~Go with gravity love~

Feliks Aleksandr "Alex" Nikon || Warlock - Gravity Manipulation || 504 looks 25

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Feliks Aleksandr Nikon Eye Color: Dark Violet Hair Style/Color: constant bed head haur/ Dark brown Height: 5'9’’ Clothing Style: Whatever feels comfy that day Best Physical Feature: cock-eyed grin

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: Being as weak as a human/losing Your Guilty Pleasure: he’s a masochist. Hurt em and fuck em all you want (excluding skinning) Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Being rejected Your Ambition for the Future: Become stronger

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Who’s this person again? I should have written their name down so I can properly tell them to suck it or fuck off. What You Think About the Most: learning my magic and how Thera is doing. What You Think About Before Bed: I wonder where Cassie went You Think Your Best Quality Is: My charm

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Both. The more the merrier To be Loved or Respected: Respected. Love doesn’t exist. It never did. Beauty or Brains: Both are good but beauty gets free drinks and lots of ass. Dogs or Cats: Cats. Big cats, little cats, it doesn’t matter they’re more loyal than you think.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: Sometimes. Usually for a good laugh or to get something I want. Believe in Yourself: Of course. I’ve come far from my old self. Believe in Love: Nope. It’s nothing but petty hopes and dreams that can’t come true. People respect you or they don’t. Want Someone: to fuck? Always why not?

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: At the loophole yes. It was a great rush. It was one of my best moments. Done Drugs: Yes, i figured what was the harm in trying a few different things in life? LSD, Shrooms, weed. Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Long ago I tried to be as human as possible. I used my magic but just for shits and giggles when i was alone. I didn’t want to scare my mother away.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Violet Favorite Animal: Black Panther like my Thera. Favorite Movie: Hard to pick just one…Pass! Favorite Game: Tag. With my own twist ~

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: April 13th. I wasn’t born on friday thirteenth, but that would have been interesting. How Old Will You Be: 505. Over half a millenium. Age You Lost Your Virginity: fifteen to a girl and I believe 19 to a man. Does Age Matter: I’m assuming this is a sex question. Yes and no. Yes for little kids and adults. As for anything else? I was hooked on a centuries older guy while I was still in my forties for awhile if that says anything.

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: confident, strong, bold, and sometimes cocky. They could be dominant or not I like it. Best Eye Color: Sky blue. I’ll get lost on those ice rinks called eyes.  Best Hair Color: Light brown and blond and all shades between. Best thing to do With a Partner: drink, fuck, fight.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: nothing. I told you love isn’t real. If I had to pick something or someone I’d say Thera. I feel: like I didn’t hit the jackpot. I AM the jackpot. I hide: my past when I was on the run with my mom. I may give a few details here or there but not much else I like to talk about. I despise thinking about the witch. I miss: Playing with cas. I wanna show off my new tricks. I wish: I was able to make black holes when and where ever I pleased.

[miss-magical-mimi-blog]

Griffin was always telling Mimi not to go wandering in the abandoned parts of the tunnels on her own.  Even so many years after the war, they were unsteady and liable to collapse at any moment.  Knowing you, he’d say, your dumb ass would be the one to trigger a fucking avalanche.

To which Mimi’s reply was usually something along the lines of, Fuck you, you’re not my real Dad, which had the intended effect of disgusting him enough that he’d stop bothering her.  For a while, anyways. 

“Not like I ever listened to him in the first place,” Mimi mumbled to herself with a slight chuckle, letting the flames roll over her fingers as she strode through the dark, stone passageway.  The sound of her footsteps echoed off of the walls as she strode forward with all the confidence of someone who knew they were the only person present.  At least, until she turned the corner and saw a shadowy figure up ahead. 

Mimi stopped in her tracks, tilting her head to the side.  “You know you shouldn’t be wandering around here,” she called out.  “These tunnels could collapse any minute - or at least, so I’m told.”

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

Feliks remembered when these tunnels were buzzing with business. He used to pull pranks on many vendors, and he had made many friends and enemies by doing so. memories of when hid powers were limited to items he touched or touched him flooded his head. He couldn’t tell if he missed those easier happier days or if he was angered at how pathetic he was. A voice called out to him and he turned, relaxing the scowl that was originally on his face. “Then why are you down here?”

[carterrassi-blog]

Calling Carter a hot mess was an understatement. She was fresh off of a 48 hour shift at the infirmary and could hopefully enjoy her next 48 off. She opted to be on call, though, so the chances of that happening were slim. Not to mention, even if she didn’t get called in to work she would probably have to deal with pack business in the meantime. 

