it doesn't take a genius to know that he probably looked weird at that moment, even in the standards of witches. shirtless and drenched in sweat, which has also marked a crude circle on the spot where he sat. in one hand, he held a half melted candle with wax dripping down his clenched fingers. while on the other, he gripped the pendant of his necklace: a black orb that shimmers in the daylight. speaking in a tongue even he didn't know he could speak.
and not to mention his room is a mess, half open suitcases and boxes strewn on the floor and his bed. right, he was unpacking.
now, in his defense, he wasn't always like this. when he first came here, he was already settled ten minutes after he entered the door. but something was different about this place this year, and he could feel it in the air the moment he entered camp grounds. like a curse that's attached to no one, but it's targeting everyone. so, he did the first thing that came to mind in a moment of magic-induced panic: he called on to his grandfather. fuck if he's dead, he's supposed to teach him all of this.
and so, we're here. finally coming to from his little spiritual meditation, pj stood up with a groan as his legs protest from being rudely awakened. " s-sorry about that. i was just ... trying to reach someone. " he says, hoping that it was answer enough. because frankly, he got nothing else to add. his grandfather was still closed to him, nearly a year now from he passed the torch to him. with a sigh, he picked up a towel to dry himself off before regarding them again. " are you my ... new bunkmate? nobody told me about that. "
tanner buchanan, gay, cis male + he / him → isn’t that patrick john 'pj' williams? i’ve seen them hanging out with the campers. i hear they're 21, but they’ve been coming to camp for 1 year. they seem to be gregarious & protective, but also secretive & a loner. it’s cool that they’re capable of healing & necromancy! their aesthetics are also bleeding eyes due to magic use, thick hair wrapped around voodoo dolls, and hastily scribbled spells on notebook paper. | written by mo
ashby gentry, homosexual, male + he/him → isn’t that silas bennett? i’ve seen them hanging out with the campers. i hear they're 23, but they’ve been coming to camp for 5 years. they seem to be sharp-witted & reliable, but also codependent & emotional. it’s cool that they’re capable of hydrokinesis & healing! their aesthetics are also pastel oversized tank tops, gun finger hexing, his coven chanting at the beach. | written by bose
john krasinski, gay, cis male + he/him/his → isn’t that łukaz łaska? i’ve seen them hanging out with the counselors. i hear they're forty-five (actually seventy-five), but they’ve been been coming to camp for number of as long as anyone can remember. they seem to be erudite & helpful, but also aloof & secretive. it’s cool that they’re capable of necromancy, divination, astral projection, and intangibility! their aesthetics are dimly lit candles, scattered open books, and tea leaves all over the table. | gunn, 32, he/him/his, est + none
basics
full name łukaz łaska
age "forty-five" (seventy-five)
gender cis male (he/him/his)
orientation homoromantic homosexual
species human (witch)
occupation librarian
powers scrying, divination, astral projection, intangibility, necromancy
physical
hair brown
eyes hazel
height six foot three
build tall, broad-shouldered, toned muscle
physical marks a few faint scars on his back
face claim john krasinski
mental
alignment lawful neutral
positive traits erudite, helpful, wise
negative traits aloof, secretive, messy
hobbies reading, collecting books, teamaking, meditating
phobias chionophobia (fear of snow)
sexual preference versatile top; can be dominant or submissive depending on what's wanted from him
origins
birthplace reszel, poland
parents both deceased
siblings none
education masters degree in library science
Łukaz, as always, never noticed when someone entered his space. His nose always stuck in a book or some other business that stole his focus, it was perhaps the one thing that gave away his true age. When someone jokingly referred to him as an 'old man,' well... he took it personally.
(What was wrong with being old? Mature? Erudite?!)
But his aloofness could not be mistaken for lack of caring, because he truly did want to be of service to both his fellow counselors as well as the campers he considered his students. He possessed knowledge; he wanted to pass it along. Every day could have been his last, even after so many years of prolonged youth. The next generation needed to be educated.
