"That’s what I am: just a traveler. Imagine it: no tax, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky.” An independent and highly selective Tenth Doctor roleplay, penned by Ink
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beyond the horizon || @dreamswideawake liked this post for a short starter
"It's alright... you're alright..."
The Doctor smiled gently at the young man as he slowly blinked open his eyes. He reached out a hand and gently squeezed his hand, careful not to disturb the IV or any of the various monitors.
"There you are! Back with us at last! Gave us all a bit of a scare there... I mean I've heard of blowing the roof off the venue, but that..." He trailed off, his expression sobering, his dark eyes growing sympathetic and sad. "... you're lucky to be alive. Not many people can pull off a show-stopper like that. You're in the hospital. They're taking care of your friends next door. How are you feeling?"
beyond books || @eldritchsign liked this post for a short starter
"That was quite the lecture!" The Doctor hopped up from where he'd been sitting, front and center, making a beeline for the Professor and grasping the man's hands in both of his, shaking them vigorously. He was grinning from ear to ear, practically bouncing on his trainers as the sea of the university students all filed out around him. "I haven't had so much fun since I debated reincarnation and the proper way to make egg sandwiches with Plutarch! Trick is to toast the bread before you put the eggy bits on, that way you get to keep a nice crunch, instead of it getting all soggy round the middle. Spread a bit of butter on, and sprinkle in a few extra spices, as well as whatever you've got mixed in with the egg, and it's bang on! BUT! I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm The Doctor!"
He finally stopped shaking Barnaby's, his dark brown eyes suddenly intense, though still sparkling with a bit of warmth and mischief.
"I hear you are the man to see about a mystery..."
the starlight shift || @nightmdic liked this post for a short starter
"Now, let's have a look here, shall we?" The Doctor murmured. It had been surprisingly easy, fibbing his way into the hospital. Then again, he was fairly good at getting into places he shouldn't be. Also places he should. And just about everywhere in between -- though there were getting to be fewer and fewer of those lately...
He'd had to wait a rather long time for the hallways to clear out, the staff shifting to their evening duties or clocking out for the night, and leaving the patients to rest. All the hustle and bustle made his hearts twinge a bit, and for a moment, he half expected to turn and see Martha -- brilliant Dr. Martha Jones -- waiting for him at the end of the corridor. She wouldn't be, of course. Martha was long gone. And besides, he hadn't come all this way for nostalgia.
He was leaning over the central desk, one hand rummaging through the patient files the nurses had left splayed out over the work station when, too late, he heard a set of footsteps coming up and stopping behind him. The Doctor looked up sheepishly. "Um..." He gave a somewhat embarrassed, though still somehow intensely charming smile. "I suppose this is the bit where I say, 'I can explain'?"
a tenuous state || @msetra liked this post for a short starter
"I need your help." The Doctor leaned against the side of the TARDIS, his eyes fixed on the woman before him. Inside, his hearts were hammering. He could still see it. That image of Rassilon and The Master, disappearing in a blinding haze of light as the time lock swallowed Gallifrey once again. Every time this face had run into his old best friend, it had ended in disaster.
But what choice did he have? Magnus had always been the brilliant one. It was what kept them permanently circling in one another's orbit -- beautiful, and tragic, and inevitable as two suns on a collision course.
"No tricks. No traps. Just one trip, and then, if you like, you go your way, and I go mine."
and back again || @triple1st liked this post for a short starter
He hadn't gotten a call like this in a very long time. It had to be a hoax, he told himself, even as he raced one final circuit around the length of the TARDIS console, hesitating only as the wheezing roar of the engines faded and died, the room suddenly feeling all too close, too... silent. He should have been used to silence by now. Should, too, have been used to cryptic, impossible messages -- A date. A time.
He never could resist a mystery. Even if it was a lie. It had to be a lie. He knew it was a lie, because the alternative-
All the same... He found himself trying to smooth down his unruly mass of spiky brown hair, running a hand over the front of his pinstripe suit as he slowly pushed open the TARDIS door to find-... the impossible, surely...
SEE FULL CANON BIO HERE. Kidnapped as a child and raised in an elaborate experiment at the Federal Bureau of Control, Dylan has honed his paranatural abilities to a frightening and deadly degree. Powerful, maladjusted, and on the loose...
Spoilers included in Verses below the cut.
Following the events of CONTROL, when Dylan awakened from his coma he escaped containment and disappeared into the Oceanview Hotel and Casino. Haunted by the absence of the HISS presence and mistrusting of the "sister" he barely knows, he now resides in room 667, evading the FBC's forces, hunting for Casper Darling, and plotting his revenge.
