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Roan Wayland | Witch | Remington coven | Closed for Vievecor City RP

[roan-wayland]

"Oh, the misery, everybody wants to be my enemy."

Roan Wayland came to Vievecor City some five years ago. To most people, the 100-year old witch is just a magical combat teacher at Remington Tower, helping anyone who wants to feel safer in the city. The reclusive witch is hard to get to know, he is a master of hiding his thoughts and feelings with good manners and magic. And so the question remains, does anyone really know Roan Wayland? Read bio...

"I swear I'll never be a saint"

Current threads:

The green dragon | Eiji Remington Spelled in ink | Max Tybalt Limited | Matthew Alexander

Story arc:

Demon slayer

[roan-wayland]

Character update

Roan is leaving VC after being exposed to the supernatural Council as an Artemis follower

During a confrontation Roan shot Matthew with the magically enhanced revolver

The revolver has now been left to Eun-ji for safekeeping and use in emergencies

[roan-wayland]

"I'm not easily irked," Roan said with an amused huff, "If you can put the runes down on my chest where I can see them, that's what I'd prefer." He was grateful that Max felt comfortable with the option. The rune work was intricate and it was important to get the magic formula right, and he needed to know if the tattoo was ever damaged.

The spell would make him untraceable by vampires and most witches. Of course, the biggest threat was impossible to hide from - a demon. But for now, he had avoided getting himself in trouble with any of those. At this point in time, his connection to Artemis was still a secret, but he had a feeling that would soon change. Ever since he had shot the two vampires he had been worried about being tracked down, and the tattoo would ease some of that worry. For the worst case scenario, when someone became determined enough and still tracked him down, he had to rely on the revolver.

"Aye, I expect something like this takes a lot of time. Thank you again for agreeing to do this," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt and settled down in the designated chair. "I'll owe you one."

[gildedxink]

"Well good." Max chuckled they weren't exactly shy, their line of work didn't really allow for that and well there were on more than a few occasions where max had shown a lot during a party or two so being up in Roan's space didn't really bother them. "You got it, just hope you're a back sleeper."

Max finished the prep and getting the stencil preped and ready to go. As soon as Roan was comfy they could get started, there was a abit of a nod and a smile. "Hey, I had the space and honestly needed the break from the painting so you're kinda doing me a solid plus runework is fun." Sitting on the stool they pulled out the tattoo gun and dipped it into the first bit of ink. "There's a remote next to you if you wanna watch something or we can chat or whatever suits your fancy."

"Alright here we go."

[gildedxink]

"I'll take your word for it." They had been a student of Elijah once upon a time but that had not been magic, that had been art. Since then Max's perceptions of the man and all the world around their community. "But not important." They thought for a moment, the placement was important especially with something this size and intricate normally they'd go for the back but with the rune work and it's intended. "Well it might get a little uncomfy for you having me like face to face but I'm thinking your chest. Rune work is always a bit tricky with placement." They finished preping their work space ditching the first set of gloves and moved to the old bookcase that served as a drink bar. Max grabbed him a bottle of cold water, before pouring a heavy glass of whiskey for him and handing him both. "Lets get you comfy in the back room." None of they spellwork was done in the visuals of the public the last door was to her studio and casting space. Its also where they'd done all of Ayumu's tattoos, the mark tattoos and their own. The room was segmented without actual walls. The back half very obviously taken up with some half finished canvases and completed stacks of pieces that ranged in vibes. These in comparrison to the one he'd seen earlier contained the makings of spells hidden in their layers. The left side had a comfy looking chair and all their materials plus some not standard issue gear. Max pushed the little rolly table to one side grabbing a clear second one and setting it beside the chair. "You can set your drinks and phone there. We might need a food break so hope you don't mind delivery Chinese." Max crossed to their casting space full of herbs, florals, stones and oils and a metric shit ton of books. They weren't just a witch in species but they'd come to embrace some of the human traditions of it as well. They grabbed a small piece of somethign and lit it before tossing it into a tray. There was a low mumble and they crossed back over grabbing their little rolly stool.