Her appearance was less than stellar and she was well aware. She had a nice sized blood stain on her scrubs as well as god knows what in her hair. If it wasn’t for her apparent caffeine withdrawals, she would have stopped home to clean up before getting her fix at Rise & Grind. The best she could do was tie her hair back and spray on some perfume. She didn’t think it would help much considering she was aware that her kind didn’t smell particularly good to others. At least she tried. 

She entered the coffee shop and waved to the person at the counter. “You already know I’ll take the usual.” The usual for Carter was the biggest sized hot coffee they had with two shots of Espresso in it. Heart attack in a cup, but it did the job. She paid the barista and left her a generous tip before turning around to leave. She might have turned too fast and bumped into the person behind her, almost spilling her scalding hot drink if it wasn’t for her enhanced reflexes. She did get a few drops down her arm though and hissed at the burning sensation. “Fucking Christ today.” She grunted what was supposed to be an apology to the other person before grabbing some napkins to wipe her cup.

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

Feliks had a long shift coming up and he didn't particularly want to start it off with drinks quite yet. A coffee sounded so much better. He hadn't been to the Rise and Grind for awhile, but it was the place to go for coffee as far as he could think. He strolled in and maneuvered toward the front counter only to bump into a woman who had already ordered her own cup of bitter energy. Instantly his magic reacted near his skin like a barrier, but he didn't have to worry about a large amount of hot liquid splashing him, only a few drops. They hovered close to him, and he moved so they would drop to the ground. Unfortunately for the woman she had a few bits catch her arm. "You might want to put some cold water on this just in case."

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

"Not this time." He made sure to focus his magic on the dumpster, almost tempted to try crushing it and sending it into a blackhole. That would take far too much effort and he was too far from home to do that. His eyes started to look over the other man, finding something about him alluring yet dangerous. He could hear the faint rumble of Thera's growl in his own mind. She sensed something, but Feliks brushed off the telepathic warning. "I can handle a little knock to the head. I'll tear him a new one if he did any real damage."

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

A sigh of relief left him. What an idiot he was to believe anything other than what was real. He sauntered toward the source of the voice, running his fingers through his hair. “You should really check that front door. It just opened by itself. What’s up with this place?“ He wondered what owning a home would be like. He spent most of his life in hotels or apartments, so a place to really spread his legs and enjoy would be a change, plus Thera would get to lie in their own yard and sunbathe outside rather than by a window.

[rcppled-a]

pullinyouinbaby:

Feliks kept one hand extended toward the dumpster, while the other fidgeted tempted to reach out and find out what exactly this man was. His swift movements screamed supernatural, but when he took a closer look at the man’s eyes, or eye sockets, he was curious. His old self would have asked bluntly and stupidly if the guy was blind. Thankfully Feliks learned to think a little before he spoke (sometimes anyway). “Name’s Feliks. You know where you’re going?”

“Lorenzo,” he replied in a curt yet somewhat polite manner. “I do.” He just stopped for this detour since it was causing a ruckus. Though it might’ve been a normal thing to actually look at the dumpster, Lorenzo just continued to look at the other man. “Are you going to leave the person in there?”

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

The lid bent upward as the prisoner in the dumpster tried getting out, though it was easily remedied with more magic. "He'll just attack me if I let him out. I don't see a reason to let him out until I'm out of his way." The warlock shrugged. "I hope that sounds reasonable." His sideways grin formed, wondering if he'd get a challenge today.

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

He didn't recognize the soft broken voicd until he heard his name. A brow cocked and he looked to the girl....Lucy? The warlock had to think for a moment, his eyes squinting as he remembered. Rabbit shifter, cats, oscar. "Lulu," he smiled, though his joy didn't blossom too much. She knew the old him. The weak part clinging to humanity. His anger and self-hatred was stirred. Why in the world did she have to be here of all places. For so long he was pathetic, and easily succumbed to making friends. He was much different now and he wasn't sure how old connections would work with his new image.

"What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in so long i wasn't sure if you even stayed here after all that happened." Did she know about his mother? He hoped she wouldn't bring it up.

