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themaelstrcm:

     For a woman that had spent the better part of her life running, having the man walk so leisurely to their destination was enough to make her skin itch. Regardless of lazy bones that were to integral to the woman, she wasn’t accustomed to taking her time anymore. It had been beaten into her for years that she needed to get out of the way and get things done sooner rather than later. Her shoulders rolled back and she drew in a long deep breath, allowing herself to quickly glance down to the long legs of the man and how he took the well worn path. She was briefly reminded of the Pumpkin King and his walk to find answers in the forest. Who are you. Was she enchanted by the man whom led her to his home, his magical artifacts and his one eyes cat? Yes, and no at the same time. She wanted to know more, but deep down she knew that he was just a man. He had the potential to be scary, but he could have the potential to be something extraordinarily… average. Was that something she needed? Desperately. Almost as much as she needed drugs. Almost as much as she missed the drugs that once wove their way through her system and sent her into the world of euphoria and recklessness. Something told her they didn’t tell him her history when it came to that, and then she wondered if he knew her story before she came here. She shot him a concerned look before offering a wayward shrug.  “Do I get to see that part too? Rather make my own opinion of ya instead of listen to the words of others. Too objective for m taste, if ya ask me.”  If she was going to be here, she might as well make the most of it. If she was going to be– what was the word they used?– bonded to him, then she would make the most out of that as well.

         “See the part that people talk about?” He supposed it was fair. She would have an instant levee into his mind soon-enough anyway, it wasn’t as if there was any way to toe around it. Still there was a static pause, one that hung around his shoulders and in the air, and for a moment Rider considered just how he was going to say it. “I don’t know how familiar you are with witches, so I’m going to explain it like you have no idea. Witches are born, magic is in our veins. We’re probably the closest species to humans that you can get in a place like this, but we’re not human --- which is funny, considering everything else was either made or derived from humans ... but anyway. Each witch has the capability to do great things with their magic, and some branch off into specializations. It’ll be difficult to find a witch who can master all of it, but there are some. Most of the time we operate in covens but there are some of us, like me, who work alone. They say it makes us weaker, and I guess it does because nobody’s lending me their power, but I’ve taught myself how to work alone, so it doesn’t bother me. There’s a witch that runs the flower shop here and she’s all about natural magic. Healing and all that. There’s witches who specialize in reading and using the stars for divine purposes, and they draw their power from the cycles of the moon and sun and shit. Magic typically is broken into white, black, and grey.” He paused, his tongue heavy for an explanation he didn’t believe in. 

“They say white magic is positive --- healing, good things, you know? And grey magic comes at a cost --- you want money, and you get it, but you get it because your father dies and you inherited it. And black magic is bad. Blood magic, ritual shit, everything you hear in media and all that. But. I don’t agree. Magic is what you make of it. You can cast a white magic spell with the intention of harm and you put some kind of karma into the universe. Because it is all cyclical ... and it always comes back.” And it did. Though aware of how much he rambled, Rider gave another pause and finally shifted his gaze onto Tori. “I practice a darker form of black magic. Necromancy: the art of raising the dead.” One hand shifted upward, a finger raising as if to give pause to any statement that may have come from her lips. “I don’t do it because I want power. I do it for people who met brutal ends. Spirits don’t rest if the lives they inhabited were cut short. The more violent and sudden the death the more violent and resistant the spirit. If you can join the spirit to a body, maybe their body, they can communicate what they need to for peace. Sometimes do what needs to be done for peace, and the spirit can rest.” Though it didn’t always work that way.

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jezebelxpost:

So was he saying he could hear them to? It wasn’t a yes, but it wasn’t a no either. And even though she’d asked, Jezebel didn’t really care to know. It felt like he was talking in riddles–like his words had a deeper meaning she wasn’t completely grasping. But she’d leave it alone. Talking to him was so surreal–given their past. But despite how she felt, she pressed on anyway, leaning against the glass wall. “I heard a lot of stories when you first came to town.” Jezebel had never been one to hold her tongue. And even though everyone else whispered behind his back and was too afraid to ask what they wanted to ask, she still did. “Are you really practicing necromancy?” 