[roan-wayland]

"I'm not easily irked," Roan said with an amused huff, "If you can put the runes down on my chest where I can see them, that's what I'd prefer." He was grateful that Max felt comfortable with the option. The rune work was intricate and it was important to get the magic formula right, and he needed to know if the tattoo was ever damaged.

The spell would make him untraceable by vampires and most witches. Of course, the biggest threat was impossible to hide from - a demon. But for now, he had avoided getting himself in trouble with any of those. At this point in time, his connection to Artemis was still a secret, but he had a feeling that would soon change. Ever since he had shot the two vampires he had been worried about being tracked down, and the tattoo would ease some of that worry. For the worst case scenario, when someone became determined enough and still tracked him down, he had to rely on the revolver.

"Aye, I expect something like this takes a lot of time. Thank you again for agreeing to do this," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt and settled down in the designated chair. "I'll owe you one."

[matthew-alexander]

"We have kept ourselves hidden and separate from those humans for a reason! The Golden Rule was decided by beings much older than you and became a part of our society before you were even born, Roan," Matthew hissed. "And you think you and those humans have a right to dictate how we live our lives?"

The fallen deity advanced on the witch as Roan backed himself against the table behind him.

"Then so be it," Matthew said as he shoved the ache in his chest aside. "I cannot... No. Not after what you did to us, to the Hereafter. You are no friend of mine. And seeing as how you've lied to me all this time, it is clear that we never were."

The fallen deity gritted his teeth and raised his hand to command the shadows in the room to surround Roan with the intent to hurt!

[roan-wayland]

"Bold words, Matthew, when it's you and your council that have dictated our lives all this time. You keep yourselves hidden as long as it suits you, but when the hunger for a soul grows too strong you don't hesitate to make yourselves known," Roan retorted through gritted teeth, the anger finally breaking all his inner barriers.

"Stop!" The revolver was in his hand, the barrel poised at Matthew's chest. Roan was breathing heavily, blood pumping fast with anger and fear. He had been afraid that this would happen, that he would have to face Matt and would be left with this choice. In the end, there wasn't much of a choice when the shadows were moments away from breaking through his barriers, black claws going for his skin, bones, and soul. It wasn't likely that the demon would let him go, even under the threat of the gun, because he likely didn't know its power the way that Roan did. The revolver buzzed with white magic as if it had a mind of its own and knew that a foe was standing right in front of it, and just like Roan, it knew he had to fire the shot. "I'm sorry, old friend," he said, voice full of regret, and pressed the trigger.

[matthew-alexander]

"Your side?" Matthew looked appalled at that before reiterating. "You're one of us, Roan! At least I thought you were." A brief flash of pain crossed the fallen deity's face.

"It was me, was it?" the fallen deity returned. And on any normal day, Matthew might have been flattered that Roan held him in such high regard had he cared more about humans. But Roan was most certainly not human, even if a small part of Matthew still cared for him. "And I thought you were my friend, but it's clear that we see things very differently..." And Matthew did not have many of those.

"Humans are weak, insignificant beings," he said, steeling himself against that small part that cared and another part inside him had been hurt over and over when he tried to become human before his fall.

"If I could have it my way, they would remain crushed under our boot forever." Matthew growled, his flexing fingers causing the shadows in the room to pulse and tendrils of darkness to swirl around the witch.

[roan-wayland]

Once again, Roan held back the first words that came to his mind, and only shook his head. This time it was only because he saw the pain in Matthew's eyes. He felt that pain too as an invisible line seemed to be drawn between them. "You still don't understand... There shouldn't be any sides," he said with a dull force behind each word, "But as long as we keep insisting on dividing ourselves based on power, I will side with those who have less." He had lost too much to ever take the side of demons, but he had truly hoped that it could one day be different, that no witch or human would ever fear losing their soul.

"Clearly," Roan echoed, his lips twitching involuntarily at the realisation that their friendship was crumbling as the line between them tore open an abyss. One step back.