But finally, a rustling alerted him to a visitor's presence. "Oh—?" he murmurs to himself, turning to face the other. "Apologies, I was just... nothing, don't worry about it. Is there something I can help you with?"
john krasinski, gay, cis male + he/him/his → isn’t that łukaz łaska? i’ve seen them hanging out with the counselors. i hear they're forty-five (actually seventy-five), but they’ve been been coming to camp for number of as long as anyone can remember. they seem to be erudite & helpful, but also aloof & secretive. it’s cool that they’re capable of scrying, divination, astral projection, and intangibility! their aesthetics are dimly lit candles, scattered open books, and tea leaves all over the table. | gunn, 32, he/him/his, est + none
Zack was out in the woods collecting herbs and plants. As much as he loved the gardens, there were some things that only mother nature herself could grow in a more uncontrolled enviroment. And considering Zack's love for potions? He always tried his best to make sure each one was perfect. The tooth of wolf forest was relaxing as he continued looking. From time to time using his plant magic to try to find what exactly he was looking for. Placing each thing he picked into the small picnic basket he brought with him. Zack was a little surprised when he saw another face.
"Here I thought I was the only person who got up this early." Zack jested lightly with a smile as he regarded the other man.
cody christian, homosexual, male + he/him → isn’t that zack winters? i’ve seen them hanging out with the counselors. i hear they're 27, but they’ve been been coming to camp for 4 years. they seem to be resourceful & loyal, but also naive & emotional. it’s cool that they’re capable of healing, telekinesis, force field constructs, & chlorokinesis! their aesthetics are also a poison plant that is being picked, a messy work area, and a person meditating with a few things floating around them.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. zack cole winters
𝐀𝐊𝐀. give me some?
𝐀𝐆𝐄. 27
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 & 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒. cis male & he / him
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. homosexual homoromantic
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. witch
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. camper
𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒. potion making, mediumship, spell casting, scrying, healing, telekinesis, force field, and chlorokinesis.
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. brown
𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. green
𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 5'8
𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃. lean yet muscular, with noticeable definition, particularly in his arms and chest.
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒. none
𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒. a small vine winding around his right arm dripping purple poison and sprouting pink flowers here and there.
D/S: Sub leaning regardless of if he tops or bottoms-doms on occasion
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘
From a young age, Zack Winters knew that he was going to be a witch. His mother practically assured him considering she was one herself, and was quite eager to have someone to pass down her knowledge too. Although she made it abundantly clear. Talking about their craft when father was home was forbidden. And at the time, Zack didn't understand why. But he made sure to follow the rule considering his mother kept stressing it was the most important one.
Zack grew up with a close connection with his mother (ash). He helped her pick the plants that she needed and helped her with potions. Potion making easily became his favorite thing to do. But one day? Their sacred rule was broken. And they were caught. Turns out that Zack's father is a witch hunter, and he wasn't to pleased with finding out his own wife had been keeping tabs on him and his associates by getting close with them and marrying him. So...He hunted Zack and Ash. And they ran and ran and ran. But eventually? He caught up.
Zack's powers manifested a second to late. The force field coming up just in time to protect himself but not his mother. She had told him about the camp. About there being people she knew and trusted. And so? Zack made his way there. Lost, homeless, and hungry. He did whatever he had to do while his powers began to manifest more.
When he got to the camp, he decided to stay year long. He didn't have a home and his father was still out there probably hunting him down. So he would rather stay here then there. Over the years, Zack has proven to be quite the capable witch. And he hopes to some day be a counselor here. To help other lost souls, as they did to him.
Ni finds the small clearing in the forest that they've been coming to regularly for the past two years. It's a good place for moon rituals especially under tonight's New Moon. A time of planting seeds of intention.
They light a bergamot and chamomile candle, drawing in more power from the moon.
Then they stand and pull their shirt off. They begin to stretch so they're nice and limber for their dance tonight.
They sense a shift in the shadows behind them and they smirk at the hesitant intrusion.
"Care to join me tonight?" they call over their shoulder. "Moon dances are always more powerful with more than one witch present."