         “I’m sure you did.” Stories followed him wherever he went. If Rider ever decided to retire from his work he’d certainly have options as a bard or wandering troubadour. People couldn’t keep their mouths shut. Strange and unusual often signified something to detest or hate, and while Rider had a sense of where they were coming from he neither understood or agree. But there was little he could do about it. “No, I’m not practicing necromancy.” And he paused, Her choice of words almost made him smirk. Almost. “I’ve mastered it.” Hands sought his pockets, attention still harshly on the far window. The implications of his words meant he’d been practicing when they were more involved. He’d hidden it from her for the exact reason that the chatterboxes in town proved. Nobody accepted it. But it was still his choice, his job.

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themaelstrcm:

     Maybe. Maybe wasn’t a promise of a drink, and the woman was looking at him with a crooked squint in her eyes, though as playful as it was. There was something about the man who’s name she had been given that she felt immensely comfortable with, though she wondered if that would have been the case with very many of the people in this community. Some seemed overly nice, and meanwhile some seemed to have their moments that made Tori wonder why the were even here at all. She found a way to appreciate them all none the less, no matter how brash they might be. She could only return the favor. Adaptable. She was all for adapting to this new world she was falling into– No. She was diving in head first. Wandering after the man that she felt she would grow close to for… who knew how long, she continued to pick at the snickers bar and slipped through the door that he held open for her. A smile graced her lips widely, and with a spin on the balls of her feet, she offered him a hasty little curtsy in appreciation.  "An eye isn’t gonna stop me from wanting to cuddle with her, if she wants to as well. Although.. at this point, hearing about furless things I think that might be a requirement too? Fur please and thank ya.“  Finishing the candy in her hand, the woman tossed the wrapped away into the nearest trash can and turned toward him in order to allow him to show her which direction she was meant to be going. He seemed pretty good with this whole prep thing, telling her what to expect and what she should be hearing around town. A glance slanted in his direction, brow arched in nothing less than shock and slight confusion.  "So this is gonna be a weird question, but how many times ya go through this? That seemed pretty practiced, ya know? The speech, I mean. Doesn’t sound like the first time ya saying it.”

         Despite the arguments among the magical community of Rider’s horrible acts he tended to be a laid-back guy. When pressed he had no issue with lashing out: his magic may have been refined toward the resurrection and sustenance of the recently deceased but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t use it otherwise. Black magic people called it, harsher whispers on their tongues more than anything. They weren’t wrong, but Rider’s belief in magical karma far outweighed the dangers of what came back around --- if he used his dark magic with good intentions he was putting positive magical karma into the world. There was no black or white magic ... just the grey. Grey was dangerous, but he could work with it. Comfortable was not a word used to describe him, and when their minds were linked he would perhaps understand the notion behind it ... but until then it was foreign entirely. That didn’t mean that the lazy smile slipped off of his lips any, it was still fully present and tipping the corners of his tiers upward. The warlock’s stroll was lazy, as if he too had nowhere really to be, but in truth the path between his home and the Prattes house was well-worn. He knew it so well there was no rush to get to either, his feet just went on autopilot and brought him there anyway. “Some people are put off by it. But it doesn’t make her any less sweet.” Like sugar and honey boiled together, Luna was the single loudest purring cat Rider had ever encountered. Had he imagined that he would have a lifetime companion in resurrecting her he might have waited for her accident to occur, arrived sooner than the hour she was there at least. Love brimmed out of him for the creature, and that wasn’t an easy thing to come by. “I go through a variation of it more often than not. I run the occult store in town --- mostly for supplies for my kin but the occasional reading for the curious human. Questions come, but most of the time the explanation is offered to anyone who asks the proper question. I’m known in the circles of magic in town. It’s not a good thing, what they say. But they’re just words.”