"If you truly. Believe. That," he said slowly, each word punctuated with anger, and his eyes filling over with sorrow, "Then we have nothing in common. And I was wrong to think any different." One more step and his lower back pressed against the table where the revolver was placed. "So what now, Matthew? We part ways as old friends or-?" he left the question hanging. With the dark magic swirling closer around him there was no doubt what he wanted to ask -- enemies?

[cinematv]

LUTHER (2010 - 2019)

[matthew-alexander]

"Cleaning up, hm?" Matthew retorted. "And you're all done, are you? How can you be sure?" he questioned because he could not find it in himself to trust his 'friend' at the moment.

"There are so many humans and you human sympathisers out there, how can you be for certain that this isn't going to happen again just because you want something?" the fallen deity sneered as he took steps closer towards the witch.

"You are a supernatural, Roan, of have you forgotten where your allegiances should lie? Forgotten to the point where you'd brush away our deaths so easily?" The supernaturals were age old species, older than even humans themselves and a part of Matthew was irked to hear Roan sound like they were merely collateral.

[roan-wayland]

Roan's eyes narrowed at Matthew's distrust. Normally, he would have shown understanding, and perhaps he would even have agreed with the other that the organisation Artemis had built up could never be trusted, they were too many and too unpredictable. But as it was now, the situation had gotten under Roan's skin and he simply couldn't find it in himself to sympathise with the demon. "I guess you're finally starting to see our side of things. Not a nice feeling, is it? Feeling powerless."

It took all of Roan's will-power not to back away when Matt stepped closer, but his mind went to the revolver that lay just two steps behind the witch. "I haven't forgotten, because I've never believed in that. I've never considered us witches to be so different from humans. All I've ever wanted to achieve was safety and equality between all species. You were the one who convinced me that even demons could be included in that understanding... Are you saying I was wrong?" Wrong about you?

[eijiremington]

Eiji glanced down and examined the gun without touching it. He wondered how his father would feel knowing that someone under his own coven was having this conversation. “So, you’re just out here using your magic for the greater good?” He asked him. It wasn’t as though he had a hatred for all witches in general, it just so happened that most of them seemed to only use their magic for their own benefit, and more often than not magic that seemed to hold no regard towards humans. Whatever his views, the man had seemed almost sad when he had extended the gun. Like whatever he felt, he didn’t feel much pride in it. “Why did you align yourself with Artemis?” Eiji asked curiously.

“It’s safe. Not much happens here. If anyone comes looking, all they’ll find is a tiny human pub, with human patrons who are only interested in watching sports and drinking ale and a bar manager who would rather drink in the basement while doing a stock take than show any interest at all in politics.” Eiji pushed a smile he didn’t mean. Was he reassuring himself? Maybe. Though lately perhaps he wished something would happen instead of the dull silence that had become his life.

He turned his head when the bird cawed at him and huffed softly in response. “Patrick. How dignified.” Eiji responded, “Have you had your little friend for long?” He asked. Familiars were just another one of those things Eiji had grown up alongside. At one point the idea of that constant company and protection had seemed comforting but over time it had just become another reminder of something he wasn’t going to experience.

[roan-wayland]

"That was my aim... If anything can actually be defined as the 'greater good'." The comment from Jacob brought a small, uncertain smile to Roan's lips. It was the first time anyone had showed anything like appreciation for what Roan was doing. One of the reasons for that was of course that Roan didn't go around boasting openly about his work in the shadows, but he had also mostly surrounded himself with people who would not and did not agree with his methods.

"Artemis is... A means to an end," he said truthfully after some thought. "I believe in protecting humanity against the threat of the supernatural. So does Artemis. So I try to provide aide to the cause." Then he didn't agree with all of Artemis, and at times it was clear how divided the ideas of their end-goal was, but for now he considered himself an ally. "What about you?"

Roan nodded at the reassurance that the place was safe, but still picked up the gun and put it back into the holster. "I appreciate it. Still, it's probably best you don't know too much about the gun. It's enough to know that Artemis now has a weapon against demons and vampires, the biggest threat to our safety."

