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when :   11:48pm where :   Gamma Nu Alpha Fraternity with :   anyone !  Alcohol. While he knew that performing would truly be the release he was looking for, the escape from his new life that he needed, he couldn’t bring himself to audition. He felt that life, the one before his death, was gone and performing with that. The only other source for his release that he could think of was alcohol, and tonight was the perfect night for that, a frat party.  It wasn’t a world he would see himself in, not only being a wytch, but being a frat bro, seeing the partying and wild drinking, dancing. Theo had already had a few drinks tonight, three or four, he couldn’t really remember, as he went to grab his fourth or fifth drink from the kitchen, he noticed someone else making some drinks. “ Mind making me one too,” Theo asked, taking a seat at the island.

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Ten years ago everyone he’d ever known became a ghost. His family and his friendships in the sea, all left behind. After escaping the cruel clutches of his  kidnapper and making sure they’d never take another breath in the mortal realm they became just another specter to muse over. It was so strange to lose so many things at once, people most especially. It was impossible to become accustomed to it, to understand it or at the very least accept it and move on. It echoed in his chest and he felt haunted.

Theo was yet another added to the list. They’d become so close that it pained Vik to think on him, where he’d gone, how he’d seemingly disappeared. There had been many evenings spent dedicated to the sadness of the loss. Vik understood that people moved on, he just wanted to know that Theo had ended up safe and happy. To be so young and talented was a gift and all he wanted was to know where life had taken him. 

His ghosts had been reappearing though, one by one they seemed to want to push him to his emotional limits. Always catching him off guard, though preparation was impossible when reuniting with the disappeared. Vik had been walking to grab a coffee out of the shear boredom of human existence but a passing face stopped him dead. 

“… Theo?”

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This was the moment he was dreading. There were many thoughts going through Theodore’s head when he first returned to this world and realized it wasn’t a dream. A lot of first would happen, people that he would meet again and have to explain his reasoning for being gone for four years. He had countless stories going on in his head, some that he stole from the stage, trying to figure out some story that would make sense, nothing close to the truth.  He had started to create his own world, friends that he had to stay with, running away from home and from his narrow-minded parents, he had to come out as pansexual to the news, saying that he was afraid of what his parents would do if they found out, so he faked his death. It was cruel, he knew that, but his parents weren’t here now and there was something strange about that, like they expected Theo’s death.  But to sell the story to Vik may turn out to be an impossible task, he was a close friend of his, someone that he trusted and told his life to. Could he really tell this lie to him? It was all by chance that he ran into the other on the street, and by no surprise Vik was very shocked to see him, “ Vikky,” He said, agreeing that they were both here, both alive, “ I fucking missed you man,” He admitted, running over to hug him.

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who: @thexabandoned​ where: the local orchestra’s afterparty. when: a month ago.

When the fourth part of the symphony ended and the applauses filled the room, Blair felt reality sinking in at last. He couldn’t feel the tip of his fingers, neck stiff as he supported the violin in his thigh. It was always overwhelming. To be a part of something he had seen begin. For those pieces, now, were almost forbidden to him. Immaculate in their own time. He didn’t feel like he could bring them back, and it pained him to watch humans believing otherwise. This was the arrogance of a kind who seemed to understand memory in a very different way. Perhaps, it was because they weren’t there when Sibelius presented the symphony in Helsinki, or maybe it was Blair that shouldn’t have been there in the first place. All he knew, though, is that it took every ounce of effort he could master to stand proud on that stage and do his very best to not drag Sibelius’ name into the mud.

And by the goddesses, how he hated it. Constantly thinking back to 1911, cursing the day he decided to watch the Philharmonia Society present. Why did he have to be the arrogant bastard who went from place to place to see musicians, actors and whatnot? If Blair had just stayed in course, true to his purpose in the surface, this wouldn’t be happening. He could’ve enjoyed the applauses and revel in their recognition of the orchestra’s talent, instead of barely waiting the curtains fall before getting his things and vanishing backstage. Next season, it would be a piece made by someone old enough or from a far enough country that Blair couldn’t have possibly seen them perform, or he would make use of his abilities to submit humans to his will. Arrogant pricks. And the other creatures still dared to say meyrs were vain and proud… what about humans?

They should’ve showed more respect for the dead. At least, that was what Blair kept on replaying on his head as he took the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, hoping that a combination of this and alcohol would sooth him into a more social mood. For, as he stood on the balcony, looking in to the Orchestra’s afterparty, Blair realized there were quite a few beautiful things for him to conquer tonight. Specially the boy not so far from where he stood. Skin fair, sharp bones. Beautiful, indeed. So he took a few steps closer, cigarette dangling from his lips as he stared at the other, quite shamelessly. “You’re not a musician, and I don’t remember anyone in the Orchestra looking remotely like you… you’re too pretty,” Blair raised a brow, smoke leaving his lips as he kept watching him. “So who are you?”