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themaelstrcm:

     She moved like she had no where to go in any rush whatsoever. Lazy bones shifted in slow motion when she turned to face him all over again. She followed his every move with caramel eyes that seemed to study everything as it happened. The woman didn’t seem to miss a beat, despite looking as though she were never interested in much. Her curiosity about what he was doing seemed short lived when she followed his gaze down the hall and he offered to take her to the house she would be moving into soon. Like flapjacks. Pile them in one place together, you get more room to shovel more people into the town. She figured that was the goal all along, but that was alright. As long as they were safe. That was the goal, right? And speaking of now, she felt safe enough that she didn’t worry much about it with this guy around. It was just a feeling she had deep in her gut. Still, she perked a quirky smile that was slightly lopsided and managed to swallow down the laugh that bubbled in her throat.  “Inviting me home already? Don’t even get a drink from ya yet? What kinda woman ya think I am, Rider Lorne?”  Of course she was joking, because she was stepping around him when he was facing toward her. She seemed to spin on the balls of her feet, her body lifted slightly. Though she was no ballerina.  “Does.. she snuggle? I mean, even if I’m allergic, I’ll take a snuggle or two to make up for it. They have those hypo-allergenic cats? Boy, I tell ya. Anything to safe pad this world, right? I like cats though. And dogs. All the.. Ya know. Fuzzy things.”

         “Maybe I have drinks at home.” He did, but that didn’t stop the wry smile from sneaking onto his face. Perhaps his wording on the matter had been a bit direct, but at least she made it into a joke as opposed to growing some kind of angry about it. Rider didn’t do that kind of confrontation well ( evident in how he simply left someone he had been engaged to ), instead he opted to simply avoid it. Or make a joke of it, though that was more inappropriate than anything. “She’s really affectionate. She’s missing an eye, though. So just be ready to see that.” He didn’t think much of the missing pieces of Luna. She was one of the first things he had ever resurrected, a consistent companion for the better part of ten years. Rider had a sneaking suspicion that he’d broken off a piece of his soul and sealed it within the cat --- a true familiar, as it were, though he didn’t research it any further. He was just happy to have such a consistent companion. “She purrs really loud, too. --- Yeah, they’re usually furless, but they started trying to breed them with fur or something. I don’t know, I just like animals.” His shoulders rolled in a lazy shrug. Once they reached the door outside he held it open for Tori, waiting for her to pass through, and followed behind. “I don’t know what the council told you when they assigned you. I’m a witch so there’s going to be some shit in the house that looks a little ... off. Just so you’re prepared for that. I promise I’m not some creepy cultist. Regardless of what some people in town might say.” And they did, but he couldn’t blame them. Rider knew the innate darkness of his magic --- his hands were permanently bleeding for it, but he did his best to wield his magic for what he believed to be good.

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GENERAL

NAME: Rider Ezekiel Lorne. ALIAS(ES): None. GENDER: Male. AGE: Twenty-eight ( 28 ). DATE OF BIRTH: March 14, 1989. OCCUPATION: Necromancer && store clerk. BONDED WITH: Tori Reid.

APPEARANCE

EYE COLOR: Blue. HAIR COLOR: Dirty blond. HEIGHT: 6′2″. SCARS: Permanent and various depths and lengths of cuts across the palms of both hands for how often he cuts them open in reference to his magic and summoning. They barely have time to heal for how frequently he re-opens them. BURNS: None. OVERWEIGHT: No. UNDERWEIGHT: No.

FAVORITE

COLOR: Black. HAIR COLOR: Doesn’t care. EYE COLOR: Doesn’t care. SONG: Kashmir, Led Zeppelin MOVIE: The Craft. TV SHOW: Xena, Warrior Princess. FOOD: Jambalaya. DRINK: Ice water. BOOK: A collection of horror stories by H.P Lovecraft, comically called The Necronomicon.

HAVE THEY

PASSED UNIVERSITY: Never attended. HAD SEX: Yes. HAD SEX IN A PUBLIC PLACE: No. GOTTEN PREGNANT: It’s physically impossible. KISSED A BOY: No. He’s heterosexual. KISSED A GIRL: Yes. GOTTEN TATTOOS: Yes. GOTTEN PIERCINGS: No. HAD A BROKEN HEART: Yes, but it was his own fault. BEEN IN LOVE: Yes. STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: Yes.

ARE THEY

A VIRGIN: No. A KISSER: Yes. SCARED EASILY: No. JEALOUS EASILY: Yes and no. TRUSTWORTHY: No. DOMINANT: Yes. SUBMISSIVE: No. IN LOVE: No. SINGLE: Yes.

RANDOM QUESTIONS

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: Yes. THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: No. ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: No WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: No. DROVE A CAR: Yes. HAVE/HAD A JOB: Yes. HAVE ANY FEARS: No.

