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Post by quidproquo on Jan 18, 2016 21:58:08 GMT
 NAME: Sebastian Khayne Species: Natural Witch Status: Alive Occupation: Entrepreneur - Owns and Runs Occult and Book Shop - Bell, Book & Candle Bookstore & Curio Shop; Owns Diner/Cafe - Gram's Place; Owns Local Theater - The Majestic (Movie House, Small Concert Hall, Theater) Affiliation: The Lost Boys Coven - Coven Leader, Mystery Incorporated Cabal - Member, Elijah Lachlan, Liv Redfern Family: None A bit about your cee. Info Coming and just one paragraph roleplay post/intro. This is the life he had led since he had come back home. He come back home to bury his mother. It seemed like yesterday that he was burying his grandmother. His sister she died when he was younger. Too young for him to remember actually. His mother reminded him all the time that Laura was the one that was supposed to carry on the family work the family 'business' as she would like to call it not him. Not him, because he wasn't the one that was supposed to be. Sebastian and his mother had a tense relationship. He reminded her too much of his father. She detested his father. She had a lapsed in judgement and laid down with the wrong man. He was never supposed to be. Visions could be wrong he told her, but she did not want to listen. She was never wrong. She was always right. He was probably going to go to hell for thinking it, but there was a reason why she was dead. Her grandmother tried to tell her that she needed to let that go, but his mother wouldn't. She clung to her truth one she foisted upon herself and all of them. Strange how she was kind and caring to everyone, but to Sebastian, he could do nothing right. If he was cursed he was cursed with forever living in the shadow of someone he could never beat or best. He was being measured to the possibilities of a life never lived. Still he carried on the family business as it were which meant coming back home when his mother died. She had fallen ill, but she didn't let him know. She didn't want him involved. He was on his walk. He was going to live and stay with others. It was a time of growing. A time of learning. It was a time for him to spread his wings so to speak, but when his mother died it was time to return back to Lebanon. Not many people would ever say that or welcome it. Sebastian well he didn't welcome it too much himself, because it was Lebanon...Kansas. Bright spots came and went usually like a rapid storm. They were unpredictable like twisters, but this was the life he was meant to live. So when you found your bright spots you held onto them. Even when they call you Satan. "You've been gone four hours. I thought you got stuck on the cookie aisle again." It's happened. "Also being a creeper is the only way that you pay attention to me. My creeper interventions are like little parties. You get the best food and invite the best people. It's like a party for me. I can't give those up. It's the only way I can pretend you remembered my birthday." |
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Post by quidproquo on Feb 6, 2016 5:24:20 GMT
 NAME: Malachai Daniels Species: Natural Witch Status: Alive Occupation: He'll never tell Affiliation: The Lost Boys Coven - Member, Mystery Incorporated Cabal - Cabal Leader Family: Sebastian Khayne, Christopher Illupo, Stellan Leander A bit about your cee. Info Coming and just one paragraph roleplay post/intro. It was a normal day in Lebanon, Kansas if you ignored the fact that it was Lebanon, Kanasas. Places like this exist? That was the first thought through Malachai's mind when he made it to the Khayne homestead. Looking up he looked over his shoulder and wondered when he was going to get the call. Sebastian was an hour or so waiting for him, but he caught an earlier bus. Seriously train to a bus and then into a station an hour away. He knew there was a closer bus station. Sebastian probably wanted to remind him that there were rules. Captive audience. He knew how Sebastian worked. Sadly he didn't count on Malachai changing his tickets around. He needed to go because it was better if he left staying would have caused problems. Major problems. Picking up the suitcase and duffle bag he looked at the house for a moment the fence that ran around the house including the gate that ran up the path towards the house. Sighing a little he looked around for a moment before he took a step forward. He was looking for things that most other people wouldn't give two shits about but for someone like him it could easily cause problems. Taking a deep breath he stepped through the gate and when he didn't have something unfortunate happen he continued forward walking towards the door. Perhaps Sebastian had already made exceptions for him. Heading up the stairs to the porch he set his bags down and rang the bell. The only thing that Elijah knew was that there were going to have a house guest one that would be staying with them. One that Sebastian had gone to pick up. |
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Post by quidproquo on Feb 12, 2016 7:06:07 GMT
