❝ I’VE HAD ENOUGH HURT ALREADY IN MY LIFE. MORE THAN ENOUGH. NOW I WANT TO BE HAPPY. ❞
GENERAL INFO
NAME: Lancelot Crane GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS Male, He/Him DATE OF BIRTH: March 20th, 1986 PLACE OF BIRTH: London, England CURRENT RESIDENCE: Manhattan OCCUPATION: Chef + Owner of Eleanor’s Bistro FACE CLAIM: Daniel Sharman
SUPERNATURAL INFO
SPECIES: Siphoner COVEN POSITION: Member
BIOGRAPHY
Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Alcoholism, Drugs, Criminal Activity
Born into a wealthy family in Islington, London, Lancelot never truly fit in. From the moment he was born, his father Arthur despised him, for reasons that wouldn’t become known to him until much later in life. He was always convinced he was named Lancelot out of some cruel irony and decided early on to go by Lark, his middle name which his mother Genevieve had referred to him as since he was a baby. The name just felt more true to him and eventually, most people forgot his first name entirely. But Arthur would never let him forget, refusing to ever call him Lark, the name Lancelot dripped off his tongue steeped in vitriol every time he spoke to the boy.
Life with his siblings wasn’t easy either. Family didn’t seem worthwhile to their father unless they proved useful to him and, as a result, it was a constant rat race for his favor, always leaving Lark in the dust. He became an easy target to push blame on and because he never could seem to do anything right in their father’s eyes, he often just accepted it. His father’s punishments were always severe, it’s what drove his mother to drink herself into a hollow shell, and why his siblings treated him the way they did – every man for himself. Lark’s own instincts to cope were clear in his name, when it came to fight or flight, Lark always chose flight.
He would often find solace in their house staff, who acted as more of a family to Lark than his own. One person in particular quickly became the woman Lark would come to view as a mother of sorts. Eleanor, the head cook, took Lark under her wing and taught him everything she knew about cooking and kindness. He became her little shadow and she was glad to have him around. On good days, he would help her prepare the family meals, gradually mastering his technique and becoming more experimental with recipes. On bad days, she was a shoulder to cry on. Busy as she was, she always made time for her ‘petit oiseau’ as she called him. She taught him compassion and forgiveness in the face of adversity. Without her, he couldn’t imagine how he would have survived as long as he did. But she couldn’t protect him forever.
Lark had always been a curious child and one day, while wandering their labyrinthine home, he came across a door he’d never seen before, cracked open just enough to draw him in. It led down a winding staircase into a basement he didn’t know they had. It was near the base of the stairwell, out of plain sight, that Lark realised that his father’s reasons for hating him were nowhere near his biggest secret. He was too young to understand exactly what was being said, but he heard something about a syndicate and some deal or exchange. Whatever it was sounded dark and dangerous. Then he slipped on a step and stumbled right in on his father among a group of strange men. The punishment for that mistake was the worst he’d ever faced, full of threats that if he wasn’t family, he wouldn’t be alive. After that, he was sent away to boarding school so another incident wouldn’t happen again. Despite being alone for the first time in his life, he always felt like he was being watched there.
School was miserable in its own way, he no longer had Eleanor and had a hard time fitting in. Still, at least it was some reprieve from the family. Just by his luck, once he actually got some sense of footing there, it was swiftly pulled out from under him. One winter break his mother pulled him aside and revealed the whole truth – she was a witch, he was a siphon, but most importantly, Arthur wasn’t Lark’s real father. His real father was a man named Christopher Decker, an American who lived in New York. She also revealed that he was no longer safe in London and that he needed to leave before school started up again. It was the longest, most sober conversation she ever had with him.
It was a lot of information to take in for a seventeen-year-old boy, but as mentioned before, Lark was always prone to flight. So he packed up his essentials, said his goodbyes to Eleanor, and with his mother’s help, broke into his father’s safe and stole enough money to fly himself out to New York and start a new life there. His mother put a minor cloaking spell on him so Arthur couldn’t track him down and set him free with a final kiss and a deck of enchanted tarot cards passed down from her own mother. Then he was gone, never to set foot in London again.
New York brought the promise of a whole new Lark. New opportunities, new life, even a new family. A completely fresh start. He didn’t pursue his father immediately, he was too intimidated for that. Instead, he spent his first several years in New York working his way up in the restaurant industry, eventually making his way into the kitchens of some of the most popular restaurants in town and apprenticing under a few admired chefs. He met a witch who went against his coven to help Lark learn to get a handle on siphoning and even found other witches who accepted him as one of their own. These things alone were a vast improvement from his life in England.
In time he gathered up the courage to find his father, discovering his sister Hayden in the process. They got to know each other as friends first, seeing as Lark didn’t have the courage to admit who he truly was. However, when Lark finally came clean and told Hayden and Christopher his relation to them it was like a fog had lifted. After that, it was like everything clicked into place. He had a family that actually seemed to like him. He moved into a nice apartment in Greenwich Village, and he even opened up his own French restaurant named Eleanor’s after the woman who practically raised him. Then Logan became coven supreme and Lark was finally able to actually join the coven.
Everything seems to be going so well now, but a dread has begun to slowly creep in… the fear that it’s only a matter of time until the past catches up to him.

















