⤑ keith powers, 29, agender, they/them 𓇢𓆸 my my, if it isn't carnelian st. germain, my favorite witch in town. you know, though people say they can be rather overwrought and quixotic, i know they’re really effulgent and sedulous. but hey, what do i know? i’ve only known them for their entire life. if you need to get in touch, you can probably find them at their work as a manager & waiter at the rusty rail.
content warnings for... anxiety.
profile.
full name — carnelian laramie st. germain.
nickname(s) — carn; neil ( if you hate carn and want them to di– ); lars ( steven universe tease, only if you hate carn and want them to di– twice over ); laramoo ( mothers, affectionately; siblings, maliciously ); red.
place of birth — blackwater, colorado.
date of birth & age — june 30th, 1995, twenty9.
gender / pronouns — agender, they / them.
orientation — queer.
occupation — manager & waiter at the rusty rail, astrology bullshitter, tarot reader, amateur wizard ( virginal or not left to be seen, life school in wizards101 ), proud band member.
astrology — cancer sun, leo moon, libra ascending.
kind of being — witch.
abilities — spell - casting and potion brewing; communication with nature, minor healing. illusions and lunar - cycle based magic.
residence — a historical apartment in blue spruce commons; all creaking floorboards and rusted door hinges. used mostly to entertain and sleep. the ancient st. germain home in oldstone bend, time more often spent with family than on their own.
interests — punk and any variation of it, especially ska. any instrument involving blowing, strumming, or any variation of fondling. reading the daily horoscopes; shuffling tarot cards and pretending their word is law ( sometimes it is ). smoking in any capacity. crying during 80's power ballads. their family. the stars and all their constellations; moonlight. charging their crystals. landslide parties. camping, but only in groups of five. thrifting. hand - sewn clothing. cooking for others. curating mixtapes and playlists. native plants and animals to blackwater. underground raves. getting lost inside the woods. dungeons and dragons.
aversions — riding their bike into ditches and creeks for the 5th time that week. the come down after a particularly nice high. the color greige because it's fake and shouldn't exist. invasive species. the time they almost drowned in aforementioned creek. industry plants; both nuclear and hollywood. calling modern fans of punk "posers"; elitism. snobbery. their never - ending spiral of thoughts. seafood because they're too in land for it to be fresh ( usually ). not being listened to; their concerns being turned into mockery. thrill seeker behavior because they are not trying to die while white water rafting.
quirks — constantly drums their fingers against any surface present; whether it's a table or their own thigh. uses hand gestures often. bleaches their hair, lathers it in oil, then dyes it every week in a vicious cycle of damaged hair. accidentally ate selenite once; it wasn't a great time. cycles around instead of drives because it's better for the planet. curates playlists for every situation; including breakups. will send it to the person they're meant for.
most played — sound system by operation ivy.
notable features — more tattoos than bare skin; they seem to change everyday. charms sewn into every hemline, hanging from every piercing adorning nose and lip and brow.
general disposition — like they're about to shit themselves out of fear & excitement, maybe both. impossibly lanky for someone well - built.
character study — burton guster ( psych ) & seth cohen ( the o.c. ).
background.
the st. germains have lived in blackwater since the near - founding of the town; witchcraft born of the earth, their power was small but significant. once they made home in the mountains, the miner's luck increased; there were less animal attacks, better harvests. they've lived in the same house since the beginning; new sections built every year to accommodate their family's growth over the years.
somewhere in the 80's; their family grimoire - curated by their family for generations - was stolen by a rival family, an opposing coven. nothing more but a petty feud; the next generation of st. germains had to learn their magic from scratch.
anxiety; carnelian was born to that struggle, though their parents had made due with what was passed along via word and demonstration. their siblings - the lot of them - never seemed to struggle with their abilities. it came to them naturally, their specializations showing at a young age. carnelian was different; it wasn't so easy to them. their spells became laced with anxiety; tainted with it. things would go wrong; spell jars turning sour, fruit rotting off the trees.
while their magic was always weak - it strengthened considerably with the lunar cycle; the new moon was their enemy, but the full moon allowed them to channel it with relative ease. without the anxiety overpowering it. they began to practice in tandem with the moon, waning when it waned - waxing when it waxed. eventually, the stars begin to whisper down at them.
while their siblings are moving onto more ambitious things; ranging from recreating their family grimoire to getting it back from their rivals, to using their magic to help the community wherever they can - carnelian is talking to the stars. they guide their every decision; influence every magical decision. sometimes they feel like it's not the stars at all; but they push that feeling down. ignore it.
carnelian starts sleepwalking. it's subtle at first, waking up in different parts of the house. then outside. then across the street; then in the middle of the woods. each night it worsens until carnelian awakes atop a mountain, nothing but rocks beneath them.
they stop practicing magic after that; besides tarot cards and minor predictions, things that have no greater bearing - carnelian doesn't reach for the stars again. they want something from them - and they don't think it's something good.
details.
carnelian often feels like a magician more than anything else, reduced to cheap tricks and illusions to keep their magic at bay. anything else - and they overdo it, overwrought with anxiety. they're one of the weaker st. germains, and while it's never been a competition - there's that constant want to do more.
big on cleansing spells, good luck charms, crystals, the lot. their charms and trinkets are passed down, found from friends and lovers; hold weight to their meanings.
they will pick up any instrument handed to them with relative ease; has always been a natural musician, though they don't do much with the talent besides turn 80's synth pop classics into acoustic ballads. has cried during them before.
believes firmly in self medicating, prefers the feeling of melting into the backseat of a friend's van to the feeling of actually being present.
despite their friendliness and loyalty to their friends - carn is a natural skeptic. isn't quick to trust or believe others, but they're kind. always kind, always giving more of themselves than they should. the clothes off their own back kind of person.
carnelian is so nosy it's insane. purposefully seeks out information, if only just to hold it; doesn't spread rumors, or idly gossip - is a good secret keeper. they just like to know.
has a tendency to be self - righteous; thinks they know the best out of anyone, and can be a little arrogant in a way that isn't entirely annoying.
they're hopelessly idealistic, to the point where they're shit at advice. a big advocate of drop everything and follow your heart. they're indecisive themselves, often looking to their friends for guidance.
carnelian hates change, hates new things and new experiences. would prefer the same routine, the same life, over and over again. they don't cope well with loss, or shifts in their friendships.