Bewildered & Bewitched!

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Beau Wilder Cinderwhite ―

Original Character

Twenty-three years old.

Local introvert that needs to be adopted by a few extroverts. Moral alignment is not a relevant concern.

A self-proclaimed witch, his god-given magic heavily inspired from fairytales and fables alike. He can turn someone into a frog, enchant animals through song, or even send someone into a long, involuntary slumber. He's typically good-intentioned, though.

Conspiracy buff. Health buff. Magic buff. Fashion buff. Fairytale buff. Is buff.

Aside from his older sister, Wilder was the only human in a household of long-lived nonhumans. His parents were prestigious and highly respected magic professors― his younger sisters in the same field of study, all successful. His older sister a professional designer. It was a very competitive environment to grow up in; as such, power dynamics are all Wilder knows. This may lead to him being a bit critical about the company he keeps.

In spite of his laid-back, nice guy persona, Wilder appreciates a good fight, and is no stranger to fighting dirty. He's memorized pressure points and vitals specifically for the battlefield.

Loves being a reliable big brother figure to children.

Always smells good. Always.

Will do the cooking and cleaning in exchange for your company.

A tragic shopaholic who doesn't like to work. Could be a really good assistant if he tried. Anyone want an assistant?

Look up "wilder" in the dictionary.

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fcxrcin​:

With more practice, he’ll get there. At least he can work on defense and offense until he gets his magic back! Hansol did exactly just that as well. Used her fighting skills to protect herself and others around her when her abilities were blocked. 

“Mmmmm, I do know of some of those stories,” She admits. She only knows of them because of the kids back home when she was in her village and through some books they had lent. Surprisingly enough despite being a hopeless romantic, Hansol was never really into all that as a kid herself. 

And notice she does. Normally people who talk and work out would be out of breath. It’s not like they’re just standing in one place either. Hansol has this man moving, punching air, and soon she’ll have him work on those kicks. 

“Oh? That’s so nice! Wait, does that mean you can make a big pumpkin carrier?” She’s only kidding. BUT she is secretly curious. 

Punching’s one thing. It’s what he’s used to. Punching, elbowing, jabbing, shoving. Now high-kicks.. that’s an area that causes Wilder to trip up a few times, apparently not the best at balancing on one foot. He’s always been more of a knee you back a few steps, stomp you when you’re down kind of guy. It’s what the heels were for. 

Now as for Hansol’s question, it’s a good question. And it makes Wilder wonder--could he? He’s never tried it, but... 

“Should be able to.” He decides, after regaining his balance. “If they ever give me my magic back, then I’ll show you.” It’s with those words that Wilder’s face becomes nervous and uncertain. “It’ll come back, right?” 

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These are absolutely lovely! 🌱💌💝

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fcxrcin​:

“The basics…” she thinks for a moment and then finally nods. She takes a stance and waits for Wilder to follow along. Sure, Hansol is capable of dirty fighting, but having done Tae Kwon DO and Hapkido for as long as she has, her fighting style has meshed into one that fought fairly. 

“Okay, here we go!” And time for some of those basic offense and defense. 

It doesn’t take long to go through them. Since they’re simple techniques. She doesn’t want to tire Wilder out at the beginning after all. 

“So, what kind of magic do you use?” She asks, while making sure his form is correct.  

Wilder is... decent. He doesn’t have the grace of an expert, but he isn’t completely stumbling with his movements, either. He’s definitely quicker at deflecting a punch than trying to throw one back. Partly because it’s true to his nature, simply what he’s fallen accustomed to in his travels. He usually has his magic do the fighting for him, so when he is in close-range of an enemy, he prioritizes getting away over punching back. It’s just safer that way. Another part for it is that Wilder just.. nervous. Nervous about throwing a punch at someone friendly, in spite of the lack of force he’s putting into it. As far as form goes, it will take some time to perfect. 

