Werewolf and Charms for Gingie
Werewolf- Who is your family? Who do you live with?
“My son!” he chirps immediately, “And his husband and their lovely little baby angel!”
“Oh, I live on my own right now. I used to live with my mother for a long time, though! And my son and his sweetheart know they can come over whenever they want or need. Especially when it’s time for grandpa to babysit!”
Charms- Are you religious?
The door is cracked open into the most private corners of his home. Vibrant, rich colors decorate the space with gemstones and carpets and silks. The stained glass window of his attic washes over things that- as magic prescribes- can only be described as numinous. Books and books and books- guides and stories and things that warn and welcome great unfathomable power. Tools sit recently touched with which one performs ritual, assistance to reach one’s hand into waters of fate and pull it back with something left in its grasp.
He is deeply, deeply religious.
(I’m actually studying religion this semester and by many definitions, Gingie would not be religious but would rather be performing magic, as religion is often discussed as being defined socially whereas magic is always in relation to manipulating forces to improve or change something- to use power instrumentally. However, Gingie has been socialized into a personal religion largely through his time with his mother and so I consider him religious in a way, as his beliefs in the unseen deeply affect his worldview and how he should treat others.)