D'Pharaoh Woon-a-tai, gay, non-binary + they/them → isn’t that Niimi "Ni" Blackburn? i’ve seen them hanging out with the campers. i hear they're 23, but they’ve been coming to camp for 3 years. they seem to be friendly & an open book, but also promiscuous & needy. it’s cool that they’re capable of intangibility, and shadow manipulation! their aesthetics are also dancing naked under the moonlight, slipping into the shadows, sweat slick skin from finding joy and passion in being present in your physical body. | written by caye
Basic Information
NAME: Niimi "Ni" Blackburn
PRONOUNS: they/them
BIRTHDAY: May 17
AGE: 23
HOMETOWN: North Dakota
ORIENTATION: gay
NICKNAMES: Ni
Family:
MOTHER: Anequs
FATHER: Mekko
Appearance
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark Brown
BUILD: Skinny
RACE/ETHNICITY: Ojibwe
Personality & Behavior
HOBBIES: dancing, cooking, rock climbing
LIKES: club music, scary stories, cinnamon, black cats
DISLIKES: yappy dogs, action movies
QUIRKS: dances naked under the moon, bites fingernails when nervous
STRENGTHS: laid-back, friendly, open book
WEAKNESSES: needy, noncommittal
NSFW
MUSCLES: skinny, lean
DICK: 6"
ASS: flat but firm
POSITION: vers-top
KINKS: biting, choking, hair pulling
EXPERIENCE: awkward teenage escapades
Biography
Niimi was born into a fairly loving family. The middle child of 5, there was nothing of note to happen besides their magic. They're the only one in their family with preternatural abilities. They were 5 when they first manifested their most innate skill: intagibility.
There was several weeks where they had no control and no one was able to touch them. At first it was a fun game, but the longer it lasted, the more scared and scarred they became by it. Unable to feel things. Is that their life now?
With lots of coaxing, they were finally able to control it. While now they use it as they want, there is still an underlying fear that one day they might lose control and never be able to feel anything again. This is why they love physical activities. It helps center themselves into their body, keeps tgem grounded in the physical.
When they were 13, their other skill began to manifest: umbrakinesis, shadow manipulation. They initially scared themselves from the way they were able to twist and control shadows, but then they learned how to scare other people, like their siblings. After they got in trouble for that, they started using it subtly to scare bullies or assholes at school. This sparked their interest in horror and they used those as inspiration sometimes.
While their family loved and supported them, there was only so much non-magical people could do with a magical child.
When they turned 21, they decided it was time for them to explore more of the world and see if they can find others like themselves. They got in their truck and drove. They searched among other native people's and did find a few preternaturally gifted people but they all had different abilities. Finally, they were directed to Caldron Bubble and that's where they've been ever since. They do leave occasionally to visit family and friends but they spend most of their time there, learning how to hone their abilities and stretch them to learn more.
It also helps there are plenty of attractive guys that can help them get physical whenever they want.
ㅤㅤㅤTo dance is to wage war. Wu You's father had repeated that mantra his entire childhood. Mastering the art of Tai Chi and witchcraft had been no easy feat. Wu You had been taught to combine the two of them in an effortless dance that produced flames, making him a deadly witch to contend with. But Wu You rarely used his skills to set another ablaze. He had found his calling in rearing the witches of the future. To those interested he offered Tai Chi classes to help his students learn to defend themselves. While magic was powerful there was no better feeling than landing a punch or kick against an opponent. Plus he preferred not to hear anybody cry out in pain while burning alive. It was an unpleasant experience.
ㅤㅤㅤ"You're five minutes late." He says over his shoulder as he stands in a clearing just outside the camp. Wu You came here often to teach his students or take a break and commune with nature. "Your very first lesson and you're tardy. You're not making a very good impre-" Wu You turns and realizes he had been speaking to somebody else entirely. This wasn't his student but another member of their camp. "Apologies." He lifts a hand to the nape of his neck and smiles bashfully, "One of the boys asked to be taught Tai Chi and he's late. Rude, right?"