“Well ah, before I go on with answering that question...tell me, you’ve read stories back in your world about to-be princesses trying to pursue some kind of goal, right? And then in those stories there’s always that one character with magic - oftentimes they’re either a fairy or witch - that either go out of their way to help out, stop the girl, orrr could even be a little bit of both. You know what I mean?”

As they progress through the movements, Hansol will surely come to find out that anything Wilder lacks in technique, he makes up for in stamina. Even with all this moving around and rambling, he doesn’t seem to run short of breath nor tire. If anything, the brief exercise seems to have livened him up a bit. 

“Aha.. what I’m getting at is, I can just about do anything that those magic characters can do. It’s uh.. kind of an unconventional brand of magic, I’ll admit.” Long story there.  

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@bloodisfuel​​

Wilder has never seen a robot in his life. His world didn’t have those, much less televisions, cars, or even phones. When he looks at V1, Wilder thinks of the tin man from a certain fairytale. Just... fancier. Sturdier? Wilder doesn’t know his metals, however, aside from the fact that when it starts raining suddenly, he’s reminded of all the metal accessories that have rusted from traversing through heavy rain and steep waters. 

And then he begins to worry.

Firstly, he worries about himself, and the metal accessories he’s currently wearing. It’s a habit to be selfish. But secondly, he also worries about the robot, and wonders if it, too, might rust beneath the rainclouds. Wasn’t that the tin man’s problem? 

“Feel pretty good about myself for lugging this thing with me all day..” Wilder speaks up whilst opening his umbrella. “Here, d’you wanna get under this with me? It’s big.” He looks up. “..Enough?” 

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@anghexescu

“Sorry, I’ve just been going door-to-door. Do you, like, got any errands you need run, or...” 

“I figured if I was given a reason to run around the city, I’d learn my way around it a whole lot quicker..” And mostly, he’s asking because he needs something to do. Desperately. He’s already spent far too long in his bedroom, not doing anything, not meeting people, not learning more about his situation...until finally he got sick of nothing, of himself for indulging in it.

He could have started by asking this very question to his roommates, but he didn’t want either of them to get too comfortable with the idea of him doing their chores for absolutely no reason, so he opted for visiting entirely random houses instead. At least if things turned sour, he didn’t have to worry about them EVER again. You know, as long as he doesn’t run into them in public! Haha!

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@dokukaku

“You see, I climbed here to help that cat, but now I’m the one who needs help!!”

It’s an embarrassing situation to be in, really. Impulsivity can do that to a man. When climbing this tree originally, he didn’t once stop to think a rational thought like, what if I can’t get down? And that’s because he’s never had to. His magic made safe landings for him, no matter the height he fell from. But in the heat of the moment, Wilder had forgotten that he was currently without the very thing he depended on in his day-to-day life. Hence, why he’s in this pickle, cat in tow.

Thankfully, after 30-something minutes of waiting, and overthinking, and feeling overall pessimistic about his situation, a stranger happens by. He called out for the stranger’s attention, and is now hoping that this stranger is kind enough to offer a solution. For the cat’s sake, if nothing else.

He’s pretty high up. 

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@chuchelo​ said: ❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞ AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN SENTENCE STARTERS! 🍂🍁🎃 [NOT ACCEPTING]

The costume? No, the costume was beyond ugly. The only reason he had been staring at it for so long is because of an aspect of the costume. . . 

You see, this costume — this flashy, over-accessorized vampire getup that looked to have more patterns than granny’s homemade quilt—it had this cape. And whoever designed this costume, bless their heart, they were onto something with that cape. The rest of the design? Their vision got lost in it. It was foul, the way the eye didn’t know what to focus on. You couldn’t possibly pay Wilder to wear it. But the cape... with the rose-patterned lining, reflective and mosaic, this witch wanted that cape. Not even for Halloween. He wanted to wear that cape on a daily basis, in the name of fashion. So all this time he’d been standing there, looking as if he was admiring the costume but unsure how he’d look in it, in actuality Wilder had been contemplating whether or not he should splurge on a single costume solely for a stylish winter cape.  