[preminesance-blog]

pullinyouinbaby:

“Maybe if you dance on my bar I’ll put some kisses elsewhere,” he spoke with an ear to ear grin. He loved when people took in his looks. That was something he was blessed with by his bitch of a mother. He knew that was the reason she was chosen to bear Feliks. Her looks were a great help when it came to raising him. Upon giving Gabrielle a look over, his eyes twinkled thinking about the lean dark body up on the poles. “Oh him? Don’t mind him. He’s got a little grudge against me, nothing that I can’t handle. Vampires are such grudge holding angry guys. What are you up to?”

Originally posted by shilohfernandezdaily

The warlock licked his lips at the others comment,“ We will see, maybe next time I will visit your bar.” Gabriele smirked as he noticed the twinkle in Feliks eyes as the man looked at him. “ You’re right..I’ve come in contact with a few before.” He shifted as he rested a hand on his waist, adjusting the bag he was carrying with his dance attire with the other. “ Oh nothing, just on the way home I guess,” he paused as he looked at the man with a mischevious look on his face. “ What about you? You look like a bad boy type..on your way to cause some trouble, maybe?

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

“I was heading home to relax with my little cat Thera.” His familiar whom had met so long ago was most likely waiting at the door. Once she could have been called feliks’ conscience but as he changed so did she. Thera was still protective of him. The “little cat” was silent most days but when she missed feliks he could feel her thoughts for him. “Unless you had other plans don’t be afraid to join me, Gabriele.

[everyonebutmyself-deactivated20]

pullinyouinbaby:

Feliks once was the kind of little boy that didn’t believe in demons, angels, or even ghosts. When he loved his mother, and grew to understand her struggles more he wondered what kind of omnipotent creature would let a woman struggle like she did. As he aged he learned he was an idiot like many others, and he was even more so when he became one of the supernatural. As he took in his surroundings, along with the eerie home, he wondered if ghosts were inhabiting Isolon for just a moment. “Ha, as if, get your shit together Feliks.” Though his words to himself did nothing to comfort him as he stared at the door of the old building. As he stared and internally scolded himself, he felt drawn to the house. It took a solid minute of this before he threw his hands up, “okay! It’s just bullshit and it’s easily provable!” With that he took one look around finding empty streets, and then walked into the old home.

The house was completely dark when he walked in. Immediately to his right, the old kitchen had been remodeled into the house’s gift shop that the Isolon Historical Society had made, complete with charts of tour times and how to donate to the Historical Society. There were books detailing the legends of the so-called Bachelor House and little souvenirs for sale. 

The other rooms of the house were so well-restored that it looked like walking in to a period drama movie. To his left was the parlor, and in the back were the dining room and sitting room, with a creaky staircase leading upstairs. The old window latches were loose, so the wind whistled through the sash making an eerie moaning sound. But amidst those scary noises was another sound, someone sighing. When his ears would pick up on that, Feliks would also hear the sound of feet on the staircase going up. And then, suddenly, a soft glow of light would appear up the stairwell. 

Someone else was here, and they had lit a lamp. 

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

Feliks wasn't usually the one to give two shits about older homes but this one seemed to catch his fancy. It was a place so well kept it made him wonder who lived here when it was first opened. His eyes wandered and his jaw agape in awe, only snapped shut upon hearing footsteps. His attention shifted to the stairs where he noticed a ray of light from some small source. With fists clenched and no idea why, he moved upstairs. "Yo, anyone here? Nice place!" He figured it could be a janitor or a tour guide fixing a room. What else could it possibly be?

[supcrsxnic]

“I can’t quite fathom the reasoning why.” Emery let his finger twirl through the air as he conjured a pretty beautiful whirling whistle that carried over the air. The Loophole; during mid-day, served as a place his dancers and staff could simply get away. And if there wasn’t one thing, Emery would keep this as a small sanctum to all who needed it. He took up the bar and began to swirl several bottles around the counter top and tapping each one, he manipulated the sounds. The small motions sounded as if the strings of a harp were reverberating. “I’m sorry but~” 

Fleeting gazes immediately exchanged for that of the entering individual. While he faced the door, he easily shielded his tail which slowly ascended from it’s bound and belted placement. Slowly, it eased under the counter to secure the sidearm- shaven gems. Perhaps, it was far from a sidearm, but he could easily throw them at the chest and charge them with a very dangerous amount of electricity. And that was to be thankful of his witching mastery. He furrowed a brow, wiping down the counter and continued to pour the glass of tonic water and slide them to his dancer. 

“Can I help you?” He tilted his chin in the individual’s direction so they knew exactly whom was being referenced. Hopefully, this wasn’t going to get messy. The last thing he needed was a mess before the day started. 