On the comfort of a soft blank, Eliong was showered with a golden glow that came deep within the branches of the mighty tree he was relaxing under. Like a comfortable cat, the man laid underneath it, enjoying its warmth for all its worth. Lio held his book high, with his gaze focused on every word that it offered him. However, if he held it any lower, Eli would have potentially missed the man who stood in front of him. Or maybe it would have given him the opportunity to just pretend to not notice them until they spoke up. If they ever would have. But the other was hard to miss and couldn't be ignored for any longer. So, the witch's dark eyes looked past his novel and onto the other. "Are you seeking assistance with anything?" The counselor asked with sincere kindness. Slowly, he sat up and rested his back on the trunk of the tree, his book placed gently on his lap to give his full attention to the other. "Or is this a little jarring?" Eliong hummed as his eyes looked up to the source of light. It was only a short moment later that he raised his his hand towards it, reaching as far as he could, before he snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the artificial daylight was gone and everything around had become dark, all except for the starry night sky and the little orb of light that he now held within his fingertips. "Better? Or would you like it to return?" He asked as he fiddled with literal light as if it were a toy.
the other's forearm sits between bowie's two palms, one of bowie's hands keeping the weight of their arm steady as the other is hovering over the other's wound. you can tell by the look on the redhead's face that he was working hard at focusing, transmitting his lifeforce into the other. with his power to heal, it wasn't uncommon for the young camper to be posted up with nursing duties for the day but that didn't mean bowie necessarily liked it or was entirely good at it either. he could heal without issue, it was the bedside manner that was completely out of practice. as the wound on his patient's arm begins to resolve and repair itself, bowie would finally look back up at the other. ❛ it's really not that bad. last week someone nearly got their arm burned off and that took like twenty whole minutes to get looking good again! ❜ he'll enthuse, dropping the arm back onto the others lap without grace. good as new.
❛ and don't worry about it opening back up or anything. that hasn't happened yet. ❜ a sheepish smile, his eyes hollow from thought. ❛ that was a pretty big scratch though. what happened? ❜
taylor zakhar perez, homosexual, cis male, he/him → isn’t that roman d'evreux? i’ve seen them hanging out with the campers. i hear they’re 27, but they’ve been coming to camp for 1 year. they seem to be knowledgeable & determined, but also secretive & vindictive. it’s cool that they’re capable of necromancy & divination! their aesthetics are also forbidden tomes, occult sigils carved in wood, vintage designer labels
a gasping death rattle erupts from his chest as he sits up suddenly, his vision blurred as the landscape before him came into focus. fingernails dig into the soil beneath him, cursing himself as the memories of the past hour come rushing back.
his head is throbbing, but there's not much time to dwell on such matters, as he sees someone approaching in the distance.
" sorry , i was — just trying something. something stupid. "
despite the very ominous appearance of the apparition around the campfire, maia rojos was still determined to begin the start of their tenure as a counselor ( albeit one of the youngest ) on a good note, hence why they were in the main kitchen, their stomping grounds to say the least. whenever maia was in one, they felt stable and rooted, hence why they could use their telekinesis with ease to shuffle pans and skillets while whipping several bowls: it was all a beautiful symphony, an expression of young rojos' craft. but they weren't so lost in their rhythm to not notice the other by the doorway, soft brown eyes looking up with a curious, almost doe-eyed expression before a smile appears. ❝ hey there ! lunch isn't quite done yet: the sauce for the panini alfredo sandwiches needs a bit more puree but I made plenty of petit fours & lemonade to snack on ! unless you needed something else ? ❞ a waggle of their finger to bring a towel to wipe a bit of stray flour that had exploded on their nose. luckily, their apron kept much of the mess off of them.
manny jacinto, bisexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that eliong vega? i’ve seen them hanging out with the counselors. i hear they’re 39, but they’ve been been coming to camp for 20 years. they seem to be inquisitive & meticulous, but also obsessive & dismissive. it’s cool that they’re capable of astral projection, intangibility, magnetic field manipulation, & photokinesis! their aesthetics are also stacks of books filling a cozy home library in organized chaos, heavy eyes watching the sun rise after staying up all night , “when the night is over” by lord huron. | written by odd
Basics:
Name: Eliong Vega
Nicknames: Eli, Lio
Birthplace: Seattle, Washington
Date of birth: December 31, 11:28 PM
Age: 39
Education level: Doctorate
Occupation: Physics Professor at M.I.T.