VERSES
The Lost Cause (Main) - Dylan has finally escaped from The Oldest House. On his own for the first time, he struggles to find meaning, purpose and revenge in what remains of the ruins of his life.
Boys Will Be Monsters (Hiss / P6) - You are a worm through time. The thunder song distorts you. // They are HERE / HOME / NEVER LEFT. DYLAN / P6 / FAILED EXPERIMENT has embraced the full and terrible potential of his power. There is no turning back. // You are home. You remind us of home.
Agent Of Ill Fantasy (Director Dylan) - In which Dylan completes the Prime Candidate Program and becomes first an agent (Ranger) and eventually the Director of the FBC.
Treading On Reality (Post-Canon) - In which Dylan remains in the FBC's custody after awakening from his encounter with the HISS. He was created to become the next Director of the FBC... now that Jesse holds the Service Weapon, that path is forever closed to him. So what good is he now? Slowly but surely, with help from his sister, he is working to find healing and some sort of a place in a Bureau that no longer needs him.
Gone Mad With The Night (Alan Wake) - In which Casper Darling helps the Faden children to escape the aftermath of the Ordinary AWE. Instead of turning the pair over to Trench and the FBC, Darling sacrificed his own career and took the children to a small town called Bright Falls. Posing as Darling's twins, Jesse and Dylan were able to live a mostly normal life (barring occasional parautilitarian hijinks). Dylan works off the record in the Lake House, following in his adoptive father's footsteps, while trying to build a career as an artist, and juggling an on-again, off-again relationship with his childhood sweetheart, Rose Marigold. Lately, however, his art has been taking a more sinister turn... he feels himself frequently being drawn toward Mirror Peak and Cauldron Lake... and he can't seem to shake the feeling that he's being watched...
The Boy From Ordinary (Pre-Canon / Young Dylan) - Dylan growing up in Ordinary, and later within the Oldest House. Navigating his newfound powers and the Prime Candidate Program isn't easy... but if he succeeds, then one day, all the secrets of the FBC will be his.
Status: Secondary, Moderate Activity
Face Claim: James McCaffrey
Fandom: Remedy's CONTROL (CANON DIVERGENT)
Species: Human / Parautilitarian [KE Class - physical / kinetic effects (telekinesis) PE Class - psychological / psychic effects (telepathy)]
Occupation: Director of the Federal Bureau of Control
Age: 55
Gender and Pronouns: Male, he / him / his
Sexuality: [REDACTED]
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SEE FULL CANON BIO HERE. The power wary, hard-charging leader of the Federal Bureau of Control. Haunted by personal tragedy, Trench has thrown the whole of himself into protecting and preserving the FBC. An adept parautilitarian in his own right. And yet he just can't seem to shake that ringing in his ears...
Spoilers included in Verses below the cut. TW: Suicide Mention & Character Death
Something went wrong. Or, depending on your sense of justice, of moral outrage, of schadenfreude... Right. The last thing Zachariah Trench remembered was locking down his beloved Bureau and putting a bullet in his brain in a desperate final attempt to destroy... or was it release... The HISS. Next thing he knew, he was waking up in the FBC Morgue. Out of Commission. Retired. The Service Weapon might be in another Director's hands, but the work is never truly done. He is a company man, through and through, an agent first and foremost. The burden of responsibility has been lifted, but his duty is always and forever to the Bureau. There's no escaping that.
VERSES
No Rest For The Wicked (Main) - Zachariah Trench was revived by paranatural means [REDACTED], and continues to work for the Bureau, advising Director Faden where he can, and working to clean up the mess he left behind, back in the field where he belongs.
Everybody Wants The Big Chair (Director Trench) - After binding [REDACTED] and taking control of the Service Weapon, Zachariah Trench is now the Director of the Federal Bureau of Control. Still... something is bothering him... a pain... a ringing in the ears... Stress, probably. That's what everyone keeps telling him, anyway...
The Nostalgia Department (Pre-Canon / Ranger) - Zachariah's days as a young agent in the FBC. Following the loss of his daughter Susanna, and his wife Kate subsequently divorcing him, he has nothing to do but rise through the ranks. But he can't help but notice the strange goings on at the Bureau... the rising number of AWEs, and the unnatural power that seems to be coalescing around Director Northmoor...
