Species: Shadow Blooded Wytch
Full Name: Noah Carstairs
Birthday & Age: October 2nd, 1989 / 29
Occupation: Freelance Sculptor & High Priest of Church of Night
Neighborhood: Forest Living, 1 bed 1½ bath cabin - lives alone.
Residency Status: Born & Raised in Deadwood
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
+ loyal,creative, resourceful, &protective
- self depreciative, critical, manipulative, & impulsive.
most wytches are in fact born wytches. this is a genetical gift that is passed down through generations, however, not every family member receives the gift. while some think that wytches are a symbol of dark magic - but that is not always the case. wytches have a choice, while dark magic does exist - it is not something a wytch needs to perform. dark magic can be extremely dangerous and life threatening and is quite difficult to control. wytches are by all accounts human, they just possess a special supernatural ability. this ability starts to manifest itself around the age of 12, though sometimes sooner - and in others, it happens later. though wytches are considered to be ultimately powerful - they did, in fact, create vaympires and weyrwolves… though this was through the use of dark magic.
there was rage, and there was anger, and there was everything that a child should never be exposed to. the first eight years of his life are remembered to him as messy, as dark, as angry and unfair. he looked at other children with smiling bright faces, who held their parents hands when they walked down the street, and he remembers the jealousy. he remembers wanting to hold his father’s hand but being too afraid. he remembers the gentle humming of his mother’s voice when she washed the dishes, but these things were all still tainted with fear. all he wanted to do was to protect his mother from his father, from his voice, from his hand, from his anger, but he was just a child, and who could he protect?
he always remembered being jealous. when his brother was born, it was like his parents had become entirely new people. like the devil had momentarily vanished from their household and something, someone had graced their house with love and light. all of the rage, the chaotic dynamics of the household were suddenly gone, and it almost felt extremely unnatural. but, unfortunately for noah, the devil always comes back.
despite the odd loss he felt when his parents weren’t screaming at eachother, he was somewhat thankful. and despite the jealousy that welled in the pit of his stomach when he thought of his brother never having to endure the same rage, there was always the strong instinct to protect. if his brother fell and scraped his knee, he wanted to be the first to come to his rescue. if he was crying, he wanted to be the first to wipe his tears. he knew that the younger would never be able to count on their parents, and he always wanted to be his confidant. he wanted to be the good big brother. noah wanted to give him what he always wanted, what he always yearned for.
as he tried his best to shield his brother from the growing chaos around them, his jealousy subdued. he never felt it entirely dissipate though, but it was always overshadowed by the lingering voice of protect in the back of his head. though, it seemed that jealousy was useless. ‘It’ll get better,’ his mother said, her hand gentle on his cheek, ‘things will be better. I promise.’ unfortunately for him, and for his brother, the Carstairs were never happy people. they never kept their promises.
the church of night is a name too familiar in his mouth, it tasted bitter and stung like venom. hail satan, hail lucifer; every time their name was spoken his insides burned hot. he knew his brother felt it as well, but he never wanted to bring it up in fear that it made him weak. he was supposed to be the one to protect his brother from this, to keep him away from the coven, but some things are just not meant to be. if it burned within him, it burned within him, and there was nothing he could do about that.
as he grew, he practiced his magic day in and day out. he never broke out of his routine. there would be days where he would lock himself in his room and practice, study, practice, study. and as always, always, always, he would protect. himself, his brother, his mother. when their parents’ relationship began to fall apart again, it came time for him to sign the scroll. he can’t quite put a name to the emotions he had felt when he wrote his name across the papers, noah carstairs,
noah carstairs was pledging his allegiance to the princes, who would have thought? he signed in the book of satan, he supposed that the opposition called to him. his brother was just 8 years old, did he know that he would have to do this too? that he had no choice? that this was how they were to live? who could ever protect him from this? noah had nobody to protect him. as of the last loop on the last s in his surname, he was too far gone. there was no returning from this.
as the years flew by, he watched the both of them descend into something akin to madness, but not quite. his protective grip over his brother vanished, and all of his efforts had suddenly amounted to nothing the night he signed his own eternal binding. noah was twenty-four then, and he had been gone for quite some time. his life in the church of night had never really settled into his awareness until that night, until he watched it all happen, until it was done. yes, there was still the two of them, and no, they were not alone. but nothing would ever be the same, and noah could no longer shield his eyes from the realities of the church around him.
high priest was not as high as anybody had ever thought it was. he knew from his second summons that he was destined for doom. those in the church around him told him he was to be great, but none of this ever felt great. nothing in his life had ever felt great. as he watched his brother fall out of his hands, and as his morals began to crumble around him, he felt rage. when he led the second summons, he felt rage. when he became everything that ruined him, he felt rage.
rage, he thought, would always be present in his life.
✗ JASON CARSTAIRS - oh, where to begin. jason had been a beacon of hope. simple. the days following his birth were the happiest he had ever seen their family be. years as a single child exposed him to outbursts of rage his parents had failed to conceal him from. his mother, always the softer hand, promised him things would be different. jason was different. but the carstairs were never one to follow through with their words, their promises.
✗ CHURCH OF NIGHT - he’s a direct but unknowing descendant of the wytch who made the deal with lucifer to dispose of the supreme title, hurtling the wytch community into an empty abyss. they did not ask for this life. he along with his brother did not ask to give up a piece of their humanity. but the sacrifice has been made and now he must forge the present as the newly appointed high priest after the death of it’s former priestess. he wants to usher change to the coven, refine it’s many taboo traditions, and find a shred of light to bring hope. years of traditions and culture cannot be altered so easily, so the wytch has his hands full. Will he bite the hand that feeds me?
✗ PHI PHI OMEGA SORORITY - the blood court has advised him to send countless representatives to check out the growing and new coven disguised as a sorority over the past few months. he has met the president a few times, impressed by her work ethic. but the court refuses to believe the coven has the right tools to service and not expose them to the mundane. he knows of what happens to covens who oppose the church and he’s finding him in the middle of this politic war between wytches. he will not alarm the sorority sisters yet, not wanting to cause any further hysteria.
His face claim is JAKE GYLLENHAAL and he’s played by MISHA.