When somebody finally speaks up about it, it alarms him out of his trance. “Oh. Ah...” He has to clear his throat, explain himself now, which is a pain. Wait a sec-! Does this person THINK he should wear the whole thing!? 

“You don’t think it’s a bit, um...” He pulls the costume off its rack, to show to the other man. “Like if I wore this, do I really become a vampire or do I become a young dad whose kid dressed him up like the wacky villainous “vampire” from their favorite cartoon?” 

It’s funny, actually, that he complains because Wilder already looks like somebody who’s dressed for Halloween. Or at the very least, some kind of convention. He’s ridiculously over-accessorized. Pretentiously, even. Has his own cape and accessories for that cape! 

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warares​:

 “Too much of excess, can lead to a life of a sloth.” 

He remarks, but reminds himself to only get one thing, perhaps one thing only. he knows about calories and nutrition, but for a human to know of it in exact terms is something he finds surprising. But than again the knowledge of the gods that was meant for humans is wide spread now, so he suppose this city is something beloved by whatever created it. 

He hunkers down, a bit taller than the door itself. being a god meant better physical attributes, so of course he towers over most things. 

 And than he spies it. 

 “And what is, that?” 

He points to a green cake. 

Wilder listens and nods along, all in agreement for what this stranger’s saying. The way he words it, it sounds like it could be a moral he pulled straight out of a fable. He loves that. “You got it. And it’s all too easy to fall into the habit, too.” 

His eyes idly wander about the selection of cakes as a means of looking busy as he rambles away. Habit. “‘Course, I don’t get to craving it too bad these days, the way I’ve adjusted my diet to be without it. I guarantee you just one slice of cake is gonna have my stomach torn up by the time I’m back in my apartment.” 

Wilder takes a step toward the display counter, squinting at the pastry his attention had been redirected to. “Let’s see.. that one is....” is.. “Shoot, it’s green. This one should be easy. A cake walk, one would say.” Ugh.

He straightens himself out, looks overhead so that he can scan the menu. “Looks like... matcha?” He gives the cake a double-take. “Yeah, it HAS to be green tea. 'Cause my other guess was gonna be spinach.” 

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fcxrcin​:

“Mm! That’s actually does come to a surprise, but I guess it makes sense. ESPECIALLY in a world like this one, huh?” After all she’s heard of a world with ninjas and only ninjas or a world where only demons existed. Her world, she’s sure would come off strange sounding to someone else. 

“I take it it’s happened several times before?” Her question follows with a giggle and then, “here…I guess people can be weak against a sword, magic, or whatever else you have up your sleeves.” when she punches, oh, that punch packs a…PUNCH.  But she was also someone that relied on her own magic. Her blue flames always got the job done. 

“SO! What would you like to learn Wilder?” 

“Well..” When she thrusts a fist at the air, Wilder leans back with a wide-eyed, yet thoughtful expression. Not that the fist was anywhere close to reaching him. He just.. y’know, reflexes.

“What do you usually do with the folks that come in and don’t got a clue about what they’re doing?” Though perhaps that wasn’t the right way of wording it.. Wilder’s been in his fair share of fights, but whether or not they counted as a proper technique was up for debate. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if his fighting style counted as respectful. 

“How about you run the basics by me and see how fast it takes me to catch on? If I’m real bad at it, then you know what to teach me.”

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@radiant-rondo

“Ah, are we neighbors?”

Well, well, well. What are the chances of Wilder trying to unlock his apartment door at the same time as his neighbor? Though he’d be perfectly content with enduring the awkward silence for long enough to get his own door open, Wilder figures that maybe he should at least try to make friendly with the folks he would most likely be seeing a lot of. You know, like the neighbors!

“Nice to meetcha! I’m the newest addition to this apartment.” He points his thumb at Apartment 308′s front door. "I'm..uh, guessing the last person found their own place? But yeah." Though it'd be kinder of him to make eye-contact, he was distracted by something else. The single lock of green ombré in her ahoge and no-place else. Why? "I'm loving your highlights."