Theo needed some type of normalcy to his life after all of the chaotic and dark shit that came out of his new life. He had already found himself turning to alcohol, finding the buzz of the booze a distraction from his woes. But it didn’t compare to his release before his death, his art. He loved acting so much, he loved performing and watching other’s perform, it was such a high to see other’s sore and maybe it would carrying that same high now.  Theo attend his favorite venue, one that he performed in himself countless times, and knowing this, he should have know all of the eyes that would staring at him, people that knew him and people that didn’t, all knowing that he was the boy that went missing, that was thought to be dead, only to come back four years later, looking like he didn’t age a day. Theo focused on the Orchestra, their music soothing Theo’s soul in a way he missed, it brought tears to his eyes, even light sobs as he realized how much he missed this world.  Theo recollected himself in the bathroom, where he ran into old friends. Of course they had questions, but telling Theo about the afterparty, he agreed to tell him more about his unusual life he could come...though he had no intention to upholding his end of the bargain. As soon as he was there and grabbed himself a drink, he headed out to the balcony for some fresh air. He would want to be alone, but he noticed the smoking man and he noticed him, but didn’t know him, or of him...perfect.  He blushed though, at being called pretty, “ I could say that about you if I didn’t see you playing up there,” He teased. Walking over, he smiled softly at the tall male, “ I’m Theodore...I use to perform here in the theatre, stage plays and musicals,” He corrected. 

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he remained apathetic during the entire display. there was no point in making sorry eyes to lucius, the young man simply had no heart. empathy and may hell protect him… feelings. useless garbage. the wytch normally doesn´t find others interesting enough to pay them any attention.at the moment it was necessary to comprehend theodore so the belmonte did his best to be understanding and helpful. there was always a first time for everything. before the fire could be extinguished, lucius caught the residual power left behind and absorbed it. the taste of magic was curious. acrid. perhaps the church was right to follow theodore´s steps. those fuckers always have some sort of plan. lucius´ father probably knew more, but he wasn’t about to negotiate that information out of  him. " emotions are your biggest enemy from what I can see and no magical slips inside the fucking library. you will get kicked.“ lucius himself would kick his ass if theodore destroyed any book or grimoire. knowledge was sacred. a life? depends on the person.” look at my hands but don´t touch me. stay quiet for a second while I do something. don´t worry, it will do you no harm.“ 

his eyes gained a different shade. for what could be a split second lucius eyes turned white. now he could see magic after taking the veil from his eyes and opening the lid to his siphoner side. the other wytch had magic leaking from him. uncontrolled and easy to absorb. he made sure not to touch or siphon magic directly from theodore but from the environment.  invasion and all that rude shit.  took lucius another few minutes to channel and replicate the blue flame. he made sure to have it under tight control first not to cause any accident before showing it to theodore. the problem with absorbing other powers was that he had to maintain a iron will at all times.” your magic is leaking from you and it allows me to do this without a problem.“ a blue flame appeared in lucius hand, but his flame was immobile. controlled. it turned to smoke when he closed his hand. ” if I was you I would first work in my control and then attempt to do bigger spells. advices are never free so cherish this one.“

Currently he didn’t care how the other reacted to his outburst since this was a regular occurrence about one a week. The stress of the college and his studying, adding on the fact of his entire life, death and new life and he would just so stressed out that the hellfire would slip out. He of course knew it was dangerous, that his fire wasn’t normal fire and could burn anything it touches into nothing, it was something he seriously need to get a handle on, fast. What did surprise him was watching Lucius connect with his hellfire, he wondered if Lucius could understand his struggles with the power and how chaotic it felt inside him.  Being talked down to brought Theo back to the situation at hand, causing him to huff just a bit. He would talk back to the other, tell him to die, come back a different person and deal with his dangerous power, but Lucius had social power, and that could be just as deadly. He listened, watching the other closely, always learning better from doing, but seeing can work just as well.  Tensing at Lucius’ eyes changing, Theo had a small look of worry and he jumped when he saw Lucius produce his flame, he noticed how small it was, nothing like the size of Theo’s outburst, that’s why he could control it. But then it got bigger in his palm and Theo was embarrassed, “ I don’t know how to control it, all this pressure with college and...my life, it’s just too much at times,” He could find himself being honest with Lucius because Lucius would be honest back, bluntly honest.

