Kellan didnt know why the school assigned him a ward. Kellan was never really one when he graduated nor was he really one after. He smiled when he saw the professor and gave him a quick wave. “Wes, right?” Kellan asked. “I’m Kellan, you can call me Kell if you want.” He extended a hand. “I’ll be uh, watching over you, I guess?” He chuckled. “I’d uh… Love to know your schedule and stuff.” The dhampir told him.
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Guardians were a new thing to Wes and he was confused why he would need one. Since he was practically a walking talking danger and death sensor, but he didn’t argue with the school about it. They didn’t seem like the ‘we take disagreements well’ type. “Yep that’s me alright. Pleasure to meet you, Kell.” Wes returned the man’s smile with his own and grasped his hand with an eager shake. “And I will enjoy being watched over by you. I’m pretty low maintenance. Like a sea monkey.” His smile became a grin as he extracted his hand land on his hip. “Well uh, my schedule is a little loosey goosey. I teach class at 8 in the morning, 3 in the afternoon, and 8 at night. Beyond that I just let the wind blow me where it may. On occasion it may be a dead body, or you know something nice like a free night of bowling.”
The last couple of months were a whirlwind for Jamie. Moving to a new town, dealing with a magical child, getting a new job. He was tired, and all he wanted was a nap. He couldn’t, though, because he needed some groceries before he picked up Thea from school. So he was at Wonder Food Grocer, tossing a couple boxes of pizza bites into the cart before he moved on to grab some fresh vegetables, because he was totally a responsible father. While reaching for some celery, his hand accidently bumped into someone else’s hand, practically grabbing it. “Uh.” Jamie let go, his face burning up. “Well–that’s the start of a cheesy romcom,” he said with a chuckle. “You go ahead.”
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Wes laughed, light and genuine. “I don’t hear the faint sounds of Dolly Parton or ABBA singing in the background so I think we’re safe. For now.” The grin was plastered on his face as he tilted his head slightly to get his hair out of his face. Wes fully grabbed the vegetable, but instead of putting it in his basket he held it out to the other man. “Nah you take it. This one looks to be the ripest of the bunch, and trust me,” he lifted up his grocery basket that was filled to the brim with instant noodles, candy, and tv dinners. “My spidey sense says you should have it.”
“Don’t be alarmed but you might want to scooch to the left a bit.” Wes hummed as he glanced about. Moving around them as if he was inspecting a masterfully crafted artwork. Like a fly buzzing in his ear, skin developing an itch that just couldn’t be scratched, Wes could only feel a vague hunch that something was about to happen. “Actually... take another two no... three steps to the left. Big ones. Within the next five minutes.... or maybe more like one.” Oh he hated when his senses was as indecisive as he was when he was trying to decide what to dog movie to watch.
[ KEANU REEVES, FIFTY-SIX, CISMALE ]. who is that on campus? oh, it’s just the new professor [ WESLEY SINCLAIR ]. [ HE ] is originally from [ VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA ] and they’re teaching the [ DIVINATION ] classes around here. apparently they’re also a [ BANSHEE ]. they remind me of [ PUTTING A NAME TO SOMETHING UNKNOWN, THE SCENT OF SPICES AND DARK WOOD, A SPRAWLING HOUSE IN THE OLD PART OF THE CITY, AN UNFAMILIAR ROAD ]
Triggers: Suicide mention tw, death mention tw (due to powers revolving around death nothing explicit)
The Sinclair family is a tight knit family of Banshees. Though for many generations only the women of the family developed Banshee abilities and over time they all assumed only women could become Banshees. Until Wes was born. He was the first Sinclair son to hear the whispers, the first Sinclair son to let out the ear piercing scream.
Wesley was raised by his grandmother from a very young age. After his mother committed suicide when he was no more than 5 years old. His grandmother told him it was because his mother had a kind heart, that could not help but bleed each time his mother felt someone die. To the point she could no longer handle it.
He was raised with love and discipline. His grandmother teaching him how to control his abilities. Teaching him various techniques she had learned to lessen the mental strain the whispers could inflict and to do his best to harden his heart towards death. She did not want to lose her grandson like she lost her daughter.
Began seeing a therapist in high school. This is when his issues with insomnia began and often he would find himself blacking out even in class. While all Banshee’s have the ability of clairvoyance on some level it seemed Wes was more sensitive to it.
However instead of hardening his heart Wes had gone in the opposite direction. Wishing to use his abilities to help. He may not be able to prevent someone from dying, not that he hadn’t tried countless times but there was something he could do. Right? Wes became a detective when he got older. Using his abilities to track people down, solve cases that had been cold for years, bring closure to families. Wes was doing good work.
Yet even good work takes its toll and Wes was no Superman. His insomnia gradually became worse. His mind was becoming worn down by the mental strain. Though most of the strain was out of his power to consciously control, but Wes kept forgetting to do his exercises to keep his brain limber. His life, his work reached a boiling point when during a case Wes’ scream was so powerful and he was so tired he knocked himself out.
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Currently Wes is a professor at Acadia Academy, teaching the Divination class to banshee students. A position he recently filled after the academy suddenly blipped on his radar after he had finished a month or so recovering from his incident. He took to it super well and it was like pieces finally clicked into place.
He’s a down to earth professor. Trying his best to teach like his grandmother taught him. Minus the plates of cookies reward for a job well done.
Abilities:
Harbinger of Death: Banshees cannot only predict death, they can identify where death occurred, and sense someone's death becoming aware of their passing away just by 'feeling' it. When this ability is usually used. it is used subconsciously.
Piercing Scream: Banshees Scream when they are experiencing a premonition of death. The purpose of the Scream is for banshees to drown out all other surrounding so that they can focus. Wes is able to focus his scream into one point and use it to send the object flying across the room.
Banshee Whispers: Some people say that banshees ears are on a higher frequency that other beings. They hear whispers or other particular noises in their heads that only they can receive and translate. The whispers they hear are the whispers of their own kind. Fellow banshees can use this communicate with each other.
Clairvoyance: The ability to sense what is about to happen other than predicting deaths. Wes likes to call it his banshee sense. He’ll get super quiet and often goes into a trance when his senses get super difficult to ignore. One time he snapped out of it and found himself covered in silly string.
Connections:
His Child: Wes was in a relationship for a year before both of them split up on good terms. Neither knew she had been pregnant. They came to the conclusion that his current lifestyle wasn’t good for taking care of a child so she kept sole custody though Wes did his best to be part of his child’s life. He’s an embarrassing and supportive dad. Even more so when they enrolled into Acadia and they see each other a lot.
Friends and Colleagues: Fellow professors that Wes considers his friend and gets along well with. Despite his seemingly dour mood Wes makes friends easily as he’s really just a friendly ball of sunshine. Is introverted though and enjoys hanging out in small groups over huge parties.
Headcanons:
Has horrible bouts of insomnia. Wes chalks it up to incessant whispers and his banshee sense tingling a bit too hard. When it gets particularly bad he just gives his students an essay to work on or throws in a movie while he naps at his desk.
Despite his outwardly sullen or depressing nature Wes is SUPER glass half full kind of guy and like to joke around. Most of his jokes are delivered in a tone best suited to a grieving widow, but it’s the effort that counts.
Has a growing collection of coffee mugs. The weirder the better.
Due to the incident and the fact that his powers tend to never give him warning, especially when his banshee sense tingles really bad, Wes uses a cane.
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