 NAME: Christopher Illupo Species: Familiar Status: Alive Occupation: Keeping his witch out of trouble Affiliation: The Lost Boys Coven - Member, Mystery Incorporated Cabal - Member Family: Malachai Daniels, Stellan Leander, Sebastian Khayne A bit about your cee. Info Coming and just one paragraph roleplay post/intro. He had spent the last week moving in and out of places making sure that no one came around to disturb the site. He had been under strict orders not to let anyone near it. Of course it would have been easier if they left together, but Malachai was concerned about the injury that it needed to properly hear with the salve that had been placed on it. Malachai waited before he placed him into the ground to ensure that it took but if he was leaving that meant that someone needed to be on guard which meant one of two things. Christopher or Seth and Seth was off looking into other things making sure that they hadn't drawn too much attention to themselves. Too much attention was bad for them. The idea that Sebastian was going to let them come to Lebanon was amusing, but then again he might. It was Malachai, but he knew that Malachai was all about misfits, not that Sebastian wasn't, but Sebastian was settling down into the roles left vacant but his family. Christopher had no idea how that was going to work out, but it's not to say that he wasn't looking at properties in that area. He really did want a place to call his own. He was tired of moving around. He was grateful to be out of hte larger cities. He actually had room to run around, not that K-Zoo was that small, but they stayed outside of it, did. Probably one of the reasons why he tore the woman's throat out. He liked his house. He liked everything and then they had to ruin it. Stupid Hunters. If they were actually real Hunters. Probably were, but they were acting like they hit the mother load and were ready to skin and sell whatever they could. They weren't out to protect anyone. There were no stories. There was nothing odd happening. They were careful, but apparently not careful enough. Still what happened happened and there was nothing to do about it now. The only thing Christopher could do but wait even if it meant getting covered in snow until it was time. Time to dig out who had been left behind. He had a shovel, but at the moment he just needed something, a sign, something that told him that it was time and Malachai told him what that sign would be, but for the moment he waited while hoping the world would get back to normal. Perhaps they would get a place in Lebanon there was plenty of available space right? Possibilities. That's what Christopher believed in. |
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Post by quidproquo on Feb 12, 2016 7:14:18 GMT
 NAME: Matthew Dhavernas Species: Faerie Status: Alive Occupation: Chef/Cook at Gram's Place Affiliation: Sebastian Khayne, Elijah Lachlan Family: No one knows. A bit about your cee. Info Coming and just one paragraph roleplay post/intro. There was very little to worry about. All the pizzas that had been preordered had been delivered. It was one of the things that they had asked everyone to do since the Super Bowl was on going tonight. They would take some orders all the way up until the game started. That was due to the fact that there was an event at the Majestic which had pizzas made for it, along a few other things that people might want while they watched the game. If they weren't watching it at home. All of that was being handled by some of the staff at the restaurant and the theatre. It was little for him to worry about. If anything went wrong they would call him and he wouldn't be that far away. He told everyone that he needed to make another delivery on the north side of town. The restaurant closed early because of the event so there was little for him to worry about. When the car rolled into the parking lot of the Devill Motor Lodge he looked around for a moment before sliding out of the car. Reaching in for the insulated heat bag he carried it along with some soda towards the front office. He called Sebastian to let him know where he was if he needed to reach him. Knocking on the door to the front office he pushed in knowing that he didn't need to knock really, because well it was an office and people checked in all the time, but it was kind of signal to let whoever was on duty who it might be, because he always knocked. |
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Post by quidproquo on Feb 12, 2016 7:18:26 GMT
 NAME: Seth Adams Species: Pure Werewolf Status: Alive Occupation: Whatever pays the bills Affiliation: Mystery Incorporated Cabal - Member, Lost Boys Coven Family: Travis Adams - Brother A bit about your cee. Info Coming and just one paragraph roleplay post/intro. Post Coming |
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Post by quidproquo on Feb 22, 2016 3:05:34 GMT