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where: library, saint leviathan university

when: 23 April, 2020

who: theodore tremblay @thexabandoned​

he wasn’t a bloody tutor. his time was too valuable to waste helping others when there was nothing to gain. it was obvious that the only reason why he was assisting theodore was because the church asked him to. it was more like an order and because lucius was their poster boy and saw no benefit in going against the church for now he obliged.besides, it was his last year in saint leviathan. after the summer he would be free from the president position and school . while he loved the status he hated the obligations.once in a while he had to pretend to follow the church’s wishes.  " how’s the study going?“ he asked reading theodore’s notes.” remember you have to adjust that spell to the lunar phase to make it stronger. let me see the grimoire you are reading.“ lucius found the right page and placed it in front of the other man. ” that shit you were doing is wrong. it´s like mathematics, if you don´t modify the numbers of the formula you can´t get the right result.“ 

To say that Theo wasn’t adjusting well to this new world was an understatement. It’s one thing to wake up surrounded by family, not really remembering your past life and having to put it back together. It’s another to wake up alone, naked and in the woods, and instead of you forgetting the world it’s the world that forgot you. To add onto that, it’s a world that Theodore never even knew about, a world of wytches, of magic and the supernatural. The college that he was enrolled in, against his own choice, was designed for wytches, and it was almost like they knew that Theodore would develop the powers he did.  Regardless, going from the mortal world to the wytch world, one thing hadn’t changed, studying and how horrible Theodore was at it. He had multiple books open, not just the Grimoire, and even if he was cross-referencing everything, he still had no fucking clue what was going on. Luckily the head of the frat house seemed to see his struggled and came in to save the day. “ It’s awful....I don’t know what half this stuff means...or what you’re really saying,” He finished, looking at Lucius with sorry eyes. Hearing that his work was wrong, Theo scrunched it up and threw it. The anger of his throw caused the paper ball to burst into a blue flame of hellfire, the fire disappearing, as well as any trace of the paper as soon as it hit the ground,” I don’t know why I’m even trying, I’m not meant to be a wytch!”

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i. overview

Species: Shadow Blooded Wytch / Demigod

Full Name: Theodore Tremblay

Birthday & Age: August 29th, 1997, 22 / appears 18

Skill: Infernal Pyrokinesis 

Level: Familiar

Occupation: Pledge of Gamma Nu Alpha Fraternity

Neighborhood:  Gamma Nu Alpha Fraternity Chapter House

Residency Status: Born, Raised & Died in Deadwood

Sexual Orientation: male-leaning pansexual

ii. personality

+ Loyal, Positive, Intuitive, Leaderly - Naïve, Impractical, Paranoid & One-Track Minded

iii.  about the species

wytches are humans with the power to affect natural or unnatural change by magical means. they connect themselves with divine forces in order to practice magic. with regular practice they can become highly skillful, dangerous if endeavors lead to malecium. there is a general curse to their existence; they tend to become addicted to supernatural forces and due to their constant use of magic, to misuse they will surely go down a path of becoming increasingly amoral towards human life as a result. the concept of wytches has existed across various cultures both primitive and advanced, throughout recorded history. their general misconception of their kind is primarily rooted in the mass carnage of the middle ages, against people, particularly women, who practiced any form of belief or healing that could be deemed anti-christian.

iv.  the past

THE LIGHT

There has always been worlds that Theodore Michael Tremblay was either uninformed or unaware of. The first world he was never introduced to were those of his parents’, his father never being in Theodore’s life, even before he was born, and the second that his mother gave birth to the boy with many gifts to come, she gave him away. But it wasn’t fate that had laid out it’s plans for Theodore, but his mother’s, along with the Church of Night. The babe was given to a wytch couple, swore to keep their world hidden from Theo until the time was right. It remained hidden, raised as a mortal and way for the world of night. The ‘mortal’s childhood was a fairly normal existence. He didn’t really make a special mark on the world, at least not in his own eyes. There was so much that he wanted to do growing up, and what really stuck out to him was acting. Getting into the art-form as a child, it was something that he pursued greatly, and strangely was wonderful at. It seemed that the only way that Theodore could succeed in life was not being himself. There were no signs of deception, or the powers that dwelled within him. During the summer after his senior years, Theodore was approached by a man from Saint Leviathans University, a professor. While Theodore had plans of his own to go to Astoria, the professor convinced the teenage to partake in his summer course and see what Leviathans had to offer. That summer is cloudy in Theodore’s recent mind, but what started off as ordinary classes turned into anything but, it was said that Theodore had powers that he had to tap into and Dorian was there to bring it out of him, not that Theodore remembers this. The only event from the last two months of his life that Theodore remembers is the heat…the flames, the fire licking at his skin like bites from demons, and the smile of one itself.