Status: Secondary, Moderate Activity
Face Claim: January Jones
Fandom: Fandomless / Alan Wake (as The Muse / “Barbara Jagger”)
Species: Interdimensional Entity
Occupation: Muse
Age: Unknown, appears mid/late thirties
Gender and Pronouns: Female, she / her / hers
Sexuality: Omnisexual
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In the beginning was the Dark. An endless inky abyss, stretching in the space between universes. And she was Alone, the only one of her kind. Herself. Hunting the Small Things, Hunted by the Big Things, always, for there was no Time in that other place.
Then she saw the Light. A fissure into Somewhere – Reality – A Universe. And when she slithered through, the crack into the Universe sealed shut behind her.
For a long time, She watched, and studied, fascinated by the laws and mechanisms of this strange new world. Suddenly there was Color. Sound. Gravity. Dimension. Taste. Distance. And Light. So much Light. Light that blinded her many eyes, and burned her flesh… She learned to shift her shape, to change – and there were so many new forms to try! A woman. A cabin. A star. She could be all at once, or less, or more. But she was lonely. She watched worlds as they grew life, webs of interconnected beings that hunted, and learned, and explored, and loved. She wanted one.
And so she learned the things Life liked… learned to catch its little creatures in her web, and weave whole worlds around them. A game. And now she is ever seeking playmates – changing forms to fit their fancy, feeding on their attention and affection, searching for the one that will be hers, always. The one that will stay.
ALAN WAKE ITERATION: After being drawn into this Universe, The Other retreated into Cauldron Lake, where she encountered and was altered by The Dark Presence. Scratch was the one to teach her about their reality, to shift forms, to play the perfect Muse capable of luring artists into the Dark Presence’s thrall. When Tom Zane reached out to the Lake, it was The Other that reached back. She fell in love with him, allowing Scratch to use her as a conduit to draw him into the dark – which she had no fear of, as it was all she had ever known. After Zane broke free of the Dark Presence and tried to erase himself from history, The Other was forced to retreat with Scratch back into the Cauldron. Periodically she resurfaces in Bright Falls, enticing artists to join her in Bird Leg Cabin (an extension of herself) and trapping them in worlds of her own making. She is still bound to Scratch and The Dark Presence, feeding as they do from the creativity siphoned from entrapped artists, but she can be reasoned with, persuaded occasionally to the Light which first enticed her from her home. She has no interest in whether or not Bright Falls and the world beyond falls into Darkness. More than anything, she wants to be loved as Zane once loved her, and to find the playmate who will match her as he once did, without betraying and abandoning her.
"Think of it like a biiiig puppy that really REALLY wants you dead."
Status: Primary, High Activity
Face Claim: Florence Pugh
Species: Human
Occupation: Monster Hunter
Age: 26
Gender and Pronouns: Female, she / her / hers
Sexuality: Uhh, kinda busy right now, can we talk about this later?
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There is no before, and no after. There is just This Job, and if you are very lucky, the next. But daydreaming about the future, or angsting over mistakes of the past? That's a sure fire way to get bitten. Or ripped in half. Or flipped off a cliff. Or sucked into an engine. The possibilities are endless really.
That's the lesson Big Brother hammered home from the moment The Gang swept you off the streets. If you want to Survive, focus on the teeth in front of you. That's all you can do. And Tanith took those words as gospel. It wasn't difficult. Since The Shattering, their home world had been overrun by monsters of every kind. Mutated highborns, the twisted results of failed genetic enhancements, raining down from the Upper City towers... Exotic monstrosities brought in for the annual Hunt, broken free of their chains... Viroids crawling out after dark to drag you into their subterranean labyrinths and feed you to The Disease... The Shattering unmade their perfect, orderly world, and left the survivors scrounging for scraps in a new dark age. Big Brother might not have been related to any of the kids The Gang took in, but he gave them the tools they needed to survive.
Tanith was one of the lucky ones. Not just lucky. Talented. Hunting came as naturally to her as breathing. Even the Beasts that weren't dangerous seemed drawn to her, and even at a young age she was daring enough to try to tackle any challenge.
She found the ship when she was fifteen, alone on a hunt, and almost by accident -- a small, but powerfully built spacecraft, crashed in a ravine on the outskirts of The City, and badly damaged. But as soon as she saw it, she knew it was her ticket to freedom. She spent the next three years repairing the craft, telling only her two best friends about her discovery. Together, the three of them made their plan of escape. As soon as the ship was ready, they christened her The Medusa, took to the stars, and never looked back.