 NAME: Lucas Hawthorne Species: Witch (Student) Status: Alive Occupation: Groundskeeper/Maintenance Man at Our Lady Of Sorrows Catholic Church Affiliation: The Lost Boys Coven - Member, Mystery Incorporated Cabal - Member Family: None A bit about your cee. Info Coming and just one paragraph roleplay post/intro. Lucas Hawthorne. Lebanon, Kansas. These things did not compute, but he had spent enough time in Wisconsin. He wanted to be as far away as he could from Wisconsin. It was his decision to take the fall, he knew that everyone else had people in their lives that counted on them and Sebastian had to return home, but what happened happened and its just one of those things. As far as anyone knew Lucas had fallen in with a bad crowd. He served his time for assault and property damage and now he was out and free. He didn't get probation he served every day so he was free to go wherever he wanted. There was no reporting in. There was no making sure he wasn't up to any good. It's not like he didn’t get a letters every week from Malachai and Sebastian. The ones from Seth came at least one a month. If he skipped a month then he got a longer letter. It was just the way things went. With Seth one never knew where he was, but he knew exactly where he was headed when he got out. Especially after he spoke with Sebastian. Malachai was in town...alone and he didn't travel anywhere alone. He usually traveled with people, his people. He knew that something was wrong which meant that he wasn't going to get a letter from Seth, but it didn't matter. Seth knew he was out. Of course what he was going to do that was definitely an interesting question until Sebastian said he had an idea and decided he would put in a call to someone that could use a handy man, groundskeeper of sorts. He also sent Sebastian a letter to serve as letter of recommendation for the person that he was going to be working for. When he arrived in town he didn't head to Sebastian's instead he headed to the church, duffle bag in tow when he stepped inside the church as the priest was centering himself. Glory to God and all that Lucas thought as he sat down in the pew in the back. This was interesting. He couldn't remember the last time was in a church. Well there was the prison chapel, but that didn't have anything to do with praising god. |
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Post by quidproquo on Feb 22, 2016 3:35:03 GMT
 NAME: Liam Kincaid Species: Natural Witch Status: Alive Occupation: College Student - Western Michigan University Affiliation: Family: To be added if any A bit about your cee. - Father was a witch - Mother was a hunter - Family tensions from both sides. Neither trusted one another thought their children were crazy. Info Coming and just one paragraph roleplay post/intro. Liam kept his eyes closed while he was thinking about all the things that had happened over the last year. He didn't know what he was going to do when the trunk opened. He must bust through and start running. He wanted to get as far away from here as possible, but he didn't know. The people stopped to help him, but he didn't know why they would help him. What if they were talking him back to where he had come from before? What if it was worse? Chewing on his lower lip he reached down to touch letters that had been carved into his flesh. Right now he could only take solace in the parka that he had wrapped around him. He could stay here forever as along as the car kept moving as long as it moved in a direction that was away from the place that he called home. It wasn't home any more. It would never be home. Never again. Rubbing at the manacles at his wrist he wanted them off he needed them off. He felt sick he could describe it it was like he wasn't whole. He knew why they had did it. The moment he walked through the door and knocked him down to the floor they slipped them over his wrist. "Its possible that you're not like your father, but we can't take that chance, Liam" That's what they said but it didn't stop them from putting him in the cellar down there with his father's body. All he could see was the bullet hole in her forehead. Then there was another in her chest. It was the one in her chest that took her life the one in her head was for insurance. When the car stopped he could feel his breathing starting to pick up breaths coming in rush huffs as the trunk was pulled open much like the door to the cellar, but it wasn't them, it wasn't the people that stole him out of his home it was the man that was curious as to why he wanted to be in the trunk. He didn't know what to say or do for a moment. After a while he reached the edge of the trunk and helped himself off pulling his satchel like bag to him. |
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Post by quidproquo on Feb 22, 2016 8:50:29 GMT
 NAME: Thomas Jefferson Walsh, Goes by Jefferson Walsh only Nicholas and Sebastian know his first name is Thomas. Species: Witch (Student) Status: Alive Occupation: Attorney - J. Walsh & Associates Affiliation: The Lost Boys Coven - Member, Mystery Incorporated Cabal - Member, Elijah Lachlan, Liv Redfern Family: Nicholas Collier, others to be added. A bit about your cee. Jefferson Walsh was studied witchcraft under Lila Khayne (Sebastian Khayne's grandmother) after discovering his best friend Sebastian was a witch. Info Coming and just one paragraph roleplay post/intro. Coming |
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