He looked at Patrick with a loving gaze, still stroking gently over his feathers. "He's been my familiar and constant companion for over ten years. He always has my back." The raven cawed in agreement, his intelligent eyes moving from Roan to Jacob. "Ravens are incredible creatures. They can form bonds of attachments to humans, and even learn to speak to us in our own tongue."

[matthew-alexander]

"I would've dropped in on you earlier, friend, but I was dealing with the mess that you and the rest of your Artemis cronies have left us in," Matthew replied, words dripping with venom as he took in that look on Roan's face. Was that worry or regret? Matthew could not find it in himself to care.

"City-wide---!" Matthew cut the words off with a growl. Of course Roan would have been involved in those attacks, the same ones that saw the Hereafter being so horrendously destroyed and the same ones that left Matthew in a terrible state of fear and despair. Roan would have known how affected Matthew would've been, but it was clear that did not matter.

"How many of us did you intend to... Do you intend to attack until you and your new friends are satisfied?" Because Matthew did not trust Artemis to keep to their end of the deal terms. He could not trust them. "And now you're also trying to collar us?" The shadows around the fallen deity pulsed dangerously, once again betraying his anger.

[roan-wayland]

The mess? Roan huffed, but held back the words of derision that begged to be spoken. Artemis was finally offering a deal, bringing some order to the chaos of attacks and hunts that had plagued all of VC for so long, but even then Matt couldn't find it in himself to acknowledge that. Slowly, the regret in Roan was being overshadowed by resentment. "I'd say Artemis is finally cleaning up a bit," he finally replied in quiet defiance.

Roan could see how upset Matt was to find out about his friend's connection to all of this. He had to tread carefully, knowing the power of the demon, but at the same time he felt the injustice in Matt's accusations. "No," he frowned, "I'm- we're done with the attacks. As long as the new rules are followed there won't be any need for more violence." The dark magic in the room made Roan's skin crawl, and once again his resentment grew. "Those attacks went too far, I'm not denying that. I never wanted that destruction, those lives lost... But the ends, in this case, justified the means."

[matthew-alexander]

limited | roan & matthew

for: @roan-wayland location: roan's workshop

Matthew had been mulling about when he would confront the witch ever since it had been revealed that Roan was the one who led the negotiations on behalf of Artemis. The fallen deity considered Roan a friend, one of the very few he had, but it was clear that they were not. Not when he did not know anything about this side of him.

He tracked Roan to his workshop that day, the tracking spell that was hiding the witch's presence from him was easily bypassed by a being as old as Matthew, and he approached the building before disappearing into a shadow portal to get inside.

"Wayland," Matthew said, voice low and dangerous as he stepped out of the darkness in Roan's workshop. "I'm surprised that no one else has thought to seek you out yet. That or you're exceptionally good at keeping yourself hidden..."

[roan-wayland]

Before it had been revealed to the council that Roan was allied with Artmeis, the witch had cleared out his apartment, his office in Remington Tower, and cut off most of his ties with that life before disappearing underground. The one place he hadn't had time to take care of was his workshop, but few people knew about its existence, so he took the chance and returned to it. It was hard work, keeping hidden, but he had his barriers, his protective tattoo, and the Artemis network to aide him.

He'd left Patrick outside the building to keep watch while he rummaged through his workshop, collecting magical artifacts and projects he was working on. When Matthew appeared out of the shadows, he was still taken by surprise, as the poor raven had barely any time to knock his warning on the window before the demon teleported inside.

"Damn it, Matthew," Roan groaned and held a hand over his chest, where his heart was still racing from the scare. "I'm surprised it took you this long," he replied, seemingly unmoved by Matt's dark and accusatory tone. His eyes, however, told a different story -- brown orbs swimming with worry and regret. He felt the accusations of Matt's words fester in his soul. "It was never for my sake that I kept this secret from you," he said, feeling the need to explain himself to his old friend who he had now betrayed along with so many others, "There were people that I needed to protect, that I'm still protecting... Otherwise I would have turned myself in after the city-wide attacks."

[gildedxink]

"Still.. but thank you." They appreciated that more than they let on at the moment. They felt another wash of relief over them, something that was welcomed given all the stress currently carried in their spine. At the mention of Elijah's misaligned priorities there was a long unintended sigh. "I like the professor, but with everything with Rei since he's back its a more apparent reminder why I'm covenless."