The trio soon learned that monster hunting across space was a very different, dangerous game than what Big Brother had prepared them for on Homeworld. By the time she was nineteen, Tanith had more scars and stories than she could count. But the time she was twenty-two... she was alone.
She's stayed that way ever since. It's... easier. Than trying to train someone to keep up. Than worrying about looking after anyone but herself. She's made a name for herself in some of the darker, stranger corners of the universe as a professional -- you need a monster dealt with, you find yourself The Medusa. One way or another, Tanith will get the job done. Because that's all there is. Just This Job. And if she's lucky... The Next.
VERSES
The Teeth In Front Of Me (Main Verse) - Tanith is traveling the universe alone, hunting monsters and aliens of every kind -- relocating some, leaving others to her network Black Market dealers. When she's not on a Hunt, she's studying every form of xeno-fauna she can find, or picking up odd jobs in "security" -- body guard, henchman, bootlegging, bounty hunter -- she doesn't much care who it's for, so long as it pays.
Take A Bite Of The Past (Jurassic Park) - In which Tanith is a member of the Jurassic Park containment crew.
Teeth In The Dark (CONTROL / Alan Wake) - In which Tanith is a junior Ranger, working for the Federal Bureau of Control. She is part of a specialized "cleanup" team that goes into AWE zones to contain disasters before they spread. Her expertise lies in tracking and trapping Parautilitarians and Altered Entities, to prevent them from spilling out into the civilian world.
Status: Primary, High Activity
Face Claim: Billie Joe Armstrong
Fandom: Doctor Who
Species: Mondasian Betan (Partial Cyberman Convert - TW: Flashing Gif)
Occupation: Freedom Fighter / Aspiring Musician
Age: 22
Gender and Pronouns: Male, he / him / his
Sexuality: Bisexual
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If the world Bastian grew up on had a name, it was lost when the Mondasians took over. The tiny exoplanet had always been a hard one to make a living on – dangerous and mercurial seasons, a population only just teetering on the balanced side of what the planet could sustain, ravaged by poverty and the kind of violence only desperation can breed. A wild frontier world, on the outskirts of civilization. The Mondasians promised to change all of that. And to an extent, they did, bringing Mondas Beta into a new technological era, and enforcing their hold over the planet with squadrons of Cybermen.
Bastian was born about fifty years after Mondas Beta’s “renaissance,” a few minutes after his twin sister, Veronica. Betans lived as second class citizens, compared to the Mondasian ruling class. Afforded moderate educations, and assigned jobs after graduation based on their aptitude, life for a Betan was structured, regulated, and generally without surprises.
But “structure” never sat well with Bastian.
As a child he was always asking hard questions, following trains of though that neither his parents, nor his Mondasian education supervisors could comfortably answer. Unanswered questions lead to trying to find his own answers… by age ten, he and his friends were daring one another to trespass into Mondasian Alphan spaces - playing small pranks, and trying to find out how the other half lived. By fourteen, he was thoroughly disillusioned. He started skipping school, spending more and more time with a group of self proclaimed Betan radicals – teens and young adults who thought of themselves as revolutionaries, but were, in reality, little more than vandals and thugs. There was a very real, and rapidly growing revolutionary movement on Mondas Beta, but Bastian and his friends were nowhere near as close to it as they believed. But his cohorts did push Bastian to think beyond the bounds of what he had been presented with, to look past the propaganda at the ugly reality of their lives – Mondas Beta and her people had been thoroughly subjugated, the planet strip mined for metals to produce the armies of Cybermen that stalked the streets, and the people suppressed into little better than slavery.
Convinced that the answers behind the original Mondasian invasion lay in the mines, Bastian did everything in his power to fail at school, ensuring he would not end up assigned to work in the Service or Technology Sectors. Instead, he was assigned to the Core, and set the grueling task of dining and processing the metals from the heart of the planet. It was miserable work, and despite being at the center of the Mondasians’ operations on his planet, he felt no closer to unearthing the secrets of the Alphans or their Cybermen.
He was nineteen when the accident happened – his one, and perhaps only act of real heroism. Bastian was leaving a late night shift in the mines, when he spotted a small group of younger teens sneaking off down one of the tunnels… and the cyber patroller who went after them. It was never a question of if he would follow… only if he would get to the kids before the Cyberman did. What came next is… blurry. He remembers running down the tunnels. Shouting to the teens. Something heavy and metallic in his hand – a pick. The way the Cyberman’s helmet lit up, blue sparks flying as he swung the tool down hard. The creature’s silver hands, reaching for him, grasping his face. Sparking claylike metal fingers burrowing and burning into his flesh. Pain. Pain. Pain-
The next thing he knew, he was waking up in the conversion ward of a Betan hospital, with a mechanical eye and cybernetic implants running through the left side of his face. Partial Conversion, the Alphan doctor called it.