FAMILY

SIBLINGS: Cecilia && Rafe, sister && brother, both alive. PARENTS: Carric && Meera, both alive. CHILDREN: None. PETS: One cat, Luna.

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themaelstrcm:

     Non-magical karma. There was a twitch of a smile in her amusement when he said that, and maybe it was because she didn’t realize there was a difference.  “Hey, man.. I’m not here to stomp on your–”  She watched him punch the machine, doing less violence than she might have done all by herself if she would have been allowed to in the first place. Her mouth hung open, slightly agape, when the candy bar dropped into the bottom with a firm thunk. And despite that, her lips still split into an even further smile than there was before. He was right all along, she might have hurt herself if she had tried all by herself. Although now that she knew about that sweet spot, she would remember where that was just in case it happened all over again. Doe wide eyes looked up to the man as she wrapped her fingers around the candy he was holding out to her. She was grinning now and ripping the wrapper away without a single care in the world. Looking down at the candy bar, the woman broke off a piece of it to offer to the man standing in front of her. Her sweet tooth savior. Just seeing that sweet caramel on the peanuts made her mouth water.  “Consider? Sounds like they’re just trying to save space for more people or something. Like bunk beds. But, seeing as you’re my unlikely hero for my candy conquest, and negating the fact that it’s a thing, I’d like to come and see the place before hand?”

         “Yeah, that’s understandable.” And he didn’t live very far. Everything in the safe haven seemed more convenient than not, and while his home was set a little further from the main road than some of the others it wasn’t as if it took more than seven minutes to get to the shop. No more than ten to get to the safe house, and that was on foot. Hands shifted into the front pockets of his dirty jeans and with a nod of his head Rider motions for the end of the hall. “If you’re not pressed to be anywhere I can show you now.” Outside of the idea that most of the house was cleaned up since he had been given her name a few days ago. His sleep schedule seemed to be swapped --- the early morning hours affording more time for him to rest up while he was more active at night. The shorter shifts of the shop had him tidying up his home from personal relics that might scare someone off who was more ... unaware of his skill set. It was safe to say that most of the skulls he used for his work were localized into his room, though the odd relic rest on the counter in the kitchen out of his eye shot. “You’re not allergic to cats, are you? I’ve got one back there. She’s sweet as anything but not one of those hypo-allergenic things. Whatever that means.”

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themaelstrcm:

     Maybe she should apologize. Something told her that it wasn’t often that someone can tell him that his tone betrayed something. She felt almost bad for it, but the conversation was already moving on, and she wasn’t going to drag it backwards again.  “Lucky for me, I guess. Saved me a day’s worth of work.”  She would have figured it out sooner or later. The woman was persistent and she didn’t give up easily. She was done being that kind of woman. There was a shift in her weight when she turned to look at the machine that she had just threatened to assault for the candy she had paid for. A hand lifted and waved at the stupid thing, deciding to just leave it for another time. What a waste of energy.  “Leave it for someone else. What was that thing they used to say? Uh. Pay it forward? Maybe someone will get two snickers for the price of one.”

         “There are a lot of things in this world that I believe in, but non-magical karma is not one of them.” When Rider finally moved from his post it was toward the vending machine. After giving the contents a look he shifted toward the side, balled his hand into a loose fist, and clocked the machine one good thud. Sure enough the candy came free, relinquishing its hold on the coils before collapsing into the dispenser. With a pleased smirk he fetched it, held it out to Tori. “Just have to know a few tricks or two, is all.” Or he knew that Reese’s held the same spot not a week prior, that the machine had been finicky with him in the same sense and he’d done a little more than pop it once on the side to get it to drop the goods. His own sweet tooth swelled at the reminder. “I know August has some nice digs here but, uh ... usually after the bonding is done the joined have some cohabitation. Something to consider. I’ve got a little place not far from here.”

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themaelstrcm:

“No, I, uh.. I meant that look your eye when ya mentioned him. Been a long time since I seen something like that.”  It didn’t occur to her that maybe she should apologize for saying that, but she didn’t really feel like it would have been the right thing to do anyway. When she liked something, she pointed it out. It was just the same as when she didn’t like something. She didn’t shut her mouth about those things. But when his hand wrapped around her own, the woman seemed to have frozen in place and just stared at him. The corner of her lip twitched and she gave a single shake.  “Look at that. I was planning on tracking ya down, and ya found me first. Nice to meet ya.”

