergo. Ever since her release from prison and watching her grandmother die in prison and her mother nearly hanged she began to test if even as an infant that her uncle could remember and truly know what was going on around him. Unfortunately, Andrew/Ash was able to see and know of what was going on. In 1704, Mary Lacey Jr. married Zerubbabel Kemp. Mary kept Andrew a secret for as long as she could before dying herself. Mary Lacey Sr. died in 1707. Mary Jr. eventually passed on Andrew to Zerubbable Kemp, her son. Andrew was given the blood of his family once a month and generation after generation slowly Ash began to grow. He was walking by the turn of the century in 1804. Ash had to witness so many people dying simply to ensure his survival. Legends were told about him and history seemed to forget him completely.
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▐ ❝I'm only beginning to learn who I truly am. That doesn't mean I want to be the man that I discover myself to be.❞
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☽Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє☾ Andrew
☽Mι∂∂ℓє Ɲαмє☾ Zayn Asher
☽Lαѕт Ɲαмє☾(Foster) Redd
[Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ]Ash or Zayn: If call him Andrew you better be his long dead mother or you will be meeting her in the grave.
[Nᴀᴍᴇ Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢs] (view spoiler)
☽Agє☾ 375 years of age, appears to only be 25 at most
[Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] September 22nd, 1640
[Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ]Andover, Essex, Massachusetts, New England
[Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ]3:22 A.M. Witching Hour
☽Ƶσ∂ιαc Sумвσℓ☾ ♍ / Virgo
[Asᴄᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ] ☑ [Nᴏᴛ Asᴄᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ] ☐
☽Ɠєη∂єя☾ ♂
[Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ] Bisexual
[Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs] Single ☑ Taken ☐
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☽Rσgυє Ɯιтcн to become a Ƈσνєη Ɯιтcн or Ɯяαιтн Ɯιтcн☾
☽Hιєяαяcну Ƥσѕιтιση☾ NONE YET *Rogue*
[ʀᴀɴᴋ] Novice
☽Ƥσωєяѕ & Aвιℓιтιєѕ☾ (Powers not yet discovered are marked by **)(view spoiler)
☽Ƈυяѕє σя Sρєℓℓ☾
Immortals Breath - This spell grants all of a Witch's power to another. It has only be performed twice throughout all of history. Once by an Ancient Greek Witch known as Hecate and again by the Salem High Priestess Ann Foster. Immortals Breath not only grants one with the power of the Witch performing the spell, but also Immortality. The immortality slows the aging process to almost completely stopping it altogether. The downside to such a spell makes Immortal's Breath double as a curse. Even with the power of another Witch the power is nullified to the point of not existing at all. The only way to keep the spell going is to ensure that the person it is performed upon is given blood from their family bloodline. Once the one afflicted by this curse/spell is no longer provided with blood at the peak of every month they will begin to age a bit quicker into full maturity. However, the powers will remain nullified until the afflicted one recites a spell under a Blood Moon. (view spoiler)
▐ ❝I can't really explain how it works, but I know that when I'm happy you will be happy.❞
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[Fᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ] Jonathan Nielssen
[Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ] Ash is tall and very athletically built. With short wavy brown hair and eyes that turn from a deep jade green to a swampy brown. His muscles are very well sculpted. He is normally seen shirtless with a jacket on. He loves being open with his body. He isn't afraid to walk in his own skin and will gladly do so. Jackets and underwear is his main clothing options. He holds a charming appearance that anyone could easily find appealing. Ash is one to make others notice.
[Hᴀɪʀ] Brown
[Eʏᴇs] Greenish-Brown
[Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 166lb.
[Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 6'2.5
[Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ] Athletic
[Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ] B+
[Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs; Pɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs; Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs; ᴇᴛᴄ...] Ash wears a necklace with small iron items so that if his powers ever do surface they won't be in a large outburst.He also has a solid black stone which was given to him by his mother, Ann Foster.
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Damien frowned, "You had bad dreams too?" Even though Variel knew of Damien's killing sand his deal with Satan that didn't mean he was in the mood to talk about it. He wasn't going to share what Satan said with anyone. Because it meant either his own time was up or someone else's. Damien felt bad for Vari because of the empathy link. If he wa sin Hell literally he could only imagine what she was experiencing. She was probably experiencing her own hell, but luckily only in nightmares. Damien turned without another word and walked downstairs. the timer on the coffee maker had started at six in the morning, thankfully it kept the contents hot for as long as the pot was full. Damien poured two cups of coffee and pulled out the sugar and assorted creamers. He poured in sugar then hazelnut creamer and then french vanilla creamer. He kept all the creamers on a small rack in the fridge and kept the whip cream with it too. He topped it off with a small swirl of whip cream and took a sip lowering the cup with a solid sigh of relief. He had whip cream on his upper lip and didn't realize it, but kept drinking. He checked salem's phone which was charging on the wall and saw one missed call. It was from the hospital. Damien gave the hospital his cell number because damien never used mortal phones. He had no desire to have his powers diminished in anyway even if it meant having no social media life. He feared that too many electronics made by mortals would weaken powers that are of natural evolution. Electronics such as phones made him feel that it was amortals mockery of magic and he wanted no part of it. He didn't think Salem would be awake yet, and that worried him. He called them back. "Yes, I'm checking in on a patient, Salem Devereux. Could you tell me his status?" He asked cautiously, "I'm his guardian..." A voice muffled by his ear was talking a lot and Damien seemed to hold a blank expression, "Okay thank you. I'll be there as soon as possible. Yes, I understand the urgency of it. I'm getting ready now. I'll be there in an hour if anything changes let me know. My phone will be on me." He said plainly, and by his phone he meant Salem's. Damien leaned against the island where the sink was and hung his head. He took another drink and more whip cream met his upper lip. He was glad to know that Salem was indeed awake, but they said something about his vitals had shifted as if he were in shock and angry. Damien knew very well what that meant. He knew and he was pissed anticipating seeing Damien again.