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

Feliks was early as usual today. He loved his job, despite playing hooky here and there. As he walked in he tried slinking past his new boss but was quickly caught. Whether the man knew it was Feliks he spoke to or not, he couldn't just scurry behind the bar without the man seeing him. With that he smiled and continued to get to where he needed to be. "I'm good, just getting to work, boss. You look like you're in a good mood today."

[everyonebutmyself-deactivated20]

There was no response, but he may get the feeling he was being watched. It was an old part of town that he walked through, one of the oldest districts in the city, with old groves of trees and old stone buildings. The house he stood in front of seemed especially old, and though it was a historical property owned by the city, and it was after business hours, the door was now slightly ajar.

There was a strange sound on the wind, almost like an indiscernible whisper. Leaves rustled on the ground, and the open door creaked in the wind, almost beckoning.

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

Feliks once was the kind of little boy that didn't believe in demons, angels, or even ghosts. When he loved his mother, and grew to understand her struggles more he wondered what kind of omnipotent creature would let a woman struggle like she did. As he aged he learned he was an idiot like many others, and he was even more so when he became one of the supernatural. As he took in his surroundings, along with the eerie home, he wondered if ghosts were inhabiting Isolon for just a moment. "Ha, as if, get your shit together Feliks." Though his words to himself did nothing to comfort him as he stared at the door of the old building. As he stared and internally scolded himself, he felt drawn to the house. It took a solid minute of this before he threw his hands up, "okay! It's just bullshit and it's easily provable!" With that he took one look around finding empty streets, and then walked into the old home.

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

Feliks kept one hand extended toward the dumpster, while the other fidgeted tempted to reach out and find out what exactly this man was. His swift movements screamed supernatural, but when he took a closer look at the man's eyes, or eye sockets, he was curious. His old self would have asked bluntly and stupidly if the guy was blind. Thankfully Feliks learned to think a little before he spoke (sometimes anyway). "Name's Feliks. You know where you're going?"

[preminesance-blog]

Gabriele smirked, “ Well maybe you should start blowing kisses at me next time..with a side of drinks.” He snickered as he watched as Feliks handled the movement in the trash. “Im Gabriele…but you can call me Gab if you’d like. It is a pleasure meeting you finally Feliks.” the warlock shook the mans hand eyeing him up and down. Feliks was quite a looker and Gabriele was not trying to hide the fact that he was taking in his features. “Do you know that guy by any chance?”

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

"Maybe if you dance on my bar I'll put some kisses elsewhere," he spoke with an ear to ear grin. He loved when people took in his looks. That was something he was blessed with by his bitch of a mother. He knew that was the reason she was chosen to bear Feliks. Her looks were a great help when it came to raising him. Upon giving Gabrielle a look over, his eyes twinkled thinking about the lean dark body up on the poles. "Oh him? Don't mind him. He's got a little grudge against me, nothing that I can't handle. Vampires are such grudge holding angry guys. What are you up to?"

[preminesance-blog]

It was the end of a very good work night, the customers were flowing and so was their money. Gabriele had made quite a good haul from dancing and was very happy with his performance. Usually he would always be one of the last to leave, but tonight he wasted no time in leaving the Loop Hole and making his way home. As he walked along the streets he thought he saw a familiar face, a coworker of his. He was a ways away from the warlock and he did not feel like shouting so he simply picked up his pace in an attempt to catch up with the man.

Getting closer, Gabriele watched as a another man came out of no where. He stood there watching as the man punched his coworker and saw he the man was flung into the trash near by. Gabriele turned with an amused look on his face, “ Oh no not at all…that was a quite impressive attack just now.” He bite his lip in a flirtatious manner as he made his way closer to the man. “ You work at the LoopHole right? I know I’ve seen you around, but I don’t think we’ve ever had an actual conversation.”

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

A purr emanated from his throat as he looked the dancer over. "Well we would talk more often if you weren't onstage and I wasn't blowing drinks and kisses." Out of the corner of his eye the dumpster lid raised so he flicked his hand once more stretching his gravity a ways from him. At the end of the gesture, his hand smoothly extended to shake the coworker's. "You can call me Feliks. Feliks Nikon."

