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Nathaniel Beaumont / Warlock dependent blog for Hollowayhqs

[hollowayhqs]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Nathaniel Beaumont

Age:  28

Gender: cis-male

Pronouns:  he /him

Species: witch

Face claim: Josha Stradowski

Character Occupation:  bartender at the Midnight Mistress

Neighbourhood of residence: The Manors

Affiliation: The Soul Trader

Length of stay in Holloway:  3 months

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

Nathaniel, Nate by his few and scattered friends, was born into a powerful witch coven in the small town of Thornhill, Great Britain. His early life consisted of two things: great magical power rooted in his talent, and the many rules of the coven. He came in conflict with later over and over again until he finally decided that the coven could neither teach him enough magic to satisfy his thirst nor help him grow into the man he thought himself destined to be. At the age of 13 Nate had a falling out with his family that caused him to leave his hometown and his people behind. He spend years of his life homeless and travelling around, lonely and lost. He carries the scars of that time still.

Nate's magic, once powerful and strong, dwindled as he used it more and more for the darker arts, loosing parts of his soul in the process. He finally washed up, confused and angry, at the door of the Soul Trader – a person he had heard nothing but whispers about. And the Trader could give him exactly what he needed: A way to use his magic and his power without giving up more of his own soul. Nathaniel had become bitter and not forgotten the time where his magic had still been his one and only talent, so he was more than eager to accept the offer, not even caring about the price. He has been a puppet of the Trader ever since, but he never acknowledges that.

Ahead of his leader Nate has come to Holloway, hearing that the veil here has weakened. He is experimenting with strange and twisted magic, drawing from and feeding on the veil, to save his own soul. For no matter how high the price of it, he is too dependend on his dark magic to say goodbye to it. Not after all this years.

He has worked at the Midnight Mistress, able to keep a low profile and stay out of town business for months, flying under the radar of the covens and the council. But at the night of the Investigation Nate was in the woods, again lost in his magic. This time the spell went wrong, darkness backfiring. He might be unable to hide how far gone he is now.

[vcmpvr]

Since returning to town, the vampire found herself retracing her steps. Memories washed over her, memories formed from viewing afar. Even now, as she walks towards the lake, she can still see them. Her grandchildren and great grandchildren, running on the same soil she walks on. It brought a smile and if she had been human, Cecilia was sure her heart would ache.

Senses dulled from the sun, she was unable to pick up anyone that may be around her. Not entirely safe, nor smart. But she did see a slight figure from between the trees. And soon lost her own cover when she was noticed. Coming out from the thick branches of trees, Cecilia glanced over the stranger. "Just me." She kept her distance, sized the other up before walking towards the water. Still keeping a considered amount of space between them. "Didn't mean to creep up on you, I was lost in thought."

[natexbeaumont]

Lost in thought... Something he found himself in way too often these days. Nate did not remember the last time he had walked through life with a purpose, maybe in the early days before his magic had been corrupted - No, he had always been somehow drifting upon the current, unable to decide on a direction of his own. So when the stranger kept her distance he did not question, nor did he step closer himself. Instead, he simply buried his hands in his pockets and found himself nodding. "Yes, it is a good day for that, is it not? Wandering around aimlessly. following thoughts instead of routes."

His magic leaped forward, but he kept it at bay with a deep breath, even managing to smile at her. "I have to admit I am new to town, so I decided it would be best to explore the surroundings before I get myself lost in these woods.", he mentioned towards the trees from which she had just emerged. "Any trail recommendations?"

[missxpip]

Piper had found herself going out early. She enjoyed the sun on her skin and the relaxing energy when there was little people out there. She loved nature, she always had. She could feel the way the magic lingered. She stepped closer, taking a deep breath. The smell of the calm water inviting.

"It's Piper," she replied quickly, holding up the light in her own hand. "Relax."

[natexbeaumont]

Picking up the energy of another witch, being so close to one without ill intent... It was something Nate hadn't really done since leaving his own coven. For him mistrust was the natural reaction to such a situation. Yet he tried his best to relax his shoulders, forced his features into a smile. The last thing he wanted was to get in trouble outside of town again.

"I am sorry", he held up his own hands, making sure she knew he was not going to do anything sketchy, "It's just been a couple of weird days. And with everything that happened out here..." He motioned towards the woods, taking a step to the side to block her view from the water where the last bit of his spell was slowly dissolving. "It is nice to meet you, Piper. I am Nate", he held out a hand for her to shake.

[natexbeaumont]

Location: The Lake @hollowstarters

The gentle waves of the lake rolled to shore as he watched the water devour every drop of black ink, making it swirl and twist. Yet no message formed, no reply from the Trader. His question remained unanswered, his call for help unheard. Nathaniel closed his eyes, took a deep breath as the spell simply disappeared in thin air. He was about to give up for the day when he heard a noise behind him, footsteps on the gravel shore.

"Who's there?", he called out and slowly turned towards the person, his magic raising its ugly head in anticipation.

[ariaxblackwood]

Location: The Holloway Clinic

Aria stood at the nurses station, her hands gently clasping a steaming cup of coffee, its aroma mingling with the sterile scent of antiseptic. Fluorescent lights overhead cast a clinical glow on the bustling ward. It was another busy shift, but Aria had grown accustomed to the rhythm of the clinic, finding solace in the routine chaos.

As she took a sip of her coffee, the intercom crackled to life, announcing a patient in room 214. Aria's eyes flickered wit curiosity, wondering who she would be attending to this time. With a sense of purpose, she set her cup aside and made her way down the corridor, her white uniform swishing softly with each step.

Upon reaching the room, Aria paused for a moment outside of the door, gathering her thoughts and preparing herself to meet the person on the other side. She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves, before gently pushing open the door and stepping inside.

The room was dimly lit, the pale sunlight casting a hazy glow through partially drawn curtains. A figure lay on the hospital bed, their form obscured by the shadows. Aria approached, her footsteps whisper-soft against the tiled floor.

"Good morning," she greeted warmly, her voice a soothing melody. "My name is Aria, and I'll be your nurse today. How're you feeling?"

[natexbeaumont]

He awoke to blinding sunlight and pain firing the neurons in half his body. Nate blinked. Once, twice. He still had no idea where he was. This was neither the run-down manor house he had to call his home now nor the rough forest floor. The warlock searched his mind, trying to remember what had happened. The woods. The spell... Something must have gone wrong. Terribly wrong. Darkness backfiring, that was just what he had needed.

The door opened and a woman entered he had never before seen in his life, adding to the confusion that fogged his mind already. Nate bit his lip, keeping the magic at bay that was already struggling to break free, to save him.

"My what?", he furrowed his brows, moving into a more upright position. "Wait, this is a hospital?" Just great.

"Do you want an honest answer to that?", with a groan Nate rose up, tossing his legs over the edge of the bed. But even such simple motions made his head light and dizzy. He closed his eyes momentarily as the world began to spin around him and the warlock swallowed a curse that tasted like poison.

"I need to get out of here. Like now. This instance.", he did not wish to be rude to her, she seemed nice and all. But quite frankly his life was on the line. The last thing he wanted, the last thing he needed was for the council to find him in this state, to link what had happened in the forest to him. "You can do that, can't you? Let me out of here?"

[vampedits]

Josha Stradowski in Hoogvliegers, Episode Two “Icarus”

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