Damien jerked his shirt off like some pro model and stayed in his shorts as he collapsed cuddling up to Variel and wrapping his arm around her while spooning her. He liked someone close while he slept. It made him feel comfortable like he had a reason to be happy. It wasn't hard to close his eyes and fall asleep. All his dreams held were the darkness of what amy come in the future. He was being pointed at and accused as he tried his best to calm down a large group of people in the Coven. He was losing control of the situation and he was being told what to do and accused of many things that even he had not done. Then he realized he wasn't asleep anymore. He was in Hell. His own personal Hell designed to torment him for eternity, but the crowd quickly faded into nothing as everything went black Damien was in total blackness ebfore a light form somewhere far above shined down upon him. It was rather blinding and frightening when he heard the voice. "Time is up, Damien. Your debts are to be paid." Damien found himself in a chair tied down by iron...He was powerless now. "How did I get here? I didn't perform the Ritual of Descensum." The voice laughed cold and harsh like an icy wind. "Damien, have you yet to realize that when I hold your soul I tell you what to do. Your powers are under my control and you do not act with them without my consent. The accomplishments you have done all your life have been preordained by me. The moment you took your first life your soul has belonged to me. It is the price of Cain. God punished him and he became eternal. Those who have been given his power and essence suffer the curse of God. God does not see you and has no desire to. The sins of the father will last in his eternal children. Witches are damned to Hell from birth each one having their own reserved place in my ever growing kingdom. Now to business." The voice was still distant and yet it seemed very close at the same time coming from everywhere and nowhere. "You can not promise me something and never follow through with it. I expect that the time will come very soon and if you wish me to keep up my end of the bargain and keep you alive I expect that you will follow through with our deal." Damien glared into the darkness, "You promised me great power and that none shall stand in my way of victory. I was promised eternity and already I linger on the line of accusation by the Coven and death." Another cruel laugh echoed, "Ah, but it is that line of which you stand that divides the boundaries. You are still playing in my field and the visiting team is no where near touching you. You are winning and you are still alive. Each event that passes is an act to test your willpower. I want to no longer assume I chose right and now want you to prove to me that I chose right. there were only a few options who could be chosen for what I desire and you were the most promising. You Damien are like a son to me. I see so much of myself in you. Fallen from grace and left to walk a barren Earth of which you have been damned to do so. Trials will be cast upon you and one day you will rise to greatness. Now provide me with payment by your brother's birthday or I will collect another way." Damien fell into nothingness screaming to wait, but when he opened his eyes again it was morning. Then he looked at his watch and saw it was actually afternoon. He looked around for a moment and saw Variel next to him. he was rather relieved to see he was back in his own body and house, but the voice still echoed inthe back of his mind.
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{End Scene}[Variel and Damien left for the Devereux House.]
Damien walked with her back tot he car glad that Salem was going to be okay, but he still questioned his trust in Kali. It felt off. What did she want to talk to Salem about anyway? Damien walked to the car and got in. Once Variel was in they headed home. He could feel how she was and was experiencing it himself. He was drained entirely. He shouldn't be after a fresh kill, but again it was just a novice. Elitist were worth so much more, but they were harder to catch off guard. Damien managed to get them home finally and it seemed to have taken forever. He got out of the car and held the door open for Variel. "Let's head up to bed. I need to sleep." He said plainly. He was mentally and physically drained at this point and was praying that tomorrow would be a better day. ((post at their house.))
I like your idea. It seems interesting a whole new meaning to desert wolves haha. certainly would give them a military upper hand given animal instincts are stronger in sleepwalkers and familiars...I like it.
Damien frowned, "I'm guessing erin is staying with her male friend, he best not be mortal." Damien said coldly, "I think we should leave him alone for a bit. Let's go home and we can come back in the morning." Damien offered his hand out to her with a smile. He was rather curious just what Kali wanted to talk to Salem about. It made him begin to question if he should call her at all. He decided after hearing it as a demand he wasn't going to and would let her figure it out on her own. He rolled the paper up and tossed it into the tiny trash can in the corner.
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Damien nodded with a half-hearted smile, "Thank you, Kali." He presumed it was more for Salem than him, but he had to offer the thanks anyway. Damien shook his pack of cigarettes and frowned..."I don't know what I'll do if I lose him. Salem and Erin are all I have left of happiness...And Variel of course, but even if she didn't make me happy she doesn't have achoice." He said trying to joke, but it was hard and it came out sounding like an asshole remark. Salem stopped stirring and seemed to be in a deep sleep finally where he could rest more easily.
@ Fiend, If they don't believe in Witches even with one in the family then they are not given the honor of being a Guardian. @nightshade, finish the character then request the occupation. It is far more preferred. A lot less confusing