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

Feliks was a new person, at least that was how he felt. His life forever changed so long ago when his mother came to town. She used her dying breath to do nothing but call him a monster. For over forty years he tried to be a good son even when she abandoned him. He never thought about how strange it was that the woman that hated him most in the world would come to just tell him just what he always knew deep down. Instead he embraced his true nature. After all he was the son of a demon. If his own mother couldn't love him who would? The warlock accepted that his only friend was his magic. He not only practiced the same childish routines, he studied, trained, and improved. Through his training though, he found it easy to continue to tease and torment people around him. Some would turn the other cheek, some just took it, and others fought him. Sometimes he had his ass beaten, and sometimes he slaughtered his target.

As he walked home from work a man with whom he had fought with before came and swung at the back of his head. They had an on and off relationship that consisted of trying to get one up on the other. Once the warlock recovered from the initial hit, he let his magic go not caring to deal with the fighting today. His hand dismissed the fighter, gravity shifting hard enough to through him into an alley dumpster, slamming the lid on his head. Feliks, standing on the sidewalk and brushing himself off, looked at a witness to the sudden fight. "Sorry about that. That big bad vampire didn't hurt you did he?"

[thebunnylucy-blog]

The weather must have been too sunny to bring in customers, if they were anything like her, she preferred to read on rainy days, cuddled up with her cat with a hot cocoa. On days like this, she mostly wanted to venture into the woods and shift into her animal form; Ivig Groove that is. Direfield always gave her a rush of dread and anxiety, and the place was often too triggering for her to even venture near the place. 

However, the clock read twenty three minutes past two; the day grudgingly wanting to move forward. The only customer they currently had was one that seemed lost amongst a labyrinth of books, and after ten minutes of watching them struggle to find the ideal story to delve their nose in, she decided to leave the counter and ask if they needed assistance. After all, she loved books and poetry herself and if any of her bookworm knowledge could become of use, she hoped the other could benefit from it. Though she was not an expert by any means, she had yet to read the most of the bookstore as the place could seem endless, and could even seem overwhelming to those unfamiliar with the place. However, she knew her way around the bookstore as well as a librarian.

“You look so lost,” she laughed lightly, “Can I help you?”

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

Feliks always wanted to grow. With his new life, he tried to be a bit more open. Before he was convinced that practice was the only good way to improve his magic. Today he decided magic books could give him a better understanding of how he worked. He knew now he was a son of a demon. He is the son of the lust demon to be correct. That was what he had found as he delved into the darker side of his genes. Looking through the books on the current shelf, he wasn't sure what was the best for him. When someone spoke to him, he didn't bother turning his eyes to the small voice as he answered, though he did turn his body toward her. "I'm looking for books on warlocks, magic, and possibly gravity magic if there is such a thing.

[everyonebutmyself-deactivated20]

The house had stood in Isolon’s old town district for well over 200 years. It was older even when Dorian and his lover inhabited it. By some miracle it had still stood, and now it served as a new historical exhibit owned by the city’s government. Dorian watched, cloaked in the shadows of the beyond, as he saw the house lovingly restored to a glorified version of his own time when he lived there. 

He had some qualms with the decor. Namely that they had more money to spend and therefore it looked much richer than he was when he was alive. Still, he liked it, and the bedspread was the same color, he remembered, as when he had slept in it. He would sit on the bed as tour groups were called by and told the gruesome tale of the Bachelor House, the story of his own death. 

That, he supposed, was the only bad part, having the story of how he died recounted again and again and again by some frizzy-haired tour guide in an ill-fitting blazer. How a Lamia snuck up upon the lover of her enemy and stabbed him in the back, slitting his throat and letting him bleed out on the floor. How that phoenix who had his lover killed then went on a bitter rampage, prompting the city’s first rash of Lamia killings, another historical event that felt so obscure as time marched on. 

As the sun set, and the frizzy-haired woman locked up the house and left, he felt more free to manifest himself physically. With many years of practice he was able to walk out of the house, and walk up and down the street. He was doing just that when he felt someone walking up behind him. Invisible, he turned to see who it was, knowing that his presence would cause a telltale shiver of cold air around the living. 

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

Strolling down the street Feliks knew he needed to get to work but he decided to ignore the responsibility. Why would he need to bother? The tips that rolled in on one shift lasted him last the whole week. Rent was paid, utilities paid, phone, insurance, car, everything was ahead and he had no worries if he took a day to play around. As he was headed for the forest he paused feeling a chill slither down his spine. Glancing around at his surroundings, he saw nothing, but he was not one to take many chances that someone was watching him. He had no problem making enemies while he grew his abilities. The gravity around him pressed down and if anyone was there they would feel it. "Anyone there?"