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đđđŹđąđđŹ: name: ambrose myrrdin nicknames: merlin, asshole, dearest rose, the entity pronouns: he/him dob: december 19 / sagittarius species: original witch ( Hildegrimm bloodline ) - magically imprisoned by Le Fey occupation: kingâs advisor ( formerly ) / librarian of The Archives ( currently )
đ©đđ«đŹđšđ§đđ„đąđđČ: positive traits: passionate, nurturing, earnest, reliable, dedicated, observant negative traits: manipulative, controlling, single-minded, blunt, workaholic
đđđąđ„đąđđąđđŹ: typical witch abilities, combat proficiency, learned survivalist skills, expert level specialization in medicinal potions / poisons and knowledge of the wilderness, has magic but hides it due to his preference to talk things through first
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ambrose was the eldest of his family and the lone witch of his family. it always struck him as odd. why wouldnât his many sisters have powers of their own if the local priest was to be believed? either way it was the quickest way to earn his motherâs scorn for little more than being born. who wanted a boy supposedly sired by a demon? and the lady asheborn was always keen to remind him that of all the children she had brought into the world his presence was a constant reminder of a night of wavering faith. it didnât bother him much, he had little interest with court or kingly things. his mind was set for the wilderness, the trees, the creatures within the dark places that called to him. they welcomed him, whispered to him, and in the dark he found his name; myrrdin. âambroseâ would be a moniker adapted in the later centuries when his dearest friend insisted upon being proper about it. so much time has passed, he can no longer remember if he had a name before only that which came after.
he never knew where he was born or why he was so quickly ostracized but he was raised alongside knights in a centuries old compound. for his fifteenth birthday he was given the name of his birth father by his mentor per the customs of the hildegrimm coven. ambrose was always questioning of his teachings, ever since the first day he could use his magic. now though, he could have answers and be acknowledged as a full fledged witch if he could summon and trap the man with name alone. finally ambrose could have answers as to why he was spurned so quickly and thoughtlessly, nothing more than a bargaining chip by the asheborn nobility with the hildegrimm coven. the resulting summoning only resulted in more questions with no answers in sight and in his ire his magic grew wild and unstable. his father, a creature known only as nieros, was seemingly encased in ice and three of his coven killed in the resulting blast. ambrose did not feel remorseful persay, only frustrated that his lifeâs goal had slipped between his fingers; his father again had eluded him. burying his closest friends, ambrose left the hildegrimm coven in search of answers to the questions steadily driving him to madness.
ambrose never intended to betray his coven because of love. but in the wake of a woman such as morgana he had been utterly helpless. he betrayed his dearest love andras, forgoing years of companionship to follow le fey into gods knew what. she promised him answers and some part of ambrose knew she was merely using him. he didnât realize the extent of her magic until it was far far far too late. his adopted son aethelwulf was among the first casualties and the illusion was so thick, so convincing, for years he believed that the knights of arthur, his closest and dearest friend, were responsible for the death. so in private he worked with morgana, falling deeper into her web believing he was working to bring about his sonâs resurrection. in truth he was laying the foundation for arthurâs undoing and his eventual imprisonment. the final winning play in le feyâs plan was to take from ambrose the only thing he still possessed on the eve of the battle of camlann; his love. morgana disguised herself as andras to lure him deep underground with the promise of sanctuary for them both. too late did he recognize the leylines before the stone closed around him and he was left with nothing but the darkness and one last glimpse of andrasâ sneering face calling him a fool. an unwilling sacrifice in le feyâs spell, it did not claim his life but rather twisted him, festering the very heart of him. and in the dark, he waited. and then one day someone let in the light and he woke up. parts of him were able to seep out, feel things, growing further mad as he dreamt of his covenâs fall to madness at the hands of le feyâs curse. all because of him. all because he had chosen love over duty. so set in motion a centuries long ritual to free himself and find revenge. and yet - due to the choices of those drawn into his spell he finds himself devoid of that dark ravenous hungering rage. instead of long desire revenge, for the first time in centuries ambrose wants to try and make amends.
he is extremely easy to approach in the wake of his resurrection albeit fairly wary, but rarely will ambrose voice any kind of discomfort choosing instead to say things merely for the sake of wondering what will happen. before, while under the influence of the curse he would let it run itâs course no matter how terrible the fallout. but now he will readily intervene though from a distance so the person will believe it was their choice all along. naturally ambrose is wary of other mages given his history and it takes time for him to open up even on a friendly platonic level with them now he has learnt of what happened to his coven at his own hands. it's easier to recover when he holds the world at armâs length. ambrose will readily deflect at any mention of the entity, still not yet reconciled with the fact that a curse could twist him into something so destructive as to ruin the only home and family heâd grown to care for and begin to trust. but to all of los santos he is just a friendly face willing to lend aid in the dangerous labyrinth of the archives. nothing more, nothing less.
ambrose could be described as quiet and soft spoken. his day job doesnât leave him with much opportunity to socialize and after being isolated by himself for so long itâs taking time to acclimate and remember social cues. he isnât sure how long it will take but finding the populace of the city predominantly supernatural gives him some small measure of hope. a brave new world as he likes to say to the rare few given the privilege of accessing the archives. although freed from his imprisonment within the archives, ambrose equally is uncertain of the world outside and reluctant to get close to anyone. to his knowledge, his love was the reason he was locked away where time lost reason and the world moved on without him. but he is partial to those willing to learn and chase after knowledge, finding himself reminded of his son before his untimely death. the sentiment is one ambrose is certain heâll never be able to shake or rid himself of no matter how hard he attempts it.
âworkâ and his exploration of the city keeps him busy for most of his free time and ambrose can often be found wandering at all odd hours of the night having long since lost all concept of time. he spends most of his free time split either at the underground marketplace people watching or getting a cup of coffee or walking through the art museum admiring works from years gone by. most often he ends up staying indoors, either at his little apartment heâs acquired in greenhaven or sitting up at all hours of the night talking to the archives. if you manage to find him, you might be lucky enough to coax a word or two out of him but youâll never know if heâs lying or earnest. with a history as mired as his, ambroseâs mood can change at the blink of an eye all with a single misplaced word.