         He had no response for that, merely a slight pursing of his lips for being called out on such a things. Rider wasn’t opposed to being an openly affectionate person but it seemed to come so sparsely to someone whom most tended to avoid. There didn’t seem to be a proper set of words to respond to that and instead the softest of chuckles escaped him. “I’m not a particularly hard man to find. I’m inclined to believe that’d work against me if I was ever being hunted down but until that day comes --- here I am.” Her name flashed a moment of familiarity, something mentioned in passing days before when a member of the council had assigned them together. Admittedly he hadn’t thought much of it, the only true memory of bonding coming down to the ceremony last, though his potential partner was non-existent at that time. “I suppose I should try to kick the vending machine now.”

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augustprattes: 

“Is that really how you repay me after I worked my ass off to give you shelter and food when you came here? I’ll remember that when that vampire tries it on with you again, let you handle it this time.” He scoffs as he heads towards the door, not even waiting to see if Rider had followed “If either of us is the pretty lady it’s you mate, I’m the buff soldier boy. And if you think I need booze to give you a goodnight kiss you don’t know me well enough yet.”

         “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you? I volunteer, you know. To pay you back for your seemingly endless generosity.” If his grin were any wider it might split his head in two. With a nudge to his friend Rider moved for the door, fishing his keys from his back pocket all the while. “Awh, you think I’m pretty? Even with the messy hair and dirt perpetually caked under my nails? Your standards are low, lover boy.” His snort is light, fingers locking the door after they both clear out. “I warn you, I don’t kiss nice.”

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themaelstrcm: 

    There was a subtle change in his tone that she noticed immediately when he mentioned the man by name, and that was something kinda cool to see. She didn’t intend to smile about it, but there it was, wide and stupid at the same time.  “That’s nice..”  The woman was still leaning against the machine, though she was already planning her next moves. To the store to find her candy, or to take a longer walk back to her room before she goes to seek out this person she was supposed to be bonded with. That doctor lady explained it well enough. Shoving her frame from the machine, she stepped a few paces away from it and lifted her hand up.  “Yeah, came into town maybe a couple days ago. Four, or something. I dunno. I’m Tori.”  She offered her hand to the man standing in front of her, after adjusting her her sleeve down a little to make ensure it didn’t ride up.

         “It’s a good thing they’ve got going on here. It’s nice to see people are willing to lend an extra hand.” More than Rider could do, outside of his occult store. There were some functions in the town that operated more solely to specific species, and while Rider didn’t dislike humans in any sense of the word ... he didn’t believe they belonged in his shop. Then there was the Prattes family, spending their time and resources to provide some kind of safe house for anyone, of any species, that needed it. The least he could do was volunteer to offer any assistance necessary. Cleaning was a lot easier with a swipe of the hand, anyway. At her proffered hand Rider uncrossed his arms and leaned forward, giving a sturdy clasp. “Rider Lorne. Nice to meet you.”

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themaelstrcm: 

    Give her a break on it. That was a new concept to her, though she wouldn’t exactly point it out to this guy. She didn’t know him and it still seemed strange to her. There were so many things she wasn’t accustomed to anymore, and kind words were at the top of the list– followed closely by kind actions. That wasn’t going to stop her from trying to make the most out of it.  “Tempting,” she uttered to herself at the idea of just filling a bag up to the brink with candy. Kept her mind off of the other stuff.  “I’ll figure it out though. Don’t need that guy going all soft to get some chick a crap load of candy bars for her room.”  There was a playful smile on her lips when she looked at the machine and justbumped right into it in the hopes it would knock the one down.  “You’re awful familiar with this place. Been here long?”

         “I think August is just soft.” There was nothing but affection in his tone, born of the short time Rider had spent here and the closeness gained in that period. There weren’t many people who accepted and understood Rider for what, or who, he was. Whether August agreed or not was a separate story, but the two got on well-enough. It was something Rider was eternally grateful for. “A couple of months, now. I volunteer at the safe house in my spare time. It’s something to do.” Considering he had lived there before purchasing his own small accommodations. It seemed right to return the favor, and he enjoyed the time out of his world, as it were. “You new?”

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BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.