THE BETWEEN The Dark that overtook Theodore’s afterlife, darkness all lacking its blackness. Theo only recalls of his time between The Light and The Dark was the glow of his personal hellscape, obsidian glowing a deadly crimson, emptiness and isolation. it also changed constantly, to woods, beaches, water, mountains, many things between and things that Theo could never fathom. Pain, endured to him and pain that he caused him, forgotten in his time, but all still true. The worst of these pains was that he experienced everything alone, not a soul to comfort him, nor even a tormentor producing Theo’s pain, the wounds coming from an invisible source. As sudden as he came into this nightmare, Theodore escaped, somehow. Coming time this world, becoming a fresh soul that took it’s torture and isolation to discover something powerful within the shell that was Theodore Tremblay THE DARK Two very separate lives, one was his heaven and one was he hell, but both seemed like a dreams left on the mind during the cusp of waking up. Fuzzy, the worlds blurred and words mumbled, but the feelings still there, the aches forming from his torment. But his body, at the same time, felt like it was born into this world, but until his first birth, this coming in just…came, like a flick of a switch. There Theodore was, naked on the forest floor, covered in mud, ash and dried blood, the last blimps of his dreams gone, leaving him with no memories of his time in The Between nor the last two months of his innocent life. He knew from the start, he wasn’t in the world he left. There was a presence all around him, echoing in his mind that he was different and so was his life. It took Theodore two days to find his way out of the dense forest, only increasing his hunger and insanity. When he found civilization, he knew it wasn’t salvation, but evidence of his worst fears. Theodore Tremblay was presumed dead, his parents were nowhere to be found, missing themselves and labeled the murderers of their son, though a body was never found. As well, he had no records of ever even setting foot on the Astoria campus, but rather Saint Leviathans.

v.  the current

His presence was of course welcomed, being placed all over the news and hundreds baffled by his memory loss, and how it seemed he hadn’t aged at all, despite being gone for four years. Theodore knew something was wrong, that he shouldn’t dwell into the whys of his new life. He could feel that he had to take his new life and work with it, attending Leviathans, where he was now the pledge to the frat, Gamma Nu Alpha, and discovering what the world gave him for his suffering, the activation of his powers.

It took four months for his powers to manifest and with being able to control hellfire, working to hone it over the past three months and hide it from his brothers in the frat. He was getting an unknown glimpse into the wytches’ world, and even more unknown was there presence of one more world. A deeper and more intense power dwelling inside his immortal frame, beckoning him to find it’s source. Theodore began his search where he last remembers, The Light, to find the infernal powers within.

vi. connections

✗ CHURCH OF NIGHT / SAINT LEVIATHAN UNIVERSITY - his proclaimed death was now a case of a missing, most likely run-away boy. officials scratched their head to find a plausible answers but none were present before the dark tailored suits men from the orthodox church in town stormed in. they spoke in hushed voices and before he knew it, he was released. just like that. from then, his life became a muddled of truths. he was transferred from astoria to the exclusive saint leviathan university, somehow pledged to a fraternity, and became versed in the world unseen. how little has he known ‘till this point? how much has his parents been hiding from him?

✗ SYDNEY TAYLOR - since the two of them were old enough to walk, they’ve been the best of friends. he was there when sydney got his great dane puppy, he had even helped choose a name for the puppy. they were inseparable, an old tale most have heard before. wherever he went, sydney was not far behind. keeping secrets from someone he considered his brother was a nearly impossible task. unfortunately, keeping the secret of having magic for so long could put cracks in even the strongest of friendships. as excited as he was at first, he got just as guilty that the secrets hadn’t been shared. so the night he went up in flames, sydney was non the wiser like the rest of the town… 

✗ THE PICASSO - he should’ve listened to the warnings, to the burning sensation he got at the base of his head whenever the other’s hands lingered on his shoulder for what felt like eternity. not in an encouraging or inappropriate fashion, but as if he was ready to rob him of whatever he was after. his life, soul, parent’s wealth, that’s still to be found out, but the professor led him down a path of dismay. he was there to help him figure out his abilities, little did he know the older man dared to test them to all of their capabilities. so the picasso watched him burn alive, grinning widely at how his skin ripped from the infernal flames consuming him from the inside out. a poetic injustice is given when he’s clawed and dug out from the vines entangling his reborn corpse by the very one who murdered him. 

His face claim is JONATHAN WHITESELL and he’s played and written by PUNLORD.

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