More than enough to lose him his friends on the fringes, now suspicious of a boy who looked too much like their Alphan masters to be trusted…
More than enough to turn his whole world upside-down, struggling to adjust to his new cybernetic capabilities, the isolation, the inexplicable gaps in his memory…
More than enough to connect him to the Cyberium when the Mondasians finally launched their attack.
One flip of a switch, and Bastian and hundreds of thousands of Betans like him were simply… switched off. Upgraded. there was nothing. No pain. No hesitation. No fear.
And then… there was The Doctor.
To this day, Bastian has no idea what The Doctor did to save them… how the Cyberium was defeated, and his connection to the Cybermen severed… how Mondas Beta was freed… but he’s heard stories. With the mines shut down, there was little tying him to his ravaged home world… and there were so many MANY stories still waiting to be heard… So Bastian bought a ship, and now, together with his sister, he has taken to the stars in search of The Doctor, desperate to learn anything and everything about the stranger from the stars who saved him.
Status: Primary, High Activity
Face Claim: Adrien Brody
Species: Werewolf [see Shifted Form here] (has cultivated the rare ability to shift at will, not only with the cycles of the moon)
Occupation: Woodland Hermit // Pack Leader (verse dependent)
Age: Unknown, appears late thirties, early forties (few werewolves are known to live past the age of 40, but this is mostly due to their territorial, aggressive and reckless behavior)
Gender and Pronouns: Male, he / him / his
Sexuality: Pansexual
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Luca never knew whether he was a born wolf, or turned – but the Pack is all he has ever known. When he was 4, he was found hiding in the woods in semi-shifted, covered in blood, several miles away from the remains of a campsite that had been destroyed in some sort of animal attack. His new family always assumed he managed to escape the attack that left the rest of his bloodline dead – either a blood feud between packs, or a lone wolf gone berserk.
It took his new father and three of his brothers to catch Luca and bring him home. The transition wasn’t an easy one. For a full year, Luca remained feral, trapped in his semi-shifted state, half boy, half wolf. But over time, as he settled in with the new pack and began to feel comfortable and safe, he slowly shifted back into his human form, and then resumed regular moon phase cycles, though to this day, he maintains the unusual ability to shift at will. All the adults understood, and did their best to help him adjust, but it was difficult for Luca to make friends as a kid, until he calmed down enough to fully assimilate. The pup who ended up his best friend used to be his biggest bully for a while, until Luca fought back and knocked him on his ass – after that, they were inseparable.
Luca’s new family lived by the Old Laws. They kept to themselves, not bothering with humans or other magical species. The ancient strictures keep the Pack safe, isolated, and orderly. But with those strict laws, often come complications.
The problems started with the Line of Succession… and with Sylvia. She was the third in Luca’s little group of friends, and he was head over heels in love with her. Gorgeous and popular… but with a hell of a mean streak if she didn’t get her way. While Luca’s affections for Sylvia were obvious, Sylvia only ever toyed with him. It was clear she was saving herself for a wolf of higher standing in the Pack. And so Luca began forming a plan.
The head of the Pack had no heirs. In keeping with Pack Tradition, anyone who was of age and wanted to challenge for the right to be his heir and trained to take over the Pack when their Alpha died, could. The challenge was simple. Last wold standing, wins. Luca and his best friend both challenged, as well as several others, and despite the formidable odds, Luca won. As Alpha (or alpha to be) by the laws of the Pack, Luca had the right to select any eligible Pack-member as his future mate. He presented himself to Sylvia… who was not at all happy about it. In front of the entire Pack, she not only rejected his advances, but she turned her back on him. By the Old Laws, to turn your back on the Pack leader is the same as to turn your back on the Pack. It is a challenge AT BEST, and more often than not a death sentence or results in immediate exile. Unwilling to force Sylvia to submit to marrying him, or to hurt her and force her from the Pack, Luca did the unthinkable. He rolled over, submitting to Sylvia, leaving her as head of the Pack, and went into voluntary exile.