They took the paper, their eyes going over each rune and line, it would be a little nitpicky but all rune work was. "I can do it. Let me clean up my hands, then we'll get you started. Do you have a spot you want it on?" Max handed the paper back before tying up their hair, obviously ready for the challenge. They headed to the sink and started scrubbing the paint off and from under the fingertips. They would be wearing gloves but it was a cleansing thing that she felt the need to do. With clean hands she snapped on a set of gloves and started to prep her tattooing chair.

"Given the complexity of it. I'll still want to do a stencil of it just in case." They called back as they finished wiping the seat down with a Clorox wipe. They pulled over the little adjustable table, placing equipment on top of it making sure everything was in it's right spot. By their guess the one little pot of ink was not likely to be enough, so they kept the bottle on the side table. "If you want a drink I'm still offering you might need it."

[roan-wayland]

"Of course, don't mention it," Roan said and gave Max's shoulder a gentle squeeze. The comment about Elijah's and Rei's relationship made Roan furrow his eyebrows in thought. "I'm not sure what you're referring to..." he said carefully, "But I assure you, Elijah's relationship with his sons says nothing about his ability to lead the coven."

Roan was happy to see that Max was up for the task and already preparing to get to work. "I'm not sure where it would be easiest for you. I have no other tattoos to speak of, so both my chest and back should provide ample canvas for you. I leave it up to you." He would have preferred to have it on his chest so that he could see the runes, but he also didn't want to make the already delicate work more difficult for Max and would let them decide the best spot. "Do whatever you need to, and let me know what I can do to help." He chuckled at their comment that he might need something strong, "And sure, I'll have that drink."

[eijiremington]

Eiji was still sour at being called ‘kid’ for the millionth time in his life but he begrudgingly stopped what he was doing to offer a short muttering of “Jacob. Flores.” All the same. He already knew who Roan was from his fathers coven, but it was good to be refreshed on his name. He wondered what had spurred this man’s decision to join Artemis.

“So you shot them,” Eiji repeated incredulously but not without a hint of something that said he was impressed. The man made it sound like it was just that easy to shoot down a couple of vampires in the street. His eyes flickered to the gun at his waist. “What sort of gun does that and allows you to get away unharmed?” He was curious, before the realisation came into play, people were potentially going to come here investigating the attacks of two vampires and it would lead them straight to him, too. “You couldn’t have stumbled into any other pub?” He muttered, “Fine. I appreciate the warning.” Afterall, Roan didn’t know who Jacob’s true identity was. “As long as your bird doesn’t leave any droppings behind, I think we should be okay.”

[roan-wayland]

The name didn't ring any bells, but then Roan didn't know everyone in Artemis. In fact, there was a lot of secrecy even between the members as to the true identities of everyone involved. It was safer that way, but it also showed a level of distrust that Roan felt that they couldn't really afford with such powerful enemies against them. At least the council, divided as they were, knew each other and met regularly face to face.

Roan nodded gravely and laced his fingers together on top of the bar. "It's not a regular gun, you're correct in your suspicion. It has powerful enchantments and blessings burnt into the metal. I've added a few, but most of them are over a century old... And still very powerful." He opened the holster, slowly pulled out the revolver and placed it on the counter. "I've designed the weapon and bullets to cause minimal harm to humans, but if a demon or vampire is shot it should hurt like hell," he explained.

"Any other pub wouldn't house an ally to the cause," Roan retorted with a huff. He quickly glazed over his annoyance, because he could see where Jacob was coming from. "Look, I'm sorry for any potential trouble this might cause, I'm sure it won't put you into any danger or I wouldn't have come here. I just needed to know this was a safe place." Patrick was more annoyed at the remark directed at him and cawed indignantly at the young man, which made Roan's lips twitch into a smile. "Patrick wants you to know he's not some common poultry. I think you hurt his pride," he said with amusement and gave the raven a scratch on the back.

[roan-wayland]

hydrangea, marigold

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others? are they prone to being misunderstood?