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warares​:

Gods once they choose a form, stay in that form. in that way they are static beings who can’t age, who can’t change unless willing to. Shapeshifters the lot of them, but influenced by humans and what they are worshiped as. 

he finds this form convenient too. 

 “…I don’t know what to get.” 

His voice is remarkably unsure for a man of his stature, because he is like two heads taller than the normal man. 

 “I don’t know any of these ingredients.”

❝ Ah. I get it. Not used to none of this, are ya’? ❞

He just goes ahead and holds the door open for the tall stranger. Get in here. Maybe duck on your way in.  

❝ Hey, it’s cool. Sure the employees know to expect that reaction by now, so you can just ask ‘em what they put in everything. ❞

Oh great! He’s rambling on his way inside! Fortunately (and perhaps unfortunately for the man having to listen to him) this was one of the topics Wilder knew how to talk about.

❝ But for the most part you can just ask me and I'll tell you. Most of what you see here, at a bakery, is gonna be comfort food. As in, it'll fill you up because it’s food, but none of it’s exactly what I’d call healthy. So careful not to eat it in excess--all that sugar will make a man lazy. ❞

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Ares knows the realm of mortals is short and dangerous. Yet this city … only proved his point, but war. War never changes much does it? HIs own eyes though see’s hidden violence through the cracks of peace, everywhere, there is conflict that only humans could think of. 

 His eyes stray from a alley way , walking and moving on to other places. 

 He stops at a place that signifies bread. Bakery. the cakes , look rich. 

 His stomach rumbles slightly, signifying him that he hasn’t eaten since he arrived here. Yesterday. 

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Wilder normally wasn't one for sweets. Or baked goods, for that matter. Carbs. But in moments of distress, when unknown circumstances forced him out of his world and into a new one, he was known to make exceptions.

He pulls opens the door, but hesitates just short of getting both feet inside. There's a man just a couple feet away from him, staring at the bakery like it had some kind of hidden message painted along the walls.

❝Are.. you coming in?❞ Because, like, he didn't want to close the door on him. ❝Smells good.❞

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" HI! I just need you to pretend that you know me!"

❝ Eric, my man!!! ❞

Wilder's heart was beating a mile a minute. Who the hell was this guy!? Was he in some kind of bad company!? Did he put a target on Wilder's back just by approaching him!? Damn, why now? Why not when he actually had the magic to do something about it!? Better yet, WHY EVER!? Bug someone else!!!

Unfortunately, the Good Samaritan in him operates the brain. Wilder drapes an arm across the stranger's shoulder, pulling him into a friendly side-hug.

❝ Well I'll be damned. You're in this world, too!? You should've found me sooner, back when I had the pocket change to take you out for lunch. Say, how's Ariel? ❞

One can only pray that whoever Gabriel's trying to get away from doesn't know their fairytales.

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fcxrcin​:

“The Mistwood is pretty nice and quiet, but also…” She’s looking out the nearby window, “it can also be dangerous so be careful while you’re exploring.” 

He’s cute in the way he stands there, awkward. “Maybe it is!” She says with a laugh, “I’m glad to see you here, Wilder!” She’ll beckon for Wilder to come in further instead of just standing by the entrance. 

“I do! I actually opened this place up not too long ago.” She places the towel beside her water bottle, tails swaying slow and steady, then she turns to face him, “You’ve never been in a Dojang before, have you?”

Dangerous woods. Surprise, surprise. Wilder chuckles in acknowledgement to her warning, embarrassed by how clueless he is about all this. At least she isn’t scolding him for being careless. He appreciates that.

When she beckons him forward, he cooperates. 

❝  Ah. Yeah, it is. I make it obvious, don’t I? Didn’t have anything like this in the town I grew up in. Is that surprising? All of them were pretty dedicated to their magic. Think the philosophy there was, ‘why throw punches when you can get the earth around you to inflict twice the damage in half the time it’d take you to rush into the danger zone and hurl a fist at someone who, by the way, may or may not even feel it.’ ❞  He says that last part with a sarcastic roll of his eyes, as though to imply he’s heard it a hundred times before.