He left the United States, and went to hide out in Ireland. He lived near a small village of witches for some time, aiding them in small tasks and spells, but mostly keeping to himself. They helped him to make contact with a few other packs, but he was too ashamed to risk trying to join one again, not wanting to risk further rejection. Slowly, over time, other Pack-less wolves found their way to him, and he did what he could to shield and guide them… until one day he found that this strange band of refugees had formed a pack of their own, and they were all looking to him for direction, protection, leadership. Somewhat reluctantly, he allowed them to name him Pack leader, but he has never chosen a mate.
Status: Primary, High Activity
Face Claim: Colin Firth (voice claim: Elton John)
Species: Human, Warlock (Necromancer, with an expertise in Love Magics)
Occupation: International Rock Sensation~
Age: 50 Never you bloody mind how old I am
Gender and Pronouns: Male, he / him / his
Sexuality: Homosexual
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From the very beginning, Caesar Le'Roi knew he was born to be a star. Raised just outside of London, during the height of the Rock and Roll craze, Caesar grew up obsessed with music, determined that one day, his name would be foremost among the greatest singers of all time.
An extremely turbulent childhood spurred him to run away from home at the age of 14, moving to the city on his own and, as he would later remark, “slumming it” – alternatively living on the streets, couch surfing, and when he was older moving in with his various sugar daddies as he worked his way up through the concert and festival circuits in and around the country. Throughout his life, he struggled with severe depression and violent self-sabotaging urges. By the time he was 17, he was fairly heavily involved with some nasty coping mechanisms – “but isn’t that just the life of a rockstar?” He never expected to live past 30. Live fast, die young, let the music be the legacy. That was the plan.
And then his entire universe was turned upside-down in his twenties, when he met another aspiring musician, Aatos Lampo. For the first time in his life, the vain and egotistical Caesar was truly in love, and truly had a reason for being. He began to soften. To change for the better. Though the two were forced to keep their relationship somewhat under wraps, Caesar knew that Aatos was everything he had ever been searching for. Suddenly he could see a life for himself, beyond music. A house. Kids. A husband. A real future, all of it within reach. And then it happened. His breakthrough song. A hit single that vaulted him to instant stardom. His life was about to finally, finally begin.
And then it all fell apart.
The night before he was meant to leave for his very first world tour, Caesar proposed to Aatos. And Aatos said no. Furious and heartbroken, Caesar accused Aatos of sleeping with one of the members of his band, and the ensuing argument destroyed their relationship. Caesar left for his tour, warning Aatos that he was making a mistake. He would never see Aatos again. A few months later, Aatos was killed in a horrific stage accident, and any hope of a future seemed to die with him. Or had it?
It was then, at the peak of his music career, that Caesar turned to the occult. His mother had taught him a few small, hedgewitch magics and a little divination in his youth. But now, in the depths of his despair, Caesar turned the full bent of his focus to the art of Necromancy, determined to find his lost lover beyond the veil, and bring him back. No matter the cost. For the past thirty or so years, Caesar has used his musical stardom as a cloak to cover up his doings as a warlock. He is volatile, mercurial, extremely powerful, and extremely dangerous when provoked. He is an expert in the arts of Necromancy and Love Magics – love and death have ruled the whole of his life, and his obsessive pursuit of rekindling his affair with the only man he has ever loved now consumes him utterly.
VERSES
All Hail The King (Main): Caesar, living his double life as a rock star and warlock. To those in magical circles, he is known primarily as The Necromancer – a mercurial and dangerous magic user, on a desperate quest to resurrect his long lost love.
Covens Are A Girl’s Best Friend: In which Caesar was discovered by a small coven of witches, who have begun to help him in his long and painful journey of healing. Even as he struggles toward the light, the hold the dark arts have over him remains strong – so strong it threatens to overwhelm him completely…
She Sold Me Magic: In which Caesar has given up music completely. Plunging deeper and deeper into the dark arts, he crafts potions and curses, for anyone who can meet his price…
My Fierce Friend: In which Caesar has reunited with Aatos. Married, raising two children (Esteri and Leo) and semi-retired from music, he runs a small apothecary with his coven sisters, selling love potions and doing his best to keep control over his darker magical urges…
God, We Were Young Once: Caesar in his youth, on his rise to stardom and fall into the occult…
Spent the past several days creating character dossiers for my multi-muse ( @roisdevivre ) — and I’ve finished all of the ones for my OCs and CONTROL muses… I’m actually quite proud of them, so I’m gonna reblog them here in a bit.
I’m always EXTREMELY happy to do crossovers, so if you see a muse you like, feel free to toss something at my inbox or reply to an open starter!