Species: Witch
Position: Counselor
Powers: Astral Projection, Intangibility, Magnetic Field Manipulation, Photokinesis.
Appearance:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 175
Build: Lean - Athletic
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos: Sleeves on both arms with different sigils and runes. Enchanted not to be seen.
Piercings: None
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Sexual Position. Top
Clothing style: Classic with a modern twist. Enjoys natural textiles like leather, cotton, and wool. Earth Tones. Gold Jewelry. Big Glasses. Everything perfectly fitted to his body.
Prominent features: His High Cheekbones. His Chiseled Jaw. His Beauty Mark
Personality:
Astrological sign: Capricorn
Positive traits: Inquisitive, Meticulous, Attentive
Negative traits: Obsessive, Dismissive, Solitary
Habits: Has a tendency of staying up all night and falling asleep on his desk, or wherever he spent working. Bites his bottom lip when he is focused on his writing. When he's waiting, or feeling impatient, he taps his fingers in what seems to be in a random order, but in actually it follows the binary number sequence.
Quirks: When he's really deep in thought about a certain topic, he will attempt to push his glasses up to the bridge of his nose (even if he is wearing contacts). Traces his tattoos over his clothes and mumbles the type of sigils they are to himself. When eating pastries, he continuously takes a bite from the opposite side to keep it as symmetrical as possible.
Pet peeves: Slow walkers. People transforming into the being they have engrossed themselves with.
Hobbies: Reading, Baking, Stargazing, Going to Hobbies, Collecting, Traveling.
Alignment: True Neutral
Personality: INTP - Logician
Inspirations: Sebastian from Lala Land. "Picture You" by Chappell Roan. Old memories washing over you after only taking in a familiar scent. "When the Night is Over" by Lord Huron. Mark Watney from The Martian. Finding the perfect vintage book at an antique store. "Sandcastles" by Beyonce
Biography:
Eliong was born in Seattle, Washington. The middle child of three children. Human. No previous lineage to witches or the supernatural. He was a bright child, who thoroughly enjoyed school. Because of this, he was always curious about what was out there, feeling like there was more than what many wanted to questions. It was when he turned 16 that he started to explore with the craft in his endeavor to uncover the fundamental truths of the world and the universe.
Eventually, Eli would get accepted into the University of California, Berkley for Physics. As the young man pursued his academic career, he would also continue his craft before hearing rumors about a camp that can help him with his journey.
In due time, the young witch graduated and received his bachelors degree. This would have also been the year where he decided to step up and take the responsibilities of being a counselor as well as applying for his Masters at Harvard.
Everything was going perfectly for Eliong. His academic career and his witch's journey, using both of them to strengthen his perception of the other. Hell, the introverted man found someone to spend his life with, missing the summer for the first time before his first year of his doctorate at MIT to get married. Eva, another human, a girl he met his first year of undergrad, and she everything that he didn't know he was looking for.
After getting married and finishing his doctorates, Lio's time at the camp would be far shorter than previous years, though he will still try his best to always appear.
Though, after 10 years of marriage, his relationship turned soured and went down the drain. After the dust settled with his divorce, Eliong threw himself into his work and now went back to spending much more time at the camp, teaching whoever who seeks his help.
Connections:
longstanding relationships: Eliong has been at the camp for two entire decades, there will be relationships that could have been forged throughout this whole time. This can range from friendships, rivals, or mentees.
outside connections: Perhaps they have met each other outside of the camp and somehow have a more intimate relationship because of this.
starting his coven: He's about to turn 40 and has been doing this on his own for a very long time. It might be time that he might start his own coven. Maybe your character is talking him into it, or even out of it, for whatever reason.
mentees: Outside of the camp, Eliong is a professor, and although he went into it for his own research he's found out he enjoys assisting other people through their own journeys. Naturally, he takes the role of a mentor at the camp. Only problem is that he is lost in his own world, so 9 times out of 10, they would have to come up to him.
always open for ideas and suggestions !!