Roan values communication, but perhaps not the conventional kind. He prefers direct transfer of thoughts from mind to mind over the spoken word. That leaves less room to be misunderstood, but also gives a larger picture than words can convey.

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy? how might they handle envious feelings?

Yes. When his wife was still alive, Roan could be jealous, not wanting her to be with anyone else, especially not learning magic with someone else. These days it's his magical abilities, his weapons, and freedom to act on what he believes is right that he is possessive of. He keeps his feelings to himself though.

[roan-wayland]

Dawn of the Living Dead AU - Dice Roll (1)

Your party manages to get to P.S. Tech. You reach Entrance 1 of the building and hear Park Sung Joon's voice over the intercom. He guides your party into the building over the P.A. system as you narrowly escape the zombies that are inside with his help.

He guides you to the section of the building that houses the Lab. This is where Park Sung Joon has sealed himself behind bullet proof glass to manufacture the cure. He tells your party that the cure is legitimate, but he only has a limited number of doses as other parties before yours have come and left with them.

He hands your party the remaining 8 doses and tells you to leave without him as he has chosen to remain in the building as penance for his mistake of accidentally releasing the virus in the first place.

Your party leaves the lab and manages to make it out of P.S. Tech through the way you came in, but your party is greeted by a horde of zombies at the door!

(Please choose 1 player to roll 1d10 in the #dice-rolling channel. Any roll of 6 and above means your party successfully escapes! Any roll from 2 to 5 means your party has to fight and all of your party are severely injured, drop 4 doses of the cure but manage to escape! Any roll of 1 to 2 means that this is your party’s last stand as zombie hordes overwhelm you.)

@daphne-blackwood

Edit: rolled an 8 - they escape with the cures

[roan-wayland]

Final shot | Daphne & Roan

who: @daphne-blackwood location: D9

A second message had been sent out from P.S. Tech, and Roan realised that his time was running out. He needed that cure. He had spent the past days scouting VC, looking for allies, but finding fewer than he'd hoped. The city was a dangerous place, and while he had a hard time trusting anyone but himself and Patrick, he did realise that he would need help to get to the cure alive. So, while making his way from his safe-spot to the P.S. Tech building in Dymock he went by the building that he'd heard housed one of his old friends. A friend who had never backed down from a little adventure before.

Roan had to cut his way through some zombies to get to the building, and he had a feeling more were coming. With both his revolver and sword at the ready he pushed his way up through the building that Daphne used as her base. Patrick flew ahead, croaking her name. "Daphne! Are you here? Anyone?" Roan shouted while climbing the stairs. "There's a hoard of zombies outside, I'm just here to take cover. I'm not trying to rob you," he announced, more as a precaution in case someone was scared by the intrusion. He felt very exposed without his powers, although some of his old barriers were still protecting him. Without knowing who was in the building he had just announced to everyone that he was there, and could be walking into a trap.

*Revolver: 7 bullets. HP: 30.*

[eremington]

Most of the defenses he'd put up around the tower were easy enough for a living human to navigate but would stop a zombie, so from his spot on the second floor watching it had been easy to spot Roan moving closer. Elijah had gone down to meet him, smiling when Patrick noticed him first. "Hello Roan. How have you been?" The whole debacle with artemis felt like it had happened in a different lifetime now, these days he was just happy to see someone he knew was still alive. Roan could take care of himself, but Elijah had seen enough capable people die over the years that he couldn't take it for granted. "Would you like to come inside? Catch up?"

[roan-wayland]

It felt like a lifetime had passed since they had last seen each other. Those ten years had left their mark on the two men, but they also seemed to have smoothed out their differences. Whatever their disagreements had been back then, they felt unimportant now. "It hasn't been easy," Roan admitted, "The world's gone to hell." He appreciated the invitation into the tower, what had once been like a second home to him, but he also dreaded to see the state it would be in now. Still, he nodded and cleaned his sword before sheathing it and following Elijah inside. "From the looks of it, things haven't been easy here either. How many of the coven members remain? Your sons... are they...?" he couldn't bring himself to finish the question.